As I showered for the second time that day, I thought back on the events of the morning. It was unbelievable to me. I had just had a threesome with my wife and her best friend.
'Best friend' was almost an understatement. Nikki had been the maid of honor at our wedding, Brooke's roommate and best friend when I met her, and, from what she told me, they had been fast friends ever since their second year at college.
She was such a part of our lives. As I had dated Brooke I had gotten to know Nikki at the same time. I trusted her nearly as much as I did my wife.
The way they behaved toward each other that morning, though, told me that it had absolutely not been the first time they had been in bed together. At the time, as turned on as I was, I didn't think I cared if it were or weren't, but, now, I felt I really needed to know if it had been going on while we were married. Had my sweet wife, Brooke, been fucking her best friend behind my back?
If she were bi-sexual then why did she marry me without ever telling me about her desires for other women? Surely she knew that I would understand. I was very devoted to her and she knew that. I found myself becoming angry and disillusioned.
In no way was I angry at her bisexuality. That was cool with me, especially if I were invited. Hell, even if she didn't want me there, but that was what she felt she needed, I would understand. At least we could talk about it and work something out. I would never want her to live a lie.
No, it wasn't the bisexuality, it was the dishonesty. If she had been fucking around with Nikki while we were married then that meant that she didn't trust me with the truth. If she didn't trust me, then what did we have?
Now, I had really enjoyed the threesome and I definitely wanted the repeat that Nikki's parting words had hinted at, but I needed to know where I stood with Brooke. How one-sided was our relationship? With a girl as beautiful, smart, vivacious, and sexy as Brooke, who could have any man she desired, I had no doubt that I loved her more than she loved me. That was fine. However, for her to cheat on me with her friend was a big deal.
What if I discovered that she had been cheating? What then? What did I want? I had no idea. I knew I had to know the truth and I was formulating a plan to broach the subject without too much drama. Problem was, after the subject was broached, what was I going to do with the knowledge? Demand a divorce? No. I didn't want to lose Brooke over this, no matter what the truth was. Get angry? Probably. Demand an explanation and an apology? Definitely. How could I do any of this without throwing all possibilities of another threesome with Nikki out the window? I was working on that.
Stepping out of the shower, still wet, I decided to put my plan into motion. It was a simple plan; the simplest, really. So, I texted Brooke, *Eat light. I am taking you and Nikki to Olive Garden at five.*
As I dried off she sent me two texts. First she wrote, *Sounds great!* Then she added, *Nikki wants to shop for a new dress, be home at four.*
I found myself dreading the evening. I might find out stuff I didn't want to know, I acknowledged to myself. I tried to shake off the jitters as best I could that afternoon but the thoughts still lingered.
***
Waiting patiently, dressed up in my nicest suit, I finally got a text from Brooke at fifteen minutes after four which read, *Running late. Meet you at OG at five.*
*Okay* I texted back as I headed out of the house, drove to the bank, and took out quite a bit of cash. Well, it was a lot for me. Then I headed over to the restaurant, trying to push my apprehension aside.
When I arrived, the girls were nowhere to be seen. I glanced inside and discovered that there was no waiting list to get in. So, I sat on the bench outside and waited for Brooke and Nikki to arrive. As usual, the weather was nice, so I didn't mind; it gave me time to gather my thoughts again.
At exactly five o'clock they pulled up in Nikki's yellow VW Beetle. The little car was a bit beat up but still cute. The girls could clearly be seen through the windshield.
As I stood up they hopped out of the car. Watching first my wife and then Nikki get out of the car, I was floored. They were both so fucking beautiful.
My wife, Brooke, wore a short, strapless red dress, tall black pumps and her blond hair pulled up in loose curls. Looking at the sexy woman who smiled at me as she approached, I felt so lucky to be married to her. The dress was new and I knew we'd be pretty tapped out after tonight, but I'm not the sort to fixate on money. I'd get paid again before the bills came due. We didn't use credit cards at all, so I wasn't concerned.
Nikki, half a foot taller than my wife, was stunning in a short black dress, which clung tightly to her slim body, and black stilettos. The dress was held up by a strap at each shoulder which left her chest bare. Though her small tits and the dress left no cleavage, unlike Brooke's, it was dead sexy. I noticed that her hair had faint blond highlights and a slight wave to it that hadn't been present that morning. She flashed me a smile before turning to lock up her car.
Brooke came up and kissed me. She said, "You look yummy."
"Me? You look beautiful!" I told her.
"What? This old thing?" she said with a laugh.
We both knew it was brand new. I said, "I like the hair too."
"Yeah? I didn't know if you'd like it. I know you usually prefer it down."
"I usually do, but the rings are so cute. It makes you look so innocent."
She laughed.
Nikki walked up and asked, "What are you two laughing about?"
Brooke said, "James said that I look innocent."
Nikki smiled at her and said, "Because of the hair, right? See, I told you it was a good look for you." Turning to me she added, "Love the suit, but the way."
"Thanks," I said. "That's a hot dress. Are those blond highlights I see?"
Nikki gave me a big smile and said, "Thank you for noticing. Yes. Do you like them?"
I nodded, before boldly reaching up and gently touching a lock of her hair. As I pulled it through my fingers I ran the back of my hand softly against her cheek. Prior to that morning I would have never touched another woman like that, especially in front of my wife. Things had surely changed. I said, "Yes, very pretty."
She leaned in and kissed me on the lips, her hand on my chest. Then she looked at me and asked, "Are we going to have some more fun tonight?"
I smiled at her and asked, "You need more?"
"Yes," she breathed. "This past year has been so bad for me."
I thought about that and wondered if that was the answer to the questions that I had. I decided to pursue that subject a little later and not do it standing out in front of Olive Garden.
Brooke stood right beside us, watching and listening. The fact that she didn't say anything told me that, she too, was expecting another threesome that night. My wife was not the shy sort to hold her tongue if she objected to anything at all.
"So, do you want to skip the meal and head straight home?" I asked.
"No, I'm starving," Nikki said and then giggled.
