Excerpted from “What’s My Wife Doing With That Guy?”
My wife Sarah invited her friend Tom over for dinner one night and we all had a few drinks together in the living room afterward. Sarah and Tom sat together on the couch while I sat in my easy chair across from them and I noticed them inching closer and closer together the drunker we all got. Pretty soon they were nudged right up against one another and finding excuses to touch each other’s arm or leg over and over again. I was a little embarrassed because I could sense the sexual tension between them and I felt an odd pang when Sarah made an exaggerated point at laughing at all of Tom’s jokes.
“Boy, you guys are getting quite, uh, comfy there on the couch,” I commented, taking a sip of my Merlot.
“Aren’t we though?” laughed my wife, throwing an arm around Tom’s back and putting her head on his shoulder. She batted her eyelashes at me to tease me and I just gulped with jealousy but couldn’t think of a witty reply.
“Of course, it’s perfectly harmless, John,” said Tom, as he casually draped his arm across my wife’s shoulder so that they sat arm in arm across from me.
“Sure, but, you know,” I said lamely, which made my wife giggle and lift her head off of Tom’s chest.
“John, look at you, you are getting jealous,” she chuckled, pointing a tipsy finger of accusation at me.
“No, I’m not, I’m not,” I insisted , putting my glass down with a clunk and waving my hands at them defensively. “You know me, I’m not like that.”
“I think you’re jealous that I’ve been paying so much attention to Tom all night,” said Sarah, turning to gaze at Tom with frank admiration. “I know I’ve been a terribly open about my crush on him.”
“I’m not, uh, what? A crush?” I stammered. I looked helplessly at Tom who started blushing deeply as he avoided my gaze.
“But you’re not jealous,” said my wife tugging the hem of her dress down and putting her hands on her knees primly.
“No, no,” I agreed, feeling slightly sick to my stomach.
“Of course, Sarah and I are just good friends, nothing to be jealous of,” said Tom looking at my wife searchingly.
“Right, obviously,” I said, forcing a wry smile.
“So you wouldn’t mind if I gave Tom a friendly kiss?” asked my wife. She kept her tone neutral and gazed at me placidly while I squirmed in my seat.”
“I mean, well, a kiss?” I asked. I rubbed my mouth as I worried about her level of drunkenness. Was she serious?
“Sure, just a friendly smooch. Since you aren’t jealous,” she said, struggling not to smile.
“I mean, you almost sound like you WANT me to be jealous,” I said. I tried to manufacture a convincing laugh.
“Not at all dear, why would I?” asked Sarah, putting her hand to chest dramatically. “I just find it odd that you wouldn’t feel a bit of jealousy when I show some interest in another man. Do you think my days as a sexual being are over?”
“Oh jeez, not this argument again. Of course you are still a sexual being, you are only forty after all,” I said. I hated when she got like this. She was so insecure about growing older.
“I think you are very sexy,” offered Tom. He looked pointedly at my wife’s boobs and it was her turn to color slightly.
“Well then, give me a little kiss Tom,” she said puckering her lips and closing her eyes.
“But that’s, you know, kind of pushing it,” I said weakly.
“I’ll just give her a quick peck,” said Tom, taking my wife into his arms easily. Their lips touched tentatively for a moment, then Sarach wrapped her arms around him and pressed her mouth fiercely again Tom’s.
“Um, really Sarah?” I asked, feeling annoyed. She was deliberately trying to make jealous for some reason. Of course I was fucking jealous to see her kissing this guy right on the lips after fawning over him all night. But something rebelled within me and I refused to openly admit it. I just sat watching in fascination as Tom and my wife kissed more and more passionately on the couch in front of me. They twisted their faces back and forth as their tongues flicked between their mouths and I could feel my penis starting to swell even as the anger and jealousy rose within me. Tom’s hand slid down to rest on one of Sarah’s protruding breasts and she moaned in pleasure in response.
“Uh, easy there buddy,” I said, but they just ignored me.
Sarah reached down and started rubbing the lump in the crotch of Tom’s pants and I yelped indignantly. “Sarah, for Chrissake! What are you doing? Are you touching his goddamn penis?”
Sarah and Tom broke away from each other and my wife gave me a bleary look, guilty and muddled by drink. “Oh shit, sorry. Yes, I was rubbing Tom’s penis a little,” she admitted, gritting her teeth in contrition.
“And he was feeling up your boob!” I exclaimed, feeling strangely excited at the thought. “Of course I’m going to feel jealous when you do stuff like that.”
“Oh gosh, I’m sorry honey,” she said, edging away from Tom on the couch ever so slightly as she leaned forward toward me. “We got a bit carried away there for a moment.”
“I’ll say,” I agreed, nodding my head vigorously. “I mean, penis touching.”
“And boob squeezing,” said Sarah, glancing over at Tom and touching her breasts. “Not very appropriate for a married woman, I admit.”
“But, you know, just harmless fun really,” said Tom, reaching down to wrestle with protrusion between his legs while Sarah looked on with interest.
“Harmless, ha, yeah, well I don’t really feel comfortable when my wife grabs another fellow’s johnson while he’s pinching her breasts,” I said. My own penis growing more and more engorged with blood as I thought about the incident.
“Are you still hard?” blurted Sarah as she watched Tom handling his boner through his slacks.
“Sarah!” I said, aghast at how excited my wife was getting over Tom’s penis.
“What? His penis was really really stiff when I touched it just now,” said Sarah, putting on an innocent face.
“I’m sure it was, you two were really going at it,” I said, worried that my wife might see the erection growing in my own pants. “You definitely succeeded in making me jealous.”
“But Tom said it was just harmless fun,” said Sarah. She paused and looked at me seriously. “I mean what harm can come if I touch Tom’s penis a little bit?”
“Uh, what do you mean?” I asked, growing flustered. She must be have been ***** as hell at that point.
“It sure didn’t harm me,” said Tom with a toothy grin.
“Of course, as a husband, I don’t like to see that,” I said lamely. “I mean, Sarah’s my wife.”
“Aren’t I still your wife?” asked Sarah. “Even after touching Tom’s penis?”
“Well of course,” I sputtered, not liking where this was going.
“It’s not as though you would divorce me just for grabbing another man’s equipment,” coaxed Sarah, examining me shrewdly.
“Divorce? Of course not. Don’t be ridiculous,” I chuckled awkwardly. “It’s just, you know, it’s upsetting.”
“It upsets you to watch us making each other happy?” asked my wife pointedly. “I mean, how does it hurt you if Tom and I give each other a little pleasure?” She reached out boldly and grabbed Tom’s bulge again. “I like how hard Tom’s penis is. It’s making me excited.”
“Sarah, you are *****, darling,” I said. “Maybe we should ask Tom to go.”
“I don’t want to cause any problems, but I don’t want to go either,” said Tom simply. He looked at Sarah and not at me. “Maybe we should take this into the bedroom.”
“I agree,” agreed Sarah. She climbed unsteadily to her feet and hauled Tom up using both hands.
“Erm, the bedroom?” I asked incredulously. Sarah took Tom by the hand and lead him down the hall toward our bedroom.
I sat there in a daze for a moment, unable to believe what was happening. My wife and her guy friend were getting ready to go get it on in our bedroom as though it were a perfectly harmless. Just two people pleasuring each other. Why would her husband object to that?
“Honey, come on!” called Sarah from the other room. “Aren’t you joining us?”
I snapped to my senses and climbed out of my chair stiffly. “This is fucking ludicrous, Sarah,” I called, my knees creaking from sitting still for so long as I hurried down the hall. When I got to the bedroom, I found Sarah and Tom already half-undressed. The bedroom was dark except for a slim beam of light that escaped from the closet, the door slightly ajar. As my eyes adjusted I could see my wife in the dim light standing in her bra and panties. Tom already had his shirt and pants off and was standing in his boxers. His stiff penis formed a lewd bulge in his shorts. “Jesus fuck, Sarah. What are you doing?” I gasped.
“You don’t need to get so upset, dear,” she said soothingly as she took off her bra and unfettered her lovely breasts.
“Wow,” said Tom, gazing at my wife’s bare breasts.
“Do you like them?” asked Sarah bashfully, pinching her nipples to make them hard for Tom.
“Sarah, you can’t just take your top off in front of another man like this,” I said, struggling to find the right words.
“I know this must be making you jealous, dear,” she said sympathetically. “But look how excited Tom is.” She bent over and yanked Tom’s underwear down, freeing his stiff boner which popped out and stood proudly at attention.
“Yeah, I don’t think he’s going to be really sympathetic to that,” mumbled Tom, eying my wife’s body. “Take your panties off and get on the bed.”
“Ok,” agreed Sarah. She slid her panties off, exposed her bush for him and climbing onto the bed.
“Sarah, what the hell?” I asked, standing by impotently while Tom climbed up onto the bed next to my wife and started sucking on one of her nipples.
Sarah gasped with pleasure and reached down to yank Tom’s dick.
“What did you say, dear?” she asked me.
“Look at you,” I said, gesturing helplessly as my wife gave Tom a handjob and he sucked on her tits. “You guys are practically fucking over there.”
“Just let us try something,” she said. A thrill ran through me as I watched my wife throw back her head back while Tom slipped his hand between her legs and started fingering her clitoris.
“Tom, are you really going to finger my wife like this right in front of me?” I demanded. I felt as though I should intervene somehow, but I didn’t know what to do. Should I grab Tom and pull him off my wife? That seemed sort of extreme somehow.
“Hold on, dear, hold that thought,” grunted my wife as she bent down and started sucking Tom’s dick lustily.
He looked me in the eye and sighed with satisfaction while my wife’ head bobbed up and down on his cock. “Let us do our thing, John. Just go with it.”
“Go with it, Tom? Go with it? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I asked, waving my arms feebly.
Sarah unfastened her mouth from Tom’s erect penis and rolled over onto her stomach. She looked up at me innocently as she lifted her ass and offered her pussy to Tom. “Is it OK if Tom fucks me a little?” she asked, her voice raspy with arousal.
“A little? A little?” I demanded pacing back and forth. My own prick stiff as a board in my pants as Tom got on his knees behind my woman and lined his dick up with his cunt. “How do you fuck ‘just a little?’”
“Here, I’ll show you,” said Tom and he grabbed my wife’s hips and slowly eased his cock into her. Sarah whimpered with pleasure.
“Oh yes, oh yes, that’s good,” she moaned. “Don’t make us stop, now, John. What’s done is done. Try to understand.”
“I understand that I’m standing here watching my wife get fucked by another guy,” I said, feeling my dick swell painfully. “I’m pretty sure that’s not something you are supposed to do.”
“I guess that’s true,” admitted Tom as he started humping my wife harder and harder and eliciting louder and louder grunts of pleasure from her. “But sometime it’s good to be bad.”
“It’s definitely good to be bad, oh god,” gasped my wife.
“What’s the matter?” I asked my wife with concern.
“I’m just dicking her really good,” grunted Tom as he slammed his cock into my wife over and over again.
“I’m coming, I”m coming, hold my hand,” cried my wife, reaching out to me pleadingly.
“What?” I asked, taken aback,
“Hold my hand,” she begged, looking up at me plaintively, sweat flowing down her rosy cheeks.
“Oh shit,” I said, bending down and grabbing my wife’s outstretched hand as she ducked her head with Tom stabbing his cock in and out of her repeatedly. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Then I felt my wife shudder as she reach climax.
“Ah yeah, I felt that,” said Tom with satisfaction. “My turn, my turn, look out John, stand back,” Tom pulled out of my wife, jumped from the bed and pushed me aside roughly.
“Hey, what are you doing?” I cried, nearly falling over in my drunken state.
“Blowing my wad, you fool,” he cursed, jerking in dick in my wife’s face while she opened her mouth obediently to receive his ejaculation. I watched in sick fascination as Tom’s penis erupted with semen and spat forth glob after glob of sticky jizz into my wife’s waiting mouth and onto her rosy cheeks.
She giggled and latched her mouth onto his dong so she could finish him off.
“Nice, nice. That’s just wonderful,” I said when Tom pulled his dick out of my wife’s mouth gingerly.
“Oh, come on, that wasn’t so bad, now was it?” he asked, slapping me on the shoulder good naturedly as he looked around for his pants.
“I admit we got carried away,” said my wife, licking some of Tom’s spew from her chin. “But it felt really good to get fucked by a different man after all these years. You aren’t terribly hurt, are you darling?”
“I’m just numb right now, I don’t know how to feel,” I said.
“Hey, now, you should be happy for us,” said Tom as he finished dressing. “At least we let you watch this time.”
“What do you mean, this time?” I asked, stunned.
“Oops, never mind. See you later, Sarah,” and Tom rushed from the room.
“Sarah, what did he mean by ‘this time?’” I asked my wife.
“Oh, honey, that’s just, uh, a figure of speech,” said my wife, avoiding my gaze guiltily.
And I just looked at her in shock as the realization sank in slowly.
My wife Sarah invited her friend Tom over for dinner one night and we all had a few drinks together in the living room afterward. Sarah and Tom sat together on the couch while I sat in my easy chair across from them and I noticed them inching closer and closer together the drunker we all got. Pretty soon they were nudged right up against one another and finding excuses to touch each other’s arm or leg over and over again. I was a little embarrassed because I could sense the sexual tension between them and I felt an odd pang when Sarah made an exaggerated point at laughing at all of Tom’s jokes.
“Boy, you guys are getting quite, uh, comfy there on the couch,” I commented, taking a sip of my Merlot.
“Aren’t we though?” laughed my wife, throwing an arm around Tom’s back and putting her head on his shoulder. She batted her eyelashes at me to tease me and I just gulped with jealousy but couldn’t think of a witty reply.
“Of course, it’s perfectly harmless, John,” said Tom, as he casually draped his arm across my wife’s shoulder so that they sat arm in arm across from me.
“Sure, but, you know,” I said lamely, which made my wife giggle and lift her head off of Tom’s chest.
“John, look at you, you are getting jealous,” she chuckled, pointing a tipsy finger of accusation at me.
“No, I’m not, I’m not,” I insisted , putting my glass down with a clunk and waving my hands at them defensively. “You know me, I’m not like that.”
“I think you’re jealous that I’ve been paying so much attention to Tom all night,” said Sarah, turning to gaze at Tom with frank admiration. “I know I’ve been a terribly open about my crush on him.”
“I’m not, uh, what? A crush?” I stammered. I looked helplessly at Tom who started blushing deeply as he avoided my gaze.
“But you’re not jealous,” said my wife tugging the hem of her dress down and putting her hands on her knees primly.
“No, no,” I agreed, feeling slightly sick to my stomach.
“Of course, Sarah and I are just good friends, nothing to be jealous of,” said Tom looking at my wife searchingly.
“Right, obviously,” I said, forcing a wry smile.
“So you wouldn’t mind if I gave Tom a friendly kiss?” asked my wife. She kept her tone neutral and gazed at me placidly while I squirmed in my seat.”
“I mean, well, a kiss?” I asked. I rubbed my mouth as I worried about her level of drunkenness. Was she serious?
“Sure, just a friendly smooch. Since you aren’t jealous,” she said, struggling not to smile.
“I mean, you almost sound like you WANT me to be jealous,” I said. I tried to manufacture a convincing laugh.
“Not at all dear, why would I?” asked Sarah, putting her hand to chest dramatically. “I just find it odd that you wouldn’t feel a bit of jealousy when I show some interest in another man. Do you think my days as a sexual being are over?”
“Oh jeez, not this argument again. Of course you are still a sexual being, you are only forty after all,” I said. I hated when she got like this. She was so insecure about growing older.
“I think you are very sexy,” offered Tom. He looked pointedly at my wife’s boobs and it was her turn to color slightly.
“Well then, give me a little kiss Tom,” she said puckering her lips and closing her eyes.
“But that’s, you know, kind of pushing it,” I said weakly.
“I’ll just give her a quick peck,” said Tom, taking my wife into his arms easily. Their lips touched tentatively for a moment, then Sarach wrapped her arms around him and pressed her mouth fiercely again Tom’s.
“Um, really Sarah?” I asked, feeling annoyed. She was deliberately trying to make jealous for some reason. Of course I was fucking jealous to see her kissing this guy right on the lips after fawning over him all night. But something rebelled within me and I refused to openly admit it. I just sat watching in fascination as Tom and my wife kissed more and more passionately on the couch in front of me. They twisted their faces back and forth as their tongues flicked between their mouths and I could feel my penis starting to swell even as the anger and jealousy rose within me. Tom’s hand slid down to rest on one of Sarah’s protruding breasts and she moaned in pleasure in response.
“Uh, easy there buddy,” I said, but they just ignored me.
Sarah reached down and started rubbing the lump in the crotch of Tom’s pants and I yelped indignantly. “Sarah, for Chrissake! What are you doing? Are you touching his goddamn penis?”
Sarah and Tom broke away from each other and my wife gave me a bleary look, guilty and muddled by drink. “Oh shit, sorry. Yes, I was rubbing Tom’s penis a little,” she admitted, gritting her teeth in contrition.
“And he was feeling up your boob!” I exclaimed, feeling strangely excited at the thought. “Of course I’m going to feel jealous when you do stuff like that.”
“Oh gosh, I’m sorry honey,” she said, edging away from Tom on the couch ever so slightly as she leaned forward toward me. “We got a bit carried away there for a moment.”
“I’ll say,” I agreed, nodding my head vigorously. “I mean, penis touching.”
“And boob squeezing,” said Sarah, glancing over at Tom and touching her breasts. “Not very appropriate for a married woman, I admit.”
“But, you know, just harmless fun really,” said Tom, reaching down to wrestle with protrusion between his legs while Sarah looked on with interest.
“Harmless, ha, yeah, well I don’t really feel comfortable when my wife grabs another fellow’s johnson while he’s pinching her breasts,” I said. My own penis growing more and more engorged with blood as I thought about the incident.
“Are you still hard?” blurted Sarah as she watched Tom handling his boner through his slacks.
“Sarah!” I said, aghast at how excited my wife was getting over Tom’s penis.
“What? His penis was really really stiff when I touched it just now,” said Sarah, putting on an innocent face.
“I’m sure it was, you two were really going at it,” I said, worried that my wife might see the erection growing in my own pants. “You definitely succeeded in making me jealous.”
“But Tom said it was just harmless fun,” said Sarah. She paused and looked at me seriously. “I mean what harm can come if I touch Tom’s penis a little bit?”
“Uh, what do you mean?” I asked, growing flustered. She must be have been ***** as hell at that point.
“It sure didn’t harm me,” said Tom with a toothy grin.
“Of course, as a husband, I don’t like to see that,” I said lamely. “I mean, Sarah’s my wife.”
“Aren’t I still your wife?” asked Sarah. “Even after touching Tom’s penis?”
“Well of course,” I sputtered, not liking where this was going.
“It’s not as though you would divorce me just for grabbing another man’s equipment,” coaxed Sarah, examining me shrewdly.
“Divorce? Of course not. Don’t be ridiculous,” I chuckled awkwardly. “It’s just, you know, it’s upsetting.”
“It upsets you to watch us making each other happy?” asked my wife pointedly. “I mean, how does it hurt you if Tom and I give each other a little pleasure?” She reached out boldly and grabbed Tom’s bulge again. “I like how hard Tom’s penis is. It’s making me excited.”
“Sarah, you are *****, darling,” I said. “Maybe we should ask Tom to go.”
“I don’t want to cause any problems, but I don’t want to go either,” said Tom simply. He looked at Sarah and not at me. “Maybe we should take this into the bedroom.”
“I agree,” agreed Sarah. She climbed unsteadily to her feet and hauled Tom up using both hands.
“Erm, the bedroom?” I asked incredulously. Sarah took Tom by the hand and lead him down the hall toward our bedroom.
I sat there in a daze for a moment, unable to believe what was happening. My wife and her guy friend were getting ready to go get it on in our bedroom as though it were a perfectly harmless. Just two people pleasuring each other. Why would her husband object to that?
“Honey, come on!” called Sarah from the other room. “Aren’t you joining us?”
I snapped to my senses and climbed out of my chair stiffly. “This is fucking ludicrous, Sarah,” I called, my knees creaking from sitting still for so long as I hurried down the hall. When I got to the bedroom, I found Sarah and Tom already half-undressed. The bedroom was dark except for a slim beam of light that escaped from the closet, the door slightly ajar. As my eyes adjusted I could see my wife in the dim light standing in her bra and panties. Tom already had his shirt and pants off and was standing in his boxers. His stiff penis formed a lewd bulge in his shorts. “Jesus fuck, Sarah. What are you doing?” I gasped.
“You don’t need to get so upset, dear,” she said soothingly as she took off her bra and unfettered her lovely breasts.
“Wow,” said Tom, gazing at my wife’s bare breasts.
“Do you like them?” asked Sarah bashfully, pinching her nipples to make them hard for Tom.
“Sarah, you can’t just take your top off in front of another man like this,” I said, struggling to find the right words.
“I know this must be making you jealous, dear,” she said sympathetically. “But look how excited Tom is.” She bent over and yanked Tom’s underwear down, freeing his stiff boner which popped out and stood proudly at attention.
“Yeah, I don’t think he’s going to be really sympathetic to that,” mumbled Tom, eying my wife’s body. “Take your panties off and get on the bed.”
“Ok,” agreed Sarah. She slid her panties off, exposed her bush for him and climbing onto the bed.
“Sarah, what the hell?” I asked, standing by impotently while Tom climbed up onto the bed next to my wife and started sucking on one of her nipples.
Sarah gasped with pleasure and reached down to yank Tom’s dick.
“What did you say, dear?” she asked me.
“Look at you,” I said, gesturing helplessly as my wife gave Tom a handjob and he sucked on her tits. “You guys are practically fucking over there.”
“Just let us try something,” she said. A thrill ran through me as I watched my wife throw back her head back while Tom slipped his hand between her legs and started fingering her clitoris.
“Tom, are you really going to finger my wife like this right in front of me?” I demanded. I felt as though I should intervene somehow, but I didn’t know what to do. Should I grab Tom and pull him off my wife? That seemed sort of extreme somehow.
“Hold on, dear, hold that thought,” grunted my wife as she bent down and started sucking Tom’s dick lustily.
He looked me in the eye and sighed with satisfaction while my wife’ head bobbed up and down on his cock. “Let us do our thing, John. Just go with it.”
“Go with it, Tom? Go with it? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I asked, waving my arms feebly.
Sarah unfastened her mouth from Tom’s erect penis and rolled over onto her stomach. She looked up at me innocently as she lifted her ass and offered her pussy to Tom. “Is it OK if Tom fucks me a little?” she asked, her voice raspy with arousal.
“A little? A little?” I demanded pacing back and forth. My own prick stiff as a board in my pants as Tom got on his knees behind my woman and lined his dick up with his cunt. “How do you fuck ‘just a little?’”
“Here, I’ll show you,” said Tom and he grabbed my wife’s hips and slowly eased his cock into her. Sarah whimpered with pleasure.
“Oh yes, oh yes, that’s good,” she moaned. “Don’t make us stop, now, John. What’s done is done. Try to understand.”
“I understand that I’m standing here watching my wife get fucked by another guy,” I said, feeling my dick swell painfully. “I’m pretty sure that’s not something you are supposed to do.”
“I guess that’s true,” admitted Tom as he started humping my wife harder and harder and eliciting louder and louder grunts of pleasure from her. “But sometime it’s good to be bad.”
“It’s definitely good to be bad, oh god,” gasped my wife.
“What’s the matter?” I asked my wife with concern.
“I’m just dicking her really good,” grunted Tom as he slammed his cock into my wife over and over again.
“I’m coming, I”m coming, hold my hand,” cried my wife, reaching out to me pleadingly.
“What?” I asked, taken aback,
“Hold my hand,” she begged, looking up at me plaintively, sweat flowing down her rosy cheeks.
“Oh shit,” I said, bending down and grabbing my wife’s outstretched hand as she ducked her head with Tom stabbing his cock in and out of her repeatedly. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Then I felt my wife shudder as she reach climax.
“Ah yeah, I felt that,” said Tom with satisfaction. “My turn, my turn, look out John, stand back,” Tom pulled out of my wife, jumped from the bed and pushed me aside roughly.
“Hey, what are you doing?” I cried, nearly falling over in my drunken state.
“Blowing my wad, you fool,” he cursed, jerking in dick in my wife’s face while she opened her mouth obediently to receive his ejaculation. I watched in sick fascination as Tom’s penis erupted with semen and spat forth glob after glob of sticky jizz into my wife’s waiting mouth and onto her rosy cheeks.
She giggled and latched her mouth onto his dong so she could finish him off.
“Nice, nice. That’s just wonderful,” I said when Tom pulled his dick out of my wife’s mouth gingerly.
“Oh, come on, that wasn’t so bad, now was it?” he asked, slapping me on the shoulder good naturedly as he looked around for his pants.
“I admit we got carried away,” said my wife, licking some of Tom’s spew from her chin. “But it felt really good to get fucked by a different man after all these years. You aren’t terribly hurt, are you darling?”
“I’m just numb right now, I don’t know how to feel,” I said.
“Hey, now, you should be happy for us,” said Tom as he finished dressing. “At least we let you watch this time.”
“What do you mean, this time?” I asked, stunned.
“Oops, never mind. See you later, Sarah,” and Tom rushed from the room.
“Sarah, what did he mean by ‘this time?’” I asked my wife.
“Oh, honey, that’s just, uh, a figure of speech,” said my wife, avoiding my gaze guiltily.
And I just looked at her in shock as the realization sank in slowly.
