I had always denied that I had any sexual desire with the female form. Of course, I could find a woman beautiful. Of course, I would look at woman and compare her breast to mine and mine virtually always won in the size category. Because of my breasts, I have received more attention from some men than I wanted, but also I received the attention of women.
I had girlfriends who have been touchy and I found it strange, but I knew they were not lesbian. My husband has always talked about lesbians as his favorite thing. He brought porn home. Initially, the porn he brought was of such disinterested unattractive women that I would only notice the lighting or the décor.
Eventually, he brought home lesbian pornography that was made by someone who understood that a woman would look at the actresses and want them to be beautiful and that the woman would want the place that they had sex to be immaculate and crisp, so it did not distract from the action. I watched this pornography and was so excited. The women were beautiful. The women seemed interested in the other woman and the women moved like I would move if my mouth were kissed like that, if my nipples were flicked with a tongue like that, and if my pussy were loved by a smooth face.
I found that I got very wet and could not wait for my husband to fuck me. I found myself saying out loud how beautiful those women were. I was heterosexual, but I could appreciate that the women were sexy and gorgeous.
My husband would always talk about women being able to appreciate a woman. He told me so many women he dated were willing to have a threesome with another woman. I told him I would probably go with it. I find the idea sexy, but so scary. I even went with him to a strip club, but I was so uncomfortable. We left after our meal. Yes, we had a meal at the strip club.
This kind of flirting with the presence of another woman in our bed continued even after our move to Costa Mesa. I got involved with my daughter's school and the PTA. I was approached by a gorgeous mom, we'll call her Millika. Millika had dark hair and beautiful skin, about 5-8, 130, with C cup breasts and captivating brown eyes.
Millika was in charge of the PTA and take charge she was. She got me involved in the PTA right away. Millika was different from a lot of other women in that she was dominant and yet the essence of femininity was no less than any other woman. Millika would was also one of the first women I had met that would give just a positive comment about me. She would call me "Beautiful" or "Gorgeous". She would always have something wonderful to say about my appearance. I fell in love with her beauty, both physical and inner.
We would hang out all the time she would comment on my breasts and say how much she loved breasts. It made me uncomfortable, but in a thrilling way. She would touch my neck to fix a tag or touch my cleavage to hold my necklace. The physical contact was not lost on me. She would flirt with me and say she was my surrogate husband and that I would have to "put out".
She stopped being in charge of the PTA and picked up a job, so the frequency of our meetings became more rare with her other commitments. She also became involved with a male friend and would speak in glowing terms about him. There was a loss of the connection for a while.
Sometime later we had a PTA meeting where we reconnected. She asked me out for drinks on another date and I quickly agreed. I was a bit nervous and did not want to be let down again.
We agreed to meet at Eureka, a bar. I wore a dress I knew would attract her attention. I have never gone out in a dress without underwear. I decided I would do it this night. I took off my underwear before entering the bar. It was so exciting and added to the evening. We had a great time and, yes, she commented on my cleavage and touched my hand several times.
Jim recommended that I get a sheer bra for nights that I would meet Millika. I went out and bought the most supportive bra that was sheer. I am embarrassed when my nipples show through my nipples. Normally, the two don't go together, but I found one that was prefect for my big melons. I wanted her to see my nipples though my clothes.
A couple of weeks later she asked to get together again. Because of her commitments, she asked if she could just come over to my house for drinks after my daughter's school. I told Millika that she was always welcomed at my house. Jim has been a super help and arranged to keep Sedona out of the house by the use of our code word LIBRARY. Jim took Sedona out to dinner and her acting class. Millika and I would have the house to ourselves. Millika asked if Sedona and Jim would be home and I told her they were going to be busy until 8. Millika said, "I'll bring the wine and be there at 4."
Millika came and immediately said how beautiful I was. She hugged me and smelled me. She said, "Nice! What is that?" I told her conditioner.
Millika picked up my hair and smelled it and said, "Lovely." She then let my hair down, but not before touching the bare skin of my clavicle. I could see her look down in my cleavage. I had hoped she saw the sheer bra I was wearing.
We talked at the counter of my kitchen and she poured the wine. We then sat down on the couch. We sat about a foot apart and faced each other. I had been so bold as to not wear panties again. I sat in such a way that my legs were slightly open as I turned to her, but she could not see I all the way up my legs.
We drank and talked. I put my right arm on the top of the couch. Millika would regularly touch my hand as she talked, but would pick her hand up after about three seconds. She had done this three times. I could see her looking at my silky smooth thighs. She reached for my thigh and said, "So smooth!" It took everything in my power to just stay cool, because my natural reaction is to pull back. Her thumb caressed my thigh for a few strokes and she pulled her hand off my leg. I felt she was trying to get bolder, but we both could not close the deal. My husband had described it as two young lovers just trying to find the right parking spot on Lover's Lane.
I decided that the way to push her buttons a bit was to turn my hand over on the top of the couch so she would have to touch my palm, not the back of my hand. I turned my hand over and within a couple of seconds she put her hand to touch mine. Her hand was in my palm. I closed my hand on hers, not in clasping trapped way, but in a gentle hold. It was as I suspected, she kept her hand in mine. She kept talking and then I could feel her thumb move across the inside of my wrist. She moved it back and forth slowly.
I could feel the heat over coming me. My face was getting flush and must have been turning red. My pussy was tingling and getting very moist. I think Millika could see this. She moved closer to me on the couch. She picked up her dress, so that her legs were showing and our knees were touching. She moved her hand so that it was now on my inner forearm and mine on hers.
