My Wife's Move From Bi-Curious to Bi-Sexual (Part 1)

If you have read my previous stories, you will know that my wife Carole enjoys sexual activity with another woman, as well as with me. But it was not always so - for a long time it was just a fantasy. I will try to tell here how that fantasy became reality. This first part tries to relate the nature of that fantasy. The second part will relate the conversion. My wife and I have long known the powerful effect of combining sexual conversation with sexual touching, whether as foreplay before fucking, or as an end in itself - mutual masturbation to orgasm. We talk about many forms of sexual activity, reminiscing about early experiences, speculating about people we know, reading accounts of female sexuality in Nancy Friday's books for just a few examples. But a favourite has always been the subject of female/female sex. Like most men, I have always found the idea highly arousing, and have masturbated countless times (both alone and with Carole) to representations both in writing and in pictures and videos, of women pleasuring each other. I was delighted to discover early in our relationship that the idea also fascinated Carole, and that she also thought about it when she masturbated. From there on we found it doubly exciting to talk about it while masturbating each other. An example of Carole's curiosity is the relationship she developed with our next-door neighbour. The couple next door (David and Linda) were a few years younger than us, and we had both moved into newly built houses at the same time. We quickly became friends, going out for meals and drinks together, and the two wives became firm friends. A pattern soon developed where as soon as David and I had left for work, the two girls would get together for morning coffee. One morning Carole went next door, and let herself in by the back door, not seeing Linda through the window. Linda called down from upstairs "Be down in a few minutes, I'm just in the bath." Carole called back "I'll just make the coffee and bring it up." So she did. Carole told me that night what she saw. She told me "Linda was still in the bath, and there was a chair in the bathroom, which I moved next to the bath, and I sat there with her while we drank our coffee. She was quite relaxed about being naked - we had tried on clothes together and seen each other half naked several times. But this was the first time I'd seen her completely naked. I can describe her to you if you want." She then described in detail what Linda's breasts looked like (quite small, but very firm with very attractive light brown nipples) and what her pubic hair looked like. You will understand that we were masturbating each other during this conversation, and that I had to slow her down because I wanted it to last. We both speculated about Linda's cunt and what it would feel like, and that made both of us come. This 'coffee in the bathroom' was unplanned, but both clearly enjoyed it, because it was soon repeated, and became a frequent feature of their friendship. Carole told me that Linda almost always wanted to talk about sex while they shared their coffee. It seemed that she found it easier to discuss sex in those circumstances for some reason. One night I was in bed with Carole, and she was relating that morning's encounter with naked Linda. She said "It's clear that Linda doesn't have a good sex life. David was brought up in a patriarchal family and grew up thinking that sex was something provided for a man's pleasure, and has no concept of it as something to be shared." Linda had said to her "For example, last night when we went to bed, he just announced that he wanted sex. He told me to take off my nightdress, then felt my boobs and fondled my pussy. He put my hand on his dick and asked me to rub it. As soon as he was hard he turned on top of me and just put it in and thrust away briefly until he came. He just rested there a few moments, then pulled out and thanked me and rolled over and went to sleep. Leaving me high and dry." "What did you do?" " I did it myself." "Did you slope off to the bathroom to do it?" "No, certainly not! I waited till he was asleep, then did it right there next to him. He would have loved it if he'd known about it, and I wasn't going to give him that pleasure. He doesn't give me any." "Didn't you wake him up by making the bed move?" "No, I've developed a technique of just gently rubbing the side of my clit. Only my finger tip moves. It takes quite a long time, but the orgasm is worth it when I get there." "Doesn't the orgasm wake him up?" "No, I disguise it by turning over in bed and making myself comfortable. He has no idea. I love that." Linda always wanted to know about our sex life, and was intrigued by Carole's descriptions of our sharing masturbation, porn and sexy conversations. Carole also revealed to me that she frequently came home after these sessions and masturbated thinking about Linda's naked body and their shared sexual revelations. I asked her if she'd ever considered taking it a stage further and trying some kind of sex, instead of just talking about it. But Carole said that that wouldn't happen. She knew that Linda liked talking about it, and probably masturbated after Carole had gone. She'd told Carole that she masturbated frequently because that was the only satisfying sex she had. But Carole sensed that that was all she wanted from her, and an actual move might spoil everything. She told me that she couldn't consider sex with a stranger, it would have to be with a woman who was already a close friend. And she wouldn't spoil a perfectly good friendship by making a move that wasn't reciprocated. So it would probably always remain a fantasy. She pointed out that the fantasy was pretty powerful and worked for both of us. But it almost certainly would never happen for real. But it did. (to be continued)