by J. C. Wittol
I headed back to the couch, just in time to catch the final price on the Shelby Mustang. A heavy sigh left my chest; it was a great car, but way outside my price range. Nicole disappeared into the laundry room with the phone held between her cheek and shoulder, still folding the laundry as she walked. I could hear the smile in her voice.
A few minutes later she returned still smiling widely, replaced the phone, and sat down next to me. I gave her a sidelong glance and a suspicious glare. It didn’t work. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek, with a sexy smile, and got up to go change. Obviously, she’d agreed to go.
That left me to finish the laundry.
My mouth dropped open when she came out of bedroom. Holy shit. Small workout shorts that barely covered her ass, and a matching tank top that should be illegal because of the cleavage it showed, were the clothes she’d chosen. She scanned for the girls, and since they were still in their rooms, she came over and kissed me.
“I gotta go, before the girls see me. I have my cell and I’ll be back for dinner, so cook me a steak.”
“That’s what you’re wearing?”
“Yes.” Her smile turned heated. “At least until Collin sees me!”
I’m sure I nodded, but it was hard to focus on anything but the smokin’ hot body in front of me. She saw where I was looking and put her hand on my chin, redirecting my eyes. “Hey. Did you hear me, or do I need to put you back in chastity?”
“Yes. I heard you!” I glared at her. “I’ll make dinner; just let me know when you’ll be home, so the food won’t get over cooked. I’m planning on 6:30, so if you’re not going to make that time, let me know.”
She nodded and I kissed her nose.
“Now get out of here and make sure you change before you come home. Got it, you sexy beast?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too. Have a good time.”
She vanished like the wind. During commercial breaks, I handled the laundry. The girls and I played several games of Jenga after the auction ended. Of course, I sucked at it because I had thick fingers, so I usually lost; but it was fun to play with the girls and listen to them laugh. One of the benefits of this relationship is that I got a lot of extra time with the girls. It was seriously cool, and while I still dealt with the angst of knowing Nicole was with Collin; I enjoyed hanging out with my girls.
Jasmine threw a Jenga piece at me to catch my attention.
“Hey, earth to dad! We’re all done over here; do you want us to put this away?”
“Huh. Oh, yes please. Thank you, Jas.”
It was my nickname for Jasmine, and she actually liked it; well, tolerated it at any rate.
“Where’s mom?”
“Collin called and asked if she would go see some houses with him. Since he doesn’t know the area very well, he wanted some company and advice from mom.”
“Cool. But why doesn’t he ask you to go with him?” Her voice was light, but I sensed something underneath it.
“That’s a good question, kiddo.” I smiled at her. “Are you familiar with the phrase ‘a woman’s touch’?
She nodded with a quirky smile coming over her face.
“Collin wanted a woman’s opinion on the homes he was visiting. I don’t blame him either; it’s nice to have a woman’s input.”
She nodded and I thought I’d follow up.
“Jas, does it bother you if mom spends time with Collin?”
“No. He’s cool and he’s funny.” She smiled at me. “Maybe we should invite him over for dinner tonight?”
That statement made my eyebrows rise. “Really?”
“You said he was new to the city and he probably doesn’t have anyone to hang out with.”
“Good point,” I replied. “Tell ya’ what, I’ll text mom and see if Collin can join us for dinner.” I paused. “That’s nice of you to think of him.”
Complimenting my oldest always resulted in an eye-roll and a little blush. She was clearly too cool for compliments, but liked them anyway. I was starting to learn the language of the teenager. Jasmine cleaned up the Jenga game, while I put another load in the laundry. When I finished, I grabbed my cell phone with a smile and texted Nicole.
Hey gorgeous, you’ll never guess what Jasmine suggested.
What?
Jasmine said we should invite Collin over for dinner. Whaddya think?
I think it’s a great idea. Let me ask Collin.
Cool.
Collin said sure…we’ll be home by 5 pm. Love you.
Love you too…I’ll get another steak for Collin.
k.
Chapter Seven
Collin and Nicole arrived just as I was putting the steaks on the grill. The sound of sizzling meat filled the air and the smell was sublime. I heard the girls greet them at the door, and then walked over. Nicole got hugs and Collin received high-fives. Much to her delight, Collin tossed April up in the air and she squealed with pleasure just before he caught her on the way back down.
He was definitely a hit with the girls. All my girls. It was nice to see, because Nicole and I didn’t entertain a whole lot. Still, I was a little jealous of the attention, but I knew it would take a whole lot more than a dinner and a few jokes to replace me.
“Is dinner ready yet cookie?” Collin’s voice boomed in the house.
I laughed. “Not yet, so keep entertaining the girls while I cook!”
“No problem.”
Nicole started telling the girls about their day and the houses they visited. Collin sat next to her on the loveseat; his arm extended on the back, just above her shoulders. It was natural, casual, and beyond exciting for me. I wasn’t sure if he was doing it on purpose, but it looked like he had his arm around my wife, even if it wasn’t resting on her body.
The girls were laughing with their mom, when I finally saw what she was wearing. Her outfit must have come from his closet because it was sexy, but still acceptable for public viewing. The dress was a light cream color, strapless and the top fit like a tube top. The bottom of the dress was looser, but still managed to hug her curves. The dress came down to her mid-thigh and the color contrasted nicely with her tanned legs. Her high heels were sling-back heels and they looked very expensive. I also noticed, with a big smile, that she was wearing her wedding rings.
I left to check on the steaks, and the swimming pool. I wanted to skim the pool, in case everyone wanted to go swimming. The pool water was the perfect temperature, and after a few minutes of skimming, Collin joined me.
“Here dude, you look like you could use one of these.”
“Absolutely. Thanks, man.” I grabbed the beer and stepped over to check the steaks.
“Nice back yard. How big is this lot?”
“Thanks. It’s about three-quarters of an acre. It’s our sanctuary, and with all the trees and landscaping we have a lot of privacy back here.”
“Yeah, I see that. It’s nice.” He grabbed a seat and looked over at me. “Hey, can I talk to you about something?”
“Sure. What’s up?”
“I need a date this week.” He took a sip of his beer. “I have several parties, business events really, and I’d like to take Nicole with me.”
“What kind of parties?”
“They’re private parties at some of the local clubs. Several professional athletes and some celebrities are likely to attend. It’s a great place to meet future clients.”
“Sounds like a lot of fun actually.” I smiled at him. “You have a tough job.”
Sarcasm, tinged with envy, dripped from each word.
“It’s a lot harder than you may think,” he replied seriously. “Imagine talking to someone with barely a high school diploma about his money, with half-naked groupies hanging off his arms. The women that attend these parties are absolutely mercenary, and they try everything to get the guys attention.” He shook his head. “I’ve had to break up a few fights between the women themselves, and let me tell you, it’s ugly.”
“How
many nights?”
“I’m not sure yet. The parties are still being setup and the guest list is a little fluid. I know the party planner personally, so I should know shortly. I just want to make sure you’re okay with Nicole being out alone with me this week.”
“Yeah. It’s okay.”
I started having second thoughts the second the words left my mouth. I knew Nicole would love to go, because she enjoyed dancing so much. I started wondering what I would tell the girls.
“Thanks. I appreciate it.” He paused and looked over at me. “I wanted to talk about something else, but I don’t want to upset you or create any kind of tension between us.”
“Uh Oh, I’m not going to like this am I?”
“I honestly don’t know.” He shrugged. “Maybe we should talk about it later.”
“No. Go ahead. We have to be able to talk.”
“I agree.” He nodded. “Okay here goes. I want to have more control over what Nicole and I do together. Our situation is unique, and we may not always be in a position to check with you first when we want to do something.”
I nodded and considered his statement for a second. “I won’t ever be comfortable just going along with whatever you and Nicole decide. That’s just not who I am.”
“I thought that would be your answer.” He stood, stepped over, and stared down at me. His eyes held mine, and I saw only calm resolve reflected at me. “I won’t ever hurt your wife, or abuse your trust, but she’s my girlfriend now and I want her to be confident in that role. I don’t want her constantly worrying about whether something we do together will upset you.” He paused. “And that’s how she feels right now.”
“I’ll think about it,” I replied with a nod. “That’s all I can commit to at this point.”
“Nick.” His voice dropped an octave as he tried again. “You need to relax. Trust me, she loves being my girlfriend. You need to understand the role of cuckold husband, buddy. You’ll enjoy it, I promise. A good cuckold husband goes along with whatever his wife and her lover want, because that’s where his pleasure comes from.”
I checked the meat, stalling to think, and then closed the lid. “I’ll think about it.”
“I was hoping for more.” He smiled down at me. “Y’know, the chastity device is supposed to help cuck husbands with their emotions. Maybe you should start wearing it more often. Nicole said you took to it like a duck to water.”
I shrugged, unsure what to say next. He stepped a little closer and put his hand on my shoulder. When he spoke again, his voice was deep, soft and persuasive.
“Why don’t you put the chastity device on tonight, and let me hold the keys. Believe me; everything will be okay in a week or two.”
I slid the tongs down on the patio table and took a deep breath. My heart pounded in my chest, and blood started rushing to my face. I counted to ten and then stepped back away from him. Anger surged through me, but so did excitement, and the combination made it hard to focus. Blood rushed to my cock, and I was embarrassed to realize I was getting hard.
I shook my head. Collin may smile and play nice but I knew, deep down inside me I knew; if he ever got me in the Chastity device with him holding the keys, our relationship would change forever.
“Collin. I will think about it.”
“You do that,” he said with a confident smile. “You think about it hard.”
He clapped me on the back, and then walked back into the house. I could hear laughter coming from inside, and a new level of anxiety welled up inside me.
Was this where I started to lose my family?
Was this where I started to lose myself?
Why does this excite me so much?
Suddenly my beer tasted bitter and nasty.
You knew this would happen, and he did come to ask your permission. Deep breath and focus.
The steaks were ready, so I finished my bitter, nasty beer and carried them inside. The girls had set the table. The salad and baked potatoes already rested on plates. Nicole had changed into shorts and a dark tank top. I could tell she was braless, but the dark color hid anything inappropriate. I didn’t think the girls even noticed, but Collin did, and he smiled knowingly at her.
She was clearly dressing for him.
Dinner started, and the girls treated him like a king. Nicole prepared his baked potato just the way he asked, Jasmine put his salad together, and little April got him another beer. Jealously ripped through me, and I struggled to keep a calm expression. I was supposed to be king of this freakin’ castle. I never received this level of pampering, not even on my birthday or father’s day. Nicole and I were going to have a serious talk. She set his plate down in front of him and rubbed his shoulder briefly.
“Here you go,” she said.
“Thank you.”
She met his eyes. “You’re Welcome.”
Silverware met plates and everyone started eating. I was the last to the table, because I had to serve myself. I received many compliments on the food, and Nicole gave me a smile and a wink. Collin told us more about New York, including name-dropping a few famous people that were his previous clients. It was hard not to be impressed.
Ice cream and cookies for dessert, and my daughters served me this time…after they served Collin.
When we finished dinner and dessert and Collin finished his last story, Nicole pushed Collin and me out to the living room. We headed for my liquor cabinet, and I poured him a glass of whiskey. It wasn’t twenty-five year old Macallan, but I’m no slouch, I poured him a twenty-two year old Bruichladdich. We clinked glasses, and sauntered into the living room. Nicole joined us and sat next to Collin. She leaned up against him with a sly smile, sipping her glass of wine and running her hand up his thigh. Inwardly, I was scared, because I wasn’t sure how the girls would react.
Jasmine noticed first. “Giving Dad the cold shoulder mom?”
“No,” she replied immediately. “Honestly, Collin looked like a better pillow!”
Jasmine and Nicole shared a laugh, before my daughter continued with a dig at me. “Better watch out Dad, you have some competition.”
“I know, right. I better raise the level of my game.”
She winked at me, exactly like her mother, before coming over and giving me a hug. “Don’t worry, dad. I’ll always think you’re the best pillow.”
“Thanks, kiddo,” I said and hugged her back. “It’s okay though, I don’t mind if your mom sits with Collin. He’s a good guy, isn’t he?”
Jasmine glanced over at Nicole and Collin; they stared back at us with a careful, measuring look. “He’s pretty cool. You can come over anytime, Collin.”
“Thanks, Jasmine.” He smiled back at her. “I’d like that a lot.”
Jasmine disappeared back into the kitchen, while I found a movie on Netflix. A few minutes later, I heard her voice again.
“April and I are going upstairs to watch a movie in the game room.”
“That’s fine,” Nicole replied.
The girls trudged upstairs. Our eyes casually followed them, while trying to appear as if we were all watching the movie. The girls disappeared and Nicole, Collin and I shared a look.
“Well, that went better than I expected,” Nicole said quietly.
“Yes, it did.”
“You two have great kids,” Collin added.
“Thank you,” I replied.
Nicole checked the stairs one more time, before giving Collin a slow, tender kiss. Her body melted against his, and her hands roamed over his chest. I divided my attention between the stairs, in case the girls came back down and watching his hands roam over Nicole. One of his hands disappeared under her tank top and covered her breast under the thin fabric. A soft moan escaped her, and I could tell he was massaging her sensitive nipple.
Excitement, worry and anger warred inside me.
In our home! Our daughters upstairs!
Her eyes rolled up and she gasped under his erotic onslaught. His carnal activities almost robbed her balance
, and her hands snapped down to the armrest. She steadied herself, and let out a low whimper. Their lips met again, and she melted further into his arms.
Scared the kids might surprise us, I checked the staircase again. As I turned back, she pulled away abruptly and walked unsteadily into the kitchen. I noticed she was out of breath, lust and need filled her flushed face.
I turned back to the movie and tried to control my emotions. Yes, I was happy dinner went so well. The girls liked Collin, and they seemed comfortable with him as a friend of the family. What was more surprising though was they seemed comfortable with their mom spending time alone and being casually intimate with him. I thought Nicole sitting next to him on the couch would have prompted more questions, but it seemed to go over just fine.
She sat next to me when she returned.
“I don’t trust you, mister,” she whispered. “You can’t keep your hands to yourself.”
“It’s yourself you don’t trust, not me. I don’t think you want me to keep my hands, or anything else for that matter, to myself.”
She gave him a shushing motion and he turned back to the movie. She leaned against me and kissed my cheek. “Dinner went well tonight, don’t you think?”
I glanced at her, before focusing on the movie again. “If you’re asking me if the girls liked Collin; yes they clearly do like him.”
She pulled back and sat up, surprise in her eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, but you don’t have to be so coy about it.”
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to be coy.” She paused. “I just wanted to see if you thought the girls were comfortable with Collin.”
“Yes, they’re obviously comfortable with him. Let’s talk about this later, okay?”
I needed time, but Nicole apparently wanted to dissect everything immediately. Between Collin being so popular with the women in my life, and Nicole almost fucking him on the couch, I felt like I’d gotten the short end of the stick tonight. Frustrated, angry and jealous, I fumed on the couch.
