Note from DG Hear: I wrote this story and most comments wanted to know what happened next. I'll give a short synopsis of the first story so this story will be able to stand alone. If you haven't read part one, you might want too read it first. As always a big thank you to my editor, Techsan, for making this a much better read.
In part one, our story teller was looking for the right woman. He dated younger women and women his own age but didn't feel comfortable till he met Ellen. She was thirty years older than Ted who was twenty-four.
Not only was the age a slight problem but Ellen was married to a politician who, she found out, was in a gay relationship. She has two adult children: her son, a lifer overseas in the service; and a daughter whom she called Cindy Marie, thirty years old and married with two kids of her own.
Ted, our storyteller wanted to spend Valentine's Day with Ellen. They had been lovers in secret for over a month at that point. They were to meet at a very discreet place named The Hidden Hideaway. It was kind of a clandestine hangout for those with secrets. I'll begin this story from what happened at the club. Happy reading!
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Wow, I wondered what the surprise could be. She told me she would do anything for me. I wondered what she had planned.
I got off work at five on Valentine's Day, went home, and cleaned up. I packed an overnight case for the motel at which I had made arrangements. I stopped at the store and bought her a bouquet of flowers and a box of candy in a big heart.
I arrived at The Hidden Hideaway a little early. I wanted a good table at the back of the room. There were a few couples there already kissing and touching each other. I saw one good looking woman sitting by herself in a booth across from where I was sitting. She looked vaguely familiar to me. I thought I would talk to her till Ellen arrived.
"Excuse me. Do we know each other?"
""No, I don't think so. By the way that's the oldest line in the book."
"I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to pick you up. I thought you looked familiar."
"Look, Sweetheart, I'm married with kids. Besides, I'm thirty and probably a little old for you."
I had to laugh. Here we go with the age difference again.
"Just so you know, I'm waiting for my girlfriend. I really wasn't hitting on you. My name's Ted. What's yours?"
"Um... Marie, just call me Marie."
"Well, I really am Ted Baxter. It is my real name."
Right then a good looking black woman came over to see Marie.
"Hi, Cindy. How long have you been waiting for me? Who's your friend here?"
"I'm Ted. Just waiting for my girlfriend. She should be here in a few minutes. Are you waiting for someone? Your friend, Marie ... I mean, Cindy is waiting too. I guess we can all wait together."
"I'm Shala and Cindy was waiting for me. Glad to make your acquaintance, Ted."
With that she sat in the booth next to Marie/Cindy and started kissing her. When I saw Shala put her hand on Cindy's thigh and move it up to her crotch, I said, "Holy shit!" a little too loud.
"You've never seen two women together, have you, Ted?" asked Shala.
"No, I can't say I have."
I heard Shala tell Cindy she would be back in a few minutes; she had to go to the ladies room.
After Shala left, I looked over at Cindy. "Does your husband know you're doing this?" I asked.
"No, it's my little secret and I love having a women touch me. So what's it to you?"
"I'm not judging you but just trying to understand two people of the same sex together. My girlfriend found her husband with another guy and, believe it or not, that's what brought us together. Do your parents know you have a female lover?"
"God, no! I'd be crucified if they found out. My dad's a politician. He'd freak out for ruining the family name. My mom - now there's a story for you. A school teacher all week long and a Sunday school teacher and choir member. Talk about a woman who would spaz out."
Shala came back and sat across from Cindy. "Ever have a woman of color, Ted?" She spread her legs to show me her black pussy.
"Can't say that I have."
"Do you have something against women of color, Ted?"
"God, no, just never had the opportunity. Of course right now I'm in a relationship. I'm a one woman man."
"What about your girlfriend with the fag husband. Is she monogamous to you?" asked Cindy.
"Yes, I believe she is. Ask her yourself. She'll be here any minute."
Cindy got up and pulled a chair in front of Shala who was sitting on the edge of the booth. She sat down and put her hand right on Shala's crotch. They started kissing right there. This place was a little wilder than I thought.
I can see why they called it The Hideaway. Just about everything was going on around me. I couldn't wait for Ellen to arrive so we could leave and go to our motel. Shala and Cindy were going at it like they were in a private room somewhere. Each had their hands on the other's twat, oblivious to their surroundings.
I looked up at the door and saw Ellen coming in. She had on a black coat and was smiling as she approached me. She opened her coat to show me that she was dressed like a real slut. I was grinning at her, knowing she did it for me. She had on a halter top and no bra, and four inch high heels. Her nipples pushed through her top. Her skirt barely covered her ass and she had no panties on. She lifted the front of the skirt to show me.
I stood up and handed her the bouquet of flowers and the box of candy.
