I have been married to Janet for ten years and all during that time she had never looked at another man. Maybe they were times when she might have been tempted by the flirting of some good-looking blokes with my equally good-looking wife but never once, as far as I knew, did it go beyond talk she has always remained faithful to her wedding vows. I only say that because we have had some 'pillow talk' when after we had been at a party or some gathering, that she made mentions and remarks about 'that guy looked hot' or 'I bet he's a charmer in bed'. Silly things like that, so I guess she might have given the possibility some thought.
However, as far as I was concerned, it was only talk for Janet, who had been a virgin when I took her on our wedding night (or so she claimed), thereafter devoted herself to being my faithful wife and then, after a couple of years, a mother to our daughter. Her mother is especially thrilled about that, she just loves being a Grandma and is forever hinting whether we are going to have more. (We would like to have more kids but for whatever reason it hasn't happened yet. Let's just say, we're presently working on it!) If Janet had any faults, other than being a bit silly when she drank too much, then I would be hard pressed to say what they might be.
The breaking of her vows started innocently enough; it was at a poker night in my friend Garry's place and she wasn't even there to know what was about to happen in her name.
Once a month a group of us old school friends would get together at Garry's place for a night of Texas hold 'em. We didn't play for big stakes, we had a limit of five pounds, but the pot could get quite tasty and everybody had a good night out and nobody got hurt.
Garry was (is) a nice guy but by his own admission, an alcoholic. He lost his driver's license a long time ago and hence it is always his place that me and the gang go to. He and his partner Helen live in a three bedroom semi in a nice part of town so it's not a big deal and they always make us welcome. I never did find out how exactly how he made his money but one thing for sure, he wasn't short of a penny or two and to his credit he was always good for getting stuff, mainly electronics and audio, at a great price. He had a few mates who were in the 'same business' and they were equally vague about how they made a living.
Garry introduced one of them, Steve, into our group one Friday night and being a pretty easy going bunch we welcomed him to sit at the table. The new guy started out quietly enough but as the evening went on and the drinks flowed he became more aggressive and was constantly trying to drive the amount of the pot up. The other guys went along with it but I was a little nervous for I couldn't compete as far as having money to burn, so to speak. No matter, we played on and I really wasn't having much luck at all but I was amused to witness that while Steve won some of the hands he also lost just as many and really didn't gain anything from his loud-mouthing.
It was getting late and I was way over my head and out of pocket. I wasn't sure how I was going to explain to Janet where all my money had gone but I was definitely past my limit, so I started to leave.
"Stay for a few more hands," Garry said not wanting the game to breakup yet. I protested that I was nearly out of cash but Garry was insistent, "Stay, I'll cover you!"
Foolishly I sat back down and before long I was down even more and the ante had been raised to twenty pounds which for me was crazy. However, my luck seem to change and with over four hundred pounds on the table and three Queens in my hand I felt I couldn't lose. I borrowed another fifty from Garry and called the hand.
Steve laid down a full house and took the pot!
To say I was disappointed would be an understatement and there was only one thing I could say or do. I said, "I'm outta cash. I'm going home"
To the sound of Steve crowing his good fortune I left the table and Garry saw me to the door. I told him that I would pay him back as soon as I could but he said not to worry about it, he didn't want to be repaid in cash.
I was bemused for I really didn't have anything else that I could offer in exchange but asked nonetheless, "What do you want? Name it," I offered my friend.
"I want to fuck Janet." he answered.
"What?" I said not believing what I heard.
"I want to fuck your wife," Garry repeated.
I should have been mad with him but I wasn't.
Fuck my wife for a fifty pound debt? Crazy idea that Janet would never agree to anyway; impossible. However, as I calmed down and thought rationally, the idea had merit.
Garry had been a very good friend of mine over the years and often helped us out with his generosity. If sticking his cock into my wife meant so much to him I didn't want to not want to be unappreciative. What if he did fuck Janet, it wouldn't cost us anything.
He opened the front door and gave my shoulder a squeeze. I answered and said, "Let me see what I can do?"
As I drove home my mind was in turmoil. On the one hand I knew a sober Janet would never consent to being unfaithful even though I suggested it. On the other, Janet had a weakness, like Garry, but not quite to the same extent, she loved to drink. She couldn't be regarded as alcoholic but my wife could not hold her drink. After a few drinks she lost all control and she was pretty much putty in my hands. I am embarrassed to say that I have in the past used her weakness to my advantage and got her to do things in bed that normally she wouldn't allow like getting her to put my cock in her mouth or let me try fucking her ass. I figured if I set things up right she would open her legs for Garry and my debt would be paid.
It was a few days later and I casually informed Janet, "Garry is coming over tonight to help me set up the new sound system." I had recently bought from him a top-end sound bar to go with the big-screen TV I had previously got from him and Garry being somewhat of an audiophile knew how to get the best results from it.
"Is Helen coming too?" Janet asked.
"No, she has a meeting to go to," I lied.
I had no idea if Garry had told his partner what he was going to be doing that night but the plan was for Garry to drop around about ten o'clock hoping that I would have my wife ready for him by then.
Shortly after eight I offered Janet her first drink. She lingered a painfully long time over the gin and tonic sipping miniscule amounts between watching the television. Knowing I was expecting Garry's visit I imagine she was deliberately trying to pace herself.
It took her almost an hour and a complete episode of her favourite TV Soap to finish the glass. "Let me freshen that up!" I offered.
It was almost nine when I refilled her glass, but this time with more gin than tonic. She made a face when she tasted the strong drink but her first drink had already started to kick in and she made no reaction other than to swallowed a mouthful. Her second glass was empty in twenty minutes so I poured her a third which I knew would finish her off. It was shortly before ten o'clock and my wife was in la-la land.
"Why don't you get changed into something more comfortable, that white negligee I bought you for a anniversary present?" I suggested.
Janet's white negligee was a sheer floor length gown with strategically placed splits and gaps. Wearing this gown her entire body would be on display through the transparent material and the numerous openings.
She giggled and protested, "I can't wear that with Garry coming!"
"Why not, he has seen you nude in the hot tub," I argued.
She blushed at the memory. It had been the time when we had been a garden party last summer at Garry's place and Janet after having had a few too many drinks had joined us in Garry's hot tub. She had willingly agreed to remove her bikini once she was safely in the water so that she was naked just like everyone else.
She giggled again and said, "Well if you think it's OK and Garry won't be offended," and with that she staggered off upstairs to the bedroom.
