Seducing my friend’s wife and letting him watch
“Matt should be home pretty soon,” Liane told me, as she preheated the oven. We were getting supper ready; salad with baked salmon was on the menu, and a bottle of white wine was chilling in the fridge. “He goes to the gym after work on Fridays”, she continued, “but he’ll have a quick shower when he gets home. I admit it’s nice to have some girl time, and a chance to get to know you better.” She was scooping some baby spinach into a large bowl, and I leaned against the counter, glad to be done with work for the day.
“Thanks so much for letting me stay with you guys,” I said. “I wouldn’t have been able to afford to go to this conference, if I’d had to pay for a hotel room too.” The three-day conference had ended that day, but I’d arranged to stay in town for the weekend, just to visit.
I’d know Matt for years — we were childhood friends, but his wife and I had only met a few times and I was looking forward to spending time with both of them. From everything Matt had told me about her, Liane was smart and fun, and kind of like me in many ways — if a bit sweeter. People have always told me that I look naïve and something like a bookish librarian, but…the people that know me well know that there are definitely some edges underneath the innocent appearance.
Liane, though, seemed to be sweet and innocent both inside and out — or that’s what her husband had implied. She was a few years older than me, and I was pushing 40, but she had a natural beauty and easily looked 10 years younger than I knew her to be. I envied how she could get by with almost no makeup; I tended to be a bit too self-critical for that. She was still dressed in her work clothes: casual dark grey pants with a pale blue blouse, that brought out the soft blue of her eyes. She wore her straight blonde hair loose and hanging just past her shoulders, tucking it behind her ear as she worked on the salad. My curly mass of red-brown hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, and I was dressed more casually in dark blue jeans and a black t-shirt.
She smiled at me and ate a piece of red pepper she was slicing. “Kate, we wouldn’t have dreamed of you staying in a hotel when we have the extra room here. Plus, it’s more fun for all of us too.”
I smiled back, “Well, thanks again. I’ll make the dressing, if you like,” I offered.
“That would be great,” she replied and got out the oil and balsamic for me, along with a small cup.
“I’m so happy the two of you found each other.” I told her honestly, mixing together a simple vinaigrette. Matt had dated a lot of women, but never seemed to find someone who treated him as well as he deserved. He was a decent guy, but seemed drawn to the wrong type of women.
“I feel pretty lucky to have met him,” she agreed.
“Matt’s the lucky one,” I responded, shaking my head, and laughed. “If I were a man, you’d completely be my type, you know. And actually, I don’t need to be a man to appreciate how lovely you are.” And she was. She was about my height — 5’6″, though slimmer than I was, with high, full breasts, and a bright smile. Maybe it was her sense of humour, and the fact that she had been laughing at my jokes all week. I was a sucker for that. I started to wonder if I was getting a bit of crush on my friend’s wife. I’m not bisexual, per se, but I’d consider myself…heteroflexible, I guess. I’d never dated a woman, but I could certainly recognize an attractive one.