Triple Adultery

Triple Adultery

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Do you want to join us for tea, Anton?

I looked up from my desk and was pleased to see a young lady standing at the door of my office. Her name is Edith, and my mood always jumps up a few notches whenever I see her. She is in her late twenties and married to a man named Olaf. Happily married, as she always insists.

A male colleague of similar age accompanied her. His name is Colin. I am about ten years older than both of them.

About two years earlier, Colin had come out of the closet: he is gay. This was accepted very well by everyone. Like most gay people I know, Colin is delightful company. There is nothing gay about his appearance. He looks as straight as an office clerk. But the word "gay" described his character very well. He likes to joke about his sexual preference, but always in good taste. Colin, Edith, and I like each other a lot, and we always have fun when we get together. We all enjoy the occasional naughty remark.

Colin recently married a man named Greg, whom I have never met. I have been married for almost fifteen years to my lovely wife Anna. We have a strong bond with each other, but admittedly, the sparks are not always flying like they used to.

"A cup of tea? Great idea, Edith," I said. "My day needs to be brightened up a bit. It is nice weather, so we can have our tea outside in the sun. And we can also bask in the suns on your dress. Very nice! Is it new?"

"Thanks, Anton! Yes, it is a new one. But it is not a dress. It is a top with a matching skirt."

"Sorry, Edith, women's clothing is too complicated for me." Edith looked adorable in a pinkish top adorned with bright yellow suns and a pink skirt. I compliment her on her clothing with moderation. Women love it when you do that, but they get a little nervous if it happens too often. Some women get immediately into sexual harassment mode if you do it even once.

But Edith was not like that at all. She beamed with joy if you said you liked her dress. If you exaggerated or said something too gratuitous, she might get sarcastic, but always in a charming way. She might say, "You have to work on your compliments, Anton. You said the same thing yesterday."

We both understood the limits of acceptable conversation in the office. I would never say, "Your tits look great in that dress," or "That dress makes me fantasize about wild sex," or that sort of thing. Not even as a joke, although I suspect she could handle that.

Colin listened with a smile on his face to our dress discussion, and then asked, "What about my dress?" "You look absolutely smashing, my dear," I said, adding enough sarcasm in my tone of voice that he could not possibly miss it. He was not wearing anything special, though. Just a pair of jeans and a blue T-shirt. With Colin, sexual innuendos were more common. He might say things like, "I could give you a nice massage, if you want," if you complained about back pain.

We both understood what he meant by a "nice massage", and since I am bi-curious, I once told him, "OK, let's do that. I would love a massage." But then it turned out to be just a bluff. He changed the topic very quickly.

When we sat down on the outdoor terrace with our cups of tea, Edith said, "I am alone this week. Olaf had to go to an international conference in Rome." I know Olaf well, and I consider him a friend. He worked in the same group as Edith, Colin, and me until a year ago, when he left for a better job. He is a computer wizard, working on AI-related things. Please don't ask me what exactly.

"I am also alone," I said. "Anna had to go to assist her mother this evening. Her mother is sick."

"Nothing serious, I hope?" said Edith.

"Not as far as we know. Maybe she just needs attention. Anna cares a lot about her, and that's great. But consequently, I am alone this night, and probably tomorrow night as well."

"Well, that makes three of us," said Colin. "Greg has a meeting in India. I hope you all take good care of yourselves. I know I do!"

We laughed because we knew precisely what he meant, but did not want to go there.

We had a nice conversation about various topics of common interest. At the end, Edith said, "Since we are all alone, maybe we could go out for dinner together?"

"Great idea," said Colin.

"That will be vegan then?" I asked. I knew Edith was vegan and Colin was a vegetarian. "But OK, I will come with you, your company will more than compensate for the lack of meat."

"I have plenty of meat, though," said Colin.

"Colin!" said Edith, giggling and rolling her eyes. "Can you never control yourself?"

"I am just trying to make you laugh, my dear." He often called her "my dear" or "honey", presumably because, as a gay guy, he believed he could get away with that. I think with Edith I could also get away with that, but I would never say something like that to any other girl in the office.

We agreed on an Indian restaurant that had some vegan dishes.

"Let us meet at the main entrance of the office at six," Edith said. "Now I have to go because I still have a lot of work to do."

"What a pity," I said. I meant it, because I loved her company. But at least I would have dinner with her! That thought alone cheered me up.

We walked to the restaurant. It was already quite full, and we had not reserved. Luckily, there was a table for four people still free. I sat down next to Colin, and Edith sat in front of him.

A waiter came to take our orders. He was wearing a brightly colored shirt, just like all the other waiters.

"That's a nice shirt," Colin said. "You look gorgeous in it."

"Thank you, Sir, but I did not choose it. The management selected it. It is not even Indian but Indonesian." He moved his head in an unusual way, as Indian people often do. But I also thought I spotted some gay mannerisms.

He took our orders, and after he left, I said, "Colin, I saw you flirting with that guy. Do you think he is gay?"

"I am almost certain he is," said Colin. "But do you think I was flirting? Maybe you are right! I think we usually do not notice our own flirting. For example, you are flirting with Edith almost all the time."

I blushed and said as innocently as possible, "Oh really?"

"Yes, you are," said Edith, "and it is perfectly fine. I love getting attention. But I know you well enough to know that you will remain civilized. I am not worried that you will suddenly start kissing me, not to mention grab me by the pussy."

"He would love to do that!" said Colin.

"Oh, Colin, please stop it," I said. I think I never heard Edith use the word "pussy" in my presence. But out of the office, the language constraints were more relaxed. I raised my eyebrows when she used that word, and she noticed.

"Anton, I have to confess something," she said.

"She's in love with you," guessed Colin.

"No, that is not it. But I have been asking myself what I would say if you were to ask me out to dinner one day, just by myself. And I am not sure what I would do. On the one hand, I like your company, but dinner with a guy alone raises some expectations in his mind. Of course, I would not allow you to pay for me, but even then."

"For precisely this reason, I have not asked you yet. I would have to tell Anna that I am going out to dinner with you, and I think it would make her feel uncomfortable. And if I did not tell her, it would feel wrong."

"Ah, the fear of adultery," said Colin. "You love birds must be happy that I am here with you."

We laughed and ignored Colin's teasing. We were indeed happy he was with us, just because of his charming gay personality.

The waiter appeared and served several bowls of nicely perfumed curries.

"Wow, what a smell of ginger," said Colin. He looked at the waiter and asked, "That is an aphrodisiac, isn't it?"

"Sir, with this charming lady, I don't think you need an aphrodisiac," he answered, smiling.

"I am not a lady's man, my friend, if you know what I mean. And she is not my partner, just a colleague."

"I see, well, in that case, welcome to the club, Sir. But with that gentleman, you would not need an aphrodisiac either." He looked in my direction. Edith laughed out loud.

"He is not my partner either; my husband is in India right now," said Colin.

"I am so sorry, Sir. I should have kept my mouth shut." He looked embarrassed. In such a situation, Colin always looks for ways to make things worse.

He said, while the waiter was still present, "Did you hear that, Anton, he thinks you are cute. I am sure Anna wouldn't mind if you tried it with a man once!" He looked at the waiter and asked, "Are you free tonight? Maybe you can take my friend to the Pink Rocket Club."

"No, I have a husband waiting for me at home. My god, you are naughty, even for a gay man. Enjoy your food!"

We were all giggling now. Edith said, roaring with laughter, "If I had known you were gay, Anton, I would have thought entirely differently about your flirting!"

"Very funny, Edith, but don't challenge me. I may get an incredible urge to demonstrate my heterosexuality."

"Ah, a hissy fit," said Colin. "Strange how strongly men react to the suggestion that they might be gay. As if there is something wrong with being gay! But don't worry, Anton. I know you are straight. But you are indeed quite cute."

We enjoyed our food and had an enjoyable conversation. Edith had a big smile on her face the whole time, and could not keep her thoughts to herself.

"Did you hear what the waiter said about me?" she asked, beaming with joy.

"Well, he is gay, Edith, he is not an expert on female attractiveness," I said. "But I agree, I would not need an aphrodisiac if I ended up in bed with you."

"Wow, Anton, you have never talked to me like that before! Ending up in bed with me! Don't try that phrase with any other girl in the office. You might lose your job. But I am not upset about it, I am not a snowflake. Quite the contrary, I am flattered!"

"OK, Anton, now it is time to turn up the heat one more notch," said Colin. "You are almost in scoring position."

"I am happily married, Colin," said Edith. "And Anton is married as well."

"Happily?" Asked Colin, somewhat deviously.

"Yes, I love Anna. And I know that she loves me. But I can be tempted by forbidden fruit sometimes."

At that moment, the waiter arrived, and he overheard what I said. "May I suggest some passion fruit mousse for dessert, Sir?"

We laughed and ordered what he suggested.

Edith had been thinking about our previous remarks. "Were you serious when you said that Anton is cute, Colin? Could you imagine having sex with him?"

"Absolutely," said Colin. "Unless he has an ugly cock. That would turn me off."

"Not so loud, Colin," I said. I looked around a bit nervously, because the restaurant was quite full, and I was worried about us being overheard.

Edith continued her questions, but lowered her voice to a little more than a whisper. "How about you, Anton? Can you even imagine sex with Colin?"

My mind was struggling between appearing open-minded and ultra-straight. I chose the former option, which is the more honest one. I whispered, "I can imagine hugging him, and kissing him, and even sucking his you-know-what. But that is where it stops. Using the back door turns me off, and even more among men."

"Well, that is a start," said Colin. But before you start sucking my cock, remember that I am also married." Being Colin, he deliberately emphasized the word 'cock', but without effect. There was too much background noise for anyone to hear it.

We enjoyed our delicious passion fruit mousse and tried to talk a bit more, but the background noise made it harder and harder to understand each other. So we gestured the waiter to bring us the bill.

When he brought the bill, he apologized for his remarks about Edith and me. "Don't worry about it," I said, "It started a very exciting discussion."

He looked at Colin and whispered to him, "Tell your husband to be careful in India. They don't like our kind of people there."

"Thanks for the advice, my friend. But I am sure my husband will be careful. He is very loyal. He will keep his zipper closed at all times."

We gave him a huge tip and left the restaurant.

"I have to go to the train station," said Edith. Olaf and Edith live in a nearby village, with an efficient twenty-minute train connection to the office.

It was a warm evening, even a bit steamy. Perhaps that explained our spicy conversation in the restaurant. It was clear that we were all on the same wavelength and that we would like to continue along this way, to see where it would lead. I am not sure the other two had concrete goals in mind, but I did. Not very explicitly, but in the back of my mind, I was fantasizing about getting a bit more physical with them. With Edith, of course, but perhaps even with Colin. I was not mapping out a concrete strategy, but I was determined to let things flow, and to steer the flow in certain directions at any opportunity I got.

But I knew that at the train station, Edith would leave us, and our interaction would inevitably end. So I invited them to my apartment for a glass of wine. It was just a few minutes walk from the train station, albeit in the opposite direction. Colin lived nearby, so going to my place was just a small detour for him. Both of them accepted my invitation eagerly. "My last train goes in about three hours, so I have some time for that," said Edith. "Nobody is awaiting me at home, and you guys are nice company."

That was music to my ears! For me, Edith was more than just nice company. She was the main star in my sexual fantasy world! When I am horny there is usually one person in my environment that I start fantasizing about. Never a movie star or a famous female singer. It must be a person whom I have a chance of meeting in real life. So it is always a person that I know, and usually the same one for several years. That person is like my fantasy mistress. I think of her when lying in bed, next to Anna or alone, and especially while having sex with Anna. I have to be careful not to call out her name while having sex.

During the last several years, my fantasy mistress was Edith. I have had sex with her in all imaginable situations and all possible and impossible positions. I have had threesomes with her and Anna, and even with her and Olaf. There is enough material for hours of porn movies, but it is all in my imagination. One does not usually expect one's fantasies to become reality.

This evening, Colin was a complicating factor. Without him, Edith would never have accepted my invitation. In the unlikely event that she were to accept to have a glass of wine with me alone, then both of us were sufficiently experienced to know what that meant.

But in Colin's presence, there was little chance of any naughty business with Edith. Colin would feel left out and leave, thinking he was an obstacle to our affair. If he were to leave too early, Edith would also leave, because she would not want to be alone with me.

In addition, Colin is gay. That severely diminished the chance of a threesome. I did not want sex with him, although I was willing to explore some new directions. He did not want sex with Edith, I assumed. But on the other hand, Colin was certainly an asset. He had a very charming and entertaining dirty mind.

I realized that I was overthinking this, and I told myself to just let things go wherever they wanted to go.

While we were leaving the restaurant, I got a message from Anna. We usually communicated with text messages, because phone calls were often too intrusive. We made voice calls only when things got urgent. Anna texted, "Mama is a little bit better now, but I will stay another night with her anyway. Surprise: Ronald also showed up. Mama forgot to tell me he was coming over. He stays for the night, so I have pleasant company. I will return the day after tomorrow."

Ronald is my brother-in-law. He was married to Anna's older sister, who tragically died two years ago. He has been exceptionally kind in assisting Anna's mother, despite not being a blood relative. I know he likes Anna a lot. Anna looks very much like her older sister, but she is a bit more attractive, at least in my opinion. So I can understand why Ronald likes my wife. Anna is also very fond of Ronald and feels sorry for him.

Anna and I have often wondered what Ronald's sex life looked like after losing his wife. Did he even have any? Anna even once suggested to me to have a threesome with him. I agreed in principle, but we did not dare to propose that to Ronald yet. We did not even know how to bring it up.

I was wondering where Ronald was going to sleep. My mother-in-law did have a guest bed. It was a double bed, but it was one of those narrow ones. You could sleep there with two people, but only if you were very fond of each other. Touching each other's bodies under the blankets was inevitable.

I decided not to ask Anna where she and Ronald intended to sleep. It would look a bit too suspicious.

"Where are we going, Anton?" asked Edith. "Do you want to return to the office?"

Indeed, I was so strongly focused on Anna's message and its possible implications that I walked my daily route on automatic pilot.

I changed direction and continued my thoughts about Anna. I decided that if Anna and Ronald had sex, I did not need to know. It would be wonderful for him and for Anna as well. I did not think my marriage was in any danger. Ronald was several years older than me, was getting bald, and in the early stages of a pot belly. During sauna visits with his wife and Anna I had seen him naked, and his penis was nothing to write home about, although I have never been able to determine what kind of cocks women prefer. "Yours is just perfect, dear," is all I ever heard. Perhaps because it is true.

After we had entered the living room, Edith said, smiling, "It is good that Colin joined us, Anton. Otherwise, I would have assumed you had sex in mind." Just what I thought!

"I always have sex in mind," I said. "I am a guy, you know. I have read that a man thinks of sex every five minutes."

"I hope I am not in the way of some good sex," Colin remarked. Then he added, jokingly, "There are plenty of opportunities here: seven holes and two cocks!"

"Try to put your cock in your own asshole," I remarked.

"OK, that removes one of the seven options," Colin admitted, "But there are videos of guys sucking their own dicks."

In the absence of other people who might overhear us, our conversation had become a few steps more raunchy.

Edith giggled and said, "You scumbags! I am getting scared of staying in your company. Are all men like this?" She loved the word 'scumbag,' but she always used it in jest, and she never meant it as a serious insult.

"You are married to a guy, Edith. Is he also a scumbag?" I asked.

"He is even worse, I am afraid," said Edith. "But I like men like this. So I am going to stay a little while, if you don't mind. I am curious how this evening will evolve."

"So you are not scared of us, I hope?" I said.

"No, I think you are civilized scumbags. You are not going to do anything against my will. I just have to make sure I don't get too much wine."

"Wine? Oh shit, I completely forgot the wine because of the conversation. It's Colin's fault. He started talking about sex, as usual. This completely distracted me."

"Well, it wasn't me this time. It was Edith who started talking about sex, namely when we entered the living room," said Colin. "I think she loves that subject!"

"Sure, it is my fault now," said Edith, sarcastically.

I went to the kitchen to get a bottle of wine and put three glasses on the table. I filled Edith's glass almost to the rim. "Here you are, Edith, I think you need some."

"That's way too much! Wine can make me so horny sometimes," said Edith. It was clear that she was quite horny already.