I climbed into my car with a smile. It wasn't often that I was able to finish early. It was only two pm and I was on my way home to my gorgeous wife, Anna. I hummed to myself as I drove, nurturing a small hope that we'd make love as soon as I arrived home. We hadn't had afternoon sex for some time. We had lots of sex, every night, periods excepted, usually more than once, sometimes in the morning too. Don't go thinking that our relationship is just about sex, though. It isn't. We connect on many levels, Anna and me.
We'd met at University where I was studying economics and she Psychology. I'd seen her around, finding her very attractive. But at the time she was... how can I put it?...finding herself. She was having a different guy every night. I didn't judge her for that; women are entitled to whatever sex life they want, but I didn't want one-nighters with her or anyone else. I wanted a relationship. So I discounted her, regretfully as she was a real beauty. Dark hair to her shoulders, large (but not too large) breasts, a slim waist and a shaved pussy. I knew this because photos of her were circulating around the campus on the mobiles of guys who'd slept with her. Apparently she was more than willing to pose for her lovers.
One day in the refectory, to my surprise and pleasure, she came and sat at my table. I was reading up on JK Galbraith at the time.
"Mind if I join you?"
I looked around. There were plenty of empty tables. But I didn't mind one bit.
"Please."
She sat down with a smile. Her smile was like the sun breaking through the clouds after a week of rain.
"I brought you a coffee." She placed the cup down alongside her own.
"Oh, thanks. That was kind of you."
"Do you have plans for tonight?" she asked abruptly turning on an even bigger smile straight at me. The effect of being propositioned, as I thought I was, by the most desirable woman in college was as if she'd taken her clothes off, sat on the table and spread her cunt for me. I was completely stunned. I stammered,"Well, er, actually, er I..I've got a r..really im..p.portant d..deadline. I h ..h..have to finish an essay tonight. I've put it off, you see." I continued blathering on for far too long. Her smile faded slowly as I trailed off lamely.
"Ok, No problem. I just wondered. There's a good band playing in the Union tonight. I heard you were a jazz fan. There aren't many of us about."
"You like jazz?. As you say there aren't many of us about. There's jazz on a Sunday lunchtime at the Crown. We could try that, if you like."
She smiled that lighthouse beam at me again. "Ok, that's cool. I'll see you there." And off she went, leaving me with a vague waft of her perfume and a hard-on the size of the Eifel tower.
The Sunday jazz was a great success. We walked by the sea afterwards then had tea in a cafe on the waterfront.
"So do you have any plans for this night?" she asked.
I shifted uncomfortably. Wondering quite how to proceed. She was devastatingly attractive close to. Far more so than I'd imagined. But I didn't want to be just another notch on her headboard.
"Look, Anna. I like you very much," I started. Her face hardened a little as she recognised that a brush-off was coming. "More than you might think," I hurried on so as not to offend her more than I had already. "You're absolutely drop-dead gorgeous; you're intelligent, funny, witty and you like jazz. All I could wish for." I stopped, unsure how to continue. There was no way forward without sounding priggish or sanctimonious.
"So?" she said with a raised eyebrow. A beautifully shaped and trimmed eyebrow, I noticed.
"This is going to sound awful. But I'm going to say it anyway. I'm looking for a relationship. I suppose I'm old-fashioned, but I want more than..more than.."
"Some sort of quickie with the Uni slut?"
"No!" I almost shouted, "I would never use that word. You have every right to your own life. I'm just trying to say that if we hooked up, it would have to be with something meaningful in mind. Sorry, but that's just me."
She looked at me for a while; started several times to say something then thought better of it.
"We could be friends," I offered, "there are other jazz venues," I offered lamely.
"I've got plenty of friends," she said, still looking me straight in the eye. "Supposing I said that I might be inclined to try a 'relationship' with you. What would you say?"
I was tempted to say something really stupid like "Let's go back to your place right now," but I caught myself and replied, "I'd like that, Anna. Very much."
She smiled and my growing erection nearly burst through my boxers.
"We can start by having lunch on Wednesday, How does that suit you?" I felt a mixture of disappointment and relief. Disappointment because it meant I wasn't going to have sex with her that night. Relief because it meant I wasn't going to have sex with her that night. Her beauty was very intimidating. I wasn't sure I could measure up to her.
I won't go into the boring details of our courtship, suffice it to say that we slept together the next Friday night, didn't get out of bed until the Monday morning, were living together within three months and married a year-and-a-half later after we'd both graduated with good degrees (hers better than mine, she reminds me quite often.). Sex was a great success from the first time we did it. For some reason she brought out the best in me. She was uninhibited, inventive, athletic and generous. I tried to be the same and I think I succeeded quite well. She'd promised me an exclusive relationship "For as long as we both want it". That was forever as far as I was concerned.
So the prospect of arriving home with my beautiful and sexy wife waiting for me was a happy one. As I turned into our road, I saw my younger sister Sophie's car going the opposite way. I knew she and Anna had been getting friendly lately, which was good, but I was also relieved that she was leaving. It left the way clear for... well, whatever happened.
I parked and ran indoors.
"Hello? Anna?," I called, but there was no answer. She wasn't in her office or in the kitchen or the sitting room. I climbed the stairs. No sound from the bathroom. The bedroom door was open so I looked in to see her sleeping peacefully. I was pleased that I hadn't woken her when I 'd arrived, but I was a little puzzled that she was asleep in bed. Perhaps she was ill? She'd been fine when I'd left that morning; she'd already started work in her office. I didn't wake her, I went downstairs to make myself a coffee. There was a camera on the table, a digital SLR. I recognised it as the same type that my sister Sophie, a keen photographer, used. So she had visited, and she was only a few minutes away when I'd passed her in the street. It seemed a little strange that Anna had gone to bed and had fallen fast asleep in just that time. Curiously I picked up the camera and switched it on. Then I thought it was none of my business what photos Sophie took, so I switched it off and put it down. I made the coffee, then sitting down again with a cup I picked the camera up again. Sophie was always keen to show her photos to anyone who would look at them. We were very close, so I decided she wouldn't mind if I had a look. It would confirm that it was her camera anyway.
I switched it on and pressed the 'play' button. A list of files came up. The top three were videos. I hesitated for a moment. The frozen frame that constituted the thumbnail picture in the title bar was tiny, but it appeared to show a naked woman on all fours on a bed. Curious beyond stopping now I selected it and pressed play. The first shot showed a bedroom, a double bed, a woman naked except for a pair of white panties on all fours on the bed, her back arched and her bum thrust provocatively into the air. Standing at the foot of the bed fully clothed was another woman wielding some sort of leather strap. Her other arm was pointed at the camera. I realised she had switched the camera on with a remote control. She tossed the remote onto the bed and turned to face the bed. It took me a second or so to realise that the standing woman was my sister, Sophie. Then the kneeling woman lifted her head and looked back at Sophie. It was Anna. Stunned, I pressed pause. There was no doubt about it. My wife was in a sexual pose with my sister! Not just any sexual pose either; a very unusual one.
I felt like a voyeur, so I switched the camera off. But after pacing about the kitchen for a while during which time I resisted the urge to go and wake Anna and demand an explanation because I was reluctant to face the situation. I was afraid of dealing with it.