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Bed Talks

By: gggrena



I was driving in silence. There was something disturbing me since earlier that evening, a minor discomfort, a doubt that wouldn't go away. Sarah, my wife, sat next to me without saying a word. I subtly looked at her, the third or fourth time since we had gotten into the car. She seemed distracted in thought, looking outside to the dark void. A faint smile seemed to be on her lips as if she was recalling some pleasant memory. I wondered why she was so quiet and if it had the same cause as my discomfort.

We were heading home after spending the last few hours at a dinner party with some of my wife's former college colleagues. We had been in one of those boring reunions where everyone tries to pretend to be something that they are not. I would have preferred to spend that evening somewhere else, but Sarah forced me to be present because she wanted to show me off. To make it even more painful, I knew almost no one and those I knew were far from being the most interesting people. However, this wasn't the reason for my present discomfort as I drove in silence.

It had begun earlier in the evening. I was having the feeling that one stranger was constantly searching for Sarah's company. He and Sarah seemed to be always talking with each other, far from the presence of other people. At the beginning, I didn't give it much heed. Still, they were giving a lot of attention to each other. So, after a while, I felt compelled to observe them. They seemed friendly, very friendly. In fact, there was some kind of complicity between my wife and this stranger. Who was this guy? Lacking anything better to do and driven by some curiosity, I observed them for a while from afar. I couldn't hear what the stranger was saying to my wife, but she seemed very entertained by his comments and smiled a lot. Was he hitting on her? Didn't he know that she was married? I'm pretty sure he knew that Sarah was accompanied since we were introduced to each other earlier in the evening, although I didn't remember anymore who he is. They weren't doing anything wrong, but that scene was starting to bother me. I decided to meddle in their conversation, so I walked towards them. My presence would be enough to disrupt their complicity, for sure. I wanted to know who that stranger was and what they were saying to each other. However, before I could get near them, the stranger caught a glimpse of me approaching and left. The man was subtle but didn't fool me. It was obvious to me that he was leaving because of my impending presence. His reaction to my pending intrusion only reinforced my previous suspicions about his intentions.

"Who is that guy?" I casually asked Sarah as I tenderly embraced her.

"I introduced him to you earlier. His name is David," she answered.

I wanted to probe more about him, but didn't want Sarah to notice my discomfort, "Were you two friends back in the day?"

"David and I?" she said as if the subject of my enquiry had evaporated in her mind. "He was Allyson's boyfriend back in the day, so we used to hang out."

Allyson was one of the few people there that I already knew. Back then, Sarah and Allyson were best friends. They never lost touch with each other and Allyson was still part of our social life, despite my poor opinion of her.

"Why do you ask?" added Sarah after a few seconds of silence.

"Just curious," I replied.

I trust Sarah. I know that she would never betray my confidence and, no matter that guy's intentions, I knew that he had no chance with her. Sarah could handle him perfectly; I didn't have to worry. For the rest of the evening I kept an eye on her, not for fear of what she could do, but only making sure that David wouldn't cross any boundary. Anyway, whatever his intentions were before, I didn't notice anything strange for the rest of the evening.

Then why was this incident still disturbing me in the car? I couldn't stop thinking about their apparent closeness and Sarah's silence wasn't helping. Was she thinking about him?

I had to say something, "You never mentioned David before... You seemed close friends."

Sarah woke up from her slumber and replied, "I'm sure I mentioned him before. You just don't remember it."

Again we were deadlocked in silence. I wanted to keep asking about David. I wanted to know how close they had been in the past and if he was hitting on my wife earlier.

"Why so much interest in David? You haven't asked about anyone else..." Sara said, reviving the subject.

"Just curious..."I waited a few more seconds, not wanting to show any anxiety but also not willing to drop the subject, and insisted, "You seemed close, that's all."

Again, there was a pause. I looked at Sarah's face and her expression was open wide in a big smile.

"Are you jealous?" she asked me amused.

"No," I replied, probably too swiftly.

"Yes you are," she insisted. "You do know that there is no reason for you to be jealous, right? I love you."

"I'm not jealous," I tried to insist.

"Besides, David lives hundreds of miles away and there is a strong chance that we will never meet again in years."

"I know. I trust you."

Sarah didn't need to explain herself, I believed her. No matter what David's intentions were, I didn't need to worry. I knew that for sure. Still, I couldn't stop thinking about the subject. It was stronger than me. The more I thought about it, the more convinced I was becoming that David was hitting on her.

"Was he hitting on you?" I asked as casually as anyone could in those circumstances.

Sarah didn't answer right away and I immediately knew I wouldn't like the response.

"Yes, I believe he was hitting on me," she replied.

Somehow, part of me wasn't expecting her to admit it.

"Were you enjoying his attentions?" I bluntly insisted.

Again, Sarah made a small pause before answering. She seemed to be pondering about my question. Then she replied, "Yes, I was flattered. But you can relax because I didn't encourage him and told him I was married now."

She didn't exactly reject his attention either, but I kept this thought to myself. I knew I could trust her and any harsh comment would be unfair for her. Also, to be just, if our roles were reversed I guess I would have done the same as she.

Now that I had confirmation of my suspicions, I could enjoy peace of mind... a short-lived moment of peace. Sarah had told him that she "was married now". The way she pronounced the word "now" got me thinking. Could that mean that he wasn't allowed to hit on her... as he used to before? Then I recalled their apparent complicity. The more I thought about it, the more convinced I was that they had a history together. Sarah claimed that David had been Allyson's boyfriend, but what if...

I couldn't leave the issue behind me, "Has anything happened between you and David in the past?"

"I thought you didn't want to know," she replied.

There was no surprise in her voice. It was as if she was expecting this question from me. Moreover, she didn't answer it. Everything pointed in the direction of my suspicions. Still, her response had a point.

We had a pact, made when our relationship was still young. We had agreed that we shouldn't talk or ask about our past sex lives. What had happened between each one of us and other people, before we knew each other, didn't matter. So far, our deal had never been broken, but this time I needed to know.

"This is different..." I argued.

"Why?"

"Because..."

Actually, I didn't know why. I always knew that I hadn't been her first lover. Knowing this in theory was easy, but meeting a former paramour of hers in person was a very different story, especially when he had just tried to rekindle their past flame.

Sarah didn't answer outright. I parked the car in front of our house, stopped the engine and looked at her. Only then she spoke again, "Do you really want to know?"

Her eyes were set on me and her voice was solemn. Sarah was so serious that I immediately lost any will I had had to see my question answered. Maybe it was better to keep our pact intact and not open that Pandora's Box. What good could come out of it? We were talking about a time long before we met each other. So why should it matter?

I smiled to her and caringly said, "Never mind. Forget that I asked it."

Then we tenderly kissed and started toward our home. However, we weren't three steps away from the car when I realized that I was already regretting my decision. I really wanted to know the truth.

I postponed any insistence until we were in bed. As much as I tried to find a subterfuge to revive the earlier subject, there was no easy way. I had to ask it straightforwardly.

"I changed my mind," I said hoping she would understand what I meant.

"What?"

Her tone annoyed me for a moment. How could she pretend that the subject had slipped out of her mind?

"I want to know," I firmly said.

We were lying on the bed in the dark. Sarah didn't answer right away. What was she waiting? Was she thinking about her answer? Everything was silent around us.

After a few seconds that felt like an eternity, she finally said, "Yes."

The answer was short and dry. Yes, something had happened between her and David.

Although my question had been completely answered, it felt quite unsatisfactory. Something had happened between David and my wife, but I needed to know what exactly. I didn't want Sarah to feel like I was questioning her faithfulness or probing her past. Still, I couldn't stop.

"David never dated Allyson, right? He dated you." Before she had time to answer, I tried to show her that it didn't bother me, "It's all right. I understand why you didn't tell me. I wasn't supposed to ask these things."

"Actually, you're wrong... But it doesn't matter. Let's keep it in the past. Okay honey?"

The secrecy of those last words stirred my curiosity even more. David and my wife shared a mystery and I couldn't bear not to know it.

"He dated both of you?" I insisted.

"No. He only dated Allyson. Why are you so obsessed by this?"

I think I didn't even consider answering her question. My mind was too busy trying to figure my wife's secret.

"What happened between you two?" I openly questioned.

"Why do you want to know?" she replied and I sensed her smiling in the dark.

My persistence wasn't bothering her. In fact, she seemed entertained by my curiosity and jealous.

Her attitude only encouraged me to press further, "I'm curious."

"I don't want to shock you, my love," she candidly said.

"I promise you won't shock me," I said, unable to hide some scorn either. How bad could it be? "Now tell me!"

After a few painful seconds of silence, Sarah finally said, "Okay, then... I'll tell you what happened."

Her words sounded so theatrical and serious that, for a moment, I felt she was only teasing and, in fact, there wasn't anything to tell at all.

But then she began her account.

"You already know that Allyson and I used to share an apartment back then. She was dating David for quite some time and it was serious. They were even talking openly about getting married. By the time this happened, it was common for David to spend the night in her bed. Allyson was such a slut." She laughed at her own comment and continued, "I could hear her often from my room as she had sex with him. I bet she used to do it on purpose just to shock me, a perverted way for her to brag and show me that she had a penis with which to play as I slept alone. Anyway, David slept over in her bedroom so often that I became accustomed to his presence. It wasn't common for Allyson to leave David and me alone in the apartment... In fact, I'm sure it had never happened before. But one morning Allyson had an appointment and left earlier than usual, leaving David behind, sleeping in her bed, as I was eating breakfast. Their bedroom door was open... I was walking by it when I noticed that he was partially naked, lying in the bed," At the sound of the word "naked", I felt my body shiver. Sarah's voice was provokingly low, "He seemed to be asleep and a sheet was on top of his waist and legs. In the beginning I ignored him and went about my business, but then..."

Sarah left me to hang on those last words for a while. It almost seemed like she was building the suspense... or maybe she was trying to gather courage to say whatever she had to say. I really didn't know what was on her mind.

Then she hastily spoke it out, like taking a bandage from a wound, "I walked to the doorway and peeked inside."

There was a hint of defiance in her voice, as if she was declaring how naughty she had been. 

"Peeking inside wasn't enough," she continued after a few seconds of silence, "So I walked in. I pretended to be looking for something in the mess of their bedroom, and therefore slowly approaching the bed. David was breathing heavily, certainly asleep. The sheet was over his waist, barely covering his crotch. I thought about pulling it just a bit and take a peek inside but I was too afraid of being caught."

I found myself with my eyes closed picturing the scene as she described it. All I wanted in the beginning was a quick account of what had happened between David and my wife. I never meant so much detail, but now I was feeling enthralled by her words and I didn't dare to interrupt her. I had never thought that she had been such a naughty young woman, capable of spying on a naked, sleeping guy.

Sarah continued, "I still don't know how I did it... Trying not to make any sound at all, I lifted the sheet slowly..."

I couldn't believe her words. The scene was both indecent and silly. I didn't know if there was reason for laughter or for being astonished by her boldness.

"You're making that up, aren't you?"

There was silence for a moment and then she bluntly continued, "I saw his penis. He had a morning hard on."

The word "penis" had acquired a shameless and dirty new sense in her mouth, because she was directly recalling David's member.

"Why did you do it?" I asked.

Again, a moment of silent before her reply, "I wanted to know what it looked like. I wanted to know how big it was."

Captivated by her words, I couldn't help myself from asking, "And... was it big?"

"Oh yes..." she replied right away.

Her answer enhanced even more the wickedness of her account. In my mind, the gravity of her mischief was proportionally linked to the size of David's member.

Not happy with her earlier reply, she added, "I had never seen such a huge penis. And it was so hard! That's what made me want more."

Her words struck me like a punch. Wasn't taking a peek enough?

"You're making that up, aren't you?" I repeated.

"It was so big and manly... I felt this strong urge to touch it with my fingers," she continued, disregarding my question. "David was still asleep and his penis was helplessly within my reach. I stretched my arm, ready to touch it with my fingers. It was so easy to do it... but also so difficult, I felt so dirty. I was only inches away... But David could awaken... and tell Allyson... She was my friend. I couldn't do it. So I backed out, I slowly dropped the sheet and left."

Sarah is no saint. In fact, she is quite loose and capable of the wildest, sexy things. Still, it felt alien to hear my own wife describe her impulses towards another man's sex.

Suddenly, I sensed Sarah's body moving towards me under our own sheet. She rested her head against my shoulder and, before I had time to stop her, she probed inside my shorts with her left hand. In there she found my cock, unexplainably hard.

"What is this?" she asked, sounding visibly amused.

I didn't know what to say or what to do. I didn't know what was happening with me. The arousal caused by her words was even stronger that my jealousy.

"Are you enjoying the story?" she insisted. I could sense a smile in her lips.

"I can't help myself," I replied, self-conscious of my condition.

So far I had been trying to conceal my true feelings. I didn't want Sarah to notice my jealousy but, most important, I didn't want her to know the effect of her story on me. I should have predicted her move towards me earlier, but now it was too late. Sarah was playing a high-stakes game and I had just showed her my hand.

Still, I tried to defend myself by lessening the importance of her story, "Is that all?"

Sarah caressed my cock, teasing me with the tips of her fingers, and said, "No my love, there is more."

My punishment wasn't over yet.

"I was quietly leaving the bedroom when I heard David's voice asking me to wait. He was awake. I froze were I stood." My body stiffened after her words and Sarah continued, "Then he said 'Don't go. If you finish what you started, I'll close my eyes and pretend I never woke up.'"

Then she said no more. An eternity passed and still there was no sound from her. Sarah was torturing me. Do I need to ask for what happened next? I was sure now that she was punishing me for daring to ask about her and David.

I felt I had no choice but to give in and asked, "What did you do?"

"I went to him," she replied.

"Just like that?"

"Yes."

So far Sarah's episode had been only a silly mischief. But now that David was clearly awake and asking for her, the story was taking on a much more serious nature.

"He was Allyson's boyfriend."

"Yes, he was."

"You were easy," I accused.

"Yes, I was," she shamelessly replied. "Doesn't that make you, my love, even more turned on?"

I couldn't believe her words. Sarah was blatantly defying me. I should have been angry and disgusted. My own wife had behaved like an easy slut. Still... she was right. I was turned on. She showed no regret about her prior indiscretion and I was loving it!

Then she added, "I had already been caught by him... Why not enjoy it then?"

She was making it look so simple and unimportant. How could she make that decision so lightly?

Still astonished by her story, I tried to mumble some words, "You were much harder to get when we met."

"That's because I wanted to snatch your heart first," she replied.

"And you got it."

Sarah skipped my remark and continued her story, "David shut his eyes and I climbed onto the bed. The same bed he and Allyson used to have sex, maybe even that morning, only minutes before. My hand slid under the sheet and I touched him."

I don't know why but I didn't want her to spare any detail, "Where?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

Sarah's body trembled just a bit as if she was containing a giggle.

"I touched his hard cock. I slid my hand over his shaft and caressed his balls," she said and at the same time she was performing it on me. "Then I grabbed his cock... oh it was so big... I jerked him slowly. I wanted to make him feel good... Do you think he was feeling good?"

Sarah was taking no prisoners. My strong arousal was encouraging her to say the most outrageous things to me.

I didn't answer her question, so she made another, "And you? Are you feeling good?"

Again, I didn't answer. Instead, I asked a question of my own, "Why would you do something like that to Allyson?"

"I wanted to know that I could have her boyfriend anytime I wanted," she shamelessly replied.

Her answer completely destroyed me. Who was this woman sharing my bed? How could she behave so indecently?

Sarah continued her story, "Slowly, as I moved my hand, the sheet began sliding downwards... until I could see his cock in the open. I knew what I had to do."

Again she stopped talking. Again I felt this strong urge to know what was coming next, "What did you do?"

"Let me show you," she replied.

Sarah dived under our sheet and pulled my shorts to my knees. Then I felt the warm, humid feeling of the inside of her mouth surrounding my cock. After so much tension I couldn't help myself from releasing a lengthy moan. There, in the dark, I was experiencing the same pleasure that David had felt a few years ago.


Bed Talks Ch. 02



Friday night. Sarah and I were having dinner in a fancy restaurant, alone, as we occasionally did, when we noticed Allyson entering the premises. She was accompanied by a man whom neither of us knew. At first Allyson didn't notice us, but when we were spotted, I could see in her expression for a quick instant that she wasn't happy with our presence there. I'm not very fond of Allyson so, at any other day, the feeling would be mutual from my part, but this time I felt different. I wanted to see if a recent event could change the way my wife behaved before her friend.

We hadn't been with Allyson ever since Sarah's college reunion a few weeks before. That had been the day that I had discovered a few new things about my wife's past. Sarah had confessed to me, in the most unusual and detailed fashion, how she had seduced David, Allyson's boyfriend back in their college days. Although my response to her story had been quite positive as she was telling it, one issue had been troubling me since then. I found it easy to bear the knowledge of my wife's touching another man before we were together and, despite some initial reluctance, let her know how much I had been aroused by it; that wasn't a problem either. That night had been nothing more than an intimate and playful moment between two married people and there was nothing to be ashamed of. The easiness of mind with which Sarah seemed to have seduced her best friend's boyfriend caused my problem. The woman that I know and married with wouldn't backstab a friend so lightly, especially Allyson, a woman she cared for so much. There was something wrong in this picture, for sure... Nevertheless, I knew my wife too well to let this issue threaten our relationship or the trust I had in her.

Allyson introduced her date to us and then cordially left to her table without any sign of uneasiness from Sarah's part. On the other hand, I couldn't help myself from showing a mocking smile.

"What?!" my wife asked after noticing my reaction.

"All those long arguments about how I should give a chance to Allyson and get to know her better... Did she ever find out?"

Sarah didn't answer right away. For a moment I thought she didn't know what was talking about. But then she replied, "No, and let's keep it that way... ok?"

"I like when you're bad!" I teased her.

Sarah laughed and hesitated with her reply, "Ok..."

We hadn't talked much about this subject since that night, a few weeks ago. But now, with Allyson in sight, it was the perfect opportunity for me to explore some more.

"Didn't you ever regret it?"

"Do you really want to have this conversation in here?"

"Why not? She can't hear us," I argued. "I can't believe my own wife stole Allyson's boyfriend."

"I didn't steal her boyfriend," she quickly replied. "I just..."

Seeing the hesitation in her eyes, I pressed, "You just...?"

I was toying with Sarah, playing cat and mouse. I wanted to embarrass her, strip her from that self confidence that led her to tell me in detail how she had seduced another man.

"How many times did you seduce her boyfriend?" I insisted.

"Seduce? You make it sound so..."

"What would you call it?" I insisted.

Sarah waited a few seconds, as if she was trying to figure some way out of my enquiry, and then said, "Allyson isn't a saint at all..."

I knew it! My wife wouldn't seduce Allyson's boyfriend unless there had been a deeper reason. Maybe some sort of revenge... Allyson must've had her hands dirty too.

On the other side of the room, Allyson dined with her date unaware that we were talking about her. For the first time in a long time, I noticed the beauty in her. She had a very arrogant and pretentious personality and that's why I disliked her, but no one can deny that she is a very attractive woman. No matter our differences, I wouldn't mind having a piece of her... if I wasn't taken by Sarah, of course.

For a while I let my eyes and mind wander along Allyson's body. She is classy and discrete in her relationships, but my wife was her roommate, so she must've known something nasty. I focused my attention back to Sarah, only to find her staring at me. She seemed to know what was on my mind.

"What were you looking at?" she asked.

I didn't chicken out, "I was looking at Allyson."

"Why? I thought you didn't like her," Sarah insisted. Her tone seemed confrontational but her gaze was definitely playful.

"I'm wondering why she isn't 'a saint at all'."

"Are you surprised?"

"No, just curious... I bet you know a few stories about her, from the time you were roommates."

"I do," she shortly said.

Sarah had successfully changed the focus of the conversation from her to Allyson. I realized it but didn't mind.

"Care to share?" I tried with a visible naughty smile in my face.

"Sorry... no," she replied with a smile.

Too late for secrecy, her reluctance was a sham. Sarah was only stalling to get me even more interested.

"Did she seduce one of your former boyfriends, too?" I tried. 

Sarah laughed as if my suggestion was ridiculous and teased me, "If you only knew..."

No matter what it was, Sarah didn't seem upset by it. In fact, she was using it to arouse my curiosity. My stare locked on my wife, begging for her to tell me what she knew.

Sarah leaned across the table, towards me, and whispered, "Once, she brought two guys to our apartment. Two strangers we had met a couple of hours before."

"Did she have sex with both of them?" I asked in disbelief.

Sarah ignored my question and continued smoothly, "They had been flirting with us in a bar nearby our college. Allyson wanted to know what a black penis felt like. She told me that herself, minutes before she invited them to go to our apartment."

"One of them was a black guy?"

"Both of them were."

"Did she have sex with both of them?" I insisted.

"Besides, this happened when she was already in a relationship with David. That's why I told you she was no saint."

I looked at Allyson and tried to imagine her in shameful acts with two strangers. An entire image of her, built in the last few years, had been shattered in a couple minutes. Underneath that pretentious and classy look there was a promiscuous nature. I had just acquired the most powerful weapon against her: knowledge about her past. Too bad I couldn't use it.

I didn't press Sarah any further. That wasn't the time or the place. Still, my mind couldn't let go of this new information. All of a sudden Allyson seemed much more interesting. My eyes repeatedly searched for her, reading every gesture she was making in front of her date. I even tried to come up with a convincing argument, an excuse in fact, to turn that night into a double date, so that I could be closer to Allyson and talk to her. In the end, nothing happened. Sarah and I left after a while and our unique interaction with Allyson was a simple nod of goodbye.

Later I made love with my wife with another woman in my mind. This obsession only ended when I fell asleep.

I woke up by the first rays of sunshine. It was early for a Saturday morning and Sarah seemed to be in deep sleep, so I decided to stay in bed a little longer and maybe surprise her later with a breakfast in bed. It didn't take long for my mind to focus on Allyson again.

According to Sarah, Allyson had cheated her boyfriend with two strangers only because she was curious about black men. What kind of woman does that? It's hard to get any sluttier than that... If she was capable of such brash behavior, who knew what else she had done? On the other hand, this didn't explain why Sarah seduced Allyson's boyfriend. Allyson may have been a slut, but this didn't excuse my wife's behavior either.

Meanwhile, Sarah woke up too and cuddled next to me.

"Good morning, my love," she sluggishly said.

I held her body tight against mine and her hand immediately searched for my crotch. Sarah smiled and released a happy moan, after finding my cock hard under my shorts. In a few seconds, our clothes were gone and she was on top of me. I let her place my cock inside of her before I asked the question that had been taking shape in my head:

"The day Allyson screwed those two guys... You were with her, right?"

Sarah looked at me in surprise. I bet she had been expecting this question in the night before, but not this early in the morning.

"I was with her in the club where we met them. Yes."

"And she invited them home?" I proceeded.

"Yes."

"And you went along with them."

Sarah was carefully teasing my curiosity. I could see apprehension and caution in her eyes, "Yes. I knew Allyson's intentions but I didn't want to leave her alone just yet."

This conversation was taking the wrong turn. I was beginning to suspect that my wife wasn't innocent in all of this.

"Those guys must have thought that you were also up to it."

"But I wasn't. I mean... I was enjoying the attention of those two older, manly guys back in the bar." She was arguing that she had no interest in those men, but the way she described them seemed to show otherwise. Then she calmly said, "But I had no intention of having sex with either of them. The sexual aspect was all Allyson's."

I believed her words and relaxed a bit. Thankfully, my wife's sexual ventures didn't include chasing black cocks in bars.

"What happened upstairs?" I continued.

At this point, Sarah's posture changed. She relaxed and slowly began moving her body up and down along my cock.

"We talked for a while. I intended to entertain them for a few minutes and then make a strategic exit." She paused for a moment but I could see that she hadn't told everything, "But then they started to make out."

Eager to hear more, I automatically asked, "Who?"

"Allyson and one of the guys," Sarah said.

"What did you do?"

"I didn't know what to do," she replied in a distressed tone of voice, but the libidinous movements of her hips on top of me didn't match her words. "Before I knew it, she had her hand inside his pants."

This account was starting to resemble a lot the story Sarah had told a few weeks before, but this time the main character was Allyson.

Absorbed by my wife's story and arousing movements, I couldn't stop repeating myself, "What did you do?"

"I got up from my chair and excused myself from the room." I let go a lengthy breath before she added, "Then Allyson asked me not to go."

Sarah's voice had shifted from a cold and informative tone to a warm and excited whisper. Her movements were also more intense. My wife was riding me with resolve and passion.

"Did you obey her?" I asked.

"Yes, I did!" she said and it sounded like a threat.

"You said you weren't interested in those guys," I confronted her with her earlier words.

"I wasn't interested," she replied with assertiveness. Then she continued, "I guess I thought she wasn't going through with her plan, at least not there in front of me. Her guy pulled his pants and underwear to his knees and..." Her last words had been said in a rush before an abrupt stop.

"You watched her give head to him?" I guessed.

"Yes," she replied.

Allyson cheats on her boyfriend. Sarah betrays Allyson. Allyson preys on black cock. Sarah openly watches it. I was having a hard time reconciling the women I thought I knew with these girl's actions. Who were these girls?

I remember my times of college. I remember hearing about wild girls doing crazy things. Most of the times, the stories were clearly exaggerated or malicious rumors. Allyson's must've been a bad influence on Sarah, there can't be any other explanation.

For a while, we remained in silence. I was both aroused and in shock with my wife's confessions. The idea of another woman asking my wife to stay around while she gives a blowjob was very erotic, to say the least. Sarah was now fully enjoying my cock inside of her. Her story was maybe exciting her even more than me.

With a continuous motion, I rolled both our bodies so that I could be on top from now on.

"It was Allyson's fault," she let go after a sexy moan.

"What was Allyson's fault?" I asked confused.

"I didn't want to... It was her fault."

Sarah was tormenting me, just like the last time.

"What did you do?" I asked.

"I didn't want anything to do with Allyson's plan. But watching her suck on that cock..." Another sensual moan escaped her mouth, too suggestive to be spontaneous, and she added, "I was so horny."

At this point, I didn't need confirmation, but I still asked it, "Did you do it too?"

Sarah encouraged me, with her hands in my butt, to speed up my movements and then said in ecstasy, "Oh, yes... I did it. I sucked on that cock just as Allyson did. All my doubts were gone the moment I touched it with my lips."

I didn't know what to say or what to think. I couldn't believe she had been capable of doing it.

Her hands and words kept inciting me to fuck her harder and her enthusiasm had no limit. Sarah no longer cared about suspense and words were coming out of her mouth in small outbursts, "I couldn't see Allyson. But all I could think of was her next to me. Then I thought about those two guys... commenting and bragging later about how they had banged two white college chicks... My pussy was so wet..."

My wife was out of her mind. How could she say those things? How could she even think it? Who is this woman? Did this really happen or was she only describing a fantasy?

Sarah was feeding her arousal with her own words. Her body was wildly jerking under me, pursuing an impending powerful orgasm. Despite my current shock, I couldn't help myself from fueling her fire even more, "Did you like having your mouth full with black cock?"

Coincidence or not, after my words, Sarah's body exploded in pleasure and she let loose a wild moan. I roughly pushed my cock all the way inside of her, driven by a sudden desire to punish her, but all I got from her was an intense cry of approval. Then she hugged me tight, a silent request for me to stop, which I did.

For a moment we remained quiet, with my hard cock still inside of her and our bodies connected. One phrase kept repeating in my head in disbelief, "My wife was a slut! My wife was a slut!"

Sarah's hug loosened but I didn't break contact. Her hands returned to my butt and encouraged me to resume my movements, but much slower than before. Our cheeks were touching each other, her mouth was right next my right ear and she warmly whispered, "And then I heard Allyson say, 'No! Stop! No!'"

My wife's story wasn't over yet; a second round was coming.

Sarah continued, "Allyson was asking him to stop. At first, I didn't mind her because she didn't sound troubled. Then I heard her say, 'Do her!' and repeat it a couple of times. At first, I didn't realize what she meant. But then, I looked at her. She was staring at me and commanding her guy: 'Do her!'" Sarah's voice was sounding increasingly distressed, "Her guy obeyed her and he came to me."

I waited for her to continue her description but she didn't do it. Sarah was back to her teasing old self.

"What happened?" I whispered back.

"I didn't want it. No, no, I didn't want it! It had to stop," she said as if she was reliving the moment. "But then Allyson said to me 'Do them both!'

My eyes were wide open in disbelief. Allyson, that cunt, had turned my wife into a dirty slut! I hated her more than ever. However, despite my wrath, I wasn't immune to the eroticism of these two girls behavior and I could feel my cock getting harder than ever.

"It's getting bigger," Sarah said, confirming what I was feeling down below.

Once again, I couldn't hide my arousal, no matter how outrageous my wife's words were.

"It was Allyson's fault," she said once again with a sly tone. "I was mesmerized by her words. She tricked me."

"How could you?" I asked. I was trying to sound cold but it was only a mask to hide the true effect of her words in me.

Sarah read me perfectly and continued her story, "They positioned me on all fours. They were manhandling me at their pleasure. My guy presented his cock inches away from my mouth. Allyson's guy lifted my skirt and took my panties off from behind."

"Why didn't you stop them?" I insisted.

"I don't know. I couldn't think straight or react... Allyson was so determined and resolved," she replied.

Is that even a reason? Is that all that took for my wife to become a slut?

"Did you even know their names?"

"No," she openly admitted.

My imagination processed her words into images and my mind couldn't stop playing them: the woman that would become my wife at the mercy of two black-skinned strangers.

"What about Allyson?" I inquired.

"What about her?"

"Wasn't she the one interested in new experiences?"

"She was content to watch and command the boys," Sarah said as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "Then, the guy behind me pushed his big cock in. It was too late so I let myself go."

This isn't the kind of thing a guy wants to know about his wife. A husband always expects his spouse's past to be more respectful than this. Sarah's enthusiasm was out of control.

"Have you no shame?" I accused.

"Do you want me to keep it to myself?" she candidly replied.

Unable to say 'no' and unwilling to say 'yes', I kept my mouth shut.

Sarah didn't bother to wait more than a couple of seconds for an answer and continued, "I called for Allyson to join us, but she didn't come. She kept saying those awful things..."

I shouldn't have encouraged her, but the urge to know was stronger than my shame, "What things?"

"She told them that I had always wanted to be with two guys at the same time. And every time I moaned, she pointed out how much I was enjoying it."

"And were you?" I couldn't resist asking. No answer came from Sarah so I insisted, "Were you enjoying it?"

After a few more seconds of silence, she shamelessly said, "Yes, I loved it! I couldn't stop thinking I had two cocks in me."

I pulled my body back so that I could look at my wife's eyes. I couldn't believe what she was saying. She caressed the back of my head and continued, "Before the end, Allyson instructed them to take turns and change positions a few times."

"The end..." I automatically repeated as the images of Sarah being manhandled around by two faceless men showed up in my mind.

"That's when Allyson said 'Cum inside of her!'" Just when I thought that it couldn't get any worse, Sarah kept stunning me, "I had no boyfriend... I wasn't on the pill... I cried 'No!' but I didn't try anything to stop the guy from filling my pussy. I was mad, insane... I couldn't think straight..." Sarah was talking as if she was really trying to convince me that she had been out of her right mind. "I was willing to welcome his sperm inside of me, if Allyson didn't change her mind," she concluded.

I had no hope, "Did she change her mind?"

"No," Sarah replied with no sorrow in her voice. "At the last moment, he pulled his cock out and came all over my clothes. Besides my panties and shoes, I hadn't taken any of my clothes off."

I felt too numb to react. My hips never stopped pumping at a low speed but my facial expression was frozen. Sarah didn't stop looking at me either as if she was feeding on my shock and disbelief.

"The other guy mimicked the first, as if filling my clothes with sperm was a new sport," she added. 

I was about to cum too. I didn't want her to be silent during these last moments before my ecstasy, so I asked the first thing that came to my mind, "Do you still have those clothes?"

Sarah must've thought that this was a kinky question and smiled, "I still have that skirt somewhere. I don't wear it anymore, but I think I can make an exception... someday..."

My wife was finishing her last words when I came. She smiled even more, satisfied by my pleasure. Then I collapsed on top of her, relishing those precious moments after my climax. Still, something was missing. Despite all that had been said, I still wanted to hear how her story ended, "What happened next?"




Bed Talks Ch. 02



Sarah had saved one last piece of naughty information to the end, "Only then, Allyson joined me. Our tongues accidentally touched once..." There was a long pause before she finished her thought, "While we were cleaning their cocks."

One last tease; one last incentive. A seed planted in my mind to grow in the following days.

"Is any of that craziness true?" I asked at last.

Sarah dodged my question, "After they had gone I got really mad with Allyson. It lasted for a couple of weeks and but then faded away."

Is this why she took revenge against Allyson? And is this the woman I married? I felt as if I just had been run over by a car, but Sarah didn't seem to notice it at all. There was a lot for me to digest in the following days.



Bed Talks Ch. 03



My wife was a slut! This sentence must seem harsh, but there was no other way to describe it. I knew we weren't together back then. I also knew that she was free to do as she wished. But what would you call a woman that takes part in a threesome with two male strangers she just met a couple of hours before in a bar?

Sarah's confessions troubled me for the rest of that day. I was trying to rationally get over it but my mind was constantly being overwhelmed by unsettling thoughts. I had always assumed my wife had had a more modest sexual life before our relationship. Does it matter? I don't know why, but I felt like my pride was being challenged. Surprisingly, or maybe not, it didn't take too long for me to get over this issue. The following night we made love again and it was great. In fact, ever since Sarah had begun telling me about her past, we were having the best sex in a long time. By the following morning, Sarah's mischiefs didn't seem as bitter as before.

I hid all this distress from Sarah. In her mind, my arousal during her stories seemed to be proof enough that I had no problem with her unfolding story. Probably, that's why she took her account so far. And that's why she kept teasing me in the following days with small, additional details of her last story. Whenever I questioned her about the truthfulness of it, her answers were seldom straight and unequivocal. It would be easy not to believe her story, but I did, although I was convinced she must've embellished it here and there.

A few days later, my wife and I were invited to a small gathering at the house of a couple Sarah knew from work and she asked them if she could bring a friend with us, Allyson. I didn't know what to think of it. Allyson didn't know any of those people and Sarah didn't give me any reason at all for her initiative.

On the day of the event, Sarah surprised me again. She had decided to wear a very peculiar skirt, which I had never seen before. It was much shorter than usual and it seemed a bit old fashioned, although, from the male point of view, at least, it looked good and suited Sarah perfectly. The ensemble was completed with a discreet blouse, which toned down the boldness of the skirt, and a pair of high-heeled shoes. Overall, Sarah looked much younger and more juvenile than usual.

"How do I look?" she asked to me.

I know better than question a woman's appearance minutes before going out, so I only said, "You look great."

However, Sarah didn't seem happy with my answer and insisted, "Look at me properly and tell me what you think?"

"If you wanted to look more daring than usual... then you got it!" I honestly said.

Sarah smiled but there seemed to be a bit of disappointment behind it. Then she said, "Come on, my love. We're late."

We headed for Allyson's apartment, to pick her up, and then we went straight to the party.

Allyson complimented my wife's clothes, but there was an arrogant air about her as if, underneath her words, she was condemning Sarah's alternative look. The truth was, I guess, she couldn't stand the idea of being outshone by another woman.

As expected, in the beginning Allyson didn't stray from our presence, since we were her only acquaintances there. However, Sarah quickly got sucked into helping in the kitchen by the female host, leaving me no choice but to babysit her friend.

I tried to make conversation, by asking Allyson, "How's John?" John was the guy she had been dating the last time we had met.

"Who?" she asked back, while helping herself to an orange juice from a nearby table.

I immediately realized that John was history and didn't press further.

"What happened to your wife?" she questioned in turn.

She was obviously referring to Sarah's outfit, "I don't know. I guess she decided to wear something different this time."

Allyson's eyes kept scanning my wife from top to the bottom. She seemed to be over-analyzing Sarah, certainly jealous of her. Allyson took her glass to her mouth and I stared at her red lips. She took a small sip and then delicately licked the fruity wetness left on her top lip. The memory of Sarah's confessions ignited my imagination and I pictured Allyson repeating her gesture... but this time it wasn't juice she was licking... Then my wife joined her and their tongues touched for a moment... I imagined both women kissing, experimenting in the beginning and then releasing all their desire; their hands roaming over each other's naked body... Then, I imagined I was in the middle of the action and the starring cock was mine...

"What are you looking at?" she asked. My daring thoughts were disrupted and Allyson stared at me as if I were an idiot.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have gorgeous lips?" I unadvisedly said as I stared her back.

Allyson froze. Even I was surprised with my sudden audacity. She stared at me in silence, with a stern countenance, as if she was demanding me to do or say something, maybe an apology. For a moment, I thought she was going to freak out. I could've diverted my gaze from her, but, by not doing so, the impact of my words was even greater. Then she broke the tension and smiled. As long as I could remember, Allyson had never smiled at me like that. I was, at first, somewhat flattered by her response but also was aware of a moment of complicity between us as if she were telling me that, this time, I would get away with my obvious flirting.

Allyson broke the eye contact but didn't go away from me. Her continued presence seemed to confirm that she had accepted this moment of intimacy and maybe even desired more. Was this all that it took for her to lower her guard?

Allyson and I had always had a cold relationship. I never liked her very much and I'm sure the feeling was mutual. But at that moment, Allyson seemed close to me, very close. I had no intention to cheat on Sarah, but I wanted to take my new proximity to Allyson a little further, just a bit more before crossing any line.

Allyson had all her attention focused on my wife once again. I tried to follow the line of her gaze and see if I could determine what was on her mind. Allyson seemed to be looking straight at Sarah's hot legs. They discreetly glittered as if they were shrouded by a thin, transparent piece of silk. Was she admiring my wife's legs? Or was it her butt? I stared at Allyson's face again; her eyes were fixed on Sarah, her mouth slightly open. It was as if... as if she was turned on by what she was seeing, incapable of looking away and fantasizing... How hot would it be to witness another woman becoming aroused by my own wife's body?

All of a sudden, Allyson's eyes opened wider... in surprise. It lasted only for a fraction of a second but I captured the moment. I looked back at Sarah trying to figure out what had triggered Allyson's mysterious reaction. A fast sequence of thoughts rushed in my head before being struck by the answer. How hadn't I realized it before?

I should've kept my mouth shut but, in the heat of the moment, I couldn't help myself...

"Do you like Sarah's skirt?" I asked to Allyson.

"I..." she began saying before she realized what my question really meant.

We looked at each other in silence. I could see doubt in her eyes. Allyson was trying to determine what I knew and if my question had anything to do with her recent discovery.

My wife's skirt was familiar to Allyson. That had been the skirt Sarah was wearing the day she let herself be fucked by those two strangers; I was sure of it. And that's why my wife wanted me to pay attention to her clothes early in the evening... although I didn't get it then. Sarah had told me that she had kept that skirt but I never thought she would exhibit it in the open like this.

Allyson's reaction disrupted any doubt I still had about the veracity of my wife's confessions. We were both staring at each other in a contest of wills, both trying to access each other's knowledge without disclosing our own. Much to my surprise, I didn't feel uneasy with this confrontation, but Allyson had fear in her eyes. In fact, she seemed in shock. Was she fearing for Sarah, or was she ashamed of their past?

Encouraged by the moment, I insisted, "Sarah's skirt... Do you like it?"

Speechless, Allyson quickly fled and kept a comfortable distance from me throughout the remainder of the night. I couldn't help myself from feeling disappointed. Once again, I couldn't reconcile this woman's past with her current behavior. I was expecting her to fight back, to surprise me with some bold statement or deed, but not to flee in embarrassment.

I made no attempt to chase Allyson. Sarah became my target now and I patiently waited for a moment alone with her to confront her. It was hard to become naturally engaged in the party after all these developments, but I tried my best.

Sarah's outfit was a success. Claire, the hostess, personally congratulated me for having such a good looking wife and praised her youthful figure. Even Gary, another guest there, publicly mentioned Sarah's beautiful legs before looking at me and adding solemnly, "With all due respect."

In the end, it was Sarah who sought for me...

"What did you tell her?" she apprehensively asked.

I knew right away that Allyson had been probing Sarah, "Nothing... I just asked her if she liked your skirt..."

I thought she was going to be angry with me for my indiscretion, but her mood changed right after my answer.

"You noticed," she whispered, acknowledging my recent discovery.

"Yes."

"Did you like it?" she said as she gracefully swayed her body.

It was clean and immaculate now but, according to Sarah, that skirt had been brimming with the sperm of two guys as a result of her adventure. What could I say? Still, I couldn't help myself from being clearly pleased with her kinkiness, "I like what's underneath it more."

A couple hours later, I heard Allyson telling Sarah that it was late and she was calling a cab. The last place she wanted to be was locked up in a car with us. However, Sarah acknowledged her assertion and, since it was late for us too, the three of us left together. The silence in the car was deafening. We were all thinking about the same incident, but no one dared to say anything. Fortunately, I guess, it didn't take long for us to drop Allyson.

The moment I drove off, I said, "She knows that I know."

Sarah calmly replied, "I know."

"Am I in trouble?" I tried.

"Maybe..." she said, but her answer didn't seem to come from an angry person. "How did she react?"

"I don't know. I think she was embarrassed."

We remained a couple of minutes in silence before Sarah resumed the topic, "What else did you talk about?"

"Nothing," I honestly said. But then, I recalled the remark I had made about Allyson's lips. What if Allyson had mentioned it to Sarah? I quickly decided that the truth could hurt less than being caught in a lie, "I may have praised her lips."

I didn't look at my wife but I felt her turning her gaze towards me.

"I thought you didn't like her," she argued. I was sure I was in trouble, but then Sarah's tone changed and she softly asked, "What else do you like in her?"

"Nothing," I said as I looked at her with an apologetic smile on my face.

"Is she pretty?" Sarah asked. "Tell me. Is she hot?"

I was probably giving Sarah more rope to hang me, but her tone made me hope that a bold answer would lead to something more pleasant than a fight, "Yes, she is hot."

"What do you like about her?" my wife asked.

I started with a light answer, "She is pretty."

"What else?"

This time, it was Sarah asking the questions; she was the one probing my mind for something she might not like to hear but felt she needed to know.

"I like her shoulders, the slightly tanned skin of her neck and shoulders," I said.

I took my eyes from the road and looked at Sarah, trying to read her mind. She looked serious and stern but her voice softly encouraged me, "What else?"

"I like the way her butt looks when she wears tight jeans. I like her fleshy red lips."

Sarah nodded. The boldness of my confessions didn't reside in the words itself, but in the way I was openly expressing how much I knew Allyson's body. Encouraged by Sarah's lack of protest, I said, "Sometimes I imagine her red lips around my cock. I'm sure it would feel good."

Again I looked at my wife. Her body was stiff and her expression stern. Sarah seemed to be furious with me now.

"Would you bang her?"

I didn't cower before her menacing posture and openly spoke the truth, "Oh yeah."

"Would you cheat on me with her?" she continued and I froze with the significance of her words. Maybe this game was going too far. The answer was obviously negative but, before I had time to say anything, Sarah added, "Don't answer that. Please, stop the car."

I tried to explain myself, "Sarah, come on, I was..."

"I don't want to hear," she calmly said. "Park the car now."

I couldn't help being surprised by Sarah's reaction. Couldn't she see I was only teasing her? Usually, when my wife is mad, she yells and openly shows her anger but never says please. This time, she was giving me contradictory signs: her body seemed agitated and tense but her voice sounded calm and determined. Had I hurt her feelings?

Right ahead, there was a small supermarket and I stopped the car in the contiguous parking lot, empty at the time. All I wanted was to put some sense in her head, "Sarah..."

"Don't call me that," she said, looking straight into my eyes.

My wife's anger was about to explode, I was sure of it. At least, from that point on, I knew what to expect. Or so I thought...

All of a sudden, Sarah pulled her skirt up and slid her panties off her legs. I didn't know what to think of her behavior; she seemed unpredictable, out of her mind. Then she opened the door of the car and got out. I jumped out of the car too, trying to put a stop to her apparent madness.

"Sarah..." I tried once again.

"Don't call me that," she replied.

Sarah wasn't trying to run away. In fact, it was obvious she was waiting for me to come nearer to her. She closed the door of the car, without taking her eyes from me. At that moment I was expecting everything, even the most absurd thing, except what she did.

"Call me Allyson," Sarah said, openly defying me. She playfully swayed her skirt and added, "I want you inside of me."

I was mesmerized by her words. Was this real? Then she positioned herself facing the car, with her legs spread, like if she was prepared to be frisked by a cop.

"Allyson," I called in awe.

"Yes, I'm here. Come on. Can't you see how horny I am?" she said.

I looked around us. There wasn't a soul in sight. I opened my pants and pulled out my cock. The kinkiness of the moment had been enough to make me fully hard in seconds. I tentatively searched for the moisture under her skirt, still not being absolutely sure of what she wanted. The moment I touched her, she released a moan and said, "Fuck me like you never fucked your wife before."

I pressed my cock against her crevice. There was a small resistance and I forced it in further. All of a sudden, my hard-on slid all the way in and she moaned in surprise and satisfaction.

"Speak to me," she encouraged.

I let myself go, "You won't believe how much I have desired this moment, Allyson."

"I bet your wife's pussy doesn't feel as good as mine," she insisted.

"Oh, yeah... You're amazing Allyson."

I was feeling as if I were in the middle of a threesome with the two most desirable women in the world. But in this case, my wife was both Sarah and Allyson. My right hand had a will of its own: it grabbed her hair and forced her head backwards. I guess I was fucking her as I had always wanted to fuck Allyson.

"Tell me you love me better than your wife."

"You're amazing. You're much better than Sarah."

"You're cheating her."

"Yes, I'm cheating Sarah with you. I've always dreamed of this moment. You're the one I've always wanted," I said. The words coming out of my mouth made no sense at all but, at that moment, I really meant them. "Allyson, you're such a slut."

I came embarrassingly fast. But it was probably for the best, before someone surprised us. I took my cock out just in time and shot all my cum over her legs and skirt, just like two strangers had done to Sarah years before.

"Remember, you can't tell your wife about this... ever!" Sarah teased me after I was done.

A few minutes later we arrived home. Sarah walked those few last feet until she entered the safety of our walls pantyless, all wet and stained. She looked like a slut but she was my slut and I wasn't going to let our passionate game fade away so easily.

My wife was closing the door when I called for her, "Allyson."

Sarah turned to me in surprise and I lifted her in my arms. For a moment, after losing her balance, she looked delicate and helplessly at my mercy. Then she wrapped her legs and arms around me and let herself been taken to our bedroom. I threw her wildly over the bed. Her mouth was open in surprise and amusement; her legs landed spread open with her thighs shamefully bare.

"Now I'm going to eat your pussy, Allyson," I menacingly said.

"Yes, eat my pussy, pleaaase. Make me your secret lover," Sarah enthusiastically replied.

I moved her skirt out of the way and plunged my face in her crotch. Sarah had her pubic hair nicely shaved and smooth as I always liked it, yet I wondered what Allyson's vagina looked like. Would it be shaved, much alike Sarah's, or was it hairier? I wondered if she had big lips and a big crevice, ready for receiving big cocks anytime, or was she tight?

"Allyson," I enquired, "do you always shave your pretty cunt?"

"I shave it all and always," Sarah promptly answered. How did she know? I didn't need to ask because she willingly provided me with the answer, "We used to copy each other's pubic shave."

Copy each other's... I didn't need more encouragement or teasing. Just the thought of those two girls showing theirs pussies to each other was enough to drive me crazy.

For a while, my tongue and mouth worked hard between her legs. I didn't want to take her to ecstasy too quickly. I wanted to tease her and punish her. I wanted to make her desperately want to cum or die. Sarah was moaning and crying out of control:

"Allyson!"

I slowed my movements and pressure and looked at her.

"Don't stop!" she protested. Then she pressed my head back against her vagina and said, "Make me cum, Allyson... please!"

Was she calling me Allyson? How did that happen? Wasn't she the one playing Allyson's part?

"Oh, Allyson," she repeated, "make me cum!"

I thought about answering her, but I didn't do it. I feared my manly voice could disrupt her moment of delight should I make any sound. Was she knowingly changing our roles in our game, or was she lost in a more profound fantasy?

"I want to taste your pussy too, Allyson," she added.

I looked upwards: Sarah had two fingers in her open mouth and her eyes were closed.

There was no doubt now: I was Allyson. My wife was fantasizing about another woman, one of her best friends, the woman with whom she shared an apartment for a few years in the past. I was mesmerized by this new discovery. It was a little weird to play the part of a woman but I didn't care; she was loving it. I would do it anytime, just to get from her the same excitement she was enjoying then.

"Oh, Allyson... my love..." she cried as she came hard and explosively. Her climax seemed alien and fascinating, as if Allyson had been there with us; her last words were shocking but I still didn't care.

I lay next to her with the feeling of "mission accomplished". Inadvertently, or maybe not, Sarah had provided me a new piece of knowledge about her. Was she really expressing some of her darkest feelings? Or was she only playing with my mind like she had been doing lately? The words "my love" could mean so much... or so little...




Bed Talks Ch. 03



This had been an amazing night... and I couldn't wait for the next.



Bed Talks Ch. 04



Allyson used to be my wife's best friend. At least, that's how Sarah introduced her when I first met her. The two women had known each other when they were both freshmen in college and they had shared an apartment until their graduation. From those days, I only know what has been told to me because I wasn't a part of Sarah's life back then.

When Sarah and I began dating each other, the two women were no longer as close as they had apparently been in the past. Although they never became estranged, when Sarah and I got married, the distance between the two women grew even more. I always felt I had had a part in this. Despite my wife's best efforts, I never empathized with Allyson. I never liked her because I had always felt she didn't show any liking or respect for me either. My wife claimed that I was just projecting my own feelings into Allyson's actions, so that I wouldn't feel bad about myself. I disagreed with her and we both agreed to disagree.

Anyway, they may not have been spending much time together anymore, but their bond was still strong. My wife nurtured genuine affection for her friend and they both displayed a protective behavior concerning each other. In fact, there were moments I felt like Allyson didn't like me because she believed I wasn't good enough for Sarah. However, a couple of recent episodes forced me to question their loyalty to each other.

First, I learned Sarah had seduced Allyson's boyfriend, at the time they lived together. My wife claimed that she had done it to prove to herself that she could have him if she wanted to. This was a behavior I was still trying to reconcile in the woman to whom I was married... It isn't unusual to see rivalry between friends but, in my wife's case, the competition seemed to have risen to grave proportions.

Then, after years of my suffering arrogance and contempt from Allyson, it had only taken a bolder approach on my part, in our last encounter, for Allyson's ice to melt. No matter what her true opinion about me may have been, apparently, she didn't mind flirting. It made me wonder... What if Allyson's antipathy towards me was just a different way of dealing with the same rivalry? Sarah had found her soul mate and Allyson had not. What if she was indelicate to me because I was the object of her envy? The more I thought about it, the more I felt tempted to, somehow, explore this matter with Allyson on future occasions. It didn't take long for me to get what I desired.

I was arriving home from work. Usually, Sarah leaves her job earlier than me, so I wasn't surprised that she was already in the house when I opened our apartment's door. Allyson was there also.

"Hi, love!" my wife said. "Allyson came to see me."

I kissed my wife and greeted her friend with a smile.

Allyson replied with a murmur, "Hi."

"You came home earlier today," Sarah said.

Driven by this remark, I looked at my watch. I wasn't early. In fact, I was a bit later than usual. The traffic had been insane. Still, not knowing why my wife had said such a thing, I didn't contradict her and just shrugged.

For a moment there was an awkward silence, as if both women had forgotten what they were talking about, a moment that made me suspect they might have been talking about me.

It was Allyson who broke the silence, "I think I'll be going now."

"Yeah... It's getting late," Sarah reinforced. Then she asked me, "Please take Allyson home."

"That's not necessary, I can..." Allyson quickly tried to reply.

Sarah had her mind set though, "Nonsense. It's no trouble. Isn't that right, love?"

"Sure," I complied.

My wife was proposing that I exchange the comfort of my house after a workday for the stress of the chaotic traffic and the companionship of Allyson. A few days earlier, this request would have been a nightmare. At that moment, being alone with my wife's friend for a while felt like a treasure on a plate.

Despite the initial discomfort, Allyson reluctantly accepted the offer. She was still nodding her acceptance when Sarah reminded, "Don't forget your bag."

Driven by my wife's words, I instinctively moved my attention downwards to the paper bag Allyson was holding. It was a small sack, the type that is usually given in clothing stores for small items. The bag's negligible weight was resting on top of our sofa's arm, thus relieving the strain on its handles and allowing a decent view of its interior.

Allyson tried to react fast to conceal it. She moved the bag away from the sofa and blocked its view from me with her legs. Too late though. Inside, I had recognized a familiar black piece of cloth: the daring short skirt my wife had worn a few days earlier. There was no doubt in my mind Sarah wanted me to see it. Seemingly displeased with my wife's stunt, Allyson sent her a subtle accusing look. Sarah responded with a mocking smile while I just stood there not knowing what was going on. Despite the elephant in the room, no one said a thing and, a few seconds later, Allyson and I left.

We spent the first fifteen minutes in the car in silence, except a few remarks related to the hellish traffic. Allyson was carrying her bag in her lap, hugging it as if she was protecting its precious content. Above her tall boots and below her skirt, I could see her left knee and a small part of her leg.

I had always felt physically attracted to Allyson, despite her arrogant nature. How couldn't I? Allyson was a gorgeous woman, who knew how to take care of herself and be noticed. However, lately, she had grown on me. Under her polished manners, there was a kinky and dirty mind. Also, Sarah had been adopting her friend's persona in our sex games, in quite a hot and imaginative fashion, by the way.

Under other circumstances, I would have been more subtle. However, this time, I let my stare wander freely to my hot passenger's legs, avoiding being ridiculously obvious but with no worry of being caught. In fact, I wished Allyson to notice me checking her out, just to see how she would react.

Occupying my mind was also the pending matter of the sexy short skirt that Allyson was carrying in her bag. I could have just asked Sarah about it later... But the temptation of exploring this mysterious subject with Allyson first was too good to let pass.

"Is that Sarah's skirt you're carrying?" I finally asked.

"No," Allyson replied. Then, with visible discomfort, she added, "Actually, this skirt is mine."

"It looks like the one Sarah wore the other day."

This time, I didn't get any answer.

"I can't remember seeing you wearing it. I bet it suits you perfectly," I insisted.

Allyson was staring at me, scrutinizing my behavior. I wanted to read her reaction too, but I kept my poker face and didn't take my eyes from the red light in front of us.

The memory of her friendly reaction when I praised her lips, a few days earlier, encouraged me to insist, "An attractive woman like you wearing such a killer skirt... Any man would remember."

"Do you want me to wear it for you?" Allyson asked. Surprisingly, she sounded like she meant it, "I can do it now... in my apartment."

Amazed by her invitation, this time I couldn't help myself from staring at her. Not even in my best imagined scenarios, had I expected such an open reception to my advances, especially when she had shown some discomfort earlier.

Allyson looked me in the eyes and I was sure she desired me. Friends or not, neither Sarah nor this woman had any scruples in taking each other's men.

Our gazes remained locked for a while. The perfect moment for a kiss... if I desired to go that far...

"It's green," Allyson said, breaking the momentum.

"What?"

"The light is green."

The traffic light had turned green, who knows for how long, and I realized the mad honks coming from the cars behind us were addressed to me. I focused myself back on the driving task and avoided looking at or saying anything to the woman next to me for the rest of the trip. She kept quiet too.

As long as Allyson had shown some reluctance or indecision about my advances, I had felt safe in messing with her. Now I was entering into dangerous territory. Nothing could stop me from having this gorgeous woman... nothing but my conscience. Temptations can be tricky, especially when opportunity presents itself and we are overconfident regarding the result. If I wanted to remain faithful to Sarah, the best thing I could do was to drop her at her place as quickly as possible and go home. However, when we arrived, Allyson asked me if I wanted to go up with her. Against all reason, I said yes.

I dropped my sexy passenger in front of her building, before searching for a free spot to park my car.

"I can handle this," I said out loud to myself while leaving the vehicle.

A couple of minutes later, I met Allyson in front of the building's entrance. For a brief second, the woman stared at me idly and seemed surprised that I was actually there. In that moment, I realized the invitation had been a bluff and I had called it.

"Follow me," she said nevertheless and I obeyed.

Allyson must have thought she could safely provoke me without having to worry about the consequences. I followed her inside, strengthened by her hesitations, but also hoping her tease wasn't over yet.

When her apartment's door closed behind us, Allyson got straight to the point, "Why are you here?"

"You invited me, remember?"

Allyson smiled: a wicked smile. Then, she led me to her living room. There, she put the bag she was carrying on the top of the small table, standing in front of the sofa, and took the short skirt from inside.

"I wasn't lying when I said this skirt is mine. I thought it was gone... but it seems like your wife kept it with her all this time," Allyson said. Then she probed, "I have the feeling you know something about this item... Am I right?"

"Yes," I shortly replied.

A cat appeared from the next room to greet its owner. Allyson dropped the skirt on top of a small table present in the room and warmly held the pet in her arms. Meanwhile, she asked in a purposely casual tone, "What did she tell you?"

Allyson was trying to determine what I knew about that skirt's history. This meant that she hadn't talked with Sarah about it, or that maybe she didn't trust what my wife had said to her. However, I also desired to hear her version of the tale, so I only gave away enough to convince her that I wasn't lying. "I may have heard something about that skirt, two young women and two black guys you met in a bar."

There was a hint of hesitation and discomfort in her body language, but she didn't look at me. Allyson gathered all her haughtiness, which reminded me of her previously arrogant nature, and then she said, "Well... I'm not ashamed and I would do it again."

I smiled but she didn't see it.

Years ago, Allyson had led my wife to fuck two black strangers they had met in a bar. It felt a bit awkward to show the knowledge of my wife's sluttish past to another person, but if Allyson's words were meant to upset me with her lack of guilt, then she had failed miserably.

"I appreciate a determined woman," I said.

"Determined?" Allyson asked as if we were talking about two different things. This time, her gaze left the small kitten and she looked at me. "Are you sure you know the full story? Your wife sucked me into the situation."

"So, you blame Sarah..."

"Yes, I blame Sarah." After a small moment of silence, Allyson continued, "Your wife seduced two strangers and took them to our apartment. She made out with them in front of me and, then, she pulled me into the situation until both guys were screwing me." Allyson kept doing small pauses between sentences to assess my reaction to her words. Finally, she added, "And now I find out she told you about it. Makes me wonder..."

I was astonished. Allyson's version confirmed my wife's story but... the roles were inverted. Why would Allyson confirm the story and change their parts?

Anyway, I didn't confront her with the discrepancy between the two accounts. Instead, I put on my poker face and replied, "That's what married people do. They tell things to their spouses..."

Allyson quickly countered, "Really? Does she tell you everything?"

"Yes," I dared to say.

"I'm surprised."

"Why?" I asked, just like Allyson intended me to.

"Doesn't it bother you seeing your wife spend so much time with a former lover?"

At first, I reacted defensively to her words, not knowing what she meant by them. Then, I remembered David, Allyson's former boyfriend. David and Sarah had spent some time together while at a college reunion a few weeks before, an event I had attended also.

"I don't feel threatened by David," I assertively said.

Allyson opened her mouth in surprise and renewed discomfort, and I realized I had said too much. However, before I had time to mask the truthful meaning of my previous words, she stunned me twice with her reply, "I wasn't talking about David. You know about him and Sarah too?"

"Yes, I know about him," I quickly responded, an effort to hide my surprise. Allyson wasn't supposed to know about it... Moreover, if Allyson wasn't referring to David, then who was Sarah's former lover with whom she had been spending time?

There was a small moment of silence afterwards, while Allyson pretended to be giving her full attention to her pet. Still, her source of enigmatic sentences wasn't over yet, "You do realize Sarah is playing you... don't you?" Then, as if I had suddenly disappeared from the scene, Allyson put the cat in the floor and followed him out of the room without saying a word.

"Are you hungry, Jake?" I heard her say to her pet.

A lengthy sigh escaped my mouth and I smiled, entertained by her efforts to mess with my mind. Allyson was quite a challenge but I was determined to not allow her poison to affect me.

Sarah had told me a secret that involved her friend. Now, Allyson sought payback by telling me something about my wife. Allegedly, Sarah was spending time with a former lover and he wasn't David. It was probably a lie, but even if it was true, I was secure that there was no foul play on my wife's part.

Since my host had ignored me, I made myself at home and sat on the sofa present in the room. In front of me stood the small table, where the short skirt had been forgotten.

A couple of minutes later I sensed Allyson approaching from behind. In her hand, there was a glass of red wine, but she hadn't bothered bringing one for me. Her boots were gone. In bare feet, she walked around the sofa and stood on the other side of the small table.

"Comfortable?" she asked with a mix of amusement and reproof.

"Yes," I shortly replied.

Allyson looked at the piece of clothing present between us. Then, while she carefully studied my reaction, Allyson warmly said, "I was wearing that skirt when I fucked those two guys..."

That's exactly what Sarah also claimed to have done. At least one of them was lying. Why would any woman want to take credit for such a thing?

"So, Sarah is playing me..." I said, expecting Allyson to proceed with her argument.

"Do you know why you are here?" Before I had time to repeat my previous answer, she added, "You're here because Sarah sent you. Sarah wishes you to be here... with me."

"What are you saying?" An image of Allyson and me naked in bed appeared in my mind. I'm sure I led her to picture something of the same sort when I asked with a smile, "Sarah wants us to play together?"

Allyson didn't answer. Instead, she countered with a question of her own, "Would you like that?"

This time, I was the one not giving a response.

For a moment, Allyson stood silent, wetting her lips in the red wine. When idle, her posture was confrontational, as if she were holding her ground against me, but every small move she made with her body also carried a sensual loveliness.

"If I had to guess..." Allyson began. "The two black strangers... David... If I had to guess, I would say you became aware of those episodes in bed. Does your wife tease you a lot with our adventures?"

I resisted the best I could to provide her any answer, but my desire to make our conversation much more personal and intimate was stronger than my desire not to give her too much information. Although I felt I was giving away something Allyson shouldn't know, I honestly responded, "Yes."

"Which means you like to hear about it," she said. There was malice in her voice. "Yet, she is hiding the best parts from you."

Allyson walked towards the sofa and sat next to me. For a couple of seconds, her proximity felt threatening.

With a low voice she suddenly changed the course of the conversation, "You lust after me, don't you?" In any other occasion, her immodesty could have been annoying, but in that moment, it sounded hot. Then, she concluded her idea, "I don't mind... I love to feel your eyes undressing me."

Despite her inviting words, Allyson wasn't seeking any physical contact with me and kept a safe distance. This reminded me of her real nature. Allyson was a teaser; she was still bluffing. Still, I couldn't help myself from feeling flattered. I found it hard to believe Allyson would act like this if she didn't feel some form of attraction for me too.

"It's getting late... Sarah is waiting for me..." I said, purposely mentioning my wife's name.

I didn't mean to leave just yet, though. However, not knowing it, Allyson quickly played the card she had been hiding in her sleeve, "Did you know we used to be lovers?"

"What?!" I let out of my mouth in the middle of a confused smile.

"Sarah was obsessed with me," Allyson bluntly said. Then, with a softer tone, she continued, "She confessed a few times she was... in love. I wonder if she still is... My interest was only of a... sexual nature though."

Entertained by the idea, my smile opened even wider, but Allyson kept looking at me in silence, with a serious expression in her face. After a few seconds, my smile faded and all that was left in me was awe and disbelief.

"Why don't we go forth with what really brought you here?" Allyson openly said. For a moment, I thought she was ready to jump on me. Much to my surprise, Allyson got up and took the short skirt lying near with one of her fingers. While displaying the sexy piece of clothing before my eyes and prior to leaving the room, she naughtily said, "Give me a second to change."

My eyes followed her on her way out. Still in shock, I got up and quickly walked to the exit. I was about to leave the apartment when, at the last moment, I stopped and looked back toward where Allyson had gone. The light in my host's bedroom was on, so that's where I headed for.

The door was open wide. Allyson seemed happy for having been followed, but she showed no surprise. It was as if she was expecting me. She still had the same clothes on and the sexy short skirt was still in her hand.

I took a step forward into the room before stopping.

"I used to wear this skirt when I desired to allure men," Allyson said. "But I don't think it will be needed now."

Then, Allyson got rid of both skirts: first, she threw the one she had been holding to the bed; a couple of seconds later, the skirt she had been wearing slid along her hips and legs, and dropped on the floor. Only her vest, which drooped along her body, prevented me from seeing her thighs all the way to the top. Slowly, allowing me to enjoy the sight of her, Allyson walked towards me. I didn't move, not even when our bodies connected.

Against the wall opposing me, there was a big full-length mirror where I could see Allyson's body from behind. When she reached for me on her toes and her arms enveloped my neck, I witnessed in the mirror her vest rise, allowing me to see her buttocks and evidence of her red thong panties.

"Sarah wants to be with me again... through you. She wants to feel my scent in your body when you go back to her," Allyson whispered on my right ear.




Bed Talks Ch. 04



"Did she tell you that?" I asked.

"She doesn't have to... There is a part of Sarah only I know of. Let me teach you..." Allyson said. Then, her face slid against the edge of my chin until she reached my lips with hers.

In that moment, I panicked. Allyson wasn't bluffing, at least not anymore. She was truly determined to have me there.

"I can't," I forced myself to say, after reluctantly breaking the touch of her lips. "Sorry..."

Then, I turned around and got out of there as if I were running for my life.

Only when I closed the door of my car, did I feel secure. I took a deep breath before all the tension left my body with a good laugh. This is why I shouldn't be playing with temptations. In the heat of the moment, we never know how we are going to react.

"I'm such an idiot," I said out loud before releasing another nervous laugh.

What would Sarah think if Allyson tells her about our little game? Maybe the excitement I was still experiencing was clouding my judgment but, in that moment, I was convinced that she wouldn't be angry at me.

Allyson was probably thinking I was coward. Or maybe her plan had been to shock and scare me away since the beginning. I didn't know who had won our confrontation, but I didn't feel like the loser in the end, even though some things had been left unresolved. I hadn't asked her about Sarah's alleged former lover for instance...

Suddenly, all became clear and I realized what Allyson had meant. Since the moment I had set my feet in her apartment, everything she had said served the same purpose: her claim that my wife was playing me; Sarah's alleged lover, who was obviously supposed to be Allyson after all, instead of a guy... It was all about leading me think that Sarah wished me to have sex with her friend. I guess Allyson was the one trying to play me after all. Did she really think she could persuade me with such an incredible tale?

"She wants me bad..." I said out loud, entertained by Allyson's efforts to seduce me. She had my admiration though. Believable or not, her claims had successfully aroused me.

For a while, I thought I had everything figured out. This conviction remained strong until about half way home. Wave by wave, my mind began being flooded by small details of my wife's stories which seemed to support Allyson's claims. Apparently they were unimportant, but they seemed to attain a new meaning considering the new big picture.

Probably the most meaningful memory was recent and I couldn't stop thinking about it. In the heat of our most recent sexual adventure, a few nights ago, my wife had led me to play the role of Allyson while I was pleasuring her with my mouth. In the heat of the moment, Sarah had cried "Allyson... my love". This peculiar use of words intrigued me, but I dismissed them afterwards as a meaningless excess of the moment. After what Allyson had said, I couldn't keep doing so.

When I got home, Sarah mentioned my lateness and I blamed the traffic. That was it. There were no suspicions on her part, no revelations, no further references to Allyson or the infamous short skirt. This serenity clashed with the earlier excitement and I felt both relieved and disappointed. Part of me felt guilty for having gone too far with Allyson. On the other hand, there were so many questions in my mind that only Sarah could answer.

We were changing into our pajamas so that we could watch our favorite TV show in bed, when I said, "I asked Allyson about the skirt... you know... the one you insisted that I notice in her bag!"

"Is that so?" Sarah said, entertained by my audacity. "What did she say?"

"She told me it was hers in the first place," I answered, only unveiling a small part of Allyson's claims.

"Yes, she is right. We used to borrow clothes from each other."

"That's pretty common in women, right?"

"Yes, I guess so," Sarah replied.

"Is it also customary to copy each other's pubic shave?" I asked, recalling what Sarah had told me a few days earlier. Carefully, I was leading the conversation to where I intended.

"Hot... isn't it?" she teased. "Just imagine their reactions every time they figured it out..."

"They?"

"The guys we hung out with..."

"And... how did they figure it out?"

Sarah smiled and replied in an insolent tone, "I'll leave it to your imagination..."

My wife's selected remarks were meant to stir my curiosity. This is how every one of her stories had been born. I had other plans though.

"Anyway... you kept that skirt all these years. Why give it away now?"

"Allyson wanted it back," Sarah casually replied. "Besides, I only used to wear it when I desired to allure men. I don't need it anymore."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Once again, my wife's words matched Allyson's, as if they had read it from the same script. How was this possible? I couldn't keep the inner turmoil quiet anymore.

"Okay... I got it... You two planned all of this earlier before my arrival... right?"

Sarah stopped folding her clothes and looked at me, seemingly puzzled by my words, "What do you mean?" For a moment we stayed quiet, trying to read each other. My wife was either a great actress or the surprise in her face was genuine. "Who planned what?" 

"Allyson told me the same thing as you... She said she used to wear the skirt when she desired to allure men; the exact same words. How do you explain it?"

"Oh... Allyson said that, did she?" Sarah replied, not answering my question. Instead she argued, "It seems to me you're becoming very comfortable with each other."

Despite her apparently accusing words, Sarah's tone was playful. She wasn't even a bit threatened.

"She also proposed to wear it for me," I dared to say.

"Why would she do such a thing?" my wife asked entertained by the idea.

"I don't know... You tell me."

Sarah didn't answer again and got inside the bed sheets. The TV show was about to begin, so I also decided to take a small break in my inquiry. However, as soon as the first commercial break kicked in, Sarah got ahead of me and asked, "So... What else did Allyson tell you?"

I found it curious that my wife was more interested in knowing what Allyson had told me than in hearing about her friend's bold proposal.

"She invited me in to her apartment," I replied. Before Sarah had time to ask it, I added, "I accepted her offer."

"You did...? Really?" my wife asked in disbelief. I nodded twice, once for each question. Then she calmly stated, "Okay."

My little adventure with Allyson was probably a subject I should have kept to myself. However, Sarah's lack of jealousy or discomfort was annoying me, so I felt more and more tempted to shock her.

I leaned over Sarah and looked her in the eyes. "Your girlfriend didn't like to find out you're telling your husband stories about her," I said, playing with the double meaning of the "girlfriend" word. "Today... in her apartment... she persuaded me to get into her bed."

Sarah smiled and reached for my hair. With her right hand she caressed me, apparently pleased with my boldness. Finally, she said, "You're such a horrible liar."

It turns out I also had the power to arouse her with my words; Sarah was aroused. The show we had been seeing was back on the TV, but neither of us was interested in it anymore.

Encouraged by the moment, I took my account one step further, "Are you sure?" I leaned even further and added, "I bet Allyson's perfume is still on me."

Sarah giggled first. Then, with her gorgeous mouth slightly open, probably a sign of astonishment, she remained static and speechless while her deep blue eyes studied me. After a while, her previous smile came back to her but, for the first time, I could also sense tension.

All of a sudden, Sarah shoved me backwards, climbed on top of me and began opening my shirt. After getting rid of the top buttons, she nuzzled my neck and inhaled.

My wife's nose was exploring the outline of my jaw when she said, "I can't believe this... You did let her touch you!"

I did? Even I was surprised with my wife's discovery.

"I can smell that slut on you," she confronted me.

It couldn't be... Allyson had only touched me for a second.

Anyway, driven by the moment and by my own intrepidity, I didn't chicken out. Instead, I boldly said, "Admit it. You sent me to fuck her."

An outraged Sarah backed off and stared at me.

"No!" my wife cried before slapping me in the face once. "How dare you?"

There was genuine anger in Sarah's countenance. Still, her slap had been too feeble compared to the aggressiveness of her words. Sarah could have hit me much harder than that. Then, after a short moment of uncertainty, she let all the tension out and attacked me...

I was expecting to be hit again but, instead, Sarah leaned over me and kissed me in the neck... in the same area she claimed to have scented Allyson's perfume. Her posture was still aggressive though, and so were her words, "You bastard! What happened in her apartment?"

I wasn't sure if this is what she meant to hear but, I still said it, "We flirted."

"And...?" Sarah insisted while her nose continued to breathe in the female scent in my neck.

"She left me alone for a while," I slowly proceeded. "When she reappeared, Allyson was wearing your short skirt."

"Did you put your cock in her?" Sarah impatiently asked.

I ignored her question and bluntly stated, "She kissed me."

I was mixing real facts with fiction. This time, I was the one with a story to tell and I wasn't going to let the truth get in the way.

"I am so mad at you!" Sarah stated before biting the flesh of my chest near my left nipple. This time, she hadn't been so gentle and I grimaced in pain. My wife wanted to punish me... but she also didn't want me to stop, "Go on!"

"She persuaded me to follow her to her room," I hesitantly continued. Was Sarah truly buying my story? Or were we role-playing? Despite her painful aggressions, she seemed to be taking it too well. "Allyson wasn't wearing anything under her skirt."

"Slut!" my wife said, again with genuine anger, but her eyes were set on me, begging me to tell her more. "I want my skirt back," she surprisingly added, before insisting again, "Did you put your cock in her?"

"Yes," I finally replied.

Right after my words, Sarah pulled my pants down. For a moment, she just stared at my erect cock, as if she was seeking any visual proof of my infidelity.

"Cheating bastard," Sarah called me before licking my shaft from the base to its tip. Obviously, there couldn't be any sign of Allyson in my penis. Still, I studied my wife's reaction to see if she had found any fictional trace of her friend's juices in me. There was no reaction on her part, though. Instead, Sarah held my penis and savored my cockhead with her lips as if it was an ice-cream.

My tale had finished much sooner than I intended. Maybe I wasn't as good as my wife at telling stories, but she didn't seem to care. After a memorable blowjob, Sarah climbed back on top of me and we had some more fun until we were both tired and satiated. 

As the excitement and arousal left me, most of my prior beliefs lost their strength. Sarah wouldn't send me, her husband, into her friend's arms. Also, she wouldn't take so lightly any infidelity from my part. This was only a game between two married people with a lot of sexual appetite and imagination. Still, in that day, Allyson had gotten in the way. I had crossed a line with her and I felt guilty about it.

Somehow, Sarah seemed to know what was on my mind.

"You didn't cheat on me," Sarah confidently stated. "Something happened today between you and Allyson, but I know you didn't cheat on me."

I perceived her words as an invitation for me to come clean.

"I didn't..." I tried.

Sarah immediately interrupted me and playfully said, "Let's make a pact."

"A pact? You mean... Like the one we had before I broke it at first chance?"

We used to have a deal: never to ask about each other's past sex lives. It lasted for quite some time, until the day I met David and the curiosity was greater than the pact. This is how my wife's first bedtime story had been born.

"Yes, a new pact," Sarah mysteriously said. "We must never justify anything we say in bed... Never! Unless... unless either of us ever feels the need to know the truth and ask for it outside this bed..."

"Okay," I agreed.

After Sarah's last words, I was sure she was going to ask me about Allyson in the next morning. Surprisingly, she did not.



Bed Talks



My wife worked on my cock for I while, saying nothing, until I couldn't hold back anymore and came in her mouth. I couldn't see her, but I'm sure she swallowed it as she always did. Then she repositioned herself by my side as before.

"Did you swallow his cum too?" I asked, feeling brazen after her blowjob, but certain that I would get a negative answer.

Much for my surprise she shortly replied, "Yes I did."

"I don't believe you," I protested.

"What better way to make an impression on him..." she argued.

What kind of impression did she want? A blowjob wasn't enough?

I was still savoring the after-moments of a powerful orgasm, but didn't want to forego hearing the remainder of her story, "What happened next?"

"Nothing happened."

"Nothing happened?" I insisted in disbelief. 

"I walked out of the room and didn't look back. I had already gotten what I wanted."

After all of her punishing me for my curiosity, her saying she had simply left him in that manner seemed too easy to be true.

"Didn't you want to feel some pleasure too?" I enquired.

"Oh, but I did feel pleasure, my love, I had had his cock in my mouth," she enthusiastically replied.

What a dirty slut! I didn't say it, but the words formed in my mind. This lewd behavior wasn't new from Sarah towards me, her husband. But I never thought she could have been so lascivious with someone whom she didn't have a relationship with. I knew Sarah had had other lovers before meeting me but, somehow in my mind, I had this idea that those sexual relationships had been bland and naïve. Now I knew better. I wasn't the only man in the world to know my wife's sexual expertise. Unless...

An old thought returned to my mind and I voiced it, "Did that really happen? You were messing with my mind, weren't you?"

Sarah's lips approached my ear and whispered, "You know it's the truth."

Her response left no margin for doubt, but I still had doubts.

"Really?" I insisted, wondering aloud.

"Now you know, my love, how bad I was. Does it turn you on?" she said as she climbed on top of me.

"Yes," I openly said, expressing my true feelings for the first time that night. It didn't make sense to pretend otherwise, not anymore.

"Does it turn you on knowing how I touched David?" she insisted and passionately kissed me on the chest.

By now I was entirely in her web, "Yes."

"Then you are a bad boy too," Sarah said playfully. She took my cock in her hands and gave it the last incentive it needed to become fully erect again. "Do you want to know what happened next?"

"You said you walked out of the room and didn't look back..."

"And I didn't lie. Nothing else happened... that day," She lead my cock to her special entrance and said in conclusion, "Let's keep that for other occasion."