A Moment That Changed My Life Part 1 free porn video

What I'm about to tell you is true, it actually happened. To be honest, having done a rough draft of this I find it hard to believe myself. Things like this just don’t happen, especially to me. In a way, I wasn’t sure if I should share it or not. The fact is, I just really wanted to tell someone. Whether you believe it or not doesn’t really matter much I suppose. I’m really doing this for me. I’m just taking myself back to a very happy time.

We have been in lockdown for some time now in England. I’ve had plenty of time to reflect on the past. I was wondering whether or not my experience was unique. After all, it’s not the kind of thing you can ask people in general conversation, well not the kind of people I know anyway.

As I was saying, I do have a lot of time on my hands so I thought I would do a search on the internet. At least I would remain anonymous whilst asking the question. And so my search began. I found many sites with “erotic stories” but so far none that match mine. This is how I happened upon this site. I haven’t read all the stories on here as there are so many. None so far like mine. Perhaps, my story is just too normal. Anyway, for what it’s worth, I am making this submission. 

I must warn you in advance that this story doesn’t contain lots of swear words and overly explicit sexual language. I’m really not that kind of person. I can only describe my experience as an erotic adventure. For obvious reasons, I have changed the names and exact location. I have no idea what websites my friends and neighbours visit and would not want to be identified.

I’ll start by telling you a little about myself, if I may.

Anyway, about me, my name is Kim. As far as age goes, I think it’s fair to say that I’m now getting on a bit. At the time of my story, I was fast approaching forty. At the time, I thought it was old but would give anything to be forty again. It was, after all, quite possibly the happiest time of my life.

Looks-wise, I’m a little taller than average with fairly short light brown hair. Quite slim with a face like a vicar’s wife. I say that because although I’m not exactly ugly, neither am I considered particularly good looking. A bit of a plain Jane really. I do have good legs. I was always happy with my legs. My tummy is still quite flat and I have a good bosom in proportion to my body. My husband Harry was, in my opinion, quite handsome. He was my first and only love. We married quite young but were very happy. I know some people who argue all the time. Not me and Harry. We may have had the odd disagreements over the years but nothing bad. He was a kind and gentle man in every sense of the word.

Mary, what can I say about Mary. Mary was my best friend. I knew her from school. We always got on very well together. We were in the same class although we never sat together. Mary was always considered a bit of a rebel, I was always the quiet one. In a way, I looked up to her. I was never any good at making friends and Mary was the kind of girl others would avoid.

I'm not too sure how, but we just kind of hit it off, a bit of an odd couple really. Anyway, we remained best friends after leaving school. She is a bit shorter than me but not by much, if anything I’d have to say she is probably about the average height. Not slim, not fat. I’m not too sure how to describe her. What I can say is that I had better legs but when it came to the bosom department she had me and many others beaten, hands down. They were massive. Even at school when I and the rest of the girls were in training bras she was wearing adult ones. It wouldn’t be a lie to say I was always a little jealous.

For some reason, they always fascinated me. Before you start thinking I’m some sort of lesbian, I’m not. I loved Harry; I enjoyed making love with him. Even though you have absolutely no idea who I am, I don’t want you thinking that I’m like that. Anyway, back to Mary. As I said she does have massive boobs. They were further accentuated by the fact that she had a very slim waist and almost flat tummy. She was also quite pretty and had long dark hair. Her parents were both Irish and although she was born here and had a local accent she had that Celtic look about her. If the fancy had taken her I’m sure she could have been a page three girl. There I go again talking about her boobs. I’m just trying to give you a mental picture, that’s all. Put another way, if she and I were walking down the street together I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t be looking at me.

Mary got married when she was twenty to Jim. Jim was a very nice man and was a few years older. He had a great job doing some kind of troubleshooting in engineering. His work frequently took him up north, sometimes for a few days, sometimes for weeks. Eventually, they sold their house and moved closer to his working area.

I was twenty-two when I married Harry. He worked in banking and we remained in our village. I did visit Mary a few times, and she, us. She never stayed at our house as most of her family lived in and around the village. We often spoke on the phone and exchanged cards and so on. Mary was thirty-two when they received the sad news that Jim had cancer. He was only thirty-seven. Sadly, or some would say mercifully he didn't last long and passed away peacefully. Mary was understandingly devastated. Myself and Harry travelled up for the funeral. Harry returned the following day, due to work commitments. I stayed with her for a week to give her emotional support.

Anyway, I shan't dwell on that. No need to go all morbid. I just thought as I was going to tell my story that I would supply some of the background for the sake of context. After all, this is supposed to be all about my erotic experience. I could have done as the Americans would say and “cut to the chase” but I wanted to give you some idea of who I am and the circumstances leading up to my adventure. If this is published and you have managed to stay with me so far, I thank you.

It was less than a year after Jim died that Mary decided to sell up and return to our village. She hadn’t really put any roots up north. This is a small village, people tended to stay a lifetime and as a consequence houses didn’t come up for sale that often. As luck would have it a bungalow that was just a minute or two’s walk from me became available and Mary bought it. As soon as she moved back we restarted our friendship. I would see her most days of the week. Neither of us worked. Harry was on a good wage and Jim was covered with excellent life insurance. Mary had also made on her property up north. Life in a small village can be quite boring so having a friend to chat to, shop with and the like is truly delightful. We used to take it in turns to have a coffee morning.

Anyway, the weeks turned into months, the months into years. Before I knew it five years had passed and one coffee morning was about to change my life forever.

It all started one warm Thursday in June. It was my turn to host and as usual, Mary came round for a coffee and chat. I told Mary that as Harry’s birthday was coming up I wanted to give him something really special. I couldn't think of anything he doesn't already have. She went through the usual stuff, you know, a watch, a camera, those kinds of things. I told her that he already had all that stuff and more, I was stumped. When I asked if she had any other ideas I was not expecting her answer. Out of the blue, she said, "Why don’t you give him a sexy treat? That’s what I always did for Jim."

I was a little shocked at her candour. Although we had chatted about anything and everything we had never talked about sex. You may find that surprising as women are supposed to talk about it all the time. We just never did.

To be honest I've never been big on experimenting in the bedroom; so to speak, I asked her just what she had in mind.

"You know, masturbate him,” she said while giggling.

"Masturbate him," I said with a shocked and puzzled look on my face. I told her that I had never done anything like that before and probably wouldn't know where to start.

"Don't be absurd," she said, "doing that for a man must be one of the easiest things to do. If all else fails and you want his birthday treat to be something special, you should give it a try. Dress up for him, make it special.”

I tried to conceal my embarrassment. She just giggled and told me that it was probably better to change the subject. I was interested to find out more and begged her to continue. I assured her that I wasn’t embarrassed, just curious. Not wanting to seem like a prude I asked her if she really did that to Jim.

"Oh yes,” she said, "I used to do that for him all the time. He enjoyed it, so why not, I believe all men like that thing. You always wondered how I managed to get him to do all the jobs around the house, well now you know.” She giggled again.

"Oh my lord." I said, “If Harry could hear us now. Can you imagine the look on his face? He thinks we only bake cakes and chat about shopping and stuff.” Mary laughed out loud, I felt a bit embarrassed for not knowing about it. As I have already said Harry was my one and only love. Everything I knew about sex came from my relationship whit him. I was clearly naive in such matters. That may help to explain my shock when Mary used the word masturbate in our conversation.

I wasn’t such a prude that I didn’t know what the word meant. I just always thought it referred to something single men did to themselves when they got frustrated. I didn’t know that it was also something women did to men. You may find that hard to believe that a woman fast approaching her forties was so clueless on the subject but it had never crossed my mind. Why would it, Harry had never asked me to do it. It’s not the kind of thing that one reads about in the papers or crops up in polite conversation.

Mary was obviously more worldly-wise than me, yet just like me, she was a virgin bride who married young, or at least as far as I know. I can only assume that she and Jim were a lot more adventurous in the bedroom. Whatever the reason, Mary could clearly see that I was puzzled by the topic of the conversation. Once again, she hinted that it would be better to change the subject but I told her that I was intrigued and wanted to find out more.

I told her that I knew what the word masturbate meant but never realised that women did it to men for pleasure. I said that if a man had a wife or girlfriend that surely proper sex would be better. She asked me to make another cup of coffee while she gathered her thoughts on how best to explain it.

While I was making the coffee Mary told me that she felt a little silly and embarrassed for making the suggestion. She said that she just assumed I’d know what she was talking about. Looking back now she was right. I don’t know how I managed to make it into my late thirties with such limited knowledge of sex. In my defence, I would say that my circle of friends was quite small and of course my lack of experience with the opposite sex. Anyway, we got over our initial embarrassment and thankfully Mary was happy to share her knowledge with me.

Above all, I wanted to know how or why masturbating a man could be better than what I thought of as normal sex. Why was it such a treat? She explained that when a man is making love there is a lot of pressure on him to satisfy his partner. If he came too quickly for example it wouldn’t be very good for her. This added pressure could dampen his pleasure. If on the other hand, you masturbate him then all the pressure is off. All he has to do is lay back and enjoy it. He knew it was a treat and he could come whenever he wanted. No disappointment for the wife. It’s a win-win situation. This conversation sounds quite heavy but we were old friends and it didn’t take long before the childish giggling started.

Now that I understood the concept I wanted to know more about how best to go about it. Mary said, it’s just a case of getting him highly aroused, and that she used to dress up for him. I told her that I did on occasions dress up in sexy stockings and suspenders but that always ended up with what I called normal sex.

She then explained that she had taken dressing up to a whole other level. Mary explained that she used to get her dressing up clothes from charity shops, jumble sales and the occasional flea market. She giggled and suggested that perhaps she had said too much. I asked her not to stop now as it was just getting interesting.

She told me that she didn’t want to give me the wrong idea about her. She didn’t want me thinking that she was some sort of sex maniac or something. I told her not to be silly, that I thought no such thing and we had been friends for years. I wasn’t embarrassed, just extremely curious. I told her that if she could think of something special I could give Harry on his birthday I was all ears.

She took a deep breath and told me that if I really wanted to know all about it she would tell me. She confessed that she had gone off sex a few years into her marriage. She still had sex but it was becoming less and less frequent. She didn’t know why, it just happened. Jim still had his needs and she was fully aware of that. Jim was very understanding and never made her feel guilty. She told me that one night Jim had come to bed with a hard penis. She felt bad and just started to masturbate him. He hadn’t had sex for some time and came very quickly. It wasn’t planned, it just happened. She didn’t feel that he was completely satisfied. She really wanted to make things better for him so she had a look on the internet and that it was an eye-opener; she found that dressing up was a turn-on.

That’s when she started looking around charity shops and so on. Over time she managed to put quite a collection together. She made it a hobby. She found something that she was good at and got better and better at satisfying him. She said she had managed to turn it into an art form.

I told her that I really would like to do something like that for Harry. I begged her to tell me more about dressing up. I really fancied having a go myself.

She told me that she used to dress up as a schoolgirl, a slut, French maid, and even a policewoman. His favourite was her nurse's uniform and that he really loved that. She didn’t know what it was about a nurse's uniform but it really got Jim going. She told me that she still had all her dressing up clothes. She didn’t think that many of them would fit me without some alterations but I was more than welcome to have anything I wanted. I don’t mind admitting that I found the thought of dressing up and surprising Harry quite arousing. I told her that I would love to see them. Mary said that she would dig them out and I could have a look the following day when I went round for a coffee.

Anyway, we chatted some more and Mary went home. I couldn’t get the conversation out of my mind. Perhaps it’s the fact that nothing much happens in my life that I was really looking forward to browsing through her costumes and continuing our conversation.

The following morning, I made Harry his breakfast, as usual, saw him off to work, and took my shower. I had a quick tidy up around the house and took the short walk to Mary’s. It was a lovely summer day, not too hot. On arrival, Mary made me a coffee and took me into her bedroom. She had her dressing up clothes laid out neatly on her bed. To my surprise, she even had a collection of wigs and a couple of pairs of glasses. I told her that I was impressed. She told me that when she did things she did them properly and asked me if I would like to try anything on although she wasn’t sure what would fit me apart from the skirts. I picked up a very short grey pleated skirt.

"Good choice,” she said, "That’s part of my schoolgirl outfit. When I wore that, and don’t laugh, I even went to the trouble of shaving off my pubic hair.”

Naturally, I couldn’t help myself and had to have a little giggle.

I was eager to try it for size so I removed my skirt and slipped it on. It fit perfectly around my waist and hips but it barely covered my knickers. The slightest bend in any direction would reveal them for the whole world to see. Mary giggled and told me that I looked like a right little tart. She handed me a blond wig with platted pigtails and told me to take a look in the mirror. Her wardrobe had a full-length mirror. I stood in front and laughed out loud. I did indeed look like a right tart. Mary pointed out that my blouse was too loose and for best effect, I should get one a size or two smaller. As she said that she stood behind me and pulled up the slack from the back to the point that my buttons were almost popping open.

"See what I mean?” she said.

I did indeed; my bust was now fully accentuated. She released her grip and asked me if I thought Jim would like it. I told her that I was sure he would and that I found the thought of dressing up like that for Jim strangely arousing. She just giggled.

I asked her about the nurse’s uniform, it looked real. She said that she got it from a flea market but was very unlikely to fit me around the bust. It would need a lot of taking in. She told me that on her it was a little tight around her bust and that Jim liked that as it had a zip all the way down the front. She told me that she would tell him that she was getting a little hot and unzip it so he could see her cleavage. That really got him going.

I told her that sometimes I wished I had a bust like hers. Harry always told me he was a leg man. I do have fine legs but that's about it. I told her that I’d often seen him eye up a busty babe and that he's probably even eyed Mary’s once or twice. He thinks I don't notice.

"Don't worry about that,” she said, "I often see men eyeing up my bust. They can't help it. It’s just what men do. All men are the same.”

I took another look in the mirror and told Mary that I thought it would indeed turn Harry on. She could see I was interested and keen to learn. She told me that she was glad we were talking about it. It wasn’t something she had shared with anyone else and thought she would never get to tell her story. I told her that I was so very pleased that she trusted me enough to share. I said that it was all very exciting and had great potential.

I told her the only problem I could see was that if I walked in the room dressed like this he would just get carried away and want to make love to me. She asked me what was wrong with that. I told her I wanted to try and masturbate him. I wanted him to have the full pleasure. I didn’t think that he would allow me to take over. I told her that after she explained what a treat it was for a man to be masturbated and to enjoy the full pleasure without having the need to reciprocate sounded so good that I wanted to do it for Harry.

She told me she understood and that it was easy for her and Jim as he always knew what was going to happen because she told him in advance and that’s what started the anticipation. He knew it was going to happen but had no idea what she would be wearing. All he knew was that it was going to be good and she was going to fully satisfy him.

I told her that I would really love to do that for harry. I said that I could imagine walking into the bedroom dressed in this skirt, stockings and suspenders and a very tight blouse. I was sure it would really get him going but I knew that once I started to masturbate him he would just take over and make love to me.

"Well,” she said, "you could try something Jim used to love, soft bondage.”

"Soft bondage?” I asked.

"Yes," she said, "nothing painful, just playful.”

I told her that my limited knowledge of bondage was that it was in some way meant to be painful. Mary just smiled and explained that she never used it for pain. It was all about pleasure. It was just a way to remove any resistance or responsibility from Jim and as he had willingly allowed her to tie him up he was happy to give her full control.

She went on to say that although bondage was such a powerful weapon in her arsenal of sexual delight it wasn't to be used all the time. She only reserved it for very special occasions. She told me that it had given Jim so much pleasure when she did it that she didn’t want it to lose its appeal.

I was totally fascinated by the conversation. Never in my life did I ever have a conversation quite like it. I literally clung to her every word. That would explain how now, many years later I have such a lucid recall of events. I obviously can’t guarantee that I can remember every single word exactly as spoken, but this is as close as I can get. Anyway, back to bondage.

Mary told me that although she got most of her ideas from the internet she did modify or enhance them. She told me that on one occasion she had weaponized bondage to a whole different level. She had taken Jim to a place he’d never been before. It was in her opinion her finest moment. I begged her to tell me all about it. I couldn’t imagine what she could have done that could top what she had told me so far. She agreed to tell me and whilst recounting the events she had the cheekiest smile you could imagine.

Mary was truly proud of her achievement and having heard her story she had every right to feel so. She showed a level of imagination usually attributed to a Bond villain. It was truly brilliant. She described it in such detail that it was as if I was there watching the events unfold. I was spellbound. I found myself totally immersed in her world. I suppose that now that I’ve bigged her up so much it’s only fair that I recount the story to you and allow you to make your own mind up.

She told me that it all started one day when she had a headache. Not being a fan of taking tablets unless absolutely necessary she would just lay down on the bed until it passed. As it was still daytime she wore a blindfold to block out the light, the type you get for sleeping on plains or travelling in general.

She explained that as she was laying there she noticed that she could hear every sound, every little creak the house made. She could hear Jim making a cup of coffee in the kitchen and walking around the house. That's when the idea hit her. This was on a Saturday so she had the rest of the weekend to think it through.

When Jim went to work on Monday she started to put her plan together to see if it would work. In her kitchen, she had one of those stereo radio cassettes. They were very popular back then. She put a blank tape in and pressed the record button. She then stood completely silent for about a minute or so before going to the cupboard to get a cup. She then filled the kettle and switched it on. When boiled she made herself a cup of coffee, slid a chair from the table, and sat down. After a second or two she pressed the stop button, rewound the tape, pressed play, and went to her bedroom and lay down on the bed.

She closed her eyes and waited for the sounds to start. She could hear the cupboard door being opened, the kettle being filled and coming to a boil. She could hear the spoon stirring in the cup and the chair being slid from the kitchen table. It was perfect, it really sounded like someone else was in the house. The cassette had picked up every sound. She returned to the kitchen, rewound the tape to start and repeated the exercise. This time she recorded the kitchen sounds for about twenty minutes.

I told her that I didn’t see where the story was going.  "You will,” she said, "you will.”

At this point, I suspect the smarter among you have already guessed where this was leading but at the time I was genuinely clueless.

She then told me about her doorbell. Apparently, it was one of those wireless ones. Jim had fitted it a few months earlier. The bell part just plugged into a spare wall socket in the hall. The bell push had a battery in it and was wireless. It could be glued or screwed to any part of the front door or frame. The package came with two bell pushes, one for the front door and one for the back. Jim only fitted one at the front; the other was still unused and sitting in a kitchen draw.

She took it into the bedroom to see if it would work from there, it did. She pressed the button and the doorbell rang. She just needed one more cheap ingredient and her plan could be executed. I asked her what the ingredient was and told her that I still couldn’t see where it was going.

“Right,” she said, "I’ll explain everything." She told me that now that I understood how she set things up it would all make perfect sense. Then she said with a wicked smile, "Are you ready?"

I told her that I couldn't wait to see where it was all going. I really did have no idea. It was a bit like one of those who-done-it films where at the end the detective sits everyone in the library and reveals all. To the best of my recall, this is what she told me.

“Okay,” she said. The big day came. I told Jim in the morning that I had something very, very special planned for him that evening when he got home from work. I told him that it was something amazing that I have never tried before but had put a lot of time and planning into it. It was a Friday; Jim always came home early on a Friday. I liked to tease him. I knew he would have all day to think about it. I told him that it was going to be a once in a lifetime treat. A treat he’d never forget. I really wanted to build up the anticipation.

While he was at work I set it all up. I played the tape several times in order to get the correct volume and work out the timings. I have one of those small digital kitchen timers, it has a stopwatch function. I used it to work out the timings to keep me on track. When Jim came home I gave him a light supper. When he had finished I asked him if he was ready for his very special treat. He was eager to find out what it was. He had been thinking about it all day after all. I told him to have a shower and come to the downstairs bedroom wearing only his dressing gown, nothing else.

He did as I asked and while he was in the shower I set everything up. It was easy as I had got it all ready during the day. When he came into the bedroom I told him to lie on the bed. He could see that I had set the ropes up. I tied him up and then produced my blindfold and put it on him. I told him that he was really going to enjoy this. I gave his penis a little feel through his gown. He was rock hard. Again I told him that this was going to be a most special treat, a once in a lifetime experience and that he should enjoy every moment with my full blessing. I gave his penis another squeeze. Took the bell push from my pocket and rang the doorbell.

I could see the panic in his face. I told him not to worry and that it was all part of my plan. I’ll be back in a minute. Jim could hear me go to and open the front door. I was pretending to say hello to someone and inviting them in. That’s when the missing ingredient came into play. I had purchased a small bottle of cheap but highly potent perfume. Definitely not the kind of stuff I would use. I sprayed a little on a tissue and went to the kitchen.

The cassette player was all set up. I had the timing off to a tee. I knew Jim might offer some resistance at first so I allowed an extra twenty seconds of silence at the front of the tape. I made a few more chatting sounds, started the stopwatch on my kitchen timer, pressed play on the cassette and returned to the bedroom waving the perfumed tissue around to infuse the air and said, okay Jim, your very special treat is here.

He could smell the perfume and in his mind, I was not alone. He tried to speak and he wriggled a bit. I told him to be quiet and just enjoy it. I told him this was his special treat and that he was to remain quiet and that Susan knew exactly what to do, she wouldn’t speak to him and he mustn’t speak to her. Then I said, okay Susan, he’s all yours. I’m off to make a cup of coffee. I’ll be back in fifteen minutes or so. Work your magic on him.

I looked at my stopwatch, my timing was perfect. I then sat on the bed and started to rub his penis through his robe, he was still hard. The cassette timing was spot on. He could hear what he now thought was me in the kitchen making a coffee. He could smell the perfume of another woman. His mind was seeing the picture I had painted.

I undid his robe, put some lube on his penis and started to masturbate him. He was groaning and moaning. All the time he could hear me in the kitchen. I started off really slowly, gradually picking up speed. It didn’t take long before he was cumming. I didn’t think he was going to stop. I’d never seen him produce so much fluid. It was splashing all over his chest. I gently squeezed the last few drops out. Got up and left the room. I went into the kitchen, made a few chatty sounds as I removed the tape from the player, replaced the bell push in the draw and disposed of the perfumed tissue in an airtight plastic bag. Walked up the hall, opened the front door and said goodbye and thank you.

I returned to the bedroom, sat on the bed and removed his blindfold. I told him that I could see that he enjoyed it. I grabbed some tissues and started to wipe the cum off his chest. I held his penis and asked him how much he had enjoyed his treat. He had so many questions but I told him that I would never tell him anything about it. I told him that Susan was nobody he knew or would ever bump into. All the time I was gently stroking his penis.

He was getting hard again. I put some lube in my hand and started to slowly masturbate him. I told him that he must have enjoyed it; he made such a mess on his chest. As I was masturbating him I was saying things like, did she do it like this, did it feel good, did you come all over her hands. I hope you have some left for me. It wasn’t long before he was cumming again. It was clearly not as much as the first time but enough to make another little mess. He really enjoyed that day. He slept like a baby after. I had one satisfied man.”

I was hanging on Mary’s every word. I found myself totally immersed in her story. It really was almost as if I were there watching the whole time. I was so aroused by her story I very nearly had an orgasm myself. In my mind, it was a work of pure genius.

I’m trying to describe her story to the best of my ability. I don’t think I’m really doing it justice. When Mary was telling it I was totally spellbound. Her arm movements, the expressions on her face as she recounted the execution of her plan. It had all the hallmarks of a devilish villain explaining from the inside of a dead volcano how he was going to take over the world. She had the verbal eloquence of anyone I knew of. If words were pictures then she was an artist.

I asked Mary what she would have done if Jim had resisted too much. She told me that she had considered that possibility but Jim would be tied up. He would have been thinking about sex all day at work. His balls would have been full to bursting. As long as he was hard she was going to masturbate him until he came and that she had at least twenty minutes on the tape. If the shock of another woman in the room had made him soft she would have had enough time to make him hard again and finish him off. 

She explained that if things did get completely out of hand she would have just removed the blindfold and told him that he’d spoilt it. As it turned out, he offered very little resistance. But why should he have? He knew that she alone planned it, that it was a very special treat from Mary to him, it had her full blessing and that she was in the house the whole time having a coffee. Or at least that’s what she had him believe.

Anyway, she told me that he did enjoy it, very much so and that she could have removed the blindfold as soon as she finished and shown him that it was her all the time. But as long as he believed it was real she could do it again one day. And with a wicked smile on her face, she raised her eyebrows and said, “And I did.”

I really wanted to know more but she said that she would keep that story for another day. Anyway, Mary told me that she still had her bondage ropes. She was happy for me to use them. She went to her wardrobe, had a rummage round, found a black velvet bag which she handed to me. I opened the bag and found some bright red ropes. There were four of them. On one end of each was a loop with a slip knot. Each rope was about three feet long.

“Well,” she said, “what do you think?”

“They look a bit thick,” I said. “Are you sure they won’t hurt him?”

“Don’t be silly,” she said. “Feel how soft they are.”

They did indeed feel soft. Mary lifted her dressing up clothes from the bed and placed them neatly on a chair. “Okay,” she said, “I’ll show you how easy it is.” She took the four ropes, placed each of her wrists and ankles inside the loops, closed each loop but not too tightly, climbed on the bed and arranged her body so that each arm and leg was facing each corner of the bed. “Now tie the ropes,” she said. “Not too tight. Just imagine that I'm Harry.”

Her bed was similar to mine in that the corner posts were easily assessable. I did as she asked.

“Perfect,” she said, “look, it doesn’t hurt and I can't move. I'm now your willing prisoner.”

“I see,” I said, “my prisoner. I can do anything I like.”

“Yes,” she said, “that's the general idea. Harry couldn't do anything. You are the one in charge. Even if he wanted to take over he couldn’t. It’s the perfect solution. He’ll be all yours to do with as you please. In fact, he’ll most probably be even more turned on because of the way you’ll be dressed up. This will be your perfect time to masturbate him.”

It’s hard to explain but tying Mary to the bed felt quite exciting. I could imagine being dressed as a naughty schoolgirl and tying Harry to our bed. I’m almost ashamed to admit it but having Mary under my total control felt so erotic. I had a wicked thought. Seeing Mary laying there on the bed I was tempted to have a feel of her gorgeous breasts; after all, they had always fascinated me. The temptation was strong but I resisted. Instead, I just loosened the slip knots and released her.

“See,” she said “it’s easy. I can’t be absolutely sure that everyone likes being tied up but it must be worth a go on Harry.”

It didn't look too bad to me, I sat on the bed and put one of my wrists in a loop and slid it closed. I told Mary that she was right, it didn’t hurt at all. And then came the moment that would change my life forever. I asked Mary to tie me up. I wanted to see what it felt like first hand. Mary giggled and agreed. I laid down on the bed and spread my arms and legs. Mary closed all the loops.

“Okay,” she said, “can you move.”

I gave a little wriggle. The ropes were restricting my movement but felt surprisingly comfortable.

“How does it feel?” she asked.

“It feels very nice,” I said, “more than nice actually. I'm not sure how, but it does feel sexy and at the same time very naughty and erotic.” I told her that I could see how someone would like this. It could be a real turn-on.

“Quite sexy; and erotic.” she said, “You are not supposed to be the one enjoying it.”

“I know, you're right,” I said, “but it really does feel super sexy. I’ve never been tied up before, I quite liked it. After listening to your story about Jim I was really turned on. I wanted to see what it felt like.”

Mary just giggled and asked me if I could now see the potential to take full control of Harry.

I told her I could. I went on to tell her that when she was tied up I was sorely tempted to satisfy my curiosity and give her boobs a feel. I had always wondered what they felt like.

Mary told me that I could have done it, I had my chance and I missed it. Mary was smiling as she said that. She sat next to me on the bed and placed her hands on my breasts and said, “What? Like this, you mean.” Suddenly I was embarrassed as Mary said, “Oh my god; your nipples are standing up like bullets. I think you may be enjoying this a bit too much.”

I was so embarrassed. I didn’t realise that my state of arousal was so obvious. Whatever was Mary going to think of me now? Once again, I told her that the dressing up, the stories and being tied up had just turned me on a little too much, I couldn’t help it. I had allowed myself to get carried away. I tried to apologise to Mary but she just laughed, told me not to think anything of it. She told me that it was perfectly natural, that being tied up is supposed to make you feel aroused and that it just proved to me that it worked.

Mary explained that her stories were never intended to turn me on and her intention was just to give me some ideas and that she was a little surprised that I had enjoyed them so much. She asked me what it was about being tied up that I so enjoyed. I told her that the feeling of being helpless and under the power of someone else felt extremely erotic.

Mary placed her hands back on my breasts and gave them a little squeeze. I let out a small gasp. Mary smiled and asked me if that was a gasp of pleasure. I reluctantly told her that it was, but it was wrong of me to like it. Mary told me there was nothing wrong with enjoying a little pleasure. She started to gently massage my breasts. “Does that feel nice?” she said in a soft voice. I told her that I was enjoying it too much and shouldn’t.

“Don’t be silly,” she said, “You didn’t know that you were going to enjoy it. Don’t overthink it. Just imagine what you could do to Harry if he was tied up.”

As she said that she gave my breasts another little squeeze. I let out another gasp; I didn’t mean to, it just happened. Again I tried to apologise. Mary told me that there was nothing to apologise for. She asked me if her touching my breasts was really that much of a turn on. I reluctantly told her that I was ashamed to admit it but it was probably the most erotic feeling I’d ever had. Even though I knew it was wrong I was still enjoying it.

Mary told me that there was no right or wrong when it came to pleasure. She said it had been a long time since she made someone feel that way and was enjoying it herself. In a soft voice, she said, "Just close your eyes and relax." I closed my eyes and she started gently squeezing my breasts. I opened my eyes, It was wrong I shouldn’t be feeling like this.

My heart was pounding. Mary took her hands from my breasts and started to unbutton my blouse. I was watching her fingers as she opened the buttons. Mary shook her head and said,

“You’re supposed to keep your eyes closed. That way I could be anyone.”

She leaned over to her bedside cabinet, opened one draw, then another. “Ah,” she said, “found it.” Mary smiled and dangled her blindfold in front of me whilst raising her eyebrows. “Try this,” she said as she carefully lifted my head with one hand while fitting the blindfold with the other. I could no longer see anything but I could feel everything.

“That’s much better,” she said. “Now you really can imagine that I’m anyone you want.”

I knew that if I had asked Mary to stop she would have. I kept telling myself that I would but I didn’t.  The truth is I was feeling so horny and didn’t want that feeling to stop.

I felt Mary return her hands to my buttons. I could feel that my blouse was now fully undone. Mary put her warm hands on the cups of my bra. She was gently caressing my breasts, it felt so good.

I’m not going to try and justify why I felt as I did. To be honest I don’t fully understand myself. I’m not a lesbian, nor have I ever had any sexual feelings towards women but the feeling of Mary’s soft, warm hands on my breasts was truly delicious.

I was now panting and making quiet sounds of delight. Mary slipped her hands around my back and undid my bra. “There,” she said in a very soft voice, “that’s better.” She lifted my bra up and out of the way, I was now fully exposed. Once again she started to massage my breasts. I was panting and moaning a little louder. I knew it must have been obvious to Mary how much I was enjoying it. It was too late to make any attempt to conceal my state of arousal.

Being tied up is one thing but now, being blindfolded made me feel that I had completely submitted my will to Mary. I no longer felt responsible for my actions. I can’t think of a single time in my life that I felt more aroused or turned on. Mary moved one of her hands down to my tummy and began to make gentle circular motions while pressing down lightly. I really couldn’t help myself at this point.

My breathing was heavy, my heart was pounding. As she was pressing on my tummy I was lifting my tummy up to press harder into her hand. Mary moved her hand lower. It was now over my pubic area. I pushed up against the hand. I was pushing quite hard. Mary said, “Just relax.” Then she said, “Do you want to orgasm?”

The thought of being able to climax was overpowering. I was desperate to climax. I didn’t answer; I just thrust my pelvis into her hand. My heart was pounding so much I thought it was going to break free from my chest. Mary put her hand under my skirt. I had completely forgotten that I was still wearing her dressing up pleated skirt. It was a warm summer’s day and as was normal for me I wasn’t wearing any tights. Mary started to massage my inner thigh. By now I was moaning really loudly.

Every fibre of my body and mind wanted me to climax. Again Mary asked in an almost whispered voice, “Do you want to orgasm?” I couldn’t help myself. I was too far gone. I'd never felt so desperate to have an orgasm. I called out, “Yes, yes.”

Mary moved her hand from my breast and down to my tummy. Her other hand moved up to my knickers. She pressed lightly on my gusset. I could feel the orgasm building. I was in heaven. In a gentle way she slid her fingers inside my knickers, she was moving them up and down the swollen lips of my soaking wet vagina. I was starting to come when Mary slid two fingers inside me. One hand pressing gently down on my tummy and two fingers sliding in and out of my vagina. I climaxed so hard I thought I was going to pass out. It didn’t seem to stop; my vagina was pulsating and gripping her fingers, never wanting to let them go. I was having orgasm after orgasm. My whole body was climaxing. My head was spinning. My mind was somewhere else. Never before had I felt like this. I felt as if my entire body was floating in a sea of pure ecstasy. For moments after I was in my own world.

I didn’t feel Mary removing her fingers from inside me but I felt her gently stroking my forehead with the back of her hand as she started to untie me and remove the blindfold. Mary was smiling. She made a fake gesture of puffing away on a cigarette and with a deliberately deep voice she said, “Was that okay for you babe?” whilst still puffing her imaginary cigarette. I started to giggle. My giggle turned into a laugh. We were both laughing. I sat up and gave Mary a hug. I started to speak but Mary butted in saying, “This never happened, it was all in your mind.”

Again I tried to talk but Mary just said, “Nothing happened, just two best friends having a bit of harmless fun. Nothing more, nothing less. Best we say no more about it.”

“But I want to talk about it.” I said, “I don't want to leave it there.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, “It may be best to say nothing. Pretend it never happened.”

“But it did happen,” I said. “I have just had the most wonderful and best orgasm of my life.”

She told me that she was just happy I enjoyed it.

Enjoyed it, that's an understatement. She said that whatever it was, it was just a moment. A moment two friends enjoyed.

I told her that it wasn't just a moment for me. It was an experience that I will never forget for as long as I live. I wanted her to know that I wasn’t a lesbian. I don't have any feelings for women. Not in a sexy way.

She assured me that she knew that and told me that she had been just as bad as me. She laughed as she said that she wanted to see what normal boobs were like. I was laughing as I told her she was lucky, I missed my chance. She rolled her eyes, undid her blouse, and said, “Go on then, knock yourself out.” She was wearing a white bra that almost completely covered her breasts. I told her that I still couldn’t see them properly like she had mine. She giggled and made a tutting sound as she removed her blouse followed by her bra. Her breasts were stupendous. Despite being released from her bra they still kept their roundness and shape. I was just gazing in awe when Mary took my hands and placed them on her breasts. I gave them a squeeze and Mary started moaning and saying, “Oh Kim, I’m cumming, I’m cumming.”

 I gave her a look of disapproval, she giggled as she apologised for making fun of me. “I’m only teasing you.” she said and told me to have a good feel before she put them away. I did indeed give them a good feel. I wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity for a second time so I happily obliged. They had after all always fascinated me and now I knew exactly what they looked and felt like.

We chatted and laughed some more over a coffee. I felt completely at ease. I was telling her how much I had enjoyed her stories and what an exciting imagination she had. I said that I wanted to know everything. She told me that I pretty much knew all of it now. I told her that I wanted to know every story, every way of doing it. I said that the story she told me about Jim and the pretend other woman had really turned me on. She admitted that she was really proud of that one. I told her that when she tied me up and blindfolded me I knew exactly how it must have felt for Jim. She told me that it was probably better for Jim as he had all day to think about it. He had come home from work with the anticipation that something good was going to happen. She explained that what just happened between us was totally unplanned. She asked me to imagine she had told me in the morning that she was going to do that to me in the evening. As you lay there expecting me to satisfy you I told you that it was going to be someone else instead. I answered her in a dreamy voice, “That sounds just wonderful.”

“Oh my god.” she said, “I have created a monster.”

 “Yes,” I said, “a sex monster who needs feeding.” Mary just giggled.

We ended the day by agreeing that the events of that day were just two best friends having a bit of harmless fun. Mary agreed to tell me some more of her stories on another day. We agreed that from now on we would tell each other everything. We agreed that neither of us would ever be embarrassed to ask or talk about anything however intimate that subject would be.

This had indeed been a very eventful day for me. I had dressed up as a tart, did plenty of dirty talk, listened to the sexiest story of my life, and had my biggest and best orgasm ever. And all of this was with another woman. A woman who allowed me to satisfy my curiosity by having a look and feel of her generous breasts. I had a day with my very best friend Mary that I would never forget.

I still had Harry’s birthday to sort out. What I didn’t know at the time was that Harry’s birthday treat would be the start of a whole new chapter in my now more sexually enlightened life. But that’s a story for another day. If you haven’t found my story so far too lame or boring I’ll happily tell you all about it. In the meantime, what do you think? Was I wrong to enjoy my day so much? Do you think it’s normal for a straight woman to have an orgasm with another woman?

Anyway, for anyone who manages to make it to the end, I offer my sincere thanks.