Last week while we were in a very nice restaurant at the bar when she asked me about my “cheating former girlfriends and huge boobs cheating ex wife.” The bartender, a very attractive large breasted woman who was wearing an oversize, nearly transparent white buttoned blouse with three buttons open showing plenty of cleavage. It was easy to see her nipple poking the front of her blouse. When she leaned over my wife noticed that her bra was completely on display. She was standing close enough that she could hear everything my wife said to me. My wife’s conversation with me went into very intimate details I had related to her. She recounted every specific detail I had told her. Details that I had told her thinking no one else would ever hear. I tried to answer her questions very quietly but I noticed the bartender looking over the top of her glasses and stayed close enough to hear our discussions. My wife then told me how much she liked my ex and that they had been meeting lately and “we’ve been ah… talking. You know, girl talk, comparing notes.” Eventually my wife asked me if I would answer a question for her, mind you with the bartender still ever so close to hear her ask me.
Finally she asked if I ever wondered if she was cheating too with any other men, or any of my friends, or even with that professor lesbian friend of hers.
I was shocked and stunned and it took a minute before I emphatically told her how much I trusted her. “Well, that certainly wasn’t a no,” she noted with little flirting glance to and the bartender. She then asked, “Do you want me to be like them, and cheat too?”
I couldn’t speak for about a minute. I was completely staggered.
The bartender had now stopped any pretense of pretending not to listen and looked right at me as she leaned into the bar top showing us her delicious breasts, waiting for me to answer. My wife clearly noticed then just stared at me grinning but impatiently waiting for an answer. I was only saved by the fact that we were called to our table. The bartender continued to stare at me and my wife moved in close to hand her a tip. I don’t think they noticed that I saw their hands touch, then held each others hands for a moment looking into each others eyes. Then I saw my wife give the bartender her business card as they both smiled longingly at each other.
We do have sex often, but I cannot get these images and notions out of my head. I think I need to let her take her time before letting me in on her secret life. Am I doing the right thing?
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