Adultery Desiring Another Man's Wife by xleglover-Completed

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Jen fidgeted nervously as she waited for Monique to arrive. She dreaded lunch with Monique. It wasn't like she was going to lunch with a girl friend, or even a casual acquaintance. She had slept with Monique's husband! Was Monique planning on confronting her, telling her to stay away from Victor? God, why had she ever agreed to this lunch? But she couldn't really say no, and Monique had been so nice to her over the phone.

"Oh Jen, I'm so sorry for being late," Monique said a few minutes later. She hugged Jen and kissed her on the cheek. "Traffic was terrible. But I'm so happy to see you!"

Jen's apprehension diminished as they sipped wine and gossiped about people at the club. Soon they were giggling like college girls and acting like best friends.

Monique leaned back in her chair and her eyes drifted to below the table. "Jen, you really should wear shorter skirts," she admonished in a playful, motherly voice. "Your legs are so nice, you should show them off."

Jen giggled. "Oh my god, you sound like Victor." Then she realized what she said, and brought her hand to her mouth, horrified. "I'm sorry, that was so insensitive, I wasn't thinking --"

Monique smiled. "Jen, it's okay," she said reassuringly. "I don't mind you're sleeping with my husband. This is something we do, we have an open marriage. It's fun, exciting, to play with other people. Variety is the spice of life. The club is really a wonderful place for that."

"Really?"

"Absolutely. Everyone is really fit and good looking. Well, most people anyway. And many are open to having some harmless fun." Monique looked quizzically at Jen. "Have any other men approached you yet?"

Jen looked taken aback, shocked. "No!" she said quickly.

Monique laughed and squeezed Jen's hand affectionately. "It's okay, honey, let yourself have fun. I'm sure Michael wouldn't mind -- he seems to like swinging. In fact, Victor will probably mind more than Michael. My husband's really taken with you."

Jen was speechless. She hadn't considered being with other people. She was still trying to get use to the idea of her extramarital activities with Victor. "Well, no one's shown any interest," she said, not knowing what else to say.

"Oh Jen," Monique said, suddenly serious. "There's a lot of interest in you. A lot."

Jen blushed. Were people talking about her at the club, openly talking about her affair with Victor, wondering who would bed her next? She felt like a piece of meat, and practically shuddered at the thought.

Suddenly Jen felt Monique's hand on her thigh. "You believe me, don't you? You're so young and pretty, and you have such a cute body. Lots of people would like to get to know you better. And not just men."

Jen turned scarlet. "Um, well," she stammered, feeling Monique's caresses on her bare thigh.

Monique giggled at Jen's obvious discomfort, and pulled her hand away. "Don't worry, I won't bang you," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "But sometimes, Victor and I like to share a pretty girl. You'll think about it, won't you? I know you'll like it."

"Um, sure, I guess," Jen said, feeling more awkward than she had ever felt in her life.

Monique squeezed Jen's hand again. "Jen, you should listen to Victor, you really should. Wear shorter skirts. Your legs are so nice. Dress sexier at the club, and flirt more. You'll have so much fun teasing all the boys, you really will."

"Um, okay." Then Jen realized Monique hadn't mentioned Michael. "Do you hear people talking about Michael?"

"Oh, don't worry about Michael," Monique said almost dismissively. "I told you, the people in the club are fun. There'll be a lot of wives who'll sleep with Michael, so their husbands can sleep with you."

Jen slowly leaned back in her chair, feeling shocked. "Do you mean -- did Victor force you to sleep with Michael, so he could sleep with me?"

Monique looked shocked. "He didn't force me, of course not. I like Michael, he's sweet. I'm just saying, in a good marriage where both spouses are open minded and like to have fun, sometimes the wife will sleep with someone she might not otherwise, so her husband can sleep with the girl he wants. And sometimes it's the other way around."

"So ... you mean, you wouldn't have slept with Michael, if Victor hadn't wanted to sleep with me?"

Monique grimaced. "That makes it sound so bad. I like Michael, I really do. He's just not my type."

"Well, um ... what is your type?"

Monique smiled mischievously. "Honey, I think you know my type. And, from what Victor tells me, you like the same type. I mean, I'm not obsessed about size. I've enjoyed playing with lots of guys who aren't as big as Victor. I mean, hardly anyone's as big as my husband. But Michael -- he's really small, isn't he?"

"No he's not!"

"Oh, okay," Monique said, backing off quickly upon hearing the anger and indignation in Jen's voice. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. It's just ... well, I had assumed that's why you and Michael were getting into swinging. He was letting you experience men with -- you know -- men who were better endowed."

"No, that's not why. We just thought ... I don't know ... I guess we thought it might be fun to experiment with other people for a while."

"Okay, well, that's understandable." Monique was quiet for a moment, and then her curiosity got the better of her. "So ... size doesn't make a difference to you?"

Jen crossed her arms defiantly. "It doesn't make a difference with most women," she said, remembering things she had read in magazines.

Monique seemed to read Jen's mind. "Women say that, I know, but -- well -- it didn't feel different being with Victor?"

"Well, of course it felt different!" Jen said without thinking, exasperated. "Your husband's as big as a horse!" Jen scowled at Monique, and then realized the outrageousness of what she had just said. The two girls looked into each other's eyes, and then broke out laughing, the tension between then immediately easing. They laughed so long their stomachs ached.

Tipsy from wine and still feeling silly from laughing so hard, Jen's curiosity got the better of her. "So, do you really think Michael's that small? I mean, compared to other men you've been with?"

Monique didn't answer. Instead, she squeezed Jen's hand and smiled caringly, a sympathetic look on her face.

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Jen tightly clutched Michael's hand as they entered the club. She was wearing the lycra dress again, the one Victor had sent her a few weeks ago, just before she and Michael visited them at their mansion. The dress was so revealing she almost hadn't worn it then, and that was back when only Victor and Michael were going to see her in it. Now, lots of guys were going to see her in the dress, and butterflies flittered through her stomach as she nervously held onto her husband's arm.

Jen felt every male head turn as she walked by. She blushed, feeling like a piece of meat on display. Did they know about her affair with Victor? Jen remembered what Monique had said. "There's a lot of interest in you, a lot." Did these men think she was available? Were they hoping to sleep with her? Jen nervously glanced around. Many of the men were hungrily leering at her. She clutched Michael's arm even tighter.

"There you are, I've been looking for you two." Michael and Jen turned and saw a smiling Monique approaching. Jen was relieved to see her friend. Monique hugged Michael and kissed him hello on the cheek. Jen felt a twinge of jealousy, but she knew it was silly to feel that way given the situation. Then Monique linked her arm with Jen's. "Honey, come with me to the ladies room," she said cheerily.

"You look so good!" Monique said, eyeing Jen up and down after closing the bathroom door. "I wish my legs were as long and slim as yours, I'm so envious."

"Oh stop that, your legs are fantastic," Jen said, glancing down at Monique's legs. Monique wore a mini-dress that showed even more leg than Jen's, and her legs were encased in black hose, just like Jen. Even while returning the compliment, Jen knew that Monique was right, her legs were nicer. The realization made her feel good, but then she felt guilty and catty. "Anyway, your breasts are so much bigger than mine," Jen quickly added, the admission easing her guilt.

Monique beamed and gave Jen a hug. "Size isn't everything, honey," Monique said. Then both girls remembered their last conversation about penis size, and giggled. Even while laughing, Jen felt guilty, knowing part of the joke involved Michael's size. Monique sensed the sudden cloud over Jen's mood, and frowned. "Honey, you need to learn how to relax and have fun."

Jen shrugged, uncertain what Monique meant. "I wore this dress." While walking to the bathroom, the static cling of the lycra against her stockings caused her dress to hike up her legs. "It's so short, I'm afraid people will see my stocking tops," Jen said, tugging down her dress.

Monique laughed. "Honey, everyone already knows you're wearing stockings! The dress is so tight you can see the bumps of your garter belt."

Jen looked down and was horrified to see that Monique was right. How hadn't she noticed this before? "Oh my god, I can't go out like this," she said anxiously.

Monique squeezed Jen's arm reassuringly. "Honey, this is what I mean, you worry too much. Anyway, men like seeing garter bumps, you'll have them eating out of your hand. Just remember, whenever you wear a clingy dress like this, you're on display. Dresses like this don't hide much. Men will know you're wearing a bra, too. They'll be able to see your bra strap as easily as I can."

"Oh," Jen said, feeling foolish. She wasn't used to wearing tight, sexy clothes like this. "So ... are there different bras I should wear?"

Monique giggled. "No, silly. You shouldn't wear a bra at all."

"I can't do that," Jen said warily. "The material is so thin."

"Of course you can. I'm not wearing a bra, and neither are most of the girls out there tonight." Without asking for permission, Monique unzipped Jen's dress. In one quick motion, she unsnapped the back clasp of Jen's strapless bra, and pulled it away. Then Monique re-zipped Jen's dress. Both girls looked into the mirror. The clingy fabric of the lycra dress molded itself around Jen's small breasts. "You look lovely," Monique said admiringly, unable to take her eyes off Jen's perfectly shaped mounds. "Your breasts are so firm, you don't need a bra."

Jen looked doubtful. "But, the material's so thin --"

"—that you might be able to see your nipples, if you get excited?" Monique said, completing Jen's sentence. "Let's see."

Monique stepped back so she stood directly behind Jen. Monique was taller than Jen, so she easily looked into the mirror over Jen's shoulder. Before she could protest, Monique moved her hands to Jen's chest and cupped her friend's breasts. "You're so firm," Monique cooed as she fondled Jen's tits. She easily found Jen's nipples through the stretchy lycra material and rubbed them between her thumbs and fingers. "God, your nipples get so hard."

Jen didn't know what to do. Looking in the mirror, she watched as Monique fondled her. She couldn't help moaning as Monique rubbed her ultra sensitive nipples. She felt unsteady on her feet, and reached back to steady herself. In doing so she clutched Monique's thigh, and felt the garter belt strap through the fabric of the older woman's mini-dress. Jen reflexively pulled her hand away, but Monique grasped Jen's hand and brought it back to her thigh. "It's alright honey, I won't bite." Monique pulled up her skirt so Jen's hand was on her lacy stocking top. Then Monique covered Jen's hand with hers, and moved Jen's hand until it rested on her garter strap. Jen couldn't believe how soft Monique's skin felt, and without thinking began caressing her friend's thigh. "Oh yeah honey, that feels good," Monique breathed into Jen's ear.