Bi-Sexual Female / 31
From Straight To Lesbian To Straight Again
After college I worked at a gym as a trainer. I didn't make enough money and had to live in a two bedroom with three other women. Usually women get along, but they were jealous of my abs, thighs and guns. I also kept myself completely clean shaven and it wasn't above me to show off to them. I was developing slowly an attraction for my roommate. One night I went and got in bed with her and let her know that I was there to stay and made love to her. As much as you can when the girl is fighting you. My persistence paid dividends and we were soon sleeping the night away, and we were shaving each other. You should know that shaving your girlfriend's privates is a turn on like no other.
I needed a car. Mine, or really my mother's, was sixteen years old and lived in the shop. A new transmission made it impossible. My girlfriend got me a job working with her at her job that paid more than I was making at the gym. The women there were so ordinary, overweight, and dressed awful. I was used to the look of gym girls. Anyway, that's what I liked. I suppose that after I went to work with my girlfriend I went down and down and down the lesbian isle. There was a woman there, in her forties, who was also a lesbian and the three of us became work friends. She was our work mother.
My girlfriend lost her bearings one day and ended up under a guy that worked there. That triggered her return to being straight, which she was before we met living together. You might as well have cut my heart out. I never felt lonelier.
A man at work, that I sometimes had to do work for, suggested that what I needed was a 'wild night in Las Vegas'. He would take me, but no panties. No condoms. It was wild alright, he had sex with me over the balcony looking out at the city. He had sex with me on the bed, straight girl style. He had sex with me in the shower, after a 'tongue lashing'. For four days I didn't wear panties, for four days he had sex with me. By the time we got back from the 'wild weekend in Las Vegas' he had established himself as friend with benefits. I let him have sex, and let him have sex, and let him have sex with me. No matter when or where or who was watching.
I'm married to him now, and we live in Flagstaff where he got a job with another company. He likes me without panties, it's a 'thrill' to lift my skirt and see me naked. He likes 'tits and ass' and we have a big mirror in the bedroom. Watching yourself have sex is something, having sex in front of another couple is another thing. But that's what we do, that's what Las Vegas is for, to take a long weekend with another couple of have sex in front of each other. He isn't likely, to ever share me. Other than for a visual sensation. He knows all about my then girlfriend and sometimes he teases me, maybe I should look into it with our friends who travel with us to Las Vegas, two wives getting it on for the gentlemen. Not likely, I don't want him to ever see me with another woman.
I needed a car. Mine, or really my mother's, was sixteen years old and lived in the shop. A new transmission made it impossible. My girlfriend got me a job working with her at her job that paid more than I was making at the gym. The women there were so ordinary, overweight, and dressed awful. I was used to the look of gym girls. Anyway, that's what I liked. I suppose that after I went to work with my girlfriend I went down and down and down the lesbian isle. There was a woman there, in her forties, who was also a lesbian and the three of us became work friends. She was our work mother.
My girlfriend lost her bearings one day and ended up under a guy that worked there. That triggered her return to being straight, which she was before we met living together. You might as well have cut my heart out. I never felt lonelier.
A man at work, that I sometimes had to do work for, suggested that what I needed was a 'wild night in Las Vegas'. He would take me, but no panties. No condoms. It was wild alright, he had sex with me over the balcony looking out at the city. He had sex with me on the bed, straight girl style. He had sex with me in the shower, after a 'tongue lashing'. For four days I didn't wear panties, for four days he had sex with me. By the time we got back from the 'wild weekend in Las Vegas' he had established himself as friend with benefits. I let him have sex, and let him have sex, and let him have sex with me. No matter when or where or who was watching.
I'm married to him now, and we live in Flagstaff where he got a job with another company. He likes me without panties, it's a 'thrill' to lift my skirt and see me naked. He likes 'tits and ass' and we have a big mirror in the bedroom. Watching yourself have sex is something, having sex in front of another couple is another thing. But that's what we do, that's what Las Vegas is for, to take a long weekend with another couple of have sex in front of each other. He isn't likely, to ever share me. Other than for a visual sensation. He knows all about my then girlfriend and sometimes he teases me, maybe I should look into it with our friends who travel with us to Las Vegas, two wives getting it on for the gentlemen. Not likely, I don't want him to ever see me with another woman.
