Finding Myself Pt. 06

Kevin and I had drifted into a way of life where we were as good as separated. He was now almost permanently in the Far East and I was pretty sure from what I heard from people who worked for him that he was living with some young bimbo out there. He phoned now and then and sent the occasional brief email and came home almost monthly but rarely stayed more than a week or so before hopping back on a plane to Singapore or Sydney.

Whilst obviously, on the one hand this disappointed me it did on the other let me get on with my new life. And much of that now revolved around my affair with Amanda. As she was divorced with no children and with me having an absentee husband, it was fairly easy for us to carry on with it. We'd meet at least weekly with one or the other of us often staying overnight at the other's house where we'd sleep together. I particularly enjoyed the intimacy, closeness and tenderness of that as goodly parts of our relationship were quite the opposite. Amanda was a domineering woman verging on, but not quite, being a dykey lesbian. Much of the time I felt as if I were her plaything as without doubt I was nearly always sexually, submissive to her. I rarely initiated anything and nearly always I was on the bottom when we had sex. I can't in all honesty say that I objected very forcibly or that I resisted her in those areas for deep down I enjoyed her treating me like that.

However, that part of her made when we slept together always naked and usually in each other's arms so much more wonderful. I knew full well that my thinking and behaviour as well as my strong attraction to her were total contradictions but then, where love is concerned, most women are like that and I think that I had fallen in love with her! Whether that was true love or a convenient one as a substitute for that I had lost or, had been taken away by Kevin and had been near with Jessy, I couldn't be sure. However, as that and his absence made it easier for Amanda and I to indulge our attraction and express our feelings to each other we saw each other more frequently, did more things together and, for all intents and purposes, we were almost living together.

"We must go on a date together Jay?" Amanda told me on the phone.

"Where to?"

"Well there's only really one place for two lessies like us, Soho."

"What do you mean where in Soho? And by the way I am not a les as, in case I hadn't mentioned it to you, I still fuck my husband......... when I see him that is," I grinned.

As both of us travelled into central London by tube I met her at Leicester Square station having agreed that we'd go back to my place by cab after the date as it was nearer and far less expensive than hers would be. I was surprised at how well Amanda knew her way around the narrow streets of Soho behind Leicester Square and Piccadilly Circus. She pointed out a couple of bars in Old Compton Street that she said we might visit later explaining that they didn't really get going until ten or so and lead us to an Italian restaurant in Wardour street.

She seemed to know the staff in the restaurant and some of the, mainly, female diners with who she exchanged pleasantries and to who I was introduced. They were quite a glamorous and interesting bunch and, in a strange way sexy, I suppose. Both in the restaurant where we had a lovely and romantic dinner as we played footsy under the table, and later in the pub or club, I wasn't sure what it was other than being a clear lesbian joint, I felt a little odd for I assumed most of the people I was introduced to were aware that Amanda was lesbian and that by association I must be too. But then I didn't know any of them, I didn't move in their circles so it would be unlikely any of them would know or tell anyone I knew. Actually I got quite a buzz out of it.

At the club, Amanda pulled me onto the dance floor and we moved around to a couple of quite fast numbers before the DJ put on a smoochy slow one. I could hardly believe the way she totally unselfconsciously took me into her arms and danced with me in a manner that could convey nothing other than a sexual or, at least, very intimate relationship between us. I was embarrassed at first but, when I saw several more couples dancing as closely as us, I got over that and began to feel grateful to her that she wanted to show people she knew how close she was to me. I put my arms around her neck and pressed my breasts and tummy against her and loved the feel of her hands stroking my hair and then the touch of her tongue in my ear. She squirmed herself against me and then kissed me full on the lips before running her hands up and down my body. It was probably about the most erotic dance I'd ever had.

Earlier in the restaurant after the first bottle of wine she'd stared at my boobs, which wasn't anything unusual but this time it was a little different as she said with a big smile, "The bra, they're almost banned where we're going," she'd smiled. I looked more closely and saw that through her black top that was made of see through net I could see her boobs and nipples. She was wearing very, very tightly fitted thin, white trousers under which it looked as if she was naked.

"I can't go without one Mand, they'll wobble around all over the place," I said when we were outside a while and the bottle of wine later.

Smiling she replied, "That's exactly what they are supposed to do and exactly what the place wants them to do, come here."

She was leaning against a low wall which ran along the side of the pavement in front of the shops. I went and stood close to her. She put her arms round me and kissed me then slid her hands up the back of the yellow silk, tee shirt type top with oversized arm holes I was wearing. Finding my bra strap, she quickly undid the clasp and wriggled it off me, "I said you don't need it and you don't," she said, casually throwing it over the wall.

I started to complain, "Hey don't do that it cost a bloody fortune," but taking my hand she pulled me along the road. I rarely went braless when outside the house anymore and I felt naked without it particularly as the top was loose and my breasts moved around a lot. The silky material, though, felt lovely on my bare boobs and I knew that the outline of my nipples would, at least now and then and maybe all the time, poke through it and that the sides of each boob would be visible through the arm holes and the tops of them from the lowish cut front.

"Mmmmm, that looks lovely," she said cupping both of them and pushing them together, "Don't worry about the fucking bra I'll get you a new one."

As we danced in the club I knew I was losing control, not of the situation for I'd never had that, but of myself, my mind and my body. I was so in awe of her again. Her confidence, the assured and assumptive way she acted with me and others, the way she treated me half like a princess and half like her slut and the way that she always seemed to be in control of everything around her. That created in me a combination of intimacy, almost a love for her and feelings that I didn't quite understand, of being abused, demeaned and degraded. She made it so obvious to others that I was hers, that I was her property and maybe her toy. I part loved and part hated that. There were other things as well about the venue I didn't like causing my loss of control: the loud heavy rock music, the drinks and being so underdressed in public; the clear sexy intimacy between us, the people thinking that I'm a lesbian, feeling and having men and women looking at my, what felt like, near bare breasts. It was as if I was watching a film, it didn't seem as if it was happening to me.

As we danced so her hands cupped my bum and one slipped up my skirt and touched my bare cheeks. What the hell was I doing letting her do that? But then what the hell was I doing in a gay and lesbian bar kissing her in public and letting her slip her hand up my top to squeeze my bare tits? What I was doing, I realised, was capitulating totally to her control and direction. I was becoming hers to dominate, direct, control and do with as she wished.

Around two, she declined several invitations from women she obviously knew to go on somewhere and we cuddled up like two teenagers in the back of the cab on the forty-minute or so drive to my house. After another glass of wine she took my hand and led me to my bedroom slipping her hand up my top and skirt on the way and stroking my tits, tummy and bottom as we walked up the stairs stopping about half way and kissing deeply as she undressed and dropping my clothes onto the stairs where we left them. At the top of the landing she stood behind me, slid my thong off and threw it over the banisters and onto the floor of the entrance hall below. I undid the zip at the back of her top and we struggled that off. She pushed her tight, thin trousers down, which together with my clothes and her top were left lying on the floor. I gasped when I saw that she wasn't wearing any underwear at all. We kissed and caressed each other on the landing as she turned me around and pushed me so that I leaned on the banisters. It seemed so natural for her hand to go between my legs from behind that I opened for her as, she kissed my neck and pressed her tits against my bare back. At last, we got to my large airy bedroom and holding me at arm's length as she stared into my eyes and said, "So, my lovely little slut what can I do for you?"

I slid onto the bed saying, "Make love to me now please."

And she did. Wonderfully, considerately and completely. And I returned all she did to me with pleasure and affection.

That I was now captivated by her was obvious and we both knew it. My feelings towards her gravitated from enormous affection, particularly when she was gentle and sensitive towards me, to almost hatred when she was bullying, overly demanding and, what seemed to me to be, unnecessarily controlling. She was able to raise the most incredible desires and wants in me and she gave me so much intense sexual pleasures that I could almost lose my sense of normality when with her. Although, when apart from her, I vowed that I would no longer be her puppet, when with her she only had to look at me with that haughty stare and dominating manner and I would find myself, sexually at least, completely at her beck and call. When she did that I lost my sense of sexual morality and self-esteem and was prepared to go with her on whatever erotic journey she decided she wanted to take me on. I just didn't seem able to stop myself. And, of course, all of this time I felt that I was sinking further and further into the world of real lesbianism although I didn't feel that was really me. I still did not believe that I had crossed over but considered that I was truly bisexual for occasionally during this mad period I had sexual involvement with Kevin including, of course, the anal sex, our first like that for maybe a year or so.

One thing I learned from Amanda and what hit home to me from my involvement with her was how affected I was by the dominant approach she had towards me. It was as if I needed her to control and direct me and I was worried at the ironic sort of pleasure and the odd thrills I received when she abused and degraded me. It was a side of me I didn't know existed and one that gave me concern for I wasn't at all sure how far I would be happy in letting her, or someone else, take me down that path. The incongruity of this was that at work and in other aspects of my life as a wife and mother I was by no means the wimp that I was with her. And that went further even when we were together for in most, well at least many, of our dealings we were equals and I held my own. It was really only when the sexual after burners of our relationship were turned on that I welcomed and accepted her dominance and my need to be subservient and submissive to her.

In the couple or three weeks after the Soho date I saw her several times. Again, her approach varied from being loving and considerate, although all the time she was totally in control, and being uncaring, sometimes downright horrible and, it struck me more and more, like a dykey lesbian. During our first fling she hadn't been like that and we'd both been rather obvious femmes although she had clearly been the more dominant of us.

"Come to dinner on Friday," Amanda said on the phone, "I'm having a small dinner party and I'd love you to be there with me."

"Lovely thanks, how many and who's going to be there?"

"Oh just four, us and two other gorgeous ladies you'll love them," she told me with a giggle, "And glam up a bit, elegant tarty is the theme, okay? And you'll be staying the night so bring some clean knickers." The clean knickers were the easy bit but wtf did she mean by elegant tarty I asked myself several time over the next couple of days?

After several changes of mind I was wearing a sleeveless, low cut, pink, mini-dress that Kevin had bought me to wear at one of the first swinging sessions we attended a few years ago. It had darker-looking patches that really were see through net running down each side from the arms to the hem of the skirt that when looked at closely hinted at a lack of underwear. The neckline plunged down to about half-way along my cleavage where there was a zip that ran down to just about the top of my pubes that I had now neatly trimmed into a two-inch wide landing strip. I was wearing more make up than normal and with my blonde hair freshly spiked up a bit and a few darker dark streaks put it and wearing extra-large, horn-rimmed glasses and paler pink with grey speckles, peek a boo, four-inch heels, I felt that I had achieved the requested look.

The two other women were already there and Amanda, who was wearing what looked like the dress she'd worn in my hotel room that first night we'd had sex, which now seemed an age ago. It was full length and so tight it looked as if it was moulded to her body. What I hadn't noticed that night in my bedroom was that the front of it was slit from the quite high neckline to the waist with a gap of an inch so as she moved she flashed most and at times all of one or both of her boobs. The dress, which was made of lace so was almost see-through had a slash up her left leg from the hem nearly to her hip showing that she was wearing long, black hold ups with lacy tops.

Rina was black, beautiful and big but in perfect proportions. Taller than Amanda so she must have been six feet she looked very fit that I later learned was from playing football and four or five visits to the gym each week. Her body was perfectly shaped with full breasts spilling out of the low-cut dress, a narrow waist, hips that flared out in very womanly curves and legs that I could see beneath the hem of the, as short and tight as my, dress were bare and lovely. Not unattractive and probably in her thirties she had Negroid features, straightened, shoulder-length hair, beautifully glistening skin, an almost permanent smile and simply the roundest, shapeliest bum I had ever seen. Hilde, the other guest was older, probably in her mid-forties like Amanda and me I guessed, and slimmer than Rina and me. She was Norwegian, but as most do from Scandinavian countries, she spoke perfect English. Wearing a black leather jump suit that zipped up her middle from the crotch to her neck although it was unzipped so she was showing most of her boobs, she had a rather hard looking face made more so by her thin lips and cold eyes. She had short cropped, blonder hair than mine and looked rather butch. In fact she was quite similar looking to Amanda, not beautiful but striking.

We had a few drinks and then Amanda's caterers served dinner. Being a little left out of the conversation as it mainly revolved around people the three of them knew I didn't feel that comfortable. although Amanda's possessive manner towards me and the way that she tenderly and quite frequently touched my arm and looked at me made me feel good and quite wanted. I couldn't make out whether Rina and Hilde were an item or not but they clearly knew each and Amanda quite well for there was lots of giggling at what I found to be almost incomprehensible in-jokes.

Sitting in the small, beautifully furnished sitting room after dinner with the lights dimmed sipping wine, I felt less left out as they talked about the restaurant and club Amanda had taken me to on 'our date.' I suppose I drank a little too much, but then I assume we all did, for I was not quite sure I heard Amanda right but I thought she said something like,

"As we're all dressed like tarts why don't we act like them?" I looked up and she said to me, "Come on Jay why don't you start?" I asked what she meant and she said for me to strip off a little adding, "I've told the girls all about your lovely tits and I'm sure they're dying to see them." That embarrassed me and as diplomatically as I could I refused. I assumed it was some form of joke but the look on her and the others' faces told me it wasn't and Amanda confirmed that by saying, "I'll ask you once more, my dear and think very carefully before answering and then do as you're fucking-well told." That hit me hard and confused me as I felt demeaned and insulted in front of the others both of whom were staring at me, almost leering their eyes roaming from my face to my boobs and then to Amanda who continued with, "But of course lovey, if you'd prefer one of us would happily pull that that zip down and get those two beauties out so we can all see them, wouldn't we ladies?" The others smiled and said that they would.

I just didn't know what to do nor, really, how I felt. I was partly annoyed and partly embarrassed yet, as I looked from one face to another and saw their expressions I could feel my arousal growing. I could see that that both Rina and Hilde were staring intently at me and were holding hands as Amanda stood up and walked behind me and placing her hands on the quite thin straps of the dress on my shoulders she said, quietly, "Stand up for us Jay so we can see more of you in that sexy dress." I didn't move for a few moments and shuddered with I wasn't quite sure what as she ran her hands around my shoulders then slowly down my arms to my elbows and then back up again as I did as she told me and stood up, I realised that the hem of the dress had ridden up my legs and was now so far up them that the front of the miniscule, pink thong could be on show but, of course I couldn't see that. I went to shuffle it down but Amanda was holding my arms preventing me doing that.

She realised what I was trying to and whispered right into me ear, "Leave it babe let the girls see your cunt in that lovely little thong." I did as she told me and was relieved when she slid her hands up my arms and onto my shoulders which meant that I could let the hem slide downwards thus covering me. She took hold of the straps and eased them gradually towards my shoulder joints and around them so they dangled down my arms. As she did that I could, as I had done so many times, feel myself falling under her spell. As she took hold of the zip I did nothing to hinder her nor did I object or say anything. As I looked at her then glanced from Hilde to Rina and back to her, it struck me with a massive jolt that I wanted her to do it, to undo the zip and yes, to expose my boobs to the other two women. And as much as I wanted that to happen, I realised, that also I wanted to see their breasts and to feel and love them.

It was then that Hilde interrupted. I wasn't sure whether that was to help me or just something she wanted to do but, in a way, she saved the day for me by suggesting, "Let's take some photos?"

"How?" Amanda asked. I knew she wasn't that good with phones.

"On a timer, it's dead easy, like a selfie but you don't have to hold the phone at arm's length," she said as she organised us into a group and after fiddling with her phone and placing it on the sideboard joined us and sat next to me with our legs squashed against each other, She had the others standing behind us and Amanda's hands were once more on my nearly bare shoulders. As Hilde was organising us I managed to pull the straps of the dress back into place and checked that Amanda hadn't pulled the zip down at all.

She took a few of all of us like that before Amanda said to Hilde, "Would you like to take some of Jay and me?" to which Hilde said she would.

Naturally, my mind went back to the sessions Kevin and I'd had over the years and I recalled how aroused I'd got and, of course, the marvellous sex we always had. Amanda's suggestion scared me a little as I wondered how I'd feel and what she might suggest as, after all, she'd already told me to get my tits out and had started undressing me and I had shown her most of the photos Kevin had taken. It didn't occur to me, as I realised later that it should have, how silly it was letting myself be photographed by strangers in what would most certainly be compromising positions.

Amanda put her arm around my shoulders and pulled me against her squashing my left boob against her chest as Hilde took a couple of shots of us before Amanda's hand slid towards my breast and cupped it. I tried to shrug it off but I couldn't so I said, "Amanda no please," and, of course, she took no notice but instead wriggled her fingers inside the neckline of the dress and right onto my bare breast as Hilde clicked away. I really did try stopping her from going further but the rather weak efforts I made had no effect at all. In fact, they seemed to encourage her and she got her whole hand inside the neckline of the dress cupping my boob and pinching my nipple as she did.

"Come on love," she said smiling as I looked at her, "Stop fucking about," she went on her tone and manner making me think that she'd probably been smoking weed before we arrived.

"Amanda what are you doing?" I mumbled.

"Don't be naïve Jay you must have known what this party was all about?" she replied quite baffling me as I really hadn't for one moment thought it would be anything more than just having dinner and then she and I making love and sleeping together.

"I had no idea."

"I told you how to dress and boy didn't you?" she went on, adding, "It's only a bit of fun, just like the swinging you went on with Kevin when he got you this sexy little dress."

"That was different?"

"How was it, you ended up fucking people you didn't know, didn't you?"

"Well yes, but as I say it was a completely different situation."

"Only difference to now is, honey, you fucked guys then and you'll be fucking women now and that's much nicer as you are getting to know aren't you lovey," she said squeezing my boob making me gasp as it hurt me.

"Stop it Amanda," I near begged feeling shocked and embarrassed as the girls were listening to everything we said and Hilde was still taking shots as Amanda carried on totally ignoring my pleas which, I realised were becoming rather half-hearted. I knew I couldn't win with her particularly when she persisted about my married sex life that I'd rather unwisely maybe told her far too much about.

"And don't try telling us that you didn't enjoy posing for those photos that Kevin took that you showed me and, of course the fucks with Kevin, come on Jay admit it."

"Oh God, okay yes. Yes, Amanda I did enjoy it."

"What? What did you enjoy? Come on tell us," She went on pulling and pinching my nipple quite hard as the girls came and stood near to us.

"Both, I enjoyed both," I said in a croaky groan of a whisper.

"But tell us Jay, tell us what you enjoyed most, give us the gory fucking details," she went on pushing her other hand up the back of my dress and fondling my arse. I was now convinced that she'd been smoking and of course drinking for I knew from experience that she got to her most tormenting and aggressive when she'd done both.

"Going to swinging parties and letting my husband photograph me," I mumbled.

"Yes and what a slut that makes you doesn't it?" She said kissing me as she lifted my skirt up at the back and went on, "Have a good look girls as this is just the start, Jay'll show us everything won't you dearie?"

"Oh fuck Amanda what are you doing?" I groaned.

"Getting you ready love," she said nodding at the girls and going on with, "So that we can all play as that's what we do at these parties, didn't you realise that babe"

"No, no of course I didn't."

"Well would it have made any difference?"

"I don't know I've not been to any before."

"Any what Jay, what haven't you been to?" She went on nodding to the girls clearly giving them the carte blanche to join in.

"A party like this," I groaned as Rina took hold of the zip on my dress and looking into my eyes said, "Okay Jay? May I?"

I could hardly believe that like a lamb I meekly nodded and whispered, "Yes Rina," who immediately started sliding the zip downwards. As that went down so the front of the tight, thin dress seemed to unfold from me baring my most of each tit and my lower chest.

"Oh yes baby, yes, fucking yes," she breathed as Hilde took shots of my body and both of the girls' hands, Rina's on the zip that was now fully undone and Amanda's still up the skirt but now fumbling between my legs rather than on my cheeks as it had been earlier. As slow as I had been to realise what this 'dinner party' was all about when I did I surprised myself at not being as shocked as I would have imagined I would be. Looking pleadingly at Amanda I whimpered, "Mands can we talk please?"

"Yes sure."

"I mean in private please?"

Pulling the straps of the dress back onto my shoulders and covering my boobs well the nipples at least but, for some reason leaving the zip undone I followed her into the kitchen. I asked what on earth was going on with the other girls and she astounded me by coolly asking what I meant. I said that they were clearly after having sex of some sort with me which made her laugh and ask was I shocked and I told her that I was to which she responded, "Surely you knew what sort of party it would be didn't you?"

"No Amanda, I didn't I had no idea."

"Not even when I told you to dress as an elegant tart, didn't that give you a clue Jay?"

We were toing and froing around that for a few moments before incredibly naively I asked, "How far am I supposed to go?"

Smiling in the haughty way she is when being controlling and superior she said, "Well that my dear is up to you and the girls isn't it?" then turning and walking out she said over her shoulder as we got back into the sitting room, "Go as far as you like Jay I am sure Rina and Hilde will love whatever you do," loud enough for them both to hear. I looked at them and saw that they were in a clinch presumably having been kissing. They both smiled and breaking the cuddle and turning towards me they each reached an arm out towards me beckoning me to join them. It was only then that I saw that the top of Rina's dress had been pulled down so that her full, bigger than my, boobs were uncovered and she wasn't wearing a bra and that the zip on Hilde's black, thin leather or PVC jumpsuit was down beneath her waist.

"Come on lovely come and join us," Rina said as they both smiled at me. That felt good and made me feel part of the proceedings and not the outsider I had been up to then. Nevertheless, I felt a little awkward about Amanda, after all I was her lover and not theirs but, on the other hand my mind was calculating she'd got me into this knowing what might happen. I glanced at her as in a way, I suppose, I was looking for her guidance or, was it her permission? I saw that she was smiling and she nodded her agreement so I moved close to the other two and they each put an arm around me and pulled me into a three-way embrace. I surprised myself at just how quickly I felt comfortable and, I guess, wanted by them. However, it wasn't just an emotional comfort and pleasure that I felt the physical aspects were there as well and in a big way. My left breast was squashed against Rina's bare right one and my face was rubbing against Hilde's. I could feel their hands on my back with one, I wasn't sure whose, sliding down and resting firstly right on the swell of my bum and then slipping a little further right onto my cheek which it squeezed. My arms were around their waists and that felt lovely. I was enjoying being part of that trio of female sexuality.

"May I Jayne?" Hilde asked.

I wasn't quite sure what she meant at first and rather tersely replied with, "Huh, what?" as I pulled my face away from hers and looked into her eyes.

Smiling with her quite beautiful lips parting she said quietly, "Kiss you of course, you silly."

"Oh right, yes, yes of course Hilde," I somewhat gushed with surprise and hardly thinking I closed my eyes and slightly parted my lips as her face moved close to mine and our mouths met. Whether it was planned or spontaneous or, maybe something they had done before as I was beginning to think that maybe Amanda often arranged parties like this, as Hilde kissed me so Rina pressed her boob more firmly against mine and squeezed my bum harder. It was a nice kiss with lots of lip movement and tongue action and I responded. I was now quite aroused and eager to go further with these two attractive women. It didn't really occur to me at the time, as it did later, that this was turning into an orgy or, in more basic terms, a lesbian gang bang.

As Hilde and I kissed, and I was now enthusiastically responding, so her hand found my breasts and were inside the unzipped dress right on my bare breasts. At the same time Rina lifted my skirt up over the fullness of my bum so that it was bunched around my waist. Then for the first time in my life I was sexually fondled by two women at the same time. And I loved it.

As I gave myself up to the increasingly adventurous advances of these two lovely women, it hit me just how far I had gone sexually in the last year or so. From that night when my husband and I had made love and he'd asked to see me with another woman, so much had happened that I could hardly believe I was the same person. Not only had I had sex with three other women since then but Amanda and I had become full-time lovers. This bisexual, as I didn't accept that I was a lesbian, activity hadn't included me going with another woman as Kevin watched for he and I were as good as separated. In a way, I suppose I had replaced my husband with a female lover called Amanda. And now she was introducing me to more lesbian based adventures.

I heard Rina saying, "Hey come on Hild it's my turn now," and like clockwork the Scandinavian beauty broke the kiss and Rina took hold of my head, turned it towards her and kissed me as deeply and as lovely as Hilde had. As she and I kissed I felt Hilde fumbling with the straps of my dress and pulling them down my arms that I held by my sides as she completely bared my boobs and both of then fondled them. It was heady stuff indeed especially when one of them or, as I suddenly realised, maybe it was Amanda who had joined us pulled the dress up at the back and I felt more than one pair of hands all over my ass.

"Maybe ladies it's time for the bedroom?" I heard Amanda say as she ran her fingertips slowly all the way down my spine from my neck to the crease in my bottom, pinging my thong on the way.

With Amanda and Hilde still fully clothed but with the zip on Hilde's black leather jumpsuit pulled down and Rina her awesome, what must have been G cup, boobs uncovered we walked up the stairs to the large bedroom on the back of the house.

"Ok love?" Amanda said smiling as we stood beside the bed and the two girls kissed as she took me into her arms. Then pushing me so that I sat on the bed she stood a few feet away and went on, "Remember this Jay?" as fiddling with the neck of her ankle length dress, just as she had the first time she made love to me, it tumbled to the floor and she was naked apart from her black heels and lacy topped holdups.

Standing me up again and kissing me as the other two continued their embrace and kissing, she lifted my skirt right up so that the dress was bunched around my waist. The two girls then joined in and Rina squeezed one of my breasts as Hilde sucked the nipple on the other one while Amanda slid the thong down my legs and pushed me to step out of it so that I was as good as naked.

I was being held by Rina as Amanda said, "Now come on Jay, relax and let's all enjoy this," as, looking me right in the eye, she stood before me flaunting her naked body at me as she slid her arm around Hilde. Rina put her arms around me pulling me back against her and I felt her big boobs pressing into my back and her mound rubbing against my bum making me think that she was naked although I hadn't seen her remove her dress. She held me tightly, her hands finding my breasts and squeezing them rather roughly. Amanda and Hilde were looking at me with their arms around the other's waists. Amanda looked deeply into my eyes, smiled and turning her face towards the Norwegian cupped one of her small breasts and glanced at me before kissing Hilde fully on the lips in what was a quite obvious effort to make me feel jealous, it worked.

"Let me go Rina," I asked.

"Fuck off," she said roughly pinching and pulling my nipple.

"Ow that hurt."

"It was supposed to, you stupid bitch."

I had no idea what Amanda had told them about me other than she and I were lovers but the way they treated me made me think it was something about me being bi and more of her plaything than partner. They took turns in holding me and also in sucking me everywhere. If it hadn't have been rather false and hadn't had undertones of me being played it may well have been amazing. As it was it was a merely bloody exciting and I felt myself becoming the centrepiece of this all-female gang bang. To have a woman kissing you as another sucks your tits and a third your clit, creates a tremendous amalgam of sensations, whatever the situation, even when they are being forced on you. They changed round quite a lot. At one moment I would have Amanda's mouth on my breasts, Hilde's on my pussy and Rina on my anus. Then it might be Rina's fingers up my pussy as Hilde sucked my clit and Amanda my bum. I had fingers in there at the same time as other were in my pussy. My face was pulled against each of their breasts and nipples were pushed into my mouth and I was urged to suck them that I did increasingly willingly. I know Hilde and Amanda sat on my face pushing their soaked pussies down on my mouth and I think Rina did as well.

It seemed to go on and on and on. They hurt me a little with their pinching and they spanked my bottom a little with their hands. They sucked me hard all over my boobs, bum and thighs leaving fierce red marks, fortunately Kevin was away.

I was crying and moaning, I was so out of my depth, both sexually and womenwise that I was scared and my whole body was shaking. I wanted to get away, but that was impossible. I begged them to stop, but they just laughed and redoubled their efforts and, of course, slowly I stopped complaining and l began, in a rather perverse sort of way to enjoy what they were doing to me.

Now, as well as kissing and doing all the other things to me, they were also doing them to each other. So on top of the sensations I was getting from what their hands and mouths were doing to me I was also being hugely visually stimulated by seeing two and three women together. It suddenly hit me that before then I had not seen two women having sex let alone three. Ok, since Kevin had rekindled my interest in bisex, I had masturbated to some lesbian sex online but that was so far from seeing the real thing that it was almost a different practice.

It was just amazing to be lying on the bed naked as one woman kissed me on my lips and breasts and sucked my nipples as another stroked my pussy and clit whilst I watched two others in a female sixty-nine.

And of course we all climaxed, noisily and seemingly strongly. But that was for me different to how it had been with Amanda or the other girls I'd been with before today. It was like I got to near that explosive point of an orgasm and then somehow held it there in one continuous almost climax as I thought of it at the time.

I had lost all recognition of time and even after the girls had gone and I was in bed with Amanda dozing off I had no idea how long the session had lasted nor how many orgasms I'd had. All I did know is that as she held me in her arms and as I fell asleep, I was a very happy lesbian indeed.