My Husband Wants Me to Date?: Cin's Discovery

by Laran Mithras

  Is it that obvious? Am I really an uptight person? She looked around and then into her glass. She didn't know how to start.

  "This is about Rob?"

  Cindy nodded.

  She leaned back and crossed one leg over the other. "Spill."

  She glanced out the window at Kurt swimming around the pool. She sighed. "He wants me to flirt."

  Julie was looking at her silently as if she'd just mentioned the garbage truck had picked up the trash.

  Cindy frowned at her friend's silent expression.. "What?"

  Her friend rolled her eyes with exaggeration. "Call in the National Guard, there might be some flirting going on."

  She coughed. "I'm being serious."

  "Wow, girl, you really need to lighten up. Do you get sex at all?"

  She put on an outraged look. "Yes."

  "Could've fooled me."

  "What's that supposed to mean?"

  "You're acting like a prune-faced old nun."

  "What?"

  Julie thrust her chin at her. "You got a ruler up your sleeve?"

  She coughed.

  Her friend shook her head. "You don't ever flirt?"

  She straightened her back and lifted her nose. "Of course not."

  Julie rolled her eyes. "How did you and Robert ever get married?"

  "That's different."

  She sipped her drink and tilted her head to the side. "What's wrong with some harmless flirting?"

  "But I'm married."

  "So? Flirting doesn't wreck marriages. Affairs do."

  Cindy gulped at her drink. "He wants me to date." There, I said it.

  Julie's eyes got big and her mouth opened in realization. "Oh…"

  "See? I'm not being uptight."

  Her friend giggled. "Yes you are."

  "What?"

  "Well, it's obvious you're totally super-glued to his soul."

  "Yes."

  "So what would some dating hurt?"

  "I can't believe I'm the only one who thinks it's wrong."

  "Oh, don't get me wrong. If you two weren't so totally in love with each other, it wouldn't be something I'd recommend."

  "Huh?" She finished her screwdriver.

  "Nothing's going to drag the two of you apart. So what's so bad about a little fun? Get out and see a movie. Whoo! The sin." She fanned herself as if she were burning in the flames of Hell.

  Cindy chuckled but was shaking her head. "I want to have fun with my husband."

  "Good for you. You should. But you're very lucky to have a man who wants you to date and is strong enough to handle it."

  "Are you serious?"

  Julie nodded. "I'd love to have a date every once in a while, but Kurt's a bit on the jealous side. It's okay for him to flirt, but not me."

  "He flirts?"

  "Didn't you catch his flirtiness when you came in?"

  "Uh, well…"

  "I saw it."

  "It doesn't bother you?"

  Julie tossed her head to the side. "Actually no. The flirting doesn't bother me. Who cares about a smile or a wink? Now if he went further with it…"

  "Would you let him date?"

  Julie finished off her glass and twirled the ice in the bottom. "Depends on who it is."

  Cindy dropped her jaw. "Are you serious?"

  "Oh, believe me, not any typical gal off the street. No. No old girlfriends or that kind of thing. But like if Robert wanted you to date and you asked me? I'd let him take you to the movies or something." She motioned towards Kurt outside.

  "Oh, that's different."

  Julie shook her head. "No it isn't. You're still another person. It just all depends on who."

  "Why? Why would I be alright but not some other chick?"

  "Well, I know you wouldn't try to take my husband. You'd probably explode like the Death Star if you even thought about it. Gimme your glass."

  Cindy handed her empty glass to her. "And you aren't mad he was flirting with me at the door?"

  She shook her head. "A smile and a look? Who cares. Now if he tried to flirt with the little redhead girl next door…"

  She giggled. "Because she's a redhead?"

  "No, because she's eighteen and was a cheerleader and I don't trust her. You? I trust." She got up and went into the kitchen.

  Cindy followed. "You don't think it's strange Rob wants me to date?"

  She gave her a playful eye. "You're so lucky."

  She watched her friend make drinks and took hers when she was done.

  "Want to sit in the Jacuzzi? I have some shorts and a t-shirt you can wear."

  "That sounds relaxing."

  CHAPTER 8

  Cindy came out holding her drink.

  Julie was already in the Jacuzzi, water roiling and steaming.

  Kurt was laid out on a lounge.

  She tried not to look at his package stuffed in those little shorts.

  Julie said to her, "Nice save."

  "Huh?" She eased into the heat.

  "I saw you look." She flashed teeth in a white grin.

  She huddled down in the water and leaned towards her friend. "I swear that wouldn't have happened two weeks ago."

  "Well, what changed?"

  "Rob's been sending me videos."

  Interest appeared in her face. "Oh? What kind?"

  "Men jacking off."

  Her smile broadened. "Nice."

  "I didn't think I'd like it, but…"

  "Fun, isn't it? I have a few myself."

  "You do?"

  Julie nodded. "Don't tell him that, though. He wouldn't like it." She motioned her head over to Kurt.

  Kurt heard them talking. He got up and walked over. "What're you ladies talking about?" He stretched.

  Julie said, "Your package."

  Cindy covered her mouth in a slap and turned red.

  Kurt smiled and shifted the hem of his shorts around. "Oh yeah?"

  Julie giggled.

  "Do you two want to see it more up close?"

  Her tone turned scolding. "Settle down Bronco, you're not getting the two of us in bed."

  He pouted. "Well, that's a shame. I think Cin would look good in pigtails."

  Julie gave him a look. "That's enough."

  Cindy thought she was going to die.

  But Kurt's grin got bigger. "Tit for tat. Try to embarrass me and see how far you get." He climbed in and sat down next to Julie.

  Julie faced him and tilted her head ever so slightly.

  He looked at her and then his eyes shifted to Cindy.

  Julie climbed out of the Jacuzzi. "I'll refresh these drinks. You want one, honey?"

  "Please."

  They watched her go into the house.

  Kurt slid over to her.

  She leaned away.

  "I was kidding about the package-thing. Sometimes she tries to embarrass me."

  "Oh, well…"

  "Could you pull that lounge over?" He pointed beyond her.

  She gladly nodded. I need to get away from him; he's too close. She stood and leaned out, grabbing the leg of the lounge. There were towels on it.

  He patted between them on the lip. "Over here is good. Please?"

  "Sure." She twisted around, dragging it.

  "Very nice," he said.

  She noticed he was looking at her. With horror, she realized her breasts were completely visible through the wet t-shirt. Her eyes popped open and she sank down.

  "Very, very nice."

  Her heart thumped in her chest and she tried to smile. Uh, shit. What do I do?

  He leaned a little but said nothing.

  Suddenly, she felt a hand under the surface of the water brush across her right boob. Her eyes threatened to bug out of her head and she froze. Not even her fingers could move. Stunned into paralysis, she could only sit there as she felt his hand begin to gently massage her breast.

  She opened her mouth to say something, but gasped instead. Not that she was turned on, but that she was so utterly shocked.

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nbsp; Julie came out with a handful of glasses clasped in her two hands. "Here we are."

  She felt him lightly pinch her nipple and then the hand withdrew. She drew in a ragged breath.

  Julie said, "Now, was that so bad sitting here with my husband?"

  Cindy grabbed her drink and downed half of it.

  ~ ~ ~

  Cindy fidgeted in bed. "Um…"

  Rob was climbing into bed. "Something wrong?" He looked around.

  "I, uh… think I have something to tell you."

  He grew serious. "What's the matter?"

  She twisted and faced him. "Something happened today."

  "What happened?"

  Julie searched his face. Only caring was there. She blew out a breath and said, "I went to see Julie today."

  "Yes? Did you two get in a fight?"

  "No."

  "Then what?"

  "Kurt flirted with me."

  Rob blinked. "He did? Are you sure?"

  She coughed. "Very sure."

  "Alright, what happened?"

  "He checked me out at the door."

  Rob made a face. "Alright, so?"

  "And… I got into the Jacuzzi with them in some shorts and t-shirt Julie loaned me."

  "Sounds like fun."

  "No, it was horrible."

  "Alright, alright. Tell me what happened."

  Cindy darted her eyes back and forth. "Julie got out to go get some drinks."

  "This is getting interesting." He smiled.

  "Stop that. Kurt asked me to pull over a lounge with some towels on it. So I did. But then I realized he was checking me out. He saw everything."

  "Everything?" Her husband's eyes were alight with interest.

  "You know, wet t-shirt?"

  He moaned and leaned in, nuzzling her neck.

  "He said they looked very nice."

  He sighed, his eyes closing. "That's awesome." He reached down and began playing with himself. "They're beautiful."

  She shook her head. Her husband was stroking a very fast-growing erection. "But…"

  His breathing grew ragged as he jacked. "Huh?"

  "His hand was under the water and I felt him touch me."

  Rob leaned up very suddenly a surprised look on his face. "He what?"

  Finally, he sees the sense in all this. "He touched my boob. Here." She pointed.

  His look grew fierce. He tore the sheet down, his cock bobbing and throbbing angrily. "He touched your breast?"

  "Yes." Her lip quivered.

  He gripped her panties and yanked. They shredded in a protest of cotton. He was between her legs in a flash.

  "When Julie came out, he pinched my nipple."

  His eyes bugged out and he thrust his straining erection into her hard. "Fuck, yes!"

  Cindy was stunned. His assault on her was fast, furious, and filled with fuck-lust. He likes this?

  Her husband drove down into her, pounding his cock into her with deep, frenzied strokes.

  Cindy's eyes rolled back in her head as the suddenness overwhelmed her. Her pussy clamped hard on him, gripping him, and she spread her knees up and out to let him pound in deeper.

  The bed squeaked, the headboard creaked, and her husband's pants almost sounded like hyperventilation.

  She spun out of control, her body not responding to her brain and her brain not functioning at all. The slaps of their hips and the grinding hits against her clit made her eyelids flutter. She realized she was moaning loudly in one long wail of passion. Then her tension exploded in a series of agonizing shocks.

  She cried out with each shock, clenching and releasing and clenching again.

  With a savage grunt, her husband unloaded a stream of hotness in her that didn't seem to stop.

  She thought she was going to pass out. She couldn't catch her breath. Her body seemed locked in an orgasm that wouldn't let go. The convulsions became painful. But they finally slowed.

  Panting, he collapsed on her. He twitched when her pussy clamped. He started chuckling. "Wow, that was awesome."

  She drew in several breaths of sweet air and moaned. She felt dizzy and delirious. "Yeah, wow." Then she laughed with him.

  CHAPTER 9

  Cindy kept looking at her husband on Sunday. Checking on him. He kept saying he had a blast the previous night, but was he hiding anything? He appeared alright.

  She felt a little sore, but it was a very good sore.

  He frowned at her. "Are you alright?"

  She nodded. "I guess so."

  "Sorry about your panties."

  She waved him off with a toothy grin. "You can run me out of panties doing that. That was nice."

  He chuckled. "I'm glad you let him flirt with you. You really didn't do anything to egg him on?"

  She shook her head, eyes wide. "Nothing."

  "Well, I hope you see it isn't like the end of the world or something."

  He was right about that. She had been relieved. "It was still a shock."

  He nodded. "I'm sure it was. It's not every day a stranger feels you up."

  "That's for sure."

  "Did you have fun, at least?"

  "Fun? I was scared. It was totally unexpected."

  "Well, maybe next time you won't be so scared."

  "Next time?"

  "Who knows, he might want to lick one."

  She slapped his arm. "Rob!"

  "I would, if I were him."

  "Would you really want to hear another man licked my breast?"

  He shook, sighed breathily, and said, "Fuck, yes."

  She giggled. "You're incorrigible."

  "Going to smile at Ron tomorrow?"

  She rolled her eyes. "I don't know. It's sort of hard to stop smiling once you've started."

  "Are you going to let him ask you out on a date?"

  "He's not going to ask."

  "What if he does?"

  "I'll say no."

  "Really?" He looked disappointed.

  "He's not going to ask."

  "I bet he would if you hinted you'd accept."

  "What?"

  "Like if you told him I just might let you out on occasion."

  Cindy blushed. "That's horrible."

  He threw up his hands like she did – palms up. "Why? Because he thinks you're interesting? Because he thinks you might be fun to take to a movie? Because he thinks you're smart and sexy?"

  "But I'm not married to him."

  "I wouldn't want you to be."

  She coughed.

  "I expect you home and in my bed."

  She gave him an eyebrow. "After a date with another man."

  "Especially after a date with another man."

  Cindy laughed and shook her head. I'm getting nowhere in this. He sure was fun last night, though. Wow. "If I agreed to go out on a date with him, or Kurt, wouldn't you think I was just some slut like we knew in high school?"

  He stepped close very suddenly and tilted up her head. His kiss was slow and sensuous. "Never," he breathed into her mouth.

  Am I being dumb or something? Everyone was saying she was uptight. Even Julie thought Kurt could take her on a date. "If I go on a date with Kurt, will that be enough?"

  His arms encircled her and held her close. "That would be wonderful."

  "I'll call her. No promises. She might have been kidding when she said it was alright."

  He was smiling and his eyes were smoking. It sent a thrill through her insides.

  ~ ~ ~

  Cindy said, "He's coming tomorrow night. A movie."

  Her husband beamed. "Awesome. Anything happen at work today?"

  "No. Ron didn't come in."

  "Oh." He seemed disappointed.

  "Don't worry, he comes in three or four times a week for supplies." She shook her head. How am I going to get through this? She felt nervous.

  ~ ~ ~

  "Hey, Cin."

  It was Tuesday afternoon. She looked up into Ron's eyes. "Oh, hi." She gave him a smile and found it much easier than before.r />
  "Have any painter's overalls my size?"

  "Hmm." She twisted her mouth. "I don't know." She led him to the spray area. The rack held several folded stacks, all picked over. She began checking through them.

  He said, "Yeah, I looked through those last week."

  "Oh." She glanced down at the overstock box under the rack. "You look in here?" She squatted down.

  "Er, no. Didn't notice it." He squatted down next to her.

  She dug through the box and checked sizes. "What's your size?"

  "Thirty-two thirty-six."

  She dug a little more. "Ah, got one right here." She pulled it out and twisted to hand them to him.

  He was staring into her eyes, just a foot away.

  A quiver of warmth ran through her and she smiled at him.

  They seemed to squat there together, for a minute, just looking at each other.

  What would my husband want to hear? She opened her mouth. Her temples beat to her pulse and she said, "My husband might let me out. On occasion." I can't believe I said that.

  His eyes intensified and his small grin widened. "Really?"

  She nodded and got up, suddenly unsure about what to do or say. "Did you need anything else?"

  "Your phone number."

  She chuckled and blushed; she couldn't look at him. "Um, well…" Stupid to offer and then not give him my number. "Alright."

  ~ ~ ~

  Cindy got out of the shower and began dressing for her date with Kurt.

  "Ohh, this looks nice." Rob must have come home when she was in the shower.

  "Hmm?" She pulled on her jeans.

  "You dressing for a date."

  "I'm just putting on clothes."

  "It's sexy."

  "I have news about work."

  "Oh?" He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe.

  "Ron asked for my phone number."

  Rob broke out into laughter. "Did he? Good man."

  "Well, I sure hope he doesn't call."

  Her husband grinned. "I hope he does."

  "I don't know. Maybe this date with Kurt should be the only one. I don't want you having second thoughts or anything."

  He shook his head, slowly. "You're sexy."

  She giggled. "Stop it."

  "But you are."

  A worm of thrill and heat coiled in her with visions of what Rob might do to her later that night. "You're so nasty."

  "I'm all yours."

  A sudden overwhelming love came over her and she embraced her husband. "I love you."