Trevor, my husband, needed his car for a business appointment, so Evelyn gave me a lift to rehearsal. On the way back we were gossiping about the inev...table affairs that occasionally blossomed and flourished or fell away in a choir thrown together as often as the Chorus was. As we pulled up outside our house, Evelyn said, “We’ve been talking about Tom and Felicity, but an affair doesn’t have to be between a man and a woman, does it?” Even as I sensed a certain huskiness in her voice, I felt her. "What you did back there was. . . . ." then she grinned as the taxi driver put it in gear, she shouted, "Sexy."I was walking on air as I caught up with mum and Dolly and they teased me unmercifully, by singing here comes the bride and other related ditties."She's bloody gorgeous mum," I laughed, "But nowhere near as sexy as you two."We called in at the off license and bought a load of booze, Dolly seemed determined to tie one on as she wasn't driving at all and as soon as we got in, I poured us. I moved my hands down her back, grabbing her buttocks as she slowly moved up and down, up and down on my cock. I took a nipple into my mouth, gently biting and letting my tongue circle its firmness. Linda sat up and this time leant back, giving me a good view of my cock sliding in and out of her moist pussy. I placed my hands over her pussy and moved my thumbs to the top of her slit, feeling for her clitoris. I guess I found it as Linda gave a short, barely audible, moan. I knew I wouldn't last. All this time together made Sally realise she liked having someone ‘at home’, someone there when she needed them, which was every night. But at the same time, she knew she couldn’t give up the variety of partners, and her ‘bi’ side was becoming stronger. A long time ago she had resigned herself to the fact that those leanings would make any permanent partner virtually impossible. Until Steve.It was a feeling that once planted, grew and grew in her. She couldn’t rationalise it and would often.