I could tell that J was bi-curious from the first time we met. The way her eyes lingered on my lips when I drank my tea, or when I spotted her looking down my blouse when she stood over my computer at work. I never said anything though as she was also married and would often wax lyrical about how great D was. We had drinks with some other girls from the office after work one evening, two of the girls left after a few glasses of fizz leaving just J, me and another girl. J’s phone went - it was D, saying that he was a few minutes away and would pick her up outside. J offered us both a lift home. Our colleague declined saying she had a few bits to pick up on the way home, I accepted keen to see what D looked like. We stepped out onto the street and J linked into my arm and was chattering about how nice it was to be more social when a car pulled up - it was clearly D as the window came down, he called out Taxi her for two hot ladies. Cheeky I thought, nevertheless I climbed into the back seat. To my surprise J also got in the back, and told D her address - carrying on with the playfulness. As D drove I took him in. Yep could see why J raved about him. He was really attractive - salt and pepper hair, a light tan, and what looked like strong arms gripping the wheel, fingers tapping to the music being played. J was watching me, watching him. I gave her a wink of approval. In return she lent into me a whispered in my ear, I’d like you to come back to ours and have some fun with us. My pussy instantly began to twitch in excitement - I hadn’t expected this at all! D looked at us in the back seat, and quizzed J what was she up to? Looked like mischief.... she laughed and retorted “would you mind if it were mischief?”, “Not in the slightest being his response”. Would you like me to continue?