©Graymangazer2014-04-23
This story involves Lesbianism, adultery and mild BDSM. If this is not to your taste please read no further, otherwise I hope you enjoy.
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Part One.
After ten years of marriage you may think there's nothing you don't know about your partner, that nothing can surprise or shock you. Just how wrong could you be? As I found out, very wrong.
My story starts when my wife Lisa and I celebrated our tenth wedding anniversary with an extended break in Brighton, our favourite city. We booked a hotel for ten nights, and planned days of sea and sun, and nights of fun and sex. It was mid-July, the weather was warm. We were in love and we were happy.
On the very first evening we strolled along the beach hand in hand and walked the brightly lit streets. We called in at a couple of bars along the way before dining at the classiest and most expensive restaurant we had ever been in, but hey! This was a celebration, so why not? We shared a couple of bottles of very expensive wine, and we were both a little tipsy as we searched for the next watering hole.
Brighton is probably the gay capital of Britain, so we thought it would be fun to visit a gay bar. We had plenty to choose from, but little did we know that the one we chose and the people we met there would completely change our lives.
It was a small ordinary looking place, with a counter down one side, a small stage at the end for entertainment and a row of two seat benches opposite. Four small round tables and a dozen chairs stood in front of the benches. There were probably forty to fifty people inside, of which around half were gay men, the rest were either gay women or straight singles and couples.
But the thing that made it so different was the atmosphere. We were greeted warmly four times before we even reached the counter, everybody was there for a good time and they were all so polite and friendly. We were lucky enough to find an empty table, and I spent the next hour drinking beer and watching Lisa dance. She had no shortage of partners, both male and female, not surprising as she is a very attractive woman, tall and curvy with long, wavy red hair and green eyes, a small nose with a splattering of freckles and a sexy pout. But it was party night and nobody made any untoward move on her, so we felt comfortable. After all we were the archetypical heterosexual couple. I had never been interested in other men and Lisa had no desire for other women, or so I had always believed.
Around an hour after we arrived I went to the bar to buy another round of drinks, as I waited to be served I turned to see a woman standing at our table. She had her back to me and was leaning over talking to Lisa, who, judging by her laughter, was finding the conversation very amusing. When I returned with the drinks the woman was sitting in my seat next to Lisa. I didn't mind and sat down facing them.
She introduced herself as Lauren. I judged her to be in her mid-twenties, ten years younger than Lisa. She was a match in height for Lisa but slimmer. Her brown hair was braided into two long tails that hung either side of her head. She was very attractive with full lips and dark, almost black eyes. When she spoke the first thought that came to my mind was sex: she simply oozed sex. This was emphasized by her decorations; five golden rings hung from each ear, a stud pierced her left nostril, with yet another ring through her right eyebrow. When she spoke I could see a small stud through the centre of her tongue. The sleeves of her stylish black jacket were pulled up to her elbows, revealing words in some exotic script tattooed on the inside of her right forearm. But what grabbed my attention was beneath her open jacket: she wore a transparent shirt, and her smallish breasts were clearly visible, and each erect nipple was pierced and decorated with a small ring.
She hugged me and kissed my cheek, her smile was so warm and inviting I even imagined that she found me attractive. Oh, what a fool I was!
We chatted and I bought more drinks. Lauren was great company and seemed really interested in us. Looking back I now realise how she cleverly got us to talk about ourselves, giving her information whilst she revealed hardly anything about herself. When she announced she had to leave to meet some friends I felt truly disappointed, and judging by the way Lisa watched her all the way to the door she did too.
"She was nice," I said once we were alone again.
"Um?" Lisa was still staring at the door as though she hoped Lauren would walk back in.
"I said Lauren was nice."
"Yes... yes, she was," she replied when I finally got her attention.
"She fancied you," I said.
"Don't be stupid," she laughed.
"Yes, she did, she thought you were on your own and available. And I think you fancied her a little bit too." I could tell my words had hit home. Lisa hesitated before answering and I could see the excitement in her eyes.
"You wish." She said with a smile. She was referring to my long-held fantasy of seeing her with another woman. I laughed with her, but I knew I was right, and the thought gave me a small thrill.
I fetched another drink and we carried on chatting. And thirty minutes later we both perked up when Lauren re-entered the bar followed by two other women. They made a beeline for our table, and she introduced the others as Stephanie and Amelia. We greeted one another like old friends. Lauren again parked herself next to Lisa and her friends sat opposite them to my right.
Stephanie was in her mid-thirties, around five feet six with large breasts. She was attractive but not stunning. I noticed she wore a wedding ring. Amelia was a lot younger, maybe twenty years old at the most, just over five feet tall and very pretty. They both had long black hair, and like Lauren, they both also had five rings in each ear and the nose stud, as well as the piercings through the eyebrow and tongue. Amelia also had words tattooed on her inner forearm, though I couldn't read them through her lace sleeve.
As we talked it became obvious that Lauren was the queen bee. The other women, including Lisa, hung on her every word. A short time later she stood and suggested – or rather ordered – that we all dance. She held out her hands to Lisa and myself and the five of us were soon on the floor as a group. The women were enjoying themselves, they were natural dancers. I on the other hand have all the rhythm of a plank of wood, so after a few minutes I said I needed the toilet and made my escape. When I returned to the bar and sat down I saw that the four girls had paired off. Stephanie was dancing with Amelia and Lisa was with Lauren. It was clear that I hadn't been missed.
I sat watching my wife and Lauren. They held hands as they swayed to the music. Lisa purposely avoided looking at anybody, and I imagined she felt embarrassed dancing openly with a gay woman in front of so many people. Lauren, though, had her eyes fixed firmly on Lisa's face. And when the music slowed she gradually moved closer until their bodies were touching. She had her hands on Lisa's waist and pulled her near as her hips gyrated against my wife's body. Lisa draped her hands lightly on Lauren's shoulders and looked nervous as she glanced over to me. I think she was looking for me to intervene; maybe things were getting just a little too serious for her liking. But I was enjoying what I was seeing. In fact I could feel my penis half erect in arousal as I watched my wife with another woman. I gave her a slight nod of encouragement, and to my everlasting regret I sat and did nothing as Lisa's seduction began.
Stephanie and Amelia sat down on either side of me. I tried to concentrate on our conversation as well as watching the ever more erotic show on the dance floor. By now Lisa had become more comfortable and held Lauren close as she laid her head on the younger woman's shoulder. And as they turned on the dance floor my breath caught. I saw Lauren stroking Lisa's hair with one hand while the other moved intimately over her arse, her fingertips even finding their way between Lisa's buttocks. I was slightly shocked but excitedly surprised to notice that Lisa made no move to avoid the questing hand.
A short time later the hand stroking Lisa's hair was cradling her head and Lauren was whispering into my wife's ear. The hand on her bottom, having met no resistance, now cupped one buttock with the fingers embedded between the cheeks. I could even see them moving toward Lisa's crotch from behind.
I watched Lauren pull Lisa's shirt collar aside and gently kiss her shoulder, her lips making their way up Lisa's neck, and when her tongue flicked out to lick her ear I almost climaxed in my pants. Lisa had her head pulled back and to one side exposing her neck and it was clear she was enjoying being kissed every bit as much as I was watching it.
Suddenly Amelia asked me something and I spoke to her for a minute, and when I turned my attention back to the dance floor, Lisa and Lauren had gone. I scanned the room and just caught sight of Lisa's back as she went through the door to the toilets. I relaxed and decided to get another round, while all the time trying to adjust the uncomfortable erection I was sporting without anybody noticing. I staggered a bit as I rose. The drinks were clearly having an effect.
ooOOoo
"Where are they?" I asked Stephanie. It had been more than fifteen minutes since they had left the room. I knew women seemed to take an age when visiting the ladies' room, but now I was becoming concerned, not so much for Lisa's safety – I was sure she was in no peril – but I feared that they were doing something intimate without me being there.
"They're probably just fixing their makeup, don't worry," Stephanie told me. I was about to ask her to go and check when they returned with Lauren leading Lisa by the hand.
