If you have read my earlier stories you will know that, until about two years ago, I was a happily married woman. In particular, I had never really thought of sex with another woman. That changed after a woman gave me an erotic massage in Thailand. She elicited three amazing orgasms and revealed a bi side that I never knew existed. Returning home, I explored online and made a number of online friendships with women who showed me the art and pleasure of cybersex and mutual masturbation. Eventually, I met Julie, who became my first female lover. Julie was followed by Gemma. Unlike Julie, who was a lesbian, Gemma was bisexual and liked to aggressively push my sexual boundaries.Until I met Gemma, with one exception, I only played outside my marriage with women, even online. In my mind, I remained faithful to my husband, Tom. The exception was my step-nephew, Timmy, who one evening while feeilng lonely, horny and encouraged by an online friend, Jennifer, I seduced. I stopped trying to rationalise the resulting affair. I simply enjoyed his amazing cock and his resilience. He was now a skilful lover and we’d brought his girlfriend, Sara, into our sessions enjoying some mutually stimulating threesomes.Gemma changed that. She knew no boundaries and seemed able to sense my deepest desires. As a result, she took great pleasure in taking me, sexually, where I had never been before. She invited me to a dinner after which I had sex with another woman and was fucked by three men, one of whom took my anal virginity. My only excuse was that Tom wasn’t in the country!She seduced my eighteen-year-old daughters, Amy and Becca, and then encouraged (indeed choreographed) them to seduce me. I had fantasized about them and roleplayed their seduction online with chat partners. Fantasy was one thing; turning it to reality another. As I told you earlier, Gemma made that happen and, to be fair, I didn’t need much encouragement. And, neither did the girls. Indeed, when they returned home early one afternoon and caught Timmy and me in bed, they joined us. After some initial reluctance, I not only accepted them joining us but actively encouraged Timmy to fuck the three of us.As my sex life got more and more adventurous and complex, the bahçesehir escort growing problem for me was my husband, Tom. I was pretty sure he wasn’t aware that I was bisexual and while he was home I was very discreet. For the past few weeks, though, he had been in Hong Kong where he had been posted to head his firm’s Asian office. I was due to follow in a few months. This freedom was part of the reason for the explosion of new sexual opportunities for me.It wasn’t that I’d stopped loving Tom. Far from it. That was what differentiated Tom from all my other sexual partners. Sex with Tom was still satisfying to a point. However, there was a comfortableness about sex with him. The past few weeks, and particularly Gemma’s influence, had shown that I craved more and variety. It scared me a little that the most intense orgasms that I could recall were with others and in situations that, only a couple of years ago, I would have said were not for me.While I did not want to destroy my marriage or lose Tom and all the good things we had going, I needed to spice up our sex life. At a minimum, Tom had to realise, and hopefully accept, that I was bisexual and that my bi side was now very important to me. I might give up sex with other men, although, having tasted—both literally and figuratively—a variety of cocks, I wasn’t totally sure of even that. I would cross that bridge later. For now, I had to find a way to come out about my bisexuality with Tom. Having taken forty years to discover the pleasure of sex with a woman I wasn’t prepared to forgo that, even at the expense of my marriage. I just hoped it wouldn’t come to that.The problem was how to broach the subject with Tom, particularly with us seven thousand kilometres apart and our only contact email and the occasional Skype call. In hindsight, I am surprised how long it took me to realize how to start. I simply turned the conversation in one of our Skype calls to sex, acted seductively and was very pleased when it turned into a cyber session. Tom was obviously horny and we ended up with a very satisfying mutual masturbation session. Indeed, it was the first time we had ever masturbated in front of each other. I think the intensity of our climaxes surprised beylikdüzü bayan escort us.Over the next few weeks, we masturbated together a couple more times and also began to be more open about our sexual fantasies. I asked Tom if he ever watched porn. After some hesitation, Tom conceded that he did. I asked him to describe a scene he really found hot. To my pleasant surprise, he said one of his favourites involved a woman having a massage by another woman that turns sexual and leads her to climax.A little to Tom’s surprise, I mentioned that had happened to me when we were on holiday in Thailand. He got rather excited and kept asking for details. How many times had I climaxed? Three. Did she lick me? No—just her fingers. Was she nude? Yes. Had it happened again? I answered, no, which was literally true. I had never had a similar massage in a massage parlour but both Gemma and Timmy liked to ‘massage’ me before, in Timmy’s case, fucking me. I just didn’t think Tom was ready for those details. However, it was clear that Tom would love to see me in such a situation. He spoke of finding a massage parlour when I finally came to Hong Kong.When I mentioned this to Gemma she came up with what she called ‘Project Tom’: to make a video of her massaging me to climax as his birthday present. I could then tell Tom that Gemma was my lover and even invite him to join us when he was next home. After some hesitation, I agreed. Even if I didn’t send the video to Tom I was confident that I’d have a stimulating couple of hours with Gemma. That, as is often the case with Gemma, turned out to be an understatement!Once I had agreed, Gemma, as usual, took charge. From her array of friends, indeed, I suspected lovers, she produced a video producer, Patrick. Patrick was in his early thirties, very good looking with longish blonde hair; a very surfer look, which he was as well as making videos professionally.On the day of the shoot, I dressed in sexy lingerie and a short black dress. The plan was that I would first do a striptease to my panties and then we’d move to a massage table and Gemma would give me a massage with as she said ‘a happy ending’. It crossed my mind that, knowing Gemma, that ending might escort beylikdüzü involve Patrick!It took three takes before Gemma was satisfied that I had performed a sufficiently seductive striptease. By the end, I was certainly beginning to feel aroused and my panties a little damp. I also noticed that Patrick had nice bulge which augured well for the effect I would have on Tom. Naughtily, I wondered what Patrick’s cock would be like.Gemma now led me into her spare bedroom which she had decorated as an Asian massage parlour. A massage table covered in white cloth was centre stage. The room was filled with the seductive fragrance of frangipani and jasmine from a row of candles on a side table. The aroma immediately took me back to that room in Phuket where my journey had started. However, sexuality was more blatant. On the side table, in front of the candles, were two bowls of oil and two dildos. One was Gemma’s new strapless Feeldoe vibrating dildo that she and I had used very successfully a few days before. The dildo had a bulb that went into one of us and a seven-inch cock that went into the other. The vibration made it an amazing experience. My pussy, already damp from my seductive striptease, now flooded noticeably. I was becoming very aroused and no one had yet touched me.I was nude except for my panties. Gemma laid me face down on the massage table, covered my ass with a towel and then left the room. I looked up and smiled at Patrick.“Just ignore me,” he said.Coquettishly, I smiled and answered, “Oh, I think you aren’t ignoring me!”Patrick laughed and said, “Well, I’m only human! And who says I can’t enjoy my job too.”I wondered how far enjoyment might go and realised that if the opportunity arose I probably wouldn’t say no.Gemma returned to the room. She’d changed into a flowing gown with a plunging neckline that showed her cleavage. She was not wearing a bra; her nipples already looking hard with anticipation.Pouring oil on her hands, she started to gently massage my feet and then slowly up my legs. Her touch was electric; at times firm, at others like a butterfly. I moaned and my already wet pussy flooded more. From all of our time together, Gemma knew my body better than anybody, possibly even myself and certainly my husband, Tom. She had discovered erogenous zones that I never knew existed. She also had a remarkable skill at assessing my level of arousal. She could take me to the point of climax and then hold off until my whole body cried out for relief.