My wife Louise and I had spent a wild weekend of domination and submission with a mysterious couple known only as the master and mistress, in an effort to spice up our very vanilla sex life. We had both had our boundaries pushed far beyond what we had been expecting, as we were dominated by the couple, and their live in part-time slave, Pet, as well as guests that had been invited to a BDSM party while we were there. Now we had to pick up our lives together after that experience.
It took several weeks for our lives to return to normal after The Weekend. Both of us tried to be as open as possible with each other about the things we had done,, and how we felt. Louise kept reassuring me that she still loved me, and wanted to stay with me, even though she realised that there were somethings that I could not provide in our relationship. I found myself thinking less and less about the enigmatic Pet as the days passed, and the memories of the weekend faded.
One night, we were lying in bed, watching some panel game on TV before we went to sleep, when Louise nudged me, and pointing to one of the contestants, said, "don't she remind you of someone?"
The woman was beautiful, with a slim toned body, and short spiky platinum hair. The resemblance to Pet was striking. I wasn't sure how to react. Pet had given Louise her first experience of lesbian sex the night we arrived for the Weekend, writhing in front of the fire while I was forced to watch, but had also savagely flogged her after Louise lost the game on Saturday night. I tentatively suggested, "I suppose it looks a bit like Pet?"
I felt Louise flinch beside me, her hand starting to stroke my leg, sliding higher as she watched the screen. I looked down, her eyes were sparkling and her nipples were hardening, a sure sign that she was getting turned on. Her hand went higher to grasp my cock, as she whispered, "I have thought about her as well, you know."
Starting to stroke me, she landed into my ear and whispered, "It's very different having sex with a woman. The kisses are so soft, the skin is so silky and smooth. I thought I would be able to get over it, but then I see someone like her and I'm so turned on."
I was hard by now, her stroking got more energetic. She suddenly rolled on top of me and I slid into her, as she started to ride up and down, thrusting me in and out. She was starting to pant now and pulled her head close to mine. "I think I want to have a girl friend."
She shuddered violently as she came, and I released, my sperm flooding into her as I envisaged her and the girl on the TV, writhing together in front of me. Spent, she rolled off, and we lay together, recovering. As we calmed down, I gently stroked her.
"Were you being serious then, about a girl friend?"
"I think so. It's something I want to be quite open with you about, but I've been thinking about it a lot. I've got an idea about how it could work?"
I nodded, encouraging her to go on.
"I've told you over and over that I love you, and will never leave you. On the other hand I want to try this, so what I was thinking, what if every Thursday night was my night. On that night I would be single, and able date other women. I've even found out that there is a dating app I can use?"
I wasn't sure what to say. It was hard to hear that there was something Louise needed that I couldn't provide. On the other hand, there was no denying that I was excited by the project of Louise with another woman, even if that didn't involve me. There was really no option other than to tell her that I was happy for her to try it, as long as it stayed within those parameters, Thursday nights only.
Louise decided to go for it. She signed up for the app, and excitedly scrolled through for several days, swiping right and left. She wouldn't show me who was on there, but there didn't seem to be any shortage of woman wanting to hook up with her. Eventually she picked one, and they made a date for the next Thursday. Louise was like a teenager getting ready, rejecting outfit after outfit as too much, too little, too formal, too casual. Eventually she settled on a straightforward jeans, jacket, boots ensemble. As she stood by the door waiting for the taxi, she looked wonderful. Her long black hair cascaded, down her back and her face was bright and excited. She had told me the bar where they were going to meet, and assured me that she would be staying in public for the evening to keep safe. I heard the taxi arrive and bent to kiss her goodbye as she left.
