My Coming Out - Another Step

I had been looking at the computer screen so intently that I didn't hear my husband enter the room and step up behind me. "Hey Honey, what are you looking at?"

I was totally mortified. My face was beet red as I frantically tried to erase the screen. I repeatedly clicked the "back" and "close" buttons but it was no use. The damned computer had chosen that moment to lock up. And, on the screen, was the photo of a semi-nude woman under the caption of "Women Seeking Women"!

I was furious; first, at my husband (unfairly), and then at myself, that I had been so stupid as to be caught looking at photos of other women. Gary, though, was totally unconcerned. "Hey, she's pretty hot."

I said nothing in reply even though I was a bit relieved that he didn't appear to be too shocked. OK, I have to admit that I had been more than a little curious about the subject of "women being with women" (nothing serious). However, some of the porno movies that Gary had brought home had featured some girl-on-girl scenes as part of the plot (if you can call it a plot!) and those scenes did arouse some curiosity in me. For the past few weeks I had looked at some of the "adult swap" web sites concentrating on the "Women Seeking Women" sections. Now, Gary had caught me dead to rights and I really didn't know what to say.

Gary was now looking at me expectantly; waiting for me to say something. There was nothing else to do except to "'fess up". I tried to be nonchalant. "I was just curious, that's all. It's no big deal. I was just messing around."

Gary just smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "Hey, like you said, it's no big deal." However, Gary and I have been married a long time. Even though we're certainly not "old married folks", we do know each other very well and we do know when there's something on the other person's mind. We've always been totally honest with each other and this time wasn't going to be any different.

I leaned back in my chair, crossed my arms, and began to speak. "Look, since I saw some of the videos with two women together, I just became curious." It was my turn to shrug my shoulders, "I'm not about to go running out with other women. You know that."

Again, Gary smiled. For the next hour we talked about a number of things concerning our own sexuality and what it meant in our marriage. Nothing too heavy but it did clarify a few things for both of us. Finally, Gary looked back at the computer screen and then back to me.

"Look Honey, you do what you want to do. Whatever you do is fine with me as long as you don't sneak around. For right now, why don't we do this? Since you're just curious about the whole scene, why don't I take a picture of you and you can answer any of the ads that you want to? Your face won't be in the picture and since we've got call-blocking, no one will know who you are. What do you think?"

I thought about it and couldn't come up with any negatives about it. I nodded my head and we both went into the bedroom. There was no way that I was going to answer an ad with a photo of me totally naked. Instead, I picked out a white bikini and changed. Gary took five or six quick photos and uploaded them to our computer. We finally selected one in which my body was shown but my face was turned away from the camera.

For the next two hours I sat at the computer and reviewed the category that I was interested in. I looked only at women that seemed close to me in age and who were married. I finally selected seven or eight and gave a standard, rather generic, reply to all of them.

It didn't take long for the responses to come back. The very next day I had replies to all of my selections with accompanying phone numbers. I picked up my cell phone, took a deep breath, and began punching in numbers.

To put it mildly, the results were disappointing. There were a couple of numbers in which no one answered. Of those that did answer, one woman would not speak to me unless her husband talked to me first (to heck with that!), the next woman had an accent that distinctly sounded like "South Georgia trailer park" (along with the sounds of several children running around in the background), and the last woman had a voice that sounded like Lurch in "The Adams Family". I was beginning to get a bit discouraged.

However, "plowing ahead", I dialed the next number. This time, a bright, bubbly voice answered and when I identified myself (naturally, not giving my full name) the response was an "Oh gosh, I'm so glad you called!"

As we talked, I looked up at the computer screen at her photo. The photo was taken from a distance that made it impossible to tell much about her. In the photo she was wearing short shorts and a halter top. She was also wearing sun glasses and, of all things, a Stetson. I could see that she had short blonde hair and was very petite. However, the verbiage accompanying the photo was really what had caught my attention: "Married woman would like to meet the same. No rednecks please. If your husband is interested, that's fine but he can join in only after we've had our fun."

All in all, I couldn't tell much from the photo. Still, I couldn't help but be interested. She (her name was Karen) was obviously intelligent and very easy to talk to. Like me, she had been married for nearly ten years, had no children, and was a professional (physical therapist). We talked for the next hour as if we were old friends and I became very relaxed about the entire situation. Finally, Karen asked, "Uh, would you like to meet for a drink?"

There wasn't any hesitation on my part. We agreed to meet the next evening at a restaurant on the north side of Atlanta that had a small, quiet bar. I told Gary about it and showed him Karen's ad. Gary did a double take at the picture and what Karen had written. Now, HE was plainly interested. "Geez, she's really attractive, isn't she?"

I shrugged and nodded my head but I couldn't help thinking that his response wasn't totally what I had expected. It wasn't a bad response; I just wasn't expecting it. "Are you still OK with this?" I asked. Gary smiled back at me, "This might be interesting."

"That was an understatement", I thought to myself. But, according to plan, when I returned home the next day I quickly showered, changed, and drove over to our agreed upon meeting place. It took me only about 30 minutes to reach the place; pretty good by Atlanta standards. I went in the front door and turned left into the dimly lit bar. In the semi-darkness I couldn't make out anyone who fit Karen's description and began to think that she might have changed her mind. However, then, I heard a feminine voice, "Lisa?" I turned and there she was.

I was a bit surprised as she was even shorter than I am. I'm only about 5"2' but she was barely five feet tall. I introduced myself and she said, "I've got us a table in the corner so we can talk. Come on." I followed her between the other tables. It was dark but I could clearly make out her body as we went back to our table. Karen was wearing a white top and a denim skirt that was about mid-thigh in length. I couldn't help but notice that she had very muscular legs that flexed with each step she took in her high heels. Her butt was very small for a woman. I mean, I've always considered myself to be "soft in all the right places" but I'm like almost all other women in that my hips flare out a bit. Not Karen. Her body was very lean all over; very athletic.

When we began talking, my guesses about her were confirmed. She was indeed an athlete; in fact, she had gone through college on a four year swimming scholarship at an Atlantic Coast Conference (ACC) University that you would immediately recognize. She casually mentioned that she had done rather well and had even been invited to try out for the U.S. Olympic Team. I was thoroughly impressed and told her so. "Yeah." she said, "Only one thing kept me from making the Team."

"What was that?" I asked.

"I was too fucking slow." was her reply.

A loud laugh shot out of me. I was to find out that this was typical of Karen. Although she was very accomplished at everything she did, she was somewhat self deprecating and had a deliciously wicked sense of humor. And, to hear obscenities like that coming out of this petite blond lady, only doubled the effect. It was impossible not to immediately like her.

While we were talking, I studied Karen's face. Although she was my age (mid-30s), she could have probably passed for being seven or eight years younger. She had her blond hair in a "pixie" cut which made her look very young and she wore almost no makeup. Like me, she was tanned, but, as I said, she was very athletic from top to bottom. We talked for several minutes about where we had gone to college, what we doing in our careers, and just things in general. Then the conversation turned to our respective husbands.

"So do you have a picture of Gary?" Karen asked. I produced a picture of him and showed it to her. "Hey, very nice", was her response. She then fumbled in her purse and showed me a picture of Doug, her husband. The picture was only from his shoulders up but I could see that he had dark hair and was very handsome.

Karen looked into my eyes and asked, "Look, I don't mean to pry but, you know, how do you and Gary get along, you know, in bed?

I didn't hesitate. "Absolutely fantastic," I replied. "He's everything that I've ever wanted." Karen nodded. "So how about you and Doug?" I asked.

Karen's reply was no less positive. "He's great. He's loving, caring, and everything that any woman could want. He's perfect, except for one thing." She pursed her lips as if thinking how she could explain it, "Doug's problem, if you can call it that, is that he goes on for too long." She saw the puzzlement in my eyes. "I mean, every time we make love, he goes on for an hour or more. I mean, he can hold back forever. I really get the feeling that he thinks he's some kind of fucking porn star. I can't figure it out."

Again, I was surprised into a laugh. "A lot of women would like that." I said.

"Maybe," she replied. "The only thing I know is that I'm usually satisfied after a few minutes and any more than that makes me sore. I'm not quite sure what to do."

As our conversation went on, I realized that I was experiencing something new here: a real friend. Sure, I knew a lot of women both at the church and at my school, but I would never have dreamed of talking about something as personal as my and Gary's sex life. It was a completely new feeling for me. I hoped that it could continue.

Still, I just had to ask her, "What does Doug think about you seeing another woman?"

"Oh, he's OK with it," was her response. I got the feeling that there was more she wanted to tell me but I didn't push it. She continued, "Now, my turn; what would Gary say if he saw you with another woman?"

"Well, he's already seen me with another guy, so I doubt that he'd mind all that much." was my reply. Karen's eyes widened.

"What?" was her shocked response. "You mean that you and Gary had a threesome with another guy? I mean, you sweet innocent thing?"

We both laughed and I related to her the night we had spent with Mike. She leaned in very close to me as I went into some of the details of how it happened and what had happened on that night. "Oh, my God!" was her frequent response. After I finished, she leaned back slightly and said, "Lisa, honey, there's more to you than meets the eye."

I laughed but there was a question on my mind too. In a quiet voice I said, "I have to ask, I have the impression that you've been with a woman before. What happened?"

Karen smiled, looked down at the table briefly, and then back at me. "Yeah, I suppose you can say that I've been with a woman before. But, it's been awhile. Come to think of it, a long while." She continued, "The first time was when I was a Freshman in college. I was on the Swim Team and all of us Freshman were assigned a "Big Sister" on the team to guide us along. On my very first road trip, to a swim meet, my "Big Sister" and I were in our hotel room having a bottle of wine." Karen took a deep breath and continued, "I don't know exactly how it started but all of a sudden we began touching each other and one thing just led to another. It was pretty obvious that she had done this before. I had no idea of what was happening, and, because of all the wine, didn't really have a clue. I just knew that it happened and that I hadn't been totally opposed to it."

Karen smiled, a bit on the rueful side, and looked at me. "You don't know how screwed up I was from that experience. I had such a case of the guilts. I mean, it really hadn't been all that bad and I was frightened to death that I was "one of THEM." She shook her head and continued, "I must have balled six or seven guys in the next few months, just to convince myself that I was "normal". It took me a long time to come to grips with the whole situation; that there was nothing wrong with me; that I was "normal" and that it had been just something that happened. Now, what's your story?"

Now, it was my turn to look down at the table. With a suddenly shaky voice I tried to put into words what I had been feeling for the past few weeks and months. "After I saw those women in the videos, I just couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be with another woman. I know that I love my husband and that we have a great sex life, but, still, I can't help wondering." Karen smiled back at me.

"Well, what do you want to do?" she asked. "It's your call and no one else's"

I looked down at the table and then back at her. "Well, how would you like to come over to our place on Friday and see what we want to do?"

Karen giggled like a schoolgirl. "You know, I think I'd like that. Do you want to give me your address?" I quickly scrawled it down on a cocktail napkin and handed it to her.

Karen's eyes widened again. "Oh my God, I don't believe this. We live ten minutes from each other! Doug and I live in the ---- Subdivision!"

I shook my head. I drove by the entrance to that subdivision on my way to my school every morning. This was almost too weird.

For the next hour we talked about everything under the sun except what we were planning for the following Friday. At last, we stood up to leave. "Hey, you'd better call Gary and let him know you're on your way home." Karen said, adding, "I know that he's close by."

I was totally shocked. I hadn't told her anything about that. You see, with all the whack-jobs that populate Atlanta, Gary had followed me in his car and had gone on down to a sports bar that was a little further down the road. "How did you know that Gary was close by?" I asked.

"Because I know that Gary is like Doug. And, right now, Doug is down at Jocks N Jills just down the street." I laughed out loud. That was the exact place where Gary was waiting!

"Oh my God!" Karen exclaimed, "Wouldn't it be a hoot if they were sitting at the bar together?"

We walked out to the parking lot together. When we got to Karen's car, she turned to me and reached out to take my hands in hers, "You know, I'm really looking forward to Friday night."

"So am I," was my reply. I meant every word of it.

My mind was racing as I made the drive back to our home. I had only been in the house a few minutes when I heard the garage door lift and Gary's car come in. When he entered the room, he smiled and asked, "So, how did it go?"

"Fine, she's coming over on Friday night. OK?"

His smile became even wider. "Hey, it's OK with me." Something told me that it was more than OK but I didn't say anything else. Whatever was going to happen, would happen. I'd just take things as they came.

The next couple of days flew by. Neither Gary nor I said anything else about Karen or Friday. I'm sure that Gary was thinking about it but he said nothing.

When I came home Friday afternoon I stopped on the way home and got a bottle of wine (a large one). I knew that I might need a glass or two (or more) if things progressed like I thought they might. I quickly showered and dressed. Since Karen had looked so hot in her short denim skirt, I figured that I would give it a try. At any rate, when Gary got home and walked in, he gave me an appreciative whistle and grinned. He had seen me in the short skirt before and evidently liked what he saw.

Shortly after seven we heard Karen's car enter our driveway, followed by her footsteps to our front door. Opening the door, I greeted her and she handed me the bottle of wine that she had thoughtfully picked up on the way over. (As it turned out, the three of us put away both bottles!)

As she entered, Gary stepped into the room and Karen eyed him up and down. She extended her hand, smiling and saying, "Gary, I've heard so much about you!"

I could tell that Gary was more than impressed. As a matter of fact, he acted a lot like he was being introduced to a movie star and was clearly getting more and more interested. Karen was wearing an even shorter skirt than I had on with a very tight blouse that emphasized her athletic body. She was definitely dressed for the occasion.

I opened one of the bottles of wine and we all sat in the living room. Karen and I sat on the couch while Gary sat directly across from us in a chair. Since we were both sitting with our legs crossed, our short skirts leaving very little to the imagination, Good Old Gary was clearly in Pig Heaven. I don't think his eyes ever went above our bust lines!

As you can imagine, the atmosphere was more than a little tense. I think that all of us were wondering just what was going to happen. At that point, Karen began to subtly shift the conversation toward more sexy topics, occasionally dropping a double entendre (or two) that left little doubt as to what was on her mind. At first, the conversation was a bit juvenile, like kids in a schoolyard. But, gradually, we could all see where this was headed.

"Hey," Gary interjected, "How would guys like to play Bumps and Grinds?"

For all of you that may not have heard of it, Bumps and Grinds is a board game in which the players roll dice and, depending upon where their game piece lands, have to do something such as take a drink, take off an item of clothing, or some other stupid thing. "Hey, that sounds like fun!" was Karen's response.

We all went into the kitchen and sat down at the table. (Gary was very careful to draw the curtains.) As you can imagine, I was more than a little tentative about the whole thing but, thankfully, the wine had started to kick in and soon I was as ready as Gary and Karen to give it a try.

Gary, being the "old horndog", that he sometimes is, seemed to go out of his way to have his game piece fall into a square in which he would have to remove an item of clothing. We had played no more than ten minutes until he was completely down to his under shorts. Then, in his next turn, sure enough, he landed squarely into a "remove item of clothing" area.

Karen laughed loudly. "OK, my rule; when someone takes off their last bit of clothes, they have to stand up!"

Gary didn't have a bit of a problem with that. Standing up, he peeled his under shorts off and "posed" before Karen and I. Karen looked appreciatively at his appendage. "Hey, Lisa", she laughed, "I can see why you always have a smile on your face!"

We all laughed. Well, Gary is well hung and I could see that he was starting to get more excited. His member was definitely getting thicker and was starting to protrude away from his body.

Gary sat down and Karen and I continued to roll the dice. By that time, both of us were down to our bras and panties and definitely beginning to feel the effects of the wine. Finally, my game piece landed on an area that demanded that I take off an item of my clothing. I hesitated for a split second and unhooked the back of my bra and let it slip down.