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Alice called out as we returned.
“Oh, I’m so glad she’s ok!”
“We couldn’t stay away for long,” Jessica said. She pointed over at Brad.
“Besides, this one has been quiet all night. I’d love to hear from Bubby Boo.”
Jessica winked at Brad. I shook my head, grinning.
She’s mocking you, and you have no clue.
“It’s only fair, Alice. You got my man to tell you all his secrets.”
She flashed a playful smile at Alice. Brad’s hand trembled as he reached for his wine glass, and he smiled through gritted teeth. His fingers fumbled with the glass and knocked it over, spilling his Merlot all over the tablecloth.
“Dang it!”
Alice waved for Aaliyah, who came running with a hand towel.
“Goodness, Bubby. Mrs. Jessica has your number.”
She turned to my wife.
“I told you he gets nervous around pretty women, but I’ve never seen him like this. At least you know he’s not one of those homosexuals.”
Oh, god...here we go.
Aaliyah picked up the empty glass and hurried with her clean up, perhaps to avoid hearing what came next out of Alice’s toxic mouth. Brad stared at the dark wine stain on the tablecloth in front of him as Alice rubbed his arm.
“No, trust me, Mrs. Jessica. My Bubby likes him some lady bits.”
Ok, they didn’t say that in church.
“Just how God intended.”
There we go. We’re back.
Dinner continued with pontifications about the abominations of transgender persons, Muslims, and a half dozen other marginalized apostates. I wished Huda could have taken part.
You’d both have met your match.
“Alice, what do you say we ladies go for a walk and let these two boys have some male bonding time?” Jessica asked.
Alice’s smile glowed, and she clapped her hands together.
“That’s a lovely idea!”
As soon as the ladies got out of earshot, Brad leaned over to me.
“Do you realize your wife Jessica is flirting with other men?”
I smiled.
Time to get off the bench, Ron.
“Oh, yes. She does that.”
“And it doesn’t bother you?”
I swallowed hard and looked at my water glass.
“No. Not at all.”
My chest tightened.
I’m not good at this.
“I can’t control her, I’ve learned.”
Recently.
“She’s a wild vixen. Has an insatiable appetite for sex,” I said.
Brad sat back in his chair and looked down the pathway at the shadows as they engulfed our ladies.
“I kinda wish my Alice was that way.”
I joined him in reclining and folded my hands in front of me.
“I’m pretty horny, too,” he said.
I fought to keep my eyes from widening.
How candid. Surprising.
“I love my baby, but we don’t have much sex. Once a month at the most.”
“I can see how that wouldn’t be enough,” I said.
“Right? I was hoping being here in this place would inspire her and get her juices flowing, but all she wants to do is eat and sleep.”
“That sounds rough, Brad.”
“I’ve never cheated on her. I’d like to think I never would, but I’ve never had the chance.”
He fiddled with his collar.
“Jessica said some things to me the other day.”
“She told me.”
His mouth fell open, and he leaned forward, planting his elbows on the table.
“She told you?!”
“Yes, she told me how attracted to you she was. How she wanted you.”
“And that didn’t upset you?”
“No, not at all, Brad.”
Here goes.
“If you wanted to have sex with her, you could.”
He recoiled and scowled.
“Oh, no. I would never.”
“It wouldn’t bother me, and Jessica is an amazing lover. It would be an experience you would never forget.”
“Alice would kill me.”
“Trust me, Brad. Alice won’t know. Jessica’s a master at sneaking around. If she doesn’t want me to know, she can even hide her sex games from me.”
My stomach gurgled, and my heart thumped in my chest.
“But I can’t hide like that.”
“You might surprise yourself.”
I scratched my face and shifted in my seat.
I’m going to burn for this.
“I don’t know,” he said.
“Brad, it sounds to me like you do. You’re just scared.”
“I’m terrified.”
He leaned forward and reached for his wine glass, but his hand trembled, so he pulled it back.
“God, look at me.”
“Jessica can take care of that, too, Brad. She’ll take care of everything. All you have to do is surrender to her.”
My chest burned.
I gotta get up, or I’m going to throw up.
“Well, Brad, I’m going to turn in. It was good chatting with you. Think about it.”
“Are you kidding me? I won’t be able to sleep now!”
I imagine I won’t either.
My feet pounded the stone pavers as I walked away, and sweat broke across my forehead. My head felt light.
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
Jessica met me in the entrance to our over-water bungalow, grabbed my shirt, pulled me in, and closed the door.
“Tell me, Mr. Stroker, about your chat with Bubby.”
“I think I’m going to die.”
She laughed as she pushed me up against the inside of the door.
“Your tender conscience getting to you? Don’t worry. It gets better.”
She winked as she dropped to her knees in front of me and started unfastening my shorts.
“So, tell me.”
“Well, it sounds like they don’t have much of a sex life.”
Jessica pulled my shorts down and wrapped her fingers around my hard shaft.
“Mmm, see how the thrill of the crime sends the blood right to your cock?”
My head pressed back against the door as my chest heaved.
God, she’s right. What’s wrong with me?
She began stroking as she hissed.
“Tell me what Saint Ron said to the witless prey.”
I swallowed hard as my chest tightened. My cock tingled in her hand, and my balls drew up under me.
“He’s never cheated before.”
“Mmm, I like a challenge.”
The vibrations of her voice and the wickedness in her words coaxed my arousal, and my hips clenched.
“Yess, now you see the way your wicked wife thinks. Planning their demise. Reveling in their destruction. Tell me more.”
Her tight grip jerked up and down my shaft, sending fire up my carotids into my temples.
“I told him he could fuck you.”
“Yess.”
“I lied and said it wouldn’t bother me.”
She taunted, and her words turned up the burners under my exhilaration.
“Mmm, but it would bother you if your wicked wife were to give her pussy to another man right here at a couple’s retreat where we’re supposed to be working on our troubled marriage. Wouldn’t it?”
All my muscles tensed as the heat and pressure inside my cock boiled over. Her hand released me and planted onto my thigh. With her open mouth, she darted onto my cock, capturing every drop of my life force as it attempted to escape. She hummed in predatory pleasure as she drank me dry.
“Mmmm.”
You’ve got me. Again.
The tension in my shoulders ebbed away, and my muscles grew limp. I melted into the door, needing its help to stand.
I’m your toy. And I don’t even care if you abuse me.
She released my cock from her mouth and straightened up, looking at me as she licked her lips.
“You’ve been inducted, Mr. Stroker.”
My breath burned against my lips as it pushed past them, and my conscience singed my synapses.
“Great. Am I done corrupting souls?”
“Oh, no. You are just getting started.”
