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.
Returning my focus back to her, I noticed she had been talking about something, but I'd no idea what. The lust was still in her eyes and I decided I would give her the opening she was looking for. Leaning forward, so my lips were actually brushing her ears I whispered, "I don't know when my friends will arrive, but it you don't mind me having to join them when they do, I can be yours until they come."
Her breath trembled warmly against the skin of my neck. Slowly, carefully she placed her hand on my thigh I felt he lips gently press against my neck. My body instantly became flush with passion and I found myself happy that I'd agreed to allow her to have her way. Realizing I was going to allow her to continue she became more bold, sliding her hand up the outside of my thigh and into my short skirt. Her breathing suddenly quickened as her hand felt my bare ass cheek, rather than panties.
I smiled deviously as I lifted my phone and text my husband. "You two got your way, she's already feeling up my ass and as aggressively as she's attacking my neck, I'm probably going to have a mark." The thought of me having a love bite on my neck worried Mac, because he realized others would quickly know I'd been up to something. However, as the bartender turned and paused to watch me being groped, I realized that people knowing what I was doing actually excited more. I wasn't worried about someone seeing me or knowing, I WANTED people to see me and I WANTED them to know.
My new friend, who I hadn't even bothered to learn her name was now completely enraptured in exploring my body. Her hand slipped from under my dress and into my blouse. Again she was both excited and surprised to discover I wore no bra. She grabbed my breast hard and her mouth quickly found mine. She kissed me deeply. Her excitement so out of control, as her tongue probed me, I could feel the saliva pouring from her mouth into my. The heavy taste of alcohol she'd been drinking filled my mouth and each mouth full of her spit that I swallowed made my pussy swell and ache more.
My head became light and I felt drunk. I don't know exactly when it happened, but I suddenly realized she'd unbuttoned my blouse and one of my breasts hung in the open as she rolled my second nipple around in her mouth. I again glanced in the direction of the bartender. She had quit paying attention to her bartending duties and her interest was now completely on us. When our eyes connected my heart raced faster. I maintained eye contact with the bartender as I pulled my anonymous loves face tight against my breast. I then turned ever so slightly, ensuring my bare breast was in full view of the woman tending the bar.
The feeling was pure ecstasy, and just when I thought it couldn't get any better, my lover slide her hand up the inside my thigh and slid several fingers into my dripping pussy. I let out an audible moan and my eyes closed for a moment. But I quickly reopened then and once again locked my eyes with the bartender.
Slowly the bartender began to approach us. Standing directly across the bar, our eyes still locked she suddenly became a little apprehensive. She cautiously glanced around the room, and after she was sure no one else was there. She hesitated a moment to gage my reaction, then she leaned slightly over the bar and looks intently to see what was happening beneath the bar. Realizing what she wanted to see, I spread my legs and gave her of my pussy being probed.
She became memorized watching my new lover take long strokes in and out of my pussy. Meanwhile my lover hadn't even realized the bartender had joined us and once again her mouth found mine for another deep, passionate kiss.
With one woman pumping my pussy, another woman watching so lustfully I felt an massive orgasm building. Right as a climax began to build the bartender suddenly swung away, and quickly began to move back to the other end of the counter. Within seconds the door swung open and a group of women in business apparel walked into the bar and sat at a middle table. They laughed and joked loudly amongst themselves, and I lost the building climax as I became self conscious. Finally one of the women looked to the bartender, as if ready for service.
Rather than going to them she gave a sideways glance to me and the woman at the table turned to me and saw my open blouse and the woman sucking away at my nipples. A look of amusement crossed her face as she demanded the attention of the women at the other table.