From the outside looking in, my life is perfect. I have Liam, my devoted husband, two adorable children and the means available to be a stay at home mom. This, however, is all a beautifully curated illusion. The truth is, I'm a lonely housewife - cliche, I know, but so painfully true.
I'm Lilli, 30 years old, 5'9 with curves in all the right places. My long brunette hair flows down my back in bouncy curls and I have slutty little glasses that frame my hazel eyes.
You see, I never intended to have an open marriage. Liam was everything a woman could ask for. He's 6'2 with a muscular build and knows how to make you scream out in pleasure six ways to Sunday. Little did I know one innocent message I received from a woman would become the start of my bi awakening and change life as we knew it.
--Two Months Ago--
Another Saturday night passed that I spent alone since Liam was held back at work again.
Over the past few months, we’d kissed any passion in our marriage goodbye. No more nights of sex or quickies in the shower, no teasing texts or surprise visits on his lunch break. Just me and my trusty toys to get me through the night.
As I was reaching for my go-to smutty novel, my phone pinged with a notification and DM. The app that I had downloaded to meet locals in our neighborhood opened to the profile of a stunning woman. Ivy, 33 years old, had thick blond hair and the greenest eyes I’d ever seen. Her DM stated that she had just moved into the area and would love to make some new friends. My picture had caught her eye, and she could just tell we would fit well together.
Thoroughly intrigued, I accepted her request and messaged back. One message became two, which slowly turned into texting every day. Ivy wasn’t wrong; we fit exceptionally well together. We had similar interests and hobbies, and our conversations were never lacking. I didn’t even realize that the loneliness I had been feeling from Liam wasn’t as crushing anymore.
After a few weeks of talking, we set a date to meet at a cafe halfway between our homes. Unsurprisingly, Liam was occupied, so I was readily available when her invitation came through. Dressed in a black top and jeans that hugged my ass like a second skin, I began my drive to the cafe. The anticipation and excitement of finally meeting Ivy was at an all-time high. I was struggling to understand the emotions she brought out in me every time we talked, but when I finally set eyes on Ivy, my body understood before my mind did.
Seeing her sitting there in a baby blue sundress that hugged her frame, pure, unadulterated attraction rushed through me. With my heart racing, nipples hardening, and a tingling between my thighs, I walked up to Ivy’s table.
“Lilli, it’s so good to finally meet you!” she exclaimed, getting up to wrap her arms around me. We were nearly the same height, but where I was curvy, she was petite and slender. Complete opposites that fit perfectly against each other.
I pulled away first and sat across from her. Our conversation flowed just as easily as it had through text, but there was a clear flirtatious undertone. Ivy watched me with a gaze that felt like a caress against my skin. With her, I felt like a woman again, being wanted in ways my husband of eight years had been neglecting.
Two hours flew by, and then life outside of us came calling. Before leaving the table, Ivy pulled my left hand into hers and traced her thumb across the back of my hand, lingering over my wedding rings. In a sultry voice, she murmured, “You are such a gorgeous woman. It truly baffles me how Liam can sleep next to you every night and not be buried between your thick thighs. He clearly isn’t appreciating everything he has right now.”
She leaned in and kissed my cheek, slowly sliding her lips to my ear. “If he won’t appreciate you, then maybe I should. Talk soon, darling.”
With that, Ivy walked out of the cafe, leaving me watching the sway of her hips, completely speechless. The throbbing in my clit from her single statement was a testament to how she was affecting me.
The entire drive home, I kept replaying our conversations, catching the hidden meaning in her words and the sexual undertones that I had been oblivious to. My mind was filled with nothing but Ivy, even as I climbed into bed beside Liam.
I knew I should have felt guilty, thinking about being with Ivy while married, but I was unable to resist the temptation. I ran my hands down my body, watching as the very wedding rings Ivy had caressed that day slid into my panties, while my right hand cupped my breast, teasing my nipple.
Slowly circling my clit, my mind started conjuring up scenarios with Ivy. Her coming into our home, seducing me while my husband lay sleeping beside us, none the wiser. Slowly stripping off my tank top and shorts; sliding my panties down my legs while trailing kisses in her wake. Burying her head between my legs, slowly teasing my clit with her tongue.
The quicker these images flashed through my mind, the more out of control I became. My clit was swollen and throbbing, my pussy so wet that three fingers slid in with ease. Whimpers left my mouth as my left hand vigorously rubbed my clit while my hips thrust up to meet my fingers. “Oh God, Ivy,” I moaned, my head tilted back, not caring if I woke Liam. My entire body was shaking, my pussy pulsing, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.
As I closed in on my release, my phone lit up with a text from Ivy. “Thinking of you, my darling - hopefully you were appreciated tonight.” That’s all it took. Knowing I was on her mind as I fucked myself to the thoughts of her pushed me over the edge. My pussy clamped down on my fingers, and I started cumming harder than I ever had, squirting warmth around them, completely soaking my panties.
As I lay there, aftershocks trembling through my body, I couldn’t help but wonder where we would go from there and what this meant for my relationship with both Ivy and Liam.
To be continued...
