Inside her, I lay over her, supporting my body on my elbows as I drove my cock deep inside her. I held her head, kissing her, owning her. She was writhing and shaking and panting under me, and it seemed to me that she enjoyed the whole air of her husband looming over her, holding her, taking her for his own.
It was a kind of dominance, you might say, though I’d never been a dominant man.
It pushed buttons in Izzie that hadn’t really been pushed before, at least not by me.
I felt spurred on by her reaction to it. I turned her over, slid back inside her, thrust into her harder and harder and harder, making her body rock, her face and chest blush as she panted for breath.
When it came time for me to reach my climax, sinking deep into her to pump my hot seed into her, Izzie was just shaking and whimpering.
“Jesus,” she whispered after getting some of her breath back, as we lay there on the couch together, unable to move our entangled bodies. “Where did that come from?”
Chapter Sixteen
Saturday.
During the late morning, Izzie had to go down to the MSNBC Washington Bureau to take part in a panel discussion on the current state of the Presidential campaigns. I ended up lounging around home that afternoon in my sweatpants, watching her on the broadcast. She did well in the show — and the TV cameras seemed to love her, but then as husband I guess I was a little biased.
When she came back home wearing the same trim business suit she’d sported on TV, I just wanted to tear it off her and take her to the bedroom. However, she stopped me.
“I have to get ready,” she said, smiling broadly as she batted away my hands as I attempted to have my way with her.
“Huh?”
“I have a date.”
I hadn’t been expecting that. I have to say, the way that we’d been playing the Game, Izzie had tended to get ready for dates while I was out. I guess we were both quite busy people, and I had often been away doing things when she scheduled her dates. It was just the way it was: I came home to find evidence that she had prepared herself for a date with another man, and that in itself was quite a thrill to me.
Now, though, Izzie rather flirtatiously brushed one hand through her hair and said, “Why don’t you come talk to me while I get ready?”
The thought of watching her getting dressed up for her date with some other guy seemed seriously hot to me. I guess I was a little surprised the opportunity hadn’t really come up before — but such was the nature of our approach to Izzie’s dating.
I followed her upstairs and into the bedroom, answering her question about how good she’d been on TV that afternoon.
“Your job at the Messenger has to be pretty secure,” I was telling her as I flopped onto the bed to watch her taking off her clothes.
“If it’s not, there’s probably plenty of places I could go,” she said in a sing-song tone that seemed fairly confident she wasn’t going to get the same kind of pink slip treatment I had.
“They do love you on TV. The Messenger would be idiots to get rid of you now.”
She smiled, and shimmied out of her tight black pencil skirt, revealing a plain but nevertheless sexy white thong underneath. I had to really curb my instincts to just grab hold of her and take her right there on the bed.
“So are you going to be giving me any clues about tonight?” I said.
“Maybe,” she grinned.
To be honest, I’d been slipping a little on the Game front. Working so hard to get my freelance career up and running, I’d failed to learn about this date of hers. It was kind of nice she felt able to be so open about it, getting all dolled up in front of me.
For now, I’d just have to play catch-up if she allowed it.
“Somebody from work?”
“Nope.”
“But somebody you know, you knew before. Not a stranger.”
“Not a stranger.”
“An ex?”
She shook her head. “Okay, that’s enough clues for now.”
Hmm. Somebody she knew, but not someone from work, and not an ex. I’m assuming she wasn’t going to date one of our friends… someone from her gym?
Jesus. The thought that some buff guy from the gym might be the next man to enjoy her… It almost made me boil inside — in a good way, I guess.
I think Izzie noticed me wrestling with my feelings as I watched her strip down to her underwear. She said, “And what are you going to be doing while I’m out tonight?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ll probably just chill. You think you might come back here, after?”
She looked concerned. I guess she wasn’t used to getting ready for a date in front of me, either. “I don’t know. I don’t know what Marie’s gonna want to do…:
“Marie?”
Izzie’s eyes flashed with mischief. But then she laughed. “I’m not dating Marie,” she said wryly. Off came her bra, and I could see she enjoyed teasing me.
“Would have been a thought,” I grinned, a trifle sheepish at even considering Izzie dating her long-time best friend.
“It’s a double date,” she said. “Because Marie’s been far too interested in what’s going on with me to tend to her own love life.”
“You’re forcing her into it, huh?”
“But you should get out of the house, too, tonight. Enjoy yourself.”
“I’m okay with not doing much,” I said, watching her closely as she slipped off her panties.
My God, she was beautiful. It never ceased to amaze me.
“You could hang out with your buddies,” she said. “I don’t know… go to the movies.”
“While you’re out with another guy?” I laughed. “There’s no way I could do something meaningful while that happens.”
She grinned, and turned to pad through into the en suite, and turn on the shower.
“I worry about you, that’s all,” she said.
“Then don’t.”
“You won’t feel bad, being all alone?”
“No. Really,” I said, leaning in the doorway of the bathroom. “I get to think about you being on a date. That whole thing is part of the buzz for me.”
She felt for the temperature of the water, then once satisfied, stepped under the flow of the water.
“Maybe Marie’s right,” she said, dribbling body wash all over her breasts — in a such a suggestive manner, I knew she wouldn’t do that if I wasn’t watching. “I should just get over the whole jealousy thing I have about you. Let you see other people, too.”
I felt a funny feeling in my stomach as she said that. I didn’t want another woman. Sure, it was hot to think of sleeping with someone different, but I was more interested in what was going on with Izzie. What would my date think if most of my mind was perpetually thinking about what was happening with my wife?
“It’s never been about that, I’ve told you before,” I said, reflecting her smile as she rubbed the white creamy body wash over her breasts, her stomach, and over the rest of her body.
“I know, I know…” she said. “But don’t you think it’s strange? Me doing all this… and you’re stuck at home…”
“Just because I have a thing about you being with other guys, doesn’t mean it has to work the other way.”
“You know, Marie’s always liked you,” Izzie said, her hands swooping down to wash the soap from between her legs. Touching herself under the flow of the water, I guess to further tease me, but also perhaps as she thought about her upcoming date. “Perhaps it wouldn’t so bad if you… you know… dated someone like Marie. Someone I trust.”
“No.”
“Just for fun, nothing heavy.”
“Marie’s great,” I said, “but I’m happy with just you, honey. I swear.”
I don’t know, it was interesting to me that Izzie was having these thoughts of trying to pair me off with someone else. Perhaps if she’d voiced such thoughts early on, it might have made me feel insecure, paranoid. I might have imagined she wanted me to see other
women so that she would feel better about leaving me. I guess this was something a wife would be nervous about if her husband suddenly revealed his desire to share her. But right now, I knew nothing was going to shake the foundations of our marriage, even Izzie getting curious about how it would feel if I was dating, too.
“I don’t know…” she grinned and gave a coquettish shrug. “Maybe it would be fun some day. God knows Marie could do with a good lay…”
I laughed at that. Marie hadn’t had much luck in the dating world since she’d split from her husband. She was just a little too obsessed with Izzie’s dating life, though, to spend enough attention to her own.
“Who’s she seeing at the moment?” I asked, trying to divert Izzie from thoughts of setting me up with her friend. “Who’s she taking out tonight?”
“I don’t know,” Izzie said. “Some guy from CNN. I think the Hudsons set her up with him.”
I watched her wash her hair, and rinse off her body, and it seemed to me she was dancing for me, somehow. Performing. She was so sexy. Then she was drying off with a towel, stepping up to kiss me, to let me touch her damp breasts.
As much as I loved her new confidence after playing the Game, I think she loved how I made my obsession with her more clear through the playing of it. She was my goddess, and now more than ever she knew full well.
I lay back on the bed and watched as she dried her hair with her hairdryer, but she pointed in the direction of the chest of drawers, and the bottom drawer therein.
“Why don’t you pick something out for me to wear?” she grinned.
I didn’t need much persuading. In the drawer were a few new little bags from a certain well-known lingerie store. White lace… pink satin… red and black lace… they were all sizzling hot. I chose red and black, and it made me feel slightly giddy to be selecting the underwear for another guy to peel off my wife, I can tell you.
Izzie’s nipples were rock-hard as I handed her the lingerie I’d chosen. Was it as arousing for her, for me to help her get ready for a date with another man? It seemed so.
She pulled on the suspender belt first. There was no practical need for such an item — and it was hot because there was no other reason for her to wear it, except for seducing someone.
“You going to go home with him tonight?” I asked her. “Whoever he is?”
I was trembling a little, once again. It was fun to talk with her about her date, though. I think the Game downplayed that particular joy.
“I don’t know, maybe,” she said, putting on a matching red and black lace bra. “Maybe I’ll bring him here.”
“Just give me fair warning,” I smiled.
“Oh, you don’t need to worry about that,” she grinned, and stepped into the tiniest pair of matching panties. Virtually a g-string, I’d say.
“He knows you’re married?” I asked.
She nodded. “I told him you were out tonight.”
“He likes married women?”
Izzie laughed, and sat on the bottom of the bed to put on her stockings. “I’m sure he does. No-strings sex, huh?”
It took some will power to keep my hands off my wife, dressed like that. Especially as she now stood and had me help her attached her stockings to her suspender belt.
My God. She was sex personified. Infidelity personified.
Before she could pick out a dress, however, her phone started buzzing on the top of the chest of drawers. Izzie answered it, and almost immediately her face dropped.
“Oh,” she said, disappointed.
Imagining it was her date bailing on the date, I felt disappointed, too.
Still on the phone, she looked up at me. “Marie’s date was just called into the studio,” she said.
“That’s a shame,” I said, though in fact I was feeling hopeful, that Izzie would go on her date anyway.
“He can’t get someone else to do it?” Izzie was saying to Marie as she sifted through the wardrobe for a dress. “Well, that’s not fair.”
My wife looked at me and rolled her eyes about something Marie was saying. I was beginning to think that if she wasn’t going out tonight after all, that I might just get to take her in that sexy lingerie myself. So it was probably win-win for yours truly.
But Izzie’s face lit up as an idea came to her.
She said to Marie, “We can still do it. Oscar can be your date instead.”
I had to do a double-take on that one. Izzie just grinned like a devil, and it seemed that Marie was on board with her suggestion.
“Hey — hit the shower, buddy,” Izzie told me, like I had no choice in the matter.
Now the tables were turned — Izzie came to stand in the doorway of the bathroom, watching me shower. She was wearing a gray dress that I’d never seen before. It wasn’t the shortest dress she’d ever worn, and it didn’t have the lowest neckline she’d ever worn, but the way it clung to her every curve, both revealing and flattering, made it just about take my breath away.
“So you’re talking to me about how maybe you’d be curious about me dating Marie,” I was saying to her as I scrubbed myself. “And then a little later, it turns out her CNN guy has flaked on her.”
“Uh-huh,” Izzie said. She wasn’t just standing there watching me by now. She had make-up to apply.
“Tell me: was there ever an actual CNN guy?”
Izzie laughed. “I really didn’t make that up,” she said. “She really was going to bring that guy out tonight.”
I sighed. “Well, I guess I don’t mind sitting next to Marie while you flirt with… well, I suppose you have to tell me who your date is, now, right?”
“I guess so.”
“Someone from your gym?”
She laughed, and I felt impressed with myself for guessing correctly. “Mason. He’s my yoga instructor, actually.”
I felt hot lead being poured into my stomach. Yoga guy. I’ll admit to a hint of jealousy creeping over me there. The thought of her asking out the yoga instructor after so many weeks of her classes. They must have been flirting during class. After class, maybe.
Under the warm water, Izzie snapped me out of my drifting thoughts, and I realized I’d missed what she’d just been saying.
“Don’t you like Marie?”she asked. “You’ve always thought she was cute, right?”
“I just don’t think this is really what you want,” I said. “Even if you’re curious, I’m not sure I believe you feel the same way about me that I do about you.”
Staring at herself in the mirror as she applied eyeliner, Izzie said, “Would you at least let me find out?”
I chuckled at that. “I think my point is,” I said, “if I sleep with someone else — even if it’s Marie — I can’t un-sleep with them. You know, if you find out you didn’t like it.”
Izzie groaned. “You guys are all alike, you know that?” she said. “I’m not saying you just take her aside when we get to the restaurant and fuck her in the bathroom.”
“I suppose not.”
She said, “Date her, for heaven’s sake. Chat with her, smile at her, flirt with her, and then maybe I’ll see how I feel about it.”
I shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. Izzie presented me with my towel, and kissed me gently on the cheek so that she wouldn’t mess up her lipstick. Then as I started to dry off my hair, I felt her hands close around my semi-erect cock.
“See, I knew you were interested in her,” she said.
“You’re holding it!” I protested. “Of course it’s going to get a little excited!”
Chapter Seventeen
I had mixed feelings going along with it all. I donned a nice shirt, some nice pants, a smartish dark gray jacket — as smart as a lowly hack can achieve, I suppose — and didn’t look a patch on my glamorous wife.
We all rendezvoused at the restaurant the women had picked out — an Italian place in Silver Spring, as it happened, rather than somewhere downtown.
Marie was looking stunning in a blue dress that showed o
ff her petite frame to perfection. I wouldn’t say that she was intimidating, but the way she amped up her beauty and the fact that Izzie was there to encourage me to flirt with her, did put a certain pressure on me.
And Mason — well. I guess I’d had certain preconceptions of what a yoga guy would look like — serene, fit, handsome, perhaps, but also on the slender side, perhaps something of a hippy — but Mason blew them all out of the water.
“Hi, nice to meet you,” he had a warm handshake, but a powerful one. Much like his physique.
“Nice to meet you.”
I’d say the first thing he reminded me of was Izzie’s date from the masked ball in Annapolis. A powerful, bright black guy with a dress sense that once again flagged up my slightly shabby appearance.
“You know Izzie from the paper?” he asked me.
“Oh… uh… yeah,” I said, feeling a little stupid to have forgotten the fact that Mason would not know me as Izzie’s husband, even if he did know Izzie was married. “But it’s really Marie here… Izzie and Marie are friends from college.”
“Right,” he nodded.
“Oscar’s just my date,” Marie said, grabbing my arm and giving me a squeeze. Izzie gave her a gently dirty look, as though warning her not to give the game away to Mason, the poor innocent.
So here it was. I had to flirt with Marie all night, under the watchful eyes of my wife, while in the presence of a man who could honestly be described as Olympian. Or least, he could probably be described that way if kickboxing had been an Olympic sport. Kickboxing, it appeared, was Mason’s main gig. He taught yoga classes on the side, in particular because it seemed yoga classes paid the bills.
I don’t know. I was slightly in awe of the man all night. Partly because of his physical presence, partly because he was actually quite a charming guy — I could see how he might find it easy to take his pick from some of the women who attended his yoga classes — and partly because this fine specimen was on course to sleep with my wife later that night.
I hadn’t spent time with one of Izzie’s dates before. It was a strange experience.
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