Ask

Your wife came into the bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed. "W...well?" you asked, yes darting back and forth from her barely covered breasts to her nylon covered legs.

"He said maybe," she said.

"M...maybe? What's that mean? Maybe?"

"It means maybe," she said.

"He...he's attracted to you," you said, "I saw him looking at you."

"Oh, he's attracted to me," she chuckled. "I mean, look at me."

"Why maybe then?"

"He's not sure you're on board," she said.

"You told him I am, right?"

She nodded. "I'm seducing someone you know," she said, "it's natural he's unsure."

"Look at your dress," you said, "what more does he need?"

She looked down. "He..."

"What?" you said.

"He wants to hear it from you," she said.

"M...me?"

"He wants you to...to ask him."

"Ask him?" Your eyes were wide. "You told him, you sure you told him?"

"I...I told him," she said. "I...I told him...just like we discussed...that you had...inadequacy issues and wanted me...want him to...to take care of me."

"So...so why does he want me to ask?" you asked.

She shrugged. "That's just what he wants," she said. "He...he's in the other room...waiting..."

"I'm supposed to just go ask him to fuck my wife?" you asked.

She nodded. "Yes," she said. "Yes."