Lesbian Photo Sets

By | March 6, 2011

I’ve written in the past about having a tryst with a married woman. We were together for about a month and then things fizzled out. She gave me the cold shoulder and I guess got it out of her system.

It was a shame that it couldn’t have lasted, I had strong feelings for her at the time. Not quite love but I cared about her deeply. I suppose things don’t always end as you wished and as they say it is better to have loved and lost and all that!

At the time I was smitten by her. Couldn’t get her out of my head. I loved my boyfriend but still had very deep emotions for her and didn’t feel like I was cheating on him. After all he had encouraged us to get together.

A number of readers were keen to find out how the story ended so I thought I would write it up in a post rather than a comment.

Whilst I had my head between his wife’s legs her husband came in to the room. We were both laying on the bed naked. He lay next to me and watched his wife and being licked out by me and was happy to let us just get on with things.

Then I felt a hand upon my hip, it was his. I rolled away from him, letting him know that this was about his wife and me. If she wanted to involve him then that was another matter but she didn’t attempt to bring him in to the tryst at all.

He walked out and left us both kissing. After a short while he walked back in to the bedroom with a camera. Neither his wife or I noticed that he was taking photographs at first and I assumed that she was comfortable with the idea too because she didn’t raise any objection.

So we both carried on making out with each other. She came several times before she decided to give me a good fingering and I wet her hand through. Emotions run high when the situation is as high energy as an encounter with another girl and it didn’t take me long to come.

As I recall she was very good and hit the right spot straight away. I know I was her first so it must be from her own personal experience that she was so good at finger fucking me. After we had finished making love we curled up in bed together and slept off the effects of the sex and wine for an hour or so and then returned to the living room downstairs where the guys were watching some porn.

It was a pivotal point in my life. It affirmed the fact that although I knew it all along, I was a bisexual woman.

The pictures were sent away to be developed using a special discreet service. Both couples had a copy of the images. I bet the developers also kept a copy of them back for themselves. What do you think?