"It wasn't that small, but I know the one." He inserted another finger and pushed in. "Which video did you like the most?"
She moaned and tried to think. "The first one surprised me; I wasn't expecting it to look so good."
"What part of it did you like?" His fingers fucked in and out of her, driving her nuts with need.
"All of it was nice. I'm not sure. The husband was really going at his own dick. It looked like he was having a lot of fun."
He chuckled. "Ah yeah, that one. His hand was a blur."
"And the wife looked like she was totally gone."
Rob's breathing grew ragged. "Yeah." He pressed up against her and she could feel his growing erection. It was growing fast.
"And the guy doing her looked nice. Although he might have been too big."
Rob was moving his hips against her leg, pushing his hardness at her.
Wow, he really likes me being turned on by the videos. This is nasty.
He moved over her and mounted her. "I liked that one with the big man doing the wife. His cock looked great plowing her." His voice was shaking. He rammed his cock in.
Cindy gasped, feeling the length of her husband slide into her. Snatches of the video flitted through her senses. The big cock ramming in and out of the wife. She moaned long and low.
He panted, sitting up on his knees to look down at her. He slowly slid his shaft in and out of her. "Did you like seeing the wives get fucked?"
Her head was swimming. Her insides were knotted in tension. She felt as tightly wound as a guitar string. She nodded, not trusting her voice.
He reached a thumb down and flicked back and forth across her clit.
Spasms of electrical jolts raced up her back and down her legs. She began groaning.
He said, "I liked the one where the man came in the wife and the husband shot his load."
Bastard! It threw her over the edge. She cried out, raising her hips up high. Her legs shook and she convulsed in orgasm. Heat flashed through her and the skin of her arms tickled. She grunted, thrusting her hips and rode the wave of a nerve-shattering orgasm.
She drifted, feeling the tension released. It was almost like the Pirates of the Caribbean ride at Disneyland when the boat comes down the ramp and floats free in the water, bouncing and bobbing gently. Her pussy clamped and gripped, squeezing in delicious aftershocks.
Rob said, still thrusting, "Does anyone ever flirt with you?"
She blinked her eyes open. "Flirt?" She was out of breath.
"Yeah. Wink, smile, make innuendos?" He began thrusting deeper, leaning over her.
"No… why?"
"Your boss doesn't?"
She started in shock. "Hell no. He's fat and ugly."
He laughed. "Oh, sorry. Didn't know."
"I get smiled at by some customers, but no one flirts with me."
He began to tremble. "Smiling can be flirty."
"Well, I don't think—"
"Is there anyone that always smiles at you?"
She went still, thinking. The only customer that did was the carpenter. "There's a carpenter named Ron that does. But he's just being nice."
Rob sped his thrusts. "Is he nice-looking?"
She frowned. "Well, yes. In a scruffy way."
"Why don't you try smiling back at him?" he began to quiver, hard. He was close.
She stiffened. "I don't really think that's a good idea—"
"Smile at him and see what he does…" His eyes screwed shut and he thrust deep. He cried out and let forth a burst of hot wetness in her.
~ ~ ~
She nestled in his arms, as usual. She wore a frown. "I don't think I should be smiling at anyone."
He raised his head. "What's it going to hurt? See what he does."
She sighed. "This fantasy thing is sort of fun and all, but it really needs to stay right here in the bedroom."
"Fine, but a smile is just a smile. Try it and come home and tell me what happens. Here in the bedroom"
She raised an eyebrow. "A smile."
"Just a smile." He gave her a squeeze.
CHAPTER 6
Cindy was writing a stock order.
"Hi, Cin." It was Ron.
She almost dropped the clipboard. "Oh, didn't hear you come up."
He flashed a grin. "Sorry. I noticed the four-ought steel wool is gone. Have any in back?"
"Oh, yes. Let me break open the box. Just got it in this morning."
He followed her into the back where they kept some paint and took deliveries. It wasn't unusual for the contractors to be back there.
She whipped out her boxcutter and swiped the tape on the sundries shipment. She opened the box with deft moves.
He was smiling. "Remind me never to pick a fight with you."
"Huh?" She looked up.
"You're wicked with that knife."
She blushed. I hope he doesn't think I'm some gang member or something. "Oh, well… A lot of practice, I guess."
He said nothing. She pulled out a sleeve of four-ought wool. "How many do you need?"
His voice was smooth and hunky. "I'll take all you've got."
She froze, then slowly pulled out all six sleeves. Was that innuendo? It sounded suggestive. Is this where I'm supposed to smile at him? Can't say I'm all in the mood with my period and all. She maintained a straight face and carried the sleeves to the counter. Maybe I'll try a smile. I hope it doesn't come out like a grimace.
He had some other things on the counter.
She pulled an order sheet and began writing. And working up her courage. If this will make Rob happy that I smile, I guess I can give it a shot. She looked up and said, "Will there be anything else?" She smiled at him.
His eyebrows lifted and his smile broadened. Then he bit his lip and rubbed them back and forth against each other. "Well. I don't know. Any suggestions?"
She felt the blush rush up her face. Was that suggestive? Why did she feel like she was back in school, blushing like a little girl? She looked down to the order form to avoid his eyes. She turned it to him and handed him her pen.
He signed and placed the pen in her hand very slowly. His fingers brushed the skin of her palm.
Shivers ran up her back and she dropped the pen. "Shoot." She snatched it up and hurriedly tore off his copy. She couldn't do it; she couldn't look at him again.
His voice was smooth and sexy. "Thanks, Cin. See you later."
She avoided his eyes. But in looking down, her eyes glanced across his crotch as he turned. A nice bulge was there. Is that normal for him? Or is he excited? She looked away.
~ ~ ~
She was eating soup for dinner. "So…"
Rob looked up. "Hmm?"
"I did it."
"Did what?"
"I smiled."
A slow grin crossed his face in disbelief and grew into a huge smile. "Really?"
She nodded. "Can't say I was all in the mood with my cycle and all. Cramps are a bitch."
"What happened?"
"I smiled. He smiled."
He shifted in his seat and reached down to adjust his package.
She shook her head. "That excites you?"
"Uh huh." He was nodding for emphasis. "Maybe tell me the details later in bed?"
"I can't do anything."
"I can jack while you tell me."
She laughed and shook her head. "You're strange."
"Would you rather I jack to porn?"
Hmm, you have a point. "No, I suppose not."
~ ~ ~
Cindy relaxed in bed.
A buoyant and naked Rob almost bounced onto the bed.
She moved with the bed. "Eager, huh?"
His grin was sly. "You bet."
"Well, there's not much to tell." Like I feel all into it with these cramps and shit.
"What happened?" His shaft was already half hard.
"I was in back with him—"
"In back? Like in private?" His eyes got a feverish glow to them.
S
he laughed. "No, it's just a stock area. Contractors are back there all the time."
"Oh."
"Anyways, I was pulling some steel wool from an order—"
"Was he checking you out?"
Cindy frowned. The question had her realizing that Ron might have been but she hadn't been looking. Had he been looking at her? Looking at her little butt? She wasn't all that curvy, except for her breasts. She had no idea. "I wasn't looking. I don't know; I was bent over a box."
"He'd be stupid not to be checking you out."
The thought made her irritated. Maybe the cramps aren't helping, but what right did Ron have looking at my body? "Well, I don't know."
"Go on."
"I asked him how many sleeves he wanted and he said he'd take all I got."
"Hmm. You think that was flirty?"
Cindy nodded. "Maybe. It's hard to tell, but his voice got all low and smooth."
"Is that unusual for him?"
"Yes, I'd say so."
He started stroking himself, his shaft hardening. "Sounds like he got a little suggestive."
Yeah, like I was in the mood for it. "I don't know."
"Anything more?"
"Well, yes. After he said that, I figured I'd try a smile. See how it went – not that I was really in the mood."
He stopped stroking and touched her shoulder. "I'm sorry. I'm sure smiling is the last thing on your mind when it's your period."
She rolled her eyes and nodded. "Anyway, I gave him a smile after asking him if he needed anything else."
Rob grinned. "Yeah?" His hand was working his very hard erection.
Despite herself, Cindy found herself warming at the sight. A week before she had thought it meant the end of her marriage. Now she was feeling lust as she watched her husband masturbate. I wish my cycle was over. "He asked if I had any suggestions. His voice was kind of bedroom-like. Like you get."
He closed his eyes and stroked with longer strokes. "Mmm, that sounds very nice."
"You really like this?"
He opened his eyes and shook his head. He waved a very hard shaft at her. "I don't know; what do you think."
She laughed. "Whatever."
"Did he say anything else?"
"Not really, but…"
"But?" He sounded eager.
"When he handed me back the pen he did it real slow and touched my palm. Gave me goosebumps."
Her husband's eyes rolled away and he gasped. Squirts of cum erupted from his shaft as his fist slid up and down on it.
She squealed, backing away. Oh wow. He really does find it sexy. She laughed. "That was amusing."
He began laughing and panting at the same time. Smaller squirts flew as his orgasm subsided. "What a mess."
Yeah, but that was fun. Much better than a video.
CHAPTER 7
Cindy tried to avoid Ron for the rest of the week. But she couldn't. The first day after, he smiled and she didn't.
But as her cramps subsided, she found his smile contagious. She smiled back the second day. His eyes were smoky and she had trouble looking up into them.
By the end of the week, she felt a lot better and his smiles were returned with hers. She felt comfortable now returning the smiles and he was a very handsome man, after all.
"You sure have a nice smile," he said.
She laughed and rolled her eyes. Is this a pick-up line? Please. I've heard better from nerds in high school. "Okay…"
But then he floored her. His gaze shifted to her wedding ring. He lowered his voice so Albert wouldn't hear. "Does your husband ever let you out?"
Suddenly her heart was thumping in her chest. She gave a half laugh. "Uh, no."
He shook his head. "That's too bad."
She realized she was shaking. She also didn't want to be there. Where's my husband? I want to lose myself in one of his hugs.
Ron didn't pester her, though. He winked and left with his varnish purchase.
~ ~ ~
Rob was stroking and his shaft was very hard. "Tell me."
Cindy toyed with the blanket, nervous. "After he said I had a nice smile, he looked at my ring."
That brought a smile to his face.
"And then he asked if you ever let me out."
Rob's hand let go of his twitching cock. His eyes closed and he let out a long sigh. "Oh yeah."
"I'm not really comfortable with him flirting. When I knew he was for sure, all I could think about was you."
He smiled again and reached out to squeeze her arm. "I love you."
"But, aren't you worried that you'll lose me?"
He laughed. "No. Do you love me?"
She nodded, tears threatening her eyes.
"And I love you. No, I don't worry. You're making me a very happy man." He gripped and waved his erection.
A small laugh burst out, but died. "You weren't happy before?"
"Of course I was. I have you."
"But now?"
He shrugged. "It's like a dream come true, I guess. Makes me love you all the more."
"You didn't love me very much before? I love you with everything I am."
He soothed her arm. "Shh. I've always loved you. I meant it's nice I can share this fantasy with you and you with me. This is awesome."
"You're not mad?"
He laughed. "No. Does it sound like it?"
"I don't know, not many husbands like the idea of their wives flirting with other men."
He wriggled his eyebrows. "You'd be surprised. Men like to brag and show off."
She recalled the stroking husbands in the videos looking proud while they watched their wives get fucked. "I don't know."
"I wonder what he would do on a date with you."
"A date?"
Rob nodded. "He was asking."
"He was not."
"He was. That bit about me letting you out? He was asking if he could have some time with you."
She looked at him funny. "What makes you think that?"
"Because that's how a man asks a married woman. He was asking if you were ever available."
She sat there stunned. "He asked me out on a date?"
Rob nodded. "Something like that." His hand slid faster on his cock.
She looked at it, wary. "Are you going to spray me again?"
He let go and laughed. "No. Would you go out on a date with him?"
"What? No."
"Is he ugly or something?"
"No."
"Fat?"
"No, he's tall and skinny."
"Doesn't really sound like your type."
"He's not really. You are. I love your muscles."
He frowned. "So you think a date with him would be bad?"
"No. I don't know. I don't want to go out on a date with him; I'm married to you."
"Wouldn't be much different than going somewhere with Julie."
She coughed. "Are you serious? A date?"
He nodded, grinning.
"No way. You're my husband."
"I'm not asking you to divorce me."
Cindy sat there, dumbfounded. She raised her palms up in the air. "What exactly are you asking?"
"Play along with him. See if he asks you out on a date."
"But—"
"What's it going to hurt to see if he asks?" His hand moved slower on his cock, squeezing and stroking.
She felt the worm of lust in her at the sight. "You're really going to be all turned on if some man asks me out on a date."
He closed his eyes and hummed with pleasure. "Yep. Would be even better if you accepted."
"No way."
~ ~ ~
Cindy squirmed in her chair. She avoided that folder with the nasty videos. She really wanted to open it and have some fun, but she refused. This was all going too far. He wants me to flirt?
Her husband was at work on a Saturday. It happened often; most people liked to move on weekends.
She chewed on a fingernail and tried to read a news article. Her eyes kept drifting back
to the folder.
She got out of her chair. I need to do something else. She grabbed her phone and dialed Julie.
"Hey, Cin."
"Hi. Doing anything? I'd like to get out of the house."
"No. Come on over. Is this about your last call?"
"Not really, no. Well… Sort of, yes."
Julie laughed. "You sound like a blonde."
She dead-panned, "Thanks."
"See you in a few?"
Cindy said, "Yeah. Thanks."
The drive to their house was short. One freeway exit and two and a half blocks. It was a fixer-upper that they were slowly renovating in their spare time and spare money. They had more time than money.
Kurt answered the door. "Hey, Cin." He was dressed in a bathing suit with a towel over his shoulder. "Come on in."
She paused, struck by the similarity of his grin to Ron's. She walked in past him as he looked her over. Has he always done that? Had I not noticed? Has Rob awakened in me an awareness? Am I dreaming?
Julie gave her a light hug. "Come in and sit. Want something to drink?"
She twisted her hands together. "Oh, I don't know."
Julie's eyebrow went up. "Looks like you do."
"Well…"
"Screwdriver it is."
Cindy gave a half-laugh. "Alright. It's been a long time."
"That's my girl."
Kurt went out back and waded into the pool. He was a muscular man, like Rob, but tanned all over.
She gazed at his back and looked over his physique. Yes, very much like Rob.
"He's a looker, isn't he?" Julie said. She was holding out a tall glass.
Startled, she gripped her blouse. "Oh. Sorry. I didn't mean to be looking."
Julie gave her a pained look. "Don't worry about it. Here, take your drink."
Cindy took it and took a gulp; she liked screwdrivers. She blew out a breath.
Her friend smiled. "See? All better."
"Sorry about looking at him. I was just thinking how he looks like Rob. His muscles."
Julie waved a hand. "Don't apologize. Yes, he does, sort of. I don't mind you checking him out, but just remember, he's mine." Her eyebrows drew down in mock severity.
Cindy laughed. "Oh, I needed a good laugh."
"What's got you so uptight?"
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