Chapter 10 Swaps
Jane had caught Beth off-guard. What was she to wear? Jane had not offered any advice on the matter. Should she go commando? This was the norm among the horny housewives who belonged to the neighbourhood's secret sex group. On the other hand, when she went out in public, she always carefully maintained her persona as a typical conservative suburban housewife. In other words, she would dress modestly and always wear a bra and a panty. Beth took the default conservative option, bra and panty underneath her regular outfit.
She then strode over to Jane's house. Just as her finger approached the doorbell, the door opened. Jane has watch her cross their yards. She smiled and let her petite blond friend into the house. They spent the next several minutes kissing each other. Almost three weeks had gone since their last lustful kiss.
When they finally separated, Jane's eyes looked up and down Beth's body appraising her choice of garments. They were as conservative as her own. Jane was also aware of the need to maintain public propriety.
"We will take my car once night falls," Jane informed her. "Then we'll drive to the strip mall and park a few stores down from the bar. Before we go in, you and I will take turns removing our bras and panties. One of us can has to keep alert in case some stranger is looking in our direction."
The two women managed to carry out their plan without incident. In fact, it was a Saturday night and well past 9:00. Most of the stores in the strip mall were already closed. It was almost deserted except for the Purple Pussy.
They entered the establishment, this time knowing that it was a lesbian handout. After taking a table, they looked around. In sharp contrast to the strip mall, the bar was busy, in fact much busier than it had been on their first time visit. The female clientele were in various states of dress, or undress, although none were nude. The two women believed that it had something to do with the local by-laws or the conditions of the establishment's licence.
Beth and Jane ordered glasses of wine. As their eyes adjusted to the dim lights in the bar, they were able to see more. Several of the women were looking at them with varying degree of interest. After all, they were newbies as far as most of the women were concerned. They slowly sipped their drinks taking in the atmosphere. Nether woman knew what to expect, let alone what to do.
Alive all-female band appeared. As the music began, various female couples rose from their seats and danced with each other on the small dance floor.
Jane took the initiative. "We can't just sit here all night," she declared. "Let's dance." She took Beth's hand and led her to the dance floor.
The music was sensual and lightly rhythmic. The two women embraced each other. As Beth was the shorter of the two, she swung her arms around Jane's neck while Jane's arms wrapped around her waist. Before too long, Beth placed her head against Jane's shoulder, enjoying the bigger woman's warmth. Beth and Jane noticed that the other female couples were kissing and fondling each other. Obviously, this was acceptable behaviour. Every time, Beth looked at Jane's face, Jane would hold her more tightly in her larger embrace and kiss her.
For the next two hours, they relaxed and enjoyed each other's company. There were a few instances when some woman or other copped a feel from them but, based on their previous experience, they had come to expect something like this could happen. So they were not offended when one or another woman copped a feel. However, they were largely left alone, probably because the women in the bar assumed that they were a steady lesbian couple committed to each other.
During this period, the two neighbours noticed that some of the female couples were switching partners. Eavesdropping, they overheard that the evening was devoted to lesbian couples who were looking to swap partners. Apparently, it was lesbian swingers' night. Female couples had come here to meet other female couples with the express purpose of swapping partners. When a connection was made, two couples would leave the bar. Sex was not allowed on the premises. They had to go somewhere off-premises.
It was getting late. So far, no one had attempted to proposition them. Beth guessed that the other women in the establishment had sensed their newness to the situation and decided not to put any pressure on them by leaving them alone.
Beth was about to suggest to Jane that it was time to go home but stopped when a warm soft female hand slipped under her skirt from behind, squeezing and stroking her butt cheek. This was qualitatively more aggressive and more overtly sexual than the gropes that they had endured up to now. Then the same hand slid between her legs following the inside contours if her bottom. A finger briefly explored he anus, slid across her perineum and then stroked her labia and clitoris! Beth shivered. The hand was clearly experienced and very skilful. Soon her pussy was wet.
At first, Beth thought Jane was the culprit. So when she looked up at Jane's face, she saw that Jane was looking over her shoulder at someone else. Some one else, a total stranger, not Jane, was molesting the centre of her femaleness.
"Is she yours?" the stranger behind Beth asked. The tone of her question dripped with authority.
"She is," Jane replied, making no attempt to disabuse the stranger of her notion that Beth somehow 'belonged' to her.
Beth's immediate reaction was to resent the molester's insinuation that she lacked personal autonomy. Although Beth liked to play the submissive once in a while, it was still always on her own terms, no one else's, not even Jane's. Beth also knew, though, that Jane would never make her do anything against her will although she was usually willing to experiment and to allow Jane to push the envelop.
Beth turned her face back to Jane's. Each was trying to figure out what the other was thinking. Neither said a word. Jane could read Beth easily. Her little friend was uncertain what to say or do. In contrast, what Beth saw in Jane's face was a challenge. Jane wanted to see where this could go and have Beth go along with it.
Beth still said nothing. She still didn't know what to say or do. This female couple were hardcore lesbians. She was both nervous about where this was heading but excited at the thought of a new adventure. In the final analysis, if she didn't like what was happening, she finally told herself, she could always quit and leave.
Meanwhile, the woman who had accosted them interpreted Beth's quiet demeanour as another sign of her subservience to Jane. So she focussed on Jane believing that Jane was the dominant partner, but was uncertain if Jane was willing to share her partner. Some women, she knew, were rather possessive about their female lovers and unwilling to share. This type of of female couple was known to show up the bars as a place to go for a night out.
Jane was silent. The stranger took her silence as a sign that she was expected to explain herself.
My name is Miriam," the woman started. She pointed at a nearby table where an Asian woman was sitting. She added, "That's Fang. She's a sub and my live-in lover. Will you join us at our table and I'll explain?"
After they sat down at Miriam's table, Miriam introduced Fang to Jane and Beth.
"I'm Jane," she said finally introducing herself first. She gestured toward Beth. "That little lesbian slut is mine, but we still need to know you a little better."
They began with some small talk. Beth and Jane learned that Miriam and Fang were a long-time lesbian couple. They in turn learned that Jane and Beth were full-time housewives. If they had any thought that Miriam would be put off by a couple of part-time lesbians, they were mistaken. Quite to the contrary, Miriam was intrigued by the idea of having sex with men's wives.
After about an hour, Miriam directed the conversation to what was the main point for her. "I like you two. I think the four of us could have some real fun together. We'd like to invite you to our place provided you're free and want to."
Jane was interested but wasn't sure about Beth. "When did you have in mind?" she asked.
"Tomorrow is ideal," Miriam replied. "It's a Sunday. We could have all day to become acquainted."
Jane looked doubtful. "That's too soon," she finally said. She wanted to talk privately to Beth before committing the both of them. She was worried that accepting Miriam's invitation would provoke a negative reaction from Beth. "I need a little time to think about," she said.
"I'm sorry. I don't mean to rush you," Miriam continued, "but our jobs involve a lot of travelling and require flexibility, We are away from home a lot" she explained. "I run a modelling agency. Fang was one of my models. She has become both my business partner and my submissive live-in girlfriend. If you can't or don't want to, I fully understand." Miriam handed over a slip of paper. "Here's our address and telephone number. If you decide to accept my invitation, call me. Then we can arrange a time."
Calling it a night, the Miriam and Fang left the bar.
Jane and Miriam had done most of the talking. Like Fang, Beth had said almost nothing. Now Jane needed to hear Beth's opinion. She hoped that Beth shared her sense of adventure and would be open to the idea of having an adventure with these two committed lesbians, but she could not be sure until they talked about it privately.
As they walked to the car, they recalled the evening's experiences. They had endured the fondling of various parts of their bodies, which, unlike their first visit to this bar, was something that they knew what to expect. They giggled as they confessed to each other that they had enjoyed being sexual objects to other women.
After Miriam and Fang had left, a couple of other women propositioned them as well. Although flattered, they had politely declined their advances. They had a lot to absorb and wanted to talk about.
Jane invited Beth to share her bed with her for the night. Beth gladly accepted. The night in the lesbian bar had stimulating their libidos to fever pitch. They sated their desires in each other's arms before falling asleep.
On the following day, they talked about their experiences in the lesbian bar, focussing mostly on Miriam and her submissive partner.
"Miriam thinks you're relationship with me is similar to hers with Fang. I know you don't mind letting me take the lead once in a while but what Miriam is expecting is a true submissive like Fang. I would describe you as occasionally passive rather than submissive. Accepting Miriam's invitation means you will at least try to act like a submissive."
Beth understood what Jane was driving at. She would have to play a role in which she had to do what she was told.
"I can always pull out if things go too far. Right?" Beth said.
"Of course," Jane replied.
"I'm game to give it a try," Beth said. "You can call her and tell her we, no you, accept her invitation on our behalf."
Jane smiled. How far her little friend might go, she could not say, but at least she was willing to give it a try.
