If I had a menu to select the elements for a perfect day for my pool party, I couldn't have been more pleased. The sun was out, a cooling breeze caressed the smiling faces of everyone in attendance. There were children running and splashing anyone close to the edge of the pool. The adults were busy making new friends and taking in the sights of those around them. Some were walking around with drinks, the men trying their best to hide that roll of spare tire growing larger and larger as the day went along.
I was so pleased.
My name is Sandi, (not actually) and my husband, I'll call him Hubs, and I have been involved in what we call, "the lifestyle," for about four or five years. We have a website, and it centers around our love of each other and the freedom to explore our sexual fantasies. These fantasies usually revolve around someone's imagination. But occasionally we cast off imagination, and let it all hang out by inviting, in our case, another man to have and afternoon or nighttime tryst with me in all my naked glory. My husband is normally always present, and he videos the hot action. But strange as it may seem, he has no need to participate until we are together, alone.
I have been doing bathing suit modeling part-time, and that brings in a buck or two. Hubs likes to bounce quarters off my tight, skinny ass, but I prefer testicles bouncing off my clit.
There's one more thing you need know... I have never been with a woman. Oh, well once we were at a club to see what all the fuss was about. A woman at the party went down on me. It was okay for a moment, but then her very undesirable husband got involved. At that point I told my Hubs, very loudly to" get me the hell out of there". My anxiety jumped up and bit me in the ass and I was having trouble dealing with what just happened. I actually had trouble breathing. It scared me.
Now, let's get back to the pool party. I had met some of the people that were subscribers to my web site and when a very attractive redhead, named Nina, took up residence on the lounger beside me, we began a very normal conversation. We visited a while and discussed the mundane activities of a family in the burbs of Texas. We talked about things like who did our boob jobs, and what were they stuffed with. Most importantly, what was the Doctor's name. Without much lead in, she wanted to know how we got into the lifestyle. She told me that she and her husband had talked about the dangers they might face, but they weren't sure about the benefits. We talked for a long time about how our being in the lifestyle had opened so many new doors to us and our friends. Surprisingly, I felt a chemistry growing between us as we talked.
Then came the next surprise. She wanted to know what it was like to be with another woman. Suddenly, breathing was beginning to get deeper. That nasty old "A" word was trying to get back into my life.
Her smile had been almost hypnotizing during our conversation, but now I found myself on the defensive. What's that line men like to use... "grow some balls?" Okay, face it.... After fighting off the demon, "Anxiety" I told her the same story I just revealed about my only experience.
I excused myself for a few minutes to help Hubs round up towels, glasses and biding almost all our guests a good night. I walked back out to the pool, and she was still seated, now looking up at a darkening sky.
When I returned with another drink for the two of us. She greeted me with a question I was not prepared to hear. "Would you meet with me sometime and we can find out together?"
"I...I...I would be willing to meet you and we can talk." As I was saying those words, I could feel my body tingle. I had been scanning her body all afternoon. Her breasts were similar to mine, and her thighs were more than just inviting. These are things that men drool over...not me. But I was, and I found it tempting to say, yes.
When I told her I had to talk it over with Hubs, she looked disappointed. I grinned and said, "It'll be just you and I; I promise."
The very next morning I was greeted with an email asking for a day and time we could meet for lunch. We sent messages back and forth when finally, it was decided we would have lunch at a Dallas hotel near both of our homes. Hubs was quick to point out, "It's just lunch."
I thought it would be best if I used Uber to get me to our meeting. I thought I was early, but Nina was waiting for me. Both surprised and pleased, we went through the normal greeting, but as we broke apart, I noticed she squeezed just a little tighter than I was accustomed.
She was beautiful. I thought I had gone too far in the clothing department, but I was right on with my choices. It was as though our minds were thinking as one. Neither one of us could take our eyes off the other.
The conversation went smoothly. She asked more questions about the lifestyle. And I answered with all the authority I could, under the circumstances.
After picking at our salads till she ran out of questions. We were just staring at each other. There was an uncomfortable pause, we both broke out laughing. That's when she told me she had a room, and wanted to know if I would go up with her. I sat silent, I must have been sending a mental signal or maybe I was just smiling. I don't remember. But she reached for my hand. I didn't resist.
Here I am, a longtime proponent of the lifestyle, and I felt the same butterflies I felt the first time I kissed a man, not my Hubs.
The elevator ride seemed as though it would never end, but when we stepped out onto the tenth floor, I was ready for whatever it was this day was going to bring. We were caught up in a forced conversation of joking and falsely disguising our real objective. We watched the green light flash on the door. It opened to a bright world of sparkling beauty. We went in and when the door closed behind us, I felt her hand on my shoulder.
