When Ben felt love for the trippie Bailey – 02

Bailey didn’t go home until Sunday afternoon. We still had no resolution. We invited her back on Tuesday for tea.

We’d all had time to think and we came up with just carry on as we were. With Bailey living close by as a friend. It was a pretty poor answer and didn’t solve anything. But it was all we could think of.

We settled into a rhythm. Bailey would come to us for dinner on Tuesdays. Rosalie and Bailey would still meet up every other week or sometimes more often. If they went out on a Thursday evening, Bailey would drive. If they went on a Friday Bailey would drive to our place and they would get a taxi to the restaurant, and I would pick them up. I wasn’t happy with the two beautiful loves of my life being out at night. Yes, I admitted to myself I did love Bailey. A few times I went with them on a Friday, it was a very comfortable, pleasant evening.

Life settled down.

I thought Rosalie and I were making love more often and having more kinky sex as well. Maybe it was so that I wasn’t tempted by Bailey. I must admit I wanted to make love to Bailey, but I had made a vow, and I will stick to it.

Bailey would stay the weekend sleeping in the spare bedroom, which we called the Olde Trip girl’s room. We would have comfortable weekends there were always touching between the three of us, and little smiles.

I did ask Bailey if she was okay, she told me she was content with what we had, yes, she wanted more but was happy with what she was getting. When she moved here, she knew what the rules were and was happy with things as they stood. At least she could be around me and she had become very fond of Rosalie.

Winter was coming and it was cold. Saturday evening would often find the three of us cuddled together on the sofa with me in the middle watching telly. Rosalie and I rarely had sex when Bailey was in the house after that first night. Rosalie made it up to me when Bailey wasn’t here.

Knowing I was picking them up they would sometimes be, how can we say, a little in their cups. They may have had more than one bottle of wine between them. There would be a lot of giggling in the car on the way home.

It had become obvious that these two had become firm friends. Rosalie told me it was because they had something in common, I sort of guessed what it was.

It was one of those Fridays that I collected them from the restaurant that things started to unravel. Definitely more than one bottle of wine.

As I pulled up, they were both deep in conversation. They had their arms around each other, they got in, in their usual places. Rosalie in the front and Bailey in the center of the back of the car so she could chat to both of us.

Bailey leaned forward and as if carrying on their conversation and asked Rosalie. “So, will you show me your corset tomorrow? The one you got married in.”

“Do you want to see the black satin one as well, that’s my favorite.” Rosalie giggled. “That one really gets him going.”

“Hang on.” I said, louder than I expected. “I hope you’re not talking about our sex life with Bailey?”

“I didn’t tell her how you tie me up and tease me.”

“Well you have now.” Bloody Hell.

She put her hands to her mouth and giggled. “Opps I have, haven’t I.”

I don’t think she saw it as serious as I did, sharing our bedroom secrets, even with Bailey.

If Bailey could lean any further forward with the seat belt on, she would have done.

“You kinky pair, I wanted Darren to do that to me, he wouldn’t, said it was perverted.”

I am getting grumpy now. “Hang on, what we do is between us, I don’t want you telling all and sundry what we get up to in the bedroom.”

Rosalie got her grumpy back at me. “It’s not all and sundry it’s only Bailey.” Then she giggled again and said quietly. “What about what we do on the sofa?”

I didn’t answer, I think she finally twigged that I was not happy. It got cold and quiet in the car for the rest of the trip home. Fortunately, it wasn’t far.

It wasn’t late when we got there, they would normally sit and chat, with me having a beer as I had been driving. Not tonight. Rosalie went straight upstairs.

Bailey came up to me, she put her arms around my neck, it felt good, it wasn’t something we did often.

“Please don’t blame her, I was asking about her underwear for her wedding, I’ve seen your wedding photos and she looks fantastic, I was just asking, sorry I didn’t realize you wanted it kept a secret.” She kissed me briefly on the lips. “I’d better get a taxi home, I’ll come and pick my car up tomorrow.”

“No it’s okay. I’m probably being too picky, but I wish she hadn’t mentioned the tying up stuff.”

She laughed at me. “Oh, I’m glad she did, I can add that to my fantasies.”

“Fantasies?”

“I can’t have you, but at least I have my fantasies. And now that’s another one I can have.” She gave me a squeeze and disengaged herself from me. Looking at me she said. “Do you want a drink? I think you need a beer.”

“I would love one, but I’d better go and see how Rosalie is, I think I upset her.” I went upstairs to our bedroom.

Rosalie was sitting on the bed, she looked sad. I sat beside her and put my arm around her. “Sorry sweetheart, just that I don’t like sharing our bedroom secrets. Even with Bailey.”

“No, It’s my fault. She is so close to us I didn’t realize I’d done it, especially the tying up bit.”

I held my hand out. “Come on, I need a beer. Let’s go and see Bailey. She wanted to go home, but I asked her to stay. I didn’t want her to be on her own.”

We went downstairs, I had my beer, the girls had a small glass of wine. I think they had sobered up a bit. We chatted. We skirted talking about underwear. We all went to bed, our own beds at the usual time.

Breakfast the following morning was normal for us. The girls went shopping, I did the housework, got some logs in for the fire and as it was cold outside I put a stew in the slow cooker for tea tonight.

They came back from shopping late afternoon with mainly the food we would want for the rest of the week. They also unloaded my favorite beer onto the kitchen table.

Bailey opened one for me, offered it to me. As I reached for it, she pulled it back. “Ben, this is a bribe. Please can I see Rosalie’s wedding corset, it’s out in the open now, so can I please?”

A picture flashed through my mind, naughty but nice.

Rosalie came up beside me and whispered into my ear. “Please, If you do, I’ll have a surprise for you.”

“More bribery, dare I ask what the surprise is?”

Rosalie stepped back, laughed and said. “You can ask, but I won’t tell you. And there is no point in asking Bailey, I haven’t told her either.” I think she was trying to make up for her slip up yesterday and letting me know she had realized what had made me unhappy and wasn’t going to do it again.

I lunged forward and took the beer from Bailey’s hand. “Okay, you two win, she knows about the black one, you might as well show her that one as well.”

We finished off our jobs, I lit the fire, we had the stew on trays in front of it. It was all very cozy. I had assumed that whilst I was busy Rosalie had shown Bailey the corsets.

I was looking through the telly channels finding something to watch when the girls came back from clearing the trays and headed towards the stairs.