1. Bi Wife Energy

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Chris, I'm bisexual. It was the first time I had said those words out loud as I confessed to my husband of five years that I'd never been only attracted to men. I know, Sophie, came his response.

You look at women the same way I do. He laughed as he embraced me, making my confession seem trivial. Just another everyday conversation between two lovers.

His next words surprised me, though. Why don't you have sex with women, then? My husband's suggestion took me off guard.

We had been virgins until we got married. I was his first girlfriend, his first kiss, yet he so easily was willing to share me with another. This loving acceptance led me to weep.

Later that night, I installed a dating app on my phone. The next morning, I awoke to several notifications. I scrolled through and found a profile that caught my attention.

A local woman, a cute lesbian that was exactly my type. Her name was Hannah. She was already polyamorous and open to meeting new people.

It was weird sending flirtatious messages back and forth with someone other than my husband. Wait, was she flirting? Or just being nice? How am I supposed to know? When a guy likes me, it's obvious.

Things like complimenting my tits or just flat-out asking for sex. She was being friendly, giving me compliments, but women are just nice to each other. How do I know if she's interested? Fortunately, she got rid of any doubt by asking me out for a date.

She told me she really enjoyed my energy and was excited to be the first woman I've gone on a date with. I accepted right away. I was a little nervous, but so excited to be going on my first date with a woman and my first date at all with a new person in 10 years.

We set a time and date, and all I was left to worry about was what to wear and how to act on a date with a woman. It's the same as with a man, right? Calm down.

You're overthinking this. She's just a person. You just talk and act like yourself.

She'll either like the weirdo you are or she won't, and then you'll move on. As I pulled into the parking lot of the cute bistro where we agreed to meet, my stomach was in jumbles. I'd never been with a woman.

Had no idea what to do. I mean, I know how to pleasure myself, I'm sure I can figure it out, but I'm getting ahead of myself. I don't even know if this will end in sex, it's only a first date.

I walk into the restaurant and see Hannah sitting at a table just as gorgeous as her picture. My nerves quickly dissipate as the conversation's easy. We talk about work, our dating experiences, our sexuality, families, and recent vacations.

Neither of us notice as the hours pass and it starts to get dark. The restaurant's closing, but neither of us is ready to say goodbye. Would you like to chat a bit more in my car? I'd invite you over to my place, but I'm still living with my ex-girlfriend, she suggests, her voice warm and inviting.

I would love to spend more time with you. I haven't talked to my husband about having guests yet, but I definitely don't want this date to end. We go out to her car and Hannah opens the backseat.

This way we can cuddle if we want to. I giggle as I slide into the backseat of her car. I feel like a teenager on my first date, and in a way I am.

Can I kiss you? She blurts out as soon as we close the doors. Yes please, I gulp, wondering what it will feel like to kiss a woman for the first time.

She presses her lips against mine, and they are so soft. It's a new sensation, and immediately I feel warmth between my legs. Kissing her cements all of the feelings that I've pushed back for women ever since I first admired Dana Scully in the X-Files as a child.

She hooks her fingers in the back of my hair, and pulls me closer as my lips separate and her tongue explores my mouth. I return the kiss and move closer to her on the backseat. She pulls back a little and bites my lower lip.

The warmth between my legs is now wetness. I have soaked my underwear from only a kiss. I moan as she moves from my lip to my neck, kissing down my neck and lightly biting my shoulder.

Is this okay? She asks breathlessly. More than okay.

This is magical. I blush at my enthusiasm. I had no idea kissing could be this good.

Well, if kissing is this good, when's the last time you went to second base in the backseat of a car? She asks. Not since high school, but I am so game.

She pulls my shirt off and swiftly undoes my bra. No problems with the hooks or fumbling, since she's used to removing her own. She kisses down my neck, nibbles on my collarbone, and I let out an audible moan.

Her lips and teeth feel so good on my skin. May I touch them? She asks me, her voice husky and full of want.

You can do whatever you want to me. I'll tell you if it's too much. I reply eagerly.

Without hesitation, she grabs my breasts and I continue to moan. I've never had hands as small as mine on my chest, and it's a scintillating and almost unfamiliar feeling. She touches me like I touch myself, knows exactly how to bring me pleasure.

She rolls a nipple between one finger and moves her mouth down to another finger. She kisses softly at first, and my clit starts pounding. I swear I could come just from her mouth on my breast.

She runs her other hand up my leg, below my skirt, and feels my wetness. Let's get these off. She says as I lift my ass off the seat and help her pull my undies down.

They are soaked with desire for her. She moves her hand back under my skirt and finds my clit, and I feel my orgasm start to build as she sucks harder on my nipple and starts to bite. I'm going to cum, and I'm a squirter.

I tell her in between breaths and moan, don't worry, I can get the car clean. It's worth it. She says, pulling away from my nipple and kissing me intensely as she inserts one finger inside me.

I grip her finger as my orgasm hits me and I squirt down my legs onto the seat. She pulls her finger out and tastes me as she moans. Then she pushes me down on the seat and climbs on top of me, raising her skirt up so she can straddle my leg as we continue to kiss.

As she grinds her clit into my leg and bites my lip hard, I cum again. I'm on a hair trigger, and once I've orgasmed once, it's easy to make me cum again. Now it's my turn.

She continues to grind into my hip as our tongues dance and we nibble each other's lips. She pulls my hair to use as leverage as her moans build, and I feel wetness on her underwear and hear her moan as she collapses on top of me. We lay there for a moment, catching our breath, just enjoying each other.

I cannot believe I just came out of the backseat of a stranger's car. Well, not a stranger anymore, the first woman I was ever with. Next time, let's remember to bring towels.

She says as she laughs and we put our clothes back on. She walks me to my car, and after she kisses me goodbye I say, next time, let's get a hotel.