As Maya turned the last page in a long stack of reports, she breathed a sigh of relief. She would have another towering stack to sort through soon enough, but this set had been especially tedious, and it had given her a headache. She stretched in her chair, and realized that although the documents had taken what seemed like forever, it was still an hour until her lunch time. She should have brought a book with her, but she’d forgotten the latest novel she’d been reading, and she hadn’t expected to have any free time today anyway.

Her reverie was interrupted by a knock on the door. Haley, the office secretary, was standing in the doorway with the mail cart.

“You have a bunch today, Maya!” Haley said as she handed over a stack of packages and envelopes. Maya smiled, and they chatted for a minute, then Haley moved on to the next office, and Maya turned back to the pile of mail. Well, at least it was something to keep busy with. She quickly went through the envelopes and the first few packages, all of which were normal business and easy to take care of. Then, she got to the last box. It didn’t have a return address on it, and she opened it curiously.

As she slit the top of the small box open, a piece of paper slipped out and fell on the floor. She reached for it, then sat back in her chair to read it.

Here’s something in case you need some entertaining today.

Puzzled, she opened the box the rest of the way, and was shocked to find a smaller box with a delicate pink vibrator resting inside. A vibrator? Who would send her a sex toy at work?? She searched through the packing material at the bottom of the box to try and find some clue to the sender, but had no luck.

She bit her lip. It looked so tempting, resting there inside the box. She waited a moment, indecisive, before moving to the door and locking it. She felt a thrill go through her. She never did anything out of line or risky, and this seemed like such an adventure.

She removed the vibrator from the box and hid the packaging in a bottom drawer in her desk, then reached up under her prim, sensible skirt and slid her lacy panties out of the way. She was already wet from thinking about it, even for just a few minutes, and the head of the toy slid easily into her cunt. She gasped a little as her fingers wrapped around the base of the toy, and she turned the toy on, sending powerful vibrations through her body. She pushed the toy in farther, letting the small pink butterfly hum against her clit.

Her back arched against her chair as the toy filled her. She ground down against the seat, thrusting the toy into her, over and over, until her toes curled, and she came in hard spasms. She gasped again, and put her hand over her mouth to keep from moaning, as the orgasm rolled through her body.

Once she could move, she turned the toy off, wiped it off and slid it back into its box. Who had sent it to her? She might never know, but she secretly hoped the mystery person would send her another gift soon. This had certainly made her morning more interesting, and had even gotten rid of her headache. With a grin, she imagined it would spice up many boring work days to come.

Most of the time, I am not a gay woman.

More often, I am a woman in love and I think, overall, I have a pretty ordinary marriage. We fight over the dirty dishes, and who’s going to wash them. We run errands and hope to find a close parking spot at the grocery store. We celebrate birthdays and holidays, and try to figure out whose family we’re going to go see on Thanksgiving. We spend our Sunday evenings on the couch, trying to find something to watch that suits us both, and we read voraciously together before sleep. We go to bed early some nights and stay up too late on others. We cook dinner. We talk about our six year plan, for a house and for children. We tell secrets and repeat stories of our childhood, because we know our other half will still listen, even if they’ve heard it all before. We plan vacations. We know how the other likes their eggs, and what they will and will not eat. We laugh. A lot.

We’ve learned to overlook the sideways glances of passersby. Our step no longer falters when a stranger whistles at us or asks us to let him ‘join in’. At first, these little things were shocking. Why on earth would anyone want to stare at us? We have a pretty ordinary marriage. But the truth is, it’s still strange to some people, that two women can be in love; that they can be married and be, well…ordinary. We still stand out on the packed sidewalks of University, and when we kiss in public people notice. People still stare and people still watch with wide, confused eyes, but we no longer see it. Our vision is blurred by conviction and, more importantly, love. I would never not hold her hand in public.

So often the notice we get on the street is negative, and we’ve learned so well how to block it out, that the bike which veered left on Thursday morning took me by surprise. It jolted to a stop on the sidewalk and the man leaned forward and put his foot down. “I just wanted to say thank you,” he said. “for being such positive role models.” He walked with us then, and my heart started to beat quickly as I took in what he was saying. “I’m married. I’m heterosexual. But I have a daughter, and if she grows up to be lesbian, we will support her, and I’m glad there are positive role models like you in the world.” And I couldn’t breathe. I was so completely overwhelmed by what this stranger was saying, that for a moment, I could only just stare at him, wide eyed. I finally managed to utter thank you, and then again, thank you. And finally: your daughter is so lucky.

I think now about how different life would be for so many LGBT teens if they had parents like this man. I wonder how many LGBT teens would no longer contemplate suicide, and how many of them would grow up knowing that they, too, could have a loving, functional, and fantastically ordinary relationship. I’ve always been confused by people who say there is some sort of ‘gay agenda’. I’m pretty sure that my agenda is the same as most of my straight, married friends: be happy, argue less, and don’t forget to pick up milk at the grocery store. I have no plans to indoctrinate children. I have no desire to make everyone gay.

I want to hold hands with my wife. I want to support LGBT teens in realizing that they, too, can be happy. That, as Dan Savage says, it does get better. I want to raise children who know that they can be and love whoever they want. I want to meet strangers on the street who give me hope. I want to be proud of our community, and I want to change minds. I want to show people that there is a community of support, and I want love to be supported.

Love your children. Love them if they are good students, or fantastic artists, or bad at math. Love them if they are born short, or tall, or with a head of wild, black hair. Love them if they fail, or if they succeed. Love them if they are gay or straight or transgendered. You are their parents, and this is your job.

Someone should have told us to elope. Someone should have told us to choose sandy beaches over bridal bouquets; hotel rooms instead of floor length gowns. Someone should have explained that no matter what you prepare for, you will never be truly ready for the ‘big day’. It doesn’t matter how many months you have planned, or how many details you have worked out in advance. It doesn’t even matter how many possible disaster scenarios you run through in your head while trying to fall asleep at night. You will not be ready for the wedding.

Yes. Someone should have told us these things, but we wouldn’t have listened. We would still have purchased our white and off-white gowns, still sorted through recipes for the perfect desserts, and read through book after book of well written wedding vows. We would still have debated venues and music, perused the store for the perfect color of ribbon. No one could have told us with enough certainty to convince us that we would, despite our trying so hard not to, break down in tears on at least one occasion.

It had been a hard last few days. All the things that could go wrong seemed to go wrong with such ease that I found myself, on more than one occasion, begging Bee to run away with me. Iowa is our Las Vegas, and we could have been married there legally, after a somewhat long road trip up North. But all the tears and commotion, all the bustling disaster and unexpected turmoil could not have prepared me for tonight.

Standing in front of the mirror at her parent’s that evening, my dress cinched and perfect, my hair pulled up in just the right way; I realized that it wasn’t really the dress that mattered. It wasn’t the hair. It wasn’t the earrings we’d bought, or the matching pearl necklace. As Bee came into the bedroom, her jaw dropped, her eyes lit up. I couldn’t help but grin as she told me I was beautiful.

And that was the moment I hadn’t expected.

Over the last few days, I’d forgotten, not only who I was, but who she was. I had forgotten that she is my best friend, the love of my life, the girl I want to spend the rest of my days and nights with. I had forgotten that she is girl I want to travel the world with, raise children with, and own too many cats with. She is my co-pilot, my co-conspirator, my partner in crime. She’s the reason I know how to drive, the reason I am able to laugh at myself, or stand in front of a mirror naked and unashamed. I had forgotten the way she could make me laugh, and how she makes adorable faces when she’s concentrating. I had forgotten those evenings we spent at the lake, or the way she used to show up to surprise me at my house in the middle of the night. I had forgotten our proposals, the first time we kissed, the way she holds my hand when she drives. I had forgotten the way she gets addicted to television shows with nerdy and superficial science fiction plots, and the way she bites my shoulder just because she can’t stop herself. I had forgotten all the things which made her my partner and all the things which had made our life so beautiful.

I had let myself become so caught up in what we had to do, and what hadn’t yet been done, that I had forgotten everything important had already been decided. I had chosen her a long time ago to be my wife. It wasn’t the ring that made her my beloved. It isn’t the fancy dress or flowers, or even the family and friends that would be watching us that coming Sunday afternoon. I was only sharing with them what I already know, what I already decided several year ago: this woman is my wife.

Julia sat at the table in her kitchen, in the seat by the window, waiting expectantly for Stefen to arrive. She and her husband Ken had an open relationship, and had agreed to just not talk about it very much, but this was pushing the line a little: Stefen was Ken’s boss. They’d talked- flirted really- a little at the office Christmas party, and since then, he had been texting her dirty messages every so often, and she had responded tentatively at first, but then with growing enthusiasm. This was the first time they had agreed to meet, and she was just a little bit nervous. She fiddled with her necklace, watching the driveway.

He pulled up a few minutes later, and she let him in. He didn’t waste any time. “Take me upstairs so I can fuck you,” he murmured into her neck as he kissed the curve of her shoulder, her collarbone, her ear. She gasped a little when he bit her earlobe, and then took him by the hand to lead him to the bedroom.

He pushed her down on the bed, onto her hands and knees, and pushed her dress up over her firm ass and over her head. She wasn’t wearing any underthings, and as he pushed the fabric up, her breasts swung free. She was already dripping wet, and she leaned back toward him a little bit, eager to have him inside of her. He took off his tie and gagged her with it, and dipped his fingers into her. She ached for him.

He was still fully dressed except for the tie he’d removed, but he slid his pants down over his hips to let his already stiff cock spring free. He wrapped his fingers around her hip bones, and drove into her hard, once, twice, and over and over. She moaned against the gag, rocking against him as he thrust into her.

All of a sudden she heard the door creak open. Her eyes widened in panic when she looked up to see her husband standing in the doorway, his arms crossed and an odd expression on his face. Stefen had promised that her husband was tied up in a meeting all afternoon. So what was he doing here? She tried to speak, but the gag blocked her words. Then, to her surprise, he smiled. He moved toward the bed, unzipping his pants as he approached her, and swiftly untied the gag. She tried to say something, but before she could, he filled her mouth with his thick, hard cock. Stefen didn’t stop thrusting, and now her cunt and her mouth were both deliciously full.

After just a few moments, her husband took his cock out of her mouth and replaced the gag. He walked around the bed, and she watched in shock in the mirror as he took the bottle of lube from the bedside table, applied it to himself, and then drove his cock into Stefen’s tight asshole. He thrust into him powerfully, causing Stefen to fill her even more. They must have planned this, she thought desperately as she gasped against the gag.

She and Ken had an open relationship, certainly, but she had always assumed he was fucking Lily, the office secretary, not the boss. And yet, here they were. The things that had changed about Ken’s business trips to conferences suddenly made more sense. Her husband had talked about how it was such a drag that he had to share a room now, instead of getting his own hotel suite as he had in the past, but now she imagined what he and Stefen had done in the room they shared. Maybe her husband had fucked Stefen on his hands and knees the way Stefen was fucking her now, or pressed up against the wall. Maybe Ken, unwilling to wait until the night, had dragged Stefen into the privacy of a single-stalled bathroom and pushed his mouth down onto his cock. Maybe sometimes they hired an escort or brought another man home from the conference so they could share. Maybe they did it at work as well, Stefen bent over his desk as Ken took him from behind.

She grinned a little behind her gag. Maybe the ‘others’ in their open relationship didn’t always have to be a secret. As Stefen came inside of her, and her husband kept thrusting into him, she thought, maybe we can share sometimes.

Jessica glanced down at her watch just as the short hand slid across the two. The hotel bar would close soon, and everyone would go back to their respective rooms. This business trip had left Jessica lonely, desperate for even the least bit of affection, but it didn’t seem that there was any to be found. Giving up, Jessica finished her drink and slid her bank card across the bar to close her tab, just as a slightly older, redheaded woman in a dark suit slid up next to her.

“Surely you’re not going home alone,” the redhead spoke in a sultry whisper, offering Jessica a gentle smile as the bank card was returned. Jessica felt the redhead’s hand slip against her knee. The redhand’s hand was soft against Jessica’s skin, as she pushed the dress up her thigh. Jessica’s skin prickled, and her back straightened a bit.

“Oh, I’m straight,” Jessica whispered quickly, dismissing the redhead, as she took the card and slid it into her handbag.

The redhead smiled as Jessica spoke and nodded a bit, her fingertips brushing against the inside of Jessica’s thigh, pressing her legs open just a bit beneath the bar. “I know,” Serina whispered back, stepping back from the bar and removing her hand from Jessica’s thigh. Jessica nearly whimpered.

“I’m Serina,” the redhead said with a smirk, offering her hand to the other woman.

Jessica was hooked. Her eyes flickered to the extended hand, and she took it with hardly a hint of hesitation. She held Serina’s hand all the way upstairs, to the fourth floor suite Serina had checked into several days earlier. Once there, Serina stepped inside. Jessica followed, and Serina took her handbag, tossing it to the floor. In one swift move, Serina stepped back, pressing Jessica’s slender back against the door.

“I have never…” Jessica whispered, her back arching as Serina closed in against her. Her legs parted almost instinctively, as Serina’s hand dipped between them to brush against Jessica’s dampening panties. Jessica seemed to forget whatever it was she was going to say, and her legs weakened. Serina laughed gently as she held the girl up, pressing her harder against the hotel room door.

Searching fingers reached beneath Jessica’s dress. Serina tugged Jessica’s panties down her hips and helped her to step out of them, before tossing them aside. Jessica moaned, her back arching back against the door, as Serina’s mouth found the wild heat growing between her legs. It was intoxicating. Serina brushed her mouth against the delicate folds of Jessica’s body, parting her body with her tongue. Serina’s tongue flicked against Jessica’s clit, teasing it gently, tugging it carefully with her teeth. Serina slid a long, slender finger into Jessica, curling it slightly to tease all the right places.

Jessica’s moaned and her body tensed, but Serina pulled away. Jessica looked to the buxom redhead desperately, pleadingly. Serina shook her finger at the girl to scold her.

“Oh, no. Not yet, sweetheart.”

She didn’t want her coming too soon. Particularly not when she had other plans.

Serina pulled Jessica from the wall and yanked the silk dress up around her waist. She pushed the younger girl against the unmade bed and quickly removed her own clothes. Serina undid her blouse. Her breasts tumbled from her bra, as it, too, was discarded. Finally, Serina undid the button of her trousers, and Jessica’s eyes widened as Serina revealed what she wore beneath. A thick, man-made cock bounced free.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” Serina asked the blonde with a smile, watching as Jessica whimpered, her hips lifting and bucking at the thought. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Serina climbed over the blonde, flicking her tongue against Jessica’s nipple, her fingers again traveling between the blonde’s legs. Jessica whimpered and moaned, rocking her body against her new lover’s fingers.

Serina sat back on her legs, positioning the cock against Jessica’s slippery entrance. Jessica studied the other woman, watching her with careful, curious eyes. Serina teased Jessica’s wet folds with the head of her cock, letting it brush against her now throbbing clit.

“Mm. Are you sure you want me to fuck you, Sweetie?” Serina teased.

The young woman beneath her whimpered, her hips rising at the teasing cock head. “Yes. Please. I want you to fuck me.”.

Serina’s mouth turned up in a smirk as she plunged into the blonde, the cock filling her to the brink. Jessica cried out, wrapping her legs around the redheaded stranger. Serina held her hips while she fucked her, driving the cock home, again and again. Serina watched as her cock filled the woman beneath her. Jessica’s back arched as she came, collapsing back against Serina’s bed.

Perhaps this business trip wasn’t going to be so lonely after all.

As the cab idled next to a brick building with shuttered windows, Sara looked at the slip of paper crumpled in her hand again to check the address. Yes, this was it. She had just gone through a bad breakup, and her friend Elise had slipped the paper into her hand at a party the night before.

“I know you are trying to forget him,” Elise had said quietly. “Go here tomorrow night, and they will help you. Just follow the instructions.”

Sara slipped her fare to the driver and stepped out into the night. As the car drove away, she realized how dark it was on the street. Suddenly, the door in front of her opened a crack and spilled light out onto the dark sidewalk.

She tentatively pushed the door open and stepped inside. She was in a hallway with marble floors, and a carved wooden table stood in front of her. The table held a card of the same cream paper as the night before. She opened the card with trembling hands and read the instructions in the dim light.

Welcome. You must make a decision. You have made the journey here, and you must decide whether or not you will complete it. If not, you may leave now. Otherwise, continue down the hallway.

She took a deep breath. She was here, so she may as well. She pushed open the door at the end of the hallway and found herself in a small room where another card waited for her on another table beside a simple wooden box.

Remove the items from the box and put them on the table. Remove your clothes and all other personal items and place them in the box; they will be returned later. Put on what’s in the box and proceed to the next room.

She opened the box and found a beautiful, lacy pair of panties and a corset. She took off what she was wearing, fastened the corset, and slid the panties up over her hips. To her shock, the panties were crotchless, and while both they and the corset fit her perfectly, her breasts were pushed up and were spilling over the top. She stepped through the third door.

She was in a room lit only by candles, empty save for the bed in the center of the room. A strip of fabric, a ball gag and another envelope were in the center of the bed. She walked across the room and opened the last card.

You’ve come to the end of your journey- but it is only the beginning. Blindfold and gag yourself, and then wait on your hands and knees. Whatever happens, do not make any noise.

She followed the instructions, and as she waited, she could feel her pulse thrumming in her veins, and the heat beginning to collect in her cunt. A few moments later, a door in the opposite direction from where she had entered the room opened. A hand brushed over her ass and across her wet folds. She was dripping with need, her skin tingling in anticipation. The fingers slipped inside of her, one, then two, then three, pushing against her g-spot as she strained back toward the mysterious person. It was everything she could do not to moan aloud when the questing fingers were replaced by a tongue, swirling around her clit and probing inside of her.

She never came quickly normally, but the risk and the mystery coupled with the fingers once again pressing against her g-spot caused her to come, hard and fast, as she bit down on her lower lip to keep from crying out. Without waiting for her to recover, the stranger replaced their fingers with a long, hard, ribbed object, filling her cunt more than she had ever been filled. The object pumped in and out, gaining tempo, until she came again and again, more intensely than she had ever come in her life. Just when she thought she couldn’t bear anymore, the stranger left, taking the delicious fingers and tongue and toy with them.

She collapsed on the bed, unable to support herself any longer, and when she finally had enough energy to remove the blindfold and the gag she found another envelope on the bed beside her.

Thank you for visiting. Although you cannot return, we hope you found your stay pleasurable. Please give the enclosed card to someone else you think is in need of our services.

She looked in the envelope again and found a second, smaller slip of paper, identical to the one Elise had given her at the party. A slow grin lifted the corners of Sara’s mouth. She felt better than she had in weeks, and she certainly knew others who would benefit from the experience.