The next day, Maggie busied herself around the house sorting out things and preparing for the new school year. It was hard to find a moment when she had stopped doing things and would speak to me about sex. I could see that she was still upset by how her Manchester trip ended.
Over the next few days I also was very busy at work and was getting home late. When Maggie and I met up in the evening she remained more subdued than her normal self. I asked her a couple of times whether she had been in contact with Michael. She was always ready to show me her phone. Michael had kept messaging her, but she didn’t want to respond. The messages I saw were full of apologies and requests for her to get in contact. Maggie said she wanted some space before she replied. She also wanted to wait until she had been tested for any infections.
In bed, Maggie seemed to return to her more buttoned up ways. She went to bed fully covered wearing pyjamas and, although she was happy for me to cuddle up to her in bed, she was sensitive to being touched on her breasts or anywhere close to her pussy. She would flinch and tense up if I tried to do so. It was like things were before she had first had sex with our friend Simon. I missed my sexually free wife who would initiate sex, who would occasionally come to bed naked and enjoy sex, both giving and receiving. I didn’t want the last few months to be the exception.
I hoped that after a week or so she would become more open to sex again.
When I tried to talk to her about it, Maggie found it difficult. She accepted that, despite the wait to be able to take a test for any diseases, we could still have sex with a condom if we were careful. However, she was always apologetic but she was never in the mood just yet. The events in Manchester had made her more reserved again. We didn’t have those special intimate talks we used to have late at night after making love.
One day I returned home to find a large arrangement of colourful summer flowers on the kitchen counter. I asked Maggie about them. Normally she loved fresh flowers, but she was dismissive and said I could read the card with them. It was from Michael’s friend Will. It asked for forgiveness for his behaviour and said that the blame was his, and it wasn’t Michael’s fault.
“Nice flowers, and a nice message.” I suggested.
“I expect Michael put him up to it.”
“Still, it’s a nice thought.”
If the flowers had been intended to soften Maggie’s position, they weren’t successful. “I just wish they would all leave me alone for a while.”
She left the room to go to work on teaching plans for the new school year. It was as if all my wife’s sexual adventures hadn’t happened. It was even worse than that. She seemed so much less happy than she was before she started on this journey.
I put the flowers in a vase in the kitchen and moved some paperwork off a small table so that I could put the vase on display. Some papers fell on the floor and I bent down to pick them up. As I went through the papers I had picked up, and a small card in black with white printing fell out. I picked it up. It had a professionally designed logo and printed underneath the strapline, “Manchester’s Premier Late Night Venue” and a website address. I went to my laptop and entered the web address. It had pictures of the different bar and dance areas and was obviously the place that Michael had taken Maggie.
I saw a link to their Instagram page. When I clicked on the link, I saw that it had lots of photos of couples and small groups at the club in front of a banner with the club’s logo. Everyone seemed happy and dressed to impress, which might be why they were picked out to be photographed and shared on the club’s Instagram feed.
I moved down the pictures which were in date order. I found the date that Maggie would have been at the club, and straight away I spotted Michael and Maggie, their contrasting skin colour making the photo stand out. I clicked on the photo to get a better look.
It was just the two of them, both laughing. Michael had his arm around Maggie’s back and appeared to have his hand on her backside. She was bending forward, appearing to find something very funny. She was wearing the tight electric blue dress, and I zoomed in on her small breasts. The dress was low cut and the top of her breasts were visible so that you could see the valley between them. The dress was short and seemed to be riding up her leg as she bent down, so that the lacy top of her stocking was visible.
The Maggie I used to know was always shy, modest and unassuming. The woman in this picture looked relaxed and self-confident. She wasn’t shy at all. She looked so very happy, and the familiar pain in the pit of my stomach returned. Maggie seemed to be a different person when she had been with Michael. I felt conflicted. In so many ways I was glad that Maggie didn’t want to see Michael again. But I also wanted my wife to be happy and I wondered if I could never recreate with her the happiness she had in that picture.
I didn’t mention to Maggie that I had seen the picture. I wondered if she knew it was there and available for anyone to see. I didn’t mention it again.
A few more weeks passed. Things didn’t change much. Work went on, and Maggie and I didn’t manage to find the right opportunity to discuss how things had changed since her return from Manchester.
On a Monday evening, a couple of weeks into the new school year, I was on my computer while Maggie was marking some schoolwork. An email came into my inbox from an email address I didn’t recognise. It had the title “Personal message for Paul”. I opened the email and read it.
“Hi Paul, it’s Michael. Sorry to contact you out of the blue. I found your email on your business website. Maggie hasn’t replied to my messages and I realise that she’s very unhappy with me. I’m sorry for what happened when she came to visit me. I just want to contact her to make sure that she knows how much I regret causing her upset. I would do anything to make things better. Can I talk to you? I know that you may be very upset with me as well, and may not want to speak. However, I just want to get the chance to assure you that I know that what happened upset Maggie. It was not planned and everyone involved is sincerely sorry. Even if I can never see Maggie again, I would like to be able to tell her how sorry I am. With my kindest regards, Michael.”
It had a telephone number.
I reread the email and continued to stare at it for some time. I decided not to mention the email to Maggie until I decided what to do. That night I found it difficult to sleep as the email from Michael kept me thinking.
The next day I was in London for business meetings until late afternoon. I was often distracted at my meetings as I considered what to do about responding to Michael. By the time I had finished the meetings I had decided I would make contact with him. I thought it might be a way of finding out more about what happened in Manchester. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to say to him, but I was convinced that there was more that I didn’t know to explain the reason why Maggie had been so different. I was worried about what I might hear. However, he had made contact because he wanted something from me, and so I thought it might be the best chance to learn more from him.
I thought that if I didn’t follow up the opportunity to talk to Michael, I might always wonder about what I might have missed. I was due to travel to the north of England the following week. I could stay overnight near Manchester. Maggie was due to have a meeting at school that evening and wouldn’t be surprised if I stayed away. I considered whether I should try to meet up with him in person.
I sent a text message to Michael suggesting a meeting on the following Thursday evening somewhere near Manchester and Michael replied shortly afterwards to let me know that he’d be pleased to meet. It was all very matter of fact. Michael just asked me to let him know where I would be able to come to. He didn’t have a car and so asked if it could be somewhere easy to get to by public transport from Manchester city centre. Depending on travel time he could be free after 6pm.
I decided to not to mention to Maggie that I had arranged to meet Michael. I messaged him to tell him not to let Maggie know before we met. He agreed.
When I got home later that evening, Maggie seemed much brighter and more relaxed than she had been for some time, despite it being a Monday night. I asked her what had put the spring in her step. She told me that she had at last received the results of her tests and she was clear of any infection. Obviously, this had been weighing on her mind.
After we went to bed that night, I hoped that Maggie would be more open to some fun, despite it being a school night. She came to bed in her cosy pyjamas, and when I pressed myself against her and gently move my hand from her stomach towards her breast, I felt her stiffen. She moved her arm across her front to block the path of my hand. This was commonly how she behaved during the many years of our marriage. I didn’t want to go back to this.
I was frustrated but I didn’t want to upset Maggie. She sensed my disappointment, and quietly said, “Sorry.”
I said that it wasn’t a problem, but I wasn’t being completely honest. I really wanted the sexually free and open Maggie back. It seemed that this Maggie was still out of reach to me.
Maggie tried to reassure me. “I will try and change, I just find it difficult at the moment. Please be patient with me.”
While we were on the subject, I tried to explore things further. I asked her that, if I was okay with it, would she like to find a new partner to replace Michael. She told me that she couldn’t see that happening.
I suggested that there might be some ways we might find her another partner if that would help. She was clear that she didn’t want to try searching the internet to find someone. She couldn’t see herself meeting up with strangers. If she felt uptight with me, a stranger would be unthinkable. I found this somewhat comforting, and I wasn’t even sure I wanted her to meet anyone else. It just seemed a way of raising the subject of her reluctance to have sex.
Maggie explained that she didn’t want to even try and contemplate anyone she came into contact with through work, since it was too risky to her job. She didn’t want to try with any friends. Simon was not right (which she had said some time ago, so no surprise there), and she couldn’t think of any of our other friends that she would be comfortable trying to initiate having sex with.
As ever with Maggie, she didn’t just think of herself. She was also concerned about what I would do. Where would I find another partner? Would I really be happy if she was being intimate with another guy and I was left all alone? Some part of me always found the thought of Maggie with someone else exciting, but I knew it would also hurt, and I didn’t know if I would want it to happen again.
I believed that Maggie couldn’t have sex without some form of emotional connection and that would always carry a risk for our relationship. She said that she thought that it should just be us, in an exclusive relationship. In time, she was sure that she would feel able to be sexually more open with me again. She just needed time. I knew she was tired, and both of us needed to be up early.
I moved away so that Maggie could go to sleep more easily. I thought of my meeting with Michael and how he might be able to help me with Maggie. I wondered if I was really prepared to take more risks with my marriage.
I wanted to recapture the happiness that Maggie had when she was more sexually active. I just didn’t know how to achieve this. I didn’t know where it would lead but I was more determined to meet up with Michael and see whether there was anything he could do to help me. I didn’t want to lose Maggie. I just wanted her to be as happy as she had been with Michael, but with me. Could this be possible?
I decided to book a hotel to stay in Manchester city centre for the following Thursday so that it would be easy for Michael to meet up with me and we could spend as long as I felt was necessary. I knew of a good hotel I had stayed at before, so first thing the next day I booked a room. I sent a message to Michael to let him know, and at lunchtime he replied, thanking me for making it easy for him to meet me. Maggie was used to me staying away and with an evening meeting at school she would be tired afterwards. When I let her know that I would be staying away up north after my meetings next week, she didn’t ask me for any further details. When I had to travel it was often easier for me to get a hotel room
The following Thursday I didn’t see Maggie before I left very early to travel to Leeds for my business meetings. After a full day I made my way from Leeds to Manchester.
I was late arriving at the hotel where I had booked to stay the night, and where I was due to meet Michael. I had sent a text message to let him know that I would be around thirty minutes late and suggested that I would find him in the bar. I hadn’t told him that I was staying at the hotel where we were meeting. I had implied that I would be staying somewhere else outside Manchester. I didn’t want him to know anymore than he had to. When I gave Micheal an updated time of arrival, I allowed an extra ten minutes for me to check in and go to my bedroom and freshen up.
As I checked in, I could see into the bar. I recognised Michael sitting at a table with another woman. She had her back to me, but I could see that she was slim and tall with olive skin and long straight black hair.
I wondered if Michael had brought his sister, Tessa, with him or whether he had another girlfriend. Maybe he wanted some extra support. I went up to my bedroom to drop off my bag.
I came down to the bar a short while later having changed into a casual shirt and jeans. Michael was still at the table. There was no sign of his female partner. Michael saw me enter the bar and stood up to greet me.
Michael seemed more nervous than me, which was unlike last time we met when I left Maggie with him for, what turned out to be, a night of sex. For a moment, I was also feeling unsure why I had agreed to do this without discussing it with Maggie first. He tentatively held out his right hand and I took it and shook it. I spoke first and was determined to take the initiative.
“Hello Michael.”
“Hi Paul, thanks for seeing me so soon after I got in contact. And for coming to Manchester. It wasn’t at all sure that you would agree to meet.”
“I was due to be passing this way, so it seemed a happy coincidence. Maybe, depending on what you have to say.”
“Well, I’m grateful that you have agreed to meet.”
“You asked to meet, and I presumed that’s because you had something specific you wanted to say to me.”
I wanted to get to the point. I wondered whether I was being set up for something. Michael offered me a drink, and I asked for a beer. Michael also got himself a beer and when we both had our drinks, Michael started to speak.
“I guess I just don’t want my relationship with Maggie to end in the way it has. I accept that she doesn’t want to see me at the moment, but for the last year she’s been a big part of my life professionally and personally. I don’t want her to remember me by how it ended.”
“She feels let down. You lost her trust.”
“I know, and I’m really sorry. I never intended what happened to happen. I would never do anything against her will.”
“So why did you ask her to come and stay with you? I know that you wanted help with setting up your apartment, but I think we all know that was not the only reason.”
Michael looked uncomfortable. He took a few deep breaths as he considered what to say. I thought I should help him.
“I think we need to be honest or we’re not going to get anywhere. Maggie has told me what happened. She also told me that she had a great time up to the moment it went wrong at your apartment. I want my wife to be happy. So perhaps you should tell me how you saw the visit. You seemed to want to introduce her to your friends and family. I wonder why.”
Michael seemed to be studying his beer closely as he thought for a moment.
“I like Maggie. I like her a lot. I know you might think it’s just about sex. I don’t know whether you have seen her in action in the classroom, but she’s a great teacher. I thought I would make a good teacher, and when I first came to her school, I was full of confidence. I thought I could teach. I was so wrong and so arrogant. When I watched Maggie, I realised how much I didn’t know. She helped me; she was generous in passing on her skills. She would constantly provide positive suggestions to make me be better without ever undermining me. I became in awe of her as a teacher.
“I also quickly learned how lovely she was, not just with the children. Although some of the ideas I came with were naïve and even stupid, she supported me to try them and make them work. As I got better, she kept giving me the credit when I would have failed as a teacher and abandoned my plans without her. It wasn’t because she thought I was special. She will take the time to help anyone. She’s patient with the children and she was patient with me, even when I came in thinking I knew it all. She’s funny, intelligent and a thoroughly nice person.”
I wondered where he was going with this. “I know this; remember, we’ve been together for twenty-six years.”
Michael didn’t look at me, as he continued. “What I mean is at first I just enjoyed working with Maggie and learning from her. I realised how much I needed to improve before I would be a fully competent teacher. She worked so hard to support me, putting in so many extra hours at work to help me as well as do her own work. However, she made it fun.
“We got on well, and one day someone at school just said how we were always working and that we seemed inseparable. She said that we were always together, and she wasn’t sure if Maggie’s husband ever managed to see her. It was a joke, but we started picking up on the comment and teased each other about our fictitious domestic life. We’d talk about which one of us was cooking tonight, or whether I’d left the toothpaste top off. It was very innocent.”
Maggie had never mentioned any of this to me. “It doesn’t sound innocent to me.”
“Maybe not with the benefit of hindsight. It was just the occasional jokey comment. Most of the time when we weren’t talking about work, Maggie would talk about how proud she was of her family. She would speak about you with such affection. If any colleagues at work complained about their partners, she would never join in, except maybe to say that you never behaved badly. I knew she loved you deeply.”
“But you started to want more from her? Physically, I mean?”
“I might have had the odd fantasy, but she never did anything to lead me on and make me think that she was interested in me in that way. When the trip to London was being planned, she was given an upgraded room because of you. I felt like I could never measure up to you. You sounded sophisticated and experienced. A successful businessman, father and husband.”
“So when did it change?”
“When we were in London and I saw her dressed up for the evening, I was stunned at how beautiful and sensuous she was. When we were together, and people started assuming we were a couple, I started to dream of how wonderful it would be to do more with her. Just imagining dancing with her or even sharing a quick kiss gave me a real thrill. As the evening wore on and I won the prize, she was so pleased for me, even though it could never have happened without her. She gave me a lovely hug and a kiss on the cheek. That gave me more pleasure than when it was announced that I had won the prize.”
Michael was getting into his story, and he now seemed more far away as he remembered that evening.
“I never would have imagined what was going to happen that evening. It was Maggie who initiated everything. I was too nervous to have done so. She suggested dancing. She offered to show me her room. By that time I wanted her more than I had ever wanted any woman. Yet, I still felt she was out of my reach. Despite the fact that we had danced closely together. I had become so excited by being so close to her, to have her hand in mine and to smell her perfume. It made me more lightheaded than all the champagne we drank.
“When we were in her room, she started kissing me and only then did I really believe that I might be able to have sex with her. I felt that I was the luckiest man in the world.”
I was stunned to hear Michael describe his time with my wife like this. I hated what I was hearing and yet I wanted to hear more.
Michael seemed to be lost in memories. He was becoming more animated and looking around. I noticed that the woman who had been at his table earlier was still here and watching from the other side of the bar. I couldn’t make out her features because of the distance and low lighting, but I sensed that she was staring at us.
Michael stopped to drink his beer and looked at me. “I think you know most of what happened in London. Maggie said she told you pretty much everything.”
My thoughts turned back to that night in London. “I know that you took photos of her when she was naked and that you didn’t use protection when you had sex. It seems to be a bit of a theme.” I was trying not to sound too bitter.
“I was shocked by what happened. Maggie undressed and invited me to her. She didn’t seem worried about protection. I was carried away and did take pictures. When she told me to delete them the next day, she told me that if she ever found out I still had any of the explicit pictures, she would never speak to me again, and would make sure we stopped working together. I took her seriously. I don’t have the pictures anymore. I just have the memories.”
“Then I guess you wanted another chance to do the same again before you left and went up north.”
Michael was getting less nervous now. “Maggie and I had agreed that we would go out for a meal. You know what happened and why we ended up back at my place. Maggie thought you would arrive to collect her soon after. Things only started to happen when you didn’t come back when she expected you. Maggie told me that you were happy for her to stay longer with me. I won’t pretend I didn’t have a fantastic time. I won’t pretend I didn’t find Maggie a wonderful lover. Again she initiated things. I was just hoping for one last kiss goodbye.”
“Instead she came out of your flat looking freshly fucked and with your cum running down her legs.”
I was getting annoyed as I remembered the scene, but I knew that what Michael had said was substantially true. Maggie had admitted as much. Michael didn’t seem too concerned by my comment. He just explained some more.
“When she got the message that you were coming by to pick her up, she tried to put you off so that you didn’t see her like that. But you were already arriving and she didn’t want to upset you. So she rushed down to you. Maybe she should have taken longer, but you probably would be annoyed at that. I wondered if you both wanted to meet up while she was in that state. I wondered if that is what turned you on.”
I looked away from Michael, not able to think of how to respond. I couldn’t explain anything more. My eyes looked across the almost empty room. I noticed a guy approach the woman who had been staring at us, but she sent him away. Then she resumed looking at us. I wondered who she was.
I switched back to Michael as another thought occurred to me.
“So what about the anklet and charm that you bought her? That was before you had sex with her that second time. What message were you sending? Were you just wanting everyone to know that my wife had become your married white lover?”
“It wasn’t like that at all. Maggie told me that one of your friends had made a comment that was something about her going black and not going back. I teased her and she seemed to find it funny. I thought about it and found the anklet on the Internet and thought Maggie might like it as a souvenir of our night together. Sex with older married women has never been a particular thing for me. To be honest, I’ve always had girlfriends my age or younger. I thought both you and Maggie enjoyed the thought of her going off with other men. The fact that I’m black and she’s white just adds a little extra contrast.”
I was feeling increasingly uncomfortable. Maybe it was because I found it easy to believe Michael. He didn’t need me to prompt him further. He wanted to tell me more.
“I had shown Maggie details of the apartment I was going to live in when I moved back to Manchester, and how I intended to furnish and decorate it. She told me that if it was our apartment, she would want very different furniture and decoration. She even joked that this would mean we would have to split up since she couldn’t live with what I was planning. I asked her to show me what she would do. She showed me stuff on the Internet and I had to admit it looked much classier and better suited to the old warehouse apartment that I was planning.”
I could believe this. I knew Maggie was very good at colours and decoration. When I had first met her, she could show me how to make my apartment so much better with the right paint and simple furnishing.
Michael continued. “When I said that I needed Maggie to come up and help me sort out my apartment, I didn’t really expect that she would. However, after I left, we kept in touch and she said that she would come up and help get what we needed for ‘our’ apartment. I’m sure it was intended to be a small jokey reference to our little conversations after school. It developed and it became a running theme of our messages. Finally she said that she would definitely come up and visit me. I dared her to wear the anklet when she came up and, for the time she was in Manchester, she would be my girlfriend. She didn’t say that she definitely would.
When I saw her at the station she took my breath away. She looked stunning and was wearing the anklet. When I met her I noticed that she wasn’t wearing her wedding ring. I knew she had agreed to be my girlfriend, rather than your wife. I still remember the thrill I felt at that. I can’t remember ever feeling more excited. She took my breath away.”
Whilst I knew most of what Michael was telling me, it was strange to hear it from him. He clearly had very deep feelings for my wife. Yet, I had agreed to all this. I gathered my thoughts. I wanted to understand more about Michael’s plans for the trip. “Why did you introduce Maggie to your sister?”
“My sister and I have always been close. I had spoken a lot about how Maggie helped me become a teacher and how she had been such an important mentor for me. I wanted them to meet.”
“Did you tell your sister that you and Maggie were having sex?”
“I had told Tessa that Maggie was visiting to help me with the apartment. However, once she met us, I knew she could see that it was more than that. She later told me that she liked Maggie and could see that she had been a good influence on me. She was disappointed when I had to tell her that Maggie and I had split up just a couple of days later.”
“I suppose you didn’t mind that she knew that Maggie was sleeping with you while she was in Manchester.”
“Why would I mind? I was pleased to be with her. Any man would be proud to be with Maggie.”
I started to wonder if I still had the same level of delight to be seen out with my wife as Michael had shown. Maybe I had over the years taken her for granted? I wasn’t sure that the conversation was going where I wanted it to go. Then again, what did I expect?
“Did Maggie know you were going to take her out clubbing and that you would be taking drugs?”
“Maggie had told me she wanted to experience what it would be like to be my girlfriend. She even agreed to dress like a girlfriend would if she was going out on a Saturday night. I was surprised and so pleased that she allowed me to buy the dress and accessories I suggested.”
“Even though she was around twenty years older than most women who wore such dresses?”
“She looked fantastic in my opinion, and I’m sorry that you didn’t see her dressed to go out. I thought the clothes suited her; she didn’t look too old at all.”
Of course, I’d seen her in that dress, and I felt a little ashamed that I was now calling out my wife for dressing inappropriately. She had looked good, and I felt that I should have been pleased for her that she could still wear such clothes. She hadn’t dressed like that for me, and I couldn’t help feeling jealous all over again. She’d dressed like that for her boyfriend, but wouldn’t dress provocatively for her husband.
Michael continued. “It showed how much she was prepared to act out the role of girlfriend and boyfriend. I took that on board and so going out clubbing with my closest friends seemed a natural thing to do. We do usually take a little MDMA. I wasn’t surprised that Maggie didn’t want to take any, but she was happy for us to have some. It was obvious to us all that she really enjoyed the nightclub. She seemed to have more energy than any of us, even though she was the only one of us who hadn’t taken anything.”
“And you normally share your girlfriends with your friends? That was a normal Saturday night as well?”
“We normally all dance with each other, yes.”
“I meant later, in bed at your apartment.”
Michael looked a little sheepish when I said this.
“No, that’s never happened before. Maggie behaved so openly and was so friendly that I think Will picked up the wrong signals. There were some aspects that really surprised me. Maggie is so different from the teacher I first met only a few months ago. She has a different side I certainly didn’t know about when we were in the classroom.”
“You and me both.” Even as I said this, I wished I hadn’t admitted that to Michael. I tried to move on quickly. “What were the wrong signals?”
“If I’m honest, the biggest surprise was how Lisa and Maggie got on so well. I’m sure she must have told you about Lisa. They seemed to take to each other in a way I’ve never seen before with Lisa. I’d asked Lisa to be kind to Maggie, because I was a bit worried how she’d react to seeing me with an older woman from down south. Lisa can be a bit blunt and judgemental. In fact, right from the time they met, they clicked. So much so that Will was pretty pissed with how the two of them went off together at the club and spent most of the time enjoying each other’s company without us.”
“Maggie said that you seemed fine with her dancing with Lisa.”
“I was fine for a while, but then we didn’t see them for a long time. I was a little put out that she wasn’t spending more time with me. That was not a very girlfriend thing. I think Maggie wasn’t really noticing how Will or I were feeling. She seemed just high on being at the club and dancing. I don’t mean to sound like we were miserable. It was great to see Maggie so happy. I just thought she would spend more time with me.”
Michael told me that he and Will suggested that they leave at around one in the morning, which was early for them. Maggie and Lisa seemed happy to leave and they all went back to Michael’s apartment. Michael had put on some music and they all started dancing. Michael wanted to dance with Maggie, but Will wanted to swap partners for a while, which they did. Lisa and Michael ended up watching as Will tried to get close to Maggie and deep kiss her, but she gently resisted apart from little kisses. Maggie then went back to Michael.
Maggie had surprised him when she suggested that she wanted to try some MDMA. This seemed to be a different story from the one Maggie described. She had not said that she asked for the drug before she was offered it again. Will was happy to provide some and they all decided to join Maggie and take a dose.
As they waited for the drug to take effect, Maggie and Michael just danced with each other. They got close until Lisa cut in and danced with Maggie. They started kissing again, and so the two men just watched the two women enjoy each other. In particular, he pointed out how Maggie’s short dress made both men excited.
After a while the drugs were making everyone mellow and very friendly. Maggie seemed to be getting a little too mellow and tired, so Lisa led Maggie away into the bedroom. This much I knew. I asked Michael if he was upset that Lisa had gone off with Maggie.
“I was relaxed, but Will teased me about losing my woman. We had a beer, and I then went back to reclaim my girlfriend. I found Maggie seemed less tired, and she had Lisa’s face between her legs and was enjoying being tongued by her. It was very hot to see Maggie being eaten out and I got pretty excited.”
Michael described how he was feeling very horny and wanted to have sex. He asked Lisa to move away and she left. Maggie had seemed a little disappointed to have lost Lisa, but Michael had positioned her on all fours to have sex with her from behind. As he started penetrating her, she seemed really into it and was making a lot of noise. He kept going for a long time and once again found that Maggie seemed to get more excited as he became more dominant with her.
Michael checked with me that I really wanted to hear all this. I nodded. Even though I was finding it difficult to hear what he was telling me about my wife, I needed to know what happened next and what he thought had led to everything changing for Maggie.
Michael described how Maggie had seemed to cum a couple of times and he then decided to move around so he could get a blow job from her. I found it surreal as this man described my lovely wife as a receptive submissive.
Maggie remained on all fours as he was pushing into her mouth. Again, the more firm he held her the more Maggie seemed to respond. Michael said that he was into it when Will came into the room. Will made quite a noise as he came in. He was pretty unsteady on his feet and a bit worse for wear from drink and drugs. He saw the scene which was pretty hot. Michael stopped for a moment and looked at Will, and he thought that Maggie was looking at Will too.
Will stood for a few moments absorbing the scene in front of him. Then he started undressing. Again, Michael thought Maggie could see what was happening since Will wasn’t being very subtle.
I interrupted Michael. “Had you agreed to this with Will?”
“I swear I didn’t. I’d drunk more and the drugs made me more accepting. But I hadn’t agreed or encouraged him to come in.”
“You didn’t stop him.”
Michael looked down. “No, I just let him strip and he positioned himself behind Maggie. We did look at each other. I should have told him to leave. But Maggie was really enjoying being controlled, and she had told me that she wanted to try new things. For a moment I decided that she might want this. Just at that moment I might have given Will the nod. Almost immediately he simply entered her.”
“Maggie told me that this is where it all went wrong for her. You let her down.”
Michael looked at me. “I’ll come to that bit.”
“I thought you had.”
“I’m telling you what happened. Although I was pretty drunk and drugged at the time, I have gone over events in my head many times since. I think I’m pretty clear about it. If you want to know what happened, I’ll tell you.”
I was feeling confused. “Go on.”
“When Will entered her, Maggie became much more excited. She started to enter some sort of sexual ecstasy. I felt her reach forward and grip me and pull me further into her. I felt her push forward and Will pounded into her. I remember Maggie saying a few things which she didn’t normally say even when we had sex. Mostly she was asking to be fucked. She wanted him to keep giving it to her.
“After a short period I could see she starting squirting, and both Will and I were amazed as she made Will and the bed wet. She made deep, guttural moans that I’d never heard her make before and she was moaning about how big Will felt inside her. Seeing her like this drove me over the top, but Maggie seemed to want more.”
I had never seen Maggie squirt. She certainly hadn’t done it with me. I was feeling completely inadequate now, but Michael just continued.
“I finished cumming in her mouth, and although she tried to keep me going, I needed to stop for a moment. I lay next to Maggie, but she was still going and moaning.”
“Didn’t she want Will to stop?”
“She gave no indication of wanting him to stop. I wasn’t comfortable with Will having sex with my girlfriend.” Michael hesitated. “But she kept squirting and seemed to be on another level of pleasure.
Will was exclaiming about how wet she was, and how he was making her cum. He said he was close. I thought I should say something, so I told him not to cum inside her. I had to shout for him to pull out because they were both moaning so much. He pulled out and covered her back with his cum.”
I was processing what I just heard. “Wait, you told Will to withdraw. It wasn’t Maggie?”
“She seemed to have gotten lost in the moment. I was worried, since she had made it clear that I couldn’t cum inside her.”
“Did she realise that Will was inside her without a condom?”
“She said she didn’t realise, but I’m not sure what she thought was happening. Will was making a lot of noise as he fucked her, moaning and grunting like she was. He was enjoying himself, and Maggie appeared to be enjoying him. He’s hardly a small guy. He could give me penis envy. If she had resisted or been reluctant, I would have told Will to get out sooner.”
I was feeling dizzy and clutched my beer as Michael had calmly told me his side of the story. I realised the story wasn’t finished. Since I was having to rethink my understanding, I needed to know all of Michael’s version. “What happened next?”
“When Will withdrew from her, Maggie was gasping and screaming. She rolled onto her back and was gasping for breath. At first, I wasn’t sure if it was pain or pleasure. Will just stared. He said that he’d never seen a girl squirt so much when he’d been fucking. He said it was like a fountain.”
Maggie had sometimes been quite wet when we had sex, but nothing close to this. I was trying to come to terms with what I had heard. Once again, just when I thought I couldn’t be shocked by what Maggie had been doing with other men, I was shocked again. I was still finding out how much I didn’t know the woman I had shared my life with for a quarter of a century, and with whom I had brought up a family.
Despite struggling to come to terms with what I had already heard, I knew there was even more. I prompted Michael. “And then?” Michael carefully described the scene.
“Maggie was shaking all over. I’m sure at first from orgasming hard. Then she curled up and I realised she was crying. I asked her if she was alright, and she seemed embarrassed, and then angry. She said that I should have stopped Will. She said that everything was wrong.
“I told Will to leave, and he did. I tried to comfort Maggie, but she wouldn’t have it. She kept repeating that I should have stopped this. She said she had trusted me, but I let her down. I was pretty upset too, since all I ever wanted was for Maggie to be happy.
“Maggie seemed to get more distraught and told me to leave her alone. I left the bedroom and shut the door. I came out and found Lisa upset. Will had gone to the spare bedroom. Lisa and I left Maggie on her own for a while, probably over an hour. After that time I said to Lisa that I thought I should go to Maggie. I was really worried. Lisa thought it was better if she tried to speak with Maggie. She went into the bedroom for some time. I waited on the couch and fell asleep for a while.
“About half an hour later, Lisa came out to get some water for Maggie. She told me that Maggie was still very upset but much calmer now and was happy for Lisa to stay with her. They had been talking and she didn’t think there was anything I could do. She thought that Will should go home. When Lisa went back in, I slept on the couch for the rest of the night until early the next morning when Will came out of the bedroom and I told him that he should go home without waiting for Lisa.
“I went to knock on the door, and Lisa came out. She told me that she and Maggie had talked a lot. Maggie wanted to go home. She didn’t want to spend any more time with me. Lisa collected up Maggie’s belongings and went back to the bedroom to help her pack. When they both came out, I had made coffee, but Maggie wanted to get to the station as soon as possible. She didn’t want me to go with her, so Lisa took her. Since that time, I’ve been trying to get Maggie to respond. I hoped that time would help, but you probably know better than me. It seems she doesn’t want to communicate with me anymore.”
There was a silence between as for a moment, and I know that Michael was looking for help from me. I was hoping to learn more from him. In my mind I was trying to reconcile what Maggie had previously told me about that night with the version Michael had told me. There were a few differences which could just be different perspectives. But it seemed that Will had fucked Maggie for longer than she had admitted and she had appeared to enjoy having two men at once. She had orgasmed and squirted with Will in a way that I believed she had never done before. It appeared to have been Michael who had told Will to withdraw before he came inside her; Maggie had claimed it was her.
While Michael was waiting for me to speak, I saw that he was looking at his phone which buzzed a couple of times. I said that I wanted to use the bathroom. I crossed the bar area and looked at the woman who had been with Michael earlier. She was on her phone and she looked up and exchanged a glance with Michael. I realised that they were messaging each other.
When I got back, I was feeling more pissed with Michael again. When he was talking, I was starting to believe and trust him. Seeing him sending messages to someone I didn’t know and thinking more on what he said I wondered why I should trust him more than I trusted Maggie.
Michael was typing a message into his phone when I got back. I didn’t wait for him to finish. “Is this a private conversation or can I join in.”
Michael looked up, surprised by my aggressive tone. “What do you mean?”
“The woman on her own on the other side of the bar. You and she seem to be having quite an exchange. I know you were with her earlier. I wondered where she fits into your story. New girlfriend? Or is she your sister?”
Michael sighed. “I’ll introduce her.” I looked across and saw she was watching. Michael signalled for her to come to us. She picked up her bag and drink and walked across. She had the poise of a model. She was tall and although dressed casually in jeans and a loose top, it looked just right on her.
I stood up as she approached. She smiled as she walked up to me. Michael spoke first. “Paul, this is my very good friend Lisa. Although she thought I shouldn’t interfere and contact you, when I asked her to come and support me tonight, she agreed. You see, I was so nervous about this meeting, I thought I might need a shoulder to cry on. Although it’s been much longer than I expected, maybe I still will.”
Lisa took my hand and as she shook it, she leaned toward me and kissed my cheek. I smelt a perfume I didn’t recognise. I felt the soft skin on her cheek. Her smile was radiant. “It’s really lovely to meet you, Paul.”
