Telling my secrets, part one

I went away with my friend Sally last weekend. Truth is, I've wanted to tell her for a while a bit about the lifestyle we've chosen to live. As we had been talking about her wanting to sleep with other people, I decided to tell her about thing things Sean and I have been talking about recently. She already knew, somehow, that I like women so I went on to tell her that we were thinking about "getting a girlfriend". At first, there was a little surprise, but soon after there was something else... something like jealousy.

Our conversation carried on into the small hours and, as late night conversations do, the topic of sex carried on being the main theme. Sally and I talked about our recent meet ups as two couples, and we discovered that there was a lot of flirtation there. There always has been, and we all love it. We've always joked about two or more of us going off to another room and getting it on. Sally and I wondered about this and I finally said what we'd both been thinking: "How serious are you about the flirting and sleeping with one of us?"

There was silence for a while. I started to wish I had never said anything, that I had just gone to sleep. Then she said "Well, I don't know. Can I be blunt?" I nodded in the darkness, she carried on "I don't think it's all just fun. I think I'm quite serious about it all". I rolled over to face her. Just what did she mean? She said, "do you think we actually could -" she paused, not wanting to say more in case I didn't want to know. I didn't know what to say, I didn't know exactly what she was implying. She rolled over on to her back, breaking eye contact with me. Well, this was a little awkward...