Wifely Duty
My wife and I were expecting a visit from an old friend of hers. We’d been married for several years and enjoyed a reasonably active sex life, but we’d never experimented with anything particularly adventurous. Neither of us had ever had any bisexual experiences.
Our friend, Melissa, arrived from her hometown, and we had plenty of catching up to do. Over the next few days, we showed her around Singapore, visiting the usual tourist attractions and enjoying ourselves like old times.
We spent an afternoon wandering around Marina Bay, had dinner along Clarke Quay, and eventually settled into a comfortable routine of late nights and long conversations.
One evening, we decided to stay in at our condominium in Tiong Bahru. The plan was simple: dinner, wine, and a few movies.
My wife, Cheryl, and Melissa were particularly fond of a good movie night. We ordered some food, opened a bottle of wine, and settled comfortably on the sofa.
The first movie was an erotic film called Body Double. It featured plenty of sensual dancing and provocative scenes. As the evening progressed and the wine continued flowing, the atmosphere in the living room became increasingly relaxed.
I noticed that both women seemed unusually engrossed in the movie. I was beginning to feel rather adventurous myself, and I suspected they weren’t entirely unaffected either.
When the movie ended, there was an unmistakable change in the atmosphere. Feeling particularly bold, I decided to put on another, considerably more explicit adult film.
I switched off the lights and settled down on the floor in front of the television, leaving the two women on the sofa.
About half an hour later, an intimate scene between two women appeared on screen. Just then, I decided to make a quick trip to the bathroom.
Rather than interrupting the movie, I quietly slipped out of the living room.
When I returned several minutes later, I stopped in my tracks.
There, on our sofa, were Cheryl and Melissa, locked in a passionate embrace.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My wife, who had always considered herself heterosexual, was kissing our visiting friend.
Trying not to attract their attention, I remained quietly around the corner.
They were completely absorbed in each other, seemingly unaware that anyone else was in the apartment.
Cheryl gently kissed Melissa’s neck while Melissa wrapped her arms around her. They exchanged affectionate touches and increasingly passionate kisses.