Transition into a New Lifestyle

Literotic asexstories – Transition into a New Lifestyle by creamsoda25,creamsoda25
*This story has a lot about piercings in it. So much so, I wasn’t sure if I should put it in fetish or group sex. If you dig them, enjoy. If you aren’t into piercings, it’s probably best to skip this one.

It all started because we were empty nesters. At 45 and 46, our youngest was off to college, and suddenly found ourselves completely alone in a large two story house with 5 bedrooms. All of a sudden the house that had once been so full of laughter rang hollow. It felt ghostly and sad. We needed something else in our lives to hold us together besides the kids. Something we could do together and get excited about.

We tried traveling. We went to Europe and saw our friends more. I tried to get excited about golf and going to the gym, which were my husband’s hobbies, but I couldn’t really get into them. He in turn tried to like art and ballet, but it sort of fell flat. We were living together but felt like strangers that didn’t have anything in common, and I hated it.

That was when I started fantasizing about doing something crazy. Something nobody would ever think I would do, like getting a body piercing. I knew my husband would freak out, and he would probably think I had lost my mind doing such a thing. It was out of my character as a white, upper class woman who taught dance lessons and was on the board of the city ballet, but it fascinated me. Truthfully speaking, it always had, I’d just never thought I would bring that particular fantasy out into the daylight.

Then, one night my husband and I watched a porn together where a beautiful blonde with pierced nipples shared a cock with a petite brunette. In fact, I had noticed that a lot of the videos we watched together featured women with piercings, especially when my husband picked them.

“What do you think of pierced nipples?” I asked after he had blown a load in my mouth and we had turned off the TV. I was trying to act as though I didn’t care what his response would be.

“You’d never do it.” he said.

“You don’t think?” I asked, my heart starting to pound a little.

“Come on, you’re not the type.” he said, rolling over.

I didn’t say anything. He was right. It most certainly was not in my character. I did have my ears pierced, but that was all. I was very buttoned up and straight laced. I had taught dance classes for years, and I had thought pierced nipples wouldn’t really work under a leotard, but the more I told myself I didn’t want them, the more I did. Besides, I could easily hide them from the parents of the kids I taught. I would just have to wear more padding, or some kind of pasties, I reasoned.

“But do you like them?” I asked, not giving up.

“I can take them or leave them.” he said. There was a shrug in his voice. “Why are you asking?”

“I don’t know. I won’t be having more kids.” I said slowly, “and I have always thought they were sort of edgy and attractive. What do you think? Could I pull it off?”

He turned to face me, then reached out his hand and jiggled one of my breasts, trying to imagine a ring through the tender flesh. “You could always take them out if you didn’t like them” he said. “But wouldn’t you want to start small? Maybe get a belly ring first? That’s a hard core piercing, don’t you think?” he said, but I could tell he was getting excited. He moved his hand to his cock to show me how it affected him, even only moments after orgasm. I moaned, and rubbed his erection and inserted it into my pussy.

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Over the next few days, I did a lot of research on nipple piercings. I had thought a lot about it in the past, but never with the express intent of doing it. Now that I really thought I might go through with it, I read descriptions and watched videos of the procedure and what to look for in a place to do it. I even researched after care, and while the time to take them to heal seemed ridiculously long, the next saturday, I booked an appointment.

I drove an hour out of my way to get it done, by myself. It may seem silly, but I didn’t want anybody to recognize me and I wanted to do it as a surprise for my husband. He had gone golfing that morning, then would be at a car show, so I knew he wouldn’t be back until at least mid afternoon. I would have plenty of time to drive there, get it done, then come back.

I drove up to a place called “Etched in Ink” and parked. My legs felt like jelly when I walked in, but I didn’t want to back out. I really wanted to. I couldn’t let the fantasy fester any longer. I needed to get it done.

It turned out the piercer was incredible. I had chosen a female to do it named Lisa, thinking I would be more comfortable, and it turned out to be the case. She had a warm friendly smile, dark bouncy hair and a tattoo sleeve, but most of all, she seemed kind and caring, and intent on making me comfortable..

“Oh you’ll love them!” she said excitedly. “I got mine done about 5 years ago, and it’s been totally worth it.” she said, and pulled up her top to show me her perky breasts that had gold bars through her pink flesh. I told her I thought they were gorgeous, and I was fascinated, looking at the first pierced nipples I had ever seen up close and personal. She then pulled down her top again,and then said “So this is the jewelry you want?” indicating the straight pure gold barbell I had selected, going on the advice from the lady at the front desk.

“Yep. Those are the ones.” I said, starting to freak out, just a little.

“Ok, well. Go ahead and take your shirt off, and lay back.” she directed.

I did as she asked, taking off my loose fitting t-shirt with no bra, knowing I wouldn’t want to wear anything binding after it was done.

Lisa’s back was turned tending to something on the piercing cart, but when I was bare breasted, she turned and smiled.

“You have such beautiful boobs!” she said, looking at them. “And you’re so in shape! ” She said with appreciation. “I try to get to the gym, you know what I’m saying, but I don’t look like that.” she said. I laughed and told her I was a lifelong dancer.

“Ok,” she said, getting back to the task at hand. “I think a 14 gauge should be fine, and maybe 3/4 inch.” she said, then grabbed a ruler to confirm.. She then rolled the nipple in her fingers, and I realized how sensual it felt, as she fondled my breasts a little. I really liked it, but suppressed a moan, then she grabbed a marker and placed a dot on either side of the nipple on each breast. I felt like she may have been touching my breasts a little more than was necessary, but never having had it done before, I wasn’t sure. I knew I liked it though, and felt my pussy tingle.

“Does this look good?” she asked. “Go stand up and look in the mirror.” She directed sweetly pointing to a mirror on the wall. I stood, examining the dots from all angles and decided she had done a good job with placing where the jewelry would go.

After I lay back down, she grabbed a clamp. “Ok, this is always the worst part.” she said, affixing it to my left nipple.

Oh my God, it hurt, but very soon after she said “Take a deep breath.” then in a softer voice. “This is going to be so worth it.” I closed my eyes tight, a second later, it was done.

“Ok, one down!” she said “you alright?” I told her I was, and told her to go ahead and do it before I chickened out. “She went right to the other side and pierced the second one, which did indeed hurt worse than the first, which was what I had read over and over online from people who had done it before me.

“Just lay back for a few minutes.” she said, and realized she looked slightly worried. I realized from her perspective, I must have been displaying signs of fainting, but I actually felt ok.

“Compared to breast feeding, the pain wasn’t all that bad.” I joked, but it was kind of true. My nipples had likely been desensitized, at least a little from breastfeeding three kids.

“Ha!” she said. “I wouldn’t know about that. I’m not a mom, and probably never will be, but I think they look super hot.” she said, and then took out a hand mirror so I could see them while in my reclining state.

They did look great. I couldn’t believe how good they looked, actually. Finally I had done it. I had gotten my nipples pierced, and I loved them. Suddenly I wished I had gotten them done long before.

“Thank you so much!” I told her.

“Ok, you do look a little freaked out, so just sit here for a little while, ok?” she said, though I thought she was being really cautious. “I’ll bring you some water.”

I did lay back for a while, and thought about how I had let this girl handle my breasts. I had never had another woman touch them before, and that had been the hottest part about it, really. I thought about her breasts too. I wondered what it would have been like to roll them around in my hand and kiss them. I wondered if she was into girls, and if she slept with them. She said she didn’t have kids, so maybe.

She came back with a bottle of spring water and I asked some questions about follow-up, even though I had done extensive research.. How long it took for the nipples to heal, and how I should be washing them with antibacterial soap, soaking them in salt water and for how long etc.

“Is the jewelry easy to change once they are healed?’ I asked, thinking of all the cute nipple shields and jewelry I had seen online and couldn’t wait to try.

“Oh yeah.” she said, pulling up her shirt again. “I’ll show you.” she said, and I watched while she unscrewed a ball on the side of her nipple and pulled out the ring. I couldn’t believe how amazingly normal her breast looked without the piercing in.

“It’s super easy.” she said, and then put the barbell back in. “You can’t go for very long without jewelry though.” she said. “They close up fast. Even if they are fully healed, you can’t go for more than about a week, so just know that up front.”

We sat and talked a little longer about how I wanted to surprise my husband, and how I hoped to inject a little excitement into our lives and then I suppose when the color returned to my face she said “Ok, well, I want to see you back in about a month, just to make sure you’re doing ok and the piercing is healing. You definitely have some of the most beautiful breasts and terrific body ” she said. “And that blonde hair too, wow!” she said, building me up. “You’re husband is going to be so excited”

“I bet you say that to everyone.” I said, but she just laughed and looked at me. I wasn’t sure at the time, but I thought something might have passed between us. Maybe. I was probably reading too much into it, getting turned on by someone so willing to give me compliments.

When I got back home and in the privacy of my own bedroom, I took off my top and looked at my newly bejeweled breasts. My nice, full round breasts were pierced. Lisa was right. I did have nice boobs. They were smaller than hers at around a B cup, but the piercings really enhanced them. I had been even more turned on by the way Lisa had touched and fondled them during the procedure. I wondered what it would feel like to have her hands on my other parts as well. How hot it would be for her to fondle my vagina, and maybe even lick it. It made me wonder what other piercings she might have, and that turned me on too.

I had never really fantasized about women before, but there had been something about Lisa. Her sexy, somewhat husky voice, her tattoos, and the compliments she gave and the way she spoke about tattoos and piercings as though she had been discussing the weather.

I realized my pussy was starting to get wet for the second time that day, and I felt so sexy and wanton.

When I looked up, I realized my husband had come home and was staring at me from behind as I gazed at myself in the mirror over the bureau. He looked at me with lust, and something overcame his tanned and handsome features that was animalistic. He wanted me, and it turned me on to see him that way.

“Oh my God, you did it.” he said, coming up behind me and putting his hands on my waist. He then rubbed his hard cock, clothed by his golfing shorts, against my butt. “Can I touch them?” he asked, starting to reach for them, but I explained he couldn’t for a few months at least as they needed to heal. “Well, I can look at them anyway, and they are sexy as hell.” he said, and I ground my but into his crotch area, and looked how hot my piercings looked with my very appreciative man behind me.

His hands migrated to underneath my breasts and he moaned and gathered them in his hands without touching the nipples. He then sort of gathered them together, his eyes shiny with approval as he clearly enjoyed watching them move as he giggled at them.

At that moment, I sort of wondered what Lisa’s much larger breasts would look like in his hands. How they would move and how sexy it would be to touch or lick her nipples myself, and watch my husband do it.

A few moments later, my husband took his hands from under my freshly pierced tits and pulled down my skirt.

I was more fired up and wet than I had ever been in my life, wanting to get fucked by my husband. “You’re an edgy bitch now, aren’t you.” Don whispered in my ear. “Did a guy do it? Did you get off on him feeling your boobs?” he asked as he thrust himself into me.

“No, a girl.” I said with a wry smile. “A girl was touching my breasts, and I liked it.” I whispered and somehow, just admitting it to my husband made my pussy go into overdrive. I thrust my head back, and pushed back as hard as I could against his hot dick.

He thrust into me, and I kept whimpering for more and more cock, wanting it harder, deeper and faster until I couldn’t take it anymore, and came hard on his dick, letting out all the pent up sexual tension that had been building up inside me from that morning up until now.

“Oooh, fuck!” he said loudly as my vagina contracted around him, and then his cock erupted inside of me as I stood bent over the dresser.

“Oh my God.” I said, coming down from my high, pulling down my skirt, and going over to the bed to sit and calm down from such an intense experience.

“Do they hurt?” my husband asked, wanting to get the details now that he had gotten the first bit of pleasure from my nipple piercings.

“It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.” I said, honestly. “Right now, I’d say they feel raw, but I’m sure they will heal up and I can just play with them and enjoy them.” I told him. “The girl who did them showed me hers. She got them 5 years ago, and they looked perfect. I’ll see her again in a few weeks to make sure they are healing alright.”

“Hmm.” he said. “She did a good job,” he told me. “Tell her I approve when you go for the follow up, ” he told me.

Over the next weeks, my husband and I had sex a lot more than we had in a long time, and my nipples were super sensitive from the piercing. It was like the piercing had reinvigorated our sex life. After about three weeks, I let him fuck my breasts, and he came all over them twice in one night. It was like we were a new couple in love. It seemed to drive him crazy when I wore shirts to sleep in that showed my piercings, and he loved it when I reminded him of what lay under my shirt in public. How I couldn’t wait to change the jewelry, and let him see my bare breasts with lacy sexy underwear and half bras.

I think mostly, he liked that I was such a conservative girl, and nobody would ever suspect that under my classic style suits, dresses, shoes and accessories, I had holes in my nipples. I even thought about adding to my look by getting a small tattoo by my pussy, or getting my belly button pierced, and Dan seemed to heartily approve.

When I finally went to my follow up appointment with Lisa, she was thrilled with how my nipple piercings were healing up.

“They look fantastic!” she said, and touched my boobs with her whole hand, turning me on. “You’re doing such a great job taking care of them too. Did your husband like them?” she asked, arching her eyebrow.

I laughed. “He thinks they are amazing!” I said, “Thank you. He wanted me to be sure and tell you what a great job you did.”

She beamed. “Well, the after care is key.” she said, and then I approached her about the idea of getting a belly ring, and/or a tattoo to complete the look.

“Oh, I knew you’d be back for more.” she said, and gave me another megawatt smile. “Do you have an idea for a tattoo?” she asked.

“Well, no. But I was thinking of something on the hip.” I said.

“Ok, well, as you know a tattoo is like marriage, and a piercing is a mistress. I just mean that you can take a piercing out and nobody will ever know you had it, but a tattoo on the other hand is for life, so be sure you’re sure.” she then paused and added “Says the girl with the tattoo sleeve and several back tattoos.”

“Are you glad you got yours?” I asked her.

“There are a few I don’t like, but I mostly dig them. I think you want a traditional look though, right? Something small and kinda classy?”

“Yeah, I don’t know yet. I guess I’ll think more about it, but let’s do the belly button.”

“That sounds great.” she said, and then got everything ready to pierce my belly saying she didn’t want me to have to come back for another appointment since she wasn’t terribly busy that day.

I found the procedure quick and painless compared to the nipples, and I was super happy I had it done. I felt so sexy and exotic, and that I didn’t look strange anymore having my nipples pierced without my belly since the two somehow went together in my mind.

When it was all done, she brought me water just like she had when I got my nipples done, and since she was all caught up on appointments that day, she stayed and talked to me for a while. She told me how she had gotten into tattooing and piercing. It turned out that she had gone to art school, and had always loved to draw. She started designing tattoos for her friends, and then eventually decided that she wanted to learn how to tattoo so she could make a living for herself. At the time, she had a few designs on her body, but wanted more, and now 15 years later, she had a tattoo sleeve, pierced her nipples, belly button and VCH. She also told me she had been a tattoo model in a few online magazines, and I saw a few pictures on the wall I hadn’t noticed before of her in provocative, sexy poses that showed off her sleeve. She also showed me a portfolio of paintings she had done, and I told her with genuine awe that I really liked them.

I also told her a bit about myself. How I had been to school for dance, and taught, but never really made the big time. Still, I was able to support the arts, and sat on the board for the City Ballet, and talked about what the upcoming season was going to be like. I also told her how I had my kids young, and hadn’t really been able to express myself. How I had been stifled, but now that the kids were out of the house, I felt a new freedom, and wanted to express that with my body.

She seemed to get that, and told me I certainly wasn’t the only one. I booked my follow up appointment, and in the meantime, she told me to really think about a tattoo, and what I might want, and she would be happy to draw up a few designs.

My husband loved the belly ring, and was just as turned on as he was by my nipple piercings, and I really thought about the tattoo. I didn’t want to get a butterfly. I thought that was too cliche, even though I was sort of going through a metamorphosis, transitioning from mom to whatever I was now, it seemed too obvious. Maybe just a design would be nice, but I wasn’t sure exactly who I was now.

When I went for my follow up appointment for my belly ring, I found that I had actually really looked forward to seeing Lisa. I really liked her. The easy way she had with me, and how she seemed so free. She was obviously independent,and single, and seemed to just have life figured out. She knew who she was, and was unapologetic about it. In her mid 30’s and fabulous.

“So did you think about that tattoo?” she asked after looking over my belly button piercing and proclaiming that she wished all her clients took such good care of their piercings.

“I have but I still don’t know.” I said, “I’ll keep thinking about it.” I said, still not sure what I wanted to commemorate on my body. I could do something with my children in mind I supposed, but I wanted my body art to be more of an expression of who I was apart from my kids or even my job as a dance teacher. “I guess I want to experience new things first. Do something worth commemorating, or figure out who I am before I commit to anything really.

“Ok, well. I’m here when you’re ready.” she said.

She started to go, but I said “You know, I’m having a little get together at my house if you want to come.” I said on a whim. I guess I thought she would probably say no. I didn’t even really have anything planned. I just wanted to see her, and that was the first excuse I could think of to get her to come.

“Wow, you must live in a mansion.” she said after I gave her the address.

I shrugged. “We do ok, I guess”

“Well, I mean, I’m not doing anything. A free dinner would be nice.” She said, and it would be nice to do something different for a change.”

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For the next few days, I stressed over dinner, and scrambled for guests to invite. I extended an invitation to couples I knew, but in the end only the Benedicts, the most boring couple I knew, said yes.

“Well, I said we were having a get together. It just flew out of my mouth.” I told Dan after he questioned why I didn’t just invite Lisa alone. “I don’t want to look like a liar. I really like her. She’s the first person I’ve clicked with in awhile. If she came over and there wasn’t anybody else here, I’d look like a fraud.” I said.

“I guess.” he said, though I knew he thought I was overthinking it.

The night of the party, Lisa showed up before the Benedicts. “Hi!” she sang as she entered with a big smile on her face and handed me a bottle of wine.

“Come in, come in.” I said, returning her grin and led her into the living room off the kitchen. I looked over at my husband who seemed pleased she was so attractive. She was wearing a red dress, but it was conservative and flowing, with a hemline that went past the knees and had long sleeves, probably to hide her tattoos. She had worn her hair loose, and it flowed over her shoulders. Her black high heels popped, and matched her smoky eyes and somewhat understated make up. I only saw one tattoo on her body that was on her ankle.

Dan, Lisa and I had a few minutes of topical conversation before the Benedicts arrived, looking every inch the politician and his trophy wife (though Calvin was an investor). We then started what seemed like the most boring evening in recent memory.

The Benedicts always came off as snobs to me. The type of people who went on trips and vacations for show, and cared about things like what neighborhood you lived in and what car you drove. I always got the impression that if we didn’t live where we did,(at least prior to the dinner with Lisa) Melissa would have deemed us on her social black list.

This evening, the Benedicts droned on about their latest visit to France. Of course a trip to France sounded amazing, but the way they told it, they made it seem as though they had been everywhere else, so they decided to go back to France for the 10th time simply because our town was so dull and boring, they couldn’t stand it.

They mostly went on about Paris, the flight over, and the shopping that could be done there. We also talked about jewelry. Calvin had gotten Melissa another diamond tennis bracelet to commemorate their 20th wedding anniversary, (and I thought, likely a face lift) and of course Melissa talked incessantly about the club and gossip going on there. “You do know that Clement is having an affair.” she said. “That’s what happens when you’re rich and bored.” she said. “Going behind your spouse’s back is abhorrent.”

When Melissa and Calvin had talked incessantly about themselves for the better part of an hour, Melissa finally asked Lisa “So how do you all know each other?”

I just smiled, not really caring what Melissa Benedict thought of me, and said “Lisa and I are friends.” and beamed.

Melissa looked at Lisa as though she had been slapped for a split second, and then recovered. “I see.” she said, surprised Lisa wasn’t interviewing for a housekeeping position.

“Lisa is a great artist.” I told her, “We’re thinking of purchasing one of her pieces.” I said, thinking of the tattoo I was going to get, but didn’t need to tell her about that. “I’ve always had such an appreciation for visual art.” I said to Melissa, surprised she expressed any interest in anything I had ever done. Truthfully, she’d never asked me anything about myself personally, and had only really been interested in the types of cars we drove and where we had gone on our last vacation. I always thought it was likely because she herself hadn’t ever done anything useful except for marrying Calvin Benedict.

“Oh. Well, perhaps you’d like to help me select a piece for my guest house.” she said to Lisa with an air of superiority. I was surprised she didn’t put out on the table exactly how much she was willing to pay so she could show off to me.

“Absolutely.” Lisa said with a smile. “I can tell you have really good taste.” Melissa drew herself up as though it were a compliment, but it sounded sarcastic to me.

After a few minutes, though, Lisa started talking to Melissa about what she might be interested in as far as an art piece, and I was impressed how much Melissa seemed to know about art.

She seemed to be quite knowledgeable, and had even gone to school to be an architect. “I dropped out to marry Calvin.” she said “It’s one of my regrets, but I did love it.” she said, and they continued the conversation through dinner about impressionism and then post impressionistic painting.

By the time I had brought out the creme brulee, I was starting to think that maybe I had misjudged Melissa and Calvin Benedict. Maybe they weren’t that bad. Maybe it was me that hadn’t been willing to push through the superficial to see what lay on the other side. She almost seemed caring and sensitive, and Melissa and Dan together seemed much more like me and Dan. Just parents that were trying to figure out who we were now that our children had flown the nest.

About an hour later, after several more glasses of wine, Melissa started slurring her words a little and asked Lisa, “what is that tattoo on your ankle?”

‘Oh, it’s a broken heart.” she said, “from my first boyfriend when I was 17.” she said laughing a little and extending her ankle so we could all see and rolled her eyes. “I don’t know what I was thinking.” she said.

“Ha! Well, stupid tattoos.” she said. “I got this one a few years ago.” she said, and pulled up the pant leg on her right side to reveal a tiny, delicate upside down pineapple a few inches above her designer pumps. She caught sight of her husband, who had a shocked look on his face, then pulled the fabric down quickly.

“Oh wow, that’s quite a piece,” Lisa remarked, with an understanding that was beyond me. Her husband Calvin’s cheeks flushed red, and there was clearly something that passed between Lisa and the Benedicts that went over my head.

I did the only thing I could, and changed the subject to impressionistic dance, but shortly after, Calvin and Melissa announced they had to get home in order to feed the dogs and let them out before bedtime.

A few minutes after the Benedicts left, Lisa said “Well, I guess I better go home too.” she said, but I begged her to stay.

“I don’t get to talk to interesting people very often.” I told her, “and I know the drive back to your place is about an hour.”

“45 minutes.” she said and shrugged.

“You can stay here tonight. It’s already 10.” I said. “It’s late.” I told her.

“Hmm, a two bedroom apartment with a shitty ass view and noisy neighbors, or a nice guest room with a down comforter. I”ll take you up on that.” she said, and smiled.

“Awesome! Let’s have another glass of wine and then I’ll show you to your room for the night.” I said, pouring some of the wine from the bottle into her glass, mine, and Dan’s though we hardly needed it, having gone through about three bottles at that point. We were all fairly tipsy.

Dan, Lisa and I chatted for a while, and somehow Lisa and I seemed to be getting closer and closer together, then she asked herself, “Am I sloshed enough to do this?” I looked at her and knew in that moment what she meant.

I nodded, and then before I knew it, her lips were on mine while my husband watched from a recliner across from the couch, his eyes were bugged out I’m sure, though I didn’t look over at him to see.

“You are so sexy.” she said, pulled back and bit her lip, then cupped her large double D breasts in her hand.

“You are too.” I said, and leaned forward to kiss her again, deeper. We kissed for a while before I reached up and touched her breasts, feeling where the piercing would be beneath the thin fabric.

She moaned, and I could feel the hard balls on each side of her nipples underneath her red dress. I wanted to see them again, naked, so I slyly undid her zipper in the back, almost unaware of how this was affecting my husband, who I had almost forgotten was sitting just across from us.

Somehow a few minutes later, we were both bare chested, feeling each other’s breasts, kissing, and rubbing our pierce nipples together, when I finally ventured down to run my tongue over one of her delectable nipples. She arched her back and moaned.

After I went back and forth, tasting Lisa’s breasts for several minutes, Lisa gestured to my husband who I had all but forgotten about. “Come here!” she said. “I’ve heard all about how much of a stud you are.” She said, and I giggled a little, remembering how I had told her I did have a handsome husband, though I hadn’t mentioned his cock specifically. I had always been proud of him though. Strong jaw, muscular athletic build that he kept in shape going to the gym every day, and he was tall at 6 feet 1 inch. In fact, people often joked that we were the Ken and Barbie couple, though I supposed most people we associated with could be described that way.

Dan came over, his cock already out, and Lisa took hold of it. “Is this ok?” she asked me sweetly and I nodded, kissing her on her lips to give permission. “Hmm,” she said, and she lifted her nipple up to mine as if it was on a silver platter, and rubbed my husband’s cock up against the pierced flesh of both our nipples.

“Oh my God” my husband said, and then Lisa maneuvered so that my husband was fucking her huge tits, which were so much bigger than mine.

He fucked them for a little while while I watched, but then I said, “Here! You need a little more lube.” and deepthroated his cock for a few strokes, then handed him back to Lisa in order to make it slide between her breasts more easily.

It didn’t take long before my husband was spraying Lisa’s huge tits with his cum.

I then licked it off her breasts, and then kissed Lisa’s mouth with my semen covered lips, and she laughed saying it tasted good. Then she took hold of my husband’s cock, tickled the tip with her tongue, then kissed the slit where all the cum had erupted only moments ago. “We’re not done yet, are we?’ she said, smiling wider.

“No way! I haven’t done half the things I want to do to you.” I told her, winked and smiled wickedly.

She pulled down my slacks, and revealed my sexy belly ring, kissed right above it, not wanting to disturb the somewhat freshly pierced flesh, and then pulled off my underwear and looked at my pussy. “You have the prettiest kitty.” she said, and then kissed it the same way she had my husband’s cock, which had been shaved that morning on the off chance we would be doing what we were now. “Oh! And You taste so good.” she said, then stuck out her tongue to tease my clit.

Before I knew it, we were on the floor, surrounded by pillows, and Lisa was under me, licking my pussy, and I was licking hers with my face on top in a 69 style.

I loved her pussy. It tasted and smelled so good, like the sexy honey pot it was, and it had a gorgeous flower above it in vibrant colors with a VCH piercing, which I was obsessed with. I ran my tongue over it, and loved feeling her response to how I would nibble at it lightly, and even stick my fingers inside, getting them all wet and gooey.

“You want to come fuck her?” Lisa asked my husband, taking a break from licking my pussy and noticing that he was stroking himself on the recliner as he watched us play.

Dan didn’t take much encouragement to get back into the action, and a moment later, he was teasing my pussy with his cock. Then, I had the distinct pleasure of having someone lick my clit while getting fucked doggie style.

It didn’t take much longer for the stimulation to build up inside of me. Within moments, I came hard on Dan’s cock and was left feeling limp and exhausted from the entire experience.

Soon after, the three of us sprawled out on the floor laughing and satisfied. I guess Dan came inside of me, though I don’t really remember, and I was fairly certain Lisa had cum while I was licking her, judging by how wet she had been, but I was so turned on myself it was hard to be attuned to how anybody else was feeling. All I knew was that it was probably the single most intense sexual experience I had felt in years.

I loved group sex. I wasn’t sure if it was due to the fact that (like with piercings) nobody would ever guess that I was into it, or if I just liked Lisa a lot. I wasn’t sure what it was, but the whole thing definitely turned me on, and I wanted to make it a regular part of our lives, especially now that Dan and I were no longer parents to young kids, and we could go out and have adult fun.

“That was amazing!” Lisa said. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had a good threesome.” she said, acting as though she were talking about going to a theme park or something.

“You want to go relax in the jacuzzi before bed?” I asked, feeling completely satisfied and buzzed from the wine and sex, and soon the three of us were out by the hot tub, enjoying the afterglow.

We talked about everything. Our lives, music, movies, hobbies. Whatever was on our minds. When we did discuss the sex, just like with getting my nipples pierced, Lisa was so calm and cool about what we had done, I wasn’t self conscious about expressing how I felt with her, though I thought Dan was a bit standoffish. In fact, I was worried he might not have liked it as much as I did, and didn’t enjoy it.

Later he told me it was because he wasn’t sure exactly where the boundaries were. After all, he hadn’t fucked Lisa. She had licked him a little before he fucked me, (though at the time I hadn’t been sure if she did or not) and he wasn’t sure what he was allowed to do.

In the coming weeks though, sex with Lisa proved to be nothing but positive for our relationship. Dan seemed to be more excited than ever. He loved everything about the new me who got piercings and was bringing home women to play with.

Two weeks later, I decided on a tattoo. I wanted to get a heart with an infinity symbol inside it to mark our journey into polyamory. I wanted it to the left, on top of my pussy. I reasoned that even if Dan and I had only dipped our feet into the lifestyle, it would be a sexy reminder of what we had done.

As the ink gun buzzed, I talked to Lisa about our experience, which to her seemed as routine as going to the salon.

“I guess considering the tattoo you’re getting, you don’t regret anything.” she said.

“Regret it?” I told her. “It’s the best thing we could have done for our marriage. We’re having more sex than ever, and I feel truly in love with Dan. I also feel like we now have a special bond.”

“Oh, that’s so sweet.” she said, moved, and when she finished the tattoo, I looked down to see the most artistically done heart with an infinity sign through it, and gave her a hug, and invited her over for Friday night.

That Friday, we talked more about the rules for playing together, and I decided I really wanted to watch my husband please another woman. I also wondered what it would be like to watch Dan fuck Lisa’s pussy with the beautiful floral design above her VCH piercing.

Over the next six months, we did see her every few weeks for fun dates and sex. Dan did end up fucking her a few times, and we both enjoyed having a girlfriend. It was a lot of fun. We watched movies, went out to dinner, talked and laughed, and Dan enjoyed having the attention of two women during sex, but it didn’t last as long as either of us hoped.

After a while, Lisa started dating a new tattoo artist who started work at the shop, so she explained that she wanted to give that relationship her all. We understood, but were left without a girlfriend. There was nothing to look forward to. No dates or fun chats between the three of us. We were back to our mundane lives of golfing and cars for Dan and shopping and dancing for me. I missed Lisa, and I wanted to have that spark back between me and Dan.

Then one day, Dan made an announcement that he had invited Melissa and Calvin over. “They’re swingers, you know.” he told me, with a raised eyebrow. “Evidently that’s what an upside down pineapple means. Calvin told me during golf, and the internet confirmed it.” He said and laughed.

I have to admit, I didn’t like the Benedicts all that much the first few times we had hung out with them, and it seemed a little risky to get involved with people we saw socially, but after seeing them last with Lisa, I felt as though maybe I misjudged them. Maybe there was something underneath that snobby exterior that I could really like. Who knew? Maybe we could have dinner and really get along. Maybe we could go on vacations together, get really close with each other and fuck for years to come?

Besides, there was no denying they were attractive, and I certainly wouldn’t mind fucking Calvin Benedict, who was every bit as handsome as Dan. Melissa was also very striking with bouncy red hair, a great body and tall modelesque looks. I wondered if I would like eating her pussy as much as Lisa’s.

I guess we’ll see what happens when they come over this weekend.