Maggie seemed to be almost in tears as she prepared to continue to tell me about her night in Manchester with Michael. I took her hand once more. “I’m still here for you. I’ll listen quietly.”
Deep down, I wondered what could have happened to leave Maggie in this state so that she had rushed back home after that fateful night. I tried not to imagine what could be the worst thing that happened. I feared too much what that might be.
Maggie took a deep breath and continued telling me her story.
She said that she had taken some time to get ready to go out after the distraction of having sex in the shower. They finally left the apartment at around 8 pm. She was wearing her new outfit and shoes with a shawl that she had brought with her from home to cover her arms. Michael was dressed in a colourful button-up shirt and khaki chinos. They went out together and met up to eat with another couple, Lisa and Will, who had both known Michael for a long time.
Lisa had been at school with Michael and they had dated for a couple of months during that time and remained close friends after they split. She taught drama and English at a secondary school.
Lisa’s partner, Will, had lived close to Michael when they were teenagers. They had met when they were in the same local football team in their final couple of years at school. They had applied to join the marines together, but Will had ended up taking a different route in the army. In the army, he had trained as a photographer. When he left, he went professional, specialising in weddings and more recently getting his own studio.
Michael had introduced Will to Lisa a few years ago and they had been dating on and off since then. They were a couple at the moment, but whilst they were lovers early on, Maggie was told that they weren’t always exclusive.
They met at a trendy canal-side pub that served pizzas, burgers and salads. It was a busy venue, but they found a corner table where Maggie could get to know Will and Lisa better before they were all going on to a club. Over burgers and beer (except for Maggie, who had a salad and a glass of wine), she learned that they often went out together at weekends, particularly now Michael was back living in the area.
Maggie said that they all seemed to get on really well together, but also welcomed her into their group. Towards the end of the meal, Will said that he had brought some MDMA pills. Maggie learned that they often took MDMA when they went out dancing. When Maggie expressed concern about taking drugs, Will said that he was always careful using trusted suppliers and he also did his own tests to make sure they were pure.
He suggested that while Maggie was with them, she should try it. If she was looking to step outside her ‘safe’ image, this was the opportunity. Maggie refused. She said that she didn’t want to take anything, particularly while she was at the club because she didn’t know how it might affect her. It just wasn’t something she would consider when she wasn’t at home. It didn’t feel safe.
Lisa had also assured her that taking it once would be unlikely to cause a problem. She said that Will was very careful and cautious. However, she accepted Maggie’s reticence. Lisa asked if Maggie minded them taking a pill before they left for the club. She explained that once she took the pill, she would avoid any more alcohol while they were out. She said that she didn’t mind them taking it if that is what they would normally do. Maggie was curious to see how the drug might change them. However, she reserved the right to leave early if she felt uncomfortable. Michael agreed and even gave her the key to the apartment in case she wanted to return before the rest of them, which reassured her.
Will, Michael and Lisa each took a pill and they left to walk the short distance to the club, which was in a grand old building, which looked like it was once a cinema. They had VIP tickets and could go to the front of the long queue. I imagined what people might have been thinking as my white wife entered the club with her young black friends.
I couldn’t remember when I had last gone to a nightclub. I asked Maggie if she could remember being anywhere similar. She hadn’t since she was at university and was impressed with this one.
“It was large and pretty high class with nice furnishing and different dance and bar areas including an outside space on the roof with heaters where people could talk and relax. The music varied. I was happy to be there; I found it all quite intoxicating and hedonistic. Everyone seemed happy and enjoying themselves. We had a reserved table so we could base ourselves slightly away from the dance floor and have drinks brought to us.
“Michael took me on a tour of the different areas, and we danced a little before returning to our table. Lisa and Will came back from dancing soon after. I was pleased to see that Michael and Will were mainly drinking water and only slowly sipping cold beers. Lisa just had water and fruit juice. Michael ordered me a glass of champagne.”
I had many questions and, whilst I didn’t want to interrupt Maggie’s story, I was curious to know one thing in particular. “Did you notice the drugs they had taken having any difference?”
“They all seemed very happy. Lisa and Will were very chilled and into the music. They were also quite ‘touchy-feely’ with each other. Michael seemed to be getting noticeably more relaxed and he was keen to dance. He was almost just a more friendly version of his normal self, although I realise that probably doesn’t make sense. He told me that he was feeling very good and became a bit gushing, talking faster than normal and telling me how much he liked me.”
I wanted to ask what he said and whether he was very ‘touchy-feely’, but I feared that this wasn’t a good line of questioning if I wanted Maggie to tell me lots of details about how the rest of the evening went. So I tried to help her along rather than challenge her. “Did you and Michael dance a lot?”
“All four of us danced, sometimes all together and sometimes as couples. I danced with Will, who had an excellent sense of rhythm, although of course it could have been the MDMA. I particularly enjoyed dancing with Lisa. She and I really moved well together, and it was great during both fast and slower tracks.”
I tried to imagine what Maggie would have looked like, dancing with Lisa and wearing that short figure-hugging dress. “If I had been at the club and watching you dance with Lisa, what do you think I would have seen? I’m trying to picture it.”
“We were both wearing short dresses, although Lisa’s was freer flowing than mine. She’s taller than me and we were just going with the music and where it took us, sometimes crouching down, sometimes with our hands in the air, sometimes holding hands and sometimes dancing very close together.”
“I’m trying to imagine how you danced like that in the dress you were wearing.”
Maggie turned away from me, looking a little red.
“I’m sure it wasn’t the most practical dress to wear. It kept riding up when I danced, particularly when I bent my knees. I tried to keep pulling it down, but Lisa just grabbed my hands and told me to move with the music and not worry about what else was going on. I think the wine and champagne I had drunk and the rhythms of the music lowered my resistance and I stopped worrying so much about my dress. I think we may have put on a bit of a show. I did notice a few guys and girls, but particularly guys, were watching us.”
“It was a good job your panties matched your dress.” I was being sarcastic, but Maggie didn’t seem to pick up on that. She seemed to be back on the dance floor.
“I just focused on Lisa and she led. I’d hadn’t danced with another woman like this since I was at uni. I lost myself and when the music became slow, I just let her lead and bring me close to her.”
“It sounds like it got pretty intense.”
“It did, I seem to recall that we ended up in a very close embrace. Then she kissed me, and I found myself kissing her back.” Maggie’s voice was sounding dreamy, and she was becoming less aware of my presence.
I spoke gently so as not to spoil the moment. “Full-on open-mouthed kissing? In full view?”
“I guess we were in full view, but I was only focused on Lisa with the music running through me. I found it all hypnotic. Lisa’s very beautiful and she felt warm and soft. I just wanted it to go on and on, and I think it did. I lost sense of time.”
I was getting excited imagining Maggie, her dress riding up and her panties on display, making out with another woman with others watching. I never thought of her as an exhibitionist, or bisexual. This was such a change from the woman who I had lived with for a quarter of a century and was the mother to my children. Had Maggie found our marriage boring? She never showed any sign of wanting more until recently.
I wanted to know as much as Maggie was prepared to tell me. “Did Michael mind that you spent so much time without him and getting that close to Lisa?”
“He didn’t seem to be around at the time. Later he seemed chilled about it. To be honest, I can’t now remember having much contact with him once I was dancing with Lisa. He only reappeared soon before we decided to leave.”
“I’m getting the impression that you got completely absorbed in Lisa. Has that ever happened to you before with another woman? You’ve never mentioned anything like it to me, even going back to before we were married.”
“I did go out with girlfriends at uni.” Maggie hesitated, as if she was considering whether to say more. She seemed to decide to keep describing what happened at the club.
“This was different and I enjoyed it. At one point I got very hot from dancing so much, and we went to the outside terrace. We just talked and laughed together and held hands for a while before going back and dancing some more.”
Maggie didn’t say anything further. I wasn’t sure how to bring her back. I was acutely aware that I still didn’t know why Maggie was going to be contacting me twelve hours later to tell me she was coming home.
It was getting late. I didn’t want to rush Maggie, but I needed to know more, and I couldn’t wait. After a few moments, I suggested to Maggie we have a walk. I thought some fresh air might be good, and I recalled that once before we had walked together after Maggie had been with Michael. It had brought us closer. I wasn’t quite sure how we were now.
Maggie seemed to refocus a little. She said that she didn’t want to go out since she felt so tired. She wanted to tell me the rest of the story and then go to bed to get some sleep. She picked up the story again.
“When we returned to our table, we found Michael and Will. Michael wanted to dance with me again and we went back to dance for a couple of tracks. It was fun, although I missed dancing with Lisa. I was also getting a little tired after the busy day. You know how I am if I’m up after midnight, and by now it had passed one in the morning. We decided to go home, and we found Lisa and Will. They decided to leave with us, and Michael invited them back with us to our place.”
Maggie seemed to be keen to get the story finished. “We got a cab back and I was in the back between Michael and Lisa. They both started messing around, touching my leg. It was all in fun. I enjoyed being the centre of attention. Back at the apartment, Michael put some more chilled music on, turned the lights down, and we all danced a little more with each other. Just moving between each other.”
“Then Will offered a further dose of MDMA. He said it would keep the party going. The others agreed, and Michael suggested that now we were back home and safe, it might be my only opportunity to experience what they had all experienced. He said he was sure that I would feel good and be happy to stay up with them longer, but equally, if I didn’t enjoy it, I could just leave them and go to bed.
“I wanted to try new things. I was happy, relaxed and it was late. In the end, I decided why not?”
Maggie had staggered me yet again. I never imagined Maggie would take drugs. I couldn’t think of much to say. “I’m amazed. I never imagined you do anything like take drugs. Do you remember much about it?”
“I took a pill and for a while, nothing happened. We carried on dancing slowly. I was mainly with Michael. After a while, I did start to feel more relaxed. I was more aware of the music. It seemed to move inside me. I felt happy. Lisa came over to me and cut in to dance with me. I really wanted to dance with her. So Michael and Will got a couple of beers and sat and watched as Lisa and I just danced. Then we started kissing again.”
I was feeling very uncomfortable about how events had gone, even after all the other experiences Maggie had gone through. I was reminded of the time we had been away with our friends Kat and Simon a few months ago, and Kat had presented Maggie to us and she had left the room with Simon. “You were putting on a show for the men?”
“It didn’t feel like that. I really was focused on the music and Lisa. When I think about it, the two guys would have been watching us, but I can’t remember them saying anything.”
“How long did this go on?”
“I’m not sure, I had no sense of time. It might have been a while. After we’d been kissing and moving with the music, I think Lisa said something about how tired I seemed to be, and that she was going to put me to bed. I remember her leading me to our bedroom.”
I was getting confused. “Whose bedroom?”
My question seemed to bring Maggie back. She was obviously very tired. “I meant Michael’s bedroom.”
The way she referred to it as their bedroom was not lost on me. It was just one more thing that hurt. I had thought I was ready to accept whatever Maggie had done while she was away, as long as she told me about it and came back to me. Now it seemed that I was not as ready as I thought. “I take it that you didn’t just go to the bedroom and fall asleep.”
Maggie gave me a weary smile. “No. Lisa took me to the bed, and maybe she was intending to leave me in peace. However, I remember that she lay me down on the bed, and I started to kiss her some more and we just carried on. It was exciting to be in bed with her.”
“Just kissing?”
“We kissed for a while with Lisa next to me on the bed. She was touching me and it felt so nice feeling a woman’s touch. It was gentle and she seemed to know just where to go and when to stroke and rub.”
“You were still dressed?”
“At first, but soon I felt her hands under my dress. I didn’t want her to stop. I just wanted to keep kissing her. Then she started moving down my body until her mouth was on my panties. It felt so nice.”
“It sounds like you were really into each other.”
“Maybe it was the pill I took, but I remember at that moment I was probably wanting her more than anything else. At that moment, I loved her being with her. It was just in that moment.”
“You felt like you were in love with her.”
“I wouldn’t say that. I don’t really know her; I’d only met her yesterday evening. We had a connection, but we’d also taken the drug and had a few drinks. Everything just made me feel better than ever. I loved her in that moment, but I think I probably could have loved anyone who was with me at that moment.”
Maggie wasn’t making too much sense, but I didn’t want to challenge her too hard and interrupt her flow.
“She started kissing me ‘down there’. She moved my panties to one side so that I felt her tongue on my pussy. I nearly climaxed as soon as she did that. It was amazing, different. Different again from when you or Michael have gone down on me.”
As always, Maggie struggled to describe some of the more intimate aspects of what had happened. It required her to use language and describe stuff that she was not used to. However, she knew that I wanted to have details, and I appreciated that she was trying to tell me everything. My cock was rock hard as I imagined the scene. “It sounds really hot.”
“It was incredible, I felt I was floating on air. She kept me on edge for what seemed like ages.”
Maggie was speaking slowly and quietly as she remembered. Then Maggie changed pace and spoke more quickly and deliberately. As if she had rehearsed telling me the next bit.
“I was happy on the bed with Lisa when I became aware that the door had opened and someone else had come into the room. Lisa continued for what was probably another few minutes and then stopped. I opened my eyes and saw Michael next to Lisa. He had been watching. He tapped her on the shoulder and said something to her. She moved away and came around to kiss me again. She said that she wanted to continue what we started, maybe later. As she did so, I felt Michael’s firm hands pulling off my panties.”
Maggie was now speaking more quickly. Looking straight ahead but clearly reliving the events of last night.
“Lisa left me with Michael. He turned me on to my stomach then lifted me onto all fours. Almost immediately I felt him enter me from behind. After what Lisa had done to me, I was very wet and it was easy for him. At that moment, I remember how good it felt to be filled up so completely.”
“You were happy that Michael just took over?”
“I missed Lisa, but I liked how firm Michael was. I wanted more time with Lisa, but I was in Manchester to be with Michael in his apartment; I was his girlfriend. I was happy to give up control to him. He was acting like I was his and it felt good.”
I felt a sharp pain in my guts, as if a knife had stabbed me. I wondered if Maggie was aware of what she was saying. But I held my tongue.
“He moved in and out of me, and I orgasmed quickly but he kept going. He pushed me down into the bed and put his hands on my shoulder to pull me to him. He pulled on the straps of my dress and tugged it down so that it was bunched around my middle, then I felt his large hands on my breasts. Despite having just orgasmed, I felt I was getting close to doing so again.”
Maggie was in full flow. She wanted to tell me everything quickly. Her tiredness seemed to have gone for a moment.
“I was so close to coming again. Before I could, I felt that Michael was also getting close. He pulled out and came around and lifted me back up on my arms. I had my eyes shut again, but I felt his cock on my face and I opened my mouth, and he pushed his cock in deep, right to the back of my throat. His hands were on the back of my head as he pushed.”
Why would Maggie let this happen to her? “It sounds like he was hurting you.”
“It wasn’t easy, but I liked it. I liked how he knew what he wanted. I didn’t try to stop him, and I guess he wasn’t pushing so hard that it felt too painful. I was okay with what was going on. If I wanted him to stop, I know he would have stopped.”
Maggie hesitated and I realised that her eyes were filling with tears. I put my arm around her, and she put her head on my shoulder. Despite the incredible scene she was describing from just a few hours ago, now she was with me and upset and I wanted to comfort her.
Maggie was almost crying as she started to struggle to tell me what happened next.
“I was really into what was happening. At some point, I realised that someone was behind me then I felt that I was being entered from behind again. Michael’s cock was moving in and out of my mouth as I felt another cock pumping in and out of my pussy.”
“I felt Michael start to climax and for a moment everything started spinning as I felt myself close to climaxing. But I suddenly felt that what was happening was wrong. Michael pulled out as I started pushing him away and moved forward to turn around. Will was having bareback sex with me.”
Maggie was more tearful now. But she continued speaking.
“I started to think that it was wrong that I was having unprotected sex with two guys, one of which I hardly knew. It was suddenly feeling weird rather than exciting. I thought about how I could get pregnant or catch something. I didn’t want to have to get tested again. I wanted to be home, where I felt safe. Maybe I was just confused.
“I told Will to get out of the room and he did. Michael was sitting next to me, and I looked at him. I asked him how he could let that happen. He looked sheepish and was clearly a little out of it. I asked him again about how he could let Will just start having sex with me without a condom. He mumbled some sort of apology, and that he hadn’t realised Will was going to join us so he hadn’t told him about using a condom. I was getting angry. I had trusted Michael.”
I was angry as well, as I absorbed what Maggie had told me. Maggie needed to finish telling me what happened.
“I was upset, and all the special magic of the night was disappearing. I told Michael that I wanted him to get out of the bedroom and leave me alone. He kept trying to apologise but I told him I wanted him to go. He left the room and I just started crying. I was tired, confused. I felt guilty about how much I enjoyed everything. I also felt that Michael had let me down when I had trusted him so completely.
“I found a robe to put on, and after having a quick wash I went to bed to try and sleep, but I found it difficult. After a while, there was a knock on the door and Lisa asked if she could come in for a moment. She came in and gave me a hug. She said Michael had told her what happened. She was lovely and asked me if I was alright. I was crying. I explained how let down I felt. She said she had told Will to “fuck off” and sent him home. She said he could be a jerk sometimes and it was completely wrong of him to assume from how close we had all been earlier that he could simply join in.”
I was trying to come to terms with what I had heard. “Maggie, they used you.”
“Lisa said that Will thought I knew what was going on. He had been in the room for a while and that he thought I was okay with everything. I think maybe he was there for a while, but I hadn’t really been focused on that. We had danced closely earlier and we had a few kisses on the dance floor and again when we arrived home.”
I couldn’t quite understand what Maggie was telling me. “Do you mean that if he had worn a condom, you wouldn’t have minded?”
“Earlier, when we had been dancing, Will said that he was envious of Michael and that he would love to change places with him. I might have implied that I might like it if the opportunity came up. I was just being friendly but now I’m not sure whether I did say more. What I mean is, I can see why he might have thought that if I’d been with Lisa, I might also let him be with me.”
“So did Lisa send him in?”
“I’m sure she didn’t. She understood how upset I was. She told me that she and Will had gone to the spare bedroom for some time together. He had left to go to the bathroom. He was gone a while and when he came back, he told her straight away that he had messed up and that I was upset. When she heard Michael come out of our bedroom as well, she went to see him. She said he was very upset and in tears. She sent Will home and talked to Michael for a while. Michael went to the spare room and she came in to see how I was.”
Despite all that I was learning and trying to get my head around, it still stung me when Maggie referred to “our bedroom”. I thought our bedroom was upstairs in our house. I moved apart from Maggie and we looked at each other and I saw that her eyes were red and there were tears running down her cheek. My heart melted. I never wanted her to end up being upset like this. She spoke again.
“I had enjoyed what happened yesterday right up to that moment. I was upset that it had changed. I had let Michael take control and he hadn’t protected me. Lisa tried to reassure me. She told me that, although they sometimes went with others, they stuck with a very few people they knew, and she thought that Will was pretty safe. She did make it clear that she understood why I was upset. Particularly as I wasn’t on any birth control. She said that Will would hear more from her when they next saw each other. She was lovely to me and she stayed with me as I fell asleep and she was still there in the morning.”
“Did you do anything else intimate with Lisa?”
Maggie looked surprised. “No, she was just being nice. We hugged, and she may have given me a kiss on the cheek, but nothing else.”
As I thought some more, I pictured Maggie with a black cock in her mouth and a black cock in her pussy. She had been spit-roasted! A white mother between two black guys. I had read about such things but I never for once thought of my sweet wife in such a position with two black men. My dream last night where she was taken away from me by a black stranger had seemed like an extreme fantasy. I was learning that reality could be even more extreme. I was incredibly jealous that she wouldn’t do such things with me; I was worried for my wife and also very excited. I wanted to know how Maggie felt when she had two cocks at the same time.
I didn’t want to admit that. Not yet.
I wanted to say the right thing, be sympathetic but I was annoyed as well. Michael had organised this. I was sure, despite Maggie’s protests. “I have heard that black guys like to dominate older white women. What makes you think Michael hadn’t planned to show you off to his black friends?”
Maggie stared at me. “Why are you obsessed with the colour of everyone’s skin? I never thought you were like this. Michael didn’t show me off to his black friends.”
“It sounds like that’s what happened at the club. It sounds to me like Michael was happy to take an attractive innocent white housewife and share her with his black friend.”
Maggie’s voice was firm. “Firstly, it wasn’t a club full of black people. There were people of all races and all sexualities. Secondly, Michael’s friends weren’t all black. I don’t know what Lisa’s heritage is, and I didn’t see the need to know. What I do know is Will is as white as you and me.”
Suddenly the picture in my mind’s eye seemed to burst like a punctured balloon. I was so sure that Michael’s friend was black. Now I realised I had just assumed so. I felt stupid and Maggie didn’t let it go. “I wonder if deep down you want me to go off with lots of black guys. Is that what excites you? Your wife being used by black guys?”
I knew that Maggie would never do this. She was cross and tired. I was kicking myself.
“It’s really not what I want. I couldn’t cope with that. I wasn’t thinking it through. I was confusing a dream and reality. I’m sorry. I’m more concerned with what happened and how things happened that you didn’t want to happen.”
“So can we stop obsessing about Michael being black? The guy who has behaved badly here is white. I don’t think I’ll ever see him again and that’s fine. At this moment, I don’t want to see any of them again. Except maybe Lisa.”
“Will you finish the story? What happened this morning?”
“I told Lisa that I was going to come home. I didn’t want to spend any more time with Michael. She understood and helped me gather all my belongings. Michael wanted to talk but Lisa told him to let me go. It was a bit awkward, with Michael trying to persuade me to stay for a while and talk, but I was too upset and tired. I left behind the clothes I’d bought for the club and the ankle chain. Lisa went with me to the station. I just listened to music and dozed on the next train home. Then you picked me up.”
“You haven’t heard any more from Michael?”
“On the way home, Michael sent me lots of messages, but I’ve only sent one back asking him to leave me alone. He was apologising, telling me that he would get Will to apologise. I’ve stopped reading the messages, so I don’t know what the later ones were saying. I just want to get myself sorted out. I’ll get tested, so I’m afraid we’ll have to be careful about what we do until I’m sure I haven’t caught anything.”
I realised that this was the reason that Maggie wanted to get to the end of her story. She needed to let me know why we couldn’t do anything unprotected. There was so much to consider. My wife had been clubbing, showing off in front of strangers, taking drugs, making out with a woman and had been spit-roasted, taking a cock in her mouth and bareback in her pussy.
“You’ve had quite an adventure. It makes my time with Elaine seem rather tame.”
“It was too much. It was over the top.”
“You said that you enjoyed most of it.”
“I did enjoy it, everything up to that last moment. But I’m not in a hurry to do it again.”
“I wonder what would have happened next if you had stayed.”
“Michael had plans for today. We were going to have lunch with other members of his family. Then this afternoon there was talk of going to Will’s studio for a photo session.”
This sounded like Michael had planned to introduce my wife to his family as if she was his partner. I wasn’t sorry that Maggie had missed that. I was interested in what she would have done at the photo studio. “What sort of a photo session?”
“Will has explained that he was doing more boudoir sessions where wives and girlfriends had photos taken for their partners. He said that they are sensuous and sometimes a bit racy. Some were pictures of couples.”
“He was going to take nude photos of you with Michael?”
“We had joked about it, but I never agreed to do anything except see the studio. Will promised to show me some samples of the photos he had taken. He said that I would be able to see how tasteful they are. Anyway, it never happened, and it won’t now.”
The thought of tasteful, sexy pictures of my wife interested me. I wondered if she would agree to get some taken for me. I also thought of how it might be to see Maggie next to Michael; both of them naked. Her white skin next to his black skin. Maggie’s voice interrupted my thoughts.
“I’m going to go to bed. I need to sleep. I’m sorry that I can’t do much with you tonight. I’m too tired.”
Maggie gave me a kiss on the cheek and went upstairs.
I stayed downstairs alone for a while to sort out and unpack. I had a beer and tried to watch television. I wasn’t tired and it was still only mid-evening, but after I finished my beer, I decided to go up to join Maggie in bed. She was asleep with the covers wrapped tightly around her and wearing her cosy pyjamas. I found it difficult to sleep as I listened to my wife breathing gently next to me.
As I lay in bed, I went over in my head everything Maggie had told me. I wanted to separate what she told me from what I had imagined what had happened. The assumption that Michael’s friend Will was black had demonstrated how I could assume things that might not have happened. I couldn’t help imagining what professional photos of my wife naked with Michael might look like.
I knew that Maggie had enjoyed being Michael’s girlfriend for the short time she was in Manchester. She had repeatedly referred to his apartment as ‘their’ apartment and his bedroom as ‘their’ bedroom. She had not worn her wedding ring but had worn the anklet he had given her.
It seemed that she was a different person from the Maggie I had known while she was in Manchester. She was outgoing rather than shy and introverted. She was ready to take risks and had even taken drugs.
Whilst she was upset with what happened when she took two men at once, the main issue seemed to be the lack of a condom, not the fact that they both entered her at the same time. Did she enjoy being with two men, whatever the colour of their skin? Had she agreed to be shared between both men when they were dancing earlier in the evening? I wondered whether Will had a large cock, just as I imagined Michael did.
The way the weekend ended still didn’t make sense as I went over Maggie’s story again. Another man entering her bareback was bad, but not completely out of line with some of the other things that Maggie had done and enjoyed. I wondered if there was more that I didn’t know. Would just that one moment make her want to return home so quickly? Does that one moment explain why she was so upset and was still upset a day later?
She had kissed and been touched intimately by another woman. I thought about how she had described her time with Lisa. She had clearly liked being with her. It seemed to have opened a new world. I was sure that now Maggie had felt the kisses and attention of another woman, she would want to do more at some time in the future. Could she fall in love with another woman? Could that be a greater threat to our marriage than her falling for another man?
She had left the anklet with Michael, along with the clothes that she had worn to go out with him. I wondered if she might have decided to stop seeing anyone else ever again. If she did it would be a great relief. I would not have to face the gut-wrenching times when I learned what she would do with others, but not with me. However, somewhere deep down inside, I wondered if I would miss the excitement of sharing Maggie’s hot wife journey.
Until recent months, I had been the more sexually adventurous of the two of us. I had pushed Maggie to let me go down on her, which she did allow very rarely. I had wanted her to go down on me, which she only did after she had done so with our friend Simon. I always had wanted to try more positions with Maggie, have sex more frequently with her and for us to enjoy just spending more time naked together.
Now my sweet wife was the more adventurous and the more experienced of the two of us. She had more partners – at the same time! She had done more than me. I had to admit that it hurt my male pride way more than it should.
I reminded myself that I had benefited from her experience. She had given me oral sex and had even initiated anal sex. She would never have even considered that during our first twenty-five years of marriage.
