“What do you think about this one?”

“She’s nice. I like her.”

“What do you like about her?” persisted Tom.

“I like her tits, Tom. They’re bigger than mine and I would like to suck them.” replied his wife, Penny.

Penny was sitting on her husband’s lap. They were both studying a girly magazine.

Tom turned the page.

“There, look at her cunt. Do you like her cunt, Penny?”

“I love her cunt Tom. I like the way she’s trimmed her pubes. It’s pretty.”

“Would you like to lick it, Penny?”

“Would you like to watch me? Tom,” countered his wife.

Tome started to feel his wife through her knickers. “Your getting juicy, Penny.”

The game had started a few months ago when Penny began to realise that she was bi-curious. Tom and Penny were in their early thirties and had been married for six years. Tom was an architect at a development company. Penny was an English teacher at the town’s only high school.

One evening Penny was preparing their evening meal and started to tell Tom about a new teacher that had started at her school.

“She’s really nice Tom. She wears really pretty clothes and her hair is, well, it’s just gorgeous.”

“Sounds like you fancy her,” laughed Tom.

“No Tom, don’t be silly. She’s just nice to be with. I like her. That’s all.”

A few days later Tom met Penny at the school and he saw the new teacher that Penny had told him about. As he drove home, he said “Wow Penny, I see what you mean. She is really pretty.”

“See I told you.”

That night, in bed Tom and Penny caressed each other.

“Tom you’re nice and hard tonight.” observed Penny.

“And you’re nice and juicy” responded Tom.

“Mmmmm,” gasped Penny as she felt Tom penetrate her.

“Fuck me slowly tonight, Tom. I want a nice long fuck.”

“Did you think Cindy was pretty Tom?”

“Cindy? Oh you mean that new teacher at your school?”

“Yes Tom, Cindy. Do you think she is pretty.”

“Oh, she’s OK, I suppose. Not bad at all.” Tom thought she was scrumptious, but now was not the time to say so.

“Would you like to fuck her Tom” The sudden thrust of his cock into his wife almost gave him away.

“I’d like to see you fuck her, Penny,” countered Tom.

Penny began to arch her midriff meeting Ton’s thrusts as they fucked.

“I can’t fuck her, Tom. I don’t have a cock.”

“No but you could frig her and lick her cunt.”

“Fuck me Tom. Fuck me hard.” The mental image of his wife eating out Cindy was too much for Tom. He shot his bolt is a few hard thrusts. Cindy cried out and pulled Tom close as she orgasmed.

Nothing more was said about Cindy for a few days.

Then when they were in bed enjoying their foreplay Tom asked Penny if she had ever fancied any other women or was there something special about Cindy.

“Well Cindy is lovely but, well, I have never really had a thing about women, but I must admit that it has made me think about it.”

“Well,” said Tom as he caressed his wife’s inner thighs, “Why not invite Cindy round for a meal and see what happens.”

“It is tempting, but no. First I have no reason to suppose she would be interested in having that sort of relationship with us and I think it is far too dangerous to get involved with anyone at school. Besides this is just our little fantasy. Now put that big cock of yours inside me and fuck me.”

Tom’s cock slid easily into Penny.

“How would you like to lick Cindy’s cunt while I fuck you?”

“Mmmm! Yes Tom that would be good. Then you could fuck her doggy style while she licks me.”

Tom groaned as he pictured the scene.

Tom and Penny enjoyed looking at pictures in girly magazines and videos featuring lesbian couples.

“I’d like to see you doing that,” remark Tom as they watched a video of two lesbians enjoying a sixty-nine.

As the weeks passed their interest in introducing another girl into their sex life did not diminish.

One day Tom came up with a plan. Well not so much a plan as the germ of an idea.

“What about seeing if we can pick up a lesbian at the Gay Caballero?” he suggested.

“The Gay Caballero? That’s the gay bar down Bucket Lane isn’t it? That for gay men isn’t it?”

“Yes it is mainly, but anyone can go in. It’s a public bar. That’s why they are called ‘Pubs.’ It’s short for Public. I heard that on a Thursday evening, after 8pm it is lady’s night. So it will be mainly lesbians in there. What about us going in? We could just have a drink and see what is going on. Just have a look.”

“Oh I’m not sure Tom. Do you think its safe? Suppose someone we knew saw us?”

“Don’t worry, Penny. After all it is just a pub. We are just going in for an innocent drink. Where’s the problem?”

They arrived at The Gay Caballero just after 9 o’clock. The gay men were gradually drifting away, although a few stayed as the lesbians began to arrive. The pub was quite dimly lit so it took a few moments for their eyes to take in the surroundings. A few couples were dancing slowly to recorded music in a space in front of the bar. Some of the gay men who had remained were dancing together, but mainly the dancers were women. The dance was more of a shuffle, a kind of smooch. Tom noticed that the women were holding their partners close, cupping their bottoms, pulling each other in close. Many were kissing deeply as they slowly shuffled in tiny circles. Some women were seated at tables, watching the couples on the dance floor. Others chatted, some held hands with eyes only for their partners. What struck Tom and Penny most was that the women appeared to represent all social strata. Smartly dressed professional looking women were well represented but equally there were working class girls in tee shirts and jeans. Smartly dressed older women and younger women, barely out of their teens.

Tom looked around realizing that most of the women were in pairs or small groups. He had hoped to see a nice looking woman on her own but there did not appear to be any single women. Then he spotted a young woman with a few other girls. She stood out from the others in her little group. She seemed to be leading the conversation that was taking place. The dim lighting made it hard to be certain, but he thought he recognised her. Yes, it suddenly came to him. She had a flower stall on the market. Tom had bought some flowers from her for Penny’s birthday. The more he looked the more certain he was.

“What do you think of that girl over there?” he asked Penny.

“Which one?” replied Penny peering in the direction where Tom was looking.

“The one in the check shirt and jeans. Short red hair.”

Penny looked hard. “Are you sure she’s a girl?”

“Yes she’s runs the flower stall on the market.”

Penny looked again. If Tom was right the girl was what her grandmother would have called a Tom Boy. From her cropped hair down to her Doc Marten boots she could easily pass for a boy.