Every Thursday night, Molly Johnson's husband, Peter, had sex with her for after dinner--no more than fifteen minutes, in the dark, with her on her back. And every Thursday, Peter would rut awkwardly on top of her, while Molly laid prone, moaning unenthusiastically and looking at the alarm clock behind her. She couldn't even feel him inside her--he was that small. Soon, Peter would shudder and grunt, then roll over and promptly fall asleep. And Molly would stare at the ceiling, praying for even the slightest bit of excitement to satiate the ache between her legs. It had become a little bit of an addiction, really, the way Molly would duck under the covers and pull up porn on her phone--lesbian porn, every Thursday night. Her mature pussy responded so well to videos of women sloppily grinding their clits together--it would soak through her plain cotton panties, throbbing insistently. She would often end the night wildly thrusting four fingers into herself, quietly squirting all over the sheets as she held her breath and came to the images on her phone.
Now, though, she wanted something different. Something wilder. Something... taboo.
Molly wondered what it'd be like to actually have sex with another woman.
The blonde felt guilty as hell about it; she knew that she shouldn't want to do such a thing. But she also knew that she didn't care. She was going to do it anyway. She just needed to figure out how.
She decided to call her best friend, Jennifer. Molly and Jen were very close friends who had grown up together, attended the same college, and lived within a few blocks of each other ever since. They were both in their mid forties now and still living in the same house they grew up in. Molly called her right away.
"Hey, Molly," Jen answered. "What's up?"
"Oh, nothing much," Molly said, trying to sound casual. "How are you doing? How's work?"
"I'm good," Jen replied. "Work is fine."
"Listen," Molly began, "there's something I need to talk to you about."
"Is everything okay?" Jen asked.
"Yeah, it's fine," Molly lied. "It's just..."
"Okay, go ahead," Jen encouraged. "You know you can tell me anything, right?"
"Jen, I've been having really strange thoughts. About women." Molly trailed off.
"Ohhh," Jen replied, a smile in her voice. "So you're thinking about fucking women? You think you might be bi?"
"No," Molly said defensively. "Not exactly. I just... I don't know. I feel like I want to try it."
"Well, Molly," Jen said slowly, "you should try it. Why not? You only live once."
"But Jen, I don't even know anyone else who does this kind of stuff!" Molly exclaimed. "And besides, I'm married! What if my husband finds out?!"
"Come on, Molly," Jen laughed. "You're forty-five years old. If you never do this, you'll always wonder what it's like. Might as well give it a shot."
"I guess you're right," Molly agreed reluctantly. "Maybe I will give it a shot."
"Good," Jen exclaimed. "I'm glad you're finally getting some confidence. You deserve it."
"Thanks, Jen," Molly smiled. "I'll let you get back to work. Talk to you later."
"Bye, Molly."
***
Molly thought about Jen's advice all day long. When she got home from work, she went straight to her bedroom and pulled out her laptop. She typed "bisexual" into the search engine and started browsing the results. There were plenty of websites devoted to bisexuality and swinging, but none of them seemed to be the right fit for her. The ads were too graphic, and most of the articles were written by people who had no idea what they were talking about. She kept searching, hoping that she'd find something that would help her make her decision.
Finally, she stumbled across a site that looked promising. It was called Bisexual Hookup, and it was the first one that popped up when she searched for "bisexual dating." As soon as she saw the site's name, she knew she found what she -was looking for. The website was filled with photos of attractive, young women--all of whom appeared to be bi. The women were posed seductively against various backgrounds, sometimes with men, sometimes without. Most of the women looked like they were in their early twenties, but there were quite a few older ones, too. One of the profiles featured a gorgeous brunette named Carla. Carla looked incredible--she had flaming red hair that fell down past her shoulders, and beautiful green eyes. Her full lips were accented by a pair of perfectly shaped, dimple-free cheeks. Her breasts were large and firm, and her stomach was flat. Her body was completely toned and tanned, and she wore a white tank top that showed off her ample cleavage.
"Wow, she's really sexy," Molly whispered to herself. She clicked on Carla's profile and read through her bio.
"Hi, guys," Carla wrote. "I love being single. I've never been married or had kids. And because of that, I've never had to compromise my sexual desires. I'm a total slut. I love girls more than I love guys. I just wish there were more girls like me. After my last relationship ended, I realized that I could have a better time with women instead of men. So now I'm here, looking for someone who wants to experiment with girls. Are you the girl for me?"
"Yes," Molly whispered. "I am."
***
"Hello?" Molly answered hesitantly.
"Who is this?" a woman's voice asked.
"This is Molly," Molly replied. "Is this Carla?"
"Yes," Carla giggled. "It's me. I'm so happy you called."
"I'm really glad you did," Molly told her.
"So, I want you to meet me at my place tonight. I messaged you the address," Carla said.
"Great!" Molly exclaimed, shaking with nerves. "I'll be over around nine."
"See you then!" Carla replied.
"Later."
Molly hung up the phone and sat staring at it for several minutes. Finally, she stood up and headed for the door. She decided to stop by the store and pick up a bottle of wine, just in case.
***
When Molly arrived at Carla's house, she rang the bell and waited. After a minute or two, the door opened, and Carla stood before her wearing nothing but a pink bathrobe.
"Hi," Molly said nervously. "I'm sorry I'm late."
"That's okay," Carla giggled. "I was just taking a shower." She grinned. "Want to come inside?"
"Uh..." Molly stammered. "Um... sure. I mean, yeah, that sounds great."
"Awesome," Carla smiled. "Come on."
"Okay," Molly sighed.
Carla led Molly into her living room and turned on the TV. They sat together on the couch and sipped their wine while watching an episode of Law & Order.
"So, how was your day?" Carla asked.
"Oh, not bad," Molly replied. "How about yours?"
"Pretty good," Carla smiled. "I got a new job today. It pays pretty well, and I think I'll enjoy working there."
"That's great," Molly smiled. "What kind of job is it?"
"Well, it's actually a part-time position," Carla explained. "My friend works at a local health club, and he needed someone to clean some of the equipment. He offered me the job, and I took it."
"Oh, cool," Molly said. "That sounds like fun."
"Yeah, it should be," Carla laughed. "It'll give me a chance to spend time alone with some of the hot girls who work there."
"Oh, really?" Molly asked. "You know any of them?"
"Not yet," Carla giggled. "But I'm going to ask around and see if anyone will let me join them. You know, maybe get a little action before I go home."
"Oh, wow," Molly gasped. "Are you serious?"
"Very," Carla laughed. "In fact, I'm hoping that one day we can all have some fun together."
"Really?" Molly asked excitedly. "Wouldn't that be awesome? Two sexy girls at once! I'd love that."
"Me, too," Carla smiled. "But anyways. This wine is really good. It's making me a little horny." She slid closer to Molly and traced her fingers along the other woman's collarbone. Molly gasped softly.
"Can I kiss you?" Carla asked, eyes shining in the dim light.
"Please do," Molly whispered.
Carla smiled. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against Molly's. The blonde whimpered as Carla's tongue snaked between her teeth and brushed against her own. She wrapped her arms around Carla's neck and pulled her close. Their tongues danced together as they kissed passionately.
