Bi-Sexual Female / 32
Discovering The Forbidden Fruit
I got married during my junior year in college. It was an all of a sudden thing, we eloped really. I continued in school after he graduated and then went and joined him where he was working. I met this girl there, Vicky, who a friend of his from his work. I could see and feel the chemistry that oozed between them and asked my husband if he had been seeing her while I was in school.
After several conversations about what he had been doing I asked if he preferred her to me. He was ambivalent and wouldn't commit. I didn't feel the the marriage commitment all that strong and I wasn't feeling any fits of jealousy. Frankly I thought she was a real good looking girl and I proposed a ''fuck off'' for him. Fuck us both and see which one he wanted to keep. At the same time, same room, That way he could appreciate our feminine goods and contrast and compare until he made up his mind.
Getting Vicky to agree took some time. She wasn't like me, she wasn't interested in that kind of competition. But I talked her into it, what was the worst that could happen, we would have some fun and see if he was the man he pretended to be. How long could he keep it up, and I was interested in seeing her naked myself. I confess, I was never sure which was better, and Vicky was a girl I would have liked to try it on with.
He huffed and he puffed and we blew him until his eyes were crossed. We ate pussy too, lots and lots of pussy, once we got started we couldn't stop. We didn't care what he wanted to do, we were in it for ourselves at that point. Once you kiss a girl like that you cannot stop. There is a little engine inside of you that drives what you want, and in a set up like that, it was pretty obvious that he was the distraction, not us.
His ego was broken, his manhood wounded. We told him he had a nice dick and all that but his dick just didn't matter to us that night. We found out just what the forbidden fruit was and it is more about our feminine goods that his masculine dick. We never did tell him that he couldn't have what he wanted from us, alone or together, if he could get us to want his dick then he could make that happen. But for those months after I moved after college it was really about me and Vicky discovering for ourselves that a dick doesn't matter. What we wanted, was more of what we saw in the mirror than what he swung around trying to impress us.
I'm still married and have a couple of rug rats of my own. Vicky and I didn't so much as work ourselves silly, as we fell into a zone of comfort that is still going strong. Who I want to sleep with? well sleep is one thing, but I do sleep better after Vicky has shown me what she really wants, than when he shows me his prowess with his light saber. She is my best friend, and she stays the night over more than she goes home. Vicky just isn't into the light saber thing anymore.
After several conversations about what he had been doing I asked if he preferred her to me. He was ambivalent and wouldn't commit. I didn't feel the the marriage commitment all that strong and I wasn't feeling any fits of jealousy. Frankly I thought she was a real good looking girl and I proposed a ''fuck off'' for him. Fuck us both and see which one he wanted to keep. At the same time, same room, That way he could appreciate our feminine goods and contrast and compare until he made up his mind.
Getting Vicky to agree took some time. She wasn't like me, she wasn't interested in that kind of competition. But I talked her into it, what was the worst that could happen, we would have some fun and see if he was the man he pretended to be. How long could he keep it up, and I was interested in seeing her naked myself. I confess, I was never sure which was better, and Vicky was a girl I would have liked to try it on with.
He huffed and he puffed and we blew him until his eyes were crossed. We ate pussy too, lots and lots of pussy, once we got started we couldn't stop. We didn't care what he wanted to do, we were in it for ourselves at that point. Once you kiss a girl like that you cannot stop. There is a little engine inside of you that drives what you want, and in a set up like that, it was pretty obvious that he was the distraction, not us.
His ego was broken, his manhood wounded. We told him he had a nice dick and all that but his dick just didn't matter to us that night. We found out just what the forbidden fruit was and it is more about our feminine goods that his masculine dick. We never did tell him that he couldn't have what he wanted from us, alone or together, if he could get us to want his dick then he could make that happen. But for those months after I moved after college it was really about me and Vicky discovering for ourselves that a dick doesn't matter. What we wanted, was more of what we saw in the mirror than what he swung around trying to impress us.
I'm still married and have a couple of rug rats of my own. Vicky and I didn't so much as work ourselves silly, as we fell into a zone of comfort that is still going strong. Who I want to sleep with? well sleep is one thing, but I do sleep better after Vicky has shown me what she really wants, than when he shows me his prowess with his light saber. She is my best friend, and she stays the night over more than she goes home. Vicky just isn't into the light saber thing anymore.
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