I knew my wife was bisexual before I married her. She and her best friend had been to bed several times in high school, and even shared a boyfriend a few times. I hadnt had the plea- sure of both of them before we were married, although I did come home one night, and after kissing Darlene, could tell that theyd been to bed earlier.
Our first wedding anniversary was coming up, and Darlene asked me what we were going to do to celebrate. I had planned a nice dinner, perhaps a stage show or dancing, then back home to screw our brains out. When I explained, and asked why she wanted to know several weeks in advance, she simply smiled and suppress- ed a giggle, her gray eyes twinkling with an impish gleam.
Luckily, our first anniversary fell on a Friday, and reservations made, we dolled ourselves up and went out for the evening. Dinner at a fine restaurant and dancing at a local hot- pot kept us laughing and in a good mood. As we drove home, Darlene sitting next ... Læs hele novellen
