This one took time. It certainly wasn’t overnight. And, in a way, I think that’s really hot. It was unexpected, exciting and beyond erotic.

I’ve known her for several years. Friends, who’d talk about all things ‘life’. I know her husband, she knows my partner. I’d see her once a month for a range of beauty treatments. It was a safe space to laugh, chat, and inevitably, talk about sex once in a while.

I knew she was Bisexual. She didn’t know I was initially. Very few people did.

I plucked up the courage to book in an intimate wax with her. By this point, yeah, it’d been years of knowing each other. I had a liking for her physical features, mostly her smile and gorgeous boobs (I’m a boobs girl in the beloved tits or ass debate).

I felt vulnerable having the wax with her. Despite being nervous for the inevitable pain, I was aroused. I fully understood she’d picked up on that. The positioning I had to be in, it felt sexual.

Then, a week later, I got my eyebrows done. I asked a little more about her Bisexuality and confided in her about mine. Apparently, the way I’d been looking at her, it wasn’t a surprise.

Conversation flowed, and I explained I’d told my partner some time ago. She splurged that her husband had a desire to see her with another woman.

We became close, as she leaned over me in the recliner chair and lightly kissed me on the lips. I went bright red, became majorly horny and my breathing intensified. I wanted her.

I told her to leave things with me, planning to go home, not knowing how my man would take it. To my surprise, he was cool with it. I felt awful briefly, a little conflicted, however, explorative. He encouraged me to enjoy some fun with her, away from the treatment room.

We messaged and then met up for coffee. Expectations were laid out that we ‘could’ try something. She, more experienced than me, offered to guide me. I went back to her place and texted my man along the way.

We kissed on her sofa. I hinted at seeing her boobs, which she showed me. Instinctively, with her over me, I flickered my tongue around them. She asked to see mine, so I let her. Her curiosity was with my ass, so I found myself in my thong, bending over while she kissed my cheeks.

I literally want to stop writing to play with myself. I remember this like it was yesterday so vividly.

Kissing some more, I was undeniably wet and had the biggest rush imaginable. I fingered her, and erotically, she fingered herself, placing her two fingers in my mouth.

I’d tasted her. That was a huge step. I didn’t know how far we’d go. I had approval from my man and I didn’t want to waste it, albeit show respect for his (and her) boundaries.

I was laid down, where I found myself cupping my boobs as she went down on me for several minutes. A woman’s tongue is different than a man’s. It was unlike any oral I’d ever had. I couldn’t fully relax to cum.

Sensing I had a little anxiety, however much I was enjoying myself, she paused and grabbed her vibrator. Putting on a show for me, I played with myself and came that way.

We ended things there after she came with the toy. I left an hour later, rushing home to tell my man everything. This led to an intense quickie.

For the next few months, our play time (as we called it) escalated a little. Nothing insane (as much as she wanted to use a strap on with me). We used a dildo on each other, usually with one of us laid down, sharing it, which was hot. I went down on her several times.

Why did things end? We found things were getting too frequent. Sounds like a dream, yeah, but we’re both taken. Deciding to halt things, we remain friends, and I still see her for treatments. It wasn’t a romantic-type thing, purely sexual, although I have a lot of affection for her.

Not everything materialises rapidly. Good things take time. I hope you enjoyed the read as much as I enjoyed the reminiscing.