My mom and dad divorced when I was young, and the subsequent guys that my mom dated and/or married were less than ideal. A therapist would probably blame that lack of a stable father figure as what led me to become sexually active at a young age and jump from one boyfriend to another. Either way, I figured out that most guys simply wanted the hole between my legs, and I quickly discovered that opening it would allow me to receive the male attention that I sought so desperately. I didn’t see myself as a slut, but my reputation around school may have been different.
Dealing with that sexual past of mine was a challenge for the guy who would later become my husband because – when he met me – he was still a virgin. I was shocked at first, but I enjoyed the atypical challenge of having to work at seducing him; most guys jumped inside my pants the minute that I gave them the green light, but he was different. However, he only lasted about a month before I won. From that first night that he slipped his dick inside a place it’d never been before, his cock was the only one that entered my pussy for seven faithful years … until I met Enzo, the produce manager at our local grocery store who broke that streak. And then so did Dan the contractor who worked on our bathroom. And then Rob from the pest control company. Fuck, I was becoming a cock slut again.
Some people have questioned why (or how) I could stay married to my husband when I started cheating so willingly. The truth is that I do love my husband – he’s a really sweet guy, and we have a great family life together. I married him for his kindness, his intelligence, and his likeability – qualities that continue to this day. Through no fault of his own, though, I just never found him physically attractive. He’s actually pretty good in bed, but too many times I’ve had to close my eyes and picture someone else (like Matt Damon). I never intended to be unfaithful to him, but once I opened that door, I discovered an insatiable outlet for my pent-up desires.
Despite all of my infidelities, though, there was one line that I hadn’t crossed: I’d never shared my lady parts with someone of the same sex. In fact, I had for years been openly repulsed by the sight of two girls making out, and I was always uncomfortable with scenes of female nudity in movies. I often blamed my aversion on being scarred by a childhood experience when a similarly-aged neighbor girl had touched me. Looking back on it now, though, maybe my discomfort actually came from not knowing how to handle the reality that I had knowingly kissed and fondled her back.
Either way, about two years ago, my perspective was completely upended.
Her name was Nicole. She was a recent college graduate, about eight years younger than me. I first met her at a work-related training, and we instantly hit it off. She was just entering the field; I had been working in it for 10 years. She had fresh insights that I appreciated; I had expertise that made her view me as a mentor.
A group of us ladies that worked in the same field got together about once a month – usually at a Panera or something like that – to connect, learn from each other, and vent. When I first met Nicole, I invited her to join our group, and she wound up coming faithfully every time we arranged a meeting.
She was so beautiful and had such a great personality, that I couldn’t even keep myself from telling my husband about this new friend that I was making. She was the picture-perfect college cutie: about the same height as me (short); wavy shoulder-length blonde hair that was always styled amazingly; tastefully-done makeup that accentuated her features yet didn’t hide her natural beauty; a fit body with impressive assets. My husband always joked that I noticed other girls’ boobs more than he did; well, Nicole was no exception.
On a particularly hot August day, Nicole called me a few hours before our next scheduled group chat to ask me for a ride since her car was at the dealership. I said that was no problem, took down her address, and said I’d pick her up around 6 pm.
Nicole was waiting outside when I arrived outside her apartment complex, and we chatted casually on the short drive to the bar. We were breaking from our usual meeting spots because it was the birthday of one of the ladies in our group. Usually, our meetings were a mix of socialization and professional development; this one was almost exclusively the former and involved quite a bit of drinking.
I don’t often drink, but once I get going, I get drunk easily. By the time that we needed to leave, I was not in a great condition to drive. Nicole offered to drive me back to her apartment to give me time to sober up before I drove myself the rest of the way home. I told her that I couldn’t stay long because my husband might start to get worried, but I took her up on her offer.
I didn’t know what to make of it at the time, but looking back on it now, there was a weird sexual tension in the car on the way back to her place. Maybe sitting in the passenger seat reminded me of all the times that some boy was driving me somewhere with the expectation that he’d get lucky. Maybe the alcohol made me appreciate Nicole’s laugh and beautiful face in an unexpected way. Either way, by the time we reached her place, I willingly put my hand in hers as she led me to the front door and up the stairs to her apartment.
Once inside, she invited me to crash on her couch. It was super comfortable. I joked I could easily fall asleep there. She said that’d be totally fine with her. I reminded her that I had to get home to my husband, though. I still remember her pouty response: “That’s too bad.”
I peered down the hallway to what I assumed was her bedroom. We had never broached the subject of whether she was dating anyone. I teasingly asked her if there was anyone hiding in there.
She laughed. Oh, her laugh was (and is) so captivating. She told me no, that she was presently single, and added that she was always open for a good time.
Gesturing to the ring on my finger, she asked what it was like to be married. Perhaps loosened by the alcohol in my system, I laughed and confessed that I too was still always open for a good time.
To this day, I can still picture the look on her face. “Oh really?” Her question was part curiosity, but it also seemed like she was very intrigued.
I’m not sure why, but I wound up spilling the details of my most recent infidelities with Dan the contractor. Dan was an older guy, probably in his 50s, but his body was ripped and he knew how to use his tool. I was pretty sure he screwed every housewife he came across, but I didn’t really care. The sex was hot and fast and amazing and we almost broke our kitchen table one time. Unfortunately, he finished the job in about a week and had to move on to his next project. And, probably, his next pussy.
I started feeling like a slut, so I put the focus back on Nicole and asked what kind of crazy sexcapades she’d had recently. With her age and her looks, I was expecting some wild story of hookup sex with some incredibly hot guy at a club or something. What she actually told me, though, was so much wilder.
Nicole laughed and drawled out her answer: “Welllll … the reason my last boyfriend broke up with me is that he caught me with his sister.”
I was shocked and confused and embarrassed and suddenly super uncomfortable. I’m pretty sure I stammered out something intelligent like, “Huh?”
Nicole just winked at me. “You know. Only a woman really knows how to please another woman.”
I was stunned. I stood up from the couch (wobbly) and announced rather awkwardly that I should probably get going. Nicole saw through my bumbling excuse and asked if her disclosure had made me uncomfortable.
I stood frozen in the middle of her living room and admitted that it had. Nicole smiled – such a beautiful smile – and assured me that she didn’t mean to make me feel uneasy.
For some reason, while my mind said ‘get out the door ASAP’, my body said ‘give her a hug goodbye’ – and my body won. The moment that I felt her arms wrap around me and her firm breasts press into mine, I remember groaning inwardly at the foolishness of that decision – and yet, I stayed in her embrace. Even when I felt ready to leave, and tried to pull away, she didn’t budge. Instead, with her arms still wrapped around my lower back, she just stared deeply into my eyes. There was a fire in her eyes that scared me and attracted me at the same time.
“Nicole??” I remember whispering. My heart was beating so fast.
“Madison, I think you are absolutely beautiful,” she whispered back.
Before I could say anything else, she leaned toward me, closed her eyes, and touched her lips to mine. It was less than a second, but her kiss ignited a fire that traveled through my entire body. I felt a warmth that I’d never felt before. There was an undeniable quivering between my legs.
It made me do something I never would’ve imagined in a million years. As if having an out-of-body experience, I leaned my face forward, closed my own eyes, and passionately kissed her back. I didn’t leave her lips. She kissed me harder. I opened my mouth. She inserted her tongue. I met it with mine.
Her hands went behind my head, holding me in place for an incredibly electric French kiss that lasted longer than any I’d ever experienced before. I wasn’t typically much for kissing, but I wanted to stay lost in her mouth forever.
I didn’t notice it at first, but her hand wandered underneath the back of my shirt and made its way up to the clasp of my bra. I squeezed my shoulder blades together to make it easier for her to undo it, and she immediately succeeded. I felt the weight of my breasts dropping as they were suddenly released to freedom.
She was experienced at this. I was not. Without me being fully conscious of how she did it, I soon found myself in her embrace wearing nothing but my panties. She had stripped me almost completely naked and I had offered no resistance. I was like putty in her hands.
It was at that moment that she stepped back from me, quickly sizing me up from head to toe. She smiled seductively and asked if I had ever been with a woman before.
“No,” I stammered, suddenly feeling quite vulnerable.
“Would you like to?” Nicole asked me.
Once again, my mind said no, but my body was screaming yes. I stayed silent, caught between those two competing forces. Perhaps sensing my hesitation, Nicole asked if I wanted her to take her clothes off – to level the playing field, she said. I nodded.
She had been wearing an off-white loose-fitting button-down shirt. She took her time undoing each button. It was a fucking striptease, and I was stunned by how desperate I was for her to hurry up. After her shirt came off, it was her pants. Her thin lacy set of yellow bra and panties that emerged were suddenly the most alluring thing I had ever seen.
“For the next part, you need to follow me into the bedroom,” she told me, and she promptly walked out of the room. I followed behind her like a hungry puppy, completely under her control.
As we entered the room, she discarded her bra and turned around. Her gorgeous young breasts, unaltered by motherhood as mine were, were sitting perfectly high on her smooth chest. She stepped toward me and we quickly reunited in passionate kissing. I was overwhelmed by the warmth of her flesh pressing against mine.
I felt her hand start moving toward my panties, and I subtly separated my waist from hers to give her access. I was so wet, and so horny, and so desperate to be touched, I no longer cared what gender controlled that hand.
Nicole murmured approval into my mouth as she noticed my willingness. For the first time as a grown woman, a set of female fingers not my own slid tenderly along the edges of my slit. I groaned my aroused satisfaction.
Just as Nicole had said, I very quickly discovered the benefits of being with another woman who instinctively knows how best to touch another woman. I shed my panties without Nicole even asking. I wanted to discover more things. More urgently, I wanted her to discover me.
“On the bed,” she told me – firmly, but not aggressively. I obeyed.
“Spread your legs,” she told me. I obeyed – until I saw her crawling onto the bed in between them, face-first.
I remember gasping, “Wait, what are you doing?!?” My husband loved eating me out, and he actually did a pretty good job of it, but it usually took me a while to warm up to him. I typically clenched my legs when he tried to go down there too quickly, and I did the same to Nicole.
However, she grabbed my thighs with her hands and pushed them apart just enough to plant a kiss near my swollen clit. I instantly discovered how much a woman’s lips, and the lack of a beard, felt so amazingly different and wonderful on my pussy. When she pushed forward again, I opened up a little more to let her have the bare minimum of access.
She licked me. She fucking licked my pussy and it felt so fucking incredible. Her tongue was like velvet. I moaned, I ran my fingers through her soft blonde hair, and I spread my legs wider.
From that point forward, there was no more resistance. A woman – and one that I had only known for a few months, for that matter – was eating my pussy, and I was in erotic bliss. I groaned, I said her name, I contorted my body to push my waist into her greedy mouth.
I was moments away from her bringing me to an orgasm when she startled me by pulling away. “Why did you stop???” I was so fucking desperate to cum.
Nicole just smiled at me. “I want to try something else with you. It will bring us closer together.”
She climbed off the bed – still wearing her sexy little yellow thong – and walked over to her nightstand. What she pulled out of the drawer was something I had never seen before. I’d seen pictures of dildos, but I had never actually owned one – I suppose that my pussy had always been too busy being filled by cocks to have need of a substitute! The thing that Nicole was holding in her hand looked like dildos I had seen, except it was significantly longer – and it was tapered at both ends?? I was confused.
Nicole wagged the long purple wand in my face and accurately interpreted my confusion. “I’m guessing you’ve never used one of these before?”
“Um, no.” I was nervous but also intrigued. As long as it was something that would help finish me off, I was up for it.
“One end goes in your pussy,” Nicole told me. “And then I stick the other end in mine. And then we fuck each other.” She giggled as she said that last bit.
“What?!?” I had never heard of such a thing.
Nicole didn’t respond – she just slid one end into her mouth and started sucking on it. I had given plenty of blow jobs in my life, but it was weird to watch another woman give one to a fake cock. At the same time, I noticed that it also kind of turned me on.
I assumed she was lubricating it before sticking it in me, and I was right. She eventually pulled it out of her precious mouth and started lining it up with my exposed pussy. Although I was beyond horny, I started to worry that she would try to shove it in too fast. Or perhaps even go too slow. But once again, her approach was perfect.
I watched in stunned amazement as that double dildo slowly disappeared, inch by inch, into my apparently naïve pussy. I was pleasantly surprised at how good it felt and how gratifyingly it filled up my aching tunnel.
I found that I wasn’t the only one watching my pussy swallow up this long dildo. I glanced up to notice that Nicole’s eyes were also fixed on the spot where it was vanishing. For some reason, it emboldened me to address her with newfound sexual confidence: “So, when do you climb on the other end of this thing?”
Nicole happily received my invitation. She tugged her panties down over her curvaceous hips and exposed herself to me. Unlike me, she surprisingly didn’t shave everything. Her patch of dark pubic hair partially disguised her pussy lips from my sight – but not for long.
Sitting down on the bed with her ass in between my outstretched legs, she curled her feet under my thighs and slowly shimmied herself toward me. It was then that I caught my first view of a pussy not my own. Her bright pink folds were shining with wetness. My heart was pounding out of my chest as her crotch inched closer toward mine.
Nicole wasted no time in grabbing me to pull herself toward me while lining up her pussy lips at the other end of the dildo. Holding my thigh with one hand and the dildo with the other, she slowly coaxed herself onto it. It was an intoxicating view, watching that thing disappear into her. I gasped aloud as I experienced the unexpected side effect of it pushing deeper into me.
As if a switch had turned on, instincts took over. We started rhythmically fucking each other with a perfection that I wouldn’t have thought possible. It was sex, but like nothing I’d experienced before. Instead of a big hairy man on top of me, it was a gorgeous woman laying across from me. Her breasts swayed beautifully as we thrusted into each other, and I quickly fell in love with the look of sheer ecstasy on her face.
We started talking to each other. It felt like the natural thing to do. She asked a real question, but without killing the mood. “So, what do you think?”
I moaned loudly. “Fuck yes – Nicole, you …” I couldn’t finish my sentence. I felt an orgasm building. It was long overdue. Even if I couldn’t believe how it was happening.
“What, baby?” Her tone was sweet. Sensual. Erotic.
“You’re gonna make me cum,” I panted.
I didn’t last much longer after that – and when it happened, I nearly blacked out, the pleasure was so intense. She kept fucking me and soon announced that she was cumming too. I closed my eyes and listened to the arousing sounds of her orgasmic cries. I was hooked.
Laying there in the sweaty aftermath, as if my orgasm had cleared my mind, I suddenly remembered that I needed to get home to my husband. I reluctantly detached myself from the dildo as I verbalized that to Nicole. She looked disappointed but understood. I immediately felt bad that I was leaving so quickly, so I walked over to give her a kiss.
I didn’t end up leaving until after we had both fingered each other to second orgasms. It was incredible. I was deliriously high. I was consumed with lust. Nicole had made me bi.