0 comments/ 34312 views/ 1 favorites A Woman's Decision Ch. 01 By: foxylady1954 I live happily in Queensland, Australia with my little puppy dog. My partner lives in New Zealand and will be coming to live with me in the near future. I recently disclosed my bi-sexual tendencies to him and he encouraged me to explore them, so I created a profile and advertised on the Internet for a female lover. The story of my first time can be found here entitled “My First Woman” Since then, there have been a few adventures……… ******************* A Woman’s Decision: Part one “Are you so bloody stupid and blind that you can’t see she makes a play for you?” Peter yelled at me as he stormed out the door, “Go to hell” I yelled back. Yet again, we’d had another one of our arguments about Paula. I sat back wearily and wondered how had this gotten so out of hand? Peter had always been an insanely jealous man, directing his jealousy at anyone that paid any sort of attention to me, but he was especially jealous of my best friend and confidant Paula. I had always admired Paula, she was a woman in her own right, knew what she wanted to do in her life and got on with it. Sure, Paula had problems in her life, who doesn’t? I thought to myself, but Paula always seemed to come out on top of it all with a smile for everyone. How I wish I were more like her I mused with a sigh. Several months ago, Paula had told me that she was an active bi-sexual, and had been for the previous twelve months or so. Paula’s partner Jack was very supportive in her quest to discover her sexuality, which made her life a lot easier for her. Paula had explained to me that Jack was very much a part of her other life, sometimes he just sits back and watches, other times he takes part, she said it had enhanced their sex life immensely. I had made the big mistake of telling Peter. Oh yes, Peter was fine with watching porn movies with two women making love, looking at magazines of naked women in various positions, threesomes, in fact he is very much like every other man out there, finding it very erotic and getting turned on by it all, but heaven forbid if his wife had a friend that participated in any of that stuff! Fucking whores he calls them. I sat back and started to wonder if Peter was right? Has Paula been making a play for me all this time and I haven’t noticed it? Until today, that is. Wasn’t it Paula’s idea that we went into the lingerie shop and try on some of that stuff? I was looking through the racks of the nightwear selection, seriously considering buying something daring and sexy. Our third anniversary is coming up soon, I thought, this could make for a good night with Peter. I heard Paula behind me saying, “Come with me, I have found some good stuff for us to try on” “Yea ok, let’s see what you’ve found” I replied heading off to the changing rooms with her. “You have got to be joking,” I laughed. Paula was holding up a little black thong with a black bra and, with some coaxing from Paula, I thought, why not? I automatically removed my clothes, including my underwear; Paula had seen me naked before so I wasn’t embarrassed at doing this in front of her. She handed me the thong first, “Hmmm not too sure about having a small piece of material up the crack of my ass” I said, trying to adjust the little piece of sheer material that was covering my bare pussy. Paula never said a word to me as she handed me what I would loosely call a bra. I slipped it on; I was trying to adjust my breasts to fit into the small amount of material as Paula hooked up the back. Standing back a step I looked into the mirror. I was pleasantly surprised with what I saw. There was a small tuft of hair escaping over the top of the thong and the sheer material of the bra just covered my nipples, giving my breasts the appearance of being full and firm again, reminding me of when I was 18. Still looking in the mirror, I glanced over my left shoulder and looked at Paula. Her eyes were transfixed on my pussy, “You right there, you old perv” I laughed, “Why don’t you just shave off that little bit of pussy hair you have there, there is nothing nicer than munching on a cleanly shaved pussy” she said. I could feel myself getting slightly embarrassed at the thought of another woman eyeing up my pussy so, as casually as I could, I just replied with, “I wouldn’t know, would I?” “Ever thought about it?” she asked very casually, “Yea once or twice over the years, especially watching some of those movies that Peter brings home occasionally, but to be honest, I have never thought about it very seriously.” Paula took a few steps closer to me, her hands gently cupping my ass cheeks. Leaving her right hand where it was, her left hand worked forward, around and down to my pussy, down in between my slightly open legs. I just stood there dumbfounded; eyes fixed on the mirror watching her fingers slowly disappear. As she pulled her fingers up again, I felt her fingernail scrape through the sheer material all the way along my pussy lips. She did this several times before she slipped her fingers inside my thong, slowly parting my pussy lips and finding my clit. Very slowly she ran her finger around my hard clit and then down to my very wet opening. Without thinking I opened my legs a little wider to give her fingers more access to my hot cunt. When Paula inserted several fingers, I could feel my inner muscles grab them tightly as she finger fucked me briefly. I rested my head back on her shoulders, turned my face towards her and she kissed me very gently on the lips. This felt wonderful, I was lost in a world of my own enjoying the feeling of Paula’s fingers; the smell of her perfume mixed with the smell of my juices was filling the little cubicle. Time had stopped still for me momentarily, then without warning she removed her fingers. I was jolted back into this world without warning only to see Paula lick her fingers clean of my juices. Paula then whispered in my ear, “Give it some thought, I bet you will love it” and walked out of the dressing room. I just stood there in total disbelief, not at what Paula had done, as nothing she does surprises me anymore, but at myself, and how I had re acted to the touch of another woman and for allowing myself to get so carried away. Peter! Shit! What would he say if he knew what I had just allowed to happen? I saw the dark wet patch on the thong between my legs; my nipples had hardened and were pushing their way through the material. At that moment I actually loved what I was feeling and I knew I wanted more. I removed the underwear knowing I had to buy it now; I couldn’t put a stained pair of panties back on the rack. I paid and met Paula outside. “Sorry love,” she said “I shouldn’t have done that to you, but you looked so bloody sexy in that outfit” I smiled at her and I could feel myself blush, wondering what she would say if I told her how I really felt. Well lady, what now? I thought to myself. Just thinking about today’s events had made me wet again, was it the touch of another woman that had turned me on or was it because she was my best friend Paula? Then there is Peter, how will he react to this? One thing for sure, I was not going to tell him what had happened today, and I know I couldn’t tell him what I was seriously considering doing, or could I? If I went ahead with this, without his consent, was I cheating on him? Or do I keep a secret life apart from my husband? Decisions, decisions, decisions. To be continued……… A Woman's Decision Ch. 02 I live happily with my partner in Queensland, Australia… when I’m not writing; I enjoy my partner’s love, our sex life and the occasional sex with my girlfriends… I hope you enjoy my stories about my fantasies and maybe I’ll tell you about my real adventures… ********** A Woman’s Decision Part Two “I will think about it,” I said to Paula as I hung up the phone. Paula knew Peter was out of town next week on a business trip and she had invited me over for a “Girl’s Night” at her place. Since the incident several weeks ago, I had purposely tried to avoid her. Neither of us had mentioned what had happened and Paula seemed to be the same old Paula, I was the one that had decided to back away a little. I had backed away for several reasons; mainly because it saved a lot of arguments with Peter and I still hadn’t shaken the feelings she had aroused in me in the lingerie shop. Peter and I were going out for our anniversary dinner tonight and I had decided that I would surprise him and wear the underwear I had purchased that day with Paula. I had just stepped out of the shower when I heard Peter walk in the front door, wrapping a towel around myself, I headed to the bedroom to get dressed, “You had better hurry and shower babe, we are running late” I yelled over my shoulder to him. I waited a moment until I heard the water running in the bathroom went to my bottom drawer and retrieved the underwear I had kept hidden from him. As I began dressing, I couldn’t help but to relive those wonderful moments Paula and I had shared, just the thought of her fingers caressing my hot pussy made me wet again. The evening was nice, great food, good wine, Peter was his usual charming self, but yet, I felt as though there was still something missing in my life. Was it the thoughts I had earlier about Paula? I just couldn’t seem to shake the memories running through my head all evening, wondering what it would be like to be with another woman, to be able to run my tongue up and down her velvety slit, find her clit, to be able to tease it with my tongue my fingers, to be able to push my tongue inside her hot pussy and tongue fuck her, taste her when she cums. Oh yes I was curious, very curious. Maybe it is because I am wearing this damn underwear I thought to myself. “You get the port and I will make the coffee,” I said to Peter when we got home later that evening. Peter was all settled in the living room when I entered with the coffee, lights were dim, soft music playing in the background, bottle of port and two glasses on the coffee table. “Mmmm this is nice,” I said as I placed the coffee cups on the table, “I think I’ll make myself a little more comfortable.” Standing in front of Peter I reached up and slowly unzipped the back of my dress, letting it slowly fall down to the floor, taking a step forward I was now right in front of him and I stood there legs slightly apart. Peter ran his hands up and down the insides of my legs, then around to my ass, kneading my ass cheeks. Leaning forward, he began to nuzzle at my wet pussy; I felt his hot tongue through the flimsy material. Wanting more, I opened my legs further for him making the material of my thong disappear, leaving my engorged pussy lips exposed for him to suck and lick. I pulled my breasts out of the cups of my bra; I was massaging them, pulling, pinching and squeezing my nipples all at the same time. Standing there, lost in a world of lust, my pussy drenched and on fire, my clit screaming to be sucked and caressed, my thoughts suddenly returned to Paula. Will she or any other woman be able to make me feel like this? I now knew, I had to find out, with or without Peter’s support. “No honey, we are not going out, it’s just a few drinks at Paula’s” I said to Peter on the phone, “I may even stay the night, depends on how I feel”. As I packed my overnight bag, I felt a little better. I know I hadn’t lied to him, but I hadn’t really told him the truth either, this is something I knew we would have to sort out at a later date. With my overnight bag placed in the spare bedroom, I was now ready to let my hair down and enjoy the company of a few close girlfriends. After several bottles of red wine we were all a little drunk, Vicky, Anne & Katrina all shared a cab home, leaving just Paula and myself. “Let’s open up a bottle of champagne just for us” Paula said in a drunken giggle. She produced a very expensive bottle out of nowhere, or so it seemed to me at the time and I went to the cabinet and took out two champagne flutes. Paula gave the bottle a little shake before she popped the cork, it hit the ceiling with a bang and the precious liquid erupted out like lava in a volcano, not wanting to waste any we hurriedly filled our glasses with the spewing liquid. As I laid back on the sofa with my legs up and outstretched, Paula came and sat on the sofa with me, lifting my legs and resting them on her lap, neither one of us spoke. She started to rub my feet and ankles and I just laid there lapping up the attention I was receiving, somehow, in my slightly intoxicated state, I hadn’t realized she had worked her way up to above my knees and was gently caressing my thighs, her hands working up under my dress, not touching my pussy, always stopping just short. I moved myself down a little further on the sofa, opening my legs wider, giving her all the access she wanted. Without a word being spoken Paula knew what I wanted. Facing me, Paula got onto her knees then reached up under my dress to remove my panties. I lifted my ass to help her then I pulled my dress up over my head, spread my legs wide apart, giving her all the access she wanted. Not caring about the consequences I knew I had to finally experience the feelings that only another woman could give me. Paula parted my pussy lips as she commenced to lick in little circles around my clit, her experienced tongue slowly moving down my whole slit then back up again to my clit. Stopping briefly to insert her tongue into my eager awaiting hole, her tongue continued it’s journey down to my tight asshole, covering it with the juices she had gathered, pushing her tongue inside my ass, my ass had never been tongue fucked like this before and it felt wonderful. Stopping briefly, she reached over and picked up her glass of champagne, poured some of the icy cold liquid over my hard clit, letting it trickle down my hot pussy. The cooling and tingling effect was something I had never experienced before; this nearly sent me over the edge. Her mouth went back to my pussy, taking my clit in her mouth, rolling it around with her tongue, lapping at the cocktail of champagne and pussy juices as she inserted several fingers into my hot and very wet cunt hole. I started playing with my own breasts, squeezing and kneading them, tugging and pulling at my nipples harder and harder as I was approaching my orgasm, “Fuck me, suck me harder” I moaned as I bucked my hips and franticly pushed my pussy hard into Paula’s face, pulling and squeezing harder and harder on my nipples, loving the exquisite pain and pleasure it was giving me at the same time being fucked by Paula’s tongue and fingers. “NOW” I screamed as my orgasm hit, I was totally lost in a world of where pain and pleasure all became one, Paula continued fucking and sucking me, slowly easing off as my orgasm died down. I lay there fully spent, knowing I had made the right decision.