Over the next several weeks, I thought about the interaction and the progress she had made in overcoming the negative feelings about her illicit sex. While we didn't have any further deep conversations, I felt based on her demeanor that she had moved past the event. Indeed, part of me felt she had intended to deliver a message that parts of it she found enjoyable. After lots of thought, I decided I needed to test this theory, and slowly I formulated a plan.
The following Friday I took Abby to a top-end steak house that was heavy with meat, wine, and testosterone. I tried to get her to wear the dress I had picked out but she pushed back and I reluctantly relented as it wasn't crucial to my plans. Still, she looked very good in her more modest cocktail dress, and between the patrons and staff, she received at least a hundred appreciative looks. We left immediately after dessert, but halfway home I made a turn that confused her and it wasn't until we pulled up in front of Luther's that she realized there was more to the night.
"Oh really?" she said as the valet opened the door, but she got out without hesitation while giving the young man a nice view of her legs
Without protest, she allowed me to direct her to the area we had visited before, and I sensed some excitement in her step as we moved through the darker confines. However, she stopped dead in her track when we arrived at a table where Frank and Clemmy sat.
"Wow, this is amazing to see you guys," I said in a fake voice, trying hard to hold back a laugh.
"No kidding! Good to see you again," Frank responded as he stood and hugged my wife.
Of course, I had arranged the rendezvous in the hope that it would help clarify if she had signaled something, an acceptance or interest, during our intimate conversation. She rolled her eyes at me, knowing it had been pre-arranged, but dutifully sat on the opposite love seat facing the mature couple.
"You think you're so clever," she whispered in my ear the first chance she got after the waitress left.
"What do you mean?" I asked, feigning ignorance.
She wasn't mad, in fact, I think she found it amusing, and soon the conversation was going well with no sign of any concerns about our night in the tent.
The bottle of wine we split at the restaurant had gone down well and given us a mellow feeling, and as we chatted after downing several drinks, I knew Abby was feeling no pain. So, with a nod at Frank, which was a pre-planned action, he made the move.
"Why don't you beautiful girls trade places for a bit," he said in his well-mannered voice.
Abby looked at me, but it was more as a smirk than a sign of annoyance, and when Clemmy was almost to us, she started to rise and then made the short move across to the other sofa. The older woman immediately snuggled in close to my side and placed her hand on my thigh, close to my growing dick.
"You're a good husband," she whispered into my ear.
"Am I? I think I'm just one that gives his wife away," I replied.
"Darling, you have to quit treating her like a saint," she told me.
"Well, to me she is a saint," I replied, feeling the need to defend her honor.
"Trust me. She had the time of her life that night in the tent," she responded as her hand found my hardness.
"How do you know?" I asked, feeling she was just saying what she wanted to be true.
"I know," the older woman said and pulled my head down so we could kiss.
She held my head firmly in her hands as our mouths locked, and our kiss became quite passionate. When we finally broke, I looked over and Abby was in a similar embrace with Frank who also had his hand on her ass. Their kiss ended a few seconds later and my wife looked towards me with an impish smile that conveyed both vulnerability and guilt. However, her gaze didn't last long as Frank pulled her back and kissed her again.
"How do you..." I began to ask my older partner, but she stopped me by finding my lips again.
"I just do," she giggled when we broke.
"How?" I asked in a more demanding voice.
"I can't tell you," she answered.
"Why not? Tell me," I pushed.
There was a long pause as she stared at me before she finally said, "Okay, I'm going to tell you and you can be smart or stupid with what you're about to hear."
"Okay..." I replied, confused by her message.
"Since that night...that time in the tent. I've met Abby three times," she stated.
"What?" I replied in shock.
I had thought my wife had been so upset by that evening that I couldn't imagine her meeting with Clemmy. Although, as it sunk in, her recent behavior did offer some clues that I had been wrong about some things.
"Yes, hon... Now, you can never share that information," she continued, looking at me for affirmation.
"Okay," I said, feeling my mouth go dry.
"We've met once for lunch and twice for drinks and discussed everything," she explained, as my eyes grew large.
"And?" I asked.
"I told you. She had the time of her life," she said.
"I don't understand. She got very angry with me," I told her.
"Honey, no woman, especially a young one is going to admit to her husband that she loved sex with another man. You have to coax that out of her over time," she said softly as we cuddled.
"Did you tell her I arranged with y'all to meet here?" I asked.
"No sweetie. We thought it would be way more fun to just let it play out," she giggled.
"Y'all are bad. No...y'all are evil," I replied in mock offense, which made her giggle even harder.
"Tell me what she liked about it," I asked when the thought popped up in my brain.
"They fucked her," she answered.
"Yes, I know but what did she like about it," I continued, hoping they had shared that conversation.
"Honey, listen to me. You make love to your wife and treat her like an angel. Frank and Jim fucked her," she explained.
"Oh...I..." I started to reply but just stopped.
"Don't take it bad. It's wonderful. Just think about it sometimes," the older woman counseled.
I gave her a little nod indicating I understood her message and she squeezed my dick in response. For the next thirty minutes, I played with Clemmy while Frank enjoyed my wife, but without the ability to proceed further, our fondling eventually slowed. However, rather than call it a night, we started a nice conversation that I could tell Abby enjoyed. I think it showed her that our interactions didn't have to always be about sex.
I thought Luther would make an appearance at some point, and in truth, I was looking forward to it. It took a while but suddenly I heard a deep voice and looking across the room, I watched him shake the hand of another patron. He didn't make a beeline for our table but as he worked the crowd, I could tell we would be the ultimate destination. The others spotted him just after me and Abby smiled broadly before trying to hide it after glancing my way.
"Welcome Frank!" he said loudly and then added with a small nod, "Abby."
"Us, too!" Clemmy tossed out.
"Yes, of course," he laughed but his eyes quickly went back to my wife.
"Join us?" Frank asked.
"Yes, certainly," he replied and squeezed next to Abby.
His body pushed her even more tightly against Frank and since his arm was already over her shoulders, Luther rested his large paw on her upper thigh. She looked down at it and then towards me which made Clemmy laugh openly.
"Enjoy the attention, honey," the older woman laughed.
The conversation started anew and lasted for a good ten minutes with everyone engaged. Then, the women declared they needed to go to the restroom and departed. I felt certain there would be a discussion about the women while they were gone but we talked sports instead. When they returned, they took the same spots and the talk began again but I could tell Clemmy had something on her mind and when I got her attention, she gave me a big smile.
"Here," she said holding out her clenched fist and when I offered my hand, she dropped a lacy red thong into it, and whispered, "Your wife's."
The shocked look on my face must have been comical because Clemmy started to laugh and I quickly tried to put the small garment in my pocket, but Luther and Frank spotted it.
"That belong to my girl?" the large black man asked as Frank chuckled.
"Well, they're not mine," Clemmy confirmed.
Luther lowered his head and started a whispered conversation with my wife. In doing so, she moved closer to him, causing Frank to take his arm from her shoulders. We all watched the scene and after several minutes he nuzzled her until he found her lips. Slowly, her arm encircled his neck but he kept his hand on her thigh. I sensed what he wanted and it didn't take long before he began to inch up the smooth skin. When his fingertips disappeared, Clemmy started to slowly pull on my dick which had already become rock hard.
"You do this?" I whispered to the woman guessing she put the idea into my wife's head.
"I did," she giggled, and then said, "But, it was really easy."
Luther went slow and not only built the anticipation for Abby but the rest of us as well. The dress, cut a few inches above the knee, was not overly tight and Abby let him work it up while occasionally lifting her butt to make it easier. All the time he worked on her, they alternated between kissing and intimate talk. It seemed to take forever but it was likely no more than five minutes until he had the dress bunched near her waist providing us a sweet view of her creamy thighs. Silently, we watched him circle for the kill and when it appeared that he was getting close, Clemmy found the magical spot on the bottom of my dick near the base that made it hard to concentrate.
"God, you're evil," I managed to force out.
