Saturday 20th November 2004: 2053 hours Hello all, My name is Sarah B. This is my true story of my sexual awakening, I won't have time to tell all of it this week, so all being well I will finish it off next week (that is the more spicy part). I have changed the names only as my friends are involved. After my work colleagues told me about this site and then read some of the stories, I thought some of you readers may enjoy reading this, this a good time to write it as my husband is at his friends. I work in one of the big Banks, I have worked there ever since I left university eight years ago. I was strictly brought up, I was a virgin when I married and I have never had sex with another man. We have two children and my hubby - Andy - is a self employed plumber. We live in Basingtoke. For some time now our sex life has gradually diminshed, to say the least. Andy's business has floureshed, he works hard and is usually shattered when he arrives home. The evenings are all very similar, when Andy arrives home he takes a shower, we all have dinner together, then he curls up on the setee, has a few beers and nine times out of ten falls asleep. I then bath the girls and put them to bed, do some housework and then take a long soak in the bath with some candles and a glass of wine. This relaxes me and I become naughty and usually masturbate. I wake Andy then and we go to bed, where he immediatley fall fast asleep. So I don't think its surprising that I am always feeling sexy, do you? I can't really be upset with Andy as he works so hard and I understand him being so worn out all the time. The mornings are a similar repetitive event, I wake up early to the Radio alarm, take a hot shower and usually masturbate again, Andy sleeps through it all. Then back to the bedroom, dry my hair, go to my underwear draw and take out my white 36D cup bra; I like to wear a full cup bra to give my bust full support - perhaps it will help to prevent my bust from going south too soon. I then take out a pair of my full white cotton lycra briefs which are stacked in a neat pile in the draw, I have always worn white underwear as far back as I can remember, I step in and pull on my panties; they fit snugly over my bottom. Then I pull on a pair of my black tights, slip on a clean white blouse, then on with the Banks pin striped skirt. I have a matching Jacket to go with the skirt. I am now ready to go to work. During the winter I wear a cotton vest with thin straps, I can't really wear a thermal vest under my white blouse. After I left university I got this job at the Bank, with my first months wages I decided to be extravegant and buy some some nice new underwear, my underwear was very tatty and grey, I could never to afford to replace while I was studying, so off I went to M & S: There was a vast selection available, so I thought I would experiment, I would buy a selection of different styles and then choose the most comfortable. So I brought a pair of mini briefs, a pair of tanga's, a pair of of midi briefs (for you guys these come to the waist and have deep sides),a pair of waist high briefs with a high leg opening and a pair of full briefs (these guys are right up to the waist and completely cover the bottom). Thet were all in my favourite colour and material - white cotton, thongs were not so popular then so I never got to try them. I wore a different pair each day, methodically washing them each night for a two week trial, by then I had arrived at a conclusion, by far the most comfortable was the full briefs, they didn't ride up my bottom and it was difficult to see a Visible Panty Line. So full briefs it was going to be, at the next opportunity I had I went to Marks and bought myself fifteen pairs. I wear at least a clean pair of pants every day, if I go out in the evening I always put on a fresh pair and then another clean pair in the morning, so fifteen pairs gave me a good weeks supply and some spares while they were being washed and dried. Months later after I was married, one lunchtime at the Bank, Helen, one of colleagues had brought in her Mail Order catalogue, I was having a browse through it with her, we were looking at the underwear - as girls do guys, when I spotted 'Sloggi briefs', they looked really good, they were full ones (waist high guys) and were made from Cotton with a little lycra in to make them stretch, so I asked Helen if she would order me a pack of five in white of course. A week later she brought them into work for me. That evening after I had bathed I tried a pair on - they were wonderful, superbly cut and the Lycra made them hug my body, the soft cotton gusset neatly enclosed my bits and my bushy pubic hair was completly hidden. I found that they never rode up my bottom and unlike my previous all cotton pants never went baggy, they never went up my bottom (I hate that) and hugged me closely! As my old pants become increasingly old and baggy I used them for dusters and bought more Sloggi briefs, I wear these all the time now. I have even converted Andy into white cotton lycra briefs as well, he loves them. He tried boxers once, for one day, then he gave them to me and told me to use them for a duster, he said they were awful compared to his briefs. I am quite tall, 5 feet 9 inches; and I have a surprisingly firm ample bust with very little sag and large nippples - not bad considering I have had two children, I avoided stretch marks when I was pregnant by the liberal application on my stomach of baby oil twice a day. To get my body back into a pre natal state I joined a Gym and it has paid dividends, I have lost weight and my tummy and bottom firmed up nicely. It is now time to wake up the girls and Andy. One of my girl friends at the Bank - Leanda, has been telling me, Helen and another colleague about her swinging activities, she discovered her husband was having an affair, rather than splitting up they both decided to try swinging for a while, she is hoping this will cure her husbands desire for other women then perhaps they can settle down together. Recently one day the conversation got round to underwear, Leanda asked me what I usually wore, I told her then she suggested that I should try wearing a thong. I was not keen to take her suggestion up, I always think they are very tarty. One evening whilst soaking in the bath, feeling horny and playing with my pussy, I decided that I would go to M & S and get a thong, perhaps with a pair of stockings it may revive my seriously flagging love life. So a few days later after work I went into Marks and bought a thong, I chose a white cotton one with some lace on the front and a narrow strap at the back. I then chose a white suspender belt and a pair of black lacy top stockings to go with it. That evening I persuaded Andy to go for a drink with me to the local on the following Saturday evening, I arranged with Mum and Dad to have the girls for the weekend. The following Saturday evening I took a quick shower while Andy was in the bath then dressed in my new underwear. I looked in the mirror and felt very tarty, but I had to try something to get Andy going, the thong felt awful, the strap between my bottom cheeks really irritated me (the price of love guys). I slipped on a black dress and went downstairs to wait for Andy. On the way to the pub the thong was driving me mad. As soon as we arrived at the pub I told Andy to get the drinks in while I went to the toilet. I went into a cubicle and pulled the thong down a little so that the strap was out of my bottom, the gusset was swinging low, but it was better then taking it off altogether. We had a few drinks then I suggested to Andy that we should go home, I didn't want him drunk, I needed a good seeing to. We strolled back home, my thong dangling between my legs, as soon as we arrived home I dashed to the toilet to pull my thong up then suggested an early night to Andy. As soon as we were in the bedroom I slipped my black dress off and waited for Andy's comments. He immediatley noticed and remarked how nice I looked, I lay back on the bed in my underwear waiting for him to undress, he undressed like a shot and got onto the bed, he was already sporting an erection (this underwear works girls), without further ado he was pulling my pants off and without even kissing me he was in-between my legs, his hard cock slipping into me, I was really wet with anticipation, I pulled my legs up and back and he started making love to me. Then horror, within a minute he was grunting loudly and then he gave me a few short hard stabs before he cum inside me. Although feeling sexy I was nowhere near to coming. Andy rolled off me, pulled the duvet over him and with miutes was snoring. I was furious, I couldn't beleive it, I went downstairs and poured myself a large (very large) glass of wine and then run a bath for myself. I lit a few candles in the bathroom, undressed and climbed into the bath and then indulged in my usual masturbation. The following Monday at work I was chatting with the girls, Leanda had been to one of her swinging parties Saturday and was telling us a bit about it. Helen (my best friend) asked me what I had been up to, I decided to tell her about my dismal love life and Saturday nights fiasco with Andy. I was through to part when we were in bed and then I burst into tears. Helen put her arm around me and eventually I regained my composure. I told the girls that I didn't want to leave Andy, so Leanda then suggested that I should try swinging, I said Andy would never agree to that, Leanda said that I could go with another guy to the parties, Andy need never know. Then Laura (my other close friend) said she new of a single guy who she had a fling with while at university, he lived local, he was still single and would probably love to go with me. She said if I was interested she would ask him then let me know what he said. She added that I could meet him at her house and she would provide an alibi for me. I was feeling that angry with Andy that I agreed. The Helen asked me if I would like to go over to her next Saturday evening, her hubby was a Salesman and was going away for a few days to a Sale seminar and she would be on her own. Helen was very attractive, short blonde curly hair with a good figure, she didn't have any children. She was my closest friend. I replied that I would have to ask Andy, I said I would as him tonight and ring her later. That evening I asked Andy after dinner if he minded if I went over to Helens next Saturday evening, he said he didn't mind. I then phoned Helen and told her it was okay with Andy, she then suggested that perhaps I could leave the girls with my mum again and spend the night at her house, her husband would be away until the following Tuesday. We could have a take-away then a few bottles of wine and I wouldn't have to worry about going home. I said that was good idea, I arranged to ring her back. I spoke to Andy again and he didn't mind at all, he said he could go for a drink with his mate. I dashed back to phone and told Helen it was okay. I felt a bit better than. Later that week Laura told me that she had contacted her ex, explained my situation with him and asked if he was interested in meeting me with the view to going as partners to swinging parties, he was really keen. She said that I could see him the folowing week on Wednesday at her house, she would introduce us then her and her husband would go to the local and we could spend time at her house. I was then feeling nervous, I had never been with another guy before, Laura reassured me, she said we could just have a chat at first and see how we got on, it would then be up to us if we wanted to take it further. So I decided to give it a try. That week I was looking forward to the weekend with Helen, Saturday came and in the afternoon I took the girls to my mums. I went home late afternoon, took a hot bath and indulged in my customary masturbation session. I cooked Andy his dinner, then dressed and took a taxi over to Helens. She opened the front door as soon as the taxi arrived. She had a large glass of white wine waiting for me. We sat together on the settee and chatted, it was about eight when the door bell rang, 'it's the Chinese' said Helen. Helen had set two places on the dining table for us, we enjoyed the meal. The converstion got roound to my relaitionship with Andy, Leanda's swinging parties. Then Helen asked me if I shaved my pubes, I blushed and said I didn't, she said she did, men usually preffered them shaved and then suggested I should if I was going to try swinging. By then we had drunk the first bottle of wine, Helen opened a second bottle, then suggested that we should put some more relaxing clothes on then enjoy some more drinks. We went upstairs, Helen said she would unzip my dress for me. She pulled the zip down and slipped my dress off my shoulders. 'I see you are still wearing those Sloggi pants then'. 'I always wear them' I replied. 'Would you unzip me darling' asked Helen as she turned her back to me. I pulled the zip down and slipped her dress off. 'Oh, your wearing Sloggi's as well' I said. 'Yes she replied, I started wearing them the same time as you did. I love them and James does as well'. 'When we have oral sex James likes me to wear my pants then he likes to lick me through the cotton gusset until I am soaked'. 'What happens next' I asked. 'He rubs his nails up and down the wet gusset pushing the cotton into my fairy, its divine, that usually takes me to an orgasm. Then he puts his fingers into the waistband of my pants and slowly pulls them down kissing my tummy all the time, when they are down to my fairy he stops kissing me. He then pulls them down to just above my knees, lifts my legs up onto my stomach, my fairy is sort of pushed out from between my legs, then he slowly licks around and inside my vagina, finally he he concentrates on my clitoris until I have an orgasm'. 'Goodness me, you are turning me on, nothing like this has ever happened to me' I replied. Well folks this it for today, Andy is due home soon. I will tell you the final part of my sexual awakening next Saturday. Love to you all, Sarah B.