Glenda opened the door carefully. She unlocked it and walked in, her shoes wobbling between her fingers, her bare feet treading on the tips of her toes.
The darkness, she didn't turn it off, she walked towards the bedroom and that's when the light came on. Light from a lamp at the back of the living room. Glenda shivered and turned around, but didn't scream. The look of astonishment was mixed with an air of tiredness.
"Carl! I thought you were asleep."
"Where were you? Do you know what time it is?"
"I told you I'd be late, the girls brought me home."
"Girls, I know? I wonder who those girls are?"
"You know who they are, don't play dumb!"
"And what is every cuckold? A loser, a sucker, or what?"
"Here you go with that again. I don't know why you're so jealous, I've never given you any reason to be, it's always been the other way around."
"Liar! Come here, let me see you."
"To see what, man? It's late, Carl."
"Come back here, Glenda! I want to see."
"Oh my God! I'm sleepy, I'm tired! Haven't you noticed?"
She walks towards the armchair where her husband, in his pajamas, is waiting for her. The thirty-something blonde stops in front of him. Carl reaches out and strokes his wife's thigh.
"You see, there's nothing! Nothing happened."
"And there's nothing at all, where are your panties, Glenda?"
His hand goes inside her dress, caressing her groin and then her vagina. The fingers sink in, opening the flesh, the intimate lips of the green-eyed woman.
"I took it off, it was bothering me."
"Excuse, always an excuse. Just like last time. You always arrive with nothing when you meet him."
"Who, Carl? You're still suspicious of Toni. He's not even in town if that's what you mean."
"And who was it this time? Who did you take your panties off for anyway?"
"You don't trust me? Do you think I deserve to be treated like this, just for you?"
"Then show me. Open up, I want to see."
"You disappoint me, you know that? I didn't expect that from you."
"Then tell me, I know you fucked. It's written in your eyes, Glenda. I know when you're lying. Who was it with?"
Glenda bites her lip and flashes a shy smile, like a girl keeping a secret.
"I know you'll understand, love. It was no big deal."
"Talk, Glenda! Don't try to trick me."
"The waiter."
"Who?"
"I know you'll understand, love. It was no big deal."
"Which was no big deal?"
"It was a bet the girls made. Whoever lost the bet would have sex with the waiter on the bar table. In front of the others. And I lost."
"Did you do it in front of them, with them watching?"
"Not just looking, they took part too."
"I can't believe it! Have you gone mad? You had sex with a stranger in a bar?"
"You know how people lose their common sense when they get drunk. It was Selma's idea, there was a pool table, and whoever lost would have to make love to the waiter."
"And You made a point of losing?"
"Of course not, Carl!"
"But you're a great player."
"I wasn't lucky, I shouldn't have taken the bet."
"I know, you've only just realized that, haven't you?"
"Of course not! I tried to refuse, but they wouldn't let me."
"And there was no one else in the bar? No other customers or employees? How is that possible?"
"It was over two o'clock in the morning. We were the only ones there. When he came to ask us to leave, Selma told him about our bet. You had to see Denis' face."
"Denis?"
"The waiter, Carl. From the look of him, we weren't the first to make proposals like that. Denis is much more than nice, no wonder we were charmed by him."
"Just charmed? Did you like him?"
"Very attractive, what a body!"
"What's he like?"
"Oh! The guy is perfect, tall, and strong, with eyes as black as his hair. Nice, you'd like him."
"The man who fucked my wife on a bar table?"
"It was a bet, Carl, it wasn't out of love."
"It was by chance, wasn't it?"
Glenda didn't answer, she just stared at the floor.
"And how did it happen?"
"He laid me on the table and the three girls took my clothes off. I was only wearing panties and he started kissing my thighs. The girls were clapping, shouting, and drinking, and the guy started biting my panties. I tried to stop him, but the three of them held my hands and wouldn't let me react."
"They let him do whatever he wanted to you, is that it?"
Glenda shrugs her shoulders in agreement.
"And what did he do to you?"
"Do you want to know the details, love? Everything?"
"Tell everything, Glenda!"
"Of course, the guy went crazy about me, he said I was wonderful. He licked me, kissed me, pulled my panties aside, and started using his tongue on my vagina. I thought I could resist the temptation, but Rachel took me by surprise with a tongue kiss."
"Your friend decided to join in the bacchanal!"