"Well, we've talked about swinging before and they are a nice couple," I said with a forced smile as I was leaving for work. "Lets talk more about it tonight."
I sat down at my desk and after checking a few emails, I texted Lynda and asked her to call me on my private line at work. About 20 minutes later she called. She seemed relaxed, but I was somewhere between irritated and ballistic. "Why did you tell me that Abby and John had fucked at your house? She denies they did anything but talk! I can't..." I stopped as she cut me off.
She apologized for giving me that impression, but denied telling me that they actually had sex. She was a little tipsy (as was I) that night and was trying to seduce me, playing along with our talk about wife swapping. Again, if she'd given me the wrong impression, she apologized. "But I don't apologize for having you in my bed. And John does know the truth. He knew I was going to seduce you that night. He would love to have some fun with Abby if you guys are interested," she said.
Now my head was in a fog. I wasn't sure what or who to believe. Had I been drunk that night? Had I misunderstood our conversation? Was she talking in fantasy and me thinking in reality? Was she lying to me now? Did any of this matter? Why was I getting turned on just thinking about it?
I left work early that day and went to our local Starbucks. I took my laptop with me and positioned it so people would think I was working, but I was really having a heart to heart with myself. Was I ready to enter a relationship with another couple? Did I have to come clean with Abby? Was I ready to watch her fuck another man? I knew I'd like to be with Lynda again. Damn, too much coffee.
I texted Abby and told her I wanted to take her and just her to dinner that night. She promptly replied that that would be great as she wasn't going to have time to make dinner and our daughter had practice and then a group project, so she wasn't going to be around. I told her I'd swing by and get her (and thought the pun was funny when I said it) at 6 p.m.
After getting our favorite table at our favorite Italian restaurant and downing my first glass of Cabernet, I told her everything. I mean everything. She didn't interrupt. She didn't appear to be mad. She just sat there. The waiter came and took our order. She just sat there. He brought our salad. She just sat there. Finally she spoke.
"I'm not happy about you cheating on me. But. I cheated first. Not physically. But mentally and emotionally. And perhaps more importantly, I deceived you. When John and I spent the night together we did not sleep together. We never even touched. But we did talk about sex, life, marriage and what it would be like to sleep with someone new. Not because we didn't love our partner, but because we wanted that newness of being with someone the first time. We wanted to know what a new lover would be like. I was very aroused. I wanted him. But I wanted to be faithful to you. So I challenged him. Lynda really. I told him that if Lynda could seduce you, that I'd give myself to him. I touched myself and let him watch. He pulled out his hard cock and stroked it for me. He wanted me to touch it. He asked me to, pleaded really. He came like a geyser spraying his couch and floor. I told him I wouldn't unless and until you knew. The irony is that she used our affair, that hadn't even happened, to get you to have sex with her. Although I understand it wasn't too difficult," she said getting that shot in before finally giving up the floor to me.
Now it was my turn to stare at her. The emotions were flooding through me. Anger, surprise, lust all coursed through me. I picked at my food and then suggested we finish this most interesting conversation at home.
