by R. C. Curtis
“He didn’t say. ‘Somewhere lively,’ I think was the term.”
Kelly gave me a sardonic glance. “You know he’s going to take me to a strip club, right?”
“I guess he might.”
“I guess so. I’m not fucking stupid. He’s going to take me to a strip club and try to get me drunk and then fuck me.”
I saw her point.
“And all because fucking Jerry told him I’m a fucking slut.”
“Hey, he apologized for that. And I don’t think he said ‘slut’.”
“He might as well have.” Kelly say down abruptly. “How about I just fuck him and not have to go on the fucking date?”
I half smiled. “I am sure he’d go for that.”
“Fuck him,” said Kelly. “I’ll go out with him but the piece of shit isn’t getting into my pants. One date, and that’s it.”
The marital bed was a cool one that night.
Upping the Ante
Dwane didn’t swing by for several weeks. When he did contact me again, it was by phone.
“Rick, the job’s yours. We will announce it in a week.”
I thanked him.
“No, you’ve earned it.” He let that hang in the air a moment. “About that little evening with your fine lady.”
“Yes?”
“The company retreat is in three weeks. Instead of showing her around town, I think I’ll take her there.”
“Oh, I hadn’t expected that.” And I hadn’t. This was a significant change.
“It’s the whole weekend of course, we are going to hang out and have fun and go to a few seminars, so it would be great to give her a look at everything.”
“I’ll have to ask her.”
“It’s that little place up in the Poconos. We go there every year. It’ll be great.”
“I’ll check with her.”
“One more thing.” I couldn’t imagine what this was going to be. “I’m looking for a girlfriend experience. You know, like if we could fool people there into thinking she was my girlfriend.”
“I don’t know if we can do that.”
“Not the company peeps.” He gave a little laugh. “No, just anyone who doesn’t know us already.”
Once again, Kelly was unimpressed.
“No way. No way am I going anywhere overnight with that asshole.”
I put my hand on her gently. “I need this. We both need this. It’s not going to be so bad.”
“Easy for you to say. It sounds horrible to me.”
“It’s just a weekend.”
Her eyes were fierce. “You know he plans to fuck me? You understand that?”
“You don’t have to fuck him,” I said. “That’s not the deal. The deal is for time with him.”
Kelly took my hand. “Baby, he is going to fuck me. Maybe not this weekend, maybe not for a few months, but he is going to work this until he fucks me. You get that, right?”
I understood.
I talked to her for a while, but she was adamant that she in no way wanted to spend the weekend with Dwane, even in the Poconos. “I’ll fuck the asshole,” she said, “if I have to. But there is no way I’m going to spend a minute with him that I don’t have to.”
Finally, after I pointed out how important it was for the thousandth time, she relented a little. “I’ll go, but I want you to go too. I’m not sleeping in his bed. I want you there with me.”
The next day I called Dwane and passed this information on.
“Hey, sure thing,” he said. “Everybody goes. It’ll be informal, and lots of fun. Tell your wife not to worry, you’ll be there and she’s more than welcome to sleep in your bed. Of course, I expect her to live up to the rest of the deal though.”
I assured him she would, and that she was looking forward to it.
“I bet she is,” said Dwane. “I don’t ever get any complaints from the ladies. She’s gonna love my cock.”
So there it was. No more pretending.
Kelly’s reaction was a little different, when I told her.
“You told him what? That I was looking forward to it?” She glared at me.
“We don’t want to wreck it. Just pretend, just go along with it. Pretend you’re excited about the chance.”
My wife shook her head. “No. I’ll be civil, but I’m not going to pretend that being with that fucker is something I’m happy about.”
Dwane called me several times that week talking about how great the weekend was going to be, and who was going to go, and how my wife was going to just love it. Kelly, on the other hand, became less and less happy as the weekend approached. She didn’t like Dwane, and she didn’t like the idea of fucking him, but she was committed, and I knew she would go through with it. We stopped fucking though. Kelly was no longer in the mood, and it was a long grim spell leading up to the Poconos retreat.
Dwane Takes Possession
Finally, the Friday afternoon Kelly had been dreading arrived, and we packed for the weekend. Kelly was in a bit of a funk, and didn’t want to pack anything sexy. I made a few suggestions, because she has some very nice and sexy clothes that show a little cleavage, without being too slutty. Kelly agreed to pack two of the outfits, along with some simple jeans and shirts.
We drove several hours to the resort. Kelly got quieter and more sullen the closer we got.
The place was pretty rustic, but really well maintained. We went to our cabin, and stowed our stuff, and then headed to the main building. Dwane met us there.
“Hey, beautiful, you are looking good.”
Kelly smiled wanly.
“Feeling a little nervous? Come on, let's go get a couple of drinks and relax a little.” We followed him in. I smiled at Kelly. “He’s being ok so far.” She nodded back, and shrugged.
We sat at the bar, Kelly between us. We talked about real trivial stuff, just trying to quiet down the tension. I think Kelly had two, maybe three drinks in quick succession, which is a lot for her. But it did relax her. She started to smile a bit, and laughed at a few things.
After maybe half an hour, Dwane said “Ok, well it’s probably time to get this thing rolling.”
Kelly smiled. “Yes, why not? Let’s do it.”
“That’s a good girl.” Dwane smiled at her and took her hand for a moment. “I’m expecting you to be my girlfriend this weekend. How about we see if we can fool a few of the clients?”
“Sure,” said Kelly, a little uncertainly.
“You can do it baby. Just remember that you’re my girlfriend.” He looked at me. “That ok with you?”
“Of course,” I said.
“Alright,” said Dwane. “First of all, I’ve got a little dress I want you to wear.”
Kelly managed a smile at that. “You mean you don’t want me in jeans and a t-shirt all weekend?”
Dwane squeezed her hand. “No I don’t.” He looked her straight in the eye, his voice stern. “Wear the dress, and the heels you have on. Nothing else. No bra, no panties.”
“Oh,” said Kelly.
“Understand?”
“Um, yes sure I understand.
“Go to my cabin and you’ll find the dress laid out on the bed.” He turned to me. “Ok, that’s it I guess. Your wife is mine for the weekend now. Thank you, I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time.”
I assured him it was no problem, and then he went off to greet some new guests. I walked the nervous Kelly over to his cabin.
“I can’t go without a bra,” said Kelly. “I jiggle too much.”
”You look great without a bra.”
“But not to walk around in public. I’m going to be way too self-conscious. People are gonna stare. No panties is easy, because no one knows. But no bra?”
We arrived at the cabin and Kelly went in. She found the dress and held it up.
“I, I don’t think this is going to work. It’s awfully revealing.”
“Just put it on.”
I watched as my wife stripped off her jeans, and sl
ipped out of her panties. I unsnapped her bra, then she wriggled into the dress.
The dress was a backless minidress. A halter style with a deeply plunging front, almost to her navel.
It also barely covered her ass. But that wasn’t the biggest problem.
“It doesn’t fit,” Kelly said, horrified. “It’s too big on top.”
I don’t think I’ve ever seen Kelly try on a dress where the top was too big for her. The struggle was always trying to get her boobs into a dress, but Dwane had managed to find one with the opposite problem.
The shoulder straps didn’t help the dress support her breasts at all. In fact they barely covered her nipples. Kelly struggled to arrange the material to cover her areolas.
“This isn’t going to work.”
“Maybe you have it on backwards?”
“No, it’s the right way around.” Kelly exhaled sharply. “I don’t like this. If I move my boobs are going to just jiggle right out of this.
I nodded, looking at the outfit critically. Obviously the straps were meant to show some cleavage, and a nice bit of side boob. But without any tension across her breasts, they were just going to move freely on their own.
“Maybe keep your arms crossed.”
Kelly took a deep breath. “Ok, ok, I can do this.” She looked down at herself and cursed softly. “I think.”
“I think you look gorgeous.”
Kelly smiled. “Thanks baby.”
She took a few moments to compose herself. “Baby, can you do me a real big favor?”
“Sure,” I said.
“Can you maybe go now? Let me walk back to the hall by myself. I need a few moments to get myself into it. I’m pretty nervous.”
“Ok baby.” I gave her a kiss. “Want me to take your clothes back to the cabin?”
She shook her head. “No I’m good. Just leave me alone for a minute.” She sat on the bed, her head down. “I’ll be okay.”
I bent down to kiss her again, and headed back to the hall.
The DJ had started playing some music, but no one was dancing yet. I saw Jack and Michael there with their wives, sitting at one of the little round tables flanking the dance floor. Chloe who works the front desk was there with her boyfriend, And Ellie with her husband. I nodded to them, and went to get a seat at the bar. I needed another drink.
It looked like about half the people were probably clients of Dwayne's. Some I knew, but most I didn’t.
Kelly didn’t show up for about twenty minutes. She finally came in walking cautiously. Dwane saw her and went over to her immediately, taking her into his arms for a quick kiss, then he stood talking to her with his arm around her. Kelly was telling him something, probably about the dress I guessed. She tugged the straps a few times to make sure she was covered. Dwane took her to a table in the corner, out of the way, seated her and got her another drink. She looked relieved to be out of the limelight. She had turned a few heads when she came in, with her barely covered breasts and long bare legs.
I got another drink.
The party was going well, everyone seemed to be having fun. Dwane seemed to be trying to convince Kelly to get up and dance with him, but she kept shaking her head. Finally, she agreed to dance right where she was, next to the table. They slow danced, and Kelly pressed in close to him, probably more to cover herself than anything else.
After one song, Dwane had a shot brought over, and he had Kelly down it. Which she did eagerly. Then he took her by the wrist and led her through the tables and out onto the dance floor.
I could tell Kelly was feeling a pretty good buzz by now, and she started dancing, hesitantly at first, but then getting into it. Kelly is a great dancer, and she loves it, she can dance all night.
She was starting to get the hang of the dress, shimmying in it without exposing her nipples. An edge of areola from time to time, but she was doing ok. Someone brought her another drink, and she took a sip, then raised her hands up high overhead, and shook her breasts at Dwane. He grabbed her, and she laughed, spilling the drink. He took it from her, and they started slow dancing again.
The dance floor got crowded, so I couldn’t see them that well, but they were kind of melting into each other. She had her arms around his neck, and he had his down at her waist. From time to time I could see that he was massaging her ass as they danced. My wife loves having her ass rubbed, so that and the alcohol were really starting to put her into a comfortable place. One of her breasts spilled out the side of the dress, but she didn’t notice, and I saw a number of guys nudging each other and pointing to her as she danced.
The song stopped, and they stepped apart. Kelly noticed her breast, and carefully tucked it back inside the dress. I got up and walked over near them.
Kelly was pretty glassy eyed by now. She was slurring her speech and seemed to have a little trouble with her balance. Dwane took her back to the corner table, and sat down with two guys from work with a good view of Dwane and Kelly. Neither of them seemed to notice me.
Dwane started kissing Kelly, and she returned his kissed reluctantly at first, but then got a little more enthusiastic. He nibbled on her lower lip, sucking it into his mouth, then nibbled a little on her neck. He got up to get himself a drink, and Kelly sat quietly by herself waiting for him to return. She looked down at her breasts, and tugged the dress a little to cover herself better. I tried to catch her eye, but failed. I’m not sure how well she could focus by now anyway.
Dwane came back and sat beside her. He began to run his hands over her thigh, and I could see her telling him to stop it. She pushed his hand away, but he wouldn’t stop. I knew she would feel self-conscious, because even in the corner she was still quite visible to a good many people.
It became a game, like chess, or fencing. Thrust, parry, retreat. Dwane would make a move on her, sliding a hand across her breasts or along her leg, and Kelly would push his hand away. He would wait a little while, then try again. You could see Kelly didn’t enjoy the game, but I couldn’t see any way she could win. He just kept at her, and she kept trying to block him. At times he would stop and kiss her neck, or play with her hair, and these she tolerated. But then he would go back to touching her body, and she would try to thwart him again.
Dwane was relentless. Kelly began to tire, or maybe the alcohol was really starting to have an effect, because her responses were getting slower. He’d cup her breast for a long moment, before she would react and push him away. He tweaked her nipples a couple of times, making them stand out under the dress. Once her breast spilled out, and you could see the puckered nipple standing up stiffly before she managed to tuck it away again.
Finally Dwane slipped his hand along her thigh and up under her dress. Kelly moved her hand to her lap to shield her lap from view, but didn’t try to push him away this time. Instead, she shifted in her seat, and opened her legs just a tiny bit. I couldn’t see his hand, but he was obviously beginning to explore her pussy. She looked around nervously, looking more than a little woozy.
Dwane took it slow, teasing her pussy very slowly, with just his fingertips. Kelly would wriggle from time to time, but he didn’t stop. You could see the fabric of her dress moving gently in her lap as his fingers teased up and down her pussy lips. Kelly bit her lip softly at one point, which made me think he’d dipped a finger up inside her.
She tried to push his hand away again. Drunk as she was, she seemed to realize that everyone in the area around her could tell Dwane was masturbating her, and she seemed embarrassed. She pushed at his hand a few times again, but it always went back, and with fairly evident effect. Clearly, Dwane could sense his approaching victory.
It’s not like everyone in the room knew what was going on, but all the tables nearby could certainly tell, and many watched. I watched, and I have to admit I was rock hard.
Kelly stopped trying to push him away and put both her hands on the table. I could see her thighs quivering. She bowed her head, and froze. Dwane had finally moved to her clit, and she showed it.
His hand moved quicker, and her dress bunched up over his hand as he played with her. You could easily see his hand between her thighs, and if you had the right seat, you could see his finger tormenting her clit.
I’ll say this, Kelly did seem to fight it. She clung to the table and moaned a little while Dwane kept playing with her clit. I could see her breasts jiggling as she gave tight little gasps for air. Her wriggling exposed both her nipples, but she seemed unaware. She seemed unaware of anything but that finger on her clit, as many people were openly watching Dwane’s little conquest.
