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Before he went any further with Jade, Hunter wanted answers to some of his questions. First and foremost, he wanted to confirm his hunch that Mia and Jade had been an item. He realised that this might open up a can of worms but if he was to have a relationship with Jade he really needed to know. Of course, if they had been an item, there was every chance that Mia had had affairs with other women. Maybe Hayley knew about this side to her mother's life - things about which he had been left entirely in the dark.
Jade appeared surprised when Hunter asked her if she had ever had a relationship with his late wife. She obviously thought he knew all about it. When she understood that Hunter had been kept in the dark for the two or three years they had been seeing each other, she put a bathrobe on (unfortunately, as far as Hunter was concerned, it was pink and satin and barely knee-length and extremely distracting) while he wrapped himself in a more sensible one of the type they supply in hotels. She took him through into the sitting room, sat with her legs underneath her on the armchair and told him to take a seat on the sofa.
She asked him if he wanted to know how they first hooked up and he said he did. She seemed totally unembarrassed but a little concerned that he wouldn't be able to take too much at one sitting. He told her not to worry about that. Mia had told him she fantasised about her dentist but he'd just never put two and two together.
'It was one day at the surgery. Mia was my last patient and I was running a bit late. Both my hygienist and my receptionist had gone home, and the receptionist had even locked the main door. I was doing a final check on her mouth (quite unnecessary, I might add - my feelings for her had been growing for some time now) when I felt her hand on my knee. I usually wear trousers, but I knew she was coming in that day and I had worn a skirt - quite a short one, though you couldn't tell because of the gown I wore. I was having trouble examining her mouth as she had twisted her body in the reclining chair in order to get better access to my skirt - or more specifically what was under it.'
'I opened my legs for her, put away whatever I was holding in my hand and started to kiss her passionately, even as her fingers made their way under my knickers. She was only inches from my pussy. Making the best of a bad job, I reclined the bed fully, tore off my gown, removed my visor, face-mask and hairnet and let my hair down. I remember the pins just lying on the floor where I had dropped them. She half sat up on the chair, which was now more like a bed, and undid the buttons on my blouse. That was soon lying on the floor together with my bra. I remember Mia saying that my boobs were bigger than she had imagined and that I had done a good job of hiding them behind my gown.'
'She began to lick my breasts, while her hand sought out my pussy and one finger (then more) entered it. She told me I should be ashamed - how could I do a professional job when my pussy was so wet. She was still fully clothed. I had wanted this for so long but never thought it would happen and was certain that it would never happen in my office. I shamelessly asked her to take my skirt off and to fuck me with her tongue. Yes, those were the words that I used. She obliged, removing the knickers as well, making me put them in my mouth - like a gag. She told me to sit on her face.'
'I had so many questions. How did she know I liked women, how long had she planned this, what would happen if people found out I had had sex with a patient in my office? But I didn't ask any. Instead, I took a position as requested by Mia astride the chair facing the door and lowered myself onto her mouth. God, how she licked me! I will never forget the orgasm she gave me. It was the most overpowering experience I have ever undergone. But she hadn't finished with me - not by a long chalk. She got me to lie on the chair with my bare feet on the floor on either side and began to work on my pussy again.'
'I wasn't expecting much, given the experience I had just been through but I had underestimated Mia. This time, she concentrated her tongue on my clitoris, which felt amazing on its own (so much so that I thought I was about to come again), before putting her fingers into my pussy one by one until she had her whole fist in there. No one had ever done that to me before; I thought it was impossible. I was more innocent in those days, you see.'
'Of course I didn't last long. Who would have been able to in that situation? Mia was the most expert lover I ever met. The most complete lover. She knew how to give and she knew how to receive. She taught me so much. But she was happiest when she talked about you. She thought the world of you and loved you very much. Sometimes she wanted to tell you about what she called her secret life, but she didn't know how you would react. Of course the more she talked about you the more I began to think about you in a sexual way. I would dress up when it was your day, I would wear a little subtle scent, I might get my nails done. I would spend a bit more time than necessary touching your face and your mouth. I wouldn't wear gloves so I could feel your skin and let you feel mine.'
'Sometimes, at night, I would dream about you. Many times I would masturbate to images of you, or images of Mia, or images of the three of us together. I know it was a dream of your wife's to have a threesome but she knew she couldn't propose it without coming clean about her secret life. She sometimes felt guilty, feeling she was betraying you and knowing that you weren't cheating on her with other women. She once asked me if you'd come onto me at the surgery and I toyed with the idea of making her jealous by saying you had, but in the end I couldn't do that and told that you hadn't. She asked me if I would be unhappy if you did come onto me and I said, "Of course not."'
'It was after that and after she knew she was dying that she encouraged me to hitch up with you, to "pursue" you, as she put it, because she knew you'd feel awkward making the first move and would feel that you were being unfaithful to her and her memory.'
'So Hayley was in on this too, I suppose,' said Hunter, 'as she was in on the little surprise that awaited me on my recent holiday.'
'Not only that, but she knew about her mum's double life.'
'Wow!' said Hunter softly. 'Wow.'
'But everything worked out fine in the end. It even led to me and you getting together.'
'But do you really like men, Jade?' Hunter asked, a little more plaintively than he meant to sound.
'I'm a modern woman. I take my pleasure where I can find it. Of course I like men. And of course I really like you.'
'I think I'll need a little time to process all this,' he said. 'So much has happened to me recently. I feel as if my world's been turned upside down.'
'Sure,' Jade replied, getting out of her chair and joining Hunter on the sofa.
'Do you want to sleep now? We can just cuddle and fall asleep in each other's arms.'
'Sure,' replied Hunter, seemingly recovered from the worst of the shock. 'If you're sure you don't want me to take you up the ass first!'
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And so it was that Hunter pieced together a picture of his beloved wife's secret life, as related initially by Jade and Hayley, though later he met other women with whom she had had affairs. He had resisted doing so for a long time, but finally he could deny himself no longer and decided to go through her things, which he had left in the drawers and cupboards where she had kept them.
At first he found nothing that so much as hinted at her Sapphic tendencies. It was only when he was up in the attic for other reasons that he thought of having a rummage around up here. He had never seen Mia in the attic apart from the times when they went there together to dust the place and tidy it up, and she had never talked about it. When he realised this, he shuddered and thought he recognised her modus operandi: silence about the things she did in secret, almost total discretion.
He found a holdall inside an old-fashioned suitcase and took it out. It had a padlock but that could easily be broken with a pair of wire-cutters. Dropping the bag on the kitchen table, he went through to the garage to fetch the tool. When he unzipped the bag, he found a number of white plastic bags. He took them out and placed them on the table. There were four in total.
He began to take the contents out of the first one. In it, were manila envelopes of various sizes with string ties. He opened the largest and pulled out a photograph. It was in black and white. It looked like it had been taken in a studio, but that, Hunter realised, was an effect of the high photographic values. The camera had seemingly captured the moment when Mia was climaxing under an assault by not one, but two, women. Lying on the bed with her legs splayed, her head was thrown back with her mouth open and her eyes closed. Hunter was unable to recognise either woman: one, with shoulder-length fair hair, had her long fingers spread across Mia's left breast while her tongue appeared to be furiously lashing Mia's right nipple. The other woman, with the short, spiky haircut of a bull-dyke and heavily studded ears, had her fingers deep in his wife's vagina while her tongue was not idle, orchestrating the whole performance on and around her clitoris.
So, three people had been present, Hunter realised. His hunch was proven correct: the very next photo he looked at featured two women making love to Mia on the same bed, but this time it was the bull-dyke, who was rimming her ass, while the erstwhile camera operator had slipped under Mia and was performing a kind of sixty-nine with her - her head burrowed under his beloved's hips while her pussy was being eaten by a crazed-looking Mia. Hunter, despite the shock, found himself being enormously aroused. Only now, when he saw the photographic evidence, did he begin to realise the full extent of his wife's lesbian leanings. How, oh how, he asked himself again, had he been so blind in the 22 years they had been married?
