This is a novel of twenty-five chapters. I suggest you begin reading at Chapter 1. The novel deals with hotwifeing and cuckoldry. If those are subjects you aren't interested in, you may reconsider reading this.
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I was on my way home, fighting the scramble of traffic in the heat of summer when my dashboard lit with a telephone call. I didn't recognize the phone number, assumed it was work. "This is Don," I answered.
"Hi, Don," a contralto voice soothed, I recognized it from somewhere, couldn't place it. "I don't know if you'll remember me, I'm Amy, you and your wife met my husband Luke and I in December." Seven months had glided by, but I still remembered that evening, Amy had impressed me, Luke was a turn-off for Molly. It was obvious we wouldn't be going further, but I'd used Amy as mental encouragement a few times when I and Molly made love.
"Oh, yes, how could I forget! How are you?"
"Just fine, do you have a moment?"
"I'm in a traffic jam doing fourteen miles an hour, I've got nothing but time. How can I help?"
"Well, when we met, I was very impressed with you, and I got the feeling you were a little attracted to me."
"I was!" I admitted, "I thought you were the cat's meow." A chuckle through the speakers. "I was sorry your husband and Molly didn't hit it off."
"Oh, so was I," she admitted. "But, listen, I was wondering if we could grab a drink some night, just you and I. Just to talk." Just to talk? I wanted so much more! Just speaking to her on the phone aroused me. Molly wouldn't mind me having cocktails with her, would she?
"I don't see why not, I'd love to see you again." We compared schedules, Amy and I made a date at a wine bar we both knew, Thursday, sevenish, I knew Molly had her book club that night. For some unknown reason I didn't tell Molly what I was doing, I really wasn't sure - although I had hopes - where this was going to go. But Molly appreciated my increased vigor when I attacked her that night.
I was waiting in the bar fifteen minutes early, and I watched the door as Amy entered garbed in a zesty summer frock, tight across the bodice and waist, flowing pleated skirt just above the knee, high heels, just enough of the breach between her ample orbs showing to entice the imagination. She came to me at the bar, I stood to shake her hand, she had other ideas, I felt her breast on my left chest, her lips were on my cheek. "It's good to see you," she ardently breathed, I agreed just as heartily. She gazed around the restaurant, saw the last booth was open, steered me towards it, we sat across from each other. The waitress took her order for a glass of white zinfandel, we schmoozed. I remembered what I enjoyed about her those months earlier, the perky smile quick to her face, the charming hairstyle, blond and short. I complimented her on the earrings, silver and swaying with every laugh. She seemed free of butterflies, some of which were winging their way through my intestines, for forty-five minutes I found out about a birthday party for an old boss, she discovered that my favorite country was Portugal and why. I ordered a tumbler of white port to explain the Douro valley, we shared it, I tasted her lipstick on the rim of the glass. She stared into my eyes, when she placed an airy palm on my forearm I didn't move, a few minutes later I traced one of her fingers. She asked about Molly, I enquired of Luke, everyone was fine.
Her mobile rang, she looked at it, said, "Work. Would you mind if I took it?" and stepped to the vestibule, I watched her converse, she seemed serious, but at the end laughed and clicked the phone off. Returning to the table, she waved for me to shift, sat beside me, our knees touched.
"Remember back in December," she said, "when we met up? I was so attracted to you, I can't tell you how distressed I was when I figured out Luke and your wife didn't have any chemistry. You've met enough couples like us that you can feel that too, right? We have, a few times, and I've always chalked it up to fate, sometimes things work, sometimes they don't, que sera and all that. A few days later the only thing you remember is that you met with the couple. But a funny thing happened after we met you, I couldn't stop thinking about you."
"I felt that way, too. Molly teased me about how I'd fallen for you, even offered to get together with you guys again, see if she could change her mind, but I couldn't ask her to do that."
"You're a wise man. I've taken a bullet for the team, it wasn't pretty, I'll never do it again, Molly shouldn't be sorry. Well, as I was saying, Luke and I were talking last week, you know, sort of trying to get each other excited, and he asked of the men we've met which one would I like to see again, and I mentioned you. He remembered it as well, apparently he realized what I was feeling that night, and he suggested that even though he didn't want to see Molly, maybe you and I . . ."
I realized immediately what 'you and I' meant, quickly considered the ramifications. "Have you done this before?" I asked, "Just you by yourself?"
She giggled, "No, that's why this is so strange. Everytime I've been intimate, Luke has been right there, or at least very close. In a way, it sort of seems like cheating but Luke says I'm being silly. Have you and Molly ever, you know, been apart from each other?"
"She has. She's got a steady boyfriend, I know him well, sometimes she goes over to his house."
"Oh, Luke's got a bit of a cuckold thing, I've always been a bit leery of trying something like that, maybe Molly can give me some tips. Or even . . ." she turned to me, her lips were an inch from my ear, she put her hand on my thigh, ". . . you could help me with Luke's fantasy. Mine, too!"
With one hand I brushed a lock back from her cheek, the other was on her leg. "I'd love to, really I would." Our lips met, since our backs were to the bar there was no chance anyone could see us, I let her feel my sincerity for the proposition, she felt even higher than that. We necked for a few moments, then she broke it and said, "Do you have to talk to Molly about it?"
"I should, we've never been in this situation before."
"Of course. If she's not cool with this we probably shouldn't go any further. How do you think she'll react?"
