Leaving your child behind with the babysitter, you and your wife (a 31 year old beautiful brunette named Kathryn) go out to an expensive, Italian candlelit dinner for two. Neither of you talk much, which isn't the way it used to be between you two. Both of you are dressed up, the food was great, but something feels ... unsaid. You're tired. She's bored. The air around the both of you is filled with a quiet tension that has been building for the last year.

"Honey..." she begins to say after a sip of wine, but then she pauses and sighs. She takes a longer pull from the wine glass. "Remember when we first met at the university?"

you nod, smiling "Yeah..." you chuckle "...you were mean!"

she gasps "No I wasn't! I was ... I was sad."

with a shrug, you nod again "Yeah, that too... but mostly angry. You had just had an argument with your best friend... and luckily I was there to turn that frown upside down with my charm." you wink

she slides a hand over the table to gently place it on your's "Well..." her eyes and voice take on a more serious tone "There's something I've been wanting to tell you for a long time, and lately... lately I've wished I had told you a long time ago. But... I was worried about how you would take. But I can't hold this in any longer"

"Baby, you can tell me anything" you reply sincerely, squeezing her hand warmly

"She..." sighing deeply "she wasn't my friend. I didn't have a fight with my friend."

"I don't understand, Kathryn. Who... who was she, then?"

"She," she cleared her throat a little "she was... my lover."

your eyes widen a little as you breathe in deeply, your lips forming an 'O' "Oooooh..." you look down, thinking, then nod to yourself "that explains why I never met her and why you didn't try to mend those fences"

"Yeah..." she bites her bottom lip "honey... I don't know how to say this, but ... I miss ..."

your heart sinks as you finish her sentence "You miss her and want a divorce" you shake your head with your eyes still cast downward, and attempt to pull your hand away from her

"No!" she grasps your hand tighter as she quickly gets up and kneels beside your chair, looking up into your eyes with nothing but love "No, no, no, nooo, sweetie. I would never, no. Not in a million years, no!"her other hand rests on your thigh "what I was going to say is that ... I like women, too, always have, and sometimes I very much miss the touch of another woman. And that's nothing against you. You're my soulmate, and I'd rather be with you, forever, than literally anybody else in the world. But women, they just ... fulfill a different need within me. Does that make sense?"

you nod to her sympathetically "Yeah, it does. But.... what, does this mean you're having an affair?" your eyes search her own for the truth of the matter

"Not at all, honey. It's just, umm..."she chews on her lip for a moment and swallows "we've been in a rut lately, and I think you've felt that, too... and I had an idea to maybe try and fix both if these things."

you an arch a brow to her words

Licking her lips, she continues "What if we ... you know, find a girl we both like and invite her to, ummm, relieve this tension we have, hmm?"

your eyes go as wide as saucers at the thought "You want a threesome?!"

your wife grins with a waggle of her brow

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On your way back from the restaurant , your wife said some basic ground rules for the tryst. You will be allowed to choose the girl. It's your job to get her to the house, and she'll take care of the persuacive seduction. Obviously, the girl cannot be family, and should not be a friend of either of yours, nor a co-worker.

Your mind races for the rest of the drive home, Trying to think of any woman you know, or have met somewhere that you could find that may be interested in sharing a night with you and your wife. You might have to start flirting with one of the cute coffee barristas or a store clerk somewhere. Either way this would probably take some time to arrange.

When you pull into the driveway of your house, your wife gets out of the car and goes inside while you wait. A few minutes later, The front door opens again and the babysitter heads for your car so that you can give her a ride home. You catch your wife looking the girl up and down before going back into the house.

The car door opens and in slips Jenny, the babysitter. Her long legs are wrapped in yoga pants. Her breasts were tucked behind a tight little crop top, And her long silky pink hair gathered in a loose ponytail by her signature large white bow.

"Hi, Jenny! How'd things go tonight? Everything good?" You inquire

Her face lights up with a beautiful smile as she nods "Oh yes No problems at all, it's always easy babysitting for you. I got a lot of paperwork done for one of my college courses so it was even better!"

As you drive her home, you can't help but steal glances at her supple thighs, and seeing her in a new light. She was only 19 years old and in her first year of college study as a freshman. She had been babysitting for less than a year, Using the extra money to help pay for food while she stayed in the school dorms on a Gymnastics scholarship.

When you pull up to her dorms you get out your wallet and reach out to her with $50. " You know, my wife was saying how super cute you are and I have to agree , you actually are very pretty. The boys must be lining up to get your phone number!" She giggles and shakes her head "No, I don't have time for boys. Gymnastics keeps me pretty occupied with all the training and practice i have to do."

perfect. You reach in and grab another fifty dollars out of the wallet, smiling to yourself. You hand that over to her as well "My wife and I wanted to thank you for always being there when we need you, so here's a little something extra. You mean a lot to us, And we want you to know that."

"Oh, wow, thank you so much. This actually really, really helps!" she's all smiles as she leans over and gives you a peck on the cheek, then apologizes for crossing aboundry "I'm sorry, it's just you don't even know how much I needed this."

"No apologies needed, Jenny. In fact, what are you doing next Friday night? You see, we'd like to have you over for dinner. A special dinner. We'll be dropping the kid off with grandma for the weekend, so you don't have to do anything but show up and enjoy our company ... and we'll give you some exrtra spending money. We just wanted to show you our appreciation and to ... get to know you better. No strings attached."

her jaw drops and then she blushes at his kindness "that would be wonderful, yes! That is, if you can give me a ride?"

you smile, perhaps a little darkly "Oh yeah ... i can give you a ride..." wink

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on the next Friday night, you get dressed, looking your best in business casual, and go pick up Jenny. After arriving with her back home, you admire her toned body in her white yoga pant's she's wearing as you both walk to the door. You let her in first, and close the door behind you now. Your lovely wife Kathryn anxiously awaits you both in the dining room.