MARRIED WOMAN’S NEW LESBIAN LOVER

A few months later I told Alan we needed to have a very serious conversation about our sex lives. “We are way past SEX 101,” I explained. “Should we pursue new levels of sexual pleasure? Do you have any special requests in search of new levels of sexual pleasure you would like to share with me?”

My first lesbian experience was a wonderful introduction to new levels of sexual pleasure for me. Something I had only ever dreamed of. Initially I was surprised and flattered by the interest I attracted from other women following our sexual revelation. I was unsure why I attracted other women, perhaps my new slightly, butchy hairdo, or my new range of heels with short skirts? The way I looked at women? Or my generous hips and ass?

My husband was very tolerant of my affairs with other women, though he did insist on giving me approval beforehand. And it was so exciting for all of us when my lovers gave him permission to watch.

This Monday night Alicia is dropping by for coffee with my husband Alan and me. He doesn’t know yet, but Alicia is calling to ask his permission to make love to me next Friday night, something she and I have been planning and wanting for a few weeks,

We met Alicia at a cocktail party for the launch of a new IT service. An incredibly exotic woman, she told us she was born in Thailand, an English mother and an Asian father in the diplomatic service. Within twenty-minutes she was confidently explaining she was gender fluid, though another woman was her first preference.

After Alan I showered together to prepare for Alicia, I took great trouble to dress for her, sexy black, skimpy underwear, a black, cocktail dress and heels with my blond hair slicked back. He chose a more casual look, tight, white slacks and a black shirt.

As we sipped our coffee, my husband and I couldn’t keep our eyes off Alicia as she crossed her wonderful long legs for us, her tight, black skirt half way up her glorious thighs. She really is an incredibly exotic woman, a wonderful mix of Asian and Western, a slim size-10 body, jet black cropped hair, a little taller than average with an intriguing figure.

“I want to make love to your wife Alan, passionate lesbian love. She is the most adorable creature I have ever wanted. Since I met her I have fantasised about her, making love to her, every which way. Your wife told me I need to ask you for your permission to make love to her. Is there anything at all I can do to gain your permission Alan? When we met I explained to you I was gender fluid, though another woman was my first preference.

“As soon as I turned eighteen I was I invited along to diplomatic functions where visiting foreign dignitaries, diplomats, envoys, trade commissioners, men and their wives were entertained, diplomatic relationship building and all that. Some of the entertainment for those people in side rooms and back rooms was amazing for a girl my age. The sexual pleasure some of the western diplomats wives had at some of the events was awesome.

“I was just nineteen when a diplomat’s wife, twice my age seduced me in her lavish bedroom at her embassy. It became a weekly event, and I mean event, she was so talented. Then one week she had a young Thai man with her, my first three-way and the first time another woman had watched a man fuck me. And the first time another man watched another woman tongue fuck me.

“One of the first diplomatic tools I learnt was the classic, old age one, one that is guaranteed to produce the desired result every time, whether it be obtaining secrets, information or permission, one that has won and lost battles and wars.

“What is that diplomatic tool, you ask? Fellatio, a mind blowing blow job. It can be even more exciting for the man with another female watching. Though in some instances far more exciting for the man with another man or boy watching.

“Now where was I Alan? Oh, yes, your wife told me I need to ask you for your permission to make love to her. Is there anything at all I can do to gain your permission?”

Just as I had arranged with Alicia previously, I stood behind Alan and undid the buttons on his shirt, before teasing his nipples. “Alicia wants to make love to me, your wife, this Friday night. And I want her to make love to me, I need your permission Alan. Is there anything at all Alicia can do to gain your permission?”

It suddenly dawned on Alan why Alicia had been telling us about, diplomatic tools, one that is guaranteed to produce the desired result every time, … permission, fellatio, a mind blowing blow job.