Conflagration by Matthew Lee Page B

feel regret if I skip my period.”
    “It could be mine. I fucked you right after he did.”
    She placed her hand atop mine on the table. “That’s true, Honey, it could be yours.”
    I knew what she was really saying; it could be yours, but what are the odds...?
    We paid the bill and left. We planned on shopping and I was headed for the mall when she told me to take her to bed. I turned the car around and headed home.
    As always, our sex life jumped up a level. Maybe three levels. We text and flirted and fucked like crazy. She told me Chris text her often but after the first few days she told him her husband was back from Europe so he needed to stop. He did.
    I left it at that. Tiffany flirted with men she met during her day and text me about it right away. By the time I got home every night I was hot and ready and so was she and our passion was out of this world. We went to an adult store and found a dildo that looked exactly like Chris and brought that home for the nights she craved someone bigger than me.
    We'd done it; Tiffany had taken another man. We'd gone all the way with our newly discovered lifestyle, but we both seemed a little reluctant to do it again.  
    Months later I got an invite from Ray to meet for beers and catch up. I debated what I would tell him. I was sure he would ask for an update but did I really want any of my friends knowing? I decided I'd keep it to myself and then remembered how open and honest he'd been with me and I felt shitty. I'd tell him, I decided, but swear him to secrecy.
    We met at our usual pub and ordered pizza and beer. Ray and I caught up on our wives, jobs, and sport team’s successes and failures, and then a natural pause settled in. I looked up and found Ray studying my face.
    “What happened?” he asked. “Something happened. I can see it. Did Tiffany fuck someone else? That's my guess. You're not crushed so it must have been mutual consent. Mother of God this is hot. Shy conservative Tiffany spreading her legs. Was the guy big? I bet he was big. To get Tiff to leap off that cliff he had to be big.”
    “Stop! Fucking mind-reader. How do you know all this? Why do you care so much?”
    “I knew it! Fuck yes! Tiffany is smoking hot, David, you know that. All us husbands talk about her. You easily have the hottest wife and some of us have really sexy wives. Tiff blows them all away. The only mark against her was how straight-laced she acts. If you tell me she stepped out on you I'm going to get really excited.”
    I felt a twinge of panic. “Ray, I'll tell you, but you have to promise, you have to swear you won't tell anyone else. Tiff has no idea I talk to you about these things. If I tell you this, I'll have to tell her I told you. She'll want to know you can be trusted and I'll have to convince her which means you'll need to convince me.”
    He got deadly serious.
    “David, I've known you for decades. I trusted you with the truth about me and Janet. No one else knows that. I'm a flake, I know that, but you've always ignored that fact and stood by me no matter what. You're my best friend. I love you like a brother. I'd never do anything to betray that trust or hurt you. I mean it.”
    I believed him. Everything he said was true. I took a deep breath and began and I held nothing back. I told him all of it, including my insecurities and Tiff's fondness for big dicks.  He stopped me only occasionally to clarify a point. When I mentioned the lack of condoms his eyes narrowed and I felt lust radiating off of him. I finished and leaned back in my chair.
    “David, Janet goes bare-back now but didn't for the first year. Tiff went bare her first time out. I love it. Tiffany might be the sexiest woman on earth.”
    I nodded slow agreement.
    He chewed on my story for a while and then leaned forward. “You'll have to tell Tiff that I know. Based on her reaction, you can tell her or not that I've invited you both to a party with me and Janet. It's an adult party, very sexy,