Author's note: Though not necessary, the reader may want to review the prior stories in this 3-part series: "A Renewed Friendship" (written from the husband's perspective) and "A Surprising Rendezvous" (written from Nikki's perspective). This final & independent sequel is written from the wife's perspective. Enjoy!!
I turned off the car and sat quietly in the parking lot, staring with contempt at the beautiful lodge in front of me. Somewhere inside the walls of that luxurious establishment, my husband of 18 years was screwing my childhood friend behind my back. With my heart thumping, and lungs heaving, I pondered my next steps.
I had driven about 75 miles away from our home to catch him in the act of being unfaithful ...
but was that the whole truth??
With a deep sigh, I closed my eyes and revisited the sequence of events that had led me to that parking lot.
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A few months prior, while traveling out of state, my husband and I arranged to visit one of my childhood friends. Her name was Nikki, she was a single mom, she was very pretty, and she was deaf. Our friendship was only possible because of my own fluency in sign language, but that unique commonality also created a lifelong bond.
At first, our visit to her apartment was uneventful, but whenever I sat next to Nikki on the couch, she deliberately rested her hand on my thigh. Although I thought it was unusual, I surprisingly didn't mind it ... in fact, whenever she did that, a warm sensation rushed through my body.
I couldn't quite comprehend that feeling.
I had never been, nor ever thought about being, 'with' a woman. Other than one long-repressed childhood experience, I'd never even kissed a girl. If anything, I would've considered myself homophobic. But the third or fourth time that Nikki placed her soft hand on my bare thigh, something came over me, and -- spontaneously -- I kissed her. On the lips.
She kissed me back.
The intensity of our kiss felt like electricity coursing through my skin ... and it activated a hidden switch. When she carefully guided my hand to her breast, I didn't let go. She was braless under her shirt. I marveled at the firm feel of her ample chest. I had never held another woman's breast before.
Things started escalating. The next thing that happened was the removal of my shirt. I willingly let her fondle me over my bra as we continued making out.
Soon after, Nikki pulled off her tanktop ... and as she unashamedly sat topless, I found myself staring in awe at the near-perfect breasts of my friend.
Suddenly, I remembered that my husband was sitting on the couch on the opposite side of the room.
What am I doing?!? I'm a married woman!!
In panic, I turned to look at him, feeling both guilt and embarrassment ... but instead of finding anger or disgust on his face, I found him smiling in approval.
Actually, 'approval' was an understatement: he had boldly unzipped his pants, fished out his hard cock, and sat there casually stroking it.
Discovering that he was turned on by what he was watching filled me with a rush of unfamiliar hypersexuality. Confused, and yet incredibly aroused, I asked if he wanted me to continue venturing into uncharted territory.
He nodded yes.
One thing quickly led to another. Before long, Nikki and I wound up completely naked, standing in the middle of her living room, wrapped in a lover's embrace, with our warm bodies pressed firmly together.
She started fingering my pussy. Moaning like a virgin being touched for the very first time, I widened my stance to give her better access.
Her fingers felt amazing, but I eventually pleaded for the familiarity of my husband's cock. I climbed on top of him and immediately impaled myself on the satisfying thickness of his stiff dick. Moments later, I came. Violently.
Once I finished, Nikki made me dismount ... only so that she could suck my cum off my husband's still-quivering cock. After she kissed me with it several times, I laid down on the carpet to take a break ... but there would be no such thing.
Nikki's hands tenderly spread my thighs apart.
Omigosh, is she about to ...??
Despite feeling somewhat reluctant and vulnerable, curiosity overpowered those feelings, and I didn't resist. In fact, I gingerly used my hands to spread my lips apart ... and she buried her mouth into my innocent pussy.
For the first time in my life, a woman was eating me out.
The forbidden pleasure of that eroticism was so intense that I came -- almost immediately -- for the second time.
As the night progressed, things kept getting wilder and more diverse. I rotated between her, him, and both of them. Our sexual positions involved fingers, pussies, a cock, and all three things at the same time. There was 69, there was cum swapping, and at one point I even summoned up the courage to taste her pussy. The night eventually concluded with Nikki and I climbing into her bed and eating each other out again while my husband slept next to us.
It was all so crazy.
The following morning, I woke up in a naked human sandwich between my husband and my friend, with evidence of dried cum all over my aching body. I had departed a long, long way out of my sexual comfort zone ... and in the days afterward, I began to regret it.
While our threesome had been quite delicious at the time, I found that being back home with my husband mostly left a bitter aftertaste. Whenever he and I made love, I had flashbacks of watching him screw my friend, and resentment flared. Whenever his beard tickled my pussy lips, I longed for the smoothness of Nikki's skillful mouth. Caught in the tension between such feelings of anger and envy, our married sex life was slowly falling apart ... and the only way I could think to redeem it was to try to suppress my memories of our night with Nikki.
For the most part, that strategy worked -- until the day she unexpectedly messaged me. Confessing that she and my husband had made covert plans for a sexual reunion, Nikki wrote that the only reason she was taking the risk of exposing their secret was because she also wanted to reunite with me.
I wasn't sure what to think about that, because all I could think about was my husband's deception. My anger at him simmered hotter and hotter over the next several days, and his act of pretending to be confused about why I was giving him the silent treatment only deepened the level of my bitterness. At no point did he confess the plan for his secret rendezvous with my childhood friend.
However, when Nikki wrote to me a second time and pleaded again for me to come, I suddenly thought of a self-gratifying way to punish his unfaithfulness. Although somewhat nervous about the whole encounter, I replied to let her know that I would be there.
Nikki was delighted. Now that she knew that I was committed, she went on to describe a fantasy of what she'd love me to see me wear. Intrigued enough by her suggestion to make the necessary investment, I soon went shopping for a piece of lingerie that was far more risqué than anything I'd ever owned.
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And so, a few weeks later, there I sat in the parking lot -- heart thumping, lungs heaving -- summoning up the courage to go inside and confront my husband's affair. While that truly was a reason why I found myself there, my sense of anger at his deception was also swirled with feelings of forbidden lust.
Why else would I be wearing such sexy lingerie under my baggy clothes??
With a deep breath, I convinced myself to get out of the car.
Per Nikki's instructions, I went to the front desk to get the extra key that she had arranged for me to pick up.
"Hi, can I help you?" The deep voice of the young man behind the desk got my attention.
"Uhh, hi, yes, I'm supposed to be picking up a key a friend left for me? Under the name 'Nikki'?" I felt a bit awkward referencing our secret arrangement.
"Ah yes, she was expecting you."
