My heart pounded as I waited for Sara to come over to our home—the home I shared with my boyfriend. My phone pinged with a message from him: "Have fun tonight. It's fine with me if Sara sleeps over." "Thank you, love. Maybe some other time. I will call you once she leaves," I replied. "OK. Love you," was his curt response. I smiled. How many men would be so supportive of their fiancée exploring her bisexuality? He helped...

As Sara and I lay in the bed I usually shared with my boyfriend, our tender kisses became more passionate, our bodies awakening to the simmering desire that lingered between us as the afterglow turned into a rekindled flame. Lips parted, tongues met, and hands began to roam, exploring familiar territory with renewed fervor. "You make me so horny, Emma," Sara blurted out, her cheeks flushing. "I've never masturbated as muc...