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Debbi's Bi Experience (FF, wife)
Anon Author - 1990

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     This is how I got started with my bisexual life style.  I
hung around with Salacia all the time and never knew.  She was
either at my house or I was at hers. I only met Linda once or 
twice before.  We always worked out Saturday morning at her
house.  This Saturday was different.  When I got up around 7a.m.
I noticed a car in her driveway that was neither hers or her 
husband's, and he is always gone golfing on Saturdays by 6 a.m.
Usually we start about nine but the car was still there so I decided
I wait a while longer, figuring she call.  No call, it's ten now, I
decide to call her.  Busy signal for over a half hour.  Now I'm
starting to worry if something happen to her husband or someone in
her family.  We've always just walked right in each other house, no
invite was ever necessary.

     I talk my usual trip through the backyard, up on the deck and
enter through the sliding glass door.  The kitchen is quiet, no one
around, but I can hear music coming from the front room, nothing else.
I start to imagine all kinds of crazy shit, but head for the parlor
anyway.  The second I walked through the archway my jaw hit the floor.
There on the couch was Salacia, nude with Linda kneeling in front of her
slowing licking her from asshole to pussy.  I must have watch them for
five minutes before I moved a single muscle.  Salacia's head was back on
the couch and Linda was busy.  I thought I should just leave and was 
about to when Salacia's head swung forward from her orgasm and her eyes
locked right on mind.  Talk about week in the knees!

Her orgasm had stopped when Linda finally looked to see what Salacia
was staring at.  She just smile at me and winked!  I started to 
apologizing for just walking in when Linda put a finger to her lips
as if to say, be quiet, at the same time she rose to her feet.
Salacia stood from the couch and I could see her wetness all over
her thighs, I couldn't help but look!  They both headed in my
direction.  I felt a heat in my stomach like never before.
   
     Linda and Salacia both took my hands in theirs and held them 
gently as we spoke. Linda told me that she and Salacia often talked 
about how beautiful and sexy they thought I was and they wondered 
if I was bisexual. I told them about my one fumbling experience, 
but that I really didn't consider myself bisexual. Then, smiling 
warmly, Linda took my hand she holding and brought it to her 
breast, pressing my hand against her warm, damp flesh and said, 
in a whisper, that there was nothing frightening about touching 
another woman's body, it was the most natural and beautiful thing 
in the world. Then, still guiding my hand, she slowly moved it 
around her breast, underneath it to feel its weight and firmness, 
then up to her swollen nipple to feel its firm, spongy 
resilience. "It feels so nice, so warm, so smooth, doesn't it," 
she whispered? And it did, it really did. 

     I had a catch in my throat and couldn't answer; closing my 
eyes, I barely shook my head in response. I was so suddenly 
excited and aroused, my legs became weak and rubbery. I could 
feel my own nipples growing and hardening beneath my clothes just 
as I could feel a familiar wetness seeping out between my legs 
and soaking my panties. Linda removed her hands from mine and 
raised them to my face, but my fingers remained on her breast, 
nervously stroking her long, rigid nipple. And then, while Salacia 
gently squeezed my hand, Linda slowly leaned in and kissed me. 

     The touch of her mouth on mine was absolutely electrifying. 
Linda's lips were so incredibly soft, her breath so sweet and 
her touch so tender, it was so different, so unlike my husband's 
kiss. And I wanted more. I pressed my own mouth firmly against 
hers, kissing her back, tentatively at first and then more 
passionately. I could feel her lips part slightly and then felt 
the tip of her wet tongue slowly wash over my lips. Following her 
lead, I opened my mouth slightly and allowed her tongue to enter, 
gingerly touching it with my own tongue, absorbing her warmth and 
wetness. After a second or two, Linda pulled away and smiled. "We 
want to make love to you," she whispered and I nodded; I knew, at 
that precise moment, I was committed. 

     Still holding my hand, Salacia led me to the bedroom, turned me 
around and the two of them began undressing me. While Linda 
pulled my tank-top over my head, Salacia deftly unbuttoned my jeans, 
pulled them over my hips and slid them down my legs. On her 
hands and knees in front of me, she slipped off my shoes and 
helped me out of my jeans. I stood between them, stripped down to 
my bra and soaked panties, discarding my modesty as quickly as my 
clothes. In a daze, I freely allowed Linda to unclasp the front 
closure of my bra and peel the lace away from my breasts. My 
nipples, although not anywhere near as large as Linda's or 
Salacia's, were rock hard, jutting out from my swollen areolas like 
two ripe cherries. Still on her knees in front of me, Salacia 
reached up and slowly eased my panties down my legs. I willingly 
stepped out of them and stood there, completely and unashamedly 
naked as their eyes drifted all over my body. 

     They eased me down on the bed, fluffing a pillow under my 
head and then laid down on either side of me, pressing their 
bodies against mine. Their warmth and their softness and their 
tenderness were magnificent. My excitement was so intense, it is 
difficult even now for me to recall exactly what transpired. I 
felt as if I was consumed by a fog of pure, exquisite pleasure 
unlike any I had ever experienced. I know we kissed. Long and 
deep and passionately; first Linda, then Salacia and then the 
three of us together, painting each other's mouths and lips and 
tongues with hot, sweet saliva. And as we kissed, their delicate, 
practiced hands moved sensually over my body, exciting every 
nerve fiber their fingers trailed over, from my thighs to my neck 
and face and then slowly down to my thighs again. 

     They had eased my thighs apart and each wrapped their legs 
around mine, pressing and rubbing their wetness against my 
flesh as we continued to kiss. Their hands found my breasts and 
squeezed and stroked and fondled and massaged them in unison. I 
could barely breathe and talking was absolutely impossible. My 
pussy was inflamed and throbbing deep within my womb, and I could 
feel my juices flowing like a slow lava stream down my thighs. 
I have no idea how long we continued like that, but all too 
soon, I felt, they pulled their lips from mine. Hungrily, I tried 
to reclaim their mouths, but Linda smiled, whispering words of 
comfort, and helped me up, shifting our bodies. Linda moved to 
the edge of the bed and sat up, cradling my head and upper body 
in her arms above her lap. My cheek pressed against her soft, 
smooth belly while her enormous breasts swayed above my face. 
This was going beyond my wildest fantasies and the feelings I had 
were so exquisite, I prayed it would go on forever. 

     With my free hand, I reached up and touched Linda's breast, 
gently stroking its full, sloping underside. As I did, I could 
feel Salacia's hands on my breasts again, sliding up and squeezing 
my nipples between her fingers. Except for my clitoris, my nipples 
are especially sensitive. And Salacia knew exactly how to touch them. 
She rolled them between her fingers, gently tugging and pulling them 
upwards. I moaned loudly, twisting away, but Salacia kept a firm 
grip on my engorged buds and pinched them again. My whole body 
shuddered and I lost my breath. No doubt encouraged by my 
reaction, Salacia slid her hand down my breast, and, squeezing it 
upward, sucked my nipple deep into her mouth. My tit just melted 
into her mouth and she lapped and licked and sucked my sensitive 
nipple as no man ever had. I squeezed Linda's breast harder, 
trying to share my pleasure and joy. She moaned softly and leaned 
forward, pressing her long, stiff, fleshy nipple against my 
lips. Eagerly, I parted my lips and drew her thumb-like nipple 
deep into my mouth, wildly sucking it, making her groan with 
unrestrained pleasure. I could feel her nipple pulsate on my 
tongue and I swirled my tongue around it even more frantically. 

     As Salacia sucked me, I continued sucking this beautiful 
woman's tit like a starving baby. And then it happened; a 
strange, hot, sweet liquid suddenly coated my tongue. Thinking I 
drawn blood, I quickly pulled my face away and looked at Linda's 
nipple and then at her face. Her eyes were closed and she had the 
sweetest smile on her face. When I could speak, I stammered 
something like "did I hurt you?" Linda just shook her head and 
giggled. "No," she whispered, "I'm lactating. That was milk." 
I was stunned. Then Salacia lifted her face from my tit and 
giggled, too. It was then that I noticed that while she was 
sucking my nipple, she was squeezing her own and there was a tiny 
droplet of white milk on the tip of her nipple as well. "We're 
both lactating," Salacia gushed, "it's one of the greatest joys of 
being a woman, don't you think?" 

     I was in no condition to think. I gasped "oh, my God" and 
lifted myself from Linda, looking first at their beautiful faces 
and then their breasts which they were both now holding. 

      Shifting positions again, Salacia sat upright against the 
headboard and Linda knelt down next to her. I positioned myself on
Salacia's other side and watched as Salacia stroked Linda's head and
guided her to her fascinatingly long, thick nipple. I held my own 
breasts, in empathy, I suppose, and stroked my tender nipples 
with my thumbs. 

     As Salacia continued to lovingly stroke Linda's thick blonde 
hair, Linda held Salacia's tiny mound in her hand, opened her mouth 
and placed the flat of her tongue against the underside of 
Salacia's swollen nipple. Then, squeezing Salacia's puffy red 
areola between her thumb and forefinger, she began milking her 
nipple slowly and rhythmically while tenderly lapping and licking 
the tip of it. Then slowly, very slowly, Linda lowered her lips 
over the other woman's nipple and drew it deep into her mouth. 
Linda's cheeks hollowed as she sucked and Salacia just closed her 
eyes and sighed. 

     It was immediately obvious that they had done 
this many times before. They knew each other's nuances and 
responded accordingly.  As Linda continued to coax Salacia's 
nipple with her fingers and mouth, Salacia spread her stockinged 
legs and slid her long, slender fingers along her smooth, 
hairless slit, rubbing her elongated clit in concert with Linda's 
sucking, milking movements. 

     Watching them, I was so turned on, I began squeezing and 
kneading my nipples so hard they began to throb painfully. And 
then I saw it; Salacia's milk, a thin white stream, snaking down 
from the corner of Linda's suckling mouth. 

     I couldn't stand it any longer. My face went to Salacia's 
breast, my lips to her other turgid nipple and I drew it deep 
into my mouth, sucking it feverishly. In a matter of moments she 
began flowing, squirting jets of hot, salty-sweet, creamy liquid 
against my throat, filling my mouth. Salacia groaned and gasped as 
Linda and I both sucked her tits wantonly. I never knew after four
kids what mothers milk tasted like and now I was tasting it from a
women who's children were long gone.

     A few moments later, Linda pulled away and I had Salacia all 
to myself. With complete abandon, I drew her entire nipple into my 
mouth and continued sucking and milking her blazing nipple and 
then, almost simultaneously, our hands found each other's sopping 
pussys. Salacia's delicate fingers barely flicked over my throbbing 
clit sending bolts of electrifying sensations through my entire 
body. I completely lost my breath and had to pull away from her 
breast just to draw a taste of air into my burning lungs. But 
Salacia didn't stop. Her magic fingers continued to electrify my 
clit. And then I felt Linda between my thighs, lowering her face 
to my cunt. A second later, her soft-stiff tongue replaced 
Salacia's fingers, licking, sucking, flicking, swirling around my 
clit. 

     My hips had a life of their own, bucking and gyrating 
uncontrollably against Linda's hungry mouth. I don't know how she 
held me down. Her fingers pried my pussy lips open and she plunged 
her stiff, wet tongue into my hole, screwing it deeper and deeper 
into me. Salacia shifted, pulling herself up, covering my mouth 
with kisses as she squeezed and kneaded my tits. She kept saying 
"come, baby, come, baby, come." I was on the edge. I was never 
so turned on, never so hot in my entire life. I could feel my 
orgasm building like a rumbling volcano deep within me. I 
screamed, I gasped, I held my breath...and then I came. Once. 
Twice. And then a third time like a shuddering explosion, 
losing myself completely to wave after delicious, exquisite 
wave of indescribable pleasure. And still Linda lapped my pussy 
as if it was her last meal. My clit was unbearably sensitive; 
even her hot breath on it made my entire body shake and quiver.

     Totally drained, I had to pull away. I had to catch my 
breath. I had to regain some semblance of consciousness. I 
begged Linda to stop. And then I begged her for more. And yes,
more was to come. This was only the beginning. 

     To this day hubby don't know about this.  Sometimes he
thinks he knows me better than I know myself.  If he only knew
that no man has ever made me have such an intense orgasm as I
did that day!  Salacia is the only lover that my husband doesn't 
know about.  He's send us together sexually a few times, but he
has know idea how much I love her and she me.  I hope you are able 
to find someone like her.  I find myself getting jealous of her 
husband, she tells me the same.  Sometimes I wish they both knew.  
I do love my husband, but for sex he could never replace her!

     Well hope you write back.  I would love to hear about
you and your lovers. Later Hun!

Luv, hugs and kisses...
Deb

