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My Wife's Move From Bi-curious to Bi-sexual (part 2)

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This part tells how Carol moved from curious to actively bi-sexual

In the first part, I gave an example of how Carole felt about another woman, without actually experiencing sexual contact. There were other examples with Linda and with other women, but for now I'll stick to telling how her curiosity was finally satisfied. I made no complaint about the fact that it had remained fantasy rather than fact. After all, I was luckier than a lot of men. Carole masturbates, both with me and alone, and tells me about it when she does it alone. She often thinks about other women when she does it. She reads about female sexuality, looks at pictures of naked women, and watches porn showing female sex. She masturbates me while I watch 'lesbian' porn. Our shared fantasy about her experiencing sex with a woman was very powerful, and I was happy to settle for that. But then, quite unexpectedly, things changed. This is what happened. One night, out of the blue, Carole said, "You know I told you about Holly? Well, I think there may be something there." Holly was the proprietor and sole instructor at a small dance school. Carole had enrolled there because she wanted to learn some new dance styles and because Holly ran an optional keep-fit and exercise module before each dance lesson. "There may be something there" meant that she thought that the chemistry might be there for more than just friendship. A friendship had developed quickly between them - they were about the same age, both were slim and attractive, and they found that they had a lot of shared interests and outlooks. A small difference was that where Carole is fair-haired, Holly had dark, almost black hair.

 

I asked what made her say "There may be something there", and she said that Holly has a break after the lesson, and for the last couple of weeks had invited Carole to have a coffee with her in the little coffee shop next to the dance school. She said that on a couple of occasions Holly had reached over the table and taken Carole's hand between hers during the conversations. She said, "Of course it could be passed off as innocent contact, but she looks hard at me as if trying to gauge my reaction to her touching me. And this morning during the exercise session there was something else. Some of the exercises are done standing, some sitting on the floor, and some lying on our backs. One of the exercises requires us to have both arms and one leg on the floor, and to raise the other leg to vertical, then move it sideways and slowly lower it. It's an all-ladies class, and most of us wear leotards. None of us can see each other lying down, but Holly of course remains standing, walking up and down the rows offering comments and encouragement. But without fail, when our legs are wide apart she always contrives to be standing near my feet.

 

When I'm just wearing a leotard it can't leave much to the imagination. I've caught her looking several times, but she just smiles. Anyway, we may soon see, because there's no class next week. All the schools are on holiday for the week, and most of the young mums will be occupied with their kids. Since we'll miss our coffee break, Holly has asked me to her house for coffee. We both spent time during the next week masturbating while imagining what might happen. Well, it did, but it took a while. This is what happened. TUESDAY Carole went to Holly's house. They had coffee and talked at length about the problems she was having with the landlord of the premises that Holly rented for the dance school. Carole is a good listener, and discussed the problems and offered some solutions. Holly took her through to the kitchen, and turned and said, "I'm so glad I've met you. It's great to be able to share problems with someone who'll listen." The after a pause, "I wish you were mine." Carole took her hands, and said, "If you mean what I think you mean, I am." Holly pulled her closer, and kissed her. And it wasn't just a little friendly kiss. Just at that moment, the doorbell rang. Holly pulled away and went to the door, returning with her sister and her sister's little girl Emmy. She introduced Carole to them and explained that since the children were on holiday she'd decided to come and spend the afternoon with Holly. Carole made her excuses soon after, and left. Holly had come the door with her and said quietly, "Can you come again tomorrow?" and Carole had whispered "Yes." So frustration, but real confirmation that 'there was something there' at last. WEDNESDAY As soon as I got home from work I asked Carole, "Well, what happened?" "Good news and bad news. I'll tell you at bedtime." So when we got to bed, she told me that when she arrived at Holly's house again, Holly came to the door wearing a pareo over a bikini. (It had been a particularly hot day). She led Carole right through the house and out onto a rear patio where there were a couple of sun loungers. Holly discarded the pareo and they settled on the loungers with iced drinks.

 

Holly soon introduced a slightly sexual angle to the conversation by explain that until recently she'd sunbathed there topless, but had become aware that the man who lived in the house whose back faced her had been watching her. "You see those blue curtains over there, well I know he watched me through those half-open curtains. I could see him, and I could see the curtain moving rhythmically. So I knew what he was doing. I don't like the man, and I wasn't going to give him a show, so I put my bikini top back on." A little later, she suggested that they go inside out of the bright sunlight. "I can show you some photos of our holiday in Spain, where I was topless most of the time. You can see what he's been missing."

 

So they went inside and Holly sat in a comfortable armchair while Carole perched on the arm, looking at the photos over her shoulder. Carole said, "Her bikini top was very loose-fitting (deliberate?), and the shoulder strap fell down her arm followed by part of the cup it was supposed to support. In fact, I could see the top half of her nipple from where I was sitting. She made no attempt to cover up, so I moved my left hand from her shoulder, down her upper arm, then gently to the side of her partly-exposed breast. She just made a 'mmmm' sound, so I put my hand right inside and cupped her breast properly. I felt her nipple harden against my palm. I was looking at pictures of her breasts, and feeling one of them. She started to stroke my leg (I was wearing my lightweight white Summer dress) and I moved my other hand across her midriff and then downwards. The bottom half of her bikini was loose-fitting, too, and my hand went easily inside.

 

Just then, the doorbell rang again, and Holly groaned, but jumped up, adjusted her bikini, grabbed her pareo and went to the door. She came back moments later with her sister and niece again. So as soon as I decently could, I left again. As I left Holly said that she had every Tuesday afternoon off, and could we try again then? No school holidays next week." Carole again said, "Yes." She told me that she was both aroused and frustrated, so as soon as she was home she lay on our bed and masturbated to what had happened (and to what hadn't happened). I asked her, "How far did you get?" "Far enough to see that she is a natural brunette. But only visual, I didn't really touch it." So, good news and bad news. We quickly wanked each other to a conclusion, and settled down to wait for six days. THURSDAY When I got home, I went out into the garden to do a couple of jobs (Carole's adventures were on the 'back-burner'). A few minutes later, though, Carole followed me out an watched me for a few moments. Then she said, "I've had a visitor today." "Oh, who was that?" "Holly. She got my address from the dance school records." "What did she come for?" Carole smiled, "About four seconds, I would guess. I'll tell you about it at bedtime." So we had a very early night, and I had a full erection before I got into bed, just from the anticipation.

 

Carole said that Holly had just arrived and announced that she couldn't wait until Tuesday. "And my sister will never find me here." So they simply sat side by side on our long four-seater sofa. They kissed, and soon fondled each other's breasts through their clothes. Carole undid the buttons on Holly's shirt, and Holly put her hands up inside Carole's top. They felt each other through their bras, but almost wordlessly agreed to make themselves more comfortable. They took of their shirts and bras. Carole said, "This was an afternoon of 'firsts'. This was the first time another woman had felt my breasts. We moved quite slowly ('more slowly than with a man'), but eventually our hands were drawn downwards and we rubbed each other gently between the legs through our trousers. Holly's breathing quickened, and I sensed she wanted to move on. So our fingers found the fastenings at the waistbands of our trousers. Our hands went inside, and I could feel her pubic hair and the groove of her pussy through her panties. Both of us felt our excitement growing, and we both pushed our trousers and panties down below our knees so that we could still have our legs apart.

 

Here was another 'first'. I traced the groove of her pussy again, but directly now, and sensed how wet she was. I located the opening, and my finger slipped easily inside. It was the first time I'd felt another woman's cunt. Holly was rubbing my pussy at the same time, concentrating quite expertly on my clitoris. I guess she's rubbed her own quite a lot. Then without warning she put two fingers inside me. Another 'first'. I've had my own fingers inside me, but this was quite different. It was the first time I've had a woman's fingers in my cunt. It felt wonderful - two were a bit of a surprise, but her fingers are smaller than yours. We proceeded to masturbate each other like that, alternating between clit-rubbing, and fingering inside. I knew things were close when she whispered my name, and her pelvis rose rhythmically to meet my hand. I made sure that my finger was inside her so that I could feel the contractions inside her cunt as she went through her orgasm. As soon as she caught her breath, she rubbed me again, and made me come with her fingers inside me (another 'first'). We stayed like that for a while, giggling and talking very intimately. My cock was harder than I could remember it. I'd managed to hold back until the end of the story. And Carole was wet through. She said that it was exciting to see and feel my reaction to her story, and to re-live it herself. We soon masturbated each other to orgasm while she told me again what it felt like to feel the inside of another woman's cunt. So that's how she made the transition to active bi-sexuality. The affair with Holly lasted for two years, and they had sex twice most weeks, usually on Tuesday afternoons and Thursday evenings. She told me about every encounter in detail usually within hours, and sometimes within minutes of them happening. That's a lot of sex, and provided both of us with a lot of masturbation material. If people have enjoyed this account, I can relate some of those encounters in future stories - where they did it, and what they did.

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