Adam tries to understand.

"So, what's up with Lottie?" Adam asked as they arrived at their usual first stop.

Harry settled into his chair. Adam was his best mate but also not the person he wanted to tell that he was getting off on flaunting his wife off at work.

"It's nothing, just something we've been trying," Harry said as he took a gulp of his pint. Then, wanting to change the subject and with enthusiasm in his voice, he added, "Forget that! It's your last night out here for a while - let's make it memorable!"

The conversation quickly returned to lighter topics as Harry and Adam spent the next few hours laughing, joking and talking about all manner of things. Time flew by, and soon the sun had set, and they had gone through five pint's each already.

As they walked into the unfamiliar bar, Adam was keen to draw out the details of the new venture Harry and Lottie had been "trying" with. It wasn't like Harry to keep secrets from him, and Adam was worried that Lottie's pressure would eventually push Harry away from him.

"Ahh, I don't think I'm getting any luck tonight, buddy. I'll get my share when I'm away, but what's happening with you?" Adam inquired in a curious voice. "You two having problems? I just want to help."

Harry chuckled at the suggestion of assistance, though he knew it was well-meaning.

"I guess Lottie's been trying out some new looks at work, getting attention from the guys," Harry admitted.

"Really? That kind of thing? I noticed her...well..."

"Her tits? Yeah, that blouse didn't leave much to the imagination, did it..."

"Hey man, do whatever you want; just be careful who she does it around - though I'm not sure why you'd want any guy seeing her like that, for that matter. You like what you like, I guess," said Adam.

"Oh, I don't even know. Our sex life has always been really good and... I'm so lucky to have a woman like her. I mean, I'm not exactly the most desirable guy out there, but she chose me. And since we started this whole thing, our sex life has skyrocketed. She's practically begging for it lately. It's only been two days, but they were amazing."

"A trophy wife," quipped Adam.

"Yeah," Harry agreed with a laugh. "But it's working, I think,"

"Yeah, she just seemed really mad earlier?" Adam asked with concern.

"Well... She had a meeting with one of the guys she's been trying to impress," Harry answered, his voice thick in shame. "Yesterday, he'd grabbed her thigh at work in front of me and then today, I opened up her top while he was out of the room, then left them alone in the meeting."

Harry sighed heavily, then added, "Fuck, I don't know. We ended up fucking last night, and it was so good. I don't think I can remember her ever cumming like that with me. And I don't think I want to stop. It's just sooo fucking good, and I want to see where it goes."

Adam groaned and slid Harry's beer away from him. "You're not seriously thinking about sharing her, are you? Now I'm starting to think maybe we've had too much to drink," he said.

"No, no, nothing like that, I think... ahh, I don't know. I just know she was so turned on. I think she was mad today because I'd shown her off." Harry said as he swiped his pint back, finishing it off, "I think she loves it like I do. I think she's just concerned with... Well, like you said, what sane husband would strip his wife for another man that had already had his hands on her."

Adam shook his head, "You two are so weird... but if it's working for you, I guess there's not much I can say. Just be careful, don't let it get out of hand."

Harry just smiled and nodded in agreement as he downed the last of the beer and signalled to the bartender for another round. Adam just rolled his eyes before taking a sip from his own glass and looking around the room worriedly. He could see Harry was already getting drunk and wanted to ensure he'd keep an eye on him tonight, despite their joking banter. They were friends, after all.