(Author's note: 'Nieve' is the anglicised form of the name 'Niamh'. CW: manipulation, cheating (but not yet))
Chapter One
"Penny for your thoughts."
"I was thinking about my wife's butt," I said, and then turned to look at my interlocuter. "Don't tell her I said that."
"Why not?" asked Lacey, sipping her glass of wine. "I mean, you weren't thinking anything like, 'Oh, I wish it were smaller', right?"
"No I was not. But she gets embarrassed about that kind of thing."
"Her loss. Personally, I like it when a man's thinking about my butt. And what he's going to do to it later."
"What are you guys talking about?" asked my wife, sitting down between us on the couch.
"Butts, Neevee!" said Lacey, and giggled. Nieve turned to me with a pretend grimace.
"Pervs!"
"We were discussing what we should watch tonight," I said. And from there I let the two women talk it out while I drank wine. And considered my wife's butt, along with the rest of her body. Three kids and fourteen years of marriage, and she still looked hot. Even jeans and a hoodie, like she was wearing tonight, couldn't hide those curves.
"Is that okay, honey?"
"Yeah," I said, not knowing what I had agreed to watch.
It turned out to be a French film that Lacey had recommended. It was not raunchy, exactly, but it certainly did not shy away from showing the carnal side of things. Nieve grew redder and redder as the movie went on, until, in the middle of a particularly graphic scene, she quietly got up and left the room.
"Is she okay?" whispered Lacey, scootching a little nearer now that Nieve wasn't between us.
"Yeah," I said. "She just doesn't handle this sort of thing"--gesturing at the screen, where the nude woman was riding to a screaming climax--"very well."
"Just like college," giggled Lacey. "She would always leave when the girltalk got too explicit." We watched in silence a bit longer. "So she didn't run off to rub one out real quick? Needs a fast O?"
"No," I said. "I take care of that for her, thank you. In fact, that was the plan tonight, until someone invited herself over." I smiled to show her that I wasn't really upset. Lacey was good company, and she made Nieve blush, which was always charming.
"Well, what could I do? Newly divorced, at home ALL ALONE on a Friday night? I just had to call up my closest girlfriend and come over to see her. And her hot husband. Sorry for cockblocking, by the way."
"It's fine," I said. "I'm sure that things will take their course later."
"Happy wife, happy life," said Lacey. A few minutes later, when the audio was less obviously sexual, Nieve reappeared and once more inserted herself between us. She made a moue to show me that either she hadn't liked the movie, or that Lacey had gotten too close. It was cute; I grinned. She stuck out her tongue and grabbed my arm. Since this pushed her large breasts against me, I grinned more widely, holding her gaze until she reluctantly grinned back.
Nieve had never been a good drinker, and the two glasses of wine she had had meant that I drove Lacey home. We chatted inconsequentially on the drive. At her house she gave me a quick peck on the cheek and jumped out.
"Go get laid," she said over her shoulder as she unlocked the door.
"Roger wilco," I said, and drove home faster than the legal limit.
To my disappointment, however, what I found was not a cute little wife made frisky by a couple of drinks and a sexy foreign film. Instead I found her in her pajamas, asleep, breathing softly. I adjusted my pants (the drive home had been long enough for a fantasy or two) and went to clean up after movie night.
---
"How was it?"
"Fine."
"That," said Lacey, "is what someone who did not, in fact, get laid last night would say." She took a sip from her mug.
I poured myself a warmup and sat down at the kitchen table across from her. "If someone else had not needed a ride home, perhaps the party in question would not be evading inquiries."
"Sorry," she said, and it sounded like she meant it. "I was just--I was just really, really lonely, okay?"
"I get it," I said. "It's not a big deal."
"And you guys are the only friends I really have around here," she continued. "And since the d-divorce, it seems like people are avoiding me, you know?" Her lip was trembling just a little.
"Seriously, Lacey. No worries. I'm not mad, Nieve and I had a great time with you last night, don't get yourself in knots over nothing." We sat in companionable silence for a bit.
"So, what IS it like?" she burst out. I raised an eyebrow. "Being married to Nieve, I mean. Like, when we were in college and you two were dating, it was like, how long is she going to make this guy work for it?"
"When we were dating in college, and you told our dormmates, and I quote, 'That'll last three weeks'?" I asked.
"Man, how long are you going to hold onto that? It worked out fine, right? I was wrong, you guys are great, three kids and a house with a nice big yard, the whole deal, yes yes. Also, don't try to dodge the question."
"It's lovely," I said.
"Right. You guys are so gross sometimes with how... how twitterpated you can be. Taken as read. But the sex?" She was asking earnestly.
"The sex, when it happens, is also lovely."
"'When it happens'? So...."
"So maybe things are a little slow after fourteen years, Lacey." I sighed. "Maybe Nieve is not so confident about her body--which is divine--after three kids. Maybe she's not as adventurous as I might like. But the sex is still lovely."
"Huh." We drank more coffee. I needed to find my equilibrium. I hadn't meant to share that much, even with a close friend like Lacey. Was I more frustrated than I thought? Certainly finding sleep had taken me a while last night. I had even groped Nieve in her sleep to no effect. Out like a light.
"When you say, 'more adventurous'...." she trailed off, giving me an opening if I wanted to take it.
"Well. Like the occasional blowjob."
"She doesn't?"
"I mean, she does, just not--to completion. Just to get things started. And she just licks, really." This was getting more explicit than I had been prepared for. "I mean, her mouth is pretty small, and I'm...."
"Right. I still remember your first time together. She was sure that it would never fit. She cried for hours."
"Really?" I hadn't known that.
"Oh yeah, she was terrified. Because she'd only felt it through your pants, right?" (This was not in fact true, but I saw no reason to tell Lacey that Nieve and I had gone a good bit further than Nieve had told her). "So she knew it was big, but her mind kind of blew it out of proportion. So to speak." She paused. "Afterwards she was pretty happy, though."
"I should hope so." I had worked rather hard to make sure she had had a good time.
"Is she happy with things right now?"
"I think so? She certainly comes hard enough. Sometimes she'll get two or three before me."
"Lucky girl," muttered Lacey. I had gotten the impression that her ex had not been so considerate. "But you think she's insecure about her body."
"Well, yeah. She never wears anything tight or cute anymore, even after she lost the baby weight. And she likes to have the lights off. I think she's worried I don't think her body is sexy anymore. Which I do." Her first pregnancy had swelled Nieve's already impressive breasts, and even afterwards they had stayed noticeably bigger than before. She was, in fact, a perfect example of a shortstack, but the one time I had used that term she had smacked me in the ear.
"Still, that doesn't sound so bad."
"It's not. It's just not how it used to be."
She squirmed in her seat a little. "And how was that?"
"The first years we were married--or even when we were trying for Melly a ways back--there were these times when it was like she forgot the good girl thing. Like she was so overwhelmed that she just let herself go. Where she'd do anything, LET herself do anything, without worrying about if she was being bad or slutty or whatever. I miss that abandon. Seeing her completely surrender to those urges."
Lacey squirmed a little more. "Yeah, okay, I can see why you'd miss that," she said huskily. "Do you want me to help? Not like that!" she continued quickly, seeing my eyebrows go up. "I mean, talk to her, or whatever. Take her out for drinks and, I don't know, build up her confidence a bit."
I thought about it. "How do you mean?"
"I mean, just, like, telling her she's still hot doesn't mean as much coming from her husband. Because you kind of have to say it, right? But if I say it, or the bartender or whoever, it makes a bigger impact."
"'Or whoever'?"
"Well, it's not like we're going to go pick up some rando! I just mean, if Nieve and I go out for drinks, I'm pretty sure I can get some guy to approach us. And even if nothing happens, it's an ego boost, all right? Come ON," she urged, leaning forward. "You want to see your good girl be bad, don't you?" I did. I wanted her to come home to me and I wanted to fuck her like we were in college again. I wanted it so much that I was getting hard thinking about the times I'd seen that side of my wife.
"You know what? Sure."
"Nice!" crowed Lacey, and giggled. "Oh man, I bet I can have her swallowing for you in like, two weeks." She flounced off before I could respond.
---
Later that afternoon, when Nieve brought Melly back from her soccer game, I was still in the kitchen thinking about Lacey's plan. Nieve must have noticed my distraction, because she came over, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and then oozed her way onto my lap between me and the table.
"Miss me?"
"I missed you a lot. I missed you last night, too."
