The days and weeks after our experience with the strange man proved that we had indeed solved my husband’s nightmare problem, but it had created another one. It exposed a side of me that I never knew existed. In a single night of uninhibited lust I had been converted from a loving and faithful housewife to a wanton perpetually aroused and horny mature woman barely able to control her sexual urges. My libido had begun taking me places I would never have gone before, going so far as to hiding myself in the washroom at work to masturbate to the mental image of an attractive client. Sometimes, those clients were female.

Not once in my past life had I considered being with a woman. I’d never fantasized about it, was never even curious, not even in university when my friends were experimenting with sex and finding their sexuality. I was a one-woman girl my whole life. But then everything changed when my husband’s nightmares started, and we found the cure together.

I repeated my promise to never, ever cheat on him more and more frequently as if my heightened libido made me somehow unfaithful. It became harder and harder when I took my overnight work trips, when he wasn’t able to join me. Before our experience with another man, I was blissfully unaware of the many opportunities to stray, even when they were obviously right in front of me. Lately, I found I was not only aware of them, but I was actively seeking them out, stopping just before making that first move or politely declining when that move was made on me.

Of course, I confessed all of this to my husband. I told him of my recklessness and my desires and promised him that I would never act on them. He said over and over that he believed me but I was not completely convinced.

The one upside to all of this was that when my husband and I made love, I was completely uninhibited, begging for him to fuck me in all three holes and joyous taking his cum anywhere he chose to deposit it.

It happened so innocently, I didn't realize it and I almost fucked up the opportunity. It was during a weekend first aid refresher course that I met Stacia, and we ended up as partners when we had to practice tying slings and splints on each other. She was younger than me by nearly two decades but we got along famously as we chatted during the exercises. As I tied a splint along her forearm, my hand brushed her breast and I felt how firm it was. I looked at her and apologized, she just smiled and said it was okay.

Then it was her turn to practice on me, she had to immobilize my arm for a suspected broken clavicle. This required that the sling go under my arm, and as she slid it into place, her hand lingered a bit before moving along. "Sorry!" she said with a smile. I nodded and inhaled deeply, her scent was very noticeable, both her body spray and that natural scent of an aroused woman. When she leaned in to tie the knot, I inhaled deeply and whispered, "I love your scent!"

"Thank you," was her reply. We continued with the exercises, switching off so we could both practice. When the training was finished, I looked at her and smiled. "I'm sorry that this is finished."

"Why don't we go grab some supper? I like talking to you!"

"Let me call my husband so he doesn't expect me home," I replied. I excused myself and thumbed the screen, "Hi, Sweetie! We don't have anything in particular going on tonight, do we?" He answered that we didn't, so I told him I was going to have supper with someone who was at the training with me.

"No worries, have fun! Call me if you need a ride home!" he replied. I promised that I would and went back to meet my new friend.

"Do you have some place in mind for supper?" I asked.

"Do you like Greek?" she asked in return. I confirmed that I did so she suggested a new place not far from where she lived. She didn't own a car so I drove following her directions as as I navigated my way, I occasionally felt her hand on my arm as she animatedly talked about how she loved her neighbourhood.

"I grew up on Willow," I told her. "The brick bungalow on the corner."

"I love that house!" she gushed. "It's got such beautiful gardens!"

"I know, my parents planted them!" I replied.

We got to the restaurant and as we waited we enjoyed some wine and chatted more about the neighbourhood. By the time our meals were gone we were both getting tipsy. That's when the conversation turned.

"I quite like living alone," she said. "But there's one thing I really miss."

"Oh? What's that?" I asked.

She hesitated, "I don't much like sleeping alone, if you catch my drift."

"Me neither," I agreed. "I mean, once in a while, when I travel for work, I don't mind, but I don't think I would like it all the time."

She sighed, "I have a few things that get the job done, but I miss the real thing, you know?" My mind instantly went to my fantasy of my husband and me sharing ourselves with an attractive woman. I reached out and took her hand.

"I might have a temporary solution to your little problem," I suggested. She stopped with her glass at her lips and raised her eyebrows. "Not here," I said. We drained our drinks and paid the bill before moving outside to wait for my husband to arrive. Thankfully, we didn't have to wait too long.

The weather had turned, and a fine drizzle was falling, so we huddled under the canopy over the restaurant door while we waited. I could feel her body, warm and close to me in the evening chill. Neither of us had brought outer clothes so we were dressed only in yoga pants and t-shirts. My gaze caught her breasts, her nipples standing out stiffly in the cool air, then my eyes laocked onto hers and she smiled.

"Is that him?" she asked as headlights swept over us.

"No, our car is bigger than that," I replied. I reached over and pulled her close to me, "It's chilly, do you mind?"

"No," she smiled up at me. "I don't mind at all." Our eyes stayed locked on hers, and I saw her pupils dilate. I imagine mine dilated as well.

"You are so pretty," I whispered. I leaned forward and watched her eyes close just before I closed mine, and our lips met. I'd never kissed a woman before, not like that, and was surprised at how firm the pressure of her lips was against mine.

It didn't last long, just long enough for a rush of warmth course through my body. I felt that familiar feeling in my tummy. "That was nice," she whispered and just then a car horn sounded, and my husband pulled to the curb.

I opened the back door for her to get in and then got in behind her. "Hi girls, how was dinner?" he asked, oblivious to the heat we were both feeling.

"It was good," I said. "This is Stacia, we were partners at training today. Stacia this is my husband, Jack."

"Hi, Stacia, it's nice to meet you," Jack said.

"Nice to meet you too, Jack," she replied. "Um, I'm not far, just take the next right, I'm six houses down on the left." We pulled away, and I felt her squeeze my hand and lean in closer. "I wish the ride was longer!"

"Mmm, me too!" I whispered back as I squeezed her hand. I switched my gaze from her face to my husband's reflection in the rear-view mirror and my eyes caught his. I raised my eyebrows and ne nodded slightly so I looked back at Stacia and leaned over to kiss her. This kiss was much firmer than our previous one as my tongue flicked forward uncommanded to meet hers. Our lips parted and we looked at each other.

"Would you like to come up for a drink or something?" she asked softly.

"Maybe," I replied. I looked at my husband, "What do you think, should we go up for a drink or something?"

"Whatever you want, Baby!" he replied. I saw him shift and knew the reason. His hand dropped to his lap and he adjusted his cock. I turned back to Stacia, "I could go for another drink and maybe some or' something!"

"Me, too!" she whispered and we resumed kissing for the minute or so that was left in our ride to her house.

"Just pull around back," she said to Jack. I felt the car shift as he turned into the driveway and around to the back of her house.

"You go in, I need to speak to my husband for a minute," I said. She smiled and winked at me, kissing me once more before getting out. It was full on raining by this time and I watched her hustle up the steps to her back door, unlock it and disappear inside.

"Is this happening?" I asked.

"Depends on what this is," he replied.

"Stacia has a problem," I said. "And you have the solution!"

"And I suppose there's nothing in it for you?" he teased.

"There might be a little something," I teased in return. "I'm chilly, let's go inside!"

We got out and scampered through the rain into the house. I closed and locked the door behind me and turned to see Stacia holding out a towel. "For your hair," she said as she turned to a cabinet and removed a bottle of cream-coloured liquid. "You like rum cream? It's the best in coffee or hot chocolate to warm you up!" She went into the kitchen for a moment and returned. She came over to us and wrapped us in a group hug. It was now or never.

I leaned in and kissed my husband softly and then turned to kiss Stacia. "Excuse me, I have to use the washroom." I left them in each other's arms and snuck a peek back over my shoulder as I left the room. I was rewarded with the sight of them smiling at each other and then leaning forward.

I tried not to hurry so they would have time to get started, but my excitement made me rush. I washed my hands and returned to find them kissing. Jack's t-shirt was on the floor beside them. I went over to them and shared a kiss with each of them before sinking to my knees and starting to undo his belt. I looked up at Stacia, "Join me?"

She smiled and then looked at my husband, "Excuse me!" She knelt beside me and together we managed to get his pants around his ankles. "Mmm, nice!" she whispered as she took his shaft in her fingers and inspected it. "I like a man who is cut!" She looked at me, "May I?"

"Be my guest!" I laughed. I watched as she opened her mouth and extended her tongue, licking him slowly from base to tip before taking him in. Little by little, his shaft disappeared past her lips. This was not exactly how I'd imagined this scene in my dreams, but I didn't mind. I knew if I was patient, I would get to taste her before too long.

Jack groaned loudly as his cock slipped into her throat easily, this girl had some serious skills as she deepthroated him, something I'd only recently mastered myself. I had always been afraid that I would make a gross mess if I did that, but with practice and patience, I managed it. I bought my fingers up and touched the diamond earrings my husband had given as his thanks for my performing that particular skill.

"My turn!" I whispered, and Stacia looked at me. She moved away and my husband's cock glistened in the soft light.

"You are a lucky girl, Moira! Your husband has a perfect sized cock for sucking!"

"It's perfect for other things too!" I grinned before opening wide and taking him into my throat. I felt her stand up and glanced up to see her kissing him again.

I sucked on him for a bit and then stood up beside them. "So are we going to doo this here on the floor or is there someplace more comfortable?" I asked. Stacia grinned and took Jack's hand, leading him back through the house to the master bedroom.

"Will this do?" she asked, waving her hand toward a large canopied four-poster bed.

"Nice!" I said, and we came together again. A few moments later, we were on the bed, pawing at each other's remaining clothing. As each bit of her body was exposed, I explored it with my lips and fingers.

I felt her hands firm on my shoulders, pushing me onto my back. "Can I taste you?" she asked as she began moving lower. I opened my legs up and closed my eyes to enjoy the exquisite feeling of a woman's lips on my body for the first time. I felt the bed shift and son her tongue brushed my clit. I moaned loudly as she explored my folds with her tongue and fingers.

The bed shifted again and I looked down to see my husband, his erect cock sticking out, move in behind her and grasp her hips with his strong hands. "Mmmmmm," the vibrations went through my clit as her lips were locked onto it as the man I loved sank his cock into her. "Fuck I need this so bad!"

"Shut up and lick my pussy!" I commanded, and soon the bed was rocking as we all found the rhythm. Between the suckling sounds of her lips, my moans of pleasure and the soft slapping of Jack's hips against her backside, the room was filled with the sounds of our lust.

Soon, I heard the familiar grunt from my husband that told me he was very close. "Fill her up, Baby!" I moaned. "Fill that pussy so I can lick it clean!" My fantasy dreams had a number of variations but they always included me licking my husband's cum from our lover's pussy. Her body shifted as he drove himself into her over and over until, with a final drive, he unloaded inside her.

His orgasm triggered hers and hers triggered mine as the room was filled with our moans, grunts and screams. When I came, I squirted my cum onto Stacia's face, something I did only rarely. The last time I'd squirted like that was the night my husband hired that handsome young man to fuck me senseless. Each squirt was timed with a loud squeal as I came over and over. Stacia hung in there, not slacking until I pushed her away, "Enough!" I shouted, unable to take any more stimulation of my clit and G-Spot.

My husband decoupled from her and flopped down beside me. "Fuck!" was all he could manage which started me giggling.

"Exactly!" I answered.

"Um, did somebody say something about licking my pussy clean?" Stacia asked.

I looked at her, her eyes wide in anticipation as she rolled onto her back and spread her legs. "I've never done this before!" I whispered.

"It's okay, you know what to do!" she whispered back. From the sounds she was making as I licked and suckled on her, she was right. I collected Jack's cum as it trickled out of her, pausing every so often to look at her pussy up close. The colours were the most beautiful I had ever seen.

"Can I have a turn?" I heard my husband ask as he moved beside me.

"Of course! Sharing is caring!" I laughed, and as I moved away, he moved in. I moved up to share his taste with her. "I'm doing that again later!" I breathed between kisses.

"Fuck I'm coming again!" she moaned as she clamped her thighs against his head. Her fist grabbed his hair and held him in place as she came.

He relented and moved up between us, and the three of us shared soft kisses. I looked at Stacia, and she smiled at me. "So how's it feel to know you're bisexual?" she asked.

"I should have done this years ago!" I replied, and we kissed some more.

"We should have done this years ago!" my husband said.

"I'm not sure who's better?" she breathed.

"Better at what?" I asked, thinking I knew the answer.

"At licking pussy, of course!" she giggled.

"He's had a lot more practice!" I laughed. "Maybe you and I can remedy that!

We snuggled and kissed and eventually fell asleep.

When I awoke, it was still dark. I heard the sound of running water and an occasional giggle as I realized where I was and what had happened over the past few hours. I lay there listening for a few moments and then got up and followed the sounds of my husband and new girlfriend sharing a shower. As I entered the washroom, I heard her moan loudly, "Yes, Jack! Right there!" I opened the glass door and saw her buckled down with my husband's hand between her thighs,

"Having fun with my husband?" I teased.

"I am!" she moaned. "Fuck, don't stop!" I watched as she came, loudly and wetly, under my husband's well-practiced ministrations. He had fingered me to orgasm many, many times, most recently the previous weekend as I fantasized aloud about finding a young, pretty woman I cold fuck. Strike that one off the bucket list!

As her orgasm subsided, she reached out to me. "Fuck I needed that!" We kissed, and I watched the water run down over her face.

"Happy to help!" I whispered. We kissed some more and then she looked at me slyly.

"Excuse me!" she said, and she sank to her knees on the hard tile. I sank down with her and soon, Jack's cum was spurting out all over our faces. We hungrily licked each other clean and then stood up to share the remains with him. "I've never been with a guy who did that before."

"If he expects me to taste it, he should be willing to as well!" I replied. We all laughed and kissed some more before getting out and clumsily drying each other off.

"There's a clean bed down the hall," Stacia said.

"Is there room for three in it?" I asked. She shook her head. "Then this bed will do." I climbed in, ignoring the damp spots from our earlier activities and reached out to them. "Can I be in the middle?" I asked. They both smiled and got in beside me.

The next morning, I woke up and Jack wasn't with us. I rolled into Stacia, and she looked at me. "Where's Jack?" I asked.

"He left us to be alone," she replied. "Come here, you!" An hour later, we were sweating and sated as we'd made each other cum with our fingers, lips and tongues.

We rolled out of bed and went out to find my husband standing over the stove preparing breakfast. "You girls hungry?" he teased.

"We shouldn't be," Stacia giggled.

"I'm famished!" I said. Stacia fixed coffee and we ate, not saying much as we looked at each other, unsure of where we go from here.

"So, do you guys have any plans for the rest of the weekend?" Stacia asked.

"We were going to go to the farm market," I said.

"Let's all go," she said. "Then maybe we could come back here."

"That's a plan!" Jack said.

Three more times that day we fucked, lastly with Jack filling my bum with his cock while I ate Stacia's delicious pussy. As we lay panting afterward, Stacia whispered, "I've never done that."

"It's a fairly recent thing for us," I said.

"Does it hurt?" she asked.

"Not if you prepare yourself properly," I said. "Would you like me to help you?"

"Maybe next weekend," she said.

"Can't next weekend, we have a thing," Jack said. We didn't, but I knew him well enough to know that he wanted us to talk about things some more before we went any further.

"Oh, right," I said.

"Oh, okay," Stacia said. We helped her clean up and change all her bedsheets before making ready to go. "It's been a long time since I had a weekend that was this much fun," she smiled.

"Us too," Jack said. He leaned down to kiss her softly. "I'll leave you girls alone for a minute. He left and went out to the car. I turned to her and we embraced each other.

"You never forget your first!" I said. She smiled and nodded. "I think I was meant to be bi."

"I know I am," she said. "I hope we can get together soon."

"All of us or just you and me?" I asked.

"Either," she said. "Or both?"

"I'll talk to Jack," I said. We kissed goodbye. "I will call you, I promise."

"Okay!' she whispered, and I left. I joined my husband in the car, and he looked at me.

"Holy fuck, Moira! That was fucking amazing!"

"Amazing enough to do it again?" I asked. He smiled and nodded. I reached over and held his hand, and turned to see Stacia standing in the doorway. I blew her a kiss, which she caught and returned. "I wonder what other fantasies we have that we don't know about yet?"