I'm going crazy here...

[IWantCandy]

OK, this is driving me nuts. I'm happily married but VERY bi-curious. My hubby is completely open to the idea of being with another woman. However, we live in a very small (1000 people) rural town and the opportunity has never presented itself. Meanwhile I find myself fantasizing constantly about licking a pussy and sucking on nipples and everything else I could possibly do with another woman. I feel like I'm masturbating to the thought about 50 times a week and it's driving me to distraction. Especially reading the posts in this forum. Guess I really didn't have a question or anything...just wanted to get that off my chest.

 

[PoliteSuccubus]

Put an ad in the local underground paper or college singles the next city big enough to have one, and then take a weekend trip to meet possiables.

Or, hire a professional.

 

[SweetCherry]

I feel your pain, Candy. I'm from a town about half that size. It bites. All I can say is, thakn god for internet.

 

[alltherage]

Good luck. Just know that their are others around you in that small town. I would hang out at the produce stand in the market and observe how different women respond to mellons and kiwi and peachs. Talk to the more tactile ones and especially any who start licking their lips as they pick out their peaches.

Seriously. Where there is a will their is usually a funeral.

 

[Eye Seek]

Not impossible

You can explore your bisexuality even in your small town -- IF you carefully read the signs to choose the right person. Alltherage is on the right track with those produce hints, but you have to observe VERY carefully. I carried on a steamy adulterous affair in a town of 900 for over 15 years and no one was the wiser (or, at least, they never spoke up). I suggest looking for a person who has lots to lose -- a mother of two married to the mayor or local Baptist preacher -- and a tame reputation. She probably won't want her cunt-licking made public, so she'll keep her mouth shut even if she does crave your tongue. This may seem a little harsh, but you know and I know that small-town gossip is a deadly virus -- you can't let it get a foothold.

A married female friend who has had several one-night stands with women claims tourism is the answer. Small towns and their festivals bring in the city slickers, many who might be open to a fling. My friend meets them in local bars and at festival barbecues, quickly befriends them, eats their pussies, comes in their faces, and never sees them again.

Whatever happens ... good luck.