The Real Life Diary of an All American Housewife who became a true lesbian slut. (Part 2)
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Authors' notes:
Again, this is not a work of fiction. I understand some can't believe such events actually happen in real life, especially those that have taken place in public. It's fine if you don't believe it, there was a time in my life I would not have believed my good, little Christian wife and myself could have travelled this path either.
Still, It's the true story of my wife's and my life. Therefore some parts of the story don't have the perfect sexual fantasy fulfillment that you might be looking for. However, our truth is still very erotic it's my hope that our readers will find the real story more powerful and sexually satisfying that just a dream.
Second, Initially this was my solo writing project, but as my wife, Ann, read she became very interested in sharing her side of the story. So like everything else we do in life, we worked together on the project. She's generously gone back through the story and add her thoughts and experiences. When Ann added her diary to mine, a much more vivid tale of how my wife's lesbian tendencies where stronger than I'd ever imagined became clear. It also became clear that she was by every measure of the word a slut, and I loved her all the more for it.
Obviously this is an erotic story, but it's also our true love story and it's our hope that the reader can take away more than just a story about sex.
Chapter 1 First Time Out (by Mac)
Over the next few days my wife and I talked at length about her adventure, and I never failed to masturbate myself to a climax before she reached the end of her story. In fact each time she told the story she seemed to describe it with more passion and excitement. It was clear that this was something she was very much into and was looking forward to her next rendezvous. Unfortunately, as the weekend approached, her online searches were unproductive and it was becoming clear that she wasn't going to have anything lined up.
Despite that fact she was still was motivated to try to have another encounter, of course I admit that I was doing my part to encourage her. Quitting time rolled around on Friday, and she wasted no time in proceeding to the nearest lesbian bar. It was barely 5:00pm and, outside of the woman tending bar, the place was empty. I knew this because she was sitting at the bar texting me a play by play of events.
We text about what we hoped would happen and it was clear by the text she was sending that she was already very horny. Like her previous trip out she wore no panties, this was about sex, not forming a relationship, and she wanted to sex to get to the physical aspect as quickly as possible.
I was about to suggest she might leave for dinner and come back later, when she suddenly text me that a woman, from across the bar, had sent her a drink over. I was surprised as she'd said the bar was empty and asked how long the woman had been there. My wife responded that she'd seen her come in earlier, but that she was an unremarkable, late 30's/early 40's woman, and she wasn't particularly interested, so she hadn't given her any notice.
"Are you going to accept her drink?", I enquirer. "I don't know. Should I?" She responses. "Are you interested in her at all?" I asked. "I'm ambivalent ." My wife responded. "She's not bad, just okay tits, but she's a little butch, which isn't my favorite" My advice was that if no one else is there she mind as well have a little company. Besides, she could always tell her she was waiting for a friend, and blow her off at anytime.
Chapter 2 An Irrelevant connection (by Ann)
The lesbian bar was not the sexy, woman filled sex den that I'd imagined. Instead it was a dirty, little dive bar that had nothing to distinguish it from any other low end tavern. I smiled and raised he glass to the woman who'd sent it over. Before I finished the sip she had moved across the room and settled into the barstool next to me. She struck up the conversation by mentioning that she'd not seen me here before. I told her it was first time. And explained that I was texting some friends in hopes that they would join me. , I wanted her to know that while I didn't want to be rude I'd planned on continuing my texting. She smiled and said that my texting didn't annoy her at all.
My husband continued to want a play by play and so I casually text him details of her. Late 30's, maybe early 40's. Blonde hair, cut short and similar to a man's style. Not thin, but not fat either, she had a strong build, like a manual laborer. Her skin was tanned and it was clear that she was the out door, hiking/camping kind of woman. Up close her medium sized breasts displayed enough cleavage to make me raise an eyebrow.
It didn't take long before her hands where on me. At first just little, playful maneuvers, gently brushing the hair away from my face. An almost imperceptible touch on the back of my hand. While I didn't discourage her, I still didn't show any signs of being particularly interested either.
Mac continued to ask what was happening and I told him she was clearly into me in a very sexual way, but that I was genuinely ambivalent about it. She didn't excite me, nor did she repulse me. I did feel comfortable with her and didn't mind her flirtation at all. In fact it was kind of enduring.
"Then you should have sex with her." Mac replied. "What???" I text back. "How did we get from I'm not interested, to having sex with this woman?" "You didn't say you were NOT interested, you said you didn't care either way. So if you don't care then your vote is neutral. She's obviously voting for you to have sex with her. My vote is for you to have sex with her. That's two votes for sex and one for basically abstaining. So the 'have sex' vote wins!" I took a long drink of my MaiTai and considered it. True, I didn't feel a burning lust for this woman, but if she where to suddenly grab me, and shove her finger in my pussy, I wouldn't object in the least. Since there were no other prospects, I wasn't opposed to giving myself to her as both she and my husband wanted me to.
