Let me be clear from the beginning. I love men, and especially my current husband. But, I confess I also love women.
When I was a bit younger, I thought it would be easy to have both men and women in my life. Well, I found out it was a bit more complicated. I also discovered it was worth the effort. And, the final lesson...everything comes with a price tag. You can get what you want, but sometimes you end up with more than you bargained for. But, let me start by describing life a few years ago.
I married Johnny when I was barely 20. I was still in college and Johnny had just graduated. He was working at his first job, a sales position that required him to travel. We had our apartment and were crazy in love—at least it felt that way.
Johnny was gone a lot; I was young and horny, got lonely and figured that picking up with Jane would not really be cheating since Jane was not a man. She was totally like not a man.
Jane and I first hooked up freshman year. We each had roommates who were screwing their way through most of the men on campus. Therefore, on any given Saturday night we would likely be together in one of our rooms while one roommate screwed her latest in the other room and the other roommate stayed over at her boyfriend's.
Neither of us had boyfriends, and, cliché that it is, one thing led to another and we were soon helping each other to reach orgasm nirvana. First girl for me, second for Jane. I liked being with a girl. So different from a man, yet intensely erotic and satisfying.
Even when we more or less found boyfriends, we kept up our lovemaking. I never told Johnny about it when he and I started dating and never raised the subject after we were married.
So, one day Johnny is out of town and Maureen—yours truly—horny girl, wants to make love to other horny girl.
Worked out great! Jane was a fantastic lover, super tongue and magic fingers. Smooth sailing until Johnny's trip to San Francisco was called off as he was about to board a plane.
Walking in to see our respective heads buried in each other's pussies was a bit of a surprise. Oops. Busted seems Johnny was not quite the liberated fellow he thought he was.
Johnny packed his bag; I moved back to campus and graduated a newly single woman.
Fast forward to me working in an ad agency and dating a banker from one of our clients. Pete was a great guy. Handsome, good job, liked to enjoy the cultural scene around Boston, and a fairly good lay.
Have to admit he was a bit on the tight-assed side. Fucking was fun, but straight forward. Not much on munching, but he did—good ol' boy that he was—like a nice blow job every now and then. Well, actually he liked them a lot and often, sometimes to the point of forgetting that I had some needs and areas that required close interaction.
Pete always wanted to try the back door, but anal was not my thing. Made me wonder why someone so uptight would want to hang around the back alley.
Anyway, Susie and I were cubicle mates at the agency. I picked up a strong gay/bi vibe and confirmed it one night while working late on an account. Susie and I were the only ones left in the office. We were both beat and silly from being up for over 30 hours.
We were on our bazillionth cup of coffee and were playing what was the weirdest or kinkiest thing you ever did and stuff like that.
Susie says to me the kinkiest thing she hasn't done but desperately wants to do is eat my pussy on the conference table. I laughed and asked what was my pussy doing on the conference table. I soon found out. With my jeans and panties slung over the back of a chair, and Susie's tongue seeming to reach up my snatch to my tonsils, I reentered a sweet bi-world.
All was going swimmingly until I felt I ought to come clean with Pete; not wanting to play out the same mistake I made with Johnny. He took it in stride and said he wanted to watch. I tried to dissuade him, but he insisted and said it would only be one time.
I asked Susie and she was not keen on the idea, but she was very keen on eating my pussy and, if I may say so with some humility, she definitely did not want to give up me eating her pussy. So, to keep peace, she agreed to a one time session with Pete in the room.
So Peter, minus pants and boxers and fondling his boner, is watching two naked babes going at it. I am on my back, legs stretched wide while Susie is again using her tongue in a most obscene fashion, bent over me with her ass in the air. We are groaning, moaning and grunting for all it's worth.
Peter doesn't say a word, just pushes up off his chair and parks his pecker at the puckered opening of sweet Susie's ass.
Bad move. Susie is not bi, she is 100% American lesbo. She is similar to me in that she is most definitely not into ass play.
Let's just keep the gory details out, except to say that thank god for microsurgery and that testicles do stop hurting after a long rest, although walking bow-legged is not easy for a guy.
So, Pete moved on. And sorry to say, my pussy was even sorrier since Susie moved on too. She found a lovely biker babe that had more tattoos than an all-star rerun of Miami Ink. They rode off into the sunset on her babe's Harley. I imagine Susie comforts her lover's sore pussy every night.
So, it was back to my reliable standby, the Purple Pussy Pleaser, also known as my vibe. An informal survey I had been keeping since college informed me that most of the women I know keep a vibrator around for obvious reasons. Note to self: look into buying stock in Eveready batteries.
Then I met Teddy. Well, actually first, I met Erin. Life does get complicated.
Teddy is everything I want in a man. It's trite but true. He is tall, dark and handsome. Also, he is smart and can make me laugh a lot. He has a great bod, is hung like a horse and knows how to use it. He is an energetic, giving and skilled lover.
So, what's the problem? Actually, there is none. I was totally happy, well, Ok, not totally. I still enjoyed a trip around the world with a gal pal.
But, I was learning my lessons. Before Teddy and I moved in together, I sort of hinted that I really enjoyed having a good girlfriend.
Teddy looked at me and just smiled.
"Good friends like going out to dinner, have a little wine and talk about fascinating girl stuff?" he asked. "Or, good friends like skipping dinner, having wine and fooling around with each other?"
"Mostly the later," I answered meekly.
"Well, does "mostly" mean you girl-fuck each other?"
I never really heard the term "girl-fuck", I just call it fucking, but I got what he was asking.
"Uh, I guess we do," I replied. "Well, not really guess, we do."
"Would guys be involved?"
"Nope, just pussies, no dicks."
Pete thought for a minute. "Ok, I can deal with it," he said.
"And," I added, "I don't think you could be, well, like, involved."
"I wasn't asking," he said.
Cool, I thought.
So, you now know that Teddy is aware of my need to keep my bi- side in gear. Now, I should tell you how Erin and I got together.
Erin and I had been friends since we met at the coffee shop in our office building. She worked three floors below me for a law firm. We hit it off immediately and became BFF. After Pete and before Teddy, Erin and I shared an apartment. We also shared our deepest secrets, double dated, dated the same guys at different times (not Teddy), exchanged clothes and did almost everything together.
Before I met Teddy, the universe shifted for Erin and me. On a couple drunken occasions, late at night in our apartment, we made out and played with each other's tits. In the morning we laughed it off.
