Lewis woke on the couch.
He rubbed his eyes and squinted at the clock. “Two in the morning!” He stumbled to the bedroom, but the bed was still made. Panic welled up in his gut. Elizabeth never stayed out late. But the Femtopia Tourist Office promised, “The safest girls night out in the Galaxy.” Nothing bad could happen to here, or in any other of the different states of Vesta.
A familiar snorting giggle drifted up from the courtyard.
Lewis exhaled. That was what woke him. He hurried to the kitchen to get the antique coffee machine going. He scalded himself a couple of times, but managed to produce a mug of latte that he hoped his wife would approve of. He brought it back through to the living room and placed it neatly on a coaster. If he could get her onto the couch, he could go down on her, and then she might let him come.
Down in the courtyard, Elizabeth was deep in conversation. The other voice was deeper but feminine.
Lewis waited, watching the milk go flat.
At last, he stood up. “I’m not a damned slave.” He marched out to the balcony and lent over to look down into the courtyard garden they shared with the other apartments.
His wife was sprawled on double-lounger next to a woman with bobbed black hair – Tallulah. Lewis opened his mouth, then remembered how casually the woman had given him a demerit.
“I think I can see our home star,” said Elizabeth.
“So,” drawled Tallulah. “How do you like your new home?”
Elizabeth giggled and crossed her legs. “It’s a bit… wild.”
Tallulah twisted and propped herself up on one elbow. Lewis saw that the back of her mini dress was just a web of strings. “It’s supposed to be wild.”
“Lewis made it sound like a Feminist Utopia.”
Tallulah laughed. “It is. But I think the men expect something kinkier.”
On the balcony, Lewis blushed.
“You know,” continued Tallulah. “Whips and chains. Women in charge.”
Elizabeth shook her head. “No. Lewis isn’t like that.”
“Really. Who’s idea was this?”
There was a long silence. Then Elizabeth said, “So you think all this excites him?”
“You’ll have to ask him yourself.” Tallulah lent over and kissed Elizabeth on the lips. “You excite me.”
Elizabeth sat bolt upright. “Gosh.” She gave a snorting laugh. “I… I haven’t done this since girl’s school. I… I thought you fancied Christina.”
“She’s more your type. I just used her as bait to get you out for the night.”
“Type? I don’t have a type. I mean, she is gorgeous, but I’m str—“
Tallulah turned her head and kissed her.
Elizabeth made a throaty mewling sound. She put her hands around the other woman’s head and clamped her close.
Tallulah reached behind herself and worked a lever. The recliner straightened out into a bed. She eased Lewis’s wife down to lie on her back. She brushed aside her long blonde hair and nibbled her ear. “Can you still see your home star?”
“I’m not sure any more.” Elizabeth caressed the other woman’s bare back between the strings. “You have such smooth skin.”
“Regular massages from my mute.” Tallulah stroked the inside of Elizabeth’s knee. The hand crept up under the hem of her summer frock.
“You have a mute?”
“You have panties on.”
Elizabeth giggled. She caught the other woman’s wrist. “I thought you didn’t like men.”
“Can’t stand them,” said Tallulah. She lent over and kissed Elizabeth’s throat. “But mutes don’t count. They might as well be an android. Mine doesn’t even have a name.”
“You’re terrible.” Elizabeth released her grip and slid her hand up the outside of Tallulah’s dress. “You’re not wearing underwear.”
“I like to stay cool.”
“I think I’m overheating,” said Elizabeth, with a dirty snort.
“I can fix that,” said Tallulah. She knelt up, reached under the dress and tugged.
Elizabeth rolled back and drew in her knees, and Lewis glimpsed the dark blonde bush between her honey-colored thighs.
Tallulah threw the undies over her shoulder. “You won’t need these again.”
Elizabeth raised her head. “I will when I go home. They were expensive.”
Tallulah shuffled over to kneel between Elizabeth’s legs. “Well, get your Louie to find them in the morning.”
“It’s Lewis…” Elizabeth started to sit up. “He’s waiting for me. And I happen to be married to him.”
Tallulah laughed. “He shouldn’t have persuaded you to come to Vesta, should he?”
Another snorting laugh. “Probably not.” Elizabeth lay down and opened her legs. “Do you worst, you evil predatory lesbian.”
Tallulah lowered her head. “Mmmmm.”
Lewis’s mouth went dry and he felt sick. He was about to lose Elizabeth to another woman and…
Elizabeth groaned. “It’s been so long… you’re hitting just the… Oh gosh!”
A rhythmic squelching sound reached Lewis’s ears and seemed to echo inside his chastity cup. The world spun and he clung to the balcony railing…
…and still Tallulah lapped at his wife’s groin.
Elizabeth drew in her legs. The heels of her sandals scraped the padded surface. “Don’t stop!” She hunched forward, caught the back of Tallulah’s head, and crushed her into her groin. “Yes! Oh golly gosh! Yes!” Then she flopped back. “Wow.”
Tallulah rose up on her knees and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “It takes a woman to know, no matter how well you train a male… Speaking of which…” She cocked a leg over Elizabeth’s and shuffled forward so that their groins were pressed together. “It’s my turn.”
Elizabeth half sat up. “Oh.” She shook her head. “No. I’ve never done that. Really, I’d like to… but… I don’t know…”
“It’s OK. Come up to my place. I’ve got toys.”
Elizabeth dragged her legs free and swung off the lounger. “Next time perhaps. I’ve need to go to bed.” She turned and ran towards the steps.
Tallulah watched her go, shrugged and set off for the steps on the other side of the courtyard.
Elizabeth’s heels clacked on the stairs.
Lewis hurried back into the apartment and a red haze seemed to settle over him. If the bitch thought she could cheat on him…
The front door opened as he reached it.
“I…” he began.
Elizabeth stood on tiptoe and pushed her tongue into his mouth. It acted like a piston, forcing blood into his penis.