Had I heard her right, she wanted a lesbian session with me whilst my husband of ten years filmed our encounter. I didn’t even know he had a video c...mera. Then he entered the room. All three of us were still naked, but it didn’t phase any of us, was I coming round to the fact Pete had a mistress, that I had had the most awesome morning of sensual even sexual encounter, ever. Claire touched my nipple, “it will all be alright” she said, “I am new to all this too, I only found out Pete was married. Now, usually of a wet day, the café would be full, but unusually there were several empty tables. Despite this, she came straight to me. "D'you mind if I sit here?"On auto-pilot my mouth functioned without my conscious decision. Ingrained politeness, perhaps. "Not at all – please do."I watched as she placed her mug on the table, pulled out the chair, and sat. Her face – round, with a peach-like complexion – was flushed with the chill of a windy, wet, summer's day. Warm, brown eyes looked. I so loved her I couldn't imagine life without her. But, like a recurring nightmare, it was going to happen. Like it or not Weather would leave me and I was going to do absolutely nothing to stop her."Eíste chtypitós." Huh?"Weather looked up at me and smiled. "I said you're staring." I know that. I'm not. Hold up! You said that in Greek!" Yup!" she smiled with pride."How?" Jeez," she said, lifting the cover of her text book. "You don't think this is school work, do you? It's How to Speak Greek. Where the walkway meets the helipad, there’s a staircase down, so that the maintenance crews can get underneath the pad to do their work. I decided to take the situation in hand, so I stopped there, took my arm away from her, and ran my hand up her back under her hair to the back of her neck. My thumb rested just below her right ear, my fingers on her pulse point on the other side and squeezed lightly to make sure she was paying attention as I put my lips next to her ear. “Mel” I whispered “I.