I never expected to like pussy so much. How did it happen? How did I become bisexual at my age? I have spent most of my life enjoying straight sex, but hubby and I are quite liberated and like to experiment, so I guess it was inevitable that other women would be involved at some point. What surprised me was how much I liked it, and how 'bi' I would quickly become.
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Hi, my name is Penny. I'm a happily married woman in my fifties. Australian, but of Greek descent. Tall, dark, tanned, and very voluptuous - and still very sexy (so people tell me). I have large heavy breasts; they are almost, but not quite, as big as my libido, which should be diminishing as I age, but shows no sign of it. I have a good sex life with hubby, but I am finding I have a capacity for more. Much more.
Quite apart from regularly masturbating (jilling) in the shower, or even in my private office at work (sometimes to multiple orgasms) I have lately discovered an unexpected lust for FF sex, and I've been lucky enough to be able to indulge it, with very willing women, and I have only had to pay for it once.
As I said, hubby and I are quite adventurous, sexually. He has always encouraged me to explore my sexuality, to free myself from my strict Greek upbringing and discover the sexual creature that lies within me. Little did he know what he was unleashing!
My first, tentative, experience of lesbian sex was with a woman (a call-girl, sex-worker, hooker, prostitute, whatever you prefer) that my hubby found, who was willing to get involved in FF with me for the small consideration of 300 Australian dollars. This was meant as a treat for me, and him (he intended to just watch) and I was happy to try it, to explore, but I had no idea how this would take hold of me, or that my FF desires would take off so spectacularly.
She was called Kate, and she was gorgeous. Beautiful and athletic, with stunning eyes and perfect breasts, I was bound to be turned on by her - you'd have to be dead not to be - but I was unprepared for just how much the joy of female to female intimacy would bore into my very core. So different to sex with a guy. It was truly addictive. I found I wanted more, and more, and more.
Don't get me wrong, I still enjoy sex with hubby, but this FF stuff... wow, it was intoxicating. I wanted to explore it more, and the more I thought about it, the more my desire grew, but how to indulge it? I wasn't about to pay AU$300 every time I wanted a girl-girl fix, but as it happened, I was very lucky.
A friend of mine, Chrissy, was NOT happily married, in fact she had recently divorced and she was enjoying her new-found freedom. She had done OK out of the divorce and had ended up with a nice house and plenty of money, so she was making the most of life.
Unbeknown to me, and a happy coincidence, was that one of the things she was discovering and exploring was her own lesbian libido. Chrissy is no shrinking violet, and she had somehow formed a group of other like-minded women, who regularly met up for lunch (or, more likely, munch) but the first I knew of this was when Chrissy invited ME to her house for a lunch date.
To be honest, as soon as my FF desires had been awakened by the experience with Kate, I had harboured a fantasy about seducing Chrissy. She was newly on her own, and had always been straight, as far as I knew, but she's always been a liberated, sexual kind of woman, and I suspected that she might be up for some FF exploration. I'd always thought she had sex-appeal (she's curvy and busty, though not quite as voluptuous as me) but I hadn't realised just how much of a girl-crush I had on her, until Kate opened up a whole new vista. It was like the blinds had been lifted, and I was bathed in the sunlight of a new dawn, where all kinds of possibilities were suddenly available to me. I was able to give free rein to my fantasies about Chrissy, and I had some fantastic jilling sessions in the shower, thinking about her, and making lesbian love to her.
But she was way ahead of me! She had been thinking about me in the same way; she knows I'm happily married, but also that hubby and I had sometimes 'swung', and that there had been at least one FF experience. She had been scheming for weeks about drawing me into her little group of ladies who lunch... and other things.
She and I had been good friends for a long time and I had always admired her figure and her full breasts. As I drove over to her place for our lunch date, I found myself wondering what her nipples were like. I've always been an admirer of nipples and had been quite jealous when I was getting changed to go out one night, in the same room as my younger sister Marina and her 19 year old daughter Zena, and I noticed how prominent theirs were. I definitely had a touch of nipple-envy!
Anyway, I wondered about Chrissy's, and what it might be like to suck them (I remembered Kate's had been gorgeous; so firm and crinkled and erect against my tongue) but my imagination didn't stop there. I wondered about her pussy too. I really hoped she would have pubes, and nice lips, like mine, which hubby calls 'an opening flower', and would she be a wet woman? I am lucky enough to still be very wet when aroused, and my wetness was increasing by the second as I imagined Chrissy's wet flower.
I was at a red light, enjoying this reverie when a car behind honked to tell me the light had changed, jolting me back to reality. For the rest of the journey, I tried to concentrate on driving, but images of my imagined version of Chrissy's wet cunt kept drifting through my mind, and I squirmed in the seat as my own pussy began its moist preparation for sex, or a good lubricious jilling.
I had dressed quite sexily for this rendezvous; skirt, white lace bra with a very sheer white top over it, so the lacy pattern showed through, drawing her eye, I hoped, to my tits. I was definitely resolved to have a go at seducing her, but now the moment was upon me, my nerves were jangling. My mouth was dry, and my whole body seemed to be gently vibrating with the potent combination of fear and sexual anticipation as I walked up to her door.
She greeted me with a smile and a peck on the cheek, saying, 'Wow, nice top. That really shows the girls off, doesn't it?' which made me chuckle and gave me a warm feeling of gratification. She had noticed, immediately. My hopes rose.