That had thrown things a little...
I had intended to talk to my wife about everything that night. What I knew about her activities. What she didn't know about mine.
It was going to be kill or cure time.
But now she would be coming back and wanting to tell me about Liz. To be honest, I wanted to hear about Liz. But that meant that we would have to talk about everything else, about us, afterwards. I just hoped it wouldn't get too late.
Tomorrow was Friday. I expected that she would be off to Karen again. And that was the weekend done. Well, until Sunday night anyway.
I didn't want to leave it that long. If I put it off there was a danger I would never do it.
So I would just have to find a way to turn the conversation away from Liz and onto the other stuff.
Chloe had woken when my alarm went off too. I told her what had happened. She, of course, was very excited about that development and made me promise to tell her everything. But she was at least understanding about the fact that this had complicated matters slightly.
And she told me that if it went pear shaped with my wife, I was to come straight back to her.
She said that she would make me feel better, then slid under the duvet. My cock was floppy as she took it in her hands and closed her lips around it. It took mere seconds before it was rock hard in her mouth.
She moved up and down my shaft a few times, stroking the base of it as she did so, twisting her hand slightly each time to increase the sensation. All thoughts of my wife were momentarily banished.
Then, as suddenly as she had started, she stopped. She sat upright, lifting the duvet off me, leaving me and my erect cock exposed.
"Just a taster" she said, and jumped off the bed, heading towards the shower. Her night shirt only just covered her arse cheeks when she was standing still. As she walked away it rose slightly, exposing the beautiful curve at the bottom of each one.
I was horny as hell and she knew it. She also knew what I was looking at. She stopped in the doorway, and looked back over her shoulder.
"Tonight" she said "if you need me"
"I need you now" I realised I was subconsciously stroking my dick as I said that.
She laughed and repeated "tonight" and walked away.
After all that, work was rubbish. I don't think I did a single thing. I was just playing the scene with my wife over and over in my head, wondering how to broach the subject with her. And that was complicated by the fact that I was horny as hell for Chloe's arse.
I left before 5.
I wasn't sure if my wife would be back or not when I got home, but as my house came into view I could see her car on the drive. I noted that there was no sign of a black Audi anywhere.
I don't know how long she'd been home, but her bags were still on the floor in the hallway. I heard the toilet flush upstairs and the sound of movement above. Then the sound of someone coming downstairs.
I was filling the kettle with my back to the kitchen doorway when she made her grand entrance.
"Ta da!" she shouted.
I turned. She was standing in the doorway, her arms up in the air in a mock celebration.
She grinned at me. "I told you. Still waters. I told you..."
If she was going to be like this about it, I didn't want to know.
"You did. Fair play" I said "How did that happen then?"
She couldn't wait to tell me.
"There were four of us right, two teachers, two TAs, and we had to share a room, because there were only two rooms... There were another couple of schools there this week. So, as soon as the woman from the centre said we had to share, Liz says she'll share with me. The two TAs are quite young anyway... Shelley and Lucy?"
I shook my head.
"Anyway" she continued, "Liz says to them 'you two can share, you don't want to share with us two fogies'... So I said 'hoy', but anyway..." she waved at herself to get on with it. "I just had a feeling that she wanted to share with me for a reason. Maybe it was after the way she reacted when I told her I was bisexual"
"Right..."
"So nothing happens the first night. We were all tired. But we were together all day with the kids every day and really having a good time, so getting really friendly. But there's nothing to do there at night. There isn't even a telly. They let staff have their WiFi password, but that's pretty shit too. You couldn't stream anything. So we just sat and talked, all four of us."
At that point I wondered if she was going to tell me about some girl on girl orgy.
"And I presume you couldn't have a drink... " I stated, more than asked, but she took it as a question.
"Well of course not! What if something happened to one of the kids and we had to drive them somewhere. And from where anyway? They don't have a bar do they!"
"Yeah, OK, I know"
"So we were going to bed, like, ten o'clock, even though we weren't really that tired after the first night. And so the second night, we're in bed and talking, and it's just me and her now isn't it..."
"Yeah"
"So she just asks me how Karen is. Out of the blue. But I knew it was just a way to ask me more about what I'd told her."
"What did you say?"
"I was a bit coy, to be honest. I don't know why. I think I didn't really believe something could happen" she shrugged. "I just said she was fine"
"OK. And what did she say next?" I presumed Liz must have said something to move the conversation along if they had ended up fucking.
"She said that she hoped I didn't mind her prying, but that she had been fascinated by what I had said, she wanted to know how it worked, swapping between you and Karen"
She went on to say how she had explained that she was polyamorous, that Liz understood what that meant, that she had told her that I was cool with everything, that I played with other women too, we were totally open about what we did.
Except we're not, I thought at that point.
She said that Liz had asked how all this had come about. That she had simplified her answer, but basically had said that we had talked one day about her being curious about going with another woman, that we had found a website for 'adult encounters' as she called it, and I had set an account up for her. That she had met Karen through the site and things had gone from there.
Then she said Liz had asked her, just to clarify, that my wife didn't know for certain she was bisexual at that point. She just thought she might be and wanted to try it.
My wife had said yes, that was it, and then apparently Liz had said 'God, I wish I was that brave!'
Of course it was then my wife's turn to ask questions. Liz had said that she had had a crush on a girl in her teaching college, but hadn't dared say or do anything. It was the 90s, but things were still nowhere near as liberated or open as they are now.
Liz had then said that ever since then she had often been attracted to other women, but didn't know if it was ever more than just a passing feeling, a leftover, perhaps, of her unrequited feelings for the girl in college, that were almost making her think like that. Almost as if her subconscious was being mischievous with her.
Then apparently she had said that she wished she had kissed the girl in college, or any other woman, that she thought she would know then, what she really felt too.
Of course my wife needed no second invitation. It sounded to me, listening to the story being relayed, that Liz was angling for my wife to kiss her, and of course my wife had realised the same.
So she had asked Liz if she wanted to kiss another woman. If she wanted to kiss her. Liz had apparently said no, initially, but my wife had pressed her, and told her this was another chance to be brave. To find out for certain.
Liz hadn't said yes or no to this. She had just looked at my wife.
My wife said that she had climbed out of bed, slowly. She emphasised that it was slowly, and gone over to Liz. Liz had then come out with the classic, almost clichéd lines, 'oh god, are you sure?' and then 'what am I doing?'
The latter of which my wife took as a green light that they were doing something.
Apparently they had kissed, then kissed again and then again. My wife said she could feel how Liz was responding, but then the other woman had laughed, nervously my wife said, and said 'oh gosh, look at us. What are we like' and had suddenly excused herself and rolled out of the opposite side of the bed to where my wife was and almost run to the toilet.
She had been ages apparently. When she returned my wife was back in her own bed. Liz just got into bed and said goodnight.
The next morning Liz had dressed in the bathroom. My wife was kicking herself for pushing her too far.
I said that it didn't sound like she had. But still my wife had found a quiet spot to apologise to Liz that morning. Liz had laughed it off and said that she was fine. But my wife could tell that she wasn't.
The day had passed without further comment, but with the shadow of the previous night between them.
Finally, when it was bed time and they were alone again, my wife had decided it was better to sort things out, before they returned to the school. To normality.
She said she apologised to Liz again, for making her feel uncomfortable and for the unwanted approach.
"She hung her head" my wife said "for ages. Then she looked at me. She said 'I wasn't uncomfortable. I really liked it. And it wasn't unwanted... I wanted it...Then and now. I'm just scared what it means, for my marriage, for my life. What would Brian say?'..."
My wife told her it didn't have to mean anything for her marriage. In fact it could be a positive thing. And Brian, her husband, didn't need to know.
And suddenly Liz kissed her. Passionately. Full on. My wife didn't think she was going to let her go at one point. But after they'd had sex, and were lying naked in bed together, Liz had said she was frightened that if she stopped she would never start again.
When they broke from the kiss, Liz had just said "if you don't do it now, I'll never do it"
So my wife lifted Liz's nightie over her head, revealing, my wife said, somewhat cruelly, large floppy breasts. But she had told her they were beautiful and then removed Liz's panties.
"Full bush?"... I had to ask.
"Full bush" my wife replied. "But don't worry, I'll sort that out" and winked at me.
Then my wife stripped and stepped forward to kiss Liz again. Pressing her naked body against her.
Liz had commented on how nice my wife's tits were, compared to her own. So my wife lifted them up and presented them to her. Liz tentatively licked her left nipple, then just latched on, sucking it hard and eagerly. My wife let her suckle her for a little while then led Liz backwards to her bed.
My wife had lain down and guided Liz between her legs, first placing her hand there, and then telling her to lick her.
Then they had 69d, then tribbed, before my wife wanked Liz to her first ever orgasm.
My wife stood there, arms folded. Pleased as could be with herself.
"So what now?" I was following up on the comment about sorting out Liz's pubic hair. I took that to mean this wasn't a one off.
"She's coming for lunch with Karen and I on Sunday" she said. "We're going to help her sort out what to do"
"Are you going to see her again? Fuck her, I mean..."
"Yes. She's my little project" she said, a little patronisingly. "I can't just stop now can I. I need to help her explore her sexuality don't I. Besides, I haven't had her in a spreader bar yet" she grinned and I recalled the fantasy she revealed when she came back from Karen's the first time.
Suddenly I saw my way forward.
"So you're going to be busy with her then" I said.
"Oh Yes" she replied, smiling, a little too smugly for my liking.
I sorted that.
"So how are you going to find time for her then? In between seeing Karen..."
I paused, ever so slightly, for effect
"and the guy you've been fucking every Monday night for months..."
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