Bi curious Mary explores

"Pete, this is so embarrassing," Fiona giggled, her eyes wide with mischief. "You can't just leave me with your wife all night like this."

"Trust me, she's a riot once she loosens up." Pete winked at her as he adjusted his tie in the mirror. "Just keep her out of trouble, and I'll owe you one."

Fiona rolled her eyes playfully. "I'll try my best, but no promises."

The charity ball was in full swing, a glittering sea of tuxedos and evening gowns that filled the grand hotel ballroom. Fiona looked stunning in her simple black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. Mary, on the other hand, looked a resplendent in her burgundy channel original, her eyes scanning the room with a mix of excitement and apprehension.

Mary leaned over to Fiona as they sipped their champagne. "So, tell me, Fi," she slurred slightly, "How does it feel to be, you know, different?"

Fiona raised an eyebrow. "Different? Like how?"

"You know," Mary whispered, her cheeks flushing, "being...gay."

Fiona laughed it off, taking a moment to appreciate the irony. She had always found Mary's jealousy over her working relationship with Pete amusing. Now, the tables had turned. "It's just who I am, Mary. Nothing to be sorry about."

The conversation grew louder as the alcohol flowed, and Fiona found herself recounting tales of past flings and heartaches, the kind of stories that usually stayed within the confines of her close-knit lesbian friend group. But with each intimate detail, she noticed Mary's gaze becoming more intense, her breath shallower. The curiosity in her eyes was unmistakable.

"Let's get some fresh air," Fiona suggested, guiding Mary away from the crowd and down the hallway. "You seem like you need to cool off."

The office was quiet, a stark contrast to the thumping bass and laughter echoing from the ballroom. Pete had given her the key, insisting she'd need a break from all the networking. As Fiona handed Mary a glass of water, she noticed the way her hand trembled slightly. Was it the drinks or something else?

"I'm sorry," Mary mumbled, "I didn't mean to be so...forward."

Fiona leaned back in the chair opposite her, crossing her legs. "Don't worry about it. I know it can be fascinating to learn about people's experiences outside your own." She took a sip of her drink, watching as Mary's eyes searched hers for something unspoken. "But, I'm guessing you're not just asking out of pure curiosity?"

Mary's blush deepened, and she took a large gulp of water. "Maybe not," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've always been...curious."

Fiona felt a spark of something, a thrill she hadn't expected. She had always suspected that Mary was bi-curious, but the way she was looking at her now, it was as if she was seeing Fiona for the first time. "Well," she began, setting her glass down, "if you have questions, I'm an open book."

The tension in the room grew thick, like the sweet scent of the roses that adorned the desk between them. Fiona leaned in closer, her eyes locked onto Mary's. "But only if you're sure you can handle it."

Mary's heart raced. This was not how she had planned to spend her evening, but she found herself eager to hear more, to explore this uncharted territory. She nodded, her eyes never leaving Fiona's.

"Okay," Fiona said softly, "but remember, I'm only telling you this because you're Pete's wife."

Mary nodded again, her curiosity piqued. She had no idea what she was getting herself into, but she couldn't resist the allure of the story that was about to unfold.

Fiona took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving Mary's. "So, you want to know what it's like, huh?" She began to describe her first kiss with a woman, the electricity that had surged through her body, and the feeling of coming home to herself in that moment. Mary listened intently, her pupils dilating as she imagined the scene Fiona painted with her words.

As Fiona shared more of her experiences, Mary found herself leaning in, their knees now touching under the desk. The air grew heavier, charged with an unspoken desire that neither woman could ignore.

Mary's gaze drifted to Fiona's long legs, which she had always admired from afar. The fabric of her dress hugged them tightly, revealing their strength and allure. She felt her own panties growing wetter with every word, and she had to force herself to focus on the conversation. "Fiona," she began, her voice a bit shaky, "have you ever... you know, been with a man?"

Fiona chuckled, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Nope, I figured out I was gay when I was fifteen," she replied with a shake of her head. "I had a boyfriend, but it just didn't feel right." She paused, her expression growing more serious. "When I finally kissed a girl, it was like everything clicked into place. It was the most natural thing in the world."

Mary nodded, her mind racing. She had never dared to voice her own curiosity about women, not even to herself. But here she was, in her husband's office, discussing it with his assistant. It felt both thrilling and wrong, but she couldn't help the ache building inside her. "What was it like?" she asked, her voice a mix of fascination and longing.

Fiona leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "It was like nothing I'd ever felt before," she whispered, her voice low and seductive. "Soft, tender, and...perfect."

Mary felt her breath hitch in her chest. The desire she had kept buried for so long was now bubbling to the surface, threatening to spill over. She licked her lips, her heart pounding in her ears. "Could you...show me?"

Fiona's smile grew wider, and she reached out to cup Mary's cheek gently. "Are you sure?" she asked, her thumb tracing the line of her jaw.

Mary nodded, her eyes never leaving Fiona's. "Yes," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.

The moment hung in the air between them, filled with anticipation. Fiona leaned in, her breath warm against Mary's skin. Then, she closed the distance between them, pressing her lips to Mary's in a soft, tentative kiss. Mary's eyes fluttered closed, and she moaned, feeling a rush of pleasure unlike anything she had ever experienced with Pete.

As Fiona's tongue slipped into her mouth, Mary felt herself melting into the chair, her body responding in ways she never knew it could. The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, and she found herself wrapping her arms around Fiona's waist, pulling her closer.

Fiona's hand slid up to the back of Mary's neck, her grip firm and possessive. The kiss grew more passionate, their bodies entwined in a dance of desire. The sound of their breaths mingled with the faint echo of the party outside, a stark contrast to the intimate scene unfolding in the quiet office.

Mary's hand found its way to Fiona's thigh, caressing the smooth skin beneath her dress. She felt the muscles tighten beneath her touch, and she grew bolder, her hand sliding higher.

Fiona broke the kiss, her eyes dark with lust. "Are you sure you want to do this?" she murmured, her breath hot against Mary's ear.

Mary nodded, her breathing ragged. "More than anything."

Fiona's hand slid up to cup Mary's face, and she kissed her again, their tongues dancing together in a symphony of passion. The hand that had been resting on Fiona's thigh now roamed higher, gripping the soft fabric of her dress, pulling her closer still.

Mary's body was alight with sensation, every nerve ending tingling with the excitement of the unknown. She had never felt so alive, so hungry for connection. She reached for Fiona's zipper, her trembling hands eager to explore what lay beneath.

With a gentle tug, the dress fell away, revealing a matching set of black lingerie that left little to the imagination. Fiona's breasts were full and firm, and as Mary's eyes took in the sight, she felt a thrill of desire shoot straight to her core. She had seen Pete's naked body countless times, but this was different. This was a woman, a creature of beauty and power, and she wanted her.

Their kiss grew more heated as Mary's hands explored Fiona's body, her palms caressing the smooth skin of her back, her fingertips tracing the line of her spine. Fiona groaned, arching into the touch, her own hands roaming over Mary's curves with a hunger that matched her own.

The sound of the zipper echoed through the room, and Mary felt the warmth of Fiona's skin as the dress fell away completely. They broke apart for a moment, their eyes meeting in a silent agreement before Fiona reached behind her to unclasp her bra, letting her breasts spill free.

Mary's eyes widened at the sight, and she couldn't resist leaning in to kiss the soft mounds, her tongue flicking against Fiona's erect nipples. Fiona's gasp was music to her ears, and she felt a surge of power and desire as she continued to explore her newfound lover's body.

Their breaths mingled as they kissed again, their bodies now pressed tightly together. Fiona's hand slipped down to the hem of Mary's dress, her fingertips grazing the soft flesh of her thigh. The touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure through Mary's body.

Fiona's hand continued to glide upwards, and as it reached the apex of her thighs, Mary's legs parted instinctively. She felt the heat of Fiona's hand through the fabric of her panties, and she knew she was soaking wet. She wanted more, needed more.

Their kiss grew more frantic as Fiona's hand slid under the lace, her fingers finding their way to the slickness that awaited her. Mary's hips bucked, her breath hitching in her throat as she was overwhelmed by the sensation.

Fiona's thumb circled her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure as her other fingers delved deeper, exploring Mary's folds. The intensity grew, and Mary could feel her orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that was unlike anything she had ever experienced with Pete.

Their bodies moved in unison, driven by a primal need that neither could resist. The tension in the room was palpable, a heady mix of desire and excitement that fueled their every move.

Mary's eyes fluttered shut as Fiona's touch grew more insistent, her breath coming in gasps as she neared the edge. The world outside the office door faded away, leaving only the two of them and the sound of their muffled moans.

The pressure grew, and with a cry that was half pleasure, half surprise, Mary came, her body convulsing in Fiona's arms. She had never felt so alive, so free, and as she collapsed against her, she knew she was forever changed.