I looked at Mia. “What she said,” she said.
Abbey only nodded in agreement.
By ten in the morning, Mia and I were seated in our own kitchen. Mia had walked through the backyards barefoot and aired out her breasts. We sat at our kitchen table. “What a night,” she opined. “Do you think it’ll happen again?”
“I have no idea,” I responded. “I think everyone had a great time and there will be no repercussions but I didn’t get a feel that anyone was eager to do it again.”
“That’s my feeling too,” Mia agreed. “How about you? Would you do it again?”
“I don’t know,” I replied. “I can’t help making comparisons and that’s not an acceptable response.”
“Comparisons between the women?” asked Mia.
“Yeah and before you ask, you win in every category,” I said.
“You’re sweet,” Mia said. “I know something that can happen again,” she offered.
“I’m beat,” I confessed.
Mia stood up and pushed her panties down around her ankles. “Does this help?” she asked.
Mia and I were laying in bed near noon after one more sensuous fuck. “Todd, last night changed me,” Mia confessed.
“Me too,” I agreed. “I now know for certain that even if I have sex with another woman, you’ll always be my first choice and, surprisingly, I thought I might have had problem with you having sex with another man, but I don’t. I absolutely know that you’ll always come back to me. And, finally, I think that anything that we learn or experience for liaisons with others will improve our experiences with each other.”
Mia giggled, “Does that mean I can push your ‘go’ button?”
“Abbey told you about that?” I asked.
“She did and she told me that she owed you an opportunity to search for her ‘go’ button,” Mia revealed.
“I’ll wash my hands afterward,” I said.
As it turned out almost two years later, we haven’t repeated the events of that Friday night. That doesn’t mean that we haven’t had sexual exchanges between Mia and I and either the Bennetts or the Traces. The first time was a week later when Jim and Abbey Trace came over for dinner and a social evening. Abbey was wearing a summer, above the knee dress.
We were sitting in our living room drinking a collection of after dinner drinks when Abbey asked if she could get comfortable. “What does she mean?” I whispered to Mia.
“I have no idea,” she whispered back. “Sure. Go ahead,” she said to Abbey.
Abbey took a coaster and put her drink on a side table. She stood up, put her hands under her dress and removed her panties. She sat back down, put her panties on the arm of the chair, picked up her drink and took a large swallow.
“Did you know about this?” I asked Jim.
“We talked about it,” he admitted.
“And you think this is a good idea?” I asked further.
He looked at Mia. “I do,” he said.
Mia looked at me. “I good with it,” she said to me. “You can look for her ‘go’ button.”
Abbey visibly squirmed in her chair and smiled.
Later, after Abbey and Jim had walked home, Mia and I were in bed discussing the evening. “What do you think?” Mia asked.
“It was a nice distraction,” I opined.
Mia laughed. “Abbey is a ‘nice distraction.’ I’m not sure I can tell her that,” Mia responded.