Backstory: In the six months or so before the world went to shit my husband I had started dabbling in the lifestyle. We were chatting online with couples and a few singles, and had actually had a couple of dates. Obviously things shut down when the world did, and it was just us for a good long while.
Well I got my jab as soon as I could, and so did he. While we resumed chatting online we were scared to actually meet someone. You just never know.
So … that brings me to this story. One of my best friends suggested we actually go out to (gasp) a bar for a few drinks, and I readily agreed. I actually went all out. I got my nails done, a trip to the blow out bar, bought a new dress … the whole thing. Hubby agreed to stay at home and watch the little ones, so it was just she and I.
She’s single so I was content to play wingwoman as she flirted and had guys buy us drinks, and we had a lot of fun. After a few mixed drinks I was really feeling it, and we started dancing together. We danced closer and closer, just having fun and teasing guys. Until we went back to the bar and she caught me looking at my lifestyle app quickly, and questioned me. I told her what we had been up to, a secret until then, and instead of being horrified she had lots of questions. And then she kissed me. I had no idea what to do I was so shocked (I had no idea she was bi), and so I kissed her back out of instinct.
Before I knew it we were in an Uber, and I was texting husband photos of the two of us. We went back to her place and a lot of it is hazy because we were quite intoxicated, but my lingering memory I keep coming back to is me laying on her bed and her sitting on my face, holding my blonde hair in her hands as she forced me to lick her up and down until we both passed out.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/oo6sno/ff_my_first_time_out_in_a_long_time_ended_up_in_a
I mean, what are bffs for?