Carol Said Try A Little Bi

It all started when she told me she had gotten a tattoo. I did not ask what it was, or where she got it, but I got the surprise of my life when she pulled down her shorts just above the top of her pubic hair and showed me the tongue she had etched on her lower stomach across her belly just above her pubic mound.

Who did that?" I asked. She told me it was Hans at the tattoo parlor on State street. "Did you undress for him to do that?" I asked.

"Of course, silly. He couldn't do it if I had clothes on," she said.

"Who are you going to show it to?" I asked.

"Only people who use their tongue on me," she said with a laugh.

"You plan on having many of those?" I asked.

"I wanted to talk to you about that," she said with a grin.

"Gary lets Carol have a little sexual freedom these days," she said. "Well, lots of freedom. She says it makes her feel alive, like more of a real woman."

Carol was a tall blond woman with a shapely figure and a history of being attracted to other women. She always wore dresses and was extremely feminine and considered beautiful by most people I knew. With long slim legs she got attention everywhere she went.

"Does she let him feel like a real man?" I said asking the obvious of my wife.

"Gary says it is not necessary," she said. "He wants her to be happy. You know, happy wife makes for a happy life," she said. "But if it is necessary for you, it would only be fair, right? You could have the same freedom."

I looked at her, imagining her sitting naked with a guy drawing a tattoo just below her belly, just inches from her exposed pussy. "So you want other guys to eat your pussy?" I asked, surprised at her straight-spoken rebellion.

"Well, when I got the tattoo, actually, I wasn't thinking of guys' tongues," she said with a sly smile.

"Wait, what?"

"I said..."

"I heard what you said. What I am confused about is what you meant," I said.

"Carol has been telling me about her bi experiences," she said, full of enthusiasm and wide-eyed honesty. "Carol says the best orgasm she ever had was at the tongue of another woman," she said. "Carol says, 'No one knows how to eat pussy like another female."

"Yes, I've heard that," I said. "So, have you and Carol..."

"Oh, no," she said emphatically, anticipating my question, "I wouldn't without talking to you. Carol says that communication is most important thing when opening up your marriage."

"Opening?" I said.

"Having extramarital sex," she said. "Carol says sex is just the two R's: Reproduction and Recreation. She says that with the proper safeguards, sex can be fun and good for everyone. You don't have to be in love to have good sex. Carol says..."

I interrupted. "Gary is okay with her having other women eat his wife's pussy?" I asked, incredulous.

"Well, it was actually his idea. Carol told him she was attracted to other women, and he said she should try some," she said. "Carol says Gary is very liberal, very freethinking and considerate. They have swapped with another couple before, and he is not jealous at all."

"So, you weren't thinking of having men eat your pussy?" I said.

"Would it make a difference?" she asked.

"Well, I guess it would," I said. "I am not sure why. I guess one is no different than the other," I said. "It would be having sex with someone other than me, wouldn't it?"

"Carol says, men have more problems with their wives fucking other guys than they do with them having sex with other women," my wife said.

"Well, I guess she's right," I said. "To be honest," I said, "it kind of turns me on to think of you eating pussy. Really does."

"But if we do this," Claire said, "I'd want the privilege to be able to have sex with either. It shouldn't matter whether it is a man or woman, it's just sex, right?"

"I guess you're right," I said. "Monogamy doesn't differentiate between whether it is gay sex, bi sex, or group sex. I guess eating another woman is just as much being unfaithful as sucking another guy's cock," I said.

"But it is easier for you?" she said.

"It is. To be honest, I guess it is. I guess that is every man's fantasy, to see two chicks eating each other," I said.

"Would you like to watch then?" she asked, her face lighting up. "Carol says men are natural voyeurs. She says lots of men like to watch their wives with women. Would you? Would you like to watch us?"

"I don't think I could ever watch you eat another woman's pussy," I said with a shrug.

"But you like porn. Do you ever enjoy watching two women?" she asked, putting me on the spot.

"I have," I admitted.

"So you couldn't enjoy watching me?" she asked. "Why not?"

"I don't know," I said. "I suppose I could, maybe. If you were just another woman, but you are my wife."

"So you own me?" she said with a smirk. "Really?"

"I don't own you, of course not, but there are feelings involved. You're not just a woman in a porn film," I said.

"So seeing me enjoying having sex wouldn't turn you on?" she asked.

"Of course it would," I admitted. "It's not that I wouldn't want you to enjoy having sex," I said, "especially with another woman. I guess I would be jealous of another guy, but a woman, well, I guess I wouldn't be jealous. Maybe that doesn't make sense, but I am just being honest."

"And I appreciate that," she said. "Carol says men are pretty insecure about their sexuality." I must have made a face, because she smiled, and then she apologized for all the 'Carol says' statements. "You must hate hearing that. I am sorry for driving it into the ground," she said. "She just has given me so much to think about. It's all so new to me," she said. "I have learned so much about myself from Carol, about my sexuality. I hope you can bear with me. I know it is new to you, too."

I nodded and took her into my arms. I kissed her and said I loved her, and that I would do my best to adjust to what she needs. "That's all I can ask," she said and kissed me back.

"Do you want to be with Carol this weekend?" I asked.

She grinned and nodded. "I do, yes," she said. "If you are okay with it. If you are not, just tell me. I will not do anything you don't feel comfortable with."

"I need to be the husband you need me to be," I said.

"An insecure slob just won't do," I added.

Over the next few days I thought about all Carol had 'told' my wife. The R & R statement kept going through my head. Reproduction and recreation. I kept thinking about Gary's reaction to his wife's sexual needs. It was true that I was sexually insecure, that I couldn't deny. I could come up with no good reason to deny Claire's sexual urges, and it was true that the thought of her with another woman turned me every way but loose. I even fantasized about it, masturbated to images of the two of them together.

I did, in fact, want to watch. It began to consume me. At work, all I could think of was Claire and Carol together. I pictured Claire between Carol's thighs with her tongue swabbing the other woman's slit from bottom to top. I saw her sucking on her friend's pussy, her lips firmly around the other woman's labia. I imagined her pushing a finger into Carol's pussy, going deep with an extended digit.

I visualized Carol's hands on my wife's head, guiding her face to places she longed for her to be. I pictured the orgasms they had together and I could almost hear their moans of pleasure. I began to read all I could get my hands on about wife sharing and bisexual wives. I started collecting magazines with features about girl-on-girl sex and imagining Claire as one of the women in the pictures.

Claire stands five foot three, and although she has put on a few pounds since our wedding, she still has a voluptuous body and a succulent pussy that begs to be eaten. It does not surprise me at all that bi women want to get a taste of it. At first it surprised me that she was longing to sample the flavor of other women, but as ferocious as she is in bed I realized that is just consistent with her sexual personality.

I not only became interested in her bisexual involvement with Carol, or anyone else for that matter, but I also began to long for it to happen and hoped to be able to see it as well. She had asked me if I wanted to watch her have sex and I said I didn't think so, but that was a lie. If she did it, I definitely wanted to see it as it happened.

I thought about every porn scene I had ever watched with girl-on-girl action, and if I was honest I had loved every one of them. When she had asked me about it I played it down, implying that kind of thing didn't interest me, but the reality was it had always been a tremendous turn on to me to see and think about female to female sex.

Now that my wife was interested I was obsessed with the subject. I would see two women together and I would imagine them in a sensuous sixty-nine, picturing their heads between the other person's thighs. I would imagine them without underwear and lifting each other's dresses and fingering one another's pussy. I would imagine them moaning and groaning as they pleased each other with their lips and tongues.

We met with Carol at a Starbucks to talk about their encounter. When I saw her I immediately imagined her naked under her dress and I figured she was also picturing my wife the same way. They decided to meet at a Marriott and spend one day and a night together. Carol asked me if I was interested in watching. I nodded and she said that they'd like to have some private time together first, like they had already talked about it, then I could come to the room and watch them to my heart's content.

"You won't be able to participate, this isn't a chance for a threesome. I want her to myself," she said. "You can watch, bring yourself off, read, or watch tv, but you will not be allowed to get involved. Is that understood, and do you agree to those terms?" she said. I nodded.

After we left the Starbucks I drove in silence. She was, I was sure, thinking about what was about to take place. Come she would, I was sure. It was clear there was chemistry between Carol and Claire. The way they looked at one another was pure lust. I could sense Carol imagining Claire naked as she sat across from her at the Starbucks.

My wife had never experienced another woman I was sure, but I knew she was eager to try one out. I watched Carol look at Claire at the Starbucks and I knew she could almost taste her. Their attraction was unmistakeable. I was unaware of any previous attraction my wife had to other women, but I guessed Carol's talks had inspired that for her. I was fairly sure she had not been gay all this time and didn't know it, but I was fairly certain her new bisexual tendencies were real and long-lasting.

It was clear she was excited about going to be with Carol, and I have to admit it excited me just to think about. They had decided to meet at the Marriott and would call me, like they had suggested, when it was time for me to come to the hotel.

After she had left that Saturday morning at nine, my phone rang at six that night. We had agreed on that time and my heart raced as I answered. "Yes?" I said.

"You want to see the show?" Claire asked, in a voice obviously full of deep throated arousal.

"You mean the greatest show on earth?" I said. She laughed and said they'd be waiting. I left right then and drove to the Marriott. I knew the room number so I went through the lobby like I was a guest staying at the hotel.

I took the stairs and went to the third floor. I went down the hall to room 342.

I knocked lightly and a small voice from within said, "Who is it?"

"The big bad wolf," I said.

"Oh, my," the voice said. "You promise to be pleasant?"

"I won't blow your house down," I said. "If that's what you mean."

"Promise?" she said.

"I do," I said. "I'll be good."

The door opened slightly. "Okay then," she said and stepped back. She was naked, standing just behind the door. She let me in, kissed me, then went back to join Carol. Carol was sitting naked on the bed with a pillow on her lap. When my wife got back to the bed Carol put the pillow aside and laid back on the bed.

Without a word my wife climbed up on the bed, and moved between Carol's thighs. My wife's lover lifted her knees and spread them apart, beckoning to my wife with her pointer finger. "Come to mama," she said, reaching between her legs and pulling Claire towards her splayed pink pussy, puffy and wet from the sex they'd already had.

I sat on the couch and crossed my legs, preparing to relax and watch my wife have sex with her girlfriend. Claire had taken up her position and looked over at me and smiled. I blew her a kiss and she put a hand on each of Carol's inner thighs and pushed them apart. She then moved her face forward and pressed her mouth against her friend's pussy lips. Carol sighed and my wife spread her labia with two fingers and placed her tongue between those luscious lips, reaching far into her playmate's sex. She sucked on Carol's nub, moving her head from side to side, holding her clitoris between her lips, tugging on the hard pebble.

Carol's eyes were closed, her fists were clenched, her mouth was slightly open. "Oh, baby, yes," she whined. "Eat me. Oh, god, yes, eat my pussy good." Her body trembled, her fingers tightened, her orgasm built. I watched my wife bring Carol to the gates of pleasure, and I smiled at the process.

"Suck her good," I said aloud. My wife turned her head toward me and smiled, Carol's wet sauce upon her cheeks and chin, glistening like sugared juice.

When Carol's orgasm finally calmed, they rested, recovered, then she returned the favor on my wife, making her swoon and moan, and finally come with an energy that pleased us both.

They kissed at the door and we left Carol at the Marriott to rest and recover on her own. As we drove home Claire handed me a large envelope. "Open it for me?" I asked. She undid the flap and slid out a pack of 8X10 color photos. At a stop light I looked at the pictures and smiled. There were ten photographs of my wife pleasuring her friend with her lips and tongue, sucking, lapping, and filling her friend's pussy with her tongue.

"I love them," I said.

When we got home we went into the bedroom and sat on the bed. "Enjoy your first experience with girl-on-girl?" I asked.

"Thank you," she said, "for asking and for letting it happen. I never knew this about me," she said. "But thinking back I have always loved the sight of a beautiful woman."

"Me too," I said. "I completely understand. There is nothing better than a beautiful woman who loves your touch," I said.

"Exactly," Claire said.

"And I get to be around one very beautiful woman myself," I said. "You have taught me how very lucky we both are. You have one and I have one," I said. "I am so happy you listened to Carol and decided to try a little bi. You taught me how beautiful a pussy eating can be."

"Anytime, baby. Anytime," she said, kissing me softly.