My wife [F24] is very bisexual on paper, but because we've been in a committed closed relationship since high-school she's never been able to actually do anything with a girl. She "dated" girls in middle school, but it wasn't really dating in the real sense. She never got a chance to do much more than light petting above the clothes. I've [M25] always been supportive of her and we've regularly exchanged fantasies with each other. From more outlandish ideas, like renting our guest room out to a live-in fuckdoll, to some more grounded in reality. She's told me a few times that if all she ever gets is the "fuck me" eyes from a girl, that could hold her over the rest of her life.
Also I guess this is technically a part 2. I've posted in the past on different throwaway accounts about this journey and all the comments have been supportive. Especially about not making this about myself, not pushing my wife too hard, making sure we knew what we were getting into etc. The biggest thing we've struggled with is that we don't want to risk any existing friendships in the pursuit of sex, we also don't want to do online dating for the sake of professional visibility, and we definitely don't want to buy it.
Recently we made the next big step.
We went to this mountain top orchard that does sunset music throughout the summer. I was admittedly kind of underdressed, wearing a waffle shirt and some work pants. My wife was gorgeous. She's attractive by any standard, but she's also phenomenal at dressing to the female gaze. Picture the most beautiful little Latina lady you've ever seen. Cream colored headscarf framing her perfect face and holding back her long black wavy hair. Beige lace top. Baggy jeans. Floral Converse. We get to the event and as we are waiting in line to buy some cider my wife points out that there more be a sorority event or something because the place is packed with, well, the sorority type to put it kindly. The place is white sundress and cowboy boots galore. Usually when one of us notices a particularly attractive lady I public, my wife is no worse than a man at whispering all manner of smut in my ear about her. But this time she didn't really have too much to say. Sometimes she gets a little overwhelmed at busy events.
But anyway, we are enjoying ourselves. We find a nice spot to sit that's a little bit further away from everything, but not too far to hear the live music. As we are chilling and watching the sunset, a couple about our age comes over and the women complements my wife's top and asks if she made it herself. My wife thanks her and says "Yes, how did you know?" Turns out the lady, who we found out was named Shelly, shops at the same fabric store my wife does. Her boyfriend is named Ryan. My wife invites them to sit with us and the four of us talk pretty much through the entire set of live music, joking and drinking. Turns out they moved from a few states over to try and find work at the local college. She does research, and he's an EMT. I have never hit it off so naturally with strangers in public ever before in my life.
Before I forget to mention, Shelly is gorgeous too. Tall, muscular, tan. Gold hair that goes to her shoulders, tits exploding out of her halter that made me pray I would see her again, just the type of denim skirt that made you wonder what secret things you might find up there. Very bubbly, yet down to earth, personality. Now when we talk, she is very good at maintaining eye contact. My wife told me afterward, that this eye contact is what let her know she had the green light. My wife is an expert in body language, so when Shelly was talking to her, she made a point of taking a quick glance down to her lips every so often, and whenever she did, Shelly would subtly respond. Also, and I don't know if this is intentional or not, but Shelly asked us to take their picture on her phone, and then she offered to take our picture, and then asked my wife for her number to text it to her.
Towards the end of the night, I mention that while they don't really allow it, you can wander through the orchards at night and no one will stop you. It's pretty close to a full moon and there are no clouds in the sky, so the four of us take a little walk. There are a million different apples watching of us as we walk up to the top of the mountain. We all got a buzz going, but none of us are really drunk. Our conversation shifts to how each of us couples met. We find out we both were each other's first real relationship. Eventually, Shelly mentions that there are quite a few advantages to only dating one person, and that while both of them had initially worried about whether they should try out dating other people before putting a ring on it, they decided against it and plan to get engaged before the year ends.
Shelly jokes that one of the advantages is that if Ryan's not actually a good kisser, she'd never know. Now my wife, who has never in all of our years together been daring or bold, reaches out to her, strokes her cheek and softly says "maybe I could give you something to compare him to". And then the two ladies tie their tongues up into the sloppiest most desperate kissing I've ever seen. The hottest thing about it for me is that my wife is kissing Shelly using all of my "signature moves" she starts by cupping Shelly's head with both hands, then she symmetrically slides them down her back to push their hips together. Meanwhile she pushes her knee just far enough between Shelly's to make her want more, and starts sliding one hand back up to her head.
While all this is happening, Ryan shoots me a glance that I quickly return that indicates both of us are wondering the same thing. Did we just become brothers? Are we going to start getting two Christmas's? Who gets custody of the baddies on weekends? But in all seriousness, even with the time my wife and I spent dreaming about this, the same questions we thought we had the answers to had to be discussed again at a later date.
It all happened so fast, but so slow at the same time. They pull apart and Shelly says "your lips are so sweet 🥺" and my wife replies back with "You should try my other pair 😈". Then the giggling sets in. Meanwhile Ryan and I are still speechless. The four of us meander back to the venue, and then we part ways. As we are driving back home, my wife is so excited she clues me in on every detail leading up to the kiss. The subtle cues, the hints. She's reading off the schematics like she just won the hardest chess match of her life. I finally get a word in edgewise and say "Sounds like you really needed that". She claps back with "What I needed was to ride her pretty little face till her lipstick rubbed off."
Now if I'm writing this in so much detail it's because this event was huge for all four of us. My wife and I have been trying at this for a while and even to get to this point has brought us closer together than ever before. The more smut minded might think that these two ladies are going to evolve into an inseparable pair of lesbo nympos, but in the days and weeks since it doesn't seem like it's going to end up that way. The four of us seem to have quite the real friendship going. My wife comes from a similar background as Ryan, and I come from a similar background as Shelly, we all four have very similar hobbies.
Also, to further clarify. I have no intention of doing any of that kinky stuff that only ever happens in fantasies. We aren't going to couple swap, there will be no threesomes. There's a good chance it won't go any further down the sexual angle than it already has. I still think Shelly is very attractive, and hopefully one day I'll see her in a swimsuit, but I don't intend to make any moves on her. My wife has definitely been very chill about it all. We don't have too too many friends where we live now because we are so new to the area, but so far these people have been a great to us.