For as long as I’ve known my wife, Clare, she’s had a bi-curious side. I always made it clear that I’m totally ok with anything she decides to do with another woman, on one condition: she’d need to tell me about it, in detail, afterwards.
Somehow, it never lead to anything. Sure, there were some parties where she’d kiss another woman, and we even went to a swinger’s club where some light petting occured, but never any full-on sapphic love.
Until yesterday evening that is.
For a few months now, we’ve been friends with a very sweet, innocent (or so I thought) younger woman, Kaitlyn. She’s about 12 years younger than we are, and still a student.
At the start it was completely platonic, but as time went by we started to fantasize about her. We didn’t think she’d ever be into that sort of thing, her being from a pretty strict religious background.
A while ago, she told us about some mistake she made at her internship, and I made fun of her for that. She was clearly not amused, but seemed to brush it off at the time.
So, fast forward to last night: