I was particularly aware that Kat and Maggie probably would manage to find time to talk during the week, if only on the phone. At least I thought that they couldn’t spend too much time together since they both had demanding jobs and Kat had the added problem of shift work. It was a little surprising to me that she was free to come to the tournament on Saturday having had the previous weekend off.
During the week, Dave called to say that he would be happy to pick us up from home and drive us all to the tournament in their SUV. So early on Saturday Dave drove over, then went on to Simon and Kat and we all took the thirty miles or so journey together to the stadium which would host the tournament. Maggie and I sat in the back of the SUV with Dave and Debbie at the front and Kat and Simon in the middle row. It was back to three couples having a day out together. I relaxed a little, pleased that the presence of Dave and Debbie would bring things back to normal.
The morning went well. We’d watch a game and then get drinks and sample the range of street food that was on offer. Although Simon knew lots of others there, he stayed with our group and let Debbie organise us, as she normally did. She decided that we should all change seats for each game so we could talk to each other, although during the game it was too loud for much talking.
It did mean that we tended to break into different groups during the time between games, but it was all good fun and any tensions from the weekend before seemed to have gone. I knew that because if there were any, Debbie would have noticed and commented.
It was during one of the breaks between games that I found myself talking to Debbie over a couple of drinks. Kat and Maggie had gone to queue for some Mexican dishes and Dave and Simon were off together to try and track down a couple of rugby legends from Simon’s time as a player, that were supposed to be around.
We were talking about how happy Simon seemed now he was with Kat, and how Kat and Maggie had seemed good friends. Debbie confessed that she felt a little left out particularly now Maggie was so close to Kat. This surprised me since she always seemed so outgoing, and she and Dave seemed to have a full social calendar.
I knew that she had been closer to Maggie before Kat had turned up, but I didn’t think it would be an issue for Debbie. Debbie said that since the children had left home she had found it difficult when Dave was regularly away on business. He often spoke about staying away less but it never seemed to happen.
Whether it was the effect of alcohol early in the day, or just the moment seemed right, Debbie seemed to want to open up to me, and I found myself listening as she talked about how she and Dave were no longer as close as they were. She said how she had come to envy how close Maggie and I were. She said that, despite the fact that we had not done as much partying as they had, she could see how close we were and that we only had eyes for each other.
I decided not to say anything to change her view of us given recent events, and so I let her continue.
She said that years ago both of them had had their moments and done things that they both regretted, but when the children had come along they worked well together. However, recently things “between the sheets,” as she put it, had cooled. I felt uncomfortable. Although we were good friends, I was also close to Dave, and I wasn’t sure Debbie should be telling me this.
“I’m sorry things aren’t good, but I’m not sure I’m qualified to help,” I told her, trying to discourage her, but not wanting to upset her.
“Paul, you’re easy to talk to, sensitive in a way that Dave could never be, and you have the type of long-term relationship with Maggie that most of us can only hope for,” she replied.
“Debbie, you really shouldn’t judge how things are from the outside. I would have said that you and Dave had it all; lovely kids, a great circle of friends and enough money to have a good lifestyle.”
Debbie didn’t want to hear that.
“I’m telling you, Paul, it’s not all it seems. I don’t know why Dave has changed but I can guess. I do the laundry, and a couple of times after he’s been away on business, I’ve been able to smell women’s perfume on his shirts. One time I even found lipstick on his collar. What a cliche! I feel like a typical wifey, at home cleaning up after hubby’s adventures.”
I was shocked.
“Have you said anything?” I asked.
“Not a word,” replied Debbie.
“Is it one woman; do you think there’s more?”
“Well I’m guessing it’s not an affair, he doesn’t tend to go to the same place very often and the perfumes have not been the same.”
“So what do you think it is?”
“It’s just Dave having his little bit of fun while I’m at home, keeping the house clean.”
Debbie sounded bitter, and I could understand why.
“You need to talk to him, bring him back to his senses. He’s got a special partner in you Debbie, and maybe he just needs reminding of that.”
“I’ve even thought of having an affair myself, just to get him back. And maybe have a bit of fun of my own. Do you know what’s stopped me so far? It’s thinking about Maggie and you. An affair could have all sorts of consequences, and I want to be better than that. Maggie is better, she wouldn’t have an affair. I was upset that she could go with Simon to that rugby dinner dance when I couldn’t.
I really wanted to go and if I did, who knows might have happened? Ironically, I’m sure that Dave wouldn’t have minded too much. Some years ago, he hinted that we could have an open marriage arrangement. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so quick to tell him that it could never happen. We have always flirted with others at parties, but we didn’t go further. Or so I thought.
But anyway, Maggie got the chance and maybe that was for the best for both Simon and me. Why would you sleep around when you have Maggie? I want what you have. Is that too much to ask?”
I struggled to think of anything to say, although I knew that Debbie was seeking comfort and reassurance. I wanted to respond appropriately, without giving away confidences. However, Debbie was one of our closest friends. Maybe she deserved some honesty.
“Debbie, I can tell you that Maggie and I don’t have the perfect relationship, we have issues, just like every couple. What Dave has done is wrong; maybe it’s tough when you’re with the same person for so long. You wonder what you might have missed. Maybe we all do.”
“Well, would you do stuff behind Maggie’s back like Dave has done to me?”
Before I could answer I was let off the hook when the rest of the group came to join us. There was the last game to watch, the final, so we returned to our seats. We were shouting ourselves hoarse and I enjoyed seeing Maggie join in with enthusiasm, despite her normal lack of enthusiasm for sport. Simon had been right, it was a great way to spend a Saturday.
As the game ended and the award ceremony was being organised, Simon suggested that we visit the stadium’s director’s club room, since he could get us all in. We followed him to a large area which looked like a mix of cocktail bar, ballroom and rugby clubhouse.
The bar area was crowded, and we ended up in the games corner with a pool table and a dartboard. As Dave organised to get drinks for us all and Maggie went off to find the bathroom, the game of darts that had been going on ended and the players offered the darts to us.
Simon took them and suggested we have a game. None of us were darts players, although Kat admitted having played when she was at university, but Simon was determined that we should all give it a try. He suggested that he would help Debbie and Kat would help me and the others could join in when they return.
Kat went first, and then Debbie. Her three darts all missed the board, and she giggled and suggested that she should leave it to others. Simon wasn’t about to give up and he stood behind Debbie to show her how to throw. They were both laughing as he held her close by putting one arm around her waist and used the other arm to guide her as she held the dart. It made a funny sight. Kat and I couldn’t help laughing.
“I knew that rugby was a contact sport, but I didn’t realise that darts was as well,” Kat called out to them.
As Simon and Debbie continued in a close engagement to develop her dart throwing skills, I saw Dave coming back with drinks. Maggie had met him as she came back from the ladies room and she was helping him carry the drinks. They were smiling and talking as they approached us, but when Dave saw Debbie entangled with Simon his expression changed. Simon and Debbie didn’t seem to notice as Dave put drinks down on a table. He went over to them and said something, which the rest of us couldn’t hear.
Debbie and Simon separated themselves and Simon put the darts down, and they all came to sit with us looking sheepish. Dave looked cross and started drinking in silence. Suddenly the atmosphere was awkward. The mood had changed. I wondered what had been said. Normally Dave could take it when Debbie was giving other men attention. I’d seen her do similar stuff before, and it never seemed a problem for Dave.
Dave suggested that it might be a good idea to try and leave soon before the final prize giving since we had a long drive back and he was tired. We all obediently drank up and prepared to leave. Returning to the car, I got into the rear seat and found Debbie getting in next to me. She said that she thought it best if she left some space between Dave and her for a moment. I could see that she was upset and also cross with Dave for putting a damper on the day. Kat got into the car next to Dave at the front, and appeared to be trying to reassure him about Simon.
I could hardly say anything, but this meant that Maggie and Simon were left to sit together in the middle row. Maggie gave me a quick look with raised eyebrows and a slight smile which told me that this was not how she had planned it. Simon was clearly still merry from drink and seemed unaware of the tension. He sat close to Maggie, closer than necessary in the large car, and put his arm around her.
I couldn’t see her face, but Maggie didn’t try to remove it. Debbie didn’t seem to notice as she told me how she couldn’t believe Dave’s reaction, given what she had been telling me about him earlier. She explained that his attitude to life seemed to be changing and it almost seemed that he was looking for reasons to complain about her behaviour, when in fact she had always been gregarious and a bit “touchy-feely”.
As Debbie continued to talk to me as we drove home, the inside of the car was dark in the last fading light of the day. Dave had the radio on and so I couldn’t hear what was going on in the rest of the car as I tried to both show empathy to Debbie as she vented her frustration with Dave, but also try to catch what Simon and Maggie could be saying, or doing. I was getting frustrated that once again events had put Simon and Maggie together, and Maggie and I had not even had a chance to talk properly about the events of the previous weekend.
I wanted us to get home as soon as possible. We got to our home first, and as the car stopped, Kat, Simon and Maggie all got out. As I got out of the rear seat, Dave thanked us for letting Kat and Simon stay the night, and therefore saving him from having to make the extra journey on to Kat’s home.
It appeared I had missed that conversation, and obviously Maggie had agreed to the arrangement on my behalf. I could hardly say anything as Maggie and Simon were already walking towards the front door with Simon unsteady and leaning on Maggie. At least that’s what it looked like.
Kat and I said goodbye to Dave and Debbie, as Debbie got in the car next to Dave. They didn’t seem to be talking to each other as the car drove off and we starting walking towards the house. Kat explained that Dave was clearly fed up with the day, and asked if Simon and Kat could stay with us. Maggie was given little option to agree when Simon has said that he would really like that.
Kat knew that I had not been consulted and might have a view, given last weekend. She said that she would speak to Simon about upsetting Dave. She thought he had acted the way he did only because he had drunk too much. He probably thought that Debbie and Dave wouldn’t mind, since they had their moments in the past.
Before we went into the house, she also said that she had spoken with Maggie during the week, and got the impression that things had not gone quite so well in the bedroom with Simon last weekend. Kat said that Maggie may have gone along with events more because she wanted me to be able to have some fun. At the apartment, Maggie had felt that Simon and she didn’t have the same chemistry as they did the first time
Kat was keen to reassure me.
“So you see, Paul, your wife wants to do things to make you happy. She isn’t looking to spend more time with Simon. Which I guess is good news for you, although I really did enjoy our time last weekend.”
I looked at her, and her eyes sparkled and I wasn’t sure if it was the drink which had made me lower my guard, but I leaned forward and we kissed gently on the lips.
“I enjoyed it too,” I said. “I’ll always remember it as special, even if it was a one-off.”
I kissed her once more and we separated and went into the house.
The soft wall lights had been turned on in the living room and we went in to find Simon and Maggie on the sofa together. They were kissing, only more passionately than had been the case with me and Kat earlier. Their tongues playing with each other, Simon’s strong arms around Maggie. It felt like we were stuck in a never ending loop, and it was all starting again.
We had all drank a lot, the day had been long, I was confused, and Kat and I had just kissed. I had thought that we were trying to end this, and there was my wife once again locked in a passionate embrace with her lover. Once again she didn’t seem to care that I could see them. The jealousy inside me came roaring back up, and yet I didn’t know what to do. I felt helpless.
So I just walked out into the kitchen. Kat followed me, and we stood against the worktops across the room from each other and looked at each other. I was as confused as before.
Kat’s pretty face broke into a weak smile. “I guess I spoke too soon. I’m sure Maggie hadn’t intended this to happen, it has to be the drink.”
I was getting fed up with alcohol being blamed for everything.
“She’s blamed the drink before, and although I know that she’s not used to drinking, she seems to make a habit of it when she’s with Simon. How many times is this going to happen? Can they ever keep their hands off each other?”
I felt very upset, but Kat kept me calm.
“Do you want to go in and break them up, or would you like me to?” she asked.
“What do you want to do?” I asked, avoiding answering the question.
“As I see it, we can either call a halt and make it clear once and for all that they have to keep their hands off each other, or we can let them have a bit more fun. And if we do leave them to it, we’ll have to find a way to occupy ourselves until they’ve finished” Kat said, raising her eyebrows.
“I guess we could leave them for a while,” I said. I realised that this was a big moment. If, yet again, I accepted what Maggie was doing with Simon, and would have the opportunity to become close to Kat again, I was accepting that this was how our relationship was now.
How would it end? Could we stay together? I knew inside that Kat wasn’t the right permanent partner for me, and would never be my soulmate the way Maggie is, or maybe used to be. However, she looked really tempting, and my head was starting to spin at the dilemma I seemed to be facing again. I didn’t respond.
“Why don’t we make coffee and go and back in and try and sober up the lovebirds before things get out of hand?” suggested Kat. I think that she was trying to help me out.
She had sensed my dilemma and didn’t want to press the point anymore. I was both relieved and disappointed. However, I set about making a pot of coffee as quickly as possible so that we could go back in. I’m not sure why I felt I needed the excuse of coffee to interrupt them, but I felt more confident with Kat.
I put out cups, milk and sugar and a jug for coffee, making as much noise as I could. I wanted Maggie and Simon to hear us so that they would be ready for us. It took a few minutes to make the coffee. I was always careful about making coffee, and I let the boiling water rest for a few minutes to avoid burning the coffee.
I gave Kat some biscuits to bring in and we left the kitchen and went towards the living room. As we went in we could see that the room was empty. There was an open bottle of whisky on the coffee table. As I looked I heard noises from upstairs. It was clear that we were too late. The “lovebirds”, as Kat had called them, had already flown off together, leaving us downstairs. From the noises, it seemed that they hadn’t even bothered to close the door to the bedroom. Still holding the tray of coffee I just looked at Kat and she looked back at me.
“I’m sure this is Simon’s doing. He’s dangerous when he drinks, shall we go up and break things up?” Kat asked.
“Kat, I don’t know anymore. It seems that Maggie is happy with him despite what she says. She has told me so many times that she doesn’t want to leave me, yet she seems to need this and I don’t want to stop her having fun; it’s like she’s making up for not doing anything before we got married. I can even sometimes convince myself that I’m getting some of the benefit of the experience that Simon has given her. But it still tears me up inside.”
There was further noise coming from upstairs. It sounded energetic and fast. It had to be the sound of sex, raw sex.
Kat seemed to be getting agitated. She was still a little worse for the drink, but her mood was changing.
“I blame Simon. He’ll blame the drink, but after last week we agreed that he couldn’t do anything with Maggie again. He seems to be happy to swap partners whenever he feels like it. I wanted last weekend to be a one-off for you and me, so that you could share some of the pleasure those two had shared. Obviously, Simon has other ideas.”
I couldn’t work out if Kat was about to burst into tears or rush upstairs to throw the biscuits at Simon. I took the tray of coffee back into the kitchen and took the dish of biscuits from her and place them on the counter. I then took her in my arms and hugged her close. She started to cry just a little and put her arms around me to pull me close.
I wanted to comfort her, but I could feel her breasts pressed against my chest and smelt her hair. We didn’t move for a few minutes. I felt her relax into my arms and her gentle sobbing stopped. I gently started to stroke her hair. I hadn’t meant to do anything other than comfort a friend, but I couldn’t help feeling myself getting aroused as I held this beautiful woman in my arms close to me.
I felt Kat’s breath against my neck, and her hands started moving slowly up and down my back, keeping me close. I responded by moving my hands and I felt Kat’s body start to move in response. As I heard a muffled but distinctive high pitched shriek from Maggie followed by a deep grunt from Simon drift down the stairs, I gave up all pretence of resistance. I took Kat by the waist and lifted her onto an empty space on the counter so that she sat on it with me between her legs.
I moved my hand up to Kat’s chin and lifted her face towards mine. There were tears in her eyes and leaned forward, kissing around her eyes and tasting the saltiness of her tears, and then moving down and kissing her soft lips. I gave her a few kisses and at first, she didn’t respond, but she soon started kissing me back. She opened her mouth a little and our tongues touched.
I was able to ignore the noises from upstairs as we embraced and I became more aroused kissing Kat. We both seemed to want it, although I knew neither of us had planned it. I moved my arms from around Kat to her front and undid the top button of her shirt. She wanted to try and keep kissing as I started to undo all the other buttons as quickly as possible.
As I undid the last button I pulled open her shirt to see her large breasts held in a lacy white bra, which was slightly see-through. I could see her dark nipples which were hard and pointing through the lace. Desire for Kat took over, and I pressed more urgently against her on the counter.
My hands went down to her belt and I started unbuckling it, struggling to control my shaking fingers. As I opened her jeans and pulled the zip apart I saw her matching lace panties. I was shutting out the sounds from elsewhere by thinking only of the gorgeous woman in front of me. I wanted to avoid thinking of my wife and what she was doing.
As I grabbed the top of Kat’s jeans to try and pull them down I realised that she had become passive. She hadn’t helped me remove her clothes, nor had she tried to remove mine. I stopped, my heavy breathing clear, my face felt hot from desire. I looked at Kat’s face. She seemed to be a bit shocked.
I started to speak.
“I’m, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…”
“Shh, my lover,” Kat replied. “I didn’t think this was like you, but I love your urgency, desire, the energy, the lust. I’m enjoying being ravaged by a normally quiet, domesticated man in his kitchen. It’s just not what I was expecting.”
She reached out to my shirt buttons and started undoing them carefully and calmly, which contrasted with the way I had left her shirt open, and her jeans undone after my frantic fumbling. Kat removed my shirt and then put her hands flat on the surface and lifted herself up behind and looked at me smiling.
I took the hint and starting to pull her jeans off her waist, and with her help removed them. I couldn’t wait any longer, as I was starting to hear some more grunting and groaning from elsewhere. I undid my trousers and slipped them off, leaving them in a crumpled heap on the floor. I just wanted to feel Kat’s naked body against mine. She was taking off her bra, and I just knew that I had to be close to her to block out everything else that was happening.
The counter was just about at the right height to allow me to move forward and line up my cock with the entrance to her pussy. I didn’t think, I just stepped forward, and pressed my naked cock against her, and it found her entrance, wet with excitement and anticipation. I looked into Kat’s eyes and saw the lust. Her hands went to my waist and she gripped me. Then still staring straight at me, she pulled me towards her, into her. It was the most natural thing in the world to just slip inside her. For a brief moment, I wondered if Kat wanted to get revenge for what Simon was doing with my wife. Then I didn’t care.
We didn’t move, and I could feel her pussy getting wetter around my bare cock. We both savoured the sensation. It felt like we were truly joined as one, and it was so exciting I thought that I could climax at any moment from that one movement.
My mouth was so close to Kat’s mouth that as I breathed heavily I could feel her breathe back into my mouth, hot like mine. It felt like ecstasy and didn’t want to do anything that would bring it to an end. I realised that this went well beyond what had happened previously. I could feel that even not moving, the excitement was so great that I was close to coming. I knew that I had to withdraw, and so despite myself, I carefully started to pull out, resisting the urge to push back in.
As I did so, I could feel Kat’s hands move to my buttocks. She continued to look into my eyes as she held me and moved forward onto my cock and pulled us together. As she did so, I couldn’t control myself any more and I thrust into her and felt an exquisite climax as my cum exploded into her. We stayed together connected, feeling the movement within us.
As my cock stopped pumping into her, Kat gave me a short but tender kiss on the lips, and pulled back, stood up off the counter, grabbed her clothes and walked quickly off to the downstairs cloakroom. My wet cock was softening and I was starting to realise what we had just done. The guilt was building just as I heard a loud male groan and a female screech from upstairs. I’d never heard such a loud call from Maggie when we had made love. Once again, Simon seemed to be taking her to new heights of pleasure. But what right did I have to resent her pleasure after what I had just done with Kat?
I grabbed some tissues to pat myself dry as I heard Kat coming out of the cloakroom. She came back in, fully dressed and looking calm. She came straight up to me, put her arms around me and kissed me gently. I had to say something.
“Sorry, I got carried away. That should not have happened.”
Kat smiled and just whispered quietly.
“Hush now, we both knew what was happening. I wanted it. Let’s not have regrets, it was a special moment between us. We’ll move on, but I will treasure what happened.”
“It was too quick, and not right.” Apart from being reckless, I also was sorry that it had not lasted longer and that Kat had not had more of a chance to bring herself to a climax.”
“It was fun. I’m not complaining, not even a little bit.”
There were more sounds of movement from upstairs. It sounded like Maggie and Simon were moving around the room, their lovemaking over, at least for the moment. Kat released me from the embrace.
“If we’re to stay over with you, we’ll all need to speak,” said Kat. “We can’t carry on like this and have these moments without coming to some sort of understanding.”
She sounded sober and level-headed, contrasting with her tearful and slightly drunken mood earlier.
“What do you want to happen?” I asked.
“I’m pretty pissed with Simon, but I guess the last few minutes have helped me deal with that. I want to hear what they’ll suggest. What do you want?”
Before I could answer there were footsteps on the stairs. Kat and I instinctively moved apart, although I’m not quite sure why we felt we needed to. Maggie followed by Simon came into the kitchen. Simon was dressed, Maggie had a dressing gown on. I guess she didn’t feel the need to dress. I looked at her and I couldn’t help feeling that she looked attractive, her hair slightly mussed up, her face red. She looked so alive, she looked younger – as well as a little guilty. The thought struck me that these times with Simon were bringing new life to her, and it suited her.
Maggie spoke first.
“That shouldn’t have happened. We owe you both a massive apology. We will stop. We have stopped.”
Simon then started to speak.
“It was my fault, I…”
Maggie interrupted him.
“We were both at fault. I could have stopped but I didn’t. I was more than a little drunk but that is not an excuse for what I did. I apologise to both of you, and I hope you can find it in your hearts to forgive me.”
Maggie was speaking seriously but she clearly was energised by her time with Simon. Her eyes sparkled.
“These things happen.”
I don’t know why I said that, because clearly they normally don’t. I just felt I didn’t want to get into a big argument. Having done what Kat and I had just done, I wasn’t sure it would end well. I felt my share of guilt.
My comment made Kat start to giggle and soon Simon and Maggie joined in and we were all sniggering like school children. My wife had just gone off to have sex with another man and we were laughing.
“So what are we going to do now?” I asked.
I was curious to hear what Maggie and Simon would suggest, especially since I knew that they would not have had time to discuss this.
“Well, none of us is in a fit state to drive at the moment. If Kat doesn’t mind that the spare room bed is a bit messy, I think Simon and Kat should stay the night in the spare room as agreed. I’ll heat up a cup of coffee and take it up to bed. And I’d really like it if you’d come up with me, Paul.”
And that’s what happened. Maggie and I went up to bed holding hands rather shyly, and Kat and Simon went to the spare room. We didn’t say much but Maggie was naked under her dressing gown and she cuddled up to me, so I got naked too. I was very aware that she had recently had sex with another man. My sweet lovely Maggie. I found it quite exciting, but before I could act on it, I heard Maggie’s regular breathing and I knew she was asleep.
I stayed awake a short while contemplating what we both had just done. Then I too drifted off to sleep.
