The next morning, though we made love, it was the old fashioned way with him on top and inside me. I was in my cotton nightdress; it was allowed.
The next day, I drove a bit of a distance, but to a totally posh gym I'd heard off. All the mums raved about it. Good yoga, apparently, and a fab spa. I was to meet my new trainer here. When I asked at the desk, the response was prompt, and out walked a younger, very toned woman. She had light-brown skin, and that soft, frizzy afro I really loved. My dirty-blonde hair could never look like that.
She came up and cheek kissed me. "I'm Tanya. Dad told me about you." She looked me up and down appraisingly. "Yup, totally my type. His too, rather. We don't always agree on women."
"Dad?"
"Charles?"
"Oh... Oh! Uhm, right."
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, he totally likes to shock. Typical. Look, today is to see if we get on. You brought exercise kit? Show me?" I opened my gym bag, which had my usual loose shorts, gym Tee and hoodie.
"Nope, that won't do. Follow me." The gym had a shop, and she checked a few things, then gave me a pair of pink-patterned shorts and a colour-matched sports bra, very strappy. "Come on, let me show you the changing rooms." I got a tour; okay, very nice, very swish. She leaned against a wall, clearly expecting me to get changed. I felt awfully shy, but did.
"He was right, very nice body." I felt myself blush, wanting to hide myself, but very pleased at her words. "What we're improving is your fitness, not your tone. There's something good to work from here. Have you ever considered going bald down there?"
"What? Oh. Never."
"Well, I can let you know Dad prefers it, so do I; for different reasons. Why don't I get you an appointment at the spa? Do you have an hour afterwards, two if you want a massage?"
"Yes, but..."
"Oh, don't worry about the cost. This is my place. Dad funded the start up, but it's my passion. I have three now. I think I've got the formula right. He'll be paying, never you mind that. I love charging him back, it reduces my loan!" She looked at me and grinned at what my face probably looked like, "Yeah, he's overwhelming like that. You game?"
I gave a nervous laugh that relaxed, as she laughed with me. "Yes, fine."
"Okay, finish getting changed, then meet me at the gym."
I looked at myself in the mirror. I never wore a sports kit like this, but I rocked it. In for a penny I guess. The workout was like nothing I'd done before. She was a hard-ass taskmaster. I was totally done by the end. She assisted throughout, and thought nothing of putting her hands on me to change position, or to help me stretch. Having her breasts in my face, or hands... everywhere was another of those revelations. I didn't object.
The wax job, totally painful, but the lotioning and massage afterwards, totally blissful. When I finally showered and changed, I felt like a new woman. She met me on the way out. "So, Rebecca, Becca, Rebs?" I thought about it, Tom called me 'Rebs', friends 'Becca'.
"Becca, please."
"Becca, what are you doing tomorrow night? Can I take you out? I know women are a new thing to you, and I like that. I would be very pleased to see if we click and I be your first."
She was younger than me, but so totally self-confident, a lot like her dad. She just asked, no nonsense, which was a turn-on. Daughter of the man, who had fucked me, was another weird thing. I was becoming a sucker for weird things. "I have to check childcare and negotiate with my husband, but... Yes?"
"Okay, but don't necessarily give him a choice. Grand. I'll take you dancing, there's a cool, women-only place I like. If we click, then my place. Is this your number?" She showed me her phone, it was the new Charles number. That worked.
I was starting to compartmentalise my lives.
"Good, then next session, the day after. I'll set you up for three times a week, or are you game for four?"
"You are so full on."
"Four then." I got a kiss, to the lips, then she was off like the whirlwind she was.
I had to rush to pick up the kids, but it all worked. When I told Tom if he could do the kids tomorrow night as I had a date with a woman, I thought he was going to self-combust.
"You like women? You found someone?"
"She's my new personal trainer I mentioned. We had a first session and just clicked. She asked me out. I've never been with a woman, but, maybe? This whole thing has me wanting to explore. You're welcome to try having a boyfriend if you want?"
He held his hands up, "No, thank you. Uhm, yes, I think I'm okay with another woman. I think."
"Darling, I wasn't asking about me dating her, just if you would do childcare."
He blushed and stammered, "Right. Yeah, of course." Then he paused, and looked at me side eyed. "Will you tell me what happened?"
I thought about it. "Perhaps, if you're very good. I also promised a threesome with us and another woman. She's a dominatrix with men, so... that could be fun." He was clearly at a loss for words, then the kids found us, arguing over a toy and we were distracted.
When we finally went to bed, and he found out I was now shaved, I think I saw smoke come out of his ears. As he was on his knees at the time, I took advantage and decided that lips on bare skin was something I hadn't known was a thing.
True to form, like father like daughter, I was sent clothes. The text that accompanied it, made me laugh. "Dad is a stereotypical male. He'll want you in things that are for the male gaze, uber-sexy kit. I'll dress you for me. Hubby doesn't get to see. Wear a long coat or something."
As I got dressed I felt more than a little mutton, dressed as lamb. Light-blue leggings over a tiny thong. Totally revealing. A strappy bra with a label from 'Pink', the Victoria Secret brand for teens and younger women, and a cropped hoodie that barely covered my breasts. I was not certain about this, but I put on an overcoat and went down, when Tom called that a car had just arrived.
Tanya, rocking black leather jeans and a black midriff-baring Tee was grinning like a Cheshire cat by the car's door. She helped me out of the jacket in such a way, so Tom couldn't see, as I got in the car. When she joined me, her hand went around my shoulder as the car drove off.
"Hello you. Did he see? You totally rock this."
"I feel like mutton dressed as lamb, and no, he didn't."
"You have the body for it. I like my girls feminine. Sometimes, I'll want you in skirts and dresses. This was meant to push your boundaries, though. That's what tonight is all about."
She was grinning at me, her face inches from mine. Then, she was moving in, and just like that, we were kissing. A hand slid up under the hoodie, cupping me. Okay, my turn to self-combust.
When she broke away, I looked nervously up front. There was a frosted panel between us and the driver, but...
"Oh, he's safe. If you hang around dad, he'll probably fuck you at some point, but he's totally respectful. A big teddy bear out of bed. He also acts as a bodyguard. Totally loyal, you'll see."
"Fuck me?"
I got that grin, then she was kissing me again. The drive was a bit, and we made out and talked. Her mum had died in childbirth, her Dad young, but already making money. Despite his kinkiness, her childhood had been normal. Ish. Her nanny had a wife, so not totally normal. Her dad kept his kinkiness outside the house, something I respected. He was also an involved dad. Never missed a netball match or drama production. Always did parent-teacher night. Which didn't mean he wasn't away, but she had her nanny, whom she loved. Who had also passed away. I got it all.
I shared stories, but my life was so bland in comparison. Private school, a degree in English, met Tom, started a job in marketing, then had kids. Tom was shooting up the ladder at work in banking, so money wasn't an issue. I became a stay-at-home mum, which I loved.
The club was in town, and very stylish. Also filled only with women, as we moved into the throbbing music. Right away, a very butch woman moved up to us.
