Bisexual Fantasy

Ashley is a thirty-year-old woman with auburn hair, hazel eyes, and a lean stature, standing at 5' 8". Ashley lives with her husband and two children in a Northeastern suburb with a great school district and a reputation for being safe.

"You’ve heard about wild orgies in the suburbs? Forget it! The most exciting happening is the arrival of the Chipotle. It would be nice to have a few far-out experiences… I don’t want to miss out on everything."

"It wouldn't be fair to say I'm unhappy. I love my husband and my two kids. My sex life with Jack ranges from very good to great, and I certainly don’t long for a career. All in all, I have what I always wanted. Still, when Jack's away at work and the girls are in school, things can get pretty dull."

Exploring Something New

"Lately, I’ve been reading a lot about bisexuality. I don’t think I have any lesbian tendencies, but I wonder—what would it be like to be with another woman? Maybe I'm missing out on something great. And I know this makes me sound naive—but it wouldn’t be so much like cheating if I made love with a woman. The other day I was sitting in my kitchen, and all of a sudden, from nowhere, came this wild fantasy. I got so aroused I had to go to the bedroom and take a 'nap'—my term for a session with my vibrator. In my fantasy, I'm in the bathtub when the doorbell rings—ding-dong—and this voice trills out, 'Avon calling!' I curse and get out of the tub, wrapping my robe around me and padding to the front door. 'I hope I'm not disturbing you,' says the Avon Lady brightly. She is about my age and very attractive, with longish blond hair and full, sensual lips. Something in her green eyes lets me know that she finds me attractive, too."

The Fantasy

"I let her in and we go to the kitchen, where she spreads her large array of products out on the table. I give her a cup of coffee and wait for her to begin her sales spiel. 'I’d like to demonstrate this product for you, Mrs. K,' she says in a low, husky voice. To my amazement, she begins to unbutton her blouse in a very unselfconscious, businesslike way. I find myself suddenly aroused. She pops out one large, shapely breast and caresses it briefly, getting the nipple to stand up firmly. Then, incredibly, she begins to draw little flowers and butterflies on the voluptuous slope of one breast, using a creamy crayon and lots of little brushes and tubes from her product bag. 'This is our new line of bosom makeup,' she says briskly, rouging one nipple with expert fingers. 'Do you like it?' she asks sexily. She cups the breast and holds it out to me—a work of art! Timidly, I stretch out a finger and touch it. The Avon Lady sighs blissfully and asks confidently 'Would you like me to demonstrate on you?'"

"Before you know it I’ve got my boobs out and she's drawing an American flag on the right one, blending the colors in with her fingers in a way that makes me shiver with excitement and anticipation. When she's finished, we admire her work and then I boldly ask to see the line of products she has for pubic hair care. I undo my bathrobe and stand, trembling and naked, just in front of her as she looks back at me hungrily. The Avon Lady's eyes glisten as she reaches for my quivering triangle. 'I think,' she sighs meditatively, 'you might look stunning if you turn this into a landing strip' She strokes the hair softly and parts it, tickling around until she locates my throbbing clit. 'Hmmmmm, yes,' she murmurs, massaging my pussy deliciously, 'I know just what you need.' She starts to work me with her hands, but soon she buries her head between my legs and begins to lick. It feels so heavenly my knees begin to shake and I almost fall, but she catches me, supporting my ass with one tenderly massaging hand and stroking my aching thighs with the other. When I can’t bear it a moment longer, I fall back on my kitchen table, spread my legs wide, and arch myself up to her, scattering her little tubes and bottles every which way while her tongue whips me into frantic ecstasy. I catch my hands in her hair and press her head to my throbbing pussy, screaming, 'Ohhhh, I'm coming!' And then I have a long, glorious, incredible orgasm right there on the kitchen table… Me, the perfect housewife, and the Avon Lady."

Dr. Chartham’s Comments

I’ve not yet encountered a fantasy based on bisexual activity from a man or a woman who was not an admitted bisexual, or later proved to have latent, unexpressed bisexual tendencies.

I get the impression that Ashley has suppressed her same-sex desires, mainly because of her childhood upbringing and her conventional lifestyle. "I don’t think I have any lesbian tendencies," she says, and then she excuses her curiosity about what making love with another woman would be like, by saying, "Maybe I'm missing out on something great," and "It wouldn’t be so much like cheating if I made love with another woman."

Ashley has obviously never had a same-sex experience, which makes it all the more surprising—at least for me—that she should be able to fantasize classic lesbian activities as she does, and that she is highly satisfied by the results. It is doubtful that she could do this unless she has latent same-sex tendencies.

I am pretty certain Ashley suspects she is bisexual, but she has been brought up to look upon homosexual activities as immoral and/or disgusting. This is apparent from all the safeguards she has built into her fantasy. She is in the tub when the socially unknown Avon Lady calls, and getting out to let her in means, if she is not to keep her waiting, that she is in a state of undress that makes her readily and easily available for any lesbian seduction. It is pure chance that she is in the tub when the doorbell rings. There is, therefore, to her mind, no deliberate preparation on her part. In addition, it is the Avon Lady who makes the advances, and Ashley the timid responses.

Ashley is hoping to persuade herself that she is the victim rather than the hunter, meaning the guilt is the Avon Lady's, not Ashley’s. Nevertheless, Ashley is a basically honest woman, which is rare in fantasies which have this high anti-guilt component. It is she who proposes the second act, which naturally leads to the finale.

Ashley, if you can't come out of the closet, enhance and enjoy that fantasy of yours. It will compensate for what might otherwise cause frustrations, having got yourself this far. I hope one day, though, you’ll experience the real thing, if so you choose to explore your options.