People never fail to surprise me. You can be married nearly twenty years, live with somebody, and share daily experiences, but still things will happen you didn’t expect.

My wife is in her mid-fifties and I’m ten years older. I became disabled when I was her age and had to stop working. I know, it sounds like a great deal to some guys, like an early retirement. But the physical and psychological pain my condition causes kinda takes the shine off of it. And you do get bored, eventually.

Also, there are other things you may suffer because of the condition that crossed you off the work roster. Medications to improve the physical situation also sometimes carry physical side effects. In my case, after a few years of being on blood pressure meds and a few others, I lost my erections.

By then, Carrie had gone through her own health problems, too. She had a hysterectomy, then was diagnosed with cancer. Sex, while it may have been in our thoughts, became a thing of the past.

But things can change.

Carrie had always expressed a lack of interest in anything sexual with another woman, but then recently she surprised me. She has a small shop where she does alterations and creates clothing and costumes from scratch for people.

About a month ago, she admitted something that surprised me. She had a customer who needed a pair of pants made for herself. So, Carrie duly measured her and when she did, something ‘embarrassing’ happened.

“I was measuring for the inseam of the pants, and when I did, I found her crotch was wet,” Carrie told me. “It hadn’t soaked through her slacks, but I could feel it anyway.”

Okay, I thought. It was kind of embarrassing, but then she added, “It excited me. I wanted to smell my fingers.”

The news excited me, for sure. My dick immediately got somewhat thick (but not hard, the way it once would have) and I asked her, “Well, did you ever smell them?” I asked.

“Yeah, but not until after she left.”

“What did you think?” I asked.

“It made me more excited,” she confessed. “It made me wet, too.”

Now, as I said, she had always denied any interest in women. Not only that, she was very disinterested in any kind of bisexuality. So I began to think about how I could turn this excitement of hers into something I could enjoy, too. Like most guys, I was turned on at the thought of watching two women together. If Carrie wanted to do something with another woman, I’d be in favor of it. She might even let me watch.

I’d always been a ‘home nudist’, preferring to go without clothes at home when possible – and weather permitting. Since there was no reason for us to stay where we were when I was working if I didn’t have a job, we had moved from the cold northern climate to the sunny southwestern U. S. It allowed me to go naked (still, unfortunately only at home) nearly year round. But it also left me without friends, most of whom were work friends.

Carrie had worked several different jobs since we moved before opening her shop. So she met a lot of people and some became friends to her. One woman she met was in her late thirties or so, and kind of down on her luck.

Since by the time she finished her chemotherapy, even Carrie wasn’t really capable of doing much physically. And since neither of us could do a credible job of cleaning house, Sadie – this friend of Carrie’s I mentioned -- offered to clean for us. We hired her to give things a good cleaning for $100. It seemed like a lot of money to me, but we’d been living here for several years. Occasionally, Carrie mustered the strength to mop the floors and vacuum the bedrooms (the only rooms with carpeting), and I tried to do what I could. I do all our cooking and the dishes, so there’s that.

But our house is over 1,200 square feet: three bedrooms, two bathrooms, plus the ‘common rooms’, living room, dining room, and kitchen. We hardly ever have family come visit, so two of the bedrooms are simply spare rooms most of the time. I think I’d have to be very needy to clean it all for that money, even if I was in the best of health.

So, I duly put some shorts on while she was there (Carrie was at work). She did a great job, too. After seeing the stove shining, I even kicked in an extra $50. So life went on. There had been no talk of having Sadie come in regularly.

Carrie told me that Sadie called her almost every day though, for one reason or another. Then one day I was sitting at the computer, happily naked and there was a knock on the door. I peeked out the blinds and saw Sadie there, juggling some dishes.

Opening the door a crack, I asked her, “What’s going on?”

“I need to come in before I drop something,” she said.

“Sadie, I’m naked!” I protested.

“I don’t care! I need to come in NOW!”

So I let her in. She rushed past me to set the dishes down in the kitchen. “There’s spaghetti, guacamole, and some veggies.” I was by then standing next to her.

“How come?”

“I just wanted to do this for you guys,” she said. She was blushing, but hardly looking at me. I was only a little disappointed, but not surprised. I am nearly seventy years old and I don’t get hard any more. Why should she look at me? But I was glad she at least seemed to accept my nudity.

“Are you staying to share it with us?” My nasty mind was developing a pornographic scenario.

“No. This is just for you guys. I’m fixing my dinner at home.” I let the scenario evaporate. She didn’t waste any time making her exit.

All this leads up to the day Carrie had her fingers in a woman’s crotch and got excited by it.

Since she apparently was accepting of my naked life, I’d had fantasies about hiring Sadie to clean for us again and just staying naked. I imagined telling her she could strip down too if she wanted, to save her clothes from sweat and any grime she encountered. In my imagined scenario, of course she did, but started by taking just her top off (no bra, of course), then a while later, she would strip the rest of the way.

After Carrie’s surprising admission, I added her to the equation, with her coming home from the shop to find us both nude. I hadn’t done anything with Sadie, she cleaned and I sat at the computer. We were just naked.

In the fantasy, Carrie joined us in our nudity and Sadie showered when she was finished cleaning and stayed for dinner. After Sadie left, Carrie would admit she liked having Sadie naked with us. In the fantasy, I noticed there was some not too necessary touching between them during the evening.

So (still in my fantasy, of course) I suggested she might want to explore the side of herself that got excited when she stuck her fingers in that other woman’s pussy juice.

My fantasy went on with her having sex with Sadie, but without me, then inviting me to stay and join in the next time they got together. Of course, that was just my fantasy. But Carrie surprised me again one day.

She’d had another client in to be measured. This woman wasn’t dripping the way the first one had been, but she was hot and damp, probably from sweat. “Still,” Carrie told me, “Her crotch still smelled like a woman’s crotch and I got turned on and got wet again myself.”

So I did suggest she might think about exploring that side of herself, just as I had in the fantasy. “It wouldn’t bother me. All I can do for you is lick you and use one of your toys on you. With another woman, you can do that to each other. You can even learn how good a woman tastes. You can learn why I like going down on you so much.”

“But it’s sex, and sex without you. I’d feel like I was cheating. I’m not a lesbian. I only told you because I was so surprised.” I was surprised she didn’t just disavow any interest.

“Well maybe your mind or body is trying to tell you something. Besides, how can it be cheating if I give my blessing? I can go somewhere else for a couple of hours and you can be together with her here – whoever she is. But if you’re worried about the ‘without me’ part, I wouldn’t have to leave. I could just leave you two alone.” I waited a few seconds before I added, “Or I could stay and watch. What about asking Sadie?” I asked.

“Oh, it won’t happen, so why talk about it?” She objected.

I smiled at her and reached up the leg of her shorts. As I’d suspected, he hadn’t left her panties on when she changed from work. She was also very wet, just from talking and thinking about it. I winked at her. She turned red and shoved my hand away.

“Asshole!” she scolded me.

I got up to go back to the computer, openly sniffing and then tasting my fingers. “Try it, honey. You’ll probably like it. I’ve always told you that the aroma and taste are my favorite parts of sex, even when it’s mixed with my cum.” I left her there with her thoughts.

I was as stiff as I was capable of being. Still not stiff enough to slide into a pussy unless it was really loose and well lubed. I’d found, however, that I could jerk off and climax without a complete erection. So I did.

Weeks rolled by with no more mention of Carrie’s possibly changing sexuality. Then she called me one afternoon and asked if I’d started dinner yet. I hadn’t. “Well Diane wants to buy me dinner. Is that okay?”

“Whoever Diane is, I don’t mind. It saves me some work. Just don’t drink too much to drive home.”

“I won’t. Thanks, honey, I won’t be too late,” she said and we ended the call. I didn’t think about it. I didn’t know who Diane was, but there was nothing strange about the situation. Carrie sometimes had lunch or an early dinner with clients, both male and female, if there was a large project they had for her. Carrie’s business and reputation had been getting around as one of the few clothiers in town, and probably the best, I thought, at what she did.

I made myself a sandwich for dinner and watched TV. When I glanced at the TV schedule, I saw it was 11:00. I wondered what Carrie considered ‘too late’ by then. She was usually in bed by ten any other night. That was when my nasty imagination kicked in.

Of course I replaced Sadie in my fantasy with this unknown Diane and wondered what Diane looked like. Still, I could picture Carrie’s face shoved into another woman’s crotch, licking and sucking all that delicious nectar from her pussy. I imagined her sliding her tongue back to poke into Diane’s ass hole while she thumbed her clit. I had to grin, in spite of the almost certain fact that it wouldn’t happen.

A little after midnight I heard Carrie’s car. She was pretty happy when she came in. She’d had a few drinks for sure. When she bent to kiss me, I caught the unmistakable scent of pussy. I didn’t say anything at first, but I studied Carrie’s grin as she just stood there.

I gave her a grin in return. “You did it,” I said. “What did you think?”

“Oh, god, Rick, it was great! Even better than you said!” Her face flushed as she described her evening. From some things she’d noticed about Diane, a woman she’d met in connection with a past project, she was pretty sure the woman liked women as well as men. “We had a couple of drinks before dinner and wine with the meal. Then she invited me back to her place ‘for a nightcap’. That was when I first suspected she really was seducing me, just like a guy might do.

“But I didn’t say anything, I just let her do it. It gave me chills as she touched me while we talked. She kept touching my arm, once grabbing my hand and holding it for quite a while.”

We got to her house and she told me to take off my shoes if I wanted to. She disappeared down the hall. I kicked my shoes off next to hers by the door and wandered around the living room. A few minutes later, she came back in. She’d changed clothes and wore loose shorts and a tank top. Her boobs aren’t much bigger than mine, but sometimes I could see the sides of hers inside the arm holes of her shirt. Sometimes I could see her nipple and I got more excited. I had already started to get wet when she asked me to her place. The sight of her tit made me ooze even more.”

“I know what you mean, honey. Go on.”

“Okay, so she asked if I wanted to do a shot of tequila with her. I said if I had any more to drink I wouldn’t be sober enough to drive home. She smiled and ran the backs of her fingers up and down my arm. ‘You can always stay here,’ she said.

“I told her I couldn’t; that I didn’t have any spare clothes or pajamas. ‘Pajamas!’ she laughed. ‘I stopped wearing anything at night years ago.’

“But you told me you only have one bedroom, I said. ‘You can sleep with me, the bed’s big enough,’ she said. I said, ‘Oh, like a sleepover, where we stay up late laughing about people we know?’ I asked.

‘Well, I had something else in mind,’ she said, and leaned in to kiss me! On the lips!” I had to force myself not to laugh.

“Yup! Sounds like ‘Seduction 101’ to me,” I said.

“I know! I felt a tingle in my pussy, just like the first time I used to let a guy kiss me.”

“What did you do?”

“Well, she leaned back away, but I stopped her. I pulled her to me and kissed her the way I’d kiss a guy – the way you and I kiss. When we broke apart I told her I’d never done anything with a woman. ‘Oh, you’re in for a treat, then,’ she said. Then she stood up and took my hand. She led me to the bedroom and hugged me for another hot kiss. ‘But I can’t stay all night,’ I told her. We stood there kissing next to the bed.

“I ran a hand up her arm and into her top. I felt her breast and played with her nipple! I could feel myself oozing into my panties. Honey, I have to confess that by that point, I was as eager to try this as I ever had been with a guy.

“We undressed each other and I saw that she wasn’t wearing any underwear at all. I couldn’t keep my hands off her and she was feeling me all over, too. She toppled us onto the bed and she rolled me to my back. I haven’t been that nervous since I lost my virginity.

“Starting at my feet, she worked her way up, kissing, sucking my toes, and tasting my skin, skipping my crotch. She kissed, sucked and nibbled my tits while her hand stroked between my legs. We kissed again, harder, now that she knew how wet she made me. She kissed and licked me all over before she got down between my legs. She grabbed my ankles and pushed them toward my butt and farther apart. I was completely open and she crawled closer, kissing her way up until she was breathing on my pussy. She smelled me and chuckled. ‘Somebody’s a little bit excited,’ she said, just before I felt her tongue against the side of my mound.

“Oh, hell, honey,” Carrie said to me then. “I can’t go through it step by step. I tasted her pussy and loved it! We fucked, or had oral sex, or made love. No, we made lust, I guess. I loved the part where we scissored our legs rubbed our pussies together. Our clits made contact and we kept at it until we both had climaxed.”

By then, Carrie was lying next to me and my hand was on her pussy. I was really incapable of intercourse, but we got naked and rolled around on the bed, groping and using our fingers, tongues and teeth on each other. I brought her to three orgasms with my mouth and fingers. She sucked my thickened cock until I spurted. She sucked and licked me clean.

“So, are you going to do it again?” I asked when we caught our breath.

“I hope so. I told her I wanted to. It’s like a whole world has opened up to me. But, really, you aren’t upset?”

“Did the last hour or so feel like I was upset?” I laughed. “Do you feel guilty about it, like you feared?”

“No. But it might be nice if you were there, too. I kept wishing you could have seen me,” she admitted shyly.

“If you’re serious about that, you could invite her home with you.”

“I’d be nervous. But you said Sadie didn’t care when she brought that food and you were naked. I’ve seen her tits when she was trying on clothes. She wasn’t self-conscious then. Maybe she’s a ‘closet nudist’ like we are. Maybe she likes girls too.”

“Have you talked to her since she brought that food?” I asked.

“A few times, but she didn’t say anything about you being naked, so I didn’t either. In fact her calls have dropped off a lot since then. Maybe she’s afraid I’d be mad knowing she’d seen you naked.”

“How about if you ask her to come and clean again. You could casually mention I’d told you about her seeing me. Tell her I’d probably stay naked this time since she didn’t mind it. ‘Confess’ that we’re both home nudists, and, if she wants to go naked when she cleans, she could. Also, you could mention my ED, so she didn’t feel like I was going to take advantage of her.

“Or have her come when you take a day off, so you’d be here too.”

“You’re giving me butterflies in my stomach. I wonder…we do need some cleaning done, too. I can ask her.”

So I waited. I didn’t pester Carrie about it. About a week later, Carrie came home from work and changed out of her clothes, then came to put her hands on my shoulders as I sat at the computer. I turned my chair to find that she hadn’t put anything on afterward. She was as naked as I was. Sometimes she puts on shorts and a top, usually she didn’t.

My face was at the level of her belly button, so I kissed her belly a while, my hands happily kneading her ass. She bent to kiss my ear and whispered, “Sadie’s coming to clean tomorrow.” Blood began flowing more quickly to swell my cock. Carrie noticed and kidded me about it.

She straightened up and opened the fridge to get something to drink. “When I told her we normally go naked at home, she said she did too. So she said – if I didn’t mind, she might just strip here, too. She was also sympathetic about your lack of erections and our lack of sex for a while.” She saw me stroking the thickened cock in my hand and grinned. “She knows I brag about your cooking, so I suggested she stay for dinner. She accepted, so make something good.”

I muzzled my excited anticipation and started thinking about what I was going to cook. I finally decided on a shrimp curry that Carrie said was delicious the first time I made it. I went shopping early the next morning so everything was ready. I even made the drive to the International market for Tamarind paste. It would work better than the vinegar I’d used the other time.

Shrimp were marinating and I was at my desk when I heard Sadie calling from the front door. “Come in!” I hollered. I came out to the entryway as the door closed.

“Sorry,” she said, “I rang the bell and knocked, but I guess you didn’t hear.”

“Nope. I hardly ever hear it unless somebody pounds on the door. I was expecting you though. That’s why I left the door unlocked. Come on in,” I said. That time she paused a couple of seconds to take in my naked body. She smiled. It wasn’t a seductive smile, just a friendly one.

“Uh…Carrie said…”

“Yeah, we talked. Go ahead and strip off whatever you want to. No sexual harassment permitted on this job,” I joked. Sadie laughed. She seemed to relax. And she took off her clothes right there, folding them neatly on the side table next to the door.

As she stripped, Sadie asked if I always answered the door naked. I explained that I rarely answered the door if somebody did catch my notice when they knocked. “If I want something I need, I dress and go out and buy it. I don’t want any ‘prepaid vacations’, or new cleaning products, so I just don’t answer. If I want to support some organization, I will. I don’t need melted chocolate bars for the Little League, either.

“If they’re persistent, I might do what I did when you came by the last time. Or I’ll slip into those shorts next to your clothes,” I told her. “Do your thing. I’m in the middle of something online.” I turned and went back to the desk.

The computer is in the open kitchen/living room of the house, so I saw her often as she worked. I saw her a lot as she again scrubbed the stove and kitchen sink. She mopped the floor and when she got to where I sat I scooted back away from the desk so she could mop under the desk.

Sadie’s skin shone from the sweat she was working up. I could smell her. It wasn’t her pussy I smelled, just her body aroma. I called it an ‘aroma’ because it was not unpleasant; not an ‘odor’. She found a spot under there that the mop just didn’t get.

She set the mop aside and crawled under there with a scraper to get it. That gave me a perfect view of her pussy and ass hole, sweaty there, too, like the rest of her.

I leaned toward her for a better sniff and then I caught the aroma of pussy. My mouth watered. I wished she’d just back up so I could drop down to taste her sweaty cunt. My dick had reached its maximum swollen state earlier, but I don’t know if she noticed.

Then she moved down the hall and I heard the vacuum start. I worked a little longer and then started the prep work on dinner. I thought it might have been enjoyable had I been doing that while she worked in the kitchen and cussed my lack of forethought. I’d have just been in her way though, and she in mine, so I let the thought drift away.

Carrie called about the time Sadie said she was finished. After we hung up, I handed Sadie a check and told her that Carrie was on her way home. “Did you work up an appetite?” I asked her.

“Yeah, but…” She gave her armpit a sniff. “I could stand a shower, if it’s okay.” I leaned over before she had a chance to drop her arm.

“You don’t smell bad to me. But you can shower. Use the new shower we had put in back there. There’s more room than in the guest bathroom tub. Towels are under the sink.” I thought about offering to wash her back, but that would have been awkward and counterproductive.

She disappeared. A few minutes later I heard the front door close and Carrie call out a greeting. She smiled when she came to me. We kissed and she straightened up. “I guess those are Sadie’s clothes by the door?”

“Yup. We’ve spent the last few hours being naked together. There didn’t seem to be any self-consciousness, either. She just went to shower in the back bathroom.”

“Oh! I need one too.”

“Go join her. She’s only been in there a couple of minutes.”

“Really? God, I don’t know. I can at least let her know I’m home, I guess.” So Carrie disappeared, too. I started dinner, imagining my wife showering with another woman and what they might get up to in there.

I didn’t know until later, but this is what Carrie told me happened:

“I went back and told her hello while I was undressing in the bathroom. She peeked out and grinned.

I asked her to leave the shower on when she was finished because I was going to shower too. ‘Oh, hell, just come on in. There’s room for two; even three if they’re really friendly,’ she said. So I did.”

They washed each other’s back, then she said, since Sadie was behind her, she slipped her hands under Carrie’s arms to wash her tits – very slowly, Carrie said. Then they just went for it, washing each other all over again. After playing a while, they rinsed off. Sadie wrapped Carrie in a hug and kissed her, tongue and all.

But as I said, I heard all that later. They returned to the kitchen just as I was getting plates out and fluffing the rice. They were in a VERY good mood. We ate and drank some wine I get from a Hispanic guy outside town. He makes it and bottles it in gallon jugs. He just calls it wine, but it packs more of a punch than store-bought wines. Needless to say we got pretty loose.

While Sadie and Carrie cleared the dinner mess – with a lot of laughing and bumping against each other – I loaded up my bong. These days, the Cannabis available here is much stronger than what I smoked in the ‘70’s. It isn’t as ‘happy-making’, but it’s very good. It does help with the chronic pain I have from my disability.

Drunk on over-proof wine, we got stoned on heavy duty weed, all three of us sitting together naked on the couch. When they first joined me, Carrie sat next to me, right against my hip. When Sadie sat down, she was next to Carrie, but closer to the other end of the couch. Carrie pulled her over to sit against Carrie’s other hip. “We gave each other a shower, Sadie,” she said, “We shouldn’t be embarrassed to sit close,” Carrie told her, giving Sadie’s thigh a squeeze, along with a kiss on the cheek. I lit the bong again.

We smoked and talked about a world of things, none of which I can recall now. I set the bong down and went to pee. I never close the bathroom door to pee unless we have relatives staying over, or the rare times other company was in the house. That night I didn’t feel the need, so I left it open. I was squeezing out the last of the contents of my bladder when I heard Sadie behind me.

“Sorry, Rick,” she said. “But Carrie sent me to get some aspirin. She says pot always gives her a headache.”

“Uh, yeah. It’s right here by the sink.” I wasn’t uncomfortable and apparently, Sadie wasn’t either. She spent a few seconds making sure her hair was tied back out of her face, standing right next to me in front of the big mirror. I noticed her nipples were sticking out. Her tits are only small mounds but I know big tits are only big bags of fat, so small tits are my favorite. She smiled when she saw me studying her reflection and glanced to see my cock was a little stiffer than it had been. She smiled again, took the aspirin and left. I shook off the last drops and flushed. My dick was at about quarter mast.

When I got back to the living room, they were just coming out of a kiss. There was a little bit of a sense of two teenagers being caught making out by their dad, but when I laughed and regained my seat they relaxed. Carrie set her hand on Sadie’s thigh, very high up.

“Ladies,” I said as I began to reload the bong, “don’t let me disturb you. Feel free to express your affections. I don’t mind. If you like I can leave you to it.”

Carrie glanced at Sadie. Sadie shrugged and let her arm settle around Carrie’s shoulder. Their tits were pressed against each other and Sadie kissed Carrie’s cheek. I lit the pipe. By the time it, too, was finished, I was higher than I’d been in a long time.

They had drifted into a state of stoned and didn’t mind my presence, but they also didn’t really need me. There was no feeling of exclusion, though, because they didn’t care if I was there, watching and hearing while they let their relationship deepen. They didn’t seem to notice when I stood up and went to the desk and booted up the computer.

From the desk, they were still visible, but could feel like they were alone because of the height of the monitor. They slouched and rested their feet on the coffee table. Their hands began to wander over each other. I watched them kissing and, as they shared tongues, I saw Sadie’s hand slide between Carrie’s thighs. Carrie moved her legs apart, resting one across Sadie’s nearest leg. Sadie took advantage and slipped her hand into Carrie’s crotch. The kiss went on and on, and on as Sadie fingered Carrie to a small, quiet orgasm.

They got up and Sadie went down the hall. Carrie came and kissed me. I replaced Sadie’s fingers with mine and came away with dripping fingers. I tasted them. “We’re gonna go to the bedroom, honey,” she said. “Okay?”

“Sure. Have fun.,” I replied.

“I’m sorry, but she doesn’t feel as comfortable in here with you. I’ll ask her in a while, but you may have to wait.”

“No, that’s okay…really. I don’t mind. You need this for you. We both know that.”

She kissed me hard then and whispered fiercely, “I love you so much!” Then she hurried off to her new lover.

They spent an hour or so in there while I watched some videos and read stories online, jerking off, both to what I read and the thought of them and what they were doing down the hall.

When they returned, it was to let me know Sadie was leaving. “Are you okay to drive, Sadie?” I asked.

“Yeah. The wine and high have mostly worn off.” She glanced at Carrie and giggled. “I’m kinda high, but not on weed,” she said. She went to get dressed.

Carrie came and kissed me. Her taste was fresh pussy. Her cheek was a little sticky so I licked Sadie’s juice from it.

“She tastes great, honey. I hope she feels more comfortable next time,” I said.

“Oh, good. I was hoping you really were okay with all this.”

Sadie came back to say her goodbyes. She kissed Carrie hard and deep. When she kissed me, she gave me a little tongue and hugged me, giving my ass a good squeeze when she did. I returned the affection, but her pretty ass was covered by her shorts. “Thanks, so much, you guys. Rick, the curry was delicious. Carrie says we’ll do this again. I hope so. This was what I needed. It released a ton of stress.”

“You’re welcome to come by any time, sweetie,” I told her. Carrie agreed.

“You can come by even when I’m at work, if you want. Rick won’t mind, and he gets lonesome sometimes,” she told Sadie.

After the door closed, Carrie told me about their shower. We then spent some time of our own on the messed up bed, wet spots in several places. The room was still perfumed with girl scent. I came in Carrie’s mouth with two of her fingers up my ass. Then Carrie came sitting on my face, with two of my fingers in her pussy and two more up her ass.

We finally fell into a deep, relaxed slumber. I slept in the next morning while Carrie went to work. Of course I relived everything that happened the previous night. Of course I jerked off a couple of times, trying to expand on reality by adding fantasy activities including me.

When Carrie came home, she uncharacteristically poured herself a glass of wine instead of the juice she usually had. I was making dinner and reached a stopping point so I could sit down and rest my back. As I sat, Carrie came in from the bedroom where she usually waited for dinner, unwinding from her day.

She sat and just looked at me for a long second, then she said, “I’m not a lesbian, Rick. I kept thinking when Sadie and I were together, how much I wished you were there to share the pleasure.”

“You and me both, honey,” I laughed.

I knew it would gnaw at her conscience sooner or later, though. “And of course you aren’t a lesbian, honey. I guess you’re feeling kind of guilty about last night?” She nodded. “But you had sex with Diane and didn’t feel this way.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think that will happen again – with her, I mean.”

“So what’s different about what you and Sadie did?”

“It was different this time, Rick. I mean I felt it all…deeper or something.”

“Oh, well, if it’s the same as what guys feel, it’s the difference between ‘pick-up sex’ and sex with somebody you’ve become comfortable with. You know, with somebody you know and like anyway. It’s not a one-night-stand, but it’s not necessarily love.”

“Hmm. I guess I’m kind of seeing what you mean, but I had sex with a woman. You’re talking about lesbian sex, or at least two women having sex.”

“You can call it ‘lesbian sex’ and not declare yourself a lesbian. Presuming guys still turn you on, and you want to fit yourself into some classification, call it bisexuality. But you don’t have to even do that. You don’t need a label. You had an enjoyable evening with a friend, that’s all.”

“You make it sound so simple.”

“That’s because it is simple. It’s just an expression of your “humanness”.

“Would you do it with another guy?”

“I won’t say I never would, because I’m a human like you. But I’ve never felt drawn to a guy the way you got blindsided by your reaction to that measuring incident, when you got your fingers in another pussy for the first time.” By that point in our talk, I was sitting next to her on the couch. Her hand that had been rubbing my thigh rose up and came down with a smack. I yelped.

“You’re stuck on that even after last night?”

“Hey! Last night was on purpose. That was an accident – at least on your part. I don’t know about her.” I got another slap.

I grabbed her in a hug, making sure her hands were trapped to prevent more slaps. We made out a while, then we cleaned up from dinner and went to watch TV in the bedroom. Carrie, as usual, fell asleep almost immediately. I thought about what changes all this would bring to our life.