What is it with men? I think everyone of them has a fantasy involving two women. My husband and I have talked about this subject many times. When I was younger, (in college) this one girl I met, Bonnie, latched on to me and we kissed and played with each other’s tits a few times. One time, when kissing, she put her hand on my crotch. It sent chills through my body. That’s all that ever happened. I never thought much of it, because like most young women, experimentation is part of growing up. I must admit, the thought of watching a woman play with herself does get me wet. I mistakenly told my husband a couple of months ago. You should have seen the look on his face. The thought of his wife with another woman made his cock hard instantly. As much as I blame men, most women probably have some lesbian tendencies. I found this out last week…

It was a beautiful fall day. My daughter was having a friend over for a “play date”. Jennifer and Elizabeth were playing away up stairs. Lori, Elizabeth’s mother, and I were chatting in the kitchen. We were talking about her recent ailment and she started to cry. Some of her limbs become numb throughout the day, and by night fall she’s very tired. The doctors don’t know what’s wrong. She was obviously feeling overwhelmed. My Motherly instincts took over, and I gave her a comforting hug. She did not want to let go. Suddenly she said, “Oh Mary you are such a good friend”, and gave me a kiss – full on the lips. It wasn’t a “friendly” kiss. It was passionate. I felt this incredible tingling sensation throughout my body. She pulled away from the kiss, and I could tell she was embarrassed, and apologized for her forwardness. I realized that there was more to this than her ailment.

“Let’s sit on the couch, Lori”, I said. We moved to the couch.

I continued, “Lori, there’s obviously something else going on. Do you want to talk about it?”

At that point my daughter yelled down and asked me to come up stairs and help her. “Hold that thought”, I said.

I returned from helping my daughter, and Lori was in the same spot staring into space. “Okay Lori, what’s going on?”

Lori paused a minute, and then began to speak. She said, “My husband hasn’t made love to me in over three months. It’s my ailment, but he says it isn’t. Your hug reminded me of the closeness I miss with my husband.”

I was stunned. I didn’t know what to say. We sat in silence for what seemed like 30 minutes. I finally reached out and grasped Lori’s hand. I told her I was sorry. I’m just trying to imagine what it must be like not to have your husband hold you or touch you. My husband tends to be the opposite. He can’t keep his hands off me. She looked so sad; I reached out and hugged her again. As we were holding each other, she kept telling me how good it felt.