Coach Jac -

The girls were up early the next morning, demanding breakfast. Jack, Sara, and I all appeared to be slightly groggy from the previous night's wine intake.

Despite being a Sunday morning I needed to go into the office to complete some paperwork. Sara and our daughter Chloe had arranged to go shopping for a new rain coat. As Jack prepared pancakes for the girls nothing seemed particularly awry. With the bridge now reopened we bade Jack and Emma goodbye and thanked them for hosting us. After a quick stop at home I headed out to the office and Sara and Chloe to the mall. We agreed to meet at home later for dinner. Sara had a standing Sunday evening date to meet a friend for a run at the local track so Chloe and I watched some TV before she headed off to her room to finish some homework before bed.

Sara arrived home and indicated that she was going to take a quick shower. I raised an eyebrow at her, and received an equally raised one back. It wasn't uncommon for me to join her in our ensuite shower. It was one of the places where we knew we could speak privately without Chloe hearing. Having not had any time to reconnect about the prior night I quickly stripped down and joined her in the steaming water of our large two headed ensuite shower.

Throughout the entire day I had replayed the sounds that I had heard the previous evening.

What I had heard...

The timing of them...

While it could well have been innocent my mind had certainly jumped to a number of very heady assumptions that I'd spent the entire day pondering.

It hadn't been the sounds of actual 'sex'... but it sure seemed like sounds of 'pleasure?'...

Sara was already in the shower and had soaped up her naked body. Now up close and intimate she looked up at me nervously, biting her lip as she did when she was anxious.

"So about last night at Jack's.. I'm not really sure where to start or what to say"

I quietly waited for her to continue. I was wound as tight as a spring myself.

But it was clear she was struggling.

"Did something, like..."

I prompted

Sara's gaze cast downward.

"Yeah, kinda... a bit..."

she admitted guiltily. Softly.

"I'd probably had a bit too much wine... and I guess I'd felt like maybe there was some... playful vibes and stuff"

she quietly explained.

"I guess that it kind of got carried away"

she murmured remorsefully.

"Did you...?"

I softly asked.

Her head snapped back up in surprise.

"No!"

she answered quickly and with certainty.

"You were right beneath us. I think you would have heard

that!

!"

I nodded silently in agreement.

I did understand her point about the evening. And I quietly recognized that I

had

been enjoying her flirtatious behavior... and had probably even tacitly encouraged it.

"As a starting point, it was

my

idea that you sleep in his bed"

I acknowledged. She looked up at me appreciatively, a glimmer of reassurance in her eyes.

We stood in silence for a moment. Unsure of how to proceed next.

"Why don't you just tell me what happened..."

I finally softly suggested.

As the water and steam poured around us Sara explained that her and Jack had made their way up to his bed and climbed in. As he'd slid in next to her she'd decided to tease him a bit more by turning on her side away from him and pulling the shirt up to flash him her bum again.

"He whispered to me that he'd already seen it..."

she explained falteringly.

"I'm not quite sure why I did it..."

she began again hesitantly,

"but I felt like he was challenging me a bit so I turned over onto my back and I flashed him my boobs"

"It was just really quick...but I could tell that he liked seeing them"

Sara continued...

"So after a minute, I lifted my shirt all of the way up for him again... and this time I left it"

she groaned.

Hearing her admit that she had essentially instigated things definitely stung a bit, but I nodded for her to continue.

"I guess I was, like, laying on my back and I let him touch them a little"

she explained remorsefully

"and then he was kissing them... and I was probably a bit drunk, but it felt sooo good, so I just encouraged him to keep doing it"

By this point of Sara's confession I felt almost detached from my surroundings. As she described what had happened I was drawn to some of the visions that had raced around my head throughout the day and previous night. I mentally re-envisioned the scenario...my wife topless, turned on, having her breasts squeezed and sucked... by someone else.

As I visualized this I slowly became aware that my breathing had increased. I glanced briefly at my waistline and realized that while not

hard

, my penis had certainly begun to swell up and lengthen.

I was more than familiar with how sensitive Sara's nipples and areola were and how quickly she can get turned on when they receive attention. I wasn't overly surprised by what she confessed next.

"He sorta had one hand really high up on my thigh... and I guess I pushed it over onto me so he could... you know..."

"Touch you..."

I finished. She nodded glumly in confirmation.

"It was probably just because of my heightened nerves, but it felt really good... and after just a minute or so I accidentally came"

she softly admitted.

"Not, like, the biggest one ever cause I was nervous, but..."

I slowly nodded in resigned understanding.

"...and I guess I was touching him too..."

Sara finally revealed.

At that disclosure I exhaled deeply and again briefly turned my gaze downward to my now stiffening penis.

This time Sara's eyes followed mine...

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In that moment a profound change in dynamic took place.

For me at least, it felt like time slowed to a crawl.

I could see my wife's eyes slowly widen as she recognized my aroused state, her gaze quickly flying back upwards to meet mine. Though she said no words, the look of surprise on her face was enough to convey her immediate internal reaction....

'hearing about this is making you

hard

!?!?'.

Probably the most monumental shift happened over those next several seconds as we stood there silently. Her in shock. Me in stunned dismay that she had noticed.

In those several moments I watched as her brain processed... shifted... and ultimately changed course... in a way that would have a profound impact on our sexual relationship going forward.

Sara took a slow step backwards to create a bit more space between our naked bodies. It served to accentuate the fact that my penis was now erect and pointing out towards her.

She tentatively reached her right hand in. I watched, frozen, as she closed her thumb and two of her fingers around the top of my shaft and lifted it upwards tauntingly, almost challenging me for a reaction.

As she had correctly assumed would be the case, I did not provide one.

"As I was saying"

she continued cautiously

"I'd been touching him a bit as well and he'd just made me cum....and given that I was essentially naked and had gotten him hard I kinda felt like I needed to... finish that off"

She had begun to tentatively push her thumb and fingers up and down my shaft.

With each sentence I could see my wife's trepidation and guilt being slowly replaced by a sense of complex curiosity. My unexpected physical arousal to her revelations was making it clear that her confession would not be causing me to throw things around the room, punch a wall, or pack my bags and leave. In fact, not only was I seemingly willing to accept the circumstances that had led to what had happened in Jack's bedroom... perhaps I even wanted to know

more

.

"Well, I guess I took his penis out and had him lay back on the bed"

Sara continued quietly, but matter of factly. I watched as she closed her entire hand around my shaft. She then added her second hand, similarly closed in a fist, on top of the first. She slowly rose the two of them up and down in tandem.

She leaned in towards my neck and affected a whisper

"I'm really sorry honey, but I jacked him off until he came"

she confessed.

I stifled a deep exhalation of breath and felt my body stiffen as she pumped her two hands up and down on my dick suggestively.

She brought her naked and slick body in even closer to me.

"I wanted him to get there quickly, so I used both hands on him"

she explained. This time she used a saccharine, teasing lilt leading me towards the inevitable question that perhaps she had intended.

"Was he, uhm..."

I could feel my throat knotting.

"big?....

" I managed to groan out.

In response to my question Sara silently ceased her motions around my erection and unclasped her hands. Making sure that she had my attention she flattened her palm and placed it at the tip of my swollen head. As most guys who are 5'11" would simply say that they're six feet tall, I would generally just describe my endowment as 'six inches'. But like those other guys, the actual truth is probably just a wee bit under that figure.

Ever so slowly Sara moved her palm backwards creating space between the tip of my penis and her hand. Finally, she stopped, displaying a about three inches of empty space.

"I'd say about there"

she indicated cooly.

Her hand again encircled my shaft, briefly gripping around it and giving it a suggestive squeeze before she began to slowly expand her grip. She continued until her thumb and middle finger parted with half an inch of space between them.

"And about there"

she explained indicating his girth.

I could feel myself begin to twitch as she compared the size of my penis with Jack's. As my mind pictured her, shirt off, panties around her knees, bent over someone else's big cock I reached behind me for the bar of soap and passed it to her.

It was another symbolic shift in the balance as she accepted it from me and began to lather up my straining erection.

Not another word was said in the shower as her hand again closed around my now slippery shaft and began to pump up and down. For the next 30 seconds I imagined my wife in exactly the scenario she had just described... until I ejaculated long and hard into the swirling water below.

She watched on with curiosity.

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The call from Jack the next day was apologetic.

"I'm so sorry man. I'd clearly had too much wine. Sara's your wife and I disrespected your marriage by fooling around with her. I take full responsibility. I really enjoy hanging out with you guys but I know that I've done damage to our friendship"

I let him finish his apology. But given Sara's confession that she had inadvertently instigated the activity in Jack's bed I knew that I was in no place to rage at him about what had happened.

And while I certainly hadn't

made

them fool around together I recognized that 'I' was the one who had been turned on by her flirty behavior that night and 'I' was the one who had suggested she sleep in his bed.

More privately, 'I' was also the one who had spent the morning re-imagining it happening...

I accepted Jack's apology and made it clear that the circumstances of the evening had gotten a little heady and that he wasn't entirely to blame. I made it clear that it wouldn't affect our friendship.

Because of their responsibilities with the basketball team Sara and Jack were in a very frequent communication loop... one that did not include me. Previously I'd never put any thought into that. However as I sat there with my coffee it began to feel fairly stark. I knew that the two of them texted frequently... and I had to assume that they currently had a bit more to talk about besides just youth basketball.

I had no idea how the two of them addressed what had happened that night. And I didn't really feel comfortable asking.

Had they just agreed to put the whole thing aside? Had they discussed what happened in any detail?

Had Sara shared with Jack that

my

response to the whole thing had been a bit... unexpected?

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I lay in bed that night hard, aroused, and frustrated as I attempted to fall asleep. Sara read quietly next to me, her nightlight the only illumination in the room. Sensing my unsettled state as I tossed and turned next to her she finally placed her book down and turned to me.

"Everything ok hon?"

she soothed, placing a calming hand across my shoulder and drawing it down to my chest.

"Yeah. Just having difficulty getting to sleep"

I explained, leaving aside the reasons why.

Her hand slowly slipped down my stomach and under the covers. Before I recognized what was happening it had slipped further until it brushed past my stiff erection.

I didn't even need to look over to gauge her reaction. Surprise at first, and then given a moment of contemplation, recognition and understanding. My erection surely made it fairly clear what was likely on my mind and why I was restless.

Her hand slipped down into my underwear until she found bare skin, softly closing around it and beginning to gently stroke.

She got several pumps in before I desperately let out with one of the things I wanted to know. That I'd been replaying over in my head.

"Where did he cum?"

She didn't answer at first, remaining silent and slowly stroking me until I turned my head to face her. As expected, she was observing me with a curious, but coy grin.

"Where do you want him to have cum?"

she smirked.

"Sar..."

I warned. I didn't have much left in me by this point and her efforts with her hand were not helping.

"Into a tshirt that was by the side of his bed"

she finally answered matter-of-factly.

"Is that what you wanted to hear?"

she continued. I sensed a change in tone.

"Would you rather him have done it on my boobs or my ass or something?"

she challenged with an edge or sarcasm.

I couldn't quite place her change in mood, but it had a bit of

'I'm-confused-that-this-happened-by-accident-and-now-youre-super-turned-on-by-it'

energy.

I remained silent and let her continue to jerk me off.

It didn't take long, and as she quickly built me up to orgasm I finally asked the one question I knew I needed an answer to:

"Did you enjoy it?"

She fixed me with a silent gaze for a moment as her hand pumped up and down in my lap.

"Yes".

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By the third day following the encounter thoughts of what happened had become somewhat all consuming. We carried on with our work day and attended Chloe's basketball game that evening. It was the first time we had seen Jack since that night and thankfully nothing was weird. He gave me a fist bump and a pat on the back as usual. Sara gave him one of those 'mom' hugs, leaning in with her upper half and wrapping one arm around him casually while holding her coffee with her free hand. The girls played great and handily defeated their opponents. At the end of the game I watched from the bleachers as Sara told me to wait so that she could go speak with Jack about the arrangements for the next game.

I watched intently. Although I could not hear what they were saying, every little movement or facial expression seemed to take on an imagined new meaning. At one point she put her hand on his arm as she giggled about something. It was almost impossible for me to not think of that same hand working up and down on Jack's erection. Her quietly urging him to cum...

I'd done my best to analyze Sara's overall mood in the days since her admission but I'd avoided bringing it up again. On the outside she was her usual bubbly self, but I could tell that she had been wrestling with her feelings about it (as well as my unexpected reaction to what had happened). On the surface she seemed grateful that I wasn't angry and was willing to move past it. But she had clearly been surprised to discover that what had taken place was arousing to me.

I sensed that it had provided an unexpected opportunity which she was having difficulty trying to resolve.

Her admission that she had enjoyed fooling around with Jack had caused a similar reaction with me. If Sara had simply tied it off and said that it was a mistake that would never happen again I imagined that I would be attempting to compartmentalize it and move on. However, knowing that she had enjoyed it... and likely would have wanted to do more... served to keep a small coin spinning in the back of my head.

And not knowing what her and Jack were ever messaging about was beginning to drive me crazy!!

That night I lay in bed reading as Sara got ready for bed in the ensuite.

I watched in shock as the door finally swung open and my wife sauntered casually towards the bed wearing one of my oversized t-shirts. As she slid the covers away with a smirk and slipped down next to me in the bed she mischievously let the shirt ride up, revealing that she was again wearing nothing but a thong. I gawked at the soft pale skin of her exposed bum as she teased me in the same fashion she'd done in Jack's bed.

In less than a minute Sara was bent over the side of the bed with me pounding into her from behind. The thong had been hurriedly wrenched to the side to expose her pussy and I raggedly thrust into her, turned wild by her teasing coercion.

I lasted all of a minute before flooding her with cum and collapsing down onto the bed. Moments later she lay next to me, her wand vibrator held tightly to her clit, her eyes closed, and an impish smile on her face. I couldn't help but wonder what she was imagining in her head.

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Two more nights passed uneventfully. There was clearly a lot being thought about, but going formally undiscussed by both of us.

On Thursday afternoon I received a WhatsApp from Sara while at work.

'Apparently Chloe and Emma are planning to stay over at Bailey's on Saturday night. Jack asked if we wanted to go over to his place to watch the game?'

I paused as I could see the notation that my wife was again typing...

'And maybe sleep over'