I made pancakes for breakfast. Anne, my wife, had spent the night sleeping in her new girlfriend’s bed. Maxine had been insecure in her sexuality. Anne had helped her decide, Maxine was definitely gay. After one night with Maxine Anne had spent a few hours with me, then spent the next night fucking Maxine.
Maxine was radiant when she got out of bed. Her experience with Anne had been a revelation to her. She was almost giddy with joy. Anne was a bit slower out of bed, she was never a morning person.
Pancakes and orange juice later we went into the city. We were staying at Maxine’s family’s apartment in Rome. Yesterday we’d explored the city but today we were little slower. We found a Cafe and sipped coffee for a long time. Then we moved on and found another Cafe to sit at.
“I’m gay.” Maxine said. She said it few times in the last couple of days. I looked at her quizzically. She smiled at me. “I’m gay and I’d love to spend more time with Anne. But I’m starting to feel a little guilty about taking up all her time. Can I have one more night?” I smiled.