This story involves a wife's infidelity. Without any repercussions. If you do not like these types of stories ... please move on to something you do like. However if such stories are something you can or do appreciate please enjoy.
To those still reading, this is a rewrite of a story I posted years ago under a different username. The idea behind the two views is simple; I enjoy reading stories written from both views and will often wonder how one I've read would sound in the opposing view. So I did it here. I hope you enjoy at least one of them and look forward to reading your comments.
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I held my breath, waiting to see what my wife would say . . . what she would do.
Personally I couldn't believe that I'd just said what I had. But now it was out and I figured that I might as well stick to my guns and see what would happen.
"Fine, smarty-pants," Tiffany scoffed, grinning mischievously. "Let's do it?"
She was trying to call me on what she thought was a bluff. But I wasn't bluffing. And knowing my beautiful wife, I knew I needed to make it a real challenge so she wouldn't back down . . . so she couldn't back down.
"I don't think you will," I goaded her. "I think you'll chicken out."
Two young men sat frozen a few feet away as me and Tiff stared one another down, each of us silently challenging the other to be the first to "chicken out."
I knew they were anxious, and with good reason since they were at the center of the challenge. Well . . . them and Tiff. Our God-son Chris and his friend Jake were staying the weekend with us while Chris' parents were out of town. Although he was 18, his mother was the extremely over-protective type and wasn't comfortable leaving him home alone. So we'd agreed to have him stay with us, and so that he wouldn't be too bored we'd let him invite his friend Jake. We'd all been watching a couple movies, just kind of bumming it, when the boys' reaction to a make-out scene had gotten my attention. Thinking I'd have some fun ribbing them, I'd called them out on it. This led to them admitting they had very little experience with girls.
"Why not?" I'd chided them. "You're both good lookin' guys. You should have lots of girlfriends. You sure you two aren't..."
Chris had spent enough time around me to get my insinuation.
"No, Tom" he chuckled. "We do like girls. It's just that most of the girls we go out with are kinda uptight, so we only get a good-night kiss."
"Oh. Okay," I mused, thinking how I might still have a little fun. "Well then, how'd you two like to kiss Tiffany here?"
"Hell yes!" Jake chirped immediately.
"Yes!" Chris echoed his friend's sentiment.
Give them credit, they both had balls.
"Wait! What?" Tiffany glared at me.
I knew Chris had been crushing on my wife for years. And it was obvious his friend shared his feelings. But who could blame them? My wife is beautiful. She has fresh girl-next-door features and long, strawberry blond hair. In her mid-thirties she's still got a nice body with ample breasts and slim hips that looks good even in a casual outfit like the loose shorts and baggy old concert tee she was bumming around in this night. She'd taken scissors to the shirt's collar, cutting a slit down that created a loose vee-opening which provided a brief hint of her lovely cleavage.
The room fell extremely silent for a moment with even the muted TV seeming to grow quieter.
From the opposite end of the couch Tiffany's eyes burned into me and I braced myself for a slap across the head. I returned her glare with a cocky smirk. At that point I was only looking to have a little harmless fun at . . . well, really anyone's expense.
But things change.
Tiff glanced over at the boys for a moment before saying anything.
"Tom," to my surprise her hiss was not as venomous as I'd expected. But her cold expression warned me that I was treading on very . . . thin . . . ice. And perhaps I should consider backpedaling.
But, to paraphrase Popeye, I am who I am.
"I'm not talking about just a quick little good-night-peck-at-the-door kiss," I grinned mischievously. "I'm talking about a locked-lips-make-out-session right here on the couch."
Tiffany's eyes became thin slits radiating irritation at me.
"Say... five minutes a piece," I finished.
That was when I saw the boys freeze in my peripheral vision, both staring at me and Tiffany locked in our battle of wills.
She blinked.
"What do you say boys?" My smirk grew with that first victory, as small as it may have been. "You up for it?"
"Absolutely," Jake said, his voice quiet, like he was afraid to break the tension.
"Yes. Definitely," Chris said, nearly as quietly.
"What do you say, Tiff?" I put the challenge directly to her. "You wanna show these young men what a real woman is like?"
That's when I started holding my breath, waiting to see what she'd say or do.
And like the trooper she is, she made me wait for a long, LONG minute before throwing the challenge right back at me.
"Fine, smarty-pants," Tiffany scoffed, grinning mischievously. "Let's do it?"
She was trying to call me on what she thought was a bluff. But I wasn't bluffing. And knowing my beautiful wife, I knew I needed to make it a real challenge so she wouldn't back down . . . so she couldn't back down.
"I don't think you will," I goaded her. "I think you'll chicken out."
She glared at me for another minute before her expression slowly softened and she turned to the boys.
"Which one of you is first?" She asked nonchalantly.
"Me!" Chris leapt to his feet, pushing his friend down with one hand.
"Alright then," I clapped, moving from the couch to an easy chair. "I'll be the time keeper."
Chris scrambled onto the couch next to Tiffany. Yet, for all his enthusiasm and the courage he'd shown to this point, it was obvious he was nervous as hell. Initially he sat too far away and had to slide closer to her as he struggled to get one arm around her shoulders. Then he leaned in to kiss her with a kind of sincere awkwardness.
Watching him I was unhappily reminded of my own, earliest experiences.
Now that the challenge had been accepted, I knew Tiffany wouldn't embarrass the young man. She patiently waited, even giving him a reassuring smile as he stumbled through the opening process. Then, when he leaned in, she helped him get positioned so that neither of them were uncomfortable. And after a couple minutes she got him settled down, even teaching him some finer points about kissing. This led to him being much more at ease during the final minutes, even managing to get his tongue into her mouth toward the end.
"Time," I announced after five minutes.
Chris' disappointment was obvious. But he obediently moved away. As he did it was plain to me that he was having to adjust himself in his pants.
Jake jumped in to take his place. He either had more experience than Chris, or he'd paid close attention to Tiffany's instructions. His arm slid smoothly around her shoulders while his other hand gently rested on her side, just below her ribs. He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers, his tongue prying past them within a minute. As they kissed Tiff's hands slid up from his arms to lightly scratch at his shoulder blades.
Watching them, something stirred inside me, making me forget to watch the time. When I remembered just over seven minutes had passed.
"Time," I called, a grin splitting my face.
"That was awesome," Jake sang as he released my wife.
"I wish I'd known what I was doing," Chris sighed, sitting on the floor, his eyes downcast.
I looked at Tiffany. She appeared sympathetic to his plight, and that gave me an idea of how I might have a little more fun.
"Hon, what do ya say you give Chris another shot?"
Her eyes darted to me, glaring.
For his part, Chris did probably the smartest thing he could have; he stayed put and kept his mouth shut.
Tiffany glared at me for a minute before, once more, her expression softened and she gave a casual shrug of her shoulders.
"Alright. One more go, Chris," I clapped.
"That's not fair," Jake half-chuckled/half-pouted.
"He's right, Hon," I said. "It's not his fault Chris went first and he got to learn from Chris' mistakes. If Chris gets a second turn, so should he."
Chris froze with his ass inches from the couch cushion, his expression filled with dread. He understood this could keep him from the second round he was on the verge of.
It was Jake's turn to keep quiet, and he did. He remained on the floor giving Tiffany a hopeful look.
I still had no idea what I was doing . . . or where I thought this all might end. I was just having fun. And whether Tiffany ended the whole thing right then, I still had fodder with which to tease all three of them.
Tiffany once more turned her gaze directly on me, stubborn confidence radiating from her slit eyes.
I deflected that glare with my own cocky smirk.
"That does only seem fair," she gave me her own wicked little grin.
Beaming from ear-to-ear Chris finished taking his seat. He had learned from the first time and his arm and hand slid more smoothly into place as he leaned in to brush his lips across hers before locking them into place. His tongue soon pried past her lips and into her mouth. They kissed deeply, their tongues swirling over one another.
After a couple minutes Chris shifted in his seat and I knew from personal experience he was trying to accommodate his growing cock. As he did though, his hand slid up from below her ribs, to the side of her breast where it pressed against the hidden mound.
