It has been so long since I wrote the first part of this story but finally, I offer the second and final chapter. Enjoy.
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Phoning Jill from the airport I learned that the yellow VW had been parked in my driveway since talking with her on my first evening at the hotel. Leaving my bags at Jill’s I walked quietly up the driveway entering the house from a side door. Noticing everything in order I climbed the stairs to the bedroom I had shared with my husband since returning from our honeymoon.
Looking through the partly open door I saw my husband fucking the owner of the yellow VW. She was perched on our bed her butt high and face in the pillows as my husband holding her broad hips fucked her arse. I watched until it was obvious, they were about to cum. I returned downstairs slamming the front door as I stormed onto the driveway: looking back, I saw my husband standing on the bedroom balcony.
The following morning, I filed for divorce using photos that Jill had taken of my husband and the tart from the yellow VW walking arm in arm to the front door. She had also gotten shots of them making out on the back lawn. My husband didn’t contest the divorce offering me a sixty percent share in his IT business: the house was a present from my parents and because they didn’t trust my husband, they had retained the papers in their name.
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Twelve months later I learned that the floozy in the yellow VW had walked out leaving him with crippling debts that saw him sell his share in the IT business to me. As I was now State Manager of Help Desk and with the returns from the IT business, I was financially secure. To top it off my parents had finally signed the house over to me and so I found myself owning a late Georgian home in spacious grounds of two acres worth around three million.
Regardless of my financial security I still suffered from melancholia and a week never went by when I found myself analyzing my past. Having been a woman who was always bubbly finding the funny side of life I was now almost introverted. It was after one of these sessions of analysis that Jill invited me over for a day of lazing around the pool good food and wine accompanied by the kind of conversation only the best of friends can experience.
It was after we had returned to the veranda where she had had a beautiful meal of cold meats and salad laid out for us that she asked me to tell her about exactly what happened while I was at the conference the previous year.
‘Oh, Jill I find it so hard to explain. Due to heavy cloud over the airport, the plane was delayed by almost an hour. Then to make matters worse the hire car that my secretary had booked for me failed to arrive which meant that it was almost dark when I finally arrived at the hotel.’
‘This is where the conference was being held?’
‘Oh you know me and how I hate the senseless conference kind of chit chat: no I had booked into a quiet little hotel ten kilometers from the venue. I arrived and after showering I phoned my husband. It was because of the kitchen door creaking that I phoned you only to have it confirmed that he had someone staying there. Well at first I was upset but hunger finally won the day and I went down to the bar to have a drink and order a meal.’
‘Jill, we have been best friends ever since the first street barbeque that David and I attended shortly after returning from our honeymoon.’
‘Yes, I remember that barbeque because it was also when David first suggested we pay a quiet visit to the change room by the pool. I only escaped because I told him I was lesbian.’
‘Oh fuck you never told me that.’
‘Darling I didn’t want to hurt you. When you phoned that evening, I really felt for you. Let’s be honest your husband never deserved you: he was a lecherous bastard.’
‘Yes my parents, extended family and most of my friends told me that, but I was too simple to listen.’
‘Anyway, we really are getting sidetracked here. When I sat and saw the woman working the bar, I was instantly smitten. Jill, she was drop-dead gorgeous: she oozed sex. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as they followed her every move.’
‘The bar was almost empty and on asking why she explained that it was going to be a wild night and so the locals had decided to stay at home. As she said this the only other person in the bar got up and left so it was then only us left. She explained that due to weather the restaurant was closed saying she could make me an omelette. So ordering a second drink I waited for Lucy for that was her name to bring my meal to the bar.’
‘Well after I had finished my omelet and Lucy had cleaned up, she suggested that we took a seat with a malt whiskey and relaxed in front of the biggest fireplace I have ever seen. It had two logs at least four feet long-burning merrily. Okay so with the romance of the open fire and glasses of excellent Talisker whiskey things moved on and very slowly I realized that Lucy was seducing me. It didn’t help when I kissed her but slowly we became closer and finally, Lucy brought me to the most amazing orgasm ever.’
‘Did you explain about being married.’
‘Oh yes, but to be honest I don’t think I was that convincing. After all, I had just learned that David was cheating on me which I had also discussed with Lucy.’
‘As we were snowed in for the next three days Lucy continued her conquest which resulted in the next three days being something, I have found very difficult to forget.’
‘That’s wonderful but why are you moping around surely it’s not because you are missing David.’
‘When I returned finding David and his floozy in our marital bed, I knew that I was going to have a very difficult twelve months and so put on the back burner my returning to the hotel and Lucy for a long time.’
At this time I began to find telling my story difficult because tears were beginning to flow and when Jill asked why I don’t take a holiday and visit her that the tears became long drawn out sobs. I don’t know how long I cried like this, but I became aware that Jill was cradling my head to her breast. When I felt her tentative lips kiss my neck, I stopped crying and taking her head drew her into a long hard kiss where my tongue thrust between her sharp teeth.
In a way, it was like the first night with Lucy with Jill taking control and slowly removing my sundress before slipping my bikini top off my shoulders. I could hear my gasping moans as she kissed and fondled my breasts. I felt the heat flow to my pussy and the sexual tension ripple through my body. It was amazing and wonderful because other than two unsatisfactory times with men I had met during a work drinks evening I had only relied on my trusty vibrator.
Before I knew it, Jill had taken my hand leading me up to her bedroom where we made love with an intensity I did not know existed. After we had both climaxed so many times that we were exhausted we slept. Looking at my watch I was amazed to see that it was already six the following morning. I looked across at Jill recognizing her great beauty but also knowing that I couldn’t continue like this.
Over breakfast, I explained to Jill that what we had done the day before was so special, but it was the tears in my eyes that I told her that it couldn’t work between us. I had expected her to try to convince me that we were made for each other but was surprised when with a soft almost sad smile she agreed.
‘Sarah love yesterday happened because I wanted to make you understand yourself. Darling, we have lazed around the pool hundreds of times ... we have kissed and fondled breasts but never made love. Do you know why? It’s simple because I believed you were bisexual but had a bias towards the male. I am lesbian but you are my greatest friend and I want it to remain like that.’
‘Bisexual? Jill, I was always straight surely you know that.’
‘Listen when I first explained about being lesbian you didn’t bat an eyelid and later that day when I kissed you under the gazebo by the pool you simply kissed me back. It was the same when I exposed your breasts and began to kiss and lick them you just returned the favor. Sarah darling for God’s sake take a holiday and return to that hotel and Lucy.’
‘She will have found another lover by now: she’s probably married.’
‘Okay fine but at least go and find out.’
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I couldn’t stop shaking with nervous excitement when I parked my hire car and made my way towards the old stone steps leading up to the hotel’s front door. Approaching the empty reception desk I could see Lucy in the front office working at her computer. I had always known she possessed a unique beauty, but the past eighteen months had not been kind to my memory. Although I had remembered that she was much my height with larger breasts and the classic hourglass figure I had forgotten her dirty blond hair which seemed to flow over her shoulders and although she was side on I could just discern the smiling lips that had so easily mastered me during that stormy night almost two years ago.
I had glanced away studying what was obviously a new photograph of the hotel and its well-planned garden which had obviously been taken with a drone when I was startled by Lucy’s ‘Oh my God it’s really you. I noticed the booking but didn’t imagine that it was really you. You see I thought once you got home you had second thoughts about what we did.’
‘I ran into a huge mess which ended with me divorcing my shit of a husband. It took three months just clear through the basics and once the divorce had gone through, I thought you would have found someone else. I have been so depressed the past two years.’
