Date: Sun, 16 Dec 2012 16:19:33 -0500
From: belleisbi@gmail.com
Subject: Belle's First Time

This is the first time I have written about anything personal like this.
So, not sure how good I am at describing what it was like.  Some events
require the skill of an accomplished writer, and I am not one.  The
following story really happened in as much detail as I can remember.  Every
story must, by the very nature of story telling compress time, events, and
conversations.  I hope this story does not encourage any woman to try
something she is not 100% sure about.  If she is sure, I hope it helps
provide and example of how well it can work if not done without thought and
planning.  Anyway, enjoy.

I'll answer any email within reason.  If you want to criticize my writing
without constructive help, don't bother.  I already know I am not a pro at
this.  And to Diane thank you for giving me permission to tell our story.
I hope I have been true to our love.

 belleisbi@gmail.com

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I am a bi married woman.  Even in this day of openness about one's
sexuality I am very discreet and only my husband and a few women I have
spent time with know of my orientation.  As a school teacher, married to a
lawyer I am very selective about who or when I disclose the fact I love to
be with men and women.  I only meet in person with women I have met on-line
and then only after a lengthy time of email exchanges and phone
conversations.  I value my safety and my reputation so I am extremely
careful about who I meet and where.

Anyway, I suspect there are a lot of married women out there who have
fantasized about experiencing another woman in bed.  I just happen to be
one who took the big step and did it.  I have never looked back, but I have
also never let my desires overcome my need for absolute safety and
discretion.

The following story is about the first time I took the plunge so to speak,
how it came about, and what it was like.

My husband and I have always exchanged fantasies during lovemaking.  Many
of the fantasies we exchanged were meant to arouse each other so were often
not things we would ever dare try in real life, such as swinging or public
sex with strangers.  But, in the fantasy world where the spoken word is
totally safe, we did a lot of exploring.  One fantasy I would often use to
get him to peak arousal was a scene of me with another woman.  In my
fantasy the other woman was always the sexiest woman in the world, fitting
his vision of who he would love to see me with.  She would have red hair,
huge breasts, and a full and round bottom.  What made the fantasies so good
was the fact that I was actually telling him something that really aroused
me as well.  I had always had strong fantasies of being with another woman
but was to shy to act on them.  My fantasy women did not fit his, so I
would give him what I thought would excite him, while in my mind I had
visions of someone quite different.

In my fantasy, the woman would be much like me; mid to late 30's, a body
showing some mild effects of childbirth, and a hesitancy in love making
borne of inexperience.  I am in my late 30's and have a body one would
call, full figured.  I realize that is a nice way of labeling someone who
is fat, but I really don't consider myself fat.  I prefer to call myself
curvy without any of the lumpiness that comes so often when one gets fat.
My husband loves the way my body looks and I have had no problem getting
pleasant looks and occasional flirting from men who don't limit their
desires to skinny bathing suit models.  Also, due to the miracle of plastic
surgery, my breasts are full and look like those of a 20 year old.  They
were expensive and worth every penny!

One thing I did, innocently enough, was begin an email correspondence with
a married woman who was going through the same sexual exploration as I was.
I met her in a chat room not related to sexual stuff, but we had a lot of
mutual interests and backgrounds and chatted regularly online.  Eventually,
we started emailing in order to avoid the lack of depth that chat rooms
limit one to.  Chat rooms have their place, but can often lead to false
assumptions because of the inability to explain something in detail.  I
like to read what I write and make edits to make sure I am not being
misunderstood.

Anyway, after several months of emails we broached the subject of our sex
lives.  I don't recall exactly how it started but a few hints about things
eventually led to more detail, and finally a total openness about our
sexual urges.  She, like me, was married and had a very good sexual
relationship with her husband.  There was nothing lacking in that
department but she would often say, "there is something missing."  I knew
she wanted to tell me she fantasized about being with a woman, but was
afraid, as we all are, of rejection.

Finally, I just came out and told her I often fantasized about what it
would be like to make love to a woman, and that opened the floodgates.  Her
next email to me could be paraphrased in one sentence, "Oh my GOD, ME TOO."
And she wrote me a long, long email opening up about what kind of woman she
fantasized about.  It came down to, a woman who was a lot like her and was
also in the very early stages of sexual exploration with another woman.

I had not mentioned my email exchanges with her to my husband because there
was nothing about it that was really worth discussing.  It was just two
women getting to know each other.  But when it took this new twist I
mentioned to him I had been chatting with a woman who had the same kind of
marriage as we did and that she and her husband also fantasized about her
being with another woman.  I didn't go into any detail, but I figured I
owed him that much.  If I was going to be talking about our sex life with
someone else, I thought he had a right to know.  He, being a pretty typical
male, wanted to read the email, but I refused.  There was no way I was
going to betray the trust of someone I had grown very fond of.

Anyway, that night, during lovemaking I told him that while our fantasies
were just fantasies to get us aroused, the one I shared with him of me with
another woman was one I really felt I could do under the exact right
circumstances.  He almost came when I whispered that to him.  I think it
took it to a level in which his mind registered the idea that this could
really happen.

I knew if we both reached orgasm we would lay in bed and be too shy or
reserved to talk about this any further.  It's a difficult subject to bring
up just sitting around the kitchen table.  Sadly, shyness prevents a lot of
earnest discussions.  So, in my aroused state, I knew this was a good time,
if not the only time, to take it further.

I asked him if he would ever be ok with me making love to another woman.  I
told him I was not saying I was going to do it, but if the perfect
opportunity ever came up, how would he feel.  If he had said he wouldn't be
able to deal with it, I would have told him I would keep it as a fantasy
and never bring it up again.

But, he didn't hesitate one second.  He gulped and I could tell his mouth
was bone dry from excitement.  He kind of croaked, "I would love it.  It
would be so hot."

I made clear, this fantasy did not include him participating or even
watching, but I would be willing to tell him about it.

I think we had the best sex ever that night.

So, I boldly decided I would try and make it happen, and the obvious choice
was my new e-mail friend.  Problem was, I had no idea how to raise the
subject.  So, I wrote her an email in which I said that if I ever did have
an affair with a woman I hoped it would be someone exactly like her.

The response was quick.  She said she felt exactly the same way, then
wrote, "should we?"

I wrote back with a single word, "YES,"

So, we exchanged more emails and finally came up with a weekend we could
both get away and she agreed to fly to my city and meet me.  I agreed to
rent a nice, upscale hotel room we would both feel comfortable in.  We
agreed to meet in the bar and if at that point either of us decided this
had been some kind of horrible mistake we would call it off and just stay
as friends.

So, on the day in question I spent an inordinate amount of time getting
ready.  I didn't want to come off slutty looking, which isn't my style
anyway, but at the same time I wanted to send the message I was not some
matronly school teacher.  So, I picked some nice casual clothes that showed
off my body well enough, without appearing I was on the make.  I keep my
pubic area shaved because I like how it feels and looks, and, well, because
my husband loves it.  So, I made sure I was cleanly shaven down there and
as smooth as I could make it.

I arrived at the hotel and waited in the bar at the appointed time.  She
should have already checked in so barring a flight delay she had no reason
to be late.  I spotted her at the entrance to the bar and waved .  We had
exchanged quite a few pics so there was no chance of waving to the wrong
woman.  She waved back, gave me a huge smile and came over.  I stood and
hugged her tightly and we sat down.  We had a glass of wine and made
embarrassed small talk for a while till she asked, "are you as nervous as I
am?"  I said I was but I wasn't sure if I was nervous or excited.  She
laughed and agreed she felt the same way, and that broke the ice.  We
looked at each other silently for a few seconds then she said, "shall we?"

On the ride up she told me what a beautiful room we had and made other
small talk to avoid talking about the elephant in the room.  When we got to
the room she briefly showed me around the suite then we sat on the love
seat in the sitting area (love seat, what a perfect name).

We chatted very briefly and then she took my hand.  I squeezed itand we
leaned toward each other and kissed.  That first kiss can only be described
as electric.  It was my first time kissing a woman in a sexual way and it
felt absolutely right.  We kissed again and this time she pushed her tongue
againt my lips and I opened up for her.  I had no idea a woman's kiss would
be that different from a man's, but it was, a lot different; she smelled
like a woman, and her lips were softer.  Hard to describe, maybe
impossible.

We both gently caressed each other on the arms and neck as we kissed.  We
were getting more passionate, breathing harder, and moving a lot closer.
We still had not touched each other in a sexual way.  We were getting so
much pleasure from the intimacy, that save for the French kissing, we were
behaving as two women comforting each other.

When we broke the kiss we both leaned into each other breathing heavily and
slightly giggling.  I asked her if it was ok, and she said, "a lot better
than ok," and she suggested we move to the bed.  I didn't need to be asked
twice.  We took off our heels and got on top of the bed.

We embraced and kissed passionately.  I was in absolute heaven and it all
felt so right.  She put her hand on my bottom and started to gently rub it.
I reciprocated and got extremely aroused by touching a woman's body in a
sexual way for the first time.  I was soaking wet.

What made it so special was that we both were taking our time, enjoying
each stage without rushing it.  I don't like to stereotype men, but for the
most part they reach a stage in lovemaking where they either want their
cock in your mouth or your pussy and they end up missing so much of the in
between (and equally as good) parts.

Eventually, I found my hand on her bare leg and slowly but surely fondled
my way up, taking my time with each stage to give her the opportunity to
tell me with her body that she wanted me to go further.  Our signals to
each other were silent but ones we could easily understand.

She was doing the same thing to me.

She reached my pussy before I reached hers and when she touched my damp
thong I took in a sudden and quick breath.  She smiled as we kissed and
kept her hand there.  She traced her finger gently over my swollen labia
and had me squirming.  I did the same to her and the dampness was
pronounced.

Eventually she pulled her hand out and suggested we get out of our clothes.
I said nothing, but stood up and started to unbutton my blouse.  She did
the same, after turning off the light.  I think shyness under any
circumstance is a hard thing to shed. It was darker, but the ambient light
coming through the sheer curtains was enough so I could see her body come
into view as she disrobed.

Both naked, we pulled the covers back and climbed into bed, immediately
embracing. Feeling her breasts against mine was a fantasy come true.  Maybe
even better than the fantasy.  At this point all my nervousness was gone
and all I wanted was to get as much of my skin against her skin as was
humanly possible.  I took one of her breasts in my hand and took her hard
nipple in my mouth.  She moaned and said "I don't think my nipples have
ever been this hard, " then she laughed softly.

I sucked on it in the same way I like my nipples sucked on, hard.  When my
husband sucks on my nipples for a long time I get so I almost have to have
an orgasm to relieve the sexual tension that builds.  I wondered to myself
if she would have the same reaction.

Eventually her breathing got ragged and she gently pushed my face away from
her breasts and then took one of my nipples in her mouth, giving as good as
I had given her.  I laid there allowing her to suckle on my nipples as my
sexual desire grew and grew.  I reached my hand down and slipped it under
the elastic of her panties and moved my fingers down to her pussy lips. She
was slick with moisture and I rubbed my fingers tips over her swollen lips,
relishing the feel of another woman's aroused pussy on my fingertips.  She
was smooth, like me, and it felt absolutely amazing.

She was letting out little mewling sounds as I my fingers rubbed up and
down on her lips.  But when I let my fingertip touch her clit she went very
stiff all over and moaned.  She pulled away from my nipples and laid there,
letting me fondle her.

After a few minutes I moved my two middle fingers down into the folds of
her thickened lips and slid them in.  She uttered a soft "oh, my God."

I then put the lower part of my palm against her clit and rubbed it as I
slid my fingers in and out of her soaking wet pussy.  I was in heaven and
leaned down and kissed her open mouth.

As we kissed she put her hand on my pussy and gently rubbed.  I opened my
legs, inviting her to go further, and she did.  Her fingers pulled my thong
out of the way and she slid a finger inside me, gently exploring me, and
bringing me to a higher state of excitement.

I could sense she was approaching orgasm so I pulled my hand away and
reached around to feel her soft bottom.  I loved how it felt as I squeezed
and rubbed it.  So round, so smooth, so needing a woman's touch.  I gently
dragged my fingernails up to the small of her back and down her rounded
butt.  She would groan each time I did it.

She finally reached down and pulled her panties off, leaving her completely
naked in my arms.  I pushed my thong down below my knees then worked it off
with my feet.  We were on our sides facing each other and I pulled her
tight to me, our pussies almost touching.  She thrust forward and I felt
her mound pressed against mine.  I had to have more.

As if sensing my needs she pivoted around and got in a 69 position.  She
was a little taller than me so it was hard to get my mouth to her pussy
without lifting my head up high. I rolled us both on our sides and wrapped
my arms around her waist.  I moved my mouth to her pussy and sucked on her
swollen lips.  It was better even than my fantasies.  My mouth on her
pussy, while feeling her tongue working on the folds of my lips.  I could
have done this all night.  We stayed in this position for a long time,
bringing each other close to orgasm, then pulling back to make the night
last.  I found that when I sucked her pussy lips into my mouth and very
gently chewed on them she would start thrusting slightly, letting me know
how good it felt.

Eventually, she pulled away and slid her body down my body till our pussies
were almost touching.  She began to slowly grind her pussy mound against
mine.  It felt good, but was frustrating because I wanted our pussies to
touch.

I opened my legs and she slid one of hers between my legs and then brought
it forward slightly till it was pressed against my pussy.  I bent my outer
leg slightly at the knee so I could press my soaked pussy against her
thigh.  I could not have stopped from grinding against it if I had tried.
I was in a state of sexual euphoria and needed to cum, but wanted this to
go on forever.  She was equally as aroused but had the presence of mind to
stop the grinding before we both climaxed.

Eventually, she moved one of her legs between mine and pulled on my leg
till our pussies were pressed against each other.

She looked at me and whispered, "this is how I've always fantasized cuming
with a sexy woman like you."

With that she pulled on my leg firmly and started grinding her pussy
against mine.  I grabbed her leg and pulled, too.  It's hard to explain,
but I wanted to fuck her pussy with my pussy.  It's almost as if I wanted
to be inside her. We both pulled and ground into each other, moaning,
groaning, and "oh, goding," as the pleasure coursed through us.  We worked
our angles till our clits were against each other, and then just kept up an
intense ritual of what I think is called, "tribbing."

I reached orgasm first.  It came on suddenly.  I knew I was close, but when
it came it was the most intense orgasm I ever experience.  I pulled so hard
on her leg I was afraid I was going to dislocate it.  As I orgasmed, I
almost couldn't breathe and I took in a deep breath and let it out through
clenched teeth.  She let me control the movement and encouraged me with
phrases like, "That's it, baby, let it all out.  Cum hard.  Cum on your
lover's pussy."

When my climax had ebbed she took control back and was rubbing her clit
against my mound just above my clit.  I think it was smoother and firmer
there and allowed her to get the maximum pressure on her clit.  It didn't
take long and she started to cum.  He leg tensed up tightly in my hands and
I held on firmly, wanting her to have as good an orgasm as I had had.  She
came so hard that she spit little bits of spittle on me as she gritted her
teeth and let out powerful pants.  I loved her beads of spit landing on me.

When her orgasm had passed she crawled over to me and we embraced, giving
each other small kisses.  We laid in each other's arms and she told me she
loved me, and I told her I loved her too.  We both knew we were expressing
a kind of love that was ethereal and did not carry any obligations or
hidden messages.  It just meant we cared deeply for each other and could
not have this kind of intimacy unless we genuinely loved each other.

We slept for a while and woke up still next to each other.  We made love a
few more times that night, with as much joy, but with a little less
urgency.  In the morning, she brought out a strap on dildo and asked me if
I wanted to try it.  No pressure, just something she thought might be sexy.
I said yes, immediately.

Anyway, she put if on and fucked me doggy style till I had an intense
orgasm.  Then I laid between legs and gave her an intense orgasm with my
tongue.

We are still as close friends as is possible to be.  We share everything
and have as many email exchanges on family issues and every day life as we
do on sex.  We still get together once or twice a year, and even though the
love making is the best, it can never be as good as the first time.  And
that's ok, too.