Janice Discovers Her Truth

It was the moment I saw a picture of myself taken at a family wedding that I decided enough was enough. The look in our eyes on the face of my husband Thomas and I were so sad, and especially evident when everyone else in the picture was smiling. And the picture showed that I had gained too much weight during the five years of marriage that I also didn't recognize myself.

The easy part was getting a membership to the local Y and getting in some daily exercise. The more difficult part was in leaving a loveless marriage that would not cause me to struggle financially. Thankfully, in a relatively short period of time, all I needed came together and now my life is exciting and wonderful.

I threw myself into working out every morning. First with aerobic and cardio exercises, working my way up to spin classes and then boot camp. I loved it, eventually, and took great pleasure in the change in my body. I bought new clothes that accentuated my legs and chest (not large, but tits sit nicely upon), and even took joy in my toned arms and stomach. Yes I caught myself looking in the mirror often and changed my hairstyle and makeup to celebrate the new me.

Eventually this did attract some attention. Some flattering, some unwanted and some very surprising. Men at the Y would find ways and excuses to talk to me and I even took a few up on their offers for a coffee or a drink after work. I never pursued anything beyond that no matter how much I wanted to as I had never felt sexier, and my libido was in overdrive, but fear of being caught led me to be only flirty and careful.

In the shower I eventually noticed lingering looks from other women and I too started to take my time looking over their bodies. Mostly, in my mind, I was comparing various parts of my body to theirs and seeing and telling myself where and how I compared shape wise with them and also noted what I admired about them. One thing I learned quickly was the number of bare pussies, and the neatly trimmed, so I took the hint and shaved myself bare. I was not too keen on the look and eventually settled on keeping a fluffy patch just above my clitoris. It felt wonderful not to be ashamed of my body, and to be proud of how other women took care of their bodies. In the shower, when I knew eyes were on me, I purposely arched my back and pushed out my chest when rinsing shampoo from my hair. I would slowly bend over to wash my legs and feet to show-off how flexible I now was and how toned my legs are. Yes, it seemed shallow and yet it also felt so good to admire and be admired.

I was soon adopted by Yvonne and Lynn, two women whom I had met in spin class and boot camp. Though I was in my early 30's and they their early 40's, one would say they acted and looked much younger. They had obviously been following my changes and when it was obvious I was never going to quit the Y, they welcomed me into their small clique. I was beyond flattered and they always made me feel confident. I loved their presence and company and much of me wanted to be like them. Fit, evidently wealthy by the clothes, jewellery they wore and the cars they drove. They were obviously beautiful, smart and successful. Life was treating them well and they were getting a kick out of it. Following their example, my clothes did become tighter, more revealing and for makeup I did focus more attention on my lips and eyes. I loved their compliments and their style tips. I still drove a used car and had little jewellery to wear, but I now had new friends that cheered me.

I would meet Yvonne and Lynn on weekends for coffee and sometimes walks together by the lake. I enjoyed seeing all the eyes on us and the heads that would turn to watch us. We knew how attractive we were and acted as if we did not care. I was always happy and excited to see them and be with them. They often shared with me stories of their lives and they would go dancing until all hours of the morning. I was invited out a few times and on those occasions I did begin to wonder if they were more than best friends as they often had arms around each other and kissed. I also learned they travelled together to Europe, New York, Los Angeles. Sometimes their husbands accompanied them but often not. I did wonder what these two glorious brunettes got up to and always suspected they were outrageous together. They did share with me some details of their trips such as what the hotel was like, the restaurants, galleries and shops. They always showed off their recent purchases and remark how amazing the other looked when trying on new styles. I was very envious and wished to be a part of their world. They kept teasing that one day I should join them, but I often said I likely could not afford such extravagant vacations.

During all of this time, while I was enjoying the new me, my marriage was failing. My husband became jealous and suspected me of cheating on him, though he never had any proof. He also confessed that he now did not think he was good enough for me, and that my interests had changed, and we did not see eye to eye on things. And he was correct. I was beginning to enjoy the lifestyle of the rich and beautiful, and become annoyed at people who simply accepted what they were and had no desire to become better. I would not say I was becoming heartless, but I was certainly enjoying the pleasures that came with being attractive and confident, and had no interest in spending time with my husband Thomas. My husband made his statement by often sleeping on the couch and seldom sharing our bed. And I did not mind this at all.

On a fateful day in mid-May over a coffee, Yvonne and Lynn invited me to join them in New York City for a long weekend get-away in July they had planned. I told them no at first, but they kept insisting and telling me about Broadway, galleries, all the amazing things to see and that I owed it to myself. I kept saying how much I would love to go with them but I just could not afford it. Yvonne then surprised me when she said that she and Lynne were going to cover all costs as it was a birthday/Christmas/Valentines/Easter/Halloween/Thanskgiving Day present to me. I found myself no longer able to say no, and graciously accepted. I informed Thomas and he just nodded and said it sounds like fun. Plans were made and a few days before our flight, Yvonne and Lynn insisted we all go shopping together to pick out and buy clothes and shoes just for the trip. I did hate being so much in their debt but loved being taken under their wing.

On the day of our shopping trip we focused on skimpy, revealing and colourful. We found perfect sun dresses, lovely mini skirts and sleeveless tops that hugged and displayed our assets as Lynn always loved to call them. The shoes they picked out for me were stunning and I had never owned such sexy high heel shoes in my life and knew I would need to wear them around the house to get comfortable in them. They were perfect at featuring my calves, and I imagined us turning New York City on its head for a few days. I let Yvonne and Lynn know that I also wanted to buy myself a new nightie for the trip. They looked at each other, smiled and then at the same time both said not to bother. I felt a little jolt, blushed and Yvonne said darling, we will be in New York and there will be no time for sleeping. I nodded and said to myself, prepare for the time of your life.

On the day of our flight, I said goodbye to Thomas and he handed me an envelope. Inside was $500 US and he told me to treat my friends to a nice dinner and to have a lovely vacation. I hugged him, said thank you and that I would bring him back something nice from New York. I did not know it then, but it was the last time we hugged.

I met Yvonne and Lynn at the airport terminal where the three of us checked in, worked our way through customs and headed to the lounge for a cocktail before we boarded our flight. We were feeling no pain after just one gin martini and I noticed how often Yvonne and Lynn placed their hands on my thighs, shoulder and pulled me close to say how happy they were that I was joining them. I instinctly hugged them, gave them a short kiss on the lips and said, me too!

We sat together on the plane, with myself between Yvonne and Lynn. For the next hour and a half, they always had their hands on me, they would lean into me, and as we watched the New York skyline as we approached La Guardia, Lynn pressed her tits into my arm as she leaned in to point out buildings below. Her tits felt lovely and in my mind my hands were all over them and it felt wonderful.

We landed, hoped into a cab and 45 minutes later arrived at our hotel. I pinched myself in to believing I was actually at the Roosevelt Hotel. It seemed to possess all the charm of days long past and made me feel very classy. We checked in to our room which was so spacious and had two queen size beds. I was not sure what the sleeping arrangements were going to be but assumed one bed was for me only.

We kicked off our shoes and then Yvonne and Lynn removed their tops and took off their bras and said to me sweetheart it is hot in here, do yourself a favour and relax a bit, for we do have a long night ahead of us. I did as suggested and then moved a chair closer to them and sat down. We had been naked around each other so often in the showers at the Y that I was unfazed. Yvonne stood up, stroked my arm as she went to the bar fridge, grabbed three cans of vodka seltzer. In one hand she placed a cool seltzer on her neck and with the other placed two on her chest, before giving them to Lynn and I. We toasted and just relaxed, with my eyes admiring their amazing bodies.

I did not try to understand my feelings, only that I was experiencing them and not minding. I loved feeling strong, attractive, and taking pleasure in how attractive other people were. I did love the hands of Yvonne and Lynn on me and wanted to place my hands on them and squeeze their thighs like they squeezed mine, massage their shoulder as they massaged mine, and let them feel my tits and kiss them often. Yes, I was becoming strongly attracted to them and I knew they were attracted to me.

Each of us finished our drinks and then rested silently where we laid and sat. I must have fallen into a sleep as I was awoken by a soft kiss on the cheek a hand on my shoulder and a hand cupping and lifting my breast. Lynn smiled and said it was just too sexy to ignore. I said thank you love and gave her a nice kiss on the lips and a quick nipple pinch. I did not know what was happening and I did not care, I was just living in the moment and what the moment presented.

Yvonne caught us and said play time was over. She then shared the plans for the evening which included dinner at Dowlings and then the Broadway show Wicked. After that, she said Lynn would take us to one of their favourite bars called Henrietta's. And then the drill sargent inside her kicked in and she gave us our orders for the shower, hair, getting dressed and makeup. She made us each a drink and said get to it ladies.

We took turns in the shower, then helped each other with the curling iron and getting dressed. They were many busy hands caressing, massaging, not so innocently fondling as we slipped into our new clothes. I was stepping in to my panties when Lynn placed her hand on my arm and said not tonight dear, tonight we are panty free. I just smiled and tossed my panty over my shoulder to their extreme delight. After we got our makeup just right, we took turns taking selfies of the three of us on our phones and then walked arm in arm down the hall to the elevator and through the lobby to find a cab.

I was so excited for the evening, was feeling amazing and sitting between Yvonne and Lynn I placed my hand on their thighs, curved my hand to move to their inner thighs, squeezed and shouted I love you two so much. Yvonne and Lynn leaned forward, smiled at each other and Yvonne said they love me too, kissed my cheek as their hands fondled my tits and my pussy became moist. I never had ever felt better in my life at that moment. I was to experience many amazing moments with these two incredible women.

I spent our dinner in awe of the art deco stylings at Dowlings and I imagined we had been transported back in time and were living in the roaring twenties. Everyone in the place looked stunning but the three of us did seem to stand out due to the many drinks being bought for us by admiring men. I knew I had enough and did not want to take anymore out of concern of being too drunk to enjoy the show and also falling asleep on my friends. They on the other hand did not seem to have that problem and were enjoying themselves flirting with and teasing their suitors. Following a delicious supper, once again we wrapped our arms around each other, and as Yvonne and Lynn waved and blew kisses at the soon to be forgotten men, we made our way onto Broadway.

The lights are truly dazzling and the crowds of excited theatre people filled the air with a charge I had never experienced before. One cannot deny the thrill of seeing happy, expectant people everywhere and especially on a warm summer evening. After walking around taking in all the colours we found our way to the theatre and took our seats in the balcony. I felt a lovely rush of excitement for the show we were about to see and took in deeply the pleasure of being in and experiencing New York with my new dear friends. The lights, dimmed, the music began and the show got started. Yvonne and Lynn placed their hands in mine and held them tightly. Wicked was far more fun and enjoyable than I could have expected, but was soon to be surpassed by the fun and enjoyment of Yvonne and Lynn.

I was enjoying the show so much that I did not notice they had moved their hands to my thighs. I believe I was becoming so use to them touching me there that it just felt natural and expected. But then I did notice their hands moving higher on my thighs and my skirt being pushed along. I did look down to watch and saw that my pussy was exposed and felt myself freeze in place. I turned my eyes back to the show and felt Yvonne's right hand begin to press a finger against my pussy and begin to scratch lightly at my lips. Lynn was firmly holding my right thigh and spreading my legs a bit wider apart.

I swallowed, and tried to keep my eyes and mind focused on the musical but it was impossible. I felt myself loosen a little and move my legs to allow Yvonne easier access to my pussy. I was quickly moist there and strongly feeling those jolts of sexual arousal fill my body. I felt my nipples become hard and then let out a very noticeable but soft gasp as Yvonnes middle finger penetrated me and then begin to rub on my clit. I squirmed slowly in in the desire taking over me and bit my lower lip. Her finger tapped, pressed, rubbed expertly on me and I did have to look down to observe. She then stopped, slowly removed her hand from my pussy and then casually and slowly wiped her finger across her lips as if removing a crumb or something, then licked her lips.

Lynn with her left hand quickly took the place of Yvonne and she was more forceful as she pressed her middle finger then two fingers into me as deeply as possible. My body could not resist, my pussy was too wet to put up a fight and I felt myself move in my seat a bit to encourage her continued play. At this moment there was also an undeniable squishing sound coming from between my legs that was only silenced by the music preventing others from possibly hearing. But I heard and felt the most sexed up than I had ever felt before. Too soon for me Lynn stopped and when she removed her fingers from me, she rubbed her fingers and hand along my inner thigh.

At this moment I realised I was perspiring and felt the cool beads of sweat on my skin and even running down my chest between my tits. Yvonne and Lynn had timed their play perfectly as the first act ended and it was now the intermission. I did not know what to say other than tell them I needed to go to the bathroom which was true. They said that was a very good idea and made our way. As to be expected, there was a long line and my bladder was losing its patience, but I finally made it into a stall, pissed and then began to finger my pussy with a fury it had never experienced before. I wanted my orgasm but held back as was afraid I could be heard screaming if I came. I found the power to stop myself and then washed my hands and returned to our seats.

I felt a need to repay the favour and pleasure Yvonne and Lynn had given me, so as the musical began I placed my hands on their thigh and began to massage and squeeze. I was very surprised when they both removed my hands from them and placed my hands in my lap. I was not sure what to think and decided to try again, but again they removed my hands and placed them in my lap. Lynn turned to me and whispered just enjoy the show beautiful. And I took her advice to heart and yes I did enjoy the rest of Wicked.

Following the curtain call and standing ovation, we moved with the masses to make our way outside where we saw it was pouring rain. We quickly ran to one of the many cabs and hoped into the backseat. Yvonne informed the driver to take us to Henrietta's in Greenwich. As we drove it was very quiet in the cab but I could see that Yvonne and Lynn had these little smiles almost smirks on their faces. I told myself to relax, love the moment and know that I was in good hands.

The cab stopped in front of an unassuming place where a neon sign spelled out the name Henrietta Hudson. My friends took my hand let me through the door into the place. I knew immediately from the décor and patrons it was a lesbian bar. And my eyes admired the many visuals the place had to offer. Yes heads turned to look at us. Some women smiled, some saw us and shook their head and some did their best to ignore. The place was filled with people and as our bodies became crushed against others as we tried to make our way to the bar, I felt hands grab my ass, some grab my tits and while I could not ignore, I just kept pace with my friends to the bar. Everyone seemed younger, and a lovely mix of races were all moving to the pulse of the music being played. Yvonne handed us our vodka's then moved us out to the dance floor.

While there was little room to actually dance, we did our best and crushed ourselves against the people where I felt more hands on me and even placed my one free hand on others to caress their legs and ass. Yvonne and Lynn were pressed against each other kissing and becoming surrounded by admirers who they then began to kiss as they danced. I then noticed myself face to face with a tall black woman with long braids in her hair wearing a tight white crop top and very short jean shorts. She just locked her eyes on me, came closer then pressed her chest into mine and I followed her rhythm as our bodies moved together. She placed her hands on my hips then started to raise my skirt and moved her right hand to my ass which she squeezed, slapped and grabbed again. She then leaned in to kiss me and placed her left hand on the back of my head and held me close to her lips as we French kissed for a few minutes. She then pulled away, winked at me and said thank you babe. I licked my lips in front of her and whispered thank you.

I felt another pair of hands on my ass from a person standing behind me. They were small but persistent and I turned my head to see a tiny woman with very short blonde hair, a classic dyke look, staring up at me with a wide smile. I returned the smile and kept my back to her as I lifted my skirt. With her hand on my hip, she moved her other hand between my thighs and started playing with my pussy. Quickly rubbing then moving her fingers quickly inside of me. I stood with my legs apart and bent forward as she fucked me with her fingers. Suddenly her hands were removed from me and new hands were fucking my pussy, then they were gone and replaced by another pair of hands, and then another and then another. I could not see, but it felt like there was a line of some kind forming behind me. And I thought I could make out a growing chant of women shouting go go go, but I was too lost in the pulsing in my cunt. I screamed and took hold of the people nearest me to steady myself as my magical orgasm created pleasure throughout my body and my pussy to spasm. Was it the best orgasm ever? As much as I could recall. The cheering confirmed it.