"I thought the best wife was a wife who let me have a threesome, I was wrong." -- Russ.
As much as I loved having sex with my co-worker Russ and his wife Rayna, I never worried about if I was a lesbian because I only had sex with her if he was involved. I put that out of my mind. I know that being gay is wrong and acting on it more wrong, but somehow I didn't worry about it when it was to make him happy. When Russ would thank Rayna for our trysts, she'd smile and say, "Why do you think I did it for you?" But still, I compartmentalized.
One day my phone rang in the office. It was Rayna. She had a friend going through a rough divorce and they were going out for a drink and movie, did I want to come along? I jumped at the chance. I'd only been living in the area for a little over a year and didn't really have any local friends outside of work and a few friendly neighbors and no close friends but them.
Drinks were fine. Her friend was a little upset and vented a bit, but we also had some laughs and were getting along. We had a snack with the drinks and then went to the movie theater to watch The Perfect Storm. The name was prescient. You might be reading thinking something hot was going to happen with Rayna's friend; you'd be wrong. You might be thinking she'd get so emotional that there would be some big blow out; you'd be partly wrong. She got seasick watching the movie. Seasick. She threw up a little into her popcorn bucket. Less than halfway into the movie, Rayna and I found ourselves in the theater bathroom outside her stall, listening to her be sick. I don't know how I expected this girls' night to go, but it wasn't this way. Being physically sick led her to have a bit of a breakdown. It became a "I can't do anything right moment" and there she was being held by Rayna and crying in the Ladies room while I went to buy her a Coke to settle her stomach.
After she got herself together a bit, she decided she wasn't going to risk going back to the movie, so she was going to pick up her son from her parents' and call it a night. Rayna and I decided we missed enough of the movie that even if we were in the mood to go back in, it wouldn't be worth it. We decided to head back to Rayna's place. We said our goodbyes to her friend, assured her it was alright and she didn't ruin our night (understatement of the year as it turns out) and got in our respective cars to leave.
I was in my car, driving behind Rayna towards her part of town. Suddenly, Rayna was signaling a turn into a parking lot. I guess I wasn't paying attention, listening to music, and had no idea where we were at the moment. I pulled in behind her and that's when I saw it was a sex shop. I mean, they didn't sell sex. It was mostly lingerie, but also sex toys, novelties, and porn movies for sale or rent. We parked and I asked Rayna what was up.
She smiled a really sexy smile, "Ever since we've started hanging out, our sex life has been insane. Not just when you're over [oddly innocent giggle], but Russ wants me all the time. I thought maybe some new lingerie would be fun and who else can I shop for lingerie with?"
Thirty minutes later, we had a new outfit each picked out and were in the porn area looking at the box covers and laughing at the descriptions. "God," Rayna said at one point, "These guys are unreal. Makes me want to go to a gym and fuck all the guys." We both laughed. Then she lowered her voice, "Are you as wet as I am?"
"Always," and we both giggled enough to draw stares from the few couples looking at movies in the adjacent aisles. "You know, I don't usually masturbate, but after flirting with Russ all day, I've started to touch myself more when I get home. Can we go look at some toys? I can't believe I'm thinking of buying one, but I think I want one." She just grabbed my hand and practically dragged me over.
Picking one out didn't take too long. I have a latex allergy (which limited my sexual choices a bit, Russ used lambskin condoms which was great to not have babies, but not to stop spreading disease; which was fine with him because I knew they were clean, but it meant I couldn't be promiscuous even if I wanted to), so most of the dildos were out of the question and the hard plastic vibrators were the default choice. We laughed a bit at the realistic, except for size, toys and I settled on a simple purple vibrator. When we went to pay, the cashier rang us up and bagged our lingerie sets, but then stopped to take the vibrator out of the box. "What are you doing?" I asked.