It was another bright Sunday morning, two days after Alice and I had seen Carmen and Steve going into the cinema with their new potential conquests, Julie and Gary. The kids were at their usual soccer practice so we had taken the opportunity to go to the gym together. Alice had booked her favourite spinning class while I had intended to spend an hour working out in the weight room.
Since our descent into the Hotwife and Cuckold lifestyle, I had felt driven to at least try and keep pace with my wife's increasing fitness and athleticism. The effect of our new lifestyle on her body had been amazing. Always good looking, she was now simply stunning in a lithe, toned, slightly androgynous way that caught the attention of most men that she passed, though she still seemed oblivious to this.
At the risk of sounding conceited, the results on me had been satisfying too. Never really overweight, I had toned up and beefed up to the extent that even I noticed the looks I sometimes got from a small but pleasing number of other gym users, to my astonishment both male and female.
Of course far from wanting an affair myself, my motivation was entirely focussed on maintaining the interest and attraction of my lovely and increasingly unfaithful wife but it did me no harm to feel attractive from time to time.
That morning I was looking forward to an hour on the weights while Alice worked up her usual Sunday morning sweat but my plans were thwarted as I left the men's changing room in my gym kit, towel in hand and bumped almost literally into a hot, perspiring Carmen in the corridor.
"Sorry..." I mumbled then suddenly exclaimed, "Carmen!"
"Hi," she replied, smiling broadly then, after looking around to check for anyone nearby added, "Good morning, Mister C. Have you just arrived?"
I nodded. "Alice will be out in a minute. Are you doing the spinning class?"
"Not today; Steve's taking me clothes shopping." She leaned closer. "Not that I can buy anything yet!"
Her hand lightly touched her tummy and I understood. Carmen was less than two months pregnant and didn't want her husband to know until she had gone through the tricky first twelve week period. Buying clothes now would be foolish, knowing that in a few short weeks they wouldn't fit her any more.
"So what will you do?"
"I'll stick to lingerie, I reckon," she smiled, "that normally makes him happy. Oh look!"
Along the corridor, Alice was rushing out of the ladies' changing room, towel and water bottle in hand, looking a little flustered. Carmen waved and smiled at her but was answered only by a brief wave, a finger pointing to her watch and a hand sign clearly meaning that she would call Carmen later. Carmen replied by grinning and mouthing 'OK' before turning to me.
"Fancy a quick coffee before you go into the gym?"
I looked at my own watch but knew as I did it that there was no way I was going to decline a one-to-one conversation with the She-Devil; certainly when it was less than two days since I had seen her and Steve in the cinema with their latest intended conquests, the sweet, pretty, pregnant Julie and her husband Gary.
I ordered a large Americano for Carmen and a Diet Coke for myself then joined her at a small table by the window, trying to appear casual and relaxed but very eager to hear how the evening had gone.
"Well?" I ploughed in after she had sat down, unable to contain my curiosity, "how did it go?"
She looked at me with a puzzled expression but her twinkling eyes gave the lie to her apparent innocence.
"Julie and Gary," I continued, "we saw you at the movies on Friday."
"Oh, that!" she replied infuriatingly casually.
"How did you get on? Did you get your Total Conquest?" I dropped my voice to avoid being overheard but there was so much chatter in the coffee bar that we were safe.
"Well you could say that rain stopped play," she shrugged enigmatically. I looked at her puzzled; she laughed, "Don't look so disappointed!"
"You don't mean that Steve finally met a girl who was immune to his seductive powers," I laughed, remembering how easily he had seduced my own wife.
"Oh no, she's wants him all right; more than ever after Friday. We're going to get there; there's no doubt about it now."
"Then tell me more, She-Devil," I chuckled, leaning forward so make sure I heard every word. Carmen leaned towards me conspiratorially; I don't think I've ever seen such a look of mischief on her face.
"OK, Mister C," she began, "If you saw us you'll know things were going very well by the time we got to the cinema."
I nodded my agreement. "It looked as if you were all getting quite friendly."
"And so we were," she continued, "I was driving so the others were all a bit tipsy. Not so much with Julie because of the baby, but even she had had a couple of glasses of wine."
"And as predicted was responding well to Steve's attentions?" I asked.
"Oh yes!" Carmen smiled.
It was easy to imagine. My own sweet wife had been something of a pushover for Carmen's good-looking, persuasive husband, taking less than forty-five minutes in the car to go from innocent giggling fun to deep penetration and eager insemination, and all while I had watched her submission in the rear view mirror.
"And her husband seemed to falling under your spell too," I added.
"You men do like a bit of flattery too, don't you?" Carmen grinned. "Anyway we all went into the theatre and sat together. I made sure the boys were on the outside and that Julie was next to Steve."
"Meaning you were between her and her husband," I mused, picturing her 'divide and conquer' technique. "I suppose you were all on the back row like a bunch of teenagers? That's a bit corny, but I like it!" I teased her.
"That's where you're wrong, Mister Cuckold," she countered. "The back row is very over-rated. What you really want is to be in the row closest to the front with fewest people in it."
I looked puzzled again and she continued, "OK, Smartypants, during the movie, where does the light come from."
"From the front; the screen, obviously."
"Right, and where does it fall on you?"
"On your front, again obviously."
"So who can see your front?"
"Someone who's in... front... of... you..." the penny had dropped.
"Right again. All anyone behind you can see, even if they stand up, is a bit of silhouette. No-one can see what's going on at waist level, even if they look. The light from the screen is too bright."
There was no denying her logic.
"And of course you're more likely to get a row to yourself at the front, which is what we did; a full row to ourselves, three rows from the front. Perfect."
I was amazed; Carmen had made seduction more of a science than an art. Alice and I had never stood a chance against the cunning of this extraordinary woman. Thank God! I added silently.
"So how far did you get?" I asked, surprised at my own keenness to learn about another couple's fate.
Carmen leaned forwards to make sure she couldn't be overheard. I could smell the fresh sweat on her hot womanly body.
"Well, if you really must know, after surprisingly few objections, Steve eventually got her leggings down to her knees, her thighs apart and his hand well inside her panties."
"Wow!" I exclaimed under my breath, remembering how sweet and innocent Julie had looked pushing her buggy through the cafe. "Did she stop him? Or even try to?"
"She made a few half-hearted attempts but nothing serious. She didn't seem to know what was happening at first but pretty quickly found out how good it felt and in the end Steve gave her a good, long fingering."
"Oh my God! And all in public?"
"Yes indeed. There wasn't anyone close by though." Carmen thought for a moment before continuing, "I'm pretty sure she had a couple of little orgasms; I could feel her shaking a bit in her seat a couple of times, and there were a few wafts of that distinctive climaxing-cunt smell." My mind was reeling at the images flashing though it. "There's no doubt he would have ended up giving her a fucking to remember when we got them home."
"So why didn't he?" I asked impatiently.
"Hold on, Mister C," she scolded laughingly, "don't you want to know about Gary?"
"I kind of assumed he was receiving your attentions to distract him, like you did with me," I suggested, remembering how on that first evening, Carmen had used her hands on my groin to keep me on the very edge of climax for ages while her husband efficiently dismantled my wife's resistance behind me.
"Well you're right again, Clever Dick," she laughed, "but I didn't let him touch me like you did; not now I'm pregnant. I managed to open his trousers and play with him for quite a while." I must have looked puzzled because she added "Underneath the jacket across his lap." She paused as if considering something, "He really does have a small cock, you know. It's nowhere near as big as Steve's - not even as big as yours now I think of it. He's a really nice guy though and very good looking too but..." she left the words hanging.
