“I will suck your cock, Chris. I want to, believe me, I just can't this time.”
The tablecloth bounced around.
“And since I'm sure you're wondering, because every guy does, yeah, when I suck it, I'm going to swallow your cum. Tell me how pretty? Am I cute? Sexy? Gorgeous?” She loved this.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “Fuck, here it comes. I think you're fucking gorgeous. I think you're the hottest girl in this place. This is so crazy. Tiffany, you might be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Yeah! Fuck yeah! Unnggghhh, hunnnng!”
His body tensed and I knew under the table that big dick spurt cum. I casually surveyed the crowd but nobody gave a shit about us.
Chris came a lot. Long after I would have finished he still shot. Tiff laughed with glee and kept stroking until he made her stop.
“No more,” he pleaded. “No more. I'm too sensitive. Oh my fucking God that was hot. I've never done anything like this.”
“Me either!” Tiffany giggled. She wiped her hands on the tablecloth.
His sperm sprayed my wife's hands. My balls contracted and I had to smother a groan.
His sperm sprayed my wife's hands;
that reality blew me away.
She tucked him away and zipped him up. Desire for her flared like a super-nova inside me. They went back to chatting casually, although with a much greater air of familiarity, and I resisted the urge to tell him to get lost. He discreetly ran his hands on her bare legs and fondled her breasts until she told him she needed to talk to me alone. He took the hint and made his goodbyes. I waited until the crowd swallowed him.
“Home, now,” I ordered.
Tiff laughed. “Yessir,” she quickly replied. The band was just tuning up when we hit the exit. We started dirty-talk as soon as we got in the car to head home. Tiffany was so turned on she was ready to explode and started sucking me while we were still in the parking lot. She'd stop only to answer my questions or tell me her favorite parts. I admitted I'd seen them kiss before she came back to the booth and she was shocked I'd allowed all that to happen anyway.
“Weren't you jealous?” she asked.
“Terribly!”
“But you played along? Why?”
This was an excellent question and I wrestled with the answer before I understood.
“Because my desire to see what you did next surpassed my hurt from jealousy. Because you turned me on so much I had to know how far you'd go.”
At home I fucked her until she could take no more and then rolled her over and pushed my dick up her pussy. I held both cheeks far apart as I pounded her. I just hammered away until my orgasm took me and let it spray deep inside her.
After we fucked like animals we fell asleep but awoke hours later to do it again. We woke one last time just before dawn and this time our sex was tender love-making. We finally got out of bed around eleven and went for waffles and pancakes. We touched constantly, like newlyweds, kissing and caressing each other.
“What surprised you most?” I asked. “I know it was a night full of surprises, but I'm curious if one moment stands out from the others. Is there?”
She tapped a finger against her lips, thinking.
“Well, actually, there was, although I was going to keep it to myself. It seems like a woman thing. I'm not sure you'd care or could appreciate it the way I did.”
“Of course I want to know, Baby. I want us to share everything.”
“Okay then; I loved how big he was. I was surprised how much it mattered to me. It made me want to see it, to touch it, to jack him off. When I first felt it while we kissed my heart jumped. Baby, yours is big but his is huge. I really loved that he was so much bigger than you. I really knew I was with a different man. It super-charged the entire evening with electric sexuality.”
I hadn't anticipated that response but hearing her say it excited me. It stung that she cared so much about size because it stirred up a whole bucket full of male fears and insecurities, but I loved her reaction. Other women might have said they loved his pretty eyes or his handsome face. Not mine. My woman loves big cocks. I found that incredibly hot. I loved that it mattered to her although I wasn't sure
why
I loved it.
I realized I looked at her in a whole new light; since we'd never done anything even remotely close to this, I saw a brand-new and much more sexual side of my wife. This knowledge affected every single thing I thought I knew about her. Every curve of her body was now pure sex. Every smile, the way her hair flowed, the flash of her big green eyes; she was a living breathing sex goddess.
For her, she discovered unknown parts of herself. Not just how attractive she actually was to men, which was a really big deal, but how much she loved sex for the sake of sex, flirting for the sake of flirting. It made being a woman a thousand times more fun and since she had my consent, there simply was no down-side. More than a little kid in a candy store, she was a kid at Disneyland with no lines and everything free.
We were giddy. We had no idea what we were doing, exactly, but so far our instincts had been spot-on. Even taking Chris's number for her had been a tremendous turn-on. We ate and then raced home for more sex.
Our giddiness lasted for months and Tiff flirted like crazy. We practically skipped through life. All our friends and co-workers commented, wondering what changed for us. I explained Tiffany and I realized how lucky we were to have each other and fell in love all over again. They all envied us.
Ray knew. I met him to catch up and as soon as I walked in the door he saw joy on my face and said loud and clear, “See? I told you so!” Everyone looked up at us.
I told him everything that had happened so far and how we both felt about it. He was supportive and encouraging.
“You know what comes next,” he stated, “and I think you're both ready for it.”
I was confused for half a second and then I knew. I back-pedaled.
“I can't do that. I doubt Tiffany even wants to.”
He scoffed.
“No, seriously,” I assured. “We're ecstatic with everything right where it is. Why mess it up? I think that would be too far for us. I'm not like you, Ray, and Tiffany is not Janet. You guys party hardcore; Tiff and I are babies.”
He remained unconvinced.
“Trust me; Tiffany wants him. Even if she says otherwise, the desire is percolating inside her right now. Based on your description of him what woman would not? Did you give her his number yet? If so, I bet she's already sent him an innocent just-checking-on-you text.”
“No, I haven't. We haven't talked about him at all.”
“Don't get upset, David, I'm just speculating here, and maybe trying to get you prepared for what's coming next and trust me, it's coming.”
His words disturbed me and seemed to tarnish what Tiff and I shared. No way she'd send Chris a text behind my back. I felt myself getting annoyed, which wasn't fair. I took a long pull of beer and calmed down. If I had given Tiffany his number and she had sent him a text, it would have been just a hello. She's nice like that. Either way I did not need to worry about it.
I changed the subject. “Have you and Janet, um, done anything...fun...lately?”
Ray grinned. “Oh yes, last Saturday night. I stayed at home while she went out with her wild friend Janie. They got home around four in the morning, tipsy and horny. I fucked them both at the same time.”
I shook my head. These guys swam in much deeper waters. I changed the subject again to the game on the big screen.
Ray's words stuck with me. Was my wife secretly fantasizing about Chris? I considered giving her his number to see what she did with it but doubt gnawed at me, which made me feel ashamed; Tiff had done nothing to deserve my doubt. I needed to accept these were my insecurities. When I got home from work the next day I found her in the bathroom, soaking in the tub.
“Hi Baby, how was work?” I asked.
“Great! We landed the Wynn so everyone will get a bonus this year. How about you?”
I told her today was fine and we chit-chatted about boring life details. I told her I would go start dinner and then saw her phone by the sink.
“Oh! Hey, your phone reminds me; I still have Chris's number. I meant to give it to you.”
“Why?”
I wasn't ready for that one.
“Well, I assumed when you had me take it from him it was because you actually wanted to have it. Is that not true?”
She looked down at the suds. “I originally had you take it because I thought it made you look more like my brother, it was fun to tease you like that, and it hinted that maybe we'd do more with him in the future, which made him more likely to be satisfied with just a handjob, not because I actually wanted his number for later.”
“Oh.”
“So you would actually give it to me?”
“Of course.”
“That's interesting. Why? Do you want me to call him and if so, why? To do what? Or do you think I want to call him and if so, again, why? Offering me the number seems like you expected me to call him again and what reason could I have for that except sex? Which means you want me to fool around with him again. I'm not against that but it is very different from anything else we've done, right? Especially considering with this guy we went farther than anyone else. I mean, that's a big step, isn't it? Honestly, I'm surprised you actually entered his number or haven't deleted it yet, which I take as further proof you want something to happen between him and me again. Do you?”
I just stared at her. Not that women over think everything, but Goddamn.
“You've exhausted me and I now need a nap,” I said.
She flicked bath water at me.
“It's all true, David. I didn't ask you for that number, you offered it. What do you think I'd do with it once I had it? Clearly, you expected me to act alone, or else you having the number was good enough, unless you're testing me. Are you testing me?”
“Actually I showed you how much I trusted you. From my point of view, I worried you felt like I kept the number to myself because
I
didn't trust
you
. I offered it to show what a secure and confident man I am, a man that totally trusts his gorgeous wife.”
“Hmmm.”
Compliments are always a good idea.
We studied each other for several moments, deciding which angle to take.
“Okay,” she said. “Give me the number. Hand me my phone.”
This surprised me but I said nothing. I gave it to her and hoped she missed my trembling hand. I called out the digits and heard the beep as she entered each and then saved the contact. She sat the phone on the floor and we studied each other again.
“That was kind of exciting,” she admitted.
I chuckled. “Yeah, I thought so too.”
Silence filled the bathroom. I kept my mouth shut. She had a valid point about my offering his number, a point I hadn't considered. I wanted to see what her next move was, independent of me. If she wanted to call or text him, I needed to know it was her idea alone and not her trying to make me happy.
“This is silly, really. It was months ago. How many women has that handsome stud enjoyed since then? He won't remember me.”
I knew that was false.
“I guess it wouldn't hurt to say hello,” she considered.
I felt my chest tightening.
“My ego will be bruised if he doesn't remember me. I should just leave it alone. What do you think I should do, David?”
“Whatever your heart desires, my love. I'll be right back. I want to change clothes.”
I actually did not want to change clothes. I wanted to leave her alone with her thoughts and desires and see if anything happened. I stepped out of the bathroom and closed the door, and then stood silently outside. For several minutes I heard the light splashing of her moving.
She's not going to do it,
I thought. I listened another minute to confirm. Just as I began to leave, I heard a larger splash.
Beep. Beep, beep, beep.
My wife typed a message. I was instantly horny. I listened as she hit send. She got a reply right away and it made her giggle. I listened another few minutes as she sent and received and then I crept away to change clothes. I wondered if she'd tell me and if so how much. I was excited and a little nervous.
When I got back to the bathroom she'd remained in the tub. The phone lay on a towel nearby. She saw me looking at it but said nothing.
“I text him,” she offered. Her face was full of mischief.
“What did you say?”
“Hi, It's Tiffany, how are you?”
“Pulitzer. Did he respond?”
She giggled. “Yeah! Listen.” She dried her hands and grabbed her phone and read his texts out loud.
“Hello gorgeous! Are you back in town? Are you staying with your brother again?” and then “I'd love to see you!”
She looked up at me, beaming.
“I guess he remembered you.”
She laughed a crazy little laugh and slid lower in her bathwater. “Right? How awesome is that? I feel special! What should I do, Baby? Should I see him? I could keep the charade going and he'd never know. Should we meet him together or should I go meet him alone? Oh my God, this is so exciting!”