The Second Domino Pt. 03

"Nice outfit," I ran my eyes over her.

"Thanks," she grinned, "I haven't worn this getup for years, I'm amazed I can still fit into these babies," she slapped her buttocks, "you're looking relaxed too," she closed the distance between us and plucked at the collar of my blouse.

"Nice shirt."

"Yours is better."

"Oh this old thing," she slipped a hand beneath the collar, "my mum gave it to me for Christmas two years ago to remind me of home," she rolled her eyes.

"As if I need reminders of that shithole," she set the wineglass down on a nearby table.

"Here, let me take these off you. Keep an eye on the snags while I'm gone."

Snags are an Australian word for sausages by the way and the barbecue might not be our invention but we have certainly turned it into an art form but we never put prawns on a barbecue. Paul Hogan did it for a joke but I think a lot of people didn't realise he was a comedian and to this day they still think we throw prawns on the barbie! Anything else goes though, within reason.

It was a party atmosphere that evening, a lot of laughs, a few drinks and then the mosquitoes drove us inside behind the flywire screens for our porn night.

I'd commented earlier in the day that some of them looked too cliché and I wasn't wrong. I have no idea why directors of porn movies make women take off every strip of clothing except for their five inch heels. As any woman will testify they're the first things you take off when you get home and you never have sex in them unless your partner is kinky. Likewise, plumbers don't all have six packs and when they step into your kitchen they actually do fix the pipes. As to where they get the idea that a guy stumbling across two women having sex is automatically invited to join in the fun is beyond ridiculous, unless you're planning on being Bobbittized!

We worked our way through six movies although I use that term loosely because the clichéd lines and bad stereotypes meant we only watched between a quarter and a half of each movie but finally she picked up one of the lesbian ones and eyed me slyly.

"So, let's spice things up."

Now I'm no fan of porn for the reasons I've just mentioned but perhaps she'd just picked the only good lesbian one in the box. It wasn't actually a full movie, more a series of short films featuring classy looking woman taking each other's clothes off and then going down on each other or fucking each other with dildos. It brought back some memories for me but Ruth was enthralled, she actually rewound one scene to watch one woman pinning her lover to the wall with a strap on dildo.

"Have you ever done that?"

"Kristina had a strap on," I admitted, "we used it a couple of times because it left her hands free to do other things to me."

"Jesus," she pushed herself into the corner of the L-shaped couch, "I must get myself one of those babies."

"There's even vibrating ones," I grabbed her foot playfully.

"Stop it," she giggled.

"What the dirty suggestions or the foot massage?"

She didn't reply for a few seconds, she had one eye on the telly and the other on me and then she suddenly moved her foot so that it was sitting against my pussy. I could feel the heel resting against it and she shifted her attention to focus on me. We stared at each other and in that moment I knew that there was every possibility this would end in sex and for obvious reasons I was anxious about going all the way.

Ruth inched her foot further up my crotch and then she brought it back down in a suggestive move that just reinforced my suspicion and then just as suddenly she exhaled.

"Sorry," she went to pull her foot off, "what was I thinking?"

"It's all right," I grabbed her foot and held it there, "as long as this doesn't change things, relatively speaking, between us I mean."

"That's never going to happen," she looked almost hurt, "it's too draining."

"So, what do you suggest?" I massaged her foot, "a foot massage?"

"A full body massage?" I kept rubbing her foot.

"Clit licking?" I stopped rubbing and she shivered.

"Ooh, there's the magic word."

Ruth sat up slowly and stared at the telly, the two women on the screen were still going for it and as chance would have it, one woman was in the throes of orgasm. I was staring at the screen with a mixture of embarrassment and amusement. I was aware she was upright but had no idea she was so close to my head until I turned suddenly to find her inches from my face. She had a slight smile on her face and then a split second later she put her lips against mine and held them tight against them for a few seconds.

"You look shocked. Was my first gay kiss that bad?"

I looked past her at the telly and then throwing caution to the wind, I tilted my head and moved forward at the same time. When our lips met I opened my mouth and I felt the resistance for a few seconds and then she gave in and pushed against me. The kiss lasted longer than the first one and when we parted she looked down and murmured.

"Well that wasn't so bad."

"Now that's a gay kiss," I replied.

"It sure was," she stared at me and then a moment or two later she kissed me again.

There was an urgency to her kiss as if she was trying to prove or disprove something and I was fast losing control, I knew if I kept going that we would wind up horizontal and yet it had been so long since I'd last had sex and I wanted to drag this out as long as possible, even if all we did was sit on her couch and kiss. As it turned out she was of much the same mind and as we kept kissing she was also losing her self control. Ruth shifted position to straddle me, which meant that I was now pinned to the back of the couch, but it also meant that I could stroke her belly and that merely raised the sexual tension to a point where I knew it was going to happen.

I moved my hands up to her breasts, feeling their weight and moulding them as we kept kissing, a low moan told me I was going the right way. She stroked my front, all the way down to my waistband but stopped short of my pussy. She did this several times in a row as our kissing intensified and then my hands shot down to her crotch and I rubbed her pussy through the leather pants and it was only then that she stopped and looked down.

Her face was flushed and she was slightly out of breath.

"This is going somewhere," she looked thoughtful and then went on, "and everything we do has consequences somewhere along the line."

"It's fine, I understand. I don't want to lose a friend," I patted her hip.

"Fuck," she dipped her head and rested it on my shoulder, "you had to say that," she looked up a moment later, "that's the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me."

"So, what is this?" I stroked her belly with my other hand, "a one night stand, a dirty weekend or something else?"

"It's definitely not the last one," she reassured me, "but the first one is the more likely."

She kissed me again and that led to another kiss and another. I could feel myself going over the edge, this was the first time in years I'd felt so aroused.

Her movements had become more erotic as she pushed her breasts against mine and began rising and falling, I felt my nipples beginning to harden as she rubbed them with her breasts but that was just a prelude. When I started rubbing her pussy through the jeans her breathing became more laboured and frantic. Finally she slid right off me and stood up.

"I'm going to bed, you coming?"

She looked past me.

"But first I have to piss."

I found my way through to the bedroom and got comfortable on the bed, I could hear in the other room after she'd washed her hands, turning off lights and the telly. When she came through a few minutes later she had a glass of Southern and Coke in her hand.

"Sorry," I should have turned things off."

"It's cool," she flicked at her hair, "I had to pack the movies in the box anyway," she moved into the room and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Want some?" Ruth held the glass up.

"I'm fine," I rolled onto my side and scratched her back.

Ruth tilted the glass and drained it, and when she lowered the glass she shivered.

"Ooh, that hit the spot," she put the glass down.

She turned to face me and I smiled drunkenly as I moved my fingers up to where the vee started just above her cleavage. The shirt was fastened with press studs and I lazily popped one open. Ruth's eyes shifted as she looked down her shirt and I giggled as I grabbed both sides of the shirt.

"I've always wanted to do this."

"What?"

I pulled the shirt open, most of the press studs popped open to reveal her bra and she let out a low purr as she slid over me and straddled me.

"Now that was a naughty thing to do."

"Why?" I cradled her breasts in my hands, she was larger in that department than me and she leaned over to brush her lips across my mouth.

"Because now you've awakened my babies."

"Uh huh," I kept moulding her breasts, feeling their weight as she kissed me again, this time she put more passion into it, forcing my mouth open and working my mouth slowly. We parted briefly but then kissed again and with each subsequent kiss the passion began to build until finally she sat up and pulling the shirt out of her pants, she undid the last press stud and let the shirt hang freely. She fixed her eyes on me as she undid the belt buckle to expose the press stud on her pants.

Ruth bit her bottom lip as she popped the stud and then unzipped herself slowly. I let out a low purr and reaching down, starting rubbing her pussy through the panties. Her breathing became shallower and she pulled the leather pants down over her buttocks to give me more room. She had a light in her eyes as I worked slowly but eventually I stopped and propping on my elbows, I looked down at myself and grinned.

"Time to get naked," I sat up and started unbuttoning my blouse. Ruth pulled the blouse out of my waistband and undid the belt and as the blouse fell open she undid my shorts and tentatively put her hand inside.

"Careful, she bites," I warned her.

She grinned and just as she reached my opening I pulled the shirt over her shoulders and bit her softly, she winced and then shrieked with laughter. Ruth kept rubbing me though and something told me she'd done this before and I'm not talking about playing with herself.

It wasn't long however before I pulled her shirt off and guiding her around, forced her into an upright position so as I could remove her boots, trousers and underclothes. She looked a little tense as she lay naked before me and I took a little time to strip naked and then it began in earnest. I started with her throat and breasts before moving down to her belly and inner thighs, but finally I moved onto her pussy and swiftly found the rhythm. She loved being penetrated and when I licked her clitoris she cried out for more and she wanted me to put more pressure into my thrusting motions. I obliged and for the next few minutes it was a steady build-up until finally I had three fingers inside and my tongue dancing over her clitoris.

Ruth exploded suddenly and relatively quickly after that with a series of contractions as she let herself go and then she went still after that, just breathing in and out slowly to catch her breath and when she opened her eyes she had a smile from ear to ear.

"My God, what have I been missing?"

"Better than the video?"

"Considerably," she slid her hand over my pussy, "you want a dildo?"

"Do fish swim in the sea?"

Her first time with me was surprisingly good but as I've already mentioned I suspected she'd done this before and this was confirmed when I asked her as we lay side by side in bed.

"It was a long time ago," she replied, "I was young and so fucking naïve."

"What was her name?"

"Helen of all things," she looked at me, "it's been so long that I'd pushed it out of my mind but when you outed yourself to me in the bathroom it all came back," she stared at the ceiling.

"I never knew what to make of it. For years I felt embarrassed by it, I was a country girl and she'd come from the city, she had sophistication and plenty of feminine wiles. She seduced me and then dumped me for some other girl."

"It didn't make you gay and this still doesn't," I replied.

"I know that," she patted my thigh, "but it's made me think and that's supposed to be a good thing," she rolled onto her side.

Our dirty weekend was never repeated though and it was never spoken about either until the day I came in to tell her I was leaving Tom for Kristina but more of that later. I have to go and see the real estate agent and sign a few papers.

***

Okay now I'm back and I've had time to think about this next bit because I feel it's dragged on too long. Fiona has already mentioned something of the incident at school when one of my teachers was caught up in a fraud that saw the police coming in to look at our computers. What she didn't know was what happened after she went home. She mentioned that there were certain pictures on his computer and I was called in to see if any of the girls in uniform had been students at the school. As it turned out though they were adult models on a uniform fetish site but there were other pictures there as well. Most were models from fashion sites but one picture was from a newspaper article and I didn't have to read the names under the picture to know the identity of the woman standing with half a dozen grinning teenagers.

It was Kristina. She was the deputy headmistress at a school in Linköping that had recently been awarded a substantial sum of money along with a prize for their work integrating children from different countries. Many of the children had come from war zones or troubled regions and all had had trouble adapting to life in Sweden. Kristina, according to the article had pioneered a program that saw them spending longer periods of time out in the woods just playing and exploring under the supervision of older kids. As a result their grades had improved dramatically, hence the award and the prize money but I was still fixated on the woman I'd known back in Stockholm. This picture had been taken six months ago and yet it was as if time had stood still, she didn't look much older than when I'd known her.

To say I felt anxious and melancholy would be an understatement. I spent three weeks on my bed of nails as I pulled my life with Tom apart and tried to put it back together logically, but like a jigsaw puzzle with missing pieces it just wouldn't be the same. Ruth had been seeing men by that stage, well, three men in a row although she never brought them back home. Gail was well and truly out and Fiona had only recently come out. Both of those women had my undisguised admiration, they'd been straight women who fell in love with other women. I on the other hand had been bisexual and my first true love had been Kristina, it had always been Kristina and to make matters worse, I'd found her profile on Facebook and according to that she was single.

So why was I in a marriage with a man I felt nothing for? Tom wasn't a bad man, he wasn't an abusive man but he'd become nothing more than a warm body in bed who snored and complained if I read in bed at night because he couldn't sleep.

I remember the night I sent the friend request, thoroughly expecting it to be ignored or rejected but some twenty minutes later my phone rang and I recognised the Swedish dialling prefix.

"Kristina?"

"Hur är läget," she purred down the phone, "where have you been hiding?"

"Australia, still."

"You made me spill my coffee," she laughed, "now I have to change my pants. It is so good to hear your voice."

"You too, I didn't know who was calling."

"You sent me a friend request, your number was on your profile."

"Oh shit," I pinched my nose, "I put it on a while back for a friend and forgot to take it off again."

"Lucky for me then, so what have you been doing?"

We spoke for a good hour and a half and in that time I came to a ground breaking decision. I was going to go to Sweden with the children and visit Kristina.

"I do not know if we can rekindle the flame," she told me, "but at the very least we can catch up on old times and I can meet your children. Anna looks like you, Hans not so much."

"He's his father's boy," I winced.

Nevertheless, it took a good month or so to organise a two week vacation and that involved taking the kids out of school, making sure they had copies of class lessons, get passports for them and renew mine. But the biggest decision I had to make was to sit Tom down and lay it out, warts and all, and for the first time in our married life I was honest. I told him I was bisexual before I met him but left out my dirty weekend with Ruth for obvious reasons!

To my surprise and relief, Tom accepted it but I could see the pain in his eyes and for that I have to hold my hand up because I walked into this and let it happen. As I mentioned before, if I hadn't met Tom then Anna and Hans wouldn't exist, they were the bright sparks that kept me going. His mother was not so forgiving and I guess that will never change. Some two weeks later we flew to Copenhagen because Kristina was one of the speakers at a conference for educators, she was speaking about her work at the school.

***

There were two major differences between my last visit to Copenhagen and this one, the first was obvious, I had two children with me. Anna was in her last year of primary school and Hans was in his fourth year at primary and as this was their very first overseas trip everything was an adventure from the moment we passed into duty free at Melbourne Airport to our four hour layover in Singapore. Thankfully I wasn't too tired because I'd have had a hell of a battle keeping Hans from exploring. He's very much like his father, he gets that thousand yard stare in his eyes and he's in another world. By the time I got to Copenhagen though I was feeling a little ragged behind the eyes and of course the airport has been undergoing expansion. To my relief however when we came out of security and into the arrival hall Kristina was waiting and she must have read my mind because she had a cup of coffee in her hand.

"It's still warm," she handed it to me, "you still take milk or have you gone milk free?"

"That's my husband's obsession," I replied.

"And these are your babies," she looked at my children, "welcome to Denmark," she smiled at them.

Anna stared at her as she nudged her glasses further up her nose and Hans edged closer to me as she introduced herself. I'd told Anna a little about her over the previous few days but I'd left out certain things for obvious reasons. She seemed enthralled by this older woman wearing a white blouse with black buttons to match the black trousers and black overcoat. She wasn't the only one taken aback, I'd seen her recent social media pictures but seeing her up close and in the flesh set my heart a flutter!

"So, here we are again," she smiled, "I never thought I'd see this day again, I had this really cool line but I've forgotten it," she glanced over her shoulder, "I have only just arrived three hours ago myself, I had just enough time to get to the hotel and get changed."

"Did you fly or get the train?"

"Originally I planned to take the train," she replied, "but my boss stepped in at the last moment and paid for the flight to Copenhagen out of his own pocket, he would have paid for the flight back but then I told him I was meeting you here so it is a train back home."

I was nearly going to ask what she'd told him but backed off at the last moment.

The next couple of hours though were a bit chaotic although somewhat amusing for both of us when Anna exclaimed that the fifteen minute trip from Kastrup to Copenhagen Central Station was heaps better than our hour and a half drive to Melbourne Airport. She was goggle-eyed at the double storied bicycle racks outside the station and of course I had to take her picture in front of a bike rack.