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A couple of months ago I created a profile on a website for bisexual women, with Rick’s full knowledge and consent. My goal was to find us a “girlfriend”. Not for a poly relationship, but for occasional threesomes. We’ve been trying for a while to find one using the swinger website that we’re currently members of, with no luck. So I thought this other website might be a good place to look.
That’s where I met Janelle. She is married, with young children of her own. We have a lot in common: we’re both writers, like to be outdoors, share many of the same approaches to parenting, and have sexually open marriages. But she and her husband are not swingers, per se. Nor was she interested in a threesome with Rick and me. But since we do have so much in common, I find myself enjoying her company more and more. She’s very, very attractive, with long dark hair, warm brown eyes and a great smile.
One night a few weeks ago, after having drinks at a local bar, we rode the elevator to the parking garage back to our cars and she kissed me in between floors. I’m not sure why, but I was surprised at her forward-ness. I enjoyed it nonetheless.
One night recently, Janelle and I met for drinks again, and after we finished, we walked back to the parking garage and ended up in my car talking. Janelle made no secret about her attraction to me, and leaned in to kiss me. I returned her kisses, and it wasn’t long before we moved to the backseat of my car. Once the armrest and console were no longer a factor, we were free to explore each other with our mouths and hands.
The windows fogged up quickly. It was still 95 degrees outside (at 10 pm). I was braless, wearing a tank top and shorts, and Janelle wore a dress. Her lips were so soft and her soft, delicate hands went to work on my breasts. Her dress was a little harder to navigate but I was able to take her right breast out of her dress and bra and nibble on her delicate nipple. She gasped in delight as I sucked her nipple and ran my hands along her back and ass. Her long black hair began sticking to her face and neck as the humidity rose inside the car.
Next, she turned her attention to my breasts. Raising my tank top, she placed one hand on each side of my left breast and took my erect nipple into her mouth. Her suckling produced an amazing sensation, and it was then I realized that, in all of my swinging activities with my husband and other couples, I’d never been with a woman for any length of time without a man, whether it’s my husband or the other husband, moving in. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, and I never really thought about it before and I must say, it was really, really nice.
Our make out session ended after about 45 minutes. We both had kids to get back home to, but we agreed we’d do it again – and maybe more – sometime soon.
Yeah, I kissed a girl. And I really, really liked it.