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“What happened?” I asked.

“I just kind of turned, and we kissed on the lips.”

“Like a peck, or a make-out kiss.”

“More like a make-out kiss.” She said. “It lasted a while and got pretty heavy, to be honest.”

I pictured my wife and my best friend making out passionately, and I was rock hard.

Nikki noticed. “Is this turning you on?” She asked surprised.

“Yeah, babe. I told you . . . this is my biggest fantasy. I can’t believe you cheated on me. That is so hot.”

“Are you jealous?” Nikki asked.

“Jealous?” I asked.

“Yeah . . . That I was kissing your best friend and not you?”

“Yes, but that’s why I’m turned on. I know it sounds strange, but I’m a little hurt, but at the same time I like it.”

“Yeah, the situation got me thinking a lot. And I actually kind of get it now. It’s weird — it kind of turned me on to cheat on you, knowing you’re cool with it. I don’t know why, but seeing you a little hurt turns me on too — I guess because it confirms how much you love me. I also think it’s so sweet you want to see me satisfied.”

I thought that was the end of the story. Boy was I wrong.

“When did that happen?” I asked.

“It was a while back, maybe a month and a half ago. I wanted to tell you sooner, but we didn’t have time. And I wanted to tell you face-to-face.”

“I totally understand,” I said. Of course I was wondering what, if anything happened since then.

“So I want to be totally honest with you. . . . .” She continued.

“Absolutely,” I said. I waited. “So there’s more, I take it?”

Nikki looked down at her hands and nodded. “Yes,” she said.

“Did he stay the night?” I asked.

“Yes.” Nikki said, still reluctant. “Before we go on, I want you to know I would never leave you or anything. You are the man of my dreams, and I totally want to be married to you. I love you and only you.”

“I know that babe. I love you too, that’s why I want you to be happy. I want you to tell me everything. Just promise you will tell me the truth, no matter what.” I said.

“Are you sure?” Nikki asked innocently.

“I’m sure.”

“Ok, I promise. Just be careful what you ask.”

My hands were shaking from a combination of excitement, fear, jealousy, and an entire range of new emotions.

“Where did he sleep?” I asked.

Everything from this point forward seemed to happen in slow motion. Her words became slow and deliberate.

Nikki hesitated. “Not on the couch.”

The words, Not on the couch lingered. They hung there, taunting me. Everything now seemed to happen in slow motion. Her words became slow and deliberate. I felt like I was having an out-of-body experience.

“In our bed?” I heard myself ask.

Nikki nodded.

“Did you do more than kiss?”

“Yes,” she said.

“A lot more?”

Nikki nodded.

“Did you and Matt have sex?” I asked.

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.”

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