A Simple Proposition (2 page)

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am was fairly sure Steve was deliberately giving her space to decide, and that he knew her well enough to know that pestering her would end up with her saying no. She wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.

Two evenings later, while they were putting dishes in the dishwasher, she said. “I need to know one thing.”

“Okay.”

“About the thing. From the other night.”

“I assumed.”

“So I need a completely honest answer. Promise you won’t bullshit me, okay?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Of course.”

“I mean it. Even if I don’t like the answer now, I’ll like it a lot less if I find out it isn’t true.”

“Yeah, Pam. Shit. What is it?”

“Am I good?” she asked. “At head
. Do I give good blowjobs?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Really? Do I do the right things? Is there anything I could do better?”

“No, Pam. You’re…I mean, you’re perfect. You’re good.”

“You have to say that. I don't want you to feel that you have to say that. I want to know what you really think and not worry about my feelings.”

He looked at her.

“Now, be honest,” she pressed. “It doesn’t matter if it’s just you getting bad head for the rest of your life. If we’re going out and offering me to other people, I need to know.”

“Pam, you’re good. You give amazing head. Didn't you notice how the other night I only lasted for a minute?”

“Am I good enough that this guy isn’t going to be disappointed?”

“Which guy?”

“Any guy. The guy we offer me to. Is he going to like it?”

“Sweetheart, yes.”

“More than okay? Like he won’t think it’s weird I’m offering?”

“How do you mean?”

“Well, some chick offers you a blowjob out the blue, you kind of assume she’s done it before and had a bit of practice.”

“I suppose.”

“So will I live up to that?”

“Do you give head like a slut, you mean?”

She glared at him, and thumped a plastic tray down on the bench. “I mean it.”

“Pam, you’re fucking great.”

“I don’t believe that.”

“You’re good. You’re more than good enough, and any guy would be very lucky to enjoy a blowjob from you.”

“Really?” she said, not sure why she cared so much. “You promise?”

“I swear.”

“Okay,” she said, and put a few more cups into the dishwasher. He was looking at her not saying anything.

“I’m still deciding,” she said.

“Okay.”

“I’m almost there.”

He looked at her.

“You heard,” she said, and he grinned and kissed her. “You have to promise me that if you become jealous or anything along those lines, we stop!”

“I promise.” Steve gave her a soft hug wrapping his big arms around her.

Pam always felt safe in his arms.

T

he next night Pam ended up working late. She got home after dark, walked into the kitchen, and found Steve already there cooking.

“It’s almost ready,” he said.

Pam opened the discussion again immediately. “The thing,” she said, “is would you organize it? If I said yes, would you organize it all for me?”

“Yeah, of course. If you want me to.”

“Okay,” she said. “How?”

He put a lid on the saucepan, wiped his hands on a towel and leaned on the bench to look at her.

“I hadn’t really thought about it.”

“Your big fantasy and you hadn’t thought about it? So think about it now. How does it work. How do you find this guy.”

“Uh,” Steve said. “Ask around, I suppose. Ask someone.”

“So ask one of your friends?”

“I suppose.”

“No way. I’m not blowing someone we know. I’m just not.”

“Okay. Fair enough. But why not?”

“A blow job can be very intimate. Do you really want me to have one of your friend’s cock in my mouth? Then we have to worry about him starting to like me. Or what if I start to like him? What if you get jealous and uncomfortable and I want more but you don't?”

“Good point.”

“So how?”

Steve blurted out, “Internet, I guess. There must be people into this kind of shit. A personal ad.”

Pam thought. “Nope.”

“Why not?”

“You want me to suck some random guy’s cock without knowing anything about him? I’m not doing some loser who can’t get any except off the Internet. Not a chance.”

“Okay, so what do you want to do?”

Pam thought. “I don’t know. Maybe pick someone up in a bar or something?”

“That’s not too much work?”

“What, hey, my boyfriend wants to watch me suck you off.” Nah, I don’t think it’ll be that complicated.”

Steve grinned. “When?”

“Sometime. Let me think about it.”
 

T

hey had sex again when they got into bed as they had each night since this had started and once in the morning, too, yesterday, when Steve had followed Pam into the shower.
On her knees, on the bed, being taken from behind, Pam said, “I’ll do it.”

Steve stopped moving.

“Did you hear me?” she said. She turned her face a little, in case her voice had been muffled by pressing into the pillow.

“I heard you.”

“You still want to?”

“Ah, yeah. I do.”

“You’re sure? Really sure? Really completely fucking sure?”

“Yes.”

She nodded, and reached back and pulled him against her, and squeezed until he started moving again.

Steve loved all this dirty talk and fought back the urge to orgasm.

“We have to set up some rules. I’m not going to have sex on the first night with this guy.

“Why not?”

“Dah, what if you become jealous. There is no way I’m going to risk our marriage. I’m just not willing to do that. Yeah, I hear you saying that you are good with this, but I’m not. I’ll give this guy a blowjob, then see how you are the next day. Understand?”

There didn’t seem much else she needed to say, after that.
 

W

alking into the nightclub, she felt confident in her outfit. Sure, her husband liked her short skirt, but she really didn’t dress for him. Tonight she pulled out all the stops wearing only the best labels. Even though she didn’t belong to the club, the labels spoke volumes and would keep all the other women out of her way.

Tonight was a dress rehearsal. It’d been years since she stepped foot into a nightclub and
she needed to build up her confidence before she could proceed. Also, this gave Steve a way to save face and end this before they proceeded too far. She had no intentions other than to dance and torment Steve. A little harmless flirting if things went well and there were worthy contestants. Then it dawned on her - why did she pick that word ‘contestants’ as if this was some game or something? Maybe it was, or maybe this is how she needed to classify her actions in order to continue this journey Steve had mapped for her.

Once in the club, with her eyes adjusted to the dark environment, she sat down at a table and looked around. After another moment she was finally able to take inventory of the room. There were men here, a lot of men. Some with women, but many in groups or on their own. And there were many who Pam wouldn’t mind fucking, if this were years ago and she was single and on the prowl.

“What about him?” Pam pointed discreetly.

“Okay.”

“Him?” indicating another.

“Go on.”

She looked at him. “This really doesn’t bother you?”

“It doesn’t.”

“It should.”

“I know.”

“Him?” Pam said.

“Pick one and hit on him.”

“Not him,” Pam bluntly stated. “I don’t know, he’s too…. something.”

Steve was confused but didn’t want to push. “When you’re ready.”

“I know.” She paused and took a deep breath, “Probably not tonight.”

He just grinned at her and squeezed her hand.

She leaned over. “Another man’s penis in my mouth,” Pam teased. “It’s quite the salty thing.”

“It is.”

“You know he’s going to be hot, right?”

“Yeah. I mean, I suppose…” Steve was getting hard while processing what they were doing. Here they were, in a club, and looking at men like they were meant to be had.

“I’m just saying, if I’m just blowing someone, not getting anything myself, it’s going to be someone hot. Someone so hot I’d just blow him anyway, just to have his cock in my mouth.”

Steve looked at her.

“I’m just checking
that you’ve thought of that. That it’s okay.”

“It’s okay.”

“Bigger cock. Hotter than you. If we’re bringing him into our bed and between my legs he’s going to be a ten.”

“I’m a ten.” After a moment he grinned. “Pam, it’s okay. I’ve thought this through and I really want it to happen.”

“Good.”

She needed to get some liquid ego. Off Pam went and got another drink and said hi to a guy at the bar. He said hi back. She knew Steve was watching, and she almost stayed and flirted, but then changed her mind, got scared before she could, and just picked up her drink and walked away.

She was almost sure she was going to, though. Soon, one night it would happen. Tonight wasn’t that night.