A few weeks had passed since the camping trip. The camping trip where Victoria had experienced her first ever threesome. A threesome with two other women.
Not for the first time, Victoria found herself pondering how much her life had changed in just a short period of time.
It was only a few months ago that Victoria was a seemingly happily married straight woman. A woman who had always considered herself straight, having never even contemplated sex with another woman, let alone actually gone through with the act. A woman who had only ever been in a handful of hetero relationships in her life, and never with more than one partner at a time.
She was still married, that part was true. But everything else had changed.
She had met an exciting young woman named Ruby, who had awakened desires in her she never realised she had. After an impulsive act of sexual desire the first time they had met, her relationship with Ruby had grown deeper and more meaningful.
At least that is how Victoria felt, and she assumed Ruby felt the same way.
That was until Ruby had introduced her to Franky, an old flame.
Franky was athletic, dark and hot. Victoria thought she was the hottest woman she had ever seen. But that attraction was purely physical - a different type of attraction to what she felt for Ruby. Not deep or personal, not emotional, but still very hot.
They had gone away together - Victoria, Ruby and Franky. Camping in the mountains. And they had made love together. Ruby and Franky sharing her, taking turns.
Victoria still wasn't sure how she felt about that. Yes, the sex had been unbelievable. She had been brought to multiple orgasms by both women. The sheer sexual freedom and sense of liberation had awakened a side of her she didn't know existed. She had actually been the centre of attention in a lesbian threesome - she still couldn't believe it had actually happened.
But her feelings were mixed. Maybe it was her upbringing, the way she had been brought up to believe strictly in monogamous, married, heterosexual relationships. This was something so completely against all she had known, all she had thought was proper and right.
She kept telling herself there was something very wrong with what she was doing. But why then did it feel so exhilarating. So exciting. So right.
That was all a part of it. The part she was willing to contemplate and admit. But there was more to her feelings of doubt than that.
The rest of it was much more complicated. She thought she was falling in love with Ruby. She had never met anyone so exciting yet so warm and tender. Someone who seemed to know almost immediately everything about her, who she was, what she thought, how to make her laugh, make her cry, make her smile, make her wet.
But then there was Franky. Ruby's old girlfriend. The old girlfriend Ruby had willingly shared their bed with.
Victoria had gone over that night a million times since then. It had all seemed so natural at the time. It had just happened. God knows she had been a willing participant. She had been so wet that night, lying in bed between the two woman, feeling first Ruby, then unbelievably, Franky, take turns fingering and licking her to orgasm.
No, it wasn't the sex that was the issue. It was the seeming ease with which Ruby was able to "let her go". To let someone else make love to her.
She knew that the lesbian lifestyle was different. From the little she had learnt so far, there seemed to be a much freer attitude towards sex, certainly compared to what Victoria had experienced.
Ruby would often entertain her with tales of the various relationships amongst her wide circle of friends. It seemed to Victoria that just about everyone Ruby mentioned or pointed out to her had been with everyone else at some point or other.
But that was not universally true of course. Some of the lesbian friends that Ruby had introduced her too had been in serious, long term relationships. But in general, it seemed to Victoria that there was a much freer and less restrictive attitude to sex amongst the lesbian community than she had encountered elsewhere.
So was the threesome with Franky just "part of the territory"? A physical act of pleasure that Ruby had used to make their relationship stronger? More exciting?
Perhaps, but increasingly Victoria thought there was more to it.
She couldn't shake the thought that Ruby still had feelings for Franky, and those feelings had simply come to the surface that night the three of them had shared a bed together.
And so what if that was the case? Ruby and Franky had once been long term lovers. Of course they would still have strong feelings for each other. Was that anything to get upset about?
It wasn't just the weekend away. There were other little signs that Ruby and Franky still had feelings for each other that weren't just physical.
Once a week, Victoria would tell her husband she was going out for drinks and dinner with "friends." This was largely true, even if she wasn't entirely truthful about what type of friends these were.
Ruby had invited her into her lesbian community, who got together every Friday night at a local bar. Over the weeks, Victoria had become more and more an accepted part of that small community, to the point where most of the regulars at the bar knew her by name.
There was Julia, the tall, skinny, "arty" brunette who seemed to have a different girlfriend every week. Jo, who was decidedly on the boyish side, but that never seemed to stop her from attracting the most gorgeous women for one night stands.
Then there was Maxine and Trish, the young hip couple who were infatuated with each other and seemed determined to display it at ever opportunity. And of course the devoted married couple, Linda and Sue, who had been together for years, and who individually you wouldn't pick as lesbian in a million years.
Together with herself, Ruby and of course Franky, that was the core group. The other distinct group that usually frequented the bar on Friday nights were "the bikies" - lesbians who all rode Harleys and dressed in leathers. The two groups tended not to mix too much, and Victoria only knew one or two of the bikers by name, including their apparent "leader" Samantha, a tall butch looking blonde.
This had become Victoria's second life. Weekly drinks with "the girls" and the occasional weekend away. Most of the girls knew that Victoria was still "in transition" as it were, which, as it turned out, was not uncommon for many new faces in the community. Victoria was surprised when Ruby pointed out the women who had once been involved in heterosexual relationships, just like her.
So far, she didn't think her husband had become suspicious, but knew that eventually she would have to choose between her old and new lives. She dreaded that day when it came.
For now, she was just enjoying the sense of belonging she felt as part of the Lesbian community. All the girls had come to know Victoria as Ruby's "partner", and Victoria always felt a warm buzz when Ruby would introduce her to someone new, always with her arm around her or holding her hand, just so they knew they were an item.
"Ruby and Victoria" quickly became an accepted couple, with the silent understanding that Victoria was off-limits to anybody else that may have had ideas about making a move on her. Victoria liked that feeling of acceptance and protection.
Lately though, it seemed to Victoria that Ruby was spending more and more time with Franky at their Friday drinks.
