"I've told you before John, I have no interest in other women."
"But you haven't tried, have you?"
"No, of course not," I replied as my husband ran his fingers over my bare stomach and into the narrow landing strip of hair.
"Well how do you know?"
"Know what?"
"That you wouldn't like it."
"I just do and I am not interested."
"You might like it," he said cupping one of my full breasts as I took my glasses off in preparation for sex.
This must have been the ninth or tenth time we'd had a conversation like this in our twenty odd years of marriage. It had started probably eight or so years ago just as we were both approaching forty. Whether such significant birthdays had anything to do with it or not I'm not sure, but John was as persistent as I was evasive about the issue. Oddly, I was nowhere near as averse to it as I made out because admitting it to him was the main issue, particularly after telling him for so long that I was strictly a man's woman.
As I had got older and was sidling through my forties, my attitude towards sex had changed and had become far more liberal and adventurous well, at least in theory!
Like most women I had over the years been approached by other women both overtly, but mainly, fairly covertly. Each of these I had avoided although I had been tempted a couple of times and one in particular could well have made me 'cross the line' had circumstances been different.
My sex life with John was pretty good, well it was at least as good as most others I learned from the oblique conversations I had with friends and the more open ones with women I met online when I made occasional visits to chat rooms. I'm not quite sure why I started using them, perhaps because I was bored now that the kids were off our hands, as much as kids ever are. At the time I hadn't gone back to work and the chat room visits relieved the boredom and brought a little fun and excitement to my life including the occasional mutual masturbation or as I learned it was called, cybering!
I needed more in my life though so I decided to get a job. But what? Admittedly I didn't try that hard but I tapped a few old contacts, scoured the job ads online for a couple of months and registered with some agencies with a total lack of success and then completely out of the blue a guy at the tennis club who had heard that I was looking for a part time job offered me one. I had been the events organiser at the club for a while and he had seen what a good job I had done, even if I do say so myself, with our club's centenary celebrations.
Adam's company organised and ran conferences, conventions and large meetings. Not the size of, say, political party conferences but a level down from that with his specialisation being company conventions. He needed some part time help at these events, mainly the few days before they started as everything was being put together. It was right up my street.
I worked with Lisa who was my boss as she was full time and ran the smaller events by herself. The three or four larger events that the company ran each month were where I came into play. After being in the job for a few months I became the main contact with the venue and the client for three or four weeks before the event took place agreeing all the details and then being at the venue for two or three days before and then during the proceedings. Most were in or around London and were within easy commuting distance but there were the occasional overnights when they were further away. That was a bit of an issue with John especially when now and then the 'occasional overnight' was stretched to two or three but we coped.
I had been in the job for a year or so and Lisa and I had become quite close. Although we worked well together, were about the same age, had similar lifestyles and family situations and we both talked a lot, we were quite different in appearance. Whilst she was tall, around five nine, I guessed with long, shoulder-length brunette hair in a style that was perhaps a little on the young side for her age, I was average, five six or so in height with spiky, blonde with dark streaks hair that barely reached my shoulders. She was beautifully slim with what is described in novels as a willowy figure whereas I was all 'tits 'n ass' having 36inch D cup boobs to hers what I guessed were at their best 34B. My body was rounded and somewhat voluptuous whereas hers was lithe and slender.
As often happens with female work colleagues our conversations gradually became more personal and covered more intimate topics to the point that one evening when we were staying the night at a conference centre near to Bristol and having a drink after dinner, I mentioned how John had asked if I would go with another woman as he watched. I hasten to add that it was not as blunt as that sounds and came after a fairly long chat about how one's attitudes towards many things change as you get older and one of us mentioned sex as being like that.
We both agreed that we saw it as being a far less precious gift than we had when younger and that in the appropriate circumstances, with the right guy and no chance of getting caught we would have little or no compunction about having sex with a stranger.
"Better that way," I giggled into my third gin and tonic. "There's no tomorrows?"
"Mmmmm very true and you don't want those with a one nighter do you?"
"Well unless he's a young stud," I smiled.
"Mmmmm exactly, have you?"
"What?"
"Been with one?"
"A young guy?"
"No I haven't, have you?"
"Mmmm yes I have actually."
It was just a couple of weeks after that I told Lisa about John's persistent request.
"Doesn't want to join in then?" she smiled.
"Well no he didn't say that but maybe he would want to."
"I think it's pretty common."
"What, going with other women or threesomes?" I asked, smiling as I sipped my drink.
She laughed. "Both probably."
"Why are you interested?" I asked jokingly.
"Well John's pretty tasty, you never know," she joked back.
Nothing more was said that evening as a couple of colleagues joined us.
A couple of weeks later Lisa and I were staying the night in Swindon finishing off the arrangements for a large training event for Porsche the next day. Again we had dinner and a few drinks and once more the discussion came round to relationships.
"Nothing that serious or to the point where we'd break up, but Ronnie and I don't get on anywhere near as well as we used to," Lisa told me and I agreed that was similar to John's and my marriage.
Our conversation drifted onto a similar theme to the last time about having an affair and we both agreed that it was just too much effort and risky.
"As you said last time Jay, it's best with no tomorrows."
"I guess so but have you and Ronnie thought of swinging or maybe," I added quickly. "Have done it."
"Yes we've thought about it and looked into it once but it came to nothing. Why is that an invitation?"
We chatted along those lines until she asked.
"Is there anyone you really fancy?"
"What like a celebrity?"
"No, a real person."
"Well being truthful love, I have always had a soft spot for Adam."
"Our Adam?"
"Yes, as you know we were at the same tennis club and we had a few moments before he offered me this job."
"How interesting, how far did you go?"
"Oh nothing other than dancing together and some flirting, at the time it was a bit close to home as his wife was at the club as well,"
"You don't play any more do you?"
"What tennis?" I smiled.
"What else might you play at Jay?" Lisa said surprisingly seriously
"No, I gave it up when I hurt my hip."
"So, not so close to home any more."
"Well closer in some ways really."
"Yes but no wife is involved now Jay is there?"
"No true but I do work for him.
"Still doesn't stop you fancying him does it and I can understand it?"
"That's true and how do you mean?"
"Well I have always fancied him too."
"Really?" I smiled full of female curiosity. "Has anything happened?"
"No," she replied back and paused before adding. "Yet."
"Ooooo, maybe we both have him?" I joked.
She looked at me with a serious expression on her face. "Together?"
