Seducing my friend’s wife and letting him watch

Seducing my friend’s wife and letting him watch

“Matt should be home pretty soon,” Liane told me, as she preheated the oven. We were getting supper ready; salad with baked salmon was on the menu, and a bottle of white wine was chilling in the fridge. “He goes to the gym after work on Fridays”, she continued, “but he’ll have a quick shower when he gets home. I admit it’s nice to have some girl time, and a chance to get to know you better.” She was scooping some baby spinach into a large bowl, and I leaned against the counter, glad to be done with work for the day.


“Thanks so much for letting me stay with you guys,” I said. “I wouldn’t have been able to afford to go to this conference, if I’d had to pay for a hotel room too.” The three-day conference had ended that day, but I’d arranged to stay in town for the weekend, just to visit.

I’d know Matt for years — we were childhood friends, but his wife and I had only met a few times and I was looking forward to spending time with both of them. From everything Matt had told me about her, Liane was smart and fun, and kind of like me in many ways — if a bit sweeter. People have always told me that I look naïve and something like a bookish librarian, but…the people that know me well know that there are definitely some edges underneath the innocent appearance.

Liane, though, seemed to be sweet and innocent both inside and out — or that’s what her husband had implied. She was a few years older than me, and I was pushing 40, but she had a natural beauty and easily looked 10 years younger than I knew her to be. I envied how she could get by with almost no makeup; I tended to be a bit too self-critical for that. She was still dressed in her work clothes: casual dark grey pants with a pale blue blouse, that brought out the soft blue of her eyes. She wore her straight blonde hair loose and hanging just past her shoulders, tucking it behind her ear as she worked on the salad. My curly mass of red-brown hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, and I was dressed more casually in dark blue jeans and a black t-shirt.

She smiled at me and ate a piece of red pepper she was slicing. “Kate, we wouldn’t have dreamed of you staying in a hotel when we have the extra room here. Plus, it’s more fun for all of us too.”

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I smiled back, “Well, thanks again. I’ll make the dressing, if you like,” I offered.

“That would be great,” she replied and got out the oil and balsamic for me, along with a small cup.

“I’m so happy the two of you found each other.” I told her honestly, mixing together a simple vinaigrette. Matt had dated a lot of women, but never seemed to find someone who treated him as well as he deserved. He was a decent guy, but seemed drawn to the wrong type of women.

“I feel pretty lucky to have met him,” she agreed.

“Matt’s the lucky one,” I responded, shaking my head, and laughed. “If I were a man, you’d completely be my type, you know. And actually, I don’t need to be a man to appreciate how lovely you are.” And she was. She was about my height — 5’6″, though slimmer than I was, with high, full breasts, and a bright smile. Maybe it was her sense of humour, and the fact that she had been laughing at my jokes all week. I was a sucker for that. I started to wonder if I was getting a bit of crush on my friend’s wife. I’m not bisexual, per se, but I’d consider myself…heteroflexible, I guess. I’d never dated a woman, but I could certainly recognize an attractive one.

Liane got a bottle of white wine from the fridge, and opened it, pouring us each a glass.

“Why, Kate,” she said jokingly, “are you flirting with me?”

It made me wonder if she was flirting back. Which would be kind of fun, I thought.

I decided to be blunt, and see where it led. “I don’t discriminate based on gender,” I replied truthfully, looking at her sideways. “I know you don’t swing that way, but yes, I find you very attractive.” I actually had no idea if she was into women at all, but Matt had never implied anything remotely like that when he’d talked about her, and I thought it was better to play it safe.

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I could see her cheeks colour slightly, and she looked down at the counter briefly, as she chopped, then back at me. “I find you attractive, too,” she said. She paused for a moment and continued hesitantly, “I admit…I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be with another woman.”

“So, you’ve never experimented…?” I asked. “Even when you were younger?”

“No,” she admitted. “Have you?”

“I have,” I told her, “though not often.” Well, twice, if you count some drunken fumbling with a girl friend in University and a three-some with an ex-boyfriend and a female friend of his. He and I had stayed friends, and sometimes friends-with-benefits, and this had just been an extra benefit one time.

I picked up my glass of wine and passed her the other glass, silently wondering if I could get her drunk and seduce her. “Cheers,” I said. We each took a sip. Probably not, I reconsidered. She seemed way too straight-laced for that.

“Well, hey,” I told her, not really expecting her to take me seriously, “if you’re game while I’m here, I’d be up for helping you expand your horizons.” I held my breath, not sure what she would say and hoping I had not just made the entire rest of the weekend incredibly awkward.

“I’m married, though…” she said, frowning slightly. This, I could work with, I thought.

“True enough,” I began, thinking of what rationalisation would work with her, “though men often have a funny way of looking at sex between two women.” I tried to gauge her reaction out of the corner of my eye. “They don’t tend to see it as cheating. Particularly not if they get to watch.” And I laughed. “Isn’t that every man’s fantasy? Two women together?”

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She smiled too and looked thoughtful. “Yeah, I know that’s a turn-on for Matt,” she said. Yes, I thought to myself. I know it’s a turn on for him, since he’d alluded to it before, and because he’s a fairly typical heterosexual male.

I was starting to get aroused, thinking about it, and I found myself really hoping she’d be willing. It had been weeks since I’d had sex, and I’d left all my toys at home for the week. I took another sip of wine. “It actually might be fun to tease him with the idea, don’t you think? Make him wonder how serious we are?”

She opened a drawer and got out 3 sets of cutlery. As she turned towards the table, I saw her smile again, with a hint of a naughty sparkle in her eyes. Maybe there was more evil to her than I’d realised. She turned back to me and said, “I think that would be fun.” She was quiet for a moment and said, “Though, I admit, I’m sort of nervous — I’ve never even kissed a woman. I’m not sure how I’d feel about it.”

I licked my lips. This had potential. “Well, I could kiss you now as sort of a preview — to see if it makes you uncomfortable, or….if it doesn’t.” Please say yes. Please say yes.

She glanced at the clock on the stove and put down the cutlery. I could see she was calculating when Matt would get home and whether he would walk in on something potentially embarrassing. “OK,” she said, quickly, as if she were afraid she’d change her mind. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but ok.”

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