Experience

"44 year old married woman wants to find out what it feels like to have another woman make me cum. Have never had a bisexual or lesbian experience. Not sure how far I am willing to go, but want to try. Want an experienced bisexual or lesbian lady to show me."

I stared at the ad on the personal/contact web site. Did I really write that? For years, my husband has been asking me imagine what another woman's touch would feel like. At first, I was revolted by the idea of sexual contact with another woman. However lately my curiosity has been aroused. I had a very intimate examination by a lady doctor and it made me wet. My pussy juices started to flow and my nipples hardened. She spotted my arousal and backed off. I could not understand why I reacted that way and told my husband that night. While we had routine sex, he suggested that maybe I sub-consciously did want sex with another woman. The doctor is an attractive lady slightly younger than myself. I found myself wondering what the examination would feel like if it went further. I became so aroused and curious that I started to examine myself internally in the shower. With my finger up my cunt, I rubbed my tits imagining it was the doctor. The orgasm hit me very quickly out of nowhere. It made me realise perhaps I did want to try sex with another woman. I surfed the net and found a personal contact site. In preparation, I got myself a new and very private e-mail address and used that in the ad for responses. Then I posted the ad at the top.

For three weeks, nothing happened. Then I received a couple of e-mail responses. One said "Why look for another woman? If your husband can't satisfy you, my 12 inches of black meat will." The other was in the same vein; both went into the delete bin.

Another week went by before I received any more responses. This one was different, but still not quite what I was looking for. "I will teach you to be a fem. Let me dominate and whip you. Butch". Corny and insincere. I did not know whether it was a man or a woman. I was beginning to think that I was not meant to find out about sex between two women when something with real possibilities turned up.

"I know how you feel because I went through the same stages and doubts about my sexuality and wants. I remember the first time I went with another woman and how nervous I was. I am married and bisexual. My husband does not know and I am not interested in three ways. Call me and let's at least meet. Cynthia."

Cynthia, I could not get that name out of my mind. Would she be the one? I doubted enough to avoid calling for the next week. Then one night, instead of fucking me, my husband ran his fingers up and down my pussy and in and out of my hole as I imagined a woman would. I came violently. At that moment, I resolved to contact Cynthia.

I called Cynthia the next morning and we chatted for a while. It turned out she lived only a couple of miles away from me. We agreed to meet for lunch the next day at a small restaurant near where we live. I could not believe what I had done. I had made a date with another woman who I knew to be bisexual and the intention would be to see if we wanted to have sex! My knees were shaking I was so nervous.

My husband did not notice a thing that night, one of the few times I have been grateful for his lack of observation. He left for work the following morning as usual and left me alone in the house. I thought about what I would wear and decided on a simple skirt and blouse. It was a nice summer's day. I had a long hot shower and carefully washed myself all over. Then I applied a hint of perfume and makeup. Just before the appointed hour, I left the house and drove to the restaurant. She had said she would call and reserve a table under the name of Morris. When I went inside, I asked for the table for Morris and was shown to a booth. Nobody else was there. I ordered a Perrier and sat back to wait.

"Jane?" asked a voice. It belonged to a dark haired woman who I guessed was in her thirties. She was quite tall and slender, but not thin. She too wore a skirt and blouse. Her face beamed down at me as she smiled gently.

"Are you Cynthia?" I asked. "Yes," she replied. "Have you been waiting long? How nice to meet you. I am glad I did decide to respond to your ad."

"Sit down," I said.

She sat down opposite me and told me that this was the first time she had ever responded to a personal ad like mine. Within a few minutes, we were chatting away like old friends. I was still quite nervous and I guess it showed. Rubbing my arm gently, she told me to relax. Her touch was warm on my arm and my flesh burned where she had touched me. Oh, I knew then that I would let her touch me. But would I touch her? Would I let her kiss me?

We ate our lunch and chatted about trivial things. After coffee, Cynthia suggested we leave the restaurant and go for a walk. We split the tab between us and left the restaurant.

"I can see you are tense and nervous," she said. "You really have never done anything with a woman before, have you?"

"No, I have never been touched sexually by another woman," I admitted. "However a doctor did examine me recently and I became aroused during the intimate part." I proceeded to tell her how my juices started to flow and my nipples hardened.

Cynthia took my arm and we walked along arm in arm through the park. "I want to teach you," she said when there was nobody else about to overhear us. "Why don't we go back to my house and we can relax together."

"OK, but I don't know how far I will want to go," I said.

"That's OK. We will take it one step at a time. You follow me in your car. The drive is only ten minutes," she said to me.

We walked back to the parking lot and got in our cars. I followed her as she pulled out and she headed into a nice area of town. We turned into a quiet side street and she drove into a driveway. I followed her and parked behind her car. The house was not overly big, but was well kept. The lawn was cut and the flower borders tended.

She escorted me to the front door and opened it. Now I became really nervous and almost bolted. Cynthia saw that I was nervous and did not make any attempt to force me or touch me. We took off our shoes and went into the living room. She was the perfect hostess and brought us drinks and finger foods. I was too nervous to eat anything, besides which I was still full from lunch.

"You are a very attractive woman Jane," she said.

"Thank you, so are you," I replied.

"I suggest we start by me stripping off and masturbating in front of you. If you feel aroused and want to go further we can. If not, then you have had an eyeful of me and no harm done," she said.

"OK," I replied.

She stood up and unbuttoned her blouse. Her bra was revealed and then her belly. She pulled her blouse out of her skirt and took it off. I could see her nipples jutting out. Next she undid her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Cynthia stood there in her bra and panties. Her belly was smooth and taut. Her breasts were smaller than mine, but I could already see that her nipples were bigger. She reached round behind herself and unsnapped her bra. She removed the undergarment revealing her breasts. Her nipples stood out proudly from them. She rubbed and cupped her breasts in her hands and pulled her nipples. She moved her hands down her body and slid one of them inside her panties. I could see the shape of her hand as she rubbed herself. Taking her hand out again, she slowly lowered her panties to the floor and stepped out of them. Naked, she sat back on the couch and caressed her breasts again. Her breathing increased and she started to gyrate her hips. Her right hand moved down towards her pussy. Across her belly, it went lower until it reached her pubic hair. Slowly her legs parted and I could see my first pussy. She lightly stroked her pussy lips and then parting them pushed a finger between.

She stopped and asked me, "What do you feel? Are your nipples hard and tingling? Is your pussy wet?"

My nipples were tingling. My pussy was damp, although not wet.

"Shall I continue?" she asked.

Not trusting my voice, I nodded yes.

Cynthia's hands continued where she had left off. Her left hand joined her first in her pussy as she rubbed it harder and faster. She pushed one finger into her vagina and fucked herself with it. Her moans became louder and her hips bucked more violently. Suddenly with a muffled scream, she went rigid and thrust her pelvis into the air. My nipples were rock hard and I was wet. I was surprised how turned on I felt.

"I have never masturbated like that in front of anyone before," she said.

"Why did you do it now?" I asked.

"I just felt it was the right thing to do. Did you enjoy watching? Did it excite you? How about you masturbating for me?"

Deciding that actions speak louder than words, I stood up and slowly unbuttoned my blouse. I pulled it out of my skirt and took it off. My bra undid at the front; I undid the catch and took it off, exposing my breasts.

"Nice," she commented.

My skirt had an elastic waistband and I lowered it over my hips. Quickly I removed my panties too and sat down naked on the couch opposite her. I started to stroke my nipples and it felt so good. I opened my legs and put my hand down to my pussy. It was wet! I started to stroke it slowly and rub the outer lips. Moving inwards, I rubbed around my vagina and then my clitoris. It felt electric. Closing my eyes, I could imagine it was the doctor touching me. Suddenly, the touching became more real and I opened my eyes. Cynthia had moved and was sitting next to me. Her hand was rubbing my inner thigh and closing on my pussy.

"Imagine I am your doctor," she said. "I am going to give you an intimate examination."

She rubbed my tits and pulled my nipples gently. It was so different from my husband's pawing of them. Cynthia almost worshipped them and made me glow. She moved her hand downwards and rubbing across my bush, stroked my pussy. She gently rubbed up and down the crack and then pushed her fingers between my pussy lips. Her finger found its way into my vagina and she began to "examine" me. My hips were bucking and I was panting. Her fingers increased their tempo and I felt the orgasm building. Like a dam bursting, I gushed out of my pussy, something I had never done before. My orgasm seemed to go on forever. My first from another woman. Slowly I came down as Cynthia stroked my face and hair.

"Wow!" was all I could say.

"Did you like that? Obviously you did, I can see how much you enjoyed having another woman make you cum. Come on, let's go clean up," she said. After picking up all of our clothes, she led me upstairs to her master bathroom. Her shower stall was huge with four nozzles in all.

"I prefer to shower with someone," she said.

She turned on the water and led me into the enclosure. Reaching for a bar of soap, she started to wash my back. It seemed natural for me to wash her back too. Her skin was so soft. I quite simply could not help myself. I reached round from behind her and cupped one of her breasts. It was warm and soft and pliable. The nipple stood out hard as I rubbed it. It rubbed the palm of my hand. Cynthia turned round and took both my hands in hers. She moved her mouth closer and our lips met, just a light brush. Her arms went round me and she gently kissed me again. I was tense and she realised it and let me go.

"Can we get out of the shower now please," I asked.

"Sure," she replied and turned off the water. She stepped out and handed me a clean towel from the closet. I stepped out and wrapped my towel around myself. She wrapped her towel round herself and taking my hand led me into the bedroom.

"Let me dry you," she said. She pulled my towel away from my body and started to dry me. She took her towel off and started to dry herself. I stopped her and taking her towel, started to dry her. I dried everywhere except between her legs and her bum.

Cynthia threw the two towels into the dirty laundry pile and turned round to face me. Naked breast to breast, she took my hands in hers and asked, "You now know what it is like to have another woman make you cum. Are you ready for another woman to make love to you?"

"I think so," I said.

"OK, if there is anything I do that you do not like, say so and we will stop. Is that OK with you?" she said.

"OK, I will tell you if I want you to stop," I replied.

She leaned forward and gently brushed my lips with hers again. Then again and a third time. She opened her lips the fourth time and lingered for a moment before breaking apart again. She put the tip of tongue between her lips and licked them before kissing me yet again. This time, she did not move away and I felt her tongue pushing at my lips. Slowly my mouth opened and her tongue gently probed into my mouth. She was so much softer than any man; no beard to scratch and she tasted so different. Much sweeter and fresher. The kiss became more urgent and she gripped my hands tighter. She let go of my hands and her arms went around me again. She pulled me closer and our breasts touched. I felt her hard nipples against mine and I felt the mass of her breasts press into mine. My hands stole gently round behind her as we kissed deeply.

Cynthia broke away and asked if everything was OK and did I want to continue. I nodded yes and she started to kiss me again. This time, I pushed my tongue into her mouth and she started to suck on it. Her arms went tightly round me and the fronts of our bodies came into contact from head to toe. Her hands moved down to caress my butt cheeks as she pushed her hips forward into mine. My arms went round behind her and I pulled her tighter into me.

Cynthia broke off again and walked over to the bed. She pulled back the sheet and got in. Then she held the sheet up inviting me to join her. My doubts were almost over, but this was a big step and I hesitated for a moment.

"Are you OK?" she asked.

"I think so, just a minute," I said. I looked at her holding up the sheet, inviting me into her bed. I looked at her body, the swell of her hips, her long legs, her bush, her belly, her breasts with their engorged nipples, her face and hair. She was beautiful. Suddenly I wanted to make love to her in the worst possible way.

I moved forward and climbed into bed next to her. She let the sheet drape across me as I lay on my side next to her. Not knowing what to do, I just laid there. Cynthia took the initiative again and kissed me. While we were kissing, she rolled me onto my back and got on top of me. Her breasts pressed down into mine. She broke off the kiss and her mouth moved slowly downwards. She nibbled at my neck, sending me into Goosebumps, and down to my breasts. Gently, she started to suckle me. Her teeth teased one of my nipples and pulled it while her hands caressed the other. Her mouth and hands switched places and then her mouth continued its downward journey. I was about have oral sex performed on me by another woman. Cynthia's mouth travelled down to my navel and then beyond it to my bush. She gently spread my legs and moved down between my thighs. I could feel her breath on my pussy before she made first contact with her mouth. Oh, the feeling! She licked at my vaginal opening, licked the pussy lips, inside the lips and my clitoris. When she gently bit on my clitoris with her teeth, I came immediately. Not just an orgasm, but a monumental cum, a gusher out of my vagina. She put her mouth over my pussy and lapped it up. What an orgasm. My first from another woman's mouth. Now could I reciprocate?

Cynthia moved up from between my legs and lay down beside me. "How was that?" she asked.

"That was the best I have ever had," I replied breathlessly.

We waited for a few minutes to recover and then cuddled again. She did not press me to do anything to her. I moved my hand down between her legs, stroking up and down her thighs. I pushed her onto her back and got up onto my knees. Looking down at her, I pushed her legs apart. I moved my hand down to her pussy and lightly stroked the outer lips. They were wet and opened at my touch revealing her pussy in all its detail. I could see her clitoris, her pee-hole and her vagina. I rubbed around the entrance to her vagina before pushing my finger inside. It was warm and wet. I felt it open as my finger entered and then tighten slightly around it. Moving my finger in and out, I started to fuck her with it. She moaned and said, "Touch my clitty!"

I moved my finger to her clitoris and rubbed it. She moaned more loudly and bucked her hips. I moved between her legs and with the forefinger of my other hand started to fuck her with it while I caressed her clitoris. After a few minutes of this, Cynthia's moans increased in volume and I felt her pussy clamp down on my finger as she came. Now I had made another woman cum.

Cynthia realised my reluctance to perform oral sex on her and did not push me to do it. In the aftermath of our orgasms, we lay side by side on her bed. My fingers smelled of her sex and I could still taste her mouth. After a few minutes, Cynthia got up and taking my hand, pulled me up too. She led me to the bathroom and into the shower for my third bathe of the day. We washed each other all over. She even washed between the cheeks of ass, actually touching my asshole. I did not wash her there, but I did soap her everywhere else, her arms, her legs, her back, her breasts, her belly and between her legs. When we were rinsed off, Cynthia stopped the shower and gave me another clean towel. We dried each other and got dressed. I was surprised to see it was nearly 5:00 and my husband would be home soon. Quickly I said my good-byes and promised to stay in touch. I got home five minutes before he did and, not having prepared supper, suggested we go out. That night, his kisses were rough and his beard scraped my face. His paws mauled my breasts and he was quick and inconsiderate with his touching of my pussy. But his cock felt so good, filling me to capacity. I wished that I could have the best of both worlds, the softness and touch of a woman, but the cock of a man.

That thought stayed with me the next morning after he had left. I surfed the net, not really knowing what to look for, and ended up back at the personal page where I had placed the original ad. Out of curiosity, I went to the toys page and saw what I wanted. A woman wearing a strap-on cock! How I wanted to touch her and be touched by her. I longed for her to thrust her cock into my pussy. I could not buy one because our credit card is shared and my husband would want to know what the transaction was. I decided to try the ad approach again.

"44 year old married woman wants to be fucked by another woman. Have had one bisexual experience. Fill my pussy with your strap-on cock. Bisexual or lesbian ladies call me or e-mail me."