I love my husband but our love life has always been what can be best described as adequate and normal. Not exactly the words someone uses when talking about passion. We have a great life and wonderful kids and I couldn't see my life without him but in the past few years I have found myself wondering what goes on behind the closed doors of others. I would love to explore these things with him but he is not willing to step outside the bounds of our straight laced life.
Days of a suburban housewife are busy but not too exciting. As luck would have it I struck up a friendship with one of the other mothers at my son's weekly practice. Mary was about my age and the more we talked the more it seemed we were alike. I felt completely relaxed around her and soon I was telling her things I had never shared with anyone. I told her of my growing sexual frustrations and she told me she had been through similar times with her husband. When I asked how she overcame the urges she said she hadn't. Her and her husband had done things to spice up their love life instead of suppressing these urges. She told me they had entertained the thought of swinging but she had no interest in being with another man. She had a long running fantasy of being with another woman so went in that direction. I was shocked at first but as she told me more and more about the things they had done I caught myself getting very wet. That afternoon after I got home I locked myself in the bathroom and told the kids I was taking a bath. I masturbated to orgasm after orgasm.
A few weeks passed and I think Mary enjoyed seeing me squirm at each practice as she told me more and more of her adventures. At this point I was consumed with thoughts of her. In the past I had plenty of fantasies of being with another woman but I always thought they were just that, fantasies I would never live out. Right now I was standing in front of this woman thinking more and more of making them a reality. As if she could sense the urgency in me, Mary asked if I would like to drop by her house later for a drink and said we could talk a little more openly without so many people around. Of course I agreed and began figuring out the logistics of what to do with the kids. Right on cue my cell phone rang. It was my husband saying he would be home early so I told him I had a few errands to run and would appreciate him watching the kids this afternoon.
Once home I took a bath and tried to not touch myself. I didn't expect anything to happen but I wanted to smell fresh for my afternoon date. I could not have been more nervous as I pulled into Mary's driveway. I was almost shaking as I rang the bell. She answered the door and quickly asked me in. She was in a t-shirt and sweat pants and although she isn't a gym nut she looked great. We sat at the table in the kitchen and she poured us some wine. She told me her kids were over at her sister's for the afternoon so we would have some quiet time. We hadn't finished the first glass when I heard the door open. Her husband Jim came into the kitchen. She introduced us and he grabbed a glass and joined us. He was as open as her and in no time we were all having a very open talk about sex. I was sitting there growing wetter and wetter just looking at those two imagining them doing some of the things they were describing to me.
The wine flowed and soon it seemed they were asking me more about my desires then telling me theirs.
Mary stood up and walked over next to me and said," Maybe if you want to know what a girl is like you should start with a kiss."
She leaned in and kissed me and I didn't resist. Her lips were so soft as she slowly kissed mine. I felt her hand slide behind my neck as she pulled me in closer. Her soft tongue parted my lips and slowly circled mine. I turned to face her and rose up without letting my lips leave hers. I pulled her to me and kissed her back deeply. Her mouth was so soft against mine as we let our tongues explore each others. I ran my hands over her back and felt the soft sexiness of her curves. I trembled when she moaned into my mouth.
