By A. PENMAN
Friday night finally arrived. The days leading up to it were
cordial, but distant. June’s attitude toward me was luke
warm at best. Then for some reason, when the big day
arrived, she perked up. When we were just about out the
door, her mood seemed almost anticipatory.
Just as we were about to leave, June then did what I liked
to call her “final fuss.” She was ready. But she was
compelled, by forces that I do not understand, to look
herself over one last time in the mirror in our foyer. I
grumbled about it all the time but never really minded, as
it gave me one last opportunity to fully appreciate the
goddess to whom I was married. Then came the inevitable
question that I’d answered millions of times.
“How do I look?”
“The same way you look every time you ask me that same
She interrupted me with her best pouty look. The one that
always drove me nuts.
“OK. You look amazing June. You always look amazing. Every
time you ask me that question, the answer is always the
same. A MAZ ING! How many times must I answer this
“Every time I ask it.” came her terse response. She then
looked at me and smiled, gave me the sexy wink and then was
out the door. I don’t know if anybody’s noticed this before,
but women are rather odd creatures.
Driving west on Main street, we had to briefly get on the
mid town expressway. After two exits going north, I took the
third. I have no idea how I knew this, or how I knew I was
going the right way. I understood now that I was being
guided at a metaphysical level, most likely by the dark
haired beauty Lady Bianca. After a right turn off the exit,
things began to look familiar.
My amazement at this was interrupted by June, who, for most
of the ride had been silent. Not an angry silent. Just
silent. As though she was contemplating how this all might
turn out. A couple more blocks and I spotted Ethereal Lane.
I made a right turn, slowed down and pulled up in front of
“She’s beautiful, isn’t she Steve?”
“I’m sorry hon, I was concentrating on not getting us lost.”
“Lady Bianca. She’s quite beautiful, isn’t she?” We pulled
into the driveway, and I put the car into park. Her question
was rhetorical. I answered it anyway.
“Yes, June. She’s very beautiful. How did you know?”
“I just know.” I waited for the uncomfortable “is she as
pretty as me?” question. It never came. In truth, June
seemed OK with my acknowledgement of Lady Bianca’s beauty. I
shut off the engine, and we alighted. Now on Lady Bianca’s
porch, we stood waiting.
“Aren’t you going to knock?” June asked.
“No need. She knows we’re here.” June looked puzzled. Then
the door slowly opened. The lady appeared, looking
exquisite. June’s facial expression was that of
astonishment. Her jaw dropped. The two women connected
immediately with their eyes. Salutations were exchanged, and
then she welcomed both of us, inviting us in.
“So happy that you decided to come. Enter, please.” she
said, smiling at me, then at June. We removed our jackets in
the foyer. I hadn’t noticed in our foyer because she had her
jacket on. June wasn’t displaying any cleavage, but the
blouse she was wearing definitely emphasized the size and
fullness of her breasts. Knowing that I would get a rise out
of her, I whispered into her ear.
“That’s a great blouse, honey. Is it new?” She punched me in
the arm, knowing I’d seen it many times before. In seconds,
we were in the room that I first saw earlier this week.
Something was different.
“Your table is gone.” I observed, as both June and I stood
in the center of the softly lit living room.
“We won’t be needing it.” She turned to us again, smiling at
me then turning to my wife. Without any qualms, she took
June’s hands into hers. June did not seem to mind. She even
returned the hands caress. For whatever the reason, June
seemed very comfortable with the dark haired beauty. She
engendered trust, while emitting an unmistakable air of
female sensuality. June seemed caught up in it. I wondered
if June was sexually turned on by her. Male or female, who
“So, this is the beautiful June.” she said, honestly
admiring my wife’s beauty, which I felt matched hers. Not
that I’m biased or anything. These were two hot women,
scoping each other out, immersing themselves in each other’s
beauty. Now I wondered if Lady Bianca was sexually turned on
by my wife. Once again, who wouldn’t be?
“Steve told me that you were quite beautiful too, Lady
Bianca. He was right.” My now comfortable and totally
unpredictable wife responded. They smiled at each other. A
genuine smile, not faked. Lady Bianca seemed thrilled by my
wife’s striking beauty. June seemed mesmerized by the Lady.
Next, June blew my mind by reaching out and running the
fingers of her left hand through Lady Bianca’s long, raven
tresses. As June’s fingers slowly worked their way through
her thick black hair, the lady closed her eyes, as if to
enjoy the sensuality of the gesture, and to get a sense of
“Do you like my hair?” She needn’t have asked. June’s
response was immediate.
“It’s so soft and silky. Just beautiful, as are you.”
The lady responded wordlessly, giving June a look that might
have annoyed me, if this whole situation wasn’t so
incredibly erotic. There was definitely chemistry between
the two women. There was heat between the two beauties. I
found it tantalizing. I could not, nor would not object.
From the introductions, the Lady guided us to a large, soft
mat that seemed to have a soft padding underneath, after we
had both removed our shoes and sox. We formed a kind of
triangle, but there was no doubt the two women were the most
Sensing that my function here was observation only, I
watched as the two sat and faced each other with their legs
folded, knees touching and eyes locked. I took the
opportunity to observe Lady Bianca’s attire. She was
definitely into the gypsy motif tonight. Her long black
tresses poured out of the red bandana on her head. Her hair
was beautiful. It was a striking contrast to June’s long
wavy red hair. Indeed, the similarities and contrasts
between the two women was a delicious site. For example,
June’s creamy, alabaster skin was a delicious contrast to
Lady Bianca’s soft, olive toned flesh, which was made
visible by her off the shoulder cream colored peasant
blouse. The blouse did not emphasize her chest, but I’m
almost certain that June knew their breasts were equal in
size. The rest of her attire screamed Gypsy fortune teller.
This mutual appraisal continued over several longer, silent
moments. But my wife seemed at ease with this woman of
mystery. Indeed, she seemed enchanted by her. Lady Bianca
then reached out and gently cupped June’s beautiful face in
her hands. She then separated her hands and ran the
fingertips of both hands evenly down each side of June’s
face, staring at the forehead, then down to the temples,
around her ears and then circling back up, then down her
cheeks and under her jaw, returning to the original cupping
position. All the while, June’s eyes were closed, as though
she was surrendering to the experience.
My enigmatic wife. In a setting where I thought she would be
at the least skeptical, she now seemed totally relaxed and
“June.” Lady Bianca spoke, as June opened her eyes to once
again meet the lady’s eyes.
“I can sense that you are ready and willing to let go. Is
“Yes, Lady Bianca. I am.”
“Do you wish to proceed to the next step?”
“Yes, Lady Bianca.”
“You must be certain of this, June. Are you certain?” The
lady wanted to know.
“Is your trust in me complete and unfettered?”
“Yes, Lady Bianca. It is indeed.”
“Then let’s proceed.”
To be continued