A Simple Proposition

by Jennifer O'Donnell

  He kept grinning, though, so she thought he knew.

  She blew him, because she was pretty sure that was what he’d had in mind when he offered to do her. She thought of ways to tease him as she remembered a porn movie that they watched together where the wife used her left hand to hold the lover’s cock. Seems that men get turned on watching that ring sliding up and down on him. Maybe this was something Steve had thought about as well.

  She bent over and sucked him off, and every time she glanced up he was staring at her. The whole time he was oddly silent, all inward and thinking, and she had a horrible feeling he was imagining her doing someone else. And she wasn’t sure she minded if he was.

  He came quickly, almost as fast as she did. She swallowed like he wanted her to do with this fantasy guy, and then went and got a glass of water to rinse her mouth.

  Back in the bedroom she said to Steve, “I’m asking again. One chance to tell me that you really want this 'thing' to happen.”

  Again, he gave her his stock answer, “I think I might.”

  Pam turned off the light and got into bed.

  Steve kissed her while Pam lay there, half-asleep, still wondering.

  Chapter 3

  am was fairly sure Steve was deliberately giving her space to decide, and that he knew her well enough to know that pestering her would end up with her saying no. She wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.

  Two evenings later, while they were putting dishes in the dishwasher, she said. “I need to know one thing.”

  “Okay.”

  “About the thing. From the other night.”

  “I assumed.”

  “So I need a completely honest answer. Promise you won’t bullshit me, okay?”

  “Yeah,” he said. “Of course.”

  “I mean it. Even if I don’t like the answer now, I’ll like it a lot less if I find out it isn’t true.”

  “Yeah, Pam. Shit. What is it?”

  “Am I good?” she asked. “At head. Do I give good blowjobs?”

  “Yeah, of course.”

  “Really? Do I do the right things? Is there anything I could do better?”

  “No, Pam. You’re…I mean, you’re perfect. You’re good.”

  “You have to say that. I don't want you to feel that you have to say that. I want to know what you really think and not worry about my feelings.”

  He looked at her.

  “Now, be honest,” she pressed. “It doesn’t matter if it’s just you getting bad head for the rest of your life. If we’re going out and offering me to other people, I need to know.”

  “Pam, you’re good. You give amazing head. Didn't you notice how the other night I only lasted for a minute?”

  “Am I good enough that this guy isn’t going to be disappointed?”

  “Which guy?”

  “Any guy. The guy we offer me to. Is he going to like it?”

  “Sweetheart, yes.”

  “More than okay? Like he won’t think it’s weird I’m offering?”

  “How do you mean?”

  “Well, some chick offers you a blowjob out the blue, you kind of assume she’s done it before and had a bit of practice.”

  “I suppose.”

  “So will I live up to that?”

  “Do you give head like a slut, you mean?”

  She glared at him, and thumped a plastic tray down on the bench. “I mean it.”

  “Pam, you’re fucking great.”

  “I don’t believe that.”

  “You’re good. You’re more than good enough, and any guy would be very lucky to enjoy a blowjob from you.”

  “Really?” she said, not sure why she cared so much. “You promise?”

  “I swear.”

  “Okay,” she said, and put a few more cups into the dishwasher. He was looking at her not saying anything.

  “I’m still deciding,” she said.

  “Okay.”

  “I’m almost there.”

  He looked at her.

  “You heard,” she said, and he grinned and kissed her. “You have to promise me that if you become jealous or anything along those lines, we stop!”

  “I promise.” Steve gave her a soft hug wrapping his big arms around her.

  Pam always felt safe in his arms.

  Chapter 4

  he next night Pam ended up working late. She got home after dark, walked into the kitchen, and found Steve already there cooking.

  “It’s almost ready,” he said.

  Pam opened the discussion again immediately. “The thing,” she said, “is would you organize it? If I said yes, would you organize it all for me?”

  “Yeah, of course. If you want me to.”

  “Okay,” she said. “How?”

  He put a lid on the saucepan, wiped his hands on a towel and leaned on the bench to look at her.

  “I hadn’t really thought about it.”

  “Your big fantasy and you hadn’t thought about it? So think about it now. How does it work. How do you find this guy.”

  “Uh,” Steve said. “Ask around, I suppose. Ask someone.”

  “So ask one of your friends?”

  “I suppose.”

  “No way. I’m not blowing someone we know. I’m just not.”

  “Okay. Fair enough. But why not?”

  “A blow job can be very intimate. Do you really want me to have one of your friend’s cock in my mouth? Then we have to worry about him starting to like me. Or what if I start to like him? What if you get jealous and uncomfortable and I want more but you don't?”

  “Good point.”

  “So how?”

  Steve blurted out, “Internet, I guess. There must be people into this kind of shit. A personal ad.”

  Pam thought. “Nope.”

  “Why not?”

  “You want me to suck some random guy’s cock without knowing anything about him? I’m not doing some loser who can’t get any except off the Internet. Not a chance.”

  “Okay, so what do you want to do?”

  Pam thought. “I don’t know. Maybe pick someone up in a bar or something?”

  “That’s not too much work?”

  “What, hey, my boyfriend wants to watch me suck you off.” Nah, I don’t think it’ll be that complicated.”

  Steve grinned. “When?”

  “Sometime. Let me think about it.”

  Chapter 5

  hey had sex again when they got into bed as they had each night since this had started and once in the morning, too, yesterday, when Steve had followed Pam into the shower. On her knees, on the bed, being taken from behind, Pam said, “I’ll do it.”

  Steve stopped moving.

  “Did you hear me?” she said. She turned her face a little, in case her voice had been muffled by pressing into the pillow.

  “I heard you.”

  “You still want to?”

  “Ah, yeah. I do.”

  “You’re sure? Really sure? Really completely fucking sure?”

  “Yes.”

  She nodded, and reached back and pulled him against her, and squeezed until he started moving again.

  Steve loved all this dirty talk and fought back the urge to orgasm.

  “We have to set up some rules. I’m not going to have sex on the first night with this guy.

  “Why not?”

  “Dah, what if you become jealous. There is no way I’m going to risk our marriage. I’m just not willing to do that. Yeah, I hear you saying that you are good with this, but I’m not. I’ll give this guy a blowjob, then see how you are the next day. Understand?”

  There didn’t seem much else she needed to say, after that.

  Chapter 6

  alking into the nightclub, she felt confident in her outfit. Sure, her husband liked her short skirt, but she really didn’t dress for him. Tonight she pulled out all the stops wearing only the best labels. Even though she didn’t belong to the club, the labels spoke volumes and would keep all the other women out of her
way.

  Tonight was a dress rehearsal. It’d been years since she stepped foot into a nightclub and she needed to build up her confidence before she could proceed. Also, this gave Steve a way to save face and end this before they proceeded too far. She had no intentions other than to dance and torment Steve. A little harmless flirting if things went well and there were worthy contestants. Then it dawned on her - why did she pick that word ‘contestants’ as if this was some game or something? Maybe it was, or maybe this is how she needed to classify her actions in order to continue this journey Steve had mapped for her.

  Once in the club, with her eyes adjusted to the dark environment, she sat down at a table and looked around. After another moment she was finally able to take inventory of the room. There were men here, a lot of men. Some with women, but many in groups or on their own. And there were many who Pam wouldn’t mind fucking, if this were years ago and she was single and on the prowl.

  “What about him?” Pam pointed discreetly.

  “Okay.”

  “Him?” indicating another.

  “Go on.”

  She looked at him. “This really doesn’t bother you?”

  “It doesn’t.”

  “It should.”

  “I know.”

  “Him?” Pam said.

  “Pick one and hit on him.”

  “Not him,” Pam bluntly stated. “I don’t know, he’s too…. something.”

  Steve was confused but didn’t want to push. “When you’re ready.”

  “I know.” She paused and took a deep breath, “Probably not tonight.”

  He just grinned at her and squeezed her hand.

  She leaned over. “Another man’s penis in my mouth,” Pam teased. “It’s quite the salty thing.”

  “It is.”

  “You know he’s going to be hot, right?”

  “Yeah. I mean, I suppose…” Steve was getting hard while processing what they were doing. Here they were, in a club, and looking at men like they were meant to be had.

  “I’m just saying, if I’m just blowing someone, not getting anything myself, it’s going to be someone hot. Someone so hot I’d just blow him anyway, just to have his cock in my mouth.”

  Steve looked at her.

  “I’m just checking that you’ve thought of that. That it’s okay.”

  “It’s okay.”

  “Bigger cock. Hotter than you. If we’re bringing him into our bed and between my legs he’s going to be a ten.”

  “I’m a ten.” After a moment he grinned. “Pam, it’s okay. I’ve thought this through and I really want it to happen.”

  “Good.”

  She needed to get some liquid ego. Off Pam went and got another drink and said hi to a guy at the bar. He said hi back. She knew Steve was watching, and she almost stayed and flirted, but then changed her mind, got scared before she could, and just picked up her drink and walked away.

  She was almost sure she was going to, though. Soon, one night it would happen. Tonight wasn’t that night.

  Chapter 7

  hat night, instead of sex, she got Steve to stand up while she knelt on the bedroom floor in front of him to suck him off. She didn’t usually give him head kneeling in front of him, because she found it a bit degrading. She had no idea why she felt that way about giving a blowjob. Maybe it was from watching cheesy porn when she was younger, or maybe it was due to the fact that some guys would grab her head and try force feeding their cocks down her throat. However, this time it was different. When he was done she spat his come back into her cupped hands and, still kneeling, looked up at him.

  “What’s up?” he said.

  “Just imagine me like this, kneeling in front of someone who isn’t you.”

  “I know, just thinking about it makes me rock hard.”

  “Another man seeing me naked.” There was no way Pam could deny how excited Steve was by this. She still didn’t understand his need to share her, not that she was against it by now. She had many orgasms in her fantasies with Mike. If only he was in her bed to share them.

  “Doing this,” she said, and licked the runny precum off her hand. Pam made sure to watch Steve while she swallowed his hard shaft. This wasn’t making love, this was a performance. She was sloppy and making all those dirty sloppy noises. Pam made sure that he could hear her slurping and what not. The nastier she became, the more aroused she got!

  “Grab my tits.”

  He did, gently.

  “Squeeze them. Like you own them.”

  He did.

  “You’re ready to watch some guy grabbing my tits, maybe being too rough with them? Someone using their hands to push my head down on his cock?” She could feel his cock becoming harder if that was even possible. She forced her head up before asking the same old question, “You’re okay with that?”

  “I am,” he said as he released.

  She looked up at him taking all of his release. While looking at his face and closed eyes, she knew his mind was made up. She just wondered who he was thinking about. How could he seem so confident? She still didn’t understand. She really didn’t get this, but she wouldn’t have to understand. She just hoped to work up the guts to suggest Mike or somehow seduce him. If there was anyone to join them in bed, she wanted it to be him. But then again, she had been the one to say it shouldn’t be a friend.

  Steve kissed her.

  “This is on you if it all goes to shit, though,” Pam stated while swiping the back of her hand across her lips to torment Steve. She wanted Steve to totally visualize what she just had completed. “I mean it.”

  He was grinning.

  “I fucking mean it.”

  “I know.”

  “Good, now finish me off.” All this dirty talk and play had really aroused Pam and it was her turn.

  He pulled her up onto the bed and ate her out. She made herself not come for as long as she possibly could, just to enjoy the moment.

  Not that it mattered, as it turned out. He kept going after she had come, and made her come again, and was acting like he’d planned to give her two all along. Turned on by his fantasy, she thought.

  Chapter 8

  am decided that Saturday was the best night to do it. She spent the rest of the week nervous, and all day Friday and Saturday so horny she couldn’t think straight. When she was alone and had a minute, she gave her rabbit a quick work out in hopes of feeding her hunger. Once finished, she wondered what the fuck was wrong with her. She was only sucking some guy’s cock. It wasn’t like there was anything in it for her.

  It wasn’t giving the blowjob itself, exactly. It was that she could have anyone, and have someone else, and have sex, and Steve didn’t mind. It was a strange and quite powerful thing.

  She almost couldn’t wait until evening. She started getting ready early, taking her time, while Steve lay on the bed and watched her get dressed. The perfect black dress, the perfect stockings.

  She was just ready to put on her heels, then looked at him, trying to decide if he just might be having second thoughts.

  He caught her wrist and said, “I want you to blow me first, before we go.”

  “So what, I get to suck cock all night and I never get any?”

  He grinned until she smiled back.

  “Okay,” she said, and kissed him. She slid down onto the floor.

  “Hold on,” he said, and got up, stepping around her. “Over here.”

  She looked at him, out in the middle of the floor. Degrading again, she thought. But tonight she was going to blow a stranger for him, so why the fuck not? She crawled over and knelt in front of him.