What My Wife Confessed to Me After Her Girls' Night Out

Last Thursday, my wife told me she wanted to go to the movies with her daughter. She’s forty-eight, with a blonde mane that still falls down her back and a body many women half her age would envy. After so much time together, I still look at her like I did on the first day.

Her daughter, Carla, is around twenty-nine. Blonde too, tall, with the confidence of someone who knows she’s attractive. They were going to see one of those long, award-winning films that make me want to fall asleep before the credits.

—Are you coming? —she asked me, already with her bag in hand.

—Thanks, but I’ll pass —I replied—. It’s not my thing. I’d be bored stiff. You two go and enjoy yourselves.

We agreed I’d drive them there and then go back to pick them up. I dropped them off at seven in the evening by the square, near the cinema entrance, and went home.

Being alone at home is one of those small pleasures I almost never allow myself. No one asking questions, no schedules, no obligations.

The first thing I did was take my clothes off. Naked, with the laptop on my knees, I spent my time moving from one page to another without any clear purpose.

I went from one video to the next with my groin already awake.

Just like her art-house movie, I thought, smiling to myself.

I stayed that way for a good while, lost among other people’s bodies and moans, until desire beat me twice over. When I was done, I felt relaxed, empty, and a little ridiculous, as always.

I was getting dressed to go pick them up when the phone rang. It was her.

—Honey, we’ve decided to grab dinner around here. When we’re done I’ll call you and you can come get us.

—Perfect. Girls’ night, then. Have fun.

It didn’t bother me at all. My wife almost never goes out without me, and I thought it was healthy for her to let loose a little, to laugh and forget the routine for one night.

I made myself a couple of hot sandwiches, opened a beer, and sat in front of the television. I don’t even remember what was on, because I fell asleep on the sofa with the remote still in my hand.

After midnight, the buzz of my mobile woke me up.

—Daniel, it’s gotten ridiculously late. It would be silly for you to come out at this hour. I’m staying over at the girl’s house and I’ll go straight from there tomorrow.

—All right, then. I’ll drag myself to bed. I was dead on the sofa. See you tomorrow. Love you.

—Love you too, honey. Sleep well.

I hung up without giving it another thought and went to sleep.

***

The next day I got up early, as always. Shower, quick coffee, and off to work. I got home in the late afternoon, and there she was, the table set and the food ready, as if nothing had happened.

—How was the movie? —I asked as I sat down.

—Good, though I expected more. It left me a bit cold, to be honest.

—And dinner?

—We just snacked on whatever. You know Carla eats like a bird.

—Did you do anything after that?

—No, we went straight to sleep at her house.

As she said it, I noticed her eyes drop to the floor and a slight blush rise in her cheeks. I didn’t give it much thought. If there was one thing I was sure of in this life, it was my wife’s loyalty.

The afternoon passed with an odd sort of normality. She was quieter than usual, lost in her thoughts. She’s always been a woman of long silences, so I didn’t worry either.

We had a light dinner, watched some TV, and went to bed early. We each took our book and, with the bedside lamps on, started reading.

I quickly realized she wasn’t reading. She turned pages without looking at them, shifted around, repositioned the pillow, sighed.

—What’s wrong with you? You’re restless.

—No, nothing.

—Well, anyone would say otherwise.

I went back to my reading, but she stayed the same, unable to keep still.

—Are you going to tell me what’s going on?

All I got was silence. I put the book down on the nightstand, sat up, and looked her in the eyes.

—Come on. Everything that’s happened to us over the years, we’ve faced together. So tell me already.

—It’s just that you’re not going to like it.

—Until you tell me, I won’t know whether I like it or not.

Another uncomfortable silence settled between us. I decided to wait without pressing her, giving her time.

—Look… I haven’t told you the whole truth about last night.

—What happened?

A deep, anguished sigh came before the words.

—I was with a man.

—What? You were with a man? What man?

—That’s it. What I just told you.

—You haven’t told me anything. I want you to tell me everything, without leaving out a single detail.

—It’s going to hurt you.

—That’s for me to decide. Speak. From beginning to end.

Another sigh, this time accompanied by tears that began to slide down her cheeks. And then, with a broken voice, she began to speak.

***

“When we left the cinema, we went to a street full of bars that’s always packed. We went into one, sat down, and ordered some plates to share with a couple of glasses of white wine. We were chatting away, about our things, laughing like two friends.

The place was bursting at the seams, people of all ages, though middle-aged men were the majority. We minded our own business, not paying attention to anyone.

When we were almost done, two guys came over to flirt. Asking if we were sisters, saying how pretty we were, what our names were, all that same old nonsense. I told Carla we should leave, but she insisted we stay a little longer.

They sat down with us and wouldn’t stop laying on the compliments. I felt uncomfortable, out of place, but she was delighted with the little game.

They bought us another round, and with the wine I relaxed without even noticing. We’d been like that for half an hour when the younger one suggested changing places, going somewhere quieter.

I said no, but Carla took my hand and told them to ignore me. They paid and we went out into the street.”

I listened without interrupting. I was angry, hurt, and yet there was something else, something I didn’t want to admit and that was making itself felt between my legs with an arousal that embarrassed me.

“We walked for a while and went into a small pub, dimly lit with soft music. We sat on low sofas and ordered more drinks. Carla settled in next to the younger one, and I, almost without thinking, next to the other.

I tried to keep up a trivial conversation, but I could see her pressing closer and closer to her companion. After the second round, the atmosphere changed. The two men’s hands started to brush against us, especially Carla.

In a moment of distraction, the younger man was already kissing her mouth. I was so stunned that I didn’t notice the one beside me had placed his hand on my thigh and was stroking it very slowly.

I don’t know what came over me, Daniel. I don’t know if it was the wine or the memory of being young and free, but the thing is I let him keep going. His hand moved up my leg while I just held his gaze, too weak to push him away.”

I swallowed hard. I wanted her to stop and, at the same time, to keep telling me everything.

“The man with me reached the center of my sex, and all I did was spread my legs a little. My underwear was soaked, like it hadn’t been in years. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and let myself go.

His fingers worked their way inside me, and in just a couple of minutes they ripped an orgasm out of me that I couldn’t hide. When I opened my eyes, Carla was looking at me and smiling. She came over and gave me a soft kiss on the lips, as if giving me permission.

The younger man said we should go somewhere more intimate. He took us to his apartment. I couldn’t stop it, I was too aroused, with a desire that had been sleeping for far too long.”

My face was burning. I’ve never been a jealous man, and even so, anger was living side by side with an arousal I couldn’t hide.

“At his place we had another drink. My head wasn’t working right anymore. I looked at Carla and saw her completely unleashed, kissing the younger man while he lifted her dress with one hand and held her breast with the other.

The man with me undressed. He had a well-built body, no hair, and a firm cock, not huge, but very hard. He came over and started undressing me slowly, while I never took my eyes off him.

When he took off my underwear, he brought it to his face and inhaled. He told me it had been a long time since he’d been with a woman that wet. He laid me down on the sofa and made me his right there.

I’m not going to lie, it was intense. He fucked me hard and I dug my hands into his back, pulling him toward me. I couldn’t stop moaning. I didn’t recognize myself.”

I clenched my teeth. Part of me hated her in that instant; another part wanted her more than ever.

“A couple of meters away, Carla was already naked, on all fours, and the younger man was taking her from behind. She was begging for more, telling him not to stop. I spread my legs as wide as I could, on the verge of coming a second time that night.

He asked if he could finish inside me. I told him yes, that I wanted to feel everything. When he warned me he was coming, I felt his heat and couldn’t hold back a cry. I came apart completely, shaking.

Carla came as soon as she heard me, while the younger man kept moving inside her. After that, the four of us lay there, exhausted, in silence, not quite knowing what to say.”

She fell silent for a moment, looking for my reaction.

—And that was more or less it. We got dressed and went to sleep at the girl’s house.

—Are you very angry? —she asked, her voice trembling.

I didn’t answer.

—I promise it won’t happen again.

—Yes —I said at last, moving closer to her—. Yes, it will happen again. But next time I’ll be there in front, watching them do it to you.

Her eyes flew wide open. Before she could answer, I threw her onto the bed. That night I made her mine like I hadn’t in years, with a rage and a desire I didn’t even know I had in me.