A few years ago friend of mine from college, a girl named Annie, opened a bar, and I helped her out for a couple of months by doing a little cooking and waitressing on weekends. On Friday and Saturday nights Iâd leave the our two daughters with my husband and work until about midnight.
It was a fun place to work. There were these two gay busboys working there: this incredibly handsome black kid and a straggly white kid with long hair. They were both complete flamers. You meet a lot of those in restauant work. One night I was in the basement of the bar getting a case of beer when the two busboys came down the stairs, talking exitedly in whispers. Halfway down the steps they paused and kissed, feeling each othersâ cocks through their clothes.
I hid behind some crates and watched. When they got to the bottom of the stairs the white busboy dropped his pants and bent over. The black kid pulled out his penis (and he had a really nice big penis) and, lubricating his cock with spit, deftly pushed it up the other boyâs asshole. At first the white boy masturbated as the other kid sodomized him, but then the black boy reached around, grabbed the white kidâs dick, and started jacking off his partnerâs penis for him.
I was getting incredibly horny watching them. My panties were getting damp. I massaged my clit through my the crotch of my jeans as I watched. The boys fucked for all of about two minutes. Then the white boy grunted and moaned, and cum squirted out of his prick all over the floor.
The black guy grunted too, and apparently orgasmed inside the other boyâs asshole, because after a minute he pulled his now-limp cock, dripping with sperm, out of the white boyâs rectum. They wiped off their dicks and asses on a dish towel, then buttoned up and went back upstairs.
I was so horny when I got home that night that I could hardly stand it. I tried to get my sleeping husband to wake up and fuck, but he just grunted and turned away from me. So I miserably stuck my hands between my legs and masturbated my clit and pussy to a very lonely, kind of desperate orgasm. I was furious with my husband for that, and let him know so the next day.
Another night at the restaurant I was going down to the basement for a case of beer again. The light switch was at the bottom of the stairs. When I clicked on the light, there were two people standing against the wall making out. At first I thought it was the busboys again.
Then they turned, and to my great surprise, it was Annie, the owner, and her business partner Jessica. They were both dishevelled and half undressed, and they both looked completely embarrassed. But they played it cool. Jessica said âHiâ to me as she pulled her tank top up over her tits. Then she ran up the stairs giggling. Annie was tucking her shirt back in and zipping up her jeans. We didnât say anything to each other. I just got the case of beer and went back upstairs.
But when I got home that night I was,again, desperately horny. Everyone in the family was asleep, but I was wired from the pace of the activity and my little voyeuristic sexual event at the bar. So I stayed up to watch TV until I could get to sleep.
As I was flipping through the stations on cable, I came across a movie that really caught my eye. It was a soft core porn flick. I realized this when these two women in the movie began kissing, then slowly stripped each otherâs clothes off, until finally they were making love to each other completely naked.
As I watched the lesbian sex, I started getting even more excited. I slipped out of my sweat pants, slid my hand into my now-moist panties, and began to masturbate. I stroked the lips of vulva for a little while, then I slid my fingers into the moist, hungry opening of my cunt.
My vagina was soaking wet. My nipples were stiff, and my clit was becoming more and more swollen. As I watched the two women fondle each another's writhing nude bodies, I ended up stripping completely and stroking myself off in totally abandoned stark naked masturbation. As I touched and felt and rubbed my tender wet vulva, my excitement built and built, and finally, as the panting naked women on screen made each other cum, I reached an orgasm that just shook me with pleasure! My whole body convulsed with sexual ecstasy! It was so good! I swore inwardly to masturbate like that again soon!
I had seen porn before, but that was the first time Iâd ever gotten that excited about sex with women. I think it was because of seeing those two women making out in the basement of the bar. After that night I thought about lesbian sexuality a lot. And from then onward, on those late nights alone after work, I began to look up lesbian sites on the Internet, searching out pictures and stories of women pleasuring each other.
I read stories of women making love together and imagined that it was me in the story. My fingers would wander to my vulva, and I would pretend they were another womanâs soft fingers, bringing me to ecstasy. The more I saw and read and masturbated, the more I wanted to be touched sexually by another woman.
Once upon a time, at one point in our marriage, my husband and I had a pretty good sex life. He rented a lot of porn videos and we played with each otherâs horny genitals while we watched them. It was very effective foreplay. We fucked each otherâs brains out practically every night.
Then the kids came along. My husband stopped renting the porn because he didnât want the girls to find it or discover us watching it. And with the pressures and responsibilities of family life, we found less and less time for sex. And, worse, as time went on, my husband seemed to have less and less interest in me. He never initiated sex, and when I did, most of the time he said he was too tired, or he said he didnât feel like it.
In fact, by the time I took the job at the bar, my husband and I had stopped having sex altogether. I honestly didn't miss it. He was never a great lover. The porn just made me so horny I didn't care; after an hour of watching people fuck, anything could make me cum, even my husband's fumbling attempts.
So for several months we went just through the motions of marriage, but with no love or lovemaking. At night, after my husband drank a few beers, watched some ESPN, and drifted off to sleep, I would stay up and look for adult movies on cable, or search the net for lesbian pictures and stories.
I wanted to to satisfy my desire for a woman. I bought a vibrator, and as I looked at the images and read the erotic stories on the computer screen, Iâd pretend my hands were the hands and tongue of the woman in the story and my dildo was some faceless manâs cock. I would imagine that they were giving me strings of glorious orgasms. I came a lot, and my little sexual fantasy world was nice.
But life with daddy was much less pleasant. One day, when my four year old daughter asked me why daddy and I argued all the time, I knew it was time to separate. I talked to my husband about it. There was no argument. The following week he was just gone.
I was alone for the first time in years, faced with the prospect of learning how to socialize and meet people again. It was a frightening thought in some ways. But with work and the children I had very little time to interact with other people anyway. I needed adult company, though. I began to frequent Internet chat rooms. I thought maybe Iâd meet someone that way. But I also still used the Internet to find porn. It had been a long time since Iâd had real sex, and masturbation had become kind of a habit for me.
Late one evening, when the kids were in bed, I was surfing the net for sex pictures or stories. I want to stroke myself to orgasm, and was trying to find something especially nasty to get myself horny. I came across a story about a woman being seduced by a stripper at a sex party. The story told about how the author watched as the stripper let every woman in the room kiss her pussy. When the authorâs turn came, the two of them ended naked up on the floor, their heads between each othersâ legs, licking each other to orgasm as everyone watched and jacked off and applauded.
I loved that story! When I finished reading, I rubbed my clit and stuck that dildo up my pussy until I orgasmed right there in the chair! When my breathing had returned to normal I typed an e-mail to the author. I did this sometimes when a story really got me off. It got me excited to think that the person who wrote the story would know that I had touched myself sexually while I was reading their work.
Amazingly, shortly after I sent the letter, I got a reply. This had never happened to me before, so I immediately wrote back, and we began to converse. I learned that the story was fictional, but based on a real event that had actually happened in her life. She had gone to a party where the hosts had hired a stripper. In the course of the evening the stripper had gotten drunk and had let everyone at the party touch her as she danced naked. The author had gotten to lick and kiss the stripperâs pussy, right there in front of everyone. That was exciting.
After her little confession I somehow trusted this woman, and I slowly revealed my situation to her. She was surprisingly pleasant and helpful. She was a single mom divorcee too, and she told me about how she went about the process of about meeting people. She gave me some very good ideas for meeting nice guys, most of which were very simple, like: go to the gym, join organizations of people who do what you like to do (I wondered if there were any organizations for people who liked to masturbate while they watched Internet porn), go to a church, participate in charity organizations, join the PTA or something; just get out of the house. I should have thought of all that myself.
She also suggested that since I was interested in girl sex I should get some lesbian DVDs. She said that she herself enjoyed watching sex on DVD, and that she thought that a good lesbian sex DVD was much better than most of what you could find on the Internet.
When we both signed off, I realized that sexual tension had been building up inside my pussy all afternoon. So after we said our good-byes, I retired to the bathtub. I rubbed down my cunt with soap, hot water, and lubicating bath oil, then stuck my fingers up into my very, very ready vagina and stroked my pussy and clitoris until a hot, wet, extended orgasm relieved my tension. It was nice.
The following day I decided to throw caution to the wind and follow the womanâs advice. I went to buy a lesbian X-rated DVD. I drove to an adult video store out in the boonies that I had seen billboards for on the highway, and I parked in a far corner of the lot.
Butterflies danced furiously through my stomach as I approached the entrance of the store. It looked like a dump from the outside. I pushed the door open and tentatively looked inside. It smelled OK. I had been in pornographic video stores a few times before, long ago, with my husband, and they had all had the same weird, stale, unhealthy stink. But this place smelled clean.
So I relaxed a little. There were video cases on display everywhere, covered with photos of beautiful naked women spreading their legs, taking erect penises into their various orifices, and/or kissing and licking and fingering each other. I took a deep breath and slowly walked up and down the aisles of DVDs until I found the "All Girl" section. I felt like I was home free. I smiled and looked for something to catch my eye.
After some very enjoyable browsing, I settled on one called "Wet Girls Together." I picked up the box and slowly walked over to the register. Walking to the checkout counter I found another interesting movie: âBisexual Wives in Heatâ. âThatâs what I am,â I thought, âA bisexual wife in heat.â So I picked it up.
As I approached the counter I noticed that there was a young woman behind it. She was a punk-rock looking girl in her late teens or early twenties. I felt thankful that I would not have to face a man on my first foray into the world of pornography.