The Lives of Mary Driscoll

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I am a mature bi woman of color. Many of my stories originate in memories and events in my life. All contain a combination of real and fictional characters with names changed as appropriate to protect the ‘guilty.’ They are often memoirs spiced with a kinky imagination.

I hope you will enjoy my stories and comment on what you liked and perhaps didn’t like to help me improve.

The Lives of Mary Driscoll

Mary Driscoll and I have talked for more than a year via email. Mary, although she refuses to write them herself, has told me many of her life stories and the roles she has played married to David.

Her choices are not mine. Her secrets her are secrets. Secrets I would not have kept from the man or woman I love.

In this story I speak as Mary Driscoll, 53 year old, married bisexual.

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1989 — Wife

Back in the eighties I, like many young women of that time, resisted the advances of men, even those I found physically attractive. You might think that I was preserving my ‘virginity’ for my future one true love. The truth is something more complicated.

I had discovered girls and in college I was much more interested in and sexually active with women than men.

Then I met David and magnetic North in my world shifted. There I was, thinking I was perhaps a lesbian, and happy with my life, and along came this person with the ability to push all my happy buttons and he came equipped with this marvelous thing between his legs that could push happy buttons I did not even know existed.

I was twenty-two and more than ready. David turned out to be the friend and lover I was always looking for. He was more experienced in sex than I was and when he went ‘where no man had gone before’ and took my virginity I knew I was not the first woman to give up virginity to him. The physical attraction and sex with David were, and over the years have continued to be, amazing.

I think, but I could be wrong, that most women view their honeymoon as a time of romance and sex and candlelight dinners and sex and long walks and sex and long talks and sex and holding hands and sex. My honeymoon with David was all of those with a twist. He accidentally, he says, booked us into a nude resort.

Now you would think that on a honeymoon being naked is a good thing. Well, it is a good thing in the privacy of your room I suppose. In this case however, no one except David and maybe my doctor and the women in my life had ever seen me naked. That was complicated by the fact that we were in the Caribbean and most of my body had never seen the sun. It was further complicated by my twenty year old growth of pubic hair that had perhaps only been trimmed a few times when my bush had threatened to become a forest. David, as well, was auditioning for Neanderthal with an outstanding forest of his own.

Our first trip to the beach was enlightening. We were among the very few who wore bathing suits and nearly everyone on the beach was hairless or at least trimmed close. We would be here for two weeks so we did the only thing we could. A trip to a local drug store and forty dollars worth of scissors, shaving cream, razors and lotion later we set about the task of clearing the forests.

I would not trade the twenty-four hours that followed for anything. I gained my first lifetime role in David’s life on our honeymoon. Just about every month since that first experience we shave each other and it always ends in great sex. I learned that you cannot shave another person’s most private parts without lots of touching, stroking, inspection and sex.

David and I both learned for example when he shaved the few hairs from around my butt hole that I like to be touched there. When he inserted a soapy finger into that same hole we both learned that I enjoyed that even more than just touching. When, three days later he pushed his cock, wrapped in a lubed condom, into my ass I learned to submit and we both learned a new way to be intimate, very intimate.

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1991 — French Maid

One of David’s favorite leisure activities is “Poker Night” where he and his friends gather, to play poker, smoke cigars and talk trash. When Poker Night first started I said hello to the boys, served the first drinks and disappeared for the evening into the bedroom to read or watch TV.

Things changed when one Halloween, unrelated to Poker Night, I dressed as a “French Maid” for a party. I made or bought every part of the costume. Lacy panties showing lots of cheek, a very short skirt, garter belt, thigh high fancy nylons, very high heels, everything. David loved the costume and not long after suggested I wear it to serve drinks on Poker Night.

I reminded David that he had allowed me to “show off” on our honeymoon so I liked that part of the idea but I was concerned that the costume was so skimpy we might be sending the wrong signals to guys who after having a few drinks might get touchy.

David just smiled and told me that if anyone went beyond what I was comfortable with I could just disappear alanya escort back into the bedroom but ‘anything’ I permitted was ok with him. This was a major turning point in our lives, his permission to openly be a bit of a slut and engage even in this limited way with other men, changed everything.

His poker pals thoroughly enjoyed their French Maid and I enjoyed the attention. I knew we were playing a dangerous game but nothing bad really happened, just some guys touching me, some more successfully than others. I admit to making it more tempting by sometimes removing clothing. One, only one actually managed to touch my wet puss after I had removed my panties.

Each night after the game I would tell David everything and he would lick me or fuck me to orgasm as I spoke. Sometimes David would spank me if I was exceptionally naughty in my teasing. Spanking started to become part of sex with him.i

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1993 – Party Favor

My role as French Maid revealed a side of David I did not expect and a role for me I did not expect when his willingness to let other men see my body and touch me reached a new level.

One night David came into the bedroom as I was beginning to transform myself into French Maid. I had just finished showering and was naked. He came over and started playfully touching and kissing me and pushing me back onto our bed. I thought he was just being David as he tied me naked and spread eagle to the four posts of the bed something he had done before.

Adding a slight kink to his play he tied a narrow towel to my head so I could not see. He left the room and me wondering what the hell he was doing and what he was planning. The boys would be arriving soon.

I heard the first of them arrive and then David came back. “I’m going to give the boys a special ‘party favor’ tonight and leave this door open. Anyone who uses the bathroom will see you. If anything happens that you do not want to happen just call my name and I’ll come in, stop it, and close and lock the door.”

“David, what if one of them……..”

“That’s up to you Mary. If you want it to stop, call my name and I’ll lock the door.”

I heard them all talking as they started to play. Then I heard David tell them that the half bath was broken and if they needed a bathroom they should use the master bath. The anticipation that one of them was at any moment going to walk by the open door and see me naked tied to the bed was intense. This represented a new level of willingness by David to let me have sex with others. David knew me. I was getting wet waiting, hoping, wanting to be seen maybe touched, maybe more.

When I heard one of the guys ask David where I was he just said I was tied up with other things. I smiled at hearing him say “she’s tied up.” I bet he was smiling.

After a while I began to doze off and fall asleep. I awoke hearing someone peeing in the toilet. When it stopped I could feel someone was nearby. I could not tell who it was until he spoke. “Mary are you ok? Do you need me to call for help?” It was John, the only single guy.

I answered, “I’m fine. David just left me here as a party favor for you guys. Who are you?” I lied hoping that if he thought I didn’t know who he was he might actually do something other than just talk to me and look at me.

“You don’t know who I am?”

“No, I can’t see anything and your voice is not telling me who you are. Are you enjoying the view?”

He did not say another word but I felt his warm hand on one of my breasts fondling it, pinching my nipple.

“Mary, should I stop?”

When I did not reply his other hand was on the other breast.

I did not say a word. I felt his hand cup my puss and his finger in me briefly. He left and I was alone again.

A short time later I heard a low voice say, “Well, well, look at this. David did say you were tied up.” A low chuckle. “Mary, are you here willingly or are we all going to jail?”

“David tied me here for you guys. He thinks it’s better than the French Maid outfit.”

I felt whoever it was untying one of my legs then moving his hands under my legs until both his hands were under me grasping my butt cheeks. All the time his hands moved he was talking to me. “You know we all compare and brag about our wives bodies. David always said you have great tits and now I agree. Much nicer than Ji…..” and he started to say his wife’s name but caught himself. Too late, I know it is David’s best friend Jason.

But he continued, “David also said you have the best tasting pussy but I can’t tell that just by looking.” His hands pushed my free leg away and my ass up and I felt his scratchy beard on my thighs as he licked me not once but several times.

His last words as he left, “yumm, and super wet.”

No one else came by that day. I told David every detail that night as he rewarded me with orgasmic oral sex. Then he surprised me with a video of both encounters. I watched as my nipples stiffened and little bumps appeared on my areola when John alsancak escort caressed my breasts. I watched my one free leg shake and by back arch as I had an orgasm when Jason licked me.

I reminded David that he was licking where Jason had and he pushed me back and spanked me. Another orgasm.

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1997 — Stripper

Wednesday night, just another Wednesday night. David and I both left work early on the promise of a mid-week date night. Dinner at our favorite Italian restaurant followed by drinks, bar hopping at nearby places. After dinner as we drove by “Cougars III”, a local strip club I spotted the sign.

Couples Night Tonight!

Happy Hour 7 – 10!

Amateur Contest – $200.00 prize!

Of course my mouth was in motion before my brain had really processed what I just read, or maybe it was the drinks I had already consumed, “Hey David, look! Let’s stop! I’ll win!

David, who had also seen the sign, laughed and pulled over in the parking lot just beyond Cougars.

“Mary, are you serious? Have you ever even been in one of those clubs?”

Again, I think it was the drinks but I replied, “Oh David, you think you are so smart. I have been in that very same club twice. Once with girlfriends to see the Chipandale male strippers and once with two girlfriends just to watch. I saw them strip and tease the customers to put dollar bills in their garter belt. I can do that and strip better and win the contest.”

David smiled, “Are you sure?”

I replied, “I have my sexiest bra and thong on, let’s go!”

We had just entered the building, paid our admission and my contest entry fee and I was already having second thoughts. There were several couples sitting at the bar as we took a seat side by side and I thought I recognized one woman in particular. That registered in my brain that we were not very far from home and if I think I recognize someone in a dimly lit bar, what were the chances I would not be recognized on the brightly lit runway stage? Oh well, too late now. At least I wore my sexy bra.

When I first paid the entry fee the woman who gave me the liability waiver form to sign told me there were five entries so far and we would all meet in the dressing room in one half hour for instructions. We were the amateurs for tonight. The truth was that none of the regular dancers I saw perform then or on my previous visit appeared to be professionals. Some appeared to have drug or alcohol issues. Some appeared to be just women looking to make some money.

One drink later and after watching a few of the regular dancers perform David wished me good luck with a kiss and I headed for the dressing room.

All five of the women entered in this contest, including myself, looked like the woman next door, real amateurs. Two looked like they had made a last minute decision to participate and were dressed in everyday clothes, not really ideal for striping, not really sexy. One looked like she was high and would have trouble remaining vertical while dancing. The fourth woman was my competition, Doctor Nancy.

There on the lab coat she wore as a costume, “Nancy Bowen MD.” About my age, I guessed twenty-five, and taller. Long blond hair and a body that was obviously gifted even as just shapes seen in her slightly too small lab coat. I thought that if she could dance and tease she would win.

Not deterred I thought through my costume choices. The simple truth is I had none but I decided as I looked at Nancy Bowen that I had legs, much better legs. My conclusion was that I needed to start without my Jeans and expose without giving away the store, as much cleavage and leg as possible.

We were each given a single leg garter belt with a number on it. The garters other purpose was to hold tip money deposited by patrons, each with as much hand to thigh contact as possible.

We were all told that the bar had no rules about how much each person could expose.

Nancy did have a great body and used her lab coat to cover and reveal her large breasts over and over but Nancy as I watched her also had a flaw, very heavy thighs and calfs. I started out, without my jeans. I just couldn’t imagine trying to remove them on stage. That left me with my best, most lacy, sexy bra under a white button front dress shirt and a red thong.

I completely unbuttoned my top and pulled one arm out giving the audience a great view of my sexy bra. I do love that bra. I then unfastened the bra and let it fall somewhat exposing one breast to some applause. I put my exposed arm back into the shirt sleeve. As clumsy as it is to describe it must have been clumsy to see. David told me it was funny, like watching someone trying to remove a bra without showing their breasts. In the end I was able to toss the bra to David and still have my shirt on unbuttoned. That let me lean over customers with the shirt tails on each side like a tent giving them a private boobie show.

As we danced I watch the men who were tipping me and all were focused on my thong. altınordu escort I imagine they are envisioning what it concealed so I when the first watcher, a woman, tried to stuff a dollar into the top band I let her. Not long after, I removed the thong and gave it to one customer who was particularly generous. Nancy watched and did the same.

David told me I won the contest when I pulled the garter band up high on my thigh, very close to my vagina. Many hands tried to touch me as they stuffed dollar bills into my garter. A few were successful. Twice, during music breaks I gave the accumulated bills to David.

I won the contest. No one I knew saw me. When we got home David rewarded me with a beautiful orgasm and then spanked me for being naughty.

1998 — Carol

In the Spring of 1996 new neighbors Carol and Blake moved in next door. In the following months Carol and I became friends and found that we had common interests, particularly reading. We volunteered at our local library and worked fund raisers for both the library and a local animal shelter.

Like me, Carol had a favorite chair, a favorite place in her home, a ‘reading place’ to sit and read. One day, waiting for Carol to finish getting ready to go I sat in her ‘reading place’ and picked up a book from the nearby stack. “Mary on My Mind” by Nancy Garden the story of two young lesbian women and their struggle to be accepted.

When Carol entered the room she saw what I was looking at and just smiled.

As we drove to our meeting Carol said, “OK Mary, go ahead and ask. I know you want to.”

I hesitated, “I’d love to actually know what it is you think I want to ask. Want to tell me?”

Carol looked a little embarrassed, I could tell, but said, “Mary, you were looking at the book about lesbians I am reading and I thought you would ask about it.”

“Carol, you and I have never really talked about sex but if we had you would know I am much more open about sexuality than it would seem. Are you trying to tell me something about you that you want me to know?”

Carol reacted in a surprising way I thought. She seemed confused when she answered, “No, no Mary. I don’t mean to say or imply anything about that. I just have questions so I’m reading about it. I just have new feelings or something going on that I need to understand.”

I answered the easy way, “I’m sure you will work it out. If I can help, just say so.”

She replied, “Thanks Mary! I just need to think it through. I was going to talk to Blake about it but I couldn’t. It would not go well.” Before I could comment she continued, “I can’t really talk to you because you are part of the problem.”

I’m curious how I’m involved but I know I’m about to find out. “Carol, I don’t know how I’m part of the problem. I am not a lesbian but I am confused.”

We drive on and Carol asks, “Can we go back to my house?”

I don’t answer but turn the car around.

She thanks me for turning and with a deep breath, starts over. “Mary, about a year before we moved here I started questioning my own feelings about some women I knew. Not all just some. For the first time I found myself checking out and noticing other women in a sexual way. I’m embarrassed to say that when I first moved here and met you, after I got to know you, you became one of those women.

“Carol, are you trying to say you think I’m sexy? Thank you, I think you are too.”

She laughed a little and I continued, “For me, and I’m not saying it is true for you, it’s about chemistry. Just like you, I think, I find some people, not all, both men and women very sexually attractive. I have never attempted to seduce anyone but I have allowed myself to be seduced by both women and men but men only after I married David and with him agreeing and sometimes participating.”

We arrived back at her house and sat in her den. Carol was silent as we reentered the house. Had I said too much?

I needed to explain so I continued. “I discovered sex and dated mostly other girls. The truth is that the sex was great and I only had a few dates with men until I met David.”

“For me it all comes back to two things, mutual chemistry and a partner capable of making love without being in love. Without both of those ingredients sex is not fun.”

I stopped talking.

Carol had questions. “Mary, are you saying you didn’t have sex with men before David?”

I answered honestly, “I was technically a virgin until David changed that.”

“Do you still see women now that David is in your life?”

Again I answered honestly, “David doesn’t know much about my past, about the women in my past life, just like I’m sure Blake doesn’t know about what is going on with you now. There are no women in my life right now so I’m not going to bring up the past.”

I continued, “Carol, you know there is a simple way for you to find out about your feelings.”

Carol just smiled and said, “Mary, you’re not very good at seduction are you?”

I replied, “I told you, I never seduce anyone but I’m willing to be seduced.”

“So what you meant by a simple way is for me to seduce you?”

I replied, “Oh no, nothing dramatic like that.” I stood up and took her hands and pulled her to her feet directly in front of me and continued, “It all starts with a kiss.”

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