Well it was 9 o'clock and I'd just kissed my husband goodbye and packed him off to work for the day. Another day in suburbia beckoned and I wondered what on earth I could do to fill my time today. I'd left work after getting married as we were quite well off now and the need for me to work was not a necessity. However, sometimes I wished I was still there as having no children sometimes meant that this supposed life of leisure became a bit of a drag.
People are right when they say money isn't everything. I decided to phone Gilly to see what she was doing to pass some of the time till my husband returned home. I wouldn't class Gilly as one of my closest friends but we had come to get on quite well together since we moved onto the new estate. She was also in a similar position to me although she did have a little girl, but once she had taken her to school the rest of the day was hers also. She'd just got back when I phoned and had nothing planned so we agreed that I'd go over to hers for coffee and a chat.
I went round about 10.30 and we chatted for a while. The conversation today was a little deeper than usual, and it did seem like we were getting to know each other better. Eventually the conversation turned to sex and how her sex life had gradually seemed to dwindle over the years since the birth of her little girl. She complained that her husband seemed to have less and less interest in it whereas her own sex drive had only seemed to increase, leaving her pretty frustrated. Although still a little embarrassed at letting her know so much about myself I thought it only fair to share after she had told me her side. My own sex life was still fairly healthy although I did have to admit that I was becoming a little bored sometimes by the monotonous routine that my husband Peter seemed to follow whenever we did make love. It was always in bed, usually with the lights out and always in the same positions. Although half of the blame was probably mine I had tried in the past to spice things up but with little success.
We had quite a laugh about what we should do to improve our love lives and then began to talk about our secret fantasies. This was definitely being a bit too open for me, but I was curious to find out what Gilly was into purely as a check on how my own fantasies measured up.
I let it out that I'd always wanted Peter to just come home from work one day, throw caution to the wind and take control. He'd find me in the kitchen preparing tea and would come in, wander up behind me, wrap his arms around me and whisper in my ear that he wanted me there and then. He would then proceed to clear the items on the table in one sweep onto the floor and throw me onto the table. Still clothed he would rip open my blouse, carelessly popping its buttons and roughly handle my breasts beneath my bra. He'd then pull up my skirt around my waist and yank down my panties before going down on me, something he rarely did nowadays. After getting me so worked up he'd then force his manhood inside me and take me hard without any of the gentleness he normally saved for our lovemaking. This was still good but I just needed a change every now and then. Doesn't every woman? After satisfying my initial lust in numerous positions over the table he would then carry me upstairs and make love to me for the rest of the night until we fell asleep exhausted in each other's arms.
Gilly looked at me with interest and surprise as I told her and said she never had me pegged as such a woman. What then did she think I would be like?
"I thought you'd be more the lights off, one position type" she said. I was a little hurt at this as I'd never really thought of myself as too much of a prude before. "Why?" I asked. "Oh, it's just you never seem very relaxed that's all" she commented, "You're always just a little uptight."
"Come on then, shock me with your wild fantasies" I invited, part joking but now with just an edge of seriousness to the invite to see what she could come up with. "Well believe it or not, I've always been dying to find out what it would be like to make love to another woman." My eyes widened, she had succeeded in surprising me.
"Why's that then?" I asked her. "Oh I don't know, I think it's just because I've become so frustrated with John's lack of lovemaking I started to want to try something different just to see what it would be like." She was continuing to surprise me. "I've often read about it in John's porn mags which he doesn't think I know about and the stories really get me going." She kept talking about it and I reluctantly had to admit to myself that the idea was just beginning to appeal to me as well. She ended up getting one of her husband's mags and showing me what she was on about.
The story she showed me did stir up some feelings I'd never had before and I could feel myself, somewhat ashamedly, starting to get damp. The magazine also had some pictures of girls together in it which we also pondered over for a short while. I could sense where the conversation was going, and soon the air of sexual tension that was building up between us could be cut with a knife. Finally when Gilly looked deep into my eyes and her hand touched mine and ran smoothly up my arm it came as no real surprise.
"So what do you think then Sue, we've got all day, wouldn't you like to find out what it's like too?" she asked. "I, I, I'm not sure" I stammered, still shocked at suddenly finding myself in this situation. I was in two minds, normality would usually have me finding the idea repulsive but my curiosity was beginning to get the better of me. Gilly's earlier comment of thinking I was a bit straight laced also spurred me on into proving that she was wrong.
Gilly could sense my dilemma and moved towards me. Her hand moved from my arm and fell on my cheek, she stroked it and her head moved towards mine. She kissed me, softly and I made no move to either withdraw or join in, I was still so taken aback. But I could not doubt the feelings that were arising in me as she continued to kiss me. Before I knew it I was returning her gesture and we were locked in a passionate embrace. I felt her tongue creep gently between my teeth and met it with my own. As they joined together in unison I began to let go of my inhibition and entered into the situation with a little more eagerness.