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The whole thing was my husband's idea.

We had reached the point in our marriage that I finally felt comfortable telling him about my long-held bisexual feelings, about how I craved the touch and feel and taste of another woman. I was relieved when he gave me his immediate approval and support, though I wasn't really surprised. We had a rock-solid relationship and after almost 20 years of marriage, I knew full well how much Mike loved me and how much my happiness meant to him.

Right away, he had taken it upon himself to find a woman for me. We discussed my requirements--bi not lesbian, someone in her 30's or 40's who was married or in a committed relationship and who lived not too far from us in Southern California--and my preferences. I preferred a woman who was smart, funny, good natured, attractive and feminine looking. And who had big breasts. Really big, natural breasts, like mine, to satisfy the serious big-tit fetish I'd been harboring for years.

It was a tall order but Mike was confident it could be filled. He researched local personal classifieds and numerous online dating services before deciding on a large, reputable online service. I registered and posted a picture of myself and within a matter of days had begun a correspondence with a woman named Andrea who fit the bill almost perfectly. As our online relationship developed over the next several weeks, I came to feel that she could be more than just a playmate and my first femme lover. I thought she might actually be my female soulmate.

During this time, Mike and I were having some of the best sex of our married lives. While we made love, he would graphically describe what Andrea was going to do to my body and I would tell him what he could expect to see me do to hers. Mike found the idea of watching me with another woman, especially another huge-breasted woman, to be incredibly exciting and he was anxiously looking forward to it.

Unfortunately, it didn't happen. Andrea and her husband never showed up for the arranged first meeting at a restaurant half way between our homes. I was frantic with worry ("were they involved in a car crash on the way to the restaurant? did one of them have a sudden attack of appendicitis?"), and I dashed off an e-mail to Andrea as soon as Mike and I returned home that night. She never answered my message. We hadn't yet exchanged telephone numbers so I couldn't call her, but I remembered she once mentioned where she worked. The following morning I phoned her workplace and was informed the company had no employee, past or present, by that name.

I was devastated. I had been completely--and probably naively--open and honest with Andrea, and I assumed that she was being equally truthful with me. But after days turned into weeks and she still did not answer my repeated messages, I had to accept the fact that our relationship was over. Mike suspected "Andrea" was really a man, one unusually tuned in to the female psyche, who told me everything I had wanted to hear. He reminded me of the slight discrepancies in some of the things she had told me about herself, which in my state of excitement I had chosen to ignore, and of the fact that she had sent so few personal photos although I had sent her many.

Disappointed, disillusioned, discouraged--I was a mess, though I tried not to show it. Despite Mike's best efforts, I simply could not get back in the saddle and set about finding another woman. It was then he decided that we needed to take a vacation. He suggested Lake Tahoe, where we had honeymooned so many years before and which held so many fond memories for us, and I agreed.

The drive up to the lake was long but pleasant, filled with more genuine conversation than we'd had in quite a while. Thankfully, Mike had avoided the still-painful topic of Andrea the entire trip. As we neared our destination, he seemed to grow steadily more quiet. Something was on his mind but I didn't question him, leaving him to his thoughts and forcing mine in any direction other than Andrea's.

We were within half a mile of our turnoff when Mike decided to share. "You know," he said, giving a little cough to clear his throat, "there's a reason I wanted us to vacation here instead of someplace else."

"And that is...?"

"Because of what's located up here." He shifted slightly in his seat and stole a sideways glance at me. "I, uh, I had an idea about something we could do while we're in Tahoe. Or, I should say, in Nevada." Mike fell silent as he guided the car west onto the highway that would take us to the alpine lake.

I waited until he had made the transition before asking, "So what's your idea?"

"Going to a--no, wait a minute, I think maybe I should start at the beginning."

"OK." Turning in my seat to face him, I gave Mike a curious look.

"Actually, I was going to surprise you with it, but I'm thinking now that it might be better if I told you and let you decide if you want to do it."

"I'm listening."

"Well, you know how down in the dumps you've been ever since that thing with Andrea."

"I'm over that now," I said in a rush. "I'm completely over her. Him, her. Whatever, it's in the past. I'm all right."

"Maybe so, but I know how much you wanted to be with her, how much you were looking forward to being with a woman for the first time. And how disappointed you were that it didn't happen. You've still got to be disappointed. I mean, that's an experience you've been wanting for a very long time, right?"

"Yeah. Since before we were married," I admitted in a soft voice.

Mike reached over with his right hand and gave my knee a loving squeeze. "You say you're turned off now about using the internet to find a woman lover. You could always place a personal ad in a major publication, but there's no guarantee that the people who'd respond to that wouldn't be liars or imposters, too. And even if you found someone that way, it could take months before you two actually get together. You've become cynical, Jenny, and I know you're going to be really cautious from here on out."

"Uh-huh."

"So, I was thinking, how can I fulfill your dream right now of being with a woman? And, OK, to be honest, my dream of watching you with a woman. Then it came to me. I'll "buy" you a woman."

My mouth gaped open. "What?"

Mike turned his head and grinned when he saw the expression on my face. "A professional. A woman prostitute. There's a number of legal brothels in Nevada and some of the best of them are up here, near Carson City and Reno. I thought we'd visit one while we're on vacation. Get you a sexy, experienced, big-titted woman for your first time."

"Are you kidding me?"

"Absolutely not. Think about it, Jen: A prostitute would be available for sex now, whenever you want her. You wouldn't have to wait until you meet and get to know someone else. A prostitute's job is to please you. She'll do anything you like, and she'll probably do it better than an ordinary woman."

"But prostitutes just seem so...well, skanky. And full of disease."

"Not in these legalized brothels. The women are checked every single week for diseases, and they all practice safe sex. Of course they're going to--none of them want to catch anything. I mean, this is their livelihood. They make terrific money and they sure as hell don't want anything to ruin that.

"And as far as being skanky--well, every brothel probably has a few skanks, but for the most part they're attractive women with great bodies."

"Would any of them even 'do' a woman?" I wondered aloud.

"Sure. A lot of them fuck women."

I narrowed my eyes. "How do you know all this?"

"I've been doing research on the internet," Mike replied with barely-suppressed excitement. "All the big brothels have web sites. I looked into each one, finding out as much as I could about how they operate, about the girls and stuff, and then I narrowed it down to two. Both of them are here in northern Nevada. So then I e-mailed the madams of both places, asking questions and giving them my request. And after getting their replies, I think I found the best place. The best place for you to get laid by a woman." He settled back in his seat and smiled like the proverbial canary-swallowing cat.

I stared unseeingly out the windshield as I thought about Mike's words. I had always imagined sex with a woman evolving from a close friendship or at least from a relationship of some kind. I had never considered having sex with a stranger, sex that would be devoid of any emotion other than possibly lust. How would it feel to be touched by indifferent hands? Why would I want to please someone I didn't know or care about?

I had been silent for a good minute when Mike asked, "Well? What do you think of my idea?"

"I don't know." I heard his deflated sigh and added, "I mean it, I really don't know. I don't know what to think." Leaning toward him, I began stroking his jeans-clad thigh. "But I do know that you're the greatest husband who ever lived. God, babe, that you would do this for me. You're so wonderful." My hand teased his crotch. "I love you so much."

"Ditto." Mike squirmed and strained against my palm. "Hmm, just thinking about those world-class tits of yours getting sucked by another woman is getting me hot. I'd sure like to see that. And I'd like to see you suck a pair of big tits yourself. Can you honestly say you wouldn't want to do that?"

"You know I want to."

"Madam Luanne says she has the perfect girl for you. Huge tits, sexy looking and not too young. And she does women all the time."

"Madam Luanne?"

"She's the madam at the brothel I picked. The girl's name is Alicia. I found out which days and hours she works this week. I thought we could go see her on Thursday."

"Oh. Well, um..."

"Just consider it, Jen, OK? You definitely don't have to do this if you don't want to. I just thought it would be the ideal way for you to get your first experience with a woman. No waiting, no hassles, no strings attached. And, who knows? Maybe you'll try it and find you don't like it after all.

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