‘Anything?’ she asked.
‘Not yet,’ I said, trying to keep the desperation out of my voice.
‘Don’t you want to be inside me?’
‘More than anything.’
‘Imagine how good it will feel.’
‘Maybe I’m just too tired.’
‘That’s a shame. Because, Rob, I’ve been a bad girl.’
For the first time that evening, my cock twitched. ‘What have you done?’
‘I was at work when I got an email from Darrell. He said he needed to have an urgent meeting with me in the parking garage.’
‘Strange place for a meeting.’
‘He was waiting for me in his car. I got into the passenger seat. He didn’t say anything. He just unzipped his pants. I started to say, “What if someone sees?” But when I saw his cock, that beautiful black cock, I couldn’t resist. I just put my lips around it.’
‘Is it bigger than mine?’
‘You know it is, babe. It’s three inches longer and so much thicker. I moved my mouth up and down on it. He was getting more and more turned on. But he wasn’t as excited as I was. Then he made this noise and I knew what was going to happen next. He filled my mouth with his hot cum. It tasted so good. It was like honey. I sat up, shaking with lust for him. I said, “Now what are you going to do for me?” He just laughed and said, “Do I look like the kind of guy who eats pussy? Get back to work.” I ran back upstairs and locked myself in the bathroom.’
I put her hand on my cock. She grinned when she felt how hard it was. ‘Did you make yourself cum?’ I asked her.
‘Oh babe, I came so hard, I had to stop myself from screaming.’
I reached for the pack of condoms on the bedside table and put one on. ‘What were you thinking about when you came?’
‘I was imagining Darrell using that big hard cock to fuck me properly.’
I got on top of her. ‘Has he ever fucked you?’
‘No. I keep begging him to. But he’s got a girlfriend and he wants to be faithful to her. He says cumming in my mouth isn’t cheating.’
She reached down and fed my cock into her cunt.
‘Why don’t you think about him now?’ I said.
‘It’s all I can think about.’ As I started to move inside her, she closed her eyes and moaned, ‘Oh, fuck me, Darrell.’
Hearing my wife say another man’s name was too much for me. I tensed my muscles, trying to make it last a few seconds more. But I couldn’t stop myself. She felt me cumming into the condom. She sighed quietly. I knew she was disappointed. But, fortunately for her, I am the kind of guy who eats pussy.
Tina had three lovers in those days. Darrell was her favorite. There was also Andrew, a shy twenty-one year old, who had been a virgin when he first arrived in her office. But as she often told me, ‘He’s definitely not a virgin now.’ And there was Ginny from HR. At the office party one Christmas, Tina and Ginny had drunk too much champagne. Even though they were both married and had always considered themselves straight, they’d ended up experimenting in the stationery cupboard. They’d been experimenting together ever since.
Man or woman, black or white, Tina had wide-ranging tastes in sexual partners. But Darrell, Andrew, and Ginny all had one important thing in common: none of them existed outside our fantasies. Tina and I enjoyed fantasizing but we’d always promised to be completely faithful to each other.
Then, one Monday evening in January, everything changed.
* * *
‘The program’s starting!’ shouted Tina from the den.
I was in the kitchen, straining spaghetti. ‘I’ll be there in a minute,’ I shouted back. ‘Which wine did you go with?’
‘Cabernet Sauvignon, 2012.’
‘That was a good year for the Cabernet.’
‘Like you have any idea.’
I ran into the den with two steaming plates of pasta. ‘Saucepan to plate in twelve point four seconds,’ I said, proudly.
‘A new record.’
‘That deserves a kiss.’ I sat down beside her on the couch.
‘Absolutely.’ She kissed me. ‘And a glass of Cabernet.’
‘Cheers,’ I said, clinking my glass against hers.
‘Cheers. Now watch the program.’
‘What have I missed?’
‘A man is walking through the woods late at night. Someone is watching him with night vision goggles. I do not ….’
I joined in. It was our catchphrase when watching crime dramas. ‘I do not have high hopes for his future!’
When the program was over, Tina switched off the TV. We sat back on the couch with our glasses. ‘How was work?’ I asked her.
‘David’s been on my case all day. He wants me to work with this new guy in Spain. He says it will be good for me to get some international experience.’
‘Do you think you’ll have to go to Spain sometime?’
‘It’s possible.’
‘Great. If you can take a few vacation days while you’re there, I’ll see if I can come over at the same time.’
She sighed. ‘If I haven’t quit by then. David wants me to carry on with all the U.S. stuff at the same time. It was constant today. Every time I gave him something on Spain, he said, “And what’s happening with the guys in Chicago?” So I told him what was happening with the guys in Chicago and immediately, it was, “Here’s another thing I need you to do for Spain”. It’s a good thing Steve was there. He’s had his own problems with David, so we amused ourselves by plotting our revenge.’
‘What did you come up with?’
‘I wanted to go with the old sugar in the gas tank routine. But Steve read somewhere that that doesn’t actually work. So I suggested putting a rattlesnake in David’s bed. Then we decided no one deserves to share a bed with David, not even a rattlesnake.’
‘I’m sure his wife loves sharing a bed with him.’
‘Or maybe she just cuddles up with his bank statement. I met his wife at the company picnic. She’s gorgeous. We can’t understand how she ended up with David. I told Steve she should appear in a public service ad saying, “This is who I married – and that’s why you shouldn’t do drugs.”’
‘What did Steve say to that?’
‘He said he’d run my daily reports, so I could concentrate on what David wanted.’
‘Bless him.’
‘I’ve told Steve he can never quit. I think I’d go crazy without him. How was your day?’
‘I asked one of my students what “firework” meant. She said, “It is the fantastic work done by the brave men and women of our fire service. Knowing they are out there, I sleep well in my bed.” She was so passionate about it, I didn’t have the heart to tell her she was wrong.’
Tina laughed. ‘Have you got to work this evening?’
‘I’ve got a few assignments I should mark. Nothing that can’t wait, though. What about you?’
‘I need your help with something, if that’s okay. I was feeling a bit down after work so I went to Victoria’s Secret and bought a whole lot of different bras and panties. I don’t know what looks best on me. I’ll have to try all of them on and you can help me decide.’
‘It’s a dirty job.’
‘I’m hoping it’s going to be very dirty,’ she said, with one of her wicked grins. ‘But before we do that, can I ask you something? You know when we’re in bed, we like to talk …. We love sharing fantasies about me with other people.’
I liked the way the conversation was going. I hoped she had a new fantasy she wanted to share. ‘Oh yes!’
‘I was wondering if that’s all they are – just fantasies.’
‘I always assumed so.’
‘And do you think it’s best to keep it that way?’
‘Well … I … I don’t know.’ My heart was suddenly beating very fast. ‘Why? Have you … done something?’
‘No. Well, not really. I would never do anything like that without talking to you first.’ She paused and took a big gulp of wine. ‘And that’s why I’m talking to you now.’
I realized I was shaking. ‘What do you mean?’
‘First, let me say that I am totally in love with you, Rob. When I was young, I always said I’d never get married. I couldn’t face being tied to the same person for the rest of my life. Then I met you and all that changed. When we got married, I was sure I’d never have sex with another man again. And I’ve been perfectly happy about that for the last fifteen years ….’
‘Is the next word going to be “but”?’
She nodded. ‘But a couple of days ago something happened.’
‘What?’
‘Someone at work did something – something that might be called flirting or might be called something else. At first, I figured it was nothing and I didn’t think much about it. But the mind does funny things when you get bored at work. I started wondering what it would be like to kiss him and touch him and ….’ She stopped and looked at me. ‘Are you okay?’
‘Yes,’ I said.
‘Do you want me to stop talking about this?’
‘No, I’m fine.’
‘To start with, it was just a daydream, like wondering what it would be like to walk on the moon. Nice to think about, but you know it’s never going to happen. But there is a spark between him and me. I haven’t felt that sort of electricity since … well, since I met you. Like I say, I’m totally in love with you. Nothing’s going to change that. But it was kind of nice to have those feelings again. It was exciting. And that’s when I thought I’d better talk to you.’
‘We are talking about Steve, aren’t we?’
‘That obvious?’
‘ “Steve was great today!” and “I couldn’t have made it through the week without Steve!” ’
‘That could just mean I admire his professionalism in the office.’
‘Yeah, right.’
‘If you think it’s better that we keep this as a fantasy, just say so. Steve can join Darrell, Andrew, and Ginny in the imaginary lovers’ club. But,’ she looked at me steadily, ‘if we ever want to do this in real life, this might be our chance.’
‘You think he’s attracted to you?’
‘I could be misreading the signs, but I’m pretty sure he is.’
‘He flirts with you?’
‘Yes.’
‘And you flirt back?’
‘Yes.’
She put her hand on mine and squeezed it. I looked up at the picture on the wall. It was of Tina and me on our honeymoon in Rome. A street photographer had said we were the most perfect couple he’d ever seen. He just had to capture us. We were holding hands with the Colosseum in the background.
Tina followed my gaze and guessed my thoughts. ‘I know there’s a big difference between fantasy and reality,’ she said.
‘Just the thought of you flirting with another guy in the office is exciting. I want to hear a lot more about that later. But right now, I’m trying to think with my head – the one on my shoulders.’
‘Don’t worry. Whatever we decide to do, I will talk about Steve when we’re in bed tonight. I promise to make you jealous as hell.’
‘I guess I’m pretending to be him tonight.’
She gave me another of her wicked grins. ‘I’ve been pretending you were him for some time now, babe!’
‘If we do this,’ I said with a tentative smile, ‘it’ll be a huge turn-on. But then it’s still going to be in our lives when we’re not turned on anymore. When we wake up on Monday morning and have to drive to work in the rain, you’ll still have had sex with another man.’
She shrugged. ‘Why should that be a problem? I mean, how many men did I have before I met you?’
‘Eight.’
‘And how many women did you have before you met me?’
‘Just one.’
‘And has that ever caused a problem between us?’
‘We’ve talked about it often enough.’
‘Only in bed. Never when we’re having a fight.’
‘But this is a bit different. Remember that day when you wore the pretty dress and all our family and friends were there? What did the minister say? “What God has joined, men must not divide.” ’
‘No man’s going to divide us, Rob.’
‘We made a commitment when we got married.’
‘And we’re still going to be totally committed to each other.’
‘Then there’s the other issue,’ I said with a frown. ‘You don’t dip your pen in the company inkwell.’
‘It would be more like dipping the company pen in my inkwell. But I know what you mean. It’s just that we’ve always fantasized about me seducing guys at work. It seemed the natural place to look.’
‘You’re not his boss, are you?’
‘No. Carol’s his boss. He works with me every day, but he doesn’t work for me. And we’ll make it clear to him that it’s a casual thing. Just a bit of fun.’
I wasn’t sure that my wife having sex with another man would ever be a casual bit of fun. ‘So how do you see this happening?’ I asked.
‘We need to talk about that. I was thinking Steve and I could go off somewhere. I like the idea of going somewhere cheap – even a bit sleazy. Maybe a motel out of town. And then I’d come back home to you. My hair would be all messed up and my lipstick would be smeared. We’d get into bed and I’d tell you the whole story. Just imagine how much more exciting it would be, knowing that this adventure really happened and every word was true. You’d have the best cum of your life.’
‘Yes, I would. But that’s not what I want.’
‘What do you want, babe?’
‘I want to be there.’
‘You want to be in the motel room with us? You want to watch me getting fucked?’
‘Yes. But won’t the desk clerk wonder what we’re doing – three of us checking in to one room?’
‘Rob, I love you, but you’re the worst over-thinker I’ve ever met. The desk clerk won’t give a damn what we’re doing. He’ll hand over the key and go back to watching the game. If he thinks about us at all, he’ll just think I’m a complete slut.’ She grinned. ‘And I know you like me to be a bit slutty.’
‘What will you be wearing?’
‘How about my denim skirt with the brown leather boots and the matching brown tank top? You once said I could seduce anyone in that outfit.’
‘What would you wear under it?’
‘Why would I wear anything under it? But we’re losing focus, babe. Come on.’
‘Sorry. We’d have to go to a place where nobody knows us.’
‘Yes. We’d have to drive a long way. But I like that idea. Imagine driving along, knowing what we’re going to do when we arrive – the delicious anticipation. And then, afterwards, we wouldn’t let ourselves talk about it on the way home. We’d make ourselves wait – the even more delicious frustration. And when we got home, you’d have to fuck me. You’d have to claim me back and prove you’re as good as him.’
‘Let’s do it,’ I said.
‘You mean that?’
‘Yes.’
‘We’re really going to do this?’ She put her arms around my neck and kissed me. ‘You’re a wonderful husband, Rob. Do you want to go to bed now?’
‘Like you wouldn’t believe!’
We ran upstairs, tore off our clothes and got into bed. But she knew I didn’t want to touch her yet. She lay beside me and asked, ‘Now, what do you want to know about this new man in our life?’
‘You said he did something that could be called flirting. What did he do?’
‘Well, he’s been complimenting me ever since he arrived. He’s always saying I’m the prettiest girl in the office.’
‘I can’t argue with him there.’
Tina is very pretty and sexy. She has shoulder-length brown hair she ties into a respectable looking knot for work, but when she’s going out, she wears it spiked up like a porcupine’s quills. Her dark eyes sparkle with intelligence and humor. She has a strong, prominent nose and a smile that can be warm, playful, or wicked. She still has a great body at thirty-six—natural 34C breasts and a taut stomach. The hours on the stepper at the gym have given her well-toned thighs and calves. She sometimes complains that her ass is too big, but to me, those beautifully rounded cheeks are perfect.
‘What really got me thinking was something he did a couple of days ago,’ she said. ‘I was sitting at my desk, showing him some figures on my computer, so he was standing very close to my chair. I glanced up and saw that he wasn’t looking at the screen. He was looking down my blouse.’
‘Which blouse were you wearing?’
‘The red one.’
‘That’s quite low cut.’
‘I acted like I hadn’t noticed. But I kept pointing at the screen to make my blouse open up a bit more.’
‘What did he see?’
‘He got a perfect view of my cleavage and most of my right boob – inside my bra, of course. But I was wearing one of my white lace bras. They don’t leave much to the imagination. He could pick my right nipple out of a line-up.’
I was breathing heavily. My heart was pounding. I’d heard Tina talk about her wild times with Darrell, Andrew, and Ginny. And I’d always loved her stories. But I’d always known they were just fantasies. Her talk about Steve glimpsing her boobs was tame by comparison. But it was so much more erotic because it was true.
‘Does he know you’re married?’
‘Of course. I’ve told him all about you.’
‘And he still looked?’
‘Yes.’
‘And you let him look?’
‘I enjoyed him looking. I wanted to show him more. But there are some things you can’t do in the office.’
‘What is it about him that you like so much?’
‘Well, he’s very good looking. Short dark hair, deep brown eyes. He’s one of those guys who always has the beginning of a beard no matter how often he shaves. That gives him a bit of a bad boy look. I love that.’
‘But I don’t look like that.’
‘I know, babe. Why do you think I’m looking elsewhere? He’s twenty-seven. So he’s ten years younger than you. That helps. And he spends a lot of time in the gym. That helps too.’ She paused and smiled. ‘That helps a lot.’
‘Has he got a better body than me?’
‘Let’s see.’ She squeezed my bicep. ‘His arms are a lot bigger and stronger than yours. He’s got beautiful muscular shoulders that show through his shirt. You couldn’t stop him fucking me even if you wanted to. But the best thing about him is his six pack.’
‘You’ve seen it?’
‘Oh yes. We were all at lunch one day. The guys were talking about whether you need to do crunches to get a decent six pack. Steve just lifted up his shirt and said, “I’ve never done a crunch in my life – this is all from cardio.” ’
‘What did you see?’
‘The best abs, ever. I wanted to kiss every part of his six pack. But I couldn’t. So I went into the bathroom and … thought about him.’
‘You mean you got yourself off?’
‘What do you think?’
‘Were you very wet?’
‘My pussy was liquid.’
I put my hand between her legs. ‘Just like it is now.’
‘You know what to do, then.’
I got out of bed and switched off the light. When I got back in, I didn’t say anything. I knew she wanted me to pretend to be Steve, but I had no idea how he spoke or what sort of things he would say, and I didn’t want to spoil the fantasy. I thought that if he’d been attracted to Tina for some time, he’d be desperate to get inside her. He wouldn’t spend too much time on foreplay. I ran my hands over her body. When my fingers stroked her nipples, I could almost believe I was Steve touching them for the first time. She sighed contentedly as I traced a line down her body and found her clit. I decided he wouldn’t wait any longer. Rolling a condom onto my cock, I got on top of her and fucked her with the urgent thrusts of a man who had finally gotten what he wanted. I guessed that, in her dreams, Steve fucked her long and hard. I wanted to make that come true for her now. But I was too turned on. It took me less than a minute to cum. I went down and started licking her. I still imagined I was Steve, finally licking the cunt of the sexiest girl in the office. My tongue was as urgent as my cock had been. I flicked the tip of my tongue from side to side over her clit. As she came, she moaned, ‘Oh Steve, you’re so much better than my husband.’
Afterwards, she lay in my arms, the way she always did. ‘Are you okay?’ she asked.
‘I’m fine,’ I said. I was back to being me. Steve had vanished as soon as we’d both cum.
‘You still want to go ahead?’
‘Yes.’
‘Are you sure?’
‘Yes.’
‘I’ll talk to him tomorrow.’ She turned over and went to sleep. I didn’t get to see what she’d bought at Victoria’s Secret.
I lay awake for a long time. When Tina had asked, ‘Are you sure?’ I’d said yes. But the truth is I wasn’t sure anymore. My hormones had ebbed away as soon as I’d cum. As I lay there with my wife in my arms, I wanted to keep her all to myself. Sharing her was definitely something to be kept as a fantasy. Was I being selfish? I knew she loved me, but I also knew I didn’t satisfy her. Tina was a passionate woman. She needed to be fucked properly. And I just couldn’t do that for her.
No one would guess that from looking at me. I don’t look like a natural born cuckold. I’m six foot two with light brown hair and hazel eyes. I don’t have modeling agencies fighting over me, but I’m not bad-looking. I play tennis at least once a week so I’m in pretty good shape for someone my age. My cock is a respectable seven inches when fully erect. I may not be cut out for a career as a porn star, but I’ve got no complaints about its size. The first time Tina saw my cock, she gave it a squeeze and told it, ‘You and I are going to have a lot of fun together.’ She was disappointed when our first time lasted twelve seconds, but she was understanding. She even said with some pride that guys often had trouble controlling themselves on their first time with her. She said the next time would be better. But it wasn’t. It never got much better.
Even so, we were married just over a year after we got together. Some people said we were rushing it. But it was the right thing to do. We loved each other’s company. We enjoyed doing the same things. We could talk for hours about serious things or stupid things. It seemed obvious that we were meant to be together. She was still worried about our sex life but she said it would improve after we got married. Once I had the reassurance of knowing she was committed to me for life, I’d be more relaxed. But nothing changed. She had her fair share of orgasms, but I always needed to use my tongue, my fingers or a toy. She never got a hard cock that kept on fucking her until she was completely satisfied. I knew that was what she craved.
Could I deny her the chance of getting what she really wanted? Could I show her how much I loved her by standing aside and letting another man have sex with her? At two o’clock in the morning, the idea wasn’t very appealing.