How I found bisexuality and a complete new world.
I met her at the gym. We went there at roughly the same time a few days each week. After a couple of weeks we acknowledged each other with a nod and a smile, after another few weeks it was "hello," and after another week or so it was "how are you?" That was followed in the forthcoming months by longer chats as we worked the machines, had a coffee or a juice after our work out, a meal after the gym and eventually a fuck at my house.
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I've been married over twenty years, I have two children, both of whom are at university and my husband, a corporate lawyer travels an awful lot. He is away probably two weeks a month and I am very lonely indeed. I look for new hobbies and pastimes; I have to find ways to fill my days. I do some voluntary work and some part time editing work for a publishing house my family used to own. I play a lot of tennis, I am learning to play golf and bridge and I go to the gym most days. Naturally I shop a lot, I read many books, I have a wide circle of friends and, surprisingly a fairly active social life. None of which, however, compensates for the loneliness.
I have had what I guess is a fairly typical sex life. I 'gave' my virginity away in nice circumstances to a guy I loved, for all of three weeks, just after my eighteenth birthday. I had three other flings before meeting Richard when I was in my early twenties. We married after a couple of years. I have had one affair that lasted for about six months, a few years ago and I have never had a bisexual or lesbian moment in my life.
Oddly, maybe, as I have got older I have felt more sexual. I think about it more. I use yahoo messenger now and then, I write some erotic stories for a site and I exchange emails with guys I meet on both sites. I have many sexual fantasies. My sex life with Richard is ok, no more than that and maybe less. He is always tired and either, seems to have just got home or, is just going away, it doesn't leave a lot of time for a strong sexual relationship, certainly not as it used to be.
In the past few years I have found myself masturbating more frequently and at present I probably do that every other day.
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"Hi, I'm Catherine, Cat for short" I said between the 'hello' and 'how are you' stages.
She smiled. "Hi I'm Emma."
She was younger than me, probably early thirties, maybe even late twenties. Attractive with short, dark hair she was about five five and nicely slim. In her gym gear there was no unsightly lumps or bumps, her tummy was flat, her bum looked firm and nicely rounded and she had pert, probably B cup, but well rounded boobs.
I on the other hand am ash blonde. My hairs is shoulder length and slightly wavy. I am five feet seven, have long and I think shapely legs and a reasonable bum. Many, and that is gleaned from observation over twenty years, consider my D cup breasts to be my crowning glory; they are both full and round.
Emma and I got on well. She was easy to talk to, smiled and laughed frequently and seemed to be interested in anything and everything. She was engaged, but had no idea when and even if they would marry. She worked as an estate agent, which gave her the time to visit the gym in the mid afternoons as I did, for she worked most evenings.
It was pleasant having someone to chat to either, between exercises or, after we'd finished. It was also nice for me because it ate up time, something I had too much of, especially when Richard was abroad, although even when he was home he rarely got home before nine.
I suppose it all started when we were having a coffee in the café at the gym when Emma said.
"You really do have an incredible figure Cat."
Smiling and a little embarrassed I said. "Did you forget something Emma?"
"What do you mean?" She asked looking puzzled.
"Well nowadays when anyone says that to me," I said suddenly realising that the only people that said it were guys on yahoo to whom I had sent a photo, but I had to continue. "They generally add or infer for your age."
Emma laughed at that. She looked good when she smiled or laughed for unlike many people she seemed to smile with her entire face. "Not at all, many women half your age would love to have your body."
"Would they now?" I replied not realising at first the double entendre road we were going down.
"Of course they would love it."
"Well you have a great figure too Emma," I tentatively replied.
"Do you think so?"
"Yes and I am sure many would love to have that too."
She raised her eyebrows. "Mmmm well you never know."
Nothing that overt or obvious, but probably a starting point.
Richard was away at the time and I was feeling particularly frustrated. I had some pasta, ciabatta bread, salad and a couple of glasses of red wine for dinner around eight. If anything that made me feel hornier. That was because, stupidly it was an Italian meal, and I so adore Italian men even though I have never had one. I slipped my white, gym tee shirt off and undid the clasp at the back of my black sports bra. Removing that was such a relief for to provide the necessary support and to stop the bloody great lumps of flesh leaping around at the gym, it has to be tight: put on a few ounces and it's too tight. I sat there nibbling on a few raspberries topless, it felt good. I often work naked or just in panties around the house. The black, lycra pedal pushers were very tight, everywhere. I touched myself and it felt as if my entire pubic area pulsated. I pushed on where I knew my clit was. It felt lovely rubbing my clit through the lycra, so I masturbated like that and made myself cum quite heavily in my gym clothes. They had to be washed in any case!
There was another incident the following week. We were again in the gym café.
"You don't seem to be your normal self today Cat, is everything ok?"
"Yes everything's fine."
"Tell me to mind my own business" she said reaching across the table and placing her hand on the back of mine. "But are you sure, you look so sad."
I told her that I'd an awful row with Richard about him spending so much time away from home. It had gone on and on and then he had got up earlier than me this morning and had left for a ten day trip to the west coast of America.
"Oh fuck, I hate men problems, but I do have a sure fire solution."
"What's that?" I asked.
"Come to the pub and get drunk."
I laughed. "Oh yeah, what pub is that?" I asked joking.
"The Finch at nine tonight."
"Really?"
