Flirting and kissing Janice was quite a thrill for me. So far in my sexual adventure, I've mainly been the giver and not the receiver. It was a nice change to be the knowledgeable one.

I decided I would stay married to Michael and do as I pleased sexually. If he found out, so be it. Financially, I'd be alright, I had money of my own, so I wasn't worried about that.

Now my main focus was how to get Janice alone someplace so we could explore together. I didn't want to get Amalia involved with her. I knew if I had Amalia there, she would take charge, and I wanted to take my time with Janice to help her explore her feelings and thoughts.

I wanted to talk with Janice to make sure she knew her girl feelings were perfectly normal. I'm late to the ballgame, but I've discovered a new me, thanks to Cassidy. I've learned a little more about what I like and dislike through each liaison I've had. It's empowering and eye-opening for me.

After our initial liaison, Janice and I started texting. I'd meet her at the gym, where we'd get together in the sauna and talk. I wished we could meet someplace normal, but we both had our secrets to guard.

The sauna was safe and private, not that we engaged in any lewd behavior while we were in there. But, we did do some kissing and touching, but other than that, we mainly talked. There was always the possibility we'd be caught, so we kept things platonic for the most part.

Amalia was a different story. She didn't seem to care about getting caught, and she loved the thrill that some woman might walk in on us. I wasn't ready for that, and I had my secret to guard. During my workouts, I'd gotten to know some of the other ladies at the gym. Having one walk in on us doing 'things' scared the daylights out of me. Besides, I think we'd both get kicked out if we were doing something they thought disgusting.

It almost happened one time. At first, I didn't know it, but Amalia put a homemade 'out of order sign on the door. She brought in a strapless strappy to use on me. We'd been making out for a few minutes when she revealed it rolled up in her towel.

My eyes widened when I saw it, “Amalia, here? Now?”

She grinned, “Yes, baby. I want to take you, right now.”

I was excited and scared, “What if someone walks in on us?”

She cooed as she placed it inside her, "I put a sign on the door. Nobody will bother us, lover. Now get on all fours. We don't have much time."

I was hesitant, but I did as instructed. The benches were barely large enough, so I rested my head on my towel on the second level while my knees were on the first. It was slightly awkward, but Amalia had access to my pussy, which she wanted.

I recalled using it on Cas the weekend I spent with her and Jill. What I didn't remember was how aggressive it could be used. Maybe it was my first time, but I recall going slow, then building up the intensity. Amalia was like a horse leaving the starting gate. She was pounding me with all she had, and it wasn't exactly a lot of fun.

I took it like a big girl, and although I reached my orgasm, as did Amalia, it wasn't what I was expecting. Plus, we almost got caught when someone didn't believe the sign Amalia had posted on the door and opened it when we finished. We got a suspicious look from her, so I decided to try and avoid Amalia after that.

To begin with, I'm not into risky behavior. I like having my little secret and will protect this new part of my life as much as possible. I felt that the public display thing with Amalia would only increase over time. I enjoyed her company when she was sweet and loving, but I had a feeling that she wanted more control over me, and I'm not into that.

I hadn't heard from Cassidy or Jillian since they were vacationing. I enjoyed being around them even if we weren't having sex. They were so happy together and so vibrant. I texted Cas to see what they were up to, not expecting a reply immediately due to her working.

I got a call from her in the early evening. We talked for over an hour, catching up with me explaining my situation with Amalia. I didn't mention Janice, my little secret, because I didn't know Cassidy's thoughts regarding much younger girls. She suggested I come over and have dinner one night to brainstorm with Jill. Amalia and my situation with her had been constantly on my mind. I didn't want to upset Amalia and deal with a jilted lover. However, I was afraid of the path she was leading me down and didn't want to continue.

I mentioned to Michael that Jill and Cas had invited me over for dinner. He didn't have a problem with that. I was beginning to wonder if Michael had figured things out and didn't care or was clueless and didn't suspect. He's an intelligent man, so once more, my mind wandered down the path of guilty feelings. It was going to be an innocent dinner, just talking and enjoying their company.

We had set a date for a Friday evening, I asked if I could bring anything, and the answer was dessert. We both laughed when Cassidy suggested that, remembering our weekend together. I took a Chocolate Cream pie and hoped they would like it. I'm not a big dessert person, so it was a gamble on my part.

When I arrived at their house, I knocked, holding dessert in my hands, when Jillian opened the door. She ushered me in, noticing my gift. She took it from me, then hugged me with one arm. Then she looked into my eyes and kissed me full on the lips.

Smiling, she told me, “We've missed you, Kath.”

I smiled, “Thank you, Jill. I've missed you both also.”

I followed her, hearing faint voices in the kitchen, wondering who Cassidy was talking to. When I entered, Cassidy was talking to a gorgeous young Asian woman who looked somewhat familiar.

Cassidy introduced us, “Takeko, you remember Kath, don't you?”

My jaw dropped. Takeko? Butterfly? From the opera? I didn't completely recognize her without her make-up.

She smiled, “Yes, Miss Kath, how are you?”

I stammered, “Butterfly, I mean Takeko, so nice to see you again.”

She smiled, walking over to hug me, followed by Cassidy.

I was shocked as Jillian waited to hand me a glass of wine.

All I could say was, “How?”

They all laughed, then Cassidy explained, “Remember when we met Takeko, I was taking selfies, and you went to get me a glass of water? Well, I showed Takeko a picture of Jill, and, well, she sighed. So, I asked a couple of questions, and sent a picture of Takeko to Jill, and viola! Here we all are.”

I smiled, thinking how yummy it would be to be in bed with all three of these beautiful women. We adjourned to the living room to talk and sip wine while our dinner simmered on the stove. Cassidy had gone to Pike's place and purchased the ingredients for Cioppino. It smelled great as we sat getting to know Takeko. Takeko and I mainly got to know each other while Jill and Cas watched.

We'd gone through a bottle of wine when Cassidy got up to check on dinner leaving Jill and me alone with Takeko. I could see Takeko was enamored with Jillian. They were complete opposites in many ways. When Cassidy returned, she announced that all we were waiting on was the Sourdough bread.

We got up and headed to the kitchen. The aromas of the baking bread and the Cioppino were euphoric. Takeko, Jillian, and I set the table, placing silverware, bowls, a ladle, napkins, and another bottle of wine as we counted down the last few minutes waiting for the bread.

When it was ready, we gathered around the table, taking turns dishing the Cioppino into our bowls, slicing bread, and eating.

Our eating was constantly interrupted by conversation on opera, divas, Pike's Place, and Seattle. We laughed, ate, and thoroughly enjoyed each other's company. When we finished, it was a group effort to wash dishes, put things away, and clean up. I felt very comfortable with Jill and Cas. Takeko fit right in with the three of us. We were making joke comments, some a bit risque, which added to the room's ambiance.

With the dinner things out away, we relaxed for a bit until Jill asked if we were ready for dessert. Luckily, everyone liked Chocolate cream pie, so back to the kitchen, we went to have a slice.

That's when the night got a bit erotic. We'd all been eating and talking when Takeko left some chocolate on her lips, so, Jill being Jill, walked up to her and kissed it off. I swear Takeko blushed redder than I ever did with Jill and Cas. Cas and I watched as Jill set her plate down, then swept Takeko into her arms, kissing her long and deep. Cas then slipped in next to me and turned me to mimic Jill. The four of us kissed, standing in the kitchen for a very long time. Not something I had planned, but I enjoyed it regardless.

I heard Takeko moaning while Cas and I made out. Jill was almost a foot taller than the girl, and they made a very erotic pair. Contrasts can be very sexy, and they were just that. After making out and whispering for a few moments, Jill led Takeko to her bedroom. I could see that Takeko was aroused because of her flushed face and anxious smile. Cas and I nodded, smiling as she hurried by, holding Jill's hand.

Cassidy led me to the living room to sit on the sofa to make out again with them gone. We kissed and caressed each other, each whispering how much we'd missed being together. We could hear Takeko moaning as Jill did her thing with the younger woman as we played.

We could hear a 'yes, ma'am, or please' between moans coming from Takeko. Cas and I smiled, knowing Jill was enjoying her new lover. That's when Cas invited me to stay the night. She was letting Jill have Takeko to herself. Maybe like me, they would share her with her permission, of course, over the remainder of the weekend.

I declined, but in my mind, I pictured a weekend of lust and sex like the one I had with Jill and Cas.

I changed the subject to Amalia which was obviously a disappointment to Cas. She sighed because she wanted to make out more. I didn't cave, so we talked as we snuggled.

Her advice was, to be honest with the girl. It probably wasn't the first time something like that had occurred, and she'd probably been dumped before because of it. I thought about it, and I hoped she was right. Discussing it with Amalia might be difficult, but it was the best way to clear the air about how I felt.

I nodded in agreement, still hearing Takeko and Jill going at it. They were enjoying each other, which made both Cas and I get a little squirmy.

Cas noticed, slipping closer to me on the sofa. She had a familiar devious look on her face, which heightened my heart rate. When she leaned in to kiss me, her hand found my breast. Her fingers soon followed, circling my nipple. We kissed briefly, then Cas broke our kiss to focus her attention on my nipple. Her look told me I wasn't getting out of there without someone having an orgasm. I decided we both should as she pinched my aroused nipple as best she could through my top.

I sighed while Cas unbuttoned my top, knowing full well I would do as she asked. Not that I minded, it had been some time since we'd been together, and I missed her. She told me how much she missed me, how sweet I was, along with how much Jillian missed me.

I helped her as best I could, not wanting to seem as anxious as I was. My top was off, my bra lying at the end of the sofa. Cassidy leaned in to work her magic on my nipples. Kissing, licking, suckling, biting, teasing all sent tiny electric shocks to my pussy.

I moaned as much as Takeko was in the bedroom, just not as loud.

When Cassidy said, "You're such a good girl, aren't you."

All I could do was nod and moan, “Yes, I am Cassidy.”

She grinned, “and all good girls like to lick pussy, don't they, sweetness.”

Once more, I nodded, then slipped to my knees as Cassidy lifted her skirt, revealing her glistening pussy. I licked my lips, hands on her thighs, and dove in. She tasted as good as ever. I'd missed this, purring as I tongued my first female lover into her climax. It didn't take long. We were aroused from the kissing and listening to Cassidy's wife breaking in their new lover.

Cassidy leaned down to pull me up to her, and we kissed long and sensually for a very long time. Her hands, like magnets attracted to steel, found my breasts. My nipples were on fire as she once again manipulated them, making me squirm.

When she broke our kiss, her eyes lit up. She smiled; pressing a finger to my lips, she asked me to stay put. Cassidy had a surprise for me. She hurried out of the room, then down the hall to her bedroom. I heard 'hi, excuse me for a sec' then silence. When she returned, she was holding something behind her back.

I looked at her, wondering what was going on.

Cassidy smiled, "Close your eyes, babydoll."

I did as requested, closing my eyes, still mystified.

Then I felt it, my right nipple, then the left. I winced as the nipple clamps took hold, pinching me as they were designed to do.

Cassidy quickly removed them, “We need to find the right spot and make some adjustments, good girl.”

I felt a rush when she removed them, yes they were put on hastily, but I had a feeling I'd enjoy them with Cas.

We varied the pinch and the placement until they felt right. Then, Cassidy had me sit on the sofa and lift my skirt. She giggled when she saw the dark spot on my panties. Looking at me, she smiled. Without a word, I sat up, letting her slip them over my ass, down my thighs to rest on my ankles. Spreading my legs with both hands, Cas leaned in to begin devouring me. I sat back, head against the back of the sofa, while she used her tongue to arouse me further.

Her hands rested on my thighs as she drank my hunny. She used her right hand to tug the chain resting against my skin that connected the two clamps when she thought I was close. My head began spinning. Cassidy knew precisely what to do. The sensations of her tongue on my clit and the grip of the clamps sent me into oblivion.

I almost felt as if I'd lost consciousness and entered a dream world. I felt amazing. When I reached my climax and was slowly coming down, I opened my eyes to see Jill and Takeko sitting on the opposite sofa watching me. Takeko was in a sarong while Jill was nude, Takeko clinging to Jill, still having that afterglow look on her face. I blushed crimson, and I'd never been watched like that. I know Jill and Cassidy watched during our weekend, but Takeko was almost a total stranger to me. It felt different having an audience. Maybe that's what drove Amalia, something I'd have to think about before talking to her.

Cassidy smiled, sitting back on her heels, her hands massaging my thighs as I focused on the room. She sat up to remove each clamp. I felt a surge inside me as they were released. It felt good, and I liked them.

Cassidy turned to Jill and Takeko, "I think we have a new fetish on our hands, or should I say on our nipples."

We all laughed. It was too funny not to.

I shook my head, "You're so naughty, and you know I love it, Cas."

With arms outstretched, I welcomed her into them. We hugged and kissed, whispering thank yous to each other. I took a deep breath, then searched for my bra and blouse. I picked them up and started to stand. Then I remembered my panties at my ankles. Cassidy handed them to me, knowing if I came home without them, Michael might put two and two together.

I finished dressing, telling my hostesses I had a great evening and it was lovely to meet 'Butterfly'.

Takeko giggled, mentioning she plays many roles. I told her I figured she did and that she was outstanding.

I hugged Cas, Jill, and Takeko goodbye. Both Jill and Cas asked me if I was sure I wanted to leave. I told them both I had to maintain my illusion. Takeko also suggested I stay, which made me tingle more than Jill and Cassidy's offer. She reminded me of a mature Janice with who I was already captivated.

On my way home, I pictured the four of us taking turns with each other, plus multiple combinations. I almost rear-ended a car as I was dreaming of it.

When I did arrive home, Michael was already in bed. I quietly undressed then slipped in next to him.

He lay snoring away, sound asleep. I was still horny, imagining what might have happened if I'd stayed at Cassidy's house. I slid my hand down my tummy to rest between my legs. That lovely moistness enveloped my fingers as Michael continued snoring.

I started tracing his body with my fingernail as I continued playing with myself. He usually likes that and gets aroused when I do it. He stirred, so I pulled my hand back, waiting for him to say or do something. His snoring changed after he settled back down. I returned to touching him, hoping he'd wake to realize I was extremely horny.

He rolled over, his back to me, whispering, "How was dinner?"

We kept whispering our entire conversation as I told him what we ate, that the diva from 'Butterfly' was there, and that we had some great conversation. I moaned a couple of times as we talked, my fingers continuing to pleasure myself. I returned to touching Michael as we lay in the darkness.

He realized what I was doing, “Can you please stop that? I'm tired.”

I whispered as I pulled my hand away from him, “Sure.”

I stopped long enough for him to fall back asleep, my fingers still in me, longing to bring myself to another climax.

When he was snoring again, I finished myself off, then lay thinking about my life. I almost started crying, wondering how Michael and I got this way. Maybe it was meant to be, and we'd just grown older and apart like so many other couples. I rolled over and fell asleep, wondering what I could do to reignite Michael's passion.

The following day things seemed to be back to normal. Michael was quiet, and we talked about the more mundane things in our lives. I texted Janice to say hello to see how she was. She texted back a couple of hours later, letting me know she was fine and she wanted to talk when it was convenient.

I hadn't given any more thought to Amalia. Frankly, I was a little scared about how she would react. She was so sweet, but I needed to figure out how to ease her out of my life.

I spent the rest of the weekend being domestic, grocery shopping, laundry, and thinking about making a weekly menu and getting serious about being a better me.

Monday seemed to come too soon despite the routine of the weekend. I went to the gym for my usual workout. I saw Cynthia talking with her for a good half hour about meal preps and resources for that type of thing. I liked her as a mentor and a friend. She cared about my transformation in regards to being healthier and fitter. She didn't try to sell me personal trainer time or any supplements. I had thought about confiding in her but decided not to. I didn't want my secrets revealed to anyone, not now or in the future.

When I finally went out to the gym floor, Amalia was there working out. She saw me, smiled, and came over to talk. I'd rehearsed what I was going to say to her, but it all went out the window when we were face to face.

We made small talk while I started my routine. She corrected my posture a couple of times, placing her hands on me making me sigh. She noticed, whispering when we finished, we should head to the sauna. Naturally, I agreed, figuring that was the best place to talk to her about our relationship.

She left me to finish her workout while I concluded mine. We met in the locker room, undressed, grabbed towels and water bottles then entered the sauna. We set our things on the lower bench before slipping into each other's arms for a long slow, delicious kiss. My nipples tingled as she softly brushed mine during our embrace.

Despite my desire to do more, I broke our embrace, telling Amalia we needed to talk. She held my hands, looking into my eyes with a questioning look.

My hands slipped from hers as I sat down next to our things. Amalia sat next to me. Her look told me she was worried about what I was going to say.

I told her I was scared we'd get caught doing things like we had last time. I couldn't risk that, and if that's where we were going, I couldn't see her anymore.

She paused for a moment collecting her thoughts. Then she sweetly told me that was fine. We'd didn't have to do anything if I was uncomfortable. She only did that to 'expand my horizons, and if I didn't want that, she understood.

I told her it was mainly the sauna thing, out in public to a degree. I didn't want to have sex in the sauna anymore. She sighed, asking if we were breaking up because we only got together in the sauna.

I started to cry, telling her I was sorry, but yes, I think it's best for me if we quit seeing each other. I liked her and loved everything about her except having to meet as we do. I also confessed that I wanted more than just a sexual relationship. We only seemed to have that in common. I wanted a friend I could go out with and closer to my age.

She sighed, telling me that she understood. It wasn't the first time something like this had happened to her. I told Amalia I was sorry, and for me, it was one of the hardest things I'd ever done. She opened her arms to hug me. I smiled, thanking her for understanding before I hugged her back.

As we held each other, the door opened, and in walked Cynthia, my trainer. She stopped when she saw us. We broke our embrace as she coughed, a cough you knew was just to break the awkwardness.

We both looked embarrassed as I told her we hadn't seen each other in ages. She smiled, dropping her towel to sit on the bench above us. She shrugged it off, letting us know she'd reset the timer, so we only had about ten minutes left.

Amalia thanked her as she got up to leave. We were cordial in our goodbyes, but I was hurting inside.

I leaned back against the upper bench with an exasperated sigh. Cynthia caught that, asking if everything was alright. I told her yes, I was just tired. She scooted closer to me, moving to the lower bench to talk to me. I turned to look at her, noticing her six-pack abs and small breasts for the first time. She had a pierced belly button that reflected the little light in the steam-filled sauna.

I swallowed hard as I gazed at her exquisite body, yearning to lick those abs down to her tiny triangular patch of hair just above her nether region.

Cynthia mentioned she'd noticed me working out harder than usual some days, wondering if everything was alright because that wasn't in the plan we'd laid out together. I explained that I was feeling a bit stressed and that working a bit harder helped me get those things off my mind.

Cynthia nodded, placing her hand on my shoulder and looking me in the eyes. The concern on her face was honest as she told me she understood completely, but not to overdo it too much.

Her tone changed when she said someone had caught two women in the sauna with a fake closed sign on the door. They were in a somewhat awkward position and looked very guilty when someone questioned the validity of the sign and opened the door. She went on to say that the descriptions closely resembled Amalia and me. It wasn't the first time someone had described a woman similar to Amalia. But, it was the first time someone who looked like me was with her.

Cynthia hadn't talked to Amalia yet. Since we were both in here earlier hugging, she wanted to be sure that it would never happen again if it were me.

I looked at her, and I could feel the guilt written all over me. Cynthia went on to tell me that she didn't want me banned from the club, so if it was me, it had to end. I nodded with a sigh of relief. I confessed it had been me, and I would never do it again. I thanked her for looking out for me; it was part of the stress I was dealing with.

Her tone changed once more when she mentioned she understood completely. She'd gone through a similar form of stress and asked if I'd like to discuss it someplace else because she figured my time was just about up in the heat. I thanked her and said I'd like to talk with her in different surroundings. She smiled, asking me to call her later, and we'd set something up. Much to my surprise and delight, she leaned over to gently kiss my cheek.

I shivered then grabbed my things before leaving. I thanked Cynthia for the warning and called her later to talk with her. Cynthia smiled, telling me goodbye and that she was looking forward to our get-together.

I showered, dressed, then drove home. Janice had texted me while I was driving, which distracted me for a second. I wondered why because she was supposed to be in school. I read her message after putting my gym clothes in the dirty laundry. She had some time and wondered if we could get together and not at the gym. I messaged back. If she wanted, we could meet for lunch, my treat. She texted back a few happy emoji things asking where. I told her to pick the time and place, and I'd meet her: more happy emojis and the name of a food cart near her around noon.

I surprised her and myself, texting back happy emojis and kissing lips. I was in a new world with this girl, and I liked it.

Before going to lunch, I called Cynthia to set a date with her. She suggested her house to sit and talk without anyone around since her husband would be working and her kids were in school. She said she'd text me her address since she had a client coming in. We said our goodbyes, and I got her text within the hour.

I met Janice at the food truck around noon. It specialized in Japanese fusion food, which was new to me. I got the cheese ramen while Janice ordered a curry. I sampled hers since she eats there often, and it is delicious. When we finished our lunch, we went for a walk. We found a small park with an empty bench, so we sat to talk.

Janice didn't beat around the bush. She was tired of hiding her true self from her parents. She still hadn't 'gone all the way with a girl yet. However, she knew it was only a matter of time before she did. We held hands as we faced each other talking. Janice looked like she was about to cry when I suggested she give it a little more time before coming out. She'd mentioned previously that her parents were paying for college. She thought she might have a scholarship or two, but nothing had panned out yet.

She knew if she came out, going to college would be put on hold indefinitely because her parents were so conservative and would probably disown her. Janice mentioned she was torn. She wasn't sure about her feelings and didn't want to experiment with any girls she knew because it might get back to her parents. She was depressed; her grades were taking a nosedive because she couldn't concentrate. I felt sorry for her, and I didn't know what I could do until Janice asked me if I'd take her girl cherry. She didn't exactly say that, but that was what she was suggesting when she asked me to help her decide if she were gay or not.

I had to think about it. I had hoped I would be her first, and we could take our time exploring. The tingle that spread through my body felt so warm and delicious. I had to maintain some self-control since I was supposed to be the adult here. Inside I was giddy, wanting to take her home and devour her. Instead, I calmly asked her if she wanted to make love with me. Her face lit up, and her expression changed from depressed to one of embarrassed glee.

She nodded, whispering a cute 'yes', which made me tingle even more.

We were already holding hands and her fingers tightened around mine. I smiled, asking her when she was free for an entire day so we could take our time. I'd have to check to ensure Micheal would be at work with no chance of coming home early.

Janice mentioned a teacher in-service day the week after next. There was no school for the students, so she would be free to meet me wherever I wanted. I thought about getting a hotel room but wasn't sure what she thought. So, we talked about each location. She didn't want me to spend the money on a room and feel like being a prostitute or something. However, there wasn't the possibility of being interrupted by my husband. I had some misgivings about both places. Having an affair was one thing; doing it at home was another. I held out for the hotel, a nice one. There were quite a few near Seatac, the airport serving Seattle. I told her I'd look at them and let her know. Her expression and mood changed for the better, which made me smile. I felt for her; being that young and questioning her sexuality had to be problematic in itself. With closed-minded parents, it must be even worse.

We agreed to the 'date' with me texting her the details in the next couple of days. We hugged and went our separate ways, both looking forward to a day of exploration. In the back of my mind, I was wondering if she'd get cold feet. I put that thought away as I drove home to begin my research.

Looking at the various hotels around the airport, I picked and made reservations for one of the higher-end ones. They didn't have a specific check-in or check-out time due to flight arrivals, which made sense. It looked nice from the outside, and it wasn't cheap. I didn't want Janice's first experience to be in anything close to being run-of-the-mill. We could order lunch and spend the entire day lounging and doing whatever she wanted to do.

I texted Janice with the location and told her I'd check in then text her the room number so we wouldn't be seen together. She sent back a few smile emojis, so I guess we had a date.

My get-together with Cynthia was next week. She had a day off, suggesting I come over after nine and we could have coffee while we talk. I offered to bring pastries or whatever she wanted. She mentioned she didn't eat pastries and suggested I try a brownie she makes. I was a bit embarrassed since she was my trainer and I wasn't supposed to eat the sugary stuff.

The days before my talk with Cynthia went by quickly. I was busy volunteering at the shelter, attending a couple of board meetings, and working out. Janice was getting anxious, texting me daily to say hello and tell me how nice it was to meet someone understanding.

My masturbation sessions were intense and varied sometimes; it was Janice, other times, Takeko, along with various couplings with Jillian and Cassidy. My imagination was overflowing, picturing all five of us together at Jill and Cas's house spending a long weekend naked and worn out.

Finally, my morning talk with Cynthia arrived. I dressed casually in shorts, a blouse, and running shoes. It was just coffee, after all.

I found her house easily, a nice place in the suburbs near the gym. I parked along the curb, then walked up the driveway to her door.

I was about to ring the bell when the front door opened, startling me. Cynthia stood there, a huge smile on her face. She was still in her morning clothes, fuzzy slippers, and a lovely kimono.

Cynthia beamed, “Hi, I saw I had someone at the door with our monitor. I'm sorry if I startled you. Come on in.”

I giggled, my heart racing slightly from the scare, “Thanks, Cynthia. We were supposed to meet at nine, right?”

Cynthia replied, “Yes, just being a bit lazy. I hope you don't mind. I'm in my sports top and shorts. I ran a couple of miles earlier.

"I don't mind, and I'm the same way around the house."

Her home was tastefully decorated; pictures of her family were in abundance along the walls, trophies on the mantle from various sports, a cat sleeping on the sofa. It seemed like Cynthia had a perfect life. She escorted me to the kitchen, where she had coffee going and a plate of brownies in the center of the kitchen table.

Inviting me to sit, Cynthia poured two cups of coffee, asking me how I took mine. I replied just plain old black, thanking her for the invite.

She joined me at the table, sitting at the end while I sat on one side.

Cupping her mug, she looked at me before sipping, "Help yourself to a brownie, let me know what you think. Oh, Amalia is no longer a gym member. The owner caught her in the sauna with another woman. They were both banned."

I started to reach for a brownie when Cynthia spoke. My jaw dropped as I sat there, knowing it could have been me being booted from the gym. Timing is everything, I guess.

Taking a brownie, I bit into it as Cynthia watched over her coffee cup, sipping the hot brown liquid. It was good, and I chewed slowly, smiling at her, nodding my approval. When I'd swallowed, I asked if I could get the recipe. Not that I bake much, but it was delicious.

We sipped and ate brownies for a good ten minutes or so until Cynthia dropped another bomb.

Her face showed no emotion when she asked, “How long have you been into women, Kath?”

I blushed scarlet, then answered her question, “Not that long. Maybe six months, why?”

She replied, “You're married, right? Does he know?”

Her questions continued, with me answering honestly. I told her the complete story from the auction and the weekend with Jillian and Cassidy. I left out names and details. I didn't mention Janice preferring to keep her as my little secret. Cynthia confessed she'd been bisexual as far back as high school when I'd finished. Her husband knew and wasn't concerned about her running off with another woman. He sometimes shared a lover with her, but those times were few and far between and never in front of the children.

I mentioned that Michael was completely unaware or didn't care what was happening. That fact was gnawing at me constantly, and I didn't know how to start the conversation to clear the air. Cynthia didn't have an answer for my situation. The only thing she could advise me on was to try and ease it into a conversation somehow and continue talking about it.

We talked for at least two hours, learning more about each other. I liked Cynthia; she was honest, caring, and a joy to be around. Plus, she didn't try to get into my panties while talking. Oh, there was some flirting going on between us both, but that morning was not the time to jump into the sack. That would come later as we became closer friends.

I didn't stay for lunch; we hugged goodbye and planned on having another coffee date soon. We'd see each other at the gym, and we'd remain cordial there. I trusted Cynthia to keep my secret, and she was sweet and very understanding.

If I were going to tell anyone about Janice, Cynthia would undoubtedly be the one. I know Jillian and Cassidy would love her also, but I think Cynthia would be a better match for my soon-to-be young lover.