There’s something about fucking your wife’s ass for the first time that encourages you to be more gentlemanly. That is, assuming you want to do it again sometime. So when I noticed a hitch in Danielle’s stride, I made sure to scamper to the passenger door and open it for her.

“Are you OK?” I asked as I helped her into the passenger seat.

“Yes,” she winced. “Just a bit tender.”

She grabbed both sides of the seat before sitting down, holding her butt aloft before gently easing it into the cushion. I was extra careful to avoid bumps and divots in the gravelly parking lot as I steered the car towards the main road.

Once we were cruising again, I asked if she wanted to talk about what happened. Getting caught up in the excitement is one thing. Reconciling it afterwards is entirely different.

“Probably a good idea,” she said. Her pause insinuated that I should be the one to start.

“Well, let me just reiterate what I said back there. I’m not in any way disappointed or angry. I’m shocked as hell, don’t get me wrong, but I still love you terribly. If anything it only made you hotter in my eyes.”

“Sure. You’re just saying that because you want to fuck my ass again. For the record, you’re bigger than any of the cocks I remember taking back there.”

“I won’t deny that I want to do it again, but that’s not why I’m saying it. I’ve always thought you were incredible, for a thousand-and-one reasons. Now you’re telling me my dream girl is down with anal? I never would have asked, but now that the opportunity has presented itself…”

“I said I wanted to leave it at high school. You used that loophole to your advantage, and I don’t regret it, but this isn’t the kind of thing I consider working into our everyday lives.”

I shrugged. “Special occasions, then?”

Danielle looked over at the goofy face I was making, and immediately started laughing. “We’ll see,” she said.

After a few minutes of silence, she continued.

“So, what exactly did you hear about me?”

Well, this should get interesting.

“Why do you ask? Is it possible I didn’t hear the whole story? Is there more to know?”

Danielle seemed nervous.

“No, it’s not that. I just want the opportunity to fact-check anything. You know how high school boys trend towards hyperbole.”

“OK, fair. Well, I overheard everything from the bathroom stall - which, by the way, was why I took so long. Not because I couldn’t find the bathroom - and I heard a couple stories. The only name I picked out was Jeremy, and he told this story about a house party where you showed up unexpectedly and basically threw yourself at him. That was the night you earned the LV nickname.”

“Yeah, I can’t debate any of that,” she said.

“He said he kept your panties, and he apparently brought them with him tonight in the hopes of arousing you.”

“Oh my GOD!” she screamed as she threw her face in her hands. “Why would he ever think that would work? That’s so creepy!”

“Even the other guys in the bathroom called him out on it.”

“Ugh, gross,” she said as she squirmed in her seat. “What else did you hear?”

“Well, I don’t know any more names, but there was this one guy who said you blew him by some trees, and later he fucked your ass in one of the bathroom stalls. And there was another guy - he said he was in improv class with you - who claimed you would give him regular blow jobs in exchange for driving you home after school.”

“‘Regular’ is extreme. I might have given him a few…”

“But otherwise, true?” I asked.

“Otherwise true.”

I debated whether to mention the videos Regan had sent me, but decided to test her instead.

“Is there anything else I should know about?”

She was red in the face and her thighs were rubbing together sensuously. I couldn’t tell if it was from her throbbing asshole or, perhaps, from the excitement of discussing past sexual escapades.

“How much do you want to hear?”

“I don’t need a number, but if there are any other ways you experimented, I’m curious to know them. I think I’ve proven I won’t judge you regardless.”

“That’s true,” she said as she placed her hand on my inner thigh. “It took me a while to process it, but I’m so lucky to have an understanding husband. When we get home, I’m going to show my appreciation.”

“I like the sound of that!” I said as I hit the accelerator. 

…..

When we got home, Danielle said she needed to shower before her show of appreciation. I jumped into the guest bathroom and gave my dick a birdbath. While there wasn’t any residue on it, Danielle’s appreciation usually meant oral, and I wanted to make sure I was as clean as possible for her.

I stripped off my clothes and jumped into bed, pulling the sheets over my legs as I lay there in anticipation. I could hear the shower water still running, so I knew I had some time. Opening my phone, I pulled up the link Regan had sent earlier and continued watching it.

Picking up right where it had started to lag, I watched as Regan administered several slaps to Danielle’s ass in quick succession. Wanting to hear them, I turned the volume up to level 2 (out of 10), then jumped back 15 seconds. Danielle’s grunting, punctuated by Regan’s spanks, got me instantly hard. I maneuvered the phone in my hand so that my pointer finger was over the volume button, in case I needed to mute it quickly. My left hand started stroking my cock.

With the water on full blast and the volume on low, I couldn’t hear the dialogue very well, but it was clear Regan was talking down to her. In a way, I was glad I couldn’t hear. This would make watching it a second time have the same excitement as watching it the first time. My mind wandered to when I was supposed to be home alone again.

An inaudible command came from Regan, and Danielle fell forward on the couch. The dildo fell out of her asshole, but Regan held her in place by grabbing her left cheek and spreading it apart. Danielle’s gaping hole twitched in response, pleading for further stimulation.

Then, another direction, and Danielle spun around and turned onto her back. Her face was glazed with sweat and an orgasmic glow. I’d only brought her to this level of satisfaction a few times in our marriage, including the one time I went down on her until she squirted. It was clear that, despite Regan’s manhandling, Danielle was on cloud nine. 

Regan shifted her stance and then squatted over Danielle’s face. With her right leg bent and resting against the back of the couch and her left leg perched on the floor, she lowered her pussy towards Danielle’s eager mouth. I could see my wife’s tongue extend past her lips just before her face fell out of view entirely.

Regan’s strap-on rested between Danielle’s magnificent tits, which stood erect on her chest despite the position. God bless the teenage form. A muffled command from Regan caused Danielle to spread her legs. As Regan began to grind on Danielle’s face, her hand reached for Danielle’s pussy and started rubbing her clit.

Danielle’s body was writhing on the couch. Her torso was glistening, her breasts heaving on her chest as she gasped for what little air Regan’s smothering pussy would allow. Her hips swayed as her clit sought the attention of Regan's flicking fingertips. Her nipples protruded like marbles, sticking straight up towards the ceiling.

Regan noticed those nipples, too. She moved her hand from Danielle’s pussy to her breast, pinched her nipple and pulled it upward. Even at the low volume, I could hear Danielle scream in response. With her arms pinned at her side, there was nothing she could do to stop Regan’s onslaught. But from the way her hips continued to hump up off the couch, it didn’t seem like she wanted to stop it. She was still offering her pussy to Regan’s sadistic mind.

I was so enrapt with the video that I missed Danielle turning off the shower. It was only once the bathroom door opened that I realized she was on her way to bed. I laid the phone as nonchalantly as possible on my chest, muting it as I did.

“Oh,” Danielle said as she appeared in the doorway. She was completely nude, her hair slicked back, with her fore-fingertip lodged teasingly between her teeth. She was pointing to the tentpole effect my erection was having on the sheets. “Is that for me?”

“All yours, baby,” I said as I moved to make space for her.

But Danielle had something different planned tonight. She lifted the sheet from the foot of the bed, and crawled under it. I felt her breasts against my legs as she worked her way up to my cock. It was tantalizing. She gave my prick a tender kiss on the underside of the shaft, followed by a playful lick.

“Baby, did you wash up for me?”

“It was the least I could do, baby. Wanted to make sure you could properly thank me.”

She giggled as she took the head into her mouth. The upper half was completely covered by the sheet. I could only see the motion of her head bobbing up and down like a cheap ghost costume. But her ass stood proud, pointing straight into the air, beyond the sheet, indicating that she was propped up on her knees.

She was giving me her best effort, alternating between hard sucking and tender licking, resulting in a substantial amount of lubricating saliva. She used that to jerk me off when she needed a breath. All the while, she kept her head under the sheet, almost as if she didn’t want me to see her fucking my cock with her mouth in this fashion.

“That feels so good, baby. Are you going to suck me to completion?”

“Mmm hmmmph,” she mumbled with my cock on her tongue.

“Do you want me to warn you when I’m about to finish?”

Here she removed her mouth entirely to clearly express herself. “What kind of ‘thank you’ would that be?”

I groaned in response, sliding my body lower and thrusting up into her gaping mouth. She giggled again, knowing she had me wrapped around her finger.

As I slid my arm across the sheet, I felt my phone, and my attention was immediately pulled back to the video I had been watching. I decided to take a risk and turn it back on. Danielle seemed intent on finishing my off from beneath the sheet, so I should be able to watch it without her knowing. If she poked her head out, I could be in serious trouble…what kind of husband needs additional stimulation when your wife is giving an A+ blow job? But I knew that if I turned the phone down every time she removed her lips from my cock, I could be quick enough to avoid being caught.

When I pressed play, I was left off with Regan torturing Danielle’s left nipple. She quickly moved onto the right, twisting and pulling the nubbin as she ground her hips down onto my wife’s face. 

Then, Regan manipulated the strap-on, popping the rubber shaft out of the harness. Seemingly in compliance with a verbal order - unheard by me owing to the phone being on mute - Danielle curled her legs up towards Regan. At that point, Regan placed the phone on the side of the couch, face down, obscuring the action. About 15 seconds later, she picked up the camera again and resumed her POV vantage point. 

Danielle’s feet were now hooked into Regan’s armpits, curling her up into a ball, and the dildo had been wedged back into her asshole. My dick twitched in excitement, causing Danielle to take a deep breath.

“You close, baby?” she asked, knowing the answer already.

“So close, baby,” I answered, turning the phone against the mattress in case she emerged from the sheet.

She didn’t. She swallowed me up with an eagerness she’d never shown before. I turned the phone back to face me, and found Danielle once again stretched out on the couch with Regan riding her face. Regan had tilted the camera inward, so I could see her free hand pressed against Danielle’s ribcage. This was the support she needed to ride her face like a bucking bronco.

The camera panned up the length of Danielle’s body, showing what appeared to be her hips pushing against the arm of the couch, which wedged the dildo deeper in her ass. I have to tell you: having your wife give you an enthusiastic blow job as you watch her teenage self slide a dildo up her ass while a dominant dyke humps her face is a surreal experience. And one that had my cock as hard as it had ever been.

I was close, and I didn’t want to lose momentum as the video neared its conclusion. Whatever happened in the video, I wanted to cum as it reached its climax. So, I did something I’ve never done with Danielle before. I held her head down on my cock, preventing her from backing away. I was worried she’d protest, but instead, she giggled, her tongue flicking faster against the base of my cock. 

In a flash, Regan erupted, a torrent of squirt spewed from her pussy, splattering Danielle’s face and chest. 

“Jesus Christ,” I blasphemed, taken surprise by the sight of my wife’s tits getting blasted with Regan’s juices. 

Danielle gagged on my cock as I inadvertently pushed harder on the back of her head. I let up a little bit, just to give her some room to receive my cum. In the next instant, I flooded her warm mouth. As I had cum about two hours prior, this load was a bit thinner, and Danielle gulped it down with a zeal she didn’t usually exhibit. 

I paused the video, making a note that there was still a minute remaining on it. I’d have to save it for a later time. As I set my phone down on the mattress, I eased up on Danielle’s head. She followed my hand up until my deflating cock fell free from her lips. She then crawled up my body, laying her head on my shoulder. Her left leg draped over mine, allowing me to feel her wetness on my thigh.

“That was…quite the ‘thank you,’” I said.

She laughed, nuzzling her face into my chest.

“I’m lucky to have a husband like you. I just wanted you to know that I know that.”

We cuddled like this for a few minutes, enjoying each other’s company in contented silence. All the while, I envisioned my wife getting railed by Regan. The smarter version of me would have kept my mouth shut, but I had to know more. 

“Baby,” I said, “Is there anything else you’d like me to know about your time in high school?”

Her head shifted against my chest. “Baby…why do you ask?”

“I was just thinking…that was a pretty big secret you told me tonight. And anal isn’t the only sexual thing you could do to preserve your virginity. I was just curious if you ever tried anything else.”

I felt her body tense. “I’m not sure you want to hear the rest.”

I chuckled. “Well, that’s one way of saying ‘yes.’”

“I’m just saying, some things might be better left in the past.”

“Baby, two things. First of all, I can’t imagine what would be more scandalous than being the anal queen of high school. And second, I think I’ve shown that no matter what you tell me, I’ll always love and support you.”

“I know that, baby. You made that perfectly clear tonight. I just think some things are better left in the past.”

“Oh, come on now. You can’t say that and then expect me not to wonder what it could be. Wouldn’t it be better to just tell me? I promise I can take it.”

“I feel like you already know something and you’re just waiting for me to confirm it.”

“Well, you’re sort of half right. I have an assumption. I don’t think you caught it, but as we were scurrying out of the classroom tonight, Regan slipped me her business card and suggested that next time we could share you. And something about the way she hovered around you tonight…I just thought it was odd at the time, but now I’m wondering if maybe there’s something more there.”

“Oh my god,” Danielle squirmed but remained glued to my side. “I can’t believe she did that.”

I waited silently for her to go on. After a few seconds, she exhaled deeply.

“Promise you won’t get mad?”

“Of course, my love.”

“OK. Regan and I hooked up a few times senior year. At first, she was sweet, suggesting that girl-on-girl was another loophole to maintaining virginity. The first time she went down on me was incredible.”

I felt my cock start to stiffen yet again.

“But starting with the second time we got together, she became more dominant. She had this way of manipulating my psyche. I knew what I was doing was “bad”—if you will—specifically that my father would have hated it. But I was able to push that aside and revel in my rare act of rebellion. But Regan implied that I should be punished, and that it was safer for me to let her punish me than for my dad to find out.”

Danielle noticed my dick stirring beneath the sheets.

“I see this is having a positive effect on you.”

“You continue to surprise me. What did she do to you?”

“Well, like I said, she was tender the first time. She went down on me and I experienced an incredible orgasm. But the second time, I went down on her and she wasn’t gentle about it. It was like she was fucking my face with her pussy. The next time, she introduced me to a strap-on, which she used on my ass, taunting me about how I deserved it. Deep down, I believed her, and that somehow made the orgasm all the more powerful. It was like she was validating my anal loophole while punishing me for it at the same time. After that, I was submissive to her through the end of the year.”

“Fuck! I hope you don’t mind my saying, but that’s incredibly hot to picture.”

“I can tell you like it.”

“Was she the only girl you hooked up with?”

“Yes, I swear.”

“You don’t have to swear. I believe you. Did you ever hook up with her and another guy at the same time?”

“That…did happen…sort of.”

I looked down at her with a raised eyebrow. “Go on…”

“There… there may have been this one small party where she fucked me with the strap-on in front of a crowd. We were in someone’s basement, and there were maybe five or six guys watching us. She really played it up for them, and the guys all started stroking themselves watching her dominate me. When she finished with me, she asked how I was going to help the boys with their erections. I was too sore from her dildo in my ass, so I said all the guys could finish on me. They formed a semicircle around me and took turns coating my face and breasts. That was, by far, my craziest high school experience.”

“Holy shit!” My cock was once again rock hard and ready for action. “You’re lucky I don’t have any more cum to shoot, babe, or I’d take you again right now.”

“Maybe I’m lucky for exactly that reason, baby. It will take longer for you to finish.”

She reached over to her side table and removed a bottle of lube from the drawer. She started jerking me off with her left hand, moaning as she felt my protruding veins rub against her palm.

“You like thinking about your wife behaving like a slut in high school? She teased.

“Fuck, yes, baby. I never thought I would, but it’s the sexiest thing I can imagine now.”

Danielle straddled me, steering my dick between her legs. She kept her hips high, letting the tip of my cock glide between her pussy lips, and then surprised me by pushing further back. 

“I need this cock in my ass again, baby,” she said as she slowly lowered herself down on it. 

My eyes rolled to the back of my head. Just two hours ago, I thought it might be another five years before I could apply the loophole clause. Now, my wife was demanding it of me.

She sank about halfway down my cock before she started humping me slowly.

“I’ll go easy on you since you’ve already cum twice tonight.”

“Thank you, baby. I’m a bit sore.”

She scoffed. “You’re sore!”

“OK, OK,” I said. “So how did that night finish? Were any of the guys who observed you and Regan at the reunion tonight?”

“God no,” Danielle gasped as she sunk a bit lower. “I never would have allowed that. It was a party in Regan’s neighborhood. I didn’t know anyone there.”

“So you just let a bunch of strangers bukake you because your lesbian dominatrix demanded it?”

Danielle pushed her ass lower on my cock. She only moaned in affirmation

“Knowing guys, I bet they took some pictures, right? Or a video? Does some random dude have pictures of my wife covered in jizz?”

Danielle nodded. “I think so, baby.”

“And what did you do after they finished? Did you have a chance to shower, or did you walk home covered in their cum?”

“That wasn’t the end of the show,” Danielle mewed. Her eyes were closed, as if she was reliving it in her mind as she relayed it to me. “Regan had used me until she came, and all the guys finished on me. But I still hadn’t cum. When they were done, I collapsed. With my back against the front of the couch, I spread my legs and started playing with my clit. I remember wiping some of the cum out of my eyes and inadvertently rubbing it into my pussy. I felt so naughty!”

Here, she pantomimed the action, wiping her closed eyelids before rubbing her clit. Again, my cock reached a level of rigidity never before achieved. 

“I could taste them on my tongue. I could smell them in my nostrils. I could feel the stickiness of their jizz drying on my nipples and crusting in my hair. I could feel the welts from where Regan had spanked me, and my asshole was still throbbing from her strap-on. I swallowed up all of that shame and converted it to a powerful orgasm. My eyes were closed, for all of it, but I’m willing to bet at least a couple of the guys got some pics or videos.”

I groaned, wanting badly to cum but feeling completely drained. Danielle started to hump her ass on my cock more urgently. She had once again worked herself into a sweat, her nipples hard as pebbles on top of her breasts. When she lay down onto my chest, I could feel them thrumming against my ribcage. Her mouth found mine and her tongue invaded me. She was like an animal.

She rode me like this for a few more seconds before squealing into my mouth. I felt her breath against the insides of my cheeks, her tongue dancing with mine, our temples pressed firmly against each other as her orgasm rolled through her. As he ass clamped down on my cock, it drained what little remained from my balls, but I was more than satisfied with the evening. Even as she gingerly dismounted me and my sore member breathed fresh air again, I knew I’d awoken a long-dormant part of my wife’s sexual past, and I was excited to explore it further.

She fell on the mattress next to me, both of us on our backs, catching our breath as we stared at the ceiling. 

“I want to talk about this more,” I said, grabbing her hand and entwining our fingers.

“Not tonight, baby. I can’t possibly…”

“No, agreed. Not tonight.”

…..

Most guys experience drowsiness after shooting their load. Well, try three in one night, including your first two times in your wife’s ass, sandwiched around her swallowing a batch for good measure. When Danielle rolled off me, I conked out as if I’d been sparring with prime Mike Tyson.

But memories and motifs of the last few hours permeated my sleep. The first-hand view of my dick sliding in and out of Danielle’s ass on the desk of her high school teacher. The thought of Jeremy fucking her ass for the first time, in his bedroom with a crowd of high schoolers downstairs. The image of Regan using her strap-on like an expert cocksman, and squirting all over my wife’s face. The notion that I still had one minute of viewing on that video, plus another of unknown length.

These thoughts rattled around my brain until they finally roused me just after 5 am. I’d only been asleep for a few hours, and Danielle was still dead to the world beneath the comforter. I knew I wouldn’t be able to fall back to sleep, so I tiptoed out of the room with my phone and made my way to the kitchen. It was far enough away that running the espresso machine shouldn’t awaken Danielle. A quarter teaspoon of sugar and a zest of orange later, I brought my caffeine out to the balcony.

Given that it added about 30% to the value of our condo, I didn’t use the balcony as often as I should. It was always either too hot, too cold, too dark, too busy, or in competition with a televised sporting event. But if there was ever an opportunity to enjoy a balcony, it was this one. Modern skyscrapers towered overhead, dwarfing centuries-old brick and stone structures at street level. With the sun’s first rays coruscating against the city’s glass monoliths, and my bleary eyes still blinking themselves to life, the architecture seemed to soften, and I gazed contentedly upon it as if through reading glasses. 

I closed my eyes and felt the sun’s warmth. The squawk of birds overhead surprised me, as they’re usually drowned out by the sounds of gridlock below. But not at 5:30 am. I closed my eyes and savored the serenity, knowing full and well that as soon as I opened my phone, it would all come crumbling down.  

With a quick peek through the sliding glass door to make sure Danielle wasn’t coming, I took a sip of my espresso and opened my phone. The video was still on my screen, just as I’d left it the night before. I took a preparatory breath and clicked play.

The scene resumed with Regan dismounting Danielle’s face, revealing a visage glimmering with sweat and Regan’s juices. Her cheeks were flushed, and her chest heaved into the air to restore her lungs. She displayed a mix of pleasure and shame, but she wasn’t too shameful to cup her breast with one hand while she rubbed her clit with the other. 

“That’s it, Danielle. Finish yourself off.”

“Unless you want some help, Danielle,” a male voice said offscreen. This was met with a chorus of hoots as the camera panned to show a bunch of guys - none of whom looked familiar from the night before - cheered at the suggestion. My cock twitched at the realization that this was the scene Danielle described as she rode me right before we both passed out.

“Tell you what,” Regan said. “You don’t get to touch her, but you can finish on her while she finishes herself. On your knees, Danielle.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Danielle slunk to the floor and knelt in front of six guys, each of whom had their cock out and were stroking furiously.

Here, the video cut off.

“What the fuck,” I said out loud, disrupting the sanctity of this otherwise peaceful morning. 

I clicked back to my email and opened the next link. Unlike the cinder block bathroom that blocked the wifi on the previous video, this one opened and started playing right away. I was both relieved and disappointed to see that it was only five minutes long.

Those five minutes played out exactly as Danielle described last night. I watched, mesmerized, as my seemingly innocent wife knelt in front of random dude after random dude as they deposited their loads on her face. The first three had done a sufficient job of glazing her, with their sticky latticework painting her cheeks, nose, eyelids and lips. After those first three, Regan appeared and tucked Danielle’s hair behind her ears, making sure that she was fully available to these rowdy jocks.

“Prop up your tits, too, slut. Give them a proper target.”

With her eyes closed, Danielle removed her hand from her clit and cupped her breasts, presenting them for jizz collection. 

“Eyes open,” Regan commanded.

Danielle did her best to pry her eyelids free of the masculine glue that clung to them.

The next guy took his place in front of her and my sweet wife knelt there, offering her tits, open mouth and innocent eyes for him to choose from. He called her derogatory words: slut, bitch, whore. He ordered her to take his cum, which she did.

I winced in unison with Danielle as the first shot hit her directly in the right eye. She recoiled, but only for a moment, as she obediently continued to present herself. He finished on her nose and chin, where his cum slid off an earlier layer and landed on her breasts.

The last two guys emerged from either side and plastered both sides of her face. Cum shot into the sides of her mouth, dribbled onto her nostrils, and caked on her forehead at her hairline. She was so covered, that I would have had plausible deniability that it was even my wife, if I hadn’t seen her earlier in the scene. 

The men cheered, drowning out the direction that Regan was offering, but I didn’t need to hear it. Danielle told me how this scene ended, and she once again proved trustworthy. She wiped the cum from her eyes, leaned against the front of the couch, spread her legs, and frigged her clit with sticky fingers until she came in front of everyone.

The video ended, and I set the phone on the table. My espresso had cooled by now, so I downed the rest of it in one gulp. I stood and leaned on the railing, looking down into the city street. It was already busier than it was just a few minutes ago. I thought about those thousands of people, chugging through life this morning exactly the way it was the day before. How many people ever experience a revelation as extraordinary as this?

How many people learn that their spouse - a confirmed virgin at the time of their marriage - was also, somehow, a sex fiend in high school? They say that sometimes the opposite of a profound truth is a different profound truth. And so it seems that Danielle, paradoxically, was both virginally innocent and the most sexually experimental teenager you could know.

Before I could pontificate further, the sliding door opened and Danielle joined me on the balcony in her robe.

“Hey babe. What are you doing out here?”

I extended my right arm to her, an invitation for her to snuggle into me. The first time I knew I loved her, it was in this position. Her height was just right that her shoulder could nestle into my armpit, her head on my shoulder, and my head on her head. We just fit. No matter where we were, when we stood like this, it felt like home. This morning was no exception.

“I woke up early and wanted to let you rest. I so rarely take advantage of this view, I thought I would try to enjoy the sunrise.”

“So you’re not mad?”

I scoffed. “Mad? Why would I be mad?”

“I was worried that after your—as you men call it—“post-nut clarity,” you might have rethought about what you learned about me last night.”

I laughed, attempting to calm her nerves. “Babe, no, I’m not mad. I meant what I said last night. If anything, I’m oddly more proud of you. Especially since, you know, you said we would have to reserve anal for the next high school reunion, but it seems you’ve already changed your mind about that.”

She lightly punched me in the chest. 

“That was really intense last night. I can’t believe you made me swallow your cum.”

“I don’t know what came over me,” I said, knowing exactly what came over me. “You didn’t seem to mind.”

“Yeah, I was feeling particularly naughty last night. Something about feeling like I owe you, I guess.”

“I picked up on that, too, I think. I was just following your lead.”

She kissed me on the cheek, a stark contrast to her actions the night before. “Make me an espresso?”

“I was just about to offer.”

In the kitchen, Danielle leaned against the counter while I worked my magic with the espresso machine. As I peeled the orange zest, I kept the conversation going.

“So, my love. What do you think about what Regan proposed last night?”

A pensive look came across Danielle’s face, trying to remember the proposal. “Proposal?”

I was hoping not to have to spell it out, in fear of sounding like a sleazeball. 

“You remember…when I mentioned it last night, it seemed to turn you on. That she gave me her business card and asked if she could join in next time.”

Danielle guffawed. “Oh, just some casual coffee talk?”

I admired the way she could always keep things light.

“It’s hot off the presses. Just discussing the news.”

“I’m sure you have your own thoughts on the matter, seeing as you're personally invested. Care to start?”

“Well, I mean,” mocking a sheepish tone, “With my every action and intention I aim to make you happy. If it were something you were interested in, I would support it.”

“Oh, how altruistic!” she exclaimed, portraying the quintessential damsel in distress. 

I handed her a saucer along with a perfectly crafted espresso, but as she reached for it, I pulled it back.

“No more prevaricating, my love.”

I once again offered the espresso, which she accepted. 

“OK, I won’t lie. I was excited by the idea last night, and I’m not necessarily opposed to it now. But I have two concerns. One is that it will open a whole can of worms…that we’ll go from our perfectly happy and fulfilling sex life, through anal, into threesomes, and who the hell knows from there.”

“I don’t understand the concern there,” I answered, only half kidding.

“I’m sure the prospect sounds exciting, but I’m not sure we’re considering all angles here.”

“And what’s your second concern?”

“In the short term, I’m not sure you understand what Regan meant last night.”

“Oh?” I said, assuming her implications were obvious.

“When Regan says she wants to join in, I highly doubt she’s suggesting a threeway.”

“Well, what would she be joining in, if not us as a couple, making us a threeway?”

“Regan was very much not into guys back in high school, and based on our catching up yesterday, I’m sure that still holds. When Regan says she wants to join in, she means she wants to take turns. With me. First you, then her, or the other way around. Whatever fantasy you have about two women sucking your cock at the same time, or fucking me while I go down on her…that’s not how Regan will want to play. But she won’t mind an audience. So by ‘join in,’ I mean she will want me to herself while you watch. Is that something you’d be interested in?”

It was hard to keep a straight face. Would I be interested in watching my wife with another woman? Sure, being with two women at once sounds fun, but this is a decent consolation prize. 

“You have a terrible poker face,” she said, not needing a verbal reply.

“So are you saying I should reach out to Regan?” I asked, too hopefully.

“No,” Danielle answered. “I’ll do it. Where’d you put her card?”