“I totally understand,” I said. Of course I was wondering what, if anything happened since then.
“So I want to be totally honest with you. . . . .” She continued.
“Absolutely,” I said. I waited. “So there’s more, I take it?”
Nikki looked down at her hands and nodded. “Yes,” she said.
“Did he stay the night?” I asked.
“Yes.” Nikki said, still reluctant. “Before we go on, I want you to know I would never leave you or anything. You are the man of my dreams, and I totally want to be married to you. I love you and only you.”
“I know that babe. I love you too, that’s why I want you to be happy. I want you to tell me everything. Just promise you will tell me the truth, no matter what.” I said.
“Are you sure?” Nikki asked innocently.
“I’m sure.”
“Ok, I promise. Just be careful what you ask.”
My hands were shaking from a combination of excitement, fear, jealousy, and an entire range of new emotions.
“Where did he sleep?” I asked.
Everything from this point forward seemed to happen in slow motion. Her words became slow and deliberate.
Nikki hesitated. “Not on the couch.”
The words, Not on the couch lingered. They hung there, taunting me. Everything now seemed to happen in slow motion. Her words became slow and deliberate. I felt like I was having an out-of-body experience.
“In our bed?” I heard myself ask.
Nikki nodded.
“Did you do more than kiss?”
“Yes,” she said.
“A lot more?”
Nikki nodded.
“Did you and Matt have sex?” I asked.
Nikki didn’t say anything for a moment. Then she said, almost inaudibly, “Yes.”
I was awestruck and didn’t say anything for a minute. Then she said, “Are you mad?”
“No, Nikki. Not at all. I’m fucking turned on. I’m in disbelief, but totally turned on.”
When Nikki saw that I was not upset, as confirmed by my raging hard-on, she seemed relieved.
“I was so afraid to tell you, it’s been torture. I kind of knew you’d be ok with it because of what you told me, but not being able to tell you was hard.”
“So was that a one-time thing, or did you sleep with him again?”
“No. . . . I mean, no, it wasn’t just that once.”
“How many times?”
“I don’t know . . . I mean, I didn’t keep count.”
“Was it a lot?”
Nikki paused.
“Kind of,” she said softly.
“So it’s kind of an on-going thing?”
“I mean . . . I guess you could say that. Kind of.”
“Like every day?”
“Just about,” she said.
“I’m so turned on right now.”
I was having a hard time not playing with myself. Nikki sensed it and said, “If you want . . . I mean, you can . . . if it’s turning you on.” She said reluctantly.
I immediately unzipped my pants and started slowly stroking my cock. Nikki smiled.
“You can ask me anything,” Nikki said, almost as if to console me. “Just please don’t ask anything you aren’t prepared for.”
“How is it? Is it good?”
“What, the sex? Yeah, it’s good. I mean, it’s sex.”
“Is it better than with me?” I asked.
“I don’t know if I’d say better. It’s different, you know?”
“Well you and I only have sex like twice a week at the most, and you and Matt are doing it every day.”
“Well, that’s because you are tired most of the time and not in the mood.”