Chapter 1: How it started
Just as I was hanging up the phone my wife Zoe came in from the garage. "Guess what honey?" I asked her. Before she could answer I revealed what I asked her to guess. "Randy is going to be in town in a few days and he wants to get together."
"NO!" Zoe cut me off from saying anything further. I was also taken back by how ferocious she was. "I will not permit that bastard to drag you into any further trouble."
My cute petite wife was often demure in her personality. Her current attitude was understandable considering who we were talking about, he was often the cause of quite the commotion both legally and illegally. On the other hand he was a lot of fun to hang around with. "How much trouble can he get me into in one evening?" I asked trying to figure a way to let her allow me to hang out with my former buddy. We haven't seen or even heard from him in three years since he moved away. Why he moved away has been much speculated over, most think it was because he committed some crime.
"Karl, aren't you still on probation from the last time you thought that?" she would often answer my questions with a question when she wanted me to figure out the answer for myself. Often I would intentionally play dumb just to mess with her. After all it was a lot of fun watching her get all frustrated with me when she thought she could teach me something.
My wife didn't like Randy. She told me that many times before he split town and was elated that he left. What I never told her was that if it wasn't for him we would have never have met. He had dragged me to a party that I didn't want to go to, it was at that party that I met my wife. Because of that I felt that I owed him and the only payment he wanted was someone to have some fun with. "Nope. I have been off probation for a year and a half now. Besides, I thought it was a good idea at the time."
"A good idea?" Zoe asked in disbelief. "A good idea? How in this form of reality could you consider having a go-cart demolitions derby in a supermarket parking lot in the middle of the night a good idea? How?" She was already looking exasperated and our game had only begun.
"I think the fifth of whiskey we had consumed had something to do with that." Smiling I continued, "At least I never let him drag me into his womanizing schemes just his fun ones."
Her face turned red giving away that she was about to get very angry. "Then how do you explain that photo of you in bed with that whore?"
That photo nearly destroyed our marriage but luck prevailed and my wife didn't leave me over something that wasn't my fault. "I was too drunk to stay conscious when that photo was taken. You know I don't even remember seeing her at that party."
She used her words to stab at me. "And yet the two of you were curled up naked together."
"We never had sex. Randy even confirmed that when you threatened to beat it out of him." Remembering how she held him by the front of his shirt in her left hand and in her right hand was a pen that she was threatening to stab him with nearly caused me to chuckle. My wife is very tinny compared to Randy and it looked quite comical.
"What was it that you told me that I could do to get even?" Before I could answer she continued. "Why would you let me have sex with someone else if it wasn't because you actually did sleep with that whore?" Her glare challenging me. The truth was that I found the idea of my wife sleeping with someone else to be a turn on but I just could not bring myself to tell her that.
"Why do you keep calling Karen a whore? She was one of your best friends." I said trying to change the direction of that question from our conversation.
"Was is the optimal word. Even with you been passed out drunk in that picture she wasn't. How dare she do that to me. Being part of a plot to drive a wedge between us. Unforgivable."
"She said she was sorry."
"Not only that." Zoe continued as if she didn't hear what I just said. "She posed for that picture to through off her husbands suspicions as to who the real father of her baby was."
"You mean?" I asked in surprise. Never once had I thought that her baby wasn't fathered by anyone other than her husband. Not long after that photo was taken Karen and Paul hit a rough patch in their marriage. I had always assumed it had to do with her pregnancy but not the way my wife just told me.
"Yes. That bastard friend of yours knocked her up. She told me all about how great his huge fat cock felt as it pounded his baby into her cheating cunt." I knew Randy liked to chase skirts, married or single, I just didn't know that he had gotten into Karen.
"I always thought it was your panties he wanted to get into." As soon as I said that I could see my wife's nipples starting to poke through her bra and blouse. I had always thought she was attracted to him regardless of what she said.
"He tried many times." she told me. I could feel my cock starting to stir. She had told me about each time he hit on her and just how far he got on each of those times. I would pretend to be angry with my buddy when in reality I had hopped he would score at least once with my wife. On a few of those occasions I am sure he got further than what she would admit.
"So did he succeed?" I asked hopefully.
"No." She told me dashing my fantasy to just remain just that, a fantasy. "And you had better not go out drinking with him while he is in town either."
"If you don't trust us together so much why not join us and keep an eye on me?"
"Because I don't trust him. He would probably slip you a micky and then when he helps me get you home he would make his move. Already having liquored me up he may even succeed in getting that enormous cock into me. Is that something you want? An unfaithful wife?" I could tell that Zoe was getting a bit more turned on.
I had to swallow back the truth and lie, "No." A short lie I hopped would be more believable than a long one.
"Good because I don't plan on using that free indulgent you gave me."
Chapter 2: The Plan
A few days latter when I was changing my cloths after work my wife called out from our bathroom. "Karl, Honey, I think I may have found a way so you can see your old friend and I could be there without being their."
Confused. "What? I don't understand what you just said."
Zoe walked out of the bathroom but she didn't look like herself. Her normal red hair was covered in a long blond wig and her eyes were no longer blue but green. That alone may not be enough to fool anyone that we knew but she also didn't dress the way she normally did. Her skirt was much shorter than any I have ever saw her in, so short that it didn't hide the straps from her garter belt that held up her stockings. She also had on a blouse that plunged down between her lovely breasts exposing lots of cleavage. A pushup bra must have been in play since her bigger than normal breasts looked even larger and helped make them look like they were about to spill out of her top. Patterned stockings with extra tall heals along with a lot more makeup completed her disguise. I barely even recognized my own wife.
"Wow." was all that came tumbling from my lips.
Smiling my wife twirled around before asking, "You like?"
All I could do was node my head yes. Zoe was a beautiful woman and dressed like a slut she radiated sex and lust in buckets. I was helpless before her, drawn to her. Before I knew it I was standing in front of her pulling her to me. Before our lips could touch she pushed me away. "No." she said, "I don't want to mess up this outfit before I use it."
In my confusion of what she just said I was able to get out some words. "What do you mean?" I asked hopping to find out what was going on.
"It is quite simple really." Zoe smiled. "I am not your wife." She held up her left hand to show me that her wedding and engagement rings were no longer on her hand. I started to say something but before I got more than a syllable of a grunt out she continued. "I am Lola your mistress and I will be with you when you go and hang out with your dangerous buddy."
"I have a mistress now?"
"Yes you do and we have incredible wild monkey sex. You fuck me behind your wife's back and she doesn't even know despite the fact that your wife and I are best friends."
It all just seemed to be just too weird. "Zoe..."
"My name is Lola." snapped my wife.
