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."
"You can tell me if you think he's better than me at sex."
"It's probably better because it's not you. It's sex with someone else - someone that's not my husband. And the fact it's your best friend makes it more exciting. Does that make sense?"
"I think so. I just want the truth, like we talked about. I promised I wouldn't ask anything I'm not ready to hear." I waited.
"Truthfully? I guess it's better."
"I can't believe you are sleeping with my best friend. And he's a lot better than me in bed."
"Does that make you jealous?"
"Yes. Incredibly." I said.
"Good," Nikki smiled. "I want you to be jealous. . . . it shows you love me." She smiled.
"I admit it kind of turns me on when I'm getting ready for him. Honestly if you were watching me get ready for him, you'd be so upset that I'm not doing it for you."
"If I watched you guys having sex would I be upset?"
""I don't know how you'd feel if you saw how I get when I am with him. . . . You'd probably be upset," Nikki giggled.
"Why?"
"You don't really want to know."
"Is he bigger than me?"
"Are you sure you want me to answer that?"
"Yes."
"Then yes, he's bigger than you. And so we do things I've never done with you. Plus he lasts a lot longer than you do, so I'm able to have an orgasm . . . I wish you could do that to me." Realizing she may have taken it too far, she said, "Aw, I'm sorry sweetie. I didn't mean it like that."
"What was your favorite part?" I asked.
"My favorite part? It was when he was inside me and he told me he wanted to claim me. . . to make me his. I know that probably hurts you, but it was my favorite part."
"Holy shit," I said. "So are you guys, like, dating?"
"Well that's something we should talk about. We're not dating. I wanted to talk to you first."
"Well do you want to be dating?"
"It depends. Are you sure you can handle me cheating on you like this?"
"I am, for sure."
"Do you want me to keep seeing him? Like in a boyfiend-girlfriend relationship, not just sex?"
"Sure. If that's what you want."
"I mean, I'm not opposed to dating him. I like him, and we have fun together. I'm attracted to him, we have chemistry, and the sex is amazing. If things go well, and if you're ok with it, which it sounds like you are, I would consider 'dating' him like boyfriend-girlfriend."
I was having a hard time controlling not cumiming. Nikki noticed, "Aw, look at you sweetie, you're getting all worked up. Are you jealous?"
"I am going to blow my load if we keep talking like this."
Nikki giggled, flattered that I was so turned on by her.
I said, "Plus, I love that little outfit you're wearing."
"Thanks sweetie. I'm actually going out with Matt in a bit, and I wanted to wear something sexy for him. . . . I can't believe I can tell you this. You're the best husband."
"I am so turned on . . . the way you are kind of denying me is so hot -- humiliating, but in a good way."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I like the adrenaline rush . . . even though I know you would never leave me, the risk that Matt is taking you away from me is a rush."
"I know what you mean. I will never leave you . . . but it is like I've taken something from you and given it to Matt. . . . I guess the question is how far should we go with that?"
"As far as you are comfrortable," I said. "What does this relationship look like -- I mean with the three of us?"
"I've thought a lot about that. Matt and I have discussed it too. . . . I have to go soon. Matt will be here in a bit. I don't want you to go away frustrated. Do you want to play a little game?"
"I don't know how much I'll be able to play. I'm about to blow my load now."
Nikki giggled. "I have an idea. I'll tell you what's on my mind. If you don't like it, just stop playing what you're doing," she said, referring to me masturbating.
"I'll know to back off and we can talk about something else. But if you like it, and if you want to cum tonight, I'll take it as permission to live out my fantasy. Deal?"
"Deal!" I said a bit too enthusiastically.
Nikki turned around showing me her ass beneath her little dress.
"I love your ass, your body," I said.
Nikki turned and looked directly into my eyes. "So does Matt," she said very seriously. She stared at me for a moment testing my reaction. Testing the waters to see how I'd handle the humiliation.
Then she said, "Since you are ok with all of this, and it's obviously turning you on, I have something to tell you. . . . I told Matt that if you were ok with everything, I'd give him something special tonight." Then Nikki looked at the camera and smiled. "Do you want to see what I'm wearing under this dress?"
I nodded.
"Do you want to see what I'm wearing for my boyfriend?" Nikki got up and left for a minute. She returned wearing the white sheer lingerie she wore on our wedding night. It was a sheer teddy with a bow tied in back. Underneath the teddy, I could see the sheer bra and tiny thong panties that barely covered her pussy.
"If you don't want me to wear this I won't. I don't want you to be angry. But I do want you to make you jealous. I thought it would make you really jealous if I wore the lingerie I wore on our wedding night. It's symbolic. Remember what happened?" Nikki took off the teddy, so now she was sitting there in her skimpy lingerie.
I could hardly breathe. I remembered very well. I couldn't get hard because I had too much to drink. We didn't even have sex on our wedding night. I remember how disappointed Nikki seemed at the time. That she would bring this up hurt deeply.
She continued, "I have a special night planned for Matt. And if you keep masturbating, I swear I'm going to do it."
Of course I kept masturbating. "Do what?" I asked hesitantly.
"I'm going to give Matt what you couldn't have. I'm going to let him claim me and do to me what I wish you could have done on our wedding night."
"You mean . . .?" I stammered.
"Can you handle it if I let him take me naturally -- without a condom and let him cum inside me? Because I want that. I want to feel him like that."
I stared at Nikki without saying a word.
"Does that hurt?" She asked. "You need to tell me right now, because unless you tell me otherwise . . . until you get back . . . I'm his." Nikki looked dead into my eyes and added, "Completely."
"If you're ok with that, I need you to say it. Tell me you want your friend to take me away from you until you get back."
I choked out, "I want Matt to take you."
Nikki smiled. "Ok, if you say so."
"Tell me more," I said desperately.
"How he does things to me that you have never done? How he's so much bigger and better than you?"
I almost came again. I was trying to hold off.
"You want me to tell you how Matt is always ready for me. How I get him really hard with my mouth?"
"What about when I get back? What if I were there?" I asked.
"I don't want to stop seeing him if that's what you're asking. This was your idea, and it wouldn't be fair to ask me to stop."
"I wish I were there. I want you so bad right now."
"I wish you were here too, baby."
"I would ravish you," I said.
"I don't think so," she teased.
"What, you wouldn't sleep with me?" I asked, confused.
"Honestly, I'd have to make sure we're being fair to Matt too. He's not into the cheating thing like you are. . . . I might only let you sleep with me right after I've been with Matt. Plus, I want you to feel how I am right after being with him . . . "
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I want you to feel the difference so you know you still have to fight for me. When you are inside of me and feel how stretched out I am because of your friend, and that I'm allowing you to be there, and that I don't need you in that way, it would be a reminder of how important you are to me for emotional reasons, not physical."
"I wish I could watch. Can you Skype me when you two are together?"
"Maybe sometime."
"I'm going to cum."
"Not yet," Nikki smiled."Matt's going to be here in a second. I want you to do me a favor."
"Anything," I said.
"In two hours, that is about 8:30, we'll be done with dinner and back here. I will have told Matt about our little conversation. At 8:30 I want you to think about what we are doing. What I'm letting him do to me. I want you to think about our conversation and what your friend is taking from you. Then I want you to cum."
Just then there was a knock at Nikki's doore. I heard a voice. "Hey Nik." Nikki smiled. "Gotta go baby. My boyfriend is here." She bit her lip as if to apologize, mouthed, "Sorry! I love you," and hung up.