Kinky Tales: Lured into Lesbianism

Summary: Straight woman discovers the pleasures of other women.

Note 1: This is part 4 of a potentially lengthy series about a couple exploring many aspects of their once-hidden sexuality.

Part 1 was told in two separate versions:

To read the wife's version read: Kinky Tales: I Pegged my Husband

In this story Dani accidentally learns that her husband has anal toys. After a lengthy conversation with her two sexually adventurous sisters she learns that her husband's anal fixation on himself isn't as rare or disturbing as she'd thought. As she researches some more, she not only gets interested in pegging, but also in receiving anal sex herself.

To read the husband's version read Kinky Tales: I'm Pegged By My Wife

This much shorter version of the same story gets into the mindset of the husband and his insecurities from being a man while also questioning his sexuality, especially in regards to receiving anal sex.

In both versions the story ends with a wild night of anal sex into Dani on Friday and a pegging into Chris on Saturday.

Part 2:

Kinky Tales: Love & Pegging

Tells the story of the next two days as the married couple explores their feelings after their first pegging night, including more pegging, toy shopping and frank discussions about each other's sexuality.

Note 2: This is dedicated to:

1. The real Chris and Dani who this fantasy is written about.

2. It is also dedicated to all married couples willing to listen to their spouses and their fantasies, whatever they may be.

Part 3:

Kinky Tales: Love & Sharing

Tells the story of Dani deciding to help her husband find a man so he can suck his first cock. Arranged by her younger sexually liberated sister, a shemale is welcomed to their home where Chris sucks his first cock and Dani begins to question her own sexuality when she sucks on the shemale's ample breasts and kisses her first feminine lips.

Note 3: Thanks to Tex Beethoven, Robert, and Wayne for editing.

Kinky Tales: Lured into Lesbianism

"So you really are coming tonight? I can count on you?" Bethany asked, without even saying hello when I picked up.

"Do I have a choice?" I asked, knowing I really didn't. For one it was her birthday; for two I'd already agreed to go; for three with Chris in Toronto, I really had no excuse.

"No, but it's a lot more pleasant if I don't have to twist your arm."

"Happy birthday," I sighed, worried what crazy stuff she might try to convince me to do once we were there.

She knew all about my recent sexual awakening and had even played a pretty big part in it.

All for the first time, I'd 1) taken my husband's cock in my ass, 2) pegged him and 3) shared a cock with him, a shemale's cock (set up by Bethany), all of these in the past few days. So Bethany knew I was on a roll and couldn't wait to help me push the envelope even further.

Even without any pressure from Bethany, I'd given Chris permission to continue to explore his bi side this weekend without my presence, and in return he'd given me permission to explore mine without his.

In truth I'd originally had no intentions of actually exploring my bi side, but ever since I'd witnessed what the girl underneath Bethany's kitchen table had been doing, then shared a threesome with Chris and Ashton the shemale, the intriguing Sapphic idea had been implanted in my mind pretty firmly.

"Thanks, but the birthday present I'm most looking forward to is watching you munch box tonight," she said, always having a nasty mouth.

"Then you may be disappointed," I replied back, knowing that if I did somehow end up, as she put it 'munching box', I'd never hear the end of it. I'd already shared way too much with my younger sister and now she was using that knowledge to manipulate me into letting her call the shots while I forged ahead into who knows what crazy stuff. As I said, I didn't have any viable excuses to skip my sister's birthday, but I'd need to be on my guard.

"Meet us at seven at Shandler's," she told me.

"Who is us?" I asked.

"Marina, Mom, me and you," she said, "not everything is a massive sex party, you dirty slut."

I shook my head at my original assumption that something wild would happen in a five-star restaurant, but the past few days had been a whirlwind of surprise after surprise... and kinky adventure after kinky adventure.

And amazingly, I had no regrets so far: the past week had rekindled our sex lives, awakened sides in both of us we hadn't really known existed and rejuvenated me as a sexual woman.

So again, no regrets. But nevertheless, trepidation.

"Oh, okay," I agreed, before joking, "but make that only a fledgling dirty slut: I'm just taking baby steps towards what it's like to think like you all the time."

"Such as thoughts of eating some tasty twat?" she teased.

I laughed, responding sarcastically, "Exactly my mentor, muff pie is all I can think about."

"Good girl," she praised me, taking my words at face value.

"Thanks, Mom," I said, now playing up our mutual sarcasm.

"That's actually funnier than you know: you'd be surprised how much Mom and I think alike," she said in an odd tone, before adding, "see you tonight."

"Wait, what do you mean..." I began, but she'd hung up.

I called our elder sister Marina for some clarification but didn't get an answer; she was likely with a client.

At six as I got dressed, deciding if I was going to a lesbian bar tonight I wanted at least to look edible... plus fitting in at the five-star restaurant beforehand... so I wore a red gown that was long, but had a generous slit to showcase my legs. Feeling naughty because the lace tops would sometimes be visible depending on the angle, I chose mocha thigh high stockings to enhance my gam showcasing even more, while really working with the red dress. A pair of rarely-worn five-inch red heels topped off the ensemble, with a lace bra and thong hiding underneath just in case, against my better judgement, someone got lucky.

I had to admit I looked fucking hot.

I texted Chris playfully: Suck any cock yet?

Although his flight wouldn't land for twenty more minutes.

At six-thirty he responded to my question: Yeah, I sucked off the pilot while he flew the plane.

I texted back, that visual kind of hot: Really???

He responded back a moment later: I see you're still gullible.

Annoyed I'd fallen for it... it hadn't even been an attempt to trick me... I texted back: I expect you to suck a cock soon. Is that clear?

He responded, his still surprising submissiveness leading the way: Yes, Mistress. But by then you better be munching on some pussy.

It seemed that everyone wanted me to eat some pussy. I texted back: I imagine my baby sister will demand that as soon as I arrive.

He responded back: Go for it! Just don't forget you like cock too!

Wanting to focus on him, the idea of his sucking cock a real turn on for me, I ordered, in full Mistress mode: So do you! Now go suck one or two yourself!

I still couldn't believe the playful, open conversation we were having... everything so different since I'd found his bag of anal toys.

He texted back, still playfully: If I must.

His luggage arrived, my taxi arrived (I was pretty sure I'd be having a few cocktails tonight), and we each set off for our respective sexual adventures.

Traffic made me ten minutes late, and I'd been surprised to find that my dinner date actually was just with the family... I'd really expected something out of the ordinary, Bethany being Bethany.

My only additional surprise upon arrival was that we had a private room, which seemed weird for just us four gals. Although I would learn quickly that Bethany was a regular here and that we actually had a fifth.

I joked to Bethany as I surveyed the massive and scarcely populated table for twelve, "Are you overcompensating for something?"

"Just want to make sure everyone is comfortable," she answered.

Being the last to arrive, I sat down and the waitress took my drink order and our food orders.

I asked, after she'd walked away, a waitress that had called Bethany 'honey', "How often do you come here?"

She smiled, "Like orgasm come or just eat here?"

"Oh my God, Bethany," I gasped, "Mom is right here at the table!"

Mom, to my surprise, didn't respond except to let out the softest of moans.

I looked over at her and saw her face looking kind of flushed, so I asked, "Are you okay, Mom?"

"It's just a little hot in here," she replied, but looked bizarrely preoccupied.

In truth there was a cold breeze in the room, but Mom was in post-menopause so I sure wasn't going to question that.

"And Mom is fully aware that I'm an insatiable lesbian, aren't you Mom?" Bethany asked, looking to me and then to my distracted mother.

"Um, yes," Mom nodded vaguely, emitting another odd sound, "Bethany is um, an adult, she can do um, as she pleases, Dani."

"Really?" I asked, every time we spoke, my mother was still giving me her two cents worth about every personal choice I ever made.

"Bethany has always known who she is," my mom added, knowing exactly what I'd meant by my single word.

"And I don't?" I asked, always baffled by my mother's preferential treatment of Bethany.

She bit her lip before she responded, "According to your sisters you may finally be discovering the real you and I'm glad."

"Bethany!" I said exasperated.

"What? I tell Mom everything," she defended.

"Marina, help me out here," I said, feeling I was being double-teamed.

To my astonishment, Marina put her hands up in the air in negation, "Hey! This is just between you, Bethany and Mom." There was something afoot here that she wanted no part of. What the hell?

Bethany intervened, "Don't play the innocent, big sister."

"Whatever, just keep me out of this," Marina insisted tersely.

"Okay, enough of the cryptic crap," I said frustrated, feeling like Hamlet did when everyone treated him like a fool. "What the hell is going on?"

"Oh, God!" Mom moaned loudly, making me turn to her again, very concerned. Was she having a stroke? Her hands were on the edges of the table as her unfocussed eyes looked to me and then to Bethany and she announced weakly, "I can't hold it back any longer."

"Don't then. Just let go, Mom," Bethany offered gently.

"Thank you, dear," Mom replied oddly, then she leaned back, closed her eyes and began shuddering.

Finally the light bulb went on in my head.

My mother was having an orgasm right in front of her three kids!

I looked under the table and sure enough, I could see a pair of heels worn by a girl, and the girl was between Mom's legs.

Even after everything that had transpired the past week, this shocked me to my core!

Bethany explained, "One thing you need to learn tonight Dani, is that Mom has been a lesbian ever since Dad died. You being who you were, she hasn't felt comfortable coming out to you until now."

I sat back up. I looked at Mom. I looked at Bethany. I looked at Marina, who was gazing around the room... or more specifically, at anything but me.

I processed what I had just witnessed.

I processed what I had just heard.

I was completely speechless.

Mom still had her eyes closed. Her cheeks were red and there was no doubt she was recovering from an intense orgasm.

Bethany continued to surprise me, "At first a few of my pets regularly serviced Mom during my senior year at high school and after that her neighbour Mrs. Adelaid has been Mom's regular pet for the past few years."

"One of them, dear," Mom corrected, opening her eyes with a contented smile, obviously recovered from her 'stroke'.

"I can't believe this," I said.

Mom spoke. "I'm sorry you had to learn this way dear, but I was a lesbian when I was in high school and in college too. Your dad and I hooked up at a party, Marina was conceived and I decided for the sake of my unborn child to become straight."

"Did you love Dad?" I asked, this retelling of family history being a lot to process.

"Very much so," she nodded. "Dani, I willingly stifled my true sexuality for him and for you three. But once he passed, well, Bethany had found my old diary entries and confronted me."

"Of course she did," I said, glaring at Bethany.

"Don't judge her," Mom rebuked me firmly, somehow scolding me even while caringly continuing to reveal the details of the biggest shock of my life, "Bethany helped me when I had no idea I needed help. Her confrontation was a lifesaver!"

I told her, "I don't even know what to say."

"You might say, 'I support who you are, Mom'," she requested nervously, suddenly looking so vulnerable it brought tears to my eyes.

My heart melted for her. Suddenly clarity hit me. This wonderful woman had sacrificed so much for us even though I hadn't known it, and who was I to judge her... especially after my sordid past week.

I stood up, hurried around the massive table, leaned over behind her chair and gave my mom a hug and a long kiss on her cheek. "I love you so much, Mom. And I do support whatever makes you happy."

"Thank you, honey," Mom said, "that means so much to me! And I'm sorry you had to find out this way but Bethany insisted, and you know how hard it is to say no to her."

"Tell me about it," I sighed, glaring once again at my youngest sister.

"Hey, don't give me that look. I've served as fairy-sex-sister or -daughter to each one of you lot," she objected as I returned to my seat.

"Are you trying to compare each of us to Cinderella?" I asked.

"No, I am comparing each of you to Cinderella," she corrected. "I helped Mom rediscover her sexuality and she's never been happier, isn't that true, Mom?"

"Yes, my fairy-sex-daughter," Mom replied, deadpan.

"And didn't I help you Marina?" Bethany asked.

I was curious how, but Marina only nodded, sharing with us a soft moan, "Yes."

During this strange touchy-feely sexual identity revelation and family bonding, I'd completely forgotten about the girl under the table. I looked down there and wasn't surprised to see that the pussy-licking stranger was now between Marina's legs. There was just enough light down there to see she was a brunette and slender. Oh yes, and except for thigh highs and heels, deliciously naked. (Did I just call this stranger delicious?)

"And what did our fairy-sex-sister do for you?" I asked, the fact that there was a girl pleasuring my family members under the table no longer seeming all that strange. I mean as of this moment, I had now seen all three members of my birth family get pleasured under a table, having seen Bethany enjoying that experience while seated at her own kitchen table while she made phone calls to obtain a shemale for my husband to suck.

"Since she is currently being serviced, I'll answer for our eldest sister," Bethany interposed.

"Go ahead, my fairy-sex-sister," I said sarcastically, even though calling her that amused me, since it had taken me this long to realize the play on words for 'fairy' everyone had been making.

"I helped Marina discover her dominant side with her man, just like I did with you, and also her submissive side with women," she revealed.

"You're bi?" I asked.

"We all are," Marina moaned, "except Mom, she's gay."

"Not all of us," I pointed out, although I realized that by simply being here tonight I was opening myself up for more pressure from Bethany to change my designation.

It was Mom who interjected, as she asked, "Dani, think for a minute: how do you know?"

"Know what?" I asked, playing dumb because I suddenly felt so defensive.

"How do you know whether you are bi or not?" she clarified patiently. Before I could respond with any sort of an answer, a sensible one being out the question at the moment while I was being putting on the spot, she then threw me into a complete turmoil by adding a follow-up question, "Did you know a week ago you would enjoy anal sex, pegging your man or sharing a shemale with your husband?"

I glared at Bethany, "What!? I can't believe you told Mom about my sex life."

"I can't believe you didn't tell me yourself," Mom countered.

"When have I ever told you about my sex life?" I asked.

"Exactly!" she exclaimed, as if all daughters shared their most intimate and kinkiest sex practices with their mothers.

"Oh, come on! Do you share everything with Mom?" I asked Marina.

"Yes," she moaned, surprising me.

Mom added, "You three share all your sex details with each other, so why wouldn't you share with me?"

"Because moms and sisters are different," I said, which seemed so obvious.

I paused for a beat and realized I was sounding hopelessly stupid,. "Or not. I'm sorry, Mom, I should have opened up to you!"

"That's right, we're all adults now, Dani, and thank you, I certainly do forgive you," Mom acknowledged my sudden reversal. And while we're sharing secrets, "I'll tell you that one of your favourite teachers from high school has been one of your naïve and judgemental mother's submissive pets for the past six years."

"What? Who?" I asked, suddenly needing to know.

"First tell me a secret of yours," she negotiated.

"I'm not sure what you do and don't know," I said cautiously, glancing at Bethany.

"Everything I know about your sex life has already been mentioned at this table," she replied. "At least the headlines, I'd love to hear all the juicy details when we have the time."

I considered this for a moment as I downed my drink in one gulp. I knew I shouldn't throw Chris under the bus, but I wanted to know which teacher... I hated secrets! "Okay, fair enough. I gave Chris permission to find some cock to suck while he's in Toronto this weekend."

"No way!" Bethany gasped, my shocking her for once. Yes!

I don't know why I kept going after that. To try and fit in. To get Mom's approval. To shock Bethany again, enjoying this first stunned look on her face ever. But I did keep going and added, "And in return he gave me permission to munch cunt if I so desired."

"Oh God!" Marina moaned. I looked over and saw it wasn't my revelation goading her to say that, but an orgasm about to burst.

"Delicious!" Bethany grinned widely.

Mom encouraged me, "See darling, was that so hard?"

"I can't believe I told you that," I admitted, knowing that revealing both of those secrets, especially the munching thing, had likely only made tonight worse... and certainly more challenging.

"That's it, slut, suck on my clit," Marina demanded loudly, shocking all of... no, a quick glance around revealed it was shocking only me.

But what about our waitress? We all turned to look as the waitress herself showed up with our food.

Marina didn't care 'what about' anybody, she just continued, "Finger fuck me, you eager fucking cunt-munching slut!"

Hearing such vulgar language spilling out of my big sister was both shocking and kind of a turn on.

The waitress didn't seem fazed at all as she graciously placed our meals in front of us, murmuring, "Bon appetit."

I requested politely, even while Marina was moaning like a bitch in heat, "Would it be too much trouble to get me two more drinks?"