She was a petite girl, running fast, with the oval ball tucked in the crook of her left arm, with only seconds left in the game if she made the line, scored the try then my team would lose. What she had not counted on though was that I had placed myself in the right spot, had chosen the correct angle and I was closing her down. Dipping my head, I raised my arms and thrust forward with my legs as my shoulder made contact with her right hip. Arms wrapped, the greater force that came from my powerful thighs, combined with my larger size drove the girl sideways and into touch. Reaching out with her left arm she tried desperately to find some way of pushing back as if the line was actually a wall and in the process the ball was dropped.
The two of us landed in a heap, my body crushing down onto hers as she slid in the muddy grass away from the pitch. In the background, the sound of the referee blowing the whistle to signal the end of the game rang out, followed by the loud cheers of my teammates. For a moment, the two of us lay together embraced with each other in a way that would have been erotic had we been naked. Our bodies breathing hard from the exertion just as much as if we had been fucking. Then my teammates streamed in, pulling me away from the girl who could do nothing but lie there and feel the weight of the defeat falling on her shoulders. Dragged forcefully back into the middle of the pitch my team and I gathered around our coach to celebrate a successful end to our first season.
I had joined a rugby club at the behest of my husband. He had always played and as we discovered each other he pointed out to me that off the pitch, some clubs were far dirtier than the players ever became on it. The idea caught my attention and once my husband gave me some introductions I was hooked on the fun and then they decided to setup a women’s team and as a bi woman I just had to join in.
Naturally curvy I had been blessed with a Bimbo like figure which did not require a huge amount of work to maintain. As such I made a great outside centre and at the same time had quickly become a favourite of the more perverted members of our supporters. Some of whom had discovered that I could be very generous in return for their cheering my effort on the pitch. More than one had been given the chance to blow their load down my throat after a game.
Gathered together in the middle of the pitch, our coach spoke about how well we had done as a team. The heat of us all gathered together caused steam to rise from our bodies and hang in the air above us. It was early April but there had been a sudden cold spell marked by heavy, squalls of icy rain that had turned the pitches back into the mud fest that was usually a feature of January. Meanwhile, a bottle of Prosecco slowly passed its way around the group, each of us taking a swig from the bottle which was now covered in the mud from our bodies and hands.
“Thank you Jess, thank you for that final tackle.” The coach was gushing in his appraisal of my final tackle, “like so many others you have grown so much as a player over the season.” I smiled in response, unsure how to meet the fact that he seemed to be singling me out for praise when so many within the team had also given their all. Then a sense of relief came over me as the coach moved on to another player. “I’d also like to praise one other, Sarah, without her our forwards would have been constantly on the back foot around the ruck. Her physicality was essential to allow us to succeed.”
As the coach spoke of the blindside flanker, all eyes trained themselves on to her. Tall, muscular and almost masculine in shape and yet with large breasts, Sarah was a genuine athlete who had once played at a high level before retiring. It was known that she was a sexually very open lesbian who often preyed on younger women. Something that was not opposed by most of the younger dykes who hoped that they would be next in line.
Sarah smiled at the praise, “I’m just one player boss,” she replied, “it’s the newbies who have played like experienced heads who are the real heroes.” As she spoke, Sarah looked at me and for a moment it felt like the smile was purely for my benefit.
“Everyone, go get a shower, get some food and then we will all head into town for the celebrations!” It was the coach who spoke again and on his instruction the team broke up. As I headed towards the edge of the pitch, in the direction of the changing rooms I spotted my husband watching and waiting. Approaching him, I grinned, and he returned the expression before, once we were close enough, we kissed. It was a careful kiss as I did not want to get mud all over my husband who was already dressed for the night out.
“Well played.”
“Thank you, it’s left me really horny now though,” I whispered so that our conversation could remain private.
“You’re always horny after you have played, it seems to excite you being wrapped up with others.”
“Haha,” I laughed mockingly, “I bet you would love to see me and that girl I tackled at the end getting into it with each other.”
“Do you?”
“Do I what?”
“Do you want to get into it with that girl? I’m sure it can be arranged judging by the way she was looking at you all game.”
Thinking about it for a moment, remembering what she looked like as I watched her arrive at the club, I shook my head. “Nah, too petite for my style, you know me, I like my women like my men. Muscular and strong.”
My husband shrugged at my comment, “well, knowing you would be horny, I have something planned for you later.”
“What?” I asked, blushing slightly as my mind filled with thoughts of what he was planning. “What do you have planned?”
“You’ll find out later, you need to go get a shower first.” Nodding in agreement, I stole another quick kiss before stepping past my husband I headed for the changing rooms.
The exchange with my husband had been long enough that by the time I got to the changing rooms, half the team were already on their way to the bar. Stepping inside, I could hear the chatter of the last few who were still in the shower while the warmth of the room enveloped my cold, sweaty, skin.
Finding my spot on the benches, where my jacket hung from a hook above, my bag underneath, I sat down. It was the first time I had sat for over three hours and for a moment I felt drained.
“You OK?” I recognised the voice immediately as belonging to Sarah and I looked up just in time to see her striding past me and into the showers. She was naked, her large breasts on display while in her hand she carried a towel that she hung down just in front of her genitals. As she entered the showers, the voices inside died down and for a moment there was a sense of tension from within. Then, the three who had been hanging around under the water chatting, walked out as a group, looking at each other and giggling as they went.
Watching them carefully I realised why they had become so quiet. None of them were gay but each of the three often had an over inflated opinion of their own good looks. They were the sort of women who would want Sarah to drool all over them but be terrified at the thought she might try something. A smirk broke on my face and I had to consciously look down as I slowly pulled the boots from my feet.
Ahead of me, the sound of Sarah’s shower still filled my ears while to my left the three giggling women continued to dry and dress in silence. Boots and socks off, I stood and pulled the shirt over my head throwing it into the pile of dirty shirts that were gathered near the doorway to the shower. Then, looking down I studied the bruise that had already formed on my left shoulder from earlier in the game. It made moving my arm difficult, but I was still unable to release my sports bra and remove it. My large, round breasts fell free, their nipples pointing straight ahead almost as if I had false breasts.
Stretching my back out for a moment, I noticed the three girls couldn’t resist the urge to look. None of them were as well endowed as me and I knew that all of them were to some extent jealous. In fact, I knew that one, in particular, was very jealous as my husband had assured me that I was the men’s first teams favourite women’s player and that included her own boyfriend.
Finally, with one push, I removed my shorts and knickers so that I stood naked in the changing room. Turning, I picked up my towel that hung on a hook over my spot and headed for the showers.
On entering the room, I could see that Sarah was in the corner or the room to my left and turning to my right I stepped up to one of the showers. They were fixed to the wall, over my head and hanging my towel on a hook nearby, I turned the tap so that the warm water flooded out.
Turning my rounded arse to the wall, I slowly stepped back into the stream of water as it washed over my skin, reviving it in the process. As the water touched my hair, I dipped my head so that, just over the large cleavage I could see the top of my hairless pussy.
“That was a good game, pity the season is over.” The comment caught me off guard, lost in my own world as I was, and I raised my head to see that Sarah was looking towards me. Now that we were naked and alone in the shower, standing close to face on to each other, I was able to study the muscular lines of her arms and stomach and how they led down to narrow hips. Sandwiched between them and her muscular thighs I studied the fact that like me she had a hairless vagina. Unlike me though, two large inner labia lips extended out between the outer labia.
“Yes,” I replied, “I started to understand what I was trying to do by the end, sometimes, early on, in the season I ran around cluelessly whereas now I think I get it.”
Sarah laughed at my comment, “oh Jess, you are miles better than many of them, even some of those who claim to have played for a few years.”
“You think so?” the compliment had made me feel brighter inside.
“I know so,” this time, as she spoke Sarah licked her lips carefully and slowly. Then, without any sign of shame she switched off her own shower and slowly walked across the room towards me.
“I’ve wanted to get a chance for the two of us to be alone for a while,” Sarah said quietly as she got to me. Raising an arm, she leaned against the wall, while her face was only inches from my own. “I think we could have a lot of fun.”
Looking into Sarah’s eyes I could feel the lust that she had for me, but I was aware that we were in a changing room. Glancing towards the entrance to the showers I raised a finger for a moment and placed it against her lips. “Wait a moment,” I whispered before slowly extricating myself from my position between Sarah and the wall. Padding softly in wet feet, I walked to the boundary between the showers and the room beyond and carefully peered out. The room was silent, the only noise being the hiss of the showers behind me.
Stepping out, I felt the bite of cold of the changing room which only moments before had felt so warm compared to the air outside. Carefully, I walked to the end of the changing room until I could see the entrance door. The room was empty and satisfied we were alone, I headed back to the shower.
Sarah had not moved an inch and was still propped against the wall by her arm as I slid my body back into the space that I had left moments before. “What sort of fun are you thinking of?” I asked innocently though in truth we both knew and understood the game. “After all I am married.”
“I know,” Sarah replied before letting her body close what little space there was between us even more. If it was not for the fact that I was open to her suggestion, I would have felt trapped by her. Far more powerfully built than I was, Sarah was also a good head taller than me. If I had wanted to leave, it would have been easy for her to stop me.
Like a cat that had trapped its prey, Sarah leaned closer until your lips touched. Willingly I allowed her to take control, tongues meeting as her body stepped closer until I could feel her breasts pushing against my own. “Dean would love to see this,” I thought to myself as for a moment my mind was distracted by thoughts of my husband. Taking hold of my wrists, Sarah pulled my hands above my head, pinning me to the wall as her body pressed in against me. There was nothing I could do, nothing I wanted to do, but to open myself to her attention and I let out a gentle gasp as we kissed passionately.
Using one hand, Sarah continued to pin me while the other reached down to explore the outline of my breasts, nipples being gently squeezed between forefinger and thumb as she went. The feel of my boobs must have been too much to resist and soon Sarah slipped her kisses from my lips and down onto my neck before quickly heading lower.
The warm water of my shower continued to cascade over my body as the warm caress of Sarah’s mouth and tongue reached my nipple. Already hard from the touch of her hand, the teat tightened even further as the wet warmth of her mouth and tongue enveloped them. “Mmmm,” I murmured as my body responded to the pleasurable caresses, my nipples had always been sensitive and having them sucked always drove me quickly to the edge.
“Like?” Sarah asked, pulling her head away from me for a moment while her fingers continued to work me.
“Yes,” I managed to say between deep breaths, “eat me, please.”
“Are you sure?”
“Fuck yes, I’m wet for you.”
As I spoke, I opened my legs wider and found myself rewarded as Sarah’s hand slipped from my wrists and slowly downwards as the rest of her body sunk to its knees. Her fingers passed my mouth, pushing their way inside until her hand had no choice but to drop down further. Finally, resting on my breasts, I looked down to see that her face was moving in, tongue poking out through an open mouth until eventually the tip of it touched my clitoris.
An electric spark shot through my body as Sarah’s lips met the smooth skin of my outer labia. “Fuck,” I mumbled as her tongue then started to push its way into my vagina. My eyes closed and I lost myself in the pleasure of the moment. Allowing the urge for release within my body to slowly build as I eagerly willed for the arrival of that point of no return. Where orgasm was the only choice.
Lowering the hand that was playing with my breasts, I felt a moment of intense pleasure as Sarah pushed fingers into me as her tongue flicked over my swollen clit. “Wow!” I exclaimed, opening my eyes and looking down so that I could get a view of pleasure that was being inflicted upon me.
As I did so, I realised that we were no longer alone, out of the corner of my eye I could see that there was a man watching the two of us. Glancing over, I felt a relief at the realisation that it was my husband who was watching and, not a total stranger. “Shit!” I exclaimed at seeing him and Sarah reacted to my words. Pulling away she glanced up at my face and saw that my attention was towards the entrance to the showers. Turning her own attention that way she echoed my words before standing and turning her back, racing into the far corner.
“Get the fuck out of here,” I shouted, “nobody gave you permission to watch us.”
“Oh! Come on, I’m horny at the sight, get her mouth back down there.”
“No! Seriously! Get the fuck out of here!”
Realising that I was not messing around Dean shrugged his shoulders, “everyone is wondering where you are, just be glad it was me who caught the two of you.” Then, clear annoyed at my reaction, he turned and walked away.
Waiting until the sound of the outer changing room door closing reached my ears I stepped across the room to Sarah. Putting a hand on her shoulder I gently pulled her in until I could kiss her back. “Sorry,” I whispered as I touched her wet and cooling skin with my lips. That she was so withdrawn surprised me, it had never crossed my mind that Sarah might be uncomfortable with her nakedness in front of men.
“Look, we need to go join everyone else before more questions are asked, I promise you we can meet again.”
My words must have provided some reassurance as Sarah slowly spun round until she faced me. “Do you mean it?” she asked, her voice meek for a moment.
Taking hold of her arms, feeling the muscle and definition within her biceps, strength that was rare in any woman, I kissed her on the lips. “I’m fucking hot for you,” I commented.
“OK,” Sarah replied as she allowed a hand to brush against my breasts, “until we meet again then.” Giving soft smile, Sarah then stepped past me and out of the shower leaving me alone to finish removing the mud from my body with the last of the warm water.
By the time I had left the shower the changing room was empty. Towelling off, I checked my hair in the mirror before getting dressed. Luckily, I had short hair and so it did not require the drying that some of my team-mates needed with the result that only five minutes after I had left the shower, I was finally able to join everybody else for food.
There were few choices left for places to sit and eat so that I found myself alone, at a table at the back of the room. Sarah was sat at the table next to me, my decision to not sit with her deliberate so as not to attract too much attention. In silence I ate my food while up at the bar Dean stood with some of the men who had come to watch the game, drinking pints as they laughed and joked about the events of the day.
My arrival meant that the speeches that always accompanied the post-match meal could begin. Everyone’s attention turning to the front of the room where the team’s coach and captain gathered with their opposition equivalents to announce the best players from the day.
Seeing that nobody was now looking in my direction and confirming that Sarah and I were the furthest back in the room I slowly turned my hips towards my new lover. I was wearing a denim mini skirt and carefully, I opened my legs so that the hem pushed itself up until I exposed my knickerless pussy.
Realising what I was doing, Sarah looked over at me, her mouth slightly open in shock as she saw that I was showing her the thing that only a short while before she had been pleasuring. Lowering a hand, I extended one finger which I slid between my labia as the muscular lesbian looked on.
“Jess!” a male voice called in the distance and I realised that I had become completely distracted by my teasing.
“Jess!” the voice said again, and I quickly closed my legs and turned my body just in time to see everyone turn their heads towards me. I looked blankly at the gathered audience unaware of what had happened.
“You just got back of the match Jess, get up there!” one of the girls nearby whispered and I smiled awkwardly, my face feeling warm as I blushed slightly as I realised how close I had come to getting caught by the entire room.
Taking a moment to gather my thoughts, I slowly rose to my feet before pushing my way through the crowd to the front where a line of chairs had been assembled. The coach offered me a hand to steady myself as I climbed onto the chair, my mind racing as I wondered as to whether my mini skirt was long enough to provide some modesty?
Someone handed me a pint of beer and I stared at it in fear as I waited for the other people to be called forward. In the end there were six of us arrayed at the front as the onlookers counted down to the start of the boat race. I hated downing pints but my ability to open my throat, to avoid my gag reflex meant that it was not difficult for me to do.
“Go!” everyone shouted and lifting the pint glass as I opened my mouth, I threw the bitter tasting liquid down my throat. Every gulp took a quarter of the contents of the glass into my stomach and within a few seconds of starting I found myself placing the empty glass, upside down on my head. Looking around I realised that I had been the first to finish the race by some distance and a cheer went up from my team-mates as they saw that I had won.
Lowering the glass, I placed it into an offered, empty hand. Then, seeing that Dean was in front of me, a smile on his face, I took hold of his arms and he lifted me to the floor. “Well done, when everyone has gone, I want you to meet me downstairs in the changing rooms.”
“Why?” I asked and my husband smiled at me without reply.
Watching him, I saw him step away and re-join the male players near the bar as some of my team swarmed around me. Their warm congratulations making me forget Sarah and Dean’s request for a moment.
Now that the post-match awards had been done it did not take long for people to drift away from the club until only a handful of us were left. The opposition team manager being the only person left from the other club. It was unsurprising though that he had remained as shortly after the presentation he had latched on to me. His lips moving in conversation while his eyes, at no point, raised from looking at the cleavage that I was showing off in my vest top.
Eventually though, I managed to get away from him when his girlfriend, a rather large prop forward from the other team, returned into the club house her face creased with anger.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” she asked as she grabbed him by the arm, “she’s just a fucking slapper!”
Watching, I laughed gently as I saw the guy being dragged from the room, his jeans and jumper clad girlfriend pulling him along like an oxon dragging a plough.
“I bet she is fun in bed,” I offered to the bar man as our eyes met. He was cute and strong though a good five years younger than me, we had also previously screwed, over a full barrel of beer in the cellar.
“She clearly knows you though,” he offered, and I grinned at the comment. “Admit it, she only moved on to him because you disappointed her in bed?”
“Harsh!” said the team coach who was stood in the corner and now well into his sixth pint. Giving a shrug of my shoulders, I bid the stragglers fair well with a promise that I would see them in town for the party later and left the room.
Bouncing down the stairs I headed into the changing rooms, unsure as to where exactly I should go. There were six changing rooms in total and I slowly worked my way round each of them until eventually I arrived at the sixth. It was the most out of the way, at the back of the complex, a small room tucked away in the corner. Carefully I pushed open the door until there was a crack wide enough for me to peer through. Inside the room was well lit and sitting on a chair about half-way along the room, was my husband.
He noticed me peeking through the door and raising a finger beckoned me to enter. Pushing the door open wider, I stepped inside so that the whole room came into view and in that instant my heart caught in my throat. At the far end of the changing room, sitting on a bench that had been just out of view from the door, was Fidel the first teams star centre. Tall and powerfully built, he was from Guadeloupe and pretty much the darkest skinned black man I had ever seen.
“Hi Fidel,” I said as my eyes drunk in the fact that he was sitting on the bench naked, his legs open so that his cock hung between his legs. Like the muscles in his body it was clear that Fidel’s penis was also long and powerfully built.
“To celebrate the end of the season I thought you might like to sample the delights of Fidel?”
Dean did not have to ask twice, by the time he was halfway through his question I had already crossed so that I was level with him, removing my vest top and handing it to him in the process. By the time I had got to Fidel, my mini skirt was lying on the floor having fallen from my hips as I walked.
“He was not lying about your figure,” Fidel spoke fluent English but with a soft, French accent.
“And I’m not lying when I say I am going to let you fuck me any way you want.”
“Umm, here’s a condom,” Dean offered, and I turned to see him holding one up for me. I looked at it and then turned my attention to Fidel’s cock dick that had already started to inflate with the sight of my body.
“We’re not going to need one of those,” I replied before climbing onto the bench, straddling Fidel’s lap in the process. Looking down, the sight of my pale, white skin next to the darkness of Fidel’s filled me with excitement as I realised that my first ever black cock was also going to be the most amazing cock of my life.
Grabbing my head, Fidel pulled me down until we were able to kiss, the touch of our lips causing a shiver to pass through my body. That contact between us was enough on its own that Fidel’s erection rose enough so that it suddenly bounced off the bottom of my bum cheeks.
“You’re eager,” I commented, taking a break from the kissing as our hands continued to explore the others naked body.
“You tell me that you are not, I can feel the heat that your pussy is giving off.”
“Mmm,” I agreed and reached down between my legs to take hold of Fidel’s thickness. Tilting it upwards, I rocked my body slightly until I could feel the head of his took pushing into the hole between my labia.
“Urggh!” I said as I lowered myself fully so that Fidel quickly pushed deep into me, filling me with a sensation of pleasure that surpassed all the other fucks in my life.
“You’ve never been blacked before, have you?”
“No, but I’m hoping that every time I am blacked in the future is just like this.”
Grinding my hips, I rode back and fore on top of Fidel as Dean watched from a close distance. It had always been my husband’s plan that I should work my way through all the available members of the first team and Fidel was my ninth of the thirty guys in the squad. Though he was the first of the four black members to fuck me. Though in truth Dean had already established that ten of them were off limits due to their various marriages and sexual choices meaning that I had been with nearly half the team.
There was a noise from the door, and I stopped, fearing that the three of us had been caught. Looking over my shoulder towards the door I saw Neil enter the changing room. “Thank God,” I whispered to myself and turned my attention back towards riding Fidel, pushing down on him so that he entered me deeper than ever before.
Behind me I heard Neil walking over to Dean, he was a hanger on within the squad, an effeminate gay guy who I knew that Dean had an occasional thing with. Unsure at the appearance of another person, Fidel tried to lean over to see what was happening. Catching his face in my hands, I pulled him back over and lowered my face close to his. “Don’t worry, don’t think about it, just concentrate on me.”
“What do you mean don’t worry?” Fidel asked, trying to pull his head away from my hands. Squatting down I took him even deeper in to me so that he gasped at the pleasure.
“Neil and Dean have a thing, you concentrate on me and let them do their own shit.”
“Uhh!” Fidel asked but I could tell he was already too entrenched into the sensations that I was sending through his body and he quickly lost interest. Behind me, the sound of a mouth sucking on a cock reached my ears and I realised immediately that Dean was being pleasured by Neil.
Standing, I turned my back to Fidel before lifting him up and pushing him into me again as I sat into his lap. Reaching my hands above my head I took hold of the coat hooks above as Fidel’s hands reached round to fondle and play with my breasts and nipples. In front of me, my husband watched my blacking as Neil sucked on his hard length. It was not often that Dean was sexually satisfied while I was being fucked in front of him, but I always took great pleasure in the experience.
Suddenly, Fidel grabbed hold of me by the hips and raising his own he started to buck into my hard. I knew from Dean’s eyes that he could see Fidel pushing himself deep into me with all the power of his athletic body. It was enough for me and my body tensed as an orgasm took hold, flooding me as my lips emitted a gentle cry of pleasure. At the same time Fidel released and his body twitched as cum shot out of the end of his cock and into me.
Our needs satisfied I collapsed back into Fidel’s lap and the two of us sat there, our bodies sweating and panting with the explosion of energy as his rapidly softening cock fell from me. In the process, unplugged by his tool, a gush of cum rushed from my open and vulva and dripped onto the floor of the changing room. It was too much for Dean and seconds later I heard Neil gag as Dean, holding the younger man’s mouth onto his cock, shot his load.
His own release achieved, Dean let Neil stand back up and slightly embarrassed, he ran from the room as my husband put himself away.
Sliding from Fidel’s lap I gathered my clothes and pulled them back on. “I’ll leave you two to talk,” I commented, “I’d like to maybe do that one again sometime.” As I spoke, I made a point of looking at Dean and giving him a nod of the head as a hint. Then, having given Fidel a final kiss I walked from the room happy with my experience.
It did not take long for me to get to the entrance to the club and I stepped outside into the cool air, realising as I did so that the post flush of orgasm was still visible on my chest. Stepping past the edge of the building a voice called to me, “I thought you wanted me.” It was Sarah, hiding behind the corner, she had been waiting for my appearance.
“I do,” I said as I turned to confront her accusation.
“Then why stay in there and let a man fuck you?”
The ferocity of the way Sarah attacked me took me by surprise, “what do you mean let a man fuck me? I am married, you realise that?”
“I know, but that was not your husband you just fucked.”
Sighing, I stepped closer to Sarah, “you must have heard the rumours though, that I have been with a number of the first team? And that’s even before, you take into account the barman who was working today and the club chairman.”
“But you promised…”
“Yes, I promised that we would have some fun but today my husband lined another fuck up for me and I couldn’t resist.”
Sarah’s eyes showed that there was an anger building up inside her and for a moment I thought she was going to hit me when the sound of two men approached. It was Dean and Fidel, still chatting after the fun they had just had. They stepped past the edge of the building to see Sarah and I talking and immediately stopped.
“What’s going on here?” asked Dean, seeing himself that Sarah was clearly upset about things.
“Sarah is just a bit upset about things,” I replied without letting on what had caused the problem.
“Ahh.”
Dean had guessed immediately but Fidel, unaware of what had happened straight after the game walked into the minefield. “I’d love to see you two going at it,” he commented.
The anger in Sarah’s face boiled over at the comment, “you just want to exploit her for your own fun!” she shouted before launching herself towards my most recent conquest. Luckily, I had seen it coming and stepped over, catching an arm around Sarah’s waist so that I was able to arrest her advance enough for Fidel to step out of the way.
“Jesus, you need a good cock to sort you out, maybe you need to take some just like Jess.”
The comments were like a red rag to a bull and I found myself struggling to hold Sarah back as I used my eyes to plead with Dean to get Fidel away from the situation. Eventually, Dean got the hint and the four of us parted. The explosion of anger from Sarah meant that as she calmed down, she was far more suggestable, and I managed to guide her to the rear of the club house and away from the man she now wanted to kill.
“Look, I will go on a date with you, but you need to accept that I also love having sex with guys.”
“I’m not sure if I can, when I was younger, men did some pretty horrible things to me.”
“How about if I promise to not do anything with a man before meeting you, that I shower and that it will be girls only?”
At that suggestion I could see Sarah processing the offer for a moment, “not even with your husband?”
“Not even with my husband,” I agreed after some thought. “Now are you coming to the party this evening?”
“No, I think I will go home and get drunk on my own.”
Nodding in acceptance, I watched as Sarah walked away her shoulders slumped as if she had been somehow defeated in battle until she disappeared round, the corner. It did not take long for Dean to replace her, a smile on his face as he approached, sympathy in his eyes. “And? He asked as I was wrapped into his arms.
“And?” I replied as I looked up into his eyes, “I think she accepts that she is never going to get me to herself and I will always want to fuck men.”
“Good, because I am working on something with Fidel that will blow your mind.” The hope that it would mean Fidel and I would get to shag again excited me and I kissed my husband.
The Sins of August 