The Booth

Time is an interesting concept – it speeds up when you want to sit and savour something, and it drags when you’re desperate for something you’re looking forward to. Tabby and I were now very different people. Three weeks on from being initiated into the world of fucking others, and we were both desperate to repeat the process. We had fucked each other raw for a full week after that fateful evening, and the kids had even noticed how much more “kissy” we had become.

At work, people noticed Tabby’s new positive attitude, her close colleagues quizzing her about this new-found love of life. I was quite the opposite, instead of being fired up and taking the world by storm, I spent a lot of time with a far away look on my face, bemused, drifting back to heady moments from That Night In The Booth.

And the hotel room.

Max and Marina, our swinging mentors, had gone on a cruise two days after our encounter, leaving a voice message from the ship.

“Hope you two are coping with the withdrawal symptoms. The only way to get rid of them is to fuck lots and find someone from the lifestyle to do it with you. Tabby, Max says he misses your pussy already, and come to think of it, I do, too! Karl, take good care of that pussy for us, won’t you! Speak when we’re back, byeeeeeeeee”.

The withdrawal was cutting deep. We had signed up for a swinger’s site, and we were busily messaging away, hoping to find a couple to help us with our new-found needs. What made this even harder was that there wasn’t a soul in our normal world that we could chat to about it. How do you tell normal people that you’ve begun having sex with other people? It’s quite simple, you don’t. We did the research and it turns out most people happily carry their special little swinging secret.

I was sitting at my desk doing absolutely nothing. The screen was in screensaver mode, my phone was sitting harmlessly at my desk, and I was chewing my pen, swivelling my chair and looking out the window. Apparently my demeanour had been noticed, because suddenly my boss was in front of me, waving her hands and making a humorous show of getting my attention.

“Earth to Karl! Come in Karl”. My boss Cassie was a manager in name only. We were great friends, and at the last round of promotions she asked whether I was keen on climbing the ladder. I’d told her I was more than happy with what I was paid, and that I had zero desire to be landed with a world of management that would interfere with my family time. She was promoted with my blessing, and the great news for me was that she knew me well enough to cover for me when I was clearly out of sorts.

“Karl? You ok?” She asked. She was crouched down in front of me, her hands on the armrest of my chair, concern etched onto her pretty face. And she was pretty. Really pretty. But she was also just lovely, and her kindness was what I normally saw when looking at Cassie’s face. The problem was that with my new level of desire, I noticed her eyes, her lips……and her cleavage. My eyes flicked down for a moment and then back up to her face. I saw the kind, worried expression take on a look of surprise and then a frown of concern.

“Ooooookay.” She said, standing up and crossing her arms in front of her chest. “I think we need to have a fairly urgent meeting, Karl, and I think it’s best that it’s not here at the office. Get your stuff together and meet me at the Thistle in 15 minutes. She walked away, clearly deep in thought. Despite myself, I watched appreciatively as her arse wiggled tantalisingly.

“Fuck.” I sighed to myself. But try as I might, I just could not find it in me to care enough to want to change my state of mind. So I chewed on my pen a bit more, spun in my chair some more, and then grabbed my bag, heading past curious stares from workmates as I walked to the lift to get the fuck out and to the pub where I could wash away my sins in something alcoholic.

I arrived and looked around, not seeing Cassie anywhere. A text message buzzed on my phone, and it was from her.

“Oi, weirdo, upstairs at the back, in the corner.” I followed the directions and found her, two wines already waiting. I didn’t even bother asking what they were, they were red, and Cassie was a connoisseur, so I knew it would be good.

We sat in silence, sipping at the wine, which really was good. I made a noise of appreciation. I was waiting for Cassie to start tiptoeing around the subject, demonstrating her tact and diplomacy, but she appeared not to be in the mood for circumlocution.

“So, Karl, old friend of mine, friend and colleague for many years, friend who has taken care of me when I’ve been too drunk to function…..why did you look at my tits today?”

I couldn’t even be bothered lying. Instead I chose to divert her.

“I looked at your eyes and your mouth, too…” I ventured, pathetically.

“Yep, saw that. I think I need to remind you of that night when you took care of me when I’d thrown up on me – you stripped me to my bra and undies, put me in the shower, washed me down, dried me off, and put me to bed – without looking at my tits. So why today?”

I was stumped. So, like the grown man that I am, I shrugged.

Cassie threw her head back and laughed. “Ok, now I know something’s up – you never shrug. You’re a man of words, of opinions, of expression – you don’t shrug.”

Another shrug.

Cassie tried again. “Is everything ok at home? Are you and Tabby having some sort of tiff? Are you sex starved or something?”

“We’re fucking SO much, Cass.” I surprised myself. We were close, but we never spoke like this. “And for the record, I did see you that night, I saw your tits through your bra, because it was white and was transparent in the shower.”

I looked evenly at her. Her eyebrows were raised and she was drinking deeply from her glass.

“And I saw your pubes.” I said quickly before draining my glass and going to the bar for another two wines. When I returned, Cassie was busy over her phone, her thumbs a blur as she texted. When she’d sent the message, she looked at me, appraising me.

“Ok, so I’ve just texted Tabby to let her know that you’re not well and that I’m bringing you home.”She said firmly. “We can talk more on the way home.”

“But I’ve just bought two wines.” I argued.

“You drink them, I’m driving you home.” No one argued with Cass when she was getting all definitive. It was pointless. So, I broke all sorts of wine rules by necking two glasses of very expensive wine like it was cheap ale.

And then slept like a baby all the way home.

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I woke as we pulled into our driveway. My head felt at once heavy from sleep and light from the wine. I also needed to pee terribly. I rushed into the house, past Tabby standing at the kitchen bench, and went straight to the bedroom to relieve myself. The wine was clearly still at play because when I came out, I wondered where the children were, it was far too tidy and peaceful, and then realised it was a Thursday, the night they go to my mother’s for a sleep over. It was a tradition that started when my dad got sick, and since he died, it had come to mean a lot to her.

Tabby was pouring wines for all of us and Cassie was perched on one of the kitchen stools.

It felt tense in the room, and I wasn’t sure how to play it. Tabby and Cassie knew each other well – we’d all been out many, many times, and in fact Tabby was there the night I had gotten Cassie in the shower and put her to bed. I say “there”, she was there in body, but being almost as drunk as Cassie was, she was next to useless in terms of assisting me.

Tabby, with her freshly adopted confidence took the literal bull by the horns.

“Karl, why is Cassie concerned for and about you?”

She looked at me questioningly. I shrugged.

“Ok. Let’s try this approach. She got her phone out and scrolled to her texts. An hour ago I received this from Lady Cass. ‘Tabby, your husband is acting VERY weird. He hasn’t been normal for three weeks and today he took weird to a new level.’ So, Karl – or Cassie – please explain.

Cassie cleared her throat and began, which is a good thing because I had NO interest in behaving like a mature adult.

“So, about 3 weeks ago, Karl took the Monday off work saying he had a cold, and then came in the next day without any symptoms, but he was all evasive and if I’m honest, a bit useless! Instead of leading the accounts in his team, he left it up to his account managers to run things. Thankfully he has done such a great job training them up, no one knew any different, but I could see that he just wasn’t………all there.” She looked at me almost apologetically, as if she was telling on me.

Tabby looked thoughtful, and I could see a smirk dancing around the edges of her mouth.

“Three weeks you say. Karl – what was going on three weeks ago that might have put you out of sorts?”

My wife had become a very naughty woman.

“No clue, Tabs” I said. I can’t think back beyond this morning, so I have no chance of remembering three weeks ago. But now you mention it, I do have some hazy recollection of waking up on that Monday with no energy whatsoever.” I exchanged a knowing look with Tabby, hoping to stop the game she was so clearly enjoying.

“Cassie, tell me about today, but first, can we please all go and sit in the lounge, I need to take my shoes off and be comfortable. And you need more wine.” She filled Cassie’s wine, ignoring half-hearted protests. Our lounge was a place for relaxing, so the sofa and chairs were suitably deep that you could really just curl up, which is exactly what Tabby and Cass did – Tabby on the couch, Cassie in the armchair. I sat slightly awkwardly on the arm of the couch between the two women.

Tabby had a red glow to her cheeks which told me that she had been at the red wine before we’d arrived, and my experience recently is that this could do incredible things to her libido.

“Cassie?” Tabby began expectantly, and with an air of discipline, which made my trousers feel slightly tight. “You were saying?”

Cassie took a deep sip of her wine and then looked at me quickly before looking into her wine glass, swirling it a little.

“I’ll cut to the chase. Today, I felt like Karl…..well, I think he…..ok, today Karl looked down my top.” She was blushing fiercely and covered this by drinking her glass dry. I did the honours and refilled it.

“Karl?” Tabby asked, her tone dripping in mock outrage. “Did you look down Cassie’s top?”

Cassie broke in. “Look, I don’t want to to be a big thing, it’s just not like him to do it, and –

“Karl?” She asked again, cutting Cassie off.

“Yep.” I nodded. “Guilty as charged. I looked down Cassie’s top, saw the blue bra, and then when she walked away, I looked at her arse.”

“KARL” yelled Cassie, earning a shrug, which was fast becoming my favoured form of communication.

There was a profound silence in the room, and I felt for poor Cassie, knowing that Tabby would no doubt be loving this development. I had no idea how she’d play it. Would she de-escalate things by moving to another topic, or would she push it to see where things might go? I should have been surprised at what came next, but I wasn’t.

“Cassie, all I can do is apologise for my husband, who has clearly got sex on the brain. Good to know that you’re wearing matching underwear though.” She said, sipping her wine a bit greedily, I thought.

Cassie looked confused, then shocked.

“Cassie!” She almost hissed, putting a pillow over her legs.

Tabby laughed good naturally at Cassie. “Oh Cassie, I’m not bothered if Karl looked down your top – have you seen your tits? You’re amazing looking.”

Cassie looked genuinely shocked at this revelation, and was lost for words.

“When you sat down there, getting comfortable, I did happen to look up at the right time, and I did happen to see your knickers, which were blue, so I’m just making an assumption that they’re a matching pair.” Tabby said it like it made total sense, and such was her confidence, Cassie remained quiet, however she wore a worried frown.

“Cassie, I’m going to tell you something right now, and it might shock you. I’d love it if you could keep this between the three of us, but as always in these matters, all we can do is be trusting.”

Cassie looked nervous. I FELT nervous, wondering if Tabby was about to reveal our new obsession.

“Karl and I have both been looking at women somewhat differently now. We had an experience that has turned our whole world upside down, but it’s been so un-be-lievably exciting that I don’t want that world to be turned right-side up again.”

Cassie looked between the two of us in confusion. “Tabby, are you having an affair? Is that why Karl’s been weird? Is THAT why he’s ogling women at work?”

I was injured at the suggestion that I was perving at the women at work. “Hey, Cassie – not fair – it’s only you that I ogled, and it was just today!”

Tabby laughed at the absurdity of my affronted tone. “Cassie, neither of us is having an affair, I can assure you.”

Cassie looked confused again. Tabby continued.

“We don’t need to. We’ve been having sex with others. Together.”

Cassie clapped her hand to her mouth, her eyes wide and filled with pure shock. It was clear that she had not even considered this possibility.

“So, are you….swingers?” She asked, whispering the last word like it was something scandalous, which to be fair to Cassie, I guess it was quite scandalous. Tabby responded immediately.

“No, not yet. We were seduced by a couple of swingers when we were in Wellington for our date night, and going by the sex we’ve been having, the closeness in our relationship, and the feeling of being alive once more, yes, I think we will soon become swingers”. For affect, Tabby whispered the last word, which seemed to normalise things.

Cassie went from being shell-shocked to curious very quickly.

“Oh. My. God. No wonder you’ve been AWOL in the head recently, Karl!! I’m going to want to hear ALL about your journey into debauchery, so Karl – in my car you’ll find some quite impressive Central Otago Pinot that was looking for a good excuse to be consumed, and I declare news such as this to be the perfect excuse. Um….. but if you guys don’t mind, may I crash in your spare room? I get the feeling I may not be roadworthy tonight!”

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I returned with the wine to hear Tabby taking Cassie minute by minute through our recent swinging baptism.

Cassie responded with looks of shock, the odd hushed “fuck” and lots of OMGs. I took a seat on the couch next to Tabby and was intrigued to see Cassie’s skirt riding up a little.

When Tabby got to the part about being with another woman, Cassie shrieked in surprise.

“I thought that only happened in porn videos.” She said, with a slight tone of awe in her voice.

“I don’t think I’ll ever forget that sight.” I piped up for the first time in a while.

“Tabby tonguing another woman’s pussy was just…..well it was almost

too much.” I stated plainly.

Cassie frowned and leaned in towards us.

“Do you actually use the word…..pussy?!!!”

“We do now.” Tabby said. “And cock”. Four weeks ago – it was “down there,

Fanny, Willy, and now it’s definitely pussy and cock. Actually the woman we were with occasionally said cunt under her breath, but I’m not there yet.”

Cassie got up to use the bathroom, and when she walked out of the room, Tabby reached into her jeans, under her knickers and I could see her expression change as she made contact with her pussy. After a quick play, she brought her fingers out to show me the glistening wetness and pushed them into my mouth, at which point I fed a little on her taste. By the time Cassie walked back into the lounge, order was restored and I was feigning normality with a cushion placed tactically in my lap.

Tabby restarted the conversation.

“So, Cassie – a question for you. What is a single, career-driven woman doing wearing matching underwear to work?”

Cassie became indignant.

“I have every right to wear matching knickers!”

Tabby waved her protest away. “You absolutely do, and it’s to be encouraged. But, I’d have thought you’d be grabbing your comfiest bra and knickers for a day at work, you know – the ones your boobs actually quite like being in? That set you’re wearing looks wayyyyyy too pretty to be comfortable!”

Cassie looked rueful and then laughed.

“I actually had a Tinder lunch date today and decided to put my best…..foot forward?” Cassie trailed off, aware that the phrasing didn’t quite work.

Tabby clapped happily. “So you were hoping to fuck on your lunch date!!!!”

“No!!!! Cassie responded- I just wanted to feel sexy, and I did. Pity he was a dick who talked about money and football for 45 minutes.”

It was Tabby’s turn for the bathroom, leaving Cassie and I alone.

“So, stud. What’s it like being 18 again?” She asked mischievously.

“Amazing.” I said without thinking. “Actually sometimes it messes with my head, but Tabby has just taken it in her stride.”

“You always overthink things, Karl, you’re like me, that’s why we get on so well. But. No more checking out my tits!” She said, in mock admonishment.

“What about your pussy?” Tabby asked, coming back into the room at the right moment.

“What?” Demanded Cassie.

“If he can’t check out your tits, what about your pussy?”

As Cassie was thinking of what to say, Tabby looked down and I followed her gaze to a flash of blue sticking out of Cassie’s handbag. My naughty wife reached in and removed what turned out to be a very pretty blue bra, the same one I had looked at for too long this afternoon at work.

“Ahem!” Tabby exclaimed. “Is someone trying to tell us something?”

Cassie blushed.

“You’re right, the bra looked great, but felt soooooo restricted. I promise I’m not trying to tell you anything at all.”

“I think your shoulders need to be rewarded for having a pretty,

shitty bra digging into them all day.”Tabby said as she stood behind Cassie taking her shoulders firmly and beginning to massage them. Often Tabby and I would trade massages, whiling away Sunday afternoons in a state of relaxed bliss.

After a moment of resistance and a show of reluctance on Cassie’s face, she relaxed into the sensations washing over her from Tabby’s touch.

Freed from the restraints of her bra, Cassie’s breasts moved tantalisingly,

and I get myself reacting. Even thought it was perfectly innocent, it was one of the hottest things I had ever seen. And – even though it was a purely innocent moment between friends, Cassie’s nipples hardened beneath her filmy top.

“Oh wow, this feels really good, Tabby” said Cassie.

I had watched porn scenes with this exact scenario, it was as cliche as it gets, but here, in real life, with my wife’s hands massaging my female boss’s neck, it was just so…..unbelievable. Cassie’s nipples had not gone down. As she came out of her euphoric trance, she looked at me, looking at her boobs.

“Tabby?”

“Hmmm?” Tabby replied, concentrating on the job at hand.

“He’s doing it again.”

“Doing what?”

“Staring at my tits.”

There was silence for a moment, before Tabby threw caution to the very teeth of the wind. She reached over and cupped Cassie’s tits confidently, as if it was something she’d done a hundred times before. Her mouth was next to Cassie’s ear, and she spoke softly, yet clearly.

“When he looks, how does it make you feel. Because from where I’m standing, you appear to be responding relatively positively, Cass.”

Cassie whimpered. She actually whimpered.

Tabby reached down and lifted the hem of Cassie’s top up and over her boobs, giving me the most incredible view of two beautifully pert breasts with nipples standing tall.

“Karl, is this what you were looking to see?” Teased Tabby.

“Yep.” I said hoarsely.