Pure fiction. My thanks to editor Windy Swimming.
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I have one secret habit that I have learned to not tell people about because they just don't get it. I love advice columns, everything from Playboy Advisor to Ann Landers. I think they are as funny as a rubber crutch, and for much the same reason. It is amazing how we humans keep making the same mistakes over and over. Once, however ...
My favorite story, or problem, or whatever it is people think they are writing, is the one where a wife is having a fun evening with a good girlfriend. The husband and alcohol may or may not be directly involved, but at some point the wife, in a moment of divine inspiration, decides it would be really, really fun to surprise her hubby with both women in their bed! So, eventually, hubby comes to bed. The first part of this story I love is his reaction. Some take one look and just dive in and start humping the friend. Usually there is at least some amount of grab-ass involved. Sometimes the guy tries to play it cool and sophisticated, and gets into bed as if nothing is out of the ordinary. Anyway, all fall asleep. Then the wife wakes up in the middle of the night to find her hubby and her friend making like rabbits. Well, Du-oh! So wifey wants to know if she should confront either her husband or her friend, because she feels betrayed but recognizes that she just might not have used her best judgment in creating the situation.
I mean, come on! I've seen this one over and over! I just love it. Maybe the columnists make this up? No one could be that dumb!
A variant of the story had appeared in an advice column in our local paper earlier in the week, and it popped into my mind while I was caressing the softness of Sue's inner thighs and sucking on her tits, one at a time. We were taking it slow. We have a very good marriage with no secrets, supposedly, and a lot of sex, and no kids, yet. Now, I am sure my wife is not dumb enough to pull something as bad as that story, but I wondered, so I looked up into her lidded eyes, full of love and lust, and asked "Just out of curiosity, have you ever wanted to share me with any of your friends?"
Apparently I am that dumb. A few alarms went off in the back of my head before the words were even out of my mouth. As comprehension slid into her eyes, lust fled, followed by love. More alarms. She pushed herself up the bed so she was sitting with her back against the headboard, crossed her arms across her chest and crossed her ankles. There was no softness in those thighs now, and I had to extricate my hand from the vise that her legs had become.
I was officially in trouble.
"So, just which of my friends do you want to fuck?" she demanded.
I looked at the ceiling, looking like I was really thinking really, really hard, because I was really thinking really, really hard. I finally looked back at Sue and replied honestly "All of them, of course, but no one in particular." That just seemed to make things worse. So I launched into a hurried explanation of my love of advice columns and my favorite story that is just hysterical and it was just printed again, and... I talk too much, and it did no good.
"You expect me to believe all that shit?!?" She asked indignantly. "The only reason you would ask a question like that is that you really do want to fuck one of my friends, and I would bet you do have someone specific in mind."
She started to get out of the bed, and I grabbed her arm to stop her. "Wait! You don't understand! Yea, I'm a guy. Guys at their core love variety, but we learn to deal with it in other ways. You know I notice other women. You know I fantasize about other women. We've joked about it. Another thing about guys: we bond, at least some of us. Marriage is a legal document, and means little to me emotionally. I was bonded to you long before you walked down that aisle, and unless something destroys that bond, I would never risk that. Not just for sex. Not with anyone. At least, not without your permission."
"You expect me to give you permission...!?!" She was almost screeching. Oops, one fact too many.
I grinned. "No, I absolutely do not expect that! What I'm trying to tell you is that I am yours! You own me, even if you don't realize it." I remembered that women all supposedly have this separation fear. "I'm not going anywhere, babe, you're stuck with me."
She started to soften. Eventually we made up and got to the point of cuddling, but I wasn't getting laid that night. She never answered the original question. I didn't ask again.
So the whole thing had blown over, right?
Every other Friday afternoon, Sue gets together with a bunch of her girlfriends. Yea, these were the women she assumed I wanted to fuck. As usual, I picked up take-out on the way home, but Sue was grouchy when she got home. None of the usual stories, no planning the weekend together, something was bothering her.
After dinner, I sat her down and insisted that she tell me what was wrong. It took some wheedling. "Well, all through the afternoon, I kept looking at each of my friends in turn, wondering if she was the one." Uh-oh. "Finally, I told the whole group your story. They all agreed that no woman could be that stupid and you were covering something, even if you don't know it. So I asked them point blank who you wanted to have an affair with. I had to know."
"They all sat up straight in their chairs, and all of them put their hands in their laps, and looked at each other. Surprise! No one raised their hand. Then Lisa joked that I had asked the wrong question. She posed the question as to which of them would bed you if they had the chance. I was shocked when several started to move and thought better of it. Even Lisa! So Lisa said that was also a bad question, and rephrased it as which of them would bed you if they had the chance AND knew that I could never find out. Would you believe that 4 of them raised their hands! Damn, my own friends selling me out. I was in shock. Then Lisa laughed, and reminded me that I had once said I would love to get Eric alone, and everyone laughed.
"Lisa pointed out that there was absolutely no way to know that I would never find out, so the question didn't mean anything. It was all idle speculation! So I laughed with the rest of them. But really, I am upset. I mean, four of them! I guess you're a popular boy!"
I managed to not react to the compliment. "You are the only one I want, and the only one that can change that. I am in love with you." With some gentle work for a while longer, I got her out of her funk, and she did make love with me when we went to bed.
So, now it really was over, right? Right?
Two weeks later, Lisa was at our house for dinner Friday night after the girl's afternoon out. There was nothing unusual about that. After dinner, Sue was cleaning up in the kitchen, and Lisa leaned back, feet up on the living room couch and asked: "So, Sue says you want to do me. That true?" Her voice, normally low, was throaty and husky all at once.
I spluttered and immediately looked at the kitchen. Sue was out of sight, but that could change at any second. "In an alternative universe where I am not married, in a heartbeat, yes. But, as you may have noticed, I am married and love Sue very much." I spoke rapidly before Sue could appear, hoping that would quell any further questions without offending her.
Lisa grinned and slid one leg off the couch, spreading and lifting her other knee and giving me a full crotch shot. I broke out in a sweat, even though I couldn't see much of anything. It was dark under her full skirt and my eyes had not adjusted to that light. Luckily, I looked for Sue just as she came into the room and I turned away. Lisa and Sue started chatting and giggling while I just tried to get my heart rate down after dodging yet another bullet. They would probably chat most of the rest of the evening, so I went down to the basement to watch a game, but I couldn't get that image of Lisa spreading her legs out of my head. Damn!
Sue called down that she was going to bed. The game was a complete loss, so I killed the TV and headed up the stairs, turning off lights and checking the doors as I went. I was guessing that all I would get tonight was a cuddle, but hope springs eternal.
Imagine my surprise (shock?) when I walked through the bedroom door, and both of them were in our bed with the sheet drawn up to their chins. Super sophisticate that I am, I dropped my chin to the floor, then demanded "What?!? Really?!?!?!" Sue giggled a little nervously, and Lisa just smirked and blew me a kiss.
I shed my shirt right over my head without unbuttoning it before my brain caught up to the action and I decided make sure this was real. I grabbed the sheet between their feet and started pulling it down; I could just see Sue setting me up with both of them fully clothed in bed. It would cost me a lot of points if I just overreacted. They clung to the sheet, but it finally jerked out of Sue's hands, and Lisa let go immediately after. The sheet jumped down to expose two pair of breasts to die for: Sue's cute, perfect cones that I love every chance I get, and Lisa's much larger wonders, sagging outward from their mass. I almost passed out: they were serious.
A quick digression: Sue is very athletic and has a tomboy type figure with narrow hips, naturally high medium breasts, a straight blond Dutch cut, and an insatiable sexual appetite; Lisa, I was to learn, is voluptuous, soft curves, wide hips, nicely large breasts. brown wavy hair half-way down her back, and an unknown but apparently healthy sexual appetite. Both are walking wet dreams, just different. They have also been best friends since junior high.
