“Order what you want, my invite,” Graham said.Alexis studied the drinks list. She was happy to concentrate on something else for a second. Her dat..., if she could call it that, was quite a man. He was good looking. The suit helped, but he was obviously well built underneath. His age was hard to guess in the low light. She thought at least thirty-five if not forty, which was considerably older than her own twenty-two. He seemed self-assured in an understated way. He was polite, but seemed used to. I have plenty of time on my hands. So Heather, can I give you guys a lift home, or anywhere else in town?”“Thank you, Dave. We would appreciate a ride home. Would you mind waiting just a few minutes while I pick up some milk and bread?”“I didn’t get anything cold so, of course I can wait. But instead of waiting which has always been boring to me, may I accompany you while you shop. I’m retired and live alone so I’m in no hurry. You can take as long as you need and get whatever you need.”“That’s. The Melody who always wore, loose, baggy clothes so no one could see her body. The one who was too shy to date. I was dating Claire, and I had been for some time, but I asked Melody out thinking it would break her fear of dating. She wouldn't even go to a movie with me.This was a different Melody. She wore a form-fitting, long-sleeved red sweater. And the form it fit. Wow! She was stacked. The jeans were tight, too, letting me see Melody had a nice, tight ass and narrow waist. And with that. My pussy clenched as I stared at her breasts.God, I had such a weakness for big, soft breasts. And brunettes ... Natasha was perfect.“Yes, you’re my lesbian wife,” I told her. “You have to do what I say all the time. And if you do, I will give you such pleasure.”“Yay,” she nodded, clapping her hands together. “A wife should always be obedient to her husband. Or wife!” She giggled. “Oh, it’s so strange being a lesbian.”“You’ll adjust,” I told her. “First lesson, lesbians love eating their wives.