I fantasized she had another guy take the pictures and purposely sent them to me to hint at fulfilling my fantasy.
Friday evening rolled around. I Skyped Nikki. She was looking sexy as hell. She lay on our bed on her stomach swinging her pretty little feet. I love her feet, which she knows, so I was sure she was teasing me. She was wearing a tiny light sun dress that said “fuck me” all over it. I could see her thong panties through her dress. To me it seemed obvious we were going to have a little fun.
“I really miss you sweetie,” she said sweetly. “I love you so much.” Later, thinking back, she said these things almost apologetically — like she was buttering me up for something, like she did when she wanted me to buy her a new purse or shoes at the store.
We chatted casually for a while. How’s work? How was your week? Are you ok on money? Etc. The whole time she seemed just a little nervous. Finally I broached the subject.
“Is everything all right?” I asked.
Nikki looked down with a more serious expression. She bit her lip and looked up at me innocently (fuck I love that).
“I need to tell you something. . . But I don’t want you to get upset.”
My heart skipped a beat. “What’s wrong Nikki?” I asked.
She paused, then sighed. “Do you remember that fantasy you kept talking about?”
“What, hooking up with two women?” I joked, which seemed to put her slightly more at ease.
“No, silly,” she giggled. “The one where you said you wanted me to cheat on you and then tell you about it.”
“Yeah . . . and then watch you with the other guy,” I added. Where was this going? I wondered. I will point out, at the time, I did not for a second believe Nikki would be capable of cheating on me. While she had a higher sex drive than I did, she was too sweet, too innocent to actually go through with it.
“Would you want it to happen?” she asked matter-of-factly.
I felt like the world stopped. Did I hear that correctly?
“What?” I asked. “What do you mean?” I stammered.
“I mean, your fantasy where I cheat on you. When you said you really wanted it to happen, were you serious, or just playing around?”
My head was racing. “No, I think I’d want it to happen. Why? Are you thinking about cheating on me?”
“I just . . . I just need to know for sure if you would really want that, because I would never want to do anything to jeopardize our relationship.”
“No, I mean it wouldn’t really be cheating if you told me about it and if I was ok with it, which I would be as long as you were honest with me and told me everything.”
“So if something happened, you’d be ok with it . . . for sure? As long as I was honest?”
“Definitely. I love you and as long as you and I are ok, I would love that.”
“So if I told you I kissed someone, you wouldn’t be angry?”
Holy shit, I thought. She kissed another guy! I tried to stay calm, but I my adrenaline was racing.
“Not at all!” I said feigning calmness. Nikki hadn’t actually admitted anything. I thought I’d help her become a little less reluctant. “Was he a good kisser?” I asked.
Nikki seemed a little caught off guard by the question. “Yeah . . . he was good.”