Freya was a bit surprised when her wife suggested that they might invite Morgen back to their loft that same evening and gave her a sideways glance, raising her eyebrows. What was even more surprising though was Jourdan announcing her need to use the bathroom and that she wanted Freya to accompany her. This was highly irregular and while Freya nodded she began to realise that seeing Morgen again after all these years had awakened something in her wife, some deeply rooted lust for him. It would of course not be a big deal as such considering their openness when it came to the possibility of having partners outside their marriage. In a sense she had half expected her wife to be the first to take that step outside of theory and fantasy and that it would be with a man rather than with a woman. After all no toy, no matter how elaborate, could ever really replace an actual cock. Freya had heard enough of her bisexual friends claim this, even Jourdan had hinted at it on several occasions.<br/><br/>She took a large mouthful of beer and asked Morgen to order them another round of Lambfell Moar before excusing herself to follow Jourdan to the bathrooms at the back of the tavern. Since they almost never went to the bathroom together unless to have a quick conference Freya was about to ask Jourdan what was up, even if she had a good idea what, when her wife nudged her into the stall furthest from the door and began to kiss her. This was of course another reason they on occasion went to the bathroom together, a quickie that would at least take the edge of the arousal until they got back home, but it was clear that this was not the reason Jourdan had brought her to the bathroom when, between passionate kisses and Freya pressing her body up against her wife's, her thigh between her legs, she began talking about fate.<br/><br/>Freya didn't let her wife come up for breath to say what she was suggesting except in a breathless whisper. As Jourdan adjusted her legs, spread them more open to give Freya's thigh better access to her crotch  but also give Freya access to rub her own crotch on her wife's thigh, she nodded. It was as she had expected and still a lot more than she had thought. It was an idea that had honestly not even crossed her mind but of course it would make perfect sense. She slid her hands up Jourdan's untucked blouse, found her soft round breasts and gave them both a playful squeeze. She was more than a little turned on by her wife in that moment.<br/><br/>At that point they were interrupted by the door to the bathrooms opening and closing. Freya straightened her shirt and ran a hand through her hair before giving Jourdan a nod to signal that she was not against the idea as such and existed the stall. Outside, touching up her make up, was the redhead Morgen had been checking out. Freya washed her hands and gave the redhead a smile. Perhaps a foursome, now that it seemed their theoretically open marriage was about to be put into practise. Moments later Jourdan would exit the stall, perhaps drawing a bit of attention to herself from the redhead who might suspect in part what had been going on in there before her arrival.