Even though my life had been imploding recently, the one thing I had been certain about was my sexuality. That certainty had been ripped from me by that bloody woman who had seduced me and taken me to her bed.
I suppose I should explain a little. It had all started several months ago. I was a newly divorced, single mother of a ten-year-old daughter who had gone out clubbing with her friends to celebrate the finalisation of my divorce. A divorce that had been as amicable as any divorce could be. My ex and I had agreed on equal and joint custody of our daughter, with her weekends split alternately between us.
The girls and I had had a couple of drinks in a club that was new to us and had just started our first dance when I sensed a body close behind me. A pair of hands possessively went onto my hips, and the body pressed up hard against my bum, swaying in time with me and the music. A voice growled in my ear, "I want you." A statement, not a request or a suggestion. I spun around, my hand already rising to slap the person who had so blatantly molested me. That is where I lost my equilibrium; it was a woman, not a man, who had her hands on my hips and had told me she wanted me.
I'm not gay, never had the idea to try it. I like sex, yes, but sex with men, not women. The woman, who was called Nikkie, laughed at my shocked reaction, and I couldn't help but laugh back at her. So we had a few dances, then she took me up to the VIP area of the club. Me only, not my friends, where she bought me a few drinks as we sat and talked; not just a few drinks, a bottle of bloody Cristal Champagne. I told her a couple of times that I wasn't interested. She looked disappointed but didn't press things. No, she was more subtle than that; she left an idea in my head and told me to call her if I ever changed my mind. That encounter eventually led to a six month long passionate affair that finally petered out when we both came to the understanding that there was no long-term future for us. Now, I'm back single again, but with a dilemma. Was I a straight woman who had dabbled once, was I bi, or was I gay?
If I was bi, it opened up the whole other half of the population to me. I wasn't looking for a lasting relationship just yet. The scars from my divorce were still too fresh for that, just some fun and companionship. Also, I had my daughter to consider; she was at an age when she was beginning to ask questions about sex and relationships.
I was feeling horny. Silvia was staying with her father this weekend. So I'd gone on my own to a club that wasn't exactly a swingers' place but was known as being a place where you could hook up with like-minded people. I sat at the bar and scanned the crowd, like a man does when looking for a partner. I'd decided to leave my options open; after all, why automatically reject 50% of the population. Then, I saw them, not a he or a she, but a couple. They both looked nervous and out of place, the woman more than the man.
I liked the look of them, and although I hadn't planned on a three-some it could make for an interesting diversion. God, I thought, that Nikkie has certainly corrupted me, or maybe just opened my eyes to a number of different possibilities. Before meeting her I'd been pretty vanilla in my sexual outlook. Now, here I was contemplating a three-way.
Okay, I'd had several partners as I grew up and went through my teenage years, and then I'd met my husband and fallen in love and been 100% faithful, as had he been to me. It was just that we found that we couldn't live together so we separated. Although we remain civil towards one another.
Now though, I'd not only had one lesbian liaison with Nikkie, I'd also had a one night fling with another girl, and here I was seriously considering approaching a clearly married and apprehensive couple, and propositioning them about a three-way.
Making my mind up, I walked over to their table. I had the idea they were looking for another woman to join them, not another man.
"Hi, I'm Louise," I said, smiling pleasantly at the woman, half ignoring the man.
"I'm Ruth," the woman replied quietly, "and this is my husband, Andy."
"Hi Andy," I said as I turned my eyes to him. Umm, dishy. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a deep chest. Brown hair and a strong chin. Yeah, not bad at all, I thought. I could fuck him without any complaints. I reached my hand out, and Andy took it in a firm but not bone-crushing grip.
I turned my attention to Ruth again. I could sense her hesitance as I looked at her. Openly appraising her, I ran my eyes over her body as she sat there. She seemed to have a figure that was a little fuller than mine, and I'm certain her boobs would be a cup size larger, but nothing more. Her thighs were pressed tightly together but appeared to be a nice shape and not too large. I pulled out a chair and sat down, saying, "Can I join you?"
Ruth looked over at Andy, and he smiled.
"I've not done anything like this before, and I think you two are the same," I said, at the same time placing my hand gently on Ruth's thigh just above her knee, leaving it there. I felt her flinch as my hand rested on her leg, not moving but not withdrawing. I'd addressed my remarks to Ruth, as I'd sensed that she was the one that would need the most persuasion and work. Andy, from his look, was all ready to get going.
Ruth replied in a quiet voice, "No, we've not. We don't know what to do. I'm not sure of anything."
"Well, Ruth, neither have I, so we would all be trying something new."
"But you've... you've been with a woman before?" There it was, the million-dollar question. Ruth was more worried about going with a woman than letting Andy have sex with that woman.
My hand moved subtly higher on Ruth's thigh, my fingernails dragging along it as I answered her, "Yes, I have, but only two women, and it's not as bad as you think. In fact, it's a lot better than you could imagine."
