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It Didn't Work Out Ch. 01

By: -Ripley-



This is the first of 12 chapters. Unlike my other multi-chapter stories, this one is complete before I start to post it. So there will be no wait while I take several years to finish it. I have chosen to put it in the Novels and Novellas category because unlike my other stories, there is straight sex in it too. I hope you enjoy it.

I want to thank Terry, my editor, who has helped me more than I can say. Terry not only caught my mistakes but provided me with great advice and kept me making progress on this story. Thanks Terry for all the help!




The late autumn sky was clear with the beginnings of a beautiful sunset as Bridget pulled into the grocery store. She still needed to get something to make for dinner. Glancing at her phone, she was glad that it wasn't too late. Sometimes she couldn't get out of her office with enough time to make something and still eat at a reasonable time. When that was the case, she just grabbed something that was already prepared. Bridget hated doing that. Not only was it generally more expensive, but those meals were often heavier than she liked. She felt like she had to put in extra time at the gym when she did that. Since the only time she had for that was before work, it meant getting up earlier.

It was a cycle that she wished she could find a better way to break. Her husband Don didn't have the same worries. While it didn't take much for Bridget to gain a lot of weight, Don still mostly had the metabolism that he had when he was still in his teens. He rarely went to the gym and he was only fifteen pounds heavier than when they got married, although the weight gain was somewhat steady. Each month he seemed to be just a tiny bit heavier. Bridget fought it with a passion. She liked to eat good food, but she tried to keep it healthy. When she indulged, she paid the price with the time in the gym. It was working because she was still the 120 pounds that she weighed before getting married. She was in great shape and was aware that as she moved through the store, more than one head turned to look at her. It embarrassed her but at the same time there was a little bit of her that liked being appreciated.

Unfortunately it reminded her that she didn't always get it from her husband. Of course he loved her and was glad that she was this attractive. At the same time, after two years of marriage he sometimes took her for granted. There were certain things that had just become her responsibility, such as making dinner. It wasn't like Don wasn't a good cook. When they were dating it had been one of those things that brought them together. But while he didn't work any longer hours than Bridget, he did have a worse commute which meant she was usually home for at least half an hour before him. She didn't mind cooking dinner every night, but she missed being thanked for it. It just became what she did and no longer deserved thanks.

As she looked for the right fish to buy, she thought about how dinner was just one example of how their life together was a little stale. She didn't think it was that unusual. Certainly most of her married girlfriends made similar complaints when they got together. "I just wish that there was something we could do about it," she thought. Moving through the store as she picked things out, she thought about it more and more. Maybe really they just needed to talk and acknowledge the issues and then they could work on them. It wasn't like there was anything fundamentally wrong with their marriage. "After all, we love each other," Bridget thought as she bent over to pull out a bag of frozen chicken breasts from a freezer chest.

Standing back up Bridget caught a glimpse in the freezer door as it shut of a woman who was clearly checking out Bridget's ass. By the time Bridget turned around, the woman was looking in another direction. She would never have known it happened if not for that reflection. Bridget turned her cart and headed in a different direction. As she did so, she got the tiniest of smiles on her face. It didn't matter if the attention was from a man or a woman, Bridget admitted to herself that it did feel good; and maybe it was even a little better if it was a woman. She headed to the check out with a little extra wiggle in her step that she didn't even realize was there.

It was a good traffic night so Don got home only half an hour after Bridget. Even though dinner wasn't done yet, he didn't think to help. He went into his home office to check the latest news on his fantasy football team. Bridget sighed, knowing that he would not emerge until dinner was on the table. The pattern was predictable. She resolved to at least broach the issue of complacency during dinner. At least he would be relatively relaxed and in a good mood. If he had been fighting traffic until right before they ate, she would not have bothered. When she finished setting the table, Bridget decided to light the candles so at least there was a little bit of romance to go with dinner.

"Don, dinner's on the table," Bridget called as she finished pouring a glass of wine for both of them. She sat down and waited. From past experience, she knew he would come but it would take two or three minutes. Sure enough, Don came out just on the edge of three minutes.

"It looks and smells good, Honey," Don said as he sat down. Bridget smiled her thanks at him. It was more than she got sometimes. For a little while, they chatted about their days. Nothing big had happened to either one of them so the conversation petered out after a few minutes. They kept on eating, letting the silence lengthen. Finally Bridget took a big sip of her wine. She was not sure exactly how to start. She took one more sip and put her glass down.

"Sometimes Don, it seems like we are taking each other a little too much for granted and our marriage too. We aren't working hard enough to keep it fresh," Bridget blurted out.

Don looked up in surprise. He certainly didn't expect her to say that. "What do you mean, Bridget? I don't know what that means." He could feel a wave of nervousness rush over him.

"Calm down, Don. I'm not saying anything big is wrong, just that maybe we should not take it for granted that things will be good and instead work at keeping them good," Bridget replied while making a calming gesture. "I haven't been telling you about how I appreciate the work you do around the house, for example. I know a lot of times you would rather be watching a game but you have been really good about knocking stuff off the list. Thank you!" Bridget had thought about something she could say to appreciate Don, hoping that would help him from becoming defensive.

"Oh, well thanks Honey. That's nice of you to say," Don nodded. He thought he caught Bridget's point. "Um, dinner didn't just smell and look good. It is really delicious. You always make such a nice meal. I know I don't always tell you that." Once they got the first couple out of the way, they found it easy to continue. Soon Bridget felt comfortable enough to bring up romance. "Sweetie, it seems like you haven't been as into making love as in the past. I mean, it's natural after being married a while that we would make love less but sometimes it seems like you are, well, a little bored," Bridget found it hard to say the last bit.

Don looked at her for a few moments. He sensed that this had the potential to go very wrong and wasn't that stupid. Finally he cleared his throat. "I'm not bored, Bridget. You are everything that I could want. You are beautiful and sexy. Making love with you is great," he tried to sound convincing.

"I sense that behind that there is still a but," Bridget said looking at him. "Sweetie, I'm just trying to keep things good. It's okay to tell me if there is something that would make it better for you."

Looking down at his plate, Don was clearly uncomfortable. "Okay. I want that too," he said as he looked back up at her. "It is just that it seems like it is almost always the same. We kiss. We touch. We make love, always missionary. Usually you cum. I cum. We cuddle a little bit and then we go to sleep. It's a little monotonous. I mean it's good but yes, maybe a little boring. I've tried to interest you a few times in doing something different but it never seems to happen."

Having gone into this with an open mind, Bridget tried not to take it as a criticism. At least Don was bringing it up. She nodded. "I hadn't really thought about it quite like that but you have a point. It is nice but could be more. I see that. But what should we do about it?" she asked. She held out her hand for him to take. She smiled as he took it.

Don looked thoughtful for a few moments. "You know, we have never really shared any of our fantasies with each other. We could share a fantasy or two and then see what we could do to make them happen," he offered. His eyes sparkled a little bit as he spoke.

It made Bridget a tiny bit nervous. Fantasies were just that; something that wasn't really possible in the real world. Her fantasies seemed very personal and she wasn't sure she wanted to share them even with her husband. They exposed a little more of herself than she liked to have out there.

Seeing that Bridget was reluctant, Don decided he should share first. While he had much wilder fantasies, he chose one that seemed relatively tame and Bridget would be open to trying. "Okay, remember that these are just fantasies so don't take this the wrong way. I'm not saying I would want to do this, except with you if you wanted to. You understand that, right?" He waited until Bridget nodded. "Well the idea of getting a lap dance is kind of a turn on for me; you know the type that a stripper gives. So my fantasy would be for you to give me a lap dance." He watched nervously for any hint of a pending explosion. Even though he didn't see one he made sure to add, "What turns me on is not getting one from somebody else, but for you to act like a stripper and give me one. Do you see?"

Nodding again, Bridget thought about it. "So your fantasy isn't for me to be a stripper, but just to be your private dancer and give you a lap dance." When Don agreed she went on, "Good. I have no interest in being a stripper for other people. But I can see doing it for you. And when we made love, you would want me to do it like I was a stripper rather than your wife. Do I have it right?"

"It would be different, Honey. You have to admit that!" Don's enthusiasm showed through. And Bridget had to agree.

That night they tried fulfilling Don's fantasy. While Don did his usual job of clearing the table, Bridget went into the bedroom and got ready. For Don it was indeed a fantasy come through as Bridget first stripped down to just her panties and bra to the music and then danced around him. When she began to rub her rear against him, he couldn't remember a time that he was that hard or eager. He found it impossible to keep his hands off her. Even though she wanted to prolong it a little longer, Don pushed down her panties and pulled her into his lap. She fucked him that way, trying to be the sexy stripper he wanted. Unfortunately it was so exciting for him that Don couldn't hold off cumming for long. It was fun and exciting for Bridget too, but she still felt like her own passion still wasn't really ignited. But she was glad Don had enjoyed it so much.

Over the next couple of weeks, Don tried to get Bridget to open up about her own fantasies. She was still shy about it. He got to explore a few more of his own, mostly some role playing situations. For both of them, there was a feeling of reconnection. Even though Bridget still wasn't feeling quite the same level of passion as Don, she still felt like it had been a good move to try this. Thinking back on their romantic history, she hadn't ever felt quite the same amount of passion as Don so it didn't seem too strange in any case.

Things finally came to a head one night when they were cuddling in the family room. Once again Don was trying to get Bridget to tell him about her fantasies. Her unwillingness just made him more curious. But it was also starting to irritate him.

"Damn it, Bridget. I've been opening up for a couple of weeks now and telling you some things that are kind of intimate. A few of them were embarrassing! And you won't be as open with me? How does that strengthen our relationship?" he finally said in the face of another refusal.

His outburst surprised Bridget. She hadn't been thinking about that as much as the embarrassment of admitting something that she had kept secret for a long time. Don seemed so willing to share that she hadn't considered that aspect of it. Was it fair for her to let him be the only one? She looked over at Don. He wasn't really angry as much as frustrated. She didn't want that. It could undercut any improvements in their relationship.

"Okay, Don. I get it. But just like you said, don't make too much of this! It's a fantasy; not something that I was going to do," Bridget said in an uncertain tone. Not wanting to discourage her, Don just nodded. He could tell how nervous she was by the way she fidgeted with her hands. It was an old habit.

Finding it hard to look at Don, Bridget just kept her focus on her hands as she began. "Sometimes I am not in the mood but you are. It happens to us both." She chuckled a little bit and looked up at him. "Okay, maybe a lot less for you but you know that there have been times." Don smiled and nodded again. "With you, it isn't too hard to get you in the mood but for me, sometimes I need more than just foreplay. So when that happens, I sometimes start to imagine being with another woman." She blushed and went quiet. The fidgeting with her hands increased as she sat in silence.

Bridget's admission surprised Don. She had never given Don any signs that she might be interested in women. Not wanting her to interpret his surprise in a negative way, he hugged her close and kissed her on the cheek. "Honey, wow, that must have been hard to say! I didn't expect it but it doesn't bother me."

"Really?" Bridget asked. "I mean, I don't want you to think that you don't excite me!"

"No way, Honey!" Don hugged her again. "And don't you know that most guys find the idea of two women together to be very hot?"

"I guess. I mean I know that but it seems weird to tell your husband that you think about being with a woman when you are making love to him," Bridget was still uncertain if this had been a good idea. And realizing how what she said might sound she quickly added, "Not usually; just sometimes! Most of the time you are more than enough for me, Sweetie!"

She shouldn't have worried. Don hadn't really even heard that part. In truth, one of the fantasies that he hadn't felt safe in sharing was being with two women at the same time while they made love with each other as he watched. He found the idea of two women together to be one of his biggest turn ons. Already he was wondering about whether or not he would be able to make this happen.

Even though he missed exactly what Bridget had said, Don sensed that she needed a little more assurance. He leaned over and softly kissed her. She returned the kiss. It stayed romantic rather than growing in passion. Don wanted to make sure she knew that he was okay and that sharing hadn't hurt their relationship. When the kiss finally ended, she looked up into his eyes with a happy little smile on her face.

"See, it's okay," Don said. "I'm glad you shared." He put one hand on Bridget's thigh and softly stroked her there. Even though deep down he thought maybe he needed to take this slow, he couldn't help himself asking some questions. "What turns you on about another woman, Honey?"

The question started Bridget's hands to twist again as she felt her discomfort level rise again. She wished that they could just leave it alone that night but again she thought it wouldn't be fair to Don. "He shared his fantasies; I need to do the same," she thought to herself.

Out loud Bridget said, "I don't know. It is just the idea of how soft they are. And nothing against you, Sweetie, but a woman knows best what feels good to another woman because she knows what feels good to her. If I am thinking about it, it is usually during foreplay so I'm mostly thinking about being slowly excited in a very sensual way. I picture that it is a woman touching me rather than you." She blushed again. Even though Don was her husband, it seemed so intimate to be sharing this with him. She was very aware of his fingers softly stroking her thigh. She had to admit that underneath the awkwardness there was a sense of arousal.

"What else?" Don could feel his dick hardening as he listened.

"The feel of her hair touching me as she moves up and down my body. I don't know but I just think that would feel very sexy when it brushed against me. And being kissed by her. Soft lips that spend time exploring my sensitive spots." Bridget's voice was becoming a little more breathy and softer.

Don looked up at her and her eyes were closed. He tried to make his touch as gentle as possible. He ran his fingers up her thigh slowly until they were at her waist. As much as he wanted to touch her pussy because his own need was urgent, Don made himself just caress Bridget's flat belly.

"I think about how she might smell as we kiss. You have a very male scent. She would have one that was more ... sweet. And her tongue in my mouth would taste, I don't know. It would be different; maybe fresher. It's a fantasy so details aren't clear. But it would be slower and gentler in how it explored my mouth." Bridget felt her growing excitement as she pictured a woman doing those things to her. Her nipples were already hard and her pussy was moistening.

"I would feel her body touching mine. It would feel different from yours. It would be softer and when she got close, her breasts would touch me. When she kissed up my back, they would drag along; her nipples caressing me there and that turning her on too! When she got to my neck, she would softly kiss me there; spending time just below my hair line." Don's touches were having their effect on Bridget too. He was doing a pretty good job of being gentle and patient. So far he hadn't made any blatant moves like touching her breasts. It helped her to maintain the fantasy. "When she rolls me over, she would lay next to me. I would be able to feel her whole body against mine. Her breasts would press against me. Her hard nipples would let me know that she was excited too. And she would kiss my lips again. She would start slow while her fingers caressed my torso. As the kiss deepened, her fingers would come closer to my breasts. But it would always be with me being more excited and wanting the touch rather than rushing it. She understands how I'm feeling and letting me go ahead so that I'm eager. When she finally touches my breasts, I really want it."

Don was really conscious of his cock now. He couldn't believe how excited he was. It was almost painful the way his cock was pressing against his pants. He was trying to just keep focused on Bridget and touching her in the way she was describing but he was also uncomfortably shifting to try and relieve a little of the pressure. He accidentally brushed his body against Bridget's and she opened her eyes.

Seeing the pained look on his face brought Bridget back to the current moment. It didn't take her but a second to figure out what was wrong. "Oh Sweetie!" she said with sympathy. "Why don't we go to the bedroom where we can be comfortable?"

"Thanks! You don't know how much you are turning me on too, Honey!" Don sighed with relief.

When they got to the bedroom, they both got undressed as quickly as possible. Don noticed how wet Bridget's panties were as she slipped them off. His own underwear had a wet spot from his pre-cum.

As they lay down, Bridget took him into her arms. She had shared her fantasy, even more than she had planned to start with. They were both excited and now she just wanted to make love. It had served its purpose and now she felt reluctant to slip back into it when both of them were ready. Don was clearly ready. Bridget spread her legs. "Fuck me, husband! I want to feel your cock inside me!" Bridget's voice was husky from her need.


It Didn't Work Out Ch. 01



Don came into the bedroom ready to try and continue the fantasy but the thought of sliding his cock into her wet pussy was too tempting. He could see how wet she was as she raised her hips up to offer herself to him. He climbed between her legs and put the head of his cock to her entrance. Bridget moaned and pushed her hips down, capturing the tip between her lips. Don flexed his hips forward and felt his cock slide in to her without resistance. He couldn't remember when she was this lubricated. He often needed to use some lube so that it was comfortable for Bridget. That was completely unnecessary today. It felt so good as he continued to press into her without pausing. Finally he was buried deep in her pussy. He loved the little excited noises that she was making.

With his body covering Bridget, he began to slide his cock in and out of her pussy. Bridget lifted her hips up to meet each thrust. Their heads were side by side, triggering a thought in Don. "Do you ever think about it being a woman fucking you, baby?" he whispered in her ear. Bridget's eyes were shut tight and she seemed to ignore the question. She was focused on what he was doing to her. "Maybe think about her wearing a strap-on and fucking you?" Still his words were penetrating into her brain. She became more frantic, thrusting herself against him. Don knew her well enough to see that she was getting more excited. It was having the same effect on him.

"Is that what you are thinking about now, baby?" He continued. "Her soft body touching you while her hard strap-on slides in and out of you?" Bridget moaned louder. "Her hair hanging into your face. Her tits pressing into yours. You like that; the feeling of her hard cock fucking you?"

"Yes!" Bridget moaned the word. She was falling back into the fantasy. Don was fucking her with tremendous energy but she was picturing someone else; thinking what it would be like if it was a woman. It was so exciting to imagine her pussy being fucked by the unyielding hardness of a dildo attached to a woman's soft body. She felt her orgasm starting. Her body thrashed back and forth as it grew. Her pussy walls clenching and unclenching the hard cock inside her. "Oh fucking God, fuck me! Fuck me with your strap-on," she cried. It was so fucking hot to think of it that way that her pussy began to spasm even harder. "Fuck me hard!" she screamed.

In reality, Don's cock could certainly feel Bridget's pussy grabbing him as he slid in and out. She was tight like always but she was thrashing hard against him as her pussy was in spasm. It felt so good. Bridget was starting to scream in a long loud way. Her passion was pushing him over the edge. He felt his own orgasm starting down in his balls. He slammed his hips harder into Bridget as his cock started to jerk; shooting his cum deep in her.

"Oh fuck," Don chanted over and over as he came. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" He pulled back and slammed in his cock but even as he did that he could feel the spasms in his cock slowing. He thrust in a few more times, each time a little slower. Bridget's pussy was still clenching and unclenching. It felt good but slowly he could feel himself growing softer. He pushed in deep and then just held it there. He was trying to keep his cock inside Bridget as she finished cumming. Normally it wasn't a problem but her body was still thrashing around and finally she jerked up and he slipped out. Bridget made a small sad sounding sigh but she hugged him tight.

"Oh God, that was good," Bridget said as her head fell back. She was still panting. Bridget reached up and ran her fingers through Don's hair. Her fingertips softly stroked him there. There was a little smile on her face as she looked up at Don. "I'm exhausted. How about you?"

Stroking her face, Don kissed her. At first it was light, and then he kissed her harder. When it ended, he smiled at her. "I loved how excited you were. You were so into it."

Bridget blushed and hid her face against Don's chest. She knew that he was right but she had buried it so long that it was still hard for it to be out in the open. She felt vulnerable. It also stirred up feelings that confused her. Right now she didn't want to confront those.

"Be quiet," Bridget said softly. "Let's just enjoy the wonderful time we had." She kissed him on his chest and squeezed him tight. He shut up, not wanting to ruin a good thing. Rolling off of Bridget, he reached over to return the hug. They lay like that for a few minutes but then Don felt the need to pee. He tried to ignore it but couldn't.

"Sorry," he said as he got up. Bridget smiled at him. It was fairly typical for him to do that. She stayed on the bed for a few moments, and then she got up to brush her teeth and get ready for bed. Don joined her and they stood side by side as they washed and brushed their teeth. Despite the intimacy moments before, they fell back into the habit of not talking. It wasn't until they were back in bed that they touched again. Bridget snuggled up close to Don and he put his arms around her. He stroked her back lightly.

"Thank you for sharing tonight, Honey. I know it wasn't easy." He kissed Bridget. She returned the affectionate kiss. Don reached up and turned off the bed light. Don wanted to say something more but he held back. Bridget was obviously still adjusting to her secret being revealed. At least she didn't seem upset. He closed his eyes and it wasn't long before he fell asleep.

It took a bit longer for Bridget to fall asleep. Different thoughts kept passing through her mind; memories long forgotten and desires long suppressed. How far was she willing to go and how open could she be? She wasn't sure. When she first raised the question about complacency with Don, this was the last thing that she thought would happen. Now that it had, she hoped that it would be a good thing for them. Don's enthusiasm had been a little startling. Still she remembered how excited it had made her; more than in a long time. When she came, it was truly satisfying. Maybe if this was the price for that pleasure, it was worth the risk. Slowly her thoughts grew more still. Finally she felt herself dropping off to a deep sleep.

The following night as she was finishing making dinner, Bridget could see that Don was going to bring it up again. He was nervously looking over at her. She sighed. She wished he would give her a little more space but that obviously wasn't going to happen. Although she had thought about it during the day, her confusion was just as strong.

Don tried to bring it up during dinner, but she shut him down. Glaring at him, she said brusquely that she didn't want to spend their dinners talking about sex. She pointedly asked him about his day. Not wanting any further argument, Don answered and started talking about more normal things. Once they started talking, they found it easy to keep the conversation on safe topics. It reassured Bridget although it seemed like the intimacy that they had felt recently wasn't as strong.

After dinner they drifted back to their normal patterns, she read while he surfed online. Don would look over at Bridget every once in a while, but he couldn't get up his courage to talk. Bridget just tried to read and pretended not to notice him looking. She didn't make much progress with her book. She had too much on her mind. Finally she looked up at the clock and realized it was getting late. She shut her book and looked over at Don. "I'm going to go get ready for bed. Coming?"

Don nodded and shut down his computer. Again they were mostly quiet as they did their various tasks. Finally when they were in bed and Don was holding her, he tried to bring it up. He had thought a lot about how to do it without pissing off Bridget.

"If you would rather not talk about it yet Bridget, I'm fine with that. It seems like we need to talk about it at some point, but you need to be ready," he said as he stroked her head.

Bridget was quiet for a little while and Don just tried to be patient and wait. Finally Bridget spoke. "It stirred up some old feelings in me, Don. They were ones that I've ...." She paused as she searched for the right word. "They were ones that I have suppressed for the most part. Now it's hard for me to just ignore them."

Don found her choice of words curious. "Suppressed? Does that mean you were more open to them at one point?"

She was silent again for over a minute. It was hard for Don but he bit his tongue and didn't say anything. Then she nodded.

"You're saying you've acted on these feelings?" Don's voice was full of surprise. At the same time he was thankful that Bridget was up against his side and couldn't feel how his cock was quickly getting hard.

Again Bridget was silent for a little bit. "Yes, when I was in high school." She found her throat felt dry and tried to clear it. It also gave her a moment to think. "There were a couple of girls. We experimented. And then my mom caught me kissing one. You know how religious she is. She just exploded and she forbade me from seeing her. And she started watching me like a hawk to make sure that I didn't do it again." Don was watching her face. She had closed her eyes and it seemed like a look of pain passed over it.

"It was just easier to ignore that curiosity I felt." Bridget's voice was trembling. "It was hard. You know me; I've never done anything unless I cared at least somewhat about the person. It hurt me to be cut off from her and it hurt her."

"So this was your girlfriend?" Don's cock was extremely hard now. He never guessed that his wife had this type of experience. The thought turned him on.

"We weren't open about it, Don, so I'm not sure," Bridget said uncertainly as she thought back. How had she considered them? For those few weeks, it had been pretty wonderful. "I guess we did, between ourselves."

Shifting so that he hid it, Don's hand wrapped around his cock and squeezed. He couldn't help himself. "So did you go all the way with her?" he asked.

The question really made Bridget uncomfortable. She had never thought to be confessing this to anyone, let alone her husband. She turned away from him although she pushed back against him so that they still touched. She just didn't want him to see her face if she was going to talk about it.

"I don't know what that really means with a girl, Don," Bridget said in a quiet voice. "It's kind of clear with a guy. But we did things."

Any thought of holding back was lost on Don. The only notice that he had made when she turned was that now he could move his hand and she would not see. "What type of things?" he asked.

Bridget could tell that Don was going to force it all out of her. He wouldn't be satisfied with anything less. "We ate each other out, Don. Is that what you want to hear? We made love. I licked her and she licked me."

"Did you really like it?" Don couldn't help asking. His hand was moving slowly up and down while trying not to move his hips so Bridget wouldn't realize.

The question kind of pissed off Bridget. And despite his efforts, she could tell what he was doing. "Good," she thought. "I'm in no mood to have sex and this will take care of him." If it was going to happen this way, she decided to at least make sure that he did get off. Out loud she said, "Of course I liked it. It was great. She knew what I liked and she did it well. She was just as inexperienced as I was but we were both so enthusiastic. I loved to lick down her body and then lick at her pussy, making her open up for me. And I liked to make her cum."

Don was now stroking his dick hard. He no longer cared if she knew it. Her words were filling his mind with images of a teenage Bridget having lesbian sex. His voice was husky as he asked "Did she make you cum too?"

"Yes, she could make me cum so well. When she went down on me, she would lick me until I screamed. Her tongue would slide up and down my pussy. She would tease me and make me beg for release. And I would," Bridget's own voice had a faraway tone as she thought back. She could feel Don moving next to her. He probably wanted her to turn over and do it for him but that was the last thing she wanted to do right then.

"Was it better than with a guy?" Don asked.

Again a spark of anger flared up in Bridget. "Why is he putting me on the spot like this?" she asked herself. For a second, she almost wanted to say something cruel. But it wasn't her nature to be that way. "It was different, Don. It was good but being with a guy can be good too." She could feel him getting a little more urgent. He grew quiet and she could hear his breathing getting faster.

In his mind, Don was imagining Bridget being eaten by a woman. He saw how her hands would hold the woman's face against her pussy. As he was getting closer, so was she in his fantasy. He felt his cock start to cum and pictured Bridget screaming as she came just like she said. His cock spurted out cum all over his belly. It wasn't as good as the previous night, but it felt good to have the relief.

"If you're done, would you clean up?" Bridget said in a very cold tone. "I don't really want to feel a slimy wet spot if I roll over that way.

"I'm sorry, Honey. It just was so exciting listening to you tell me about it. It was like last night night's fantasy coming real. Maybe not here but the idea that you have actually done it with a woman is hot." Don at least sounded embarrassed.

"I get it. Just clean up, okay?" Bridget pulled the covers up and closed her eyes. Even when Don slid back into bed and rolled over to put his arms around her, she pretended to be asleep. It took a while but eventually she actually was.

The next day was Saturday. Bridget had some time alone while Don went out and ran some errands. She tried to just focus on what needed to be done around the house but it was sometimes hard to ignore what had been happening. Every once in a while, she drifted off, thinking back to high school. She had tried to forget about it and leave it in the past but now it was right there. She didn't want to admit how it was actually turning her on to remember. No matter what she said last night, making love with Ashlyn had been better than any time with a guy. She traded that for peace in her family but it took a while for her to stop missing it. But now the longing was back.

"At least," she thought, "Don doesn't seem bothered by it." She had always worried that he would be upset if he ever found out. At least that was no longer a concern. It did worry her a little about how much he seemed to be into it. He was unlikely to let it go. And so far, his pushing was opening the door to her hidden desires and bringing them to the fore. She wasn't comfortable with it because she wasn't sure how far that would lead. She had thought it was all resolved but not anymore. What really scared her was how far Don might want to go.

When Don got home, he asked Bridget to come sit with him. He had a bag with him. "Honey while I was out, I was thinking. I know that you are a little uncomfortable with some of what you told me, but it's okay. You know that I find it very much a turn on. I liked how turned on you were too, the night before last. But it was hard for you to talk about what happened in high school, I know that too. It wasn't a good thing for you. So I wanted to find a way that it would feel safer for you, but still excite you. Anyhow, I picked up some lesbian movies that I thought we could watch."

"You got porn? Really?" Bridget was stunned. "I'm not sure, Don"

"Look, if you don't want to watch them I can return them. I picked out a few different ones and you can choose," Don tried not to sound too eager. He reached into the bag and pulled out four DVD cases. He put them down on the coffee table.

Bridget eyed them with a little disdain. She had never watched porn and had a woman's natural dislike for the idea. She looked at the covers. Three of them just reinforced her stereotype. They were covered with bleached blonds with big tits. They were exactly what she expected most guys wanted to see. But they held very little interest for her. Plus they just seemed to be a bunch of scenes cut together. The fourth one was different. The women were cute but they didn't look like models. They had a normal woman's breasts and it seemed like there was some sort of plot. She picked it up and looked at the back. One of the women caught her eye. She reminded her of Ashlyn. She wasn't exactly like her but she had the same hair and eyes.

"Well, maybe, but only this one," Bridget said holding it to her chest. "Those other ones? Seriously yuck, Don. Why would I be interested in those fake women? Take them back! This one at least they seem real, and there is a plot to it. Don't you know anything about women? There needs to be at least a little romance!"

Don could feel his cheeks blush with embarrassment. He knew that she probably would like the last one but the other ones turned him on and he had hoped they would turn her on too. But it didn't surprise him too much. He didn't like what she might be thinking about him in getting them though. "Well I just wanted to get a few and you could choose what you like. Now I know."

"Fine, now you know. But we have stuff to do, so hide it away in our bedroom and we can talk about watching it tonight." Bridget handed it to him and got up to get back to cleaning. Don sighed a little but understood.

That night Don could hardly wait until dinner was done. He tried to hide it and for the most part he was successful. Bridget was a little more successful. Her own curiosity was steadily increasing but she didn't want Don to know how much. She wanted to keep playing it cool and make Don feel like he was dragging it out of her. Still she didn't resist when he took her hand and led her into the bedroom.

He had already put it into the DVD player and it was cued up and ready to go. Don brought her to the bed; and after lying down, he had her get between his legs and lay with her back against him. They were both clothed but Don wasn't worried about it. He wanted this to be good for Bridget. She had on a button down blouse and jeans. He figured that if she liked it then he would be able to touch her in ways that she would enjoy.

Despite her interest in this particular DVD, Bridget was skeptical that she would like it. But as it got going, she found that it was better than she expected. There actually was a romantic plot line about a young woman slowly falling in love. Of course there she had to have multiple partners before that happened, but at least they were consistent with the plot. And the woman of her desires turned out to be the one that reminded Bridget of Ashlyn.

Don wisely kept quiet throughout the movie, allowing Bridget to just get into the story. Even during the first sex scene, he just held her. He was pleased to hear how her breathing became faster as the scene went on. He could feel her thighs clenching together. He knew her well enough to be sure that she was getting excited, but he just didn't do anything to encourage it. He was excited and his cock was hard. He was glad that he had made sure to adjust where his cock was so that he was fairly comfortable.

At the start, Don just had his arms around Bridget with his hands resting on her belly. As the second scene moved from plot into sex, he slowly moved his hands up Bridget's torso. By the time his hands were cupping Bridget's breasts, it was well into the two women having torrid sex. Don didn't do much except hold them, but he could feel how erect Bridget's nipples were. When the scene was beginning to reach its climax, he began to squeeze her breasts just a little. By this time Bridget's breathing was a little more ragged. He noticed that she had one hand in her lap and she was pressing down with it in time with his squeezes.

While they watched the plot portion of the next scene, Don took a little more initiative. He unbuttoned Bridget's blouse so that it hung open. He was delighted to see that she had worn one of her bra's that had the clasp in the front. His fingers traced her skin around it before he undid it. His fingers touched Bridget's soft skin under the now loose bra. While the story was going, he was careful to just gently caress her every once in a while. As the action started to heat up, he slowly moved his fingers farther and farther under the cup towards her nipple.




It Didn't Work Out Ch. 01



Bridget moaned softly. She wasn't sure if it was from the movie or from what Don was doing. She just knew she was becoming very excited. She was a little surprised at how much patience Don was showing but she was glad. It was the right approach for the moment. She was even a little anxious that he started to actually touch her nipples. The two women were touching each other's nipples and she wished that Don would do the same. Just then she felt his fingertips run along her areola. She shivered and her head fell back a little.

"Yesssss!" she hissed.

Don smiled as he heard and felt Bridget's reaction. His little plan was working. It would be impossible now for Bridget to deny how much this turned her on. And from there he hoped that it wouldn't be much of a step to get her to consider his ultimate fantasy. He only needed to be patient and not blow it by being too pushy. For now he contented himself with grasping Bridget's nipples and gently rolling them between his fingers. He was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath from her.

Now he lifted his other hand and brought it lower down Bridget's body. He held it over the hand she had that was pressing into her pussy through her jeans. He lowered his hand so that he could press hers down a little more. It wasn't much but slowly he pushed her hand down so that her legs began to open. With his fingers over hers, he curled his fingers and then relaxed them. While it was his hand that made it happen, it was her fingers that were pushing against her pussy.

Now the final scene was starting. At long last the couple was going to be able to be together and realize their love. Despite where she was and what Don was doing, Bridget was barely aware of anything except for the movie. When Don unsnapped her jeans and zipped them down, she didn't hesitate before her hand slipped down into her panties. She could feel how wet she was. Her pussy was tingling as she forced a finger between her pussy lips. She tried to slow down to keep time with the movie but she was too excited. As her now slick finger found her clit, she flicked it up and then down. Starbursts were starting to go off in her head. It felt so good that she couldn't stop. She wanted more. Bridget began to fuck her pussy with a finger while she slid the heel of her hand back and forth against her clit. Her body went tense and then all of a sudden she was bucking and screaming a high pitched "Oh my God" over and over again. Her other hand was up under her blouse grasping her breast.

Don wasn't even touching her at this point. His hands were holding her down at her thighs as he felt her trash against him. Her eyes were open, watching as the two lovers were coming close to a similar climax. Her finger kept plunging in and out of her body and the smell of her sex was filling the room. Just as he thought that maybe Bridget was slowing down, she froze for a moment except for her finger. All of a sudden as the two lovers on screen orgasmed, Bridget started shaking all over again as she clearly came for a second time. It was even deeper and it was like a tidal wave wrecking her body. The thrashes were frantic. Finally she collapsed against him. Except for her eyes being open and following the action on the TV, she almost seemed to have passed out. When the DVD finally ended, she closed her eyes and rested.

With Bridget resting against him, Don just held her. He was still completely erect and he could feel that enough of her pussy juice had dripped down between her legs that his own crotch was a little damp. Despite not wanting to ruin the moment, his need for relief felt urgent. When he shifted slightly, he felt Bridget stir against him. She turned her head so that she could see him. Her expression was unreadable. His, on the other hand, was not.

"I'm sorry Sweetie, but no. Not tonight," Bridget's voice was full of sympathy but it was also a little distant. "I know it isn't fair but I truly am not in the mood to have sex with you. If you want to go relieve yourself, I understand."

Feeling disappointed, Don nodded. He had counted on her getting so excited that she would need to get fucked. He hoped for a repeat of the other night. He hadn't considered the possibility that she would find satisfaction without him and no longer be in the mood. He wondered if in some way watching the lesbians made her reluctant to have sex with a man. It troubled him but he didn't want to ask. Finally he just said, "Could you lean forward so I can get up?"

Slipping off the bed, Don went to the bathroom. He sat down on the toilet set and took his dick in his hand. It had softened some. He started to slide his hand up and down. At first it didn't seem to be helping much. His cock remained somewhere between hard and soft. Feeling frustrated, Don started to picture Bridget while she watched the movie. He immediately felt a spark of excitement. He pumped faster. After a few moments he changed the visual. He started imagining Bridget was one of the women in the movie. He could feel his arousal grow. His hand tightened as it pumped up and down. The friction was doing its job. He started to cum and pictured the lesbian making Bridget cum at the exact same moment. He came hard and shot his wad all over the floor. He pumped until the last bit was gone. He sighed with deep satisfaction. Maybe he hadn't cum inside Bridget but he had made progress and he still came. As he got down on his hands and knees to wipe up the globs of sperm, his worries of a little while ago were forgotten.

For the next month, this set a pattern for them. Several times a week, Don would bring home a new DVD or two and have Bridget pick one. Occasionally his choices were poor and she would reject them as not being interesting to her. And sometimes she got mad that he was so insistent on watching them. When they watched them, it was rare for Bridget to want to make love afterwards. And when they did make love, it was disquieting for her. While Don was excited and fucked her hard, Bridget found that she couldn't share in the excitement and always ended by faking her orgasm.

Bridget felt uncomfortable overall with the direction this was taking. Don was no longer prompting her for any other fantasies and likewise was no longer bringing up new fantasies. Things were better when they made love on nights without the DVDs. As long as Don kept his mouth shut about other women, Bridget found it easy to focus on the two of them and enjoy the sex. Unfortunately Don couldn't control himself particularly well and it wasn't uncommon for him to start talking about it. It invariably ruined it for her. If he did it during foreplay, on more than one occasion Bridget just turned on to her other side and told him to forget about it. He was usually good for a few times after that but he still slipped up.

A little more than a month after it started, they were lying in bed after having watched a movie. Bridget was lying on her back with Don next to her stroking her head. She felt Don fidgeting next to her. He hadn't gone to the bathroom yet and she could feel his hard-on pressing against her. She wondered if he would try to get her to make love. She was satisfied and not really interested but she thought she would be willing. It might help recapture a bit of that feeling of closeness. She smiled at him and raised an eyebrow to invite him to speak.

"Have you ever thought about doing this for real?" Don asked in a very nervous tone. "I mean being with another woman again."

Bridget couldn't have been more surprised. In all their discussions, neither one of them had ever brought up being with someone else. "Of course not! Don, I'm married to you and I would never cheat on you. It doesn't matter if it is a man or a woman, I wouldn't do that to you." The outrage that he would think she might was clear in her voice. And she was being completely honest. It had never crossed her mind to take it out of pure fantasy.

"Whoa! I don't mean that, Honey! I know you wouldn't cheat on me. I trust you completely," he said as he tried to head off a potential explosion. "I mean you doing something with a woman with me there. You know, a threesome." Sensing that she might take his meaning wrong again, he hurriedly added "And only you! I wouldn't touch her! I just mean you and her."

"No," Bridget replied. Her tone didn't warm up any. "I never considered that!"

"It wouldn't be cheating, Bridget, not if I know and if I'm there. If I agreed to it, suggested it, how would it be cheating? Cheating is behind the back." Don tried to sooth her. "If we are doing it together, it is just expanding our joint boundaries. And I swear, I'm not looking to expand it for me; just you."

Bridget continued to glare at him but she thought about what he said. It still seemed wrong to her, but she reluctantly accepted his point about cheating. "Okay, I guess it couldn't be cheating if we were doing it together. But I haven't thought about it and I'm not interested in bringing someone else into our bedroom. Sex isn't just having fun you know! There are feelings involved and I don't see how it couldn't help but cause problems."

"But it could be just sex, Honey. We could just find someone who was interested in something casual. It wouldn't change how we feel about each other," Don argued.

"Don, it would for me. I was never one to have one night stands. You know that. It was never in my makeup. It only felt right for me when I cared for someone. It was that way before I met you. You know it was that way when I met you. And I can't see myself being any different now." It seemed so clear to Bridget. "Why doesn't he get it?" she thought to herself.

"Honey, okay. You're right. You need to at least feel something. But were you in love with everyone you slept with?" Don already knew the answer the question and felt safe in asking it.

Sighing, Bridget shook her head. "No. You know that, you jerk. I didn't love Stephan. I cared about him. I thought maybe I would fall in love with him but it didn't happen. And you know that because I was going out with him when we met."

"You also kept sleeping with him even when we were going out and sleeping together, Honey." Don felt a little bit of satisfaction in pointing it out. Bridget's unwillingness to be exclusive with him had been a sore spot early in their relationship. Fortunately for him, she walked in on Stephan sleeping with a friend and after that Stephan wasn't in the picture any more.

Being reminded of the past didn't help matters. She had cared about both Stephan and Don. Even when she stopped going out with Stephan, it took a long time before she was able to really feel like she loved Don. She always thought that the one person for her would knock her over right from the start. With Don it had been a slow growth of affection. He told her first and it was another few months before she could say she loved him too. It wasn't the blistering hot romantic love she expected, but it was love.

"That only proves my point, Don! I cared about you and I cared about him. If I didn't, I wouldn't have slept with either one of you. But because I did, it didn't feel wrong for me to sleep with both of you!" Even though she had a couple of friends who couldn't believe she was sleeping with two guys, Bridget had never felt slutty about it for that reason. Caring made it okay.

"And it proves my point too, Honey. You cared about Stephan and you had sex with him, but it didn't change how you felt about me!" Don felt like he won a major point in his favor.

Even though Bridget was irritated at Don, she held back from what she wanted to say. "I may be pissed but if I point out I didn't love him then, it will only hurt him," she thought. Being with Stephan hadn't diminished her feelings for Don because at the time they were about the same. She frowned. Finally she just said, "That was then, Don. We are married now and what was okay when I was single isn't any more."

Don decided to try a different tack. "Look Honey, I'm not saying you have to decide right now. I just asked a question about whether or not you had thought about it. I get it. You haven't. But now that I've brought it up, you can think about it. Maybe it won't seem so crazy when you have had a chance to consider it. And if you need to find someone you like, then I understand." He leaned forward and kissed her cheek. He wasn't sure it was quite safe enough to kiss her lips. "We love each other and just because you care about someone else, it doesn't mean that changes things for us."

When there was no response, Don put his arms around Bridget and tugged gently to get her to come closer. After a few moments of resistance, she scooted over and cuddled up next to him. She remained quiet while he held her. Her mind was trying to process what Don had said. Despite the degree of logic in his argument, it still seemed dangerous to her. Feelings went where they went. You couldn't necessarily control them. At the same time, he had sparked some thoughts in her that hadn't been there before. As much as she didn't want to admit it, there was a part of her that wanted what he was offering.

For a long time it was quiet. Don started to wonder if maybe she had fallen asleep when she raised herself up and looked at him.

"I'm not saying yes and I'm not saying no. You asked me to think about it. Okay, I will," Bridget said. Her voice had lost all of its angry tone. "I will let you know when I am ready to talk about it, okay? So don't bug me, Don."

Quickly agreeing, Don hugged her again and she returned it. There was some warmth in her hug and Don felt reassured that he wasn't in too much trouble. He reached up and turned out the light so that they could go to sleep. The argument had taken enough energy out of both of them that they were quickly asleep.



It Didn't Work Out Ch. 02



This is the second of twelve chapters. To really understand it, you should read the first chapter before reading this one. Once again, I want to thank my editor Terry for his valuable help! I hope you enjoy the story.

Over the next week, Don kept waiting for Bridget to bring the idea of being with a woman up again. But she didn't. She also turned down watching any more of the lesbian movies. Every time he thought about saying something, she seemed to know and gave him a look that forestalled him. He finally decided that he needed to just wait for when she was ready. He just hoped she wasn't going to ignore it.

Far from ignoring it, Bridget found herself thinking more and more about the idea. Even when she was working out at the gym like she was now, she found it hard to not think about it. She was still nervous about how it would affect their relationship. At the same time, there was something seductive about the thought of being with another woman again. It would actually be the first time with another woman. The only other time had been with another high school girl, neither one of them experienced. Certainly this time she would be with someone experienced, Bridget thought.

"This time," she wondered. Had she made up her mind that there would be a "this time?" For a moment she faltered as she ran on the treadmill. Then she picked back up the pace. She still wasn't sure, but she had to acknowledge that she was at least now open to the possibility. Somehow that seemed to ease a little of the pressure. She increased the treadmill speed and began to lengthen her stride while her mind drifted into focusing just on her legs and arms moving backwards and forwards. She was pushing herself hard but it felt good. It was a Saturday morning and she decided to run an extra couple of miles more than normal.

When she finished, Bridget went over to the mats so that she could do her cooling down stretches. As she was seated and stretching out one leg, she looked around the gym. For Bridget, it felt like she had a new set of eyes. As a gym there were all types of people there; older and younger, people trying to get back into shape, others keeping fit, and of course the body builders. Bridget hadn't paid too much attention to people before. If there was someone extremely attractive, male or female, she wasn't blind. She had admired them but without any particular sexual aspect.

Today was different. She barely noticed the men but she saw the other women in a new light. There were ones that didn't hold any interest for her and others that she found very alluring. When she was caught looking by a pretty young woman lifting weights, Bridget blushed a deep red and tried to just focus on her stretches.

"This is awkward," she thought. It had been a long time since she was single and she had never been a player. "Besides," she reminded herself angrily, "I'm not looking to pick someone up!" Even if she agreed to do this, Bridget had no clue about how to actually do it. And she felt completely unwilling to talk to Don about that question. If she did this, it would have to be in a way that was comfortable to her.

Getting up, Bridget headed into the locker room to shower and change. As she stripped off her damp workout clothes, she noticed one of the trainers doing the same. Sian was a long-time trainer at the club. In fact she had taken Bridget around and showed her the equipment on her first day. It was the club's way of introducing trainers in the hopes of getting new members to sign up for them. Despite Bridget not having any interest, Sian had been very helpful; and when Bridget was first getting started Sian had gone out of her way to make sure that things were working out well. Bridget felt like they were friendly but didn't really know each other.

With her new eyes, Bridget stealthily checked Sian out. She was older than Bridget by around ten years, but she was in much better shape. It wasn't that Bridget was out of shape. It was just that Sian was in extremely good shape. She wasn't a body builder though. She was just very athletic. From the few conversations they had since Bridget joined, she knew that Sian ran competitively, kayaked, played softball and skied. Bridget wasn't sure but she thought that Sian probably did a few sports more than that.

Sian was maybe half a foot taller than Bridget and less rounded. Bridget caught a brief glimpse of Sian's breasts as she wrapped a towel around her. She was small breasted but they were a very nice shape and they went very nicely with Sian's lean body. As Sian stretched to reach something in the top of her locker, her muscles tightened up and were very visible. Bridget admired her for a moment but quickly looked down as Sian turned to walk towards the showers. Bridget had always thought that Sian was pretty. She wore her black hair in a short pixy cut and she had dark eyes. When Sian talked to her, Bridget had always found that Sian's dark eyes made her nervous. She could never put her finger on why.

It was always clear that Sian wasn't a girly girl. She was the only trainer that Bridget had seen who had a nose ring. It wasn't big but the circular loop through a nostril was noticeable. But today was the first time that Bridget noticed that she had a tattoo. Those weren't unusual, but this one was high on Sian's upper arm so it was normally covered by the workout shirt all the trainers wore. As Sian walked by, Bridget saw that it was a stylized open door with the shadow of a woman projecting through it.

That made sense to Bridget. Sian was also the only gay trainer that Bridget thought worked there. On more than one occasion, Bridget had seen Sian's girlfriend at the gym working out. They didn't really interact at the gym but Sian would always see her out and had no problem with a loving kiss goodbye. It didn't seem to bother anyone and if someone did actually complain, the club would have told them to shut up. Sian was their most popular female trainer. Unfortunately for Sian, something had happened and she broke up with her girlfriend a few months ago. Even not knowing her well, Bridget saw that it had hit Sian hard.

It surprised Bridget when she realized that she could imagine being with Sian. She had never thought of her that way before. Beyond that, she was nothing like Bridget's high school girl friend. Somehow Bridget had thought that she would be most interested in someone who reminded her of Ashlyn. But Bridget found Sian's maturity to be more enticing. Sian knew who she was and was happy with it, that much was clear. Bridget wasn't sure that someone more her own age would have that confidence. She also knew enough about Sian to know that she liked her in a friendly way. She wasn't starting from scratch.

Getting into the shower stall and closing the curtain gave Bridget a tiny feeling of privacy. She knew it wasn't complete but at least someone would have to work at it to see her. As she soaped up, she thought about Sian. She had seen more of her today than any time before. Sian's body was just what she expected. Bridget admitted that she found Sian's body exciting. It wasn't like the porn stars she had been watching, even the more realistic ones. She had a real body, just like Sian was a real person. But she took extremely good care of herself and Bridget appreciated it. She felt her nipples hardening as she washed them. Reaching out to the curtain, Bridget adjusted it a little further closed. She slid her fingers around and over her nipples, pressing them from one side to the other. It felt very nice and she could feel her excitement increase. She really wanted to play with her pussy but she was too nervous about doing it at the gym. "Right now," she thought, "it just looks like I am washing. And if I touch myself, I will never stay quiet." Sighing she raised her hands up to the shower head to rinse them off and let the water sweep over her. It didn't take long before she was heading back to her locker with a towel around her body and another around her hair.

She looked over at Sian's locker and saw that she was there, getting dressed. Bridget wasn't quite as far along and tried to hurry so that they would leave at almost the same time. She was still uncertain if she really wanted to do this but nevertheless she wanted to see if she couldn't get to know Sian better. This was a good chance to do that. Even though she tried, Sian finished up ahead of her and left the locker room. Bridget was still fixing her hair, putting it up in the pretty chignon style she favored. She wanted to just go, but at the same time she wanted to look nice. Finally she was ready and she hurried out of the locker room. Bridget was sure that she had missed Sian.

As it turned out, Sian was still talking at the front desk and was actually just saying goodbye when Bridget approached. Smiling at her, Sian came over to say hi. They hadn't talked in a while and Sian seemed pleased to see her. Bridget felt butterflies in her stomach.

"Hey Bridge, how are you doing?" Sian asked, using the same nickname as always. She wasn't the only person who did, but was one of the few that Bridget enjoyed her using it. Most of the time she tried to get everyone to use her full name. She never once asked Sian to do that.

"Hi Sian! I'm doing pretty well. Got in a great workout this morning!" Bridget smiled back at her.

"I'm glad that not everyone has your discipline! I would be out of a job if they did. But good for you. You are looking great," Sian said as she looked Bridget up and down. It wasn't in a sexual way, but it made Bridget blush.

"Thanks. You look good too. What are you training to do now?" Bridget knew that there was usually something for which Sian was getting ready.

"Ski season of course! Well I'm playing soccer so it helps with that too, but the slopes will be covered soon and I want to be ready!" Sian said with a look of enthusiasm.

It was catching. Bridget enjoyed skiing but didn't get to do it that often as Don had never learned and so far had shown little interest. "Yeah, it won't be long! I hope I can get up some." Without intending to say it, she added "Don doesn't go so it's hard to find someone to go with." Even though she hadn't been fishing for an invitation, Bridget still got one.

"That is easily solved. Let me know when you want to go and we can go up together. Any time you want, Bridge!" Sian didn't need someone to go but she was always happy to have company. She didn't know Bridget well but she seemed nice. Sian looked at her watch.

"I'm sorry," Bridget quickly said. "Am I keeping you from something?"

"Not really. I have to be somewhere in an hour. It's not that far but I wanted to get a smoothie before I left." There was a coffee shop that also catered to the gym crowd with smoothies right next door.

Feeling the butterflies turning even faster in her stomach, Bridget asked "That sounds good. Would you like company?"

"That would be great. Let's go!" Sian smiled. Since she had offered to become ski buddies, she thought it might be good to get to know Bridget a little better.

After they had both gotten their drinks, Sian found a table in the corner by the window and they sat down. For a few moments they just sucked on the straws and enjoyed the taste. Looking over at Sian, Bridget decided to take one more little step. No matter what, it would let Sian know that she also was okay with who Sian was.

"Hey, I wanted to say that I was sorry to see that your girlfriend broke up with you. It seemed like you were happy and I could tell that it hit you pretty hard," Bridget said.

Sian blinked a couple of times. She knew that people were aware of what had happened, but other than a few of the other trainers no one had said a word about it. And Bridget surprised her with the warmth that was in her voice. Her sincerity was very obvious.

"Thanks, Bridge. Yeah." Sian still found it a little hard to talk about the breakup. "It was hard. I'm mostly over it now. I guess I just didn't see it coming so I was kind of blind-sided when she told me."

"That's rough, Sian." Bridge reached over and squeezed her hand for a second and then let go. "I've been there once back in college. I thought everything was great and out of the blue he told me he just didn't see it going anywhere and that was it. So I totally sympathize!"

Sian nodded but didn't trust her voice to answer right then. Mostly over it meant that she wasn't all the way. Some moments were harder than others. She looked away as she tried to get herself under control. Bridget couldn't help it but she reached out again and covered Sian's hand in hers. They sat like that for several minutes. The constant pressure of Bridget's hand was reassuring to Sian.

Finally Sian felt okay to look back and smile. It was a bit wan but it was there. "Thank you," she said. She turned her hand over and squeezed Bridget's back. Then she let go and withdrew her hand. Sian appreciated the sympathy but didn't want Bridget to take it wrong especially when she was being so nice.

"So tell me about your soccer team." Bridget asked. She wanted to give Sian something else to think about than her ex.

Sian laughed a little and took the offer. She started to tell Bridget about the co-ed team on which she played. It was at the highest level of the rec leagues and was often a fairly tough place to play. Not surprisingly, Sian was pretty good although she was very modest in what she said. Bridget wasn't fooled although she didn't completely call Sian on it.

"Maybe I should come and see how good you really are!" Bridget laughed. "I like soccer, although I don't play much or well. But it is fun to watch people I know play it."

"If you want to, that would be cool," Sian smiled as she said it. She was glad that she had run into Bridget. She was as nice as she always seemed. At the moment, she was a bit short on friends since the breakup. She and her girlfriend had been together long enough that many of their friends were mutual. Some took sides and for whatever reason, more people had continued to hang with her ex than did with her. There were others who felt awkward and stayed away from both of them. And of course there were a few who walked the tightrope between the two of them. Still the end result was that Sian didn't have a lot of friends around. She was happy to find a new one.

Bridget took out her cell phone and handed it to Sian. "Put in your number and I will text you so you have mine too. Just let me know when and where!" Bridget smiled. For a moment Sian was struck by how attractive Bridget was, but the moment passed. Sian finished typing and moments later she heard her own phone go off. She pulled it out and created a contact for Bridget.

As she finished, Sian noticed the time. "Damn, I'm sorry Bridge but I have to run. I'm going to be late for meeting my brother to go to the movies. Thanks. Thanks for the shoulder. It is a good one!" She smiled as she got up. Bridget stood as well and leaned over to give Sian a friendly hug. Sian returned it before saying goodbye, and true to her word she ran out the door and to her car.

That night Bridget was particularly quiet. Don carried most of the conversation, with Bridget's contribution usually limited to a word or two at a time. After dinner, she went into the living room and sat down in an easy chair and curled up with her legs under her. When Don finished with the dishes, he followed her in and sat down on the couch. There was the end table between them so it wasn't really possible for him to touch her. Don suspected she chose her spot for that reason. It made him nervous. At the same time, he couldn't help but want to know where Bridget was with all this.

"Are you okay tonight, Honey?" he finally asked. Lost in her own thoughts, he had to repeat himself before Bridget looked over at him.

"I'm fine," she said. He was relieved that her voice was normal. The overlay of frost that it had most of the time recently wasn't there.

"Okay, I was just wondering. You seemed out of it at dinner and then you came in here. I wanted to check," Don said nervously.

She sighed just a little. It wasn't an angry or sad sigh. It was really one that meant she was ready and probably needed to get this over. She looked at Don. "So I'm still not sure, Don. I'm not saying I'm going to do this. But I'm willing to at least explore the idea."

As she spoke, Don's eyes lit up. He felt a flash of excitement run over him. "Wow, that's great Honey! It will be okay; you'll see. It will really bring excitement to our sex life! Do you know..."

Bridget cut him off. "I'm not done, Don. There are some ground rules. I need your agreement to them."

"Of course, I'll agree! I'm sure ..." Don started before Bridget cut him off again by raising her palm.

"Would you just let me finish before I decide that this is a mistake? Jeez!" Bridget's voice was full of irritation. Don didn't notice that her other hand was balled up into a fist.

"Okay, I'm sorry. Go ahead." Don was subdued as he said it.

"The first ground rule is that I am going to do this at my own pace. I can't just find someone and bring them home. I need to feel something. The second ground rule is that I need to feel something, Don. I want you to really think about that. I'm going to find someone and enter into a relationship with her that is strong enough that I will want to make love to her. And she will want to make love to me. So you just think about that.

"The third is that I will take whatever time I need to develop the relationship. That means that I will do things with her. I'll be gone. And once we start down this path, you aren't allowed to get mad if I'm not around as much. And the fourth ground rule is that I do it by myself. You don't get to come along on my ... my dates. For one thing, if you are there I just don't think I can do it. I'm going to flirt and do the things you do to start a relationship and I can't do that in front of my husband. I'm not sure I can in any case, but definitely not with you there.

"The fifth is that I will tell you if and when I am ready to go on to the next step and you don't get to ask me when I will be ready. Pressure from you isn't going to help. It will just hurt. It will hurt us, Don. I want you to understand that too. This will be hard enough on our relationship. Don't add that to it."

Bridget paused and looked at Don. He could sense she wasn't done and he was smart enough to just wait. Inside she could already tell that their relationship had changed. It wasn't as strong. She knew that if he really thought about it, Don must know deep down the same thing. He didn't seem to care. "Another little blow to the foundation of our love," she thought. "Well, I had the chance to just stop it and I didn't so I'm to blame too."

Out loud she continued. "Okay those were the ones that really were on you. The sixth ground rule is that I will tell you what is going on with me. I will tell you where I'm going; what I'm doing; who I'm seeing; and what happens. I'm going to be open with you. I hope it ends up being what you want.

"The next one is that before the relationship turns romantic, I will tell her what is going on. I am not going to lure some woman into a threesome without her being fully aware. And if she can't go there, I will understand and let her go. And maybe that will be the end of it. I really don't know. But I can't do this if I feel deceitful.

"The eighth ground rule is that I won't make love to her without you present. I may kiss her or pet her alone, but there is a line that I won't cross without you there. I'm not looking to cheat, Don. Anything that happens, anything real, I'm doing it in front of you." Bridget's voice was a little harder as she said it.

"The last two are for both of us. The ninth one is that she gets to decide what part you play. You're being there is a given but beyond that nothing is. If she wants to involve you, she can. But if she wants you to do nothing but watch, she can decide that too. And Don, this needs to be really understood because I think it is unlikely that she will be bisexual. If I'm going to do this, I want it to be with a lesbian and she isn't going to want you. I doubt she will want you to be there, but that isn't an option either.




It Didn't Work Out Ch. 02



"Finally you can call this off at any point before I tell you that I care for her. After that point, it is my decision only to call it off. But you can tell me if you want me to, Don. I just can't guarantee you that I will say yes, even if it hurts you. I'm sorry."

Bridget stood up and moved over to the couch and sat down with him. She put her arms around him and hugged him. "So those are my ground rules if you want to keep going on. Can you accept them? Are you willing to risk what we have, Don? I will be honest and tell you that bigger part of me wants you to say no, but there is also a part of me that wants you to say yes. Please think for a few minutes before you answer." She hugged him again tightly and then got up to go get a drink. It wasn't often that she felt the need, but she did right then.

While she was gone, Don did think. He heard what she was saying but at the same time, he didn't really think that there was a danger to their marriage. They loved each other. Bridget found the idea of being with another woman exciting but she was committed to him. It would be a fling and nothing more. And the ground rules were all fine. "Well," he thought, "I don't like that I can't ever go along. I would love to see her together with some lesbian trying to seduce her! But I get her point and in any case, she will tell me all the details." He felt his cock hardening as he anticipated that.

Wanting to do what Bridget asked, he tried to ignore his excitement and focus on their relationship. But the thoughts of Bridget with another woman kept intruding and clouding his thinking. Every time that he started thinking about a potential downside, Don found a reason to dismiss it. Finally he got up and joined Bridget at the table. She had poured him a drink as well. He sat across from her and picked it up. He took a little sip of the scotch and felt the pleasant warmth slide down his throat.

"Honey, I heard what you said. Let me ask you something. Do you love me?" Don looked at her and waited for her answer.

It took no time at all. "Yes, I do. Don, I love you," Bridget said softly.

"I love you, Bridget. We are doing this together. I've got my eyes open. No one is cheating. As long as we remember we love each other, I think it won't hurt us," Don told her.

"I need to tell you one thing, Don, just so it is out there. I'm not sure I believe you can only love one person at a time. I'm not saying that I would stop loving you, but I might love someone else too," Bridget voice trembled a little as she spoke. It was almost as if she was afraid.

That got through to Don. Could he handle it if Bridget actually fell in love with the woman? Was that part of what she had been trying to tell him all along, he wondered? Still he thought, how could someone else compete with their shared past. They had made the choice to build a life together. Even if she loved the other woman, in the end this was the life she had chosen. And it was with him.

He tried to reassure her with a smile. "Honey, I trust our love. It is strong enough to bring you home to me, even if you really care about her." Somehow he couldn't quite use the word love for how Bridget might feel about this other woman.

Bridget nodded. "I hope so," she said with a little more strength in her voice. Then she continued. "What about the ground rules; can you accept them?"

"Yeah, they are fine. I understand why you want them," Don was feeling more confident about this as each minute when by. The thoughts of seeing Bridget with another woman were getting stronger again and the concerns were retreating.

Picking up her drink again, Bridget let out a long breath. She held it out to Don and he clinked his glass against hers. "Alright, then I will at least explore this. Again Don, please understand I'm not sure I will go through with it. But I will see where it goes."

They were both quiet as they slowly finished their drinks. When they were both done, Bridget held out her hand. "Let's go to bed." Holding hands, they went into the bedroom. When they were both in bed, Bridget rolled over and lay her chest on Don's and looked into his eyes.

"Do you know Sian at the gym?" she asked him.

Don had thought that they were going to just go to sleep but he was suddenly wide awake. "Dark short hair and tall?" he said. When Bridget nodded, he added "She's the lesbian isn't she?"

"You know she is. I'm not saying she's the one, Don. But you know I've always thought she was nice. We talked today after I worked out. We haven't really ever done that before. Mostly it's just been around the gym and what workout we were doing. Anyhow we talked and had a smoothie together at the coffee shop. We hit it off. So I will probably be doing some things with her. I just wanted you to know." Bridget sounded calmer than she really was.

"Wow, did she try anything?" Don wanted to know.

"Don't be rude, Don. She is a very nice person who broke up with her girlfriend not that long ago. And she knows I am a married woman. We aren't even friends yet, just friendly acquaintances," Bridget said with a little bit of heat. "And Don," she continued, "I said that I would tell you where I'm going; what I'm doing; who I'm seeing; and what happens. But that doesn't mean I am going to tell you every word we say or every single thing we do. When I say what happens, you know what I mean by that; anything romantic.

"I don't mean this harshly or to imply I'm mad, Don, but you want me to do this because it excites you. It's okay; I get it. So I will tell you about the parts that will excite you. Sometimes I will help you with that and sometimes you will need to do it yourself. But you aren't going to be a voyeur on everything. You will get to know where I'm going, like the waterfront. You will get to know what we are going to do there, like going to dinner. You will get to know who it is with, like Sian. And if she kisses me, you will get to know that too. I will tell you the details of that. But that's it. Do you understand?" She waited for his answer.

Don nodded. "Okay, I understand. Sorry, it's kind of new to me."

"Obviously you big lunk," Bridget smiled at him. "I think there will be some learning as we go along. I don't think either of us can predict all the things that may happen. We will just have to try and deal with them in a spirit like the ground rules." She stretched forward and kissed him lightly on the lips.

Turning off the lights, Don put his arms around her and held her. He was quiet for a few minutes. Then he simply said, "She's pretty good looking."

Bridget didn't say anything for a half a minute. Don began to worry a little that he had stepped over the still forming line. Finally Bridget said, "Yes, she is." He sighed with relief because he could hear the smile on her lips. They were both quiet after that; each thinking their own thoughts. It was a while before either one was asleep.

In the morning, Bridget was up before Don. She unloaded the dishes, put the first load of laundry in the machine and got it started. Having gotten that started, Bridget felt okay with heading over to the gym. Before leaving, she got a shopping bag out of her closet and put the contents in her bag. She was a little nervous about wearing her new workout clothes that she bought yesterday. They weren't as skimpy as some of the women, but still it showed more skin than she was used to. There was a pair of very tight yoga shorts that only went down about a quarter of her leg. And for the top, it was a tank top with straps that was short enough that it would expose about three inches of her belly. It also had a reinforced bra built into the top so Bridget didn't need to wear a sports bra. She wasn't trying to seduce Sian, at least not yet, but Bridget did hope that Sian would at least notice her a little.

When Bridget arrived at the gym, she saw Sian working with an older woman. She didn't try to catch her eye as she walked over to the locker room, but Sian happened to look up and saw her. Her smile grew a little bigger at the sight of Bridget and she gave a slight wave. Bridget waved back with a little smile of her own. When she found a locker, Bridget was even more nervous. Now she knew that Sian would definitely see her, she wasn't sure she had the guts to put on the new clothes.

Bridget had them out in her hands when she felt a light touch on her shoulder. She turned around to find Sian there. Luckily there was a light out in that corner so her blush wasn't noticeable.

"Hey there! I was going to text you but it seemed like it might be too early so I hadn't done it yet, but since you're here ..." Sian trailed off. She looked at the workout clothes that Bridget held. "Wow, those are awesome! You will look great in those, Bridge. You have the perfect body for them. Just make sure to keep this on." Sian reached out a finger and touched Bridget's wedding ring. "You will need it to help keep the wolves at bay!" She laughed.

"I don't know. I bought them on impulse yesterday but I'm thinking maybe I should return them," Bridget said. She could tell her voice sounded just as nervous as she felt.

"Well you need to feel good about it. But believe me, you can totally do it." Sian leaned closer to Bridget, "Seriously, you in that? You will be the hottest woman here! Trust me! I know what I'm talking about." Sian laughed to make sure that Bridget knew she didn't mean anything by it.

Bridget smiled. Sian had a wonderful laugh. It was infectious but not overwhelming. "Okay, I'll try. But I may have to come back and change if I feel too exposed. Oh, what were you going to text me about?" Bridget asked.

"Well you said you wanted to come to a game. I didn't have one scheduled for today, but one of my friends is short a player and asked me to fill in. I just wanted to know if you were free this afternoon at four. You can come cheer me on!" Sian replied. 

The butterflies were back. "This was it," Bridget thought. It was the first test of the ground rules. Don and she were planning on going over to a buddy of his to watch the late game. Bridget wasn't close to either Don's friend or his wife, so she didn't feel obligated to them. Don expected her to come but she was pretty sure he wouldn't mind.

"I would. That would be great. Let me just text Don and let him know," Bridget told Sian who smiled a big smile.

"Great! My next appointment should be getting here soon, so I need to head out. I will give you the details later," Sian said before she turned and rushed out.

Getting out her phone, Bridget typed. "Can't go to the game. Going to watch Sian play soccer." After a few moments, she added "Okay?" to the message and hit send. She hoped that Don was already awake. When the response came in a minute later, she guessed he must be.

"Okay!!" was all it said.

Bridget found that as long as she kept a hard pace on her workout, she forgot what she was wearing most of the time. When she was lifting weights, it even seemed a little more comfortable to have less clothing on. She only had to tell a couple of guys to bug off. They were nice enough about it and left her alone. She even managed to avoid thinking too much about Sian. It wasn't until she was on the stair machine that she saw Sian again. When their eyes connected, it was obvious that she was looking for Bridget. Her face lit up and she came over.

For a few moments, Sian stood down at the base of the machine and looked up at Bridget. This time Bridget was pretty sure that the blush on her cheeks was visible. Sian didn't do it for long. She got on to the machine next to Bridget and started it going at a pace that was easy to do and also talk. Bridget slowed her own down.

"Wow, Bridge. I totally underestimated how much you would rock that outfit," Sian said as she leaned so that she came closer to Bridget.

Bridget did the same so that they felt like they could have a reasonably private conversation. "Stop it," she said with a smile to Sian. "You are totally embarrassing me!"

"I'm not trying to. It's just, well ... Wow is the right word," Sian said. "I'm sorry, that probably isn't appropriate." Her voice got a little more formal, as if she was remembering that she was talking to a club member.

Bridget reached out and put her hand on Sian's arm. She squeezed it a little. "Sian, of course it's appropriate. I hope we are friends and a friend can say that to another." Bridget paused for a second. She wet her lips without being aware of it, and then she said, "Are we, Sian?"

Sian's arm turned and her own hand encircled Bridget's and she squeezed back. "We are, Bridge." She could feel a connection with Bridget. She couldn't quite figure it out but right now it just felt nice. She also had to admit to herself that she felt the beginnings of attraction to Bridget. She would have to keep that under wraps, she thought. She let go of Bridget and moments later, Bridget did the same thing.

"Then it's okay for you to tell me how unbelievably hot I am!" Bridget felt her cheeks get redder but she also laughed. Sian joined her.

"Well I was tracking you down so we could coordinate getting to the game before you left. I figured you were probably close to done. It looks like you had another hard work out," Sian said. As someone who spent a lot of time in a gym, she wasn't bothered by sweat. In fact when a woman was covered with a sheen from having worked out, Sian found it quite attractive. On someone like Bridget who spent enough time outdoors to have a light tan but not too much of one, it was especially attractive.

"You said four, right? Where do I need to go?" Bridget asked. She pulled her phone out of the holder clipped next to her breast so that she could put the details in it.

"Well that's what I wanted to talk about. Since this isn't a normal game, I didn't know until just now where it was. It's kind of in a seedy part of the city. I mean it's okay but I'm not sure how safe you would feel going there by yourself. Maybe you want to wait for one of my normal games. We generally play in nicer areas." Sian's voice had a trace of disappointment in it.

Bridget thought for a moment. Then she got up her courage and asked, "Well maybe I could just go with you? That way I'm with someone and so are you."

"Are you sure? I mean you're welcome to come with me, but I have to get there about half an hour before the game and the team invited me out for pizza afterwards to thank me for their not having to play a person down," Sian replied.

"It sounds fun," Bridget said. "If you don't mind me coming along."

"There is one other thing, Bridge," Sian said. Without thinking, her hand reached up and held Bridget's arm. "They all know I'm gay, not that they care. But, and I mean this with all respect, if I show up with someone as gorgeous as you, they are all going to think you are with me. As in with me!"

Bridget's hand took Sian's again too. "Sian, I'm fine with who you are. I'm not going to be bothered by someone getting the wrong idea about you and me. We may be just beginning our friendship but I just want you to know that I would never feel like I shouldn't show my friendship because of what somebody might think." Her fingers tightened. "If I acted like that it would be like I was ashamed of who you are. I would never want to hurt you like that." Bridget's expression was a combination of something quite serious with a little smile. Sian could tell she really meant it.

"Jesus, Bridge. Where have you been all my life?" Sian could tell that Bridget might take that wrong so she added. "I'm serious. I wish every gay person had a friend so accepting. I have other straight female friends and they are very dear to me, but without exception they all have some way of making it clear we aren't together."

Bridget smiled shyly at Sian. "Well I'm not them. There is nothing wrong with being gay and if someone thinks I'm gay just because I'm with you, that's their issue. It's not mine."

"I wish I was somewhere that I could cry, Bridge," Sian said. From her voice, Bridget knew that she wasn't kidding.

"Are you done for the day?" she asked Sian.

Sian sighed. "I wish. Unfortunately I have to work for two more hours. I just had a half hour gap between appointments."

Looking at her phone, Bridget knew that Sian did have another 15 minutes before her client would be here. She pointed that out to Sian. "Let's take a little walk," Bridget said. She stepped down off the machine and waited for Sian who did the same. They walked side by side out the main door without talking and continued along the sidewalk. As they turned the corner, they were in a small alley. Once they were there, Bridget turned to Sian and pulled her into her arms. There was nothing sexual about it. She could just tell that Sian needed some comfort. For whatever reason, what she had said touched a nerve.

For a few moments, Sian felt uneasy but then she let herself relax. She hugged Bridget back and felt a few tears worm their way past her eyelids. She shut them a little tighter and tried to will the moment away. It helped having Bridget hold her as if she didn't care if anyone saw her. She could feel that Bridget led her to this more secluded spot because she needed privacy, not Bridget. Somehow Bridget knew that Sian couldn't bring herself to show this type of vulnerability in front of others. Finally she felt good enough to end the hug. She pulled back away from Bridget while still holding on to her arms.

"Thank you, Bridge. I wish we had become friends before this. I hope it is a very long friendship!" Sian still had a tear or two on her face.

"Me too," Bridget said with a serious look. "Are you okay now, Sian?"

She nodded. "I am. It's not like me, Bridge. But some days are harder than others. And a little understanding is wonderful; even feeling vulnerable can be good for me too." With an obvious reluctance, Sian dropped her hands to her sides and stepped back away from Bridget.

"I am going to go back in and get all my stuff, go home and change into something appropriate for a late fall afternoon and then come back here. I can just bring a book and keep occupied while you work. That way we can leave when you're ready," Bridget said. Neither one of them had stopped to put on a coat and Bridget in particular was starting to feel the cool temperature. They walked back to the club at a brisk pace and parted ways as soon as they went through the door.

On her drive home, Bridget contemplated how much she should tell Don. While it hadn't been sexual, he might like to hear about the hug. Somehow it felt wrong to Bridget though. He was going to view it through the prism of his fantasy and really it had been just a moment when Sian needed a friend. It was just part of the process of their developing a friendship first. She wanted to be open with Don but this was part of what she was talking about the previous night.

It didn't matter. Don was turned on just by the fact that they were talking and going to do something together. It was clear that he had already cum once, probably immediately after the text message, and he would probably do it again after she left. His ability to get off on even the most innocent part of the relationship made Bridget feel a little uneasy. "What would he be like if I actually ever did something?" she wondered.

After showering, Bridget went to the closet and picked out her clothes. She wanted to look good for Sian but not be too overt. She already did that with the workout clothes. It took her much longer to pick out her clothes than normal. She tried on a couple of outfits before settling on tight jeans with a white button up shirt with a red sweater over it. She also took a blue scarf for the cold. She finished off with a pair of boots that went all the way up her calves.

"How do I look?" Bridget asked as she came out of the bedroom. She pirouetted for Don and looked expectantly at him.




It Didn't Work Out Ch. 02



"You look very cute Honey, but are you sure it's sexy enough?" Don asked. As soon as he said it, he could tell it was the wrong thing to say.

"Listen to me carefully, Don. I'm not trying to seduce her. I'm just going to a soccer game with her. I want to make sure we are friends. And once again, I haven't even made up my mind to do anything," she said. The frost in her voice told him exactly how far off base he was. She had her hands on her hips as if to emphasize it.

Don held up his hands and tried to calm her down. "Okay, okay! I get it. Well you look very nice for that. Really, Honey!"

It didn't seem to help much. She stalked over to the door and grabbed her coat. She paused with her hand on the doorknob. Bridget took in a few breaths and then turned her head to look back at Don. "I'm going to the soccer game with Sian. We are going out for pizza afterwards so I don't know when I will be home. I will see you then."

She was already out the door before he said okay.

By the time she got back to the gym, Sian didn't have much longer to work. When she came out of the locker to meet Bridget, she gave her a quick look up and down. "Nice," she said. "I like the outfit. Is it something new too?"

"Except for the boots, not really. Just kind of regular stuff I had around. The boots are new however. I needed a nice pair of higher boots!" Bridget smiled at Sian. "You look great too!" Sian was also wearing jeans with high boots, although her boots were tighter than Bridget's. Under her coat, Bridget could see a nice cable sweater.

"Thanks." Sian blushed a little. It was the first time Bridget had seen her do that. She already looked pretty. It just made her a little cuter. Sian wasn't used to getting complements, even when she was with her girlfriend, so she felt a little uncomfortable getting them.

The rest of the day was very fun. Sian needed to get something to eat right away so they drove in Sian's small car to a little place where she got a sandwich and Bridget got a salad. After that they went to Sian's home so that she could get her stuff together for the game. It gave them lots of time to get to know each other better. Bridget liked Sian's small apartment but while it was well decorated, there were odd gaps in the wall hangings and pictures. Bridget finally figured out that these must have either been pictures of Sian's ex or things that she took with her when she moved out. Bridget was glad that she hadn't asked about it.

Because they were chatting so much, getting ready took up more time than normal so in the end they didn't have much time to spare. While she didn't mind looking good when she could, Sian was also practical. She put on her soccer uniform and then threw on sweat pants and a pullover sweatshirt. It just made sense and was easy. As she was combing her hair in the bathroom before coming out, she looked at herself and frowned momentarily. She wished she looked a little nicer. Bridget was there and she looked so good. And even though Sian knew there was nothing there, she sort of would like Bridget thinking she was attractive. As it was, Sian didn't put on any makeup and other than her hair looking nice for now, she felt plain in comparison to Bridget.

"Oh well," she thought. "At least I'm not trying to date her!" She smiled. It took a little of the pressure off her.

It didn't take long after they got there for Sian to be proved right. One of the guys that she knew made a comment to her about the babe she was dating. And Bridget overheard the phrase "what a waste of a woman" made about her by a couple of guys from the other team. It was fortunate that Sian didn't overhear them. With her acquaintance who was actually trying to make a sincere complement, she just explained that Bridget was a friend and married. Hearing the other comment would have really pissed her off and she had a reputation for being an aggressive opponent. She would have taken revenge on the field even if it got her a red card.

In the end, it was a hard fought game. Sian's team won when she scored the only goal late in the game on a fake that completely fooled the goalie, leaving an open shot for her. She looked over at Bridget and was pleased to see that she was on her feet cheering. The rest of the team mobbed her and Sian was able to hide the big grin on her face.

After the game, they followed one of the other guys in their car to get to the pizza parlor. They piled into a couple of large booths that barely fit everyone. It was mostly the team with only a couple of other people like Bridget. She and Sian were crowded together on the inside corner of the booth. The group was loud and boisterous. It reminded Bridget of when she was in college. They seemed to accept her readily and included her in the conversation. A couple of the guys tried flirting with her but she gave them no encouragement. After trying once or twice, they good-naturedly moved on.

Bridget was very aware of Sian's close proximity. When they talked, their faces were very close together. Sometimes when it was particularly loud, they would take turns speaking in the other's ear. Bridget liked it. It didn't really excite her but there was a feeling of intimacy that was built. Even as a few of the people left, Bridget didn't move down to get a little more space. She enjoyed the feeling. They started talking about work and that degenerated into some gossip about people at the gym. It was innocent stuff but Bridget liked the different perspective it gave her of the gym.

Finally Bridget looked at her watch and realized it was starting to get late. She had work in the morning. They said their goodbyes and headed back to the car. Driving back, they continued to chatter. They were having so much fun that even when Sian parked at the gym they kept talking for a little while. Sian hadn't had such a good time in a while and she was reluctant to end it.

Eventually Bridget noticed the time again and swore. "Damn, I really have to go. I get up early so that I can be back here for my workout. Thanks for inviting me Sian! I had a great time!"

"Me too. We have to do something again soon! Too bad you work out so early. I'm not there yet," Sian said.

"I know but it's been the only time that works for me," Bridget said. But as she did, she wondered whether that was still the case. Don agreed that she would be given the time she needed to develop the relationship. Maybe she could work it out, at least for some days. She got out of the car and went around to Sian's open window. Bridget tarried a few more minutes while they kicked around a few ideas for getting together. In the end, they just agreed to call and talk about it.

As expected, Don was waiting for her when Bridget got home. He looked up from the TV as soon as she stepped through the door. Before he could even say a word, she held up her hand. "Nothing happened. I told you. We just had a fun time with her friends from the soccer team. Nothing worth telling you, Don, I swear." Bridget went over behind him on the couch and hugged him, resting her chin on his head. "I'm sorry, Sweetie. It's going to take some time. And now I need to go to bed. Are you joining me?"

"SportsCenter will be over in 20 minutes. I think I will watch that and then come," he said as he turned back to the TV. He missed the little frown that passed over her face as she thought about how she had been gone all day. And apparently since she didn't have anything juicy, he wasn't really interested. Suppressing the sigh that she wanted to make, she went to bed.

During the work week, Bridget was able to see Sian three days. She guessed right. When she brought up working out in the evening which meant that he would have to cook, he agreed to the change without an argument. It was a bit of another sore spot for Bridget since she had tried to get him to help with dinners for years and he never would. So she switched to working out in the evening on Tuesdays and Thursdays while still doing mornings the other day. Both of those were days that Sian had training sessions in the late afternoon and into the evening. Bridget timed her own workout so that she finished at the same time as Sian. That gave them a bit of time to talk before they both went home. Sian also surprised her by coming in early on Friday and they worked out together. Bridget had never really worked out with someone else and had a bit of an attitude about people who did. Most of them spent more time talking than working out. She loved talking with Sian, but she also took her workouts seriously. Sian had the same attitude so Bridget found she was very happy with it. If anything, she got more out of the arrangement because Sian couldn't help but give her some pointers that improved her workout.

When they finished with their workout, they stood talking for a few minutes as they both wiped off sweat. As they started to walk to the locker room, Sian looked over at Bridget. "I know we have been spending a lot of time together this week, and I don't want to monopolize all your time, but I noticed last night that a local jazz band I like was playing tonight by the University. I was wondering if you might want to go and hear them," Sian said. After a few moments she added, "Your husband would be welcome to come along if he wants. You probably haven't seen him enough this week."

For a moment Bridget was quiet as she thought about it. She wanted Don and Sian to get to know each other and to like each other. That was true whether or not she and Sian stayed just friends. She was already having a hard time imagining not having Sian in her life. They had bonded so quickly. At the same time, she worried that Don would act in some way that would scare away Sian. But Sian was right, she felt like she needed to make sure that Don still felt like a priority in her life. She couldn't pull away without it doing the damage that she feared.

"Sure, I would love to go. I'll call Don from work and ask him if he wants to come along. Thanks for asking, Sian!" Bridget replied with a smile.

When they came out of the locker room, they both headed towards the exit. Fridays and Saturdays were Sian's day off. For the first time, it felt natural to both of them to hug goodbye. It was very quick and friendly but Bridget felt the tingle from it the whole way to work.

When she got into her office, Bridget shut the door and called Don's cell phone. She hoped he was still in the car as he didn't have his own office and she didn't really want to have this conversation where others could hear.

"Hi Honey," Don answered the phone after only a couple rings. She could hear that he had her on speaker and was in the process of turning off the radio. "How was your workout?"

"Hi Sweetie. It was good. It was harder than normal because Sian ended up being there and we worked out together. She pushes me just a little bit more than I push myself," Bridget said with a chuckle. "Anyhow, when we were finishing up she asked if I might want to go with her tonight to see a jazz band. And she invited you too. I thought you might want to meet her. But Don, you have to behave just like this is what it really is. We would be going out with a new friend of mine, not with a potential bed partner. You start saying things like I would love to see the two of you together then you are going to freak her out. So I'm asking you honestly if you can do that; because if you can't be sure, I don't want you coming. I'm hoping the answer is yes because it would be nice to spend time with you too." Bridget finished what she had to say.

For a few moments there was silence. She could tell that he was still there from the road noise. "Honey, I know what you want and I'm just thinking to make sure I can," Don said. He went quiet for a little longer before he started talking. "Honey, right now you two are just friends. I need to be able to treat her like any of your other friends even if I am wishing and even thinking that it will become something more. Plus I will be honest, and even with behaving, I want to see the two of you together. I'm sorry but I don't want to lie to you either, Honey. Is that good enough for you?" Don asked.

"I appreciate the honesty, Sweetie. I mean, I pretty much knew that but I'm glad you know it too. We are going to meet her there at 8:30 and get a bite to eat before the show starts. Have a good day at work! I'll see you when you get home," Bridget replied. When Don finished his own goodbye, she ended the call. She sighed. She was glad they would get some time together but at the same time, there was a little part of her that didn't want to share Sian. "What a complicated life I'm weaving," she thought as she started to work.

As usual, Bridget was the first person home. She didn't mind as they were going out so she didn't need to cook. And it gave her more time to decide what to wear. In her mind, it was almost like she was going on a double date. With Don, it absolutely was a date with her husband. She wanted to look good for him and make sure he appreciated her. With Sian, it was different. On one hand, there was the feeling that you never want a girlfriend to think that you don't look good. It wasn't quite competition, at least for Bridget, but still there was an image to reinforce. And on the other hand, despite not being ready to take the next step Bridget wanted Sian to find her desirable.

She tried on multiple outfits before finally settling on a skintight pair of jeans with little metal rivets down the legs, a black silk blouse that she buttoned down one button more than where she felt comfortable, and a pair of black boots. They were similar to what Sian had worn the other day and hugged her calves but the heels were much higher and really brought out her legs. As she turned around, Bridget liked what it did to her ass too. After that she did her hair. She put it up in back as usual but spent much more time than usual to get the right amount of locks pulled down on either side to frame her face. She curled them slightly so that they were loose ringlets. Once she was satisfied, she put on just enough make up. She wanted something understated as she suspected that Sian favored that.

Bridget was just putting on the finishing touches when she heard Don opening the front door. Looking at the clock, she realized there was still an hour before they would need to leave. She was already impatient. Taking a deep breath, she checked one more time and then went out to greet Don. He smiled with approval as she came towards him.

"Somebody wants to look hot," he said, causing Bridget to blush. That caused him to laugh a little. "Yup, got that one right," he added. "Well you succeeded, Honey!" He gave her a big hug and then kissed Bridget. It was turned from a normal greeting kiss into one with more passion. Bridget pressed her body into Don's and was rewarded by feeling his cock harden against her. It was reaffirming to know that she could turn him on, not just this fantasy. When the kiss ended, they had matching smiles. It felt nice.

They didn't stay together like that for long. Don was dressed up for work and wanted to get into some more comfortable clothes so he kissed her lightly one more time and then went into the bedroom. Unlike Bridget, he was changed and back out in less than 10 minutes. He was just wearing jeans and a t-shirt. He grabbed his leather jacket out of the closet and put it by the door.

For a while they talked about their days but as it got closer to the time to go, Bridget turned the conversation to Sian and the evening. She was worried still that he would do something that would hurt her budding friendship.

"You remember what we talked about this morning, Don? This isn't about me going to bed with Sian. We are just going out to hear some music and have some food with a friend of mine," Bridget said. She knew she sounded a little harsher than she meant to. She tried to soften it. "I am only mentioning it because I can tell you are excited and I don't want things to get ruined."

Moving back over to where she was standing, Don gave her a hug. Bridget's arms slipped around him and hugged him back. Looking into her face Don said, "Honey, I understand. Tonight is just for the fun of the night. You aren't ready to do anything and Sian isn't either. I mean, you two are just friends so she isn't there. It's a future thing." He kissed her lightly before going on. "I have two jobs tonight. First is to have fun and second is to get along with your friend."

Bridget smiled at him. "Oh I hope you succeed at both, Sweetie! I know you like jazz and I really like Sian and I want you to like her as well. No matter what, I want her in my life and that means you two need to like each other."

"I will try to be at my most non-pushy charming self!" Don laughed. His hands drifted down to cup Bridget's ass and pull her closer against him. "But I will be lying if I said that I'm not going to be turned on seeing you and her together. Even though nothing is going to happen and I won't say or do a thing, I will still picture the two of you together. But I promise you that I won't make you look bad in front of your friend!" Don hoped that would be good enough for Bridget.

Pressed against him like that, Bridget could feel that he was slightly erect. She felt fairly sure that he would do what he promised. She pulled one hand out from behind his back and hit him lightly on the chest. "You better not," she said with a smile and then she pressed her hips against him and ground her mound against him. She kissed him hard and pushed her tongue into his mouth. They stood like that for a minute. Pulling her mouth off his, Bridget looked at him. "I know it turns you on, Sweetie. I don't mind. Just keep it in your head for now." She gave him one more light kiss and then went to go get her coat. It was a dark green army jacket that she had picked up at a surplus store. Looking in the mirror, she checked her hair one last time and then fixed her lipstick.

"Let's go. I don't want to be late," Bridget said as she checked her phone for the time. Don laughed again and followed her out the door.

Once they got to the University neighborhood, Don lucked out in finding a parking spot close to the bar. It was only a short walk to get there. Once they were past the bouncer, Bridget looked around trying to find Sian. They pushed their way through the crowd by the bar. When they were past it, she saw Sian waving at them from a booth. By the time they were at the booth, Sian was standing and ready to give Bridget a hug. It was a long one and Bridget loved how tight it was. Don enjoyed their embrace too, even if it was just friendly. It gave him a hint of what it could be like. His cock stirred again. Finally Sian let go of Bridget and turned to Don. They shook hands and said hi. They had seen each other around the gym and talked once or twice so it wasn't like they were total strangers.

"I love your outfit, Sian," Bridget said. "You look really cute!" Sian smiled and twirled around. She was wearing men's jeans that fit her quite loose with a white men's shirt that was buttoned down to show the top her camisole underneath and a black tie that wasn't done up very far. She finished it off with a black suit jacket.

"Kind of a dyke uniform, I know but it's comfortable," Sian said with a lopsided smile.

"I don't know about that, but it looks very good on you," Bridget replied. Her sincerity made Sian's smile get larger and light up her face. It was really a great smile, Bridget thought.

Sian looked over at Don who was smiling. "I bet Don wishes it was a little tighter. More like this hot outfit his wife is wearing!"

Blushing, Don shook his head. "You look good just the way you are, Sian."

Sian smiled at Bridget. "Good answer. You have trained him well."

Bridget laughed and hugged Sian a little again. "He's a good guy," she said.




It Didn't Work Out Ch. 02



Getting into the booth, Bridget was squeezed between Sian and Don. It didn't take long for them to get a drink and some food ordered. Sian and Bridget did most of the talking. Occasionally one of them would bring him into the conversation but he didn't try very hard to stay in it. Bridget told Sian about her work day and Sian told her about her own day. They were having a great time and often were laughing with their heads close as they talked over the noise.

The degree of closeness between Sian and Bridget was very exciting to Don. Even though they weren't doing anything, he could sense that they were building an intimacy. That was all it really took for his fantasies to start spinning up in his mind. He tried to keep his focus on the current moment but sometimes it was hard.

Once the band began, it was impossible for the three of them to continue to carry on a conversation. It was only possible to talk into each other's ears. They listened to the band most of the time. Bridget and Sian still talked, excluding Don without meaning to. Every once in a while, Don would say something to Bridget but mostly he just left them alone. In his mind, he imagined that instead of talking they were kissing each other's cheek. He couldn't actually see what they were doing so it made it easy. After a while he put his hand on Bridget's thigh and his fingers softly stroked her there.

At the touch, Bridget looked over at her and smiled at him. She knew he was very excited but he was living up to his promise and being good. She didn't mind him touching her as long as he was restrained. She was having fun too. So far being with Sian was always fun. They just clicked. She looked out at the band and noticed that there were lots of people who were starting to dance. She looked at them with a little envy. Bridget knew that she would never get Don to go out there. He didn't think he was very good and was extremely self-conscious about it. It was one of the things that had been a bit of a problem when they first were going out. She finally got over it but she missed dancing.

Sian turned and put her lips up to Bridget's ear. "Let's go out and join them. I love dancing! Tell Don to come too," Sian told her.

"He won't come. I mean I'll ask him, but he won't," Bridget replied. She turned around and told Don they wanted to dance. "Sian wants you to come too."

"You know me and dancing. You two go," Don told her.

Kissing him on the cheek, Bridget slid out of the booth after Sian. Moving closer to the band, they started to move to the music. They weren't dancing with each other but as the music went on, they began to move in the same way. Eventually they were starting to look at each other and trying to match their moves. Every once in a while one of them would brush up against the other.

Bridget was having a great time. She looked over at Don. From what she could see, she was pretty sure he was enjoying himself too. She gave him a grin and then turned back to Sian. She added a little bit more hip into her dancing, raising the level of sensuality in it. Her whole body was now snaking up and down in long wave movements. Sian noticed and started to pick it up as well. Bridget inched closer to Sian and occasionally their bodies would touch. When it happened, they would both giggle and lose their rhythm. It became a game to see how close they could come without touching and still keep up the dance. By the end of that song, they were getting very good at it. As the music faded away, they collapsed against each other laughing.

As the band was taking a break, the two of them walked back to the table. Bridget felt Sian's hand on her back as she got into the booth. She knew it was innocent with Sian only helping her but she did feel a little shock of excitement. She had to admit to herself that the dance had turned her on some. The feeling didn't go right away with Sian so close to her. The booth was small enough that Sian had to press against her to fit. To try and distract herself, Bridget turned to Don and gave him a big kiss. He kissed her hard in return and for a few moments slipped his tongue in and out of her mouth.

Don could tell as the kiss ended that Bridget was excited. He knew her too well to miss it. He had enjoyed the show. At some point it crossed a line where he no longer needed to fantasize; what they were doing was exciting enough. When Bridget turned back to talk to Sian, he felt a little smile cross his face. She was going to do it, he thought. It may take some more time but he felt confident he would eventually see Bridget with Sian. He wished he could find someplace to beat off. His cock was rock hard and he felt the need for relief. Groaning inside, he knew he would just have to wait for when they got home.

When the band came back, the women didn't want to go right back out. They occasionally talked but mostly just enjoyed the music. Bridget noticed that Sian was looking over at a cute blonde. She was surprised by the little flare of jealousy that sparked in her. She suppressed it. She still wasn't ready to do anything so it wasn't fair to be that way.

Bridget leaned over and whispered in Sian's ear. "See something you like?"

Immediately looking away, Sian blushed and looked a little sheepish. "Just looking," she finally said.

"Don't be embarrassed. It's not like I don't know you are a lesbian. Why wouldn't you look at cute girls?" Bridget smiled as she spoke into Sian's ear.

"I don't know," Sian said back. "I am not normally that obvious. And it feels funny when I'm with you. I'm not sure why. I guess I don't go out that often with a straight woman." She smiled at Bridget, "Anyhow I should just pay attention to you and Don. I'm not on the make!"

"Just so you know Sian, it doesn't bother me if you do look. I accept you and who you are," Bridget said quietly in her ear. She hugged Sian who hugged her back.

The second set wasn't as long as the first so when they got up to dance, Sian and Bridget never got back into that rhythm. They both had fun dancing but it didn't have the same feeling. When the band finished, they were still out in the thick of the crowd dancing. They clapped hard and yelled loud. As they came back to the booth, Don was leaning his head back resting. It had been a long day and when he lost them in the crowd, he didn't have the excitement to keep his attention.

"I guess we need to get going, Sian," said Bridget. She saw that Don had already paid the bill for all three of them so they grabbed their things and went outside. Sian walked with them back to their car. Bridget and Sian were talking about getting together the next day. Sian had another game with her usual team. Bridget wanted to come and see her play and meet her friends there. It was a morning game so there wasn't anything planned afterwards. Bridget asked Sian if she would go with her to pick out some new skis and boots. At the end of last season she had snapped one of the buckles on her boot and she thought that she would get new skis at the same time. Sian was an expert skier and Bridget wanted her advice. Rather than managing two cars again, they agreed on a time for Sian to pick her up.

Before getting into the car, Sian gave Don a quick hug, and then she and Bridget hugged. It wasn't nearly so short. It was a long hug and at the end Bridget gave her a little kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks for inviting us, Sian. We both had a good time," Bridget said as they parted. "See you in the morning," she said as she got into the car. Sian waved goodbye when the car pulled away.

Sian and Bridget spent most of the next day together and once again had a great time. That week was pretty typical of the ones that followed. They saw each other multiple times a week. Their friendship continued to grow closer; and on the days they couldn't get together, they would talk on the phone or by texting. When the ski season started, the two of them added skiing together to their activities.

All in all, much of Bridget's free time was being taken up by Sian. Don was left alone a lot and she worried that he might start getting pissed off. He might have but they did get some time together. It was also becoming clearer to him that the intimacy that Bridget needed was getting stronger. Bridget continued to be very open with him about what she and Sian were doing. She hid nothing. And it wasn't always Sian and Bridget alone. Some of the time they included him on their activities. He went to a few soccer games and out again to hear music. None of them were big into movies but they did catch a few together.

Each time he went with them, Don could see the growing closeness. Bridget was not always the touchiest person, but with her very best friends she often was. She and Sian often touched as they talked or did things. As yet, Don didn't see any signs that it was crossing over the line of friendship but he hoped it would soon. Seeing them together made his fantasies seem more real.

The other reason that Don was alright with the developments was that sex with Bridget continued to be very good. As her relationship with Sian deepened, she seemed to be trying to compensate with giving him more sex. And she didn't object when he brought up being with another woman during foreplay. He was careful not to use Sian as the other woman, but talking about another woman doing what he was doing usually was a certain way to get her more excited. As long as it was in this limited context, the ground rule about pressure didn't seem to apply.

Things started to change in December. The two of them went up skiing on a Saturday. They liked to leave early and get there just as the lifts started. Sian taught Bridget that the best run of the day sometimes was the first one. The slopes were almost empty of people and there were freshly groomed runs that were perfect for really cutting loose. They would go to the top of the mountain and then side by side start down. Without anyone around they were able to take the run at full speed. Instead of tight turns that bled off speed, they made long slight curves that were almost straight. From top to bottom of the mountain, they never stopped. By the time they were down, they could feel the burn in their thighs but neither one of them would give up in front of the other. After a start like that, they would continue skiing until the last rides up the lift. It was a long day of skiing but they found a common passion.

On this day, Bridget suggested that they go into the bar for a beer before driving home. Neither one of them had eaten much so the beer hit them harder than normal. They were off in a corner on a small table that had them sitting close together. They were joking and enjoying themselves. In her tipsy state, Sian noticed more than usual how Bridget touched her. Sometimes it was a fleeting touch, but other times Bridget's fingers lingered. Sian was surprised when she realized that she liked it. Up until now, she knew that Bridget was gorgeous but she was just her friend. Sian hadn't really felt an attraction. For the first time, she felt it.

More than that, it seemed to Sian that Bridget was giving her signals like the feeling was mutual. She was acting flirtatious in ways that she hadn't before. Sian was feeling confused. "Maybe it is the beer," she thought. She didn't want to do anything that would hurt her friendship with Bridget. Plus Sian had a personal rule about dating married women. It just never was a good idea, even if Bridget really was interested. Picking up her water, Sian decided that she shouldn't finish her beer. There was only about a quarter left, but she felt the need to have a clear head.

Keeping it restrained wasn't too difficult for Sian. Bridget was only being slightly flirty and Sian just tried to avoid responding. Finally looking at the time, Sian commented that they needed to be getting going. "Remember, I have to be up in the morning for work and then I've got the semi-final game in the late afternoon. I need to get some rest after today!" Bridget nodded in agreement and they both got up to collect their gear and head back to the car.

The ride home was a little quieter than normal. Sian was still trying to figure out what happened and Bridget appeared to be lost in thought. As they got closer to home, Bridget stirred and looked over at Sian. "Sorry, either that beer was pretty strong or I just was a cheap date. Anyhow I was a little drunk and when that happens, I get a little affectionate. I hope it wasn't too much."

"It's fine. You were just having a little fun. No harm, Bridge," Sian said with a little amused smile. It sounded like it was what she thought.

After that, they started talking more and pretty soon the bar was completely forgotten. Mostly they talked about the game tomorrow. Bridget was really excited to see it since this was the first time Sian's team had advanced this far in the all city playoffs. Sian felt good about their chances.

"We beat them once already this season, so we should have the advantage." Sian smiled as she thought back to the game. She had scored both goals against them in a shutout.

"Do you want to pick me up or should I come get you?" Bridget wanted to know. She didn't go to every game Sian played, but enough that she was considered a regular by the rest of the team.

"Well I still have to work in the morning and early afternoon so it would work better if you came by and got me, if that's okay?" Sian said as she thought about what she needed to get done. They were just pulling up to Bridget's home.

Bridget nodded and smiled at Sian. "No problem. I will see you in the morning when I am working out." They both got out of the car and Sian helped Bridget get all her gear and carry it into the garage. As usual, they gave each other a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Actually it was almost like usual, this time both of them felt a little tingle that hadn't been there the last time. It puzzled Sian how this was happening, but Bridget felt reassured. She was close to making her decision. She waved goodbye to Sian as she drove away. Bridget stood there thinking for a few minutes before going inside the house.

Even though the evening was getting on, Bridget sighed when she saw that Don hadn't done anything for dinner. He was doing alright on the week nights she was gone, but when she wasn't around on the weekend he tended to get lost in whatever he was doing. Today it was playing a new video game that he had picked up. She could tell by all the debris around him that he probably hadn't moved much from the spot all day; just enough to grab something to eat and come right back.

"I'm home," she called out loud enough that he could hear her. She had to repeat herself before he noticed. She got out some frozen soup she had made a month ago out of the freezer and put it in the microwave on defrost. It would have been better if she could slowly melt it on the stove but that would take longer than she wanted. She was hungry after all the exercise. Luckily it looked like he hadn't found the loaf of fresh bread she bought the day before so it would be a relatively good meal along with a salad.

"I'm going to take a shower and change into something comfortable," Bridget said once she was sure she had his attention. "Get up please and make us a salad. There are tomatoes, cucumbers, red peppers and carrots, so don't just get out the greens. Okay?"

Feeling a little guilty over his lack of having done anything, Don switched off his game and got up right away. He watched Bridget walk into the bedroom. A lot of the time with Sian involved physical activity. Bridget had been fit before but now she had added a little more muscle. Don found her even more attractive and enjoyed watching. He hoped that she would be in the mood tonight.

When Bridget came out, she felt much better for the shower. Her muscles always felt a little sore after skiing with Sian and the hot water helped take some of that away. While she was dressed for relaxing, she still looked good. She was wearing a very loose sweater over a tank top with a thin pair of sweatpants. It had a wide neck so a lot of skin was showing. She had taken the time to put her hair up the way she liked.

"You look very nice, Honey. Did you have a good day?" Don asked. He had gone beyond the minimum of what Bridget asked and was just finishing putting the bowls of soup on the table alongside the bread and salad.

"Yeah, it was a lot of fun. According to Sian's iPhone app, we got up to 62 mph on our first run today. That beats our old record!" Bridget smiled with pride.

"Bitches be crazy," Don said in a joking tone. Not being a skier, it sounded crazy to him and more than a little unsafe but he knew better than to say anything beyond that.

Taking it as a compliment, Bridget laughed. "Maybe a little, but it's fun!" She went over to the counter and brought over an open bottle of wine. She poured them each a glass before sitting down.

They talked for a little while about the day skiing. When Bridget started feeling a little less famished and relaxed, she looked over at Don. "Sweetie, I want to talk about rule number 10. You know which one that is."

"I can call it off any time before you tell me that you care for her," Don said. He knew them all by heart by now.

"Right," Bridget said quietly. "Tonight after skiing, we went into the bar in the lodge and had a beer. We both got a little tipsy even though it was only one drink. And I started flirting with her. I liked it. Until she got nervous, I liked the way it felt when she responded. She pulled back, not me. If she had wanted to go further, I might have taken another step. I don't know.

"Don, it's time for ground rule number 10. If I keep going the way I am, I'm going to care about Sian more than just as a good friend. It's close. I may be already over it. But if you want to call it off, you need to tell me now. Even if I am over it, I would be able to come back at this point. But if you let me go on, it will be out of your hands. You lose that right. And Don I will tell you again, I don't know where this goes from here. I already love her as a friend. I could fall for her hard. So think hard about it," Bridget said. Her voice was a little sad. She both wanted Don to say stop and to say go. Stopping was the safe thing to do, but deep inside her Bridget was fully aware that she already slipped over that line. It would hurt to pull back but she still could do it.

While she hoped Don really would consider it all over again, he didn't. In his mind, he had been over this multiple times over the last couple of months. Time after time, he reinforced his desire to move forward and fulfill this fantasy. And while they spent less time together, it seemed like the time they did spend was more passionate than it had been in a while. "It has helped our marriage," he thought, "not hurt it."

"If you want to keep going, I am not worried. Bridget, you and I love each other so it will be okay," he said out loud.

Reaching out, Bridget took his hand. She was quiet for a moment. "Don, then I am going to try taking the next step. At this point I could only have stopped if you asked me to. That's where I am now." Bridget still felt a mix of emotions, ones she couldn't express to Don. But she knew that one of them was happiness.

It scared her.



It Didn't Work Out Ch. 03



This is the third of twelve chapters. To really understand it, you should read the previous chapters before reading this one. Once again, I want to thank my editor Terry for his valuable help! I hope you enjoy the story.

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The next day, Sian and Bridget got to the field early so that there would be time to get ready and talk over the game plan before it started. Sian was just finishing stretching when she glanced over at the opposing team. Bridget was surprised when Sian suddenly swore. Looking over at Sian, Bridget saw that she was quite dismayed. Squatting down next to her, Bridget put a hand on Sian's arm. She heard Sian muttering something like "those goddam assholes."

"Hey, what's wrong?" Bridget's voice was full of concern. Turning to look at Bridget, Sian's face was a combination of pain, sadness and anger. Bridget stroked Sian's arm as she waited.

"Look across the field, on the end. Do you see the woman in green that is warming up? It's my ex. She's not even on their team. They brought her in just for this game to try and throw me off. Most of the people in our circle know I haven't dated since we broke up, and a fair number know I struggled with getting over it. I doubt that Roberta even knows they are playing me. It would pretty unlike her to be a part of it. But they are hoping that I am distracted," Sian's voice reflected the same feelings as were on her face.

Looking at Bridget, Sian was surprised at the flare of anger that passed over her face. She seemed madder than Sian was.

"Nobody messes with my friend," Bridget coldly said. "Two can play that game, Sian. For tonight, let's show her that you are over her and are dating a hot blonde. I'm here for you; you know that."

"Huh? What do you mean," Sian was confused.

"Stand up and I'll show you," Bridget said. There were a few others from Sian's team standing around and they smiled at each other. They picked up on what Bridget intended quicker than Sian.

A little warily, Sian stood up in front of Bridget who moved in close to her. "Now I want you to go along with whatever I do, Sian. Do you understand?" Bridget's voice was much sultrier than Sian had ever heard before.

"Ummm, okay Bridge," Sian was starting to get an idea. Bridget took it from a half formed idea to full realization when she slid her arms around Sian's neck and pressed her lips against Sian's. It was a light kiss but Sian was still stunned. Without thinking, her own arms went around Bridget's back and held her.

Lifting her lips from Sian's, Bridget looked into her eyes. "Nobody fucks with my friend around me. We will do the distracting, not her. You just focus on the game and don't worry about her, Sian. You are over her. You know that. You haven't brought her up to me in weeks. And maybe this won't bother her, but maybe it will. She may not have known what they were doing but all's fair in love and soccer." While she spoke, Bridget's fingers stroked the back of Sian's neck and their bodies pressed lightly together. Although her teammates could hear what Bridget was saying, from across the field it looked like two lovers having an intimate moment.

"Are you sure, Bridge? This could get around and give people the wrong idea," Sian was concerned for her friend even though she loved the willingness to stick her neck out.

Kissing her once more, Bridget made it clear that she was committed. "Win the game for me, baby," she said as she released Sian's neck and stepped away. The smile on Bridget's face could only be described as predatory. "Beat those assholes, Sian." This time there was no sultriness in her voice. It was cold and hard. Everyone around could tell just how pissed Bridget was.

Sian reached out and took Bridget's hand. She squeezed it as she mouthed the words "thank you." Out loud she said, "We better keep you away from Roberta. I wouldn't want my new girlfriend tearing out the eyes of my old girlfriend." Sian was partially serious. She thought Bridget looked ready to do it.

"No one tries to hurt you with me around, baby," Bridget said. She meant it, both in the role she was playing and how she felt about her friend. Sian might be bigger and stronger than her, but Bridget knew that she had a sensitive heart too. She was determined to protect it.

The game was about to begin and Sian was going to run out on to the field when Bridget pulled her back close. "Good luck kiss," she said. Bridget had been watching the other team out of the corner of her eye and knew that Roberta's attention had been caught by the two of them. Bridget held Sian tight and gave her a long kiss. As they parted she whispered, "Ignore her. If she says anything, ignore it. Just let her stew." Sian nodded and ran out.

During the first half, the game was very tight. Both teams got their chances on goal but came away with nothing. The best chance was when Sian got a breakaway and had a shot from the side. At the very last second, the goalie got one finger tip on it and knocked it just far enough to hit off the corner post. Sian stood there for a few moments with her hands on her hips, shaking her head in disgust. As she turned to head back up field, Roberta ran past her and made a comment to Sian. Bridget couldn't tell what she said nor could she hear what Sian said back. Whatever it was, Robert stopped dead in her tracks and her head swiveled to look over at Bridget. She stayed like that for several seconds.

Bridget smiled sweetly at her and then turned to yell at Sian. "Next time, baby! Remember the reward I promised you for every goal!" The other people on the sidelines alongside Bridget laughed and then whistled and made some cat calls. Bridget chuckled as Roberta slowly walked forward to get back into the game. A couple of the other players waiting to substitute in came over and high fived her.

When the half ended, Sian came trotting off the field. Bridget rushed over to meet her with a bottle of water. Sian tried not to laugh too hard as Bridget did her best impression of a hero worshiping younger girlfriend.

"Oh Sian," Bridget gushed. "You played so well! I thought for sure that shot would go in!" She put an arm around Sian and they walked back to the bench to sit down. Once there Bridget put her chin on Sian's shoulder and gave a good impression of nuzzling. "Told you, Sian. It's totally throwing her off her game. Second half, you're going to run all over them. You were already starting to get better breaks."

Sian kept up the pretense by putting her arm around Bridget. Even though she wasn't laughing anymore, she still had a big smile from being amused. She turned to look at Bridget. "Thanks Bridge. You really helped me avoid staying bothered by Roberta." She leaned a little further forward and gave Bridget a peck on the lips. "You saw her try to needle me about getting tired. I don't think she expected me to say that my stamina was so improved after having to keep my younger girlfriend satisfied!" Sian laughed. "Oh, what's my prize if I score a goal, Bridge?" She laughed again.

Looking coy, Bridget said in her sultry voice that Sian would have to score to find out. As she said it, she dropped a hand onto Sian's thigh and slid it between her legs. She didn't do anything more than caress Sian's inner thigh, but Sian's eyes practically bulged. With that predatory smile back, Bridget leaned forward and whispered in Sian's ear, "Don't you want to score, baby?" And then she took Sian's earlobe in her teeth and pulled it.

Even though Sian knew this was a joke, she couldn't help feeling the first signs of excitement. Between the night before and what Bridget was doing tonight, Sian was more aware than ever before of just how attractive Bridget was. With Bridget's hand stroking her inner thigh, Sian felt her nipples hardening. She closed her eyes for a moment as her body shivered. When Sian opened her eyes, she saw that the referee was indicating that they had about five minutes left of the break. She needed to stretch. Bridget felt her move and turned to look. She immediately took her hand away, only to reach up and turn Sian's head towards hers.

"You are going to be great this half. You are going to smoke them." Bridget spoke quietly before giving Sian a soft kiss. This time Sian couldn't help herself. She was turned on enough that she flicked her lips against Bridget's. When they parted, Sian's tongue darted just once into Bridget's mouth. It surprised both of them but they continue to kiss for another couple of seconds. They looked at each other but it was hard to read what was going on behind either of their eyes. Then Sian got up and started doing her stretching. Bridget sat and watched her, lost in her own thoughts. When Sian finished, Bridget got up and came over and gave her a big hug and they kissed again. This time they were both more under control.

"Go win, baby!" Bridget shouted as Sian ran back out onto the field. "I want to give you those prizes!"

The second half was completely different. Sian and her team clicked and they dominated. Within two minutes, Sian took a long pass, turned and drilled it right into the back of the net. She did it so fast that the goalie wasn't even close. Bridget screamed and danced around on the sidelines. When Sian looked over with a big smile, Bridget yelled, "I owe you one prize now, baby!" Even from a distance, Bridget giggled as she could see Sian blush.

Ten minutes later, Sian faked another shot on goal and instead lofted it up just out of the goalies reach so that one of her teammates could head it in. Before it was done, they scored three more points with Sian getting a hat-trick. Bridget thought the last one was the best. Sian got the ball in a position to make a breakaway. She sprinted towards the goal with the ball and only Roberta had the position to stop her. Bridget saw her coming and faked a move around her. When Roberta bit and tried a tackle, she spun and whipped right past her. Roberta was left lying on the ground as Sian put the ball up in the upper corner of the net where the goalie had no chance.

From the sidelines, Bridget could see that Roberta made some sort of comment to Sian as she was walking back to get into position. Sian looked over at Bridget and then turned and said something back. Roberta's face went from nasty to sad. She almost looked like she was going to cry. Sian's face on the other hand looked more triumphant than when she had scored. Bridget smiled. "It's about time. She really has moved on from Roberta!" she thought.

Having taken a huge lead, the team contented itself with just playing out the last few minutes. They didn't have to work hard as the other team just wanted it to end. As the game ended, the team mobbed Sian and carried her off the field. They dropped her down right in front of Bridget.

"I think this gal is owed three prizes, Bridget. Make sure you pay off!" the team captain shouted. Everyone laughed and most of them hugged Bridget too. It was Bridget's turn to blush as many of them whispered their ideas as to what the prize should be. By the time she was left alone with Sian, her face was burning.

Sian's face was beaming as she came up to Bridget. She took both of Bridget's hands in hers and stood close. "Thanks for being here. Thanks for being such a wonderful friend, Bridge. Until today, I thought I was still getting over her. Now I know I'm free of her. Did you see her say something to me again? This time it was personal. She told me that I looked ridiculous letting some young woman like you paw me in public like that. I told her that she wasn't my girlfriend any more. She gave up the right to any say in how I behaved when she left me. And that I would behave any way I wanted with my new much younger girlfriend." Sian hugged Bridget tight.

"Break it up you lovebirds!" The team captain called over to them. "Victory celebration time at the pub! Come on! You can get a room later!" He laughed as he saw them both start.

They broke apart and Sian put her gear back in her bag. As they started walking to her car, Bridget reached over and took her hand. Sian looked over at her. Not meeting her gaze, Bridget just kept walking. Sian nodded and kept going too, only she moved just slightly closer. Neither one of them said anything the entire way back to the car.

The silence continued for a while as they drove to team's favorite pub. Finally Bridget looked over at Sian. "Can we find someplace to talk tonight? Maybe get a table away from the others after a while?" she asked.

"I guess we should," Sian replied. Feeling a little nervous, she reached her hand over and held Bridget's. She felt reassured when Bridget squeezed it. They both were quiet after that.

After parking, they walked side by side to the pub without touching. When they got to the door, Sian reached reflexively for the door and held it open for Bridget. As she followed her in, Sian was more highly aware of Bridget's body than she could ever remember. Her nervousness increased. She was used to Bridget as just a friend. She didn't know how to react to this weird zone they seemed to have entered.

There was only one chair at the table. Even though there was room to fit one more, everyone insisted that Bridget should sit on Sian's lap. While Sian glared at everyone, Bridget was a good sport and agreed that it was only right for her to sit in her "girlfriend's lap." She waited for Sian to sit down and she sat sideways on her lap with one arm around Sian's shoulders. Sian really had no choice but to put her own arm around Bridget's waist. At first, Sian was extremely uncomfortable but slowly she got over it. Certainly the pint of ale that she drank helped. Bridget also helped by not pushing the envelope any further. Despite the urgings of the team to tell them what Sian's prizes were, Bridget would only say that was between her girlfriend and her and was none of their business. Eventually the teasing died away for lack of any reaction.

When everyone's attention was caught up in a story being told at the opposite end of the table, Bridget leaned in close and whispered in Sian's ear. "Let's not eat here, if you don't mind. We can just tell them that I have to get home and then go somewhere more private."

The closeness of Bridget's lips to her ear brought back the slightly excited feeling to Sian and she didn't trust her voice. She simply nodded.

"Thanks. You just say something when you're ready to leave," Bridget whispered again.

Sian felt like leaving right then but she knew that she should hang out with the team for at least a little bit. Despite being anxious, she was able to get into the flow of the conversation. Having been around the team a lot over the last couple of months, Bridget found it easy to participate. She was having a good time when Sian looked at her watch and made a comment about Bridget having work tomorrow. Because of that, they would need to be leaving.

That set off another round of teasing. Some of them acted like they assumed that Sian really needed to go so that she could get her prizes. Others teased Bridget about watching out or Sian would really seduce her.

With a wicked tone in her voice Bridget responded, "From what you've seen, does it look like she would be the one doing the seducing?" Everybody laughed at that. The whole team insisted on coming over and giving her a thank you and hug before they were able to leave.

When they got back into the car, Sian turned to Bridget. "Where would you like to go, Bridge? There are lots of places that are private."

"I was thinking that there is that new upscale Mexican place not too far from your apartment. We were talking about trying it. It would be fun to go there. And when we walked by it, it looked like you have some privacy there too," Bridget replied.

Smiling, Sian agreed and started heading in the direction of her home. Unlike the drive to the pub, they talked about the game and the fun they had at the pub. It felt very natural and before they knew it, they were there.

When they walked into the restaurant, Bridget knew that she had made a good suggestion. The restaurant was mostly empty and the lighting was turned down to provide a romantic atmosphere. After a little prodding, the hostess took them to one of the more secluded tables. Their conversation at start was limited only to what they wanted to eat and drink. Bridget waited patiently until the waitress brought them their beers.

Finally when they were alone and unlikely to be bothered for a while, Bridget started talking. "I think I have made you feel confused, haven't I?"

It took Sian a second but she nodded. "Yes, Bridge. I'm not sure what's going on. It seems like one thing, but that also seems like it can't be. I am not sure what you want and I am afraid of hurting our friendship. I don't know how our friendship became so important to me, but it is."

"It is to me too, Sian. And I don't want to do anything that would get in the way of that." Bridget paused as she thought about her words. "I also know that I care for you a lot, and I wouldn't want to hurt you."

"I care about you too, Bridget," Sian started to say but Bridget to reached out her hand to indicate she wasn't done.

"No. When I say that I care for you, I mean I think I have feelings for you. Or at least, I am starting to." Bridget fell silent for a moment then she said, "I wanted to talk to you about it and see what we do." Then in a very quiet voice, she finished by saying "And to see if maybe you had some too."

Even though Sian knew what Bridget was asking, she couldn't respond to that question right away. She needed to sort things out in her mind but what Bridget said also raised questions. They were questions Sian needed answered. "But Bridge, you're married. Are you saying you're leaving Don? That you're gay?"

Feeling like Sian's last question was the easiest, Bridget started with it. "Am I gay? I don't think so. I think I'm bi. When I was in high school, I had a girlfriend Sian. I was experimenting but it felt good to me. I wish it had gone on longer but my mom found out and freaked out. It caused a huge rift and in the end, I couldn't do it anymore. I bowed to her pressure. But I've also had good straight relationships, so I don't think I am inherently one or the other." She took a sip from her beer before continuing. "But I've been curious. More curious lately. I just haven't had any opportunities; not when I was single. And I haven't been interested in cheating on Don."

Bridget sighed. She was sure that she was messing this up. But the door was opened; she needed to keep going now.

"You asked about Don. He knows I'm curious. I'm not looking to leave him but he has given his okay for me to experiment if I ever find the right person. It isn't that easy for me. I can't do one night stands. I never did. It seems like I would just feel cheap and anything good would be ruined," she continued. "I've never made love with someone that I didn't feel something for. I need that for it to be right."

"So you are saying you want me to be that person? That you would like us to make love so that you know what it is like?" Sian's voice was carefully neutral. She was still trying to work out her own feelings.

"You almost have it, dear Sian. I don't just want to make love with you. I told Don that if I ever do this, I need it to be a relationship where I feel something special. I would want us to date, to court, and to eventually make love if that is where it took us." Bridget spoke with a wistfulness that penetrated through Sian's brain. She got what Bridget was trying to say.

"Damn Bridge, you want my heart. And what do I get? I do care for you, Bridge but you are asking me to give everything to you and you're not offering the same. You say you want this but you don't want to leave him," Sian felt her pitch rise a little bit as she felt the beginnings of anger.




It Didn't Work Out Ch. 03



"Sian, I didn't say that. I didn't say I don't want to leave him. I said I am not looking to leave him. There is a difference. Do you see it?" Bridget desperately hoped that Sian did. Plunging on Bridget tried to make sure that she did. "I said I am looking for a relationship with you and I don't know where it might go. I mean that. I've told Don that too. I warned him. I feel like I can love two people, but I'm not sure that is really true. Maybe it won't be. And maybe it won't be Don who I want. Do you understand now?" Bridget's hand stretched out on the table with her palm up. She hoped that Sian would take it.

Sian heard the combination of pain and hope in Bridget's voice. She hated hearing the pain. She wanted to do what she could to erase it. Tentatively she put out her own hand and placed it lightly on top of Bridget's. She felt Bridget's fingers curling around her hand but her own just lay there for now. She stared at their hands as time stretched out. For over a minute, she stayed like that as she thought. Finally she spoke.

"Bridge, I can't deny that you are very special to me. I do care about you. If you were single and interested, I would do everything to win your heart. But it just seems to me that this has heartbreak written on it; maybe for me; maybe for Don; most certainly for you. And I don't understand Don. Why would he allow this? Doesn't he understand he is risking losing you?"

For the first time, Bridget looked away. This was the hardest part of all. She looked back. "I will never lie to you, Sian. I promise you that. I've promised Don that too. I won't hide anything. I care for you too much to ever do anything else. Don wants to see me with a woman. It's as simple as that. Not as a threesome but as an observer. He is obsessed with it. Once he learned that I was curious, he pushed me to do it. Even when I asked him to leave it alone and warned him that I would have to care for the person, he still pushed me. Even when he knew I would have to go beyond caring to do it, he still wanted it." As she explained, Bridget felt ashamed and more than a bit dirty. She knew how it must sound to Sian. She could only think of one more thing to say. "In the end though, I made the decision. I decided I would be willing to be open to it because I wanted it, if I found the right person; someone I cared about and someone who cared about me."

As she finished, Bridget's fingers loosened their hold on Sian's hand. The two hands just lay there, one on top of the other. "Have I lost even my friendship with Sian?" she wondered. With the thought of that, a wave of sadness passed over her. She wasn't even aware how transparent her face was in reflecting it. But it touched Sian's heart. Despite her uncertainty about what Bridget was suggesting, she couldn't help but respond. Her own fingers grasped Bridget's hand and held it.

"Don's an idiot, Bridge. I'm sorry but it's true. He has a wonderful beautiful wife who loves him and he tells her to go out and find someone else so that he can fulfill a fantasy of watching? Worse, he says it's okay if you have to fall in love with her to do it." Sian's voice no longer held any anger. It conveyed more a sense of disbelief. "He wants this so much he will gamble with your love? He's not just an idiot; he's a fool."

Bridget started slightly. It wasn't that she didn't agree with what Sian had said. But she and Don had always used the word "care" to describe how she needed to feel. Of course, she knew that Sian was right. She wasn't just going to care for her; she would love her. Already she felt like she was falling for Sian. It was part of why she was scared. She felt the beginnings and to lose it now would hurt.

"I told him. I told him he would be playing with fire, but I don't think he really heard me. Even when I agreed to consider it, I wasn't very sure that I would go through with it. I didn't know if I would meet someone who I liked, who would be interested in me. And then into my life came you. Sian, I didn't become friends with you so that I could get to this point with you. You were so wonderful and great to be with that it seemed easy to become your friend. But I won't lie to you either. There was a part of me that did find you attractive and did wonder if you could be the right one." Bridget looked at Sian. Her fingers now clasped Sian's and they were truly holding hands.

"You are my wonderful friend, Sian. I wouldn't want to hurt that for anything. If you say that we can't do this, it's okay. I will just stay as the best friend I possibly can. I hope nothing has changed that," Bridget said. She waited for Sian to say something.

"Bridge, if it was just you ...." she trailed off. Her mind was running fast, trying to figure out her thoughts. "If it was just you, I wouldn't have any doubts. You know how important you are to me. And the last couple of days, you raised some feelings in me that I didn't know I had. So please believe me when I say my hesitation isn't anything about you. It's just that I've never been with someone who was in another relationship. Ignoring the stuff about Don watching, I'm not sure if I could accept knowing that you weren't only mine." She leaned closer to Bridget. "If I fall for you, I will fall hard. I can already tell that."

Sian stopped talking as the waitress approached with their meal. It gave her a few moments to gather her thoughts. The waitress talked with them for a few moments, making sure that they had everything they needed. After that, she left them alone again.

"You don't think I will too, Sian?" Bridget asked. "I can't disagree with you about Don. And I do still love him, but right now I don't care about the risks. I am willing to risk it, if it's you."

The emotion in Bridget's voice was getting to Sian. It was making her realize what she really wanted to do, despite the warning bells going off in her head. Of all her relationships, this would be the first one starting from a place of deep friendship. If she forgot about the complications, it was the one that held the most promise.

"I want to, Bridge," Sian finally said. "But I need to understand what I am getting into if I do. How would this work?"

As soon as Sian said that she wanted to, Bridget felt a wave of relief. "At least she isn't just rejecting me!" she thought. "She wants me too!" She had made herself very vulnerable in revealing her feelings and it was reassuring to hear. If Sian had completely rejected her, it would have crushed her.

"My agreement with Don is fairly simple. He gives me the time to develop the right feelings. He doesn't pressure me and he doesn't get to object if I am gone a lot. I don't hide who I am with or what I am doing. If we do ... things ... before we really fully make love, I will tell him about them. And when we are ready to make love, he gets to be there. Depending on who it was, the other woman could have involved him but I know you never would nor did I really want him to be. And lastly he had the right to ask me to stop at any point before I really cared for the person." Bridget paused as she squeezed Sian's hand. "I told him he lost that right last night. I gave him one last chance, and he didn't want it.

"I know it isn't perfect, Sian. I wish I could just give you all of myself, but I can't. I don't know where this would end. Other than you are right; this is going to end in heartache for me. I think one of you will make me choose, and I don't know what I will do. I've thought about that for months. I'll hurt one of you and I'll hurt myself, but right now, I don't care about that. I am willing to risk that to be with you. Are you willing too, Sian?" Bridget finally put all the cards on the table.

She let Sian sit there in silence. Bridget knew that she was asking a lot. A small part of her wanted Sian to say no and let her go back to her comfortable life with Don where she wasn't risking anything. But now that she actually talked about it with Sian, it was that the much larger part of her wanted this.

Sian took a bite and slowly chewed it as she thought. After swallowing she looked at Bridget. "I guess I have to join Don in the fool category. I can't keep lying to myself. You are the most amazing person that I've met. If you are giving me the chance to win your heart, I have to take it. So I will take that risk, and see if we really have something." Sian got a very serious look on her face. "But Bridge, however this starts, you are right too. I don't know how easy it will be for me to share you. So just know that."

"I do," Bridget said. "Thank you, Sian. I don't know what is going to happen, but thank you for being willing to try!" She felt her eyes well up and she tried to hide it but couldn't.

"Aw, Bridge!" Sian got up and gave her a big hug. Bridget returned it and at the very end, they gave each other a soft brief kiss. Even though they had kissed earlier that night, it felt like their first true kiss to both of them.

When they were both seated, they tackled their food. They had talked long enough that it was starting to get cold. For a short while, they focused on that. But it didn't take too long before they were talking about it again.

"So you are the one with the plan, Bridge. What is next?" Sian said with a smile on her face.

Bridget laughed a little as she said, "God no, Sian! I have no plan. I'm making this up as I go along. I barely figured out how to here. I haven't really thought past this point." She looked shy and Sian thought she looked particularly beautiful at that moment. "I wasn't sure I would," Bridget said almost under her breath.

After thinking for a moment, Sian spoke. "For me, I haven't dated friends very often. Usually the first date or two is about getting to know someone. And maybe then the next two are about figuring out whether or not we like each other. I think we already know each other pretty well and I think we already figured the second thing out." She shifted her hand and their fingers slid in between each other as if to emphasize her point. "So maybe this is the equivalent of our fourth date." She paused as she met Bridget's eyes. "I have this right, don't I? You want us to really date, not just jump into bed."

"Yes, I do. I'm not ready for that yet. I want it to happen when it's right. You are wonderfully sexy, Sian. You don't have to worry about me being attracted to you, but I want it to be something more than just going to bed." Bridget smiled as she spoke.

"Good. I want that too. I could have found a bed partner fairly shortly after Roberta left me. I wasn't looking for that." Sian lifted their hands up with the fingers still entwined. She looked at them. "How can I win your heart, if I don't give you romance?" she asked. Then for the first time since they started talking, Sian smiled in that special way that Bridget thought always lit up her entire face. It always seemed like her happiness just shone when she did it.

It was still fairly early in the evening. After talking about a few options, Bridget suggested that they go to a movie. There was a thriller playing that they had talked about going to see.

"Why not?" Sian said as she chuckled. "I think that at least half of my fourth dates were going to the movies."

They got their check and paid. For now they agreed to split what they spent. It was easier than trying to figure out which of them should pay. Before leaving, Bridget got out her phone and typed in a message to Don. She looked over at Sian who was watching.

"I told you, Sian. I'm not hiding anything from him and I won't from you either," Bridget said. She was calm as she said it but her butterflies were very active in her stomach. "It says, 'Told Sian at dinner. Going on a movie date. Told u last night that it was ur last chance. Tell u about it when get home.'" She hit the send button. After doing that, she switched her phone onto silent. "Anything he wants to say can wait," she said. Then she added, "I'm with you."

Seeing that helped put everything they had talked about into place. It was certainly a mixture of feelings that it brought out in Sian. But mostly there was the warmth caused by hearing the last four words. This time when they walked through the restaurant, they were clearly together.

After the movie, Sian drove Bridget home. They both talked about the movie and what they liked and didn't like. Finally Bridget said, "What I liked best was you having your arm around me and holding my hand. That made the movie for me." She had that same shy face that Sian had thought was so cute.

"I liked that best too, Bridge," Sian said as she reached up and stroked Bridget's face. It was soft and felt so good to Sian. It even got better when Bridget turned to kiss her fingers.

"Sian, would you pull in here please?" Bridget asked as they passed a park that was only a couple of blocks from her house. It was quite dark now and with the cold and now rainy weather, it was abandoned. Sian nodded and turned in to find a parking spot.

"What's up, Bridge?" Sian asked.

"You've been so wonderful about this weird situation. I want to let you know that I really thank you for that. I know some of this is hard for you, and I don't want to make it harder," Bridget said. She took Sian's hand in both of hers and held it. "If you want, we can say our real goodnight here where we have a bit of privacy. At home, I am pretty sure Don is going to be someplace where he can see us. I don't know how much that would bother you. It's your choice, my darling Sian."

At first when Sian leaned forward and softly kissed her, Bridget thought that was the answer. But Sian pulled back and looked at her. "Are you going to tell him what we do?" she asked.

Because of the kiss, Bridget felt like Sian was okay with what she knew Bridget's answer was. It removed any nervousness she might have felt. "Yes, I will. It's our agreement to let me do this."

Bridget was right. In the back of her mind, Sian had been thinking about the whole situation during the movie and the car ride. Unless things didn't go the way she felt they would, Sian was fairly sure she would not be able to help falling in love with Bridget. While she wasn't completely the same as Bridget, Sian had always found it hard to separate making love and being in love. She still wasn't sure this was the wisest thing she had ever done, but she was in it now. And Don's involvement was part of that.

But she wasn't going to play the role that Don was imagining. Sian still couldn't believe that he would push his wife to fall in love with someone else, male or female, so that he could watch them together. Did he really think that once emotions were involved that it wouldn't have consequences? If someone was going to have their heart broken, Sian was determined it wasn't going to be her. Don was her rival now. He might not understand this and she hoped that he wouldn't before it was too late.

It had also crossed her mind that Don's obsession was part of the key. Already Sian could tell that Bridget felt pushed to do something against her will. While a part of her wanted it, the more rational side feared what would happen. Despite her resistance, Don kept pushing and pushing. Each push caused a little fracture in their relationship. "Perhaps the more the fantasy seemed to be coming true," Sian thought, "the harder he would push." And kissing Bridget where he could see would be just the thing to excite him.

Knowing that this could hurt Don was an aspect of this whole thing that distressed her. Sian hated ever hurting anyone. Sian felt sorry that it had to be this way, but he was the one who created it. She only hoped that she could protect Bridget as well.

"We can do it there, Bridge. As you said, you aren't going to hide anything from him. Neither will I," Sian told her.

Bridget nodded at her. She wasn't sure which choice she wanted Sian to pick but she accepted her decision. She had to let go of Sian's hand so that she could back out, but as soon as they were driving she took it again. She was nervous. In some ways, this was the moment of truth more than last night. Before it had all been talk, but now Don was going see what he had done. Would he feel the same when he saw someone else kissing his wife? As much as it might hurt Sian, there was still a part of her that hoped he would be jealous and ask her to stop. That would go a long way to showing he cared about her.

Just before Sian pulled up into Bridget's driveway to park, Bridget leaned over and said in a very clear voice. "Remember Sian, I'm with you. No one else matters at this moment."

As the car became silent, both of them ignored the house. They didn't want to know if Don was watching or from where. They just paid attention to each other. Sian's right arm went up and around Bridget's shoulder and pulled her a little closer. She held Bridget's other hand in hers. For a few moments, they just stared into each other's eyes.

"Thank you for a wonderful night, Bridge. It was unexpected and it was odd, but still wonderful. I always love being with you but now this is a whole new way," Sian said softly.

"This night has been a dream come true for me, my darling Sian," Bridget said in return. "If I am going to fall in love with someone, there is no one else that it could be but you." She stumbled slightly over the word "love." She hadn't used that word before, only the code of "caring for someone." But Sian had said the truth.

Sian slid her hand up into Bridget's hair and pulled her face close. Both of their eyes closed as they cocked their heads slightly in anticipation of the kiss. At first it was a light kiss, lips parting a little but it was gentle. Sian could feel Bridget's breath on her and smell her scent. It was heady and she pressed into the kiss a little harder. Bridget's lips parted more and Sian echoed the movement; then her tongue move out a little, stroking Bridget's lips and then touching her teeth. Sian liked the slightly rough feeling against her tongue. When Bridget sighed, it caused a spike of happiness to run through Sian. Her passion rose and her tongue extended out further, exploring Bridget's mouth. Still it remained a light kiss; neither one of them felt quite ready to let their passions completely out. Bridget put her own hand behind Sian's head and ran her fingers through Sian's hair. After a few more moments, the kiss ended but they stayed close together. Once or twice more, their lips came together again for light little kisses. Finally both of them opened their eyes.

"That was very nice," Bridget whispered. Her hand was still stroking the back of Sian's head.

"Mmmm, yes it was," Sian said in the same way. She gave Bridget one more little kiss. "When can I see you again, Bridge?" she wanted to know.

"When do you want me?" Bridget said with just a hint of coyness in her voice.

The smile on Sian's face made it clear the thought that passed through her mind. Out loud Sian only said, "As soon as possible. Tomorrow?"

"Okay. What do you want to do?" Bridget said as she ran her fingers through Sian's hair. She tilted her head over so that she was resting it against the arm Sian had around her shoulder.

"What's a good date thing to do?" Sian said as she ran options through her mind. "How about we go bowling?

Seeing Sian truly trying to give her the romance she wanted, Bridget leaned over and kissed her again. Then she laughed just a little, "I haven't gone bowling in forever, but that sounds like a great date with you."

There was one last long hug and kiss, and then Bridget regretfully got out of the car. She waved goodbye as Sian pulled out and waited until her car was out of sight before she went inside. She felt a little reluctant to see Don but this was also part of the plan.

As she came into the house, Bridget found him in the kitchen waiting for her. One look at him told her that he was quite excited. He had that look in his eyes. He was behind the island so she couldn't see his crotch but she was fairly certain that there would be a bulge there. She walked over to the other side of the counter and looked at him.




It Didn't Work Out Ch. 03



"God that was hot," Don burst out saying. "I could see you two from the dining room window. You really got into that kiss! Was she touching you, Honey? Did she get you wet?"

Something about how he jumped immediately to sex pissed Bridget off. "Did you ever even listen to me, Don? This isn't about sex. I told you that I had to have feelings for whoever I might meet. We are working on making sure those feelings are right. This was our first real kiss. It was a wonderful moment for me and a perfect ending to our first date. Tonight was our first date. Tomorrow will be our second date." Every time Bridget said date, she emphasized the word to try and drive home what was going on to Don. "I don't know when our third date will be, but it won't be long. And when we get to a comfortable point in our relationship, we will touch."

She started to walk away to go to the bedroom and then she turned. "Did you really think I was that easy; to let someone fondle me on the first date? Oh and per ground rule number six, you saw everything that there is to tell you, so I have nothing more to add. You know what I did tonight; you know who I went with; and you know how far it went." She stalked off.

Don wasn't sure what would happen when Bridget came in, but that wasn't it. He was certain that she would have been excited. He went and sat down on the couch. Mulling it over he thought, "I guess I figured since they were so close, things would have gone faster." On the other hand, he knew she wasn't easy. They had gone out for a while before anything really happened between them. Even kissing hadn't happened until the second date, and that wasn't much more than a peck. "She always loved the romance," he thought. Even in the movies he brought home, she usually found the one that had the most romance in it. The more he thought about it, the more that he came to the conclusion that he had approached it all wrong. "I should have asked her how her date went and treated her more like ..." He wasn't sure of the word he was looking for to describe it. "I guess, like a roommate. And ask her how her first date was."

As much as he wanted to really go into the bathroom and stroke himself while thinking about watching Bridget and Sian in the car, Don instead went into talk to her. She was lying on the bed with her back turned towards the door. He went over and got on the bed next to her. For a few moments he was quiet. Finally he said, "I'm sorry. I wasn't really thinking and I didn't really get it until right now." He put his hand on her side and softly stroked her in a loving way.

Inside Bridget thought, "A day late, Don. You're only now figuring out that I want to have a real relationship with her?" She didn't say anything though.

"What I should have asked was how your date was?" Don said. "Was it what you wanted?"

Bridget rolled onto her back and looked at him. She realized that she misunderstood him. He wasn't worried about her falling in love with Sian. He was just going along with how she wanted to do it. She gave a little sigh. She realized that he would think it was with how he had behaved out there. She was okay with that. In a big way, it just made it easier for her to focus on what was happening with Sian.

"Really, I'm sorry. I should have been more sensitive," Don said.

After thinking for a moment more, Bridget decided she was okay with talking a little more. "It was very nice. We stayed only a little time with the team and then went to dinner together alone to talk." She remembered all of a sudden that Sian had won and felt a spark of pride in her girlfriend. "We won the game too! Sian scored three goals! That means that we are in the finals!" She didn't even notice how she identified herself with the team. It was just natural as was the tone of pride when she talked about Sian's game.

"I was so nervous when I talked to her. And for a while I was worried that she was going to just not only reject the idea of our going out, but I might lose her as a friend. But I told her everything, just like I said I would. I didn't want to mislead her. But once she understood and then decided that she wanted to risk a relationship, even with the downsides, it was great." Bridget's eyes shone as she thought back.

"What do you mean by downsides?" he asked. Sian was getting a chance to make love to a young and beautiful woman. Where was the downside to that?

For a moment, Bridget could only look at him with disbelief. She shook her head slightly as she replied. "You mean besides getting into a relationship with a married woman who can't promise her anything long term? Do you really think she just wants sex? You don't know her; I get that. But you know me and would I be interested in someone like that?" She let out a long exasperated sigh.

"Okay, I get it. I wasn't thinking," Don said. He wasn't sure he agreed with how Bridget was putting it but the last thing he wanted now was another argument. He wanted to hear what happened.

Still looking at him with an irritated expression, Bridget kept silent. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on being on the date with Sian. After a few moments she felt her breathing slowing down and little by little she was able to recapture most of her happy feelings. When she felt right, she opened her eyes and looked at Don again.

"When she finally decided that she was willing to see where this relationship might go, she asked me what was next." Bridget smiled at the memory. "I didn't know. Everything I had went into just getting to that point. So we figured out the next steps together. We had a wonderful dinner where she held my hand. And when we went to the movies, she put her arm around me and I put my head on her shoulder. And then when we came home, you saw what happened. It was like all the time before tonight was combined together as our first date. We know each other and like each other. And when it was time to say goodnight, doing it with a kiss felt right. Just kiss, Don; nothing more. But all of it together made me anxious for the next date! And that is tomorrow night."

Her smile grew as she thought about it and her face glowed. Her eyes had drifted off as she was speaking but now they went back to Don. "We're going bowling," she said with a little laugh. "We are trying to do things you do on the first few dates."

Don did a very good job of hiding his disappointment. He smiled back and told Bridget that it sounded like it was a great night and that tomorrow sounded fun. But he had been hoping that things would move quicker once Bridget told Sian what she wanted. He couldn't wait for the time when he could be with them when they made love. Thinking about that triggered a thought in Don's mind. He wondered if he should ask Bridget about it. He wasn't sure if it was going to piss her off again so he carefully thought out how to ask.

"Honey, I understand better about what you were saying. I mean about the downsides. It must have been weird describing what we have talked about. That couldn't have been easy," Don said. He was completely sincere and sounded like it too. As he thought about it, he realized it was true.

Reaching out, Bridget took his hand and squeezed it. It made her feel a little better to hear him grasp that. "It was. And it is weird, Don. I'm doing it but it still is weird."

"What did she say when you told her about me being okay with you and her, as long as I can be there?" Don asked. In saying it, Don felt a little bit of fear that maybe Bridget hadn't told her that.

Bridget paused as she looked at his face. She sensed what he was feeling. "That was the hardest thing of all to say, Don. By that time we both admitted we like each other but then I had to maybe ruin it by telling her that. She is a lesbian, Don. She has no interest in being with a guy. She doesn't like the idea but if that is what is needed to be with me, she will try. I told you before; I didn't think you would get to be part of it. If we ever get to that point, you will just get to watch. But I could never have gone on without her knowing my deal with you."

"I understand. It's what I agreed to and that is more of my fantasy than I ever thought I would get," he said. He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. After a moment his hand started to move around to her belly and stroke Bridget in a sensual way. As he started to move to kiss her lips, Bridget put her hand on his and held it tight against her.

"I'm sorry, Don, but after that date and my time with Sian, I am just not interested tonight. My mind is full of her and honestly I want it to stay that way. I hope you understand," Bridget said. She sounded firm but at the same time there was some sadness in her voice. "I know you are probably horny, but I would really like it if you go into the other room if you need to do something about it."

Bridget fully expected Don to either be upset or just go out to do his thing. Instead he surprised her by saying, "No, it's alright. I understand. Let's just get ready for bed." And after they had on their pajamas, he held her very gently and didn't do anything to try and change her mind.

Feeling sleep coming over her, Bridget turned to Don and whispered, "Thanks for understanding, Sweetie." She gave him a soft kiss on the cheek and then turned over to fall asleep.

The next night Bridget had a great time with Sian going bowling. It was the first time either one of them had bowled in years so while they weren't very good, they had fun being bad together. When Sian sat down to score, each time Bridget would come and sit in her lap and put her arms around Sian's neck. Other than some small little kisses, they were not very amorous. What she could do in front of the soccer crowd was not quite the same that Bridget felt comfortable doing at a public place like the bowling alley. And once again when Sian dropped her off, they kissed in her car. It went on longer this time and was more passionate. While neither one of them did anything more than kiss and put their arms around each other, Bridget felt much more aroused when she got out of the car that night.

Don was much better when Bridget came in. She knew he had been watching, in part because she had texted him that they were leaving the bowling alley. She had gotten Sian's okay before she did it but Bridget just thought it would make things easier for Don. He might be less keyed up rather than waiting on pins and needles. It seemed to have worked. He was sitting on the couch as she walked in.

Looking over at her, Don asked. "How did your date with Sian go?"

Smiling at him, Bridget came over and sat down beside him. "We had a lot of fun. By the way, we are both terrible bowlers. I think I won two games with 70 and she beat me once with an 82. I never got above 70." Bridget laughed as she remembered. "We ate there. It was okay for bowling alley food."

Don was a little nervous. He didn't want to say the wrong thing again. Finally he said, "How was saying goodbye?" He looked over at her, hoping she would be okay with that.

She smiled again, a little more shyly this time. "That was good too," she said in a soft voice. "It was more than last night." She took his hand and squeezed it.

Don chuckled a little. "I know. You two fogged up the windows and I couldn't see any more.'

"Did we? I didn't notice. I was ... ummm ... distracted," Bridget laughed a little too. She squeezed his hand again. "Then since you couldn't see the end, I should tell you that it wasn't very different at the end than the beginning. We just kissed and we talked. Sometimes we kissed a lot and sometimes we talked a lot. But it was very nice to be with Sian that way." Her voice got a little dreamy as she went on.

"I'm glad you liked it," was all Don said as he squeezed back. That got him a big smile from Bridget.

But then she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek and said, "I just want to let you know that I think I probably won't want to do anything with you after going out with Sian. I'm slowly getting used to the idea of being with her, and taking the next steps. Making love with you is harder when I'm in that mindset. I'm okay if you want to masturbate, and maybe when we move on a little I will even tell you what happened while you do it. And I mean before we go all the way. That will be with you there, of course. But on these nights, I'm getting use to the feeling of being someone who wants to be with another woman."

Don put his arm around her and hugged her. It wasn't in his normal way. It felt more like a supportive friend to Bridget. She smiled and kissed his cheek again.

"I get it," Don said. In his mind, he was thinking how hot that was. She is kind of being a lesbian on those nights! "When are the two of you going out again?" he asked her.

"Well I will see her during my work out tomorrow night and then again on Thursday. We talked about maybe just getting a smoothie after workout tomorrow but I'll be home after that. And I think I will be home Wednesday and Thursday, but she asked me to go out dancing with her on Friday. She is going to pick me up about 8:00 and I don't know when I will be back." Bridget turned her head towards Don. She was going to spend three straight evenings with him so it felt like she was splitting her time fairly even if Sian was getting a lot of the better times. But from what she could tell, Don didn't seem to have any issue with it. He just leaned over and kissed her back on the cheek.

"It sounds like she has picked a date that you will really enjoy. I know you don't get your chances to dance with me. What type of music are you going to have?" Don was thinking back to when they had all gone dancing. He guessed it would be even more exciting this time.

"It's a club so I am guessing it will be something techno or house. Whatever it is, it will be danceable." Bridget's face showed her obvious enthusiasm for Sian's idea. She hadn't had a lot of chances to dance since college; before she started dating Don.

They sat like that together for a few moments longer. Then Bridget patted his hand and got up to head into the bedroom. Don considered whether to follow her or to stay out there. He was hornier tonight than the night before. After watching them make out and then hearing about Bridget's night and plans for Friday, he really wanted a little relief. But at the same time, she was going to be home for the next three nights. Don hoped that they could make love and thought that waiting would make it better for both of them. His head rolled back and he looked up at the ceiling as he thought. Finally he made a little resigned sound and got to his feet. "I'll wait a while longer," he said to himself. It would be worth it.

It ended up being two nights before he really got any time with Bridget. Between working out and then going to get a smoothie after, Bridget didn't get home until 8:00. And Don was still fixing dinner so they talked in the kitchen while he finished. That made for a late dinner, and he was exhausted by the end of it. They snuggled up in bed and watched some TV. It was nice but it wasn't exactly what Don had been wanting.

Wednesday night was a different story. When Don got home, Bridget had almost everything ready for dinner and they were able to sit down without much delay. It felt good to both of them to have a pleasant meal together where they talked about the day. Bridget hadn't seen Sian all day and both of them left the topic completely alone during dinner. It almost felt like a normal dinner before it all started.

After dinner Don was doing the dishes when Bridget came up and leaned against the counter next to him. Before Don got home, she had changed into a pair of tight jeans and a loose fitting top that rode up just a little when she stood like that. A thin ribbon of flat stomach was exposed.

"What do you feel like doing tonight, Sweetie?" Bridget asked. She was trying to make sure that he felt like a priority that night. It was kind of cute the way his cheeks blushed when she asked her question.

"Well, I was kind of hoping that maybe we could go to bed early," he said without meeting her eyes. He felt like he was often on uncertain ground with her, especially related to sex.

Bridget leaned over a little so that her face was closer to his. He looked at her and she gently kissed him. "I think that would be nice too." She kissed him again. "But just us, okay? I don't want to watch any videos or explore any fantasies. I want it to just be the two of us in the bed."

Don quickly agreed even though he had been thinking of watching a video with her first to help excite her. He was glad he hadn't brought it up. She was sexy enough that he didn't really need anything extra. She stayed with him until he finished doing the dishes. Then while he finished cleaning up the kitchen, she went around and closed up the rest of house for the night. They were both ready at about the same time and walked into the bedroom together.

Once they were in there, she took off her blouse and jeans. With just her bra and panties, Bridget got onto the bed to join Don who was also in his underwear. She crawled over and curled up next to him. One leg went over his as she turned so that she could put her head on his chest. She felt his arms go around him and hug her. She lifted her head and looked at him with a smile before lowering it back down so that she could rest her chin on him and still see his face. One hand gently stroked her back.

"How are you doing, Sweetie?" she asked. "Are you still happy with your choices?"

Don thought about Bridget's question and didn't immediately answer. "Yes," he finally said. "Is it exactly how I imagined it? No, but that's to be expected. As you have pointed out, if I had thought about what I know about you, then it's what I should have expected. I was hoping you would be farther along by now, but you have to go at the pace that's right for you. And I still find it very exciting, even with where it is." He was silent a moment. "How about you? How are you doing?"

Bridget was stroking his chest as they talked. Just like Don, she didn't say anything right away. Her eyes were looking at her fingers as she thought. When she spoke, her eyes shifted up to look at him. "I am doing really well. I didn't know what was going to happen when this started but now that I am with Sian, I am glad I'm doing it. We click." Bridget bent her head so that she could plant a soft kiss on Don's chest. She tightened her arms around him. That wasn't everything she thought, but some things she couldn't say to Don. They would hurt him even though they were not necessarily a reflection of him. The truth was that Bridget was happy. She was happier than she had been in a while. New love was like that.

The combination of talking about Sian and Don having waited for days was having an effect. Bridget could feel his cock hardening under her leg. She knew he needed to make love and she was ready to connect that way with him too. At the same time in a little part of her mind that she tried to ignore, there was a feeling of relief that it would distract him from asking any more questions about things she preferred not to confront. She kissed one of his nipples and then licked at it with her tongue. She heard him make a soft noise and knew that it was having the desired effect.

Don was stroking the side of her breast to try and help her match his arousal. It felt good and Bridget felt her excitement build, but much slower. Don's other hand reached up and undid her bra. He went back to running his nails up and down her back. When his hand got to her lower back, he stroked her ass and the tips of his fingers slipped just slightly down into the gap there. Don shift just a little and pressed his leg up against Bridget.

"That feels good, Honey," Don said as Bridget continued to kiss and lick his nipples. Every once in a while she would bite it lightly. That usually provoked a groan out of Don. She could tell by the way that his cock was starting to pulse under his leg that he wanted to fuck her right then. She was nowhere near ready. He had shifted her so that he was able to touch her own nipple. Rather than lightly touching, he had it between his fingers and was switching back and forth between rolling it and tugging on it. It wasn't helping.




It Didn't Work Out Ch. 03



Shifting slightly as if she only wanted to reach out and take his cock in her hand, Bridget moved so that he couldn't touch her nipple any more. She slowly stroked him up and down, being careful not to move too fast or hold him too hard. Bridget could tell that despite how she felt during dinner, it wasn't happening for her tonight. His frustration was too pent up and he wasn't taking the time she needed. She wondered what she should do. On one hand she wanted to try and get him to stop and think about her, but at the same time it would be almost easier to just give him what he wanted.

"He needs it more than I do," Bridget thought. It was what he wanted and she would avoid any chance of hurting his feelings. She wished he was a little more in tune to what she needed to make it really good between them, but there would be other times when he wasn't quite so frustrated.

Once having made the choice, Bridget started to make it happen. She knew that she would never be moist enough on her own. She was only slightly aroused and now that she was just focused on pleasing him, it wouldn't get any better. She moved down his body, taking time to give him a soft kiss every inch or two. As she approached his crotch, her hand continued to stroke him up and down. She held it so that it was ready for her lips. Bridget kissed the tip of it as she collected some saliva in her mouth. She could smell the little dribble that had leaked the tip. And her hand felt how much Don's cock was pulsing; ready for more.

Finally she opened her mouth and the head slipped inside. She was careful not to suck or lick it too hard. She wanted him to cum inside her. It would at least renew that physical contact between them. She slowly sucked him in as far as she could. She could hear him moaning. As her mouth moved up and down, she tried to spread her saliva and get him wet all over. When it felt like it was as much as it was going to be, she closed her lips and slowly slid her mouth up his cock until it popped out of her mouth.

Looking up at Don, Bridget smiled at him and asked, "Ready to fuck me, Don?"

"God yes! I am trying not to cum and if you keep doing that, I won't be able to stop," Don said through heaving breathing.

Swinging her leg over him, Bridget straddled Don. In this position, she had all the control and she needed to direct the pace of him entering her. She slid her pussy and down along his wet cock, and she could feel it transferring some onto her. Don's eyes were closed as his hips moved up and down slowly. Bridget quickly licked her hand and put it between her legs to get herself a little wetter. She didn't want him seeing it. Then she grasped his cock and put it right at her entrance. Slowly she pushed down, letting him enter her just a little.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned. He tried to flex upwards but Bridget lifted her hips so that he couldn't go in further. For a few moments, she just moved up and down just enough to have that much of him going in and out of her. Slowly she could feel a little more wetness. She started to push down more. She was still dry and the first time he went deeper, there was an uncomfortable, almost painful friction. After going down as far as she could bear, she would lift up and then just move in and out at that depth. When that was comfortable she would take more of him. Don made it harder by trying to press in before she was ready. Finally he was fully in her. Bridget paused for a moment and tried to get used to him there. Don wanted to pull back and then thrust in, but she kept pressing down on him. When she finally felt okay, she started to lift up and down to match the pace he wanted.

Bridget leaned down and kissed Don. It was their first kiss that night in bed. Even though Don returned the kiss, he was already past the point of being tender. He was starting to thrust harder into her. Lowering her body closer to his, she whispered in his ear. "Do you want to roll over? You like it better that way, Sweetie."

Nodding, Don slowly rolled her onto her back. He pressed his hips into hers so that he didn't slip out as they changed positions. Once he was on top, he adjusted his hips and started to fuck Bridget faster. He was feeling his excitement beginning to get to the peak.

"That's it," Bridget said. "Fuck me, Don. Fuck my pussy! Your cock feels so good inside me," Bridget kept up a steady stream of dirty talk. She knew that helped him. She was rocking her own hips back and forth, meeting each of his thrusts. She started to make little noises like she usually did when she was close to coming. When she felt his back muscles start to quiver, she knew that he was about to cum.

"Oh god, yes. Don! I'm going to cum! Cum with me," she cried out before starting to thrash against him.

That was all it took for Don to start to cum. Bridget felt his cock jerk and shoot out his sperm deep into her. She continued to moan and hump her hips up against him. "That's it, Don! Cum inside me! Fuck!" She kept it up until he stopped moving and rested heavily against her. His breath was very labored. Bridget gently stroked his back as she rocked her hips just a little bit, feeling his cock slide inside her. It had felt good. It just didn't make her cum. Turning her head, she kissed his cheek while he rested with his head down on her shoulder.

"Feel better, Sweetie?" she asked.

Taking in a couple of deep breaths first, Don nodded. "I needed that. It felt very nice to make love. Did you like it too?"

Bridget slid her hand up his neck and then into his hair. She stroked him there. "Of course. It was very nice." Her hips had stopped but she pressed them up against him, trying to hold him in. It didn't work. She could feel him slowly slipping out. When he popped out completely, she made a little disappointed noise. He looked over at her and they exchanged a smile. Don rolled over to one side so that he was no longer crushing her.

"Thanks," Bridget said in a slightly exaggerated out of breath voice.

"Sorry," Don sheepishly said.

"I'm just kidding, Sweetie. I was fine," Bridget rolled to face him so that it was easier to keep caressing the back of his head.

They talked for a little while as they rested side by side. The touching was nice, especially for Bridget. But before long she started to notice that Don was taking longer between replies. His breath helped to give away that he was starting to drift off. Bridget was a little torn. She had thought that they might make love again. Now that Don was less frustrated, he might take more time to make sure that she was ready.

But at the same time, she was thinking about tomorrow. She hadn't seen Sian today and wouldn't until working out tomorrow night. It felt funny but she knew she missed her even for this one day. They wouldn't have a lot of time, but they took what they got. And maybe when she got home, she would be in the mood to make love with Don again. He would be able to take more time then, she thought.

"Hey," she said. When he didn't react, she lightly tugged on his hair. Don opened his eyes. "Don't fall asleep without brushing your teeth." He rolled onto his back with a light groan. She grinned. "No rest for the wicked," she said as she got up to do her own bedtime ritual. He didn't manage to get out of bed until she was just about ready to get back into it. So by the time he came back, she was almost asleep. When he cuddled up against her, she turned and gave him a sleepy kiss but was asleep almost without any delay. Don wasn't long behind her, feeling very satisfied and happy to have Bridget in his arms.



It Didn't Work Out Ch. 04



This is the fourth of twelve chapters. To really understand it, you should read the previous chapters before reading this one. Once again, I want to thank my editor Terry for his valuable help! I hope you enjoy the story.

Chapter 4

The next night Bridget realized that it was more challenging than she expected to workout at the gym when Sian was there. When they went out, they didn't worry too much about showing their affection for each other. But at the gym, they needed to be more circumspect. While there was no specific policy forbidding trainers from dating members, it wasn't encouraged, especially when they were married. Most of the time it could only be bad for business. So they agreed to try and act as normal as possible there. By now their friendship was well known by the rest of the staff. Sian hoped that they could keep up that image.

At the same time, showing affection was already very natural for them. Bridget found it hard not to walk over and give Sian a hug and a kiss when she first saw her. She took a step towards Sian before she realized what she was starting to do. She changed direction and headed towards the gym, giving Sian a wave and a smile when she glanced over. It wasn't hard to see that Sian had the same conflict. Even when Sian was on a break and came over to talk with Bridget, they found it difficult to avoid showing their feelings. In the end it was easier for them to just wait until after Sian was off.

Rather than going to the place next door, they took their own cars and drove a few blocks away to a local coffee house where they both got a cup of herbal tea. Even there, Sian felt constrained from being too affectionate. They had parked in a relatively secluded place so that they at least were able to give each other a quick kiss goodnight. It was enough for both of them, but just barely.

That night Don and Bridget watched a little television after dinner. Bridget enjoyed being in Don's arms again and after the show they were watching ended, she let him know that she was interested in making love again. It was better for her. Don wasn't in such a hurry and when he did go too fast, she let him know that she wasn't quite ready. With her guidance, he got her very excited before he entered her. It wasn't just better for her but also for him. This time they really did cum together. Bridget's orgasm was satisfying even if not a huge one. Still it helped reassure Bridget about her relationship with Don.

On Friday, Bridget, Sian and Don all had the same problem. They had a hard time focusing on what was happening at that moment. Although ultimately the cause was a common one amongst the three of them, the special distraction was different. Bridget had managed to find time during lunch that week to pick out a new outfit and she kept wondering if Sian would like it. For Sian, it was the thought of being able to dance with and hold Bridget without worrying about what someone else thought. It would be the first time for both of them. Don kept thinking about that touching. How would Sian touch Bridget and would it bring closer the moment when he could see them make love together? He couldn't wait to get home and see how Bridget had dressed for her date.

Traffic was particularly heavy for Don that night. He didn't get home until 7:30, just as Bridget was finishing getting ready. Don went into the bedroom to see her. She smiled over at him from her vanity. He sat down on the bed. She was as gorgeous as he could ever remember her. She had on a short bronze colored dress that was shimmery and almost filmy. It clung to her body in very nice ways. And it was open at her back to show that she was not wearing a bra. Her breasts weren't quite big enough that she had to wear one. She was bent over as she applied her make-up and with how the dress rode up, he could see that she must be wearing a thong since the two globes of her ass were barely visible. Both sleeves were slit so there was lots of skin showing. As she stood up and turned towards him, he saw that the front wasn't low cut, but it showed off her neck and collar. When she bent over to pick up her high heels, he could see down her dress. She stood up enough to be able to put on her heels. They were very high. After she finished putting them on, she modeled for him.

"What do you think?" Bridget said as she finished turning around for him.

"Oh my God, you look hot! Honey, you are so amazingly sexy right now!" Don felt himself getting erect just looking at her.

Bridget got a big smile on her face. "Do you think Sian will like it?" she asked.

"I think you will blow her away with how you look," Don said sincerely. His fantasies were very much in his mind at that moment. "I doubt she will be able to keep her hands off you! I can't wait to see her face."

Hearing Don reminded Bridget that they had talked and decided to ask Sian if she wanted to come inside to pick Bridget up. Expecting Sian to be resistant to the idea, Bridget was surprised when she said it was fine without much discussion. Bridget was a little nervous about seeing her together with Don, but he clearly wanted it. She hoped that Sian was really okay with it too.

She went over and gave Don a little kiss. Bridget laughed when she realized she left some of her lipstick on him. She used her thumb to wipe it off and then went back to repair the damage. She wanted to look flawless for Sian. After finishing that she carefully worked on her hair to make sure it was perfect in the back and her blonde curls were carefully arranged to frame her face. Don got bored watching as she fidgeted with her hair and went out to the kitchen to wait for Sian's arrival. Just when she was satisfied, she heard the doorbell ring. She tried to hurry out just in case there were any problems.

When she got out there, Bridget saw that her worries were for nothing. They seemed to be getting along. The talking stopped as soon as she entered the room. The look on Sian's face was priceless. Her mouth opened but nothing came out. Don had a big smile as he looked between the two. Bridget got a pretty blush in her cheeks as Sian continued to look at her.

Finally Sian found her voice. "Bridge, wow you look amazing! I mean really amazing." She glanced briefly at Don and he seemed pleased by how she reacted to Bridget. His reaction emboldened her a bit. "Don, I want to thank you for sharing Bridge with me. Not just tonight, but you know in general. She is a very special person. "

"She is. I'm glad you two like each other. This has been something Bridget wanted for a while." Don didn't mention how much he wanted it too, nor did Sian bring that up.

"So you don't mind if I treat this like any other date?" Sian asked him?

Shaking his head Don said, "You should." He watched as Sian walked over to his wife. Bridget looked very nervous but Sian seemed to be completely at ease.

"I am glad to see you, Bridge. Thank you for taking the time to get so nicely dressed up for me," Sian told her. She reached up and put her hand on the back of Bridget's neck and pulled her close so that she could kiss Bridget. It was just a short kiss but it was full of passion with Sian pressing her mouth hard against Bridget's. Their tongues slid into each other's mouths and for a few moments, Don didn't exist to them. Even when the kiss ended, neither one of them paid attention to him.

"You look nice too, Sian. I like the outfit!" Bridget's hands were on Sian's hips as she looked up and down at Sian. She had on a tunic that came down below her hips with a pair of leggings on under it. It was a dark blue. A little bit like Bridget's, the sleeves were slit and opened up to show off her muscular arms. To finish it up she had on her boots. It wasn't quite as sexy as Bridget's outfit, but it looked very good on her. She wasn't 24 anymore like Bridget and Sian didn't want to try to pretend.

"Thanks," Sian said as she stepped back. "We should probably get going."

"Let me just get my coat," Bridget said as she went back into the bedroom.

Sian looked over at Don. She noticed a bulge in the front of his pants. Apparently that little display was enough to get him excited. "I will probably have her out late, Don. I know how much she likes to dance and the club doesn't close until 3. Just wanted to let you know in case you were going to wait up," she said. "Do you want her to text you when we are almost home?" She tried not to smile when he blushed.

"I guess not. I probably wouldn't wake up if she did," Don said as he looked towards the bedroom, not wanting to meet her eyes. "I guess she will tell me what there is to tell tomorrow," he said almost to himself.

Sian didn't mind teasing Don a little. She still thought he was an idiot. At the same time, she felt a little bit of a connection to him. Both of them were sharing the affection of the same woman. It wasn't easy. But where he liked it, Sian was bothered by it. Not enough to stop, but she still didn't like the idea that the woman she cared for had someone else. She wondered if Don would ever wake up and start feeling the same way about her.

As Bridget came out with her coat, Sian pushed that unwelcome thought out of her head. Enough of it remained that she put her arm around Bridget as if to emphasize who she was with. At the same time, Bridget turned her phone onto silent and looked at Don. "I'm with her. I will talk to you tomorrow, I guess," she said. "You know who I am with; what we are doing; and when I will be back." Her voice held just a trace of coldness. She wanted to make sure he knew whose responsibility this was by reminding him of the deal.

"I know," Don said. "I hope you have a great date, Bridget, and you too Sian." His sincerity came through. They both said thanks and then walked towards the door.

Suddenly Bridget stopped and walked back over to him. For a second he thought she was going to kiss him goodbye. But instead she slid her wedding ring off. "I'm sorry Don, I don't feel right going out with her on so clearly a date wearing this. Would you keep it safe for me?"

Don nodded and palmed the ring, keeping it tight in his hand. When they went out the door, he went to the window and watched them get into the car. They kissed one more time before they drove off. Don watched as the car turned around the corner and went out of sight. He kept looking out the window lost in his thoughts for a few minutes. Finally he turned and went into the bedroom. He was feeling like watching a particular video. He was pretty sure it would be a least a day or two before he had any chance of making love with Bridget and watching them had made him horny again. Plus he had to put Bridget's ring somewhere safe to wait for her to come back and need it.

The drive into the city didn't take that long. By this time of night traffic wasn't too bad. They were heading into the area of town that had the reputation as being the gay district. It really was more diverse than that, but it was true that there were more gays and lesbians living in that area. And there were quite a number of clubs that catered to mostly gays. Sian had picked out one that was on the more varied side of things. There would be a lot of straights there as well as gays. She wasn't quite sure whether Bridget was quite ready for one of the true lesbian bars. To be honest, Sian wasn't sure she was ready to bring Bridget to one either. Her friends there might scare Bridget. They could be overwhelming.

It was a Friday night and there were a lot of people around. Sian had to drive around for a while before she found a parking spot and that was farther than she wanted. They pulled their coats around them. It hadn't started raining but it was cold and felt damp. It was still only a little more than five minutes before they were there.

Sian smiled when she saw the bouncer outside the club. It was a big bald white guy sitting on a stool next to a space heater under the awning. "Josh! Hey, good to see you!" Sian said as she walked up to him. He grinned back when he saw who it was.

"Sian! Hey baby, nice to see you too! It's been a few months. What have you been doing since the..." Josh trailed off as he caught a glimpse of Bridget. He was quiet for a moment and then looked over at Sian and said in a very serious voice, "Question answered." Then he wiggled his eyebrows. Sian laughed and punched him hard in the arm. He didn't even blink.

"You big goof, it's not like that. This is Bridget. Bridge, this is Josh who is a longtime friend," Sian said as Bridget moved closer and took the hand he was offering.

"Nice to meet you, Josh. And Sian really means it's not like that ... yet. She forgets to say yet," Bridget said with a smile.

"Oh I like her, Sian. She seems perfect to keep someone like you in line," Josh laughed. "Oh but Bridget, I need to check your id. I need to make sure that Sian isn't robbing the cradle ... too much." Sian tried to look offended but Bridget laughed and got out her driver's license. Sian showed hers too and then they told Josh they would see him later.

As soon as the door opened the heavy beat of techno dance music overwhelmed them. They pushed their way past a few people leaving and went in to try and find Sian's friends. It was just a small group of six others but they lived close and were charged with getting there early enough to grab a table. Bridget held onto Sian's hand as they made their way through the crowd. It wasn't packed but it was still fairly full. Finally against the back wall, Sian saw her friends and waved.

Once they were seated, Sian introduced Bridget around. There were two couples. One was Kate and Liesl. They were both about Sian's age. It didn't take too long for Bridget to learn that Kate was a friend of Sian's from back in high school. The other couple was Zach and Hill. They were both massage therapists and Hill had met Sian a number of years ago when she was recovering from a fall skiing. She still saw him at least once a month. The other two women were single and looking, as they made clear. Tempest was a quiet and tiny woman who was very pretty in a pixie-like way whereas Viola was a larger woman. Bridget didn't like stereotyping but she thought to herself that it wasn't too hard to guess she was lesbian. She was surprised at what a lovely voice Viola had. It didn't go with the larger body.

As the newcomer, Bridget faced a barrage of questions. She tried to weather them as best she could. There was already a table full of appetizers so to the extent that she could, she tried to dodge a few of them by eating. Actually she was hungry. She just ate a little snack when she got home and nothing since. Both Sian and Bridget tried to be as honest as possible without letting the complete truth out of the bag. Luckily it wasn't hard to do that.

The waitress came by fairly quickly and they both got a drink. As they drank that, the conversation got easier. By the time they ordered a second one, Bridget felt like old friends with everyone. It was fun getting to learn a little more about other parts of Sian's life. It wasn't always easy to hear. Kate and Sian were talking between themselves when Bridget heard Kate saying something that ended with "bitch!" Looking over, Bridget clearly was wondering what was being said.

Kate noticed Bridget's look and smiled at her. She raised her voice. "I was just reminding Sian that I have been telling her for months to move on from Roberta, aka the Bitch! I'm glad she has found someone as good to her as you seem to be." Bridget smiled back and squeezed Sian's arm and put her head on Sian's shoulder.

Sian said, "Kate is my only friend who never liked Roberta." She was mostly speaking to Bridget but loud enough that everyone was part of the conversation. "She always told me that Roberta didn't make me important enough." There were a few voices of protest from the others. "No, I know that you saw it later and especially when I was struggling after she left. But Kate was the only one from day one who never thought that Roberta was right for me."

"When it comes to my best friend for twenty years, damn right I want the best for her! She is too wonderful to settle for something less. And the Bitch was something less. Although I think that I also was a good enough friend to not let how I feel show," Kate said with certainty. The looks that the others exchanged made Bridget think that maybe Kate wasn't quite as good as she thought.

"Okay now, time to dance. Who is going to watch the table and our stuff first?" Sian wanted to know. Zach and Hill volunteered and the women headed out onto the dance floor. They found a space where they could all fit and started dancing. It varied at times from dancing as a group, in couples and then everyone on their own. The music flowed from one song to another and at different times, Bridget found herself dancing with every one of the group. At some point, Kate and Liesl disappeared and the guys joined them.

As a new song began, Bridget moved over to dance close to Sian. She was swaying to the beat and feeling Sian next to her. She tried to let go and show her feelings for Sian. Her hips moved back and forth. Sian leaned forward and they kissed while both of their bodies still danced on to the music. As it got faster, Bridget began to twirl around. She smiled at Sian as she flashed past her. Just before she got dizzy, she stopped and danced back over to Sian. Her arms went up and around Sian's neck. Her hips pressed against Sian's leg as she stared into Sian's eyes. As the tempo changed again, Bridget tightened her grip around Sian's neck. With a wicked grin, Bridget all of a sudden leapt up and wrapped her legs around Sian's back. They kissed hard. To hold her up, Sian had to cup Bridget's ass. Her hands were on the soft skin of Bridget's cheeks since she was wearing a thong. With her hands slightly hidden by Bridget's dress, Sian squeezed them in time to the music.

Bridget lifted up from the kiss and once again looked into Sian's eyes. "You're a naughty girl," she said loud enough for only Sian to hear. She tightened her legs and pushed herself against Sian.

"I think you're the one who made me have to hold your ass, Bridge. You can't blame me for enjoying it," Sian said with a grin. They kissed again. The music was forgotten and the kiss went on for a while. The entire time, Sian kept on fondling Bridget's bottom.

When the kiss ended, Bridget was feeling the excitement in her growing. "Darling, you are getting me very hot. You are so very good at turning me on," she said quietly as she leaned her forehead against Sian's. She gasped as she felt Sian's fingertips brush the edge of her thong.

"I like turning you on, Bridge. I like making you feel good," Sian said. She noticed that the rest of the group had closed ranks around them so that others couldn't really see what was going on. She nodded at them. For a few moments, she had let herself get carried away and she appreciated her friends' protection. She kissed Bridget one more time and then let her slide down to the ground.

Even on the ground, Bridget kept her arms around Sian's neck. She was very excited and she moved her body against Sian's to the beat of the music. She was rubbing it hard enough that she was pulling her short dress up even higher. Her lips planted little kisses on Sian's neck. Bridget wanted to make Sian as excited as she was. She was doing a good job but Sian wasn't interested in putting on a show. Taking Bridget's chin in her hand, she gently pushed it up so that she could kiss her again. Sian controlled the kiss and let it be loving but not as passionate.

After a few moments of kissing, Sian spoke softly. "Let's go take a break, Bridge. We can let Kate and Liesl get a chance to dance. And my hottie girlfriend can also calm down a little." She smiled as she said it so that Bridget would know she wasn't upset. Bridget nodded and took Sian's hand as they made their way through the crowd. She put her head right by Sian's so that she could talk in her ear.




It Didn't Work Out Ch. 04



"Did I turn you on too, Darling? You had me so hot!" Bridget's lips were brushing against Sian's ear as she talked.

"What do you think, hottie? You turn me on most of the time but tonight you are so sexy," Sian put her arm around Bridget and pulled her close. "And I know how excited you are." She brought the fingers of her other hand up to her nose and sniffed. They were the ones that she had played with Bridget's thong. She could smell the wetness she had found there.

It said something about how excited Bridget was when she didn't blush but instead got a smug smile on her face. She could still feel the wetness in her thong and she liked that Sian knew it was there. "What can I say, Sian. You're very sexy."

When they got back to the table, Kate said that she wasn't quite ready to head back out onto the floor but Liesl decided to find the rest of the group and dance with them. Bridget and Sian had a good time talking with Kate. It was nice for Bridget to learn a little more about Sian. It helped her to also calm down some. Kate finished telling a funny story about a soccer game in high school where Sian scored and then missed when she jumped up to bump mid-air against a teammate. Kate's description of Sian falling on her ass had Bridget laughing so hard she almost cried. Sian gave Kate a dirty look and, trying to muster her dignity, said that she was going to the restroom.

Kate watched as Sian walked towards the back of the club. She shifted her eyes back to Bridget and smiled warmly at her. "I'm glad Sian has found someone. She has been unhappy for a while, even before the breakup. She is like a sister to me and I want her to be happy." She paused for a second, "Do you think you can make her happy, Bridget? Not just tonight, I mean." Her eyes were fixed on Bridget's.

Her intensity made Bridget feel very nervous. She knew that there was a chance that this would end in Sian being very unhappy. But they were both going into it with open eyes. And the last week with Sian felt so good, that she had a hard time imagining it not going well. Still she wanted to be honest with Kate just as much as she was always honest with Sian.

"I hope so, Kate. I care a lot for her. I hope that I never hurt her. We don't know where this is going but we have been honest with each other. If we can keep doing that, then it could be very good." Bridget smiled and looked shy. "I really want to make her happy if I can." For a moment she was quiet, and then she got up and went around the table to hug Kate. "Thank you for caring about her so much, Kate. I'm glad she has friends like you."

The hug took Kate a little by surprise but she recovered and returned it. As Bridget released her, she looked up at her. "I hope you are as good for her as you seem."

"Me too," Bridget replied.

Sian was just coming back to the table as the hug ended. "You try to steal my girlfriend?" she said in a joking way.

Kate laughed and nodded. "Yup! Just propositioned her to come live with Liesl and me. Turned me down though. Looks like she wants to stick with you!" Sian laughed too and stuck her tongue out at Kate who returned the gesture.

Now that Sian was back, Kate decided to join Liesl for some more dancing. They were left alone for the first time since getting there. They moved to the back of the booth and snuggled up together. Bridget loved the feeling of Sian's arm around her shoulder. They talked for a minute or two but then they started kissing. It wasn't like on the dance floor where the passion had overwhelmed them. This time the kisses were slower and more full of who they were feeling. The kisses were long and when they finished, there were multiple little ones. Bridget's hand came up and cupped Sian's face as they kissed. The way that Sian's tongue would slide into her mouth and caress it felt so good that she sighed little happy noises into Sian's mouth. As they ended one kiss and their lips parted, they just looked at each other. Bridget caressed Sian's cheek. Sian turned her face to kiss Bridget's fingers.

"I'm so happy I'm here with you, my darling Sian," Bridget said as she felt Sian's lips touch each finger. "You make me feel special in a way I haven't felt in a long time."

"You are special, Bridge. You were special to me before we started this. You are more special to me than anyone now," Sian said as she moved to kiss her again. This time the kiss was much deeper. It wasn't out of control but they were both putting all the feelings they had into it. Sian felt Bridget's hand slip around her neck and her body press into her. Her mouth invited Bridget's tongue inside. Its explorations were tentative and gentle, not nearly as bold as Sian's tongue. Still Sian loved the little flicks. Her lips closed on Bridget's tongue and sucked it in deeper.

Both of them had their eyes closed and were fully focused on each other so they didn't notice Tempest coming back to the table with a woman about her age. They stopped just short of the table to give Bridget and Sian a little space, expecting them to realize they were there. After two minutes, it was apparent that they might have to wait a while. Tempest finally turned to the other woman. "Wow," she said. "I want to get kissed like that! I hope you can live up to that, Kelly!"

"I've been waiting all my life for a kiss like that so I can't promise anything," Kelly replied. They both started to giggle.

Even with that, it took a few seconds before Sian and Bridget realized they were no longer alone. When they did, they separated with a little start. Bridget smiled a little shyly at Tempest but she felt no embarrassment. The kiss just felt right. Sian glared just a little and muttered something about poor timing. All that did was make Tempest and Kelly laugh more.

"Hon, we gave you time. You were just oblivious to the rest of the world," Tempest said. She introduced Kelly and then with a very innocent look on her face said something about how nice privacy could be.

Sian snorted and looked at Bridget. "I think Tempest is jealous of our kisses and is kicking us out so that she can try," she commented to her. "Let's go dance some more."

"Well that's not quite as fun as what we were doing, but I'm good with that too," Bridget said as she slid out of the booth. Ignoring Tempest, she looked over at Kelly and told her that she hoped the bar hadn't been set too high for her. She winked at Kelly who winked back and replied that she would try her best.

That ended up being the only break they took. Between Tempest and Viola, at least one of them was at the booth to watch their stuff the rest of the night. That left Bridget and Sian free to dance as long as they wanted. They both had so much fun that other than a couple of pauses to go to the bathroom, they danced non-stop. They often danced very close but they never let it get as out of hand as the first time. And their kisses never lasted very long, but there were many of them.

Unlike the beginning where they danced with the group, Sian and Bridget only paid attention to each other. Once when Sian was at the restroom again, another woman tried to come up and start dancing with Bridget. It took a moment before she recognized the attempt but when she did, Bridget just moved over and got on the other side of Kate and Liesl. That effectively cut the other woman off. She moved around and tried one more time, but Bridget moved again. This time Kate and Liesl both formed a wall for Bridget. After waiting around for a short time, the other woman drifted off long before Sian got back. Bridget said thank you and gave each of them a kiss on the cheek. When Sian rejoined them, Bridget put her arms around Sian's neck and danced very close for a while. It was only when she could no longer see the interloper anywhere in sight that any space between her and Sian opened up.

Viola was the first person from the group to leave. She hooked up with a slightly older woman and they decided to go somewhere and get a bite to eat. Zach and Hill were the next to go. The pace set by the group was taxing and they wanted to get to bed "before we are completely worn out," as Hill put it. The remaining five stayed until the club closed. Despite having gone back to the booth several times to make out with different women, Tempest ended up leaving alone. "I'm not that easy! And anyhow I have new cell numbers so I can call the ones I want," she said with a laugh.

"Do you two want to join us at the Denny's up the hill? I think we are going to get a bite there before heading home," Kate asked them after Tempest was gone.

Sian was tempted but she looked over at Bridget and caught her yawning. It was very rare anymore for her to be out this late, and she was pretty worn out. She smiled at Kate. "Thanks but I think I need to get my girlfriend home," she said.

Bridget put her arms around Sian. "I like hearing you say 'my girlfriend,'" she said in a sleepy voice.

"I like it too," Sian said as her own arm went over Bridget's shoulders.

The embrace was interrupted when they all hugged each other goodnight. Sian and Bridget waved goodbye as they headed to the car and the other two walked up the hill towards the restaurant. On the way home, Bridget rested her head on Sian's shoulder.

"Did you have a good time, Bridge?" Sian asked.

Bridget nodded and then replied, "Couldn't you tell?"

Sian bent her head over a little more to rest it against Bridget's. "Of course, but it's nice to hear too. I wanted it to be a good night. And I wanted you to like my friends."

"I do like them. They were a lot of fun to be around. And I'm glad you have such good friends," Bridget replied. "Especially Kate. She really cares a lot for you."

"It's mutual," Sian said smiling. "She and I have been through a lot." Sian didn't say anything for a few moments. Bridget looked up at her and saw that she looked particularly thoughtful. Then Sian continued. "We were each other's first lover. Both of us were not sure of whom we were and we were friends; and it was natural that we experimented together. It was good, but it never turned into anything more. I guess we were too alike, but it sealed our friendship. She has always been there for me and I have always tried to do the same for her. I stood up for her when she married Liesl. I hope someday she will do the same for me," she said before suddenly trailing off.

It was quiet in the car after that. Sian hadn't meant to but she came a little too close to home. Neither one of them were comfortable with thinking about the future.

Still eventually Bridget broke the silence. "When you went to the restroom, she asked me if I would make you happy. I told her I hope so, and that I hope I will never hurt you."

Glancing briefly down at her, Sian said softly, "I hope not either." She pressed her head against Bridget's and was quiet again.

When they got back to Bridget's home, Sian parked in the driveway. The passion of earlier in the evening had completely evaporated. Instead Sian held Bridget close and they just sat there together. Bridget's head rested against Sian's chest as Sian gently stroked her arm. When they kissed, it was soft and slow, never letting passion build back up. But it felt comforting and reassuring to both of them.

After a little while, Bridget pulled away to look at Sian. "My darling Sian, I told Don that once we got to this point, it was no longer his choice whether to end this. But it will always be your choice first. If you ever need to end it ... if this is ever not the right thing for you, just say so. I've asked so much from you, without any promises."

There was no reply right away. Then Sian sighed. "Bridge, it's too late for that for me, I think. I'm not sure I would have the strength. And in any case, does anyone ever promise what will happen at the start? It's always a mutual exploration into undiscovered territory." She brushed her lips against Bridget's and then whispered, "So we'll discover it together." Her embrace of Bridget tightened and she felt Bridget do the same.

"Okay," Bridget said as she buried her face into Sian's neck.

They stayed together like that for a long time. It was only when Sian realized that Bridget was almost asleep, that she moved. "Bridge," she said as she reached up and brushed away the little locks of hair that had fallen over her eyes. "Bridge? Wake up, Baby." She flashed a grin as Bridget's eyes fluttered and then opened. "I love having you sleeping in my arms, but I think I probably need to take you inside so you can go to bed." She loved the little stretch that Bridget made. "Damn, you are adorable Bridge."

She let go completely of Bridget and got out of the car to walk around and open the door. Sian helped her out and put her arm around Bridget's waist and walked her to the door. When she tried it, the door was unlocked. She followed Bridget inside. The lights were all off. Bridget flipped on the light at the foyer.

Looking at her, Bridget could tell that Sian felt uncomfortable being there with Don asleep in the bedroom. It was a familiar feeling. Stepping close, she put one hand up around Sian's neck and pulled her in close for a last kiss. Opening her mouth, she offered it to Sian who quickly took it with her darting tongue. Bridget's other hand when around Sian's back and held her there. Seconds later, she felt Sian's hands grasp her ass and pull them together. She moaned softly into the kiss. Their lips bit at each other as it continued. Finally Sian pulled away. They rested like that while they kissed a couple more small ones.

"I should go," Sian said. "It's very late." She kissed Bridget a final last little kiss and pulled away.

Bridget wished that she had the nerve to ask her to stay. She imagined them just sleeping together in the spare room, but she didn't think Sian would. That would mean waking up to Don being there. A part of her wished that Sian had taken them to her place where they would have privacy, but she wasn't sure she was ready for that either. What a difficult world she had created for herself, she thought.

"I had so much fun tonight, my darling Sian," Bridget said. "Thank you for taking me out. I think my dreams are going to be filled with replaying it." She had taken Sian's hand and was gently swinging it from side to side.

Once again, Sian thought about how adorable and beautiful Bridget was. It was hard for her to leave. She didn't want to make love to Bridget; she just wanted the night to not end. Her fingers squeezed Bridget's. "So did I. I guess we will talk tomorrow?" Her voice rose a little as she asked. They weren't going to see each other, but she couldn't imagine a day when she couldn't talk to her.

"Of course! I will call you when I have some time," Bridget nodded. She knew this was part of the deal that was difficult for Sian. She had to admit it was hard for her too.

"Okay," Sian said as she opened the door. She stepped halfway out and turned back to look over her shoulder. "Bridge, thanks for being my girlfriend. It's not easy, but I'm glad we took this chance." Before Bridget could say anything, Sian was gone. She stood there looking at the closed door. After a long shuddering sigh, she flipped off the light and went to bed.

In the morning, Don was up long before Bridget. She didn't even stir when he got up out of bed. He tried to find things to do, but his curiosity made that hard. Thoughts about what might have happened on their date kept intruding. It wasn't until shortly before 11 that he heard her stirring. He brought in some coffee and a couple of pieces of toast with an egg. When he first came in, he could see that Bridget looked a little embarrassed. "Something must have happened,' he thought and immediately he could feel that he was getting excited under his robe.

While Bridget ate, Don tried to be patient. They talked about what they were going to do that day. Unfortunately some of it was going to be taken up by errands they needed to run. And then in the evening they were going over to friends for a Christmas party. The morning was almost the only time they were going to get to have when they could be alone. It seemed like forever to Don before Bridget finished and he could clear away the dishes.

As he came in, Bridget smiled at him and patted the bed next to her. Once he was there, she gave him a soft kiss. "Thanks for breakfast and I know you want to hear about last night. We've never really gotten to this point, so I guess I'll just tell you about it. We will see how it goes."

Bridget didn't give him every detail of the evening. He wanted to know more about the club than about Sian's friends. The idea of her being in a club for lesbians and gays got him fully erect. He asked questions about what it was like and what other lesbians were doing. It felt strange to her when he asked that. Was that how he thought of her now, as a lesbian? Or was it just when she was with Sian. It triggered odd distracting thoughts of her own that she pushed into the back of her mind. She couldn't deal with them at the moment.

At the start, Don was relatively restrained but as Bridget began to talk about dancing with Sian that changed. His hand went into his robe and she could see his hand slowly moving up and down. She could tell that he wished she was doing it for him, but she couldn't when she was talking about being with Sian like that. She felt guilty about it, but there was nothing she could do to change her feelings. "I'll do more than that when I finish telling him about it," she thought. She figured that he would be very horny by then and ready to make love to her. Bridget wanted it to be exciting for him so she slowed down as she told him about jumping into Sian's arms.

"She was holding me up and my legs were wrapped around her. Sweetie, she had her hands on my ass. I was just wearing a thong." Bridget reached down beside the bed and grabbed her thong that was lying on the ground where she had stripped it off before bed. "This thong," she said as she tossed it onto his stomach.

"Oh, fuck," Don exclaimed. His hand was moving faster now.

"So her fingers were on my bare skin. And she loved to play with my ass. She was squeezing it and rubbing it. It was getting me so hot to have her touch me like that. I pressed myself against her as I kissed her. And the more I did that, the closer Sian's fingers came to my thong. Even though we were in the middle of a crowd, she kept fondling me. Don, she made me very wet," Bridget said. She was talking in a husky voice, trying to convey how excited she had been. Inside she wished she was able to recapture a little of that excitement but telling it was for him. Maybe if she was alone, she would have felt it. As it was, it was just like telling a story. Still she tried to make it good for him.

"My thong was all wet," she continued. "And then she started to touch me right on my thong. Her fingertips were running up and down the edge of it. She had me so excited. If she had wanted to, she could have made me cum right then." Now she could feel Don's body moving next to her. Her eyes were closed as she tried to put herself back in the moment.

"I guess she thought it was too public so when she could tell how close I was, she let me back down on the ground. But I was excited enough that I pressed my pussy against her and I was rubbing it up and down. My skirt was riding up and exposing my thong where it was touching her. She felt so good against me," Bridget said softly.

"Oh, fucking God!" Don gasped. His voice had a hitch in it and Bridget opened her eyes to see his cock spurting out his cum. He was stroking it hard and it shot up and hit him on the chest. "Fuck! Bridget that is so hot!" he panted. His hand kept going up and down as the last bit dribbled out.

Bridget didn't know what to say. She agreed with him about last night. That had been incredibly hot but at this moment she felt cheap. Something about telling him so that he could cum jacking off took away from how good that moment had been. When she sensed that he was going to try and kiss her, she moved away. "I'm sorry Sweetheart, but could you go clean up first?" She tried to say it nice but something of her feelings came through as she said it.




It Didn't Work Out Ch. 04



Don flushed but said he understood. He got up and went to the bathroom for a few minutes. When he came back, Bridget was back in control. When he got back onto the bed, she moved over and curled up in his arms and they kissed.

"What happened then?" Don wanted to know.

"Actually that was the more erotic moment of the night," Bridget said. "We never got so wild again after that. We kissed and danced close, but it was never so sexual. It was just nice being with her, you know?" Her voice was contemplative as she thought back. "Other than that, it was really just another step in our dates. A little opening and more becoming sure about how we feel." She looked up at Don. "I told you that I would share all the stuff that was sexual and I wouldn't share the stuff that was about us."

"I know," Don said. "I just wish there was a little more of the sharing stuff."

Bridget looked at the clock. They still had time to make love. She started to caress his thigh and kiss at his neck. She wasn't really excited at the moment but she felt like she could get there. She rolled more on her side so that she could touch him. She slipped her hand under his robe and began to run it up and down his side. After a few moments, she noticed that he was still completely soft.

"Aren't you interested, Sweetie?" she asked him.

"I'm always interested, you know that. It is more a question whether or not I'm capable. I just came and ..." he trailed off. He looked chagrined and his cheeks went bright red. "When you were out, I was pretty excited so I watched a couple videos. I ... um ... came a few times last night too, between the videos and thinking about you being out with her." He couldn't meet her eyes. "I'm not sure I can get it up right now."

For a moment, Bridget felt a little irritation. Over the last few weeks, she hadn't necessarily desired having sex with him, and now for the first time in a while she did. And he couldn't do it because he had jacked off too many times. Beyond being a little frustrated, she was looking forward to reconnecting with him in this way. She knew that she was getting heavily invested emotionally with Sian and wanted to make sure to balance it with Don. She took a deep breath and slowly let it out.

Then she thought about how difficult this must be for Don. He was left alone while she was out having fun with Sian; her girlfriend. She hadn't promised him anything and she probably couldn't blame him. The reason they started this was to fulfill his fantasy. Beyond that she wasn't excited enough that not doing it would be a letdown. She would have to work at it to get aroused, even if she was pretty sure she could. There was also the clock, ticking down until they didn't have any more time. Overall it wasn't the best time for them to enjoy making love.

Stretching her body, Bridget kissed him on the lips. "I understand. I wish we had time tonight but I probably will be crashing tonight. I was up late! I doubt I will be capable of making love when we get home. And tomorrow, I have to get to the gym in the morning to workout. I'm not going today because dancing last night was a good enough workout but I will feel lousy tomorrow if I don't. And then Sian and I will be spending the day together before the championship, and celebrating their victory after!" Bridget's certainty that her girlfriend's team would win came through in how she said it.

As Don listened, he just felt relief. He had been worried that Bridget was going to be upset that he couldn't make love to her. Her acceptance felt a little bit like getting a reprieve. It wasn't until they were out on the road doing their errands that he realized it probably meant that they wouldn't make love until sometime next week. Even with the errands, they found that they were often splitting up to get more done in the little time they had available. They needed to get some of their Christmas shopping done so they divided the list, agreeing to meet in two hours by the Christmas tree in the center of the mall.

The holidays were always incredibly busy no matter what. As she was standing in another line, Bridget thought that it would be even more so this year. Whatever she did normally seemed like it was going to have to be doubled. Today she was shopping with Don. Tomorrow in between Sian getting off work and the game, the two of them were going to be doing the same thing. There was also a long standing tradition that Sian would host a party. Bridget was nervous but looking forward to being her date for it.

"Thank goodness almost all of my friends are going to be at the party tonight," she thought. "I don't know how I could have found time for another one." At least there was only about a week and a half until Christmas. "Hopefully things will relax after that," she said to herself. Even as she thought that, she remembered that she still needed to figure out Christmas itself. "In a perfect world, I would just split myself so I could spend Christmas with both of them." Then it was her turn and she was forced to focus on getting all of her things rung up and paying for them. After that it was off to the races again to get to the next store. Still despite mostly having to focus on finding what she was looking for, Bridget was able to think about what to do about Christmas. By the time she headed to meet Don, she had a possible plan worked out.

"Hi Sweetie," Bridget said as she gave Don a hug and a kiss when he got there a few minutes after her. They gathered up their bags and started walking out to the parking lot. She waited until the crowds had thinned out a bit. "Don, I've been thinking about Christmas Eve. We usually just do something low key and stay home in front of the fire. Would you mind if I invited Sian to join us and to spend the night with us?"

Don immediately jumped to conclusions. "You mean that would be when the two of you ..." He paused and looked around them. "You know what I mean," he finally said. Even still his excitement was evident in his voice.

"Not necessarily, Sweetie. I'm not saying it wouldn't be, but I just don't know." Bridget waited as they stepped outside and walked towards where their car was parked. "What I mean is you're my husband and I have to have Christmas with you. She's my girlfriend and you're supposed to spend Christmas with your girlfriend. It doesn't seem right to me that she doesn't get to spend it with me. But I'm spending Christmas with you. The only way that she doesn't get left alone is if she stays with us. And while I can't promise you anything, maybe you would get the present you want the most." Bridget looked at him as she stopped talking.

Don didn't answer immediately. More than anything so far, Bridget's concern about not being with Sian on Christmas drove home the idea that she was in a real relationship. Still it was clear to him that he was her priority. "It's not like she didn't tell me this before we started," he thought to himself. As they came up to the car, he popped the trunk and they tried to fit all the bags in it. When the trunk was shut, he looked at Bridget's apprehensive face. He hadn't said anything the entire time and he could tell she was imagining the worst about his reaction.

"Sorry, Honey! I got distracted with putting things away," he said with a smile. "Sian's important to you and you care a lot about her. If you care for her, so do I. Of course she is welcome to be with us. I want both of you to be happy." His smile got bigger when he saw how Bridget's face lit up. "And if the present happens, it will be an extra bonus but it's more important that you can be with both of us," he finished saying.

"Oh thank you, Don!" Bridget said as she gave him a big hug and a kiss. "I haven't talked with her about this yet, but I can call her in the car. I hope she is okay with it too."

They were running a little late so Don started heading straight home so that they could get ready for the party. As he drove, Bridget made the call. It was the first time Don had listened to them talk like that.

"Hi there," Bridget said as Sian obviously answered. Don noticed that her voice changed. It was soft and somewhat sexier. It reminded him a little of how she talked on the phone to him when they were first dating.

"Yeah, just finishing."

"Me too." Bridget glanced over at Don as she spoke but didn't try and hide anything she was saying. He could only hear her side of the conversation so he could only imagine what Sian was saying to her. His imagination filled in the blanks with more suggestive options.

"You know I did." Don glanced over as Bridget said that. The sexy lilt in her voice was especially evident that time.

Bridget was quiet as she listened to whatever Sian was saying. "That sounds good," she finally said. "Listen Sian, what are you doing for Christmas Eve and Day? I know your family isn't around and we haven't talked about it."

"I get that, Darling," Bridget said. Her cheeks blushed just a little as she remembered that Don was right there. She didn't think he had ever heard her call Sian that before. "That's why I'm asking, because I didn't think you would say anything. I know that you feel like you don't have a right to ask me to be with you then."

"It is hard," Bridget said after listening for a few seconds with an emphasis on the "is." She continued, "I want to be with you and I want to be with Don. So the only way I can see this working is if you come over Christmas Eve and you stay with us."

"Yes, I mean stay the night and be with us on Christmas Day," she smiled as she said it. Then the smile slipped a little. Don guessed that she asked the same question that he had.

"I don't know, my darling Sian. Maybe. Would it bother you?" Bridget asked.

After a few moments, Bridget chuckled and again glanced over at Don. "You know he would." She giggled at something else Sian said. "No, you would be the only one who would get to unwrap that present."

"God, you are bad sometimes," Bridget blushed again. "And you are making an assumption. I said maybe." She paused while she listened. When Sian finished talking, she looked at Don and nodded. "I'm so glad, Sian. It will make a wonderful Christmas for me and hopeful for all of us. I wanted you to be part of it and now you can."

They were almost home and Bridget started to wrap up the call. "I would too," she said. "It's only fair though." Bridget turned slightly away from Don as Sian continued to talk. "Tomorrow," she answered.

"Thank you, Sian. You always make me happy. I try to do the same for you," she said before she finished. "Me too. See you in the morning." With that she ended the call.

"I know I keep saying this and you probably think I am weird, but that was hot," Don said. "I have no idea what she was really saying, but it sounded sexy!"

Bridget's blush got deeper and her smile got a little guilty. "Well she was kind of teasing me just a bit," she said. "So you liked it? Let's see." Reaching over, Bridget put her hand between Don's legs. "Hmmmm, where was this earlier? I would have found a use for it."

Even though she didn't mean it be, her words felt like a jab to Don. It reminded him of how he had let her down in the bedroom that morning. He wished they had a little bit more time so that they could try again when they got home. As it was they were going to need to hurry.

Bridget noticed that rather than getting harder from being touched by her, Don's cock was getting softer. "You okay, Sweetie?" she asked, feeling a little concerned.

His smile was sad as he looked over at her. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just wish we had been able to make love," he replied. He looked so depressed that Bridget leaned over to kiss him on the cheek.

"I know. Me too, but we don't need to do that for me to know that you love me, Sweetie. Okay?" Bridget said softly and then kissed his cheek again.

"Well I do love you. I don't tell you enough, I know," he said as he turned into their driveway. That got him one more kiss before he parked. Then together they got out of the car and unloaded it before getting ready to go to the party.

It was a rush but they managed to get ready in time. Don felt better as they walked out the door hand in hand. Bridget looked beautiful and it was the first thing they had done in a while where he really felt like a couple.



It Didn't Work Out Ch. 05



This is the fifth of twelve chapters. To really understand it, you should read the previous chapters before reading this one. Once again, I want to thank my editor Terry for his valuable help! I hope you enjoy the story.

The house was finally ready for Christmas Eve. Bridget looked around and everything seemed just right. She took the 23rd off so that she could get everything done. She still had needed to get some shopping done so she got that out of the way first thing. But then the rest of the day had been consumed with cleaning and decorating the house. The tree was in the living room. She loved that it was a high ceiling so that they could have a very tall tree. This year she had gone only with white lights and no ornaments except for the star at the top. There were trimmings all around to give the house a wonderful evergreen smell.

All of today's preparations were complete. Don had a roaring fire going. The food was either ready to go in to the oven or already in it. The smell of the prime rib roasting was just starting to fill the kitchen. And the table was set and ready for dinner. She arranged it so that she was at the head of table with Don and Sian on either side of her.

As she went into the bedroom to check herself in the mirror, Bridget could feel the butterflies in her stomach get bigger. Although she loved that she would get to spend time with both Don and Sian, she also worried a little about how it would go with all of them together for an extended time. She primped her hair, wanting it to look just right. She had on a pleated dress that came down to her knees. It flared out at the hem. The top was black and the lower part a dark ruby red except for a band of black at the bottom. It had a little hanging ruby red bow at the waistline. She fiddled with it to make sure that it looked right.

Thinking back over the week and a half, Bridget smiled but it didn't help calm her butterflies. She and Sian were doing very well, although with the crush of the holiday it had been harder to see each other. Both she and Don had company Christmas parties that had taken away some of the time. And then there was just the normal shopping and other things. But the days Bridget and Sian were together had been great.

While the weather had been horrible, the championship game itself had been awesome. Both teams were really good and the game was tied with no score at the half. Bridget remembered how different it felt than the previous game. She was no longer pretending to be with Sian. It was the first time that they were open about being together with people who were aware she was married. It felt awkward until one of the guy's girlfriends came up under her umbrella as they were watching.

"You know, a lot of us were wondering how long it was going to be until you two admitted what you felt about each other," she said with a friendly smile. "It's nice to see you both looking happy." Her smile grew a little bigger as Bridget blushed.

"It's all pretty new to me. But thanks," Bridget smiled back even as she felt her cheeks blush. She tentatively reached around and gave her a little hug which was returned. After that a couple of others along the sideline came over and gave her little supportive comments and from then on, she felt as comfortable as usual.

About halfway through the second half, they finally went ahead. Sian knocked a header in off a corner kick. As she ran away from the goal to celebrate, the first place she looked was at Bridget. She flashed a big smile as she saw Bridget jumping up and down, making big splashes in the puddles. That ended up being the only goal of the game. After getting the championship trophy, the team decided to forgo the normal post game dinner. The temperature had dropped and everybody was soaked through to the bone. They just wanted to get home and get warm.

When they got back to Bridget's car, she just started driving to Sian's apartment without even asking. Sian had a blanket wrapped around her and was shivering pretty hard. It wasn't far from her home so it wasn't too long before they got there. She took Sian's keys and led her into the building and up to her apartment. Once there, Bridget took her straight to the bathroom where she started to run a hot bath.

"Sit down," she ordered Sian who obeyed by sitting on the toilet seat. They hadn't even waited for Sian to take off her cleats and so those were the first things to come off. Bridget carefully piled the dirty clothes up in a corner as each one came off. Even though it was the first time that Bridget was seeing Sian getting undressed, she wasn't paying attention to that. She was just taking care of her girlfriend. When Sian was completely naked, the bathtub was just about full and Bridget helped her get into it. Sian made a little whimper as she felt the shock of the hot water on her ice cold body.

While Sian lay back in the water, Bridget went and made her some tea. By the time she got back, Sian felt better. She was a little bashful as Bridget reentered the bathroom. Without thinking one of her hands went over her breasts and the other over her pussy. Even though she felt that odd wave of shyness, she also liked the way that Bridget looked at her. When Sian moved to cover herself, Bridget became more aware of it too. And it was apparent from her grin that she liked what she saw.

"Yum," Bridget said and then laughed as Sian squirmed a little. She got down and knelt by the tub. She carefully put the tea where it couldn't get knocked off. Reaching for the sponge, Bridget dipped it into the water. "I think someone needs a little cleaning," she said in her sexy voice. She put a little body wash on it and then began to gently rub it around Sian's collarbone. The strokes were long and slow. Each time Bridget started again, she moved down a little bit. Sian's eyes were closed but as the sponge began to go over her breasts her lips parted just a little bit.

"You're beautiful, Sian," Bridget told her. "Your face is and your body is." Just as she said it, the sponge touched Sian's nipples. There was a noticeable shiver that went through Sian's body. Bridget kept on moving the sponge back and forth. And she kept going down further over Sian's body. It was always a light touch. It wasn't specifically sensual but it had that effect. As she reached Sian's mound, she had to push away Sian's hand. Now she was a little more direct. Her strokes were longer and circular. Sian bit her lip. Even still, she didn't keep it up for long. She continued down Sian's legs, first one then the other.

When she reached Sian's feet, Sian stirred. She looked over at Bridget. "That felt good, Baby." She reached over and stroked Bridget's face. "If you go any further, I think it will be hard for me. And I'm not sure you're ready for that."

Shifting, Bridget moved so that she could get her face close to Sian's. They kissed very softly for a few moments. When their lips parted, she pressed her forehead lightly against Sian's. "I know. I'm close though, darling Sian. This much seemed right to me." In the back of her mind was the promise to Don that she would not make love without him being there. Once she started something with Sian, she wasn't sure if she would have enough control to stop.

"It's okay. It's enough for now. We have time, Bridge. I'm not going anywhere," said Sian. She pushed Bridget's hair back away from her face and kissed her softly. As the kiss ended, her hand went down Bridget's back. Sian suddenly realized that Bridget was still in her own wet clothes. "Bridge! What are you doing still almost soaking wet?" Her voice was a little angry. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because my darling Bridget, I'm not soaking wet. I'm a little damp and you were shivering to death and I wasn't. I had on a nice coat the whole game that kept me pretty warm. It just got soaked through late in the game. So don't get mad. You needed taking care of more than I did," Bridget said. She brushed her lips against Sian's. "I like taking care of you, my darling Sian."

Unable to maintain her irritation while Bridget was being so loving, Sian still pulled back and insisted that Bridget needed to get out of her wet things too. "I don't want you catching your cold. We have the party next weekend and then Christmas. I've got some clean sweats in my room that would probably fit you and you can grab a shirt."

Bridget knew that Sian was making sense so she stood up. She started to go to Sian's bedroom, but then she stopped and turned around with a smile. Her fingers went to her jeans, undoing the button at the top and unzipping them part way. Her pink polka dot panties were visible. She had Sian's full attention. Lifting up her damp sweatshirt, she pulled it over her head. Underneath it she had on a tank top over her bra. She dropped it on top of the rest of the clothing. Grabbing ahold of the tank top, she slowly pulled it up her body. Bridget could feel it dragging over her bra and her nipples hardened in response.

Sian loved the matching bra that Bridget revealed. She felt her own body respond to the sight of Bridget stripping. Her eyes followed Bridget's hands as they went down to her waistband. Her hips began to move a little from side to side as she slowly worked them down. They were tight enough that her panties wanted to come with them. Bridget paused and looked over at Sian with a sly smile. She raised a finger and waggled it at her. Then she pulled them back up before going back to finishing taking off her jeans. Now she stood in front of Sian just wearing her underwear and socks. Turning around, Bridget bent over pushing her ass out towards Sian. She reached down to take off her sock; her butt wiggling the whole time. Bridget peeked back at Sian with that same smile. Then she turned back around and bent over one more time. This time she held her arms close so that her breasts pushed together so she had more cleavage. Her last sock pulled off and she dropped it in the wet pile.

"Like what you see?" Bridget said in her sexy voice.

Sian laughed a little bit. Her throat felt a little tight. "You know I do, Bridge. You are so unbelievably beautiful," she said.

"So are you, my darling Sian," Bridget said as she swayed forward to lightly kiss Sian one more time.

When Bridget stood up, Sian noticed that there was a wet spot in the center of Bridget's panties. "Oh don't forget about all your wet clothes," Sian said in a joking tone.

Her hand going to touch the spot, Bridget smiled at her. "I won't, but this one I want to keep wearing to remind me of how you turn me on." Swaying her hips as she walked out, Bridget smiled to herself. Both of them were becoming more comfortable with this aspect of their relationship. She liked that Sian was fine with them taking it a step at a time.

The two of them ate the meal that Bridget made and then afterwards they curled up on the couch to watch a movie together. It was their first domestic type of night and Bridget loved it. There was something wonderful about being held in Sian's arms and resting her head on Sian's shoulder. They didn't pay much attention to the movie and instead enjoyed their slow exploration of each other.

While they were in a deep kiss, Bridget felt Sian's hand moving up to touch her breast. She moaned into the kiss as Sian's hand cupped it and slowly moved her hand around in gentle circles. Bridget's hands slid up to hold both sides of Sian's head as she deepened their kiss. Her tongue thrust into Sian's mouth just as Sian's fingers found her nipple. She felt them gently tugging on her nipples

"Yessssss," Bridget hissed through the kiss. Sian's fingers were making her feel so excited that her hips were starting to push up and down. And the kiss was becoming more passionate. It was like they were biting each other. Sian's tongue was thrusting into her mouth in time with her tugs on Bridget's nipples. She wanted more. It was like a shock running between her nipples and up to her mouth. Even with only her nipples, Bridget could feel that she was coming close to cumming. Part of it was what Sian was doing to her but even more it was being with Sian. "Oh God, Sian!" Bridget said when she couldn't stand it anymore. Her hips were bucking hard as she felt her orgasm ripple through her body. It wasn't a big orgasm but her fingers grasped Sian's hair as she cried into Sian's mouth.

Sian held Bridget as she came. Her eyes were open even as Bridget hungrily kissed her. She didn't want to miss a second of it. Her fingers kept pulling on Bridget's nipples, trying to coax the orgasm to last longer. But as she felt the shaking of Bridget's body start to fade, her fingers let go. Reaching, she stroked Bridget's face. The feeling of Bridget clinging to her was at least as good as having given her their first orgasm together. At that moment, it was only the two of them. Don wasn't anywhere in her thoughts, nor was he in Bridget's.

As Bridget slowly recovered she offered to try and do the same for Sian. "No Bridge, I'm fine. I can wait. I didn't plan that but I'm glad it happened." For the rest of the evening, they just cuddled together. When it came time for Bridget to leave, she almost asked if she could stay. If she had work clothes there and her gym stuff, she might have. The thought of sleeping with Sian was a wonderful one; if not tonight then maybe after the party next weekend.

When Sian had finally shut the door behind Bridget, she turned and leaned against it. She closed her eyes. Her thoughts were full of Bridget. Maybe she couldn't say it out loud but Sian knew that she had already lost her heart. All the problems in the situation seemed resolvable at that second.

The next night Bridget told Don all the details about her evening with Sian. Despite how excited it made him, he managed to avoid playing with himself while she was talking. And this time Bridget was more reliving it than retelling it and found herself getting very excited. When Don began to touch her, she told him to just fuck her. She didn't need to get any wetter than she was and she didn't want him disrupting the memory of being with Sian. She kept her eyes closed as he entered her. She kept thinking about Sian as he began to move in and out of her. It wasn't the same as being with Sian but she put her hand on her nipples and tried imitate how Sian had touched her. It helped Bridget keep focused on thinking of Sian.

Don was thinking similar thoughts as he fucked Bridget. This was about lust for both of them. Bridget's story had excited him so that he wasn't sure how long he could last but at that moment he didn't care. His cock sliding deep into Bridget's tight wet pussy felt amazing. She was responding by thrusting herself down on him. It had been a while since she was that excited. He could hear her cries getting sharper and sharper as he slid in and out of her. He was close himself when he felt her pussy start to spasm. He pounded into her harder, wanting to cum at the same time. He felt Bridget peak and then she cried out louder than before. "Oh, Siannnnnn!"

"Oh, fuck," he thought. That was the last straw and he started to shoot his cum deep into her. As he continued to fuck her through his orgasm, he knew his wife was thinking about being with Sian. It made him cum as hard as he could remember. His cock went in and out of her as it slowly got soft and finally popped out. He collapsed on top of her for a few moments before he could lift his body up.

"You were with her in your mind, weren't you Honey?" he said softly.

Bridget looked away. She knew he was right but she didn't want to say. It wasn't just the admission that she was thinking about Sian. It was that the whole time, she had wished it was Sian. She let him kiss her for a few moments before making an excuse that she needed to go to the bathroom. When she came back to bed, she was ready to go to sleep. For once Don picked up on her mood and just went and brushed his teeth before coming back to bed. They cuddled up together and shared a brief kiss before Bridget rolled over and turned off the lights. Don was asleep in minutes. Bridget found it much harder to join him. All her worries from before she started down this path were vivid in her mind.

The party with Sian was the last major event she had before Christmas. She debated about staying over with Sian all week. As she was getting ready for Sian picking her up, she finally made up her mind. "Don?" she called.

He walked into the bedroom. "Wow, you look great!" And she did. She had found a tight sweater dress that was black, grey and white in stripes, with black leggings. They showed off every curve that she had but was tight everywhere else.

"Thanks, Sweetie," she said. "I want to ask you a question. With the ground rules still intact, I would like to stay over tonight with Sian. So no going all the way, but maybe something less than that could happen. Would that bother you?"

"Not at all. I know you two are going to be up late for the party. And if either of you want to drink, you are better off not driving," Don said. As he said it, he had a thought. "If she is willing to sleep over, then Christmas is likely to be very good!"

"As long as you don't mind, Sweetie, then I think I will," she said with a smile. "Do you think you could do me a favor? I'm running behind. Could you pack some nice clothes for me in the morning and something to wear to bed? And my toiletry kit is under the vanity." She turned back to work a little more on her makeup.

Don went to the garage and brought in a small roller cart and carefully picked out some things for Bridget. He found that he had to remind himself it was December. He wanted to pick out skimpy outfits. Instead, he found a pair of jeans that were extremely tight. When she wore them, they almost looked like skin. He found a low cut bra and the matching thong that went with it. He found a long sleeve t-shirt that would really show off her breasts. He hoped that Sian would appreciate the way he dressed her in the morning. He wanted to make sure that Sian would be ready to finally make love to her on Christmas Eve. For bed, he found a black and white chemise with tiny panties. He trusted Bridget to keep to the ground rules but he wanted to make it very hard for Sian. He put the rest of what Bridget would need in the bag and rolled it to the door.

When the doorbell rang, Don went and let Sian in. She was wearing a dark tailored woman's suit, with a white shirt underneath. It was clearly for a woman but gave a hint of masculine too. Obviously Bridget had let her know what colors she was wearing, even if Sian hadn't seen the outfit. She looked nice but Don thought she looked more butch than he ever remembered before. He guessed that was the look she was trying to achieve.

It felt a little more awkward this time compared to the last. They shook hands and exchanged pleasantries. But then there was a lag in the conversation as they waited. Don noticed the bag and grabbed it.

"Bridget was thinking that it might make more sense for her to sleep over rather than you have to drive her home, if you don't mind. Here is her bag with what she will need," he said.

Sian smiled. "I don't mind at all, Don. I'm glad you don't either. I don't mean this to be cruel, so please don't take it that way, but I am very much looking forward to going to sleep with your wife." She took the bag and went out to the car to put it in the back. Once again, she couldn't help think as she did it. "What an idiot." If Bridget was just hers, she would never risk that love.

While Sian was doing that, Don walked back into the bedroom. He went over to give Bridget a kiss but as she looked toward him, he knew what she would say if he tried. It was a little hard to do but he smiled and said simply, "You're with her. I know." Bridget just nodded at him. She heard the door open again and went out to see Sian.




It Didn't Work Out Ch. 05



"You look wonderful, Bridge," Sian said. "I love that dress on you." Bridget came right up to her and they kissed. Their bodies pressed together and Bridget's arms wrapped around Sian's neck while Sian's arms went around her back and down on to her ass. She opened her mouth so that Sian could thrust her tongue into it. Her own greeted Sian's as they twirled about inside Bridget's mouth. When the kiss ended, they only moved their heads apart so they could look into each other eyes. Bridget's fingers played with the short hair at the back of Sian's head. Neither of them gave the slightest notice to Don.

"I like what you are wearing too, my darling Sian. I'm so excited about tonight," Bridget said in her soft sexy voice. It was clear what she was feeling from her smile and her sparkling eyes.

"I'm glad you are going to be there with me, Bridge." Sian kissed her lightly on the lips. "And I am glad that you are spending the night with me." Again she kissed Bridget. "Thank you for sharing this with me."

After a few moments more, they broke apart. Bridget grabbed her coat and they headed towards the door. As she stepped into the doorway, Bridget looked back at Don. "See you tomorrow, Don," she said.

Feeling a little awkward, Don gave them a slight wave. "Have fun, you two."

Even though she was standing in the doorway with the light silhouetting her, Bridget turned and kissed Sian one more time. She plunged her tongue into Sian's mouth. It was a brief passionate kiss. When it ended, she looked at Don. "We will." And then they walked out hand in hand.

The party was at the same time exhilarating and terrifying for Bridget. It felt good to be introduced to Sian's friends as her girlfriend. She was a part of Sian's life and acknowledging it was almost a relief. And they were so obviously new in the relationship that everyone thought it was very cute. Having the entire group from the other night there helped her feel extremely comfortable.

There was also another side to being there openly as Sian's girlfriend. A couple of the trainers from the gym were there. It was the first time that someone who knew her as Don's wife now saw her as Sian's girlfriend. They arrived together and gave Bridget a hug together and whispered in her ear that Sian had warned them and not to worry. "We won't say a thing to anyone. What goes on in your marriage and with Sian is your business. But we are also glad to see her so happy," one of them told her.

It was a little scary to have it out there known in her world. She wasn't quite ready to be public. She didn't want to face some of the questions it would raise; about her; about her feelings for Sian; and about her marriage. She tried to push those thoughts away and just enjoy the party. When she was beside Sian, it seemed easier to do that. For the rest of the party, she tried to avoid the trainers without seeming to. Spending time with Sian's other friends didn't raise the same distractions.

As the evening started to wind down, Bridget and Sian would escort each person to the door and give him or her hugs. Bridget blushed at some of the comments that they made. The consensus seemed to be that Sian was lucky to have such a gorgeous girlfriend and that they seemed right for each other. One woman even said not to forget her when they sent out wedding invitations.

In the end, Kate and Liesl were the last people there. The four of them talked as they cleaned up. Bridget had spent a lot of time with both of them at the party and she liked them more each time they talked. The feeling seemed mutual. Sian smiled as she watched them interacting. They seemed like longtime friends rather than it only being the second time they met. It was important to her that they liked Bridget. She wanted Bridget to be a part of her life and that meant being around them. But that also reminded her that she wasn't the only person in Bridget's life. It made her uncomfortable until Bridget looked over at her and smiled. There was nothing reserved in the smile. All the doubts disappeared in a second. She walked over and gave Bridget a long kiss.

Kate and Liesl exchanged an amused look. Kate knew Sian well enough to know how she felt about Bridget. And both of them were pretty sure that Bridget was falling for Sian as well. They just wondered how long it would be until they both acknowledged it.

Finally when everything was put away and the dishwasher was full, Kate and Liesl said goodnight. Sian was satisfied as she looked around the place. There was very little left to do in the morning. She walked over to Bridget who was leaning against a counter. Putting her hand behind Bridget's head, she gave her a light kiss.

"Did you have a good time, Bridge?" she said as she felt Bridget's arms go around her.

Bridget returned the kiss before answering. "It was so wonderful, Sian. I loved meeting all your friends."

Brushing away the loose strands of hair from her face, Sian smiled. "They all loved you, Bridge; every one of them."

"I'm glad," Bridget replied. She looked a little shy as she said, "I like being your girlfriend and it felt good to say it." She paused for a second. "Sian, I'm your girlfriend." Then she kissed her again. This time there was a little more in the kiss. "This is my girlfriend Sian." Once again, she kissed Sian. Her tongue flicked at Sian's lips. "I'm Sian's girlfriend," she said softly.

"You're amazing, Bridget. You make me feel so happy and so good. Thank you for letting me into your life," Sian said with a deep sigh. "It's late though. We should get to bed." Taking Bridget's hand, she led her to the bedroom.

While Sian went into the bathroom, Bridget opened up her bag. Seeing what Don had packed made her scowl just a little. It wasn't that she didn't want to wear things that made Sian desire her, it was just another instance of Don pushing her. The fact that she was willingly going down the road didn't change her feelings about it. She was doing this at her pace, not his. Shaking her head, she took out the chemise and laid it on the bed. She quickly undressed and found a place for her clothes. Then she put on the chemise and the panties, and then climbed onto the bed. Bridget felt nervous. Even with the bath the other day, this was a new level of intimacy.

When the door opened, Sian came out wearing a t-shirt and panties. Bridget shivered as she looked at Sian. She could feel her desire growing. "You look so good like that, Sian," she said.

"Bridge, I hope you don't think that I can keep my hands off you when you wear something like that. You are so unbelievably beautiful," Sian said.

"No one said you couldn't touch me, my darling Sian. I was actually hoping that there would be some touching going on tonight," Bridget said as she smiled. She slid one leg up so that her white panties could be easily seen.

"You know, you don't need to work hard to seduce me." Sian laughed as she said it. Getting on the bed from the foot of it, she crawled up and over Bridget who laid back and looked up at her. Lowering her head, Sian brushed her lips roughly against Bridget's. As Sian moved her head back for a second, she bit and tugged on Bridget's lips. As she let go with her teeth, she had a feral looking smile on her face as she gazed down.

Reaching up, Bridget put her arms around Sian's neck and pulled her down into a deep kiss. She felt a thrill of excitement run through her whole body as Sian lowered herself down. One of Sian's bare legs straddled Bridget's as she rested on her side alongside Bridget. Sian wasn't touching any real erotic spots but the sliding of their bare skin together was enough to double Bridget's excitement. Her tongue flicked in and out of Sian's mouth as she pushed her body against her lover. It was a hungry passionate kiss where they moved against each other. Sian's free hand was up on Bridget's shoulder but as the kiss went on, it slowly moved down her side. The fingers were spread so they could give Bridget a light caress with Sian's thumb pointing inwards. That took it over Bridget's breast. It was featherlike but Bridget jerked as it ran over her areola.

"Fuck," Bridget hissed as her teeth bit down on Sian's tongue. Then as she released it, she pressed her lips even harder against Sian's. She couldn't believe how good Sian's hand felt as it went down the length of her side. Her pussy skipped moist and was going straight to wet. She pulled away from the kiss and repeated herself. "Fuck! You turn me on so much, Sian!" As she did that, Sian reversed the movement of her hand and started to slide it back up Bridget's body. Unable to control herself, Bridget began to push her hips upward against Sian's leg. It wasn't quite in the right spot and Bridget tried to shift her mound over.

"No, no, no," Sian said softly in a chiding tone and moved her leg so that Bridget couldn't get to it. "I'm not sure that is allowed." She had a slightly mocking smile on her face. Just then her thumb skated over Bridget's breast again. This time it brushed against her nipple. Her grin grew as Bridget whimpered.

Bridget tried to look pitiful at Sian. "Not fair, Sian. You are teasing me." Lifting her head up, she kissed along Sian's neck. In between the kisses, she softly spoke. "You are getting me so hot. The way your thumb ..." Her words ended in a squeal as Sian's fingers grasped her nipple and gently rolled it between them.

"I like teasing you, Bridge," Sian said as she tugged on it a little. Bridget squirmed and bit her lip to try and hold back a moan. "I like knowing that I am doing something that makes you feel good." She added a little roll to the mix. Bridget couldn't stop it this time and let out a long groan. "I like making you do that," Sian smiled before shifting so that she could move her leg in between Bridget's. Very slowly she started to apply pressure against Bridget's mound.

Gasping, Bridget wrapped her arms around Sian and arched her hips up. She began to move her hips in a circle, grinding herself against Sian. Each rotation of her hips stoked her excitement. After a few times, Sian lifted her leg lightly to the sound of whimpers from Bridget. Then as she pressed down again, Bridget moaned out a long sigh and thrust herself against Sian even more frantically than before. Sian kept that up; allowing Bridget to grind her pussy for a few circles and then pulling away. Each time brought Bridget closer to peaking.

Suddenly Bridget paused for a second and then her whole body began to shake. She was thrusting her hips up and down and let loose with a long scream. Sian leaned down to try to kiss her but Bridget was thrashing around too hard. "That's it, Bridge! Let go and enjoy it!" she said instead. "Let your mind go!" She continued to press her leg against Bridget's pussy and felt how it was getting all wet.

"Oh God, oh god, oh god!" Bridget cried as she continued to cum. It felt so good to be with her Sian. She wanted her to know "Oh Sian! Yes! Siannnnnnnn!" she called out. It was slowly starting to fade and Bridget reached up behind Sian's head to pull her down into a deep kiss. Her tongue trusted into Sian's mouth, sliding around to play with Sian's. Moaning into the kiss, Bridget arched her whole body up into Sian's. Her other hand was wrapped around Sian's back, so that she could hold her close. The tremors continued but Sian could feel them fading away. When Bridget's eyes opened, she looked deep into Sian's as her kiss transitioned from passionate to loving. Gradually their bodies fell back onto the bed as Bridget's orgasm finally came to a complete end.

Their lips were passionately pressed against each other while Sian stroked Bridget's face. She kept her eyes open, wanting to see Bridget's lovely face. More than that, it was the adoration that seemed to shine in Bridget's sparkling eyes whenever she opened her own to look at Sian. It filled her with a warmth that she had never known. Even at the best of times with Roberta, she knew there was a little something that was incomplete. It was like a puzzle with one piece missing. With Bridget, every piece was there.

The kiss broke and the two women hugged each other tight. Their bodies were pressed together as they rested their heads on each other's shoulders. Sian closed her eyes. The hug was both reassuring and scary as hell. "My God," she thought. "I'm lost." She couldn't hide from her feelings, as much as she might wish she could. "I'm head over heels in love with her." It frightened her because she realized how impossible it would be to voluntarily give her up. No matter what, Sian was linked to her.

Aware that her weight was pressing down on Bridget, Sian rolled off her and onto her own side. Bridget cuddled up to her. She could see the mix of emotions running over Sian's face. Reaching up, she brushed away the hair that had fallen over Sian's face. "What are you thinking, my darling Sian?" she asked.

Trying to hide the spike of panic that Sian felt, she smiled at Bridget. "I'm just thinking how lucky I am to have you here with me," she said. It was true; it just wasn't the whole truth.

After brushing her lips against Sian's in a light kiss, Bridget looked at her again. Her own feelings were not so different from Sian's; tonight however she too was not ready for the whole truth. "I'm the lucky one, Sian; luckier than I deserve." She left unsaid the harsh reality that she wasn't only Sian's. That was what she meant about not deserving her. Sian deserved someone that would be hers alone. And yet just like Sian, Bridget couldn't imagine not being with her.

Sian started to protest and tell her that she was wrong. Bridget silenced her with another kiss. It was pointless to discuss. Nothing would convince the other that she was wrong. They held each other close as the kiss continued. This time it didn't deepen. Through the kiss, both of them let loose the feelings they were hiding from each other and from themselves. The embrace blended a hug and gentle caresses. Their hands moved up and down each other's bodies. Both Bridget and Sian felt reassured and calmed as they slowly rolled on the bed. First one was on top then the other was. Neither one of them was in control; instead it was a mutual movement that was almost like a dance.

Finally when Bridget was on top of Sian, they both opened their eyes. She raised her hand to stroke Sian's cheek. She traced the strong cheek bones and then down her jawline. Sian's dark eyes watched Bridget but they no longer made Bridget nervous.

"You're so lovely, my darling Sian," Bridget said softly. Sian's eyes darted away as she felt a slight discomfort. She wasn't used to being complemented. "You are," Bridget said with special emphasis. "You also made me feel so very good. Thank you, my Darling."

"I may tease you some, but I wanted you to enjoy it too. It will just get better as we feel comfortable to do more," Sian replied.

"I know it will too." Bridget nodded as she spoke. Turning her head, she lay it down on Sian's chest and listened to the steady beat of her heart. The lateness of the hour was starting to get to her. Sian had continued to stroke her back and it was beginning to put her to sleep. After a few moments, Bridget shook her head and struggled to rouse herself. "I should make you feel just as good, darling Sian," she said in a voice tinged with the beginnings of sleep.

Listening to Bridget made Sian smile. While she might have liked Bridget to make her cum, Bridget was clearly fading. In any case, that had not been what she most wanted out of the evening. It was exactly this. Having the two of them go to bed together and then to fall asleep together was more than enough to satisfy Sian. Despite all the obstacles and strangeness, it gave their relationship a feeling of normalcy that it hadn't had until now.

Running her fingers through Bridget's blonde hair, Sian shook her head. "No, Bridge. It's okay tonight. I just want to hold you as you fall asleep. That will satisfy me. Come on, Babe. Let's get under the covers."

Once that was accomplished, Sian took Bridget into her arms again. It felt so good to have Bridget curled up against her with their legs entwined. They kissed one more time and then Bridget laid her head on Sian's shoulder. In the dim light shed by her clock, Sian could just barely see Bridget's face. She watched it as Bridget's breathing became softer and slower. The steady rhythm of Bridget's breath finally started to get to Sian and her own eyelids began to blink shut. Even when she fell asleep, Sian never moved; keeping Bridget in her arms all night. It was a very deep sleep of contentment for both of them.

It was just as wonderful waking up together. The morning sun slowly lit up the room until Bridget started to stir which in turn woke Sian. As she thought about it later, that was actually the best moment of all since it made Sian feel like they were truly a couple.

"Morning," Bridget whispered.

After a light brush of lips, Sian answered back. "Morning, Baby. Sleep good?"

"The best," Bridget said with a smile.

Sian's smile was almost a mirror of Bridget's. "Me too."

Giving Sian a tight hug, Bridget buried her face against Sian's neck. "I'm glad I'm here with you. It seems so right."

Bridget's words put a huge smile on Sian's face. She didn't say anything back for a second for fear of saying the wrong thing. She didn't want to scare Bridget by telling her how much she wished Bridget was there all the time. Finally she just said, "It is wonderful, Bridge," and then hugged her back. After a few moments more she added, "I hope it is just the first of many times."

Bridget could tell that Sian was feeling a little nervous. There was a sudden tension in her spine that Bridget recognized. Looking into Sian's eyes she spoke softly. "It will be, my darling Sian. I promise." She kissed Sian hard. Her hand crept behind Sian's head so that she could pull her deeper into the kiss. Bridget's tongue was tracing along Sian's lips. When Sian opened her mouth, Bridget plunged it inside. As she explored the now familiar space, she savored the taste that was distinctly Sian's. It gave Bridget a sense of contentment.

Slowly Sian's tension melted away as she felt Bridget's affection coming through the kiss. Intellectually she knew that Bridget wasn't going to walk away from their burgeoning relationship, but deep down Sian still had a nagging fear of being hurt like that. The long and tender attention that Bridget was giving her brought a sense of reassurance that helped to keep the fear at bay.

When they finally ended the kiss, Sian sighed happily and gave Bridget a squeeze. It was a little harder than she planned and Bridget made a little squeak which caused the both to laugh. Sian's laughter only lasted until she noticed the clock. She swore. When Bridget looked at her with surprise, she explained. "I've got to start getting ready to go. I am due at work in an hour. I've got to take a quick shower, dress and eat, and then drop you off before I go to work." She gave Bridget one last little kiss and then got up.

Watching Sian run to bathroom, Bridget took the opportunity to admire how her ass looked when she was just wearing panties. As she heard the shower starting, Bridget contemplated joining Sian but decided against it. She didn't think that she could avoid distracting Sian and they didn't have time for that. "Oh well," she thought. "I guess we will have to wait for the next time to take the next step in love making." It was a little disappointing as she had been looking forward to pleasuring Sian. She pouted for one more minute and then bounced out of bed to pull on her clothes.

As she looked in her bag, Bridget felt a return of that slight sense of irritation with Don. She didn't mind looking good for Sian, but Don always seemed to push the envelope when he could. She stripped off the chemise and panties and started to get dressed. The jeans he picked really were exceptionally tight. It took her jumping up to get them over the swell of her butt. As she put on her bra, she looked at herself critically in the mirror. She was thankful that while they were tight, her taut belly and back didn't show any sign of muffin top. Even when buttoned, the waist band was still a little loose. It just hugged the rest of her lower body. Once she had the top on, Bridget looked at herself again. She had to admit that Sian was probably going to enjoy the effect. She scowled slightly. It didn't help that Don was right. She just wished it had been her own choice, not his. After a moment, she deliberately pushed him out of her mind and went out to make a little breakfast for Sian.




It Didn't Work Out Ch. 05



Sure enough when Sian came out wearing her gym gear, she gave a low whistle. "Wow, Bridge! I knew that I have a very sexy girlfriend, but you look unbelievably hot in that."

Bridget gave a little curtsey as she thanked Sian. "I'm glad you are enjoying it. Don picked it out for you, I think. He wants to make sure you stay enamored with me."

"He doesn't need to worry about that, Bridget. You could be wearing baggy sweats and I would still think you are the most beautiful woman I've met," Sian replied. The truth of what she was saying made Bridget blush. She tried to hide it by putting their breakfast on the table.

Unfortunately they were not able to enjoy the breakfast as much as they would have if they had more time. They ate with an eye on the clock which put a damper on the conversation. When they finished, Sian cleaned up while Bridget packed. When she came out, Bridget went over to Sian and put her arms around Sian's neck.

"Thank you for having me over, my darling Sian," Bridget said before giving Sian another kiss. She smiled as she felt Sian's hands cup her ass. She pushed back a little so that Sian would know that she liked it. With a twinkle in her eye, Bridget spoke again. "I thought I would leave my pj's here for the next time. If you don't mind, would you wash them? I think the panties in particular may have gotten a little messy."

That put a smile of her own on Sian's face. "Happy to, Bridge. I can't wait for the next time," she said. They kissed again. "Bridge? Would you like me to clear out a little space so you could have some things here?" she asked. Sian's voice was a little hesitant. She wasn't sure if this was a step too fast.

Reaching up, Bridget stroked Sian's cheek as her eyes locked on Sian's. Her own voice had a little quiver in it too. "I think so, Sian." Saying it brought a sense of nervousness that Bridget hadn't felt the rest of time. It was indeed a step but one she wanted to take it. Even though she was willing to expose to Don some of her relationship with Sian, Bridget felt the need to have some separate space for it too. Whether or not Don liked it, he was going to have to deal with it, she thought. That realization saddened Bridget a little bit. She had done what Don wanted, but it had inevitable consequences. Bridget couldn't foretell what they would end up being, but it was clear that her bond with Don had altered. It was no longer the center of her life.

When they kissed again, there was a slight bittersweet sense to it. It was more tentative than before and when Sian opened her eyes as it ended, she could see an unshed tear in one of Bridget's. After a moment, she just hugged Bridget and held her. Neither one of them said anything. After a bit, Sian took Bridget's hand and they walked out of her apartment.



It Didn't Work Out Ch. 06



This is the sixth of twelve chapters. This one picks up immediately after the fifth chapter. It would be difficult to follow if you haven't read the previous chapters. Just to be upfront although all the sex in this is lesbian, the overall story is about a triangle and Don is present throughout this one. Once again, I want to thank my editor Terry for his valuable help! I hope you enjoy the story.





As the doorbell rang, Bridget shook herself to come back into the present. She was so glad that it was finally Christmas Eve and she would get the chance to spend it with the two people she cared about the most. With one last look at herself in the mirror, she went out to the foyer. Don was busy in the kitchen getting all the drink options ready. He smiled at her as she passed by. In part, he wanted to give Bridget just a little bit of privacy when she greeted Sian. But he too was anxious about spending Christmas together. He was close to realizing his fantasy, but it was also the first time that he would be spending time with Sian since she became an intimate part of Bridget's life. He knew how he would react when they were doing something erotic but he was less sure of how he would feel when it was more their feelings that were being shown. Maybe he would still find it exciting, but there was a part of him who worried that he might feel jealous. He hoped not. If he reacted poorly, he might ruin his chances to see them together.

Once the door was open, he could hear the happy sound of his wife's voice as Bridget welcomed Sian. There was a richness in it that conveyed her feelings. He stopped moving so that he could hear better, but they were no longer talking. Their voices were replaced by soft sounds that indicated that they were greeting each other in a different way now. Don resisted moving around so that he could see. Despite his wishes, he held to his decision to let them have this moment. It didn't last long at all. The brief quiet was replaced again by happy chatter. Don could hear them approaching.

As they rounded the corner into the kitchen, Don smiled at them. "Merry Christmas, Sian! Thank you for spending Christmas with us!" he said. Moving over to Sian, they exchanged a brief hug that left each of them feeling only slightly awkward. They both moved quickly past it.

"Thanks Don! And a very Merry Christmas to you! Thank you for the invitation. I can't think of another place that I would rather spend it," Sian said with a slight glance at Bridget. Lifting her hand with a bag full of presents, she asked where she could put them. As Bridget led her into the living room to see the tree, Don admired the view of both of them. Sian already had her coat off and had on a nice pants suit that was cut just right on her with black pants and a red top. It showed off her athletic form but had a hint of androgyny. On her own, Sian looked slightly feminine but that mostly went away when walking next to Bridget in her dress. They seemed to complement each other, Don thought as he mixed himself some eggnog with slightly more brandy than he usually used.

When Bridget and Sian came back in, Don took their drink orders. Each one was like his with just a touch more alcohol than normal. He figured they all could use a little extra lubrication to relieve the slight apprehension they all felt. And it helped. It didn't take long before all of them felt more comfortable. Conversation became easier and soon they were laughing and enjoying each other.

Of all of them, Bridget took the longest to relax. When she was with Don, he was used to being her sole focus. The same thing was true for Sian. Bridget felt the need tonight to be balanced in the attention she was paying them. She didn't want either one of them to feel neglected. Slowly over time, she found a rhythm to balancing out her attention between Don and Sian. It wasn't methodically even, but over time if she touched or got close to one then Bridget made an effort to connect with the other. It seemed to work since both Don and Sian seemed to be getting along and happy.

It was a little harder than she expected, Bridget mused. Her time with Sian was usually filled with loving gestures and touches while her life with Don was much more mundane. It wasn't just recently, Bridget realized. The type of routine physical and emotional connections that reinforced a relationship had been slowly disappearing from their lives well before Don had brought up all the fantasies. Now as Bridget tried to balance it out to give Don the same attention as Sian, it felt odd to her and somewhat forced. She tried to push the disturbing thought out of her mind for the night and mostly succeeded.

Even though both Sian and Don offered to help as dinner was getting closer to being ready, Bridget insisted that they let her do it. To fill the time Don asked Sian to help him pick out a wine for dinner and discovered that she shared his taste in big bold reds. While Bridget was finishing up in the kitchen, he showed her what they had and Sian picked out one of his favorite cabernets.

"I love this one," he said. "Even though it was a limited run, I was able to get a really good deal on half a case. We save them for special occasions." His smile was genuine as he looked at her. "I think this is very special occasion and it is nice that you are the one with whom we are sharing it!"

As Sian smiled back, she couldn't help feeling a little twinge. "I wish he wasn't so likeable," she thought. She still thought he was thoughtless and mistaken in risking his relationship, but he was nice and obviously was trying to make Bridget happy. She would feel better in what Bridget and she were doing if he was more of a jerk. She gave a little mental sigh but all she said was, "I'm just glad I can be part of it."

While Bridget finished with the preparations, Don asked Sian about the championship game. Like any good athlete, Sian loved to talk sports. After talking about the game for a bit, they started talking about football and found another common interest. Before they knew it, Bridget was calling them to the table.

As Bridget approached her chair, Don and Sian took one step towards her before freezing. Both of them had the habit in a formal setting of pulling out Bridget's chair for her. Realizing what both of them were planning on doing, Bridget had to stifle a tiny laugh. She didn't want to embarrass them. She took a step toward Don and gave him a kiss on the cheek and then did the same thing to Sian.

"How about you two do it together?" she said with a soft smile. Don and Sian exchanged slightly sheepish smiles of their own before nodding.  Together they pulled out Bridget's chair and then scooted it in as Bridget sat down. "Thank you both," Bridget said in warm tone.

Don poured the wine before joining Sian and Bridget at the table. As he sat down, he said "Everything looks wonderful, Honey. The prime rib is just the right rareness!" Sian immediately agreed.  It seemed that their taste in meat was another common one between them.

Before they started to eat, Bridget raised her glass. "I just want to say thank you to both of you. I know this is, well, odd, but it means so much to me that I can be with you both tonight and tomorrow. It makes me very happy," she said with eyes that were bright with emotion. They all took a sip as she finished.

"Well since we are toasting," Don began. "I would like to just say that having you here, Sian, makes this Christmas even merrier." Looking at Don with a smile, Sian gave him a little nod. They all took another sip of wine.

"Lest you think me rude, I would like to make a little toast too. Actually I would like to make two," Sian said. Holding her glass high, she looked to Don. "I just want to again say thanks to Don. You have let me spend Christmas with Bridget. That's really all the present I need." As she took a drink, Sian shared a look with Don. It was warm and friendly and she felt like he understood how much it meant to her. Then Sian looked over at Bridget. "And to you Bridge, I just want to tell you how wonderful you have made me feel the past few weeks; and how wonderful you make me feel tonight." When Sian drank this time, it was a larger one to emphasize her point. She was pleased to see Bridget doing the same.

As they ate, Don and Sian both paused repeatedly to tell Bridget how good the food was. Once again Bridget proved her talents as a cook. While Don had eaten ample proof of that, this was one of the few times that Bridget had cooked a nice meal for her. On the nights that they got together, they most frequently went out. Sian kept asking her what was in the various dishes. Bridget's cheeks glowed with happiness. She had put in a lot of hours and greatly wanted to impress and please Sian. Don's praise too felt good. Like other aspects of their relationship, her cooking was sometimes unacknowledged. Rather than trying to compete with Sian by praise, instead Bridget just had the feeling that he was appreciating it more after being reminded by Sian. It felt all the more sincere.

When they were finished eating, Don and Sian told Bridget to just relax while they cleaned up. Bridget still followed them into the kitchen and watched them as they worked together. She enjoyed how they joked and interacted. They seemed to have found a companionable coexistence. It made her feel a bit relieved.

After a few minutes, Bridget could see that they would be done shortly. She went to the refrigerator and got out the bottle of champagne that had been chilling there. Taking it into the living room, she opened it there and filled three glasses. Walking over to the Christmas tree, she crouched down and looked under it. It didn't take her long to find the two packages that she wanted. Straightening up, she put them on two chairs and then took a seat on the couch to wait for them.

Don and Sian were laughing when they came into the living room. Don smiled as he saw the presents waiting. He went to the tree and found one of his own. He went to Bridget and gave her a light kiss before handing it to her. Going over to the chairs, he looked first at one of them and then picked up the other one and sat down.

"That one is yours, Sian," Bridget told her. "My family always had a tradition of opening one present on Christmas Eve. Don and I have done the same thing and I wanted to include you this year."

Don nodded and then added, "When we open them, you will know why they did it this way." His grin got bigger as he looked over at Bridget's present.

"You go first, Sian," said Bridget. "It will be a little more of a surprise that way."

They watched as Sian turned her present over and carefully slit the tape with her nails and undid the present. Laughing with delight, she pulled it out from the paper. "It is pajamas!" she said as she continued to laugh. Sian held them up for Don to see. It was a camisole with long pajama bottoms made of a very soft black material with some equally soft white lace. The top would bare her shoulders and her cleavage but otherwise would cover her body. Sian could tell they would be comfortable and not too tight and clingy.

"Thank you, Bridge!" she said as she moved over to give Bridget a kiss that lingered for a few moments.

The two women then turned their attention to Don as he opened his up. He didn't bother with trying to preserve the paper. He just ripped it off as quickly as possible. He laughed harder than Sian when he saw what Bridget had gotten him. "Hugh Hefner pajamas!" he proudly proclaimed as he held up the silk pj's. Both women began laughing too. Bridget was glad that he seemed genuinely pleased with them. She wanted his good mood to continue.

When Bridget started to open her present, she felt a tiny twinge of nervousness. She wasn't sure what Don had picked out for her but she remembered what he had chosen for her night with Sian. She had a strong suspicion that this one would be even racier. She pulled away the paper and looked in at it. She gave Don a little mock glare before pulling it out. It was a semi-transparent red lace babydoll nightie and matching panties. The top tied together at her breast with a big bow and but was otherwise split.

"Nice choice, Don!" Sian said with a chuckle that Don quickly joined. "I am hoping the tradition is that we have to wear these tonight."

"It is," said Bridget with a fake long suffering sigh. In reality, she was excited at the prospect. Before tonight if Don had done this, it would have felt like another push to try and get her to go quicker than she wanted. Tonight was different. It wasn't hard for Bridget to know why. "I've already made the decision," she thought. "This isn't pushing. Don's just helping me please Sian. He wants her to really desire me."

She moved over to Don and gave him a little peck on the lips. "Thank you, Don. It is beautiful. I am glad you got it." Then she turned to Sian and held the top in front of her. "So you like it too, Sian?"

Even though Sian felt a little awkward with Don there, she smiled and nodded. "You will look very beautiful and sexy, Bridge. Of course you always look beautiful and sexy so it will just be a bonus." That put a big smile on Bridget's face and she went over to give Sian a kiss too. Unlike the one with Don, this one was long and drawn out. Bridget sat down in Sian's lap and put her arms around Sian's neck. She still had the nightie in one hand as they kissed.

Don could see how both their tongue and throats moved as they got more and more into the kiss. His cock went from the semi-hardness of most of the evening to full rock hard in seconds. His presence didn't seem to put them off slightly. As the kiss finally ended, Bridget stayed sitting in Sian's lap with her arm over Sian's shoulder and leaning her head against Sian's. Neither Bridget nor Sian looked at Don for a few moments and then Bridget gave him a shy glance.

"You two look good together," Don said. He was a little at a loss for words and couldn't figure out anything else to say. It sounded even lamer after he said it. Neither one of them knew how to react to that. The uncomfortable silence that followed wasn't that long; it just seemed that way.

Finally Bridget stood up and looked at them both. "Why don't we all change into our pajamas and then come back out here. Don, could you please make sure all the blinds are closed?" Reaching out a hand to Sian, Bridget gave a tug to bring Sian to her feet. Each of them held their new nightclothes in their free hand as Bridget led Sian to the guest bathroom. "I thought you might like a private place to change, my darling Sian," she said. "I'd join you but that would spoil the chance for a grand entrance." Bridget giggled as she gave Sian a quick kiss before retreated to her own bathroom.

Even with having to check all the blinds, Don was still the first person back out in the living room. Bridget had locked herself in the master bathroom so he just changed in the bedroom. He went back to the same chair that Bridget put his pajamas. It wasn't too long before Sian came back as well. Instead of going back to the chair, she sat down in the couch next to where Bridget had been. After looking once towards the bedroom, Sian looked coolly at Don for a few seconds before focusing her attention on the shining Christmas tree. Both of them sat there in silence. It wasn't particularly awkward. They both just were waiting on Bridget and words weren't necessary.

After what seemed like much longer than it really was they heard the door to the bedroom opening. Both of their heads swiveled over to look. They had anticipated seeing Bridget in her new nightie but instead she was wearing a white silk robe over it. Little edges of red peeking out from under the robe were proof that she was wearing it. The robe was mid-thigh length and every step showed a little more of her leg. Bridget had taken the time to brush her hair until it was just right and redone her makeup into a somewhat sultrier look. Her eye shadow was darker with more noticeable eye liner and her lipstick had deepened several shades. Neither Sian nor Don could take their eyes off her. She looked very sexy.

It surprised Don just a little bit when she came over to him first. Bridget sat down on his lap and put one arm around him. He did the same thing. Bridget gave him a little kiss on the cheek. She could feel his erection pressing against her hip.

"Merry Christmas, Sweetie," Bridget said very softly to him. "You are going to get your biggest present tonight. I want Sian to make love to me." He made a little sound at the back of his throat that prompted Bridget to smile a little. "Thank you for being patient and letting me do this the only way I could. I love you for that. We have some ground rules for tonight, okay?" She waited until he nodded. "This is between Sian and me. You can watch. You can play with yourself. You can't touch me and you can't touch Sian."

Bridget paused and looked over at Sian for a moment. They exchanged a smile. Then putting her lips right next to his ear Bridget spoke again. "I'm 100% lesbian tonight, Don." He groaned and Bridget felt his cock twitch. "One final rule, you need to be quiet. No talking to us and no talking to yourself. We don't want to know you are there. This is about my lesbian lover making love to her virgin lesbian girlfriend." She felt it twitch again.  "Do you agree to these ground rules or shall we leave you out here?"

Don could tell that these were the only two options that Bridget would allow. It didn't matter. He would have agreed to practically anything. "I agree," he croaked. His throat was very dry. Bridget gave him another kiss on the cheek, patted his knee and then got up.

Walking over to the champagne glasses, Bridget handed them out. She took her own and sat down on the end of the couch away from Sian. Both Don and Sian were a little surprised at that. It soon became apparent why Bridget had done it. As she looked at Sian, Bridget curled one leg under her and then moved her other foot close to her body, raising the knee up. Her white robe slide open to up to the belted waist. The red panties of her nightie were exposed, completely to Sian but only partially to Don who was at an angle to her. Bridget had a very sexy smile on as she lifted her glass to her lips. Sian lifted hers and they drank at the same time.

Don drank when they did but it didn't matter to them. He could tell that neither one was paying the slightest attention to him. Their awareness was only of each other.

As Bridget shifted, the belt of her robe loosened. Each time she moved a little, her robe fell slightly more open. Sian's eyes were flicking up and down as she watched the little red bow in the front of Bridget's nightie slowly become visible. Sian stretched out one of her legs on the couch, her foot touching Bridget as she moved. She loved how Bridget's eyes fluttered closed. When her leg was fully extended, her foot wasn't quite down to Bridget's panties. There was still a little space between them. From the way her body tensed, Bridget clearly expected that Sian would touch her there. When it wasn't forthcoming, her eyes opened to look at Sian. They reflected the lust that Bridget was feeling. She waited a moment longer and then Bridget arched her back enough to inch her hips forward.

"Ahhh," Bridget hissed as she pressed herself against Sian's foot. A little quiver ran down her body. Once she felt Sian against her, Bridget didn't move any further. She sipped her champagne a little more while her eyes stayed locked on Sian's. Even though she knew it was coming, she was startled when Sian flexed her foot. Sian waited until Bridget was taking another sip of champagne and smiled to see a little dribble trickled down Bridget's chin. A tiny drop dangled off her chin for a moment and then fell down onto Bridget's chest.




It Didn't Work Out Ch. 06



Letting her foot remain motionless for a few moments, Sian allowed Bridget to regain her composure. The robe was mostly open now. She could see Bridget's breasts in their red cups and the bare skin of her flat belly where the top split apart. The little drop of champagne reflected the light from the Christmas tree. Sian moistened her lips as she thought about licking it off Bridget. Once again, she flexed her foot so that the heel pressed outward against Bridget. From the rise of Bridget's breasts, Sian could tell that her breath was quickening. This time she curled her toes, dragging them along Bridget's panties. Sian set up a slow steady rhythm of flexing and curling her foot.

At first, Bridget resisted reacting. She tried to focus and just keep sipping from her glass. Each sip became progressively harder. When Sian added a small circle with the ball of her foot, Bridget couldn't help but making a gasp just as she went to drink. This time the dribble was a little bigger. It ran down her chin and fell down onto her chest. She could feel it trickle down her chest to get absorbed into the fabric of her nightie. Sian was slowly moving her foot to the center of Bridget's mound. As she did so, Bridget felt her own hips press forward seemingly without conscious thought on her part. Sian's pace was maddeningly slow and Bridget wanted more. But Sian controlled the pressure by bending her knee so that the touch just teased. Bridget's growing desire and frustration caused her to squirm, trying to apply more pressure against Sian's foot. Every time she wiggled, the robe fell further open. By now it was sliding off one shoulder. It had long ago fallen off her legs. The one that had been raised had slid down so that both legs were spread wide, completely open to Sian.

Admiring Bridget's sexy body as it was slowly exposed, Sian drained her champagne and put the glass down on the coffee table. Bridget couldn't drink hers any more. Every time she tried, Sian would increase the pressure or curl her toes harder. The edge of her nightie was a darker shade showing where it was moist. Looking at that raised Sian's curiosity. She ran her foot up Bridget's thigh, letting her get a glimpse of Bridget's panties. She knew they would be moist, but from the size of the dark patch Sian knew that she must be getting very wet.

As Sian's foot moved away, Bridget whimpered. Teasing made her feel so conflicted. Bridget loved how Sian kept the slow build up going, continually building her excitement. Even when she let up like now, Bridget knew that as soon as Sian started again the level of her excitement would instantly be higher than it was before. The anticipation of what Sian would do next guaranteed that. But at the same time, she hated the withdrawal because the immediate pleasure she was receiving disappeared. She wanted both. Bridget looked down at Sian's foot as it reached her ankle, hoping that it would return to her mound. When it paused there for a moment, she looked up at Sian and noticed what her attention was focused on. Bridget felt her cheeks burn a bright red as she realized just how revealing that was. But the embarrassment passed as she felt Sian's foot to begin to travel back up her leg. "Thank God," Bridget thought. She feared that Sian would find some new way to tease her.

Trying to make no noise, Don watched the interplay between his wife and her lover. His hand was in his lap, fingers slowly rubbing his cock through his pajamas. It was just a light touch, almost a nervous gesture. He couldn't remember the last time his wife was in such a state of heat. Her hips were moving back and forth even without Sian's foot pressing against her. Her nipples were poking out, clearly visible under her new nightie. Her chest was rapidly rising and falling. When Sian began to return her leg, he saw Bridget bite her lip and lean her head back. It was clear that Sian knew how to play Bridget just right. It was every bit as exciting has he had hoped. Circling his fingers around his cock, Don squeezed.

When Sian's foot got back, she placed her foot right over Bridget's mound and stretched her leg out; provoking a long moan from Bridget. Then Bridget felt Sian slowly moving her foot upward so that the heel was directly over her clit. She moaned again as Sian rotated her heel. She wasn't pressing hard but it was in exactly the right spot. After a couple of circles, she lifted her heel and slid her foot down. The firm press of her heel was replaced by the light touch from Sian's arch and then the broad pressure of the ball. Sian didn't stop. She dragged her toes over Bridget's pussy. Bridget was so sensitive by now that she separately felt each toe.  Sian's big toe caught on the top of her panties and pulled them lower, exposing the narrow strip of hair that Bridget left on her pussy. As her toes passed over her pussy, Sian pushed them under Bridget. The top of her foot pressed against Bridget while her toes lifted. Sian felt how her big toe was pushing up into the beginnings of Bridget's ass crack.

Drawing in a deep breath, Bridget pushed her hips forward against Sian's foot. It felt so good that she couldn't help but doing it again, and then again. Every time that she did it, she felt a surge of bliss run through her body. Soon she was rocking herself back and forth. Sian was flexing her foot in time with her thrusts. Bridget reached down and grasped Sian's ankle and began to pull it against her. Each thrust was accompanied by a little grunt. They started coming faster and increasing in volume.

Just as Bridget started to feel little tingles signal the approach of an orgasm, Sian pulled her foot away. Bridget tried to hold it against her, sliding her hips down, but Sian was too strong. Bridget almost cried when it finally left her completely. She whimpered, "You like tormenting me! No fair! You had me getting so close."

Sian reached out a hand and after a second Bridget took it. She tugged lightly and Bridget moved over to lie on top of her. Her hips were still moving, searching for something to rub against her horny pussy. Sian was careful to not give her anything firm. She stroked Bridget's neck as she lightly kissed her.

"I am a tease. You already know that, Bridge. You know that I am going to drag things out so that you are begging for release." Sian was whispering in Bridget's ear. Don could hear her words, although just barely. "You love it and you hate it, don't you?" she asked. Her hand continued to lightly run down Bridget's back in a gentle stroke. "You love how excited it makes you even as you hate being made to wait. But you will love how powerfully you cum, won't you?"

The soft but sexy tone of Sian's voice had as much as an effect upon Bridget as anything. She had such a rich suggestive voice that it seemed to drip with sensuality. And Bridget knew she was right, as much as she hated to admit it. "Yes, my darling Sian," Bridget answered her at last. "You will make me cum so hard." Lifting her head, Bridget sought out Sian's lips. The kiss was filled with passion as she opened her mouth wide to let Sian's tongue enter. Closing her mouth around it, she sucked hard on it as her own tongue caressed it. Sian slowly slipped her tongue in and out of Bridget's mouth. Then when Bridget's mouth opened wide again, their kiss became more active with their heads moving around.  Sian's arm came back up to wrap around Bridget's neck and pull her into the kiss. Bridget moaned as she felt her excitement growing stronger again.

When Sian pulled away from the kiss, Bridget tried to follow her lips but she couldn't reach them. Once again she made little mutters of frustration. Her body was undulating against Sian.

"Not yet, Baby," Sian said. "I'm not teasing you right now. I just think it is time to go into the bedroom where we can be more comfortable." She pressed her soft lips against Bridget's again as she looked into Bridget's eyes. After a fleeting kiss Bridget lifted her lips and nodded. Sian was right.

Bridget sat up and watched as Sian stood up. Moving around in front of Bridget, Sian slipped her arms under Bridget and lifted her up. Bridget's arms went reflexively around Sian's neck. She could feel Sian's hard muscles tense from carrying her.  She admired how strong Sian was. As Sian began walking to the bedroom, Bridget nuzzled her neck and giving it soft kisses.

Waiting just a moment so that he didn't disturb them, Don watched Sian carry his wife to their bedroom. Even though he knew that Sian was an athlete and worked at a gym, he was surprised she could carry Bridget. She wasn't big but still he wasn't sure he could still do it, at least not with the ease that Sian seemed to be carrying her. Once they were at the door, Don got up. He flipped off the lights as he followed them into the bedroom.

The room was only dimly lit so Don had to carefully make his way over to the chair in the corner. He didn't want to distract Sian and Bridget. As he sat down, he saw Bridget's robe lying at the foot of the bed. Sian was lying against some cushions leaning against the headboard with Bridget straddling her legs. She was slightly raised so that Don could see her red panties stretched across her ass. After a few seconds, Don realized that she was following some instructions from Sian.

"Now cup your breasts for me, Baby," Sian was instructing her. Bridget immediately obeyed and both hands clasped her breasts. She felt the soft fabric of her nightie rubbing against them. She slowly massaged them as she held them like an offering for Sian. Bridget wanted to turn Sian on as much as she was. From how Sian's nipples were poking out against her top, Bridget could tell she was having an effect. She licked her lips as her eyes met Sian's.

Sian loved how Bridget was looking at her. She was such a sexy woman. "Now your nipples, Bridge; tug on them," Sian told her. As soon as Bridget touched her nipple, Sian saw her eyes roll upward for a second. She smiled and then began to slide one foot upwards so that her shin started to press against Bridget's pussy.

"Oh, Sian," Bridget sighed as she felt the pressure gently build against her pussy. Her fingers tightened and pulled a little harder on her nipples. Arching her back, she pushed downwards. That forced a soft moan out of her.

Leaning forward Sian took one of the ties for Bridget's bow. Pulling on it, the bow gradually came undone. Once undone Bridget's nightie gapped open to completely expose her breasts. Bridget shrugged one shoulder and then another, inching her nightie off. After several efforts, it fell down onto the bed. Sian licked her lips looking at Bridget's beautiful body.

"You are so gorgeous, Bridge," she said. She felt Bridget rocking against her leg. It was getting faster. "Does that feel good, Baby?"

"Yes," Bridget hissed.  Her fingers were back touching her breasts, feeling the difference when it was just her bare skin. That tingling feeling was back. "Oh, God ... Sian, I'm getting so excited."

"Come here, Baby," Sian told her. Bridget moved closer and the two of them exchanged a brief kiss. Sian pulled off her top and then she started to gradually slide down. She nibbled on Bridget' neck as she went lower. Each little bite was a tug on Bridget's skin. Sian moved so that she had could kiss Bridget's throat. At the bottom, she flicked her tongue into the notch there. She loved how Bridget gave a little shudder the second that her tongue touched it. Pressing her lips over it, Sian gave it a little suck with another flick at the end. This time Bridget moaned.

Sian continued to slide down further. Taking Bridget's breast in her hand, she gently squeezed it so that the nipple was pushed out. Opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue, she brought her head close to it without touching. She could tell by the way Bridget's body quivered in anticipation that she was looking down. Holding it just out of reach over her tongue, she felt Bridget try to push her chest forward. She used her strength to deny Bridget's effort. It wasn't until Bridget stopped trying that Sian let the tip of her tongue skim over Bridget's nipple. Bridget gasped and then shuddered again as Sian circled her tongue around her hard nipple. This time when she pressed her chest forward, Sian allowed it. Opening wider, Sian began to gently suck Bridget's breast into her mouth. Her tongue stroked around and around. It felt so good that Bridget couldn't tell how long it lasted. When Sian finally began to pull her mouth back, she sucked harder; pulling and elongating Bridget's breast.

"Oh my God," Bridget said in a shaky voice. Her hands were behind Sian's head with her fingers tangled in her short hair. She felt Sian's mouth repeating the caress on her other breast. "Oh, fuck," she exclaimed when Sian's talented tongue stroked her nipple as it was held in Sian's warm mouth. It felt like she was being jolted by little electrical shocks. This time when Sian pulled away, she added a little nip at Bridget's hard nipple. "Fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... Sian," Bridget babbled.

Continuing to travel down Bridget's body, Sian caressed Bridget's firm torso with her lips. Flicking her tongue in and out of Bridget's belly button forced another long moan out of her. Pausing only for a few moments to follow up the lick with a kiss, Sian slid further down as she left kisses on her path down Bridget's flat belly. Now she could smell Bridget. Her pussy was dripping wet. Sian could feel where her body had brushed against it. There was a trail of moisture from the juices just dripping off her pussy. Her mouth watered as she thought about tasting Bridget.

Shifting her shoulders from one side to the other, Sian moved her head down until she was looking up at Bridget's pussy. Looking up at it, Sian could see that her lips were all swollen and pink. As she took it all in, Sian felt a drip fall down onto her chin and she licked it off. Bridget tasted so good. She had a sweetness in her pussy juice. Sian raised her head and flicked her tongue along Bridget's slit. She ran it upwards in an unhurried swipe. When she passed over the clit, Sian could feel it barely peeking out from between Bridget's pussy lips.

"Sian! That feels so good!" Bridget gasped out. Her hips lowered so that she could get more of that tantalizing touch. As Sian once again ran her tongue upward, Bridget rotated her hips down so that it felt faster. Bridget brought her hands up to her breasts and cupped them, thumbs pinching her nipples against the rest of her hand. The pleasure running through her body made her arch her back for a moment before leaning forward to try and lick at her nipples. Her tongue just barely reached them. When Sian's tongue parted her pussy lips, Bridget let out a little cry that increased in pitch the longer it went on.

The reactions she was causing in Bridget were exactly what Sian hoped. The teasing from earlier set the stage. Bridget was wildly excited and with each flick of Sian's tongue, her hips moved faster and pressed down harder. She began to push her tongue up higher into Bridget's slit. As it glided over Bridget's clit, Sian felt a tiny tremor shoot up through Bridget's body. She was careful not to touch it too much. Sian wasn't ready yet for Bridget to cum. When her tongue was at the entrance to Bridget's pussy, she probed upwards. Opening the wet passage cause more of Bridget's juices to run down and cover Sian's face. She drank it all in, loving the taste and the proof of how much she was pleasing Bridget.

Bridget felt how Sian would probe into her pussy a couple of times and then once again stroke along the length of her slit. The anticipation of when or if Sian would touch her clit drove Bridget crazy. The times when she didn't, Bridget tried to shift her hips to force the touch. Sian was almost always able to hold her off. It made the moments when Sian's tongue touched Bridget's clit all the more explosive. Each time Bridget eyes closed and she saw flashes of light. Her whole body was trembling now.

"Oh Sian," she began to chant. "Oh, Sian." Each time it was louder. Each time it sounded more desperate. Each time it was longer and the interval between them was shorter. Bridget was thrusting herself hard against Sian's mouth, wanting to prolong and increase the maddening caresses by her tongue. She felt herself getting closer. Her mind was shutting down and saying anything coherent was getting harder. The individual words started to disintegrate into a long jumble of sounds that paused only long enough for Bridget to suck in a ragged breath.

Just as Bridget reached the point where she couldn't take any more, Sian sensed it. She suddenly changed what she was doing. Her lips surrounded Bridget's clit and barely sucked it into her mouth, holding it so that her tongue could slip over and around it. She swirled her tongue then glided right over it. When Sian's teeth bit down very lightly, Bridget exploded.

Don watched as Bridget's body seemed to go into spasm. Her back arched repeatedly as her head whipped back and forth, then front to back. She screamed something but he couldn't tell what. Her hands were trying to support herself as she felt the orgasm burst through her whole body. She bent backwards so far that Don could see Bridget's eyes roll back in her head as her eye lids fluttered. When she snapped forward, her long hair flew through the air. He couldn't remember any time that she had ever cum so hard or for so long. Just as he thought it was ending, it was clear that Sian had touched her in some new way because the spasms started again.

Bridget was starting to feel her mind come back when Sian slipped two fingers inside of her and pressed them deep into her pussy. Grinding them for just a moment, Sian pulled them out and started to thrust her fingers back and forth. Bridget felt herself getting fucked hard and fast at the same time that Sian bit a tiny bit harder. Sian had a hold of her clit while pressing her tongue broadly across the tip. Her mind exploded again and she screamed.

"Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Her voice was hoarse with the rawness of the sound. It was like it was ripped from her. Once again her body spasmed and she bucked up. She felt Sian's teeth scrape against her clit as she pulled loose. It was an almost pain, but at the same time it was exquisite ecstasy. Her hips came right back down to meet the driving thrusts of Sian's fingers. Each time it seemed to Bridget like Sian was able to reach further into her pussy. Her body twitched and shuddered as Bridget fell forward onto her hands. This time it didn't last quite so long. But Bridget felt much weaker. She couldn't hold herself up for long and within moments she was face first on the bed. 

As Sian felt Bridget's body collapsing, she slowed the pace of her fingers and then stopped them all together. She used her tongue to clean up the mess that Bridget had made. The soft licks were like a cat cleaning its kitten rather than trying to excite. After a few minutes of that, Sian slipped out from under Bridget and moved up alongside her. Bridget readily came into her open arms and cuddled up against Sian. Her breath was still a little rough and she couldn't say anything for a bit.

Finally Bridget took one long shaky breath and let it slowly out. Her eyes opened and she gazed into Sian's. The raw emotion was plain in them.  The warm from it spread through Sian's body and mind. She basked in it.

"Sian," Bridget tried to start but had to stop and take a couple more breaths before trying again. "Sian, that was amazing." She had to stop again and the rest of what she had to say was broken up. "Never before .... Never like that." Her arms went around Sian and hugged her tight. The answering hug from Sian pressed their bodies together and Bridget felt a small aftershock. She couldn't stop the shudder than ran up and down her body. "Oh, fuck," she said with a tremor in her voice. The feeling was totally different from her massive orgasm but in some ways the aftershock was just as powerful emotionally. It came just from being lovingly touched by Sian. Bridget and Sian began to kiss very softly and gently with their hands slowly caressing each other. If they were aware Don was in the room, they gave no sign of it.




It Didn't Work Out Ch. 06



Don felt a little bit of relief for that as he pulled out a couple of tissues to wipe himself off. He had cum at the same time that Bridget reached her peak. The sight of his wife being eaten out by her lesbian lover was every bit as exciting as he had imagined. After he got the last little glob of semen, he tossed the tissues on the little table next to him. His cock was already stirring as he watched the two women embracing. He was already thinking about what it would look like when Bridget made Sian cum. This was some Christmas present that Bridget was giving him. If only she would let him participate, his fantasy would be fulfilled. Maybe if he let her know how much he wanted that she would give in, he thought. Not tonight of course, but maybe tomorrow.

"Oh God, my darling Sian. You made me feel so amazing," Bridget whispered as they cuddled close. "I'm ..." She trailed off. She didn't want to say too much. Her emotions were too raw and open right now from her massive cum. But she didn't just want to let the moment pass. Finally she gave Sian a soft little kiss and just said, "I'm glad I found you, my darling Sian."

With her eyes gazing deep into Bridget's, Sian's hand reached up to give the lightest of strokes to Bridget's cheek. She brushed a few hairs away from Bridget's eyes. "So am I, Bridge." She wanted to say more too but was frightened of saying anything first. She was also more aware of the presence of Don than she let on; clearly more aware than Bridget. Instead she just gave Bridget another kiss as they continued to softly run their hands over each other.

After a little while, Bridget began to feel a little reinvigorated. The heaviness of her limbs lifted and she began to kiss Sian's cheek. They were soft little kisses but her lips never really seemed to lift off of Sian's skin so as she moved, it was like her lips were caressing Sian. She moved over to Sian's ear and gently took the lobe in her mouth. As she tugged on it, her tongue stroked the part in mouth; and then as she pulled away, her gentle sucking stretched it a little until it slid from her mouth. Bridget could already feel a change in Sian. Her breathing was getting a little faster and Bridget could feel her back beginning to tense up a little. As she kissed and nibbled on Sian's neck, Bridget heard Sian make little sounds. Despite her relative inexperience with women, it was clear that Sian appreciated what she was doing.

Each moment that passed, Bridget became a little more active. She pushed Sian onto her back so that Bridget had more access to Sian's body. Her small breasts were topped by hard red nipples standing straight up. With her eyes on Sian's face, Bridget lowered her mouth down to one and sucked it into her mouth. Running her tongue around it for a moment, she lifted her mouth back up and felt how it slid from between her lips.  Moving over to the other one, she did the same thing. Bridget loved how as she did that Sian bit her lip and closed her eyes. When the nipple popped out, Sian's eyes would open but each time they stayed closed a little longer.

Crawling on top of Sian, Bridget straddled her and went down again to Sian's nipples. They were glistening from the saliva she left there. Bridget took a finger and touched the areola. It was slick and she ran her finger in a circle, not quite touching the nipple. Sian took in a sudden breath and held it until Bridget lifted her finger up again. When Bridget did it to the other areola, it was more a gasp of air by Sian. The exhale was a little ragged. Bridget smiled. She loved knowing that she was pleasing Sian. She wanted Sian to enjoy their lovemaking as much as she had.

Dry from the touching and the air, Bridget flicked her tongue over Sian's nipples to moisten them again. This time her finger went up and over each nipple. First she went one way and then the other.

"Ohhhhhhh," Sian sighed out. Her hands were reaching down and grabbing hold of the sheets. Bridget's body was lightly touching her as she straddled Sian's body. It wasn't intended to but it had the effect of making Sian more excited. It was almost like a light caress when their bodies touched. And when Bridget played with her nipple, Sian saw little sparks go off every time she closed her eyes. "God, I'm so excited," she thought. "She makes me so hot!"

As Bridget lowered her mouth again, she kept it open. Instead of sucking, Bridget ran the edge of her front teeth against Sian's nipple. The rough surface scrapped Sian's tender skin. It set off little tremors in Sian. "Oh, I like that," Bridget thought and did it again on the other nipple. The hiss of Sian's breath told her that she was doing something right.  Bridget did it again, moving from nipple to nipple and then back. After doing that several times, she lightly bit down as she moved her jaw from side to side. Sian made an incoherent noise. Lifting her head, Bridget tugged on Sian's nipple and felt it stretch before sliding out from between her teeth. Moving over to the other one, she did it once more. This time when she felt it slide just a little, she tightened the grip her teeth had by just a hair. From the long moan that Sian made, it must have felt very good. When Bridget released it, Sian's breast and nipple snapped back down.

"Oh fuck, Bridge," Sian breathlessly said.

Smiling Bridget lifted herself up higher. She took hold of Sian's pajama bottoms. Without being told, Sian lifted her hips up and Bridget pulled them down over her ass and then pushed them further down. As they passed Sian's knees, Sian began to almost frantically kick them off.  Finally one leg came off and the other leg dangled for a while, still stuck on Sian's other foot. Bridget started to move down Sian's body and Sian spread her legs. Eventually the other leg came off and the bottoms fell to the floor.

Scooting her body down the bed, Bridget did not take her time in the same way that Sian had. She was eager to experience Sian's pussy. She could smell Sian's scent as she came close. Just like Bridget had been, Sian was very wet. Sian didn't shave as much as Bridget; her bush was shaped but still full. Bridget brushed her lips against it, feeling the stiff hairs there as she moved them back and forth. Bending her head down a little, she felt the first traces of moisture cover her lips. Bridget impatiently licked her lips, wanting to get a taste. It was slightly salty with a tangy aftertaste.

"Mmmmm," Bridget said loudly.  "You taste good, Sian!" She lowered her head back down and flicked her tongue out to gather a little more. This time it caught just the top of Sian's pussy. There was a big twitch as Sian felt Bridget touch her there for the first time. For an instant, Bridget paused there and then she started to slide her tongue down farther. She brushed it back and forth across the wet petals of Sian's pussy. Bridget needed to shift her body down further to get her face down enough.  Her feet dangled off the edge of the bed as she began to lap all the way down Sian's pussy. She felt Sian arching her hips upwards, pressing her pussy into Bridget's face. Bridget extended her tongue out and as Sian pushed up, it slipped in between the lips and touched Sian's entrance.

"Oh, oh, oh!" Sian cried as she felt the penetration by Bridget begin. Her arms tensed as she pulled on the sheets. It wasn't just what Bridget was doing. It was as much that it was Bridget doing it. Her hips stayed up in the air and she felt Bridget start to push harder into her pussy. Bridget's maddening tongue was vibrating as she thrust it deep into Sian. It felt like it was touching everywhere as it stretched as far as Bridget could reach. Sian's head went back and she let out a long gasping noise. She couldn't keep her body up like that anymore and her hips fell back on to the ground.

As Sian's body dropped, Bridget's contact with Sian's pussy was lost. But she instantly dove down and pushed her face back in between Sian's legs. Her tongue was flicking in and out of Sian's pussy. She could feel Sian responding as she fucked Sian with her tongue. Bridget loved the taste of the juices as they slid down her throat. She enthusiastically slurped down more as she pumped her tongue into and out of the warm wet hole. Bridget could feel how wet her face had become; and how the juices ran down her chin; and dripped down her neck. She loved that too.

Don watched as his wife drove Sian higher and higher. He couldn't believe how unreservedly she was eating Sian's pussy. And from the effect upon Sian, she was obviously doing it very well. His eyes were divided between watching Bridget's tight ass as it wiggled left and right as she twisted her body to try and keep her face tight against Sian and looking at the raw passion that was on Sian's face. His hand was wrapped around his cock again, pumping up and down. "Fuck, this is such a turn on," he thought to himself. His pace quickened as he felt himself getting closer. As his cock began to spurt out his cum again, a part of him mind wondered if he would be able to get it up again so that he could cum again. He hoped so.

Continuing to ram her tongue in and out of Sian pussy, Bridget brought her hand up to the top of Sian's mound. She slowly ran her fingers down until she found Sian's hard little clit poking out from between her lips. Bridget began to caress her there. As her fingers slid down either side of it, Sian cried out even louder. Trying to match the thrusts of her tongue, Bridget began to stroke it faster.

"Oh, Bridge ... oh Bridge. Oh God," Sian screamed. Her face contorted and closed her eyes. "Oh, Baby, yes. You're making ...." she panted out. "You're making me cum!" Sian started to spasm and she cried out again.

Bridget felt Sian's orgasm let go and thrash her body about. Again Bridget fought to keep on licking and stroking Sian's pussy. Her tongue was squeezed as the warm wet walls contracted in uncontrolled ripples. Bridget's hands had to grab onto Sian's hips and hold tight. "Keep fucking her," Bridget thought as her tongue went back and forth. Since she couldn't finger Sian's clit anymore, she tried to grind her face against Sian to keep touching it. Whatever she was doing, it worked. Sian's spasm continued.

Finally after what seemed like forever, she started to slow down. Bridget felt the change and immediately switched to a very gentle lick, and then to kisses. She kissed along Sian's thighs and then her pussy lips. Bridget sucked in the drops of pussy juice that had flowed out and covered Sian's skin. It was clear it felt good because she heard Sian murmur happy sounds. She continued for a few minutes more and then Bridget got up on her hands and knees so she could crawl up to higher.

Looking up at Bridget, Sian smiled. Even though the makeup she had been wearing was light and subtle, it was now all over her face which was glistening with her pussy juice. The eyeliner was smudged all around her eyes and the lipstick was smeared around her mouth. Perhaps she had looked more beautiful but Sian couldn't think of a time when she looked sexier, especially because Bridget had a huge grin on her face. It was obvious that she was very proud that she had made Sian cum like that. Reaching up, Sian slid her fingers into the hair behind Bridget's head and pulled her close.

Their kiss was both loving and passionate. Every movement was slow but their mouths were open wide. Their tongues slowly explored each other's mouths. Sian could feel the stickiness of her juices rubbing off onto her own face and her smell was everywhere. Slowly Bridget's body came down to rest on Sian's. Wrapping her free arm around Bridget, Sian slowly moved that hand down Bridget's back until it rested on her tight little ass. Their heads were matched in how they moved, never letting the kiss get interrupted. Mouths open and closed; tongues glided in and out. Bridget's fingers came up and stroked Sian's cheek and neck. They were both still excited but content with just keeping the embers going. Neither one of them were quite ready to have it burst into flames just yet.

After a while the kiss began to change from one long kiss into many softer kisses. In the quiet of the room, Don's breathing and occasional movement intruded into both of their consciousnesses. For the first time, they were fully aware that they weren't alone. Both of them felt a slight inhibition appear.

The passion from earlier had made it easy for Sian to just ignore the situation and make love with Bridget. The wait had been long but worth it to finally be together with her like this; and letting Don be there was part of the price. But their kisses were so intimate that now that she was reminded of him, it wasn't easy for Sian to maintain the same mood. Still she thought, "I will do whatever Bridget wants." Sian was pretty sure if Bridget tried to excite her, nothing could prevent her from responding. But Sian's thought went beyond the immediate moment.  Weeks ago, Sian willingly accepted that, but she saw now that it wasn't always easy.

While Sian may have felt like Bridget was in the driver's seat, it didn't feel like that to Bridget. She was caught between conflicting emotions. There were things that Bridget wanted to say, but with Don there she just couldn't.  Even if Don was gone, Bridget wasn't sure if she should. The feelings were so new and open that they scared her. She hadn't had time to process them but at the same time they were so powerful that it was hard to hold them inside her.

As their kissing slowly trailed off, Sian gave Bridget a tight hug. She returned it with a soft sigh and then lay her head down on Sian's chest. Both of them tried to recapture the sense of it being just the two of them. Sian lightly ran her fingers along Bridget's back. It was almost absent-minded and with the release of emotion, both of them started to feel sleepy. Bridget's breathing got slower and deeper which only made Sian feel sleepier. Bridget shifted slightly so that her weight was no longer pressing down on Sian but otherwise they stayed with entwined together.

When Sian's hand slipped off Bridget's body and just lay on the bed, Don knew for sure that both of them were asleep. For a few minutes he just sat there. He wasn't sure exactly what to do. A part of him wanted to crawl in and cuddle up on the other side of Bridget. "After all, it's my bed too," he thought. At the same time, he didn't know how Bridget would react or Sian for that matter.  Either one of them might get pissed off and turn what had been a fantasy fulfilled into a fight. Beyond that, there was an intimacy between the two of them that he felt inhibited from disturbing. Even though it was his own bedroom, he felt like an interloper. Finally he got up, trying to be as quiet as possible. Going to the living room, he found a quilt that hung over the back of a chair and went back to the bedroom. Trying not to disturb them, he put it over the two women. They didn't stir. He paused at the door and looked at them for a few moments longer before he turned out the light. Shutting the door, Don headed down the hall to the guest bedroom.

A few hours later, Bridget stirred. She tried to ignore the slight constant nagging pressure in her bladder from the wine but it didn't do any good. She slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom to relieve herself. When she came back to the bed, Sian was awake too. She could barely see her in the dark room.

Before Bridget could get back into bed and snuggle back against her, Sian started to get up. "Be right back, Baby," she told Bridget and she too went into the bathroom. Bridget listened to the sounds as Sian went to the bathroom and then washed her hands. The dim light caught Sian as she came back. Bridget admired her lover's body, feeling her breath quicken a little at the sight.

Once back in bed, Sian held Bridget in her arms. It felt good for Bridget to lay back into the crook of Sian's arm. Their hands sought out each other and interlaced their fingers. Neither one of them felt particularly sleepy anymore. While it hadn't been a long sleep, both of them felt recharged and unwilling to miss out on this time together. Even more precious was the realization that they were alone.

Rolling on her side to face Sian, Bridget reached out to caress Sian's cheek. She could see Sian looking at her. It was hard to read her face. Her fingers touched Sian's lips and felt the little kiss that Sian gave them.

"Merry Christmas, my darling Sian," Bridget said.

Looking over at the clock on the vanity, Sian saw that it was indeed now Christmas Day. "Merry Christmas, Bridge. Thank you for sharing it with me."

"It wouldn't have been Christmas without you," Bridget said softly. As she looked at Sian, her heart started to beat faster and it felt like it was being squeezed. Once again her emotions warred within her, feeling happy and scared at the same time.

"No," was all Sian said. There was nothing else to add.

"I ... uh ....," Bridget started to talk but it was hard all of a sudden. It seemed hard to breathe. "I love you," she finally said. "Maybe I shouldn't say it, but I have to. I love you, Sian."

For a few seconds Sian couldn't say anything. She felt lightheaded. It wasn't that she was surprised but the power of Bridget's words still stunned her. It lasted long enough that Bridget felt the beginnings of panic before she felt Sian squeeze her close.

"Oh, Bridget... I was lost to you a couple of weeks ago. I love you too," Sian got out. They shared a long kiss that slowly built with a gentle passion.

When it ended they were both breathless. Even though it was out there, both of them shied away from any further examination. There were too many implications. Those could sort themselves out down the road. Now they just wanted a physical reaffirmation of their feelings.

Taking control, Sian rolled just a little and pulled Bridget up on top of her. Her leg slipped between Bridget's and Bridget's went between hers. Sian kissed Bridget again as she pressed her leg up against Bridget's mound. At the same time she began to slowly grind her pussy against Bridget's leg. It didn't take Bridget long to figure out what she was doing and copy her. It wasn't the same motion as with a guy but Bridget quickly fell into the rhythm. As the grinding continued, both of them felt their mounds sliding down and getting a little closer. Bridget and Sian continued to kiss as they moved their hips up and down. Sian thrust her tongue up into the waiting mouth and felt Bridget's lips suck on it.

Compared to when Sian ate her out, the feeling seemed just a little less sexual to Bridget but much more intimate. The kissing was part of it, but she also loved the feeling of her nipples dragging back and forth against Sian's as their bodies moved together. It was building slower too. Another part of it was just how mutual it was. Every movement she made pleased both of them, as did everything Sian did. The longer it went on, the more excited Bridget was getting. She could feel how her wet pussy was coating Sian's leg and dripping down into Sian's pussy to be added to Sian's own juices. When one of them increased the pace, the other followed.

It got to a point where it became hard to keep kissing, at least long kisses. Both of them needed to breathe. Bridget lifted up her head and began to toss it left and right as she ground down onto Sian. Both of them felt a little increase in the pressure as Bridget's body lifted up. No longer kissing, they started to make a little noise. It was still fairly quiet but they both were gasping and making little grunts. The sound turned Bridget on even more.  She could feel her pussy lips opening up more and her clit sliding up and down against Sian's soaking wet leg. She was also pretty sure that she could feel Sian's clit doing the same thing against her. Just thinking about it made her start to thrust harder.




It Didn't Work Out Ch. 06



Even though the light was dim, Sian could see Bridget's face hanging above her. Her eyes were closed as she focused on how good grinding felt. As she watched, Bridget sucked in her lower lip and bit down on it. Her need to breathe in more air didn't let Bridget stay that way for too long. But now she was moaning as she breathed in and out. Sian loved watching Bridget and found her own excitement ramping too.

Both of them were moving faster. The pleasure seemed to transfer from one to the other. The sounds and the touch of each other stoked it. Hearing Bridget moan sent shudders through Sian's body. Feeling their bodies slip together made Bridget thrust harder. They could both tell that the peak was coming.

"Sian ... Sian ... oh God Sian," Bridget began to chant out loud. It was a mantra that kept going faster. Sian was too far gone to do anything other than murmur in time with their thrusts. When Bridget started to cum, she began to writhe against Sian. That was enough to push Sian over the edge too. They both cried out as they exploded in a strong orgasm. Their mounds continued to slide up and down, thrusting hard against each other. The sensation of each other's bodies moving together helped extend the orgasm.

For Bridget it didn't just extend it but she felt a second orgasm start just as she started to feel the first one wind down. She cried out and flailed against Sian's body once again. It wasn't as intense but her mind blanked out more. She saw flashes of light as her eyes closed from the ecstasy. Sian continued to move against her even though she knew she wouldn't cum again. She just wanted to keep it going for Bridget. Finally she felt Bridget's body start to relax and slow down. Sian reached up and helped to support Bridget's body, anticipating the weakness that suddenly hit Bridget. Gently lowering her down, Sian hugged Bridget tight to her.

Bridget's body felt languid and her mind was dreamy as she recuperated in Sian's arms. For a few moments she rested her head on Sian's chest, listening to her heartbeat.  The feeling of Sian's fingertips caressing her back was now a familiar and welcome one. When she had a little energy, she turned her head so that she could kiss Sian.

"I love you, my darling Sian," Bridget said after a soft and unhurried kiss. Her eyes were adjusted to the dim light and she could see Sian looking at her. More importantly she could see the smile that followed her words. While it was undeniably happy, there was a shy element to it. Somehow Bridget found that especially endearing.

Sian returned the kiss. "I'm glad," she softly said. "I love you too, Bridge."

Bridget looked over at the door. It was still closed. She hoped that meant that Don had slept through their making love this time. She wasn't ready to talk to Don about her feelings. Beyond that, she was just glad that this moment had been private.  Otherwise it felt like it might have been tainted.

After lying like that for a little bit longer, they both got back under the covers and cuddled up. Bridget rested her head on Sian's shoulder. This time it was Sian who was drowsy. It didn't take long before she was completely asleep. It was harder for Bridget. Her mind kept jumping around with thoughts of Don and of Sian. She didn't regret telling Sian how she felt but it was unnerving because at some point she would have to sort out what it meant for her marriage. As long as it was unspoken, that point could be pushed out. Now it would have to be faced.

"But not tonight," she thought. Her arms tightened around Sian and Bridget tried to just enjoy the moment. She closed her eyes and focused her attention on the rise and fall of Sian's chest and the sound she made as she breathed. Slowly the regular rhythmic sound began to have its effect on her. She felt sleep begin to come over her. All the thoughts of the future faded away and the comforting oblivion of sleep found her. 



It Didn't Work Out Ch. 07



This is the seventh of twelve chapters. This one picks up immediately after the sixth chapter. It would be difficult to follow if you haven't read the previous chapters. Once again, I want to thank my editor Terry for his valuable help! I hope you enjoy the story.

The activities during the night before Christmas wore out both Sian and Bridget enough that they were still sound asleep when Don came in carrying two cups of coffee. He opened up the curtains to let the morning sun in after putting them down on the nightstands. The sudden brightness had the desired impact as the two of them stirred and looked up with blinking eyes.

After a moment, Sian realized that her breasts were exposed and pulled up the sheets. Even though Don saw her completely naked as she made love to Bridget, that was different. For most of the time, she didn't even notice that he was there. When she did, Sian just tried to ignore it. After a while it wasn't that hard. But without the heat of her passion for Bridget, she found her normal feelings were back. She had no interest in letting Don ogle her when the two of them weren't making love. That wasn't part of the price she had to pay to be with Bridget.

"Thank you, Sweetie," Bridget said as she picked up the cup. "We will be out in just a minute, okay?" She sipped her coffee as she watched Don nod and walk back out of the room. He shut the door as he went. She put the coffee back down and turned to Sian. She loved the feel of Sian's arms as they went around her and held her close. She brushed her lips against Sian's as she looked into Sian's eyes. The brush became an extended kiss. Unlike the night before it didn't ignite passion. Instead it was just soft and caring.

When it ended, Bridget looked into Sian's eyes again. "I meant it last night, Sian. I love you," she softly said. She hesitated for a few moments. "That's all I can give now, Sian, just my love. I can't think about the future; not now."

Sian gently stroked Bridget's face. It was troubled and Sian wanted to reassure Bridget. "I know, Bridge. I know and I'm not asking for anything more. It's enough to know that you love me too. It's the best Christmas present I could ask for." They exchanged another little kiss. Sian was happy to see that Bridget's face lost a little of the worried look.

"Oh, presents!" Bridget suddenly said. "We need to get up so that we can do presents!" She had an excited little voice and Sian got an image in her mind of Bridget as a little girl on Christmas morning. She smiled at the thought.

"Okay Bridge! Enough of lying in bed. Time to go out and face the world," Sian said. They both got up and found their pajamas. Before going out, they both went to the bathroom to clean off a little of the remnants from the night. As Bridget brushed out her hair, she made little cries of pain as the brush caught on little dried bits of Sian's pussy juice. Sian couldn't help but laugh a little which earned her a light swat on the rear. Bridget's stern look didn't last long and she chuckled too. When at last they felt presentable, they went out. It was chilly enough that Bridget put on her robe.

There was more coffee and Don had cut some slices of panettone bread for them. It was one of their Christmas traditions. Although they were holding hands as they came out, Bridget let go to walk over to Don and give him a big hug and a kiss. Sian felt a little pang inside as she watched them kiss. It was very similar to how Bridget had just been kissing her. She tried to suppress the feeling and was mostly successful.

Having just spent all night with Sian, Bridget was a little worried about Don. Fantasies were one thing, but last night had been reality. Was he still just as okay with it?

"Merry Christmas, Sweetie," Bridget said as their kiss ended.

Don smiled at her. "Merry Christmas, Honey," he replied. Looking over at Sian, he smiled at her too. "Merry Christmas, Sian." His smile seemed genuine. Sian returned the greeting.

Bridget reached up and ran her fingers along his jaw. "Did you sleep well, Sweetie?"

Don nodded "I was out like a light, once I hit the bed." He looked at the two of them and then shyly asked, "What about you two?" When the two of them blushed, he smiled a little. "I guess that means you didn't sleep the whole night through."

Exchanging a look with Sian, Bridget shook her head without saying anything. Her blush got a little deeper. She felt Don's cock stir a little. "I guess we are still okay," she thought with a little relief. After giving him one more kiss, she got a plate and took it over by the tree and sat down on the floor. Don and Sian copied her and joined her a few moments later. Bridget took a couple of bites and then leaned over to give them each a kiss before getting up. Both kisses had just a tiny flick of her tongue before she moved on.

For Christmas this year, Bridget put up an extra stocking for Sian. She wanted her to feel part of their Christmas in every way. She got down all three stockings and brought them over. How Bridget did stockings was a carryover from when she was little. Her parents allowed Bridget and her brother to open their stockings as soon as they were up. There was always something that they could eat, usually an orange and something chocolate, so that they could wait until her parents got up. There were always a book, some toys and a card game to keep them occupied. It mostly worked.

Bridget waited as she watched her two lovers as they opened up their stockings. There were the usual goodies and she had carefully found books that both of them really wanted to read. But when they pulled out the games, Bridget couldn't keep the amused smile off her face. Sian took a look at Bridget and raised an eyebrow as she picked up the cards. It was a deck of lesbian sex positions to try. Opening them up, Sian shuffled through them.

"Done that .. yeah .. yup .. twice .." She stopped and laughed as Bridget lightly punched her on the arm. "I'm just saying," she said with a smile. Sian laughed again when she found the "foreplay" dice.

Don had a similar set of games. He just put his aside with a smile, commenting "We can look at these later, Honey."

For Bridget's stocking, Don hadn't been quite so imaginative but still managed to find a book she wanted to read. She gave him a big smile and a kiss.

After that Bridget started to play Santa. She went around the tree and picked out presents and brought them over to where they were sitting. They took their time with one person opening while the others watched. When buying presents, Bridget had tried to find close to the same number of presents for both Don and Sian. It meant Don was getting a few less than normal but it felt okay to both of them. With Don and Sian getting her presents, Bridget had more than normal. As she opened present after present, she felt a little spoiled but after each present she made sure to carefully thank whoever gave it.

Both Don and Sian had gotten a present for the other. Sian gave Don a bottle of his favorite single malt scotch. It was hard to find and she had to go to a couple of liquor stores before she found it. She liked Don to some degree and also wanted to maintain a civil relationship. She was really surprised when she opened Don's present. It was a Bayern München jersey, one of the new away ones. She didn't even recall telling Bridget that she wanted one.

"Don," she cried out. "Oh my God, thank you! I've wanted one of these." She leaned over and gave him a big hug. "How did you know?" she asked with a big smile.

"Just a good guess. You said something about Bayern being your favorite team and I know you like soccer. Plus I have seen you wearing jerseys at the gym but your Bayern jersey is pretty old. I'm glad you like it." Don was glad that she liked it. And looking over at Bridget, he could tell that she was very pleased at his thoughtfulness. "Double score," he thought.

Finally Bridget just had two presents left to hand out. One was for Don and the other for Sian. They were both from her. She felt a little nervous as she gave them their presents. She had put a lot of consideration into what her most special present should be. She didn't want to slight either one. In the end she decided to risk Don feeling a little hurt but to get them both something similar.

"Go ahead and open them at the same time," Bridget told them. She sat back to watch. She couldn't help fidgeting with her hands. They were both small boxes, one wrapped in silver and the other in gold. It was interesting to watch how differently they opened them. Don just ripped his paper without trying to preserve it. Sian carefully slit the tape with one of her nails, and then carefully took off the paper and folded it up.

When they opened the box, each one of them found a locket on a chain. Don's was very angular and thin, with a fairly thick chain. Bridget's was round and adorned with small circular engravings.

Sian realized before Don did that they opened and she pushed in the clasp. Inside was a picture of her with Bridget. It had been taken at Sian's party by one of Sian's friends. Their arms were around each other and they looked very much like a couple in love. On the other side "Sian, Love and Joy, From your Bridge" was engraved there. She read it and then looked over at Bridget. She reached out to take Bridget's hand and squeezed it. Bridget could see that her eyes were shining from unshed tears.

It took Sian opening up her locket for Don to think to look for a latch on his too. When he opened it, he found a picture that was taken at their friend's Christmas party. He remembered posing for it but he hadn't seen it yet. Bridget was in front of him with his arms around her. They both had on very happy smiles. His locket also had an engraving. "Don, In my heart always, Love Bridget" was written there. Looking over at Bridget, he saw that she was still holding hands with Sian. He waited patiently for a moment until Bridget let go. Then he leaned over and gave Bridget a kiss.

"Thank you, Honey," Don said as the kiss ended. He didn't normally wear any jewelry other than his wedding ring but Bridget had gone out of her way to find a locket that had a very masculine feel to it. And it was obvious that Sian loved hers. Don felt like he needed to wear to show he liked it just as much. Although the chain was long enough, he held it out to Bridget. "Would you put it on me?" he asked. He could tell from the big grin on her face that asking was the right thing to have done. As she put it on him, she added a few soft kisses on his neck. It was the most intimate thing that she had done with him since Sian got there and felt so good that he closed his eyes. He missed seeing the little look of sadness that crossed Sian's face. It was fleeting and completely gone when he opened them after only a couple of seconds.

Moving over to Sian, Bridget asked if she wanted help putting it on too. She nodded and handed it over to Bridget. Even though Bridget was trying to be fair in her treatment of both Sian and Don, she couldn't help being turned on by the newness of the relationship with Sian. Just being close to her was enough for Bridget to feel a tingle. When she let her lips brush against Sian's neck, there was a little shock that Bridget could feel down to her pussy. Her lips lingered on Sian's skin for much longer than they had on Don. She sucked slightly and licked lightly on the little bit of skin that was pulled up.

Just like Don, Sian's eyes closed as she tilted her head to one side to let Bridget have more access. But unlike Sian, Don enjoyed the sight of what his wife was doing. He felt his cock hardening. He didn't know if it would go beyond that but he didn't have any objections if it did. It was clear from the look on Sian's face that she was enjoying Bridget's attentions. When Bridget pulled away, Sian made a little sigh. Don found that he had been holding his breath and let it out as quietly as possible. 

For a brief moment Don and Sian looked into each other's eyes. There was a tiny sense of recognition on Don's part of just how uncomfortable Sian was in doing anything in front of him. He felt his face flush a little. His desire to watch didn't diminish but he was embarrassed about it. "She only does it to be with Bridget," he thought. "She must really care for her to put up with me." He wondered momentarily what the inscription on Sian's locket said. Did it carry the same message of love? The thought made him uneasy and he forced himself to dismiss it. Jealously would only ruin the good thing he had going.

They all sat there in the quiet for a few minutes. Bridget was sitting on the floor next to where Sian was sitting. It felt nice to have Sian's leg touching her. At the same time she didn't want to leave Don out so she stretched out her foot to touch Don's leg. Bridget wasn't sure if none of them felt the need to talk or they all just didn't know what to say. Finally she stirred and got up. Looking at both Don and Sian, she smiled.

"I am so very lucky this Christmas to have the two of you here with me," Bridget said. She had such a happy look on her face that it broke the somewhat solemn mood into which the other two had fallen. They both quickly agreed. Sian was even able to give Don a warm look. Don got up to make a little something more for everyone to eat while Sian and Bridget started to clean up the mess they had made.

As Sian and Bridget moved about the room, they would occasionally stop and kiss or touch. The newness of the love affair was evident. Most of the time it was brief, just as they passed by each other; every once in a while it developed into a longer embrace with a deeper kiss. Don positioned himself in the kitchen so that he could watch. They didn't pay any attention to him for the most part. Occasionally Bridget would look over and see him watching. Her eyes would always drop when she saw that. The only time that Sian looked at him was after their longest embrace. Bridget was clearly excited with her hips pressing against Sian's leg as the kiss ended. One of Don's hands was below the counter and although out of sight, she could see his arm moving back and forth. She tried to ignore him as she followed up by giving Bridget a little kiss before starting to clean again.

When the room was clean, the two of them came into the kitchen to eat the breakfast that Don made. To start with, they were all quiet but after a few minutes they started to talk. It was just innocuous talk but they all felt better. None of them brought up the previous night. Bridget smiled as Sian complemented Don on his cooking. Over the last month he had gotten lots of practice and he was even better at it than he had been.

"Another good thing that has come out of this," Bridget thought to herself. She no longer felt trapped as the sole person responsible for dinner. Out loud she said, "Yes Don, it is really tasty. Thank you for making it."

Don nodded but tried to just pass off the comments. "It was no big deal. I'm glad you like it," he said with a self-conscious smile. He lapsed into silence for a few minutes as Sian and Bridget talked about a few movies that had come out for the holidays. They wanted to pick one to see. As he sat listening to them, Don wondered if Bridget would let him go along and just sit somewhere behind them and watch. Just once he would like to be an observer of one of their dates.

When they were finished, Bridget and Sian insisted on cleaning up. Don decided to go have a shower. It didn't take them long to get it all done.

After she put the last dish in the washer, Bridget turned and walked over to Sian. She put her arms around Sian and gave her a long hug. She sighed happily as she felt Sian's arms hold her too. Nibbling slightly on Sian's ear, Bridget whispered, "I love you, my darling Sian."

It didn't matter that she had heard them before; Sian felt the same surge of joy go through her as Bridget spoke. Reaching up she turned Bridget's face so that she could kiss her. As it ended, Sian spoke. It wasn't quite a whisper but it didn't carry far. "I love you too, Bridge." She hugged Bridget again. Even with the weird situation they were in, she was happy. It was good enough for now.

"Hey, Sian. How does a shower sound to you? I am pretty sure that Don is in the guest bathroom. You've seen our shower in the master bathroom. It is nice and big enough for two. I could wash you," Bridget said with an impish grin.

"You are such a temptress." Sian laughed as she said it. "Not that it is a bad thing!" She laughed even harder. "I think a shower sounds wonderful."

Bridget took Sian's hand and led her into the bathroom. It was empty. She was right about where Don was showering. Bridget dropped her robe to the floor and once again Sian admired how good Bridget looked in her new nightie. She watched as Bridget slowly took it off. It wasn't a strip-tease but Bridget definitely was aware of how it was affecting Sian. When she had it off, Bridget came over to Sian and helped her take off her pajamas. She was careful to make sure that her fingers stroked Sian's skin with every opportunity.

"God you turn me on, Bridge. I'm all wet just from this. If we get into the shower and you keep doing this, it could be a long shower." Sian couldn't help adding a little moan as she finished talking when Bridget touched a particularly sensitive spot.

"Don't worry. We have two big hot water tanks. I made Don put in the second one because I hate running out of water!" Bridget said as she tried to find that spot again. After a couple of experiments, she was rewarded when Sian moaned again. It was a little louder and a little longer this time.

As Sian started to get into the walk in shower, Bridget looked at the door to the bedroom. She thought for a moment and then went over to shut it. She didn't lock it but now if Don wanted to watch, he couldn't just look through the door. He would have to actually open the door and Bridget's guess was that he wouldn't. It was as much privacy as they were likely to get there. She turned around and got into the shower with Sian.

"You have two showers in here! That is totally cool," Sian said. She already had both of them going and the water was nice and warm.

Smiling at Sian, Bridget nodded. "That was totally a selling point for us when we looked at the house. I love this bathroom." She picked up a bottle of body wash and poured some into her hand. "Turn around, Darling," she said.

Sian turned to face away and started slightly when Bridget's fingers first touched her. It felt so good as Bridget ran her fingers up and down Sian's back. When Bridget curled her fingers and lightly scratched Sian's back, Sian let out a long exhale. "That feels good, Bridge," she said. Sian knew that she was trembling. It was just that Bridget had a powerful effect upon her. She arched her back as Bridget dragged her nails down the length of it. This time, Bridget didn't stop. Her fingers continued down over Sian's tush. Sian couldn't help it. She pressed her butt back against Bridget's fingers and they slid down in between her cheeks. Sian couldn't avoid moaning.

Bridget smiled at the sound. She loved making Sian feel good. Her soapy fingers slipped up and down in Sian's ass crack. It was clear that touching her there was not forbidden territory. As her fingers brushed the tight little rosebud there, Sian's body jerked and she moaned again. Bridget circled it, feeling how Sian's body tensed each time Bridget's finger came close to it. This was something new for her. She had never played with Don's ass before but Sian obviously liked it.

After playing with it for a minute or so, Bridget noticed how Sian was pushing back against her finger as she touched Sian's puckered little hole. Deciding to experiment a little further, Bridget touched her there again. Once again Sian pushed, but this time Bridget pushed as well. She felt the tip of her finger slip past the tight ring of muscle. Sian's moan this time was long and drawn out. When Bridget pulled her finger out, she whimpered just a little. Bridget did it again, letting her finger go in further.




It Didn't Work Out Ch. 07



"Oh fuck," Sian gasped out. Only once or twice had anyone been willing to play with her ass and she had found it very exciting. But it wasn't something that she felt comfortable in telling her lovers. Somehow Bridget had just stumbled on it. She moaned again as she felt Bridget start to pulse her finger in and out of her ass. Sian couldn't help pushing her hips back to meet the thrust of Bridget's finger.

Sian's response surprised Bridget a little but she felt a thrill run through her body. She loved it when her touch could excite Sian this way. Leaning forward, she kissed the small of Sian's back and was rewarded with a loud groan. As the water splashed down onto Bridget, she continued to kiss there. The water ran into her mouth whenever she lifted up her lips. Reaching around with her other hand, Bridget found Sian's clit and slowly began lightly stroking it.

"Ahhhhhhhh," Sian cried out. The way Bridget was touching her set her body on fire. Bracing herself with one hand, the other was pulling and rolling her nipples in time with the finger in her ass. She panted loudly as Bridget played with her. But when Bridget's lips moved lower down her back to just above her ass crack, Sian couldn't stop the squeal that burst out of her mouth. When she regained a tiny bit of control she told Bridget, "Oh my God, Baby! Yes, like that!"

Smiling in between her kisses, Bridget flicked her finger harder against Sian's clit. Each time she did it, Sian pants turned into moans. Instead of just kissing, Bridget began to use her tongue on Sian's skin. From Sian's response, it was obvious that she loved it. Her tongue made little trails along Sian's lower back, dipping occasionally down into the top of the crease there. She continued to slide her finger in and out of Sian's ass. Bridget could feel the tension building in her lover's body. She started moving both fingers faster, wanting to make Sian cum.

Throwing her head back, Sian could feel it starting to build within her. "Fuck yes!" she cried out. Her body began to squirm as she responded to Bridget's increasing ministrations. She couldn't keep still. Her hips were moving back and forth, adding to the feeling. The trembling was getting stronger and she could feel the first sparks of her orgasm beginning to go off.

Bridget could see the spasms starting to ripple through Sian's body. Increasing the force of her finger, Bridget felt it slip farther into the tight little hole. The moans coming from Sian were increasing in tone and volume. Her other finger was now fixed and vibrating right on Sian's clit. As her orgasm went on, Sian's shuddering got harder. Bridget found it hard to keep her fingers where she wanted them. As soon as her finger slid off Sian's clit, she quickly tried to find it again. And sometimes Sian bucked so hard that Bridget's finger popped right out of her ass. Sian would make sounds of disappointment and longing when that happened. She would try to hold still long enough for Bridget to work her finger back into Sian's ass.

Finally Sian started to calm down. She slumped against the shower wall and Bridget got up off her knees to hold Sian from behind. She molded her body against Sian's and softly kissed her neck while Sian regained her strength. Sian lifted her head off the wall after a minute or two and turned to kiss Bridget. They wrapped their arms around each other as they slowly kissed. The warm water felt wonderful as it pounded on their skin. They took their time and their tongues slowly explored each other's mouth.

As they ended the kiss, Sian thought about what Bridget had just done to her. She felt a little embarrassed and found that she had a hard time meeting Bridget's eyes. It was like having had a dirty little secret revealed.

Bridget noticed immediately. With her hand, she lifted up Sian's chin and looked her in the eyes. Giving Sian one light kiss, Bridget reassuredly smiled at her. "Darling, I liked doing that to you. It's okay." She kissed Sian again. When she spoke again, her voice was a sexy whisper. "I liked fucking you!"

Sian couldn't help the way her cheeks blushed, but she did smile at Bridget. She ran her fingers through Bridget's wet hair. "You made me cum so hard, Bridge. It was just so kinky. I never thought you would do that."

"You seemed to like when I touched you there so I just did a little more; and then you liked that too. It just kept going and before I knew it, I was fucking your ass with my finger," Bridget replied. It was clear she was neither embarrassed nor bothered by what they had just done. "I like making you feel good, Darling."

They kissed again. "You do that well," Sian said. They hugged again. As they separated, Bridget reached out one finger and drew a heart on Sian's belly. For a moment, the heart stood out from the rest of her wet body and then the shower water washed it away. "I love you too," Sian whispered.

They both went back to washing, taking their time so that they had a chance to touch each other. They were starting to feel a little waterlogged so they didn't let any of it ignite the same level of passion. It wasn't too much longer before they finished and got out of the shower.

Bridget looked over at the door and saw it was still closed. It seemed like Don had let them have this moment of privacy. She smiled. She didn't begrudge Don his watching but she preferred being alone with Sian. She knew that Sian was more relaxed and more able to enjoy it when he wasn't there. She wondered if Sian would have allowed her to play with her ass if Don was there. Something made her suspect the answer was no. She made a little mental sigh. She always knew that this would be complicated. 

The assumption that Bridget had made about Don was correct. He had come into the bedroom and heard the slowly building sounds of passion. He considered opening the door to watch. According to their rules, he was allowed to see anything but for some reason he felt reluctant to intrude that way. Instead he pulled out his cock and began to stroke it as he listened. As Sian approached her orgasm and got louder, his hand went faster and he came as he heard her cum. Despite how many times he had already cum, he shot his wad hard enough to hit the door. He went to the nightstand to grab a tissue and clean it off as quickly as he could. He felt like a teenager who didn't want to get caught after having beat off. When he dropped it in the trash can in the bedroom, he noticed just how many crumpled up tissues were in there. He hadn't been allowed to touch anyone but he certainly had cum a lot. He wasn't sure he had any more in him. Hearing the shower shut off, Don started and then made his way back out of the bedroom.

It took the women quite a while before they came out but not because they really continued to play. They just took their time in putting lotion on each other. It was soft and sensual but never crossing over to really arousing. Both of them loved the connection they felt as they pampered one another. When they kissed, it was always light and brief. Neither one of them felt the need to hurry and build up to making love again. When they were done with the lotion, they both put on makeup. Sian was satisfied with just a little eye liner and lipstick, finishing well before Bridget. It wasn't that Bridget used a lot of makeup but she wanted to look beautiful for Sian.

Looking over at the door, Sian saw a robe hanging up. It was clearly Don's since it was much too big for Bridget. "Do you think Don would mind if I borrowed his robe? I would rather not go down to the spare room in just a towel," she asked.

Bridget smiled impishly at Sian. "He let you borrow his wife; I don't see how borrowing his robe would bother him."

For a moment Sian didn't know what to say in response. She was trying not to be nasty towards Don. It seemed a double edged sword that was just as likely to hurt her. In the end she just said, "I guess not." She pulled on his robe and then opened the door. As she was walking to the guest bedroom, she caught a glimpse of Don. He nodded and then turned away to go back to reading the newspaper.

It didn't take Sian long to get dressed. Taking her bag with her, she went into the master bedroom to find her pajamas so she could pack them. Although she had a wonderful time, she was starting to feel the need to get some space. It wasn't really harder than she expected but being right about the difficulty in handling her relationship with Bridget wasn't any comfort. Rather than going back out where Don was, Sian sat down on the bed and waited for Bridget to finish.

While Sian was dressed in a pair of jeans with a tunic top and a light sweater like wrap, Bridget came out of the bathroom wearing a form fitting sweater dress with leggings on underneath it. She looked very tasty in it and for a few moments Sian was tempted to stay a little longer. But she knew that if they were to do anything else, it would involve Don again and that would just increase the awkward feeling she had.

Bridget saw her sitting there and came over to give Sian a kiss. She stroked Sian's face as she bent down and then brushed their lips together. Something in Sian's expression conveyed her feelings to Bridget. She sat down on Sian's lap and put her arms around Sian's neck.

"Are you feeling okay with things, Darling?" Bridget asked.

With her arms going around Bridget, Sian gave her a little squeeze. "It is kind of overwhelming at times, Bridge. I am so happy to be with you but it is also hard knowing you have Don in your life. The feelings get all mixed up." She paused as she gave Bridget another hug along with a little kiss this time. She didn't want Bridget to misinterpret her. "I have had a wonderful Christmas, Baby. I just need a little alone time."

Bridget felt a little quickening of her heart beat. Despite Sian not wanting to scare her, she couldn't help but worry a little. She knew it was not easy for Sian. Unconsciously her arms tightened a little bit around Sian's neck.

"I thought you were going to stay for Christmas dinner. I bought enough for three," Bridget said. She wasn't trying to manipulate Sian but the tone of her voice betrayed her worry.

"Shhh," Sian softly said. She kissed Bridget again. "Don't worry, Bridge. It's only a little away time. I'm not running away. And I will be back for dinner, if you want me to." She looked Bridget in the eyes and hesitated for a moment. Finally she decided to say what was on her mind. "I need to be away from Don, even if it is just for the afternoon. I can't do it all the time. Anyway you should spend a little time with him too."

She wanted to add, "He is your husband after all." But Sian couldn't figure out how to say that without it sounding bitter even though she didn't mean it that way .. much. She rested her head on Bridget's shoulder.

Bridget reached up to stroke Sian's head, running her fingers through the short hair. There was nothing sexual about the caress this time. She just wanted to make Sian know how much she cared about her. She whispered, "I understand, Sian. I ask so much of you. I love you, my darling Sian."

For a moment, Sian felt the beginnings of tears in her eyes. She blinked tightly, thankful that Bridget couldn't see her face at that moment. She took a deep breath and willed them away. When she felt it pass, she replied. "I love you too, Bridge. And you don't have to ask. I've freely given it." Before lifting her head up, she surreptitiously wiped at her eyes to get rid of any little traces of the moment.

"So what time do you want me back here?" Sian asked as she lifted up her head to again look at Bridget. She could see that the worry was still not all erased from Bridget's face. Sian made a little mental sigh. "There's nothing I can do to completely fix that," she thought to herself.

"I was planning on dinner at 5, but you are welcome anytime. You know that," Bridget said.

"Okay, I will be back before then. Thank you again for a wonderful Christmas Eve and for this morning," Sian said before giving Bridget another soft kiss. As it ended, she looked deep into Bridget's eyes. The moment dragged on until she finally said, "I'm a very lucky woman."

"So am I," Bridget said nodding. "Thank you for being with me on this day. I couldn't have been happy otherwise." She placed her hand on the locket that was around Sian's neck, hidden under her top. "I hope this is a constant reminder that I love you," she said. For the first time, Bridget didn't drop her voice into a whisper. She didn't know if Don could hear but reassuring Sian was more important.

Slowly nodding her head, Sian put her own hand on top of Bridget's. "It is," she replied. How Bridget said it didn't escape Sian's notice; it was as reassuring as Bridget hoped.

They stayed like that for a few minutes more. They didn't talk or do anything more than continue to hold each other.

In the other room, Don had managed to find a spot where he could see what was going on in the bedroom. He tried to make sure that he wasn't in the direct line of sight of either of them. If they were going to start making love again, he wanted to see it from the beginning. He was a little disappointed when it didn't get passionate. As time went on, he found himself becoming uncomfortable in spying on what was clearly an intimate moment. Finally the feeling of intruding got strong enough that he moved away and went back to watching the football game on the TV.

A few minutes later, Sian came out of the bedroom carrying her bag. Putting it down, she came over to Don. She had a smile on her face and he returned it.

"I think I will head home for a little while, Don. It will give you a little private time with Bridge. Thank you for everything. I really love the jersey!" She gave him a hug and a little kiss on the cheek. As they separated, she paused. There was a little look of embarrassment on her face as she spoke again. "And thank you for letting me have this time with Bridge. It meant a lot to me."

From the look on Don's face, he found it awkward too. He wasn't quite sure what to say. In the end he said, "You're welcome, Sian."

Sian nodded. "Merry Christmas, Don. See you later this afternoon."

"Later Sian and Merry Christmas to you too," he replied.

Grabbing her bag, Sian went to the door and left. She had already said goodbye to Bridget who was still in the bedroom. It was a painful moment for both of them and they didn't need to make it any harder.

Bridget didn't come right out of the bedroom after Sian was gone. She needed a short while by herself. Somehow Don sensed that and left her alone and just waited for her to come to him. The feeling of separation from Sian was still raw. Their connection was already strong, Bridget thought. It wasn't just the night of passionate love making. The bonds between them were newly built and continuing to grow. It occurred to Bridget that they seemed more intense than those with Don. It was a disconcerting thought and Bridget shied away from examining it. Instead she got up and went out to join Don.

She found him in front of the television watching the beginning of another bowl game. Coming up behind him, Bridget leaned over and wrapped her arms around him to give him a hug. She added a kiss to the cheek before letting go and coming around to sit on his lap. She tried not to examine the difference in how it felt to do that with him compared to Sian.

Not really interested in the game, Don turned off the television to avoid being distracted. He looked at Bridget with a little smile. "I hope it has been a Merry Christmas, Honey," he said. After a moment he chuckled. "I have to say it looked pretty merry."

Bridget felt her cheeks get red. Despite that being the plan, it was still weird to be reminded that he had watched her make love for the first time with Sian. It was as intimate a moment as Bridget would ever have with her and she did it in front of Don. Finally Bridget nodded and then said, "It has been wonderful, Don."

"Good," he replied. "I'm glad it was." He reached up and pulled out his locket. "You're in my heart too, Honey. Thank you for this." The smile on her face told him that it was the right thing to say.

"I'm so pleased you like it. I didn't know whether you would but I took a chance," Bridget said as she continued to smile. She gave him another little hug. She hesitated for a moment and then asked, "Was it what you were hoping for?"

Don looked at her and then nodded. "It was amazing, Honey. You were so passionate with Sian. It was unbelievably exciting." He looked away for a moment and then looked back. "I didn't realize that I could cum that many times," he said, sounding embarrassed. He looked away again but Bridget reached up and took his chin, turning his head back so that she could give him a kiss.

With her arms now behind his neck, Don and Bridget began to kiss. It slowly built in intensity but Bridget noticed that it wasn't reaching the degree of passion she had felt with Sian. It was like Don was holding back some. After a while, she pulled back and looked at him.

"Everything okay, Sweetie? I kind of thought you would want to make love after not getting to do anything," Bridget asked.

The embarrassed look came back on his face but even more so than before. "I would like to, Honey. It is just that I came so many times that I am finding it hard to get it up again." Don couldn't meet Bridget in the eyes.

"Oh Honey, it's okay. I understand. Do you want me to try and help?" Bridget reached down and began to softly rub Don's cock through his pants. She also began to kiss his neck. Normally both of those things would have been enough to get Don going but today neither one of them seemed to help.

Bridget wondered if talking about being with Sian would get him hard, but Bridget couldn't bring herself to do that. "It was our time," she thought to herself. Talking about it this way felt like it would somehow sully something that had been very special. "He can talk if he wants to but I'm not," she said to herself.

Instead Bridget started to whisper in Don's ear. "I can suck you off if you want. Would that get you all hard? Would you like me to take your cock in my mouth and give you a blowjob?"

Despite the best efforts on Bridget's part, Don was still not feeling any stirrings in his groin. In fact it was just making it worse. The more she tried and he failed; the more Don felt like he was letting Bridget down. Sian had given her an intense night of sexual highs and not only couldn't he match them, he couldn't do anything at all. The nagging thought made it even harder for him to get it up. He couldn't let go of it.

Finally Don just shook his head and said, "No, I told you. I'm just too worn out from last night." He didn't intend to say it as harsh as he did, but he didn't apologize either. He wished that Bridget had just let it alone. Irritation crept into his mood as well now.

For Bridget, Don's brusque attitude felt a bit like a slap in the face. The whole reason that the relationship with Sian had happened was because of Don's pushing her. Now she had finally fulfilled his fantasy and he was being a jerk. She was surprised that he couldn't get it up but she understood. She didn't have a good idea of how many times he shot off but it must have been a lot. It certainly didn't bother her. She only wanted to please him; she was satisfied already. It didn't occur to her that Don felt like he was failing her with his inability. He had gotten what he wanted.

Both of them moved slightly and the space between them widened. After a minute of awkward silence, Don picked up the remote again and flipped the game back on. Usually if they watched something together, Bridget would snuggle up with Don and he would put his arm around her. Today Don sat there with his arms crossed. Without physically moving his arm, there was no way Bridget could do that. She sat there watching but she didn't really care about either team. It would have been okay if Don wanted to cuddle. Without it, she quickly got bored.




It Didn't Work Out Ch. 07



When Bridget got up, Don glanced over at her but didn't say anything. His pride was still hurt. Even though he knew that he should do something, he just couldn't bring himself to make the gesture. The game caught his attention and he let himself get lost in it. That was easier than dealing with the issue.

After wandering about the kitchen for a few minutes, Bridget went into the bedroom to do a little cleaning up. By the time that got done, she needed to start getting dinner ready. Coming out, Bridget looked over at Don. He seemed engrossed in the game. She considered asking him to help but she didn't want his attitude ruining what had been a wonderful 24 hours. If he wanted to help, she thought, he would come without asking. Bridget continued on into the kitchen and went to work.

For a little while Don didn't hear Bridget in the kitchen. The combination of his irritation and watching the game made him oblivious to what was going on behind him. But gradually his touchiness started to fade away and he became aware of what Bridget was doing. He knew he should get up and help. He also began to try and figure out why he got mad at Bridget. "She was trying to be nice and make me feel like I wasn't left out," he thought. He realized he had behaved like a jerk, though he hated to admit it. Finally he sighed and heaved himself off the couch.

Coming up behind Bridget, Don put his arms around her and gave her a hug. For a moment she resisted but then she relaxed and pressed back against Don. Her arms came up to drape over his. "I'm sorry," Don said as he put his head against Bridget's.

Bridget turned her head and kissed him. "It is okay, Sweetie. I know it is all new and we are still working our way through things." Her hand cupped his cheek as she rested against him. "I am trying to make sure that you don't feel overlooked."

"I know you are and I appreciate it," Don told her. He was glad that she didn't bring up directly his failure to get an erection. To himself he thought, "Next time, I need to just have a little self-control so Bridget and I can have our own fun." He tried not to even think about his deepest wish which was that Bridget would convince Sian to let him participate with them. He gave Bridget another squeeze.

They stayed that way for a few minutes more and then disengaged so that they could work on dinner together. For a few minutes there was still a little stiffness between them but before long, it went away and they felt mostly normal. There were still moments when each of them recalled something about the last night and drifted off but it didn't last long. Neither one of them really noticed it when the other did it. Overall it was an enjoyable time that reconnected the two of them. They both took time to give each other kisses and hugs.

It was so nice that Don actually wished that they hadn't invited Sian to come back for dinner. Even though they weren't planning on Sian staying the night, he wished that he and Bridget could have the evening to themselves. Especially since he wasn't really horny, he was less interested in seeing the two of them together again, at least not today.

While Bridget enjoyed the time with Don, she was still looking forward to Sian's return. She loved being with Don but she loved being with Sian too. Especially during the week before Christmas, she often felt torn between them. The last 24 hours had been one of the few times when she could have both and she didn't have to make any choices between them. She appreciated it all the more knowing that after today it would get complicated again.

Bridget tried to put thoughts of the future out of her mind and just focus on today. Today she was happy.



It Didn't Work Out Ch. 08



This is the eighth of twelve chapters. To really understand it, you should read the previous chapters before reading this one. Once again, I want to thank my editor Terry for his valuable help! I hope you enjoy the story.

As Bridget looked back over the holiday season, the time seemed to be divided between highs and lows. Christmas had been a clear high point. Not only had she made love to Sian for the first time, but they were no longer dancing around their feelings. It was a little scary to have them out in the open but at least she knew that Sian felt the same way. Bridget felt like knowing that Sian loved her gave her a little bit of protection against being hurt.

She hoped that Sian thought the same thing, especially in the wake of one of the lows. With all of her planning for Christmas, Bridget hadn't given much thought about New Years and it hadn't gone well. Unlike Christmas where they could spend it together, it just wasn't possible to do that on New Year's Eve. She and Don had an invite to a party over at a neighbor's house but so did Sian. And Bridget couldn't go to both. She could only be with one person at midnight and in the end that was Don. It would have been impossible for Don to go to the neighborhood party without Bridget. It would have raised too many questions. Given a free choice Bridget would have rather gone with Sian but that meant Don being home alone on New Year's Eve.

Sian said she understood but it didn't stop it from hurting her. It was the first time in a while that Sian wasn't with the person she cared about on New Year's Eve. She went to her friend's party but she couldn't get Bridget's absence out of her mind. She ended up drinking a little too much and at midnight found herself alone in a bedroom feeling sorry for herself and wondering what she was doing. She started to write a text to Bridget asking that but deleted it before she sent it. Still the thought stayed in her mind and she was unable to dismiss it. It wasn't too long after midnight when Bridget sent her a text of her own. "I love you! Happy New Years! Wish I was there holding you close and giving you a kiss!" it said.

Sian tried to come up with a response but everything Sian wrote seemed to end up sounding forlorn. The last thing she wanted was Bridget pitying her. In the end, she just sent back "Love you too. Happy New Year!" Shortly after that, Sian called a cab and went home. Her phone buzzed a couple of times with text messages from Bridget during the ride but she didn't look at them until she got home. Once there Sian got ready for bed before reading the messages. One more had come through in the meantime.

"r u doing okay?

"my darling sian, you know i love you."

"sigh. i wish i was there with u! we'll talk in the morning i guess"

Sian looked at the messages. Bridget's worries were clearly coming through. After a moment's reflection, Sian realized that in refusing to answer she was being passive aggressive and that was something she hated. It was childish and would only hurt their relationship. She quickly typed a reply.

"sorry. was in cab coming home. i'm ok, just a little sad. i missed u. don't worry tho. really i am ok. Going to bed but see you tomorrow. i love u, bridge." She pressed send. Looking at the clock, she realized it was close to 1 AM. She hoped that they weren't in bed yet.

A few moments later Sian's phone buzzed again. "ok. missed you too. wish i was going to sleep with u" was Bridget's message.

Sian smiled briefly and then she put down the phone and slipped into bed. After flicking off the lights, she lay there. Despite of the number of drinks that she had had, her mind took a while to shut down. She picked up her phone and looked at the texts again. She felt a little better. Slowly she began to drift off into a restless sleep.

On New Year's Day, Bridget tried to make it up to Sian by spending the whole day with her and then staying the night. Don was going over to friends and watched football all day. He probably wouldn't even miss her until night. Bridget and Sian had a good time together but there were echoes from the night before. Both of them were a little jumpy and quieter than usual. Even when they were affectionate, there was the barrier of Bridget's promise not to go too far without Don being there. As much as she wanted to ignore it, Bridget felt obligated to stick to her promise.

As she thought back on the first, Bridget was glad that she spent the night. Even though they couldn't make love, it had been important in helping Sian understand how important she was to Bridget. Without Don around, Bridget hadn't felt constrained in expressing her feelings. While Sian hadn't said anything, Bridget was pretty sure that her choice to go with Don made Sian feel like she was a second priority to Bridget. She tried to make sure to let Sian know that wasn't the case and that she was just as important to her.

Even for Bridget, that had been a startling revelation. She wasn't sure when it had happened but she knew why. Part of it was a weakening of the ties to Don as he pushed her to fulfill his obsession and then allowed her to develop feelings for someone outside their marriage. Rather than protect their relationship, he had risked it.

The longer it went on, the more Bridget began to question how much he cared about their relationship compared to his desire to see lesbian sex. When they started with their fantasies, it had been a way to enhance their love life and connect more. But once the subject of lesbians had come up, that seemed to have been lost.

Even after he recovered from Christmas, he had not found it easy to make love to Bridget. He found that small nagging doubts kept getting in the way. Sometimes he wondered whether Bridget was comparing him to Sian while other times he couldn't get his failure on Christmas day out of his mind. Most of the time he had been able to ignore it and make love to Bridget but a few times he found that he couldn't maintain his erection. Each time it happened, Don dwelled on the problem and blew it up bigger in his mind which made the next time more difficult. And even though he tried not to, Don reacted by getting irritated and reflecting it back at Bridget.

The contrast to when Bridget was with Sian was stark. Because their time was limited and constrained, Sian appreciated any time that she got to spend with Bridget. Despite the frustrations of those limitations, Sian was able to keep them hidden and didn't let them get in the way of enjoying her time with Bridget. And she accepted the limitations without complaint. Sian knew what she was getting into when they started going out. As challenging as it could be, she had agreed to it. Sian also admitted to herself that she was so head over heels in love with Bridget that she took whatever she got.

Bridget hadn't yet talked about her feelings for Sian with Don; nor had she brought up whether he would accept allowing her to make love to Sian without him being there. It made her nervous to think about having the talk. Bridget just wasn't sure how Don would react. It was becoming increasingly important to her to have the talk. Without fully seeing it, Bridget was the one who was deciding the direction.

After having thought about it a lot, Bridget finally decided on a plan. She wanted Don's willing agreement. Don had begun pestering her again about having Sian over for another night. The only reason that it hadn't happened already was because of Sian's reluctance. It may be the price to pay for fully making love to Bridget, but she still didn't like doing it in front of Don. Still it had now been several weeks and Sian was willing to do it again. She wanted that unrestricted experience. Bridget thought that if they took a break in the middle after making love, which might be the best time possible to discuss altering the rules. This time, Bridget would insist that Sian be part of the discussion. Any agreement would have to be made by the three of them.

When Bridget was over at Sian's a couple of nights before, she asked Sian whether she would come over and spend the night. Sian missed the full intimacy they had on Christmas Eve, so it wasn't too hard to convince her during dinner.

"Darling," Bridget said with a smile after Sian had agreed. "You are so wonderful and have been so patient with me. I don't want you to think that I don't appreciate it or you!" She leaned over and gave Sian a little kiss. She loved the little happy sound that Sian made as the kiss ended.

"I know you do," Sian replied. "Don't worry about that."

"But it's important that I tell you. And I want to tell you that I'm planning on bringing up the ground rules when you come over. I want us to talk about them, especially the rule about only making love in front of Don. I know you don't like it. I don't like it either. I hope we can agree that sometimes we can do it without him." Bridget paused and watched Sian's reaction. She wasn't surprised but the grin on Sian's face was spectacular. It seemed to go from ear to ear. She reached out and pushed some hair away from Sian's face.

"My love, he might ask for something in return. In fact, I am pretty sure he will," Bridget said as she looked Sian in the eyes.

For a moment Sian wasn't sure exactly what Bridget was saying, then her eyes began to show understanding. "He is going to want to participate, isn't he?" she asked.

"At least sometimes, yes. But not with you, you know that. I would never ask or let him ask that. And I think he knows better in any case. Whatever he did, would be with me at the same time as you. I know it is the one thing that he really wants to do. He tries to hide it, but it is pretty obvious." Bridget was quiet as she watched Sian's reaction.

Initially Sian looked away. It wasn't that she was surprised. She knew at some point this was going to come up. But she still hadn't come to grips with how to respond. There was no question that she didn't like the idea. She had experimented with guys in her teens when she was figuring out her sexuality. It hadn't taken her long to know that she was truly lesbian and she never did anything with one again. She still had no interest. But deep down she knew it was more than that. Even though she knew that Bridget was married, she could still pretend that Bridget was hers as long as Don had been willing to stay in the background. She gave him that he had tried not to be intrusive and mostly succeeded. Sian hadn't found it hard to agree to that compromise.

This was different. Allowing Don to be part of their lovemaking would be a reminder that Bridget was his wife. To Sian, it felt like it would be throwing that fact in her face. She wasn't sure how hard that would be to take. At the same time, it would give her more time alone with Bridget.

"Who am I kidding?" she thought. "I would do anything for her. I'm going to give in, just like I always have." She sighed. A little bit of her disliked that willingness to give in for Bridget. Like always, Sian reminded herself that she went into this with her eyes wide open.

Looking back at Bridget, Sian nodded. "I understand. You know I would rather not but I understand."

Scooting her chair over, Bridget gave Sian a big hug. Her arms were tight around Sian and she held it for a long time. She felt the reassurance of Sian's arms "I love you, Sian. Thank you for everything you are doing for us," she said at last.

Moving her chair back, Sian made room for Bridget to side down on her lap. She loved the feeling of Bridget sitting like that with her arms around Sian's neck. Tilting her head back, Sian pursed her lips in an invitation that Bridget quickly accepted. Their kisses were light to start. Sian reached up and ran her fingers through Bridget's long blonde hair. Their lips caressed each other as they moved together. Liking the feeling of Sian's fingers behind her head, Bridget did the same to her lover. Then she began to nip at Sian's lips with her own. Capturing Sian's lower lip, Bridget pulled on it until it slipped from her grasp. She immediately did the same thing with the upper lip. Sucking on it a little harder so that she could pull on it longer, Bridget felt Sian's tongue flick out in a caress. As the lip slipped from between hers, Bridget kissed Sian again. When the tongue flicked out again, Bridget sucked it into her mouth. Sian slowly slid it in and out before finally pushing it in as far as she could into Bridget's mouth. She felt Bridget's tongue stroking her own and returned the caresses.

Sian felt Bridget shift her weight. For a moment she thought Bridget was going to stand up but instead she just readjusted to straddle Sian's legs facing her. As they continued to kiss, Bridget slipped her hand in between them. Bridget interpreted the ground rules differently for Sian. They weren't allowed to make love but nothing she had agreed to with Don prevented her from satisfying her girlfriend, in Bridget's view. It meant that Bridget often went home frustrated but it was a fair exchange in her mind.

They continued to kiss as Bridget pulled up Sian's t-shirt and ran her fingertips along Sian's belly. There was a little moan out of Sian. She obviously liked Bridget's touch. Reaching down further, Bridget undid the button on Sian's jeans. Pushing her fingers down into Sian's panties was enough for the zipper to completely unzip. She could feel how wet Sian was as she ran her fingers up and down.

"Do you like that, my darling Sian?" Bridget asked in between kisses.

"Oh God, yes! I love you touching me, Bridge!

"And this? Do you like this?" Bridget asked as her fingers slipped in between the wet petals of Sian's pussy. Slowly moving them up and down, she worked them deeper into the increasingly sopping slit. Her fingers were covered in Sian's nectar.

"Mmmmm, yes! That feels so good, Baby!" Sian was pushing her hips up against Bridget's fingers. She gasped loudly when she felt Bridget brush against her clit. But when there was no follow up, Sian gave a little whimper. Bridget just went back to the slow and almost maddening pace along the length of her slit. No longer just pushing her hips, Sian was now thrusting them up to increase the pressure on her pussy. When Bridget started to pull her fingers away, Sian hissed at her in mock anger. "Bitch!"

Despite her frustration, Sian loved how impish Bridget looked. Whenever Bridget teased her, she got the same sexy look. No matter how turned on she was, Sian always got more excited when she saw it. More than anything it was a raw expression of Bridget's desire for her. Fortunately about the time when Sian started to really get frustrated, Bridget could tell that she was reaching that point and pushed her fingers harder against Sian. When she reached Sian's opening, Bridget let her fingers slip inside Sian's pussy. At first she just moved them barely in and then brought them completely out so that she could run them up and down Sian's slit. Each time that Bridget entered her, she pushed her fingers deeper inside Sian. After doing that a few times, Bridget kept her fingers inside Sian. With each thrust, they went further into Sian's dripping wet pussy.

With Sian thrusting her hips so hard, Bridget felt like she was riding a bucking horse. Her other hand was wrapped around Sian's shoulders just so that she could stay on. Her hand there could feel Sian's body beginning to tense. At the same time, Sian's pussy was starting to squeeze down on Bridget's fingers inside of her. She moved her lips right next to Sian's ear.

"Are you going to cum, Darling? Are you going to cum all over my fingers? Is the way my fingers are fucking your pussy going to make you cum for me? Fuck my fingers, my love! Show me how much you love it when I fuck you with my fingers." She kept up a continual stream of dirty talk right in Sian's ear.

And the response was exactly what she expected. Sian threw back her head and screamed loudly as she began to orgasm. "I'm fucking cumming! Oh my fucking God, Bridge! Yes! Fuck meeeeeeee!" Her body was trashing back and forth. Bridget's fingers continued to thrust in and out of Sian's spasming pussy. As it peaked, Sian was no longer making any coherent sounds. She was just making grunts in time with the speed that Bridget was fucking her. Finally her whole body went rigid for almost ten seconds as she made a very high pitched squeal before she collapsed. This time both of them almost fell over but Bridget caught them just in time.

Cradling Sian in her arms, Bridget held her while she recovered. It didn't take long. Lifting her head off of Bridget's shoulder, Sian looked at her lover. She had a little grin on her face that slowly got bigger. Leaning forward, she gave Bridget a tender kiss.

"You make me so excited, Baby. I don't think anyone has made me as hot as you do," Sian said as she was still trying to get her breath back.

"I'm glad. I wouldn't want you to go looking for someone else!" Bridget said flashing her impish grin.

Reaching out to bat at Bridget, Sian emphatically told her, "I'm yours, Bridge. I want no one else!"

Moving her hands up into Sian's hair, Bridget gave her another kiss. "I know. I was just teasing you." At the same time, she didn't repeat what Sian said. Bridget knew it wasn't true and so would Sian if she tried saying it. But Sian's head was still a little foggy from cumming and she didn't notice.

The rest of the evening had just been the two of them cuddling and avoiding any further serious discussions. "It wasn't hard since neither one of us really wanted to think about it," Bridget thought as she remembered the other night. The last two days had flown by and Sian was due to arrive any time.

Bridget had paid a lot of attention to Don over the last couple of days to help make him feel better about where they were in their relationship. They had managed to make love one time, although it bothered Bridget a little how much he had needed her to talk about being with Sian. She wished that just being with her was enough. Still once he got going, their lovemaking had been good and she managed to cum at the same time that he did. Even the after time was nice. Don had held her and stroked her skin as they cuddled together.

The two of them were working on dinner when the doorbell rang. She exchanged a glance with Don. She was relieved to see him give her a smile. Wiping off her hands, she went to the door to greet Sian. Their hug turned into a kiss once the door was shut. Bridget was glad that Don was still in the kitchen because after not having seen Sian for a couple days, no one seeing it would fail to recognize the kiss as one of love. When it ended, they both just looked at each other as they embraced for another few seconds. Somewhat reluctantly Bridget stepped away from Sian and they both went into the kitchen.

Don came over and gave Sian a little hug of his own. She returned it and added a kiss to his cheek. Once again, Sian thought about how much easier this all would be if he was a jerk; but generally speaking Don was a nice guy. Knowing that Don appreciated good wine, she had stopped off on the way to pick up a bottle of red. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw what she brought.

"Wow Sian, this is supposed to be really good. Nice pick!" he said as he showed it to Bridget.

Sian blushed a little bit. "It's not me. I asked the guy at the store what was really good and he showed me a few. I thought you would like this one," she told Don.

The little interplay between Don and Sian made Bridget smile. She liked that they got along. It made things somewhat easier.

"We are almost done here. Let me just finish a few things. Don, maybe you could open the wine?" Bridget started to get busy again.

"What can I do?" Sian wanted to know.

"Could you set the table? That is the last thing that needs to be done," Bridget told her.




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Sian nodded and started to get things. She had been over a few times so she had a vague idea of where things were kept. It was a little bit of a scavenger hunt but before long she had the dining room table ready. It was just in time for Bridget to serve the pasta. Don brought over everything else including the wine. As the women were sitting down, he poured a glass for the three of them.

Once Don was seated, Sian lifted her glass and looked her two hosts. Her genuine smile helped relieve a little of Bridget's anxieties about the night. Sian seemed okay with being there. She cleared her throat a little before speaking. "I just wanted to make a little toast. To Bridget, the reason we are together," she said as her smile got a little bigger.

Don laughed and raised his glass as well. "To our lovely Bridget!" Although she didn't say anything, Bridget followed suit and raised her own glass before sipping from it. As soon as they were done with their first sip, Don complemented Sian again on the wine. She had really done a good job on picking it.

To start off with, the conversation was mostly about the dinner and what tasted especially good. Sian had gotten a glimpse of what Don had been making and remembered to praise him for those things. She too wanted Don to be feeling comfortable and in a good mood. Fortunately both Sian and Don liked each other so a nice dinner conversation wasn't hard to achieve. In fact they talked so much that dinner took over an hour before it was finished.

While Bridget and Sian cleared the table, Don got dessert out of the refrigerator. Crème brûlée was his signature dessert, mostly because he loved getting out his torch to caramelize the tops. Sian watched the process with fascination. Bridget added to the dessert by pouring some small glasses of dessert wine. When Sian tried hers, she smiled as the top made a nice cracking sound and the custard was extra creamy.

"This may be the best crème brûlée I have ever tasted, Don!" she said as she was finishing by scraping every little bit out of her ramekin.

"Yeah, it turned out pretty good today. I'm glad you liked it." Don was grinning. There was something particularly satisfying in impressing Sian.

They stayed seated at the table as they sipped their wine. There was something about Bridget that made Don look at her. While she had been fairly relaxed during dinner, she didn't seem that way now. He realized it was the way she was twirling her wine glass between her fingers. It was a nervous habit but one that only appeared when she was anxious about something.

"What's wrong, Honey?" Don asked her. As he did so, he looked over at Sian. She didn't seem particularly nervous but he got the sense that she knew why Bridget was. It seemed to be confirmed when Bridget glanced at Sian who nodded at her.

"Sweetie, before we do anything more tonight I wanted to talk about where we are in all this," Bridget said. Her nervousness was betrayed again by her slightly higher pitched voice. After a moment, she reached out with both hands so that she could hold both of her lovers' hands at the same time. She felt the little squeeze from Sian. It was just the reassurance that she needed. In contrast Don's hand just lay there in hers.

"Where we are?" Don asked. "I'm not sure I know what you mean."

Before saying anything more, Bridget took another sip of wine. "Don, you know when we got started, I told you that I couldn't do what you wanted unless I felt something about the woman I met. It's why I didn't want to do this." Bridget trailed off and looked over at Sian then back at Don.

The silence dragged on. Finally Don spoke up. "I told you it was okay, alright? I said I understood. And I do. I know you care about Sian." He paused for a second. "I haven't complained have I?"

"No, you haven't. Don, you have been great and let me do it my way. I'm not saying you've done anything wrong, Sweetie, so please don't think I'm unhappy with you." Bridget hoped that Don heard the sincerity in what she was saying. She took a deep breath. It would get harder from here. "I do care for Sian, Don. I warned you when you wanted me to do this. I care for and I love her. It doesn't change how I feel about you, but I am in love with her like I am in love with you, Sweetie. I wasn't looking to fall in love, but it was hard not to."

There was a sudden tightness in Don's chest, like his heart was being squeezed. He tried to talk but nothing came out. A thousand thoughts raced through his mind, all of them bad. Bridget was talking again and he tried to focus on what she was saying.

"Sweetie, I'm not saying I want to leave you or that I don't love you. I love you very much and I want to stay married." Her voice cracked as she spoke. She knew that Don might miss what she was trying to say and no matter how the discussion went, it was painful at this moment. She treasured the steady support she felt through Sian's fingers, but even more that Sian was silent and letting her deal with it. "Sweetie, I love you, okay?"

Nodding Don finally found his voice. It had a bitter quality. "So you don't want to leave me. What do you want then?" He couldn't bring himself to echo Bridget's profession of love just yet.

"I told you when this started that I wasn't going to lie to you. It's taken some time for me to feel comfortable with accepting my feelings but I couldn't keep this from you. It is a challenge for our relationship, I know, but it wouldn't be better if I hid this from you. The only way we can go forward is by being open about where we are," she told him. "At least, that is how I see it.

"I just want you to know, I am happy with you and with our marriage. I hope you know that, Sweetie," Bridget continued. She took another breath and looked over at Sian. "But Don, I need to talk about the ground rules. I want to modify number eight."

Don didn't need to ask which one that was. It was his payoff rule. He felt his temper start to rise. "You want to change the rule that lets me watch? That was the whole fucking point, Bridget." He would have gone on but he saw how his anger frightened Bridget. He took a long shaking breath in as he tried to gain control of himself.

"Only partially, Don. Will you please not get angry and just hear me out?" Don could hear the fear in Bridget's voice. He glanced over at Sian trying to gauge her reaction to this but 100% of her attention was focused on Bridget. It wasn't that she was ignoring him; Bridget was her concern.

"Fine," Don said in a calmer voice. "I'm trying, Bridget."

"Thank you, Sweetie. All I am saying is that I want you to be okay with me to sometimes making love with Sian when you are not there; not always, just sometimes." Bridget looked over at Sian. "It isn't just you and me, Sweetie. Sian has feelings too and occasionally she would like to be able to have time with me where we don't have to worry about restrictions on what we can and cannot do."

For the first time, Sian looked at him and spoke. "I would Don. I didn't mean for it to be this way. But you know Bridget. I mean you fell in love with her. You know how wonderful she is. I couldn't help myself either." Don found himself nodding. He could understand Sian, maybe better than he understood Bridget.

Bridget caught his attention again. "Sian and I have talked and she is willing to try bending on your participation, at least as far as I am concerned since she is a lesbian. We will have to see how it works out but sometimes we would like you to be part of our lovemaking. And one more thing, I know that you would like to see us when we are on a date. So maybe occasionally you can be there, like if we went to a movie."

Despite how he was feeling about the bombshell that Bridget had dropped, Don couldn't help feel a little surge of excitement when he heard her offer. It was the other part of his fantasy. And to go watch Bridget and Sian on a date had been a long standing wish. He tried not to get too distracted by these erotic images and to think instead about his marriage to Bridget. It suddenly dawned on him that Bridget was asking for this because her relationship with Sian had changed.

"Are you asking to have a permanent thing with Sian?" Don asked.

Bridget blushed at the question. Neither Sian nor she had really thought too far down the road. She reached over and pulled Sian closer and hugged her. "Don, I don't know. Sian and I haven't talked about permanent. I mean for now. Sweetie, this is all so new. None of us have been in this situation before. We are just trying to feel our way forward."

Don got up from the table and paced back and forth while he thought. It was an old habit for him. Bridget and Sian watched him in silence. He did it for a couple of minutes and then looked at Bridget before sitting down. He took a drink of his wine before speaking. "I'm still not sure how I feel about what you said about loving Sian. I have to think more about that. But right now, what you are fundamentally saying is that you will keep on spending a few nights over at Sian's like you are now but you may or may not make love there, even though I am not with you. And that when you make love, sometimes you may invite me to join in with Bridget. Oh, and there is the thing about dates. Sometimes it may be okay for me to be a voyeur on your date. Did I get the basics right?" Don was surprised at how calm he both felt and sounded as long as he focused just on the change to the ground rules.

"Yes, Sweetie. That is what I am suggesting," Bridget said. She was clearly still nervous that there was another explosion waiting to happen.

Looking over at Sian, Don asked her a question. "So far, it's been mostly Bridget talking. How do you feel about this?"

Sian met his gaze and was quiet for a second. There was a fine edge that they were walking between this going okay and it turning into something ugly. She also knew that Bridget didn't want her to cover up her feelings. "Don, it's hard for me too. I have never been in this situation. Honestly I am very nervous about you being with us." She smiled a little bit and then said, "It's not my fantasy, but I got into this with my eyes wide open. I love Bridge and I am willing to do those things that will make her happy, you know?"

Don nodded. He did know. He thought about how before tonight this had mostly been about his fantasy for him. He knew that Bridget was getting something out of it but he hadn't focused on that. Things had just radically shifted. His marriage was no longer as stable as he had assumed. A thought struck him. Still looking at Sian, he spoke again. "Sian, I'm sorry but I have to ask. Are you willing to share Bridget? I mean you are in love with her too. Can you share the woman you love?"

Sian knew what he was asking. He didn't directly ask whether she wanted to break up his marriage, but that was really what he meant. But just as he skirted the issue, she felt that she could skirt it in her answer while still being truthful. "Don, Bridge already said that this is too new for us to know what we want in the long run. And like I said, I knew that Bridge was happily married when we started to go out." She smiled again. "Maybe I didn't really know what I was getting into, but I understood that sharing her was part of the bargain. I don't get to decide that." There was a touch of wistfulness in her last sentence.

"I guess none of us really knew what we were getting into," Don said. "And things are not necessarily what we would want, but they are what they are." Not having really looked at Bridget and Sian's relationship before, he had missed that along with the good parts, Sian was experiencing a fair amount of pain from her choice. He felt bad that he hadn't considered that. Up until now, he hadn't felt a similar pain to help him with that realization but now he was getting a taste in the awareness that Bridget wasn't just his anymore.

Saying no to what Bridget was suggesting wasn't an option to Don any more than it had been for Sian. First, Don would get more of what he was looking for in his fantasy. He was honest enough with himself to know that was still a powerful motivation. Second, it really wasn't much of a change from where they were currently. But most importantly of all Don thought to himself, was that he didn't know what other option there was. What would happen if he told Bridget no? If he was to tell her that he wanted to stop sharing altogether, would she give up Sian? She had warned him when they started that once she felt enough to want to make love to someone, she might not be willing to let her go even if he asked. Even if he really wanted the fantasy to end, Don realized that he wasn't willing to risk it. He didn't know what would be her answer anymore.

"Alright, I can live with those changes. Bridget, we are going to have to talk when it is just the two of us." Don looked over at Sian and then continued. "Just like I am guessing that the two of you have talked." Sian nodded.

"Thank you, Sweetie. And yes, we need to talk too," Bridget said before getting up. She moved around to give him a hug. There was a momentary hesitation on his part but then his arms went around her and he returned it. Leaning over, Bridget softly kissed him. "I do love you, Don," she said as it ended. Looking over at Sian who was impassively watching, Bridget gave her an encouraging smile. "I'm glad it is out in the open. I hated knowing that I was hiding something, especially something as important as love." Bridget's words brought a slow smile to Sian's face. Letting go of Don, Bridget moved over to give Sian a hug and a similar kiss.

It was Don's turn to feel uncomfortable as he watched. In the past, it would have just been something to excite him and he didn't lie to himself that he didn't feel a stirring of desire as he watched. At the same time, there were some butterflies in his stomach. It was different now.

Bridget knew both of her lovers well enough that she was aware of the mixed feelings they both had. She kept both kisses and hugs short. And despite really wanting to sit down in Sian's lap, she went back to her own chair and sat down. In fact she still hadn't gotten everything off her chest. She looked at both of her lovers. "There is one more thing, and it is for both of you. It's a new ground rule and it isn't open to debate. I love you both and I am glad you both like each other, so that will help. But this isn't a contest and I am not a prize. I don't want the two of you competing for my affection. Believe me it will have the opposite effect of what you want." She stifled their protests before they could even get started. "I know that you both think you won't, but I am just warning you. I will call you on it."

Reaching out, she took both of their hands again. "I am not asking you to not be jealous. I know that will happen sometimes. I will try not to make it worse. But I don't want you trying to top one another with gifts, lovemaking, or anything else. It will just piss me off." She looked at Don and then at Sian. "Do you both understand?"

"I understand," Don said.

"Baby, I understand what you are saying but I need to just say one thing back," Sian answered. She didn't want to just agree and ignore the potential problems. "I totally get what you are saying, but you also need to look at this from our perspective. I'm as competitive an athlete as you are going to meet. And over the last couple of month of getting to know Don, I think he is a bit on the competitive side too. It's our natures to compete. I get why that isn't a good thing and I want to avoid it and so does Don. But don't judge us too harshly if we fall into that trap. Just remind us of what we are doing and we will correct, okay?"

Bridget laughed. "Okay, I see your point. I will try and keep you on the straight and narrow." She stopped laughing and became a little more serious. "But you know that it has the potential for crossing the line and hurting someone, so you both need to try." She looked at both of them until they both nodded their agreement one more time. She got up and went to the liquor cabinet and got Don's best scotch and three glasses. Love of good scotch was another thing that Don and Sian shared. Bridget was less fond of it so her glass ended up with the least amount in it. "To the revised agreement," Bridget light heartedly said as she raised her glass. After they had clinked each other's glasses, they all drank.

It was quiet as they enjoyed their scotch until Sian finally had to tell Don how much she liked it. That led to him showing her the bottle and a conversation about the variants. Bridget grinned as she listened to them talk. There were a fair number of similarities between them. She thought about how consistent she was in whom she liked, whether they were male or female. She was glad because it meant that they got along.

After listening to them for a while though Bridget started to get bored. Sian's chair was still a little closer to her than Don's and Bridget found it easy to put her hand on Sian's thigh. That got her a startled glance from Sian. She gave Sian her impish grin. Don was even more familiar with it than Sian. He stopped talking midstream and looked at her with an eyebrow raised.

"You both know I find listening to you two talk about scotch fascinating but I was thinking maybe there was something else we might do tonight," Bridget said in that sexy voice she had. Her fingers slid further down onto Sian's inner thigh. She began to softly stroke Sian. It hadn't been a fancy dinner so Sian had just come over wearing jeans. Bridget thought how much more teasing she could do if Sian was wearing a skirt. "Oh well," she thought. "There is still a lot I can do!"

Edging closer to Sian, Bridget gave her neck one little kiss. She looked over at Don to see him intently watching. She kissed Sian's long neck again. This time she nibbled just a little after the kiss.

"Mmmmm," Sian sighed as she tilted her head to the side to give Bridget better access. She did the same thing with her legs, opening her thighs wider. She was rewarded with the feeling of Bridget's hand expanding her caresses up higher.

Lifting her lips up from the little wet spot she had made on Sian's neck, Bridget smiled. There were the faintest traces of her teeth marks. With her other hand she reached out to cup Sian's breast. She began kneading it, feeling Sian's nipple hardening. When it felt like it was as hard as it could get, she cupped the other one and did the same thing. By then, her other hand had reached the apex of Sian's thighs. Bridget was applying gentle pressure there. She liked how she could feel Sian's growing excitement being betrayed by what her hips were doing.

"Let's move to the couch, Darling," Bridget told Sian. While this was fun, Bridget wanted Sian to be more visible to Don. Even though Sian didn't want him touching her, she had grown used to the idea of him seeing her and even desiring her. Sian understood that this was part of letting Don be more involved. At the same time as Bridget teased her, she would be teasing Don. It still made Sian a little uncomfortable but that was more than made up for by the combination of Bridget declaring her love in front of Don and the thought of getting unrestricted time with her. She felt the elation more than anything tonight.

As they all stood up, Bridget held out a hand for each of them. Together they walked into the living room. Bridget turned and pushed Sian gently down on to the couch. Looking at Don, she told him to sit in the chair at the corner of the couch. It was much closer than when he had been sitting in the bedroom, especially since she had positioned Sian at that end of the couch. Once they were both seated, Bridget went over to put on some music. There was an extra sway in her walk that attracted the attention of both Don and Sian. They had been sitting for so long they had both forgotten that she was wearing a short black pleated skirt that really accented the movement of her ass. For a top, she was wearing a white button up blouse that was just the decent side of being shear. There was a hint of her black bra underneath but no more than that. Don suddenly realized that she was wearing shoes. She almost never did that at home but tonight she was. They weren't just normal shoes either. They were a pair of black strappy four inch high heel sandals.




It Didn't Work Out Ch. 08



Neither Don nor Sian was familiar with the song that Bridget selected but it was a very rhythmic house music type song. Bridget didn't turn around as the music started. Her hips immediately picked up the beat. Her ass twitched in a way that guaranteed neither Sian nor Don could take their eyes off her. As she moved to the music, Bridget began to pull her blouse out from where it was tucked into her skirt. They could tell she was unbuttoning it from the bottom up. The tiniest bit of her bare back was exposed to them. The fact that it was so small in between the black skirt and white blouse made it all the more alluring. Both Sian and Don shifted slightly as they continued to watch. Stopping just below her breasts, Bridget pulled the corners of the blouse together and tied them together there.

Continuing to dance, Bridget slowly backed up to come a little closer. She began to dance more. Before it was just movement to the beat; now it was more fully becoming a dance that involved her entire body. Her hips were moving from side to side and her exposed midriff looked particularly narrow below the bunched up blouse. As the music changed, she planted her legs out a little wider and she slowly bent forward. The whole time her ass continued to bounce. The farther her head went down, the more her skirt was pulled up to expose her ass. Showing off her yoga flexibility, Bridget didn't stop until her head was almost brushing the floor. Don and Sian had an unobstructed view of her firm bottom. Bridget smiled as she heard an intake of breath. She wasn't sure who made it and didn't really care at that moment. She knew that they probably couldn't see the thin thong that was tightly embedded in between her cheeks. To them it appeared that she wasn't wearing panties.

Slowly starting to stand up, Bridget began to gyrate her hips in a wide circle. She felt the skirt sliding back down to cover her ass cheeks. She continued to dance with an increasing wildness that moved up from her hips through her torso, shoulders to her head. She reached up into her hair to pull of the head band that she had worn all evening. As she threw it to the side, her head lashed back and forth to toss her hair.

As her hips moved in a circle, Bridget slowly turned around to face her audience. She smiled again as she saw that she had their rapt attention. Her blouse was still buttoned at the top almost up to her neck. Slowly unbuttoning it, she loved how Sian licked her lips as her cleavage was revealed. Her push up bra made sure that it was impressive.

For the rest of that song, Bridget just kept dancing. She did a few things like bending over from the front this time and giving them an even better view of her breasts. As her body was parallel to the ground, her blouse gapped open and they could fully see her breasts held in her black bra. But she stayed frustratingly far away.

When the next song started, there wasn't the slightest hitch in Bridget's motions. She moved seamlessly from one to the next. Don and Sian exchanged a glance. She had clearly practiced for this. Now she began to inch forward. When the tempo suddenly changed, she was almost within arm's length; almost but not quite.

"You are such a tease," Sian said under her breath.

Undulating her hips towards Sian, Bridget had a big grin as she told her, "Takes one to know one." In time with the beat, Bridget changed the target of her moving hips from Sian to Don, alternating between them. From the bulge in Don's pants, she could tell he loved what she was doing. Lacking the one obvious sign with Sian, Bridget had to look a little closer. From the way Sian's lips parted and how she was breathing along with the way she was slightly squirming, Bridget figured it was getting to Sian too.

Once again Bridget bent over and gave them a look down her blouse. This time she wasn't tantalizingly out of reach. Her face was close enough that she gave Sian a hard kiss that didn't last long. As she straightened up, Bridget bit Sian's lower lips and pull on it gently. Just as it stretched almost enough to hurt, she let go. There was a wicked grin on Bridget's lips as she stood straight up. Slowly moving in a circle with hips gyrating, Bridget paused when she faced Don. She repeated bending over and kissed him this time. She didn't bite his lip and he tried to follow her kiss as she began to rise up. Putting her hand on his forehead, Bridget pushed him back into his chair. When she was standing up again, she made a tsk tsk gesture at him and danced away from both of them.

When she was back at the previous spot, Bridget again faced them as she danced. As the music changed to a slightly slower pace, she just began to rotate her hips. Every time the circle was closest to Don and Sian, she tilted her pelvis at them. Her skirt flew up and they caught a little glimpse of the front of her G-string. The front was a light pink, except for where her excitement was betrayed by a dark damp spot. But now she undid one more button of her blouse leaving only a single one holding it closed. The top of her black bra was now easily visible. Putting her fingers up to her mouth, Bridget sucked one in and slowly slid it in and out of her mouth. When it was very wet, she took it out and started to rub her left breast right above the edge of the bra. It left a trail that glistened in the low light. Sian thought that it must feel good to Bridget the way she closed her eyes as she was stroking her skin.

Even when Bridget's eyes opened, they were half-lidded with obvious lust. She took the ends of her blouse and undid the little knot. Then she reached up to undo that last button. Her audience craned their heads forward in expectation but Bridget held her blouse closed with her hands. Slowly beginning to rotate around again, she caressed her breasts as she did it. When she was facing away from then again, she opened up her blouse and looked over her shoulder at them. Once again she bent over with her legs spread wide. Now with her blouse hanging, her breasts were visible and she caressed them as they were.

The music changed again to a much more strident beat and she snapped her body upright. After slipping one arm out of the blouse, she whipped around to face them. The blouse was now completely off and she tossed it at Sian who reached out to snag it. Bridget got back into the music and just danced for Sian and Don. Now that the blouse was gone, they could see how her breasts bounced as she danced just as her ass did. It didn't matter that her body was firm, she was dancing too hard. She danced close but just as Sian reached out she moved back. When she did the same thing to Don, he didn't try to touch her. She rewarded him with a longer dance right in front of him. At one point she was bent over facing away from him with her ass almost in his face. When she turned around and he still hadn't touched her, she gave him a long French kiss. She tried again with Sian. This time she behaved and was rewarded with the kiss that went on much longer than Don's. Bridget's sexy body was so close that it took everything Sian had to stop herself from touching it.

As the kiss ended, Bridget began to dance with her hand running along the waistband of her skirt. Her fingertips slipped under it as she rotated in place. Slowly she danced forward. When she got close to Sian, Bridget showed her where the zipper was. Sian tugged on it a little cautiously but when it was clear that was what Bridget wanted, she unzipped it all the way. Holding it up, Bridget leaned over and gave Sian a thank you kiss. It didn't last as long but her tongue was even more active. The evil grin was back on her face as she danced away again.

Bridget faced Don and Sian as she began to slowly slip the skirt down over her hips and then her legs. The wet spot was no longer little and most of the fabric was a dark pink surrounded by a thin outline of light pink. When it could drop freely, Bridget let go. After stepping one foot out, she raised the other one and kicked it towards Don. The skirt landed in his lap.

Once again Bridget began to dance towards her two lovers. As she got close, she spoke for the first time. Her voice was husky and her excitement was clear. "Who wants a lap dance?" she asked.

"Oh fuck, I do," Sian said without delay.

Don was a second later than Sian. "I want that!"

"How about I give you both one?" Bridget said as she cupped her breasts and began to knead them. "It seems only fair."

Bridget moved forward to straddle Sian's legs and then sat down on her lap. Her body began to move against Sian's. Tilting her hips against Sian, Bridget ground her barely covered mound into Sian's belly. The scent of her dripping pussy began to hang heavily in the air. Bridget put her hands behind Sian's head and pulled it down into her cleavage as she shook her chest. Her breasts smacked against Sian's cheeks. With the no touching rule clearly off, Sian flicked her tongue out to lick and caresses Bridget's soft skin. She was rewarded with a gasp from Bridget. Her hands reached around Bridget to cup her ass and pull her closer. Bridget's grind began to get more desperate and she was pressing very hard against Sian. It seemed clear to Sian that Bridget was about to cum so she was shocked when Bridget ripped herself from her and stood up. Sian wasn't quite ready to let go.

For a minute or so Bridget danced in between Don and Sian but then she got in front of Don. Her body moved in an erotic sinuous motion as she turned around in front of him. Unlike with Sian, Bridget backed her way close to Don. Soon her ass was right in front of Don's face. She slowly lowered herself down into his lap. As Bridget began to brush against his pants, she felt his erection nestling between her butt cheeks. Her legs were strong enough that she didn't put her full weight down on his lap so she could move her ass back and forth to the music. It felt to Don like she was stroking his cock. He was still nervous about doing the wrong thing so his hands were on his thighs until Bridget took them and lifted them up to her breasts. She made it clear that she wanted him to caress her there. The more that Don played with Bridget's breasts the wilder she got in her gyrations on his lap. Don could feel his excitement rising. If Bridget didn't get up off of him, he was going to have a hard time not cumming.

"Honey, I'm going to cum," he whispered to her. He expected that she would get up but instead she giggled and pressed harder against him. She changed her motion to only be one of back and forth along his cock. Reaching back, she pressed the rest of her body against his and ran her hands through his hair. That was all he could take. "Oh fuck!" he yelled as he felt his dick began to spasm and shoot out his cum.

"Mmmmm," Bridget moaned as she felt his body shudder. She pressed down hard and caught his cock right between her cheeks. She could feel each time his cock shuddered and more cum came out. She kept rubbing against him until she couldn't feel it any more. When she stood up and turned around, she could see that his pants were wet from both her own sopping pussy and his own ejaculation. Her wicked evil smile came back as she leaned over and gave Don a long kiss. It wasn't as wild as some of the others since he was still recovering from his orgasm. Just as he was starting to get more into the kiss, she pulled away with a little teasing laugh.

Watching Bridget, Sian felt conflicted. On one hand there was no denying how exciting she was and Sian was extremely turned on. She hadn't cum yet but she was pretty sure that Bridget had something planned that would correct that. At the same time, it was hard to watch her interact with Don without feeling some degree of jealousy. She had known that Bridget would play with both of them but knowing it and seeing it were two different things. It was harder than she expected to accept the woman she loved satisfying someone else even if he was her husband. For the most part she was able to push it out of her mind but a little bit remained in a corner of her mind.

As she guessed, Bridget turned her attention back to Sian. The entire focus of Bridget's dance was now on Sian. Even when she turned around, Bridget kept her eyes on Sian's face. She moved slowly closer to Sian. When she got right in front of her, Bridget lightly kicked at one leg and then the other. Pick up on what she wanted, Sian spread her legs wide. Bridget moved forward a little and then slowly knelt down between Sian's legs. When she was on her knees, she leaned forward to rest her hands on Sian's thighs. She began to kiss Sian once again. It was a wild kiss that pressed Sian back into the couch. She could feel Bridget's thumbs sliding down between her thighs. Bridget began to push them up against the jeans and rubbing them up and down on the wet spot. The sound of a long moan came through the kiss.

Bridget loved it but she wasn't ready to let Sian cum. Lifting herself up, Bridget grabbed the bottom of Sian's top and began to pull it off Sian. She sensed the slightest hesitation in Sian and knew it was because of how close Don was. Bridget leaned forward so that she could put her lips beside the ear on the other side of Sian's head.

"My darling Sian, he won't touch you. I promise. Just focus on me and know that I love you," Bridget whispered. Looking into Sian's eyes, Bridget could see her acceptance. They kissed again but this time it was very loving. When it ended the look that was on Bridget's face was incredibly tender. Slowly Sian could see the tenderness disappearing and the sexiness returning. Before she went back to what she was doing, Bridget spoke again. "Now I am going to fuck you, sexy thing!" The raw lust in Bridget's voice was clear and Sian couldn't help the little shiver that ran through her body.

Once again Bridget began to take off Sian's top. This time there was no reluctance in Sian. She raised her arms to help Bridget. When it was off, Bridget threw it behind her. After giving Sian one more passionate kiss, Bridget began to make her way down over Sian's chin and down her neck. Her hands were back stroking Sian's mound through her jeans. As Bridget's lips passed over her collar bone, Sian began to find hard not to moan continuously at the same time as she was pushing her hips against Bridget's hands.

When one hand went away, Sian couldn't help whimpering. She was feeling so amazingly excited and she missed the extra contact. But then she felt the button on her jeans coming undone, followed by her zipper being undone. Bridget was ready for the next step. Grabbing hold of Sian's jeans, Bridget began to pull on them. There wasn't any delay before Sian raised her hips up off the couch to let Bridget have her way. They weren't particularly tight so they slid off without any difficulty. Once again Bridget threw them over her shoulder into the pile with Sian's top.

Now Sian was dressed in only her bra and panties. She felt a little embarrassed because Bridget was wearing some very sexy underwear and hers were just plain and functional. But when she saw how Bridget was looking at her, the embarrassment faded. Bridget had a way of looking at her that made Sian feel like she was the sexiest person on the planet. Bridget licked her lips and then got close again. She pulled on Sian's hips so that they slid forward against Bridget's belly. As she began to place kisses all over Sian's breasts, Bridget's belly moved up and down but always pressing hard. Sian's moans were becoming much louder.

She could feel Bridget's hands slipping behind her to undo her bra. Then with her teeth, Bridget pulled Sian's bra off. The feeling of her teeth scraping on Sian's skin brought out a groan from Sian. Bridget began to kiss and suck on Sian's nice conical breasts, pulling on both nipples with her lips. She paid attention to one and then moved on to the other. Sian's hands were both on the back of Bridget's head, just applying the slightest bit of additional pressure. In truth they were there because she loved touching Bridget.

The way Bridget was interspersing kisses and nibbles was starting to really excite Sian. She rocked her hips against Bridget's ever moving belly. The combination of the movements felt so good. "Oh, God Bridget. I love what you are doing to me!" she moaned. "Fuck I love you!"

When she heard Sian declare her love in the throes of passion, it brought a little wave of happiness to Bridget. In a corner of her mind, she knew Don was there listening in but it was no longer a problem. They had already been open with him about their feelings. No longer having to hide them made her able to hear it without any guilt. Bridget sucked one nipple into her mouth and held onto it as she lifted her head. The stretch sent a delicious feeling through Sian and her eyes closed until her nipple popped out of Bridget's mouth. Opening her eyes then Sian saw Bridget gazing at her. There was no hint of tease or impishness in the smile on Bridget's lips. "I love you too, Darling," Bridget told her before going back to playing with Sian's breasts.

Don watched the interplay between his wife and her lover. It was doing a good job of rousing him again. His cock wasn't completely hard but it was getting there. He couldn't believe what a sexual dynamo his wife was tonight. He remembered back to when they were first sharing fantasies and he had asked for a lap dance from her. The one she gave at that time was nothing in comparison to tonight. Over the last few months she had become more open to letting herself go and just enjoy playing the role without worrying about how she was supposed to behave.

At the same time, Don had to admit that listening to them affirm their love for one another was a little hard. Don was sure that his relationship with Bridget was basically solid, but the way Bridget's face lit up as Sian spoke disquieted him. He tried to dismiss it and just enjoy the moment.

It got easier as Sian became more and more preoccupied by what Bridget was doing. She had slipped her hand into Sian's panties and was slowly sliding her fingers up and down Sian's pussy. Her fingers were quickly becoming completely coated in slippery juices. Pulling them out, Bridget began caressing one of Sian's breasts so that it was soon wet too. Like a kitten, she then cleaned it off with little licks of her tongue. It was driving Sian crazy so Bridget did it again. This time she slid her fingers into Sian's pussy and slowly thrust them in and out. Sian's moaning got louder only to be cut off with a long groan when Bridget pulled her fingers back out and began to paint the other breast with Sian's pussy juice. As her fingers dragged across Sian's nipples, Bridget loved how Sian couldn't control a shiver running down her body. Rather than licking it all off, she began to suck Sian's breast into her mouth and then swirling her tongue around it. Bridget felt Sian's hands go into her hair and pulling her into her breast. It sparked a jolt of excitement of her own that went straight down to her pussy.

But Bridget wasn't quite ready to go any further. She had just a few more things to do first. She pulled back as she sucked hard. She felt Sian's breast slowly pulling free from her mouth and made sure to stroke the nipple the entire time with her tongue until it popped out. With her impish smile back on her face, she once again stood up. She couldn't help chuckling at the look that Sian gave her. Picking the beat back up, she danced over to Don.

From the bulge in his pants, Bridget thought her little display must have been enough to get him hard again. "Good," she thought to herself. She didn't want him to have any problems with that. It had the potential to ruin the night. Fortunately that thought wasn't even on Don's mind for once. Tonight he was more than excited enough.




It Didn't Work Out Ch. 08



This time she came towards him the same way as she had with Sian. She moved forward facing him and straddled his legs. It didn't have quite the same pressure on his cock but that was probably a good thing. She put her arms around Don's neck and gave him a long kiss. He ran his hands up and down Bridget's back in long caresses.

After the kiss end, Bridget looked at Don and spoke. "Take off my bra, Sweetie. I want my breasts free." She said it with a sultry voice while grinding her hips down on Don. It was only for a moment but it felt incredible to Don. As he reached behind Bridget, she leaned into him so that her breasts were brushing against his face. He made the assumption that if Sian could kiss Bridget's breasts so could he. He kissed and licked them while he undid her bra. Without thinking Don bit her bra as she started to pull back. He tugged on it and pulled it off of her.

Bridget smiled at him. That was exactly what she hoped he was going to do. "Just one more thing to come off," she said. It might have not been completely even but she wanted to give that to Sian. Don was going to get what he wanted most anyhow. She danced back over in front of Sian. With her breasts free, she made sure to move with a little more bounce to show them off. It was clear that Sian appreciated her effort. Rather than sitting on or straddling Sian's lap, this time Bridget put one foot on the couch beside Sian. Her leg pivoted wide and showed off her mound with its soaking wet covering. Pressing her hip forward a little, it was pulled tight against her pussy. Her pussy lips were clearly outlined for Sian's view. The sight made Sian lick her lips.

Reaching forward, Bridget put her hands on Sian's shoulder and stepped up onto the couch. Her legs formed an arch over Sian's legs. Standing up straight, Bridget moved forward. Sian's eyes were fixed straight ahead, watching as Bridget's pussy got closer. She felt Bridget's hand rest lightly on top of her head. As Bridget started to apply pressure to pull Sian's head forward, she spoke.

"Take them off with your teeth, Darling," Bridget told her. Both Sian and Don loved the soft sultry voice that Bridget was using. Neither one of them had any experience with strippers, but they both thought that this must be how they spoke.

Opening her mouth, Sian grasped the top of Bridget's G-string. The smell was heady. Even holding that little bit of fabric squeezed out some drops of her nectar into Sian's mouth. She rolled it around her mouth and savored the taste. As Sian began to try and pull down, she realized that she had caught a few of Bridget's pussy hairs in between her teeth. She was about to let go and try again when she heard a loud gasp from Bridget followed by a moan. Realizing it must be contributing to Bridget's excitement, Sian instead just kept pulling. The moan got louder as they were further pulled. As they slipped out, the moan faded away but the movement in Bridget's hips got stronger.

Once Sian had it pulled down below far enough, Bridget slid her hands down onto Sian's shoulder and then began to raise up one leg. Once again she was showing off her flexibility. With her weight supported, her leg lifted straight up and out of her G-string. Swinging it forward she laid it down on Sian's shoulder. Her pussy was now right in front of Sian's head. Her attention divided, Sian tried to look at Bridget's engorged pussy at the same time as she tried to pull down the G-string far enough that it would fall the rest of the way on its own. Finally she felt it come free and Sian released it from her mouth. She was immediately rewarded by Bridget pressing her pussy into Sian's face.

There was no hesitation in Sian. She immediate began to lick her lover's wet sopping mound. Her hands came up to grasp Bridget's ass and pull her even closer. It didn't take more than a few seconds to realize what Bridget had been hiding. All of this stripping had excited her to the point where she was close to cumming even without any stimulation. As Sian's tongue slithered up and down her pussy, Bridget was already crying out. Her body began to bend over the top of Sian's head.

"Yes, Sian. Oh fuck, right there. Yes! Yesssss!" Bridget cried out. She ground her face against Sian as Bridget felt Sian's tongue find her clit and begin to swirl around it. She let out a long string of incoherent noises before her body began to twitch as Bridget orgasmed hard. Holding on tight, Bridget tried to avoid falling as she felt the waves of pleasure roll over her body. As it built, the twitches became shudders. Fortunately Sian was holding on to Bridget as tightly as Bridget was to her so she never came close to falling over.

It was an incredibly intense orgasm but didn't last long. The awareness of her precarious position brought Bridget back down from her peak sooner than might otherwise have been the case. Bridget stayed curled around Sian's head for a little while as she slowly recovered. Then sliding down, she straddled one of Sian's legs. After looking lovingly into Sian's eyes, she gave her a kiss. Bridget loved the feeling of her own juices rubbing off on her face as the two women kissed. It felt very wanton and that was what she was going for tonight. As they began to get wilder again, Bridget began to cover Sian's face with kisses and licks to clean it up. Soon Sian was doing the same thing back to Bridget on the places where it had come off onto Bridget's face.

Finally when Bridget could find nothing more to lick up, she pulled back and looked at Sian. There was a fiery look of passion on Sian's face that made Bridget's pussy tingle. Once again using her sultry voice, she asked Sian, "Do you want me to lick your pussy, Sian? Do you want your little stripper to make you cum?"

"Yes," Sian breathed out. "Make me cum and I'll give you a big tip, Baby." She was getting into the role as much as Bridget was.

Glancing over at Don, Bridget saw that he had gotten completely undressed at some point while Sian was licking her pussy. He seemed to be a little nervous but she nodded at him, letting know it was okay. If he hadn't been undressed, she was going to tell him to do so anyhow. Turning back to Sian, Bridget leaned forward so that she could whisper into Sian's ear.

"Darling, I'm going to let Don be part of this while I lick you hot ... wet ... pussy. Just close your eyes and focus on what I'm doing. Okay?" Bridget spoke softly. After a moment's hesitation, Sian nodded. Bridget spoke again. "I love you, my darling Sian. Thank you for doing this. I will thank you more properly on our first night together alone."

"I love you too, Bridge." Sian didn't try and hide what she was saying. It was out there and while she didn't want to cause problems, she felt like she at last had permission to say how she felt without worrying too much about Don's feelings. She was still troubled by the idea of Don being part of their lovemaking but Bridget's little reminder helped her to keep in mind the reward.

In any case, she didn't need to worry. Don was too turned on by what the women had been doing to listen to what they were saying. He was so close to being able to be part of a threesome that it was the sole focus of his attention. There were two beautiful women making love to each other in front of him and soon he would be part of it. His cock was rigid and any sort of problem was wiped completely from his mind.

Don watched as Bridget slowly began to grind her hips against Sian's body. She picked up the beat and was dancing in Sian's lap while starting to kiss Sian's neck. While Sian was still very excited, she had lost a little bit with the reminder of Don. It didn't take much though for Bridget to drive any thoughts of Don out of her mind. As she moved down Sian's body, Bridget slid her hips back along Sian's leg. Her wet pussy left a trail and the friction helped fuel Bridget's own arousal. For once, Sian's attention was on her own pleasure and she didn't press her leg up to try and turn Bridget on more. It was the best way for Sian to get over Don being there. Bridget didn't mind. 

Bridget kept moving downward. She played with Sian's breasts but didn't spend too much time. Already excited, Sian didn't need it. Bridget could tell that further foreplay wasn't necessary. Sian wanted Bridget to take care of her pussy. As Bridget's hips reached the end of Sian's upper leg, she paused and slowly ground her pussy against Sian's knee. It felt so good and she could feel her excitement rise back up to close to where it had been before. But Bridget reminded herself that this was about her lovers more than anything else. She wanted it to be good for both Don and Sian.

Dropping down between Sian's leg's, Bridget looked over at Don. He seemed ready to go. His eagerness was also obvious. Sian too was clearly excited and wanted more. Bridget hesitated, not wanting to say something out loud and intrude on Sian's consciousness. Instead she just mouthed something to Don. "Get behind me and fuck me in a minute," she said without any sound. After a moment, Don nodded and began to get up to move behind Bridget.

Pushing Sian's legs wider, Bridget looked at the panties that Sian was still wearing. Even in the low light, there as a slight glistening that proved that they were obviously very wet. Bridget reached for them and started to pull them off. She loved how Sian's scent got stronger as she tugged on them. Keeping her eyes shut, Sian closed her legs so that Bridget could get them off her. Just as she done with all the other clothes, Bridget tossed them behind her; completely forgetting that she just told Don to get behind her. They hit him with a slight wet sound and then fell to the ground.

Don could feel the damp spot on his skin where it had left a trace. His cock throbbed and he had to restrain himself from starting to stroke it. He didn't want any chance that he could cum before fulfilling his fantasy. He watched as Bridget leaned forward to bring her face close to Sian's pussy. As she bent over, her hips came up and exposed her own pussy to Don. There was no doubt as to the moment that Bridget started to lick Sian's pussy. Don could see Sian's face begin to contort and her mouth dropped open. She put her hands in his wife's hair and helped her to find the best spot.

"Right there! You have it, Baby," Sian said in a hiss. She arched her back and thrust her pussy against Bridget's constantly moving tongue.

Getting down onto his knees, Don shuffled forward between Bridget's legs. Her pussy lips were all swollen and red from the attention they had already received. Her pussy was still clearly very wet. He moved a little bit further and felt the tip of his cock brush against the folds. Sliding it up and down, the head was quickly covered with Bridget's pussy juice. "I can't believe how wet she is," he thought. "I am just going to slide in all the way." He pressed his hips forward and tried. Just as he thought, Bridget's pussy was so coated with her juices that he had no problem in entering her. He could feel Bridget arch up her hips to let his cock go even deeper into her. Normally Don would just start fucking Bridget hard but this time he didn't want his thrusts to take away from what she was doing to Sian. Instead he began to slowly saw his cock in and out of Bridget. It still felt good to him and he was unlikely to quickly cum. He wanted to make this last.

For Bridget, it felt better that way. She wasn't ready for a hard fucking. A slow build up was what she was looking for tonight. She was doing something similar with Sian. To start with she was just kissing her inner thighs right next to Sian's pussy. Sometimes she would flick her tongue out to caress one petal and then the other. As she moved from one side to the other, she dragged her tongue. Sian let out a gasp as she felt it. The more that Bridget did that, the harder she would press as she slithered from one side to the other. Soon she was pushing into Sian's pussy; even it was just for a moment. Sian thrust her hips forward each time that Bridget did it, wanting the deepest possible penetration.

The fleeting nature of Bridget's thrusts was making Sian very excited but Bridget sensed that there was a little bit of frustration that was starting to grow. Her lover wanted more and Bridget wanted to satisfy that need. On the next pass when Sian ground her pussy against Bridget's face, she pressed harder against Sian and stretched her tongue out. Brushing it up and down, she tried to reach as deep as she could into the sopping wet pussy. The gasps from Sian became long moans. Starting slowly but building the pace, Bridget began to fuck her lover with her tongue. Each stroke inward was finished with Bridget swirling her tongue around deep inside Sian.

"Oh fucking God!" Sian cried out as she pulled Bridget's head toward her. Her hips were rising up and down in time with being fucked. Each time Bridget's constantly moving tongue hit spots that felt particularly good, she let out a long squeal. They were coming more frequently and growing in pitch.

Don watched how his wife was getting Sian off. The proof of how good she was at lesbian lovemaking was right in front of him. Sian's body was beginning to thrash back and forth as Bridget drove her ever higher. No longer needing to hold Bridget's head against her, Sian's hands were playing with her small breasts. She pulled on the nipples, twisting them back and forth a little. She seemed to be so oblivious to his presence that Don began to fuck Bridget a little harder.

While most of Bridget's attention was on pleasing Sian, she couldn't ignore the building pace of Don's thrusts into her pussy. Before her hips had remained still while he pushed into her. Now she was pushing back to meet him. She could feel the impact of his hips as he bottomed out in her. The gradual increase in tempo was perfect for how she was feeling. As Sian became more excited, she made more noise. The confirmation of how well Bridget was pleasing her drove Bridget's own excitement. As she got more turned on, the harder Bridget was thrusting back against Don. The increase in the force built in addition to the speed added to her excitement, but it also felt amazing to Don. He couldn't help fucking Bridget harder. At the start that would have been unwelcome but now it was exactly what she wanted. And the more turned on she was, the more frantically that Bridget was eating out Sian.

By now Don's thrusts were moving Bridget's body. Every thrust pushed her harder into Sian's pussy. A little part of Bridget's brain that was still thinking clearly recognized it. She didn't want Sian to connect the two things. After a moment she realized what to do. Bridget shifted her focus up a little higher. With Sian's pussy free, Bridget slid two fingers into Sian. Matching the pace with how she and Don were fucking, Bridget began to finger fuck Sian. She felt Sian plunging her hips down onto Bridget's fingers in the same rhythm.

"That's it, Baby! Fuck me like that!" Sian called out. "Oh God, you do that so well! I love it! I love it! You are going to make me cum!" Don could see that she was on the verge of cumming. He controlled his own speed a little so that he could be sure to see the orgasm that his wife was about to give her lover. Sian opened her mouth to start to speak but no words came out. Her lips moved for a moment then opened wide. With her back arching, Sian's head tilted back. He could hear her take in a huge gasp of air.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Sian screamed. It was long and dragged out. When she ran out of air, Sian sucked in another breath before doing it all over. Don watched as her body broke into a series of uncontrolled spasms. Although he wanted to keep watching, he was so excited that he couldn't help picking up the pace of how he was fucking Bridget. He started to pound into Bridget. The pressure built in him and he knew that he wasn't going to last much longer especially when Bridget was matching his pace and force.

Once again Bridget felt torn. Most of the time it was her emotions, but right now it was conflicting desires. She wanted to make sure that Sian's orgasm was a massive one. At the same time her needs were increasing. The more that Bridget wanted to cum, the harder it was to focus on continuing to lick Sian's pussy. While Don's thrusts into her would drive her face into Sian, Bridget was moving away as she pushed back into him. Her excitement was growing and she was having a hard time breathing after burying her face in Sian's pussy.

Eventually it was too much for Bridget. Don was slamming his cock fast and hard into her. Bridget was returning every thrust. She stopped trying to keep pleasuring Sian and just focused on her own pleasure. Even though it was Don fucking her, part of what was making her so excited was having Sian close to her. Bridget's nose was filled with the smell of Sian's pussy juice. It covered her face and neck as well as Sian's legs. And with every thrust, her head bounced against Sian's belly. She could feel Sian's skin touching her. Her breasts slid along Sian's thighs as she moved back and forth. Although Sian wasn't touching her, Bridget still felt like Sian was making love to her as much as Don.

Suddenly Bridget reared up as she felt her orgasm start. "Shit! I'm cumming! I'm cumming," she screamed before frantically sliding back and forth on the hard cock that was pounding into her. Don could feel her pussy start to clench and unclench his dick. It triggered his own orgasm. They came together with his cock spurting his cum deep into her. Bridget could feel it each time. It had been a long time since making love to Don had been this satisfying.

Even after Don stopped cumming, his cock remained hard enough to continue fucking Bridget until her orgasm finally ended. Once she stopped moving, he just pressed against her as hard as he could and let his cock slowly soften inside her. Bridget collapsed against Sian's body, gasping for breath.

As she recovered, Sian had watched as Don brought Bridget to orgasm. Other than holding Bridget's shoulders, she hadn't participated. She tried to keep her focus on Bridget's lovely face as it went through the emotions of her orgasm. Sian couldn't help being aware of Don's presence but she didn't want to have to acknowledge it. Even still she felt her heart being wrenched as Bridget was fucked by her husband until she came. As much as she tried to suppress the feeling of jealousy, she couldn't completely do it.

"What the hell am I doing," Sian thought. "Why am I torturing myself?" Even as the thought crossed her mind, she knew the answer. Her heart was so far lost to Bridget that she would do anything and accept whatever she was given. Knowing the truth didn't help how she felt. It just confirmed that she would live with it.

After another couple of minutes, Don felt his cock slip out of Bridget's pussy. As he shuffled backwards, he felt for the first time the ache of having been on his knees for so long on the floor. He struggled to his feet and massaged his knees to help reestablish the circulation there. His dangling cock was slick with the combination of his cum and Bridget's pussy juice.

Despite herself, Sian couldn't help looking. She watched as some of it dripped off onto the floor. Although she already knew it, it reminded her that Bridget's pussy was full of Don's cum. She made a little sigh that she hoped Bridget couldn't hear. After the wonderful orgasm that Bridget had given her, Sian would have loved to return the favor and make Bridget scream with passion. But as much as she wanted to do that, Sian couldn't bring herself to even consider doing it now. She had heard some people liked to that, but she wasn't one of them.

Was this what she expected or was it harder, Sian wondered for a moment. "Harder," she finally decided. Sian couldn't help but feel a slight twinge of self-doubt but then Bridget opened her eyes and looked up at her. The love that Bridget felt was clear in the way she looked at Sian and the uncertainty vanished so completely that after a few seconds Sian didn't even remember it had been there. She smiled and reached down to stroke Bridget's pretty face.




It Didn't Work Out Ch. 08



First Bridget turned her head to kiss the palm of Sian's hand, and then she lifted her body so that she could do the same thing to Sian's lips. Their kiss was exploratory as if they hadn't kissed before and were just discovering what it was like. When they broke apart, it was Bridget who now caressed Sian's face.

"Are you okay, my darling Sian?" she asked. Her concern about how Sian was handling the situation could be heard in her voice.

Knowing that Bridget understood went a long way to reassure Sian. She nodded. "You made me feel wonderful, Bridge. How could I not be okay?" Even if she wasn't completely okay, she didn't want to say it.

Bridget just looked into her eyes, trying to read her girlfriend's feelings. Finally she brushed her lips against Sian's. "I love you, Sian," she said with passion in her voice. "Just know that."

"I do, Baby," Sian said as she put her arms around Bridget and gave her a hug. With her head on Bridget's shoulder, Sian noticed that Don was missing. She looked around and realized he must have gone into the bedroom. Whether he was giving them some privacy or he just needed to go to the bathroom, Sian appreciated the time alone with Bridget. She hugged her again. It was comforting to hold her girlfriend without Don there to remind Sian that Bridget wasn't hers alone.

It didn't last long. Sian heard Don coming back into the room. He had on his robe, closed loosely around him. In one hand he had robes for both women and in the other a towel. Both of them looked at him as he came close.

"I thought you might like these," Don said with a smile. Though it was hard to look at Bridget without also looking at Sian's body, he did his best. Once again Sian was struck with the thought that despite it all, he was a pretty good guy. He understood that this had been difficult for her and he was trying to help make her comfortable as much as he could.

"That is very thoughtful, Don," Sian said.

Bridget got a very pleased smile on her face. When the two of most important people in her life were getting along it made her very happy. She stood up so that Sian could slip on her robe. "Thank you, Sweetie," she told Don and she gave him a kiss on the cheek. She patted at her pussy and legs before she put on her robe. Bridget would feel better about sitting on Sian's lap for a little cuddling if she cleaned herself up first. It didn't take long before she too was wearing her robe.

Don reached over and took the towel from Bridget's hand. He gave the two of them a little smile. "I'm going to go into the bedroom. I'll see you later?" he said with a little question in his voice at the end.

After first looking at Sian, Bridget smiled and nodded. "I think so. Thanks for giving us a little time." She took her place in Sian's lap and put her arms around Sian's neck. Bridget felt her heart beat a little faster as Sian's arms went around her and held her close. "Just being next to her excites me," Bridget thought. "Had it ever been that way with Don?" she wondered. It didn't seem like it to her.

Turning to face Sian, Bridget gave her a kiss that Sian quickly returned. For a few minutes, they were both lost in the kisses. There was both passion and love in the way they were kissing. Their hands stroked and wandered across their bodies in soft caresses as their kiss continued. Finally it slowed down and with deep contented sighs, they stopped and just rested against each other. They were quiet.

After a while, Bridget stirred and looked at Sian. "Darling, do you want to do anything more tonight? I will if you want but I am just as happy to go to sleep. It is up to you. I'm not sure if Don is up for another round. I kind of don't think so, but he would enjoy watching if you still want to make love some more."

Sian put her head against Bridget's chest and didn't say anything right away. Eventually she spoke without looking up at Bridget. She felt tested by the situation and didn't want to say the wrong thing. "I'm okay, Bridge. Don't take this wrong, but after he came in you ... I just don't think I can." Now she looked Bridget in the face. "You excite me so much and you made me cum very hard and I wish I felt like doing that to you right now, but I don't." Sian was surprised to feel like she was close to crying.

"Shhh," Bridget said comfortingly. She kissed Sian just under each eye before finishing with a light kiss on the lips. "It's okay. I understand. I thought you would feel that way but I wanted you to have the option." She thought for a moment. "Are you still okay with the three of us sleeping together in our bed?" The two of them had talked about sleeping arrangements earlier in the week. At the time Sian had felt that as long as Bridget was in the middle, it would be okay for the three of them to share a bed. "We can always kick Don out and into the spare bedroom," Bridget added.

"I think I am okay with it," Sian said in a quiet voice.

"How about we go in and the three of us take a shower together. Three will fit fine in there." Bridget smiled, "Although we have never tested that before." Sian smiled back as Bridget continued. "But we will just clean up, maybe a little kissing but nothing more. Then we can go to sleep feeling and smelling fresh."

"I think that would be nice. It would help me to sleep, especially not smelling it," Sian said, looking embarrassed. Girl sex had a particular smell; one that Sian liked. That was something she couldn't say about straight sex. Even showering with Don was preferable, and Sian admitted to herself that with how considerate Don had been, he was unlikely to do anything that bothered her.

"Okay, let's go get Don off the bed before he stinks it up," Bridget joked. Sian couldn't help but giggle. They stood up and walked hand in hand to the bedroom.



It Didn't Work Out Ch. 09



This is the ninth of twelve chapters. To really understand it, you should read the previous chapters before reading this one. Once again, I want to thank my editor Terry for his valuable help! I hope you enjoy the story.




It was much earlier than Don usually got home but he had gone in early to make sure that nothing held him up. He didn't want anything to mess up tonight. He was being allowed to watch Bridget and Sian on one of their dates. It was just about the only fantasy that he hadn't realized; at least the ones that were going to happen with Sian. When Bridget picked a total lesbian, it eliminated any chance that he would get to make love to two women at the same time. He wasn't sure he would have had the nerve to tell Bridget that particular fantasy anyhow.

Don thought about how he would have liked to go on earlier dates when Sian and Bridget were first going out. The idea of watching Bridget as her attraction grew was really what he had wanted to see. Now that Sian was her girlfriend, it wasn't quite the same thing. Still he was excited to see the two of them together.

He went into the bedroom and quickly changed into some nondescript clothing. He had picked it out the other day, immediately after Bridget told him he could go. She left to go meet Sian right after that so it was a perfect time to find what was essentially a disguise. The two of them were going to a large chain restaurant that had a small upper floor. With Don up there, he would have a view without it being easy for them to see him. As long as he wasn't immediately recognizable, Sian and Bridget thought they could successfully forget that he was there. And after they left, they would give him enough time to get to the movie theater ahead of them. With any luck and the dim light, they could avoid noticing him.

Of course both Sian and Bridget knew in the back of their minds that he would be around somewhere. Neither one of them brought it up. The less they thought about it, the easier the evening would be. Bridget was worried about Sian being bothered by having Don as a voyeur on their date. In truth that wasn't much of a concern for Sian. As with each time that she got with Bridget, Sian wanted to make sure that Bridget had the best time possible. She couldn't worry about what Don saw.

When Don was changed, he headed out without any delay. While Bridget was not planning on coming home, the timing was fairly tight and Don didn't want to be late. As was often the case when Bridget went out with Sian, they were going into the city. There was far less chance that Bridget would run into someone that she knew there than in the suburbs around where they lived. So he still had to make the trek into the city.

As it was, Don made good time getting into town and got to the restaurant right on schedule. He looked around to make sure that he didn't see Bridget or Sian before going inside. The hostess was an attractive young blonde and Don enjoyed watching her from behind as she led him to his table. Before sitting down, he looked over the edge at the main floor to make sure that the view was what he expected. It was. There were several tables open there and whichever one Bridget and Sian sat at, he would have a good view. He smiled at the hostess. "This will do nicely. Thank you," Don told her. When the waiter came, Don ordered a scotch and settled down to wait for the women to arrive. He didn't want to order dinner until after they were there.

After work Bridget had driven over to Sian's apartment. Since she didn't want to go home first, she brought some casual clothes to wear. This was dinner and a movie; neither one of them wanted to dress up. She took over the bathroom while Sian got ready in the bedroom. They each wanted to surprise the other with what they were wearing.

When Bridget came out, Sian looked over at her. "Oh Bridge, you look cute!" she said with a smile. She did. She had on a light blue pair of jeans with a pink and white striped long-sleeved V-necked t-shirt over a white cami. The jeans were worn through in a few strategic areas that would serve to tease Sian. As was often the case, she had worked hard to get her hair just right. Her face was perfectly framed by her curls. Unlike most of the time, Bridget decided to put the rest of her hair into a ponytail. Between that and the way she put on her makeup, Bridget looked quite a bit younger than normal. She hoped that it would give them a little spark of something different that might show through for Don.

The younger look didn't bother Sian. She reconciled herself with going out with someone much younger than she was early on in the relationship. It was Bridget that mattered, not how old she was or what she looked like. For herself, she was wearing a long sleeved shirt that was cut low under the arms so that the sleeves were quite loose-fitting. It had wide black, white and coffee colored stripes with a V-neck that showed a little more cleavage than normal. With Sian's tight black jeans, Bridget thought that Sian looked very beautiful. "You look fantastic," she told Sian as she came over and gave her a hug and a kiss.

"I'm glad you think so," Sian said with a smile after drawing out the kiss a little bit. "It makes me feel nice when you say things like that." She had a shy quality about her as she said it. Sian wasn't vain but her ex had never really complemented her much and it was one of the things that made Bridget special. Sian felt appreciated by her in lots of different ways.

Bridget nestled close to Sian. "That's how the person who loves you is supposed to make you feel, my darling Sian. It's how you make me feel too." That put a smile on Sian's face that made Bridget's heart feel like it was going to explode. It sometimes caught her by surprise when that feeling hit. The power of it was sometimes almost overwhelming. It helped her to know that despite all the challenges, taking the chance with Sian had been the absolute right thing to do.

"If you keep holding me like this Bridge, I'm going to find it hard not to take you back into the bedroom and we have places to be," Sian said with a smile. A little part of her wished they could just do that but she knew what they had to do. Yet another thing she had reconciled with herself. Bridget nodded and they released each other. Still as they went to get their coats, they held hands and then again as they walked to the car. They did it on the car ride into the city. Without that physical touch, both of them felt like something was missing.

Rather than going straight to the restaurant as they had discussed with Don, the two of them had decided to come in slightly earlier and stop for one drink first. More than Sian, Bridget wanted to have a little something that would help her with the setup for the night. "I just feel that if we haven't relaxed a bit before getting there, the first thing that I'm going to do is look around and try to find him. I think it would be easier if I can unwind with a drink before that," she had told Sian when they talked after working out together in the morning.

Sian was able to find parking without much trouble. As they walked to the restaurant, Bridget put her arm through Sian's. It hadn't taken her very long to get used to doing that. Sometimes it got them a few looks. When she first did it, the looks would sometimes make her feel nervous. She wasn't sure which was the biggest part of it; being with a woman or knowing that she was married. In any case, she soon got over it. Sian was so comfortable with who she was that Bridget didn't want to seem any less so. Now she almost never even noticed the glances. Not that they happened much. It was a pretty gay friendly city.

The bar they picked wasn't specifically a gay bar but it was one of those places that really didn't seem to care one way or the other so there were always at least a few groups made up of gay men and women there. It wasn't one of the hangouts that Sian frequented so it was unlikely that she would know anyone but it sometimes happened. This wasn't one of those times.

They found an empty table and snagged it. Scooting her chair over, Bridget sat right next to Sian so that she could put her hand on Sian's thigh while Sian put her arm around her. The waitress was a cute young woman but neither one of them really even noticed her as they ordered. Their attention was clearly on each other. It didn't take long for their drinks to arrive.

As they sipped, Sian looked over at Bridget. "What?" Bridget said with a smile. Sian looked a little uncomfortable. "Come on, what is it Sian? I can see you have something on your mind" Bridget told her.

"I was just wondering if you had given any thought to Valentine's Day. It's coming up soon and ..." Sian interrupted herself to take a swallow of her drink. "I just didn't know if we were going to be able to spend it together."

Caught up in everything that had been going on, Bridget hadn't even thought about that. Of course other than getting something for Don in the past, she never had worried about what to do on Valentine's Day since Don always made the plans. She recognized that this year it was a completely different situation. It was also infinitely more complicated. Without even asking Bridget knew that Don would be expecting to go out with her that night. Yet it was totally understandable for Sian to want to spend it with her too. Once again she thought about what a complicated life she had created.

"Oh Sian, I should've thought about it," Bridget told her lover as she squeezed Sian's hand. Beyond that she wasn't sure what she should say. But after reflecting for a moment, Bridget realized it wasn't that difficult. First, on New Year's Eve, Bridget had spent it with Don. Simply from a fairness standpoint, she should spend the next similar holiday with Sian. More importantly when Bridget thought about it, she had to be honest. She wanted to spend it with Sian. This was their first Valentine's Day together. It would mean something in a way that being with Don couldn't.

Looking at Sian, Bridget could tell that Sian wasn't going to ask her to spend it together. It wasn't her way to beg. She had offered her heart to Bridget with the hope that Bridget would treat her right. This was one of those moments where there was a right and wrong, at least as far as Bridget was concerned. What Don would think was likely to be different. Sian shifted nervously as she waited for Bridget to say something.

"My darling Sian, I want to spend it with you," Bridget said quietly. Then to emphasize that it was more than just her desire, Bridget spoke again with each word emphasized. "I am going to spend it with you, Sian." She loved how Sian's smile lit up her face.

"Thank you, Baby," Sian told her. She lifted Bridget's hand up to her lips and gave it a gentle kiss. She had been prepared for Bridget to tell her that she couldn't; that she had to spend it with Don. For Bridget to decide without even talking to Don helped make her feel that she really was important to Bridget. It wasn't like she didn't know that but it seemed like this type of relationship naturally tended to undercut her confidence. "I love you, Bridge," Sian said.

"And I love you, Sian. I love you very much!" Bridget was smiling too as she replied.

The doubts were temporarily banished from Sian's mind. Although she wanted to enjoy being with Bridget right then, Sian couldn't help but look forward to Valentine's Day. She wanted it to be a special evening. Up until now, her thoughts about it had been whether or not they could be together. Now she was on the spot and she immediately began to worry what they should do. She wondered whether or not Bridget had any expectations.

"Baby? Is there anything in particular you would like to do?" Sian asked Bridget. Her question caused a little half smile to cross Bridget's face. Sian thought she was particularly appealing with it, especially combined with the twinkling in her eyes.

"Nope! I will be happy just being with you," Bridget said, using her sultry voice. She knew she wasn't making it easy for Sian but she didn't think there was anything that she could do in any case. "You decide what to do and it'll be a wonderful surprise, no matter what."

Sian jokingly growled and then stuck her tongue out at Bridget. That caused Bridget's coy look to break up into laughter. "Sorry for not being more help, Sian," Bridget said as she brought her laughter under control. "I mean it though. I know you are going to put a lot of thought and consideration into it and that will make it great! But don't worry about it anymore. Let's just enjoy tonight, okay?"

"Alright, Bridge. We can enjoy tonight before I freak out tomorrow about Valentine's Day," Sian answered while she nodded in agreement.

They continued to talk and enjoy each other's company. As she finished her drink, Bridget could feel her tension starting to fade away. It was getting easier to just focus on a date with her girlfriend and forget that her husband was lurking somewhere to watch that date. It helped that she could feel Sian's hand idly stroking her thigh. Sian was careful not to do anything inappropriate. But at the same time, it was a constant reminder to Bridget of how Sian felt about her.

Glancing at her phone, Bridget realized that their reservation time was quickly approaching and that they should pay the bill. She waved down the waitress and handed her the cash to cover it. When Bridget told her to keep the change, she got a big smile from the waitress. It was a nice tip, especially since they had each just had one drink.

Who paid for what was one of those negotiation points that she and Sian often had when they decided what to do. Bridget made more money than Sian did but Sian didn't want her paying all the time. She was butch enough that she felt like she should be taking her girlfriend out. While Bridget liked that Sian wanted to do that, she was realistic too. Usually it wasn't too hard for them to find a compromise. Tonight Bridget was paying for the bar and the movies while Sian was going to pay for dinner.

Before getting up, Bridget put her arms around Sian's neck and gave her a long kiss. It was just restrained enough not to be noticed by anyone but she wanted to take advantage of the accepting atmosphere of the bar. There was nobody there who would be bothered by two women who were obviously in love even if they did notice. While it was unlikely that someone would say something at the restaurant, it wasn't outside the realm of possibility. For that reason, both Sian and Bridget would be a little more circumspect in how they behaved there. Right now Bridget was able to let go and just let the world know how she felt about Sian.

When the kiss ended, they both sat there and looked into each other's eyes. Although neither one of them acknowledged it consciously, it was also the last time tonight that they would be unobserved. Without realizing it, both wanted to extend the moment. Finally they put on their coats and went out.

As they approached the restaurant, Bridget felt her heartbeat pick up. Even with the drink, the awareness of Don's presence went from in the back of her mind to the front. Sian paused before opening the door and looked Bridget in the eye. She smiled lovingly. "You're with me, Bridge," Sian said to try and reassure her.

They were the right words. Bridget had said something similar to Don many times since that first date. Tonight it did the trick to remind her to focus on being with Sian and try not to allow Don to intrude on them. She gave Sian's arm a little squeeze. When Sian had the door open, she went inside with Sian close behind.

There was almost no wait before they were taken to their seat. It was the same hostess as had seated Don but neither one of them really noticed her. While they politely thanked her, they both only had eyes for each other. Even with the reminder from Sian that they were together, Bridget found it hard to ignore the thought that Don was somewhere. It was all she could do to stop herself from craning her neck to look around and try and find him.

It was easier for Sian. Her uneasiness with Don was really unrelated to his voyeuristic participation in their date. It was much more fundamental. Her love for Bridget left her no choice but to accept the situation. There was no alternative. If she could accept him not just watching them when they were making love but also participating, Don hiding somewhere and watching them in public was nothing.

The only thing that made Sian a little uneasy was that he would see just how happy Bridget was. She hoped that his fetish for watching them made him too excited to really pay attention to that. While Sian knew that someday a breaking point might come for him, she couldn't face that yet. Bridget had been married to Don for years. While she knew without any doubt that Bridget loved her, Sian was fairly certain that in the end she would be the one with the broken heart, not Don. Despite that, breaking it off was a thought that was far from her mind.

From his vantage point above them, Don spotted them as they were led to their table. Out of the several tables he could see, he lucked out when they were put at the one that had a good view and both women were facing away from him. He wondered whether or not one of them would try to spot him. While he was ready to pull back out of sight, he saw no sign of that and eventually relaxed.

While they walked in, Don noticed that how Bridget walked with Sian just barely behind her and to the side. Sian's hand was on the small of Bridget's back as they made their way to the table. Like when they had Christmas dinner together, Sian helped Bridget to be seated before taking her own place. Unlike that night, Sian had no competition. As Sian settled down into her chair, Bridget put her hand out so that Sian could hold it. Don wondered if she was doing that for him but the way it happened, it seemed like it was just natural for them. There was a little smile on Bridget's lips when Sian first took her hand. Even when the waiter came up to introduce himself, neither one of them let go. Bridget seemed very comfortable in being out with her girlfriend.

"I guess she has just gotten used to acting like a lesbian in public," Don thought as he took a drink from his water glass. Despite the fact that nothing had happened, Don could feel his cock hardening a bit. Glancing around, he put a hand under the table and surreptitiously adjusted himself so that it wouldn't be noticeable if he got up. He had on a long sleeved t-shirt that was a bit large on him and hung down well below his belt. Don had thought carefully before picking out the clothes.

When Bridget and Sian first got there, they talked less than Don expected. When he had been around them, the conversation just flowed. He couldn't tell from the distance, but they seemed to be a little tongue tied. Instead they both started looking at the menu. But that seemed to do the trick. Pretty soon they were talking back and forth about what to order. When the waiter brought their drinks, Sian clearly was asking him to explain some of the items on the menu. Don took that opportunity to flag his own waitress and give her his order. He wanted to be finished before they were so that he could get to the movie theater first.

When he looked back down, the waiter was gone and so were the menus. Bridget had moved a little closer to Sian and they were now chatting like usual. It took him a few minutes of watching to realize that Sian had switched the hand she had out. She was reaching across the table with her far hand now. Don looked more carefully and saw that she must have her other hand on Bridget's thigh.

"Wow, that is hot," Don thought. He would never have guessed that Bridget would be okay with being fondled in public like that. He pictured in his mind how Sian would be stroking Bridget's inner thigh and getting her all excited. It actually surprised him about Sian. She always seemed relatively reserved to him about being overly forward in public. Don knew that she was affectionate and not shy about showing that she cared for Bridget, but was more guarded about anything that intimate. "I must not know her as well as I thought."




It Didn't Work Out Ch. 09



Relatively often one or the other of them would move their head just a little closer together. It didn't last long and they never kissed, but no one seeing them would fail to recognize that they were a couple. Sian seemed to be able to get Bridget to laugh with very little effort. Every once in a while the bell-like tone of her laughter made its way all the way up to Don. It reminded him of how he hadn't heard that in a while when it was just the two of them. He felt a moment of wistful envy that Sian was making her feel that way. He thought that he would have to try a little harder to make sure that was part of Bridget's life with him too.

Before he really could finish that thought, Bridget leaned over and brushed her lips against Sian's. It was just a spontaneous little kiss that didn't last more than a half a second. For Don though, it was the first time he had seen his wife kiss a woman with other people around. He felt a surge of excitement pulse down to his dick. After getting a delighted smile, Sian leaned over and gave Bridget one back. This time it lasted just a little bit longer. They stopped there but Don could see the excited look in Bridget's eyes.

"Sian must really be getting to Bridget," Don thought. "She looks like she can hardly wait until they get in the dark at the theater." Unfortunately the waiter came to bring them their salads and Sian withdrew her hand from under the table and the two of them started to eat. Don sighed. "Just when things were getting good," he thought.

As it was, the timing wasn't bad. His own waitress was bringing his meal. He spent the next few minutes getting settled and starting to eat. When he looked back down, he saw that they had switched to wine. It was a red and Don wondered what Sian had ordered. He was sure it must be good. She was saying something to Bridget. When she finished, they touched their glasses together and took a drink. Sian's eyes closed for a second as she obviously savored the wine. Bridget's eyes, on the other hand, stayed open and fixed on Sian. She had a very tender look on her smiling face. When she put her wine down, she automatically reached her hand out. Just as automatically, Sian's hand opened to take it.

They continued to talk. Every once in a while, Bridget would let go of Sian's hand so that she could take a bite of her salad. Neither one of them were in a real hurry. There was still a lot of time before they had to be at the movie. They still had some salad left when their meals were brought out to them.

By now the conversation was very animated. This was more like what Don was used to when he had been around them. They clearly were having a great time together. It was different than when he was with them though, Don thought. Sian and Bridget were always careful to include him in their conversations. If she was just one of Bridget's friends, Don thought Sian would probably be his favorite. They shared more interests than was typical so they always had a good time talking. While Sian and Bridget might touch, it wasn't like this.

Tonight their focus was just on each other. It wasn't possible to hold hands while eating but still they managed to frequently touch. Sometimes in between bites, one of them would reach over and stroke the other's arm. That always got a smile; occasionally it got a return caress; and every once in a while, they would lightly kiss for just a moment. Neither one of them ever let it get out of hand. There was nothing sexual about what they were doing. If Don had eyes for anyone else in the restaurant, he would have noticed several other couples doing the same thing; straight couples. He did occasionally look around when they did it. No one seemed to even notice. It was no longer that unusual, even in a mainstream restaurant.

Despite the fact that what Sian and Bridget were doing was quite restrained and unnoticed by those around them, Don found it incredibly exciting. It was his wife kissing her lesbian lover in public! His cock was rock hard and he wished it was possible for him to stroke it. A little unsure that he wouldn't do it without even knowing it himself, Don kept his hands on the top of the table.

When Don finished his dinner, he ordered a scotch for dessert. He had the waitress bring the bill. He paid in cash and told her to keep the change. It was a much larger tip than normal to make up for occupying the table that long. She gave him a very big smile as she thanked him. For a moment, his attention was distracted from downstairs. She was awfully cute and he liked the way her eyes sparkled when she smiled. He idly wondered if he tried, whether or not he could get her phone number. Then he laughed at himself. "I'm a married man," he reminded himself as he returned his attention to his wife and her lover. Cheating on Bridget just wasn't in his make-up.

The two women were starting to get close to finishing their dinners. In fact it looked like Bridget was done. Her fork and knife were neatly laid across her plate and she had moved a little closer again to Sian. She was resting her head on Sian's shoulder as she watched Sian finish eating a few bites. It looked like Sian had her free hand back down under the table on Bridget's thigh. Don felt that surge of arousal again as he thought about how his wife was being felt up by her lover in public. He wondered how far Sian was going in teasing Bridget. Was her hand just on the inner thigh or had she moved it up so that she could run her fingers over Bridget's mound? From the way Bridget's eyes slowly closed with her head against Sian, Don guessed that Sian was pushing the envelope. He was sure of it when he saw Sian turn to look at Bridget and get a big smile.

When Sian put her fork down, Don realized that they were finishing. As much as he wanted to keep watching, it was time for him to head over to the theater. It was important to the whole night that he wasn't seen by either Bridget or Sian. He didn't want them to have any reminders that he was observing. It was more exciting to him that way. Don downed the rest of his scotch and then grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair. He slipped it on before he stood up. He was very aware of just how erect he was. His jacket would help hide that when he stood up. As he got to his feet, Don looked down one last time. Sian's hand was still between Bridget's legs. He wished he could watch to see how it ended. Hopefully there would be some action at the theater to make up for it. He turned and made his way towards the door.

It had been a nice evening so far, thought Bridget. Don wasn't anywhere on her mind. She and Sian had both enjoyed the food, even sharing it. Bridget loved putting some on her fork and putting it into Sian's mouth. Sian did it for her too, but Bridget liked to pretend that it was harder to do than it was. If she didn't get a little bit on Sian's face, Bridget was disappointed. She liked to watch Sian try and lick it off. Sian was too nice to try and do the same to her.

Now that dinner was done, Bridget was enjoying just sitting next to Sian. It felt reassuring to have Sian's hand on her thigh. It was just resting on the top of her leg, but it helped emphasize to Bridget that the two of them were a couple. No matter that they were two women; it was just a normal couple thing to do. She closed her eyes and made a happy little sigh.

At the sound of Bridget's sigh, Sian turned to look at her. She felt a smile spread across her face. Sian loved moments like this. It was just the two of them being together. Don didn't matter. Being gay in a straight world didn't matter either. As long as she could make Bridget sigh like that, Sian felt that they had a chance. She could ignore all the obstacles.

"That was really good," Bridget said as she lifted her head up off of Sian's shoulder. "I obviously picked the best thing on the menu," she said with a grin.

Sian sighed in a fake exasperated way. "We always want the same thing and I always let you get it, so of course it is the best thing. I get stuck with second best, if that!" They both giggled. It was a running joke with them and usually true. Bridget had a knack for picking the tastiest dish on the menu and it was often the same thing that Sian wanted. Always deferring to Bridget, Sian would pick out something else which wasn't quite as good. She didn't mind, but she liked to tease Bridget about it. What made it even funnier was that when Bridget did pick something else, she had yet to get a dish that she really liked.

As the giggles faded away, Bridget looked at Sian. The happy look from laughing stayed on her face and her eyes had a dreamy look. "I love you, my darling Sian," she softly said. "I always feel happy when we are together."

Sian felt a familiar intense feeling in her heart. It was hard to take a breath when she felt that. In so many ways, she had never been in a relationship like this. She had been in love before but she didn't think it had ever been this intense or this deep. Even though Bridget wasn't hers alone, Sian knew that she was totally Bridget's. There were moments when Bridget was with Don that were miserable, but never when they were together. Sian did her best to keep those bad moments private, hidden away from Bridget.

"Bridge, you make me happier than anyone has. Ever," Sian said in the same soft tone.

They sat there looking into each other eyes until they became aware of the waiter standing by their table. Sheepishly they both looked up at him. He had an understanding smile on his face.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but you mentioned that you needed to get out of here by 7:15 to make your movie. I brought the bill over because it is getting a little close to that," he told them.

Glancing at her phone, Sian realized that he was right. She pulled out her credit card and handed it to him. While he was running the card, she picked up her wine glass. They both had a little bit in it. Sian raised her glass to Bridget.

"To the best thing that has happened to me," Sian said and then touched her glass to Bridget's.

For a moment, Bridget was quiet. She thought about what Sian had said. As nice as it was, there was a small part of her that was sad. It tugged at her that Sian's best relationship was also one that was not fulltime. If Don had said it, Bridget would have just smiled and said thank you. Without even thinking about it, she might have echoed the sentiment. That triggered another thought. For which of them would it be true for her? It was to unnerving to go down that road. She tried to push the question out of her mind.

"Thank you, my Darling. I am so very lucky to have found you," Bridget finally said before drinking the last of her wine. If Sian noticed the delay, she gave no sign of it.

When the bill was paid, they got up and put on their coats. Unlike when they came in, they left holding hands. As they walked to the theater, Bridget's mind slipped into comparing being out with Don and with Sian. Don often wanted to touch her in ways that crossed the boundaries for being in public. What could be a simple caress would be pushed into something that was vaguely sexual. She endured it sometimes while other times she slapped his hand and told him to stop it. With Sian, she always seemed to know where to stop. There were times, like when they went dancing, when Bridget was willing to push her own borders. But when she was on a romantic dinner date, Bridget loved that Sian acted romantic. She didn't feel like Sian was trying to seduce her into bed all the time. She let them enjoy the moment.

It wasn't a long walk to the theater but it was a cold and damp night. It wasn't raining at the moment but the air was moist enough that the cold penetrated through their clothes. Bridget pushed closer to Sian who put her arm around Bridget. It helped a little bit for the cold. It did more for Bridget's romantic feelings. She turned to give Sian a little kiss on the cheek.

"Your nose is cold, Bridge!" Sian said with a little chuckle. "But I like any kisses from you!" Her arm tightened just a little around Bridget.

"I like whenever I can kiss you, Sian!" She looked wonderful to Sian. The cold made her cheeks rosy and her eyes were sparkling. Her curls were still framing Bridget's face. Sian was not so shallow as to get too hung up on beauty but she was still amazed at how she had found such a beautiful girlfriend.

Having gotten their tickets online, they just went into the theater when they got there. "Shall I get you some popcorn?" Sian asked Bridget. She smiled when Bridget got an embarrassed look on her face. She was a popcorn junkie. Even though they had just finished a nice meal, she would happily eat a tub of the stuff. Sian didn't love it as much but it was one of those moments when the little girl Bridget once was shone through. Sian always thought she looked cute when it happened. She laughed and said, "I will take that as a yes." Bridget nodded and gave Sian a little kiss.

Out of the corner of her eye, Sian got a glimpse of a guy looking at them. Usually when that happened, it was for one of two reasons. More often than not it was someone like Don who found the thought of two women together to be exciting. It was like they were moths drawn to the flame. It was always a little creepy but Sian had gotten used to it over the years. The other reason was when they were disgusted. From the way that he averted his eyes before Sian even looked at him, she was pretty sure that his reaction was the latter. It didn't happen too often. They were fortunate to live in an area that was more than tolerant. It was really gay-friendly. And Bridget had yet to experience an ugly scene. Thankful for that, Sian just tried to ignore him. At the same time, she didn't return Bridget's kiss. She had friends who would push it in a hater's face. That wasn't her. Sian preferred to avoid a possible confrontation, especially when she was with Bridget.

Bridget hadn't noticed the guy at all. She wasn't quite as attuned to it. She clung to Sian's arm and chatted away. She was excited to see the movie. It had been out a while and she was hoping they would get to see it before it left the theaters. Although she hadn't completely forgotten about Don being there, it was easy to just pay attention to Sian. And the more that she talked, the less likely that it was for Bridget to think about their being watched.

It became harder as they walked to the theater. In order to make sure that Don got a good view of them, they had agreed to sit in a certain area while Don would sit in the corner. Sian and Bridget knew exactly where Don was going to be sitting. As they went into the entrance of their screen, Sian felt Bridget's fingers tighten around hers. She put her lips right next to Bridget's.

"Just remember, you are with me," Sian told her in a whisper.

"I'm with you," was Bridget's reply. When they made the turn into the seating area, Bridget felt how tight her neck was. Picking out their seats in the right area, she kept her attention on them the whole way there. She would not allow herself to look over where Don must be. Even when turning to sit down, Bridget was careful to turn in a way that wouldn't make her face Don's corner. She sat down next to Sian who took the seat furthest in. Don had wanted to be able to see Bridget better so she needed to be the closer one.

Once seated, they snuggled together and Sian put her arm around Bridget. That earned her a little kiss on the cheek. Bridget reached over and took Sian's other hand in hers. She smiled at the reassuring squeeze that Sian gave her. Giving Sian another little kiss, Bridget said in her quiet voice, "I am with you, Darling."

"Yes you are, Baby," Sian said as she turned to Bridget to give her a little kiss. She too avoided looking up in the corner where Don was seated. She did however notice the man from before walking up to find a seat. He was with a woman. Sian assumed it was his wife. While Sian tried to ignore him, she saw him nudge the woman and point over at her and Bridget. Internally Sian made a little sigh. Turning away she just tried to concentrate on being with Bridget.

As the previews started to play, Don paid no attention to them. All of his attention was on Sian and Bridget. It wasn't a large theater so he had a pretty good view. Even as the lights started to come down, they were pretty well lit up from the screen. He could see how Bridget was snuggled up close to Sian. Most of the time, Sian's arm was just around Bridget's shoulder. But occasionally she reached up and stroked Bridget's neck. Every time that she did that, Bridget would turn with a smile. Sometimes she would kiss Sian's cheek while other times she would nuzzle her a little. At one point she whispered into Sian's ear and then Don could see her giggle while Sian gave her a little look. As she stopped laughing, they exchanged a brief kiss.

Don couldn't tell what they were doing with the hands that were in their laps but he had a good idea. From the way that Sian was touching Bridget in the restaurant where it was lighted, she must be willing to do more in the semi-privacy of a dark theater. The movie had been out long enough that it was only about a third full. There was no one in their row on the side closest to him and only two on the side further away. They were on the very end so Bridget and Sian had a fair amount of space.

Part way through the movie as Sian was lightly stroking Bridget's neck, Don saw his wife turn to look at Sian before moving to kiss her cheek again. At that moment, Sian turned to look at Bridget. Their lips met. It hadn't even been intended but once it started, the kiss continued. Her hand continued up behind Bridget's head and pulled her close. Don could see their mouths opening and tongues beginning to explore. They didn't seem aware of anything else. Their complete attention was on each other. Bridget's fingers were up on Sian's cheek, lightly holding her. She shifted slightly to make it easier to face Sian. As she did so, the long kiss ended but it was followed up by a series of shorter kisses. Each one ended with their lips lingering together. Finally the kiss just ended but they continued to look at each other. It was hard to see well but Don's imagination filled in the missing pieces for him. He felt his cock strain against his pants as he watched them look at each other with lust.

It was impossible but he wished that they could just start to make love right there. Don thought his cock would explode if he actually saw his wife give into her lesbian passions in public. As it was they turned back to watch the movie. They shifted again so that Bridget was cuddling up even closer to Sian with her head back on Sian's shoulder. For a long time, they didn't do anything else. Bridget had a smile on her face that didn't go away.

Even though Sian's hands were clearly in Bridget's lap, Don wondered if she was still playing with Bridget's mound. Maybe the thought of getting caught was too much for her and she decided to play it safe. He sighed. His hand was lightly rubbing his crotch but without anything to see, it wasn't quite the same. Hopefully there would be at least a little more action.

Unfortunately nothing more happened beyond a couple of small kisses. They didn't last long and seemed to just be affirming their feelings rather than building any passion. As the movie came to an end, Don was a little disappointed. He was also glad of his long shirt and jacket. While he hadn't cum, there was a spot on the front of his pants where his pre-cum had soaked through. As the lights came up, he carefully adjusted things so that it was covered up.

Bridget had enjoyed the movie. It was as good as the reviews led her to expect. One of the female stars was gorgeous and her costumes perfectly accented her body. There was a point early in the movie when it became clear just how much of her body the director was going to expose. Bridget had whispered a naughty suggestion about what she thought Sian would like to do to the actress. While Sian laughed, she responded that Bridget was the only person that she wanted to do that to. They had kissed and then went back to watching the movie. Being reminded of Sian's faithfulness to her gave Bridget mixed feelings. It felt wonderful of course that Sian cared so much for her but at the same time it bothered Bridget that she could never give her the same reassurance. Even when Don wasn't hovering on the edge, there was still another person in her life. Neither Sian nor Bridget could ever completely forget that.




It Didn't Work Out Ch. 09



For the most part, she had completely forgotten Don's presence. Rather than worry about it, Bridget just let herself have a normal date with Sian. She loved being together with Sian like this, as if they were just another couple. Having Sian's arm around her and holding Sian's hands in hers just felt right. It was an experience that just increased the bonds of love between them.

For a moment, thoughts of Don intruded. Bridget hoped he wasn't too disappointed. Neither one of them was very much into raunchy public displays of affection. Maybe they should have been willing to do more, but it would have felt forced and somehow wrong. Even the biggest thing that happened had been pretty restrained. Bridget smiled as she thought back to when Sian had turned what was supposed to be another kiss on the cheek into a long loving kiss. They forgot where they were for a little bit and just let go. In the end, both of them were a little excited but became aware again where they were. The kisses trailed off, becoming promises of what would come later. But Bridget also felt how strong Sian's love was for her. She hoped that she made Sian feel the same way.

As the lights came up in the theater, Bridget couldn't help herself. She gave Sian another kiss. Sian was a little hesitant in returning it with quite the same enthusiasm. There were times and places, especially as a lesbian couple. Over Bridget's shoulder, she could see the angry man pointing again at them and saying something to his wife. "Time to go," Sian thought.

Disentangling Bridget's arms from around her neck, Sian smiled at her and started to stand. Bridget looked a little surprised but she followed suit. As they stepped out into the aisle, Sian took a position behind Bridget. She hoped that they could quickly get out but someone in front was having a hard time getting out and the line quickly backed up. She felt the hair on the back on her head stand up. Without looking behind her, she was pretty sure that the angry guy was right behind her.

"Couple of perverted dykes," Sian heard him say. "Well God will judge them when they are dead and then they will go to hell where they belong." Sian sighed. With an all too familiar feeling, she locked her head and refused to turn around. While it wasn't right, looking back at him would only make it worse.

Unfortunately Bridget hadn't had to learn the same hard lessons. While she kept quiet, she couldn't help but look back at the angry voice that was saying such hate filled things. As she met his eyes, Bridget shrank back from the disgust she saw on his face.

"What are you looking at, dyke?" he almost spat at her. Sian could feel him jostle against her. They still were not moving yet. Sighing again, she turned around to face the man.

"Sir, we aren't doing anything and I would just ask that you leave us alone," Sian said calmly. She hoped that it wasn't going to get any worse but at some point she felt like she had to take a stand. And someone mouthing off to her girlfriend seemed like one of those times.

"Get away from us, pervert. And don't talk to us. I wasn't talking to you, just about you," he said with his voice rising. Other people were starting to look at him.

"If I could, you can be sure that I would get as far away from you as I could. But as you can see, we are all stuck here. So I would just appreciate it if you could leave us alone," Sian replied. Despite her best efforts, she could hear a little bit of her own anger coming through.

From where Don was, he could hear what was going on between the guy and Sian. Worried about Bridget, he started to move to intervene. He didn't want some bigot getting into a fight around her.

"I told you not to talk to us, bitch. You better stop or I'll make you," the guy said. He began move forward just a little.

"Listen bud, you better think about where you are. You start something and I will have a ton of witnesses to tell the police who is responsible. And in this city, I think in addition to assault you would most likely get charged with a hate crime. So think about it," Sian said as she stood her ground. "I don't want to fight. I just want to leave in peace with my girlfriend." She could feel Bridget pressing against her and reached a hand back to reassure her.

Sian felt someone step up beside her. It was an older man with his wife right behind him. "Just leave the ladies alone, mister. They did nothing to you," he said. Sian heard some voices behind her echo the sentiments.

Bridget looked over at the woman beside her. Her face was full of anger at the jerk facing down Sian. "I will be sure to tell the police how you started it and the slurs you used. So why don't you just shut your homophobic mouth," she yelled at the guy. Bridget smiled at her in appreciation. A little of the anger left the woman's face as she smiled back and reached over to reassuringly touch Bridget on the arm.

Faced with a sea of hostile faces, the angry man decided not to push any further. He stepped back a little. The hatred on his face didn't disappear though. "God will judge all," he said to his wife.

The woman who had spoken up was still staring at them. "You better hope not too harshly. If I remember right Jesus said, 'Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself.' I think the Lord will find you a little lacking in that kind of love." She looked at Sian and Bridget. "You two dears go on ahead. We will follow right behind." When she wasn't angry, she had a very sweet voice.

Don watched as Sian and Bridget made their way out of the theater. The older couple who had helped waited a moment with their eyes on the angry couple before starting out too. "I guess Sian doesn't really need my help in defending Bridget," he thought. As they turned to go down the hallway out of the theater, he could see Bridget looking at Sian while holding onto her arm. The admiration was clear to Don, so much that he missed the underlying love. "I guess Sian is going to be her hero for tonight," he thought to himself. If all went according to plan, he was likely to get to see Sian's reward. After checking again to make sure his little wet spot wasn't visible, he started to head out too.

When they had made their plans for the night, Bridget had told Don that she and Bridget might go get a drink before heading home. If so, it would be the bar that she and Sian went to earlier in the evening. Don hurried out of the cinema to see which way they were going. No matter where they were parked, the signal was east if they were going to the bar and west if they were going straight home. As he came out, he looked around. It didn't take him long to see the two of them slowly walking together. They were heading east. While there was a little disappointment that his own gratification would be delayed, he was excited that their date wasn't quite done. Maybe he would catch them doing a little bit more than he had so far.

Following along behind them, Don was careful to keep a consistent distance between them. He didn't want to make them aware that he was there. Obviously they probably guessed but keeping up the polite fiction was important to all of them. When they went into the bar, Don slowed down a little. He needed to give them time to find their spot before he went inside. He didn't know if he would be able to avoid being seen at that point. The plan was for them to get a spot towards the back and he would try and find a place with a view of them closer to the front.

As he entered into the bar, Don felt a wave of noise as well as heat. It was quite chilly outside and the warmth was welcome. He slowly made his way towards the crowded bar, swiveling his head to try and find his wife. As he was almost to the bar, he saw her up against the far wall sitting on Sian's lap. Fortunately someone had just vacated one of the bar stools and when he looked again, Don found that he had a pretty good view there of the two of them. Bridget was facing away from him so it was unlikely that she would see him. Sian might, if she wanted to look. With her attention fully focused on Bridget, Don didn't think that was very probable. He settled down at the bar and waited for the bartender to come over, keeping his eye on the two women.

As he waited to be served, Don could see that they were being much more openly affectionate in the bar. Bridget had an arm around Sian's neck while holding her drink in the other hand. Sian was quietly talking to her. She clearly had Bridget's complete attention. The hand that was on Bridget's thigh was slowly stroking her. Sian's fingertips were dipping down between Bridget's legs. From Don's vantage point, it looked like Bridget had parted her legs to allow Sian better access. He wasn't sure what they were discussing. It was interrupted by a number of hugs and a few kisses. Sometimes the kisses lasted a while. They didn't seem to be aware of the people around them. He couldn't see Bridget's face but Sian's was fairly animated.

"What can I get you?" the bartender asked Don, startling him a little bit. His mind had been fully occupied with his wife and her girlfriend.

"Uh, sorry," Don said as he looked at the bartender. Don looked at the taps and finally said, "How about an amber ale?"

"Sounds good! I'll have it for you in a moment," the bartender said with a big smile as he moved over to pour Don's glass. Don watched him fill it up, pouring off a little foam so that he got an almost full glass. When he stepped back, the bartender asked him if he wanted to run a tab.

"I'll just settle up now. I think it will be just this one for me," Don said with a smile. His smile slipped just a little when the bartender winked at him as he rang up Don's beer. While Don was familiar with flirting with women, he had never experienced it with a guy. He wasn't completely sure but he got the feeling that might be what was happening. He remembered Sian telling him that it was a gay friendly bar. He hadn't thought much about it at the time. Now he felt a little bit of discomfort come over him. Rather than getting out his credit card as he probably would have done, Don pulled out a ten dollar bill and put it down on the bar. "Keep it," he said as he picked up his beer and turned away from the bar.

"Thanks, dude," Don heard the bartender say behind him. He turned halfway to raise his glass for a second but didn't make eye contact.

"That isn't a fantasy that I would be looking to explore after we are done with Sian," Don thought to himself. A stray thought passed through his mind. "Hope that isn't a fantasy for Bridget!" He tried to shake it from his mind and looked back over at her.

Bridget and Sian were hugging each other again. When they separated, he didn't need to be a lip reader to know that Sian was saying that she loved Bridget. He watched as Bridget lifted up her hand to stroke Sian's cheek for a moment before she answered. He wished he could see her mouth but when she finished talking she leaned forward and kissed Sian again. This time the kiss was a deep one and lasted longer than any of the others. Don had a pretty good idea the gist of what Bridget had said. Unlike earlier at the restaurant and during the movie, Don didn't get that rush of excitement. Even across the bar, he could tell the depth of the feelings between Sian and his wife.

Once again, there was a sense of discomfort in his gut. Even though Bridget had been open about her feelings for Sian, Don figured that Bridget would be able to step away once they had explored their fantasy enough. All of a sudden he wondered if it would be that easy. How long was this likely to go on? He didn't have an answer. The feeling of discomfort got a little stronger. He tried to ignore it and just focus on watching the two of them as they cuddled. After a few minutes of watching them touch, the feeling of excitement started to come back and his discomfort retreated into the back of his mind.

They had been there a while and Don was starting to wonder how much longer Sian and Bridget were going to stay. Bridget's drink seemed to be almost done and it looked like Sian just had a soda water. Just as he was starting to relax and think that they would be done shortly, a woman came up to them. Bridget looked at her with surprise and delight on her face. Don watched as she jumped up and gave the woman a big hug. As soon as Bridget finished, Sian took her place hugging the woman. She reminded Don of Sian a little bit. They were about the same age but she was even more clearly a lesbian than Sian. He sighed. It probably meant that they were going to hang out here a while longer. Plus with a third party there, it was unlikely that Sian and Bridget were likely to be particularly affectionate. Even if they were, Don's view was now mostly blocked by the other woman. He sighed again as he finished off his ale.

Don thought about ordering another one but he knew he had to drive home. He was fine now but another drink would be too much. For a moment, he considered just asking for some water but that would mean talking with the bartender again. Slowly spinning the empty glass on the bar in his hand, he lost himself in thought. Finally he pushed the glass away and turned to go back to his car. Watching Bridget with one of her new lesbian friends wasn't the same thing as watching her with Sian. He didn't really want to think about Bridget having a whole life and friends separate from what she had with him. It was a little unnerving. He would rather just go home and wait for them to get there. "Hopefully they won't be too long," he thought.

It had been a total surprise to see Kate there. She had to entertain some clients from out of town and had just dropped them off at their hotel which wasn't too far. Since Liesl was visiting her mother for the weekend, she decided to just stop by the bar and have a drink. It had been a couple of weeks since Bridget had seen her so they were catching up.

In the back of Bridget's mind was the awareness that Don was probably watching them. She tried not to look around to see. Despite it being good to see Kate, Bridget had a feeling that after watching her with Sian all night Don was going to be frustrated if they spent too much time with her. Once more, she felt the conflicts that she had created for herself. Even though she tried to just enjoy talking with Kate, she couldn't get the distraction out of her mind. She wasn't sure but she thought that Sian might be having the same problem. Normally Sian chatted freely with Kate but tonight she was quieter.

After a little while, Kate started to pick up the strange vibe that was coming from both Sian and Bridget. They were obviously happy to see her but at the same time they seemed to be ill at ease. There was a degree of awkwardness that she hadn't noticed before any of the times that they were together. It made her wonder if everything was okay between them.

"I hope so," Kate thought. She really liked Bridget. More importantly she seemed like exactly what Sian needed. Kate worried about her friend. It wasn't easy for her to find someone with whom she could really connect. While Kate hated Sian's last ex-girlfriend, she had never found any of the women that Sian dated truly good enough for her best friend. When it came to Sian, Kate had high standards. So far Bridget met those standards better than anyone else; exceeded really. She would be very sad if things were not as good as Kate had thought.

If there was an opportunity to talk to Sian alone, Kate would have asked what was up. With Bridget there, Kate just didn't feel comfortable with digging. Even when Sian went to the women's room and left Bridget alone with her, Kate didn't ask anything to try find out what was going on. They just made some small talk while they wanted for Sian's return.

When Sian was back, she didn't take the chair back from Bridget. She looked down at Bridget and smiled. "We were just about to head out when you showed up, but I think we still need to get going. We've got some ... plans," Sian said giving it a meaningful pause. She laughed as Kate practically snorted her drink up her nose. "It's so easy to get you," Sian chortled.

"Yeah, well someday I'll get you back," Kate glared at Sian. Bridget got up and gave her a long hug that she returned.

"It was so nice to run into you, Kate. When you talk to Liesl, tell her that I missed seeing her too!" Bridget said with a smile.

"I will," Kate told her before turning to give Sian a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I'll call you, Sian. We haven't had enough time to talk lately. Let's get together," she said.

Sian's face was unreadable when she first looked back at Kate. After a few seconds it softened and she nodded. "I'd like that. I don't spend every waking moment with Bridget so I'm sure we can find a time. I'm around tomorrow."

"Hmmm, unfortunately these clients of mine are sticking around for the weekend and I got stuck with entertaining them and showing them around. I'll call when I have a little time tomorrow and we can pick a time and place," Kate told her friend. She still didn't know what it was, but Kate was even surer that her best friend needed to talk.

Sian reached out and squeezed Kate's hand. "Love you," she said with a smile.

"Love you too. Talk to you soon," Kate said a bit more seriously. Sian met Kate's eyes and nodded slightly before turning away to put her arm around Bridget as they walked out.

The first part of the ride back to Bridget's house was quiet. Sian was focused on driving and Bridget was thinking as she held Sian's hand. The silence was broken by Bridget as she looked over at Sian.

"You haven't told her about me being married, have you?" Bridget said in a quiet and calm voice. She felt Sian's hand tighten.

"No, Bridge. I haven't told anyone that. It isn't their business," Sian replied in a similar voice. Perhaps it was a little firmer. "It's our business, especially yours."

Bridget shifted so that she could lean over and kiss Sian on the cheek. "I love you, my darling Sian. I know you are trying to protect me, but I think you should tell Kate. You need to be able to talk to someone, Sian; someone who will look out for you. I try to, but how can I separate what I want from what is best for you? I love Kate and I hope she likes me, but she will just worry about you. My needs won't be her first priority. You need her, Sian." Bridget felt her eyes tear up just a little. She was sincere but at the same time the possible consequences terrified her.

Sian didn't say anything. Bridget knew her well enough not to be bothered by that. Sian often needed to think about something before speaking. It was one of her strengths that Bridget admired. Bridget leaned over and rested against Sian. The constant touch of their hands reassured Bridget.

Finally Sian spoke. "She'll hate it, Bridge. It's why I haven't talked to her. She won't hate you but she will hate the situation."

"I know," was Bridget's only answer.

It was a cold but clear night with the stars shining as they drove through the neighborhood. As they went by the park close to Bridget's house, Sian pulled over. It was their spot when they wanted a little privacy beforehand.

Once they were parked, Sian turned so that she could put her arms around Bridget, who turned to rest her back against Sian. It was an almost comfortable position in the front seat. The feeling of Sian resting her chin on the top of Bridget's head was reassuring for both of them.

"You know, I don't know if Don got what he was hoping for tonight," Sian said quietly after a moment. "I don't feel like we were particularly affectionate and certainly we never got playful." She paused and then quickly added, "Don't get me wrong! It was great. It was a wonderful date where I got to spend time with the woman I love. We kissed, held hands and snuggled, but I don't know if that was what he wanted. We just did what was natural for us."




It Didn't Work Out Ch. 09



"I don't know either, Sian." Bridget's voice had a harder edge to it. "Deep down, I don't really get why he wanted this. I'm his wife. You shouldn't want to watch your partner with someone else. In fact, it seems like it's even worse to want to see your wife on a date. I mean I can understand liking watching someone make love. It is a bit like watching a movie. And the threesome, well that is pretty understandable too. But all he saw tonight is really me being in love with you. How can he like that?" She shook her head.

"Bridge, you know my explanation," Sian said.

"Yes, he's an idiot," Bridget said. She said it in a bitter tone as she thought to herself, "Yes he is." She wasn't quite ready to agree out loud with Sian.

"That's right. Anyhow I was just thinking. I don't really feel like putting on a show for him," Sian replied. "I just want to make love to you. I know sometimes we have done stuff to try and turn him on, but can we just continue our date and make love as if he wasn't there?"

Twisting around, Bridget gave Sian a kiss on the cheek. "I'd like that too. We can just be like we are when we are home at your place."

Hearing Bridget refer to her apartment as home sent a wave of warmth through Sian. Not even fully aware of it, she tightened her arms around Bridget who sighed in happiness. They rested like that for a few minutes more before Sian restarted the car and they continued on to Bridget's house.

As they entered the house, it was quiet and there were only a few lights on. Bridget left the lights that way. Taking off their coats, the two of them made small talk about the evening. None of it was very consequential.

"Would you like a drink or a glass of wine," Bridget asked Sian.

"It's kind of late. Why don't we go to bed, Baby?" Sian replied as she held her hand out for Bridget. Nodding, Bridget took it and they walked to the bedroom.

In the bedroom, only one of the nightstand lights was on, and that was on low. It gave enough light to get around but not much more. Bridget noticed that the easy chair wasn't where it usually was. After a moment, she realized that Don must have moved it to the darkest spot in the room. For the only time that night, Bridget acknowledged his presence by looking towards where he must be. She raised her finger to her lips to make sure he knew to be quiet. Then she turned back and once again was just with Sian.

They went about getting ready for bed, the same way that she might have if it was her and Don coming back from having gone out. Sian slipped out for a moment to go to the guest room. She had given Bridget a little bag of essentials to keep there for any time she might spend the night. Sian was used to being there enough that she was completely comfortable with getting what she needed. When she came back in, Bridget was undressed and pulling on a shorty nightgown. Sian chuckled when Bridget held up the panties that went with it and made a show of putting it back in the drawer. Sian didn't have anything so fancy. She was just wearing a white tank top undershirt. It was loose and comfortable.

The two of them went into the bathroom together to wash their faces and brush their teeth. Following behind Sian, Bridget didn't bother to shut the door. They continued to talk, sometimes about the evening and sometimes about plans for tomorrow. It was Sian's second day off and typically Bridget spent Saturdays with Sian. There was a new exhibit at the art museum and they were thinking about going there. As they moved around the bathroom, they took time to touch and occasionally briefly kiss. It felt very much like when they were at Sian's place. They were both almost successful in forgetting that Don was watching them in the dark.

Sian finished before Bridget and rather than waiting for her to finish, Sian went into the bedroom. Going around to Don's side of the bed, she slipped into it as if it was the most natural thing. Even though Bridget had told her that she changed the sheets that morning, the scent of him was still faintly discernable. It was an unwelcome reminder of her situation. Sian closed her eyes and tried to focus on her feelings for Bridget. It wasn't perfect but it was better than anything she had experienced for so long. She hated thinking about it too much. It was too filled with contradictions. She felt like Bridget loved her without reservation, but at the same time she still loved Don too. Deep down Sian hoped that at some point Bridget would leave Don but Sian hated the idea of being a homewrecker. She loved that her friends had gotten to know Bridget and liked her but was bothered by the fact that she was concealing the true nature of their relationship.

That thought triggered another. What was she going to do with Kate? Sian hadn't been friends with her this long without knowing how she thought pretty well. Sian was fairly sure that Kate had picked up on something and was going to want to talk about it. Despite Bridget's suggestion that she talk to Kate, Sian knew that she wouldn't like what Kate had to say. Sian cut off that line of thought. Again she concentrated on Bridget and how happy she was when she was with Bridget.

There were a few last little noises in the bathroom and then Bridget was standing at the door, silhouetted by the light behind her. While she had removed all her makeup, she had obviously spent some effort at getting her hair back looking perfect. As she stepped into the bedroom and turned off the bathroom light, Sian could see that Bridget had also undone the top tie of her nightgown. Her cleavage was highlighted in the shadows cast by the single light.

"You look so lovely, Bridge," Sian softly said. From the smile on her face, those words were exactly what Bridget was hoping to hear. She wanted to be beautiful for her lover.

Bridget pulled the covers back and got into the bed next to Sian. Their arms slipped around each other. "Thank you, my Darling," Bridget said before giving Sian a little kiss. As it ended, Sian reached up and gently ran her fingers along Bridget's cheek. She was taking in every detail of Bridget's face. Her fingers slowly moved down and lightly brushed Bridget's full lips. As her finger passed the middle, Bridget pursed her lips and gave it a light kiss. Sian paused her finger's path for a moment. As Bridget's kiss finished, Sian continued. Her finger traced a line down Bridget's throat. As it got to the bottom, she felt a shiver run through Bridget's body and her head lifted to expose her neck. Sian replaced her finger with her lips.

"Oh Sian, yesssss!" Bridget whispered. Her own hands were busy too. One was lightly stroking Sian's back while the other was up in her hair. Bridget loved to run her fingers through Sian's hair when Sian was kissing her like that. There was a subtle communication between the two of them when she did it and it always seemed like Sian could tell exactly what felt best, how long to stay and when to move on to something else. It was something that Don had never gotten the hang of in all their years together.

Every action by Sian was slow and tantalizing. Bridget tried to anticipate them but most of the time Sian surprised her. When Sian kissed her, it seemed to Bridget that the kiss was going to last forever. She explored every part of Bridget's mouth and then invited Bridget to do the same to her own mouth. Bridget went from making tiny little sighs and moans to louder and more urgent ones. Her hands ranged freely all over Sian's back.

Rolling on top of Bridget, Sian settled in between her legs. Her belly pressed again Bridget's crotch, she could feel the gentle movements of Bridget's hips. Avoiding putting pressure back, Sian just continued to slowly build Bridget's excitement. And just getting Bridget excited was enough for Sian's own excitement to swell. Every time she did something that made Bridget coo, Sian got turned on even more. As Sian slowly played with Bridget, the covers slid down her back to gather at the small of her back.

In the darkness, Don watched as Sian made love to his wife. It seemed so different from the other times. It was exciting, he couldn't deny that. He was wearing his robe and his hard cock was sticking out with his hand moving up and down in a slow pace. He didn't want to cum too soon. But it wasn't quite as thrilling as other times. For one thing, he couldn't really see Bridget very much. He was almost directly straight back from the bed. Sian's body was blocking any view of his wife. He could hear how excited she was getting but other than her hand, nothing was visible.

As he watched, Don had to admire Sian's physique. She was more than just toned. She wasn't overly muscled, but her trapezoids and lats were extremely well defined. While she didn't have quite the ass as Bridget, it was unbelievably firm. He wished that the covers would fall down further so he could see it. It would also give him a better view of what she was doing.

Sian seemed to be moving up higher on Bridget's body. From what Don could tell, it looked like she had almost mounted his wife and was grinding against Bridget. Her well-muscled arms were holding her up and she was pressing down. It was clear that Bridget loved it. Her hands were under the covers, gripping Sian's ass. Don wished that he could move but he was afraid of disturbing them. Bridget had told him to keep quiet. From the way Sian's ass was moving, he was certain that Bridget was starting to thrust back hard enough to lift Sian up. As he heard both Sian and Bridget becoming more vocal and much louder, he started to stroke himself faster.

"Oh yes, right .... there!" Don heard Bridget moan out. "I feel you on my fucking clit, Sian!"

"I'm fucking you, Baby! Do you like it?"

"Oh God, Sian, yes! Fuck me!"

For a few moments, Don couldn't hear them say anything else. He thought Bridget might have been talking under her breath but it was too faint for him to pick up. Sian's moans were turning into grunts punctuating each thrust down against Bridget. Both of them were picking up speed.

Bridget let out a long squeal. "Oh Sian, I love you!" she cried out at the end of it. "I love you so fucking much!" She pulled her hands out from under the covers and wrapped them around Sian's neck. She pulled herself up so that she could passionately kiss Sian. Only able to hold herself that way for a short time, she fell back to the bed and began to thrust harder upward.

Sian was saying something. Again Don couldn't hear what was being said. He leaned forward. For a moment, he couldn't hear it; then it became clear. "I love you. I love you. I love you." Sian was chanting it like a little mantra.

Don's hand was moving fast and suddenly he lost control and felt his cock start to spurt out. He wasn't ready and it shot out to land a couple of feet in front of him. It was a long orgasm and he shot out more than he expected. He had been being good and cutting down on masturbating. It had been a few days. He leaned back against the chair, pumping his fist up and down as the waves of pleasure went through him. When it finished, he tried to regain his breath. His heart was racing.

As he watched the two women, Don realized something. It suddenly became apparent that tonight the way they were making love was incredibly similar to how he and Bridget would make love. After a moment, Don had to admit something else. It was how they used to make love. They were moving as a single unit, completely immersed in each other. Nothing outside the two of them existed. Even now, moments before they were about to climax, he could hear them saying that they loved each other.

Like a bath of ice cold water, Don felt a shock as he realized what a fool he had been. Bridget had warned him but he hadn't listened. Worse, Don had pushed her along. As he listened to the shrieks of their shared orgasm, he knew that Bridget didn't just love Sian. She had fallen deeply and completely in love with her lesbian lover who was just as in love with his wife. This time their cries of passion did nothing for him.

"Is it too late?" Don asked himself as he watched Sian slowly lower herself down so that she could kiss Bridget as their ecstatic moment slowly passed. Sian slid slightly onto her side so that she didn't put her full weight on his much smaller wife. Now he could see the tenderness as they gently kissed. Bridget's hair was wet from sweat and sticking to her forehead and cheeks. Sian brushed it away with feathery fingers. Even in the dim light, he could see how his wife's eyes closed at the touch. Don had to look away.

When he looked back, Don saw that they were starting to settle down and holding one another. Sian's body was partially resting on Bridget's. She reached down and pulled the covers up over both of them. With a sleepy smile on her lips, Sian leaned forward to give Bridget a little kiss that was lovingly returned. As it ended, Bridget reached over and turned off the light. The room faded into darkness.

Don sat there quietly with his hands on his head. Mostly he felt numb; numb and stupid. He couldn't be angry, except at himself. Bridget hadn't done anything wrong. Everything that had happened had been not only with his knowledge and consent but with his encouragement. She never would have done this without him. And despite the realization that Sian was a tremendous threat to his marriage, he couldn't be mad at her either. He liked her and even with her own fears and misgivings, she had somewhat unwillingly been drawn into this web he had weaved. She hadn't been looking to break up his marriage. Just like him, she had fallen for Bridget. He and Sian were enough alike that it was almost inevitable.

Once again, Don asked himself the same question. "Is it too late?" His mind seemed to spin in multiple directions at the same time. Slowly he brought order back to his thoughts. As he listened to the gentle sounds of Bridget and Sian sleeping, finally he answered honestly.

"I don't know."



It Didn't Work Out Ch. 10



This is the tenth of twelve chapters. To really understand it, you should read the previous chapters before reading this one. Once again, I want to thank my editor Terry for his valuable help! I hope you enjoy the story.

It was cold wet day following on one just like it. Bridget looked out the window. The overcast skies seemed to reflect her mood. Ever since Valentine's Day, the atmosphere at home had been dismal. It contrasted sharply with the times she spent with Sian. She sighed.

Even before she told Don that she was going to spend Valentine's Day with Sian, something seemed to have changed with him. His enthusiasm about her being with Sian had disappeared. He surprised her by not asking any questions or wanting to talk about the date he watched. When they woke the next morning, she and Sian were alone in her bedroom. Even when they got up to get some coffee and a little something to eat, Don didn't come out of the guest bedroom. Finally Bridget stuck her head in to say goodbye since she and Sian had a lot planned for the day but the room was dark from the curtains being closed and it looked like Don was still asleep. Backing out, she quietly shut the door and the two of them left.

When Bridget got home on Sunday morning after spending the night at Sian's, Don wasn't there. That was unusual too. He was typically waiting for her, eager to see her and eager to hear about her day and night with Sian. She was surprised at how nice the house looked. Since the pattern of her staying with Sian all Saturday had started, Bridget felt like Don had taken it as license to be a slob for a day. Typically that meant the two of them cleaned the house on Sundays. She didn't mind terribly since he didn't make a huge mess, most of the time. But that Sunday was different. Don not only didn't make a mess, he apparently had used his Saturday to do the normal weekly cleaning. When she went into the bedroom she realized he had done the laundry too. Her clothes were neatly folded and placed on her side of the bed for her to put away. He had already put his away.

Bridget busied herself with unpacking her things from the overnight stay at Sian's and then dealt with her clothes. She was just pouring herself a cup of coffee to drink while reading the newspaper when Don came in with some groceries.

"Hey Sweetie, there you are!" Bridget said with a smile. She went over and gave him a hug and a kiss as soon as his arms were free. With her arms around his neck, she looked at him as the kiss ended. "The house looks great! That was so nice of you to do all the cleaning yourself," she told him.

"It's no big deal, Honey. I know most of the mess is usually mine so I just decided to deal with it myself. Anyhow I was just thinking it might be nice to have some free time on a Sunday, rather than doing chores," Don said as he returned the smile.

"Well it is a big deal," Bridget said as the two of them disentangled. Don started to put away the groceries, leaving out just the things he needed to make them something for lunch. Bridget continued talking. "Honestly I wasn't looking forward to cleaning today. Sian and I went to the art museum like we talked about and we must have walked every foot of it." With her back to Don, Bridget missed the smile slip on his face a bit.

"Oh I hope you aren't too tired. I was thinking we could go to the waterfront and walk around before getting some dinner down there," Don said. "We haven't had a lot of time to do something together and I would really like that." His voice was hopeful and Bridget turned around to look at him. She really was fairly tired and her feet hurt a little from how far she walked on Saturday. At the same time, Bridget hated to let him down. Being in this three-way relationship had to be tough on him at times as much as it was on her and Sian.

"I guess we can do that, Sweetie. Just not too much, I don't think I can walk a really long way," Bridget said with a smile that was only slightly forced. She thought to herself that she could grin and bear it to make him happy.

Deciding to do something today reminded Bridget that she needed to talk about Valentine's Day with Don. She wondered if she should hold off talking about it until later. She didn't want to do anything to ruin their day together. On the other hand, it was less than a week. The longer she put it off the more likely it would be that Don set up something for them. The more that Bridget thought about it, the more she thought talking about it soon was best. At least then, she would have the time together today to help Don feel better. If she talked about it tonight, it might take away the nice feelings that she hoped they would get from spending the day together.

"Sweetie?" Bridget said as she put her coffee cup back down on the island.

"What is it, Honey?" Don said looking over at her from where he was putting the last of the groceries away.

"When Sian and I were out on Friday, we talked about what was going on for Valentine's Day. I hadn't really been thinking about it before but she had. And I'm guessing you have too." It was a somewhat safe statement to make. She was pretty sure Don wouldn't admit it if he hadn't yet thought about Valentine's Day.

"Of course, I'm looking forward to taking my Valentine out," Don said. His tone was light but his face showed a more troubled visage. His eyebrows drew together and little creases came at the ends of his mouth as his lips tightened.

"I know. That's why I wanted to talk about it now," Bridget said before pausing for a moment. She was unsure exactly how to tell him. She couldn't think of a gentle way to put it so she decided to just get it over with as fast as possible. "I want you to know that I am going to spend Valentine's with Sian." Don's face got stormier as he heard Bridget. She kept talking. "We spent New Year's together and, this is my first Valentine's Day with Sian. It's only fair."

Don just stared at Bridget. She saw him swallow. She could tell he was very angry from the look in his eyes. He didn't often get like that but she felt like his glare could start a fire from the sparks coming out of his eyes.

"Jesus, Bridget! I've been okay with you spending this much of your time with her. I think I have been supportive and done what we agreed to. But you and I are married. I'm sorry that it isn't fair all the time for her, but there are things that you do with your spouse. You spend your anniversary together. You go to New Year's parties together." Don stopped his angry torrent of words for a moment, and then he said very slowly, "And you spend fucking Valentine's Day with your fucking husband!" He slapped his hand down on the counter next to him.

Bridget felt the color drain from her face. She had expected him to be unhappy and maybe a little mad. But this was way beyond that. Don was furious. His face was screwed up and beet red. She was thankful that the island was between her and him. She didn't really think he would ever resort to violence but at that moment, she was glad there was a little space.

"You spend all the best time with her, which leaves only garbage time for the two of us. I get Sundays when usually we do housework, and you are often too tired to do anything else. And I get some weeknights. Did you even notice that the last two weeks, you have spent way more time with her than with me? And now she is going to get you for fucking Valentine's Day?" Don wasn't yelling but his tone was cold and biting.

"Sweetie, you knew what it meant..." Bridget started to try and say something.

"Yeah," Don interrupted her. "I fucking know I agreed to the fucking ground rules. I just thought that our marriage was going to mean more to you than it clearly does." After throwing that out at Bridget, he shut up and just glared at her.

Standing there, Bridget's mouth opened and closed without any noise coming out. She blinked as she tried to hold back the tears.

In the back of Don's head, he knew he wasn't being fair. He shared the responsibility with Bridget for where they were. But the discomfort with the situation had been slowly growing inside him, even though he had been ignoring it. It had just been simmering, barely noticeable. Friday night had changed things and now it was boiling over and he didn't care that he wasn't being fair.

Raising her hand up to her eyes, Bridget wiped away the few stray tears that had escaped. This was so far from how she thought this would go. She bit her lip a little as she looked away, trying to get her emotions under control. When she looked back, it was clear that she wasn't doing very well with that. Some more tears were running down her cheek.

"This was your idea, Don. I get that you are unhappy right now, but I didn't want to do this. You kept after me. I said no and no and no, but you didn't accept my answer. I told you what it would mean if I said yes." Bridget's voice was full of her pain. There were little sobs as she spoke.

"I love you, Sweetie. I do. You are my husband, and you are the man I love," Bridget said, wiping the tears away again. She only had a little mascara and eyeliner on but they were both now smearing under her eyes. "Just because I love Sian, doesn't mean I love you less. But I love her too."

As she said that, Bridget saw Don's face clench up with a new flash of anger. It was something completely new. There had been a few moments of jealousy but they passed quickly without any lingering resentment. Most of the time, she thought he had enjoyed hearing about her feelings for Sian, feeding into his fantasies.

"I can't change how I feel about her, Don." Bridget softly said. She looked at him. Her eyes still were shining with tears. "I told you that once things started, they wouldn't be controllable. Just like I can't change how I feel about you." She was quiet for a moment, then she turned away to walk back to the bedroom. As she left the kitchen, she looked back at Don. "You can do that though, Sweetie. How you treat me; you have the power to change how I feel about you."

Continuing to walk to the bedroom, Bridget used the palm of her hand to wipe off the last few tears. Before going inside, she turned around. "Don, I'm sorry but I am going out with Sian on Valentine's Day. It isn't open for discussion. We can talk about the division of time. You're right; maybe I'm not spending enough time with you. But I am going to spend Valentine's Day with Sian.

"I've changed my mind. I think that I need some time alone this afternoon," Bridget said and then went into the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

For a long time, Don just stood there staring at the door. His thoughts were a mixed up jumble of anger, regret, fright, and shock. He wasn't shocked at Bridget so much as at himself. Once he started to let go, he hadn't been able to control himself. All of his frustrations and emotions just came pouring out. He couldn't stop them. Don thought about what Bridget said about her feelings towards him. He had no doubt that Bridget was saying he had just damaged those feelings with his tirade. He turned and kicked one of the empty shopping bags standing up on the floor. It didn't fly far and it didn't feel very satisfying. 

From then until Valentine's Day, Bridget had maintained a somewhat reserved attitude towards Don. She was polite and they didn't have any further arguments about her going out with Sian, but she pulled back in her interactions. She did all the appropriate tokens of affection; hugs goodbye in the morning and kisses hello in the evening, and a kiss goodnight before turning off the lights. But they didn't go beyond that and there was rarely a true feeling of warmth to them. And Don didn't dare try to initiate making love. Two or three times in their relationship before she ever met Sian, Bridget had acted like this and he had learned to not make that mistake.

Don wasn't completely correct in his reading of Bridget. She was not so much angry as hurt. It wasn't about Valentine's Day for her. Don had pushed her into this despite all her warnings. And even then, she had been completely honest and open with him about her developing feelings for Sian right down to asking him if he wanted her to continue. Now it felt like this had come out of the blue and he was angry at her for doing what he convinced her to do. She felt like he owed her an apology for what amounted to an ambush. And so far, he hadn't given her one.

As Bridget sat on the couch and looked out at the grey day, she thought back to Valentine's Day and smiled. That had been a very bright spot for her. Sian had gotten a reservation at one of the hottest new restaurants in the city through a soccer team connection. The chef there played for a team that Sian occasionally helped out when they were a player short. After talking with the chef, Sian just left it up to the chef to come up with the meal. Sian had given her complete freedom to experiment and do whatever she wanted.

It had been a magical night. Bridget had worn a wonderfully fancy new dress she bought for the occasion and Sian had gotten a new women's suit. She had kept everything secret from Bridget so the entire night was one of surprise after surprise. After an amazing dinner where they were treated like royalty, Sian took Bridget out dancing at a ballroom that was playing swing tunes. It was in the gay district of the city so the vast majority of people there were gay.

When they were done dancing, Sian took Bridget to a little boutique hotel that had recently opened up. Again it was a soccer connection that helped her find out about a last minute cancellation. It was a long time before they went to sleep. Bridget showed her appreciation to Sian again and again.

Thinking back, Bridget tried not to compare what Sian did with Don taking her out the next night. For a Valentine's dinner with Don it was very nice. She liked that he was trying hard. She hadn't told him a thing about what she did with Sian and he hadn't asked. She enjoyed it and when they came home, she made love with him for the first time in a week. It almost felt like they were back close to where they were before. Only she knew that wasn't quite true. She still felt like he should apologize at some point for his tantrum.

Overall, the weeks that followed had been without the fireworks of that day. Don had been making an effort to be more attentive and she had adjusted the division of her time between her two lovers. Bridget sighed. She didn't want to try counting the number of times she had used the word fair over the last few weeks. Folding her arms on the top of the couch, Bridget put down her head. It seemed like fair meant everyone including her was a little unhappier.

Walking out of the room they used as a shared home office, Don looked over at Bridget. She hadn't noticed him coming out yet. She looked very melancholy, which wasn't unusual. He hoped that he could cheer her up with what he had been researching online. He went into the kitchen and made a couple of cups of her favorite herbal tea. He saw her look over at him as she heard the noises. She gave him a little smile.

Picking up both cups, Don wandered into the living room and sat down with Bridget. She picked up the tea and blew on it lightly for a moment. She smiled again. This time it had a little more warmth.

"Thanks, Sweetie. This is just the thing for a dreary day," she said as she looked back outside. It wasn't like her to get down from the weather but this year was different in so many ways. This was just one.

"I have something else that might be an antidote for dismal weather," Don said with a smile. He reached up and pulled a roll of paper that he had been carrying under his arm. It was a little wrinkled and he tried to smooth it as he put it down on the coffee table. Bridget looked down at it.

The first page was obviously an advertisement for a resort somewhere tropic. Taking another glance, Bridget realized it must be Hawaii. The resort was lovely and there were lots of pictures of sunny warm beaches. She looked up at Don with a quizzical expression on her face.

"I was thinking that we could go there next month. We both have a couple weeks of vacation and I calculated what it would cost for us to go there. It really isn't too bad and we would get two weeks of fun in the sun, away from all this. I think it would do us a world of good to get some time together away from all the distractions." Don smiled as he stopped talking.

Bridget looked down again. Her brain was moving very fast. It did look nice and she trusted Don when he said that they could afford it. He typically did a lot of research and would have been able to find the best deals. And she knew what he wanted out of the trip. It wasn't his fault that he was only able to see what he wanted, she thought. Her stomach felt unsettled all of a sudden. The last thing she wanted that day was a fight; and she frantically thought about how to talk to him without pushing his buttons. She didn't realize that she had closed her eyes, but Don did.

"Honey? What is it?" Don said. He wasn't even aware of how sharp the tone of his voice was.

Mentally Bridget shook her head. "There's no avoiding this, is there?" she thought to herself. She took another moment to think before looking at him.

"Don, this looks great. I think a couple of weeks in Hawaii would be fun," Bridget told him.

"But ..." Don said in that same way.

"Sweetie, I get two weeks of vacation all year. I haven't been there long enough to start earning more. If I go to Hawaii with you for two weeks, then ..." Bridget paused for a moment. She knew what she had to say and she also guessed the reaction. "... then I won't be able to go on vacation with Sian. I can't do that to her." She looked at him in the eyes. "I want to spend time like this with her too, just like I do with you. I want to be ..."

"Fair," Don finished the sentence for her. "Yeah, I've gotten that." He hadn't even really thought about that and he was kicking himself. He didn't want to fight either and he was struggling to not let his temper get the better of him. He leaned back against the back of the couch as he took a couple of deep breaths. "Honey, I just think it would be good for our marriage to have extended time together. Things needs some ... maintenance," he said quietly. If he could just focus on that then maybe he could keep it together, he thought.

Reaching out, Bridget put her hand on his. "I know. And I already told you I like the idea. And getting away for two weeks would be nice." A thought occurred to her and she blurted it out without thinking about it. As soon as she did, she realized it was a mistake.

"Maybe Sian could come along and stay on the other side of the resort. When she and I are together, you could do those things that I don't have interest in, like diving," Bridget trailed off as she saw Don's face lose its expression. "Oh shit," she thought.

"I so wasn't suggesting that you bring your lover on our romantic getaway vacation, Bridget!" Don said hotly. "What part of working on our marriage didn't you understand? How is that possible when the thing that is getting in between us is right there?" Don stopped talking and glared at Bridget.

His words stung Bridget. For the first time, Don had really put it out there that Sian was straining their marriage. Before she knew he thought that way but he hadn't said it to her. Bridget didn't need him to say it. She already knew it but she also didn't know what to do about it. But more than that, he was right that she hadn't even considered what he was trying to do with the vacation. He made an offer of something to help them and she had stepped on it. Bridget let out a long sigh. "Fuck," she thought. "Could I have screwed this up anymore?"

Looking up at Don, Bridget nodded. "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking."




It Didn't Work Out Ch. 10



"No. No you weren't," Don said as he got up and walked over to the kitchen table. He picked up the coat that was hung over the back of one of the chairs. "Jackson texted me that he was over at the pub playing pool and wanted to know if I'd join him. I told him no, but I think I have changed my mind." He started to put on his coat.

Bridget couldn't help herself. She started to cry. Her head hung forward and her hair obscured her face. Don just looked over at her. He didn't offer any words of comfort. A part of him wanted to but the hurt he felt from Bridget's reaction to his trying to set up a romantic getaway was too much. He started to walk to the door. "I'll be back later," he said.

Sniffling back the tears, Bridget raised her head. "I might go over to Sian's for a little bit," she said. "I want to talk to her."

"Yeah," was all Don said. He opened the door and walked out. The sound it made as it shut was solid. It seemed louder than normal. The house was quiet except for the soft sounds of Bridget crying.

After a little bit, Bridget pulled out her cell phone. She pressed the contact for Sian and waited for it to ring.

"Hi," Bridget said as she heard Sian answer.

"Hey Baby, what's up?"

"Um. Don and I had a fight," Bridget said. She hated the little shuddering in her voice betraying that she was still crying a little.

"Are you okay?" Sian asked. The concern in her voice was obvious. She didn't think that Don would hurt Bridget but she couldn't be sure.

"I'm fine. It was just more yelling. He left to go to the pub. Could I come over? I just would like to talk a little bit."

"Of course, Bridge. You know my home is yours. You can come over anytime. You don't need to ask. You have a key so even if I am not here, you can get in," Sian told her. "Are you coming over now?"

"Yeah," Bridget said. "I love you, Sian."

"I love you too. See you soon."

Bridget ended the call. She continued to sit there for a bit. Finally she forced herself to get up and went and put on her coat, and went out to her car.

When she knocked on the door of Sian's apartment, Sian opened it right way. She clearly had been waiting. Bridget immediately went into Sian's open arms. Sian's long hug helped to restore some of Bridget's frame of mind. As the hug ended, she gave Sian a soft kiss.

"Thank you for being here, Sian," Bridget told her as Sian gave her another hug.

"Of course," Sian said as she led Bridget over to her sofa where the two of them could sit down. Unlike with Don, Bridget sat down on Sian's lap and felt her lover's arms wrap around her again. It was very reassuring.

After a few minutes of quiet, Sian quietly asked. "What happened?"

"I was stupid, that's what. Don planned out this vacation in Hawaii. He wants us to get away; you know to work on our relationship. And without thinking I suggested that you could come on it," Bridget said with her head on Sian's shoulder. From her angle, she missed the expression on Sian's face. "I was just thinking that I only have two weeks of vacation and some of that I wanted to be with you. He didn't like the idea." Bridget sighed. "And I get why."

For a long moment, Sian was quiet. She tried not to get dragged into things that happened between Bridget and Don. She just didn't think that it was likely to go well if she did. She gave Bridget support but didn't want to try and tell Bridget what to do. But this seemed different to her and despite that Bridget might not like it, Sian felt like she had to tell Bridget what she thought.

"Baby, I'm sorry but he is right on this," Sian said in a soft tone as she stroked Bridget's forehead.

Bridget looked up in surprise. They never talked about it but Bridget knew that Sian viewed the situation as having an end at some point. Someone wouldn't be able to accept the triangle any longer. And if someone had to be out, Sian hoped it was going to be Don. It seemed like Don doing something romantic to help their marriage would be the last thing that Sian wanted.

"What I mean, is that I don't want to go on vacation with you and Don either. I share you all the time. If we go on vacation, I want it just us," Sian said as she continued to stroke Bridget's head. Despite the little smile, her voice took on a slight bitter edge as she finished. "At least I would have the illusion you are mine then."

A familiar feeling of sadness pressed down on Bridget. The last thing that she wanted was to make Sian unhappy too. "I clearly wasn't thinking," she thought to herself. She hugged Sian, wanting her to feel how much she cared for her.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking about either of you," Bridget said after a moment. Her head was buried against Sian's neck but her words were clear.

"I get it," Sian said in a quiet tone, trying to sooth Bridget. "He surprised you and you just reacted. You weren't trying to hurt him, or me." She kissed the top of Bridget's head as she held her tight. "Here's the thing. For the first time, Don and I are looking at things somewhat the same way. I'm not sure what changed for him, but he isn't looking at this through his voyeuristic lens anymore. He's mostly seeing that he has to share the woman that he loves, just like I do. We both wish we had more time with you. And shared time doesn't count for either one of us.

"The difference is that I knew what I was getting into when we started to go out," Sian said as her voice became wistful. "So having you only for part of the time is the deal I made. I can't ask for more. For Don giving up some time was the deal he made to satisfy his urge to see you having sex with a lesbian. He doesn't like that deal very much anymore, but what is left is worse."

Sian moved so that she could look Bridget in the eyes. "He wants it to end so he can have you back. You know that."

Bridget nodded. "I know, but he doesn't get to decide that. I love you and I want to be with you."

Sian could hear the unspoken part of that sentence. There was a "too" at the end of it. She felt her heart clenching up and hoped that she showed no sign of it on her face. Don wasn't the only one that was finding this harder. As her feelings for Bridget deepened, Sian had thought that she could wait until Bridget decided what she wanted. Doubts were starting to appear in that belief.

Stroking Bridget's face, Sian gave her a wan smile. "I want that too." She felt Bridget tighten her grip as she raised her lips to press them against Sian's. The kiss took time to fully blossom. Their lips caressed for long moments before parting so that their tongues could greet each other. As they slipped into the other's mouth, each woman felt the tender strokes and touches as their tongues explored the now very familiar places. Just as Sian started to feel the first little stirrings of excitement, Bridget tentatively pulled away. Sian's eyes fluttered open to look at Bridget's troubled face.

"We shouldn't. I can't stay. I just needed desperately to talk with you," Bridget said. Sian could see the conflicting emotions.

"I know. You're right," Sian told her. Her arms didn't release Bridget yet. It felt too nice, especially as Bridget put her head down on Sian's shoulder.

"It's not fair to you, my darling Sian," Bridget whispered.

Running her fingers through Bridget's hair Sian replied with one of her favorite movie quotes. "Life isn't fair, Princess. Anyone who tells you differently is selling something." She heard Bridget laugh just a little. "Seriously, I knew it wouldn't be fair when I said yes I would date you. I am still glad I said yes."

Squeezing Sian harder, Bridget's voice was even quieter. "So am I."

The two of them sat like that for a few minutes longer and then Bridget stirred. Standing up she held out her hand for Sian and they walked over to the door. Kissing one last time, Bridget opened the door. Looking back she smiled at Sian. "I love you. Remember that."

"I love you, Bridge. Believe that."

On the drive home, Bridget thought a lot about her conversation with Sian. It didn't help her feel any better. Both of her lovers were unhappy. It couldn't go on too much longer like this. But she wasn't ready for a change. Her own mind was still too confused. All she could hope was they gave her enough time to figure things out.

As she pulled up, Bridget saw Don's car. She sighed. She hadn't stayed more than an hour at Sian's and she hoped that she would beat Don back home. Hopefully it wouldn't be another nasty scene when she came inside. Her feet felt leaden as she walked to the front door.

Don was in front of the television as she entered. For a moment he didn't look up, but when he did she could see an unspoken accusation in his eyes.

"I just went over to talk, Don," she said. "Nothing more."

He didn't say anything for a few seconds, and then he nodded. "Okay. I understand. Sorry about coming unglued before," Don said to Bridget. "I just didn't expect it."

"It's my fault," Bridget said as she came over and sat down with him. The news continued on in the background, unwatched. "I should have thought about it." She looked down at her hands, clenched in her lap. "Sian agrees with you by the way. It was a bad idea."

Don just nodded again. He didn't need Sian's opinion to validate his, but at the same time he was trying to smooth things over with Bridget. Making comments about Sian wasn't going to help.

Resting her head in her hands, Bridget sighed. At first Don just looked at her, and then he reached out and put his arm around her. After a moment, she leaned against him. "It's not always easy for me, either," she quietly said. "I know it isn't for you, nor is it for Sian. I try to be fair." She paused for a second and looked at Don. "I know you don't like me saying that, but I don't know how else to be in this thing we are in." Wisely Don continued to hold his tongue.

Putting her head back on Don's shoulder, Bridget was quiet. There were so many thoughts running through her head that she couldn't process them all. In truth, she didn't really want to try. The questions they raised scared her. She knew a day was coming when she was going to have to start answering them but she didn't want to yet. No matter how she answered them, things would change and people would be hurt. She wished things could just go on like they were, but how likely was that. The longer she waited, the greater the chance questions would be answered for her.

Bridget shifted uncomfortably as she thought about that. She started to try to talk but found she had to clear her throat first. She felt Don's fingers stop stroking her head as he waited. "It isn't completely what you wanted, but how about we go to Hawaii for one week. You will have me just to yourself," she said. She left unsaid that she was planning on spending a week alone on vacation with Sian. Don didn't need her to tell him to know that.

For a moment, he didn't say anything in response. The fact that Bridget was thinking long term about her relationship with Sian was disturbing. He had hoped that once he was no longer pushing her, that things might to start calming down between them. That wasn't happening; at least not yet. "All I can do," he thought to himself, "is to just try and make things better between us." It wasn't easy though. His frustrations were close to the surface and bubbled over too easily.

Starting to stroke Bridget's head again, he spoke. "I understand, Honey. Just one thing though. I want it to just be the two of us for real. That means while we are on vacation, you don't text her or call her." He paused for a moment and then forged ahead, acknowledging the painful truth. "I would expect the same thing when you go on vacation with her."

Bridget's heart sank. She hadn't thought about that. The idea of not talking with Sian hurt just thinking about it. Her head bent forward as she heard unspoken words run through her mind. "It's only fair." She sighed and turned to look at Don. "Okay," she softly said.

Leaning forward, Don kissed her. Reflexively she kissed him back. He slowly built up the kiss and she responded as it grew. But it wasn't like with Sian. Bridget just went along with it; she didn't feel any swell of passion wanting to lead her to go on. She could sense Don's desire. It was his day and she wanted him to be happy. It was almost easier this way. She could give him what he wanted and she would get what she wanted. She could stop thinking about the future, even if just for a little while.

After all the fighting, it felt good to Don that they were making up this way. Make up sex wasn't necessarily the best sex, but right now it would help him feel that things were going to be okay with Bridget. Turning, he pressed Bridget back down on the couch. He lay between her legs and kissed her with an urgency that came from deep in him. She seemed so responsive to him. Everything that he did, she seemed to accept and open herself up for him. He felt her arms around him, touching him on the back. 

Raising himself up, he looked into her eyes. "I love you very much, Honey," he said.

Smiling back at him, Bridget nodded. "I know. I love you too." If her smile didn't quite reach her eyes, Don didn't notice. He barely gave her time to speak before he was kissing her again. His tongue slid deep into her mouth and her tongue caressed it back. She could tell that he was already excited by the way his hips were moving. The bulge from his erection bumped up against her. She was not even close to being ready but she recognized his mood. He was going to be impatient. The combination of the fight and not having had sex in almost a week made him very horny. Plus fucking her would make him feel more like she was his again. She sighed inside but accepted it knowing it would please him.

Raising a hand, Bridget put it on Don's shoulder and lightly pushed. It brought him back to where they were and he stopped kissing Bridget so that he could look at her. "Sweetie, let me suck you and get you ready for me," she said in a matter of fact way. Don was excited enough that he didn't notice the lack of anything similar in her voice.

"Oh, okay! That would be great," Don said as he lifted himself up and swung around into a seated position. As Bridget got up, she reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties, dropping them on the floor. Kneeling down between Don's legs, she undid his jeans and pulled them down. His underwear came with his pants and his cock sprang up free. She continued to pull them down until they were around his ankles.

Don watched her. Still fully dressed, Bridget seemed very sexy and almost wanton. Her hair was messed up from where she had been laying against the couch. Her long sleeve t-shirt was cut low and her cleavage was on full display. She grasped his cock in her hand and slowly started to move it up and down before leaning forward. He loved how she wasted no time but put her mouth around it to take the head inside. The warm wetness of her mouth made his cock pulse, especially when she swirled her tongue around it. As she started to bob her head up and down, he put his hands on her head. It seemed like each time she was going deeper. Her hand was forced farther down but he felt how slick his cock was by how much easier it slid. Don moaned loudly as he felt Bridget's tongue circle his cock.

"You do that so well, Bridget," Don said as his breath started to get faster. "I love how you suck my cock!"

As much as Don was enjoying the blowjob, Bridget didn't want him to cum that way. She knew he would feel better cumming inside of her. Lifting her mouth up off him, she looked up. "I'm glad you like it, Honey, but wouldn't you like to fuck my pussy more?" She pulled up her skirt and showed him her bare pussy. She licked her other hand and rubbed it against her pussy. She did it again, hoping that the combination of that and all the saliva on his cock would make up for her lack of lubrication.

"God yes," Don said in his husky voice. Bridget got up onto the couch again and spread her legs. Her skirt was bunched up at the waist. Don turned over and got on top of Bridget. She reached down and guided him to her pussy. He closed his eyes at the combination of the feel of her hand and the warmth of her pussy lips as his head rested there for a moment. Pressing forward, his cock slid inside of her. With his eyes closed, he didn't see the slight grimace on Bridget's face. She pulled him close and buried her face against his chest.

Pulling back, Don thrust again inside. He heard Bridget make a little noise and he smiled as he guessed she was starting to enjoy it too. His third stroke seemed to slide a little easier. He began to fuck Bridget harder. He could feel her hips lifting up to meet him. It felt so good.

"That's it, Don. Fuck me! Fuck me with your hard cock," Bridget said softly. "I love your cock fucking me. Do it harder!" She didn't often talk dirty but when she did, it was a guaranteed turn on for him. He started to thrust harder into Bridget.

"Yeah, fuck me like that! Give it to me! Give me your cock, Don!" Bridget was getting louder.

Even though it hadn't been long, Don was starting to feel close to cumming. He hadn't cum on his own in days and so he was extra horny. His breathing was getting heavy and he was groaning.

"Come on, Don! Fuck your wife with your hard cock! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Bridget was moaning too in between what she was saying. Her own movements were becoming more urgent as she met his thrusts.

As Don bottomed out deep in Bridget's pussy, he paused for a moment as he felt his climax beginning. Then he started slamming his cock in and out of Bridget as he felt himself shooting his cum into her. "Oh God!" he screamed. That seemed to trigger Bridget as she began to thrash against him, making incomprehensible moans. Feeling his wife cumming like that gave Don a feeling of satisfaction that was beyond the pleasure of just his orgasm. Even after he finished cumming, he found that he was hard enough that he could keep fucking her until she pushed at him.

"No more! I can't take any more," Bridget said as she hugged him. Don sighed happily and collapsed against her for a moment. Sensing how uncomfortable that was, he lifted his weight up a little and smiled down at her.

"Was it good for you too, Honey?" Don asked in a tender voice.

Bridget smiled back at him and stroked his face. "You shouldn't even have to ask, Don," she said in her sultry voice. In her mind she felt a pang. She never said that she came, but she knew it was still a lie. Maybe it was a white lie to make Don feel good, but it still was a lie. She didn't mind not cumming. Sometimes it was more important that he get what he needed. And she knew that today, she wouldn't have come with him no matter what. The stresses and emotions of the day were too much. But she made him happy and that counted for a lot.

Reaching down, she grabbed her panties. "Lift up, Sweetie," she said. As Don raised his body, Bridget used her panties to wipe up the cum that was oozing out of her pussy. Between that and her cotton skirt, she hoped they would make too much of a mess of the couch. It had taken her a fair amount of work to get it clean after their little three-way weeks ago.

Don turned to lie alongside Bridget and they began to kiss again. This time Don didn't try to grow the passion. It remained loving and he enjoyed watching the smile on Bridget's face when they would pause. At moments like this, he could feel their connection. Despite the changes, it still seemed strong enough to endure. He hoped it would be.

After a little while, Don's stomach made a loud growl. Bridget looked down at his belly and laughed. "I see. I guess we have heard from another quarter." Glancing over at the clock, she continued. "I guess it is dinner time. Perhaps you would like to let me up so that I can get started."




It Didn't Work Out Ch. 10



Don looked very sheepish, especially when his stomach did it a second time. "I must not have eaten very much today," he said as he sat up.

"How about I put some water on for pasta and then we can both take a quick shower?" Bridget said. Beyond the sweat and cum, there was a tiny sense of being dirty that she hoped the shower would wash away. Don nodded and got up. He kissed Bridget once more before going and getting things started in the bathroom.

Bridget stayed sitting for another minute. She smiled a little as she heard Don singing. He didn't sing well but he enjoyed it. It was one sign of him being happy. "At least someone is," she thought as she forced herself to her feet.

A couple of weeks later, Bridget was at her office when she heard the ringtone for a text from Sian. Opening up her purse, she pulled out her phone and took a look at it.

"Finally found a time to have dinner with Kate but it means we can't get together tomorrow. Do you mind? I really need to talk with her."

She looked at it for a minute. Bridget knew what Sian wanted to talk about with Kate. She was finally going to let her know about their situation. After they saw each other at the bar, Kate had to take an unexpected sales trip and had been gone for almost two weeks. Since getting back, she had been busy with Liesl and other things. Bridget felt butterflies fluttering in her stomach. Kate was going to be unhappy. Bridget wondered just how unhappy she would be. She didn't want to add Kate to the list of things that were stacked against her relationship with Sian. At the same time, Bridget knew that Sian needed someone with whom to share what was going on. It was hard on her and not having the understanding of a friend like Kate was making it worse.

She unlocked her phone and typed her response back. "Of course, see her! Give her a hug from me and ask her not to hate me, okay?" Bridget looked at her response for a moment before hitting send.

Her phone went off again about twenty seconds later. "She's not going to hate you. She loves you."

"Not if she thinks I am hurting you, my darling Sian. You know that."

"I will make sure she knows you aren't hurting me, Baby."

"Thank you. I love you, Sian. xoxo"

For a couple of minutes her phone was quiet and Bridget was about to put it away when she heard it go off one more time. She picked it up again and read Sian's text. "I love you too. Remember that." Bridget got a little smile on her face as she slid her phone back into her purse. It felt weird knowing that she wouldn't see Sian for a few days. During the last couple of months, going more than two days without seeing her was unusual. Despite her efforts to divide her time fairly between Don and Sian, Bridget typically spent a little more every week with her. Not seeing Don for a few days hadn't been unusual, nor did it bother her as much as not seeing Sian did. Looking down at her keyboard, Bridget thought about it. At least it was for something important to Sian. Bridget realized that she wanted Sian to be happy and seeing Kate was part of that; even if that meant Kate telling Sian she should end her affair.

"If Sian isn't happy, then what we have isn't good for her," Bridget thought to herself. She would rather lose Sian than make her unhappy. She squirmed a little in her seat. It was a very uncomfortable to think about not having Sian in her life. Bridget closed her eyes and tried to get her mind back on her work. After a minute, she opened her eyes and started getting back to what she was doing.

Sian found herself more nervous than she expected when the evening that she was going to get together with Kate arrived. She paused in front of the restaurant. All the way back to when their friendship started, Kate had never been someone who just let things go. She told Sian what she thought; even when she knew it wasn't what Sian wanted to hear. Despite it being tough to take at times, it was the thing that had really cemented their friendship into one that had endured for almost twenty years. She hadn't always taken Kate's advice, but Sian knew that it came from Kate loving her like a sister.

Taking a deep breath, Sian went into the restaurant. As she stood just inside the entrance, she saw Kate's hand waving and she made her way to the table. Kate got up and they gave each other big hugs. It had actually been far longer than normal for them to not see each other. After asking first about Kate's trip, Sian wanted to know how Liesl was doing.

"She's doing great. Very glad that I am home, of course," Kate paused and wiggled her eyebrows. "Very glad!"

Sian laughed. She knew that the longer Kate was away, the hornier Liesl got. A couple of times she had stayed with Kate and Liesl while in the process of moving. She had heard just how much Liesl enjoyed having Kate back one time. Kate laughed as she saw Sian blush slightly from the memory.

"Yeah, like that only more so. I thought the neighbors might complain!" Kate said in a proud tone.

"You two are so cute," Sian said with a smile.

Kate was just about to ask how Bridget was when the waiter came over to take their order. They quickly looked at the menu and figured out what they wanted. It helped that it was one of their favorite places to eat and they were pretty familiar with the menu.

After the waiter left, Kate looked at Sian. "So how is Bridget? Treating you well, I trust." Kate's tone made it clear that she knew there was something going on and she wanted to know what.

"She is wonderful, as always. And she treats me very well," Sian said. "I love being with her, Kate. I've never felt this way about anyone." She looked away, surprised to feel her eyes get a little moist.

"But..." Kate said in a very sympathetic tone. She reached out and squeezed her friend's hand.

"Yeah, but," Sian said. She swallowed a couple of times. It was harder to tell Kate than she expected. She felt like she was going to disappoint Kate with her choices. "Bridget is everything I could want in a woman, except for one thing. She is married." Sian paused and put up her hand to stop Kate from saying anything. "Just listen, Kate. Then you can tell me how stupid I am." Kate shut her mouth and nodded.

"I knew it from the beginning. I knew her before anything started. I knew her husband for that matter. I went into the whole thing with my eyes wide open. There is just something about Bridget that made me not care," Sian said. Kate squeezed Sian's hand again at the forlorn tone. Sian began to tell Kate the whole story; how they had started hanging out together and how it had progressed to the point of their starting to date.

"By the time we went to that restaurant after the game, I was already pretty much lost to her," Sian said. "She is so wonderful in every other way, Kate. After all my other relationships, I finally found someone who treated me like you think I should be treated. Someone who accepted me completely as an individual. Who made me a priority. And despite what you are probably thinking, she has. Don is the one who hasn't been a priority for the last couple of months."

"Wow, I am not sure what I thought the problem was but I didn't expect that. I never thought you would fall for a straight girl," Kate told Sian.

"I'm not sure I have, Kate. Bridget experimented in high school and got caught. Her mother reacted about as bad as someone can, and Bridget never tried again. Even in college, she stayed on the straight side of things. But deep down inside her, I don't know. For someone who has lived straight, you've seen her. What did your gaydar tell you?" Sian looked at Kate.

"It went off," Kate acknowledged. "She was totally comfortable with us and with expressing herself openly with you. Okay, so maybe she just repressed that part of her. Still, she's married! Sian, how did you expect this to go?" At Sian's look, Kate said, "Oh, I see. You expected her to see the light, leave her husband and you two would live happily ever after."

Sighing, Sian lowered her head onto one hand. "Yeah, pretty much. I mean maybe not now, but eventually. I know I sound stupid, but things are so great when we are together." She broke off as the waiter approached with their food.

For a few minutes they dealt with being served and starting to eat. Sian welcomed the little reprieve. She could see what Kate thought. It was pretty much what she expected. She picked at her food. The emotional energy from confronting the situation had wiped most of her appetite away.

"Sian, you know I adore Bridget. Even hearing this doesn't change how I feel about her. You are right that she treats you like I have always thought you deserved. And even though things weren't what I thought, it doesn't sound like she has ever lied to you once. That would have changed how I feel about her, you know that," Kate told Sian. Her words brought a little smile to Sian's face.

"But the thing is, I don't see how this ends well for you. Bridget is too nice. She doesn't want to hurt you, but she also doesn't want to hurt Don. She has to be torn, and getting more so. She wants two different things that can't be reconciled," Kate said before going quiet.

"I know, Kate. But right now she is with me and so I have hope. I can accept the limitations for that chance. Hell, in some ways it is a little better now that Don doesn't want to watch us," Sian said. She didn't mean to but she couldn't keep a slightly bitter tone out of her voice.

"Maybe, but it also means Don is finally waking up. And it sounds like he isn't very happy with what he is seeing, no matter that he engineered it. That's going to make things harder on Bridget, isn't it?" Kate asked.

Despite not liking how clearly Kate saw things, Sian nodded.

"And nothing has changed with her family, right? If she was to leave Don and come out as a lesbian, how is her mother going to react?"

"Kate, she isn't 17 anymore. She is a grown woman and no longer living with her parents," Bridget started to say before Kate cut her off.

"Hey, I'm your friend but let's not be naïve. You know how hard it is for someone to come out in face of rejection by her parents. Luckily neither of us had that, but it was tough enough for us. We both know people who haven't spoken to their parents since they came out, so don't underestimate how hard that would be for her," Kate told Sian, sounding slightly exasperated.

"Okay, you're right. It won't be easy for her," Sian conceded.

Kate nodded. For a little while, they both went back to eating. Sian still wasn't eating much. The course of the conversation wasn't helping how she felt.

"Hun, I'm on your side," Kate said as she looked up at Sian. "You know that. I just want what is best for you."

"I know. But she makes me so very happy when we are together," Sian quietly said.

Kate looked at her for a long time and then finally spoke. "When you are together. What about when you aren't? When she is with Don?"

Looking back into Kate's eyes, Sian finally answered. "Not so good."

"You worry about him convincing her to give you up?" Kate paused until Sian nodded. "You feel jealous." Again Sian nodded before looking down. "And other than going to your games and work, you don't do anything." Kate saw Sian close her eyes. She didn't nod this time, but Kate knew it was true. "Sian, you are putting your life on hold waiting for Bridget. You only live when you are with her." Reaching out she grabbed Sian's hand and held it until she looked back up.

"It's not healthy, Sian," Kate said softly. "I really like Bridget but she isn't treating you fair." Kate's heart practically broke as she watched the tears slowly run down Sian's face.

Trying not to completely breakdown, Sian squeezed Kate's hand. Finally she looked into Kate's eyes. "I love her, Kate. I can't help myself," Sian said. "I love her so much."

Reaching up, Kate tried to wipe away the tears but they kept coming. "I know you do, hun. And I'm not saying you shouldn't. Just that you deserve to be happy." She sighed. "I wish I saw it really happening where you are happy all the time, Sian. I'm just not sure that I do." Kate took her hand away from Sian's face. She slowly rubbed her hand together, drying off the wet tears. "She still loves Don too, right?"

After a moment, Sian nodded.

"Has she done anything that makes you think she is considering leaving him, Sian?" Kate sounded very weary as she asked the question.

For a second, Kate saw a flare of anger in Sian's eyes. But almost as fast, it died out. Sian's head fell forward. When Sian spoke, Kate could barely hear her reply.

"No."

Kate didn't take a bit of satisfaction in hearing what she already had guessed. She could feel tears of her own filling her eyes. "Sian, all I am saying is that you can't wait forever. Especially when I can tell the hurt in you is growing."

"It's easy for you to say, Kate. I know you are saying it with love, but it is still easy to say it," Sian told her friend. "The hard thing is doing something about it when I am helpless about how I feel about her. I'm not trying to argue. It is just the reality."

"I know," was Kate's only reply. They both were silent for a long time. Finally Kate looked at her friend. "Sian, just know I am here for you."

"Kate, you have always been there for me. I know that," Sian said with a sad smile.

They both seemed exhausted by their conversation and as they began to talk again, they moved on to less taxing topics. Kate started to tell Sian about what Liesl had been up to while she had travelling. Both of them found the conversation reassuring. Bridget wasn't forgotten, but they were able to distract themselves from thinking too much about it.

At the end of the night, they stood outside in front of the restaurant for a couple more minutes. They had parked in opposite directions.

Kate looked at Sian with sympathy. "I love you, Sian. I know it's hard but in the end, I think I understand you well enough to know that you won't be satisfied with what you have now. Eventually you need commitment. You always have."

Even though Sian heard the truth in Kate's words, she chose to ignore them. "I love you too. Give Liesl my love and tell her I want to get together soon. Oh, I almost forgot. Bridget told me to ask you not to hate her." The pain was once again evident in Sian's eyes.

"Oh hun! Tell her I don't hate her. I love her and I am just sorry that the two of you are in this tangled mess," Kate said as she reached out to hug Sian.

Sian returned the hug which lasted for a long moment, and then she turned to walk to her car. Once she was in her seat, Sian put her head down against the steering wheel. All the tension that she had kept mostly bottled up all night suddenly started to release. She felt the tears come again but this time they were accompanied by racking sobs. The fears and doubts that she had been suppressing for weeks all welled up and she was overwhelmed by a feeling of sadness.

It was even worse when she realized that the only time when she felt worse than this was when Roberta had left her. Sian sobbed harder. At least there was a little bit of a cathartic feeling from letting it out, she thought; just like talking with Kate had been painful but important for getting some clarity. Eventually the sobs lessened and finally ended.

Sian pulled down out a couple of tissues and wiped at her eyes before blowing her nose. On top of all this, she was going to miss Bridget terribly when she left for Hawaii with Don in a few days. They were going to get one more night together before Bridget left.

"Maybe," Sian thought, "it's good timing though. A little break on my own might be what I need to really think about things." She cut of the thought as soon as it passed through her mind. Sian didn't want anything to get in the way of her having a last great night with Bridget before she went to Hawaii. There would be time after that for thinking.



It Didn't Work Out Ch. 11



This is the eleventh of twelve chapters. To really understand it, you should read the previous chapters before reading this one. Once again, I want to thank my editor Terry for his valuable help! I hope you enjoy the story.

Despite the light traffic, Bridget felt impatient as she weaved her way down the street. Even when only one car was in front of her, she changed lanes so that she could get by it. She hadn't seen Sian in close to two weeks. Her trip to Hawaii was nine days long, leaving on a Friday after work and getting home late a couple of days ago on Sunday. Between getting unpacked and catching up at work, she hadn't been able to get over to see her in the meantime.

On top of that, Bridget had felt bound to Don's request to not contact Sian while she was gone. For the first two days, it had been exceptionally hard for her. Bridget was used to multiple contacts a day with Sian, whether it was in person, on the phone or just texts. Going cold turkey had been very hard. At times she just wanted to share something that happened with one of the two most important people in her life. But it was to make the other important person happy that Bridget restrained herself. More than once, she started to say how Sian might like this before she cut it off and turned what she was going to say into something else. She slipped up a couple of times, but she thought Don appreciated her effort.

After a couple of days, it got easier. Bridget found that she could just immerse herself in the surroundings and being with Don. She had fun as they explored the Big Island. There was so much to see and do. It was clear that Don enjoyed having all of Bridget's attention to himself. Whether it was trips into the forests or walks along the beach, Don did what he could to pack the week full of romantic activities.

The best part was that they didn't argue once during the trip. Don's view was that they had done a lot to patch things up and help rebuild their relationship. Not only was the time harmonious, he was happy that they had ended up making love a lot. Bridget seemed receptive to his advances and almost every time he hinted at it, she had responded.

While Bridget was glad that they hadn't argued, she wasn't as certain that things had dramatically improved. In her mind, she had given in a lot to avoid any conflicts. Even when she didn't really want to do something, she didn't let Don know. As the week wore on, she found the constant pace of the next romantic activity to start to be draining. And while she enjoyed making love with Don, it started to feel more like he was trying to put his claim on her rather than it being a true expression of their feelings.

It wasn't like always like that. There were certain times when it seemed spontaneous and she was in the right mood to respond. Those times were the special ones that stuck in her mind. The problem was that Don couldn't seem to tell the difference between those times and when it was more forced. Nor did it seem like he cared. He gave the impression of being just as satisfied either way. What seemed most important was that they had connected physically, not whether they connected emotionally. That was the most disappointing part of it all for Bridget.

The closest that they came to arguing was when Don brought up fantasies. It was the first time he had mentioned them in a while. He started to suggest that perhaps they could go to a nudist beach he had heard of and maybe get amorous there. It felt like he was opening up a wound that was still raw to Bridget. She shut him down. For a moment, she thought he was going to get pissed but then the anger seemed to just wash away. He apologized and told her how much he was just enjoying being with her. That night she almost told him no when he started to stroke her back, but it felt like she would be punishing him. It would have put a sour note on their last couple of days.

As she waited for the light to turn, Bridget thought back on those last couple of days, especially after Don's suggestion. It hadn't been so clear when she was in Hawaii but now she could see that she stopped really enjoying herself at that point. She must have hidden it fairly well because Don hadn't said a thing. But increasingly she could see that she was getting impatient to get home. Mostly it was missing Sian, but some of it was how Don was acting. He never seemed to recognize that she was doing everything she could to make him happy, even when sometimes it wasn't what she wanted. Bridget didn't mind doing the things so much as his not appreciating it.

It was so different from Sian, thought Bridget.

Turning onto Sian's street, Bridget had to fight to avoid speeding. It wasn't going to make a difference and getting a ticket would just delay the reunion. They had talked a couple of times since she was back and of course texted, but Sian seemed a little distant. It was as if she wasn't as anxious as Bridget to get together. When Bridget apologized for not being able to get together yesterday, Sian had just said it was fine. Bridget had been profoundly disappointed that she was too busy unpacking to be able to meet her. Sian's reaction made her a little nervous.

Even when they had gotten together that last time before her trip, Sian had seemed a little distant. It wasn't like her. They hadn't even spent as long together as Bridget expected. After dinner, they had hung out for an hour or so but then Sian started to feel tired. Because of an all employee meeting the next morning, she was going to have to get up earlier than usual and she wanted to get to bed before it got too late. Even though Sian had responded passionately when Bridget initiated making out with her before getting ready to leave, the whole night had left Bridget unsettled. Both at the beginning and the end of her vacation, Bridget kept thinking back to that night which just made her want to see Sian even more.

Pulling up in front of Sian's apartment, Bridget parked and checked the mirror. She wanted to look perfect for Sian. The time in the sun had given her skin a healthy copper color, despite her persistent application of sunscreen. It had also lightened her hair just a little. Bridget smiled nervously, hoping that Sian would like it. Reaching back, she picked up the gift she brought back for Sian. Bridget had put a lot of thought into finding something perfect for Sian.

As she got out, Bridget felt the cold and wet air hit her. It was quite a switch from being in the constant warmth of Hawaii. She sprinted her way to the building, wanting to get inside before she got too wet. Waiting for the elevator, she checked her hair one last time. It was barely damp, she thankfully noticed. Once again she felt impatience as the elevator stopped a couple of times on its way down. She waited for the people to get out of it, but was glad when no one else got into the elevator. It went up to Sian's floor without any further delays. She could feel her heart beat faster as she exited the elevator and walked down to Sian's apartment. Taking a deep breath to try and calm down, Bridget knocked.

It only took a few seconds before she heard the bolt being undone and it opened. As soon as she saw Sian, Bridget stepped in and gave her a long hug. It felt so good to feel Sian's arms going around her and hugging her tight in return. Even before the door was shut, Bridget was giving her girlfriend the first kiss.

"Oh God, I missed you Sian. You can't know how much I missed you," Bridget said. Her voice was full of excitement and happiness.

Keep an arm around Bridget, Sian returned the smile. "I think I have a little idea," she said. Her voice wasn't quite as enthusiastic although her smile was warm. They slowly walked over to the kitchen where Sian had an open bottle of wine. It looked like she might have already had one glass. She poured one for Bridget and then refilled her glass.

"To your having had a wonderful vacation," Sian said as she touched her glass to Bridget's.

With a smile on her face, Bridget touched Sian's glass a second time. "To being home with you," she said in that same happy tone. They both sipped at their wine for a moment. As if she couldn't help herself, Bridget put her glass down and gave Sian another long hug.

"I love you, my darling Sian," Bridget said as she looked at Sian. Her eyes reflected her happiness.

"I love you too, Bridge," Sian said but unlike Bridget her eyes seemed clouded.

For the first time since entering the apartment, Bridget's nervousness came back in full force. She felt her breath catch in her throat. "Oh God, something's wrong," Bridget thought to herself.

Over their months together, Sian had become pretty good at reading Bridget. It didn't seem that hard to Sian. She could see the panic starting to cover her face. "Sit down, Baby," she told Bridget. Sian knew that wasn't going to reassure her much, but it was the best she could do. Bridget sank down onto the little bar chair next to the kitchen island. The golden glow of her skin slowly was replaced with grey.

"What's wrong, Sian?" Bridget said. Her voice was tight and she could feel her throat almost closing.

Sian sat down in the chair on the corner next to Bridget. She reached over and took Bridget's hand. "Bridge, I love you. I love you more than I have ever loved anyone. Please believe me." Sian could feel the threat of tears hovering over her. She tried to keep her control, swallowing hard. "But while you were gone, it gave me time to think. And here is the thing; I'm not sure that loving you is the same as being happy anymore. If it was just you and me, then it would be. But it isn't just the two of us. There is Don too. And I have to share you with him."

"I thought I could do it. I thought I could live with half of you. But I was wrong," Sian said as she felt the tears start. "Oh fuck!" she exclaimed and wiped at her eyes. She looked up at Bridget and could see the tears beginning to run down her face as well. "Fuck," she said again more quietly.

"Sian," Bridget said, trying to say something but she found she couldn't continue. Her tears were rapidly becoming sobs. She felt Sian moving closer to her and then Sian's arms going around her. "What ... what are you ... saying?" she finally managed to get out.

For a little while, Sian couldn't answer as she held on tight to Bridget. When she was finally able to talk, she raised up her head from Bridget's shoulder. "Bridge, I just can't take the unhappiness of not having you all the time any more. It's been getting worse but I didn't see it for what it was. Not until you were gone and I had time to think."

Reaching up, Sian ran her fingers through her hair to pull it away from her tear streaked face. "We've always been honest with each other. I couldn't not tell you and pretend that things were okay," she said.

Bridget nodded. "No, I don't want you unhappy, especially if I am why."

"You aren't why, Bridge. It's just the situation. You make me happy. Not having you makes me unhappy," Sian said vehemently. "Don't confuse those, please." She sniffled, trying to stop her nose from running. Giving up she let go of Bridget and walked over to bring back a box of tissues. Bridget joined her in grabbing a couple.

"Love, I can't ask for more than you have given me," Sian said. She reached out and took Bridget's hand. "I know you are married and that you still love Don. I..." she paused as she felt a shuddering sob run through her. After a moment Sian continued. "I don't want to break up your marriage."

"Oh God, Sian. I don't want to lose you. I love you so much." Bridget closed her eyes as the tears streamed down her face. Feeling Sian's hand stroke her cheek, she opened them back up to look at her through the blurriness from the tears.

"Baby, I don't want to lose you either but I can't ask you to leave Don. You still love him," Sian quietly said through her tears.

Bridget didn't want to answer. Despite increasingly mixed feelings about Don, Sian wasn't wrong. Her feelings for Don ran deep, built on years of being together. She could see Sian watching her and knew that she could see right through to her thoughts. Finally, Bridget nodded. "I do, but I love you too."

"I know you do, Baby. Believe me; this isn't me doubting your love," Sian said. The despair she felt was just as clear to Bridget.

"I don't understand," Bridget said as her eyes gazed deeply into Sian's. "Why can't you ask me to leave Don? Haven't you been waiting for me to do just that?" Maybe if Sian would just ask, Bridget thought, it would make it easier.

Letting out a long sobbing sigh, Sian shook her head. "I thought I could wait until you were ready to make a decision on your own. But I don't want to force you to make it. If you ever leave Don, it has to be something you do for yourself, not for me; not to keep me. I don't think that is how we want to build a relationship." She brushed the hair away from where it was stuck to Bridget's wet face. "Bridge, it isn't just Don. I don't think you are ready to confront your family, especially your mother. You aren't ready to come out, Baby."

Bridget heard the implication in Sian's words. That she was, deep down, really a lesbian. That being with Don was as much about conforming to the expectations of her mother as it was anything else. She lowered her eyes, unable to meet Sian's. She missed the pain in Sian's eyes as she saw Bridget's surrender.

With her head hanging, it was hard for Sian to hear what Bridget was saying. She leaned closer. Finally Sian heard her.

"And you need me to be all in."

At first Sian just nodded but then realizing that Bridget wasn't looking at her, she spoke. "Yes, Bridget. I'm completely in this relationship without reservations, but you're not. Even though the thought of losing you hurts me so much, it will get better. Over time, I will stop hurting. But as long as you aren't all in, I will keep hurting if we keep going this way. And it will just get worse. It will destroy what we have anyhow."

Raising her head up, Bridget looked miserable. "Did Kate convince you to do this?" she asked in a dead tone.

Once again, Sian reached out to stroke Bridget's face. "No, Baby. She didn't. She talked to me and helped me sort through things like a best friend should. But she knows that it was something I needed to decide. This is my ..." Sian was overcome with a long sob and couldn't continue.

"It's your choice," Bridget finished for her. She put her arms around Sian and hugged her tight. She could feel Sian's head nodding against her own. Even through her agony, she felt a little better as Sian returned the hug. They stayed like that for a while, just holding each other.

Finally Bridget kissed Sian on the cheek. She sighed deeply before speaking. "You're right. I hate that you are, but it doesn't change things. I'm not ready. I love you both, but I've been with Don for a long time. I've built a life with him. I can't walk away from that. Not now." There was a tiny corner of her brain that added, "Not yet." But Bridget wasn't ready to acknowledge it.

Slowly pulling away from Bridget, Sian nodded. "I know," she said as she wiped her tears away. They were still coming but slower now, a deep grief. "I told you at the beginning, Bridge. Two hearts were going to be broken at some point; yours for sure. It turns out mine is the other one." She stifled another sob.

"I'm glad we took the chance, Bridge. I wouldn't have missed this for the world," she continued.

Sitting up straighter, Bridget took Sian's hands in hers. She held them like she never wanted to let them go. With her gaze fixed on them, she spoke. "What happens now?" Slowly she looked up into Sian's face. "I was so looking forward to finally getting an evening with you."

Looking into Bridget's stricken face, Sian felt her heart breaking all over. She had never loved anyone like this and yet she was hurting that same person. In spite of knowing that this was what she needed to do, Sian could feel her resolve slipping a little. Sian squeezed Bridget's hands back.

"I don't know about tomorrow Bridge, but tonight I would very much like to hold you in my arms," Sian replied. "We can worry about what happens next later." Sian stood, still holding Bridget's hands. After a moment, Bridget got to her feet too. They walked hand in hand over to the sofa. Laying down on it, Sian had one leg stretched out. She tugged lightly on Bridget's hands. It didn't take much for Bridget to sit down, leaning her back against Sian's belly. As she felt Sian's arms wrap around her, Bridget began to gently cry again. Sian put her head against Bridget's and began to slowly rock her.

"I'm sorry, Bridge. I don't know what else to do," Sian whispered.

"I know, my darling Sian. I know," Bridget said through her tears.

For a long time they both just lay together like that. Sian gently rocked Bridget in her arms as they both wept. Occasionally Sian kissed Bridget's head lightly. Bridget would close her eyes tight as she felt Sian's lips touch her. A couple of times, Bridget turned to find Sian's lips touching hers and a softly slow kiss followed. Each time Bridget felt the imminent loss more keenly and after the second kiss, she thought that she couldn't bear another and didn't do it again.

In Sian's gentle arms, Bridget thought about her life. She wasn't sure how she could go on without Sian. The thought of it hurt so much. Yes, Don would try to help her but there was a place in her heart that he couldn't fill. She tried to imagine the other way, leaving Don. That would hurt too. But it was more than just him. Accepting this side of herself meant risking her whole family. She knew how her mother would react but Bridget thought it would be more than that. Would her whole family reject her? She just didn't know. Her mother was the most extreme, but what if they all turned their back on her. The thought of that was overwhelming. Combined with losing Don, it meant the end of everything that had defined her life up to now.

"I just don't have the courage to do it," Bridget thought to herself. Just admitting that caused her to start sobbing again. She felt Sian's arms tighten around her. Even that little action meant to help caused conflict. Bridget longed to give into the reassurance Sian was offering but at the same time, it was a reminder of what she was going to be losing. She took in a long shuddering breath. Trying to stop her crying, Bridget found it impossible. She put her arms over Sian's and squeezed. It was important that she let Sian know how much she appreciated the comfort Sian was trying to give; even if she wasn't finding any comfort in it.

Bridget wasn't sure when she stopped crying but at some point she realized that she had. Twisting so that she could see Sian's face, she looked into Sian's eyes. Even if it started her crying again, Bridget needed to say something to her. "I'm sorry, Sian. I'm so sorry." Bridget's voice was very soft and Sian could hear how close she was to losing it again.

"Don't be, Bridge. I understand," Sian replied as her fingertips lightly ran over Bridget's cheeks. She could feel the rough skin, irritated by the constant stream of tears. Bridget's eyes closed tight as she tried to stop any more. Turning away, she rested her head again against Sian's chest.

All the crying had left Bridget feeling exhausted. As she lay there, the rise and fall of Sian's chest and the sound of her breathing began to lull her to sleep. Even though she longed to surrender to it, Bridget knew it would be the wrong thing to do. It might give her a little while longer with Sian, but it just made it harder for Sian to do what she had to. Finally Bridget sat up and swung her feet down onto the floor.

"I should go," Bridget said without looking over at her. She felt Sian's hand reach out and stroke her back. As much as she wanted to lean into it, she didn't. She sat like that for a few moments and then she stood up. Trying not to think about how they had just had their last intimate moment, she walked over to where her coat was hanging and began to put it on. Behind her she could hear Sian getting up. Picking up her purse, Bridget turned to face her.




It Didn't Work Out Ch. 11



The pain on Bridget's face was mirrored on Sian's. Neither one of them wanted this but at the same time, they couldn't see any way out of it. They looked at each other for a few seconds; and then Sian walked over to her. Their arms slipped around each other just like a thousand times before. The warmth and comfort it had always brought before was missing this time.

Bridget looked at Sian. "I am not going to stop loving you, Sian." She stumbled over the words and they haltingly came out.

"I'm not asking you to, Bridge. I won't stop loving you either. I just hope that over time we can bear it," Sian said.

"I want you to be happy, my darling Sian," Bridget said as she tightened her arms around Sian.

Sian got a sad little smile on her face. "I'll try." After a moment she added, "You too, okay?"

Nodding, Bridget put her head against Sian's chest and hugged her even tighter. Unable to look Sian in the face any more, she spoke softly. "Thank you for a wonderful few months, Sian. I don't regret them."

Returning the hug, Sian kissed the top of Bridget's head. "Nor do I. Thank you for letting me into your life."

Mustering up the strength, Bridget raised her head. She looked one last time into Sian's eyes before leaning forward. For a moment Sian thought Bridget was going to kiss her on the lips but at the second Bridget moved and brushed her lips against Sian's cheek. Kissing her on the lips would have just reopened the wound. The room was silent except for the little sound of their lips against cheeks.

With that Bridget turned away and walked to the door. She paused one last time as she stood in the open doorway. Even though it hurt, Bridget looked back at Sian. Her lips curled slightly up and she nodded. Sian could feel the tears start to come out her eyes as she mouthed a goodbye. The pain on Bridget's face tore into Sian's heart. She knew that as soon as the door shut, she would completely break down again. She watched as Bridget stepped through the door and slowly closed it. The sound of it shutting was one of finality.

"God, I hope that Kate and Liesl are home tonight," Sian thought. The idea of being alone was too painful. She grabbed the phone and dialed to see if they were. Once again the tears were running down her face.

When Bridget got into her car, she just sat there. The tears were falling too hard for her to drive. Bridget put her head against the steering wheel while she fought to regain control. It took her some time. The feeling of emptiness overwhelmed her. It was hard to believe. Only a couple of hours ago she had been so excited, anticipating a wonderful night with her girlfriend. How could it go from that to being over, she wondered.

Eventually the tears began to dry up and she started the car. This time she drove slowly, not really wanting to get home. She didn't know what she was going to say to Don. The more she thought about it, the less she wanted to talk to him. No matter how much he might try to offer comfort, she knew that inside he would be happy. Her pain would give him joy because she wouldn't be with Sian anymore. Whatever he would do, it would be insincere. Bridget didn't even know whether or not he would know enough to do everything possible to hide it. Would it show through? She just didn't know but she couldn't face seeing that.

As she got closer to home, her mood darkened; the more she became convinced that Don wouldn't be able to help himself. Over the course of the last few weeks, his unhappiness about her relationship with Sian had become more pronounced. Even tonight he had scowled when she left.

"He wins," she thought.

Making it harder was knowing that it was her own feelings for Don that cost her Sian. She couldn't give herself completely to Sian without walking away from Don. In the end, it was Sian who walked away, unable to continue sharing the woman she loved with someone else. And it was Don who had put Bridget in this position by pushing her. "I never wanted to do this. I was happy with just being his wife and just loving him. I never would have loved her; I never would have lost her, except for giving into him," she thought. A little ball of anger built in her stomach. It didn't really feel good but it was better than the despair she felt over losing Sian.

When she pulled into her driveway, it was the anger that she felt most. Blaming Don was easier than dealing with the hurt. Deep down she knew it wasn't fair either, but right now she was just trying to survive.

Don looked over from the television in surprise when he heard the door open. He hadn't expected Bridget to be home for hours. He hadn't even been sure she would be home tonight. His mouth dropped when he saw her red splotchy face. It was still wet in a few places. Her hair had been perfect when she left now it hung limply. She looked wretched. But it was the intense glare that caught him by surprise the most. Whatever he was going to ask withered under that glare. He watched in silence as she stalked to the bedroom and shut the door. He heard the click of the door locking.

He waited for a few minutes to see if she came out. When that didn't happen, he got up and walked softly over to the door. Listening carefully, he heard her sobbing. Don raised his hand as if to knock but then thought better of it. Backing away from the door, he went into the kitchen and stood resting against the counter.

It wasn't too hard to figure out that something had happened between Sian and Bridget. Even from the kitchen, he could still hear Bridget crying. To his credit, his first thoughts were not about whether Sian was out of their lives. The sound of Bridget's unhappiness cut into Don's heart. Even with his jealousy, he had wanted Bridget to be happy. It was hard but he was trying to handle his feelings about Sian better. And now Bridget was desperately unhappy and he could do nothing. She didn't want anything from him, at least right then. He hoped that at some point she would let him in and he could try and comfort her.

Going back into the living room, Don sat down on the couch. After a few minutes he shut off the show he had been watching. He wanted Bridget to know that if she needed him, he was there. It was only after he had sat there for some minutes that he started to think about whether or not this meant that it would just be the two of them. Even though Bridget was suffering now, he couldn't help but admit that he hoped so. She might be in pain now, but he would show her how much he loved her. He would do everything he could to make things better between them so that it wasn't so hard to no longer have Sian.

Even when the sounds of Bridget's crying faded away, she didn't come out or unlock the door. Eventually Don went into the guest room and started to get ready for bed. As he brushed his teeth, he looked down at the little case Sian left there. It was an unwelcome reminder not only of the place she held in Bridget's heart but of the pain that she was going through. He sighed. Even though he wanted to move it out of sight, he worried that Bridget might take that wrong. He left it alone and just finished brushing his teeth.

Don went out and checked the door one last time. Perhaps Bridget had unlocked it while he was in the other room. He carefully tried to turn it without making any noise. It didn't open. Looking at the door, Don wished again that she would let him in but didn't dare disturb her. He knew instinctively that it was better to wait until she wanted him. Backing away, he headed into the other bedroom and went to sleep.

In the morning Don got up. As he came out of the guest room, he noticed that the door to the master bedroom was open. Looking around, the house seemed pretty dark. The only light that was on was the one over the stove. Wandering into the kitchen, he could tell that Bridget had already eaten. The coffee was made. As he reached for the pot, Don saw a note from Bridget. He put the coffee back down and picked up the note.

"Don, sorry about last night. I will tell you about it tonight when you get home. I'm okay. Couldn't sleep so I just went into work an hour early. Love you, B. P.S. Don't worry about me!"

It was short and to the point. It left the bigger questions unanswered but at least he knew where Bridget was. The little feeling of nervousness that he had been feeling seemed to evaporate. As he thought about it, he realized it had been from a tiny fear that she had just left.

Pouring his coffee, Don read the note again. He decided to just eat a piece of toast and then shower quickly. If he was lucky, he could get in early enough to justify leaving a little early and maybe miss some of the traffic. Bridget might need him tonight, he thought to himself.

When Bridget got home that night, she felt dead to the world. She had practically sleep-walked through the day, barely aware of what was going on around her. Luckily she had a couple of friends who covered for her, even though neither one of them had any idea what was going on with her. The most that they could get out of her was that it wasn't a problem with Don. When she went to her boss to ask if she could leave early since she came in early, he took one look at her and nodded.

He would have made some comment about needing a vacation from her vacation except Bridget had seemed just fine the day before. More than that, she seemed energized. It was a completely different Bridget today. He hoped she would be better tomorrow. Bridget was popular at work and he didn't want to have any problems with her. He watched her as she went back to her cube and got her stuff to go home. Her two friends came over and gave her hugs before Bridget left.

Once Bridget was inside her home, she dropped her things and collapsed on one of the high bar chairs around the island. She had managed to not cry at work, except during lunch when she went and hid in her car. Pulling out her phone, she unlocked it and looked at the text messages. There were none from Sian, nor had Bridget sent any.

"I should be used to that," Bridget thought. "After all we went over a week with no texts or calls when I was in Hawaii." But she knew that was different. It had just been a temporary agreement to give Don what he wanted.

That triggered another one of the random thoughts that Bridget had been having all day. What if she hadn't agreed to not talking to Sian the last week; would it have made any difference? Maybe if they had been talking, Sian wouldn't have decided they needed to stop seeing each other. It was a rabbit hole of what ifs that Bridget had been falling down since waking up this morning.

Bridget could feel the tears starting again. Even if it hadn't made any difference, she at least would have had another week of being in touch with Sian. She wouldn't have been missing her the same way; the way she was going to be missing her from here on. Bridget wiped at the tears. She didn't want to dissolve into a puddle again tonight. Taking slow breaths, she gradually got herself under control. More to keep her mind off of it than any real interest in dinner, Bridget went to the refrigerator and started to get things out. Don had picked up groceries so there were multiple choices.

Looking them over, Bridget decided to do an Asian stir fry. Getting out the chopping board and a good knife, she started cutting up the chicken thighs that Don had bought. It was a good choice. Bridget went through automatic motions to do the cutting but at the same time she needed to pay attention to avoid slicing her fingers off. It didn't require deep thinking but didn't allow her mind to wander off. After making a little marinade for the chicken, she got started on rice and then cutting up the vegetables.

When she heard Don's car door shutting, Bridget looked up in surprise. It was still early. She didn't expect him home for another hour. She sighed. The anger at him from the night before had faded away. It wasn't fair and she knew it would be wrong to take it out on him. At the same time, Bridget dreaded telling him about it. It would just stir up the raw emotions. She wasn't sure how well she would handle that.

The front door opened and Don entered. He looked over to where Bridget was standing. His face showed the apprehension he was feeling.

"Hi, Honey. How are you doing," Don asked in a neutral tone. He was trying to get a read on her.

"Hi," Bridget said, flashing Don a brief smile. "I'm, uh, doing okay. Been better." She went back to finishing cutting up the carrots into long narrow strips.

After taking off his coat, Don came into the kitchen. "Honey, put down the knife for a second," he told Bridget in a gentle tone. For a moment, she didn't do anything but then she obeyed. When her hands were free, Don turned her around and gave her a hug. He just held her without trying to give her a kiss. For a brief few seconds, she resisted but then she put her arms around him and hugged him tight. She rested her head on his shoulder.

"You had me kind of worried last night, Bridget," Don said as he continued holding her.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I just couldn't talk," Bridget said. Her voice was shaky. Lifting her head up, she gave his cheek a little kiss. "Thanks for the hug," she said after that.

"Anytime, Honey," Don said releasing her. "You want any help?" He looked around to see what he could do.

Bridget smiled at him. It helped that he wasn't going to pump her for information but was just waiting and being supportive. She nodded. "I need the spice mixture on the page there. I haven't had time yet."

Don smiled at her and started getting the mixture together. For a while they just worked side by side in silence. Bridget looked over at him a couple of times but couldn't bring herself to say anything. When Don finished with that, he went and got out a bottle of wine and opened it. He poured a glass for both of them. Picking up his, he went back to the cookbook to find what else Bridget might need. When Bridget finished getting the rest of the vegetables ready, she reached over for her own glass. She sipped at it. Finally she spoke.

"Sian told me last night that it was hurting her too much to only have me part time. As good as it was when we were together, it wasn't enough. She couldn't ask me to choose so she did the only thing that she felt she could. She told me it was over between us," Bridget said. Part way through telling Don she started crying again. This time it was just a slow crying without the wracking sobs from the night before. She just let the tears run down her face without trying to stop them.

Don went over and gave her another long hug. "I figured it was something like that," he said. He searched for the right words, convinced that no matter what he said it probably wouldn't be good enough. "I'm sorry you are hurting so badly, Honey," he finally said.

Bridget was glad that she was pressed against his body. It meant he couldn't see the flash of irritation that crossed her face. She knew that he meant it but at the same time she knew he wasn't sorry it was over. She tried to put the thought out her mind but she couldn't manage it. The best she could do was whisper "Thanks."

Feeling her stir, Don released her to allow her to step back to where she had been working. Bridget looked at him. "I don't really want to talk about it," she said. The tears seemed to have mostly stopped. "I needed to tell you but I don't want to talk to you about it. All I really need is a little understanding about why I'm sad. You can't solve this Don. I just need to get through it."

"On your own?" Don couldn't help but ask.

"Maybe. It isn't like I have anyone to talk to about it. The only friends who might understand me, well, were Sian's friends first. I doubt they will want to talk to me," she said a little defiantly.

"Okay," Don nodded. "But my shoulder is always there to cry on and my arms are always there to hug you." He hoped the smile he was showing was properly sympathetic. It hurt him to see Bridget this broken up.

Bridget couldn't reply. She started crying again and turned her back on Don to just try and focus once again on making dinner. She got out their wok and began to heat it up. It helped. The crying jag ended much sooner than she thought it would. And once the chicken was in the wok cooking, she didn't have time to think about much else.

Don watched her for a couple of minutes, and then he turned to the cupboard and got out what he needed to set the table. With one eye on Bridget, he got the table ready. Alternating between setting the table and coming over just in time to hand Bridget the next ingredient she needed earned Don a few smiles. Although there was still a sad cast to them, he noticed that the smiles at least reached Bridget's eyes.

During dinner, Don found that he was doing most of the talking. He tried asking Bridget questions about her day but she mostly responded with one word answers. At best, she might say a little something before lapsing into silence. Eventually Don just started talking about work and although Bridget didn't talk a lot, it still felt better than no conversation at all. He even managed to make Bridget laugh a couple of times when he was telling her a story about someone screwing up the copy machine.

When they were done, Don told Bridget that he would clean up. She wandered into the living room and sat down on the couch and stared at the wall. Every once in a while Don would look over at her and shake his head. He hated to see her so down. Even though he really wanted to forget the dishes and go try and comfort her, he kept at it until they were all done. He had forgotten how many dishes it was possible to dirty when making a stir fry and it took longer than he expected. Finally he was done. Wiping his hands off on a dish towel, he poured them both another glass of wine and went over to Bridget

"Hey Honey," he said as he handed her a glass.

"Thanks," Bridget said. Her voice sounded lifeless. But when Don sat down, she didn't hesitate to lean against him.

"No problem. So what would you like to do tonight?" Don asked as he put his arm around her.

Looking at him, Don could see that there were unshed tears building up again in her eyes. "I don't know. Curl up in a ball and cry?" Bridget said before turning away to hide her face. She felt the tears begin to leak out.

Listening to Bridget sniffle as she tried to stop the tears made Don feel very powerless. He hated that the woman he loved was hurting. A woman crying was always hard for him but knowing that it was because his wife's heart was broken by her girlfriend was worse. He didn't know how to really comfort her, especially without making her mad at him. He gave her a hug and she seemed to appreciate it.

"Maybe we could get ready for bed and watch a TV show curled up in our room? We could start watching that cop show you like again," Don suggested.

Bridget looked at him and smiled a little. They had been watching it before things had really gotten started with Sian. Once things got serious with Sian, her time with Don had been more limited and they didn't spend as much time just cuddling and doing something sedate like watching television. It sounded like a good idea to Bridget. It was something familiar and comfortable.

"Okay, I'd like that," she told Don. They stayed like that for a few minutes more but then she got up, followed by Don.

Unlike last night, it was clear that Bridget expected Don to come into the bedroom with her. But when she wanted to change, she uncharacteristically went into the bathroom and shut the door for a couple of minutes. The door was only shut long enough for her to change. She wasn't sure why but she just felt a little shy about undressing in front of Don. He joined her in the bathroom as she started to wash her face and brush her teeth. Looking at herself in the mirror while she used her toothbrush, Bridget thought about it. In the end she decided that at least for now, she wasn't very interested in sex. She felt too numb. But she knew Don and his sex drive. Seeing her naked would invariably make him at least a little horny and she guessed that subconsciously she was trying to avoid that. When she looked at her nightgown, she felt like her guess was confirmed. It went all the way down to her feet and was very loose. There was nothing tantalizing about it.




It Didn't Work Out Ch. 11



After getting the pillows bunched up just right, the two of them cuddled together as Don picked up the remote. She had long ago given up on breaking him of that quintessential male role. Even his just misplacing the remotes led to him jokingly accusing her of stealing them. Still it felt comfortable which is what she needed. She rested her head on his chest as they started watching the show.

It was still early and they were able to watch several episodes. Part way through the third episode, Bridget felt Don's hand begin to stroke her. For a while she let him, although she had a sinking feeling that despite her signals he wanted to be amorous. They had kissed some during the evening but she had kept them all very low key. When he leaned over and kissed her again, she was sure. He tried to extend the kiss and she felt his tongue stroking her lips. She didn't part hers and pulled back to look again at the show.

After a few minutes more, Don's fingers were starting to stroke the sides of Bridget's breasts. She slowly reached up and took his hand in hers and linked fingers, moving it away from her breasts. She felt him look at her but she didn't look back, nor did she say anything. Her grip was tight, perhaps more than she realized but she kept it, not wanting to free up his hand. He seemed to settle down after that and didn't try anything more.

The normalcy of the night was what she needed. She didn't cry any more, although a feeling of sadness never left her for a moment. But at least there was a peaceful feeling and other than Don's desire, there were no demands being placed on her. Even that didn't require a lot to handle it. She wasn't sure he really got the message but at least he stopped. She liked the show but the emotional energy she had spent over the last day started to get to her. She felt her eyelids getting heavy. Struggling to keep from falling asleep, Bridget tried to at least finish the episode they were watching. It was a losing battle.

Don heard the change in breathing patterns and looked at Bridget. Her eyes were closed. He noticed that they were a little puffy from all the crying over the last day. Reaching over, he lightly brushed a few stray hairs out of her face. She muttered in her sleep. He turned the sound down a little more and continued watching until the episode ended. He wouldn't mind watching it again with Bridget but it seemed like a good idea to let her get a little deeper in sleep before he started moving in the bed. Plus he wanted to pull out a couple of pillows from under her head so that she would be comfortable.

Still he was only watching with half of his attention. The rest of it was thinking about things. Part of it was wanting to figure out how to help Bridget get through the breakup with Sian. He hated watching it and there was little that he could really do. At the same time, he couldn't help but feel relieved. It was a feeling that he was trying to hide from Bridget but in the almost dark room with Bridget sleeping beside him, Don couldn't help but smile. At least now it was just the two of them. He knew that his marriage had been weakened over the last few months. But as long as Sian was around, it had been difficult to try and repair it. Without her, he had a clear shot to work on fixing things.

Over the next few weeks, their life seemed to be slowly returning to normal. Of course not everything could be the same as before. After the third day of finding a reason not to go to the gym, Bridget faced reality and admitted that she couldn't go back to her old gym. There was no way that she wouldn't see Sian there. It would hurt too much. And it would make Sian uncomfortable. That was her job and the last thing that Bridget wanted to do was make things any harder for her. She told Don that she was going to go in and sign up at the other local gym. Don didn't say anything beyond okay.

Bridget found herself crying less over time, as was to be expected. The raw nature of the wound couldn't stay like that forever. But there was a depression that didn't seem to be lifting. And even weeks later, little things could start her crying. It became noticeable at work and her boss had to talk with her.

He called Bridget into his office late one afternoon. As she sat in the chair next to his desk, he looked at her with obvious concern. She had been working there a couple of years and all of it for him. She had always been one of his best employees.

"Bridget, you know me. I would never want to pry into your personal life so please don't think that is what I am doing. But ever since you got back from vacation, your work here hasn't been up to your normal standard. You're distracted and well, I can tell things aren't good with you," he said in a compassionate voice. "You know that I think you are great and am very happy that you are working for me. That hasn't changed. I know how good you can be. I just need you to start to get back there."

Bridget couldn't help it. It was one of those times when the tears just started to flow. She fished into her purse to find one of the hankies that she kept with her at all times now. "I'm sorry, Bill. I will try to do better," she said as she tried to hold back her tears.

Her boss looked uncomfortable as he watched her. Bridget thought it was from seeing her cry but she was wrong. "I want to tell you something that I haven't told anyone else at work. About a year ago, my wife and I went through a rough patch. I didn't get that promotion I expected. You probably remember that. Anyhow I got down and it put a lot of strain on our marriage. My wife got me to see that I could use some help," he said. Picking up a couple of business cards, he put them down on the desk right in front of Bridget.

Bridget looked at them and then looked at him. He gave her a sympathetic smile. "I'm not saying you need help or that I know what is going on with you. But I just thought I would pass these on. One is for a marriage counsellor that we found pretty helpful. The other is for a therapist. I liked her a lot and she helped me with my issues. It's up to you whether one or both of them would help you."

After hesitating for a moment, Bridget picked up both cards. "Thanks Bill. I don't know either, but I appreciate it."

"Don't worry too much about work. I know how good you are. You will bounce back," he told her. She smiled at him as she wiped the last tears away. "Let's be crazy and call it a day fifteen minutes early," he said as he returned the smile.

After that things at least got better at work. Bridget found it easier to push her sorrows out of her mind there and just focus on doing a good job. It was at least one part of her life that was completely within her control.

Home life was a different matter. Bridget was finding it hard to reconnect with Don. While they were getting along, she was most comfortable with him when they were acting more like friends than being married. Their life was settling into a routine where they would spend time together but Bridget rarely felt like doing anything intimate. Don was trying not to push too hard, but after three weeks his frustration was starting to show through. Without someone else to divert her attention, he felt like things should be getting back to normal.

It wasn't that simple, Bridget thought to herself as she waited for Don to get home one night. She recognized that he was trying to be more sensitive and romantic. But his attitude towards Sian and her relationship continually got in the way of any improvements. As far as Bridget could tell, he seemed to be regarding it like a casual love affair. The importance Sian had in her life was completely dismissed as a friend and partner. And she resented him treating it like it was just a sexual relationship.

It was having Sian in her life that she missed the most. Even now, weeks later, Bridget still found herself starting to text or picking up the phone without thinking because there was something she wanted to share with Sian. Sometimes she just wanted to talk with someone who understood her.

Unfortunately Don was only showing how much he didn't understand her with how he was treating her feelings toward Sian. And there was no one else to fill the gap. Not having shared what was going on with Sian and her marriage before the break up, Bridget felt uncomfortable with talking to any of her friends about it. Beyond the same sex aspect, Bridget wasn't sure whether they could accept what had been going on in her marriage. It would be hard to tell part of it without the whole sordid details coming out.

Of all the friends she had made through Sian, one surprised her by keeping in touch. Viola, the larger woman that Bridget met when she and Sian went out dancing, had given her a phone call a week after Sian broke up with her. Viola had just wanted to let her know that she was still Bridget's friend.

"If you ever want to talk, don't hesitate to call me," Viola had told her. Although she felt a little awkward about it, Bridget actually had done that. It turned out that Viola didn't work too far from Bridget and they had met for lunch a couple of times. While she could talk to Viola about her relationship with Sian and how she was doing, Bridget found it much harder to talk about her relationship with Don. Viola was one of a very small number who knew the whole story but it didn't make a difference. Bridget just didn't want to talk about that with her.

Just like her boss, Viola encouraged her to see a therapist. She could tell that Bridget was holding a lot in and Viola worried that it would be too overwhelming. It would be easy for Bridget to get in a really bad place. Viola had been there herself once and she could see a few of the same warning signs. Her urging was similar to how Bridget's boss had handled it and after their second lunch, Bridget had agreed to start seeing one.

Even though it meant keeping a secret from Don, Bridget didn't tell him when she started to see the therapist. She wasn't dealing with the issues in their marriage so much as her own feelings about herself. Bridget hoped that the therapist could help her find a path back into happiness. She was taking a long lunch and going once or twice a week. Her boss was understanding and had no issues with it, especially since she was making up the time.

Sipping on a glass of mineral water, Bridget thought about Don. Her feelings were becoming more mixed about him. He was a good person and he had avoided talking negatively about Sian. Although he never came right out and said it, he seemed to accept his responsibility for creating the situation. At least he never seemed to be blaming Bridget for falling in love with Sian. But sometimes he tried too hard. When they went out, he constantly tried to touch her. Whether it was holding her hand, touching her back or putting is arm around her, he didn't give her any space. It felt cloying.

Worse was his jealousy. It didn't really matter whether it was a man or woman; it seemed to bother Don whenever Bridget paid any attention to someone else. Bridget had never given him cause to suspect that she might be interested in an affair before Sian. And as far as Bridget was concerned Sian didn't count. Maybe Don saw it differently but she had entered into the relationship with his full knowledge and consent. In fact it was more than that; it was with him pushing Bridget every step of the way. And she had been completely faithful to both him and Sian. It wasn't her nature, which was why it was bothering her so much now. Just when he wanted to fix the problems in their marriage, he was treating her like she couldn't be trusted.

It wasn't like she had much in the way of desire anyway, Bridget thought bitterly. The last time she really felt much in the way of desire was driving over to Sian's. It didn't seem to have anything to do with Don, as far as Bridget could tell. It was just missing from her right now. Even the couple of times she tried on her own, Bridget hadn't been able to find much of a spark of excitement. After trying to arouse herself for a few moments, she had just given up. It had taken her several visits to her therapist to mention it and they had only started to discuss it.

It made Don's jealousy all the more irrational. He had no reason to be jealous, and she had told him that. On the few times that she had been willing to talk with him about how she was feeling, she tried to get across to him that she just wasn't feeling sexy or interested.

Don didn't seem to get it. Bridget had always had a very healthy sex drive. It was too easy for him to mix up her lack of interest in him with the troubles in their marriage. It was never too far from the surface with him that Bridget hadn't left Sian. If Sian hadn't decided to end it, Bridget would still be with her. Now things were even worse than before and somehow Don had gotten it into his head that she might try and find the happiness she had lost with someone else.

It had gotten bad enough, that Bridget's therapist had encouraged Bridget to let Don know that she was in therapy. They had spent the whole session today on that idea. In the end Bridget agreed that she would. She had always been honest with Don before. She just hoped that it would help relieve his mind if Don knew that she was taking steps to deal with how she was feeling. Maybe he would get that it was deeper than he recognized.

Bridget took the last drink out of her glass of water. Her therapist had suggested that while she was dealing with these problems, that she might want to avoid drinking. She explained that it wasn't that she thought Bridget had any sort of issue with alcohol. From what Bridget had told her, she assured Bridget that it sounded like she was pretty responsible with how she drank. Still when someone is depressed, it made sense to avoid depressants. Bridget was mostly a social drinker but she hadn't had a drink in a couple of weeks. She wasn't sure if it had made a difference, but she hadn't been crying nearly as much. Maybe not drinking had something to do with it.

Just as she started to pour herself another glass of mineral water, Bridget heard Don pull up. Dinner was fairly simple tonight. She had made a green salad to go with pasta. She had also picked up a loaf of fresh bread from a bakery. An uncomplicated meal was all she had the energy for today. Looking over at the dining room table, she thought about lighting the candles that were standing there. After reflecting a moment, she turned away. She wasn't trying for a romantic mood. Don might even misunderstand.

The door opened and Don came inside. He was carrying a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Clearly he had stopped somewhere on the way home. Walking over Bridget, he handed them to her with a shy little smile on his face.

"Thank you, Sweetie! They are very beautiful," Bridget said. They were vibrant colors that brightened up the room. She felt her spirits lift a little just looking at them. The fragrance from them quickly began to fill the room. Going to one of the cabinets, she got out a vase and put the flowers in it after filling it with water. As she put it down on the dining room table, she removed the candlesticks. There wasn't really room for both.

While Don went into the bedroom to change into some more comfortable clothes, Bridget put the food on the table.

"What do you want to drink, Sweetie?" Bridget called out to Don.

She heard him shout back. "Could you pour me a little scotch? It was a long day."

Walking slowly to the liquor cabinet, Bridget hoped that didn't mean he was going to be in a bad mood. That would make it all the harder to talk to him. She thought about not doing it tonight but she wasn't sure how easy it would be to get her nerve back up if she lost it tonight. She picked up a bottle and poured about a shot and a half into a tumbler. She was so distracted by her thoughts that Bridget didn't even notice it was the bottle that Sian had given Don for Christmas.

When Don came out, he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Coming to the table he reached down and picked up his scotch and took a drink. For a moment he enjoyed the flavor, and then he recognized it. He took another sip, hoping that it would hide the little frown that crossed his face. Being reminded of Sian was not something that he liked. For a moment, he wondered whether or not Bridget had picked that one on purpose for some sort of dig. He looked over at her but she was occupied with the final few things for dinner. She wasn't paying the slightest attention to his drink. Shaking his head, he dismissed the thought from his head.

The two of them sat down at the same time. As they started eating, Bridget led the conversation by asking Don about his day. It turned out he was asked to do a bunch of additional reports and they were all super high priority. He needed to have them done by Friday. He almost stayed late tonight but he was hoping that he could get them done without the extra hours. Bridget gave him the appropriate sympathy.

Slowly Don started to feel better. The dinner was tasty and the scotch mellowed him out. It was good and it wasn't too hard to forget how he had got it. It took a while but eventually he remembered to ask how her day was.

Picking up her water, Bridget swirled it around in her glass. Her silence made Don a little nervous. She gave him a little smile. "It was an okay day, almost typical I guess," she said. Her eyes dropped and then looked into his. "I haven't told you this but I've been seeing a therapist; for a few weeks, now. I wasn't sure how it was going to go, and I thought you might worry so I didn't tell you. But I'm going to keep going so I wanted to make sure you knew. I don't want to keep secrets from you, Don."

It was an understatement to say Don was surprised. He couldn't remember Bridget ever talking about wanting to see a therapist. He took another drink from his scotch. He wondered how much she had told her therapist. He felt a flush of embarrassment. Don didn't view his actions over the last six months with a lot of pride.

"It's been helping me some," Bridget said without elaborating beyond that.

"That's good, I guess," Don said. He wanted to ask more but Bridget didn't seem forthcoming. He wondered what helping meant. He hadn't noticed much difference over the last couple of weeks. It made him nervous to think that she needed professional help. Did that mean things were worse between them than he realized?

"I haven't been doing well, Sweetie. I was struggling at work, more than I let you know. Bill suggested that it might help me," Bridget said quietly. "I thought about it for a while and decided he was right. I called the name he gave me and I liked her. I've seen her 5 times so far."

As Bridget spoke, Don thought about whether she was going to want them to go to marriage counselling. The idea made him squirm. Yes they had issues, but going to counselling would mean exposing everything. He wanted to just forget about Sian and pushing Bridget into having another relationship. It had been a bad idea. And he especially didn't want to admit it was his to someone else. Anyway if they just worked on it, their relationship would get better. They didn't need help.

Bridget ate the last couple of bites on her plate. As she put her fork down, she gave Don a look. Finally she said, "I just don't want to feel sad all the time."

"I don't want that either," Don said. "I'm trying to make you feel better."

"Don, I know. But this isn't about you. It's about me. I need to figure out how to be happy on my own," Bridget told him. She took a drink and watched Don. She could tell he was nervous although she wasn't quite sure why. "It isn't like I'm asking anything of him," she thought to herself. She sighed audibly. Once again a moment seemed to be lost where they could have made a connection. She wasn't sure why it kept happening. Something more to talk to her therapist about, she thought.




It Didn't Work Out Ch. 11



For the rest of the night, Don couldn't get the thought of Bridget talking about him out of his mind. He wondered what the therapist thought about him. It kept distracting him. When Bridget asked him if he wanted to watch something, he didn't hear the first couple of times she tried. And then when they started watching, he just sat beside her rather than snuggling up together. Bridget didn't seem to mind too much although she looked at him funny every once in a while. Don didn't notice that either.

When he turned off the television, Don leaned over and gave her a perfunctory kiss and then rolled over. Staring over at him in the darkness, Bridget thought about moving over and putting her arms around him but it didn't seem like it would be welcome. She rolled over to face the other way and was asleep before long. Don found sleep much harder to find. Finally sometime after 1 AM, he fell into a restless sleep.

Over the next couple of weeks, Don noticed that Bridget seemed to be doing better. He couldn't remember the last time he saw her just start to cry. And when they talked about her day, she told him that she was doing better there and her boss was happy with her work again. While he was glad about the improvement at work, it bothered him the way that she was talking about her boss. Bill was older than Bridget by a good fifteen years. He was a relatively attractive guy for his age and Don wondered if he was using Bridget's troubles to try and get into her pants. What was just appreciation for the fact that he cared about Bridget and had helped her was completely misread by Don.

But then that was common now. He had almost gotten into a fight when they were at a party over at a friend's house. Bridget had been talking to a guy Don didn't know. He thought he might be the husband of a woman they had met at another party. He wasn't even particularly good looking but he was telling a story and Bridget found it funny. As Don stood against the wall watching, he thought she was making too much of an effort to laugh. Bridget was completely surprised when Don suddenly appeared at her side to tell her that it was time to leave. Since it was still quite early, Bridget wanted to stay for a while longer. She was having a good time and there had been too few of those recently. When Don started to get more heated, the man stepped in between them and suggested that Don calm down. That might have been okay but he put his hand on Don's chest without thinking anything of it. When Don swatted it away, things started to get ugly. If it hadn't been for the host stepping in and pulling the other man away, Bridget was sure Don would have hit him. As it was, she was so embarrassed by Don's behavior that she made some apologies and they left.

On the way home, Bridget was furious. "What were you thinking, Don?" she exclaimed to him. Her arms were crossed with her body as far away as she could get in the car.

"He was flirting with you. And you seemed to like it," Don growled back at her. His hands were gripping the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles were turning white.

Letting out a long exasperated breath, Bridget turned to look at him. "First, he was doing no such thing. He was telling me the same story that he told three other people. I only caught the tail end of it and wanted to hear the rest. It was funny, Don. Second, that guy is so in love with his wife that I don't think he even really thought about whether or not I was a woman. And finally Don, even if it was someone else and they were trying to flirt with me, you should know me well enough that I don't flirt back."

"Bridget, I don't think you even know sometimes when a guy is trying to flirt with you," Don started to say before she cut him off.

"Maybe Don. But I know he wasn't. Typically guys who are flirting can't keep their eyes off a woman's body. He never looked," Bridget hotly said. "You embarrassed me. I don't know if we can show our faces with that crowd again. Hell, I don't know if we will even get an invite now." She looked out the window and watched the passing street lights for a while as they both sat in silence.

Finally Bridget looked over at Don. "I don't understand where this is coming from, Don," she said wearily.

For a while, Don didn't answer. Gradually his hands relaxed their grip on the wheel and he felt calmer. "You and I haven't made love in weeks now. That isn't normal for you. It just makes me think if you don't want it with me, you must be looking to get it from someone else. Maybe it's not rational, but that's how it feels."

With his attention on the road, Don couldn't see the surprise on Bridget's face. She shook her head in disbelief. "Don, I've tried to tell you. I just don't have any desire right now. It isn't about you." The frustration in her voice was clear. "Just because I am not attracted to you right now, doesn't mean I am looking for someone else," she said.

Taking his attention off the road for a moment, Don looked at her. Bridget may have said that she wasn't interested in sex or that she didn't have any desire before, but this was the first time that she said she wasn't attracted to him. He could feel his heart beat a little faster.

Bridget could see the look he was giving her. She groaned mentally. Her word choice could have been better, she thought. Maybe it was true, but she shouldn't have said it that way. "Sweetie, I don't mean that you aren't attractive. You are a handsome man. I mean that no one is attracting me sexually right now. It's part of the depression. Susan and I have been talking about it. It's temporary and when I am feeling better, my desire will be back," Bridget told him. She didn't often talk about what she and her therapist discussed, but this felt like one of those things that needed to be shared.

Don continued to drive. Bridget could tell from the way his hands were twisting on the steering wheel he was feeling anxious again. She didn't know which was worse, his anger or his anxiousness. Both of them tended to make him behave in ways that weren't helping to improve things between them. As they were getting closer, Don kept glancing over at her. Finally he couldn't help asking the question that had formed in his mind.

"Are you finding women attractive? Is that it?" Unlike before, Don didn't sound like he found the idea exciting anymore.

"I told you, Don. I am not attracted to anyone that way. Man or woman, it doesn't make any difference," Bridget said. Even though he kept his attention on the road, she looked directly at him as she said it. He made a curt nod and didn't say anything more.

This time Bridget let out an audible sigh. She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. What she had told Don was true. She wasn't sure if Sian showed up naked in her bedroom whether or not she would get excited, given how she was feeling. But at the same time, the last couple of sessions with Susan had focused on her sexuality. They were the most exhausting sessions since she began seeing her. After the first one, it had taken so much out of her that Bridget found it hard to go back to work. She had changed the time on the last session so that it was at the end of her day. She was glad that Don had been late that night. It gave her a chance to recover.

Thinking back to her last session, Bridget remembered how Susan had started it off. "I'm not here to save your marriage, Bridget. My goal is to help you figure out what makes you happy and then help you begin to take some steps to get there. If that turns out to be staying married to Don, then that's where we will go. But if not, my responsibility is to help you find that path." It had been a scary moment and they had talked almost half the session about that idea. While it wasn't the first time that the topic of staying married to Don had come up, it was the first time they had spent any time really digging into it.

The rest of their time had been spent going back to high school. Bridget was slowly coming to grips with the idea that while she might be bi, her basic orientation was towards women. Although she had suppressed it after the altercation with her mother, usually she found herself much more attracted to women. In high school and college, it often took her months to pick up on the interest of men and slowly start to return it. The few times she had allowed herself to develop crushes on women, they happened much faster. With Sian, she had gone from friendship to falling head over heels in a few short weeks. And unlike with her relationships with men, being with Sian had felt right from the first moment.

It was completely different with men. Don was the only guy that she had ever loved. She had been fond of her other lovers, but it never crossed that line. Even with Don, it had taken a long time before she really felt like she loved him. And it was because of the person he was, not because of an intense sexual desire. Bridget enjoyed sex with him but it was never the biggest part of her attraction to him. Once she started sleeping with him, it was generally at his initiation. It was as much to please him as it was for anything else. And her interest in sex waned over time. It was one of the reasons that Don had wanted to find ways to spice things up.

Even compared to when she was first going out with Don, sex with Sian was completely different. Their love making was just that; an expression of the love that they felt for each other. Bridget had anticipated and looked forward to every time that she and Sian made love. And Sian had the ability to arouse her with the lightest of touches or sometimes just a look. It had been easy in a way it had never been with Don. The truth was that it satisfied her in ways that were rare with any of her male lovers.

Her head rested against the window of the car as Don turned into their neighborhood. The cool window felt good, helping to alleviate the headache that was trying to take hold. Bridget felt exhausted. The almost fight at the party and then the almost argument in the car had sucked out all of her energy. She didn't have anything left to think about life choices and the future. She closed her eyes and tried to keep the headache at bay.

Pulling into their driveway, Don parked the car and sat in the driver's seat with his head pressed against the backrest. When he spoke, all the anger from before was gone from his voice. "I'm sorry I overreacted. When you aren't happy, I'm not happy either, Bridget. And it makes me nervous." He turned and looked at her. She reached over and took his hand and squeezed it. He returned the pressure.

"I know," Bridget said. "I wish there was something that you could do that would just make me happy, but there isn't. I have to figure out how to find happiness on my own." Bridget tried not to let her voice tone change as she continued. "But you getting pissed off and into fights is the surest way to make me unhappier." She gave his hand another little squeeze.

Don's head slowly came forward to rest his chin on his chest. He sat like that for a second before saying, "I know." Lifting his head up and looking at her he added, "I'm an idiot sometimes."

The dark obscured the slightest little wince on Bridget's face. Don's words were too close to ones uttered by Sian multiple times. It was a reminder of Sian that Bridget didn't need. She pulled her hand back from Don's and opened the door to the car. She started into the house without waiting for Don, thinking that she just wanted this day to end. She could hear Don getting out and then following her inside. By the time she had the door open, he had caught up with her.

As Bridget headed into the bedroom, Don looked at the clock. It really wasn't that late and he was reminded of his behavior at the party. He had hoped that Bridget might want to spend some time together but it was clear that she was looking to go to sleep.

"Honey, I am not feeling sleepy," Don said just as she got to the bedroom door. "I think I will watch something."

"Okay," Bridget said as she looked briefly back at him. "Night."

"Goodnight. I love you."

"I love you too," Bridget said. Don watched her as she went into the bedroom. At least she didn't shut the door. It had taken her a while to realize that it felt like she was shutting Don out of her life when she reflexively did that. Now she only did it when she really was trying to get some separation from him.

Moving over to the couch, Don sat down and picked up the remote. After turning the television on and turning to the sports channel, Don reached over to grab a pillow. Holding it over his chest with both arms, he leaned back and watched the recap of the day's sports news. He was still there a couple of hours later. It was beginning to get to be a bad habit with him.

A week later, Bridget and Don were watching a movie in bed. It had been a pretty good day and Bridget had snuggled up to Don when he got into bed. Don had seen it while on a business trip several months ago so he was only giving it part of his attention. It let him think about things while still following the plot.

Over the last week, Don kept thinking about ways to try and get some spark back into their relationship. Although he understood what Bridget kept telling him about needing to find her own way to be happy, it still didn't sit well with Don. In the time since the end of Bridget's relationship with Sian, it didn't seem to him like their marriage was getting any better. Although she seemed to enjoy having him hold her like tonight, she never wanted to go any further. As she continually told him when he asked about it, she just wasn't feeling interested.

"It seems to me that if she would just try, maybe she would find her interest growing," Don thought to himself. "How can you get aroused if you never want to even try?" It was frustrating, and in more than just the emotional way. Don wasn't used to not having sex this long. Sometimes when Bridget was out, Don would bring out one of the lesbian videos and beat off to it. He might cum, but Don wasn't getting the same jolt out of them as before. And it was a pale imitation of the real thing with Bridget. 

Don started to think about ways they might be able to just start the sexual side of their relationship. He thought if they could improve that, it would help bring the two of them together. There was something about the intimacy of making love that would carry over to the rest of their relationship. The key was finding some way to get Bridget aroused.

Even though the lesbian fantasy hadn't worked out like he planned, Don thought about the other things they had done before that. They had certainly put some spice in their love life. He wondered if maybe finding some new fantasy of Bridget's might be the right thing.

As Don watched the movie, he kept thinking about that idea. Maybe tonight was a good time to bring it up. The movie was almost over and then he would have a chance. He knew that his sense of urgency was partially driven by the fact that he hadn't masturbated in close to a week. He was feeling horny. The romantic comedy they were watching wasn't helping as the end approached the couple were making up by making love. They weren't showing a lot, but the actress was hot. Don's cock was semi-hard as he watched the two actors kissing with the woman's back exposed. He looked over at Bridget. She had a little smile on her face as she watched.

Once the credits started, Bridget reached over and gave him a hug. "Thanks for suggesting this movie, Sweetie. I really liked it." Don noticed that she had a couple of tears rolling down her face. She smiled, feeling a little shy. "Okay, I know. I'm a softy for stuff like this."

Don hugged her back. "I don't mind. Don't take this wrong, but it is nice to see tears for that reason rather than because you are unhappy."

Bridget smiled. "True," she quietly said. She obviously wasn't bothered by what Don said.

Since Bridget seemed to be in a good mood, Don decided to take a chance. "Honey, I've been thinking. I know what you have been saying about not being interested, you know, in sex. But maybe it is because we aren't trying. Maybe if you tried, you wouldn't find it that hard to get excited after a little bit."

"Don, it isn't like that. I just don't feel like it," Bridget started to say.

"I know, but maybe we could try something. You know like we were doing last year. Find a fantasy of yours and use it to help," Don said hopefully.

He instantly knew that it had been the wrong thing to try. Bridget's body drew away from him. "No Don. I'm not doing fantasies anymore!" She paused as she tried to keep control but it was impossible. "Jesus! I can't believe you. Is this just so that you can get laid? If you want that so bad, why don't you go find a hooker or pick someone up in a bar? This is about me trying to find a connection with you and you think it is all about sex. I cannot believe you! Have you listened to anything I have been trying to say?" Bridget's voice kept getting louder and her face angrier.

"We got here by you focused on your sexual fantasies rather than our marriage. And don't give me any bullshit about it being my fantasy. I was content to leave it there. You weren't! How did that work out, Don?" Bridget glared at him. "Well how did it?"

"Honey, I was just trying to find a way to help," Don tried to backtrack but Bridget wasn't having any of it.

"Sex isn't our problem, Don. Believe me, it isn't," Bridget told him. She crossed her arms and fell back against the pillows on the bed, completely on her side.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. Forget I suggested that,"

"Ha! Like that is likely," Bridget scornfully said. She looked away from him. For once it didn't look like she was likely to cry. The way she looked made Don think it was more likely that she would hit him.

Don rolled over and lay there. He couldn't believe how badly that went. And what did Bridget mean that sex wasn't their problem. If not having sex for almost two months wasn't a problem with their marriage, what did Bridget think was their bigger problem? Don was afraid to ask. A few minutes later he felt Bridget stirring. He looked over his shoulder and saw Bridget getting out of the bed and holding the pillow she usually used.

"Where are you going?" Don asked.

"I'm going to sleep in the guest bed," Bridget replied as she walked to the door. Looking back at him, her voice was cold. "And don't come in and try and talk. I'm not in the mood for that either." Then Bridget walked out.

As she lay down on the bed, Bridget thought about how for once she didn't feel like crying. She was just mad. All the time she had spent trying to talk to Don about how she was feeling and what she was going through seemed to have been wasted. In the end for Don it seemed like it boiled down to sex. If they were having sex, then their relationship was good. The emotional connection that she had been seeking to rebuild didn't matter. Or if it did, the only way that he could see to fix it was through sex. And then to suggest using more fantasy play? Didn't he see that they started to go wrong when he got fixated on their fantasies? Once that happened, he lost sight of the things that had really linked the two of them. For Bridget it had never been sex. His obsession started to obscure the guy that she fell in love with.

In the darkness, Bridget sighed. She knew that the problem wasn't really what Don had done tonight. It just illustrated the fundamental issue. In the time since she and Sian split, none of those emotional connections had sparked for her with Don. Most of the time, she was comfortable with him. But as her therapy had gone on, she was realizing that she wasn't really happy with Don. It was acceptable. It was safe, especially at a time when she was overwhelmed by her depression over losing Sian. At least that was beginning to get better. She no longer felt like a black cloud was hanging over her all the time.




It Didn't Work Out Ch. 11



But how she felt about Don hadn't changed. And she wondered if it ever would. More than that, Bridget wasn't sure she wanted it to.

In the last session, her therapist had asked her about how her life would be different if her mother had accepted her experimentation with her high school friend. Would she still have ended up in a straight relationship? What would her expectations be for a partner? They were hard questions. She was still thinking about them. For the most part, Bridget couldn't help but see them through the prism of her time with Sian. As much damage as Don did with his obsession, Bridget was honest enough to see that the richness of her relationship with Sian did more. It was a richness that she hadn't felt with Don.

Bridget was still trying to figure out whether that was due to being a woman or it was just Sian. Whichever it was, she was beginning to realize it wasn't going to ever be like that with Don. She wasn't sure anymore whether or not she was willing to work hard enough to try to get back to what she used to have with him, even if he was going to try too. Bridget had her doubts about that anyhow, but she didn't want to use that as an excuse. What was becoming clearer to her was that she wasn't willing to settle for what she and Don had.

At the very end of their time, Susan asked Bridget a question to think about before the next session. "If you were to decide you were happiest as a lesbian, how would your family react?" She wouldn't let Bridget answer then because she really wanted Bridget to think about it.

As she lay there in the darkness, Bridget pondered that question. Her mother was sure to be upset and would probably disown her, but Bridget wasn't so sure about the rest of her family. Times had changed during the last 7 years. She was pretty sure her brother would be supportive, but she wasn't sure about her father. He had never gotten involved with what happened back in high school. She couldn't remember him even mentioning it, but that was typical with him. Bridget's mother made it clear that her word was the law with the kids. Deep down though, Bridget thought her father would be fine with anything as long as she was truly happy. She hoped he would, although she wasn't sure he would do much to stand up to her mother.

Slowly the fire of Bridget's anger at Don burnt out. Bridget restlessly turned over in bed and bunched the pillow under her neck and chest. But it was replaced with sadness. The more that she thought about things, the less it seemed like being with Don was what she wanted. They had been through so much over the last six months. So many of the things about him that had attracted her had been damaged or even destroyed. Mostly she couldn't forget his willingness to risk their love for his sexual fantasies. Despite her fear of what it might do to them, he hadn't listened.

Bridget rolled over again. She balled up her hands and rested her chin on them. Thinking back to when he first started to push her, did she wish that he had given in and stopped pressuring her? It would have meant never loving Sian. And she wouldn't have realized some of the things about herself that she was just now seeing. While things with Don back before had seemed good, it took the contrast with Sian to realize that it was possible to be much happier. No, she knew that she was glad that it happened.

She felt a few tears forming. It was hard to think about her life with Don ending. Although Bridget no longer thought that things could be fixed, she still cared for Don. She had shared her life with him for a long time. Walking away from that was scary, especially going to something that was very much unknown. And it was going to hurt him. When she thought about how she felt when Sian left her, Bridget hated the idea that she was thinking of putting him through the same thing. She had never hated Sian for it, but Bridget wondered whether or not Don would feel that way about her.

When the second big yawn came over her, Bridget realized that she was finally starting to fall asleep. She hadn't made any definite decisions but it felt better that she was at least getting the real questions out there. As she was drifting off, she thought to herself that perhaps tomorrow she should call in sick and really try to figure things out. It would give her some time without Don around. Maybe she could even see if Susan had an opening. Things were going fast and Bridget needed someone to help with a reality check. That thought relieved her mind a little more and she was soon asleep.

In the morning, Bridget woke up hearing Don moving around out in the kitchen. He normally got up a little earlier since he had a longer commute. She stayed in bed thinking about whether or not she was really ready to start taking steps to change her life. It seemed so intimidating. Getting up, she went to the guest bathroom. Talking with Don this morning was the last thing that she wanted to do. Taking a shower there would consume almost all the time before Don had to leave. Turning the water on to high, Bridget looked at herself in the mirror. The emotions of the night before were showing on her face. When the steam from the hot water obscured the mirror, Bridget turned and got into the shower.

As she slowly washed her body, Bridget thought again about what she wanted. Last night had been emotional; was this just a reaction to that? Or had it just been the tipping point to realization of what the right thing was. She kept turning that over in her mind. The more that she considered it, the more that she was sure it was just the push she needed. She wanted to find the right way to go but without hurting Don any more than he had been already. But she couldn't find that way. After having tasted what it was like to be happy, anything less wasn't enough. Even if she could get back to where she and Don were a year ago, it would seem like a pale imitation. She couldn't be satisfied with it, even if Don was.

Looking over at the clock, Bridget saw that it was late enough now that Don was probably gone. She let the water run over her body for another minute or two. She felt reluctant to get out, even if she was alone. It meant taking the next step. Finally she reached out and turned off the water. Standing there, she let the water drip off while she squeezed her hair to get out a little bit more. With a towel wrapped around her, Bridget walked through the bedroom. Cracking the door open, she looked around. The house was silent. After listening for a moment longer, she came out and went to the phone.

It was late enough that her boss should be on his way into work. Bridget dialed his cell number, hoping to catch him. It rang a couple of times and then he answered. She could tell that he had her on speaker from all the background noise.

"Hey Bridget, what's up?" Bill said.

"Sorry to call you like this. Bill, I need to take a sick day," Bridget replied.

"Are you not feeling well?"

"Well, kind of. You know the counselling I have been going to. Well, it's been helpful. To the point where I think I'm going to leave Don but I am going to try and see Susan to talk it over. Plus I need to make some arrangements," Bridget told him.

"Oh Bridget, I'm sorry to hear that. Don't worry about it, we don't need you today. Just deal with this and let me know if you need anything." He paused before he asked her, "Does Don know what you are thinking yet?"

"No, not until after I have had some time to talk and think it over a little more." Bridget sounded very sad. "I may need tomorrow too."

"I understand. Just deal with it and don't worry about the sick time. I'll approve it," Bill said. "You're a great worker and we will all support you."

"Thanks. I will call you if I am going to be in tomorrow," Bridget said. She heard Bill end the call. Putting down the phone, she went into the bedroom to get dressed. She wanted to be able to call Susan and be ready to go as soon as her office opened. It didn't take her too long to get ready. It turned out that Bridget was lucky. Susan had a cancellation first thing in the morning and Bridget grabbed her car keys as soon as she hung up the phone. She had just enough time to get over there.

An hour and a half later, Bridget was driving back towards her home. The session with Susan had flown by. As usual, Susan didn't give her any answers. No matter how much Bridget at times wished that it worked that way, she knew that Susan helping her figure out the answers for herself was much better. She admired the way that Susan could ask a question that would help Bridget see things in a different way that helped her move forward. At the end of the session, Bridget felt better about her belief that the time was right. When she got up to go, Susan came over and gave her a hug.

"I know that it won't always be easy. And Don probably won't understand," Susan told her. "These issues have been going on for a long time. It's just that what's gone on over the last months helped you to figure out what it will take for you to be happy. I will see you next week, but if you need to talk before then please call."

"Thanks, Susan. I will," Bridget didn't feel pleased but it was a relief.

Bridget headed home. She had already called her brother and asked Riley to take off a little early and come by the house. She didn't tell him what was going on but her calling out of the blue was unusual enough that he didn't even think twice before saying yes. Bridget hoped that he would be just as willing to let her stay with him for a little while. She wasn't sure what else she would do while she tried to find an apartment if he said no; maybe a hotel.

When she got home, Bridget spent the rest of the morning and the afternoon until Riley got there packing. She felt bad that she hadn't talked to Don yet and she wouldn't leave until after she did, but now that Bridget had made the decision she didn't want to delay. It wasn't possible to take everything of hers but she wanted enough to live with for a few weeks. She also took a few of her most precious things. Bridget didn't really think that Don would be angry enough to try and hurt her by destroying them, but if she was wrong she at least didn't want it to be the things that meant the most to her. In the end, it meant taking three suit cases and a couple of boxes. She piled them up in the bedroom and then tried to tidy up as best as possible. She wanted to talk to Don before he saw them. It wasn't going to go well no matter what, but at least she would have a chance to try and explain before he lost it.

When Riley got there, Bridget sat down with him and told him an abbreviated version of what had happened. She left out the other fantasies that led up to Sian but she was open about what had happened with Sian. Bridget took more than her fair share of the blame for what happened. Don didn't come off looking good but Bridget didn't want her brother hating him. Riley listened without saying much although when she started to cry he reached out and held her hands.

When she was done, Bridget looked at him. "I hope you aren't too disappointed in me, Riley."

"Sis, why would I be disappointed in you? You tried to make things work with Don, despite the fact that deep down you are gay. I'm surprised you made it this far," Riley told her.

"I don't know if I'm a lesbian, Riley. I'm still figuring that out," she said shaking her head.

Chuckling, Riley patted her on the hand. "Bridget, I figured it out a long time ago. But since you were going to try to live a straight life, it wasn't my place to say anything. If you had ever asked me, I would have told you to be yourself but you didn't ask."

"You know Mom isn't going to feel like that," Bridget said with a long sigh.

That stopped Riley's chuckle in midstream. "No, she won't but you don't have to worry about that right now. First you have to get through today and tomorrow, and I think it will be a little while before you have to face Mom on this issue." He looked at his watch. "When is Don going to be home?" he asked.

"He should be here in about an hour. I'll come over after we talk. I figure that will take a couple of hours. I'll see you then," Bridget said.

Riley frowned at her. "I don't think so. Just like you, I don't think Don is going to do anything rash but I'm not going to take the chance. I will wait here until he gets home. I will make myself scarce once you start to tell him, but I am not going to leave until you do." He saw her starting to object. "Bridget, I don't want to regret not staying. There isn't anything you can say to change my mind."

Bridget got a little smile on her face. She hadn't had her big brother try to protect her in a long time. She got up and gave him a hug. "Thanks, Riley," she told him.

Once she let go of him, Riley went to the bedroom and got her things and took them out to his car. It was an SUV with dark windows. It was highly unlikely that Don would see them. Even if he did, he would probably think they were Riley's.

The rest of the time waiting for Don was spent working on making plans. Bridget needed to figure out where to find an apartment. She needed to find a lawyer. She was hoping that Don would be reasonable and see that the best thing was to separate amicably. She really didn't want to waste a bunch of money on lawyers. Riley had some good suggestions on both fronts. Being a few years older, he had several friends who had gotten divorced. He promised to talk to the ones that had done it with the least fuss to see if she could get any pointers.

When Bridget heard Don's car door slam, she looked up startled. It was right about on time but all of a sudden she felt unready for it. Riley gave her an encouraging smile. They stayed seated and waited for Don to come in.

"Hey Riley," Don said as he entered the house. "I thought that was your car. I didn't expect to see you here."

"Hi Don. I didn't really expect it either," Riley said.

The smile that was on Don's face at seeing his brother faded away at the grim look on Riley's face. Don looked over at Bridget. For a moment she couldn't meet his eyes but when she looked up the pain on her face made Don's stomach lurch. "What is it?" he asked her.

The chair scraped as Riley got up. "Excuse me," he quietly said and went down the hall into the guest bedroom.

The silence was heavy in the room as Bridget waited to hear the door click shut behind Riley. "Don, could you sit down with me?" she asked him. He slowly moved forward and sank down onto the chair Riley had just vacated. His hand automatically reached out for hers but Bridget's hand remained in her lap.

"Don, there's just no easy way to say this. I've trying to think of one but there isn't. I'm moving out. Tonight. I can't do this anymore. It's over between us," Bridget told him. Despite all the crying over the last day, the tears started again. "I'm sorry, Don. I love and care for you but I don't want to be married to you."

Don slowly pulled his hand back. While a lot of emotions were running through him, it was confusion that he felt the most. "Honey, what? I mean, is it last night. I'm sorry about that. I'll never suggest something like that again. We can make things better!" His voice was full of panic.

"It isn't last night, Don. It isn't the way I've been feeling the last months. It isn't how empty the relationship has been over the last year. You wanted me to explore my lesbian fantasy and I did. Despite my warning you about what it could mean for us, I did. And what I really found out is that I think I'm a lesbian. I just tried to be straight to make my mother happy. But now that I know what it is like to accept myself, I can't seem to go back." Bridget wiped at her tears.

"Is it Sian? Have you been seeing her? I thought we said no secrets, Bridget!" Don was grasping at straws. He felt the first surges of anger.

Bridget tried not to let his groundless accusation get to her. "God, no Don! I told you when we broke it off that I wasn't going to talk with her or text her. I haven't seen her since then. Even when I got my stuff back from her place and gave back hers, I did it through a mutual friend. She didn't deserve to be hurt again by having to see me. I've been honest with you the whole way. This isn't about someone else.

"And it isn't about you, Don. Some of the things that have been wrong with our marriage are, but if that was all it was then I could work through them with you. It's about realizing who I am." Bridget couldn't help sob a little as she spoke.

"Couldn't we try marriage counselling? I'm willing. I don't want to give up on the good years we've had," Don pleaded. He could feel his temper flaring up and Don struggled with keeping control of it. It wouldn't help. He knew that but it didn't make it easy. His clenched hand came up and hit on the table. "Damn it Bridget, marriage is hard. I'm willing to work at it," he almost shouted.

"Don, I'm not," Bridget said. She knew he was on the edge and she might set off his temper. Looking at his fist, she could see him reflexively tightening it. "That's the problem, Sweetie. I've looked at myself enough to know that I'm not happy. The reason why is that I haven't ever been myself." She reached out and put her hand on his fist. "Don't be mad, Don. This isn't something that you did or that can be fixed." She could feel the tension in his hand. She squeezed it.

Don closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Is that why Riley is here? Because you thought I was going to lose my temper?" he said as he opened his eyes.

"No, he is here because I'm going to stay with him and I needed to talk. I told him about Sian and about coming to grips with who I am. He actually wasn't surprised about that. But he wouldn't leave. He trusts you just like I do, Don. But he is my big brother. He had to be sure." Bridget looked over her shoulder at the hallway to where Riley was. "He couldn't have lived with himself if he was wrong," she said quietly. After a moment she added, "I told him you would be fine and he should go. He just wouldn't." Just like Riley, Bridget had been almost completely sure about Don; almost but not 100%. She hoped Don would never guess that.

"I'm not going to blow up. And I am not going to hurt you either. I love you, Bridget. I have loved you almost since I met you! I don't want to lose you," Don said, shaking his head. "I can't accept it's over."

"Don, I do love you and I care for you. But it isn't enough. And it can't be. It turns out that it isn't about you pushing me to fall in love with someone. It isn't about the fantasies. And although I warned you not to do this because of those things, it turns out I didn't get it right either. I'm not leaving you for someone else. I'm leaving because I've figured out I'm a lesbian." Bridget looked at Don with sympathy in her eyes. "Sweetie, I don't want to be married to a man, even a man who I love. And if you think about it, you don't want to be married to a lesbian. You haven't been any happier than I have."

As Bridget was speaking, Don finally started to cry. He tried to stop them, rubbing furiously at his eyes. Finally he covered them up until he was back under control. He looked at Bridget and sighed. "So what happens now?" Don said. He sounded defeated.

"I've packed enough stuff to last a few weeks. Hopefully I'll find a place to live quickly. And then..." Bridget stumbled over the words. As much as she knew it was right, it was hard to say. "Riley has a couple of friends who went through amicable divorces. He is going to find out who their lawyers were. I hope we can find a way to do this where we can stay friends. And maybe not spend all our money fighting each other."

There was a hollow feeling inside Bridget as she finished. She felt a little of the black cloud come back. Their marriage had been the center of her life for years. Accepting the failure of that was depressing. From the look on Don's face, he was feeling something similar.




It Didn't Work Out Ch. 12



This is last chapter. It's a long story so if you made it all the way through thank you and I hope you enjoyed it. The entire thing couldn't have been done without the help of my friend and editor. His contributions go beyond correcting my errors. He was a great sounding board to allow me to refine some of my ideas. Terry, thank you so much.

Bridget looked at herself in the mirror. She turned her head one way and then the other and then sighed a little bit. Her cousin looked over at her and smiled to herself. Joni could sympathize with Bridget. She was just as nervous six months ago.

"You look lovely, Bridget!" Joni told her. "You are a lovely bride."

"I shouldn't have let her take off quite as much length. It doesn't look like I thought it would," Bridget said in an exasperated tone.

"It doesn't matter, hun! You are lovely! And Sian is going to be just as nervous as you are. I hate to say it but she isn't going to notice your hair, let alone remember it. Believe me. Try asking Trevor what I looked like on our wedding day." She laughed. "Try asking me what he looked like. I would have to pull out the wedding pictures and it was only half a year ago. But I couldn't have told you the day after. You remember what I was like."

Thinking back, Bridget had to laugh. She remembered helping to talk Joni down an hour before the ceremony as a case of wedding jitters hit hard. "Okay, okay. But I'm not as bad as you. I don't see you having to lean against the door as I try to get to my car!" she told her cousin.

"You didn't do that," Joni said, putting her hands on her hips.

"No, your maid of honor did. And you are my maid of honor," Bridget said. She had a smug look on her face. 

Joni smiled at her. "By the way, I want to say thank you for asking me to be your maid of honor. I am really glad that you did."

Bridget returned the smile. Joni had always been one of her favorite cousins growing up. That might have been enough for her to ask Joni to be her maid of honor. But what really did it was how Joni had not just asked Bridget to be part of her wedding but made sure that Sian was included in the celebrations too. When Joni told her that she was getting married, Bridget was excited for her. But after a second, she realized that it was the first family event since she had come out where bringing your significant other was expected. 

She had tried to introduce Sian to both her parents but her mother had refused. It bothered Bridget that her mother had started a big fight with her father. She hated bringing trouble into his life. In the end, it didn't matter. Once again, he stood up to his wife. He joined Riley to have dinner with Sian and Bridget. It started off a little awkward but by the end of it, he was a fan of Sian. 

"She loves you a lot, Bridget. I can't imagine anyone working harder to make you happy. Nothing against Don, but he isn't close to her class. You are lucky, Sweetie," her father told her.

Joni's wedding made Bridget a little nervous. It wasn't that she was ashamed of who she is or of Sian. Bridget couldn't go without Sian, but she also didn't want to cause any problems on Joni's special day. When Bridget tried to tell Joni that, it was one of those moments that when she was truly surprised.

"I am not going to accept you and Sian not coming to my wedding, Bridget. I want you there. And I don't care that you have a girlfriend or a boyfriend. Sian is who is important to you, so that makes her important to me too. If your mom doesn't want to come, well I don't care about that as long as you and Sian are there." Joni had told Bridget.

It ended up being a wonderful experience for Bridget. Sian hadn't just been included; she had been welcomed by most of Bridget's family. In the end, it was really only Bridget's mother who had a problem with it. A few great aunts and uncles weren't quite sure about it but even they were polite. Bridget's mother had made a big deal about refusing to talk to Bridget, let alone acknowledge Sian. In the end, Bridget's father took her mother aside and told her in no uncertain terms to be quiet and think about Joni. It worked and there were no further incidents the rest of the wedding.

Bridget and Sian spent most of the wedding with Riley and his girlfriend. Bridget knew her from when she lived with Riley. She was the only one that Bridget had put two checks next to her name on her ratings list for her brother. Riley had tried to keep that secret but he let it slip and found his sister becoming one of his girlfriend's favorite people. They frequently got together for dinner with Sian and Bridget.

The best moment for Bridget was when she was dancing with her father. It was a slower song and they talked as they danced. Her dad looked at her with a big smile and told her how proud he was that she was his daughter. She gave him a hug but when she went back to dance, he shook his head. He nodded and she noticed they were standing in front of Sian. 

"Why don't you dance with the woman you love, Bridget?" he told her. She gave him another hug and a kiss before going into Sian's arms. For most of the dance, Bridget just kept her attention on Sian. She didn't want to look around and see any disapproving looks. At the very end of the song, she finally looked up. For the most part, no one was paying attention to them. But the few people who were all seemed to have smiles on her face. After that she had danced every time that Sian asked her. All in all, it had been a special time.

A couple of months later, she and Sian went on a hike in the mountains. It was still early in the year but the trail wasn't too high and it ended at a lake. There was a short patch through the snow but it didn't last long. When they got to the lake, Sian set up lunch for them. They were all alone even though it was a warm early spring day. 

Bridget was surprised to see that in addition to the sandwiches, fruit and snacks, Sian had also brought a bottle of champagne. They only had their camp cups to drink from, but it was still a nice surprise. She ate lying back in between Sian's legs with her back against Sian's chest. It felt like she was in heaven. When Bridget finished her sandwich, Sian took her hand and kissed it. Bridget turned so that she could look at Sian. 

"I love you, my darling Sian," Bridget said as she wiggled her body against Sian's. 

Sian leaned forward to give Bridget a kiss. "I love you too, Baby," she said. Her voice sounded almost nervous. Bridget looked back at her again but couldn't read the expression on Sian's face. She was about to say something when Sian started talking again.

"I've loved you a long time now, Bridge. Since almost when I first got to know to know you, I fell for you. We had our challenges, but being with you has been being with my soul mate. I have had to face life without you, and I never want to do that again. I want to live my life with you. I want to experience the changes. I want to grow old with you. Being with you makes me happier than at any time in the rest of my life," Sian told Bridget as she hugged her close.

"Oh Darling!" Bridget started to say something before Sian shushed her. 

One hand let go of Bridget and Sian reached into a pocket. She brought out a beautiful white gold ring with a stunning diamond embedded in the center and surrounded by smaller diamonds. She held it in front of her girlfriend. Bridget's eyes opened wide with surprise.

"I want it to be forever, Bridge. And I want everyone to know that I am binding my life to yours. Would you marry me, Bridge?" Sian's voice was still nervous even though the love she felt was plain to Bridget.

Getting up and turning around on her hands and knees, Bridget gently kissed Sian. "I would love to marry you, my darling Sian. I would love to be your wife. You are the only person I want. You are who I want to share my life with too," Bridget said. Her voice wasn't nervous. She knew this was what she wanted more than anything, and unlike Sian she already knew the answer to what she wanted. 

Bridget held out her hand to Sian. Carefully Sian slid it onto Bridget's ring finger. She sighed as it fit perfectly. Having taken one of Bridget's favorite rings to the jeweler, she had been pretty sure but it was still one more thing to make her nervous. As soon as it was on, Bridget kissed her. This time the kiss was full of the passion that they both felt. Their mouths kissed hungrily, twisting and biting at each other. Slowly Sian sank backward on to the blanket and Bridget followed.

Unable to help herself, Bridget had to stop kissing to look at Sian. Her smile was as big as possible and her eyes sparkled. Sian couldn't believe how lucky she was. 

"I can't believe that I'm going to be your wife, and you are going to be mine!" Bridget said. "I am the luckiest woman alive."

"Sorry, I have to claim that spot." Sian stroked Bridget's face as she spoke. "A year ago, I was in despair. I'd lost you. I was alone. Now I have the one thing I couldn't have then; the one person who was right for me."

Bridget hugged Sian close. "Forever," she said softly.

They began to kiss again, giving into their passion. Bridget's hands began to wander over Sian's body. She loved how touching Sian's breasts made her thrust up against Bridget. She pressed down to answer the pressure. She brushed her fingers over Sian's nipples, making her moan with each stroke. Beginning to kiss down Sian's neck, Bridget's fingers sought out the hard bumps so that she could gently pull on them. 

Sian's arousal grew as Bridget played with her. "Yes," she hissed as she felt Bridget's lips kiss down her neck. When Bridget unbuttoned her shirt, she welcomed it. They might be outside, but there was no one around. Most people didn't even know that the lake was reachable yet. She felt the fresh air touching her body as Bridget opened up her shirt so that she could trace little kisses around the edge of Sian's sports bra. Each kiss provoked some sort of reaction from Sian, whether it was a moan, a hiss, a long groan or simply saying Bridget's name. Slowly the kisses built and grew in length. Bridget sucked on the skin or nibbled on it. Sian could feel how wet her pussy was getting.

When Bridget reached down to undo Sian's pants, Sian immediately lifted her hips. She was ready for more. Having her fiancée lick her was the only thing that was on Sian's mind, other than the fact that Bridget was her fiancée. That awareness mingled with the caresses and kisses to stoke Sian's desire. 

Grasping both Sian's pants and her panties, Bridget pulled them down to expose her pussy. It was very wet and the smell from it delighted Bridget. She dipped her head down and gently kissed the top of it. Slowly working her way down, she flicked her tongue in and out to capture the tasty nectar. Once at the bottom, Bridget slid her tongue between Sian's petals and pressed in as she ran her tongue back up. Only when she almost reached the top did she pull it back. Bridget wasn't ready to pay attention to Sian's clitty yet. She only swirled her tongue around it, almost touching but not quite. Sian's groans were music to Bridget's ears.

Once again, Bridget began to move down. Her lips pulled at Sian's pussy lips, tugging and worrying them. The caresses from her tongue dove in deep and then pulled back. Circling her tongue around the entrance to Sian's pussy, she felt Sian's hands on her head. She knew what Sian wanted. Slowly she pushed her tongue inward.

"Ohhhhh," sighed Sian. "I love you, Baby!" Her hips thrust up to meet Bridget's tongue. With each thrust, Bridget tried to get her tongue in deeper. She swirled it around when it was at the farthest point, stroking inside Sian. Then when she withdrew, Bridget swallowed down all the delicious juices that flowed into her mouth. Sian's excitement built as Bridget fucked Sian with her talented tongue. In her time with Sian, she had become an expert on what Sian liked.

Sian's hips were moving back and forth faster and faster. Her hands left Bridget's head. Sian no longer needed to urge Bridget on. Pushing her bra up and off her breasts, Sian grasped her nipples and rolled them between her fingers. The noises she made grew in volume and urgency.

"Yes! Yes! Right there! Ohhhhhh!" Sian cried out. "Oh God! Bridget, I love you!"

As Bridget continued to fuck Sian's pussy with her tongue, she began to brush her thumb up and down over Sian's clitty. The hard little nub was pushed up against Bridget's thumb every time that Sian bucked upwards. Rather than brushing lightly, Bridget met the thrusts by pressing down and wiggling. Every time it happened, Sian got wilder. Soon Bridget could tell that Sian was on the brink of cumming. Even when Sian's hips fell, Bridget kept vibrating her thumb against Sian.

Suddenly Sian arched up her back and froze for a moment before beginning to thrash about as she screamed a long loud cry. "I'm cumming!" It was good that there was no one anywhere close because they would have been able to hear her. Bridget continued to fuck Sian's pussy. Her tongue could feel the spasms clamping down on it. Pressing her face as hard as she could, Bridget made sure that she couldn't be thrown off by Sian's flailing. Even when it started to ebb, Bridget continued to thrust in and out of Sian's juicy pussy. She slowed to match Sian's movements until at the end it was just a very delicate flutter inwards and then back out.

Spent by her orgasm, Sian fell back against the ground. A moment later, Bridget's head popped up with a proud smile on it. She loved to be able to pleasure Sian to the point of collapse. Her face was soaking wet with Sian's juices dripping down her chin and neck. The collar of her t-shirt was dark from getting damp. Bridget loved it. She crawled up, straddling Sian's body until she could give her a kiss.

"Mmmmm, you do that so well. Thank you, Baby," Sian murmured after the lingering kiss ended.

"I'm glad my fiancée liked it," Bridget told her. The tone of self-satisfaction was rich in Bridget's voice. Sliding over, she lay down next to Sian and draped an arm over her. After a moment, Sian's arm lifted up and rested on top of Bridget's. They rested like that. 

After a while, Sian started to recover. She turned so that she could face Bridget. She loved how Bridget's eyes sparkled when she looked at her. "God, you are so good at that," Sian said. "I came so hard. It's a good thing I'm marrying you so that you can do that to me the rest of our lives."

"I want to make you feel like that the rest of your life, Sian!" Bridget sighed. "I'm unbelievably happy!" She hugged Sian tight. After a few minutes, Sian sat up with a half-smile on her lips. She pulled both of the day packs behind her and leaned against them. Patting the ground between her legs, she told Bridget to come and sit there. Bridget came willingly. She loved the feeling of being against Sian like that, the more so now since that was how Sian had proposed. Something about it always made her feel especially loved.

Putting her arms around Bridget, Sian began to kiss her neck. They were soft and sensual kisses that lingered. Sian was in no hurry. While one hand held Bridget, the other caressed her belly. Sian never stayed at any spot for too long, but as time went on Bridget started to squirm. As usual, Sian knew what buttons to push.

Slowly the fingers of Sian's other hand joined in. Bridget felt Sian begin to stroke the underside of her breasts, moving around to caress the sides. She gradually made her way from one to the other. Each time she changed which breast she was caressing, Sian got a little closer to Bridget's nipples. Her pace was agonizingly slow and was driving Bridget crazy. She wiggled and arched her back, trying to get Sian to hurry. The long slow tease was something that Sian did very well. Bridget both hated it and loved it. In the end, it brought her to amazing climaxes but the path getting there was almost torture.

As she got closer to Bridget's nipples, Sian also was moving the hand on Bridget's belly lower. Sian had pulled up her t-shirt so that she could touch Bridget's bare skin. Her fingertips were dragging along the skin just above the waistband of Bridget's pants. Sian would occasionally slip her fingers beneath the loose fabric. She could feel the top of Bridget's panties. Curling her fingernails, she would catch them on the panties and pull upwards. It made Bridget moan as they were pulled against her mound. It wasn't a strong pressure but with how excited Sian was making her, the effect was very powerful. Bridget couldn't help arching her back, pressing her head against Sian. When Sian pulled her fingers out, Bridget whimpered with frustration. Even though she knew they would be back, Bridget couldn't help herself. She wanted satisfaction now.

Feeling Sian's lips moving across her cheek, Bridget turned her head and eagerly sought them out. Sian willingly obliged her. The kiss was deep. Opening her mouth, Bridget invited Sian's tongue inside. There was no hesitation by Sian. Pressing hard enough that Bridget could feel Sian's teeth against her lips, Sian plunged her tongue into Bridget's mouth. She began to move it in and out. Bridget sucked on it, trying to keep it inside her mouth. She knew that always excited Sian which in turn made her usually accelerate how quickly Bridget got her satisfaction.

It seemed to work this time. Sian's fingers grazed across Bridget's breast. Bridget jerked hard as she felt the feathery touch against her nipples. She moaned loudly into Sian's kiss. The caresses continued and became more focused on Bridget's nipples. Sian began to run her fingers around them in ever tightening circles. As they brushed against the hard nubs, Sian would try to grasp them through Bridget's shirt and bra. Tugging lightly they would slip away but each time, Bridget was more excited. 

When Bridget felt Sian undo her pants and unzip them, she practically cried with happiness. She kissed Sian again but this time with a loving passion. She wanted Sian to feel how much she loved and cared for her. Sian pushed her fingers down under Bridget's panties to find Bridget's pussy. It was sopping wet and Sian's fingers slid easily into her slit. From the first time that Sian let her finger go all the way down then up the slippery pussy, Bridget was crying out. As Sian did it again and again, the cries were growing in pitch and volume. 

"Oh Sian, I love you! You are making me feel so good! I love your fingers in me!" Bridget babbled. No longer able to control herself enough to kiss, Bridget's head began to twist one way and then the other. She pushed her hips up, hoping that Sian would start to finger fuck her. When Sian's fingers got close to the entrance to her pussy, she would thrust hard. Gradually Sian began to push inside. It wasn't as much as Bridget wanted to start, but as it continued Sian's fingers went deeper. Once they were fully in, Sian began to move them in and out. Each time she tried to press harder. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" she told Sian.

The teasing had already brought Bridget close. Sian had been bringing her slowly along for over half an hour by now. Bridget was going wild, forcing her hips down against Sian's fingers. As much as Sian was fucking her, Bridget was fucking back. The pace was increasing and Bridget loved it. No longer able to talk, she was just making unrecognizable noises. Bridget could feel her orgasm approaching. Her body began to tremble. She knew that Sian could see the signs. Sian's fingers felt more urgent inside her and Sian was pulling harder on Bridget's nipples. Her lips were close to Bridget's ears so that she could whisper.

"I love you, Bridge. I love you so much. Do you like how I'm fucking your pussy? Your pussy is so wet. You're fucking my fingers! I love making you cum, Baby. You're about to cum from my fingers. Cum, Baby! Cum for me," Sian said. The sexy tone of her voice had the right impact on Bridget.




It Didn't Work Out Ch. 12



Suddenly Bridget's entire body started to buck and shake. She felt the orgasm rip through her. It went on with wave after wave of pleasure overwhelming Bridget's mind.

"I'm cumming," Bridget screamed and then screamed it again. 

Sian held her fiancée and continued to plunge her fingers in and out of Bridget. It felt like her pussy was trying to grab ahold of Sian's fingers and keep them inside her but she was way too wet for that. It was easy for Sian to slide her fingers inside Bridget's slippery hole. Just as it seemed like the orgasm had crested, Sian changed what she was doing. Her fingers slid up Bridget's slit and brushed against the hard clitoris that was pushing out from between her folds. Flicking them back and forth, Sian lovingly attacked it. 

"Ahhhhhh!" Bridget cried. "Oh fuck ... again!" She felt another orgasm start. "I love you! I love you!" she tried to say. It came out almost unintelligible but Sian knew. 

"I love you too, Bridge!" Sian told her as she continued to coax Bridget's orgasm along. She felt Bridget's entire body lift up off her as she arched into the peak. She held it there for seconds before she collapsed against Sian. Her body was still filled with tremors that ran up and down. Sian felt them as she held Bridget in her arms. As soon as Bridget was back against her, Sian had stopped playing with her and instead was just embracing her. Now that Bridget was satisfied, Sian just wanted to show her the love she felt. Sian wasn't entirely sure if Bridget was conscious. She just lay there with her eyes closed as her body's twitches gradually died off. Only when they were completely gone did she open them up to look at Sian.

"Oh God, Sian. That was amazing!" Bridget said through pants as she tried to catch her breath. "You made me cum so hard. And twice!" She had to stop talking while she took in a few breaths. "Oh, I love how you make me feel!"

"I love pleasing you, Baby," Sian told her as she tenderly kissed Bridget's cheek. She smiled at the little contented noise that Bridget made as she felt it. 

Finally feeling a little energy come back, Bridget reached up and ran her hands through Sian's hair. She smiled dreamily at her fiancée. "Thank you, Sian. That was so nice."

"And we have our entire lives to be together, future wife!" Sian said. The love in her voice came through loud and clear.

"Yes we do!" Bridget agreed. 

They stayed like that for a while and then slowly began to put themselves back together. After they had their clothes in order, Sian pulled Bridget back against her and they rested in the sun. Although they both caressed the other, this time it didn't go beyond reaffirming their deep love. It wasn't until a few small clouds came by and the air grew a little cold that they began to get ready to go back down the mountain. It was such a perfect moment that neither one of them wanted it to end too soon. Even as they walked down the trail, they never let go of each other's hand.

For the most part, telling their friends and family was a series of happy events. Of course the closest friends like Kate and Liesl were delighted. Sian asked Kate to be her best woman. There was no one else it could be. In addition to her cousin Joni, Bridget wanted Liesl and Viola to be her bridesmaids. 

Telling her family went better than Bridget expected. Riley of course was enthusiastic as was his now very steady girlfriend. Since the divorce, Riley had gotten to know Sian extremely well. He couldn't imagine anyone who would be better for his sister than Sian. Even though he knew that Don loved Bridget, it hadn't been the same. As trite as it sounded, it was like they completed each other. Even when they weren't together, they were very happy. But when they were, Riley had never seen his sister happier. Beyond that, it was clear that accepting who she was was what Bridget needed to find that happiness.

Her dad had a pretty good idea of why Sian and Bridget were coming to see them, especially when Sian asked to talk to him alone. It had taken him a lot of work but he had managed to get his wife to at least see Bridget and not make any comments. The effort had changed the dynamic in their marriage and he was feeling better about the relationship than he had in years. When he went off to talk with Sian, they left Bridget and her mother chatting about Bridget's work. She still wasn't willing to acknowledge that Bridget was a lesbian, but they could get past it and talk about other things.

Bridget's father tried to keep an amused smile off his face as he watched Sian work on getting up the courage to say what she wanted. 

"Mr. Fontaine, I think you know how I feel about your daughter. She is everything to me. I love her so much. And we have taken our time, to make sure that this is right. I wanted her to be sure that she is really comfortable with this life. But after over a year since making her decision, she feels certain she is. Taking the time has just made it clear to us how we feel about each other. I know this isn't what you wanted for her, but I really appreciate the support you have shown her. It has made a big difference to her. I asked her last weekend to marry me and she said yes. Mr. Fontaine, I hope you will also support us and give us your blessing," Sian said.

"Sian, you are the best thing that has ever happened to Bridget. I've never seen her so at peace and happy. Of course, you have my blessing and my support in your marriage to my daughter. And I hope this is the last time that you call me Mr. Fontaine. I would like it very much if you would call me Dad. I already think of you as my daughter and I am glad this will just make it official," he told her.

"I do have a question," he said. "I didn't notice a ring on Bridget's finger. Aren't you going to do that?" Sian looked a little embarrassed. Suddenly he understood. "You didn't want to upset her mother, did you?"

"It was my idea. I wanted to have a chance to talk to you first, because I know that it is going to be hard on her mother. She would have figured it out immediately if Bridget was wearing it and then we would have spent the entire visit dealing with that. At least this way, we had a chance to talk first," Sian said. "I wasn't trying to deceive ... Dad"

That put a big smile on his face. "Oh don't worry about it. And I understand. Very sensible, but we do need to tell her," he said.

"We planned on doing it right after this," Sian agreed.

The two of them walked back to the living room where Bridget was still talking with her mother. Her dad had his arm around Sian's shoulder. That made Bridget's mother frown a little bit as they came into the room. Sian went and sat next to Bridget, who deliberately took Sian's hand.

"Mom, Sian and I have something to tell you. I know it is hard for you to hear and harder to accept, but please remember that this is something happy. Sian asked me to marry her and I said yes," Bridget told her. She reached into a pocket and pulled out her engagement ring and put it on her finger. She could see her mother's eyes already starting to tear up. Visiting with her had become possible but it was always a fragile peace. "I love you Mom, but this is who I am. I'm happier than at any time during my life. I hope you can accept that and at least be happy for me," Bridget said with a tinge of sadness in her voice seeing her mother's reaction.

Unable to stay sitting any longer, Bridget's mother got up and rushed out of the room. They could all hear her crying. It was what she expected, but Bridget still felt disappointed. Her father reached over and patted her on the hand.

"Don't worry about her. It's hard on her. I am guessing she feels like there is no coming back now. Like she is finally realizing that the battle was lost a long time ago," her father told her. He looked over at Sian. "But let me tell you how happy I am for both of you. I told Sian that it is obvious to me how right this is."

Bridget got up and gave her father a big hug. They talked for a little while but it wasn't long before they left. Her mother never emerged from her bedroom and her father needed to go see her. 

For a long time, the best that Bridget thought would happen was that her mother would come to the wedding. Although neither one of them were particularly religious, they found a church that had strongly supported the marriage equality initiative and decided that it would be nice to have the ceremony there. It was unsaid but Bridget hoped that might make it easier for her mother to attend. 

Bridget was completely surprised when her mother called her up and asked if she could come over and talk to her alone. Sian had a soccer game that weekend and while Bridget usually went to them, she told her mother to come over then. 

It was a morning on pins and needles as Bridget waited for her mother to get there. She had thought about calling her father but decided to allow her mother the chance to do it how she wanted. When the knock on the door came, Bridget was ready to get it over with and let her mother into the apartment.

It was the first time her mother had visited but it didn't seem like a good time to give her a tour. Bridget had hot water ready and made the two of them a cup of tea. They sat drinking it at the kitchen table.

Bridget's mom didn't wait long before she got to the point. 

"I know I haven't been very kind to you lately, Bridget. Or very supportive. It's hard when your world gets turned around. I've got some pretty strong beliefs, especially on what is right and wrong." Despite her somewhat harsh words, the tone was completely different. It was much softer than Bridget was used to hearing from her mother. It lacked the tone of judgment that it often had. Her mother looked up from the tea and into Bridget's eyes. "I'm not going to tell you that I think your relationship with Sian is right. I can't do that. But after a lot of talk with your father, I want to tell you that it's your choice. It's your soul. I can't make your choices for you."

Once again Bridget was surprised when her mother reached out and took her hand. "Bridget, just because I don't approve of the choices, doesn't mean I can't still love you and support you. 'Judge not, that ye be not judged' is what the bible says. So I will leave that with God," her mother quietly said. "I don't want to miss out on your life. And Daddy tells me that you are happy, as happy as he has ever seen. Maybe I wish you were finding that happiness in another way, but I guess in the end I can be satisfied with that."

"Oh Mom, thank you!" Bridget said as she felt a few tears blur her vision. "I tried not to be this way, but it is who I am."

"I know. I wish ..." her mother trailed off. Bridget guessed what her mother didn't say. Even if she wished that Bridget was different, it was enough that she could accept it.

Once again her mother surprised her when she completed her thought. It was obviously hard for her to say. "Bridget, I wish I had figured out sooner that what was important was your happiness. I'm sorry that when you needed me to help you, all I could do was judge you. Not just now, but when you were in high school. I caused a lot of unhappiness. Your father helped me see that." She was quiet for a moment. "He is a good man," she finally said.

"Yes he is. Thank you, Mom. You don't know what this means to me," Bridget told her as she hugged her mom. "Maybe it was for the best, Mom. If these things hadn't happened, I wouldn't have met Sian. And I know that I was meant to be with her." When she mentioned Sian, Bridget felt her mother tense up for a moment. It didn't last long but Bridget could tell that there was still a ways to go before her mother was comfortable with her choices. At least it was a start.

Telling Don was the other thing that made Bridget nervous. In the months since the divorce, they occasionally talked. When she first got back together with Sian, it had been a hard moment. While Don believed her that she had ended things with Sian when the two of them were trying to keep the marriage together, the idea that Bridget was back with the lover he had pushed her to find was tough to accept. He felt the loss all over and much of the progress he had made was lost for some time. Gradually he pulled through it, especially since Bridget didn't step away from her commitment to staying friends. 

It turned out to be easier than she expected to tell him. Months had passed since Bridget had reunited with Sian. Although it was hard for him at times, Don had moved on in his life. Even when he still wanted to get back together with Bridget, Don hadn't been able to keep from dating. For a long time, he just had fun and never let any of them get close. As he reconciled to the fact that Bridget was happy with Sian, he slowly started being a little more discerning in who he dated. It was much rarer these days for her to talk with Don but when Bridget did, he seemed to only mention a couple of names and they were the same ones.

They met for drinks after work when Bridget told him. Don was completely sincere in wishing them all the best. "Our marriage, well, it didn't work out, Bridget, and my ideas about fantasies really didn't work out. Bridget, I will always love you but even I can see how happy Sian makes you. I wish I could have done that for you, but I still want you to have that happiness. Plus Sian is a good person and an honorable one. You couldn't find someone better. I am sure that this one will succeed!" Bridget gave him a big hug and made him promise that he would come to the wedding.

As the big moment approached, Joni finally solved the problem of Bridget's nervousness. She smuggled in a bottle of champagne and after a couple of glasses, Bridget was feeling better. When she asked for a third, Joni told her to wait until after the ceremony. Joni, Viola and Liesl had all joined her in having a drink. Bridget suspected that from how giggly Liesl was that she had managed to get another glass or even two out of Joni.

The women were gathered around Bridget, making last minute adjustments to her hair, makeup and dress. Although they were busy, there was very little being asked of Bridget. It was easy for her mind to drift. Bridget reflected on the last couple of days and her mom. It hadn't been perfect. She was clearly still uncomfortable when surrounded by large numbers of people who were different. Bridget had become friends with not just Sian's crowd but brought others into their circle as well, both gay men and women. Many of them were wedding guests. Her mother had managed to be civil, although polite might be too strong of a word.

But still, when it came to Sian, her mother had warmed to the woman who made her daughter so happy. Her mother had hosted a wedding shower for her friends. She had insisted that Sian be there and introduced her around to her friends as her future daughter. A few of them refused to attend. She shrugged and went on making the arrangements. Bridget overheard her talking to one of her closest friends. "Do I like it? Of course not. But I don't get to pick her life and unless I want to lose my daughter, I had to find a way to be okay with it. And she's happy. I guess I'm okay with my daughter being happy. And part of that means accepting and loving the person who makes her happy." When Bridget told Sian, she hadn't been able to avoid crying; neither had Sian. She knew what it meant to Bridget.

Pretty soon the pastor came knocking at the door asking them if they were ready. Joni looked over at Bridget who gave her a nod despite the butterflies fluttering about her stomach. Joni smiled, knowing exactly how Bridget felt.

"Come on in," Joni told him. The pastor opened the door and stepped inside. He moved over to Bridget and smiled at her.

"How are you doing, Bridget," he wanted to know.

"Okay," Bridget told him. "I can't wait for this to be over and I'm married to Sian. I keep picturing myself tripping on the aisle or completely freezing when it comes to my vows. I don't remember being this nervous when it was with Don," she said looking over at Joni.

"That's because this time it is with the person who you were meant to be with," Joni said with a smile. "Everything matters more." Alone among her family, Joni had been the one person who had questioned Bridget about marrying Don. She liked him alright but Joni just didn't sense that spark that she thought there should be. 

"You will do fine," the pastor reassured Bridget.

"Hi Bridget," her father said as he came into the room. The bridesmaids smiled at him as they lined up and started to file out of the room. His unfailing support for Bridget over the last year combined with his assistance with Bridget's mom in the days before the wedding had endeared him to all of them. Joni gave him a kiss on the cheek as she went past him.

Bridget put her hand into the crook of her father's arm. "Hi Daddy," she said. Some of the stress Bridget was feeling seemed to evaporate as she felt his reassuring presence next to her. She leaned against him. "Daddy, I just want to tell you again how great you've been. I love you. My last year has been full of so much; I'm not sure I could have gotten through it without you." She kissed his other cheek. There were faint traces of lipstick now on both his cheeks. Bridget laughed and wiped them off.

"Bridget, you are a lot stronger than you think sometimes. I know you would have gotten through it okay, but I am glad that I helped. You are making a good life for yourself." He looked at her. "I know I have said that while I wish things might have been different, I support you. I don't think that anymore. This is the right life for you and the right choices for you. I'm glad that you figured that out." Bridget felt the beginnings of tears in her eyes. Her father saw that and gave her a hug. "None of that! You don't want to ruin your beautiful eyes."

They heard the music start and ahead of them Liesl started to walk into the chapel. Looking over at her, Bridget's dad had one more thing to tell her. "I don't want to make you cry, but I do want to say thank you for bringing Sian into my life. She is everything that a father would want in the person who marries his daughter." Bridget had to let go of his arm so that she could give him a big hug. All of her nervousness had disappeared by now.

They watched as Viola and then Joni started to walk. And then the wedding march began. Bridget took a deep breath and started walking alongside her father. As she entered the chapel, Bridget was overwhelmed by the number of people there. There had been relatively few people who declined. While she may have lost some friends due to her changes, the ones who remained were truly loyal. 

She tried to look around as she walked down the aisle, but Bridget found that she couldn't keep her eyes off of Sian. She looked amazing in a tux. All of Sian's friends standing up for her were wearing tuxes. Viola jokingly complained that she would have much rather been wearing one than the dress she had on. The truth was that Viola was very pleased that Bridget had wanted her to be a bridesmaid. Sian's had been tailored especially for her so she looked stunning. Their eyes met almost as soon as Bridget entered the room. There was a smile plastered across Sian's face as she looked at her beautiful bride that just got bigger as Bridget got closer. Remembering what Joni had said, Bridget tried to take in and memorize everything about Sian. If memories of her wedding day were going to be hard to retain, Sian was what she wanted to remember.

As they got to the front of the chapel, Bridget and her father stopped. The pastor looked at them and then all of the guests. "Who brings this woman to be wed?" he asked.

Her father's voice cracked as he responded. "Her mother and I do." There had been a surprising lack of argument about that. Bridget asked her mother if it was alright, and she had agreed without comment.




It Didn't Work Out Ch. 12



"Approach," the pastor told them. After giving her flowers for a moment to Joni, Bridget and her father stepped and then Bridget took her place next to Sian.

Before moving away, Bridget's father gave Sian a big hug. He whispered into her ear. "Take care of my little girl. And always remember that I love you too, Sian. I'm glad you're my daughter now too."

Sian's throat felt tight as she hugged him back. "Thanks, Dad. I love you too," she managed to say. She had to swallow a couple of times before she was completely back in control.

Looking over at Sian, Bridget thought about how lucky she was. She had found the one person that made her happier than she ever felt before. Even after making massive life changes, she had the support of her friends and family. A short time ago, Bridget wouldn't have believed it possible. She barely recognized back then that she wasn't really happy. Now she was about to join her life to Sian's. It was only a formality. Their lives had been tied since that day she had that smoothie with her. The journey had been hard sometimes, but now they had the rest of their lifetimes to walk the path together.

Suddenly Bridget felt impatient. Now that she almost had what she wanted, she didn't want to wait any longer.