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A Week in Brighton

By: graymangazer



This story contains mild lesbian BDSM and female adultery. Please feel free to comment and contact me. Please enjoy.

Part 2.

When she awoke the following morning Lisa was immediately aware of where she was and what she had done. Lauren was still pressed against her and still held her, although her hands now rested on Lisa's arms.Reaching out to the bedside table she looked at the time on her mobile phone, it was ten thirty, later than she usually slept, but then she had had a late night and a busy one at that. She had set her phone on silent and now checked to see if she had missed any calls. She was both relieved and disappointed when she saw that John hadn't tried to get in touch. She also realized that this was the first time since she had come here that she had thought about her husband. She felt guilty but tried to push it away, but then she felt guilty for trying not to feel guilty. She thought about calling him, but what could she say? And besides he hadn't called either, and this hurt her, did he not miss her? Suddenly she realized that she missed him, and was about to phone but she felt movement in the bed, and she turned to see Lauren looking at her, and all other thoughts fled.

"Good morning," she said.

Lauren smiled "I love just watching you, do you want to make love?" 

"Yes, please," Lisa said and lay back down to move into the waiting arms. On the few occasions she had had 'breakfast sex' she had self-consciously hurried to the bathroom to pee and brush her teeth, but not this time. This time she wanted Lauren to have the real her, and she wanted to feel and taste the real Lauren before anything was washed away.

The first time they made love had been slow and gentle. This time by comparison was fast and frenetic, even a little brutal. Hair was pulled, skin was scratched and slapped, and flesh was bitten and pinched. Lisa gasped at every small pain, loving every touch, marveling more and more at each new sensation. She watched with growing excitement as Lauren arched her back off the bed; she had three fingers buried deep in her lover's pussy and her thumb moved fast over her clit. Lauren's hand gripped the wrist, pulling Lisa's fingers hard into herself. Nails dug painfully into Lisa's back as she was pulled toward the woman's waiting nipple. And as Lisa sucked the bud into her mouth and squeezed her teeth on the tender flesh Lauren stiffened and jerked in orgasm. Her arm snaked around Lisa's neck and she buried her face into the soft shoulder, biting hard on the flesh as she shuddered into another orgasm.

Both women lay on their backs panting, a mirror image, Lisa's left hand holding Lauren's right. 

"How many is that?" Lisa asked breathlessly.

"Six," Lauren said.

"So, can I come now?"

"Soon, I still have to spank you yet."

"Oh yes, I forgot." It was a bizarre situation: talking about being spanked as though it was nothing more than discussing what they would have for breakfast. But ten minutes later Lauren sat on the edge of the bed, her body turned at a slight angle with Lisa lying face down across her thighs, her head resting on the mattress. She felt as though she was on display waiting to be examined and she couldn't think of a more humiliating or exciting position. She expected a few playful slaps and maybe some teasing. But having been kept aroused and frustrated for twelve hours she was keen to experience whatever Lauren planned.

She yelped at the first slap, this was no playful spanking but a serious punishment. Lauren had slapped her hard, and her first reaction was to jump up, but a hand pressing firmly between her shoulder blades kept her in position. In response she swung her arm back in an effort to soothe her stinging bottom, but her wrist was grabbed and her arm forced painfully up to her shoulder blades.

"Ow, Lauren, that hurts!" she cried.

"It's meant to, what do you think a spanking's supposed to feel like? Now give me your other hand," and as if her arm had a mind of its own Lisa complied. Lauren positioned the arms so that each hand held the opposite elbow.

"Keep your hands there until I tell you differently," Lauren ordered. Lisa pushed her face into the bed, trying to muffle her moans of pain and of the pleasure at the way Lauren was dominating her.

She squealed at the second slap, by the third she started crying, and as the following slaps landed the pain began to blur into one burning sensation. Lauren swung her arm rhythmically, turning the snow white skin of Lisa's bottom into a bright red. Lisa moaned and cried tears of hurt, but she neither struggled nor pleaded. She meekly accepted the pain that Lauren offered her.

Eventually Lauren stopped, and resting her stinging hand on Lisa's bottom, she was surprised and aroused at how hot the flesh felt. Sobs shook the body that lay across her lap and she leant down to kiss the tear-stained cheek. Lisa twisted her head away in a show of petulance, but Lauren smiled at the childlike gesture and gently eased Lisa from her position on her lap. As she slid from Lauren's knees Lisa sank to the floor, and she knelt with her hands still clasped behind her back. It seemed the right and natural thing to do. 

"Come on," Lauren said, and held out her hand. Lisa slowly stood, and pouting, allowed herself to be led into the bathroom. "Sit up there." Lauren indicated a drawer unit off to one side of the large luxurious room, and with her head bowed Lisa felt like a chastised child as she obeyed the command. 

The spanking had shocked and hurt her more than she had expected, but she had also become tremendously aroused. And the more dominant and demanding Lauren became the more Lisa fell into a submissive role. She was normally a very strong-willed woman, but this was a side to herself that she had never experienced. She had never been spanked before, at least not seriously, and she was unsure how she was supposed to react: she couldn't pretend to feel outraged, but she didn't want to appear too contrite; so she sulked and acted like a brat.

Balancing on the counter-top Lisa suddenly became acutely aware of her nakedness. Lauren sat on a padded stool, her face level with Lisa's crotch and she spread Lisa's thighs as wide as possible, Lisa felt her face flush with embarrassment at being exposed in such a lewd manor. Using a small pair of scissors Lauren snipped away the hair covering Lisa's pussy. Her tummy fluttered in excitement when shaving foam was squirted onto her mound and gently massaged into the remaining stubble, and she gasped as Lauren teased her by dipping her finger into the soaking pussy. Lying back with her eyes closed she pushed her hips forward as Lauren worked with the razor. It was all too much. She had to come, she looked down at the picture of concentration that was Lauren and finally resorted to begging. "Please, Lauren, I have to cum. Please say I can. I'm begging you, please let me," she was almost crying with her need to orgasm.

Lauren looked up with a smile of triumph; she scooped a finger through the soap on Lisa's pussy and playfully wiped it on her nose.

"Just a few more minutes, my pet, and I'll bring you to the biggest orgasm of your life." 

Lisa slumped back against the wall, she was disappointed but so excited in anticipation, she didn't even wipe away the suds on her nose. 

Using a warm flannel Lauren cleaned away the excess soap and studied her handiwork. Lisa looked down at herself and drew in a shuddering breath. "It's beautiful," she whispered. Lauren had shaved her bare, apart from a patch two inches square just above her pussy. This she had fashioned into a heart shape and Lisa loved it.

"Let's shower," Lauren said and held out her hand.

The shower, like everything in the house, was a luxury, easily large enough to accommodate two people, with pulsing warm water jets from various angles. The two women soaped and washed each other, taking every opportunity to caress and feel and kiss and lick each other's bodies. And as they kissed Lisa knew they would make love again, and that this time she would cum. She wondered what was happening to her? She loved sex and she enjoyed a healthy and exciting love life with John, but this lust she felt for Lauren scared her. It seemed as though she couldn't get enough, she certainly had never had so much sex in such a short time before, and still she wanted more.

Standing with her back to Lauren, Lisa had her palms against the wall above her head. Her nipples rubbed across the wet tiles and she moaned in pleasure as Lauren kissed and nibbled the back of her neck. A hand slid around her body between her chest and the wall, squeezing her breast and pinching and twisting her nipple. She groaned at the pain and willed Lauren to squeeze harder. Another hand trailed down her spine and eased between her buttocks. The soapy fingers explored further, finally pushing into her pussy. Lisa screamed as her clit was massaged while fingers worked in and out of her. Her climax was fast approaching and she knew this time Lauren wouldn't stop her.

With her lips touching Lisa's ear Lauren whispered "Come for me now!" At the same time she pushed her thumb into Lisa's arse and applied pressure to her clit. It was as though she had flicked a switch. Lisa arched her back, her head flung back and her mouth wide open. Warm water rained down on her face, but she didn't notice. Her legs buckled and she began sliding down the wall, forcing Lauren's fingers harder against her pussy. She shook and a continuous wail erupted from her mouth as her orgasm caused her body to spasm, her climax actually caused her pain, a beautiful pain that she wanted to go on forever.

Lisa cried, she sat in the corner of the shower, her knees pulled up to her chest and her head resting against the wall. She held tight to Lauren's hand, and not knowing why, she cried.

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I awoke the following day feeling like death: I was back in the hotel, though I had no idea how I got there. I felt nauseous and my head was throbbing with an ache never before known to man. It took me a few minutes to realize that Lisa wasn't with me. I assumed she had gone out somewhere and I went back to sleep. I awoke again just before noon, I was feeling only slightly better and Lisa still wasn't back. I tried to recall what had happened the previous night, and as it slowly came back to me I grew more and more concerned.

Lisa, my lovely innocent wife, who had told me in no uncertain terms that there was absolutely no chance of her having sex with another woman, had spent the night with a lesbian. There had to be a simple explanation: They had gone on to a club, and Lisa had stayed over rather than coming back to the hotel by herself. She had slept on the sofa. That's what I told myself, but then I remembered that kiss, and Lauren's hand down Lisa's pants and I knew in my heart I was wrong.

Of course there was an easy way to find out. All I had to do was phone her. Simple! But it still took me twenty minutes to find the courage. I was terrified that my fears would be confirmed, but even so I dialed the number and waited. No answer! I tried again with the same result. Now my imagination went into overdrive. I assumed she was with Lauren and I thought of all the things they might be doing together. I had no idea where she was or how to find her. But I felt more than a little guilty, because despite all my worries, just the thought of them together excited me, and I felt my penis become erect.

I tried her phone twice more, but still didn't get a response. So I showered and ordered food. More details of the night before came back to me, and I recalled how the two of them had disappeared for a while. I wondered again what they had been doing, and I now thought it was something other than just fixing their makeup.

It was four o'clock when I walked into the bar. Having heard nothing from Lisa and having my calls unanswered I was very worried. I began to imagine her lying in a ditch somewhere. I even convinced myself that I wouldn't mind her being with Lauren as long as she was safe. Not knowing what else to do I walked into town, thinking somebody at the bar might know Lauren and how to get in touch with her. I was in luck: the first person I saw was Stephanie, but I was surprised to find her working there.

"Oh hello, how are you today?" she asked cheerily. She obviously remembered me and appeared genuinely pleased to see me.

"Hi, I'm fine," I lied. "Well, not really, Stephanie, I'm looking for Lisa; she didn't come back last night. I remember she left with Lauren. Do you know how to contact her?"

She looked away and polished the counter, paying just a little too much attention to the chore. It was obvious that she knew something. "Please, Stephanie, I'm worried, she's not answering her phone. If you know where she is please tell me?"

When she looked back there was sympathy in her eyes and also, I thought, a small amount of pity. "I'm sure she's okay, she just needs time." She must have seen my look of puzzlement as she placed both hands on the bar and said, "She's with Lauren, she'll be back. You just have to give her space, let her find herself. She'll be a bit confused, trust me I know how it feels. Let her work it out herself." She wore a t-shirt and as I looked down I noticed she also had words tattooed on her forearm just like Amelia, only this time I could read them. 'Lauren's girl' and seeing this I realized that they were all in this together.

"What the hell is going on here? Just tell me where she is, Stephanie." I was growing angry; it wasn't a familiar feeling for me.

"How would I know? I'm not her keeper." she answered.

"Don't give me that shit, I know you know, just tell me where she is." I thumped the counter, rattling the glasses, I was rapidly losing my patience and she jumped back in alarm.

After a moment's consideration she came to a decision. "Okay, just let me make a phone call, wait here." She said something to a young woman at the other end of the bar who took her place behind the counter. A beer that I never ordered was placed in front of me, and I waited with a thousand thoughts running through my head, I drank half of the pint in one go and stared at the door that Lisa had gone through with Lauren the night before. Again I wondered what they had done in there.



I walked around the town center hoping against hope I would spot them. But I knew it was useless, so I made my way back to the hotel. What Stephanie had told me only confirmed my suspicions: Lisa had spent the night with Lauren, in her bed. Though Stephanie hadn't confirmed that last part I'm not stupid and I put two and two together. Worse was the fact that she didn't want to return to me or even speak to me, at least not until she had 'sorted her feelings out,' her words apparently. I left the bar after Stephanie told me that Lauren would try to persuade Lisa to phone me that night. It was almost five o'clock and I knew this would be the longest night of my life. I just hoped it wouldn't be the worst.

I had nothing to do but wait for a phone call. I tried to read and I tried to watch T.V. but I couldn't concentrate on anything else but the mental image of Lisa with Lauren. As I sat and stared at the wall more and more visions of them together filled my thoughts. In my mind I could see them naked in bed, kissing, touching, licking, sweating and coming. I soon had an erection and I lay back on the bed closing my eyes, picturing them making love. Without thinking about it I had my cock in my hand as Lisa licked Lauren's pussy, then Lauren was fucking my wife with an enormous strap-on dildo. Then I was grunting and squeezing my cock as I came, sperm spurting over my shirt, as I imagined Lisa doing things I had fantasized about all my adult life. 

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Brighton city center was bustling. It was just a normal Saturday afternoon for most of the shoppers. Lauren led Lisa through the Lanes, a part of town where small designer shops mixed with bars and the more exclusive stores. Each of them carried shopping bags filled with beautiful clothes.

Lisa thought it was ironic, as heeding Lauren's instructions; she wore just her skirt and blouse. It felt strange with her breasts bouncing and swaying as she walked, and the occasional breeze blowing across her naked and newly shaven pussy. She was sure everybody could tell she was naked underneath just by looking at her.

It had been especially embarrassing when Lauren had her try on outfits with the changing room curtains open. She said it was so she could have an opinion on each garment, but Lisa knew it was just another way to show her control and to shame and excite her new conquest. And it had worked. Lisa was continually aroused, and with each thing Lauren did she seemed to sink further under her spell.

The well-trained shop assistants took it all in their stride, they had already seen it all, working as they did in a city like Brighton. But that didn't stop Lauren from taking every opportunity to place Lisa in humiliating positions. And to her surprise Lisa had risen to the challenge. She did everything Lauren told her to do, often in front of perfect strangers, parading naked or in revealing clothes, seeking their opinions, and even allowing the occasional caress or the more blatant grope of her boobs or arse. In fact Lisa became more and more aroused, to the extent that she could feel the wetness from her overflowing pussy coating her inner thighs. She was more embarrassed by the thought that people could smell her excitement than by anything Lauren did.

As they walked along the High Street Lauren's phone rang and she turned away to talk in private for a couple of minutes, she didn't look pleased when she rang off. "That was Steph, your husband's at the bar, he's looking for you. I told her you'd call him."

"I should go to him," Lisa said sadly.

Lauren had known this moment would come; she was surprised that it had taken so long. "Will you come back?" she asked.

Lisa looked at her. She thought of John, how worried he would be, and how unfair this was on him. But she knew there was only one answer and she felt tears forming in her eyes. "Yes... yes I will."

"I don't want you to go. I won't share you," Lauren told her.

Lisa pulled Lauren to her. They kissed passionately, in the middle of one of Brighton's main streets, Lisa kissed another woman, and she didn't care who saw her or what they thought. She stepped away and handed her bags to Lauren.

Without another word she turned and went to see her husband.

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Unable to stand the waiting any longer I went down the road to a lively pub and quickly drank four whiskeys. I wasn't in the mood to socialize and found it ironic when an attractive woman talked to me, she made it clear that she was available, but I gently turned her down and walked back to the hotel. My wife was God knows where fucking a lesbian, and I was making a point of being faithful.

But a surprised awaited me when I returned to my room. The lights were down and Lisa sat on the bed. She had her back to the door and was staring at the wall. I had so much to say to her, so many things to ask her, but I waited for her to speak first.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly.

I crossed the room and sat next to her leaving a foot of space between us. "Are you okay?"

"No!" Her voice cracked. I put my arm around her shoulder and she laid her head against my chest. I could hear and feel her crying softly. 

"Why didn't you answer my calls? I was worried," I spoke gently.

"I turned the volume off, I forgot. I'm sorry, John, I didn't mean for this to happen." She gave a small false laugh. "The crazy thing is, I only did it for you. I wanted to please you, excite you."


A Week In Brighton Ch. 01



©Graymangazer2014-04-23

This story involves Lesbianism, adultery and mild BDSM. If this is not to your taste please read no further, otherwise I hope you enjoy.

I welcome all comments, good and bad, and I ask only that you tell me why if you don't like it.

Also please feel free to message me.

I would like to thank two people for their help, though they are reluctant to be named, they know who they are.

Part One.

After ten years of marriage you may think there's nothing you don't know about your partner, that nothing can surprise or shock you. Just how wrong could you be? As I found out, very wrong.

My story starts when my wife Lisa and I celebrated our tenth wedding anniversary with an extended break in Brighton, our favourite city. We booked a hotel for ten nights, and planned days of sea and sun, and nights of fun and sex. It was mid-July, the weather was warm. We were in love and we were happy. 

On the very first evening we strolled along the beach hand in hand and walked the brightly lit streets. We called in at a couple of bars along the way before dining at the classiest and most expensive restaurant we had ever been in, but hey! This was a celebration, so why not? We shared a couple of bottles of very expensive wine, and we were both a little tipsy as we searched for the next watering hole.

Brighton is probably the gay capital of Britain, so we thought it would be fun to visit a gay bar. We had plenty to choose from, but little did we know that the one we chose and the people we met there would completely change our lives.

It was a small ordinary looking place, with a counter down one side, a small stage at the end for entertainment and a row of two seat benches opposite. Four small round tables and a dozen chairs stood in front of the benches. There were probably forty to fifty people inside, of which around half were gay men, the rest were either gay women or straight singles and couples. 

But the thing that made it so different was the atmosphere. We were greeted warmly four times before we even reached the counter, everybody was there for a good time and they were all so polite and friendly. We were lucky enough to find an empty table, and I spent the next hour drinking beer and watching Lisa dance. She had no shortage of partners, both male and female, not surprising as she is a very attractive woman, tall and curvy with long, wavy red hair and green eyes, a small nose with a splattering of freckles and a sexy pout. But it was party night and nobody made any untoward move on her, so we felt comfortable. After all we were the archetypical heterosexual couple. I had never been interested in other men and Lisa had no desire for other women, or so I had always believed.

Around an hour after we arrived I went to the bar to buy another round of drinks, as I waited to be served I turned to see a woman standing at our table. She had her back to me and was leaning over talking to Lisa, who, judging by her laughter, was finding the conversation very amusing. When I returned with the drinks the woman was sitting in my seat next to Lisa. I didn't mind and sat down facing them.

She introduced herself as Lauren. I judged her to be in her mid-twenties, ten years younger than Lisa. She was a match in height for Lisa but slimmer. Her brown hair was braided into two long tails that hung either side of her head. She was very attractive with full lips and dark, almost black eyes. When she spoke the first thought that came to my mind was sex: she simply oozed sex. This was emphasized by her decorations; five golden rings hung from each ear, a stud pierced her left nostril, with yet another ring through her right eyebrow. When she spoke I could see a small stud through the centre of her tongue. The sleeves of her stylish black jacket were pulled up to her elbows, revealing words in some exotic script tattooed on the inside of her right forearm. But what grabbed my attention was beneath her open jacket: she wore a transparent shirt, and her smallish breasts were clearly visible, and each erect nipple was pierced and decorated with a small ring.

She hugged me and kissed my cheek, her smile was so warm and inviting I even imagined that she found me attractive. Oh, what a fool I was!

We chatted and I bought more drinks. Lauren was great company and seemed really interested in us. Looking back I now realise how she cleverly got us to talk about ourselves, giving her information whilst she revealed hardly anything about herself. When she announced she had to leave to meet some friends I felt truly disappointed, and judging by the way Lisa watched her all the way to the door she did too.

"She was nice," I said once we were alone again.

"Um?" Lisa was still staring at the door as though she hoped Lauren would walk back in.

"I said Lauren was nice."

"Yes... yes, she was," she replied when I finally got her attention.

"She fancied you," I said.

"Don't be stupid," she laughed.

"Yes, she did, she thought you were on your own and available. And I think you fancied her a little bit too." I could tell my words had hit home. Lisa hesitated before answering and I could see the excitement in her eyes.

"You wish." She said with a smile. She was referring to my long-held fantasy of seeing her with another woman. I laughed with her, but I knew I was right, and the thought gave me a small thrill.

I fetched another drink and we carried on chatting. And thirty minutes later we both perked up when Lauren re-entered the bar followed by two other women. They made a beeline for our table, and she introduced the others as Stephanie and Amelia. We greeted one another like old friends. Lauren again parked herself next to Lisa and her friends sat opposite them to my right.

Stephanie was in her mid-thirties, around five feet six with large breasts. She was attractive but not stunning. I noticed she wore a wedding ring. Amelia was a lot younger, maybe twenty years old at the most, just over five feet tall and very pretty. They both had long black hair, and like Lauren, they both also had five rings in each ear and the nose stud, as well as the piercings through the eyebrow and tongue. Amelia also had words tattooed on her inner forearm, though I couldn't read them through her lace sleeve.

As we talked it became obvious that Lauren was the queen bee. The other women, including Lisa, hung on her every word. A short time later she stood and suggested – or rather ordered – that we all dance. She held out her hands to Lisa and myself and the five of us were soon on the floor as a group. The women were enjoying themselves, they were natural dancers. I on the other hand have all the rhythm of a plank of wood, so after a few minutes I said I needed the toilet and made my escape. When I returned to the bar and sat down I saw that the four girls had paired off. Stephanie was dancing with Amelia and Lisa was with Lauren. It was clear that I hadn't been missed.

I sat watching my wife and Lauren. They held hands as they swayed to the music. Lisa purposely avoided looking at anybody, and I imagined she felt embarrassed dancing openly with a gay woman in front of so many people. Lauren, though, had her eyes fixed firmly on Lisa's face. And when the music slowed she gradually moved closer until their bodies were touching. She had her hands on Lisa's waist and pulled her near as her hips gyrated against my wife's body. Lisa draped her hands lightly on Lauren's shoulders and looked nervous as she glanced over to me. I think she was looking for me to intervene; maybe things were getting just a little too serious for her liking. But I was enjoying what I was seeing. In fact I could feel my penis half erect in arousal as I watched my wife with another woman. I gave her a slight nod of encouragement, and to my everlasting regret I sat and did nothing as Lisa's seduction began.

Stephanie and Amelia sat down on either side of me. I tried to concentrate on our conversation as well as watching the ever more erotic show on the dance floor. By now Lisa had become more comfortable and held Lauren close as she laid her head on the younger woman's shoulder. And as they turned on the dance floor my breath caught. I saw Lauren stroking Lisa's hair with one hand while the other moved intimately over her arse, her fingertips even finding their way between Lisa's buttocks. I was slightly shocked but excitedly surprised to notice that Lisa made no move to avoid the questing hand.

A short time later the hand stroking Lisa's hair was cradling her head and Lauren was whispering into my wife's ear. The hand on her bottom, having met no resistance, now cupped one buttock with the fingers embedded between the cheeks. I could even see them moving toward Lisa's crotch from behind.

I watched Lauren pull Lisa's shirt collar aside and gently kiss her shoulder, her lips making their way up Lisa's neck, and when her tongue flicked out to lick her ear I almost climaxed in my pants. Lisa had her head pulled back and to one side exposing her neck and it was clear she was enjoying being kissed every bit as much as I was watching it. 

Suddenly Amelia asked me something and I spoke to her for a minute, and when I turned my attention back to the dance floor, Lisa and Lauren had gone. I scanned the room and just caught sight of Lisa's back as she went through the door to the toilets. I relaxed and decided to get another round, while all the time trying to adjust the uncomfortable erection I was sporting without anybody noticing. I staggered a bit as I rose. The drinks were clearly having an effect.

ooOOoo

"Where are they?" I asked Stephanie. It had been more than fifteen minutes since they had left the room. I knew women seemed to take an age when visiting the ladies' room, but now I was becoming concerned, not so much for Lisa's safety – I was sure she was in no peril – but I feared that they were doing something intimate without me being there. 

"They're probably just fixing their makeup, don't worry," Stephanie told me. I was about to ask her to go and check when they returned with Lauren leading Lisa by the hand.

I fetched a round of shots, the five of us drank and we laughed and joked. Lauren held Lisa's hand the whole time and my wife seemed quite subdued. I mentally cursed and willed her not to spoil the atmosphere. I was enjoying myself, surrounded by four attractive females and feeling very horny, not least by watching Lisa being hit on by Lauren. And in my naivety I even believed the three of us might be leaving together for a nice, and for Lisa and me, a first threesome.

More drinks arrived and by then I was really feeling the pace. Lauren stood and pulled Lisa onto the dance floor once again. The alcohol was having an effect and I had to concentrate just to watch them. There was no preamble this time. They moved into one another's arms as soon as they reached the dance floor. And I knew I must be drunk when I saw them kissing. 'Lisa kissing another woman? In public?' Surely it was my imagination? I shook my head in an effort to clear my brain and squeezed my eyes between thumb and forefinger, but when I looked again they were still kissing. And it also looked as though Lisa's skirt was pulled up at the front; Lauren's arm was wedged between their bodies as though she had her hand down my wife's panties. They weren't even dancing any more, they just seemed to be swaying together and Lisa was holding onto her partner tightly.

I closed my eyes for a few seconds, and I heard Lisa speaking to me. They were standing before me; I hadn't even seen them leave the dance floor. I tried to understand what she was saying. It was something about going somewhere with Lauren. I was so drunk and sleepy that I just nodded. I watched as they walked away hand in hand, Amelia said something to me and I didn't remember anything after that.

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Lisa and Lauren.

'This is unreal! It can't be happening. I shouldn't be doing this.' Lisa thought.

Lisa was beginning to feel a bit worried, she had only played up to Lauren's flirting to get her husband excited and it had worked. Perhaps it had worked too well because now she was dancing in the arms of a lesbian, a lesbian who, because of her playacting, believed she could get inside her knickers. And Lisa didn't know how she could now withdraw herself without insulting Lauren. 

'She is lovely though, and sexy. If I were to have sex with another woman I would want it to be someone like Lauren.' Lisa thought. And John had been correct, damn him! She really had been excited when Lauren talked to her, and she had indeed felt an attraction, but she wasn't a lesbian, definitely not, so the point was moot as far as Lisa was concerned.

But then Lauren pulled her into an embrace and her mind whirled "Oh my God, she's touching my bum! I can't believe it! And I can't believe I'm letting her. It's nice but it's wrong, how can I stop her without seeming rude? For fuck's sake, John, come and rescue me!" she shouted within her head.

"You're so lovely I want to kiss every part of your body over and over," Lauren whispered.

She shivered at the girl's hot breath on her ear, it was exciting. But, if she were truthful, the whole situation was strangely exciting. Lauren was just so beautiful anyone would feel flattered to be with her.

Then her mind whirled "Hell, her fingers are in my arse now! I have to stop this, but it feels so good, so decadent. I can't believe I'm allowing a lesbian to touch me like this, and in public... and I'm enjoying it too. I won't let her go any further, though, well, not much further anyway."

But just ten minutes later Lisa couldn't stop herself responding to the intimate attention as her body began to overrule her head "Mmmm," she actually purred as Lauren kissed her way up her neck. They seemed to have been dancing forever, though Lisa no longer thought of it as dancing; they were just moving with each other and touching. Lauren seemed to be touching everywhere, touching so beautifully. Her fingers had almost brushed over her pussy as she stroked up and down between Lisa's buttocks, and she had almost orgasmed right there on the dance floor. She even began to move her hips in the hope that she would do it again. And when the girl licked and bit her ear it was almost too much. Her nipples were so hard they ached and her pussy throbbed. She felt her damp knickers clinging to her just as she was clinging to Lauren. She thought she would collapse if she let go, but she didn't want to let go. She wanted to stay just like this forever.

"Come with me," There was a deliberate double meaning in the words Lauren spoke. She pulled away and took hold of Lisa's hand. Not knowing where they were going Lisa meekly allowed herself to be guided from the floor. They pushed through the door to the toilets, and the corridor split two ways. To the right were the washrooms, but Lauren turned left toward another door with a keypad on the wall next to it. She pushed some buttons and a loud click indicated the lock was released. Lauren gently pushed Lisa before her, it was dark and Lisa waited for the light to be switched on. She could hear her heart beating and she trembled with nerves. She could only just make out the silhouette of Lauren and she gasped aloud as she was pushed up against the wall.

Lisa was visibly trembling; she held her arms to the wall above her head in surrender as Lauren pressed up against her. Her hands were holding either side of Lisa's face and she pressed her lips to Lisa's mouth. Then the dam burst and Lisa flung her arms about Lauren's neck and kissed her deeply, their lips mashed together. 

Laurens tongue forced itself between Lisa's lips and wormed inside the welcoming mouth. Lisa's own tongue pushed back as they did frenzy battle. Her hands held Lauren's head, pulling the younger woman hard against her. And Lauren's fingers fumbled impatiently, undoing Lisa's shirt buttons. She pulled the garment open and placed her hands on Lisa's waist. Sliding her hands upward she held the full breasts and pushed the bra up and over Lisa's tits. She grabbed the flesh and kneaded the breasts roughly. Lisa groaned in pleasure and redoubled her efforts, crushing her lips against Laurens mouth.

Lisa knew she shouldn't be doing this, but she couldn't resist her desire. She had never been so aroused in her life, and as Lauren sucked a nipple into her mouth she thought she would die of pleasure. Lauren then stood up straight and forced Lisa hard back against the wall. She stared directly into Lisa's eyes, holding her in place, firmly gripping her breast. She smiled in victory as she slipped her other hand down the front of Lisa's panties. Her fingers slid through the soft hairs and parted the fleshy folds, seeking the sensitive clitoris. Just one gentle contact and Lisa stiffened and gripped Lauren's shoulders. "Please, please," she gasped. Neither of them knew whether she was pleading for Lauren to stop or to touch her some more. 

"I want you to come home with me tonight," Lauren whispered. Lisa was about to answer but could only emit an animal-like moan as fingers circled her clitoris.

"I'll keep you naked and excited; you won't be allowed to come until you've given me five orgasms, even if it takes all night,"

Their lips brushed as she spoke and she flicked her tongue across Lisa's mouth. "You'll be my new toy and I'll do whatever I want to you, and you'll do whatever I tell you."

She kept her fingers moving slowly and gently over Lisa's clit and squeezed her nipple, all the time watching her beautiful face.

Lisa heard the words and understood what they meant, but she couldn't think about an answer. Her whole existence was contained within her pussy and the fingers that were teasing her clit. Her nipple ached deliciously and it felt as though her climax was growing from the very centre of her being. She clung onto Lauren's shoulders as her body jerked uncontrollably every time the fingers brushed over her sensitive clit. Lauren kissed her mouth softly, but then suddenly stepped back, removing her hands and the beautiful sensations they were causing.

"Noooooo please..." Lisa cried. Her knees gave way and she slid down the wall until she was squatting with her hands pushed into her crotch. Pain throbbed in her nipple and somewhere in the recesses of her mind she realised that Lauren had been pinching her.

Lauren flicked a switch, flooding the room with light, and saw Lisa squint against the glare. She reached forward and pulled Lisa's hands away from her pussy and eased her to her feet.

"No, no please let me! Don't make me stop!" Lisa begged.

"You only come when I tell you." Lauren told her sternly.

Still slumped against the wall Lisa felt on the verge of tears, she looked up into Lauren's eyes and pleaded "Please?"

Lauren smiled and kissed her forehead "Come on, let's get you straightened up." She pulled Lisa up and gave her a brief hug.

"I...I need to pee," Lisa said in a quiet voice.

Lauren stroked her cheek, smiling, she thought how the older woman now resembled a child. 'So innocent, so vulnerable and so beautiful,' she thought.

"There's a toilet through there," she said indicating a door behind her.

Lisa had to squeeze past the unmoving Lauren and ducked into the small washroom. She barely had room to turn as she pulled her skirt up and her panties down. She thought about how Lauren's hand had been inside them just moments ago and a thrill flashed through her. She realised that her breasts were still exposed and made to pull her bra back in place when the door opened.

Lauren looked down at her "I hope you're not touching yourself?"

"Please, I need to pee."

"Well, pee then!"

"I can't while you're watching," Lisa felt like a little girl under the watchful eye of her teacher.




A Week In Brighton Ch. 01



"Yes, you can. Put your hands on your head," Lauren ordered as she entered the room and squatted. She placed her hands on Lisa's knees and gently parted her legs. "I want to watch you."

Lisa was finding it hard to breathe, her hands shook as she slowly interlocked her fingers on top of her head. This was so embarrassing but she wanted to do it. She wanted to do it for Lauren.

A tear rolled down her cheek as she relieved herself. She had her eyes closed, and she felt ashamed of herself for enjoying what she was doing, and the sound of liquid splashing made her face burn. When she finished Lauren hooked her fingers into Lisa's panties and pulled them down her legs and off her feet. Using the garment she gently wiped Lisa's pussy, Lisa gasped and whimpered, it was the most intimate thing that she had ever experienced.

Balling the soiled panties in her hand Lauren put them into her pocket, and pulling Lisa's hands from her head she eased her upright. The woman stood docile and looked stunned as Lauren readjusted her clothes for her.

"Come on," she said and led her back to the bar.

Music was still playing and people were still dancing when Lauren guided Lisa back to their seats. John appeared to be quite drunk, slurring his words when he attempted to discover where his wife had been. Lisa sat quietly with Lauren holding her hand possessively while Stephanie bought another round of drinks.

As he raised the glass to his mouth Lisa put her hand on his arm "Don't, John, you've already had too much," she said, hoping he would listen, but like so many drunk people he thought he knew better and ignored her.

"Let's dance." Lauren stood up and pulled Lisa with her, she didn't resist but she did look back at her husband, he was downing another shot and laughing with Stephanie.

As soon as they reached the dance floor Lauren pulled Lisa close and they wrapped their arms around one another and kissed. Moving to the music Lisa almost melted when Lauren eased her hand between their bodies and wormed her fingers under her skirt. She no longer cared where they were or who could see them. If Lauren told her to strip naked and fuck herself with a bottle she would have obeyed immediately. She rested her head on Lauren's shoulder and purred her thanks for the things she was doing to her, she ground her hips lewdly trying to achieve more contact with the teasing hand.

"I'm taking you home now," Lauren whispered "I'm going to fuck you every which way. I'm going to use toys and anything else I can think of all night long."

She pressed her fingers against the swollen clitoris and Lisa groaned "I'm going to do every filthy thing I can think of until you beg me to let you come." Lisa dug her nails into Lauren's back as the fingers moved over her clit.

"But I'm not going to let you, not until I think you've earned it, not until you're on your knees begging me, and promising to do anything I say."

She pushed three fingers into Lisa's soaking pussy and was rewarded by her toy almost climaxing as she shuddered and clung to her like a drowning woman.

It was all becoming too much for her. Lisa brazenly licked her own juices from Lauren's fingers when she offered them to her lips. She was drunk with lust for the younger woman and would do anything she told her. She hardly even registered telling John they were going. Whether he understood or not she didn't know. All of her thoughts and attention were on the woman at her side, the woman who was going to own her for the next few hours.

         ooOoo

It was a very affluent area on the outskirts of Brighton and the house was a large mock Tudor building with beautiful well-kept gardens. Lauren opened the door and ushered Lisa inside. She stood and stared in admiration.

"Is this yours?" she asked in wonder.

"Uh huh."

"How did you afford it? Oh, I'm sorry that's personal," she said. And in an attempt to cover her embarrassment she added "I mean, you're so young?"

Lauren smiled "That's okay, it was given to me."

"What? Who by, was it a relative?" She looked at Lauren in amazement.

"No, it was a woman I was with, she was quite rich. She didn't actually give me the house, she wanted to but I refused. But she insisted that I use it as my own. She did give me money to start a business, though."

"What business? What do you do?" Lisa was walking around, peering into rooms and looking at the expensive pictures and ornaments.

"I own three bars and two clubs here in Brighton," Lauren said nonchalantly.

"Oh! Which ones? Are there any that I might know?" She spun round to face the young woman.

"The one we just left was the first one I bought," she said with a smile. She had poured two glasses of whiskey and handed one to Lisa. She moved close and sipped her drink. "You're so beautiful and there are so many things I want to do with you," she breathed.

Lisa's hand trembled, drink splashed over the rim of her glass, "I shouldn't be here, I should go, this is not who I am." She was so nervous, unable to look Lauren in the eye.

"Let me show you who you are."

Lisa tried to move away "I'm married, I love my husband, what about John?"

"What about me? What about you? Don't we deserve just one night?" She kissed Lisa lightly on the lips. "Stay one night, do what I command, set yourself free, let me take you to heaven. I promise you'll love it. In the morning if you want to go I won't stop you." She punctuated each word with a gentle kiss.

Lisa knew she should leave, she had risked her marriage just by coming here, and staying would only make things worse. She should leave but she knew she would stay. The feelings Lauren were producing inside her were stronger than her guilt.

"Okay, I'll stay," she said in a voice so quiet she wasn't sure if she actually spoke.

"You'll have to ask me nicely," Lauren teased. She ran her tongue across Lisa's lips, tasting the whiskey on her mouth.

Lisa pushed her face into the other's shoulder, she was shy to be seen asking "Please let me stay with you and... please, make love to me?"

Lauren held her close, kissing her face. "Of course I will. And I meant what I said: you're not going to come until you give me five orgasms." She looked at Lisa's face, at the lowered eyes. "You're going to be my slave tonight and I'm going to use you until you scream to cum."

Lisa's legs were jelly and her tummy was fluttering. She was so very nervous but, oh, so excited as she was led into the bedroom.

        ooOoo

The bedroom furniture, from the king- size bed, matching dressing table and chest of drawers, to the plush carpet and built in wardrobes was tasteful, expensive and comfortable. But Lisa didn't even notice, she only had eyes for Lauren. She couldn't believe that she was actually going to make love to another woman. Do the very thing she always thought would sicken her, the thing she now wanted more than anything in the world.

They had undressed one another; Lauren took her time, kissing each part of Lisa's body as it was revealed, and Lisa did the same, but she had to ask permission each time to kiss the luscious flesh. She felt so deliciously submissive obeying Laurens directive, something new to her. But she was also worried that Lauren would find her wanting when she saw her naked. But there was no need for concern. Lauren lifted Lisa's foot and removed her shoe, leaving her naked. She kissed each toe and then her heel, her shin and behind her knees. Lauren's lips moving up and around Lisa's thighs, maddeningly and deliciously avoiding her pussy. 

"You're beautiful, I want to lock you away and keep you naked all for myself," she whispered as she kissed the length of Lisa's spine. And standing behind her, Lauren wrapped her arms around her, one hand holding her breast and the other sliding down slowly to push between her thighs.

Lisa's breathing was shallow; she wanted to do something, anything to show how good it felt. But she was scared to move in case Lauren stopped what she was doing to her. The thought of being a naked plaything, used for this woman's pleasure, made her shiver in excitement, and she imagined it was true as the hands caressed her. A small whimper escaped her lips and she turned her head to say something. Their lips touched and Laurens tongue licked out, sliding into her mouth. Lisa sucked gently, drawing it into her, deeper and deeper until it seemed to fill her. She reached back to hold Laurens hips and felt flesh moving against her bottom. Without conscious thought her hand squeezed between their bodies, and for the first time ever she touched another woman's sex. She needed no guidance; her fingers knew what to do, sliding slowly back and forth between the puffy lips, going a little deeper each time, just nudging Lauren's clitoris. She eased two fingers deep into the wet pussy, and her knees almost buckled as Lauren's hand mirrored her own, pushing inside and seeming to fill her.

"I want you... now," Lauren whispered, and bit Lisa's earlobe as she squeezed her hard nipple.

They made love slowly and gently. Lisa had had only five lovers in her life and she had always enjoyed sex, but this was something entirely different, and not just because it was with another woman. Lisa felt an intensity of feeling and sensation she never knew existed. Lauren's hands and mouth touched, caressed, kissed, licked and bit her everywhere, not just the obvious places, but her arms and hands, her back and legs, her feet and even her hair. Lauren made love to her mind as well as her body; she was teased and denied time and time again. And just as Lauren had predicted she had begged for release, but not really wanting it. Instead she wanted the sweet torment to continue until she could endure it no longer.

True to her word Lauren ignored all of Lisa's begging and pleading and kept her deliciously frustrated, while she herself enjoyed three orgasms. The first almost took her by surprise. She sat astride Lisa while massaging her back and shoulders, and just the movement of her pussy on Lisa's thighs brought her to a delicious climax. Then she came from Lisa's fingers as they played a game, Lauren telling her exactly how and where to touch. And again as she lay in the luxury of Lisa licking her with a slave like devotion. Lisa actually appeared to be more excited by the denial of her fulfilment and seemed proud that she could bring Lauren to a peak time and again.

        ooOoo

"What happened to her? The woman who gave you this house and the money," Lisa was lying with her head resting on Lauren's chest, watching as her forefinger idly circled a pierced nipple. It was a little after two in the morning, but both women were reluctant to surrender to sleep.

Lauren had one hand behind her head while her other stroked Lisa's hair, her own hair now unbound, spread out like a pale brown fan on the pillow. 

"She's still around," she answered. Lisa's head jerked up and looked at the door as though she thought it might open at any second. Lauren smiled and eased Lisa's head back to its resting place. "Not here, she works for me now."

This time Lisa turned to face Lauren. "How? I mean... how did that come about?"

"She was married. This was their home when I met her. She fell in love with me." She said it as though it happened to her every day, which it probably did, Lisa thought.

"Did you love her?" Lisa interrupted.

"In my own way I suppose I did, I think I still do."

Lisa felt the smallest pang of jealously. "So what happened? How come she now works for you?" She wanted to know everything about this girl who had so easily bewitched her.

"Be patient and I'll tell you," Lauren sighed and then gasped as Lisa teased her by rolling an erect nipple between finger and thumb, pinching gently. "You'll pay for that," she laughed.

"Promise?" Lisa said with a mischievous look.

"You really don't know what you're letting yourself in for, you little slut."

Lisa giggled at Lauren's threat, but her heart skipped a beat at being called a slut.

Sliding her feet up and under her, Lisa sat cross-legged with her elbow on her knee, her hand cupping her chin. Her position caused her to spread her thighs wide apart, her naked pussy gaping, something that Lauren was all too aware of. "So tell me what happened?"

"As I said, she fell in love with me, she told her husband about us. He was a lot older than her and I don't think they were really that close," she raised her right hand to lightly touch Lisa's nipple, "Anyway, he filed for divorce. Luckily they split amicably; she got the house and quite a lot of money, he got out of a marriage he no longer wanted. I think everybody was happy with the outcome."

"How long ago was all this?" 

"You want the lot, don't you?"

"Yes," Lisa grinned.

"It'll cost you," Lauren said.

"How much?"

"Another orgasm before I let you come and I also get to spank you," she said. Although Lauren was smiling Lisa knew she was serious, and her tummy was fluttering. She quite liked the thought of being spanked, especially by Lauren, and she idly wondered if it would hurt.

She pretended to consider it for a few seconds, and then answered "Okay it's a deal." She tried to sound nonchalant but couldn't keep the quaver out of her voice. Neither spoke for a minute, it was as though they both knew they were entering a crucial phase of their budding relationship.

"The divorce was around three years ago. I moved in here a couple of weeks later," Lauren continued her tale "I wanted to open my own bar, so I asked her if she would be my business partner and loan me the money. She said she would give it to me. I told her I wasn't with her just for her money and I would pay it back, but she became upset. She told me she wanted to prove how much she loved me. The next thing I knew she had added my name to her bank account."

"That's crazy. Was she crazy?" Lisa felt strangely sad for the other woman. To love someone so much to be willing to give away everything you had, surely you had to be a bit crazy...

"No she's not crazy; she was just crazy for me. I think she was insecure and it was her way to keep me with her. I don't know why, I just seem to have a strange effect on some women," Lauren said in all innocence. 'Yes, you do, and I think I'm one of them' Lisa thought.

Lauren rolled over to face Lisa with her elbow cocked and her hand supporting her head. "We were happy for a while and my bar was a success, so I expanded and bought more. But... I suppose I didn't love her as much as she loved me. I met someone else and told her she had to leave."

"What do you mean leave?"

"Here, this house. Remember; she had wanted to give it to me. I thought it was only fair that I stay, so she had to go."

"Wait! Just wait a minute. You threw her out of her own house, because you found someone else? Christ, Lauren, are you really that much of a bitch?"

"You have no idea," and as if to prove the point she licked her lips and reached out her left hand to run her fingers through Lisa's exposed pussy and tugged on the dark pubic hair. "I think this will have to go, though I may not shave it all, maybe I'll keep a little strip just here like porn stars do."

"I might not want you to shave me," Lisa protested.

"Yes you will, you'll do whatever I say. I told you I have an effect on some women."

Lisa wanted to protest some more, but she knew how true Lauren's words were. Instead she asked, "So, what happened, did she go?"

"Eventually. My new lover moved in and my old one, rather than leaving, agreed to become our maid."

"I don't believe this! You made her your maid in her own house?"

"It was her idea, well, perhaps not. I offered her a choice; she could leave and live in a house that I had bought with the bar. I thought I owed her that much at least. But if she stayed she would have to pretend to be my housekeeper. I knew it would be awkward when my new girlfriend moved in, but I always liked her in her maid's dress." She shrugged as though that explained everything.

"And she agreed?" Lisa was astonished and wasn't entirely sure if Lauren was inventing all of this.

"For a while she was a very good maid, but she was jealous of my new lover and it became too much, so I had to move her out. She had nowhere to live, so I let her stay in the other house and gave her a job working in my bars."

"That was so thoughtful of you. And what about your other lover, what happened to her?" Lisa tried to keep the criticism from her voice.

"The same, really, she works for me, but then she already did when I met her. They live together now in a house in Kemp town."

"Was either of them working in that bar tonight?" The thought that someone there probably hated her just for dancing with Lauren was unsettling.

"They were both there, though they weren't working," and suddenly it all became clear to Lisa. She didn't know how she had missed the signals, the looks and the comments.

"It was Stephanie and Amelia, wasn't it?"

Lauren smiled, her slim finger sliding down the length of Lisa's slit. "I like Stephanie to wear her wedding ring; it gives me a little thrill somehow."

Lisa glanced at her own left hand and felt a pang of guilt "So when did Amelia move out?" she quickly asked.

"Officially she hasn't yet. I told her to stay with Steph tonight so I could be alone with you."

"You threw her out because of me? I don't believe you. How can you be so hard?"

"Maybe I am hard but admit it; it gives you a thrill, doesn't it? Knowing that I chose you over Amelia?"

"No, it doesn't. I never wanted to take someone else's place," Lisa protested, but she had no conviction in her voice. She was quiet for a while. Lauren waited, smiling that smile, a smile that said 'I have you, you belong to me now and I can do whatever I want with you. When Lisa spoke again it was in a whisper. "Is that what you plan for me? Seduce me, use me and discard me when someone new comes along, or maybe you could even give me a job?"

"Only if you displease me! Now enough talking, you still owe me three orgasms. Get your sluts mouth busy and start doing your duty." For emphasis Lauren wrapped her hand behind Lisa's head and pulled her face down to her breasts.

Lisa groaned. She felt dizzy with the sensations that Lauren's words and controlling nature brought out in her. From only a few inches she studied the body beneath her. She had examined her own nakedness many times, but she had never looked at another woman's physical charms, not the way she was doing now. She loved the small but perfect breasts, the hard pebbles that were the nipples, always erect, something to do with the rings threaded through them perhaps? She kissed them gently, almost reverently, twirling her tongue around them, sucking them one after the other into her mouth. Then moving down to the small indent of her navel and dipping in the tip of her tongue, leaving it with a tender kiss. Trailing her lips ever downward, kissing, licking, and fascinated by the hairless vulva. Would her own look as nice when Lauren shaved her? She had never thought of a pussy as beautiful before, she had never really thought of a pussy as anything. But Lauren's was beautiful, everything about Lauren was beautiful. And she tastes beautiful as well, Lisa thought, as she ran her tongue between the puffy lips. She so wanted to come, needed to come, but she would forgo her own fulfilment to bring this goddess the pleasure she deserved. Lisa desired nothing more than to please her new lover.

An hour later, maybe two... Lisa didn't know how long. She was feeling sleepy and she lay with her face resting on Lauren's tummy, too tired to move. She had attempted to duplicate the things Lauren had done to her, make her feel as she did by loving the whole naked wonderful body. She had managed to coax two more climaxes from Lauren before her jaw and tongue were aching too much for her to bear. 




A Week In Brighton Ch. 01



With a little effort Lisa rolled over to lie on her side with her back to Lauren, she sighed with pleasure when the woman melded her body against her own. Lauren's hands wrapped themselves around Lisa's and held them in a prayer position. "I don't want you playing with yourself in the night," Lauren said sleepily. Lisa bowed her head and kissed Lauren's fingertips and closed her eyes. 'I think I'm falling in love' was the last thing she thought before sleep claimed her.



A Week in Brighton



I smiled back, trying to reassure her. "It worked. So is it over now? Are you coming back?"

She sat up straight and faced me, she cuffed away a tear but couldn't stop her chin trembling "I don't know what to do, I feel so confused, I love you so much, I really do, but... but I love Lauren." I suspected she wanted to add the word 'more' to what she said, but I didn't push the fact. "I think it might be best if I booked into another hotel for a few days, give myself time to think." she stared at her hands lying in her lap as she spoke. She wouldn't look at me, and I knew she was lying. There would be no hotel; she was going back to Lauren. If I were a stronger man I would have said no. I would have ordered her to stay with me, but I wasn't that man, and she would have fought back, it's in her nature, and the situation would only have gotten worse. I would have fought harder if it involved another man, but I didn't know how to fight a woman. I just didn't have the right ammunition. Besides It didn't even feel real, It was more like a bad dream, something that would end soon, and then everything would go back to how it was.

"I love you; I don't want to lose you. I want you to stay with me. We'll leave tonight, go home and forget about all of this." It was the most I could think of to say without giving her an ultimatum.

"I'm sorry, I want to so much, I do, you know you mean the world to me, but...there's something..." and the tears started again.

Bizarrely, considering the circumstances, I felt sorry for her, and I felt like I was the one at fault "I want you to be happy, take as much time as you like, you can stay here. I'll find another hotel." I said. Mister Understanding? More like Mister Schmuck.

"No, it's been so unfair on you already. I'll be okay." She stood up and bent to kiss my cheek and quickly looked away. Now I was certain she was lying, but still I said nothing as for the second time in as many days I watched my wife walk away from me to be with another woman.

I sat alone in the dark hotel room and thought about my situation. My wife, who I loved dearly, had just told me she had spent the last twenty-four hours committing adultery with another woman, and I hadn't raised a finger in protest. Was I so weak? In truth the whole thing seemed unreal, like a dream or watching a movie with Lisa and Lauren the stars. But here's the rub, as I thought about how she was cheating and making me a cuckold, a masochistic part of me, deep inside, became aroused, and minutes after Lisa left I found myself tugging my pants down and masturbating to images of Lauren taking my wife.

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Lisa stopped in the corridor and cried quietly. An older couple passed by her and hesitated, wondering whether to offer assistance. She wiped her eyes and quickly walked to the elevator. What a mix of emotions! She felt so guilty for what she had done to John. He was such a nice and gentle man. He didn't deserve any of this and she was so sorry for what he was going through. She loved him so much and really wanted to stay here, but she had made a promise to Lauren, and her twisted sense of loyalty told her she should honour her word. Twenty-four hours ago she would never have dreamed she was capable of doing what she now planned. But she thought of Lauren and immediately felt the anticipation and excitement of just being with her. Yes, she did love John, but at that moment she needed Lauren, she felt empty just being away from her for only an hour.

As she drove the Mercedes into her driveway, Lauren saw Lisa sitting on the doorstep looking like a lost waif. She stood and massaged her numb bottom. 

"How long have you been waiting?" Lauren asked as she approached.

"About an hour," Lisa replied. The light was fading fast and she was relieved to see her lover, she needed some kind of confirmation that she had made the right decision.

Lauren pulled her close and kissed her hungrily, then she stepped away and slapped Lisa hard across the face.

"Don't you ever fucking walk away from me again. Now fetch the bags and bring them inside."

Lisa stood stunned and speechless as Lauren opened her front door. She was about to call after her when she thought she heard Lauren say something. It sounded like "Fucking slut," and a stab of arousal pulsed through her and she hurried to comply.

Dropping the bags in the hall Lisa entered the kitchen where Lauren handed her a glass of wine. "So what did John say? What did you say to him?" she asked as she sat at the kitchen table.

"The obvious, he wanted to know where I'd been and what I planned."

"What did you tell him?"

Lisa looked away, afraid that Lauren might be able to tell that she had almost stayed with John "I...I said I needed time. I said I would stay at another hotel while I decided what to do," she explained.

"You appear to have clothes on," Lauren said. 

Lisa was thrown by this sudden change of direction, but accepted the comment and slipped her skirt and blouse off. Naked apart from her shoes she folded the garments neatly and hung them over the back of a chair. She sat down and picked up her wine glass. "Come and stand by me," Lauren told her, Lisa stood again and placed herself close to Lauren's right arm.

Lauren opened a spiral bound notepad on the table and began writing figures into it, to all intents and purposes ignoring the naked woman standing next to her. After a few minutes Lisa began to grow bored, she sighed hoping to draw Lauren's attention. It had more of an effect than she anticipated as Lauren flicked her hand sharply, stinging the inside of Lisa's thigh, without taking her eyes off the notepad.

Lisa was contrite and stood quiet and patient. She held her full wine glass with both hands in front of her like some sacred offering, but she didn't dare drink any without Lauren's permission. She stared out of the window, trying to occupy her mind, and suddenly gasped as Lauren slid one fingertip slowly the length of her pussy. She trembled, causing a drop of wine to spill over her fingers, and she shuffled her feet further apart, hoping to entice Lauren to use her some more. But she simply continued writing and acting as though she had no idea what her right hand was doing.

Trying hard to stand still, Lisa shuddered each time the maddening finger made its journey along her wet slit. She could smell her sex and feel rivulets of her juices tickling her thighs. She had been standing in position for half an hour and she thought she might scream in frustration if Lauren didn't soon do something more to her. At last Lauren put down her pen and turned to face her. She pushed her finger slowly into the sopping pussy and briefly rubbed the swollen clit with her thumb. Lisa whimpered and sagged as her knees almost gave way, spilling more wine over her hands in the process.

"So what have you decided?" Lauren asked, pressing once on the sensitive clit.

"Wha... what? Oh God, what?" Lisa gasped, she was finding it hard to breathe and harder to think.

'"Are you staying with me or going back to John?" Lauren asked "You need to decide now, and I meant what I said: I won't share you. If you want to stay you'll be mine and mine alone." She pushed her fingers deep and circled the clit with her thumb. "If you don't think you can commit to that you should leave now, and we'll never see one another again." Lauren gave the ultimatum as she withdrew her hand, leaving her fingertip barely touching Lisa's pussy.

Lisa couldn't concentrate, couldn't think straight. Lauren was cheating, asking questions as she drove her to the edge of orgasm. She couldn't think of anything but Lauren touching her, how could she possibly answer? A single finger slid easily inside her and she groaned loud, knowing she couldn't refuse?

"Okay, I... I agree, please?" Her hips were pushing forward, trying to gain more contact with Lauren's hand.

"You have to ask me," Lauren teased as she added another finger.

"Oh God, please, Lauren, let me stay." 

Abruptly Lauren removed her hand. "No, no, please don't," Lisa cried.

"Ask me properly," Lauren said. She looked from Lisa's panic-stricken face to the floor. Her meaning was clear.

Almost eagerly Lisa dropped to her knees. The wine glass in her hand seemed even more like an offering from this lowly position "P...please, Lauren, please let me stay with you. I'll be good; I'll do as you say, please." She felt her insides were on fire, she wanted to be touched, to be caressed, to be used.

Lauren bit her bottom lip and lifted her hand to Lisa's mouth. She pushed her glistening fingers between Lisa's lips and smiled in satisfaction when she licked and sucked her own juices from her hand. "Oh yes, I know you will," Lauren whispered as she watched the kneeling woman sucking on her fingers and humping air.

Over the following two days their relationship intensified. They were like teenage lovers who had just discovered sex. If they came within a yard of one another they kissed and touched, it seemed as though they were always kissing. Lisa also grew more submissive to her younger lover and Lauren welcomed the obedience she was shown, taking advantage and gradually drawing Lisa further and further under her domination.

Lisa knew she was acting like a silly young girl with a crush. She loved John and she was being unfair to him. But she couldn't stop herself. She was so excited just to be with Lauren. Any thoughts of her husband disappeared as soon as Lauren was near. She was weak and she was enthralled. Lauren had discovered something inside her and brought it to the surface. What she thought was an aversion to lesbianism was in fact a denial. She had many times thought about other women and convinced herself it was something she could never do. It seemed she just needed the right woman to draw her out and now she wanted to explore these new emotions to the full.

There was also something else. For the first time in her life she felt submissive to somebody. John was so mild and calm. It was always up to her to be strong; she was the one who complained if something was wrong. She was the one who decided where to go and what to do. John was happy to go along for the ride. Now she knew the freedom of submission, to have another make all the decisions and to just obey, and by thinking she had no choice any guilt was negated. If she had no choice she had no reason not to embrace and enjoy whatever was required of her.

But it wasn't only the submission. Lisa also discovered a masochistic side. She didn't enjoy pain, but she became aroused when being punished and dominated. Just a simple suggestion, "Do you fancy a cup of tea?" and Lisa took it as a command. And when she was actually given an order she almost wet her knickers. She also found herself thriving on humiliation. She would actually create situations for Lauren to become annoyed with her just to have herself reprimanded, the more severe, and the more public, the more aroused she became. After just one weekend she was so aroused by the thought of belonging to Lauren. And It seemed that nothing was more important to her than pleasing her young mistress.

But through it all, deep in the recesses of her mind there was a small worrying voice, and the voice kept asking where it would end, how far would she have to go to keep Lauren happy, and was she prepared to go the distance. But most of all the voice asked: what about her marriage, what about John, and did she want to risk losing him. And even though she knew she should face these questions Lisa pushed them away, convincing herself that she could take just a little more time, a little more guilty pleasure, and then she would make everything alright again.

Early Monday morning found Lisa cooking bacon and eggs while Lauren dressed herself. She had a meeting to attend and entered the kitchen in a smart gray suit. It clashed with the more radical decorations on her face but somehow it worked. Lisa by contrast was naked apart from a small apron. Lauren moved behind her and slid her hands up under it to cup Lisa's breasts.

"I want you to stay like this, ready for when I come home," she whispered, her lips brushing Lisa's ear.

"I have to go to the hotel... to see John," Lisa replied. She felt Lauren stiffen and the hands grip tighter onto her breasts. "All my things are there, l need them," she explained.

"I'll buy you new things. I don't want you to see him, you won't come back."

Lisa turned so that they were face to face, Lauren's steely expression and possessiveness suddenly frightened her, and a glimmer of her former self struggled to the surface. "I can't just pretend that he doesn't exist, he's my husband, I love him..." she hesitated when Lauren's eyes widened, then continued "Anyway, there are personal things, irreplaceable things..." her voice trailed off, and they held each other's stare for a moment until Lisa relented."Look, I'll phone John, ask him to leave my stuff at the reception. I won't see him... I promise." Guilt for the way she was treating her husband flooded her, but she couldn't bear to see Lauren hurt.

For a few long seconds neither spoke, but then Lauren altered her grip on Lisa's boobs. "Be back here before I come home, you're going to be punished for this."

Lauren went from hurt to stern in a moment and Lisa gave a nervous smile. "I'm not joking! Just make sure you're ready and waiting." With a final, painful squeeze of Lisa's breast she moved away to pour herself coffee.

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I had spent a day in limbo, not knowing quite what to do. I thought about ordering Lisa back home, but she had always been the stronger person mentally. I also knew it would lead to heated words, and I wasn't quite at that stage yet. I guess I was hoping the whole thing was a temporary aberration. I was willing Lisa to phone and I felt like a nervous child when eventually she did call, my mood didn't improve, though, when she explained what she wanted: She said she needed some personal items and could I leave them at reception for her to collect? And no, she didn't think that we should meet just yet and would I please bear with her for just a little longer? I wanted to talk more, but she said she had to go and would call me later. I knew I was being fobbed off and finally grew tired of waiting and playing a passive part, so I decided it was time to act.

I dropped Lisa's suitcase at the reception and fetched my car. I chose a vantage point along the road from the hotel, from where I could watch the entrance. Half an hour later Lisa climbed from a taxi and walked into the reception. She was there no longer than a couple of minutes, and hurried back to the cab. I suspect she was wary of running into me.

I kept my distance, not wanting her to recognize our car, but it was easy to follow the taxi. We traveled only a couple of miles when she was dropped outside a large detached house, and to my surprise she entered, using her own key. I waited until I thought she was there to stay, and walked casually the hundred yards to the house. I made my way around the side, hoping nobody was watching, peering nervously into each window until I reached the back of the house. There was an open window and I could hear music. Sidling around the corner, I managed to peer into the kitchen. The music was coming from a small Hi-Fi on one wall, and there, more importantly, sitting alone at the table, was Lisa.

She was sipping from a cup of tea or coffee and reading a magazine. Everything seemed normal, everything except that she was wearing just panties; thigh-high hold-up stockings and black high heels.

I stood agape, marveling at how good she looked. Then I remembered that it was for the benefit of another person, another woman, and my mood darkened. I watched her for a while. It was clear that there was nobody else inside and I thought about confronting her, but just as I was working up the courage to knock on the door I heard the sound of a car engine. I shrank back, praying that I wasn't discovered. A minute later Lisa must have heard someone enter the house, as she stood and faced the kitchen door. I thought she would cover herself or at least show a little concern, but I couldn't believe my eyes when she dropped to her knees, and held her hands behind her back.

I thought my cock would burst from my trousers as I watched the scene unfold before me. I held my phone up, switched to video, telling myself this was the evidence I needed of Lisa's adultery, but inside I knew I would want to watch this recording time and again. 

Lauren had entered the kitchen ignoring Lisa; she dropped a large carrier bag on the table and poured herself a glass of milk from the fridge. Then turning back she at last acknowledged my kneeling wife.

"Stand up," she said simply. Lisa struggled to her feet, keeping her hands clasped to her elbows behind her. She kept her head bowed as though she was frightened to look at her young partner. Lauren pulled something from the bag and walked to stand behind her. Lisa stood docile as a shiny black leather collar was fastened snugly around her neck. And that was the moment I instinctively reached for my phone camera.

Hooking a finger into the D ring on the front of the collar, Lauren guided Lisa to the table and pulled her down so she was bent over the smooth wooden surface. She removed a short crop from the bag and laid it on the table before Lisa's face. The meaning was obvious, and I was sure Lisa would call a halt to this whole thing. But instead she pushed herself harder against the table and closed her eyes.

Lauren took her time, walking around the table and stroking Lisa's flank, as though choosing where to start. Lisa had her eyes closed and her mouth open, taking shallow breaths. I had seen that expression on her face many times: she wasn't frightened, she was aroused. The first stroke made me cringe: it landed on the back of her knees, it wasn't too hard, but even so Lisa jerked and her eyes screwed tight. Lauren began to systematically strike the soft skin on the back of Lisa's thighs, and she squirmed, not through pain but with excitement, her breasts flattening on the table as her body writhed. 

Lauren expertly flicked the crop, waiting a few seconds between each stroke, watching Lisa's reactions, and leaving perfectly parallel red stripes an inch apart from Lisa's knees up to her bottom. She paused to rest the crop on Lisa's back, and squatting down she hooked two fingers into the waistband of Lisa's black lace panties. It seemed to take an age for her to pull the knickers down the trembling legs, and she caressed the soft skin of Lisa's buttocks. Suddenly she slapped the proffered arse, drawing a gasp from Lisa, and another on the other cheek brought the same result.

Picking up the crop Lauren stroked it back and forth across Lisa's arse. "Are you ready, slut?" she asked, and she grinned when the only reply was a whimper.

Tap, tap, tap...She bounced the tip of the crop on Lisa's bum, then suddenly flexed her wrist to sting the flesh. This obviously hurt more because Lisa groaned and writhed, but she stayed flat to the table. This was repeated six more times, and at last she showed the pain by moving her hands to grip the table edge.

I could see the tendons standing out on her neck and her knuckles were white. I wanted to slam through the door to save her, to stop her pain, but suddenly Lauren stopped hitting her and I groaned and almost orgasmed as I watched what happened next. 

Lauren released the crop to clatter on the floor and dropped to her knees behind Lisa. She pressed her lips to the punished flesh of Lisa's bottom, kissing away the pain. Holding Lisa's hips she smothered her bottom with kisses, her tongue leaving the red welts wet with saliva. Then, most intimately of all, she lightly licked the length of Lisa's arse, again and again, going deeper and firmer until she was using her hands to spread the buttocks, allowing her tongue to probe Lisa's bum. Her face was pressed hard against my wife's arse, licking and sucking, causing Lisa to writhe in ecstasy. Her back was arched into a bow, with her head straining back, stretching her neck. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open, and she emitted one long guttural moan. I had never, in all our time together seen Lisa experience so much pleasure. And it was the most erotic thing I had ever seen.




A Week in Brighton



I don't know at which point I had taken my cock out, but I suddenly realized I was stroking myself as I watched that amazing scene. I knew I must appear a pervert, spying through a window, and jerking off while filming two beautiful women having sex. But I didn't care what I looked like or whether anyone saw me. I couldn't tear my eyes away from what was happening.

When Lauren pulled her face away and sat back on her heels, Lisa remained like a statue for long seconds. Then she turned her body to face the kneeling woman. She was gasping for breath, leaning back, supported by her outstretched arms with her chest thrust out. She looked down at a smiling Lauren. She was flushed and had a dreamy look on her face. I had never seen Lisa look so beautiful and sexy as she did just then. It seemed to take an effort for her to stand, and she visibly wobbled as she pushed herself away from the table. Lauren stood too, and they embraced and kissed as though they had just discovered sex.

Again hooking her finger into the ring on the collar, a fully clothed Lauren led a virtually naked Lisa from the room. She automatically clasped her hands behind her back, and stumbled on with her panties around her knees.

I watched them disappear through the door as my orgasm burst upon me. I slumped with my forehead against the wall as my hand slowed. I suddenly felt so very sad and tired. I slid down the wall into a sitting position and pushed my face into my arms. I sat unmoving for some minutes and the truth of my situation finally sank into my brain. This was not a game, not a fantasy that would disappear in the morning. My wife had actually left me, left me to be with another woman, a woman that she now wanted more than she wanted me. I again pictured them together and Lisa's face as she looked at Lauren, and I knew then that I had lost her.

I gathered myself together, brushed my clothes down and made my way to the front of the house. I considered confronting them, but I felt too drained. And what could I say that wouldn't make the situation worse? I knew I had to get Lisa alone, talk to her and find out if we had anything left at all. I squeezed past Lauren's Mercedes in the drive and thought about running my key along the paintwork, but I knew it would be a childish and petty gesture. And after all I didn't really hate or even dislike Lauren. Hadn't I wanted to bed her myself? No, to my mind Lisa was the one at fault. So instead I did something even more childish and pathetic: in an attempt to spoil their fun I banged hard and loud on the door and like a frightened and wounded animal I scuttled away to the safety of the street.

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"I'll have to pull my knickers up," Lisa declared. They had reached the stairs and she still had her panties around her knees. As she reached for the offending garment Lauren slapped her hands away.

"Leave them, you're still being punished, you know."

Lisa smiled at the words "I like being punished," she teased.

"Oh, don't worry, my slut, you'll be punished alright." Lauren pulled Lisa to her, nipped her lover's bottom lip between her teeth, and gripped her nipple. "Put your hands on your head," she commanded, and pushed Lisa ahead of her. "Go on, I want to watch your arse move"

Lisa struggled up the stair one step at a time, encouraged by playful slaps to her exposed bottom, both women giggling at her efforts. 

Reaching the bedroom she turned with her hands still clasped to her head and faced Lauren. One gentle push sent her sprawling onto the bed and she watched the younger woman move toward her. Lauren crawled onto the bed, pulling her smart gray skirt up to her hips to allow her thighs to part enough to straddle Lisa's legs. Looking at the image before her, Lisa saw the gray stockings and white thighs framing the lace covered pussy. She groaned, longing to feel the damp flesh against her lips. 

"Love me?" she said, holding her arms out toward Lauren.

"Till you beg me to stop," was the reply.

Lauren leaned forward to meet Lisa's mouth; they held each other and kissed deeply. New lovers, holding so tight, as if afraid to let go. Suddenly there came a loud rapping on the door. Both women tensed and Lisa clung to her lover. "Who is it?" she asked.

Lauren climbed from the bed. Pulling the curtains aside she peered through the window. There was no sign of anybody and she shook her head and shrugged.

"Bloody kids playing a game, I expect." she said and moved back to the bed.

She released the button and zipper on her skirt and allowed the garment to drop to the floor around her ankles, her jacket followed suit and she bent down to retrieve the woolen belt from the loops.

"Hold out your hands," she commanded.

Lisa felt her tummy flutter as she obeyed. Lauren knelt on the bed and wrapped the belt around her wrists and knotted it in place. She reached forward pulling the bound hands above Lisa's head and secured them to the top bar of the oaken headboard. The tether was far from escape-proof, and could be just a part of a lovers' game, but both realized it was something more than that. Lisa wouldn't try to free herself, it was a symbol of possession, and she now belonged to Lauren.

Sitting on Lisa's hips with her knees astride her, Lauren stroked her fingertips over and around the exposed breasts. She gently held each nipple between thumb and forefinger.

"Who do you belong to?" she asked.

"You," Lisa breathed. Lauren squeezed the right nipple, bringing a gasp from Lisa.

"Address me correctly, Mistress sounds a little pretentious, I think ma'am should do,"

"Yes, ma'am," Lisa corrected herself, but then the left nipple was crushed.

"I changed my mind. You can address me as 'Miss'," Lauren teased. "What are you?" she continued.

Lisa wasn't sure how to respond, so she told the simple truth. "I'm a slut, Miss, your slut. Please, Miss, may I lick your cunt?"

Lauren pulled up on the nipples, and Lisa strained to lift her body in an attempt to relieve the pain.

"You don't ask or demand anything; you just do as I say."

"Oh God! Yes, Miss," Lisa gasped. Lauren held the nipples stretched upwards. Lisa watched her face, biting her bottom lip, determined to withstand the pain. Slowly Lauren's expression turned to a smile. She released the nipples and bent over to kiss the pain away; she kissed and licked her way down Lisa's body, and reaching her pubis she stopped.

"Please, Miss?" Lisa whispered. Lauren rolled herself to one side and quickly stripped off her knickers. She turned to face Lisa's feet and swung her leg over to straddle her lover's face. Lisa extended her tongue to meet the lowering pussy. Lauren bent down forward and Lisa tensed when Laurens mouth fastened onto her sex. As her tongue made contact with the hot wet flesh she felt faint with desire, and she knew, at least for that moment, that this was where she belonged. 

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I checked out of the hotel early the following morning. After breakfast I phoned Lisa and was surprised when she answered immediately. I spoke abruptly "We need to talk."

"Yes, err... can I call you later? I'm..." She was playing for time, time that I wasn't prepared to give.

"There's a small park about a half mile from you, be there in an hour," I interrupted.

"How... how do you know where I am?"

I felt smug when I answered. "Oh, I know, Lisa, I know everything, everything you've been doing. Meet me in an hour." I hung up before she had the chance to say anything further.

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"That was John," Lisa explained. She stood by the bed whilst Lauren, wearing just panties, sat at the dressing table brushing her hair.

"I guessed that," Lauren replied looking at their reflection in the mirror.

"He wants to see me, I really should go,"

"You still love him; you want to go back to him?"

Lisa wasn't sure whether it was a question or a statement "of course I love him, he's my husband," she said.

"That's not what I asked," Lauren said.

Lisa didn't know how to respond and stayed silent. Lauren placed her hairbrush on the dresser and stood. "Maybe I can help you decide?" she said as she crossed the room. She moved close and licked Lisa's neck and around her ear, teeth lightly nipping her lobe.

"No, Lauren, don't! This is hard enough as it is," Lisa weakly tried to push the girl away.

"All's fair in love and war," Lauren whispered, as she pushed her tongue between Lisa's lips.

"No it's not! It's not fair on any of us. Please?" even though she tried to resist Lisa could feel her pulse quicken

Lauren stopped her kiss and pulled away "you need to make a decision, Lisa, this isn't a game. You have to decide what you want," she returned to the dressing table and continued to brush her hair

"Lauren, please?" Lisa said, she hated to see her lover upset. But she was right: she had treated this whole thing as a game, and hearing the hurt and anger in John's voice had finally made her realize how she was destroying her marriage. Did she really want to throw away ten happy years and the man she loved for something that could be a passing fancy? Was she prepared to lose everything she had, all that she knew, to risk becoming just another member of Laurens growing harem? The answer seemed so obvious, but she looked at Lauren, beautiful Lauren, the slim body and long legs, the small breasts, the beautiful bottom and delicious pussy. She thought about the feel of her, the taste of her, and the thrill when they touched. And she wondered if she could resist her, and whether she wanted to resist.

She crossed to where Lauren sat and knelt on the floor beside her, laying her head on Laurens leg she kissed her thigh, "don't be angry," she said.

Lauren stroked Lisa's red hair, "I'm not angry. But I...we... John and I, we both need to know where we stand?

Lisa looked up into Laurens eyes, "why can't life be simple? Why do I have to choose? Why couldn't the three of us live together?" she asked hopefully, but knowing inside that she was clutching at straws.

Lauren smiled down at Lisa "you know as well as I do that it wouldn't work," she turned so that her legs were either side of the kneeling woman, "but as long as you're down there?" and she placed her hands on either side of Lisa's head and pulled her toward her panty covered pussy.

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I got there early, not wanting to give her any reason for not meeting me. When she arrived, Lauren was with her. I expected as much, but I was relieved when she sat on a bench thirty yards away. Lisa approached and sat next to me, leaving four feet between us. I found this gesture particularly upsetting but said nothing. I continued to stay silent, hoping to draw her out. Eventually she spoke.

"I'm sorry John," she mumbled.

"Is that all you can say," I thought sarcastically, but instead I replied, "You already said that." 

"I didn't mean for this to happen, it just..."

"I'm going home this morning, I want you to come with me," I interrupted her, she didn't respond and I thought, "There's my answer."

"I assume then, that you'll be staying here," I continued. She stared at her hands in her lap, and I saw that she had begun to cry. A part of me wanted to reach out and hold her, but another, new part, was enjoying seeing her hurt. I couldn't resist twisting the knife "I hope she treats you better than you treated me."

The floodgates opened, her shoulders heaved with her sobs and she tried in vain to wipe away the tears. I found a clean hankie in my pocket and passed it to her. I felt guilty for what I had said, but then I remembered that I was the victim here.

Lauren stood and approached; Lisa waved her away but was ignored. "Are you alright?" she asked, sitting on the other side of Lisa.

"Yes, I'm okay," Lisa said, sniffing. She moved a little closer to me to make room.

Laurens presence made it even more awkward for me, I felt I couldn't say the things that I wanted to. It was in desperation when I spoke "Is there any way, any chance...?" I spread my hands helplessly, not knowing how to ask without begging. I wouldn't beg.

"I won't share you," Lauren put in quickly.

"Oh God!" Lisa clasped her hands to her face "I'm sorry...I'm sorry. I've made such a fucking mess of everything."

I was sure that she was talking to Lauren and I felt defeated. I thought I was wasting my time, and I decided to leave, but Lauren was ahead of me. She just stood and walked away.

"Lauren!" Lisa called out, and in panic she jumped up and hurried after her.

She ran to catch her lover, and just as Lauren reached the gate to the park she turned, and they embraced. I stood and pushed my hands into my jeans pockets. I watched as they spoke for a few seconds, and when they kissed I knew I had lost.

"Be happy Lisa," I whispered, and I walked away. I didn't look back.

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"Lauren! Lauren! Wait, please," Lisa called. She cursed the heels that Lauren had made her wear, and almost crashed into her when Lauren stopped and turned toward her.

"I'm sorry; I never meant to hurt you. Please don't hate me," Lisa gasped, and she could feel the tears brimming again.

"I could never hate you," Lauren replied. She used her thumb to wipe away a tear on Lisa's cheek and pulled her into her arms.

"I love you, but John is..." she never finished as Lauren pressed her lips to hers. They kissed long and passionately. And when they stopped Lisa was reluctant to let go.

Lauren eased her away "you should be with him, go to John." she looked at the tear-stained face, the sudden uncertainty, and she knew what she had to do "go back to your husband Lisa, you don't belong here," she forced a bit of steel into her voice "for Christ sake can't you see it was just a bit of fun, let's see who can seduce the straight girl," she wiggled her fingers in the annoying mock quotation marks.

Lisa stepped back "W...why...?"

"Don't you understand? I was never serious, I already have a partner remember?" she sighed "look, I'm going home to Amelia, you should go and find John, he needs you more than I do," she spun away and left Lisa standing alone, she walked twenty paces before she whispered "Good bye Lisa," After another ten paces her tears were running freely, but she refused to wipe them away.

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A mile away and an hour later I sat on the seafront, staring vacantly at a small blue boat passing the pier. I knew I should get into my car and go home, but it was hard to leave, I felt as though I was leaving a part of myself there. When somebody sat beside me I looked out of the corner of my eye and tried to stay calm.

"How did you know I'd be here?" I asked.

"I didn't...I just hoped," Lisa said

"Why?"

"You proposed to me on this spot," she said.

"I meant, why are you here? What do you want?" I asked.

"You!"

I was stunned into silence for a moment. My heart was hammering and I just stared ahead "I thought you wanted to stay here," I managed to say without my voice breaking.

"An hour ago I did," she said "but then I saw you sitting in the park. I knew then that I couldn't be without you."

"That's not the most reassuring thing you could say."

"I'm trying to be truthful," she said.

"What about Lauren?" I asked.

"It's over, it was a...I don't know, she was something I never expected,"

"Do you love her?"

"Oh God, Yes...Yes I do love her!" She said without hesitation.

I was still looking at the sea. She inched closer and I felt her fingers touch my arm. I daren't move because I knew my hands would be shaking.

"I won't lie to you; she'll always be a part of me. She made me feel...I don't know, it's hard to describe. I don't expect you to understand, I'm not sure I understand myself."

I thought back to yesterday: to what I'd seen in Laurens kitchen and Lisa's face as she looked at her, and I understood, I understood exactly.

"But I belong with you, you complete me. I love you. I don't think I can live without you," and I felt her grip my arm as she said this.

"What about...I mean...What about the future? Now that you've..." I couldn't think of the right words.

"Now that I've discovered that I'm bisexual?" she finished for me.

I nodded yes, "are you likely to do it again?"

"I don't know, I want to be open and honest with you, so yes, I think I'd like to, but only with your consent. Is that something you could live with?"

I thought in silence for awhile before answering, "You hurt me, Lisa; I thought I'd lost you, I don't ever want to feel that way again."

"I really never meant to hurt you; it was as though I couldn't control myself. I promise never to hurt you again. Can you forgive me...Please?"

As she relaxed her grip I noticed that her hands were shaking as well. I turned toward her; she looked so frail and frightened. I pretended to consider her question.

"On one condition: you never go with another woman without my knowledge or consent, and I have to know who she is?"

"That's two conditions," she said with a nervous giggle.

"And there'll probably be more conditions later," I told her.

Lisa leaned forward and kissed my cheek "Will you take me home please?" We stood and she linked her arm with mine, and with her head on my shoulder we strolled to the car.

As we neared the car an attractive woman walked toward us, she smiled at Lisa, Lisa smiled back and turned her head to watch her as she passed by "how would you feel about me having my nipples pierced?" she asked.

I was smiling and happy and my grin just grew wider.

     The end.