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“Was that real life?” Linda asks, laughing as she joins Bob on their bed. “I thought threesomes only happened on TV!”
She’s wearing a pair of pink underwear, but Bob is still naked underneath their blankets. He stretches an arm out, joining their hands and anchoring Linda to him. He’s not the jealous type, never has been, but there’s a difference between letting minor flirtations roll off his back and actually watching another man undress his wife.
Linda pulls her hand away, but it’s only so she can throw both arms around Bob’s shoulders and wrap him in a hug. He closes his eyes, breathing in her scent, realizing in a sudden burst of clarity that this is exactly what he needed.
A chuckle escapes him. It’s a relief to know that absolutely nothing has changed between them, and that Linda still feels exactly the same way in his arms that she did four hours ago.
“Woo!” She cheers, tightening her squeeze. “See, Bobby? I told ya we don’t have to get all old and boring just cause we’re married.”
Bob just murmurs into hair, something like yeah or uh-huh, or you were right. At the moment, he’s a little too overwhelmed to do anything but melt into his wife’s embrace.
“Wasn’t that sexy?” Linda asks. “So hot, right? I feel like a porn star!”
“Mmph, mm mmph mmph mm mmph.”
Linda wriggles out of Bob’s grip, pulling away so that his voice won’t be so muffled.
“What’d you say, hon? I couldn’t understand you.”
“Sorry. I said: yeah, I know what you mean. I never thought I’d actually do something like that.”
Thoughts come pouring back into Bob’s brain, the same ones he’s sure will continue to invade his memory for the remainder of the week and beyond.
It had all started with Linda, of course. When she and Bob spotted the tall, dark-haired man at the bar, neither one of them had been able to focus on anything else.
It was Linda who finally put a voice to what they were both thinking, whispering threesome? in Bob’s ear without a hint of embarrassment. They’d played with the idea in the past, but never had the idea felt so possible.
When Bob agreed, he never really imagined the hot stranger would entertain them. Linda alone, probably, but the whole marriage thing makes them kind of a package deal.
The way it all happened still feels like a blur. Linda marching toward the stranger, turning her charm up to eleven. Buying beer, cocktails, and spirits, none of which they could really afford, before eventually stumbling into the backseat of a cab.
The man kissed Bob first—a decision he still can’t fathom considering Linda was right there and more than willing. But then he was kissing her, too, and then all three of them were drunkenly pawing at each other.
By the time they arrived at the apartment, Bob was too drunk and too horny for nerves. Everything moved quickly, his drunk brain capturing scattered flashbulb pictures of the man kneeling in front of him, his hands grabbing at Linda’s tits, and the three of them all tangled up in a mess of hands and lips.
“What was your favorite part?” Linda asks, tracing a finger flirtatiously across his chest.
Before he can answer, she holds up a hand.
“Wait! Don’t tell me yet. Let me get comfy!”
In a fluid motion that moves too fast for him to track, she flops her head on his chest and throws his arm around her. After moving his hand to her hair in a silent command to play with it, she closes her eyes with a contented sigh.
“Okay.” She says. “Now tell me. Don’t hold back! I wanna know everything you were thinking.”
Threading fingers through Linda’s hair helps Bob focus, and he feels himself beginning to sober up as every sense narrows in on her soft breathing and soft hair.
“Well, I liked when he was…uh.”
He clears his throat, embarrassment sinking in.
“Playing with your nipples?” His statement turns into a question, like he’s not quite sure if should actually be saying it. “That was really nice.”
Bob’s never been totally on board with the concept of sex tapes, but seeing Linda from a new angle showed him exactly why people like them.
Watching her be intimate with someone other than himself was…surreal, definitely. But also kind of hot? He got to step back, witnessing in real time how every inch of her body responded to touch.
“He was good at that!” Linda laughs. “Do you think he minded my ratty old bra?”
Bob smiles, amused. If there’s one thing all three of them had agreed on, it was getting Linda’s bra off as soon as humanly possible.
“I really don’t think he cared.” He says honestly. “He probably didn’t even notice. He loved your boobs, Lin.”
She peers up at him, smiling shyly as her cheeks turn pink. Linda hardly ever blushes, so it’s particularly cute when she does.
“He did, didn’t he? And he liked everything about you, Bobby. He couldn’t wait to get his mouth on my special guy!”
She squeezes his penis when she says this, just in case her meaning wasn’t clear. Now it’s Bob’s turn to blush, as he remembers the nerve wracking, disorienting thrill of being lusted over by someone other than his wife.
“…yeah.” He agrees, somewhat hesitant to acknowledge that she’s right. “And he liked watching us together, too. He said we were hot! I mean, I knew you were, but I thought I cancelled that out.”
Linda shakes her head emphatically.
“No way! We were on fire. Mm!”
She punctuates her excitement with a kiss, grabbing Bob’s face and planting a sloppy one right next to his lips. He might be sobering up, but Linda’s still neck deep in the four cocktails she downed earlier.
Bob feels his dick starting to stiffen, as he nods in agreement with Linda’s words. They had been on fire. All the years of sleeping together has made them total pros, and their effortless chemistry was especially obvious with a newcomer in the mix.
He never would have thought he possessed the ability to have sex—good sex— in front of an audience, but being with Linda came just as naturally as breathing. Every move was reflexive, and it was surprisingly easy to lose himself in the moment with her.
“Did you get jealous at all?” Linda asks, clearly dying in anticipation of his answer. “I did! When he started playing with your fingers, I had to remind myself not to go all crazy on him.”
The idea that anyone would go crazy on another human being over him is both scary and flattering. Bob thinks back on the night’s events, trying to remember any moment that stung.
“I didn’t love when he kissed your head.” He admits. “That was weird, right?”
Linda snorts.
“Maybe a little. There was a lot going on, Bob. I don’t think I even realized that was happening.”
Her words reassures him, filling Bob with the courage to ask the question that’s been in the back of his mind for the last ten minutes.
“You don’t…like him better than me, do you?” He says, painfully aware of the embarrassing insecurity in voice.
Linda’s eyebrows knit together, confusion washing over her face.
“Do I like him better than you?” She repeats.
Her tone is a little patronizing, like Bob’s too stupid for his own good and she sort of feels sorry for him.
“Well, do you?” He asks anxiously.
Linda sits up, scoffing as she stares down at him.
“What kind of question is that?” She asks. “Bob, you’re my husband! He’s just some hot guy I met at a bar. You were there!”
Bob nods. When Linda says this so plainly, he feels dumb for doubting her in the first place.
“I know.” He says sheepishly. “It’s just…that guy was really good-looking, Lin. He had muscles, and he didn’t smell like seafood. Plus…you were being really noisy.”
Linda just shrugs, brushing Bob’s deep-seated concerns off like they’re nothing.
“Oh, that? I’m always loud! You know that.”
She winks, which makes a small smile tug at Bob’s mouth.
“That’s true.” He concedes. “I’m pretty sure that’s part of the reason our neighbors hate us.”
Linda smiles, taking the small grin on Bob’s face and running with it. She lies down again, flipping on her side to face him. Touching his bare chest, she looks him directly in the eyes.
“You know it’s way different, right?” She asks, her lighthearted demeanor flickering to reveal something more serious.
“Me and him, and me and you? I’m never gonna see that guy again in my life! You’re gonna be the one stuck pushin’ me around in a wheelchair when I get all old and loopy, and my legs stop working.”
“Huh. I guess that’s…kind of romantic? In a weird way. I’m glad you aren’t leaving me for him, even though…”
“His penis was bigger? That’s okay! I don’t even have one.”
Before Bob can even think about getting offended, she straddles his legs and attacks him with a kiss. Her breasts press into his chest, and he tastes the hint of pineapple still lingering on her lips.
Ready to leave insecurity behind (for now), he holds Linda’s hips and flips them until he’s the one on top of her. Her eyes soften, staring at his face in a way he’s never seen her do with anyone else.
“We’re not making that like…a thing now, right? It was fun and everything, but—”
“No!” Linda says quickly. “Bob, are you kidding? We barely have enough energy for each other. Can you imagine if we were always bringing weirdos over? We’d go crazy!”
Glad to be on the same page, Bob moves a strand from Linda’s face before leaning in for a kiss.
“That’s what I thought.” He says. “Come here. I like it when it’s just you and me.”
When their lips meet again, Linda’s words from before ring in his head: this is different than doing it with anyone else. Way, way different.