Then she added hesitantly, “What if it was someone you know?”
Holy shit. My mind was racing. “That would be cool,” I said. “Like who?”
“Well . . . What if it was your best friend?” She asked reluctantly.
“Matt?” I said. “You kissed Matt?” I was utterly shocked.
“You said you wouldn’t be upset,” she said defensively.
“No! Not at all, babe. I just . . . I didn’t know you were attracted to him . . . I mean I know you guys flirted now and then, but I didn’t think . . .”
“It just kind of happened.” She said.
“I’m actually really turned on right now.” I said. “Tell me what happened.”
“Well, since you’ve been gone Matt and I been hanging out. . . .,” she quickly added, “Just as friends.” She explained, “We’ve actually been hanging out a lot . . . like all the time. You know I was getting lonely, especially when you and I would go so long without talking.”
“Sure,” I nodded in complete understanding.
“You know I get a little freaked out at night, so he stayed the night sometimes . . . on the couch.”
I nodded, trying to convey my total understanding of the situation.
“You and Matt are so much alike, ya know?” She said. “We went to a party for Matt’s work. We had to get all dressed up; it was really fancy. We were dancing and stuff and then kind of holding hands throughout the night. Anyway, he took me home and walked me up to the house. It was kind of an awkward moment because it was kind of like a date, with the dancing and holding hands and stuff, but kind of not. I mean, I’m married to his best friend.”
I nodded.
“So were you guys drunk?”
“No, no not at all. As a matter of fact we were both completely sober because I drove, and Matt only had two drinks.”
She went on.
“Well, we went to give each other a hug. The hug lasted a little longer than normal, and as we pulled back, he went to kiss me on the cheek, and that’s when it happened.”
“What happened?” I asked.
“I just kind of turned, and we kissed on the lips.”
“Like a peck, or a make-out kiss.”
“More like a make-out kiss.” She said. “It lasted a while and got pretty heavy, to be honest.”
I pictured my wife and my best friend making out passionately, and I was rock hard.
Nikki noticed. “Is this turning you on?” She asked surprised.
“Yeah, babe. I told you . . . this is my biggest fantasy. I can’t believe you cheated on me. That is so hot.”
“Are you jealous?” Nikki asked.
“Jealous?” I asked.
“Yeah . . . That I was kissing your best friend and not you?”
“Yes, but that’s why I’m turned on. I know it sounds strange, but I’m a little hurt, but at the same time I like it.”
“Yeah, the situation got me thinking a lot. And I actually kind of get it now. It’s weird — it kind of turned me on to cheat on you, knowing you’re cool with it. I don’t know why, but seeing you a little hurt turns me on too — I guess because it confirms how much you love me. I also think it’s so sweet you want to see me satisfied.”
I thought that was the end of the story. Boy was I wrong.
“When did that happen?” I asked.
“It was a while back, maybe a month and a half ago. I wanted to tell you sooner, but we didn’t have time. And I wanted to tell you face-to-face.”