Until Christmas two years ago, I thought I had everything.

Then my husband asked what I wanted for Christmas, and I said, “I want the hood of my clit pierced.” I thought it would be a turn-on for both of us. And that’s all it took.

I found a place in the city owned by a lady named Shyla. We discussed what I wanted on the phone (she had the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard), and two weeks before Christmas Warren and I drove into the city. I was as nervous as on my wedding day. A guy behind the counter gave me a form to fill out, and as I did that, an Asian-looking woman came down the stairs and introduced herself as Shyla.

I was barely able to get my name out! We shook hands, but held on a little longer than we should have, just looking in each other’s eyes. Shyla took us to a room and explained how to clean and take care of the piercing, and said to avoid sex for four weeks to avoid infection. I told Warren to wait in the lobby. When he walked out, Shyla shut and locked the door and turned and told me to take my pants and panties off. I’ve never undressed quicker.

Shyla was looking at my bald pussy, which I keep waxed smooth. My face turned red. She said, “I like them bald the best. Does it taste sweet?”

I was at a loss for words. While I sat on the exam table, she sat on a chair between my legs, put my feet in stirrups and pushed my thighs apart. I was dripping on the table.

Shyla dipped a finger in it, brought it to her mouth and said, “I was right.”

She looked in my eyes as she lowered her mouth to my pussy. One flick of her tongue and I came. She took my hood between her fingers and slid the needle through. It didn’t hurt at all. As she slid the ring in place, she said the orgasm had an effect like a painkiller.

I asked, “Do you do this with all your clients?”

“No,” she said. “If you want to return the favor, call me in two weeks. Here’s my home number and address.”

I just said, “Okay.”

All the way home Warren asked questions. Finally I said, “It’s going to be a long four weeks.” Of course I knew that in only two weeks I would be having sex with a woman for the first time!

The next morning I slept in, and awoke to a ringing phone. I answered half-asleep but was wide awake when I realized who it was.

It was like talking to my best friend. I said, “We must have been soulmates in another time.” Shyla agreed. I said I was going crazy wanting to see her and it

would be a long two weeks. She said she felt the same.

For those two weeks we talked on the phone every day. Shyla called, so the calls wouldn’t show up on my bill.

I was nervous as I drove up her driveway. The garage door opened as I reached it and shut behind me. Shyla was standing in the doorway, wearing a white tank top that barely contained her breasts plus a pair of boy’s shorts that rode up the crevice of her pussy.

We walked hand in hand to her bedroom. She had candles lit all around the room and soft music playing. I told her I’d never had sex with another woman.

She said, “That’s okay. We have all day to get it right.”

I took her in my arms and kissed her soft mouth, feeling her tongue wrestle with mine. I ran my hands up and down her back, then reached down and caressed her ass. I pushed her shorts off her hips and down her shapely legs. I caressed them as I made my way back up toward her pussy.

Shyla moaned when I avoided her wetness and pushed her tank top up and took it off. The nipples of her soft C-cup breasts got as hard as pebbles at the slightest touch. Knowing we couldn’t stand up all day, I pushed her back on the bed. I straddled her waist and looked in her blue-green eyes and realized I would never be the same. We kissed, and I sucked and nibbled the side of her neck. Immediately she got goose bumps all over.

I licked and sucked her nipples, leaving a trail of kisses down her belly. I tongued her belly button, and she wiggled her hips and ground her pussy against my thigh. The gold-colored hair on her mound was faint. As I held her lips open, her pussy twitched.

I looked in her eyes and saw a look that said she couldn’t wait any longer. I lowered my mouth to her pussy. It was the sweetest thing I had ever tasted! I slid two fingers in. Her hips were gyrating so fast that it was hard to keep contact. I sucked her clit in my mouth and tongued it. Her pussy started to contract around my fingers.

As the spasms lightened, I slid a finger in Shyla’s ass. Another spasm crawled up her body, which glistened with sweat. She kissed me, licking her juices off my chin. She said, “Are you sure you haven’t ever had sex with a woman? You’re damn good at licking pussy.”

I said, “I simply did what I like having done to me.”

We made love all over Shyla’s house that morning, and for three months after that. Then she came to my house for a threesome with Warren. It went well, but after she left, he asked me if I loved Shyla. I said that I did, and that she loved me too. He told me he knew the day I saw her that he’d lost me. He said he couldn’t live this way. We divorced, and I moved in with Shyla.

We’ve been together for a year now, and I’m getting used to a new lifestyle. I’ve never been happier.