Robins Travels Pt 02

Hello, this is Robin. I share this forum with my husband Jeff. Up to now we have written stories about our lives as subs to another couple.

I spent a large part of my life traveling for business. Stories under the title Robins Travels will be about those travels and experience

First, a little about me. As i write this I am a sixty-three year old, still very sexually active, bi woman. When this adventure started I was a 35 year old straight housewife and business consultant with a loving husband. When 35, I was at about 125 pounds, today 140. I am still 5 foot 7 inches tall of course. Some things have moved around a bit, what were 36 Cs are now 38 Ds. I was, I thought, a perfect 36-24-39 now I'm a perfect 38-28-42. At the beginning I had black hair everywhere, now gray, almost white, hair and only on my head. I am gifted with green eyes.

This took place when I was about 40. Where is not important but it happened when I visited my sister who was having back surgery.

My sister Mary and I were twins. Not identical twins at all, but simply born within minutes of each other. We were so physically different that as children we were often kidded about having different fathers. The truth is that long after Dad died and Mom was getting along in years she admitted to us that we were born nine months after a party at which she had sex with multiple men including our father. When we asked what she meant by multiple men she smiled and said: "Let's just say I don't remember after the fourth." At that time Mary and I were home celebrating our 22nd birthday with mom. We were experienced enough to not judge her.

As high school ended Mary and I talked about sex a lot. It was during one of those conversations, home on break from college, that she told me that her roommate had kissed her and touched her under her sweater. I listened carefully. Mary would soon be 20 and was only now experiencing another woman. She said it was very different, very soft and gentle. She told me she was not "gay" but she loved it and would do it again. I remember looking at her and saying: "Show me."

She hesitated, then moved closer and kissed me. It was just a lips on lips kiss but it was electric and led to more. During her second or third kiss Mary slid her hands up my tee shirt and touched my breasts through my bra and then up my back and unhooked my bra. She then pulled my tee up over my head and my bra went with it.

I was on my back on the bed and she was over me and I pulled her tee shirt over her head and then unhooked her bra. There was something unforgettable about Mary putting her nipples against mine. That first time we kissed and hugged and rubbed breasts with our hands and breast against breast a lot but nothing more.

It took years and lots of experience with men, but eventually Mary and I became lovers. I remember my first real orgasm except for masturbation, was in fact the first time Mary went down on me and her tongue touched my clit. No one had ever gone down on me until then.

The last time I was with Mary was more than a year ago while I was visiting. Early one morning, hearing her husband Mike leave for work, I got up to get coffee. Mary was not up. I grabbed a cup and headed into the living room to catch the news on TV. Not two steps out of the kitchen Mary called out and asked if I was up. I went into the bedroom and she pulled back the covers inviting me in. I climbed in and gave her a good morning kiss on the forehead. I reached in and took one of her breasts in my hand. Mary cuddled closer and said: "Oh, I have missed you so much". When I moved my hand down she grabbed it and said: "No, no, no, Mike was just down there and I'm sure he left behind a big mess.

I remember saying only: "Oh yum" as I threw back the covers and went down on her. I'm sure I am an exception but there is nothing as erotic as the smell and taste of a recently fucked woman.

Mary and I had stayed close over the years and I wanted to be there for this surgery. I arrived on Wednesday, two days before the procedure. Mary had back problems for years but the last six months were very bad and required surgery to hopefully end the nerve pain.

Marys husband Mike picked me up at the airport and we went to their house and planned to visit Mary in the evening at the hospital. Mike was a nice guy. A hot looking man about my age. He was a fitness enthusiast and it showed. Now if only he was not my sisters husband.

Mike reintroduced me to their guest room and we grabbed a pizza on the way to the hospital

We visited Mary that evening. We talked about many things and ended on a happy upbeat note. She would be fine. Mike left the room for a moment and Mary handed me an envelope and told me to read it later when I was alone.

Mike and I went back to their house and Mike gave me towels if I wanted to shower. He said he was beat, would shower, hit the sack and see me in the morning. I left my room door open so when he finished his shower i took the chance and took one myself. When I left my room I saw his door was open about a foot giving him a great view of the hall. Always a tease, I was sure to make some noise as I left the bathroom. Sure enough the towel I was wearing came undone and fell off as I walked past his room. I stopped faced away from his door and bent at the waist to pick it up.

I was in my room thinking what a tease I was when I remembered the note. I put on a tee shirt a thong and went into the living room to read it.

The note was short and to the point. Mary said how much she loved me and appreciated my being there. She then went on to say how much she regretted not being able to please Mike for such a long time.

She then said that she wanted to give each of us something for standing by her and had decided to give us each other.

I read the note again and was thinking about it when I looked up and saw Mike standing there. He asked if it was Marys note. I told him it was and asked him if he knew what it said. He said yes, Mary had talked to him about it. I asked him what he thought about it. He came over and sat next to me on the couch and told me that he loved us both and that would not change no matter what we decided.

I thanked him and told him i needed time to think.

We went to bed.

At 2:00 am I left the guest room naked and went into their bedroom and climbed into bed with him. He took me in his arms and said: "I was hoping this is what you would decide." We kissed very very hesitantly.