Chapter 10

The next few days we’re tortuous for Gwen. Torn between the doubt she felt for such an unusual arrangement (how could it ever work?) and the sensual excitement Jessica generated in the petite housewife. Gwen was aware that her feelings for Jessica went far beyond sex. Jessica was beautiful, intelligent, witty and charming and— yes, oh so desirable. What a catch she would make for both David and herself. Yet she wondered if she could provide everything Jessica needed and wanted. The last thing she wanted was to disappoint either her son or his wife. Could she be enough for the two of them?

She would not be seeing David until next week and tomorrow was Saturday, her day of reckoning. What should she do? If she said no would that create even more complications between her and Jessica despite what Jessica had said before leaving? Would that in turn affect her relationship with David? She seemed no closer to a decision than the moment Jessica had left a few days ago.

She busied herself with work, cleaning the house and with thoughts of David, who despite now being engaged to and living with Jessica showed no less affection and carnal attention than before on their night together. She knew the arrangement was more than fair and loved them both for including her in their lives, yet she also savored having David with her each night to talk with, laugh with and to make love with. Yes, she was lonely on those nights which were not hers, another reason why Jessica’s offer seemed so attractive; another night of the week to spend with someone she could love and be loved by.

What should she do, she wondered, what should she do?

She called David who indicated he and Jessica had talked over the proposal. They were in agreement that Gwen would be the perfect partner for both of them, but that it must be Gwen’s choice.

She felt better knowing that David was not only informed but in agreement, yet doubts lingered.

Saturday dawned and Gwen was still undecided. The morning flew by and before she knew it the afternoon was gone as well. As the sun set Gwen knew she must make her decision. Either ignore the call, go out, distract herself and let the evening pass as well, go to bed and let things continue as before — or call, surrender to Jessica and become her lover as well as David’s. Images and feelings of the encounter with Jessica flashed through her mind. She could almost taste those delicious lips, feel those luscious breasts pressed against her, those strong arms pulling her to the mysterious woman who held her in sway. One hand began sought and began caressing her breast while the other began a descent downward.

Jessica, sure she knew what Gwen would do, sat by the phone that evening reading a novel. She was mildly surprised the mother of her fiancé had taken this long, but she smiled when the phone chirped. Gwen had already fallen under her spell and the truth be known her own feelings were growing stronger for Gwen as well. Given time the two would be just as much in love as she and Gwen were in love with David now. Jessica relished the life which lay ahead for the three of them as she picked up the phone, noting the caller ID.

“Yes, Gwen?

The voice was weak, subservient. “I ... I ... my answer is ... yes.”

“I’m very glad to hear that Gwen. Now I want you to show me you are committed to your answer.”

“How?” asked Gwen.

“I’ll be there in an hour. When I arrive I want you to entice me, Gwen. I want you to meet me at the door in the most revealing outfit you have. I intend to take you Gwen. I intend to initiate you in the joys of feminine love. As such I expect you to show me what you have to offer. Do you understand?”

“Uh ... yes, I ... understand.”

“Good. Then I will see you in an hour.”

The line went dead.

“Gwen was filled with both eager anticipation and trepidation; eagerness to surrender herself to Jessica and experience what she had never even dreamed was possible and trepidation in that she knew of her own naivety regarding sex with a woman. She wondered if she could truly be enough for Jessica who obviously was very experienced in such matters.

Nevertheless, she quickly bathed, dried her hair and dressed. Choosing the outfit to wear was hardly a problem. She had only one scanty teddy, a door prize at an engagement party for a friend three years ago. The top was extremely sheer, virtually transparent, and the matching thong was also just barely there. She daubed on a bit of cologne and nervously waited.