"In bed," Linda had just told me.
My wife and her best friend, Michele, had been spending time together beneath these same covers, and it was here that they had hatched their delicious plan to drive their husbands just this side of insane.
My heart skipped more than a single beat at these two simple words, my imagination shifting into overdrive to produce the visuals. I knew that she and Michele were close, as I was close with Alan; as neighbors, they were wonderful friends, but never in my wildest dreams had I considered this. Now, having spent an intimate night with them, the possibilities were limitless.
"When?" I finally managed. "How... what...?"
I was stammering like a fool, and Linda dissolved into laughter, aware now that their plan had reeled in two men like hungry bass in the spring.
She cuddled into me, pressing my palm against her rapidly beating heart, and she unrolled the story in full, glorious detail.
She and Michele had been going to the gym since Alan and I had taken up Saturday-morning golf. And together they had been doing considerably more than aerobics, as I was about to learn.
"It began very innocently," Linda began, her audience of one totally attentive. "Michele and I got back from the gym about six weeks ago. You know that new fitness instructor I've told you about? Well, she just about killed us.
"We were exhausted when we got home, and I had Michele in for coffee. I started rubbing her neck and her shoulders, you know, a gentle massage. I felt an electricity inside me, Brian. And I think she felt it, too."
She lifted my hand from her breast and kissed my palm, then placed it back on her soft flesh, rising and falling with her breath.
"That's all I thought about for a week, baby. About how she felt at my fingertips. I thought for sure you'd see it in me."
I shook my head. Too dense, as usual.
"The same thing happened the next week, only this time Michele repaid the favor. I lay on the bed, topless, face down, and she worked on my back for what seemed like forever. Her scent was intoxicating. Soft, womanly... her body, and mine, stirred by exercise and, well, arousal."
Just the word shot through me like a lightning bolt.
"I felt her hands at my sides, Brian. Her pinkies barely brushing the sides of my breasts. I knew it, and she knew it. I thought I was going to have an orgasm then and there, I swear to you.
"But that was all. As Michele was leaving, we kissed goodbye on both cheeks, as we always do. She looked at me and said, 'Next week?' I didn't think I'd survive a week."
I interrupted Linda by kissing her on the lips, softly, lovingly. Her story was driving me mad with desire for her, and the picture of last night, of my wife and Michele dancing, laughing, kissing and stroking, was coming into clearer focus. I moved my face down between her breasts and licked her delicately, feeling the heat radiating, then put my head gently on her bosom and heard her heart pounding nearly out of her chest.
"Continue," I said, my heart keeping pace with hers.
"We worked out as usual and came back for a juice. But I sensed something different in her, and in me. As I stood at the sink, washing a couple of glasses, I felt Michele's hands on my bum. I froze, then I turned to face her. I'm sure I was about to say something, but it's kind of hard to speak when you have another woman's tongue in your mouth."
