When Friends Move Away
With Jayne and I getting engaged along with Sally and Bryony settling in well together, things were moving on nicely. We continued to have our Girlsâ Nights, usually at mine, usually all sleeping together. We were two couples who did have sex together, but we did not see ourselves as swingers. I loved sleeping together with furtive feelings, ******* and touching during the night, but we never swapped partners as such, we just did it all together, or not at all.
At our next Girlsâ Night, Bryony said she been offered a new job, but based in Cologne. I knew the city and was jealous. Christmas markets there were my idea of heaven on earth, hot chocolate, waffles, beer and a chocolate museum all close by. Sally decided to go with Bryony and teach English. They both spoke a bit of the language, so would settle in quickly. We would go and visit. I asked dad if I could borrow his Jaguar and give it a blast on the Autobahns. He said yes!
After Sally and Bryony left, we did miss them, for friends, for emotional support and the sex. That week we booked in the late Spring in Cologne couldnât come quick enough. We discussed our possibilities regarding our lack of Girlsâ Nights. We agreed we would seek a playmate or couple. Female only. Weâd both agreed our days of men were over. It turned out Jayne had only slept with her husband. No other man. I didnât miss it. The egos involved made it a chore. Actually, I was more turned on when I was with Jayne, Sarah, Erica, Sally or Bryony. Yet I identified as straight.
We started doing our research into ways of meeting the right sort of person or people. We didnât join the usual sites like Tinder as we didnât want photos of guysâ penises wanting âfunâ. I almost felt that having a male may have either of us give up on the other. We started formulating what we wanted, what we liked and the sort of person we would go for. I loved the exhibitionism side of an extra person. Jayne liked watching and joining in. I liked my strap on and Jayne and I both like going down on a woman. We wanted someone who didnât smoke, Iâd dated a smoker and kissing was less of a pleasure with him than anyone else, male or female. Jayne kept herself fit by walking Charlie and riding her horse. I ran, cycled and went to the gym, so we were never supermodels, but at least made an effort. We wanted the same. I told Jayne about a few of the replies Iâd got from women, she giggled at the description I gave of one as all pronouns, flags and unicorns.
Weâd arranged to meet for a coffee after work and Iâd done a spin class at the gym, allowing Jayne to drop her girls at their dadâs. It was late May and I jumped in the shower after a particularly hard session. The warm water washed the hard-earned sweat off me. I was the only one in the showers when Joan, a new member whoâd been talking with me before the class walked in. She was similar height and build as me. Six pack and a chest Iâd have killed for. She was a few years older, black and her hair was in dreadlocks. She looked not only stunningly beautiful as well as a naturally athletic bearing. I was secretly admiring the view before me when she asked me for some shower gel as sheâd forgotten hers. I loved the way the soap suds washed down the contours of her body, forming rivulets. I marvelled at her statuesque build as she stretched under the jets of hot water. To say I was struggling not to touch her wouldâve been a major understatement. I wanted to touch her, soap her, stroke her and share her with Jayne. It would have saved us a search for our new playmate.
We got talking, small talk as we dried ourselves and dressed. She was running her towel around her beautifully firm breasts and my mind was running riot. Cat like, she stepped into her knickers and dove coloured shorts, beautifully tailored for her bum and hips. She put her bra on and a crop top. She was stunning. I threw a short summer dress over my head, put on a pair of knickers, picked up my bag and we both left the dressing room.
âEh, Pamela, your dress is on inside out!â Joan said to me in a stage whisper. We were in the foyer, no one was nearby so I quickly took it off, turned it the right way in and put it back on as quickly as possible. âWhat did you just do?â Joan asked in a tone of incredulity. âYouâre certainly body confident!â She added. âNo one was around to see, youâve seen me wear less than the shoes and knickers I was wearing, it is not as though I have a lot to show (pointing to my small breasts), so whatâs the issue? Besides my fiancĂ©e likes that exhibitionist side of my characterâ. âWow! I thought Iâd lived a bit, after 12 years in the Army, you see and do a lot. Youâd have been popular in my old unit with an outlook like that. What does your fiancĂ© like watching you do?â âFucking another woman, but thatâs personal, Iâm trusting your discretion hereâ I replied.
âYour secret is safe with me. Iâd like to meet your fiancĂ©, if you catch my driftâ. Joan whispered conspiratorially. âCome along, we are meeting for a coffee, thatâs where Iâm going nowâ I suggested. Nothing was said, Joan just followed me as we entered the coffee shop. I saw her look around for any guys. âHey Jayne, meet Joan, sheâs in the same class as me. Joan, this is Jayne, my fiancĂ©eâ. Joan was a picture of astonishment. âShe was taken aback by my exhibitionist nature, and long story short she wanted to meet you, although I suspect she didnât realise when I said fiancĂ©e, she didnât think I meant femaleâ. âI, I, I, well, I thought I could get some bisexual action, licking pussy and getting a big cock in me for a hard shagâ Joan stuttered. âYouâve struck gold hunnyâ Jayne said, putting her hand on Joanâs. âCoffee or my flat?â I asked. No one replied, they just picked up their things and we headed for the car park and got in the Alfa then headed to mine.
Entering the flat I took Joanâs hands, turned her round and looked in her eyes for a few moments. They were lovely, hazel, blinking intermittently. I put a finger under her chin and moved her face slowly towards mine. We both closed our eyes and opened our mouths. Tentatively initially, slowly increasing in intensity, I ran my tongue around Joanâs lips, they parted, and I invaded her mouth. She fought back, our tongues going backwards and forwards, exploring the otherâs mouth. Weâd been holding hands, but they separated and started to stroke each otherâs tummy. She was seriously toned. Joan was strong, but tender on me. Her hands went northwards and started to stroke my breasts. By now, my nipples were very erect. You couldâve hung a wet duffel coat on them.
âSorry I donât have more for you to play with, champagne glass is the best I could think of to describe themâ I said. âFirstly, I liked what I saw in the showers, you donât think Iâd go for a shower without shower gel? Secondly, Iâve dated a woman whoâd had a boob job. I didnât think it was a nice feel, so youâre being true to who you are and thirdly, what girl doesnât like getting their hands on champagne?â Joan replied as she started to tug the bum of my dress upwards, over my head. âThatâs better, how you looked in the foyer!â She added. I saw Jayne shaking her head, I know, Iâm incorrigible.
I slipped my hand under Joanâs top and lifter it up over her head as sheâd done with my dress. I slipped my index fingers down either side of her cleavage. Her tits were like rocks. I cupped my hands over them, squeezing as Joan tweaked my nipples. Joan let go of my nipples and slipped her hands behind her back to unhook her bra. It fell at our feet, and I kicked it out the way.
Jayne was sitting on the sofa, I pulled Joan towards me as I walked backwards and sat down beside Jayne. I motioned Joan to straddle me and as we were about to resume kissing, I pulled Jayne in for a three-way kiss. âWatch out Joan, Pamela is a breast girl, youâre not going to know what hit youâ Jayne warned her. Her nipples puffed up and I went to work. I squeezed her breasts quite hard then released them as I started to chew her nipples. Sucking and nibbling alternately. Joan started to breath more heavily, Jayne reached over and started to kiss Joan as we made a full onslaught on her senses.
Jayne disentangled herself, stood up and knelt down behind Joan and nibbled her ears and neck. Jayne ran her hands down Joanâs flanks, causing her to shudder a bit. She then stroked her six pack. Joanâs breathing got heavier as we kissed. Jayne moved her hands up and cupped them under Joanâs magnificent breasts. I moved my hands up, stroking her neck and face, then through her dreadlocks.
Jayne whispered in Joanâs ear, âhave you ever had a lesbian threesome?â Joan nodded, âI was a part of a lesbian throuple for a few years, it turned nasty at the end, but great while it lastedâ. Jayne put her hands on Joanâs elbows and motioned her upwards, standing up and allowing me to get up too. Jayne and I took a hand each and led Joan to the bedroom. I hadnât expected to have guests, so I had to throw some fresh washing onto the floor.
Jayne came in with a chair and sat down to watch Joan and I. Joan and I continued our kissing. It was almost wrestling, no quarter asked nor given. I loved Joan rubbing herself against me, making both of us wringing wet. Her pert breasts rubbing against my flatter equivalents. I was loving the feeling. No wonder men love women topless!
As we ground our pussies together, I heard a phone chime for a text. Thankfully it wasnât mine and so kept our rhythm going, pussy lips on pussy lips, lips on lips, nipples on nipples. We rolled over a few times; I ended up on top of Joan. âLetâs 69â Joan whispered hoarsely. I rolled off her and changed ends. Iâm a breast woman, but Jayne and I love eating pussy, be it one on one, mutual or more than one at a time.
I straddled Joan and lent forward. I made sure my hair was out the way to let Jayne see me devouring Joanâs pussy. I hooked my hands around her legs to spread them and felt her spreading my pussy lips so we could attack each other's clits. We were licking away when at the same time we started to finger the otherâs pussy. Tongue on clit, fingers in pussy soon had our heart rates racing as we came together. Breathing heavily, we regained our composure while lying as we were.
I blew on Joanâs pussy, and she shuddered. I did it again and she let out a sigh. This time I gently kissed her pussy lips, and she had a jolt run through her body. She gave a moan of appreciation, and I did it again. I got off her and knelt down between her knees and gently started kissing and licking her again. Initially she resisted, but Joan had obviously recovered enough from her orgasm to enjoy rather than find it painful.
Again, tongues and lips worked her pussy gently. I didnât think that anything other than gentle would be right. I slowly kissed her pussy and occasionally let my tongue penetrate her, but on the whole, I just kissed her and held her hands. After a few minutes she suddenly drew her thighs together, trapping my head and twisted her fingers in mine as suddenly she came. The sheen on her six pack and torso told me she was working those toned muscles and at the height of climax, she lifted her hips clean off the bed, against my weight. Impressive.
âWow! Who taught you how to do that???â Joan asked, breathlessly. I said nothing initially. I got up, went over to the wardrobe and in a bag at the back, I pulled out my strap on. I didnât even ask her, the way her eyes lit up told me she consented. Jayne helped adjust the straps on it and I was ready to go. âYou, on the corner of the bed, on all fours! Now!â I barked. Joan knelt on the edge of the bed, and I lined the strap on up against her still moist pussy. She pushed back gently, and I penetrated her. I grabbed her wrists, so she was counterbalanced, and I started to fuck her. She was still a bit on edge after my assault on her pussy a few minutes earlier.
Her breathing got heavier along with mine as we built up a steady rhythm. Suddenly, with a scream, Joan came and just collapsed, slipping out of my grip and landing face first onto the bed. âWell, you did say you wanted some bisexual action and a bit of cock, I hope you werenât disappointedâ I said eventually. âMy turn!â Piped up Jayne. I knew she liked watching people have sex, be it me with a playmate, or just porn. Joan looked at her and replied, âafter what Pamela has just given me, I think it is time for me to give something back. Are you sure you guys are ok with this? I know youâre a couple, I donât want to cause frictionâ. âYou wonât split Pamela and I up honey, we are not looking for a Throuple, but occasional playmateâ Jayne replied. No wonder I love her, she likes watching me with other women then joins in. Guys would die for that.
Joan stood up and faced Jayne. Similar heights to each other and they started to kiss. They held hands for a spell then at the same time moved their hands on to the otherâs hips. It was a slow, deep kiss, their tongues were exploring each otherâs mouth slowly, but thoroughly. They moved on to my favourite bit, kissing and breast caressing. Joan ran her fingers down off Jayneâs breasts on to her tummy and Jayne almost melted.
I jumped on to the bed at the same time Joan pushed Jayne backwards. I wriggled into a position that allowed Jayne to lay back into my arms so I could continue giving her breasts some attention and continue the kissing. Out the corner of my eye I saw Joan unbuckling Jayneâs belt and undoing her jeans. Jayne instinctively raised her bum to allow Joan to slip them off. âTwo smooth pussies on the same night? Now Iâm spoiltâ Joan mumbled to herself. I saw Joan start to lick my fiancĂ©eâs pussy. Stroking her tummy like when they were kissing and giving Jayne head. I started to massage her nipples harder and harder, pulling on them to a point just short of pain. Iâd done that many a time, so knew Jayneâs limits. Jayne started to grab the duvet cover and scrunch it in her hands. I donât know what Joan was doing to her, but Jayne seemed to like it.
We untangled ourselves and lay down together, limbs intertwined with limbs as we lay there, spent. We stroked each otherâs hair and bodies and made small talk. Joan asked us how we got together, she seemed quite taken by the back story of Sarah taking the tuxedo photo, Erica, Sally and Bryony. She admitted she was going to wash at home but wanted to check me out in the shower. She really did have shower gel, but any excuse to make conversation.
Joan looked at her phone and swore. âI canât believe it! At the end of the summer I have a badminton tournament and my partner has done her knee ligaments! Bugger! I thought we had a chance of winning it, never mindâ. âWhat tournament? I represented the school at national level, though not played since I had the girlsâ. Jayne replied. âBelieve it or not, it is a church tournament! I just wonât tell them what I was doing this evening to keep myself fitâŠ.â Joan replied. âIâm not sure lezzing up in a threesome is what they think as normal behaviours. Letâs arrange a game and we can see if we can make it work?â Joan suggested.
âNext week Jayne and I are heading over to Germany for a week, but no other events are plannedâ I said. âJayne, fancy a game tomorrow at the gym? See where we are at?â Joan asked. âSure, pass the iPad and I will book a courtâ. Jayne replied.
Long story short, after exchanging phone numbers, Joan headed home. She had to collect some groceries for her parents. We didnât need to go far; we were stripped naked and in bed already. âIâm not sure I know what Iâve let myself in for!â Jayne said finally. âIâve ridden my horse but am out of shapeâ. âPlay Joan and see how you get on; besides, youâve got a few months and can practice with your girls too?â I suggested. We fell asleep and went to work the next day.
Jayne popped home and got her kit and went straight to the gym after work. I picked up my swimsuit and occupied myself in the pool for an hour. I left the pool, wrapped a towel around me and went to see how Jayne and Joan were getting on. Their hour was just about up as I arrived. Jayne looked shattered. From the chat, I gleaned that Jayne was very ring rusty, but as the hour went on, she got into her stride and actually started to take points off Joan. They seemed to be developing an understanding of how the other played. Jayne was more competitive than I gave her credit for.
We walked into the dressing-room, and I got out of my now drying out swimsuit. Jayne and Joan peeled their sweat drenched clothes and dumped them at their feet. No one would want to steal these! Towels were retrieved along with shower gels, and we headed to the showers. 24 hours earlier Joan and I had been surreptitiously eyeing each other up in here and now we were back in the same place. âI can see why you were entranced by Joanâ Jayne said while Joan lathered herself under the steaming jets. Joan poured some gel into her hands and started to lather Jayneâs black mane. She soaped her back, and I spotted her soaping under her breasts discreetly. Jayne was facing the wall and Joan was blocking anyone from seeing this from the other side. I stepped closer and decided to join in. I started to finger Jayne. It didnât take long for Jayne to come. The fear of getting caught versus the pleasure of NOT getting caught seemed to have an effect on Jayne. For the first time in our relationship, Jayne appeared to be blushing. âWow! I loved that but was terrified someone would catch us!â Jayne spluttered. âTurn roundâ I replied and started to soap her bum âthatâll be handy when I get you home, you, exhibitionist, youâ I added. Jayne simply smiled.
We got home and started to make plans for a training regime. Getting Jayne fit wasnât a big issue, getting her match fit would be very different. Jayne enlisted her girls, who turned out to be good players and set up a twice weekly session with Joan, her girls and even me. Iâm not bad, but not to that standard. Sadly. I loved watching Jayne and Joan dance around the court, so this wasnât going to be a hardship.
We were excited, it was time for us to pack up and go see Sally and Bryony in Cologne. Dad didnât change his mind and let me take the Jag. We took the overnight sailing from Newcastle to Amsterdam and wafted along the motorways, roof down, obviously. Weâd left Jayneâs girls with their dad and booked an Airbnb with an allocated parking space. As we were away for less than a week, we didnât need much luggage, which was just as well as the Jaguar had a small boot, even less with the roof down. It didnât matter as we could carry soft bags in the cabin.
It was strange, as it was the first time Iâd driven it since the wedding with Sarah, her returning home and her arranging a profile for me, through which I met Erica and Jayne. I enjoyed the three-hour cruise through the Netherlands and Germany. I managed not to put my foot down, just. We got to our Airbnb mid-day and went for an explore around the city centre and grabbed a bite to eat.
Bryony and Sally had settled into the city and had found a flat. They came round and we ordered pizza and Bryony had done a dog leg via Aldi and stocked up on the wine and the local beer. Ideal for pizza. We caught up and told Sally and Bryony about Joan and the pending badminton Jayne had agreed to play in. âYou guys wasted no time moving on from us, eh Sally?â Bryony piped up. âToo far for a girlsâ nightâ Jayne countered, with a grin and a wink. âTouchĂ©!â Sally replied.
âPamela, I need to show you a new toy Iâve got, youâll be jealousâ Sally said later in the evening. I was curious. âLater darlingâ she said mysteriously. The night wore on and we headed to bed. As before, it wasnât a partner swap fest, but like before, before long we were licking, kissing, sucking and fucking mainly our partners. Iâd just finished going down on Jayne, teasing her to orgasm. She had been working hard for this badminton match, her already toned legs seemed tighter around my head as I tongued her to orgasm. Sally was doing the same to Bryony, both our partners were holding hands as they came. Sally and I timed that well!
âPamela, you inspired me, that gift Sarah gave you can be beaten, Lauren had one and used it to good effect on me. Watch this!â Sally put her hand into her bag and brought out a Gal-Pal strapless dildo. âYou put it in your pussy, and it grinds your clitoris and massages your G-Spot, gives both an orgasm. Better than grinding. Watch. Bryony, on all fours!â Bryony jumped up and crouched on all fours at the corner of the bed. Sally had already put it in her pussy, and she let me have a look at how it sat. I was impressed and decided Iâd have to get one if it worked. Maybe she would let me try it on my Jayne?
Sally lined the prosthetic phallic toy up and given Bryony had just come, her pussy was moist enough still for Sally to slip straight in. This was a decent size and Bryony seemed to have no trouble taking it at all. Sally rested her hands on Bryonyâs bum, Bryony kept her arse up, but buried her face in the crook of her arms, face down into the duvet. Her tits began to jiggle in time to Sallyâs thrusts. I got up and facing Sally, watching how she did it, sat down beside the now panting and sweating Bryony. I put my arms around her and started tweaking her very erect nipples. âDonât stop, fuck's sake, donât stop!â Bryony choked. The sheen of sweat on her back matches the sweat on Sallyâs forehead.
With a scream Bryony came, moments later followed by Sally. âImpressed?â Asked Sally a few moments later. Before I could reply, Bryony lifted her head and mumbled, âVery. As always. Best thing weâve boughtâŠâ. We all burst out laughing.
We spent our time during the days doing tourist things and soaking up the local hospitality at night. We didnât seek out any other playmates. Sally and Bryony spent most nights with us. Overnight. One evening we told Sally and Bryony about the badminton match Jane and Joan had lined up along with the fitness regime Jayne had undertaken. âI thought you were looking better than usual; the workouts suit youâ Bryony said. âIâm feeling it at times. Iâm forty something, not fourteen! Iâve dropped a bra size. I hope Pamela isnât too upset, the plus size is she gets to go bra fitting and shopping with me!â Replied Jayne. Always thinking of others.
Iâd noticed her toning up, not significantly, but lots of little things. I always saw her as an older Yummy Mummy, but not a Cougar. Our week in Germany ended too soon and we headed home. The ferry was comfortable, and weâd spent a bit more to get a double cabin. Basic, but comfortable. The sound insulation left a lot to be desired, however. The young couple in the next cabin certainly had a great night, moving with the gentle pitching of the ship. The young lady in question certainly had a great pair of lungs on her. We noticed this as we got back to our cabin.
Weâd been in the bar after dinner and enjoyed a few glasses of Prosecco. Merry, but not drunk. âWe can do better Pamela!â Jayne winked at me and pulled me closer to her for a kiss. We fumbled our way into the cabin. Before I knew it, Jayne had my top off. She pushed me on to the double bed. She **** my humbler breasts the sort of attention I normally pay to her, Joan, Sally, Bryony, Erica or Sarah. She started chewing my nipples gently initially, then harder and harder. My breathing intensified under this onslaught. So much so I was unable to plead for mercyâŠâŠ
Jayne then started to use her nails across my slightly bloated tummy after the Prosecco and a fine meal. I felt Iâd burst! I was moaning louder and louder. The next thing I felt was Jayne fumbling with my belt. Pretty soon it was unbuckled, and she then went to work on my cargo pants. The button and zip were soon rent asunder and her hands under my bum. She was working fast! She gripped my knickers and belt, pulling the offending garments over my hips and down to my knees.
I was usually the more dominant partner. This was a pleasant surprise. The trousers and knickers were pulled over my knees and were round my ankles. Shoes still on. âI think it is time I gave this little, under used clitoris some me timeâ. Jayne said in a low voice. How drunk was she? I was soon about to find out. She knelt down on the cabin floor and pulled me closer to her mouth.
Weâd both been waxed before we left, so I knew the sensation I knew would be exquisite. Jayne started to kiss my inner thighs. A good start in my book. Nibbling my skin, teasing me, but not leaving a mark. Tramp Stamps were NOT our thing. She put her left hand on my pubis bone and started to make out with my outer lips. I had always liked her kissing from our first date and how she had learned how to go down on a woman. We both enjoyed that aspect of our sexual relationship in particular. We both loved the taste of each other.
She did to me what I loved doing to her, namely licking my clitoris while fingering me and gently stimulating my G-Spot. She focused below the waistline, I massaged my erect nipples. My breathing got heavier and moaning more pronounced. She kept up her attention on my soaking wet pussy.
Suddenly a jolt went through me, I do not know where it came from but suddenly, I exploded with the biggest, and quickest orgasm Iâve had for quite some time. I let out a scream of YES! Several times in fact as I bunched the bedsheets in my hands. As I came, I screamed again âIâm coming! Donât stop! Donât stop!â With my thighs wrapped around her neck, I arched my back, then collapsed in a heap on the now soaking bedclothes. She went to touch me again on my pussy, but it was too tender, I had to push her away. For the time being anyway! From next door we heard a round of applause. Cheeky bastards.
We got home safely, a great time was had, but all good things come to an end. I shared the chocolate I bought in Germany with colleagues and it never lasted long. Jayne had some need to hit the gym and pool for this match she and Joan were involved in. The beer, wine and chocolate in Germany are lethal.
While Jayne and Joan had a knock around, I hit the pool, putting in some lengths, making good my own laziness. Jayne and Joan had agreed to meet me afterwards in the pool for a chill out in the sauna and hot tub. I checked the clock and as I was getting out the pool, l heard my name being called. It was Erica and she had a ******* in her arms. Her red mane was matted to her neck and shoulders. She had got her figure back, but I dare say running around after a ******* keeps you active. She looked lovely and her wee girl had her mumâs trademark red hair too.
âThereâs a surprise!â We kept in touch loosely on social media. I did like her, but Jayne was how I chose to go. âHowâs the wee oneâ? I continued. âSophie, meet Pamela, Pamela, meet Sophieâ Erica replied. This wee face looked at me and gave me a smile that could melt a glacier. âI am about to hit the hot tub while I wait for Jayne and Joan, join me?â I asked. Erica simply nodded and we wandered over. I stepped into the tub, sat down and felt the stresses and aches leave me. âIâm waiting for Jayneâ. I told her about the badminton tournament and how we were trying to undo our self indulgence in Germany.
Just as I was doing that, I saw Jayne and Joan enter the pool. They both saw me and came over. Jayne and Erica had met once before, and they recognised each other. Given the potential difficulty of them being uncomfortable as Iâd chosen one over the other, I was wary, but they were fine. In fact, they got on fine. Jayne was looking radiant in her swimsuit, Joan was stunning. High visibility yellow, against her beautiful ebony hide had a few sets of eyes on her. Erica could hardly keep her eyes off her. Jayne was in a simple royal blue outfit, simple cut that suited her age and figure.
We chatted in the hot tub for a bit. Erica had split with Lindsey after Sophie was born. According to Jayne, new born kids are demanding and can strain relationships. So that wasnât a surprise then. I said a baby would have put a dampener on socialising, but Erica replied she hadnât been out for since Sophie was born, and she didnât miss it. Also men her age were turned off by the thought of a *****.
âI was gutted Lindsey and I never worked out longer term, as Pamela knows, I was more friends with benefits type of girl. Turned out I was dating a lesbian!â Erica added. âIâd openly date a woman now, but my first priority is wee Sophie. Obviously.â We spent the next 30 minutes chatting when I suggested we grab pizza, wine and head to my flat. Erica now had her own place, quite close to me it transpired. Erica went back to her place and got baby supplies and an hour later the doorbell rang, and Jayne let Erica and wee Sophie in.
We demolished the pizza and wine at a great rate of ****. I noticed Erica gravitating towards Joan. They seemed very comfortable together. Now Iâd set up Bryony and Sally, to great effect Iâm delighted to say, but they were closer in years and no ********. I decided to let anything that was going to pan out happen without interference or influence.
Later that evening, Erica had to get her daughter home. âI live nearby, want me to walk you home?â Joan asked Erica. Ericaâs face lit up at the idea and agreed. Ok, my girly gay-dar may be proven correctâŠ.
The next morning, I got texts from both Erica and Joan. I was so glad that they both had got laidâŠ.. Erica was asking advice about telling people she had a girlfriend and was someone 10+ years older appropriate? I pointed out my age gap with Jayne. So that was settled. The downside, if Joanâs happiness was ignored, was so we continue our playmate relationship with her. Jayne was uncomfortable with Ericaâs age, being slightly older than her daughters. We decided to keep ourselves to ourselves. I do feel a slight tinge of regret not having a last blowout, but I understood where Jayne was coming from. But I did like sleeping with, and making love with a pregnant woman. Try it, I recommend it.
At our next Girlsâ Night, Bryony said she been offered a new job, but based in Cologne. I knew the city and was jealous. Christmas markets there were my idea of heaven on earth, hot chocolate, waffles, beer and a chocolate museum all close by. Sally decided to go with Bryony and teach English. They both spoke a bit of the language, so would settle in quickly. We would go and visit. I asked dad if I could borrow his Jaguar and give it a blast on the Autobahns. He said yes!
After Sally and Bryony left, we did miss them, for friends, for emotional support and the sex. That week we booked in the late Spring in Cologne couldnât come quick enough. We discussed our possibilities regarding our lack of Girlsâ Nights. We agreed we would seek a playmate or couple. Female only. Weâd both agreed our days of men were over. It turned out Jayne had only slept with her husband. No other man. I didnât miss it. The egos involved made it a chore. Actually, I was more turned on when I was with Jayne, Sarah, Erica, Sally or Bryony. Yet I identified as straight.
We started doing our research into ways of meeting the right sort of person or people. We didnât join the usual sites like Tinder as we didnât want photos of guysâ penises wanting âfunâ. I almost felt that having a male may have either of us give up on the other. We started formulating what we wanted, what we liked and the sort of person we would go for. I loved the exhibitionism side of an extra person. Jayne liked watching and joining in. I liked my strap on and Jayne and I both like going down on a woman. We wanted someone who didnât smoke, Iâd dated a smoker and kissing was less of a pleasure with him than anyone else, male or female. Jayne kept herself fit by walking Charlie and riding her horse. I ran, cycled and went to the gym, so we were never supermodels, but at least made an effort. We wanted the same. I told Jayne about a few of the replies Iâd got from women, she giggled at the description I gave of one as all pronouns, flags and unicorns.
Weâd arranged to meet for a coffee after work and Iâd done a spin class at the gym, allowing Jayne to drop her girls at their dadâs. It was late May and I jumped in the shower after a particularly hard session. The warm water washed the hard-earned sweat off me. I was the only one in the showers when Joan, a new member whoâd been talking with me before the class walked in. She was similar height and build as me. Six pack and a chest Iâd have killed for. She was a few years older, black and her hair was in dreadlocks. She looked not only stunningly beautiful as well as a naturally athletic bearing. I was secretly admiring the view before me when she asked me for some shower gel as sheâd forgotten hers. I loved the way the soap suds washed down the contours of her body, forming rivulets. I marvelled at her statuesque build as she stretched under the jets of hot water. To say I was struggling not to touch her wouldâve been a major understatement. I wanted to touch her, soap her, stroke her and share her with Jayne. It would have saved us a search for our new playmate.
We got talking, small talk as we dried ourselves and dressed. She was running her towel around her beautifully firm breasts and my mind was running riot. Cat like, she stepped into her knickers and dove coloured shorts, beautifully tailored for her bum and hips. She put her bra on and a crop top. She was stunning. I threw a short summer dress over my head, put on a pair of knickers, picked up my bag and we both left the dressing room.
âEh, Pamela, your dress is on inside out!â Joan said to me in a stage whisper. We were in the foyer, no one was nearby so I quickly took it off, turned it the right way in and put it back on as quickly as possible. âWhat did you just do?â Joan asked in a tone of incredulity. âYouâre certainly body confident!â She added. âNo one was around to see, youâve seen me wear less than the shoes and knickers I was wearing, it is not as though I have a lot to show (pointing to my small breasts), so whatâs the issue? Besides my fiancĂ©e likes that exhibitionist side of my characterâ. âWow! I thought Iâd lived a bit, after 12 years in the Army, you see and do a lot. Youâd have been popular in my old unit with an outlook like that. What does your fiancĂ© like watching you do?â âFucking another woman, but thatâs personal, Iâm trusting your discretion hereâ I replied.
âYour secret is safe with me. Iâd like to meet your fiancĂ©, if you catch my driftâ. Joan whispered conspiratorially. âCome along, we are meeting for a coffee, thatâs where Iâm going nowâ I suggested. Nothing was said, Joan just followed me as we entered the coffee shop. I saw her look around for any guys. âHey Jayne, meet Joan, sheâs in the same class as me. Joan, this is Jayne, my fiancĂ©eâ. Joan was a picture of astonishment. âShe was taken aback by my exhibitionist nature, and long story short she wanted to meet you, although I suspect she didnât realise when I said fiancĂ©e, she didnât think I meant femaleâ. âI, I, I, well, I thought I could get some bisexual action, licking pussy and getting a big cock in me for a hard shagâ Joan stuttered. âYouâve struck gold hunnyâ Jayne said, putting her hand on Joanâs. âCoffee or my flat?â I asked. No one replied, they just picked up their things and we headed for the car park and got in the Alfa then headed to mine.
Entering the flat I took Joanâs hands, turned her round and looked in her eyes for a few moments. They were lovely, hazel, blinking intermittently. I put a finger under her chin and moved her face slowly towards mine. We both closed our eyes and opened our mouths. Tentatively initially, slowly increasing in intensity, I ran my tongue around Joanâs lips, they parted, and I invaded her mouth. She fought back, our tongues going backwards and forwards, exploring the otherâs mouth. Weâd been holding hands, but they separated and started to stroke each otherâs tummy. She was seriously toned. Joan was strong, but tender on me. Her hands went northwards and started to stroke my breasts. By now, my nipples were very erect. You couldâve hung a wet duffel coat on them.
âSorry I donât have more for you to play with, champagne glass is the best I could think of to describe themâ I said. âFirstly, I liked what I saw in the showers, you donât think Iâd go for a shower without shower gel? Secondly, Iâve dated a woman whoâd had a boob job. I didnât think it was a nice feel, so youâre being true to who you are and thirdly, what girl doesnât like getting their hands on champagne?â Joan replied as she started to tug the bum of my dress upwards, over my head. âThatâs better, how you looked in the foyer!â She added. I saw Jayne shaking her head, I know, Iâm incorrigible.
I slipped my hand under Joanâs top and lifter it up over her head as sheâd done with my dress. I slipped my index fingers down either side of her cleavage. Her tits were like rocks. I cupped my hands over them, squeezing as Joan tweaked my nipples. Joan let go of my nipples and slipped her hands behind her back to unhook her bra. It fell at our feet, and I kicked it out the way.
Jayne was sitting on the sofa, I pulled Joan towards me as I walked backwards and sat down beside Jayne. I motioned Joan to straddle me and as we were about to resume kissing, I pulled Jayne in for a three-way kiss. âWatch out Joan, Pamela is a breast girl, youâre not going to know what hit youâ Jayne warned her. Her nipples puffed up and I went to work. I squeezed her breasts quite hard then released them as I started to chew her nipples. Sucking and nibbling alternately. Joan started to breath more heavily, Jayne reached over and started to kiss Joan as we made a full onslaught on her senses.
Jayne disentangled herself, stood up and knelt down behind Joan and nibbled her ears and neck. Jayne ran her hands down Joanâs flanks, causing her to shudder a bit. She then stroked her six pack. Joanâs breathing got heavier as we kissed. Jayne moved her hands up and cupped them under Joanâs magnificent breasts. I moved my hands up, stroking her neck and face, then through her dreadlocks.
Jayne whispered in Joanâs ear, âhave you ever had a lesbian threesome?â Joan nodded, âI was a part of a lesbian throuple for a few years, it turned nasty at the end, but great while it lastedâ. Jayne put her hands on Joanâs elbows and motioned her upwards, standing up and allowing me to get up too. Jayne and I took a hand each and led Joan to the bedroom. I hadnât expected to have guests, so I had to throw some fresh washing onto the floor.
Jayne came in with a chair and sat down to watch Joan and I. Joan and I continued our kissing. It was almost wrestling, no quarter asked nor given. I loved Joan rubbing herself against me, making both of us wringing wet. Her pert breasts rubbing against my flatter equivalents. I was loving the feeling. No wonder men love women topless!
As we ground our pussies together, I heard a phone chime for a text. Thankfully it wasnât mine and so kept our rhythm going, pussy lips on pussy lips, lips on lips, nipples on nipples. We rolled over a few times; I ended up on top of Joan. âLetâs 69â Joan whispered hoarsely. I rolled off her and changed ends. Iâm a breast woman, but Jayne and I love eating pussy, be it one on one, mutual or more than one at a time.
I straddled Joan and lent forward. I made sure my hair was out the way to let Jayne see me devouring Joanâs pussy. I hooked my hands around her legs to spread them and felt her spreading my pussy lips so we could attack each other's clits. We were licking away when at the same time we started to finger the otherâs pussy. Tongue on clit, fingers in pussy soon had our heart rates racing as we came together. Breathing heavily, we regained our composure while lying as we were.
I blew on Joanâs pussy, and she shuddered. I did it again and she let out a sigh. This time I gently kissed her pussy lips, and she had a jolt run through her body. She gave a moan of appreciation, and I did it again. I got off her and knelt down between her knees and gently started kissing and licking her again. Initially she resisted, but Joan had obviously recovered enough from her orgasm to enjoy rather than find it painful.
Again, tongues and lips worked her pussy gently. I didnât think that anything other than gentle would be right. I slowly kissed her pussy and occasionally let my tongue penetrate her, but on the whole, I just kissed her and held her hands. After a few minutes she suddenly drew her thighs together, trapping my head and twisted her fingers in mine as suddenly she came. The sheen on her six pack and torso told me she was working those toned muscles and at the height of climax, she lifted her hips clean off the bed, against my weight. Impressive.
âWow! Who taught you how to do that???â Joan asked, breathlessly. I said nothing initially. I got up, went over to the wardrobe and in a bag at the back, I pulled out my strap on. I didnât even ask her, the way her eyes lit up told me she consented. Jayne helped adjust the straps on it and I was ready to go. âYou, on the corner of the bed, on all fours! Now!â I barked. Joan knelt on the edge of the bed, and I lined the strap on up against her still moist pussy. She pushed back gently, and I penetrated her. I grabbed her wrists, so she was counterbalanced, and I started to fuck her. She was still a bit on edge after my assault on her pussy a few minutes earlier.
Her breathing got heavier along with mine as we built up a steady rhythm. Suddenly, with a scream, Joan came and just collapsed, slipping out of my grip and landing face first onto the bed. âWell, you did say you wanted some bisexual action and a bit of cock, I hope you werenât disappointedâ I said eventually. âMy turn!â Piped up Jayne. I knew she liked watching people have sex, be it me with a playmate, or just porn. Joan looked at her and replied, âafter what Pamela has just given me, I think it is time for me to give something back. Are you sure you guys are ok with this? I know youâre a couple, I donât want to cause frictionâ. âYou wonât split Pamela and I up honey, we are not looking for a Throuple, but occasional playmateâ Jayne replied. No wonder I love her, she likes watching me with other women then joins in. Guys would die for that.
Joan stood up and faced Jayne. Similar heights to each other and they started to kiss. They held hands for a spell then at the same time moved their hands on to the otherâs hips. It was a slow, deep kiss, their tongues were exploring each otherâs mouth slowly, but thoroughly. They moved on to my favourite bit, kissing and breast caressing. Joan ran her fingers down off Jayneâs breasts on to her tummy and Jayne almost melted.
I jumped on to the bed at the same time Joan pushed Jayne backwards. I wriggled into a position that allowed Jayne to lay back into my arms so I could continue giving her breasts some attention and continue the kissing. Out the corner of my eye I saw Joan unbuckling Jayneâs belt and undoing her jeans. Jayne instinctively raised her bum to allow Joan to slip them off. âTwo smooth pussies on the same night? Now Iâm spoiltâ Joan mumbled to herself. I saw Joan start to lick my fiancĂ©eâs pussy. Stroking her tummy like when they were kissing and giving Jayne head. I started to massage her nipples harder and harder, pulling on them to a point just short of pain. Iâd done that many a time, so knew Jayneâs limits. Jayne started to grab the duvet cover and scrunch it in her hands. I donât know what Joan was doing to her, but Jayne seemed to like it.
We untangled ourselves and lay down together, limbs intertwined with limbs as we lay there, spent. We stroked each otherâs hair and bodies and made small talk. Joan asked us how we got together, she seemed quite taken by the back story of Sarah taking the tuxedo photo, Erica, Sally and Bryony. She admitted she was going to wash at home but wanted to check me out in the shower. She really did have shower gel, but any excuse to make conversation.
Joan looked at her phone and swore. âI canât believe it! At the end of the summer I have a badminton tournament and my partner has done her knee ligaments! Bugger! I thought we had a chance of winning it, never mindâ. âWhat tournament? I represented the school at national level, though not played since I had the girlsâ. Jayne replied. âBelieve it or not, it is a church tournament! I just wonât tell them what I was doing this evening to keep myself fitâŠ.â Joan replied. âIâm not sure lezzing up in a threesome is what they think as normal behaviours. Letâs arrange a game and we can see if we can make it work?â Joan suggested.
âNext week Jayne and I are heading over to Germany for a week, but no other events are plannedâ I said. âJayne, fancy a game tomorrow at the gym? See where we are at?â Joan asked. âSure, pass the iPad and I will book a courtâ. Jayne replied.
Long story short, after exchanging phone numbers, Joan headed home. She had to collect some groceries for her parents. We didnât need to go far; we were stripped naked and in bed already. âIâm not sure I know what Iâve let myself in for!â Jayne said finally. âIâve ridden my horse but am out of shapeâ. âPlay Joan and see how you get on; besides, youâve got a few months and can practice with your girls too?â I suggested. We fell asleep and went to work the next day.
Jayne popped home and got her kit and went straight to the gym after work. I picked up my swimsuit and occupied myself in the pool for an hour. I left the pool, wrapped a towel around me and went to see how Jayne and Joan were getting on. Their hour was just about up as I arrived. Jayne looked shattered. From the chat, I gleaned that Jayne was very ring rusty, but as the hour went on, she got into her stride and actually started to take points off Joan. They seemed to be developing an understanding of how the other played. Jayne was more competitive than I gave her credit for.
We walked into the dressing-room, and I got out of my now drying out swimsuit. Jayne and Joan peeled their sweat drenched clothes and dumped them at their feet. No one would want to steal these! Towels were retrieved along with shower gels, and we headed to the showers. 24 hours earlier Joan and I had been surreptitiously eyeing each other up in here and now we were back in the same place. âI can see why you were entranced by Joanâ Jayne said while Joan lathered herself under the steaming jets. Joan poured some gel into her hands and started to lather Jayneâs black mane. She soaped her back, and I spotted her soaping under her breasts discreetly. Jayne was facing the wall and Joan was blocking anyone from seeing this from the other side. I stepped closer and decided to join in. I started to finger Jayne. It didnât take long for Jayne to come. The fear of getting caught versus the pleasure of NOT getting caught seemed to have an effect on Jayne. For the first time in our relationship, Jayne appeared to be blushing. âWow! I loved that but was terrified someone would catch us!â Jayne spluttered. âTurn roundâ I replied and started to soap her bum âthatâll be handy when I get you home, you, exhibitionist, youâ I added. Jayne simply smiled.
We got home and started to make plans for a training regime. Getting Jayne fit wasnât a big issue, getting her match fit would be very different. Jayne enlisted her girls, who turned out to be good players and set up a twice weekly session with Joan, her girls and even me. Iâm not bad, but not to that standard. Sadly. I loved watching Jayne and Joan dance around the court, so this wasnât going to be a hardship.
We were excited, it was time for us to pack up and go see Sally and Bryony in Cologne. Dad didnât change his mind and let me take the Jag. We took the overnight sailing from Newcastle to Amsterdam and wafted along the motorways, roof down, obviously. Weâd left Jayneâs girls with their dad and booked an Airbnb with an allocated parking space. As we were away for less than a week, we didnât need much luggage, which was just as well as the Jaguar had a small boot, even less with the roof down. It didnât matter as we could carry soft bags in the cabin.
It was strange, as it was the first time Iâd driven it since the wedding with Sarah, her returning home and her arranging a profile for me, through which I met Erica and Jayne. I enjoyed the three-hour cruise through the Netherlands and Germany. I managed not to put my foot down, just. We got to our Airbnb mid-day and went for an explore around the city centre and grabbed a bite to eat.
Bryony and Sally had settled into the city and had found a flat. They came round and we ordered pizza and Bryony had done a dog leg via Aldi and stocked up on the wine and the local beer. Ideal for pizza. We caught up and told Sally and Bryony about Joan and the pending badminton Jayne had agreed to play in. âYou guys wasted no time moving on from us, eh Sally?â Bryony piped up. âToo far for a girlsâ nightâ Jayne countered, with a grin and a wink. âTouchĂ©!â Sally replied.
âPamela, I need to show you a new toy Iâve got, youâll be jealousâ Sally said later in the evening. I was curious. âLater darlingâ she said mysteriously. The night wore on and we headed to bed. As before, it wasnât a partner swap fest, but like before, before long we were licking, kissing, sucking and fucking mainly our partners. Iâd just finished going down on Jayne, teasing her to orgasm. She had been working hard for this badminton match, her already toned legs seemed tighter around my head as I tongued her to orgasm. Sally was doing the same to Bryony, both our partners were holding hands as they came. Sally and I timed that well!
âPamela, you inspired me, that gift Sarah gave you can be beaten, Lauren had one and used it to good effect on me. Watch this!â Sally put her hand into her bag and brought out a Gal-Pal strapless dildo. âYou put it in your pussy, and it grinds your clitoris and massages your G-Spot, gives both an orgasm. Better than grinding. Watch. Bryony, on all fours!â Bryony jumped up and crouched on all fours at the corner of the bed. Sally had already put it in her pussy, and she let me have a look at how it sat. I was impressed and decided Iâd have to get one if it worked. Maybe she would let me try it on my Jayne?
Sally lined the prosthetic phallic toy up and given Bryony had just come, her pussy was moist enough still for Sally to slip straight in. This was a decent size and Bryony seemed to have no trouble taking it at all. Sally rested her hands on Bryonyâs bum, Bryony kept her arse up, but buried her face in the crook of her arms, face down into the duvet. Her tits began to jiggle in time to Sallyâs thrusts. I got up and facing Sally, watching how she did it, sat down beside the now panting and sweating Bryony. I put my arms around her and started tweaking her very erect nipples. âDonât stop, fuck's sake, donât stop!â Bryony choked. The sheen of sweat on her back matches the sweat on Sallyâs forehead.
With a scream Bryony came, moments later followed by Sally. âImpressed?â Asked Sally a few moments later. Before I could reply, Bryony lifted her head and mumbled, âVery. As always. Best thing weâve boughtâŠâ. We all burst out laughing.
We spent our time during the days doing tourist things and soaking up the local hospitality at night. We didnât seek out any other playmates. Sally and Bryony spent most nights with us. Overnight. One evening we told Sally and Bryony about the badminton match Jane and Joan had lined up along with the fitness regime Jayne had undertaken. âI thought you were looking better than usual; the workouts suit youâ Bryony said. âIâm feeling it at times. Iâm forty something, not fourteen! Iâve dropped a bra size. I hope Pamela isnât too upset, the plus size is she gets to go bra fitting and shopping with me!â Replied Jayne. Always thinking of others.
Iâd noticed her toning up, not significantly, but lots of little things. I always saw her as an older Yummy Mummy, but not a Cougar. Our week in Germany ended too soon and we headed home. The ferry was comfortable, and weâd spent a bit more to get a double cabin. Basic, but comfortable. The sound insulation left a lot to be desired, however. The young couple in the next cabin certainly had a great night, moving with the gentle pitching of the ship. The young lady in question certainly had a great pair of lungs on her. We noticed this as we got back to our cabin.
Weâd been in the bar after dinner and enjoyed a few glasses of Prosecco. Merry, but not drunk. âWe can do better Pamela!â Jayne winked at me and pulled me closer to her for a kiss. We fumbled our way into the cabin. Before I knew it, Jayne had my top off. She pushed me on to the double bed. She **** my humbler breasts the sort of attention I normally pay to her, Joan, Sally, Bryony, Erica or Sarah. She started chewing my nipples gently initially, then harder and harder. My breathing intensified under this onslaught. So much so I was unable to plead for mercyâŠâŠ
Jayne then started to use her nails across my slightly bloated tummy after the Prosecco and a fine meal. I felt Iâd burst! I was moaning louder and louder. The next thing I felt was Jayne fumbling with my belt. Pretty soon it was unbuckled, and she then went to work on my cargo pants. The button and zip were soon rent asunder and her hands under my bum. She was working fast! She gripped my knickers and belt, pulling the offending garments over my hips and down to my knees.
I was usually the more dominant partner. This was a pleasant surprise. The trousers and knickers were pulled over my knees and were round my ankles. Shoes still on. âI think it is time I gave this little, under used clitoris some me timeâ. Jayne said in a low voice. How drunk was she? I was soon about to find out. She knelt down on the cabin floor and pulled me closer to her mouth.
Weâd both been waxed before we left, so I knew the sensation I knew would be exquisite. Jayne started to kiss my inner thighs. A good start in my book. Nibbling my skin, teasing me, but not leaving a mark. Tramp Stamps were NOT our thing. She put her left hand on my pubis bone and started to make out with my outer lips. I had always liked her kissing from our first date and how she had learned how to go down on a woman. We both enjoyed that aspect of our sexual relationship in particular. We both loved the taste of each other.
She did to me what I loved doing to her, namely licking my clitoris while fingering me and gently stimulating my G-Spot. She focused below the waistline, I massaged my erect nipples. My breathing got heavier and moaning more pronounced. She kept up her attention on my soaking wet pussy.
Suddenly a jolt went through me, I do not know where it came from but suddenly, I exploded with the biggest, and quickest orgasm Iâve had for quite some time. I let out a scream of YES! Several times in fact as I bunched the bedsheets in my hands. As I came, I screamed again âIâm coming! Donât stop! Donât stop!â With my thighs wrapped around her neck, I arched my back, then collapsed in a heap on the now soaking bedclothes. She went to touch me again on my pussy, but it was too tender, I had to push her away. For the time being anyway! From next door we heard a round of applause. Cheeky bastards.
We got home safely, a great time was had, but all good things come to an end. I shared the chocolate I bought in Germany with colleagues and it never lasted long. Jayne had some need to hit the gym and pool for this match she and Joan were involved in. The beer, wine and chocolate in Germany are lethal.
While Jayne and Joan had a knock around, I hit the pool, putting in some lengths, making good my own laziness. Jayne and Joan had agreed to meet me afterwards in the pool for a chill out in the sauna and hot tub. I checked the clock and as I was getting out the pool, l heard my name being called. It was Erica and she had a ******* in her arms. Her red mane was matted to her neck and shoulders. She had got her figure back, but I dare say running around after a ******* keeps you active. She looked lovely and her wee girl had her mumâs trademark red hair too.
âThereâs a surprise!â We kept in touch loosely on social media. I did like her, but Jayne was how I chose to go. âHowâs the wee oneâ? I continued. âSophie, meet Pamela, Pamela, meet Sophieâ Erica replied. This wee face looked at me and gave me a smile that could melt a glacier. âI am about to hit the hot tub while I wait for Jayne and Joan, join me?â I asked. Erica simply nodded and we wandered over. I stepped into the tub, sat down and felt the stresses and aches leave me. âIâm waiting for Jayneâ. I told her about the badminton tournament and how we were trying to undo our self indulgence in Germany.
Just as I was doing that, I saw Jayne and Joan enter the pool. They both saw me and came over. Jayne and Erica had met once before, and they recognised each other. Given the potential difficulty of them being uncomfortable as Iâd chosen one over the other, I was wary, but they were fine. In fact, they got on fine. Jayne was looking radiant in her swimsuit, Joan was stunning. High visibility yellow, against her beautiful ebony hide had a few sets of eyes on her. Erica could hardly keep her eyes off her. Jayne was in a simple royal blue outfit, simple cut that suited her age and figure.
We chatted in the hot tub for a bit. Erica had split with Lindsey after Sophie was born. According to Jayne, new born kids are demanding and can strain relationships. So that wasnât a surprise then. I said a baby would have put a dampener on socialising, but Erica replied she hadnât been out for since Sophie was born, and she didnât miss it. Also men her age were turned off by the thought of a *****.
âI was gutted Lindsey and I never worked out longer term, as Pamela knows, I was more friends with benefits type of girl. Turned out I was dating a lesbian!â Erica added. âIâd openly date a woman now, but my first priority is wee Sophie. Obviously.â We spent the next 30 minutes chatting when I suggested we grab pizza, wine and head to my flat. Erica now had her own place, quite close to me it transpired. Erica went back to her place and got baby supplies and an hour later the doorbell rang, and Jayne let Erica and wee Sophie in.
We demolished the pizza and wine at a great rate of ****. I noticed Erica gravitating towards Joan. They seemed very comfortable together. Now Iâd set up Bryony and Sally, to great effect Iâm delighted to say, but they were closer in years and no ********. I decided to let anything that was going to pan out happen without interference or influence.
Later that evening, Erica had to get her daughter home. âI live nearby, want me to walk you home?â Joan asked Erica. Ericaâs face lit up at the idea and agreed. Ok, my girly gay-dar may be proven correctâŠ.
The next morning, I got texts from both Erica and Joan. I was so glad that they both had got laidâŠ.. Erica was asking advice about telling people she had a girlfriend and was someone 10+ years older appropriate? I pointed out my age gap with Jayne. So that was settled. The downside, if Joanâs happiness was ignored, was so we continue our playmate relationship with her. Jayne was uncomfortable with Ericaâs age, being slightly older than her daughters. We decided to keep ourselves to ourselves. I do feel a slight tinge of regret not having a last blowout, but I understood where Jayne was coming from. But I did like sleeping with, and making love with a pregnant woman. Try it, I recommend it.
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