I had never been with another woman. I'd be lying to myself if I said I had never thought about it. When he approached me with the idea, I entertained it playfully hoping to get an arousal from him. I never expected to have the best sex of my life that night. The thought of bisexual sex between two women brought him to his highest peak of arousal and I of course benefited from this climactical performance. Laying there in the afterglow of good sex, smoking a cigarette, while he played with my hair...daydreaming of the scenes he must have created in his twisted little perverted mind. I was beginning to get turned on all over again.
Never in the time I had known him had I ever seen him this hot for me, animalistic, pure uninhibited and oh so so kinky. I could not help but wonder how much more intense it could be if I truly agreed to have sex with another woman for him, with him. I mean this time it was only a fantasy, something we talked about before splashing into each others orgasmic imaginations, but what if...what if I truly did it? Could I? Could I actually bring myself to pleasure and be pleasured by a woman?
I pondered the thought for weeks, staring and wondering about every woman I passed in the street...testing myself to see if I could be attracted to them sexually. After weeks of driving myself insane with the thoughts I decided it forget it and continue this fantasy game he and I played so well together. There was no reason to ruin a good thing, after all... I wasn't even sure he would go through with it himself.
Work was becoming a nightmare, the stress and frustration in the office was rapidly climbing like the mercury in a thermometer ready to burst. I decided to take a mental health vacation and go away for 3 days by myself. I had always wanted to visit Maine...picturing a nice little Bed and Breakfast on a lake would be great, peaceful...serene. I left on Thursday, driving 9 hours alone listening to the radio and trying to keep my head clear of all exasperating issues. I arrived at 10 PM at the Bed & Breakfast and seemed to be the only car in the lot. I walked into the lobby where this tall attractive middle aged woman was waiting for me with a smile. She looked warm and friendly and greeted me by my first name. I smiled back and asked her if I was the only guest that evening.
She explained it was a slow season and that I could I have my choice of rooms and she lived there herself so if I wanted company she'd always be around. I thanked her and she gave me the key to the room I chose on the 3rd floor. After I made myself at home in my room, unpacking the few things I brought with me I strolled downstairs to see what the rest of the place was like. I found the woman, sitting in a room with a fireplace, a few couches and a coffee table. She was alone, sipping a Brandy, staring into the fire. She heard me walk in and asked if I'd like to join her. I apologized for forgetting her name and accepted her invitation.
"Diane, " she said as she gave me that warm smile again. I had never met a woman quite like her. It was not something to be explained at the time, but her demeanor was intriguing me immensely. Diane and I talked for hours that night, sharing our inner most thoughts. I told her about him and his fantasies, and how I was beginning to think they may have somehow became my own. It was almost as if she knew exactly what I was thinking, she practically began finishing my sentences for me. Our auras that night began to meld, and I knew for some reason this weekend would not be the last time I saw this woman.
The next day, I woke up and went downstairs for breakfast. Diane had made a beautiful omelet with all sorts of side dishes. I laughed and said I wasn't much of a breakfast eater and I grabbed a home made muffin and strolled out on the deck over looking the lake. I felt her presence behind me and we both stood there in silence. Diane spoke after a few minutes...but only said two words...two words that I will never forget as long as I live, "CALL HIM."