“We just talked,” I told him, “and she seemed to be open the idea – I wasn’t sure if she’d back out once we got naked though. But more importantly, how was she after I left? Did you guys talk? Was she really okay with it?” She might have said so to me, but Matt was her husband and I expected she’d be more honest with him. Before this week, she and I had met maybe three times, though I’d known Matt since we were kids.
He laughed. “Well, first we had sex because I thought I was going to explode when she came with you licking her.” He shook his head. “But yeah, we talked after. She said she was kind of embarrassed but she admitted that she enjoyed it.” He glanced over to me quickly and started, “In fact…” He paused.
“In fact, what??” I demanded. “C’mon, Matt, don’t do this to me! What??” I tried to stop my thinking processes altogether, not wanting to become hopeful.
“Well,” he said, clearly enjoying drawing out my torture. “She actually said that it made her want to experience it from the other side of things.” He had the biggest grin on his face now.
“You mean…” I started to say, but he interrupted.
“Oh yes. She wants to do you. She wants to try going down on you.”
Holy Fuck. This was more than I had imagined. I felt my pulse beat in my groin and pressed my thighs together while we waited at a red light. Matt had turned to look at me and I’m sure he could imagine my thoughts.
“Well,” I said, after clearing my throat. “I think you can guess my answer to that.”
I frowned. “So…will this just be another girl-on-girl event or will you be involved too this time?” I asked.
“I didn’t ask her about that,” he said. “I’m not sure how she’d feel about seeing me have sex with another woman and I didn’t want to freak her out so that she’d bail altogether. I think she might be okay with me doing stuff to her at the same time, too, though, ” he finished.
I was totally okay with that, I thought. I’m more of a voyeur than an exhibitionist anyway. He pulled up at the gym and parked the car. This was going to be one well-needed workout.
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“More wine?” Matt asked and I swear he smirked when we both immediately held out our glasses. We were puttering around the kitchen, cleaning up after another enjoyable dinner. The wine had flowed fairly steadily since the start of supper preparations and I had tried to put thoughts of any post-supper activity out of my mind. Liane and I had teased Matt about everything under the sun and he had suffered it with good humour.
There had been no discussion about last night’s seduction or any indication that there might be a repeat performance this evening. Liane was being flirty, though, I noticed. Maybe more than yesterday? Or was I reading too much into her behaviour? She certainly seemed relaxed which reassured me that she wasn’t feeling regret or embarrassment. I watched her hands gesture animatedly as she told a story about someone at work last week and thought about how long her fingers were, how delicate, how soft her skin was…