Meet my best girlfriend what she thinks of it...

"So we are goning to the opera then?"

My lover said admiring herself in the mirror: Tall and slim with the right womanly curves where it suits her only dressed in a corsett, panties, tigh highs and opera gloves she stood there. Just adorable, making me want to ravish her just again. I had to control myself as I corrected her:

"No, Balthazar and I are going there" I know this would spark protest and I was right.

She turned around to me and slowly started to approach me with swaying hips. Oh god! She was so stunningly attractive and worse she knew it. Yet I knew her now for quite long and thus I knew how to resists her **** as it came.

"Balthazar, Balthazar.... when do you finally drop this fool and openly move in with me?" She sat down beside me striking my hair.

"Stop being so bourgeois, so narrow-minded and start to live your true self. Let everyone know that you love a woman...."

She continued with her speech yet I stopped really listening. Well sometimes you can learn a trick or two from your husband. Pretending to be attentive yet totally ignoring what was said..... I nearly smirked at this thought which would have made it only worse.

Olivia, my lover, was a hot blooded half-italian and would have become even bitchier when I had smirked at her while she was giving me her usual adress after I mentioned my husband. I on the other side sometimes felt a bit guilty as I was really bigoted and false when it came to my sexuality and that in more than the way that Olivia knew about.

Besides not ever planning to leave Balthazar for her. Since recently for social reasons only, yet now after our anew found sexual common interest I would not ended it for anything in the world. Well otherwise with Olivia it was the same. I would not have dropped her if Balthazar had asked me. Well it was easier though as he did not knew about her as my lover. He though of her being just one of my friends from my time at broading school.

I should have felt bad about it, but I didn´t at all. Sometimes I assume it is part of the British culture to be dishonest, bigoted etc. yet it is also part to accept it as part of yourself.

Well in the end it did not matter as I decided that I wanted both Oliva and Balthazar!