I had a decision to make.

Did I want this to develop so quickly? I asked myself as I sat there, watching.

But there were still questions to ask; we needed to talk further, and there was something else… We hadn’t yet eaten!

Suddenly, with a touch of rationality, I dropped my girlfriend’s dress, and then I asked her to sit down… at least for now!

With her face flushed, Sarah returned to her seat, holding the envelope containing the photographs. Though my girlfriend had not said anything, I realised that she would have let us continue exploring her body until she came.

With our food’s arrival imminent, Sarah showed Liz each photo that I had taken of her. My girlfriend had carefully selected each of these images. Many were full-frontal and showed her face, which slightly surprised me. Though I knew we would soon be receiving similar ones taken of Liz, and that was a thought that did nothing to ease the throbbing in my cock.

However, it was the last picture that caused a knot in my stomach. It showed Sarah’s open, shaven pussy and her stocking-clad leg, with the new gold anklet resting around her right ankle. The photo left nothing to the imagination.

Liz’s eyes opened wide in surprise when she saw the explicit picture.

Sarah remarked, “Show Derek this photo, and I want to know if he understands the meaning behind it, or maybe you do, Liz.”

I wasn’t yet comfortable with the idea of sharing Sarah with other men, let alone letting a man fuck her without a condom. This wasn’t Crete; this was real life!

Liz looked up from the photo, slightly flustered, and then stated, “Maybe Derek knows, but we are not really swingers. I sleep with women on my travels, and Derek gets off watching me and hearing all about it.”

Sarah looked at me and grinned, and I knew exactly what she was thinking. However, I still thought that was only partially true, my cock once again reminding me how much I liked to join in.

“It’s only if we invite you to our home that Derek gets directly involved. If that happens, he may want to have sex with Sarah. However, that is only if I let him!”

“Please ask him the question, as I wonder if anyone knows the hidden meaning.”

It was at that moment that Greta appeared, pushing a dinner trolley, our plates of food on it.

Our conversation returned to more mundane matters as we ate, and the girls finished the bottle of wine. With our empty plates back on the trolley, it was time for dessert and to decide what we were doing tonight.

I glanced at Sarah. It was a look that asked that very question.

However, it was Liz who intervened and decided it for us. She leaned across and once again started kissing my girlfriend. In doing so, she made it quite obvious that she didn’t want the evening to end right now.

With Sarah actively returning the kiss, it was clear where they both wanted this evening to go.

I just sat there watching, my cock hardening with every second. Then almost weirdly, I thought of Clare, this being Friday, Brenda’s night. She would be at Rainbows, a lesbian bar, and maybe even doing the same thing as Sarah and Liz.

On the other side of the table, the two women were now openly kissing as my mind calculated. I was wondering if there was anything else that we needed to say to Liz—or to Sarah!

However, with every passing second, my cock increasingly blocked any rational thought.

Sarah wanted this. We both wanted this; my girlfriend needed to explore her sexuality further.

Liz's hands were once again exploring my girlfriend's body; Sarah seemed happy to let them wander and not replicate the action using her own.

As they continued to kiss, it wasn’t long before Liz had her hand once again under the hem of Sarah’s white dress, this time not stopping at the stocking tops. Though I couldn’t see, I just knew the older woman was expertly sliding her fingers under my girlfriend’s G-string and fingering her sex.

Sarah broke the kiss and then, with slightly glazed eyes, looked at me. She had her cum face on, but she was also thinking of me. Sarah wanted me to see, and she swung her legs up, her left one on the table and the right across Liz’s lap. She eased her legs apart; illuminating the older lady's fingers as Liz slid Sarah’s G-string to one side and pushed two digits into her willing cunt.

It was an action that made Sarah groan, and Liz once again applied her mouth to my girlfriend’s as they started to kiss and then snog. Another soft groan, muffled by the older lady's lips, her two longest fingers almost rhythmically continued to fuck Sarah. They were expertly working her pussy and yet not quite edging my girlfriend. Sarah's legs almost desperately spread wider, encouraging Liz to finger fuck her harder.

Then, after a little whisper from Liz, Sarah climbed onto Liz’s lap and faced her as they continued to kiss. It was my chance to get involved as I once again lifted the hem of Sarah’s white woollen dress, this time tucking it into her black belt and, in doing so, bringing the globes on her bottom once again onto display.

I watched Liz’s fingers as they came out of Sarah’s pussy and caressed the bare skin above my girlfriend's stocking tops. It was an action that made me appreciate that while lingerie was very much Liz’s thing, it was rapidly becoming mine too.

My cock was erect, and I wanted to make its presence known. However, this was Sarah's night, and Liz only entertained other men when she was at home with her husband. The agreement for tonight meant that for me, there would be no sex, and I could observe until I was told to leave.

With that thought in mind, I watched as Liz's fingers slithered once again under the gusset of Sarah's black G-string, her breaths now more whispered moans, Sarah’s legs almost automatically opening as my girlfriend attempted to impale herself onto Liz’s probing fingers.

This was my cue to join in. I stood and once again slid my fingers into Sarah’s G-string waistband.

Pausing for a second, I whispered to Liz, “Are we on our own?”

“Only Greta will come in here,” she confirmed. “She knows what I am like, and as I mentioned earlier, she is likely to want to watch or join in!”

I wanted Sarah to enjoy her date tonight and the touch of another woman.

With the decision made and with Sarah and Liz helping, the rather soggy black G-string fell to the guest dining room floor. But I hadn’t finished; I undid Sarah’s black patent belt and lifted the white woollen dress right off her in one smooth move.

Sarah almost purred as she revealed more of her body to Liz, undoing her bra herself.

Greta seemed forgotten as Sarah stood there naked in front of Liz, apart from her stockings, high heels, and the now ever-present gold anklet.

Liz gushed, “David, you really do like sharing her?”

“I guess I do,” I replied, though still a little unsure.

I briefly remembered the moment when I revealed that very fact to Sarah, shortly before she posed nude for Stanley.

On that day, my girlfriend spread her legs wide and showed Stanley her bare, open pussy. It was an action—a rush—that had gone deep into my very core. It left me with a lasting impression.

However, since that day, even though I knew it was a dangerous combination, we still had not talked about Sarah’s ‘need’ to exhibit her naked body and my desire to expose her to the watching crowd.

However, this felt different… It was the first time that this fact had been openly revealed to anyone outside of Sarah and Clare.

Sarah stepped away from Liz and slowly rotated her naked body; as she did so, she asked the older lady, “Do you like what you see?”

As she turned, my girlfriend’s body seemed alive, her skin carrying a reddish sheen, her breasts firm, their nipples erect, and telling the world that she was highly aroused.

Liz didn’t answer my girlfriend’s question. She seemed to be happy, drooling over Sarah’s exposed body, and even though I had seen it all before, I was salivating too.

My cock ached, and my heart was pumping like never before. I took Sarah’s hand, and as I did, she warmly glanced at me. Her deep blue eyes sent me a silent message that she wanted this. We were riding our sexual wave together, safe, yet again pushing our boundaries. Our mutual arousal was evident, and our audience of one was still mute as she looked on.

I lay my coat on the very table we had just eaten on. With the support of my hand, Sarah lay on it, her feet pointing out towards the rest of the empty room—our audience.

“Yes, I do like showing my girlfriend off, sharing her beauty,” I whispered, breaking the silence that had enveloped the room. I then disclosed, “Sarah’s an exhibitionist; she likes to expose herself—don’t you, Sarah?”

It was out there for Liz, our audience, the world, but, most importantly, for us.

"Yes," my girlfriend murmured, and immediately she spread her legs, revealing her wet, needy cunt to Liz, to me, and to our imaginary audience.

In my highly aroused state, it was the cue for my ‘humour’ to kick in… “Dessert is served.”

Sarah giggled and then moaned in anticipation as Liz, still fully dressed in her business suit, moved between my girlfriend's open legs, Sarah’s pussy now awash in expectation. 

While kneeling, Liz meticulously separated my girlfriend's labia with her fingers and gazed into Sarah's pink wanton hole, its wetness there for all to see. Almost snake-like, Liz’s long tongue dipped into my girlfriend’s sweetness, bringing a louder, silence-breaking moan from her.

It was only muffled as my mouth came down on Sarah’s in a reassuring kiss matched by my words, “I love you.”

Sarah kissed me back. Our tongues danced, just like Sarah’s had earlier done with Liz’s. My hands wandered to my girlfriend’s breasts as they homed in on her sensitive nipples. While down between Sarah’s legs, Liz’s unusually long tongue explored her cunt, lapping away, and then fucking her with it.

Liz was controlling my girlfriend’s pleasure, expertly edging her, letting her surf that wave of bliss but not stopping her from crashing into a desirable orgasm.

It was only as I looked up that I noticed Greta standing there. She had been watching the whole event.

“I see you have started dessert without me,” she chuckled.

Greta had obviously observed my earlier comment, but it seemed the events that unfolded before her did not deter her in the slightest.

Liz looked and smiled as soon as she saw her friend, while Sarah simply didn’t move. She seemed to be in a daze, enjoying being the centre of sexual attention. Her legs still splayed obscenely wide, her arousal there for all of us to see. 

“Why don’t you let Greta have a little taste?” Liz enquired before once again licking the oozing slit. It was an action that brought another groan from Sarah—and my mouth once again locked with hers as she moaned.

Then, with renewed sexual tension filling the room, Liz and Greta swapped positions. As the pub owner looked up from between Sarah’s open legs and asked, “May I?”

Sarah nodded, and I couldn’t help saying, “Be my guest.”

I had found myself caught up in the sexual ride, the signals from my cock blocking coherent thought. I desired this too; any sense of rationality had just vanished.

With that newly gained approval, the pub owner took her first lick of Sarah’s pussy and then buried her face into it as she feasted on my girlfriend’s now not-so-private place. While Liz sucked and played with her tits, it was not long before Sarah was bucking as she started to cum.

I tried to kiss her to keep the noise down, knowing that there were pub customers on the other side of the thick, locked pub door. 

Then, as Liz and I watched on, Sarah's body cavorted, and her legs clamped around Greta’s head as she came in a huge orgasm, her girly cum flooding the pub owner’s mouth. It was one of the largest I'd seen Sarah have, as she squirted and then went limp.

As Sarah recovered, Greta stood up, grinning. She wiped herself down with the tea towel from the trolley, her face and blouse soaked. Then she said to me, “Your girlfriend is welcome to stay here anytime.”

Greta then pushed the trolley back through the door to the pub’s kitchen, and we heard the key turning the lock as she locked it.

I stood there, wondering what had just happened. Then, inwardly, I chuckled to myself as I realised that Sarah had just had sex with a stranger. That knowledge brought a second rush of endorphins through my brain.

I looked at Sarah; she was flushed, panting, and smiling at me, having just cum. I helped her get up onto her somewhat wobbly feet, and I realised we had just had a defining moment in our lives. It was clear to me that Sarah would now accept that she was indeed bisexual.

As I wrapped her coat around Sarah, then quickly kissed her before asking, "Are you okay?"

“Fabulous,” was her one-word answer as she glanced towards Liz and smiled at her. It was an action that told me all I needed to know… Sarah was still horny.

Liz took my girlfriend’s hand and unlocked the door to the guest accommodation. I followed them carrying Sarah’s clothes and put them on the double bed as soon as we entered Liz’s rented room.

Peering around, I noticed the substantial amount of expensive photographic equipment, including two different types of cameras that were mounted on tripods.

The photography had been in Liz’s advert and agreed upon between the four of us with the strict proviso that it went no further. Liz, Derek, and Sarah were very keen on this gentleman's agreement, and I agreed to it, knowing that there was a risk, but also knowing that I would likely enjoy the results as much as the others.

My attention returned to the two ladies.

“David, this is where you leave us,” Sarah stated.

“Can’t I watch?” I asked, hoping yet knowing.

“Maybe next time, mister; tonight, I need this to be just between Liz and me.”

Liz came up behind Sarah and removed her coat, leaving my girlfriend once again naked, apart from her black stockings, her stilettos, and her anklet. The older woman started to kiss Sarah’s neck as her hands played with my girlfriend’s D-cup breasts.

“Like my husband, you will get plenty of photos, David,” Liz stated, her chestnut eyes briefly looking at me before glancing at a camera by the bed. It was one that I hadn’t seen until then.

“Park your car around the back, in the accommodation car park. I will send Sarah out at nine,” Liz then added, her fingers already moving down to Sarah’s bald pussy. "But before you leave us; please take a few photos of Sarah and me together."

I picked up the camera by the bed. It was very familiar, as it was the same model as mine, and I snapped a few photos of Liz in her olive green business suit with my nude girlfriend. They were embracing and then kissing, making it look like they were a real couple.

As I walked to my car a few minutes later, my mind churned as I thought that I was now carrying more questions than when I entered the Grapevine pub earlier that evening.

*****

I sat in my car, which was now parked at the rear of the pub, outside the accommodation. For the last hour, I had listened to the latest football match with my mind wondering about Sarah and Liz. As the background sounds filled the car, my eyes remained trained on the door leading to its accommodation, waiting for her to emerge through it.

We had agreed that she would come out at nine pm. That gave her an hour of private time in bed with Liz. It was a time when she could explore her sexuality, enjoy the moment with another woman, and maybe come to terms with the fact that she was bisexual.

It was a fact that I already knew.

Sitting there, I hoped that Sarah was having a good time with Liz. I wanted her to experience what she desired, and I wondered if Sarah had talked to Liz about strap-on cocks, whether the older woman was currently fucking my girlfriend with one.

Sarah had told me that this was the main sexual experience that she wanted that evening.

I glanced up to see the pub door opening, and there was my girlfriend. Her coat was once again wrapped tightly around her as she looked my way and warmly smiled. It was a smile that already told me that the evening had gone well, that she was indeed bisexual.

With me now grinning, I watched Sarah as she walked towards me, my eyes noticing the bounce of her long blonde hair, the fact she was still wearing her stockings, and the glint of the new gold anklet that still hung there—her beacon.

It was only as she got to the car that I grasped something was wrong, as Sarah didn’t go around to the passenger’s seat. Instead, she came to the driver’s door and opened it, causing the courtesy light to come on.

“What’s wrong?” I immediately enquired, anticipating the worst.

“Nothing, David, it couldn’t be better. I am having a wonderful time.”

“Having,” I replied as Sarah let her coat fall away. She was now completely naked, apart from the stockings, shoes, and anklet.

My eyes darted to her red, swollen pussy, now well-lit by the car’s courtesy light.

“David, I have decided to stay the night with Liz… She will run me to your flat first thing in the morning, long before Clare arrives."

I was flabbergasted. I hadn’t seen this coming, as I was expecting to sleep with Sarah tonight. Hear her story about how it went with Liz.

“I'll see you tomorrow,” Sarah said when I failed to say anything, and then she handed me an envelope that had been in her coat pocket. “We thought you might like these. They are newly taken, but don’t look at them until after I have gone.”

I looked at the envelope; it was the same one Sarah had earlier given to Liz. I knew inside I would find explicit photos of my girlfriend; they would be some of the ones they were taken to share with Derek and me.

This was a watershed moment for our relationship; Sarah had never slept the whole night with anyone but me or occasionally with Clare and me. With Jerry, they just had sex. Then, in Crete, with Don, she had moved to a separate bed, and then, at the first glimpse of light, we had found each other as we had difficulties being apart.

I asked myself, was this all part of growing up, the acceptance that when we were together, there would be times when we couldn’t share a bed?

“David, it's only for one night,” Sarah whispered as she moved closer for a kiss, her hand dropping to my lap and finding my cock.

I knew she was checking and expecting to find it hard, but it wasn’t. My mind was too confused as to what was happening. Our kiss had only confirmed what I was missing as Sarah’s lips tasted of Liz’s pussy.

“You knew that with our game, it was only a matter of time before I spent the whole night with someone,” she then added knowingly.

Her words made me think of Clare, and I knew Sarah was right, and if I said something, it would appear that it would look like I was sulking.

“Can I do anything for you?” my girlfriend whispered, her hand trying to bring life to my cock. “I can give you a blow job,” Sarah muttered, her hand now pulling down my trousers zip.

I stopped her as I had an important question. “Can I now mention that you are bisexual?”

“David, I already knew that! Tonight was just to confirm it. Clare, Brenda, Karen, Lisa, and now Liz already know. I will just quietly let it come out but definitely not to my parents or anyone else in my village.”

“Do you still love me?” Sarah questioned, suddenly seeming unsure.

“More than ever,” I smiled, trying to look happy. I wanted Sarah to be her true self. However, inside, my stomach had tightened. I knew that tonight I was losing something, as Sarah had never slept the whole night with anyone but me and Clare.

I took in Sarah’s naked body once again, which spurred Sarah to drop her coat to the floor; the cool chill of the night, or the fact that she was naked, did not seem to bother her.

“I'll see you tomorrow, then,” I mustered. Then, with a smile, I said, “Give Liz one for me.”

Sarah grinned. We had come to a mutual understanding without really discussing how we felt.

With another kiss, I watched Sarah walk back towards the light of the pub. Her coat was hung over her shoulder, and her perfectly formed, naked backside was smiling back at me. It was so different from how Sarah had entered The Grapevine, and it made me realise what a beautiful, confident woman she had become.

I could only hope that I would hang onto her.

*****

That night, I drove home thinking of what had just happened, and my instinct told me that I had just lost something.

However, what it was, I still wasn’t sure of. Sarah still loved me, and I still loved her.

The knowledge that she was having sex with another woman and that Derek would see the photos didn't weigh that much on me. This was especially true, as I knew I would be receiving similar photographs.

What was troubling me was that she was spending the entire night in someone else's bed. Maybe it was an irrational thought, as Clare had spent many nights in other women's beds.

I then thought of Clare and how, in the morning, she would be driving over in her newly acquired light blue Mini. It was a reflection that helped relax me, as I knew the three of us would be together once again.

Later, as I updated my orange journal, I opened the envelope that Sarah had given me. It contained six Polaroid photos, all showing a naked Sarah and Liz in various sexual positions. However, two pictures really caught my interest.

The first showed Sarah's face in a mass of dark pubic hair as she licked Liz’s pussy, and the last was the most erotic of them all. That showed my girlfriend's face writhing in ecstasy as Liz fucked her with a black strap-on cock.

I smiled as I took in that photo and thought… at least I had an answer to one of my many questions!

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