by Jason Lenov
"Is that company business there, Jack?"
Hayden's voice above me made me shrivel in my seat. I looked up. He was leaning against the wall of my cubicle, staring down at my phone. I tucked it back into my pocket. "No. Sorry, sir."
"More...personal trouble?" he asked.
Fuck.
"It's all good, sir. It's all good now."
His lips formed a tight line. An attempt at a smile. "Good. That's good." He knocked once on the wall of the cubicle, then sauntered away.
As soon as I saw him leave, I yanked the phone out of my pocket and started punching out a reply.
Sure. No funny business though, alright?
As soon as I hit send I regretted it. Funny business? What the hell was that? What did I think she was going to blow him in the restroom? I sat there trying to concentrate on my monitor for a good ten minutes before I felt the reply buzz in my pocket.
Whatever you say, Jack. Whatever you say.
The sentence was followed by a little winking face.
A cold jealousy settled in my stomach. It was going to be a long day.
Chapter 8
This time when I got home, Lisa wasn't there. As soon as I pulled into the driveway I started making excuses for her. Maybe they'd kept her late at work? Maybe her car had broken down. Why hadn't she texted? Why hadn't she called? There had to be a reasonable explanation, obviously.
Maybe she's fucking Greg?
It came out of nowhere but as soon as it had taken root in my mind, it wouldn't go away. With all the elegance of a raving lunatic, a man possessed, I poured myself a whisky and sat down on the couch.
Every time a car would drive by I would spring up to check if it was Lisa. Every time it wasn't I would get that same sinking feeling in my stomach. I thought of texting her but what would I say? Even a simple "where are you?" felt like it would sound desperate. As the light waned, I started fidgeting with my phone, checking it every few minutes to make sure I hadn't missed a message from her.
When I finally saw the headlights from her car turn into the driveway, I felt alternate waves of relief and panic wash over me. I stood up. I sat back down. What would be better? Cool and collected like nothing mattered? Or nervous wreck, dying to know what happened?
I went for cool and collected, flipping through my phone with my thumb. When the door opened it took all my willpower not to look up right away. After a few seconds, I casually glanced up.
Lisa was standing in the hallway, smiling at me, leaning against the wall, one foot hooked behind the other.
"Oh hey," I said, managing not to croak it out. "What's up?"
She let out a guffaw and rolled her eyes. "Yeah. Right."
"Yeah right what?" I asked.
"Yeah, right, like you haven't been sitting here waiting for me to get home."
"Oh, I just thought you were probably...out with Amanda or something."
Her eyes narrowed and her smile widened. "What's with not messaging me all day? Weren't you curious about how it went?" she asked.
"Ugh," I groaned, "Hayden was riding my ass because I'd been late a few times this week. I didn't want to get caught texting on 'company time.'"
The smile disappeared from her face. She kicked off her heels and walked towards the couch. "Is everything alright?" she asked, sounding very concerned.
"What? Yeah. Everything's fine."
"Everything's fine?" she said.
"Yeah. Everything's fine."
She shook her head. "Okay. Here's where I don't believe you."
"What? What do you mean?"
"I mean," she began, sauntering over to the couch and sitting down next to me, "I don't believe that you just sat here not thinking about what I texted you about. You just...stopped thinking about it? About me going to lunch with Greg?"
She looked at me with a knowing smile and I knew I didn't have a leg to stand on. I was done. "Fine. Fine. You win. What happened?" I asked, staring at her.
"Jack." She sat down and reached out and put a finger on my chin. As her smile curled wider, she let the finger trail down the front of my neck, past the collar of my shirt. Her slender finger swooped down the front of my shirt, the nail clacking along the buttons as she dragged it lower and lower.
And suddenly I found myself once again gripped by a powerful jealousy, if you could call it that. It was more than just jealousy, though. At the core of the feeling was the powerlessness I felt at what she was about to say. If something had happened, it had already happened. The only difference was that she was going to tell me about it and make it real for me.
Her finger slid past my buckle and the tip of it landed on the hard bulge that had formed in my pants, tenting them. Still smiling, Lisa scraped the fabric with her nail making me flex under the sensation.
I stared at her, wondering if in the next moment, what she was going to say was going to change everything between us. Surely she hadn't just...
"Jack?" she whispered. "Nothing. Nothing happened."
The relief I felt at her words was meaningless. I can't call it empty because it felt like nothing had been emptied. My entire being still felt full and flexed, in a state of tension, as if nothing had been resolved and nothing ever would be. Unless...
"So how did you feel? Before I told you? How did you feel?" she said, fanning her fingers out over my aching shaft.
"I...I..."
I...what, Jack? Spit it out.
How the fuck did I feel? How did I feel staring into my wife's smiling eyes, knowing she was teasing me about fooling around with another man? I felt terrible, right? Wasn't that what I was supposed to feel? Terrible? And hurt? And betrayed?
But it was a good kind of terrible. Something about it was tugging at me and wouldn't leave me alone. Something about it was only making me want more of that tortured feeling.
"Would you ever do something like that?" I finally managed to whisper.
Lisa narrowed her eyes and looked down at my cock. I followed her gaze but got distracted by the beautiful line of cleavage plunging down her top that made me want to sink my face between her tits.
"You're not being serious now, are you?" she asked
Oh God. Was I? Was I being serious? Would I ever really be able to stomach something like that? My mind was saying to watch out, take it easy and not say something I was going to regret but my stomach and my cock were what did the real talking.
"If...if you were into it," I said, yanking my eyes from the two magnetic orbs of flesh pressed together by Lisa's bra to look back up at her.
She stopped smiling and looked deeply into my eyes, searching for the truth. She pulled her hand off of my cock.
I looked down, unsure of what I'd done wrong. "Hey, what's wrong? I was only joking if..."
Lisa put a hand up and silenced me. "It's not that. You don't have to pretend you were joking. I just wanted to be...I just wanted to ask for real. Sorry if it killed the mood. I know it's just a fantasy but I didn't want...I didn't want someone to get the wrong idea. Like if you were just saying this because it's hot..."
It took me a moment to realize what she was saying. "Wait, you really want to do this, don't you? With Greg?!?" That last part came out sounding a little more panicked than I'd hoped.
"What? No! No, no, no! I mean, I wouldn't mind but it's not like I'm planning this or something. I'm not saying this so that you'll...so that I can..."
I saw Lisa start to get flustered. I felt my cheeks start to heat and realized I was getting kind of flustered too. I mean, it was a crazy thing to be talking about. "Hold on," I said, jumping up off the couch. I grabbed my whisky glass, walked across the room and grabbed another one, then filled them both with a healthy amount of scotch.
When I came back to the couch, Lisa looked grateful for the distraction. We both had a sip, then another. As soon as I felt it warming my stomach I knew we were both going to feel better.
"Good call," Lisa said, setting her glass down and smiling. "Look, it's not that I'm somehow pl
anning to do this. I just wanted to have a talk about whether you were actually into it. A talk that didn't involve me being sexy or us making out or whatever. I just want to know how you actually feel."
And strangely, now that we were talking about it openly and Lisa had resigned to just send it all out into the ether, I felt much less nervous about it than I had when we'd just been role playing. "Okay, I know this is going to sound strange, but you already know the half of it. Or at least you've already seen how I react to watching you with, er, around other men." I put a hand on her arm. "It really turns me on. I don't know whether it would still really turn me on if something actually happened or if I would just freak out, but in my mind, anyways, it really turns me on."
Lisa flashed me an earnest smile and touched my hand with hers. "Okay, so don't take this the wrong way or anything, but the way you look at me, even when I'm just talking about it, makes me really hot."
I chuckled. "How could I take that the wrong way?"
"I don't know. I just don't want you thinking that this is some backdoor way of me getting you to let me sleep with another guy."
I held my shit together for about five seconds.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked.
"He-he...backdoor..." I muttered, chuckling some more into my hand.
Lisa rolled her eyes, groaned and smacked me on the arm. "Why do boys have to be so stupid?"
"I don't know," I replied, seriously pondering the question as I shook my head. "I really don't know."
"Do you want to have this conversation or not?" she snapped.
I snapped out of my middle school idiocy and leaned towards her. "I'm sorry. I really am. I'll...try to stop."
She let out an exasperated sigh. "Look, the reason I'm bringing this up," she said.
She immediately had my rapt attention. What was the reason she was bringing this up?
"The reason I'm bringing this up is because Amanda asked me out."
"Amanda asked you out?" I asked.
"Amanda asked me to go dancing with her next weekend."
Wham!
There it was. That feeling again. That achey-hurty jealous but oh-so-good feeling that made my cock do a little dance in my pants. "Dancing?" I asked.
"Dancing."
"When's the last time you went dancing?"
"I don't know," Lisa said, thinking back. "College?"
It was college. I knew that for a fact. She'd gone out with one of her raver girlfriends and had a terrible time. Lisa was much more into digging into a good book than she was into going dancing. "You don't even like dancing."
"I know," she shrugged. She picked her glass up and took another sip of her scotch. "But I thought..."
Here it comes, Jack. You ready for it?
"...I thought it might be a good way to..." She looked away, obviously feeling sheepish.
"Hey, it's okay. Just say what you were going to say," I said.
"I thought it would be a good way to test the waters, or whatever."
Slam!
"Test the waters?" I asked.
"Test the waters like, if you're really into this. If not that's okay too. I just thought if I were on the dance floor, had some drinks. I thought, you know, maybe you could watch from the table or something and we could see if we liked it or whatever. But maybe it's a stupid idea. Forget I said anything. Yeah, just forget about it."
"Wow, wow, hold on," I said. "I told you you could say anything. Why are you so worried about this?"
Lisa sighed and tilted her head. "Because I don't want you thinking I'm some slut that just wants to sleep around."
"I don't think that."
She looked almost surprised by that. "Well, that's good. Yeah. That's good," she said, nodding her head as if she were trying to convince herself it was.
"Do you think that? Cause that's what it seems this is about. That you think you'd be a slut. Just sleeping around."
Lisa lowered her eyes and thought about it for a few moments. She looked back up with a puppy-dog face and a droopy lip. "Maybe," she said, pouting.
"Who cares?"
"Who cares?" she echoed.
"Yeah. Who cares? It's not like anyone's going to know about this."
"Well, if we go with Amanda she might find out. Or at least suspect. I don't know."
"Do you really care what she thinks?"
"No, I guess not," Lisa said after a while.
"I'm not going to tell anyone. Other than that you have no one else to worry about."
"I guess..."
"What I want to know," I said, leaning in even closer. "Is how long you've been cooking up this plan to cheat on me?"
She gasped and her eyes shot up to mine.
"You little slut," I whispered with a smile.
Lisa's face burst into a grin and she slapped me on the chest with her hand. I grabbed her before she could take it back, pulled her close and our lips met. She tasted like bubble gum. Sweet like chemical fruit.
"How about we get back to what we were doing?" I asked after our kiss ended.
"Oh Jack," she purred, "I want to but can we please, please have dinner first? I'm starving!"
I groaned inside but smiled. "Of course we can," I replied.
But my mind was already thinking of next weekend.
Dancing, huh?
Maybe we could go and buy Lisa something nice to wear.
Chapter 9
"What about this?" Lisa pressed the tiny black tube of fabric against her body and turned one way, then the other.
Shifting in my seat to try and accommodate my hardening cock, I looked at the dress she was showing me with one eyebrow raised. "It's hard to tell. I can barely see it. Can you try it on?"
Lisa smirked because this had been my reaction to every piece that she'd brought back to the change room. "You just want to get another eyeful, don't you?" she asked, turning and stepping into the little booth behind her.
"Yes. Yes I do," I replied as she closed the door.
It was Wednesday night. We'd spent most of the previous weekend talking things through. It was surprising how much there was to talk about. Stuff came up that we hadn't shared in years. Stuff from our sex life that we'd probably never have brought up again if we hadn't stumbled onto my strange fantasy.
In the end we decided it would be best to take it slow. Even though Amanda had invited Lisa to go dancing, I insisted that it be the both of us. After some convincing Lisa agreed that it would be best if both of us were to go and not just her.
First of all, I wanted to be there. Most of what I found hot about it was actually watching her interact with another man. Of course the state of tension I'd been in on Friday before she got home was kind of sexy too, but there was too much angst that went with it.
There was no way I could spend a whole night sitting at home and wondering what the hell she was up to.
Lisa had also agreed on this and started talking to Amanda about me coming with them. The problem was Amanda didn't get why Lisa wanted me to come so badly so Lisa had to end up telling her the reason for it. Amanda thought this was hilarious, which also made Lisa feel better about it.
On Tuesday, I told her my idea about going and getting her a dress for that weekend and she loved it. I picked her up after work on Wednesday and took her out to dinner, then we drove to Main St. downtown where a bunch of boutique stores had sprung up in the last few years. Not being able to find anything there, we drove to the mall and started poking around the smaller stores, and finally tried Jackson's department store.
The place was pretty dead on a Wednesday night so we pretty much had it to ourselves.
A few minutes after she went in, Lisa emerged and my eyes bugged out. She looked incredibly stunning. She'd taken off her bra and squeezed her breasts into the tight top part of the dress. The bottom of it barely covered her ass, making her long, toned thighs look even longer and more muscular. As she stepped to look at herself in the mirror, she made a few last adjustm
ents to how the dress hugged her body. She looked stunning.
"What do you think?" she asked, standing sideways and running a hand down her tummy.
"I think you're going to have every guy in the place eating out of your hand," I replied.
"I do look kind of hot, don't I?"
"Kind of? You're a fucking bombshell. I...I can't believe you married me, seeing you in that."
Lisa laughed and in a mock Long Island accent said, "Oh stwap. Yeh tsoo much."
"No really," I went on, unable to keep my eyes from roving up and down the curves the dress highlighted, "you look really hot."
Lisa smiled at me in the mirror and I could tell she was feeling pretty good about herself. And that made me feel pretty good, too. Lisa had always been confident about her mind but she wasn't the kind of girl to get too hung up on her body image. Which was a good thing, but it was still nice to see her happy about the way she looked. It made her glow.
She turned to face me, then leaned to one side and peered out into the rest of the department store. She looked one way, then the other, then stood up straight and looked right at me. Spinning on her heel, she crooked a finger, letting me know I should follow her.
"Uh...where we going?" I asked, a little dumbfounded.
Lisa grabbed the tie I was still wearing from work and yanked me into the change room along with her. She shut the door quietly and put finger up to my lips when I started to ask her what was going on.
"Shh," she said, kneeling down in front of me. As she did, I got the perfect view of the cleft of flesh her breasts made down the front of the dress. I was already hard from watching her try on so many sexy dresses. I just wondered what would happen if we got caught. "If you don't want to get caught," she said, reading my mind, "you're going to have to make it quick."
With that, she yanked my zipper down and reached her fingers into my boxers to fish out my cock.
She plunged her face onto it right away. Working hard to stay quiet, she started working her tongue over it, wrapping it around and around the head while she sucked up and down my shaft.
As I grabbed the walls to try and steady myself, she reached her other hand into my pants, found my balls and started to rub the underside of my sack with the tips of her fingers.
