My wife was a slut! This sentence must seem harsh, but there was no other way to describe it. I knew we weren't together back then. I also knew that she was free to do as she wished. But what would you call a woman that takes part in a threesome with two male strangers she just met a couple of hours before in a bar?
Sarah's confessions troubled me for the rest of that day. I was trying to rationally get over it but my mind was constantly being overwhelmed by unsettling thoughts. I had always assumed my wife had had a more modest sexual life before our relationship. Does it matter? I don't know why, but I felt like my pride was being challenged. Surprisingly, or maybe not, it didn't take too long for me to get over this issue. The following night we made love again and it was great. In fact, ever since Sarah had begun telling me about her past, we were having the best sex in a long time. By the following morning, Sarah's mischiefs didn't seem as bitter as before.
I hid all this distress from Sarah. In her mind, my arousal during her stories seemed to be proof enough that I had no problem with her unfolding story. Probably, that's why she took her account so far. And that's why she kept teasing me in the following days with small, additional details of her last story. Whenever I questioned her about the truthfulness of it, her answers were seldom straight and unequivocal. It would be easy not to believe her story, but I did, although I was convinced she must've embellished it here and there.
A few days later, my wife and I were invited to a small gathering at the house of a couple Sarah knew from work and she asked them if she could bring a friend with us, Allyson. I didn't know what to think of it. Allyson didn't know any of those people and Sarah didn't give me any reason at all for her initiative.
On the day of the event, Sarah surprised me again. She had decided to wear a very peculiar skirt, which I had never seen before. It was much shorter than usual and it seemed a bit old fashioned, although, from the male point of view, at least, it looked good and suited Sarah perfectly. The ensemble was completed with a discreet blouse, which toned down the boldness of the skirt, and a pair of high-heeled shoes. Overall, Sarah looked much younger and more juvenile than usual.
"How do I look?" she asked to me.
I know better than question a woman's appearance minutes before going out, so I only said, "You look great."
However, Sarah didn't seem happy with my answer and insisted, "Look at me properly and tell me what you think?"
"If you wanted to look more daring than usual... then you got it!" I honestly said.
Sarah smiled but there seemed to be a bit of disappointment behind it. Then she said, "Come on, my love. We're late."
We headed for Allyson's apartment, to pick her up, and then we went straight to the party.
Allyson complimented my wife's clothes, but there was an arrogant air about her as if, underneath her words, she was condemning Sarah's alternative look. The truth was, I guess, she couldn't stand the idea of being outshone by another woman.
As expected, in the beginning Allyson didn't stray from our presence, since we were her only acquaintances there. However, Sarah quickly got sucked into helping in the kitchen by the female host, leaving me no choice but to babysit her friend.
I tried to make conversation, by asking Allyson, "How's John?" John was the guy she had been dating the last time we had met.
"Who?" she asked back, while helping herself to an orange juice from a nearby table.
I immediately realized that John was history and didn't press further.
"What happened to your wife?" she questioned in turn.
She was obviously referring to Sarah's outfit, "I don't know. I guess she decided to wear something different this time."
Allyson's eyes kept scanning my wife from top to the bottom. She seemed to be over-analyzing Sarah, certainly jealous of her. Allyson took her glass to her mouth and I stared at her red lips. She took a small sip and then delicately licked the fruity wetness left on her top lip. The memory of Sarah's confessions ignited my imagination and I pictured Allyson repeating her gesture... but this time it wasn't juice she was licking... Then my wife joined her and their tongues touched for a moment... I imagined both women kissing, experimenting in the beginning and then releasing all their desire; their hands roaming over each other's naked body... Then, I imagined I was in the middle of the action and the starring cock was mine...
"What are you looking at?" she asked. My daring thoughts were disrupted and Allyson stared at me as if I were an idiot.
"Has anyone ever told you that you have gorgeous lips?" I unadvisedly said as I stared her back.
Allyson froze. Even I was surprised with my sudden audacity. She stared at me in silence, with a stern countenance, as if she was demanding me to do or say something, maybe an apology. For a moment, I thought she was going to freak out. I could've diverted my gaze from her, but, by not doing so, the impact of my words was even greater. Then she broke the tension and smiled. As long as I could remember, Allyson had never smiled at me like that. I was, at first, somewhat flattered by her response but also was aware of a moment of complicity between us as if she were telling me that, this time, I would get away with my obvious flirting.
Allyson broke the eye contact but didn't go away from me. Her continued presence seemed to confirm that she had accepted this moment of intimacy and maybe even desired more. Was this all that it took for her to lower her guard?
Allyson and I had always had a cold relationship. I never liked her very much and I'm sure the feeling was mutual. But at that moment, Allyson seemed close to me, very close. I had no intention to cheat on Sarah, but I wanted to take my new proximity to Allyson a little further, just a bit more before crossing any line.
Allyson had all her attention focused on my wife once again. I tried to follow the line of her gaze and see if I could determine what was on her mind. Allyson seemed to be looking straight at Sarah's hot legs. They discreetly glittered as if they were shrouded by a thin, transparent piece of silk. Was she admiring my wife's legs? Or was it her butt? I stared at Allyson's face again; her eyes were fixed on Sarah, her mouth slightly open. It was as if... as if she was turned on by what she was seeing, incapable of looking away and fantasizing... How hot would it be to witness another woman becoming aroused by my own wife's body?
All of a sudden, Allyson's eyes opened wider... in surprise. It lasted only for a fraction of a second but I captured the moment. I looked back at Sarah trying to figure out what had triggered Allyson's mysterious reaction. A fast sequence of thoughts rushed in my head before being struck by the answer. How hadn't I realized it before?
I should've kept my mouth shut but, in the heat of the moment, I couldn't help myself...
"Do you like Sarah's skirt?" I asked to Allyson.
"I..." she began saying before she realized what my question really meant.
We looked at each other in silence. I could see doubt in her eyes. Allyson was trying to determine what I knew and if my question had anything to do with her recent discovery.
My wife's skirt was familiar to Allyson. That had been the skirt Sarah was wearing the day she let herself be fucked by those two strangers; I was sure of it. And that's why my wife wanted me to pay attention to her clothes early in the evening... although I didn't get it then. Sarah had told me that she had kept that skirt but I never thought she would exhibit it in the open like this.
Allyson's reaction disrupted any doubt I still had about the veracity of my wife's confessions. We were both staring at each other in a contest of wills, both trying to access each other's knowledge without disclosing our own. Much to my surprise, I didn't feel uneasy with this confrontation, but Allyson had fear in her eyes. In fact, she seemed in shock. Was she fearing for Sarah, or was she ashamed of their past?
Encouraged by the moment, I insisted, "Sarah's skirt... Do you like it?"
Speechless, Allyson quickly fled and kept a comfortable distance from me throughout the remainder of the night. I couldn't help myself from feeling disappointed. Once again, I couldn't reconcile this woman's past with her current behavior. I was expecting her to fight back, to surprise me with some bold statement or deed, but not to flee in embarrassment.
I made no attempt to chase Allyson. Sarah became my target now and I patiently waited for a moment alone with her to confront her. It was hard to become naturally engaged in the party after all these developments, but I tried my best.
Sarah's outfit was a success. Claire, the hostess, personally congratulated me for having such a good looking wife and praised her youthful figure. Even Gary, another guest there, publicly mentioned Sarah's beautiful legs before looking at me and adding solemnly, "With all due respect."
In the end, it was Sarah who sought for me...
"What did you tell her?" she apprehensively asked.
I knew right away that Allyson had been probing Sarah, "Nothing... I just asked her if she liked your skirt..."
