I sometimes wonder about the value of marriage. Is it like money? Money is only valuable as long as someone will give you something in return for it. In the same way, marriage is only meaningful if you enjoy the give and take. I wish that after ten years of marriage, that I had an answer. I know the answer would be a big seller and then I would have all the money I ever need.
I digress; this story is not about money, but about how I took a chance to open up my world to new pleasures. Before I get farther into the story it seems I forgot to tell you my name. My name is Stacey.
You see, my husband and I were more than a bit stale as far as the sex department. It actually was to the point to where he got to cum but I never had a chance. I would jack him off then he would go to sleep, which was no fun for me at all. It was another freaking chore to be honest. It was one of those things unspoken agreements. He actually thought I didn't like sex. He had no idea I was a wild horny woman...though mostly in my head.
I had decided a few years back that I was bisexual. I figured it out over the years, because I was as easily turned on by perky breasts as I was by a handsome male face. I accepted that about myself, though until now I have never revealed it to anyone. I actually have found out a lot about myself over the last few years but that is neither here nor there, just a fact.
My favorite fantasy is about watching a woman push a huge pink dildo in her snatch. I love that thought, it always makes me soaking wet. The more she is enjoying it, the more I just want to watch. I even have used that fantasy the few times that I tried to have sex with my husband.
I decided we needed a big change to turn up the heat in the bedroom and maybe in our lives. I am a believer that one step in any direction can make a difference in other areas. For example: my finding out I was bisexual help me to see gay people differently. It was a chain reaction.
My desire to have a threesome took me online to find someone who would have the most interest in being my husband and myself. It turns out there are all kinds of places and groups involved in swinging, couple swapping, women swapping and the like. I was surprised there were so many options.
It took me days to go through all the sites. I wanted a middle aged woman with perky full tits. I didn't care if she was Black, White, Asian or otherwise. Yes, I am a tit girl. I like them full and perky I don't care if they are real or not, I just know I would like an over flowing hand full to play with and suck.
I finally found three different women to interview. The one woman had seemed shy online and she was soft spoken on the phone. She was a divorcee named Anna. I made the appointment to meet with her first because she seemed the most promising.
My husband had no idea what I was up to, but I had been meeting with a friend for a while in the mornings for coffee so to him it was all the same. He didn't care where I went or what I did as long as the car was back in time for him to use for work.
I chose to go an unfamiliar location with the intention that I wouldn't see anyone that I knew. I walked in to find that Anna was already in the coffee shop. She was average height with flaming red hair on the picture I had seen which made it easy to find her at the café.
I stopped to order a coffee about the time she turned around to look for me. I gave a slight wave; she nodded in return then turned back around to wait. I am a person who likes the smell of coffee more than the actual taste of coffee. I stopped again to add copious amounts of cream and sugar to my beverage before going to sit down.
“Hi, I'm Stacey,” I said as I reached out my chestnut colored hand across the table to take her creamy tan one.
She looked Hispanic on closer inspection. What I liked about her outfit was that she wore a buttoned front top that was almost totally sheer under her cardigan sweater. She smiled at me after I sat down. She knew that perky tits were a requirement to spend time with me
No one was sitting in the area of the coffee shop near us, luckily. She unbuttoned her shirt and moved back her bra to show me the smooth round breast. I tried to be calm but it was perfect. I know I sound obsessed but sometimes ...well, I’m not sure how to explain it. You just like what you like. After a few seconds she looked up at me. I nodded, took a few sips of my coffee then crossed my legs. She disappeared into the rest room.
I was new to the whole “being with women” situation I wandered if she only had to go do her business and not that she wanted me to join her. I chewed on my lip as I recalled that one beautiful tit in my head. I smiled to myself I knew she had a matching one under that sheer blouse.
The restroom wasn't far from the table and it was set in a corridor. I happened to turn in that direction to find she was standing there looking at me. I thought something was wrong. I am so naive at times! I walked toward her with concern on my face.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
She smiled before she pulled me into the bathroom with her. She pushed me against the door then kissed me hard on the mouth. She had undone the buttons on her top. I was suddenly enlightened as I reached for those perky breasts. They were on full show for me. I caressed them and looked at her face after she pulled away.
My mission was to find someone for both my husband and myself not to just get off with anyone. I pulled myself together.
“I think we may have had a miscommunication.”
She shrugged, “Well, if you don't like how I work with you, then how is your husband going to know that you like me?”
She had a point about that issue.
“Yeah, I guess that makes sense, but not here, this isn't the type of situation I want,” I insisted, as I watched her face crumble while she pulled her clothes back on.
I felt sorry for her as I reached for the toilet paper roll to hand her a tissue then caressed her arm. She seemed overly emotional like she was one big nerve ending. I was looking for a new adventure not someone needy. I let her down easily.
“Let's finish our coffee okay?”
She shook her head. She was embarrassed, I'm sure.
“We can go shopping or something I don’t have many friend in the area,” I said cheerily.
She seemed to perk up at my suggestion. I would definitely have to make sure my other two potential friends knew what I wanted to the tee.
The second person I met, Bridget, was a bit more on the dyke side then I knew my husband would ever accept. She was definitely more male than female. She had a swagger and overly short hair but she did have some killer dimples and nice tits. She was luckily, amiable about the situation and we hugged as she left our appointment. I could only shake my head as I considered my last option was going to meet me at my house. What had I been thinking?
Two nights later at ten o'clock I steadied myself before I looked out the peep hole at my house.