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  “What’s so funny?” she asked.

  I couldn’t help but shake with laughter just a little bit. The situation was just too ridiculous.

  “I already told you I didn’t mind if you got up to a little hanky-panky with him,” I said.

  Abby bit her lip. “You said you didn’t mind if there was maybe some making out, some heavy petting. You never said it was okay if I slept with him. Hell, I figured going out into the woods without you was taking things too far. I thought the blowjob was definitely taking things a little too far. I just got so overwhelmed, things got out of control…”

  I reached out and stroked her cheek.

  “We didn’t agree to that, but it was so hot,” I said. “And it made me realize that I want this. I want everything.”

  “Everything? Are you sure?”

  “If that’s what you want,” I said.

  Abby tried to look away but I used my hand on her cheek to pull her back until our eyes were locked with one another. “Is that what you want honey? Do you want to fuck him?”

  She looked down. “I don’t know. Tonight was so hot, but I’m still not one hundred percent sure. It would be so hot!”

  “What would make you feel better about this? Better about trying it?”

  “You’re absolutely certain you want this?”

  “Fuck yes! The question is do you want it?”

  “I think I do. I’d just have to meet with him in person to be sure. Talk about things with him one-on-one. Make sure he’s on the same page as us, make sure he knows this is just a fling and not a relationship. He needs to know I’m not looking to replace you, just to have a little fun on the side.”

  I grinned. “I’m sure he’d love being your piece on the side.”

  Abby grinned right back at me. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind either, but I have to talk to him about a few things first.”

  I shrugged. “So how about you meet him for a lunch date tomorrow? Talk things over?”

  “You’d be okay with that?”

  “I’m okay with whatever you work out as long as I get to watch and you’re not falling for the guy.”

  Abby laughed. “Fall for cowboy horse boy? He’s hot, but no. Not a chance of that. I’m a one-man woman, and you’re that man.”

  Abby’s face twisted as though she’d just eaten something particularly sour. “Okay so maybe I’m more than a one-man woman, but you’re the only man I want to come home to at the end of the day.”

  “Close enough,” I said. “Why don’t you text him and see what he’s up to tomorrow? If things go well maybe we could all come back to the house for a little fun.”

  Abby got her phone out and started tapping on it as we made our way into her house. He must’ve been waiting right at his phone because it almost immediately buzzed. She looked up at me. Smiled.

  “Lunch is a go tomorrow.”

  Earlier in the day her saying something like that probably would’ve twisted my insides into a nervous mess. Only now I was just turned on. I couldn’t wait to see what tomorrow brought.

  14: Lunch Date

  I always felt weird in Abby’s old room. Her parents hadn’t changed anything since she left for college, and so it was as though I was in a room that was a window into my wife’s life when she was a teenager.

  She even still had up old pictures of her and David from back in the day. A picture of them smiling at some theme park. A picture of them smiling outside the stadium I’d seen as just a dark silhouette against an even darker night sky last night when we were leaving the reunion. Before I’d always felt a flash of jealousy when I saw those pictures, but now as I looked at them I felt something different. Arousal. Burning desire.

  It was definitely a bit of a change from how I felt the last time we came up to visit for the holidays.

  The predominant theme in her room was pink. And lace. Basically imagine your typical girl’s bedroom and you’re close. Except hers was pretty damn big. Her dad was one of the few doctors in their small town and so he lived comparatively well. She said he was only out earned by a few of the richer farmers who lived out in the country, but as far as living in the actual town he had about the nicest house you could get. So her room was a huge. So huge that I hesitated to even call it a room. A queen-size bed dominated one part of it, and there were posters strewn along the wall. The room actually ran the entire length of the upstairs, and there was an attached bathroom with a large shower as well.

  Yeah, for a small town girl my wife had certainly lived large when she was growing up. No siblings helped.

  I was leaning back on her bed listening to the sound of her shower running and waiting to see what she was going to wear for her lunch date. I couldn’t help but think of it that way. Though it wasn’t really a date so much as preparing for a hook up. At least I hoped it would turn into preparing for a hook up.

  The shower shut off and I heard her moving around in the bathroom. Briefly I considered going over to see what she was doing, but decided against it. I wanted to be surprised by the whole package. She said she had a special surprise for me, and I definitely didn’t want to ruin my special surprise, whatever it was. So I forced myself to sit back and half paid attention to the TV.

  It was an old-style TV, not even a flat-panel. No, it was a squat box sitting on top of one of her dressers and angled towards her bed. It was a big box, to be sure, but it had cable attached to it at least. She told me there were some people who lived out in the country in this area who still didn’t have cable.

  I wondered how they lived.

  I wasn’t really paying attention to what was on TV anyways. No, all my senses were keyed in on the sounds coming from her bathroom. They were familiar sounds, and yet they were different at the same time. She was using the old equipment she had from when she was growing up. I imagined these were the same sounds she used to make when she was getting ready to go out on a date with him, and surprisingly enough even that thought was enough to make my cock rock hard. I was amazed at the extent that this fantasy had taken hold of my imagination that I was a getting turned on just by thinking back ten years to when she was doing this that fateful summer.

  Finally the noise came to an end and I turned towards her bathroom. I licked my lips in anticipation as the light turned off and she stepped out. My eyes widened and my mouth dropped.

  “Damn.”

  Abby did a quick twirl in her outfit. She wore a pair of short sparkly shorts that had no doubt been sitting in her dresser for a decade waiting for her to return. Up above she had on the shirt. The same shirt I recognized from that picture I pulled out in the attic a few weeks ago. Sure it looked different now because it was mostly buttoned up instead of buttoned down revealing most of her body, but I would recognize that shirt anywhere. I didn’t even realize she still had the thing!

  “You like?” she asked with a giggle.

  “I definitely like!”

  “I wasn’t even sure I’d fit into them after all these years,” she said.

  She ran her hands up and down her body which made me think of how I’d love running my hands up and down her body while she was wearing that outfit. It also made me think about how much David would probably love to run his hands up and down her body, especially after the little performance they had last night.

  “Are you kidding honey?” I asked, incredulity clearly making its way into my voice. “You’re in better shape now than you were ten years ago!”

  Abby walked over and plopped down on the bed. I was painfully aware of just how close she was. Just how nice it felt having her warmth next to me. Sure I’d had a little fun with her the night before, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t interested in maybe having a little more fun right here. Right now.

  Only it seemed like she was reading my mind. She scooted away just as I leaned towards her. At that very moment I wanted nothing more than to fuck my wife in those old clothes on her old bed while I was imagining that I was him.

  “You know the rules,” s
he said.

  I blinked. “The rules?”

  “Yeah, I just thought of one,” she said. “If you’re going to have me go out to try and seduce a guy then there’s going to be no hanky-panky for you until we do it.”

  I groaned but I guess she had a point. I was so turned on right now. I was so fucking hot. If I went ahead and fucked her now then there was a very real danger I’d lose interest, or at the very least the feelings wouldn’t be quite as intense. No, I needed to save myself. I needed to hold myself in reserve. I needed to make sure I squeezed every bit of enjoyment out of this forbidden fantasy we were preparing to indulge.

  Abby stood and walked halfway across the room and did a little turn. I was pretty sure she was deliberately putting some extra sway into her movements. Her ass was definitely looking very nice in those impossibly tight shorts. She stopped and did another quick twirl showing off the full ensemble.

  Sandals covering her feet. Her gorgeous tanned legs running all the way up to those shorts where I thought I could make out just the barest hint of her ass cheeks and maybe a pair of bright pink panties peeking out from underneath. That button down shirt up above with a couple of buttons undone down below revealing her flat toned stomach and her belly button but still not revealing nearly as much as she had in that picture. Up above I could see a hint of her cleavage and what looked like a matching pink bra. And finally there was her beautiful face smiling at me. She’d done herself up to the nines with glittering eye shadow, but not overdone. Her hair fell down past her shoulders and she looked wonderful.

  She was irresistible. The only thing that was keeping me from jumping her was that I knew she’d just pull away if I lunged for her. Something told me this wasn’t the best time to play our little game of keep away in the bedroom. Something told me I needed to just wait, let things happen.

  “So you think David will like it?”

  “Like it? I think he’s going to love it!”

  Abby moved back across the room. She leaned down so her face was inches from mine. She leaned forward and brushed her lips against mine, the taste of her lip gloss coming off on my own lips. I instinctively started rubbing my lips together to spread it around in a weird little thing I did whenever she kissed me. I loved the taste of her, and I loved the taste of the lip glosses she chose, though this was one I hadn’t enjoyed for maybe a decade. It tasted like something from back when we first started dating.

  She grinned. “I grabbed one of my old ones. It turns out that stuff never expires.”

  “Talk about bringing back memories,” I said.

  Her grin grew even wider and her hand moved down to my cock. “That’s the idea, right?”

  I couldn’t help it. She was too tempting. She looked too amazing. The taste of that old lip gloss brought back memories and I had to have her. Had to take her right now. I didn’t care about the consequences. I reached out and wrapped my hand around her slim waist, moved it up under her shirt. Her eyes widened and she smiled. She also made no move to stop me.

  I was in the process of pulling her towards me when I heard a faint rumbling. A faint rumbling that was growing louder and louder. Abby turned towards the stairs leading from her room down to the main level of the house and a huge grin split her face. She turned back to me and winked before pulling back. As the rumbling came to a stop somewhere in front of the house Abby’s phone buzzed. She pulled it out of her back pocket and her eyes ran across the screen. She looked up at me.

  “Moment of truth,” she said. “He’s out there.”

  “Moment of truth? I thought we already had that.”

  “Yeah, but you still have time to back out. I can still tell him I changed my mind. But if I go down there…”

  The implication was clear enough. If she went down there then this was happening. This was my last chance to pull the emergency brake. This was my last chance to put a stop to this before it potentially blew up in our faces.

  “Were playing with fire baby,” I said.

  Abby leaned down and kissed me, a lingering kiss. Her mouth opened and my tongue slipped between her lips. Only just as it was getting good, just as my cock started really throbbing, she pulled away from me and patted my cheek.

  “We’re not playing with fire. You’re my one and only, even if I do go through with this.”

  I smiled. “That’s all I need to hear. Go. Have fun. And hopefully I’ll see you soon.”

  She looked over her shoulder one last time as she sashayed out of the room. “We’ll see…”

  15: Waiting Game

  I flopped back on Abby’s bed and let out a large sigh I didn’t even realize I was holding in as of that rumbling outside grew louder and then started to fade. That had to be the sound of David and his massive truck going away with my wife in the passenger seat. With my wife sitting her delicious ass on the bench seat that I’d fucked her on just the night before. On the bench seat he’d probably dreamed about fucking her on so many times in the past, but never got the chance to if she was telling the truth about their experience.

  I turned my attention back to the television but there was no distraction to be found there. No, I was too preoccupied with the thought of my wife in his truck. With the thought of what they might be talking about. What they might be doing. Chances are they were just going somewhere in town, but I had no way of knowing and the anticipation, the lack of knowing, was killing me. It was driving me absolutely insane.

  I thought about what must be running through his head as he had her in his truck for the first time in years. As they reenacted some of the experiences they’d shared back when they were barely adults. As he looked over and saw her in that outfit she’d hadn’t worn in over a decade, an outfit that was a reminder of the one night when she’d been the closest to giving herself over to him completely. I suppose it was sort of fitting and symbolic that she decided to wear that today of all days.

  I also wondered what must be going through her head. I imagined it was a lot more complicated than what was going through his. He probably just had one overriding concern, getting into my wife’s pants after that performance last night had shown she was more than willing to let him. Or at least she might be more than willing to let him.

  But Abby, Abby was more complicated. She was probably thinking about what she’d done with David the night before. Old memories were probably flooding back to her as she rode in his truck. She’d be taking in the feel, the smell, the look of him sitting right there just like he had over a decade ago as though no time had gone by. She’d be listening to the familiar sound of the truck’s engine rumbling. And I hoped she’d maybe spare a thought for me. Spare a thought for how torturous this was for me as I was sitting waiting for any indication that something was going to happen.

  I imagined it was still a little bit of an awkward situation for her. I know I still felt a little weird about this. What kind of guy gives his wife permission to step out on him, after all? Only it was something I was compelled to do. It was an obsession that I had to indulge. It was an itch that I had to scratch. And it seemed like she was more than happy to go along with it, but I imagined that didn’t stop the doubts she was no doubt feeling. It certainly wasn’t stopping the doubts that were still tickling at the back of my mind even if arousal was winning the day.

  For now.

  My phone buzzed. I picked it up and swiped at the screen. A message. From Abby.

  Abby: we made it to the diner. He insisted on ordering for me like old times.

  Well that was interesting, but it wasn’t exactly what I was hoping for. I was hoping for some sort of update on the fantasy situation, but I guess this was as good as anything. I guess him ordering for her was sort of like he was taking command. That was a step in the right direction, right?

  I was kidding myself. I was grasping at straws. I was trying to come up with anything that would keep me from going crazy as I imagined them sitting together at some diner, probably the same diner they’d sat at back when they were dating,
catching up on old times. I wondered if she was going to chicken out. If she wasn’t going to tell him what she was really there for. I had no way of knowing until she texted me.

  I decided not to text anything back to her. I flipped through a few channels before my phone buzzed again. I looked down at the timestamp and was surprised to realize I’d been flipping through channels for a good fifteen minutes without actually seeing anything. Was I really that preoccupied?

  Abby: I’m really nervous, I just told him I had a lot of fun last night. He’s asking about you.

  I wondered if this was the point where I should step in. Where I should try to reassure her. She was out there because of my fantasy, after all, and the problem was I had no idea how she should proceed. It’s not like there was a manual for this sort of thing. Or if there was a manual for this sort of thing we certainly hadn’t bothered to consult it before throwing her to the wolves. To her ex-boyfriend. Whatever.

  Another text. My phone lit up. I read it voraciously.

  Abby: he just asked me if I wanted to do a lot more than what we did last night. What should I tell him? ;)

  I licked my lips and started tapping at my phone. She asked me for a response. She’d asked me what to do.

  Me: invite him back to your place

  Abby: but my husband is waiting back at my place, how would he react!

  Me: are you wondering how I would react or how David would react?

  Abby: both of you, silly!

  Me: well you know how I’d react. The question is how does he feel about it?

  Abby: only one way to find out ;)

  I fell back against Abby’s bed again and waited for my phone to buzz. I wasn’t even going to try to do something else. All of my thoughts were on them sitting at that diner. On the conversation they must be having right about now. How would he react to her saying she wanted to take him back to her old room and fuck his brains out? How would he react to hearing that her husband was also waiting back here and oh, by the way, he would also very much like to watch the festivities?