Just Dirty Stories

Freddie slipped in the door, trying not to let her keys jangle too loudly in the darkness of the early morning. Slipping off her high heels, she darted into the lower bathroom, intent on cleaning off any marks that had been left from her evening out with “the ladies.” One lady, actually. She’d been seeing Linda on the sly for the past three months, and had been increasingly desperate to keep this part of herself and her life from her husband.

He’d been casual about her bisexuality when they met, but hadn’t ever seemed to really understand what it meant to want the lush curves and emotional complexity in turns with the socially acceptable simplicity of hard planes and coddling. She’d slowly stopped dating other people as they got more serious about each other, but since their marriage her longing for the touch of a woman had been steadily increasing until she’d broken down one night and gone out on the prowl.

Telling her husband that she was having girl’s night out wasn’t too far from the truth, and it kept him amused and meant she didn’t have to invent too many details, just be vague and come home drunk and horny. He seemed to get off on the thought of her being part of a pack of women, showing off and flirting with a bunch of young studs, only to come home worked up and ready for his touch. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to tell him the truth, more that she didn’t think he would respond well, and she liked having something that was just hers and not “theirs” for the moment.
She’d had to try to find new hunting grounds, because all her old friends would have been there and gone straight to her husband with tales of whatever shenanigans she got into, so she started by driving two towns over and lurking in the back of the only gay bar, just getting a feel for the place. She was back the next week, and the next, until one day she’d walked in and seen Catherine standing at the bar with a group of friends, and it had been lust at first sight.

While Freddie was lean and a bit lanky, with medium-length brown hair to go with her active lifestyle, Catherine was curvy and lush and had the kindest green eyes she’d ever seen, especially in a bar at 1am on a Saturday morning. Freddie had come out of her corner to chat, and the two had hit it off remarkably well. They met up again the next week, and ended up making out in Freddie’s car after nearly getting down to business in the alley behind the smoking section. Nearly three months later they were seeing each other for a quickie at lunch at least twice a week, in addition to their one evening out a week.

Freddie’s husband had been getting a bit quiet lately, and it was possible that she’d been a bit more careless than she should have been, but she’d been getting away with it for three months and had probably started getting a bit complacent.

Dropping her high heels at the bottom of the stairs, Freddie made her way up to the bedroom, where she quickly undressed before sliding the door open and tiptoeing across the carpet to her side of the bed. Just as she pulled back the duvet to catch a few hours of sleep, the light on her husband’s side of the bed clicked on. Freddie froze, then stood up again and let the covers drop limply back onto the bed.
“What’s his name?” asked her husband.
“Huh?” stammered Freddie. “Whose name? What are you talking about?”
Her husband sighed tiredly. “I’m talking about the guy you’ve been seeing behind my back for the last month. You started taking a lot of showers, and your friends called to ask if you wanted to come out for drinks because they hadn’t seen you in ages, so I put two and two together. I’m not angry, just disappointed that you kept it from me.”
“Oh!” exclaimed Freddie in surprise. “Um…what if I told you it wasn’t a guy and that she means nothing to me?”
He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Really? Alright, then what’s HER name?”
“Her name is Catherine, and she’s the sweetest person I’ve ever met, but I wanted to keep her to myself for just a bit more time.”
“Promise that you’ll be honest about it in the future? No more sneaking around?” implored her husband.
“Alright. I’ll bring her to meet you by the end of the month,” Freddie promised.
“Then come here so I can fuck her out of your system for the night,” teased her husband. Freddie chuckled and jumped him, having another good romp before falling asleep wrapped in his arms.

True to her words, Freddie brought Catherine to meet her husband, and all three of them hit it off quite well. Getting drunk on red wine after dinner one night, her husband softly caressed Freddie’s breasts while Catherine watched, then quirked an eyebrow at her, inviting her over to take part. Needing no second invitation, Catherine leapt at the chance, and joined him in worshipping Freddie’s body. Reeling with pleasure, Freddie couldn’t help but ask for it to happen a second time, and a third, until finally it was just easier for Catherine to officially move into the bedroom next to theirs, and sleep every night in their bed.

It was a bit wrenching the first time Catherine and her husband fooled around without her there, but after talking it all through, they decided that their triad was stable enough and important enough that each of them could have individual relationships with the others as well as continuing their group efforts.