Finding Myself Pt 02 3

My journey to becoming a lesbian.

A few words from Jayne

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This is the second instalment of a fairly long story which is in probably 7 parts. I will post these regularly over the next couple of weeks so keep checking Lit for the next part and please feel very free to leave comments or to score (highly) any or all of the parts.

For continuity it's probably best to read them in numerical and chronological order but as each part does stand as a complete, erotic story in itself, that's not essential. So now, join me on my journey from being a faithful, though unhappy wife to becoming a full-on lesbian. I hope you enjoy the ride.

Love,

Jayne x

"Now the bra Jay, take it off," he said turning the lens on his camera so that he zeroed in on my D cup breasts. As I slowly removed my bra and gradually revealed them to him he went on with his voice becoming huskier as he snapped away with his Canon camera, "Now cup them stroke those lovely big tits," he said huskily his voice become strained with sexual intensity that hit me hard and turned me on even more.

Having been posing for twenty minutes or so in increasingly more provocative poses and revealing more of my body to him, I was already nicely aroused. So, when I cupped my breasts, lifted them up and squeezed them my arousal got stronger and the need to be fucked increased significantly. This wasn't anything new as it had happened each time I had posed for him.

I didn't need to be directed as to what came next so, looking from his eyes to what was becoming my lover, his camera, I pinched my prominent nipples and pulled them away from my largish, pink areola. I knew that he liked me doing that and I was pleased to do it for him. Without any instruction at all, as that was unnecessary, I fondled each breast and ran one hand down my body and into the black lacy knickers I had worn especially for the shoot.

"Yes go on slut, do yourself, play with your cunt," he growled, changing cameras and moving closer to me as I felt my climax starting. This wasn't unusual as I always made myself cum for him when we had these photographic sessions

"Push them down a bit, let me and the camers see that pussy. Show me your cunt."

I did as he instructed and revealed my mound covered with the rather unruly, tawny-coloured, mass of pubic hair that I had often thought of shaving but hadn't got around to it, "Oh fuck yes baby show me it, show me that pussy," he went on as he was taking close ups of it, "Don't push them down too far just so your knickers are around your knees, nice and slutty like."

He made me turn around, bend over, pull my cheeks apart, face the camera with my legs wide open, take my knickers off and rub them over my body focusing on my tits and minge and then sit on the couch with my legs wide open and, as he put it, flash my cunt. As I did that he was telling me how filthy I was and what a slut I could be but how sexy he found me as he not only managed to keep shooting but also started to undress. Down to his boxers he came and stood close to me so I could see the large bulge of his erection, "That's what you've done to me you sexy bitch, get it out and kiss it."

I did as he asked and holding it I whispered, "Mmmmmm it feels lovely," as I kissed and licked. Whilst I was enjoying its smooth, warm hardness against my face and lips, it didn't seem to excite as much as giving oral sex usually did but I asked, "Nice love?"

"Fucking brilliant," he replied pushing the purple end of it that was glistening with his pre cum against my lips posing the inevitable question to which he already knew the answer as I opened my mouth and he slid into it. Although not very good at it I tried deep throating him but gagged a little so I concentrated on sliding it in and almost out my mouth at the same as I rubbed it with one hand and as, I usually did, I cupped and fondled his balls with the other. I could tell that he was getting near as he grabbed my hair and pulled it and thrust his cock deeper into my mouth and held it there as with a deep moan he told me he was about to cum and said, "Okay Jay?"

I couldn't really speak but looking up and catching his eye I nodded and made a sound like, "Mmmmm, kay," as his spunk filled my mouth and throat. Leaning back a bit so I could look into his eyes that were boring into mine, I exaggerated my actions and I swallowed every drop of my his cum just as he always insisted I did.

These photo sessions had become a thing for my husband, Kevin, and me, for a couple of years now. We didn't have them that frequently, just every month or two, or when he felt the need for something to spice up our sex life that had been on the wane for a few years as our marriage slowly went tits up. Events such as this latest session helped as it usually led to some brilliant sex that did improve things for a while but they soon slipped back into the bitching, arguing and generally unsatisfactory relationship that most or at least many twenty plus year marriages suffer from. Nevertheless we tried and, it wasn't just him taking photos of me as I stripped off and then played with myself before he and I had sex. We also talked a lot.

"Thanks love," he said as we cuddled up on the couch and pulled a blanket over us.

"Mmm you're most welcome, hon," I replied knowing that really I was lying as I snuggled up to him.

"So how about another woman?" he asked bringing up a theme that had been recurring over probably two or maybe three years now.

"Not that again, please."

"How many have you been with?"

"It's so long ago, none since I came back from America," I told him, referring to the time I spent in the States after leaving uni.

"But you did at uni didn't you and when you were over there?"

"Yes I did."

"So how many?"

"I can't remember."

"Well have a guess."

"Five or six, maybe seven, there was usually a lot of booze involved too and sometimes weed as well."

"Maybe that's what we should do then, feed you lots of it and line up a woman for you."

"No, I'm past all that."

"Really, don't you ever fancy going with another one?" he asked pressing his body against my back and sliding his soft dick between the cheeks of my bum as he cupped both of my boobs.

"What you doing, you've only just cum."

"Thinking of watching you with another woman's got me going again, you might get lucky and get it again soon."

"Don't promise something you won't be able to deliver Kev," I smiled to him.

"Tell me about that Mel, she was your favourite wasn't she?"

"Yes, sort of, we had a fling for a whole term at uni."

"How often did you fuck each other?"

"Hmmm I've told you. We've talked about her lots of times."

"Tell me again," he insisted as he rolled onto his back and pulled me onto my side looking at him so my boobs flopped onto his chest.

"No love, I don't want to talk about it."

"Why not?"

"It's a part of my life that's over."

"What you're no longer into women?"

"No and haven't been for over twenty years."

"So you won't go with one for me?"

"How do you mean go with one, do what? As you watch?" I stammered.

"Make love to another woman, have sex with her and yes as I watch."

"No, no Kev, I couldn't, I've told you that before," I blurted out as in all truthfulness the idea both of doing that and having further sex right now with him was exciting me.

"Why not? You did it with that Melissa, you told me you fingered each other and sucked each other's twats," he said referring to some previous rather drunken, post sex pillow talk we'd had when things were more amicable between us.

"That was different and it was Melissa."

"Not really tell me what else you did? You've told me that you've had sex with five different women haven't you."

"I've told you before," I replied lying and ignoring the point about how many as it was probably more than a dozen including those in the US.

"Well if you won't show me, tell me again."

"Why do you want me to do that?" I asked as he fondled my breasts and pinched one of my nipples.

"It turns me on and I want you to do it for me."

"Do what?"

"Well right now tell me what it was like licking her cunt," he went on as he slid his fingers into my pubic hairs and found my clit. "And what you'd do with a woman on this bed as I watch?"

"Who with?" I rather thoughtlessly asked as he rubbed that and I felt his cock moving against my stomach.

"You must know someone."

"No, of course I don't, why would I?"

"What do you mean that if you did know someone who you fancy you'd have already fucked them?"

"No, no of course not, I'm not like that any more, I was young and that was just a fad at the time I'm now just into men, just into you," I went om rather flattering him though it was true that I hadn't been with anyone else since we had got together.

"But you were into them weren't you?"

"Yes, you know that, I've told you about it but I was also into men I was never a dyke I'm not bent as you should well know," I told him almost absent mindedly taking hold of his dick that was resting on my hip.

"Yes I know that but tell me what you and Melissa or Melinda or whatever the fuck she was called did," he said as I turned onto my side facing away from him so that I hid the expressions on my face as I lied and as he slid his still soft cock between my thighs with the top of it running along the lips of my pussy, "It'll get me going Jay and then we can have sex again," he muttered reaching around me, squeezing my boobs and pinching my nipples."

That surprised me as for some time now he'd been a strictly one time a session lover. I was surprised at how it also excited me and made me think that perhaps we were improving or, at least maybe, saving our marriage. We'd tried several things to do that such as photography which I'd admitted to him had helped only for him to then push the poses he asked me to do including beaver shots as he called them where I was naked with my legs wide open so he could take shots of my pussy, me using a vibrator and some where I was sucking his dick. We'd also been dogging but didn't do anything and left after seeing the creeps looking in the windows and we'd tried swinging which he loved but I wasn't so keen. Although the efforts we made did improve things for a while none so far had any lasting effect and slowly, but seemingly inevitably, the marriage was failing and we both knew it although we didn't talk about it.

He'd always travelled quite a lot with his business and for most of the time I was okay with it but, gradually that increased and it began to wear me down. I seemed to recall, it was about that time when he started asking me to go with another woman as he watched. That came about mostly because a few years after we were married we'd had some sessions where we played truth or dare in bed after sex. He got me on a truth when his question was, "Have you had sex with any other women?" In the spirit of the game and the honesty of a youngish bride aroused after having had sex with her husband I owned up and over several similar post sex sessions I spilled the beans on my earlier bi life at uni and during the near two years I spent working in America. Over the years he'd said a few times that he would have loved to have seen me with another woman and that had intensified as things became difficult between us. It culminated in him asking me if I would go with one for him that I immediately rejected. Then over perhaps a four-or five-year period he had asked periodically, sometimes amending it slightly to saying, "Well if not with a woman how about we get a guy to fuck you as I watch?"

When he'd first started this 'me with another person as he watched campaign' I'd taken it as a sort of joke, pillow talk and just post sex chat but slowly, I realised, that he was deadly serious and as time went on was becoming more so. It had never really meant much to me particularly the first few times when I hadn't been tempted at all but gradually, as our other efforts at saving what was becoming a dying marriage failed, I had begun to wonder, 'What if?' about it.

But up and until now he hadn't taken things further and it seemed to me as if he used us talking about it as a turn-on as he was tonight as, to my utter amazement I felt his cock starting to grow. Where it was lying between my legs the top of it was pressing upwards against my pussy and my thighs were clamped loosely around it so both areas were reacting to its slowly increasing hardness. Squeezing my thighs together and pushing down with my lips I muttered, "Mmmmm that feels nice, is that what me with another women does to you?"

"Yes," he responded thrusting a little with his cock going on with, "Just imagine what you'd get after I'd watched you fuck a woman."

"Are you thinking of me with Mel and what I've told you?"

"Yes, but more thinking we should invite her for a weekend so you and she could fuck."

"I haven't seen her in years but heard she's married and lives in Cornwall somewhere."

"So how often did you and she fuck?"

"Dunno, we never kept count."

"Was it daily, weekly or monthly, it went on for a year or so didn't you say?"

"Yes about a year then she left and it wasn't regular like that, I mean we didn't live together."

"So what was it like?"

"We'd have periods where we'd see each other every day for a week or so then hardly at all for a few weeks then bang we'd do that again."

"And on those periods how often?"

"Probably daily, maybe twice a day but it wasn't just sex we were sort of in love, in our immature way."

"So you licked each other out did you?" he asked squeezing my tits harder.

"Hmmm yes we had oral sex."

"What about a strap on, did you use one?"

"No never, not even a vibe."

"Why not?"

"Dunno, we never even discussed it, maybe because neither of us were dykey we were both quite femme."

"Oooo getting lessie technical now are we?" he muttered as I felt his dick hardening between my legs.

"Mmmm that's nice Kev," I said squeezing his cock with my thighs.

"See what just thinking about two women does to me. Just imagine how much I'd fuck you after watching you and her."

"Well it wouldn't be her, we aren't in touch and she's married with kids as I am."

"Someone else then what if I found someone?" he asked as he pulled, what now felt like, his fully erect dick out from between my thighs and pushed the bulbous end right against my pussy.

"Christ Kev that's less than an hour," I groaned as he slid it up between my, thankfully, well-lubricated lips, which hadn't always been the case recently.

"So if I did would you?"

"What?"

"Have sex with her?" he asked as he started thrusting in me.

"It's not like that with women, we're not like men."

"What do you mean?" he asked increasing the depth and speed of his surges.

"It's not just sex, not just someone to get off with, there has to be an attraction, a sexual magnetism or something like that," I groaned as my orgasm built up and I lost the ability to think and speak rationally.

"Yeah of course, I knew that," he lied now using deep thrusts right up me so that his cock went as far as it could go into me then almost out as he went on, "We could have dinner first or something so you get to know her."

And that's how I effectively agreed to have sex with another woman whilst Kevin watched.

After he'd had made me cum again by fucking me rather than me giving him a blow job as I had earlier, I thought he'd stop. But it was early, only around nine and we had the whole night ahead of us so we carried on.

It was a couple of weeks later after I'd finally agreed that I would have sex with a woman as he watched. The next day he was going on a two-week business trip to the far East and Australia and he had other things on his mind uppermost of which was having as much sex as he could with me. He justified that by claiming that it would remove any temptations that might confront him on his travels. I didn't believe that for one moment as I was pretty sure now that he was seeing other women both in the UK and particularly on his overseas trips. However, as after them he was particularly amorous, I welcomed the extra sex he wanted and put his likely infidelities aside.

When he'd finished taking the photos we laid together on the six-seater couch in our living room. Both naked and cuddled up under a blanket I could feel his cum seeping out of me and dribbling down my thighs but couldn't be bothered to get up. I knew it would excite him if and when he found it and if he didn't so what? I'd just have sticky thighs when he fucked me again.

So, when a couple of hours later he woke me from my snooze by nudging me, squeezing my breasts and pressing his body against mine and I felt his full erection, I was quite pleased. I actually thought that for a fifty-two-year-old guy with his wife of twenty plus years it was pretty impressive so I prepared myself for whatever he wanted. I half thought he'd want anal when he said, "Get on all fours Jay, I want some doggy," and gripping my hips as I knelt on the floor, he pushed his cock between my legs. But no, I was relieved when I felt it pressing against my lips and slipping inside me and I was even more thankful when I realised that I was quite wet down there as nowadays in my mid, well actually at forty-six late, forties that wasn't always the case. Although I didn't cum very strongly and had to once more do a bit of orgasm feigning, I was quite near and enjoyed the fuck with the deeper penetration that the position of him taking me from behind provides.

"Okay Jay now you fuck me," he sighed surprising me by not ejaculating, pulling out and rolling onto his back.

"How do you want me?"

"Straddling me and facing me," he explained.

I always find that position satisfying from the domination and control points of view and, of course because you can see the pleasure on your partner's face and enjoy him playing with your tits, but it is tiring and a little wearing on the upper leg muscles. That said, I enjoyed sliding up and down and writhing myself on his wonderfully hard erection and I couldn't stop myself from holding and squeezing my boobs as I neared my climax and felt him readying himself to cum. I like the feeling when he holds his cock rigid as far in me as he can get it and then slowly starts to cum before the explosion as his juices surge up from his balls, through his cock, out of the end of it and into my upper vaginal channel.

Kevin always talks big and is quite a bullshitter so, when he didn't mention it for a few weeks, I assumed that he'd forgotten about the other woman and me agreement. I thought that he'd been talking well beyond his capabilities of delivery, which was typical of him and as he often did. However, it did have an effect on me as it made me think about some of my past adventures with other women. Talking to him about Mel and going into some detail about what she and I had done really got to me and over the next few days that and the other bi adventures I'd had at uni and during the year or so I'd spent in America kept coming into my mind. The recall was so sexually powerful that twice I ended up masturbating thinking about the women I'd had sex with. The effect wasn't just in my mind, though, it was also physical. I found myself looking more critically at women and envisaging some of them naked, I imagined having sex with a couple of actresses I saw on TV, I looked at girls I knew and wondered if they had done anything like I had with Mel and I came near to propositioning a tennis coach at my club who, it was rumoured, was a lesbian. All of this resulted in me fantasising that it was other women's hands, fingers and mouths on me as I made love to myself.

After a few weeks of that, I realised with quite a shock that if I was approached by another women to who I felt an attraction, I would be severely tempted and that alarmed me as I had not had such feelings for many years. Now, though, I wondered if I would be able to resist and, indeed, if I would want to so, I half accepted that if the occasion arose then I would probably have a fling with a woman! Alright, it was breaking my marriage vows, just as it would be if I went with a guy, but then my tortuous logic told me that Kevin was inviting me to do it, so what the hell!