A quick backstory to water down the crazy - My husband & I just had our first child together. New chapter means new challenges - one being, I needed friends who also were first time moms.

So, I used good ol’ social media to find other new moms in the area to get together with so our babies can meet and play and I had someone to relate with.

After a few failed attempts I finally clicked with another new mama and because super good friends with Lisa. Lisa’s 34, Korean, from the Midwest like me, and amazingly intelligent. Being close in age (29) and having a lot in common, we began grabbing lunch together a couple times a week and taking turns visiting each others homes for the babies to play.

As for why you’re reading this in the first place - Lisa’s bisexual, a single mom, and very open about it.

I, on the other hand, am straight - and shy, and embarrassed, and anxious, and still very confused about this confession.

A couple of months ago I was having just an over the top emotional day. While over @ Lisa’s apartment, after getting our children down for naps I was an emotional wreck. Lisa and I sat, talked, had some tea, then - Lisa kissed me, and without thinking - I kept kissing her. Lisa then kissed my neck, then took off my shirt, and bra - well admittedly I took my bra off - then before I knew it she was playing with my nipples with her fingers and tongue.

Moments later I was pulling my panties to the side, leaning back on her couch, as Lisa got on her knees and ate me out. When I finished, my hands were shaking and I was anxious - but without thinking, went back to kissing her.

Later that night, I told my husband what I had done, and while shocked @ first - he kinda gave me a kiss but don’t tell me about it hall pass - which I was sure I’d never use again.

Two days later - Lisa came to my house for lunch, and after the babes went down for a nap - we had sex in my guest bedroom for almost an hour - it was so sensual, and relaxing. I kept pinching myself mentally like, omg - I’m going down on Lisa right now. It was to the point where I was depressed when I heard her daughter stirring because I didn’t want her to stop fucking me.

Now, we have sex every time we’re together (2-3 times a week). It’s an amazing escape mid week, and I look forward to it often.

I don’t tell me husband, like we agreed, but I also don’t hide it. He sees the hickies on my boobs, bruises on my ass, and the occasional hand print on my cheeks.

As for Lisa, I’m so glad we met, and I love our time together. Admittedly, I’m still processing so much of this - but I’m happy it happened.