Usually, Cindy and I would be together with Liz, but occasionally Liz would visit in the evening when Cindy was teaching one of her late classes. That’s where the trouble started. One night, just before Winter Break, Cindy came home to find Liz in bed with me. We had fallen asleep after a vigorous session, Liz on top of me where she had collapsed after her last orgasm. My wilted cock was still inside her.
I woke up to see Cindy standing next to the bed, quietly observing us. I’m not sure how long she had been there. I thought it odd that Cindy didn’t crawl in bed with us. Instead, she shook Liz awake.
“Did you two have fun?” my wife asked.
“Hi honey. We always have fun. Don’t we, Liz?”
Liz yawned and rolled off me. “We sure do. Your husband is damn good in bed, in case you hadn’t noticed,” she said.
“Yes, he is,” Cindy said. “That’s one of the reasons I married him. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to have a little alone time with him, assuming you haven’t used him up.”
I don’t know if Liz heard the tone of Cindy’s voice or noticed the set of her jaw, but I did. When we were dressed and Liz had left, I asked Cindy if anything was wrong.
“Wrong? Yeah, something’s wrong. You know Liz talks in her sleep.”
“Yeah, she does some times,” I said.
“Did you hear her tonight?”
“No. What did she say?”
“The little bitch was telling you she loves you. ‘I love you so much, Doc,’ she said. ‘I want to always be with you,’ she said. That’s a problem. A big problem, as I see it.”
“I didn’t hear her,” I said.
“Yeah, right.”
“I didn’t. She’s never said anything like that to me when she was awake,” I said.
“You sound awfully defensive,” Cindy said.
“Are you accusing me of something, Cindy? Because, if you are, I think you’d better spell it out. I’m not a mind-reader.”
“I think you two have gotten a little too close. I think you’re falling for her.”
“That’s ridiculous. I like her, sure, but it’s all about the sex. To me, there’s nothing different about this from the way it’s been with any other woman we’ve shared,” I said.
“Oh, there’s a difference, Paul. A big difference. When we started our threesome lifestyle, we agreed that I would be the one to choose our playmate. We agreed that we would always have the girl together. Have you forgotten that?” Cindy asked.
“I thought it wouldn’t matter,” I said.
“Oh, you did, did you?” Cindy said. “And just exactly why did you think that?”
“Well, I thought you liked her.”
“I did like her. I do like her, but not enough to let her steal my husband away from me,” Cindy said, a sharp edge in her voice. “It’s late, and I’m tired. Let’s go to bed. We can discuss this more in the morning.”
Cindy got ready for bed, putting on her flannel nightgown, the one that clearly indicates she wants to sleep. Taking my cue, I got in my side of the bed, rolled on my side with my back to Cindy, and closed my eyes.
The next morning, Cindy seemed to be in a slightly better mood. We shared breakfast-making chores and made small talk as we ate, neither of us bringing up the incidents of the previous evening. When the dishes were cleared, I decided it was time to talk.