The most important thing that your readers have to know is that my husband and I have a marriage that is totally built on honesty and trust. I realize that's what everybody strives for, but by some miracle Bill and I have somehow found the right formula.
So it was that from early on in our marriage we began to discuss our thoughts and feelings about others. In turn, that led to fantasizing in bed with each other, painting scenarios of our having sex with some hot friends and co-workers.
Most importantly, as our two children grew up, our fantasies evolved into even wilder thoughts, at first only occasionally including them and later, as Bobby and Julie approached their teen years, we were totally into them with our nightly flights of our imagination. Indeed, it seemed as if on any given night, we always had a pair of either one or the other kid's panties or jockeys or both in bed with us, so that one of us could massage the garment into the nose of the other.
That we never acted on any of these fantasies until Rosemary, was probably only because we didn't try to restrict each other from extramarital things. I know that sounds strange but we were both perfectly content that we had the other's permission. We were satisfied having sex with others simply through our nightly verbalizing to each other of our fantasies. This whole scene seemed to keep our sex activities energized. It also made each of us very aware that we were both sexual perverts, of the nice kind! With our nightly games of verbalizing while we played with each other and ourselves, it soon became apparent that we were both very open to sex and I think that we both actually hoped that the other would look for sex from another, male or female; though I don't think that either of us really thought the other would truly allow the fantasies about the kids to become an actuality.
I'm not sure what prompted us to cross the line of fantasy to reality; possibly it was because things were getting a little stale and the excitement of the real thing was something that we both were craving, but whatever the reason, once we stepped over that line it was BIG TIME!
You have to admit that we lasted a long time in not acting out any of our fantasies. Indeed we didn't stray outside our marital bed until our kids were almost teens. Bobby was 12 and Julie 11 by the time that I had my first encounter with our next door neighbor.
Rosemary was an astonishing looking girl; so beautiful that she actually seemed out of place to actually be a neighbor; looking more as if she should be a model. She was a statuesque 5'11" black woman with pitch black hair, usually crowned with small braids decorated with beads, held up by a slender neck. The 22-year-old wonder had very dark brown eyes, almost black, large sensuous lips and a body made in heaven. Her skin color was a light cocoa brown color. Not only did this girl have the perfect hourglass shape but she had outstanding breasts (36C) to compliment her figure. Breasts that, strangely enough, have a feature that each girl in this revelation has; myself included: Hard protruding nipples! If I sound envious or her you'll know why when I later describe myself.
My neighbor had moved in over four years ago as a newlywed. Within two years, she and her doctor-husband had split up, leaving her with the house. About six months after that Bill and I couldn't help but notice that the only friends that we saw Rosemary with were all girls. Occasionally, we would notice hand-holding or an arm around a waist, and a couple of times we caught a little kiss between her and a friend.
Rosemary worked in town and I mostly got to see her on weekends during the summer months, in our back yard. She was an overly friendly type and we were as close as neighbors could be without actually calling ourselves friends.
It was in the spring of my seduction that I not only felt for sure that this beauty was into girls, but it was becoming more and more obvious with each of our meetings that she wanted to experience my tiny body. At first, she just seemed to be staring a little bit more intently into my eyes as we talked. Then I felt that she was actually trying to charm me, while at the same time I could sense her eyes wandering about my body. Soon, I had fallen into this same mode and I was looking at her as I had never looked at any woman before.
Hints were dropped by each of us. She picked up on mine and usually threw a comment back which would indicate that she would be willing, but I could never get up the nerve to actually say anything that would confirm my willingness; simply because I wasn't sure that I was willing.
It was on a hot August day that I knew for sure in my head that I was going to cross that line, though the actual day was a month away. I was kneeling at my flower garden when my neighbor came out of her back door and moved back out towards where I was. It was rare for Rosemary to sunbathe in her yard, but on this Saturday she came out in a bikini; every bit as hot as the July sun.
I actually caught my breath at the sight of her walking with the gait of a model. Beautiful smooth black skin barely covered by those two tiny pieces. Her breasts looked so awesome and my eyes were riveted to those damned nipples pushing through the bra cups.
She and I exchanged pleasantries and I know that she realized my 'infatuation' or whatever it might have been. I was smitten with the looks of this black beauty. Soon, she lay on her outdoor lounge chair, and stretched out. For the next few hours I was in and out of the yard. Each time I was outside, my eyes never failed to stray to that body.
I noticed that my husband also seemed to come outdoors a lot more than was his usual way; always with a lame excuse and always with eyes flashing over to our neighbor. A couple of times he shook his head at me as if to say, "Can you believe THAT?"
That night in bed, Rosemary was the only topic of our sex talk. We had fantasized about her in the past, but that was almost always with Bill making love to her. It was over a year since I first voiced my suspicions to him that she was a lesbian. Maybe it was because she was so beautiful, but he never seemed to even accept that possibility.
Now, in the dimly lit bedroom, as we lay naked together, we were talking about her. He had just said, "God Moll, every time I was out there, I couldn't stop from looking. That girl has to have the most perfect ass that I have ever seen. I swear that if I could she would be the first girl that I'd be unfaithful to you for. I'd love to run my tongue up in the crack of that beautiful ass and I swear that I'd lap into her asshole."
Between his words, describing what he wanted to do with Rosemary, and my thoughts of putting myself in the place that he described, I know I was wet. I put my hand down between my legs and started to rub within that moisture.
"Mmmmm, me too," I whispered, which seemed to take my husband by surprise.
He rolled toward me and moved his own hand down over mine and assisted. Tonight he apparently wanted to get into my fantasy, Rosemary had him that far gone.
"You'd do it too, Moll ... your tongue up that sweet ass, licking at that brown hole, making her moan..."
His fingers took over from mine as I rolled beneath him and the heat and the fantasy and all of the years of fantasizing finally came to a head. I knew that this didn't have to be a dream. Rosemary would have me if I would have her.
"Nnngg, yeah Bill I want to, I'm -- I will -- Sweetheart, I'm going to do it with her. I'm going to eat her out, have her cum in my mouth so I can taste those juices. Ohhhhhh, yeah, Bill, Bill, yeah Sweetheart rub, nnng, Oh Honey, I'm going to have her fuck me too!!!!"
I'm sure at that point the whole picture was vividly displayed in his head and I think that he somehow knew what I was saying would soon be coming a reality. His fingers were plunging into me, simulating a cock, and spasms erupted within me as I pictured that black pussy before me. I ate it!!! And soaked his frantic fingers.
I had made a decision. If Rosemary would have me, I would dare to have my first bi-sexual encounter. Yet, at that point I wasn't 100% sure that she was a lesbian. Sure everything pointed to that, but it was never actually confirmed.
Early on the following morning, the clouds rolled overhead and the sky opened up. No hope to catch her outside soaking up the sun, yet I was suddenly determined to move forward, albeit nervously.
Bobby and Julie were in the living room watching cartoons and Bill was still sleeping as I finished my second cup of coffee. I had thought it over long enough, time to stop procrastinating. I took a deep breath, stood up from the chair and looked in on the kids. Was my mind playing tricks because I was in such a mental state or did I actually catch Bobby looking up his sister's crotch as he sat on the floor by the couch where she was sitting?
My mind was so consumed with wanting to go over to Rosemary's house that when Bobby immediately stood and sat in the nearby rocker, I immediately dismissed what I thought I had seen.
"I'm going next door to see Rosemary for a while. If your father wakes up, let him know. I'll be back in a little while."
"Okay mommy," Bobby responded. Julie continued looking at the TV as if she hadn't heard me.
Those next few hours with my gorgeous neighbor were the start of four consecutive weekends that I visited her. I almost felt the fool because it was soon pretty obvious that she was playing a cat and mouse game with me. There wasn't any more doubt in my mind as to her being a lesbian. I would have suspected that she would have been the predator, but strangely enough, just the opposite was happening.
I guess, upon thinking about it, it kind of made sense. After all, lesbian or not, Rosemary was simply a drop dead gorgeous girl, and couldn't help but know it. As soon as she detected that I wanted to 'taste the forbidden fruit', she became the one with the power. Over those few weeks our friendship blossomed, and if ever there was a cat and mouse situation, ours was it. By the end, I wanted her desperately and she knew it. She had me confessing my darkest secrets and fantasies. I would have told her just about anything if I could have ended up in bed with her. Yet I never was able to ask her.
She got me to confess the fantasy games Bill and I played, and had me confess my fantasies, even those I never knew I had. I don't know how she got me to say some of those things, because I don't think I ever thought about some until she asked me. Yet, I told her these heretofore unknown fantasies. Hell, I guess I would have told her anything if I thought it was what she wanted to hear.
During this time I actually found myself confessing that I wanted to see my son's cock. And then I was telling her how I wanted to suck it. I was even fantasizing about my 11-year-old daughter, for crissakes!!!
It was on a Sunday and the following day was Labor Day. As had been happening, I had gone over to Rosemary's house and spent a couple of hours. Bill and I were going to be having a cookout around 5 and I asked her if she would like to join us. She accepted.
Around 4 o'clock, while my husband and I were setting up the chairs and the grill in the yard, Rosemary made her entrance through her back gate. She was wearing that same bikini that had gotten Bill and I so excited a month earlier. And she looked every bit as good. Her sepia body had a sheen of moisture, drawn from her pores by the hot sun, and gave her the look of a bronze goddess.
For the next few hours, light talk, some with hinted sexual overtones, was spoken between the three of us. We ate, sipped some wine, joked, and looked each other over with a sudden awareness that something was close to happening.
After dinner, Bobby and Julie were in and out of the pool; splashing each other while in, chasing each other when out.
I don't know if it was the intoxication of Rosemary, or the consumption of wine, or the heat, or all of the above, but I swear that at times both Bill and I were looking at our own kids young bodies with more than a parent-child eye. I actually saw my husband's gaze home in on our little girl's ass in her nothing bikini bottom and it made me feel 'funny'. And yes, I have to admit that I found myself on more than one occasion trying to decipher the lump in my little boy's crotch.
It was amusing one time when I was able to pull my attention from Bobby's cock and saw that Bill had been watching me ogle our son; and when I looked, I saw that my husband was hard as a rock; I guess from just thinking about me looking at Bobby.
Both my husband's and my eyes were also eating Rosemary alive, whenever we knew that the kids weren't paying attention.
It was the weirdest night that either of us had ever had outdoors.
At about 8'clock the kids went into the house. I swear that all three of us grown-ups watched one or the other youngsters with thoughts none of us would be eager to share with the other. I was feeling funny in the head from a few too many sips of the grape.
As much as my husband was enjoying looking at our neighbor's body, there was a movie coming on HBO that he and the kids had been waiting for all week, and he was anxious to go inside.
"Want to watch it with us," he asked Rosemary.
In the dusk, I watched those exotic eyes circle the yard, look at Bill, then at the house, then at me.
She smiled and said, "Thanks, but no, I don't think so. As a matter of fact, I'm looking forward to a movie on Showtime 9 o'clock."
"Ah, okay," Bill said, as he started shuffling where he stood.
Then, as if it was a brand new thought, she added, "How 'bout you Moll? Want to come by me and watch it??
I hadn't expected this and was confused; the liquor couldn't have been helping.
"I guess -- I don't know -- well --"
She smiled at my fluster, and I couldn't help but to be drawn in by that smile.
"C'mon Moll. We can finish this bottle of wine. Hell, you can stay over tonight, why don't you? You don't have any work tomorrow, do you?"
"N-no..." I admitted, still not sure of myself. This wasn't anything that Bill or I usually did. In fact, I couldn't remember the last time we didn't sleep together. I looked at him and I know that I saw a glow. The son of a bitch knew what was going to happen and stupid me was my old naïve self. But that something in his face finally alerted me.
I think I actually gasped at the realization and I added, "Uh, okay, if it's no bother."
I saw Rosemary and my husband look at each other and a look of understanding laced with amusement passed between them.
He started moving and said, "Okay, I don't want to miss this movie, Hon. I'm going in with the kids. Are you gonna go to Roe's and stay?"
I was still suffering from surprise. I nodded my head, and then he shrugged his shoulders and headed toward the house. As soon as the door closed behind him, I turned to confront her. Her eyes met mine in a way that spoke volumes. After a good thirty seconds, she put out her hand palms up, in effect asking for mine. Tentatively, I placed my hand in hers.
Our eyes still intent on each others, she spoke, "Do you really want to see a movie?"
I swallowed. This was it. I lowered my eyes, looking down at the ground; not ashamed, but not comfortable in admitting what I wanted. I shook my head and then suddenly felt her squeeze my hand and then lead me towards her house. I let myself be led and glanced at her. That gorgeous smile was on her face.
At her door she stopped and she turned me to face her. The dusk was rapidly turning to darkness, but there was more than enough light to see. No face had ever looked as beautiful to me.
I am under 5 feet tall and Rosemary towers over me. To my shock and pleasant surprise, I watched anxiously as her face lowered itself and while I felt her hands at my ears, I watched her luscious lips parting as they descended. The tingling that I felt in my crotch, followed by the wet feeling, told me that I had leaked my juices into my panties. I opened my mouth to accept hers and her breath took away mine.
My body was actually trembling as our lips sucked at each others. My hands had just started to move around her waist to her back when she pulled away.
"Inside lover," she whispered then added, "said the spider to the fly." My heart was racing.
That night proved to be the most enlightening night of my life; Bill's too, as you will soon see. Not only did I have my first bi-sexual experience, but through Rosemary's many comments, questions and observations, I found out more about myself than I ever imagined.
There wasn't anything particularly romantic that happened from the time we went into her house until we were in bed together. From the time that I agreed that I was staying the night with her, there was no doubt that I would be feeling female hands and lips and would be touching and tasting her.
Rosemary filled my glass with wine and simply excused herself to freshen up. After a brief shower she came back down, wearing a robe.
I had been sitting on her couch as she joined me. I was about to take another sip of the wine when she stood in front of me, reached out with her hand and stopped mine from putting the glass to my lips.
I looked up into her face and she said, "Why don't we have this upstairs in my bed?" I hesitated, still unsure of myself and she added, "You go up and take a shower and then go into my bed. You know where the bath and bedroom are, right?"
I nodded nervously and she gently took the glass from my fingers. Then I stood and headed to the shower on slightly wobbly legs.
After the shower, I hurriedly patted myself dry. I was uncertain of myself and decided to put my panties and bra back on. Then I slipped from the bathroom to the adjacent bedroom. Rosemary still hadn't arrived so I hurried in and made a quick decision. I again undid my bra and pushed my panties back down my legs and stepped from them.
I slipped under the cover just as she arrived with the half-empty bottle of wine and our glasses. She placed the bottle and her glass on the night table at her side of the bed and handed me my glass, which was half-full.
She stood upright again and looked down at me. Did I catch a look of amusement?
I watched eagerly, waiting to see this magnificent beauty's body, only to be somewhat disappointed because it was only about ten seconds from the time that she allowed the robe to drop off her shoulders until the time that her body was beneath the covers with mine; surely not enough time to appreciate the beauty. In that ten seconds, I barely had time to steal a glance at her bushy pussy.
However, once Rosemary was in the bed I got to see her beautifully developed bosom as she moved the cover so that we were both exposed from the waist up. I had never seen such large areolas: they were captivating me. Her nipples were not quite as protruding as mine (nobody's are!) but they were outstanding, nevertheless. I could feel her body's heat radiating to mine. I was also fascinated that she apparently didn't shave under her arms; a rare sight for me.
I nervously took a sip of wine, and I think my hand may have been shaking. She reached out with both hands and gently held my wrist with one and took the glass from me with the other. She then placed the glass next to hers on the night table and with her other hand she brought mine toward her, guiding it to her chest.
My heart was again racing as I knew that I would be sexually touching a female for the first time. AND I WANTED TO, BADLY!
Rosemary and I were both lying on our sides by then, facing each other. As she led my hand to her breast, her eyes looked deeply into mine. I wanted to scream. I had never touched a girl before.
Then my hand started to cup her hot flesh and I felt that nipple pushing into my palms. Rosemary mmmmm'd and her exotic eyes fluttered. I hadn't even been aware of her movements, so I was shocked when I felt her other hand move onto my pussy mound, sending electric charges throughout my body.
"Ahhhhh." The sound that came from my throat was automatic.
"Your pussy wanted this, didn't it?"
"Yes," I answered in a whisper.
Rosemary's fingers moved magically over my pussy in a way that none had before, not mine, not Bill's. These were the fingers of female experience. I opened my legs to give her easier access to do with me as she wished. At the same time, I moved my free hand to her other breast and was eagerly squeezing these wonderful mounds of flesh. As she continued to move her hands between my legs I moved both of my hands to one breast and then leaned forward to feed it to my lips. Her nipple seemed to be begging to be sucked and I was eager to oblige.
Another "mmmmm" pushed out from between her lips and her free hand moved gently within my hair to hold me to her flesh as my mouth hastily licked and sucked forbidden female flesh. The fingers of her other hand moved deftly over my quivering thighs, to my pussy, over my lower belly, to my hips, and outer thighs before moving back inside and starting all over. The sensations that Rosemary was causing was unlike any I had ever felt.
Then her finger moved into my pussy, rubbing gently within the moistened slit using a slow gentle up and down motion, and then sliding to my clit, where it was joined by a couple of other of her long articulate fingers. I pulled my mouth from her breast as my body reacted without thought. I gasped at the excited feelings.
"Your pussy is really excitable, Moll."
"Your pussy likes to be touched, doesn't it?"
"Ummmm, yeah, ooooooh."
My hips were moving of their own volition, caused by the stimulations from her fingers. In fact, I was gently fucking her hand. As Rosemary's experienced hand played with my pussy, she bent forward and her delicious mouth moved onto mine, her lips playing tenderly with mine.
Suddenly, her hand was no longer there; her fingers had deserted me. My hips were rolling, pushing forward in search, to no avail. I was feeling a sense of panic. My pussy was still tingling, craving her touch.
Then I felt her hand grab mine again and bring it down between my legs. She whispered hotly into my mouth, "There you are, that's what you want. Your pussy is so hot ... I love it ... get it hotter for me..."