3 comments/ 39524 views/ 4 favorites My Coming Out - Another Step By: AtlantaGirl487 I had been looking at the computer screen so intently that I didn't hear my husband enter the room and step up behind me. "Hey Honey, what are you looking at?" I was totally mortified. My face was beet red as I frantically tried to erase the screen. I repeatedly clicked the "back" and "close" buttons but it was no use. The damned computer had chosen that moment to lock up. And, on the screen, was the photo of a semi-nude woman under the caption of "Women Seeking Women"! I was furious; first, at my husband (unfairly), and then at myself, that I had been so stupid as to be caught looking at photos of other women. Gary, though, was totally unconcerned. "Hey, she's pretty hot." I said nothing in reply even though I was a bit relieved that he didn't appear to be too shocked. OK, I have to admit that I had been more than a little curious about the subject of "women being with women" (nothing serious). However, some of the porno movies that Gary had brought home had featured some girl-on-girl scenes as part of the plot (if you can call it a plot!) and those scenes did arouse some curiosity in me. For the past few weeks I had looked at some of the "adult swap" web sites concentrating on the "Women Seeking Women" sections. Now, Gary had caught me dead to rights and I really didn't know what to say. Gary was now looking at me expectantly; waiting for me to say something. There was nothing else to do except to "'fess up". I tried to be nonchalant. "I was just curious, that's all. It's no big deal. I was just messing around." Gary just smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "Hey, like you said, it's no big deal." However, Gary and I have been married a long time. Even though we're certainly not "old married folks", we do know each other very well and we do know when there's something on the other person's mind. We've always been totally honest with each other and this time wasn't going to be any different. I leaned back in my chair, crossed my arms, and began to speak. "Look, since I saw some of the videos with two women together, I just became curious." It was my turn to shrug my shoulders, "I'm not about to go running out with other women. You know that." Again, Gary smiled. For the next hour we talked about a number of things concerning our own sexuality and what it meant in our marriage. Nothing too heavy but it did clarify a few things for both of us. Finally, Gary looked back at the computer screen and then back to me. "Look Honey, you do what you want to do. Whatever you do is fine with me as long as you don't sneak around. For right now, why don't we do this? Since you're just curious about the whole scene, why don't I take a picture of you and you can answer any of the ads that you want to? Your face won't be in the picture and since we've got call-blocking, no one will know who you are. What do you think?" I thought about it and couldn't come up with any negatives about it. I nodded my head and we both went into the bedroom. There was no way that I was going to answer an ad with a photo of me totally naked. Instead, I picked out a white bikini and changed. Gary took five or six quick photos and uploaded them to our computer. We finally selected one in which my body was shown but my face was turned away from the camera. For the next two hours I sat at the computer and reviewed the category that I was interested in. I looked only at women that seemed close to me in age and who were married. I finally selected seven or eight and gave a standard, rather generic, reply to all of them. It didn't take long for the responses to come back. The very next day I had replies to all of my selections with accompanying phone numbers. I picked up my cell phone, took a deep breath, and began punching in numbers. To put it mildly, the results were disappointing. There were a couple of numbers in which no one answered. Of those that did answer, one woman would not speak to me unless her husband talked to me first (to heck with that!), the next woman had an accent that distinctly sounded like "South Georgia trailer park" (along with the sounds of several children running around in the background), and the last woman had a voice that sounded like Lurch in "The Adams Family". I was beginning to get a bit discouraged. However, "plowing ahead", I dialed the next number. This time, a bright, bubbly voice answered and when I identified myself (naturally, not giving my full name) the response was an "Oh gosh, I'm so glad you called!" As we talked, I looked up at the computer screen at her photo. The photo was taken from a distance that made it impossible to tell much about her. In the photo she was wearing short shorts and a halter top. She was also wearing sun glasses and, of all things, a Stetson. I could see that she had short blonde hair and was very petite. However, the verbiage accompanying the photo was really what had caught my attention: "Married woman would like to meet the same. No rednecks please. If your husband is interested, that's fine but he can join in only after we've had our fun." All in all, I couldn't tell much from the photo. Still, I couldn't help but be interested. She (her name was Karen) was obviously intelligent and very easy to talk to. Like me, she had been married for nearly ten years, had no children, and was a professional (physical therapist). We talked for the next hour as if we were old friends and I became very relaxed about the entire situation. Finally, Karen asked, "Uh, would you like to meet for a drink?" There wasn't any hesitation on my part. We agreed to meet the next evening at a restaurant on the north side of Atlanta that had a small, quiet bar. I told Gary about it and showed him Karen's ad. Gary did a double take at the picture and what Karen had written. Now, HE was plainly interested. "Geez, she's really attractive, isn't she?" I shrugged and nodded my head but I couldn't help thinking that his response wasn't totally what I had expected. It wasn't a bad response; I just wasn't expecting it. "Are you still OK with this?" I asked. Gary smiled back at me, "This might be interesting." "That was an understatement", I thought to myself. But, according to plan, when I returned home the next day I quickly showered, changed, and drove over to our agreed upon meeting place. It took me only about 30 minutes to reach the place; pretty good by Atlanta standards. I went in the front door and turned left into the dimly lit bar. In the semi-darkness I couldn't make out anyone who fit Karen's description and began to think that she might have changed her mind. However, then, I heard a feminine voice, "Lisa?" I turned and there she was. I was a bit surprised as she was even shorter than I am. I'm only about 5"2' but she was barely five feet tall. I introduced myself and she said, "I've got us a table in the corner so we can talk. Come on." I followed her between the other tables. It was dark but I could clearly make out her body as we went back to our table. Karen was wearing a white top and a denim skirt that was about mid-thigh in length. I couldn't help but notice that she had very muscular legs that flexed with each step she took in her high heels. Her butt was very small for a woman. I mean, I've always considered myself to be "soft in all the right places" but I'm like almost all other women in that my hips flare out a bit. Not Karen. Her body was very lean all over; very athletic. When we began talking, my guesses about her were confirmed. She was indeed an athlete; in fact, she had gone through college on a four year swimming scholarship at an Atlantic Coast Conference (ACC) University that you would immediately recognize. She casually mentioned that she had done rather well and had even been invited to try out for the U.S. Olympic Team. I was thoroughly impressed and told her so. "Yeah." she said, "Only one thing kept me from making the Team." "What was that?" I asked. "I was too fucking slow." was her reply. A loud laugh shot out of me. I was to find out that this was typical of Karen. Although she was very accomplished at everything she did, she was somewhat self deprecating and had a deliciously wicked sense of humor. And, to hear obscenities like that coming out of this petite blond lady, only doubled the effect. It was impossible not to immediately like her. While we were talking, I studied Karen's face. Although she was my age (mid-30s), she could have probably passed for being seven or eight years younger. She had her blond hair in a "pixie" cut which made her look very young and she wore almost no makeup. Like me, she was tanned, but, as I said, she was very athletic from top to bottom. We talked for several minutes about where we had gone to college, what we doing in our careers, and just things in general. Then the conversation turned to our respective husbands. "So do you have a picture of Gary?" Karen asked. I produced a picture of him and showed it to her. "Hey, very nice", was her response. She then fumbled in her purse and showed me a picture of Doug, her husband. The picture was only from his shoulders up but I could see that he had dark hair and was very handsome. Karen looked into my eyes and asked, "Look, I don't mean to pry but, you know, how do you and Gary get along, you know, in bed? I didn't hesitate. "Absolutely fantastic," I replied. "He's everything that I've ever wanted." Karen nodded. "So how about you and Doug?" I asked. Karen's reply was no less positive. "He's great. He's loving, caring, and everything that any woman could want. He's perfect, except for one thing." She pursed her lips as if thinking how she could explain it, "Doug's problem, if you can call it that, is that he goes on for too long." She saw the puzzlement in my eyes. "I mean, every time we make love, he goes on for an hour or more. I mean, he can hold back forever. I really get the feeling that he thinks he's some kind of fucking porn star. I can't figure it out." Again, I was surprised into a laugh. "A lot of women would like that." I said. "Maybe," she replied. "The only thing I know is that I'm usually satisfied after a few minutes and any more than that makes me sore. I'm not quite sure what to do." As our conversation went on, I realized that I was experiencing something new here: a real friend. Sure, I knew a lot of women both at the church and at my school, but I would never have dreamed of talking about something as personal as my and Gary's sex life. It was a completely new feeling for me. I hoped that it could continue. Still, I just had to ask her, "What does Doug think about you seeing another woman?" "Oh, he's OK with it," was her response. I got the feeling that there was more she wanted to tell me but I didn't push it. She continued, "Now, my turn; what would Gary say if he saw you with another woman?" "Well, he's already seen me with another guy, so I doubt that he'd mind all that much." was my reply. Karen's eyes widened. "What?" was her shocked response. "You mean that you and Gary had a threesome with another guy? I mean, you sweet innocent thing?" We both laughed and I related to her the night we had spent with Mike. She leaned in very close to me as I went into some of the details of how it happened and what had happened on that night. "Oh, my God!" was her frequent response. After I finished, she leaned back slightly and said, "Lisa, honey, there's more to you than meets the eye." I laughed but there was a question on my mind too. In a quiet voice I said, "I have to ask, I have the impression that you've been with a woman before. What happened?" Karen smiled, looked down at the table briefly, and then back at me. "Yeah, I suppose you can say that I've been with a woman before. But, it's been awhile. Come to think of it, a long while." She continued, "The first time was when I was a Freshman in college. I was on the Swim Team and all of us Freshman were assigned a "Big Sister" on the team to guide us along. On my very first road trip, to a swim meet, my "Big Sister" and I were in our hotel room having a bottle of wine." Karen took a deep breath and continued, "I don't know exactly how it started but all of a sudden we began touching each other and one thing just led to another. It was pretty obvious that she had done this before. I had no idea of what was happening, and, because of all the wine, didn't really have a clue. I just knew that it happened and that I hadn't been totally opposed to it." Karen smiled, a bit on the rueful side, and looked at me. "You don't know how screwed up I was from that experience. I had such a case of the guilts. I mean, it really hadn't been all that bad and I was frightened to death that I was "one of THEM." She shook her head and continued, "I must have balled six or seven guys in the next few months, just to convince myself that I was "normal". It took me a long time to come to grips with the whole situation; that there was nothing wrong with me; that I was "normal" and that it had been just something that happened. Now, what's your story?" Now, it was my turn to look down at the table. With a suddenly shaky voice I tried to put into words what I had been feeling for the past few weeks and months. "After I saw those women in the videos, I just couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be with another woman. I know that I love my husband and that we have a great sex life, but, still, I can't help wondering." Karen smiled back at me. "Well, what do you want to do?" she asked. "It's your call and no one else's" I looked down at the table and then back at her. "Well, how would you like to come over to our place on Friday and see what we want to do?" Karen giggled like a schoolgirl. "You know, I think I'd like that. Do you want to give me your address?" I quickly scrawled it down on a cocktail napkin and handed it to her. Karen's eyes widened again. "Oh my God, I don't believe this. We live ten minutes from each other! Doug and I live in the ---- Subdivision!" I shook my head. I drove by the entrance to that subdivision on my way to my school every morning. This was almost too weird. For the next hour we talked about everything under the sun except what we were planning for the following Friday. At last, we stood up to leave. "Hey, you'd better call Gary and let him know you're on your way home." Karen said, adding, "I know that he's close by." I was totally shocked. I hadn't told her anything about that. You see, with all the whack-jobs that populate Atlanta, Gary had followed me in his car and had gone on down to a sports bar that was a little further down the road. "How did you know that Gary was close by?" I asked. "Because I know that Gary is like Doug. And, right now, Doug is down at Jocks N Jills just down the street." I laughed out loud. That was the exact place where Gary was waiting! "Oh my God!" Karen exclaimed, "Wouldn't it be a hoot if they were sitting at the bar together?" We walked out to the parking lot together. When we got to Karen's car, she turned to me and reached out to take my hands in hers, "You know, I'm really looking forward to Friday night." "So am I," was my reply. I meant every word of it. My mind was racing as I made the drive back to our home. I had only been in the house a few minutes when I heard the garage door lift and Gary's car come in. When he entered the room, he smiled and asked, "So, how did it go?" "Fine, she's coming over on Friday night. OK?" His smile became even wider. "Hey, it's OK with me." Something told me that it was more than OK but I didn't say anything else. Whatever was going to happen, would happen. I'd just take things as they came. The next couple of days flew by. Neither Gary nor I said anything else about Karen or Friday. I'm sure that Gary was thinking about it but he said nothing. When I came home Friday afternoon I stopped on the way home and got a bottle of wine (a large one). I knew that I might need a glass or two (or more) if things progressed like I thought they might. I quickly showered and dressed. Since Karen had looked so hot in her short denim skirt, I figured that I would give it a try. At any rate, when Gary got home and walked in, he gave me an appreciative whistle and grinned. He had seen me in the short skirt before and evidently liked what he saw. Shortly after seven we heard Karen's car enter our driveway, followed by her footsteps to our front door. Opening the door, I greeted her and she handed me the bottle of wine that she had thoughtfully picked up on the way over. (As it turned out, the three of us put away both bottles!) As she entered, Gary stepped into the room and Karen eyed him up and down. She extended her hand, smiling and saying, "Gary, I've heard so much about you!" I could tell that Gary was more than impressed. As a matter of fact, he acted a lot like he was being introduced to a movie star and was clearly getting more and more interested. Karen was wearing an even shorter skirt than I had on with a very tight blouse that emphasized her athletic body. She was definitely dressed for the occasion. I opened one of the bottles of wine and we all sat in the living room. Karen and I sat on the couch while Gary sat directly across from us in a chair. Since we were both sitting with our legs crossed, our short skirts leaving very little to the imagination, Good Old Gary was clearly in Pig Heaven. I don't think his eyes ever went above our bust lines! As you can imagine, the atmosphere was more than a little tense. I think that all of us were wondering just what was going to happen. At that point, Karen began to subtly shift the conversation toward more sexy topics, occasionally dropping a double entendre (or two) that left little doubt as to what was on her mind. At first, the conversation was a bit juvenile, like kids in a schoolyard. But, gradually, we could all see where this was headed. "Hey," Gary interjected, "How would guys like to play Bumps and Grinds?" For all of you that may not have heard of it, Bumps and Grinds is a board game in which the players roll dice and, depending upon where their game piece lands, have to do something such as take a drink, take off an item of clothing, or some other stupid thing. "Hey, that sounds like fun!" was Karen's response. We all went into the kitchen and sat down at the table. (Gary was very careful to draw the curtains.) As you can imagine, I was more than a little tentative about the whole thing but, thankfully, the wine had started to kick in and soon I was as ready as Gary and Karen to give it a try. Gary, being the "old horndog", that he sometimes is, seemed to go out of his way to have his game piece fall into a square in which he would have to remove an item of clothing. We had played no more than ten minutes until he was completely down to his under shorts. Then, in his next turn, sure enough, he landed squarely into a "remove item of clothing" area. Karen laughed loudly. "OK, my rule; when someone takes off their last bit of clothes, they have to stand up!" Gary didn't have a bit of a problem with that. Standing up, he peeled his under shorts off and "posed" before Karen and I. Karen looked appreciatively at his appendage. "Hey, Lisa", she laughed, "I can see why you always have a smile on your face!" We all laughed. Well, Gary is well hung and I could see that he was starting to get more excited. His member was definitely getting thicker and was starting to protrude away from his body. Gary sat down and Karen and I continued to roll the dice. By that time, both of us were down to our bras and panties and definitely beginning to feel the effects of the wine. Finally, my game piece landed on an area that demanded that I take off an item of my clothing. I hesitated for a split second and unhooked the back of my bra and let it slip down. My Coming Out - Another Step "Oh Lisa," giggled Karen, "You must be really cold." I let out my own giggle and looked down. My nipples were as hard as could be. Maybe I was a bit cold but I was also getting excited. And, Karen could tell it. As she rolled the dice she looked at me. "Whoops, looks like it's my turn!" I don't think that she had really landed on the square that demanded this but I was either too drunk or wasn't paying attention. No matter. Karen quickly unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor. Karen's breasts were definitely not big but they were perfectly shaped. If there was any such thing as "swimmer's breasts", Karen definitely had them. They were obviously tight and firm and her nipples were every bit as erect as mine were. By now, even with the wine, I was a little bit nervous. Look, I had seen other women naked before. Gary and I had been to nude beaches in Europe and had been to "naturalist" parks (such as Paradise Lakes and Lake Como down in Florida) a few times. So, I was not at all embarrassed by looking at (or being seen by) another woman. However, this was definitely different. This time it was a woman that I was going to, well, do something that I had never done before and it was more than a little intimidating. The room had become very quiet. Karen and I were looking at each other and Gary was looking at both of us. I rolled the dice and, sure enough, I landed on a square that would demand that I remove my final item of clothing. "OK!" Karen laughed, "You know the rules!" I giggled and got to my feet. I hooked my thumbs under the waist band of my panties and quickly jerked them down to my ankles. When I straightened up, Karen laughed again, "Oh Lisa, you have a "landing strip!" I giggled again. It was true. Although I had always kept my public hair closely cropped (beginning in college), the last three years I had completely shaved leaving only a narrow strip of hair. Gary loves the look and even takes on the "chore" of shaving me from time to time (to tell the truth, he does a pretty good job!) Although my head was spinning, I continued standing with my hands on my hips as both Gary and Karen looked at me. Finally, Karen laughed and said, "I win! Well, I guess I don't want to be the only one with clothes on." Giggling furiously, she stood up and turned her back to us. She was wearing only a thong and I thought Gary's eyes were going to bug out of his head. I have to admit that Karen's butt is really something to behold. It's on the small side; doesn't flare out like most women's (including mine) but is unbelievably curvy and tremendously tight; just as you'd imagine a swimmer's butt to be. Impressed? You bet I was. Karen bent over and pushed the thong past her ankles to the floor. As she bent over, the muscles in her legs flexed. No doubt about it, she may have been on the petite side, but this woman was really in shape. Looking back over her shoulder at Gary she giggled again and, putting both her hands over her crotch she turned around. "Oh, Gary," she said with mock concern, "I'm not really sure that I should show this to you, but, well, OK." Suddenly, she threw her hands into the air with a laughing, "Ta DA!" Karen's pubic area was completely, totally, 100% void of any hair. With her petite stature and pixie hair cut, she looked more like a giggly teenager than the 32 year old that she really was. Her vulva was so bare that it almost shined in the florescent lighting of the kitchen. Have I mentioned that, at times, my husband acts like a complete idiot? Well, this time he was really outdoing himself. His eyes were totally locked on Karen's bare crotch and, no lie; he was acting as if he had never seen a woman's vagina in his entire life. What an idiot! Karen was obviously enjoying Gary's attention. She took two steps to where Gary was sitting and putting one hand on his shoulder put the other on her hip and began talking to me. "Yeah, I used to shave but then a couple of years ago I found this little Brazilian place down in Buckhead and I've been waxing ever since." She continued prattling on and on about her wax jobs but I knew that she wasn't doing anything but putting on a show for Gary. For his part, his eyes (and nose) were only about 12 inches from Karen's crotch and I don't think he would have noticed if our house had caught fire. After teasing Gary for a few more seconds, Karen finally turned to me and said, "You know, it's a bit cold in here. Can we go someplace where it's a little warmer?" Although my head was still spinning (for which I was grateful!) I knew what she meant. I nodded my head and got to my feet. Karen took my hand and said, "Lead the way." We walked from the kitchen to the stairwell leading up to the bedroom. I looked over my shoulder to see Gary following us like a little boy. However, the erection that he clearly had was definitely not something that belonged to a little boy! Going into the bedroom, Karen looked around from the bed to the large overstuffed chair that we have in the corner. Turning to Gary, she said with a smile, "Why don't you sit down and let Lisa and I get acquainted?" Gary visibly gulped, "Oh, sure, fine." Still holding my hand, Karen led me over to the bed and we sat down close to each other. Although our shoulders were touching, neither of us did anything until Karen reached her hand over and gently touched my hair. "Oh God Lisa, you have such beautiful long hair. I wish I had hair like yours." She leaned over and gently kissed my neck. I shivered from her touch. Again, I was grateful for the effects of the wine. Karen's hand left my hair and slowly moved around to the middle of my back. Her other hand gently cupped one of my breasts while one of her fingers brushed against the nipple. Her touch was driving me crazy! My eyes had been shut; I opened them to find her face directly in front of mine. She gently, almost imperceptibly, brushed her lips against mine. I again closed my eyes. This time her lips stayed against mine; first lightly, then firmly. I moaned softly, slightly opening my mouth and feeling the tip of her tongue against mine. Guys, don't get jealous, but there's definitely something different between the touch of a woman and that of a man. I'm not going to say it's better; just different, and I was enjoying that difference with Karen's every movement. She tenderly moved me until I was in the middle of the bed and pushed my shoulders backward until I was stretched out. She continued to kiss me and stroke my breasts. I was feeling so great that, without really noticing it, I began to arch my back and push my hips up. Her hand then left my breasts and moved almost maddeningly slow down my belly and then up against my crotch. I suppose that one thing about a woman is that she doesn't need any geography lessons when it comes to another woman's body; at least Karen didn't. I had no sooner spread my legs wider when I felt the tips of her fingers opening me and beginning to caress my clit. I couldn't hold it inside; I moaned loudly. Of course, I had been touched "down there" countless numbers of times but never like this. My head was rolling back and forth and my hips began to flex up and down. Without missing a beat, Karen continued her "torture" of my clit, this time while kissing and gently sucking on my nipples. My moans had become even louder. Now, Karen's lips moved down my torso and her hands briefly left me as she positioned herself between my legs. I lifted my head briefly to see the top of her blond head. At that point I felt the indescribable touch of her soft tongue as it gently circled my clit; almost, but not quite touching it. Suddenly, Karen's tongue left and was replaced by her soft lips which gently but firmly encircled my now protruding love button. That did it; the gates were open, and I lost any semblance of control. I screamed at the top of my lungs, "Oh, My God, Karen!!!!!!! Karen!!!!!! Karen!!!!!!" My orgasm continued with each wave being more intense than the last. I held her head with both of my hands while my hips continued their rocking back and forth. Finally, the waves subsided and I regained enough control to look down at her. She gave my clit one more tender kiss and began moving back up my still shaking body. Reaching my face, we shared a passionate kiss. Then another. Then several more. Finally, Karen spoke, "Hey, you OK?" I smiled and nodded my head. Rolling over, I now positioned myself over Karen. She looked up at me; in the light, she looked almost angelic. I gently touched her face and kissed her. She had really "rocked my boat" and, although I really didn't know what to do, I still wanted to show my gratitude. I continued to kiss her and began to caress her breasts, in the same manner that she had done with me. She clearly welcomed it as she now became the object of my affection. She closed her eyes and began to arch her back as my hand traveled down her belly into her crotch. I looked down and could see that her smooth, almost baby-like vulva was dripping wet. I couldn't help but think that maybe I was a novice but she was still loving it. I was determined to make her like it even more. I have to admit that, without the wine, I might not have had the nerve to go on with it but I didn't hesitate. Borrowing on Karen's technique, I gently positioned myself so that I was now above Karen and between her legs. She helped me along by spreading her legs wide and giving me a small push downward. I stopped briefly at her breasts, gently licking and sucking the hard nipples. She moaned her appreciation and then, again, gave my shoulders a slight push. With both hands I pushed myself down Karen's body, kissing her belly the entire way. Finally, I was "there". It was now my own moment of truth. Well, it was I who had wondered about this and there would be no backing out. I reached back and pushed my long hair back to the other side. Karen spread her legs even wider in preparation for me. For a few seconds, I gazed at Karen's glistening vulva. Although I had seen plenty of porno movies that provided the "loving close-ups", none of them had been THIS close. I gently parted Karen's labia and now saw her little clit seemingly erect and impatient for my attention. I tried to remember what Karen had done and, again, attempted to repeat her technique. I must have been pretty successful as Karen now began to moan and whimper, almost like a little girl. This gave me some confidence so I now began to lick and suck the little button with increasing speed and pressure. It didn't take long for Karen to respond. With surprising strength, she grabbed my head with both of her hands and screamed, "That's It!!!! That's It!!!! Yeah Lisa!, Go!, Go!, That's It!!!!" To tell you the truth, I didn't have much choice. Karen's hands had forced me into the position where I had only to flick my tongue back and forth on and around her now, totally stiff clit. Her hips came completely off the bed but that didn't ease her grip on my head. There was nothing to do except to totally give in and let her manipulate her body (and mine) in any way she chose. At last her body stopped its movements and her grip on my head relaxed. She was drawing her breaths in quick shallow gasps and whimpering softly; again, like a little girl. I used my hands and pushed myself up until my face was even with hers. Now, it was my turn, "Karen, are you OK?" Karen chuckled, "Yeah, I'm plenty OK." We put our arms around each other and gently kissed. Suddenly, Karen pulled slightly away from me. "Hmm, hey, didn't we come in here with somebody?" I pulled away from Karen and looked over to the chair. Honestly, I had completely forgotten about Gary! He was sitting there with a slightly strange look on his face, his hands tightly gripping the arms of the chair. However, it was very apparent that he had enjoyed the show as he had an absolutely gigantic erection. It was jerking back and forth so quickly that for a moment I actually thought that he was going to have his orgasm right then and there. Karen pushed herself up on both elbows and looked at Gary. Her little girl demeanor was now gone and the casual attitude that she had displayed in the kitchen was now coming back. She turned to me and said, "Lisa, why don't you shove over to the other side a little bit?" I did as she asked and Karen then turned her attention back to Gary. "Hey honey, why don't you come over here?" Gary looked as though he didn't know what to think but he did exactly as Karen asked. He came to the edge of the bed and looked down at her; his hands at his side but his big erection still jerking back and forth. Lisa pushed herself further on to the bed and casually spread her legs. "My God, wouldn't you like me to help you with that?" The look on Gary's face was priceless. Karen didn't let up for a moment, "Wouldn't you be more comfortable down here?" With two or three quick steps, Gary crossed the distance between the chair and the bed and knelt between Karen's legs. Karen quickly took charge of the situation, "Just come here, OK baby?" Gary bent down to kiss her and, without hesitating, Karen reached down between them and grasped Gary's stiff member. "Just wait, Baby. Just wait." Karen now positioned not only herself but Gary to a point where Gary was supporting himself on his hands and knees. With her legs outspread and high in the air, she pulled Gary's cock to where the swollen head was touching her clit. Then, she gently began to massage her clit with her newly found "personal vibrator". "Oh yeah, Baby. Oh yeah. Just let me do it." I have to admit, I was totally fascinated. First of all, this was the first time that I had ever witnessed (in the flesh, so to speak) two people getting it on. Second, with all my experience, I had never used a guy's cock as a tool with which to masturbate. Hey, I'm just as imaginative as the next girl but I honestly had never thought to do it with Gary or anyone else. Karen and Gary did make a pretty hot couple. Gary had his eyes firmly closed while Karen moved his cock, first in tiny circles, then up and down across her clit. As he told me later, he was trying to concentrate on not coming but it was getting more and more difficult. Karen wasn't making it any easier, "Yeah Baby. Yeah Baby. Almost. Almost." Karen's breathing became louder and more shallow as her hand now quickly moved Gary's cock across not only her clit but the lips of her vagina. I could see her trim hips now moving up and down. She was close to the brink and pushing both she and Gary even closer. Suddenly, she pushed Gary's cock downward and positioned it firmly against her labia while pushing her hips up. "Now Baby! NOW! NOW!" With one quick lunge, Gary pushed his entire length inside here. Karen shrieked, "Oh yes! YES! YES!" She wrapped her legs around his mid section and locked her ankles just above his butt, "Don't stop! Give it to me!" Gary seemed only too happy to comply. What would be the correct word to describe Karen? A "tiger" or "tigress"? I'm not sure but Karen was definitely all that and even more. She thrust her hips upward in a way that I hadn't even seen in the porno movies. At times, her hips were completely off the bed as she moaned loudly, urging Gary on. Suddenly, she unwrapped her legs and, putting her feet on the bed, pushed upward completely lifting Gary and supporting virtually all his weight. I was totally stunned. In the pale light I could see Karen's thigh and calf muscles bulging as she flexed her hips up and down. I could only think, "This woman is an athlete, in bed and out." I could only shake my head. To describe her as "high energy" really didn't do her justice. She was really something else! Then I saw her body stiffen as her legs shot up, "Oh Yeah, Oh YEAH!" Her toes curled so tightly that they almost disappeared. No doubt about it; my dear husband was really ringing her bell. Karen's wild movements were really taking their toll on Gary. I know that he was trying to hold back his orgasm but that it was impossible with this little dynamo under him. He gasped, "Slower, Slower, I can't hold back!" Karen was having nothing to do with that. Again wrapping her legs around him, she shrieked, "No, DAMMIT! DON'T YOU HOLD BACK! DON'T YOU HOLD BACK! GIVE IT TO ME!" Gary didn't have a chance. I could see his buttocks tighten as he thrust forward with every bit of his remaining energy. "Oh, God! Oh, Damn!" he repeated over and over. Finally he slumped and almost collapsed his total weight on Karen. She continued slowly grinding her hips upward but finally came to a stop. Gary was gasping as if he had just run a marathon. Finally, both of them stopped their movements. Gary was totally spent. His head rested limply on the bed. After a minute he moved slightly, as if to get up. "No Baby," ordered Karen, "Don't you dare pull it out. I'll tell you when." Somehow, Gary had no problem in obeying her. After a few seconds Karen looked over at me. I really didn't know what to say at that point but Karen didn't miss a beat. With her arms and legs still around Gary, she smiled and said, "Hey Lisa, thanks for the loaner." All three of us erupted into laughter as she and Gary slowly separated. Gary returned to the chair and seemed to collapse in it more than sit down. There was do doubt that Karen had really given him a workout. His cock hung limply, still shiny from both his and Karen's fluids. For the next hour the three of us talked. It was an extremely relaxed conversation; I think all of us were pleased with the way that the evening had gone. Eventually, Karen looked over at me and said, "Well, how would you like to meet Doug?" I smiled back at her and nodded. Then I looked over at Gary. With mock concern, he shot back at both of us, "Oh No! I forbid it! I'd get jealous!" Again, all of us burst into laughter. After what had just happened, the very idea of jealousy was totally hilarious. After a few minutes, things became a bit quiet. Finally, Karen spoke up and smiled at both of us, "You guys are really great. This was one great evening and I am so glad that I met you." The feeling was totally mutual. Karen stood up and extended her hands; one to me and the other to Gary, "I think that I'd better head for home." I went over to our closet and retrieved both my and Gary's robes as Karen dressed. "Hey Lisa," Karen said with a loud stage whisper, "You wouldn't have a hand towel I could borrow, do you? I'll make sure that I return it." I was a bit puzzled but then the light bulb finally went on. "Oh, no problem." I laughed. I went into our linen closet and extended the hand towel to her. Karen lifted her skirt, pulled out the waistband of her tiny thong and pushed the towel between her legs. She looked over at Gary and shook her head, "Hasn't your wife taught you not to make a mess?" Once again, all of us started to laugh. Karen then took her cell phone out of her purse and said, "Just a minute, I want to call Doug." She turned to the phone, "Hey honey, how you doing? I'm on my way home." She suddenly giggled and, looking at us, turned back to the phone, "Yeah, it was great; no, it was fantastic. I'll be there in ten minutes." Putting the phone back into her purse, she raised her eyebrows and looked back at us. There was absolutely no doubt what she was going to be doing when she returned to her home. We all walked slowly to the front door; Karen tightly holding our hands. Before stepping to the door, Karen turned to Gary and kissed him deeply. "See you later, Baby," She said. Turning to me, she ran her hand gently through my hair and kissed me, briefly brushing her tongue against mine. "You're really great, you know that?" she whispered. I smiled back at her, "See you next week." She opened the door and stepped out. For a few brief moments we watched her tight little butt sashay out the walk and get into her car. Suddenly, Gary shut and locked the door and in one motion pushed his hand behind me, lifting the back of my robe and roughly grabbing my butt cheeks. At the same time, he put his other arm around me and kissed me passionately. I didn't hesitate. Putting my arms around him, I returned his kiss pressing my body against his. My Coming Out - Another Step "Uh, Oh," I thought, "He's in one of his 'Caveman' moods." OK, let me explain. From the time that Gary and I began dating (and screwing) I found that, from time to time, Gary just seems to get into a "mood" (for want of a better word). And, when he gets into that "mood", he has one and only one thing on his mind, and that is to get between my legs as quickly as he possible can. I suppose that this can be explained as just "horniness" but, I guess, in the long run it really doesn't matter. When he's in that mood, he wants it and he wants it NOW. I don't know what triggers it and again, in the long run, it doesn't matter. He's going to take what he wants and that's all there is to it. For my part, I've never really minded this. I've always liked men who know what they want and aren't shy about taking it (within reason, of course). I suppose there are some women that will put a man off if they're "not in the mood" but, with my husband, I would never do that. It's not that I'm his "property" or anything like that but, I've always believed that if a woman keeps pulling her "not in the mood" act too often, her husband is going to start looking elsewhere. So maybe I wasn't 100% "in the mood" after Karen left but that didn't mean that I couldn't still have some fun. I let my hands go down Gary's body stopping them only when they came to his hips. I firmly pulled them even closer to me. Gary pulled away from me slightly and with his hand tightly holding my butt cheeks began leading me back to the bedroom. One of fingers worked its way between them and began to penetrate my "back door". I squealed softly and, glancing down, saw the large protrusion that was beginning to form in the front of Gary's robe. No doubt about it; he was definitely "horned up"! Getting to the edge of the bed, Gary turned me around and opened the front of my robe. Without taking it off, he ran his hands down and then back and forth across my breasts. "You're gorgeous, gorgeous, honey," he breathed. His hands went down to my crotch. Looking down, I could see the head of his cock poking through the front of his robe. I quickly grabbed the sides of his robe and ripped it open. His erection sprang into full view and I grasped it with one hand while cupping his balls with the other. That was all the foreplay that Gary was interested in. Roughly pushing me back on to the bed, he lifted me by my hips and pushed me back until I was squarely in the middle. He didn't bother to take either my or his robe off. He was totally focused on what he wanted to do to me. He grabbed my legs and spreading them wide, put them on his shoulders. He then seized my hands and pulled them high above my head and pinned them to the bed with one hand. Looking down, I saw his other hand fumbling for his cock. For a brief instant, he rubbed the head against my labia but then, with one almost savage move, he buried his tool deep inside me. I could only cry out, "Oh God, Gary!" Very deliberately, Gary shifted his knees closer to me and brought his other hand up, now pining my hands to the bed even tighter. Beginning slowly, and almost tentatively, he moved his big cock back and forth inside me. I was totally submissive to his power and both of us knew it. Suddenly his thrusts became harder and deeper. The only sounds that could be heard were the loud slap of his torso against my hips; each slap punctuated by my helpless shrieks, "Oh God! Gary! Gary!" Since Gary had come only about an hour before, I knew that he was going to last much longer than he had with Karen and that was fine with me. I wanted him; I mean I REALLY wanted him and wanted for him to go as long as he wished. Another thing I realized was that I wasn't going to have an orgasm and that was fine with me. Let me explain something. Most times, I am more than ready to get off but there are other times when I enjoy laying back and let Gary do his thing. It's funny but sometimes I can experience more when I do this; I mean, when I'm not into my own orgasm, I can get the true feeling of Gary being between my legs, the feeling of his cock inside me and little things like the feeling of his balls slapping up against my behind. Silly? Well, maybe to some people but not to me. Tonight, I was really getting into my feelings of powerlessness. I was totally enjoying the feelings of my complete surrender; my hands being rendered useless; my legs totally spread and accepting and the rough relentless thrusting of Gary's great cock. Yes, I was completely helpless and acquiescent but I was surrendering to a man that I truly loved. God, it was absolutely FANTASTIC! Gary must have ravaged me for a good twenty minutes. Thank God for the thick walls of our house. I'm surprised that the entire neighborhood didn't hear me. Finally, came the ultimate acceptance; I felt Gary's body shudder and heard his gasp, "Yeah, Damn! YEAH! I felt the jerks of his cock, each punctuated by a gasp; one, two, then, finally, the third. Gary's grip on my hands relaxed and I wriggled them free and wrapped my arms around his neck. Neither one of us spoke for the rest of the night. We didn't have to. Gary slowed pulled out of me and let my legs slip off his shoulders down to the bed. Reaching over, he pulled the comforter over both of us and laid back. Within a minute, he was totally unconscious. I sat up in bed for a minute and watched his face for awhile as he slept. It had been a heck of an evening. First with Karen, then watching Karen and my husband, and finally, an utterly delicious session with my husband. I thought back to what Karen and I had done. It certainly had been different; well, it had been both different and good. Still, I knew that, between being with a woman and being with a man, there is no contest. I'm too much into men (and my husband) to ever have any desire to permanently "go over to the other side." Strange? I don't think so. We're all sexual creatures and I'm no different from anyone else. Everyone has to go his (or her) own way and do what they can to get the most out of their lives. I'm just lucky enough to have a husband that takes that journey with me.