A few years later, on our way to Sunday lunch, we bumped into Bill, Julie's ex-husband, who was dating a lovely but very conservative woman, or so she presented herself in public. She was the antithesis of Julie, who always dressed seductively but still looked stylish, not because I asked her to, but because she felt desirable and wanted to look good for me. She used to tell me, 'I dress for my sexy man,' but I knew there was more to it. It all started with her ex making her dress salaciously, which she began to like, and continued to do so even after we got married.
As we chatted, I noticed that Bill couldn't take his eyes off her, wearing light make-up and the bright red lipstick that had become her trademark in recent years. She wore a beautiful yellow summer dress that covered her legs to mid-thigh and paired it with beige stockings and white stiletto sandals. She looked alluring yet stylish. Seeing Bill ogling Julie made me smile inwardly, and a little devilish thought crept into my mind. I glanced in her direction and winked as our eyes met.
"Bill," I began, "we are on our way to lunch at Riverboat. Would you care to join us?"
"I'd love to, but I am meeting Betty in the city. I am already running late, knowing her she will scold me."
"That's a pity. Maybe, we can do it another time," Julie said, and we said our byes.
As we started to walk towards the restaurant, Julie playfully punched me on the shoulder.
"You devil, I know what you were trying to do, to tease my ex with me," she said.
"No, never!" I said, grinning. "But did you notice how he was ogling you? He could not get enough of you."
"Yes, I did, and you wanted to do what? Tease him? Show me off?"
"I don't know what I wanted."
"You are not getting hotwife ideas, are you?"
"No! I never want you to be a hotwife, but you are undoubtedly a hot wife."
"I have been through this once and don't want a repeat."
"Don't worry. You know I am not into this hotwifing stuff."
"So, you just like how other men leer at me?"
"Well, it's a turn-on, seeing other men look at my beautiful wife."
"Really?"
"Don't get me wrong. There is nothing more to it than the old saying, 'Look but don't touch."
"Don't worry. I get what you are saying. If I want to be honest, it makes me feel good when other men notice me. It is a confidence boost for a girl," she said, giving me a gentle kiss on my cheek.
We had a lovely lunch, feasting on delicious seafood while sipping smooth wine. In no time, forgetting about meeting Bill, but I had not forgotten what she said about boosting her confidence, and from there on, I made a point to tell her every day how beautiful she was.
After lunch, we walked on the riverbank hand in hand and sat on a bench watching the ducks like we had done so many times while she'd still been married to Bill. Back then, Bill thought Julie was his hotwife out with her lover, which could not have been further from the truth. But this time, we walked as a married couple in love, happy and content.
One Friday afternoon, I received an e-mail from an old mate I had not seen or spoken to for over ten years. We attended uni in the same years and even took a few subjects together. We became friends, and our friendship lasted beyond uni years, even though our lives took us on different paths.
At dinner that night, I mentioned to Julie Paul had to make an overnight stop on his way to a conference. She asked me who he was, wanting to know everything about him and our friendship.
"So, who is this guy? How did you meet him?" she asked.
"I met him at one of those uni parties we had every Saturday night back then. We were vying for the same girl, trying to charm her all night, but it seemed neither of us got the upper hand. She danced with both of us but always returned to her friends after every dance, and at the end of the night, she left with them but told me she hoped to see me again."
"So, you got the upper hand."
"No, because after kissing me on the cheek, she walked to Paul, and I saw she kissed him on the cheek after a short conversation."
"Oh.., so it was a deadlock."
"I watched her leave the party with her friends, then glanced towards Paul, raising my glass. That was how I met him, and we struck up a conversation and made a pact to never fight over her or any girl, and we've kept that promise ever since."
"So what happened the following Saturday? Did she choose?"
"No, she didn't. It was a repeat of the previous one, the only difference being that when we were not dancing with her, Paul and I stood at the bar, chatting. At the end of the night, she gave us a quick kiss on the lips and left with her friends, saying she would be back the following week."
"Now, I am intrigued about what has happened between the three of you," Julie said, finishing her meal.
"Let's take it to the living room. We can clean up later," I said, picking up my glass and the bottle of wine.
We sat on the couch, holding my drink in one hand and Julie in my arm. She kicked her mules off and snuggled against me, tucking her nylon-clad feet under her. I kissed her head, breathing in the sweet smell of her shampoo and hair.
"I love you, Babe. Tell me more."
"I love you too, beautiful," I said and continued. "We waited for Emma, that was her name, the following Saturday and looked for her but could not see her anywhere. Her friends were there but not her. We sat at the bar drinking and chatting when a cheerful voice greeted us, and she appeared out of thin air. She joined us; we talked, drank, danced and had a fabulous time. When it was time to leave, she told us she liked us equally and would not choose between us. She was happy to date both of us if we could handle that."
"Wow! What did you do?"
"We agreed, not knowing what was to come," I said while Julie looked at me questioningly.
"Well, neither of us was prepared for what she said next. She told us to take her home and fuck her. We looked somewhat confused, and I asked her if she meant one of us. She said, 'No, silly, both of you at the same time, in the same bed.' I remember her words clearly, like we remember our first kiss. I looked at Paul and saw he was just as confused as I was."
"No...! Really...? What did you guys do?" Julie asked, sitting up and looking at me intently.
"We said yes."
"Of course you did. What guy would say no to that?"
"Not this one," I said, laughing, and she punched me in the arm.
"Hey!" I yelped.
"So what happened?"
"Well, if you must know," I said, smirking, "I told them we could go to my apartment as I lived alone whilst Paul shared. She took our arms, and we walked the short distance there. First, it was a bit awkward as none of us had done anything like that, and we barely had any sexual experiences, but that changed quickly as the temperature began to rise in the room."
"How? Details, please?"
"Well, I sat next to her, and we started to kiss, ignoring Paul, who sat opposite us. We pashed for some time when she broke the kiss and told Paul to sit beside her. She turned to him, and they kissed while I watched them. As I became aroused, I touched her breast, and she moaned. Hearing her reaction, I continued to squeeze and grope her breast.
When they broke the kiss, she went into the bedroom and told us only to enter when she called. When she did call, she was under the quilt. I glanced at Paul and saw he felt just as awkward as I did. She uncovered her breasts teasingly, and seeing that, we quickly stripped naked and slid beside her."
"I have never been fucked by two men," Julie said, her voice trailing off, with a wondering expression in her eyes.
"Well, we kissed her all over her body, we made love to her, fucked her while the other was kissing and caressing her, whispering into her ear, and we even spitroasted her that night."
