Chapter 5
Lacey from Behind
"So Ben wants to meet you," my wife said one day.
"What? Why would he want to meet me?" I asked.
"Well, I talk to him about you and he thinks you'd be a fun person to hang out with."
"Really, and what do you think? Aren't you worried that if the three of us hang out, we'll try to talk you into fucking both of us together?"
"No, because that's not going to happen. You know I have no interest in a threesome. Why would I want to have to try and please two men at the same time? It just seems so tedious and pointless. No, I just think you two would really get along well and you both need more friends."
She had a point. I really hadn't made any new friends in quite some time and had somehow grown apart from the ones that I did have. I had no one to talk to aside from my wife and apparently Ben was in the same boat. He works way too much to have many personal contacts and since his wife had openly admitted her hatred of him divorce was on the horizon so he didn't even have that companionship.
Oh, and as for the threesome thing, she had a point there too. In the years that we had been together she had voiced her opinion on that subject many times. I had never tried to talk her into it, but had joked around and even asked her if it might be one of her hidden fantasies. No dice. She plainly and honestly told me that the thought of it held no fascination for her and that it was something she would never even consider trying.
Of course, in the past couple of weeks, she had done a few things that she would never have considered doing.
"Okay," I gave in. "I guess it's just the polite thing to do meeting the man who's fucking my wife. When will we be going out?"
"Probably sometime this week. Let me get a hold of him and find out."
Lacey went and made arrangements for the two of us to meet up with Ben on Tuesday night at the bar they usually go to. When we got there, I was a little surprised by what I found. Remember, this was the first time I had ever even seen Ben and he wasn't quite what I'd expected. Slim, an inch or two taller than me, somewhat plain looking with a scruffy beard. I guess he wasn't a bad looking guy, just average. I had envisioned someone with a little more overt sex appeal. Why else would my wife be so eager to fuck him?
Even while the night was still young, and I was well into my second Long Island Iced Tea, I started to realize what may have been some of his appeal. He was never at a loss for words. He talked about everything, to everyone, and was quite animated while doing so. It must be fun for Lacey to hang out with someone so outgoing as I am usually very reserved. The next thing I started to realize is that a lot of the regulars at the bar certainly must know, or at least suspect, that Ben was fucking my wife. What made me think this was the look on her face. She was wearing a slight smile that was at once both knowing and wistful, but it was the look in her eyes that said it all. Her eyes were wide and intense as she watched Ben, the eyes of a starving woman looking at a steak that she can't wait to dive into. Her thoughts couldn't have been more obvious if she'd been holding a neon sign saying "I want to fuck this man!" How could anyone see these two come in every Friday, her with that look in her eyes, and watch them leave together without knowing what they were going off to do?
As I have a tendency not to talk much when I'm first getting to know someone, I just sat and absorbed the
situation until we went to grab a bite to eat and then on to another bar. At this bar I ended up having a few more Long Island's and a cranberry and vodka.
"So," Ben said. "Are you ok with all of this?"
"You mean with you fucking my wife?" I replied. "Certainly. As long as she comes home to me I'm fine with it."
"I just want to make sure," he continued. "I mean I've done a lot of crazy shit, but having a guy actually tell me that he want's me to get with his woman is a new one for me. I mean, I have her side of the story and I guess I just wanted to hear it from you."
"I told you." Lacey offered. "It turns him on."
"So what do you do when she's out with me?" he asked.
"I just wait for her to get home so I can fuck her myself."
By now the alcohol was causing both Ben and myself to lose control of the how loud we were speaking and it's almost certain that people were overhearing us. In fact, Lacey was sure of it. She pointed out that a small group of people at the bar near our table had grown suspiciously quite as our conversation wore on, and that she was sure she had seen a smile on the face of our waitress.
"She's free to do whatever she wants," I continued, "as long as she tells me all about it while she's fucking me."
A smile came to Ben's face and Lacey buried her face in her arms as we continued talking. She was obviously becoming embarrassed, but she was also laughing and smiling. She was enjoying the attention.
