I got on well with Brenda, so I had no problem picking up the phone and calling her. It was something I did more often than my girlfriends realised. The calls were usually to stay in touch and get some advice about Clare, our mutual girlfriend.
Today’s phone call wasn’t going to be any different as I wanted to discuss Clare’s impulsive declaration that she was thinking for part of next year of keeping her pussy girl only. She had called it a reset, but I knew better; something was going on behind those beautiful chocolate-brown eyes, and I needed to know what that was.
“If you’re after my body, David,” Brenda chuckled, “I have to tell you that you’re not my type!”
I laughed… This was Brenda’s way of saying hello, as everyone knew she was a lesbian, or as she would call herself, a bull dyke, and wouldn’t be interested in a young, handsome, athletic, and modest man like me.
It was noticeable that Brenda’s appearance had changed during the four months she had been in a sexually charged relationship with Clare. Brenda had lost weight and grown her hair, and her feminine side had become more prominent.
Whether this was Clare’s influence or the fact that she was in her late forties, I didn’t know. Though don’t get me wrong, Brenda still wore baggy trouser suits and a specially handcrafted strap-on cock, which she called a piece.
After engaging in some casual conversation, I mentioned the reason for my call, that Clare had threatened to go girl-only in 1988, and I wanted to know if Brenda was aware of this.
“I know a little, David, and I can tell you it has nothing to do with me. I have no issue with Clare sleeping with men, and I positively encourage her to fuck other women, as you well know.”
I concurred with the older lady. Everyone knew that Brenda preferred younger girls who were extremely promiscuous.
“Clare’s fucking perfect for me as she cannot keep her legs closed,” she then chuckled, which I knew was now only partially true. For the last four months, Clare had changed one habit. She had managed to adjust to only having sex with one man, namely me.
“David, I do not doubt that she loves you, and I always mention that to her when your name comes up. However, I think Clare has become smitten with Karen. I admit it; I didn’t see that coming. However, please keep this information to yourself, as I don’t want anyone to believe that I’m losing my touch.
“Do you think she is trying to give it a go with Karen and will break up with me?” I posed this question, not wanting to know the answer.
“I don’t think so, David. The simple truth is Clare likes men, and I think she is trying to fight that fact. We both know the time will come when she realises that reality.”
“So Brenda, do you think this is just a phase?”
“Yes, David… I can’t see Clare keeping her legs closed, and I can’t see Karen waiting forever for that to fucking happen. Karen will find someone else to fuck and maybe even go into a relationship with… Clare is Clare.”
Those last three words made me smile as they reminded me of how Clare had described Rob. When I had asked her to describe him, she had said, “Rob is Rob.”
“I have no doubt Clare loves you, David. As you know, I have only loved one man, Hugo, and I see that in Clare when she looks at you…”
I couldn’t help smiling at hearing those words, and with them, we finished the call.
*****
It was late Friday afternoon, and I was in the “girl’s” bedroom watching a slightly nervous Sarah getting ready for tonight’s date with Liz. She had just taken a shower and had freshly shaved her pussy; there wasn’t a hint of hair left on it—I knew because she had asked me to check for any stray hairs.
I silently observed my girlfriend drying her hair and applying her makeup. This was all done completely nude. It was Sarah’s way. Her clothes were always the last item to go on her body, often just before we went out the door.
“What are you going to wear?” I asked, mainly to break the current silence that seemed to fill the room.
Still naked, Sarah went to her wardrobe and held up a new white woollen dress. It was figure-hugging, had a roll-neck collar, and finished a few inches above her knee.
“This,” she held it up, “and those,” Sarah pointed to the collection of black underwear and the wide patent leather belt that was piled on the bed.
As the silence returned, I carried on watching her get ready. First, she slipped on her lacy new black G-string, her bald slit clearly visible through the thin translucent material, and then the matching bra, which only partially obscured her nipples.
“Don’t you want to take a photo?” Sarah asked as she stood there just in her bra and panties. It was the normal sort of thing I would do.
“Of course I do, but this film will be developed at the local chemist.”
This was something Sarah and I had recently talked about. Brenda had developed quite a few films for us, most of them containing explicit photos of Sarah; it was something that Brenda had agreed to do for us.
However, after Clare’s recent car borrowing transgression and subsequent punishment, Sarah and I had agreed that we didn’t want Brenda to think that we were taking advantage of her, as we knew that was the one thing she despised.
“That’s okay, David, just not the one in my village. Maybe the one you used before.”
The obvious lack of hesitation from Sarah reminded me of how much my girlfriend had changed since the summer and the arrival of Clare. Then, she had been deeply worried about me dropping off a roll of film with her faceless naked image on it.
With Sarah’s agreement, I took several photos of her in her underwear and then rolling on her stockings. She then quite willingly posed on the bed in various suggestive positions. By the time she was fully dressed, I had somehow managed to use a full roll of film.
It was true to say that I could never take enough photos of the extremely photogenic and exceedingly willing model, my Sarah.
*****
We sat in my car looking across the deserted Grapevine pub car park. It was six-thirty p.m.—the agreed-upon time to meet Liz. During the hour’s drive, Sarah had gotten quieter and quieter; she was nervous, and eventually, she told me that she felt that our game had suddenly started to feel very real.
“Are you ready?” I softly asked, glancing at Sarah, her long black coat now securely wrapped around her body.
She didn’t move or answer me. Instead, she continued to look across the empty car park at the old-fashioned pub. Despite its rural location, the start of a medium-sized city was just a ten-minute drive away on the motorway.
“We don’t have to go in,” I then added as I let my hand wander up Sarah’s right leg until my fingers found her bare skin. I still hadn’t gotten over the fact that she was wearing stockings for Liz, and it made me wonder why I had never asked either of my girlfriends to wear them for me.
“I want to do this, David, but this now feels like a big step, though I am not sure why after all the things we did together in Crete.”
“Tonight, I am going to be right beside you,” I replied, feeling excited, as my fingers gently brushed the front of Sarah’s black panties.
It was an action that seemed to awaken my girlfriend as she opened her door, her new gold anklet briefly glinting as it caught the light. It was then, with a warm smile, she deliberately gave me a flash of her stocking top and bare thigh as she stepped out of my car.
I had not mentioned it, but I was pleased at Sarah’s eagerness to wear stockings tonight when it was requested by Liz. It gave me the feeling, with the winter months almost here, that Sarah would be wearing stockings instead of tights.
With the early chill of the mid-November night around us, Sarah pulled her long black coat tight as the click of her heels announced our approaching presence as we walked to the Grapevine pub’s front door. Sarah’s left hand gripped my right, tightening with every step.
We entered the almost deserted pub and immediately saw Liz. She stood out, even though she was facing the other way. Her wavy auburn hair was past shoulder length and a little longer than what I had expected from her photos.
Liz was sitting at the bar and talking across it to a slightly older lady, whom I assumed was the pub’s landlady. It was she who first saw us approaching, which caused Liz to turn and then smile as her warm, chestnut eyes latched straight onto Sarah.
There was no doubt that Liz was attractive, dressed in an olive green business suit. The expensive cut told everyone who looked her way that she wielded power, while the knee-length skirt emphasised her femininity.
Liz extended out her right hand, which we shook in turn. As we did so, I sensed my girlfriend had started to relax as she liked what she saw.
“Sarah, you are gorgeous,” Liz remarked, which brought a beaming smile from my girlfriend, though no return compliment. So, I stepped in and remarked that Liz looked lovely too, which didn’t seem to have the same reaction as it became clear to me that Sarah and Liz hadn’t stopped looking at each other.
“This is Greta, my friend and the owner of this establishment,” Liz stated as she waved her hand in the direction of the landlady before warmly adding. “She will be looking after us tonight if we choose to eat.”
I quickly took in Grete as she chatted with Sarah and Liz. She was probably in her early fifties, shorter than us, and had fairly short hair. I also got the vibe that she preferred the ladies; though I noticed she wore a wedding ring.
With our drinks, we then moved to a table well away from the bar and the few other pub clientele. Liz walked in front of us; her womanly curves and slight wiggle emphasised her sexiness with every step she took.
There was no doubt that Liz was a beautiful woman. Her photos did not fully capture her beauty, as she could easily be mistaken for someone in her twenties. She was shorter than us, around five-four, thin, yet posed an enticing, curvy bottom.
We took our seats, Sarah next to me, and the conversation started to flow. First, we engaged in small talk, much of which we were already familiar with, and then Liz told us more about herself and how she met other women. She reminded us that she normally only met girls three times for sex, but if both her husband and she agreed, it could be a lot more, especially if you were invited to their Cotswold home.
Sarah did most of the talking as I listened in, assessing Liz while she was no doubt doing the same with us.
It was only as we finished our drink that Liz asked whether we had eaten. We hadn’t.
“As you know, I have a room here for the night, and guests have a private dining area away from the noise of the pub. This will be my treat.”
I smiled at Liz’s comment as the bar area was quiet and almost empty. I turned towards Sarah, as it was her call. It was obvious to me that Liz wanted to go somewhere more private.
On seeing my glance, Sarah said, “I like that.” She seemed now to be very relaxed in Liz’s company. It was like Liz had charmed her.
Liz had a quick conversation with Greta, and then, armed with a fresh bottle of the same white wine Sarah was enjoying, we went through a heavy side door marked “guests.” On the other side, we found ourselves in a cosy room. It was filled with three solid dining tables, each featuring bench seats with high backs.
On the far side of the room was another door that had a sign saying “Guest Accommodation,” and to our right, there was a third matching door with a sign saying, “Staff Only.” I assumed that one went to the pub kitchen.
Liz told us, “Greta will be through soon. She says any table is fine, as it appears I am the only guest staying here tonight.”
After making that statement, Liz inserted the key into the lock and secured the door between the bar and our room. Once again I found myself looking at Sarah, but her attention now seemed completely on Liz, and I had the feeling where this was all heading.
“Right, you two,” Liz announced, almost businesslike, “now that we have a little privacy, I am going to do what I have been dying to do ever since I first set my eyes on Sarah.”
With those words, Liz took Sarah in her arms and kissed her on the lips, my girlfriend returning the kiss with interest.
I just stood there watching, the third wheel, my eyes taking in my girlfriend and her eagerness to respond. She had pulled the older woman’s body close, their bodies moulding together as their earnest kiss became more of a snog.
I was all but forgotten, my eyes scanning up from Sarah’s black patent stilettos, her dark stockings, and the contrast of the shiny, new anklet that hung around her right ankle. It felt like a beacon to me, alerting everyone in the empty room to my girlfriend’s availability for sex.
My eyes drifted higher as both women continued to kiss, the atmosphere in the room becoming more sexually charged by the second. Liz’s hands had dropped to Sarah’s bottom, the contrast of my girlfriend’s white woollen dress against the older woman’s sun-kissed hands not lost on me as she gently squeezed it.
They broke apart and knowingly smiled at each other, both a little flustered. The kiss had been no longer than ten seconds, but I sensed that a decision had already been made.
Feeling a little left out, I playfully puckered my lips, waiting for my kiss from Liz. She laughed and pushed my face to one side as she pecked me on the cheek.
Without a word, Sarah slid into the bench seat, and unsurprisingly, Liz slid in next to her, leaving me to have the bench opposite. They were now the couple. Without mentioning it, we all knew that the rest of the evening would be about the two ladies, and I was hopefully going to be watching.
“Liz, do we have complete privacy here?” Sarah asked, seeking reassurance as she looked around.
“Absolutely, I have now locked all the doors. You will need a room key to go to the pub’s three guest bedrooms.” Liz pointed to the door on the other side of the room. “And Greta will be serving us. She knows why you are here, Sarah.”
I chuckled as Sarah blushed. She was not yet confident enough to tell the world that she was bisexual.
With the bottle opened, the wine poured, and the conversation now private, we made our meal choices. Liz disappeared to pay for them, and it gave Sarah and me a brief moment of privacy together.
“Are you okay?” I asked, knowing that she was now a lot more relaxed than when we entered the pub.
Sarah smiled. “Never better,” she sipped her wine and then added. “I’m horny, and I like Liz… Six months ago, I’m sure you never imagined we would be doing something like this.”
I agreed.
“You know, without Clare, I wouldn’t have been here… I feel she has been good for both of us,” Sarah stated.
“So you like Clare?” I questioned her, noting that it was the second time she had said something similar.
“You know I do, but mister—you need to remember that I am your number one girlfriend.”
I chuckled. Yes, Sarah was my number one girlfriend, and she liked reminding me of that fact, though they both knew I always tried to treat them as equals.
“Are you okay?” Sarah quietly whispered. It was as if she suddenly remembered that tonight was not all about her, though we both knew it mostly was.
“Never better,” I replied with a smile, deliberately using the very words Sarah had said to me.
Liz returned, and as she once again sat next to Sarah, she leaned in for another kiss, which my girlfriend happily returned. As she did so, Liz’s hand briefly fondled Sarah’s breast before dropping to my girlfriend’s lap.
“As I mentioned, Greta is going to bring the food through so we have complete privacy. Sarah, she is one of us, bisexual, and very happy to join David and watch if we get up to anything here.”
Sarah’s eyes shot open, and, though partially obscured by the table, I noticed Liz’s hand moving along my girlfriend’s leg.
“Stockings, good girl,” Liz suddenly purred as Sarah took a large sip of her wine but made no attempt to remove the older woman’s hand as her fingers explored my girlfriend’s bare skin.
Sitting there, observing, I felt my cock harden. I was hoping to watch Liz with Sarah, but I wasn’t sure how far this would go this evening, especially the part about me watching. As far as I was concerned, what happened tonight was completely up to my girlfriend.
“Sarah,” I said, “haven’t we got some photos to give to Liz and Derek?”
They were in my girlfriend’s coat pocket, which was currently hanging over the back of the bench she and Liz were sitting on.
Without a word, Sarah stood up to get them. In doing so, she turned and leaned over the bench to retrieve the envelope. Her backside was now presenting itself to me, even if it was still covered by her white wool dress.
I also noticed that Liz’s hand was still on Sarah’s thigh, her fingers caressing the bare skin above her stocking tops. On impulse, I reached forward and lifted the hem of Sarah’s dress, exposing her bottom to me and her covered sex to Liz’s eyes.
The older woman smiled as Sarah froze, the sudden rush of cold air seemingly alerting my girlfriend that she was exposed. All that was stopping Liz’s fingers was a thin, almost transparent piece of black fabric.
My girlfriend just leaned there; the only sound was her shallow breathing. It was clear to me that Sarah wanted Liz’s fingers to continue their journey.
“Sarah was right; you do like sharing her,” Liz excitedly whispered, her eyes locked on the thin material that currently covered Sarah’s bald pussy. “It seems you are just like my husband, Derek.”
“Yes,” I softly whispered back, admitting it to Liz for the first time.
I was holding Sarah’s dress up with my left hand while my right hand was massaging her buttocks.
Liz’s fingers moved between my girlfriend’s long, shapely legs. A gentle moan escaped Sarah’s mouth. The desirable MILF began to rub her pussy through the thin, lacy material.
The MILF’s action drew my attention, prompting me to extend my right hand to join Liz’s. Our fingers briefly touched, and a spark of electricity flew between us as our eyes fleetingly met. It was a deliberate act, and my cue to more firmly say… “But I also like joining in.”
As Liz continued to massage my girlfriend’s sex, she looked at me once again; she had understood the message.
I had been trying to make it clear that if this sexual relationship went further than just Liz—that if it directly involved her husband, then I would be seeking to fuck this desirable MILF.
I withdrew my finger and placed my hand back on Sarah’s bottom; she was not moving. Liz continued to gently rub her finger along my girlfriend’s slit.
Sarah just perched there, enjoying the attention of two people. My girlfriend’s submissiveness once again bubbled up as her desire to exhibit her body cemented the paralysis she was currently experiencing. Sarah’s breathing was shallow, yet expectant.
“Are you sure Greta won’t mind?” I questioned, looking for some sort of reassurance as I hooked my fingers into Sarah’s panties.
“No, she probably will want to join in or, at the very least, watch.”
Upon hearing Sarah’s quiet moan, Liz carefully continued to touch her panty-clad pussy.
I had a decision to make…
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