by F H John
I tried to put myself in her shoes, but I found it difficult. She didn’t have a night where all of her friends from work came over. She sells preliminary medical supplies to doctors and she has many exceptionally hot coworkers. I guessed I wouldn’t mind being around them for a while, every week, but I honestly couldn’t say that I would want to hang out with them all night, every week. Not unless they were wearing some pretty damned skimpy clothing.
“What turns you on? It’s not like they’re dancing around in their boxers.”
“That’s more of a guy thing than it is a girl thing. We like strip clubs too I guess, but it’s the moxie that really gets a girl’s juices flowing.”
“Great,” I said. “Because you know how much of that I have.”
She sat up and laid across me, grabbing my chin and pointing it down at her. “Don’t do that. Don’t make this about what you don’t have. Nobody could ever replace you. I’m just being honest with you, like I would want you to be with me. Tell me honestly that if Shawna Styles came onto you, that you wouldn’t be tempted. Tell me that if she stripped naked in front of you that you wouldn’t want to bang her brains out. Tell me that you aren’t watching old Charmed episodes because you think Alyssa there is hot!”
Guilty as charged, I thought.
I bent and kissed her. “Sorry,” I said.
“Good. I know you like hot women. All guys do, but women are the same way, even though we look for different things. I’m telling you that I do think about hot guys. I think about letting my legs open for them and letting them drill me until they make my eyes bulge out.”
Okay, that was a little descriptive, I thought. To be honest, though, it wasn’t a complete turnoff. I know I’m not a sexy alpha male and I know that Giselle is a ten. I guess we have something in common, because I’ve jerked myself off a few times thinking about watching her with a stud, screaming her lungs out while he drives his … Well you get the picture.
“You’re right, Giz. I’m sorry.”
She slapped my chest playfully. “Stop. You know how much that nickname sounds like the cum word!”
I giggled and gave her a peck on the lips. “You have my permission to fantasize about other men. Is that what you are asking?”
“Not really,” she giggled. “I’d do it anyway, but having your permission is cool too.”
I giggled with her, enjoying the bond that it felt like we were building with each other. The subject matter was a little different then you might expect. How many married couples could tighten their relationship by talking about other people turning them on, but that didn’t matter. At least it didn’t to me. I was getting into the idea of knowing what it was that turned her on and I liked hearing about it, even if it wasn’t all about me.
I was also enjoying having her in my lap like she was. Giselle is affectionate and so am I, but life gets in the way sometimes and we don’t always have time to be this close to each other. My wife is petite. I’ve always liked smaller women that way, but she’s firm and trim in all the right places and full enough, so that she doesn’t look like a child. Her breasts aren’t huge, but they fit her size well. She had just a little more than a hand full, which is perfect. She felt like she belonged in my lap and I stroked her slightly curly, blonde hair as her eyes sparkled in the light from the ceiling fan.
“Who?” I asked her.
“Do I fantasize about?” She thought about it for a second. “It’s not really about who . It’s about what and the how big. No matter who it is their usually packing. At least in my head.” Her smile was bright and it showed in her eyes. “And I like a guy who takes charge. I think about a guy who takes what he wants from me without asking and I like that he doesn’t ask. I make love to you, but with them, I get fucked!”
I nodded. “Me too,” I blurted.
She screwed up her face. “What? You too what?”
I could feel my face heat up. I had no choice but to come clean. “Sometimes I think about you with another guy,” I said, holding my breath. “When I do, it’s dirty sex.” I cringed, hoping she wouldn’t fly off the couch and start packing her bags. Or make me pack mine.
But she did fly off the couch, bringing my worst fear to a reality. She cut our bonding time by coming off my lap. She started to pace, her hand going automatically to her lip. She bit her fingernail as she walked back and forth. She wasn’t packing though, and she wasn’t asking me to.
“Okay,” she said. “Everything is fine.” She stopped and gave me a dirty look. I bit my tongue, not knowing what was going through her head, but her reaction scared me. I thought we were sharing, but apparently, I shared too much.
“I don’t think you should have told me that. Why did you tell me that?”
“I kind of trapped myself. I didn’t want you to think I was gay.”
“Gay would have been better, Ronald. Gay would have been much better!” She pointed her finger at me. “Take it back. Tell me that you would freak out if I slipped up. Tell me that you could never forgive me if I did something stupid. Tell me I would lose you. You’d dump me and never talk to me again. Tell me my life would be ruined!”
I sat there contemplating what she needed from me. She looked terrified and I all I could think about was holding her again and making her feel okay. Her eyebrows wrinkled up on her head and her feet were working a mile a minute as she walked back and forth.
“I don’t think that I really want to see that, Giselle. I don’t think that I really want you to do that. It’s just a fantasy. I think reality would be different.”
“You think? Or you know it would, dammit.”
“Giselle, sweetie, calm down.”
“I can’t, Ronald. Thinking that I would lose you terrifies me. I need you. I love you. I don’t ever want to lose you. All these years that’s been my safety blanket. That’s what keeps me from DOING SOMETHING STUPID!”
Her saying that, gave me the courage to speak up. “It wouldn’t be the same in reality, Giselle. I won’t lie to you and tell you that I’ve never thought of it, but I do not want you to do it. If you did, it probably would fuck up our life. I doubt I would leave you, but it would fuck everything up.”
I think.
She looked me dead in the eye. She put her hands on her hips, reminding me of the days when my mother scolded me for tramping in mud. “Remember, Ronald. I’m a slut. I know you don’t see me that way and I love your for that, but that’s what I am. I keep that part of me locked up as tight as I can, but the lock is fragile. It’s easily picked.”
My mother never said those words to me, however.
“Calm down and come here.” She did. She returned to my arms and I coddled her.
“I promise you that everything will be okay. We’re just talking.”
“What if I screw up, now? What if I slip and do something stupid.”
“You won’t.”
“What if I do, Ronald? I’m not perfect. Tell me what you’ll do?”
“Do you want me to be honest?”
She nodded.
I shrugged. “It wouldn’t be a big deal. You weren’t a virgin when we met and you’ll never be one again.”
She kissed me. It was more passionate than a peck on the lips.
“Thank you,” she said. “I really am lucky.”
“You’re welcome.”
“But you shouldn’t have told me that,” she said. She followed it with a giggle.
I had no idea what that meant. It scared me a little.
2
We sat there in silence for a while. She kept looking at the clock. So did I. I think we both wanted my friends to get there as quick as possible. The elephant in the room was feeding and neither of us wanted to talk about it anymore. We both ignored it.
“We could do a little bit of a compromise,” she said.
“Like?”
“I could just throw on a pair of tighter jeans. Maybe a little bit of a better shirt. Give the guys at least a little bit to look at. That wouldn’t hu
rt anything.”
“No. It really wouldn’t hurt. I think that would be okay,” I lied. I hadn’t been completely honest with her. If she did that, things would change.
No sooner had the words left my mouth, she was getting up from the couch. She pretty much ran to the bedroom giggling. I thought about following her to see what she would pick out. I probably should have, but then again, I think what I would have chosen would have been worse than what she picked out. Not that it matters. The doorbell rang. It was Jayden.
He greeted me with a smile and a case. The party was on.
“Where’s that gorgeous wife of yours?” That was always the first question the guys asked unless she was in the room. It didn’t bother me. I felt complimented. She was my better half, after all.
“She went to change her clothes,” I said.
“Oh,” he said, looking deflated. All my friends knew that Giselle dressed down for them. They knew it because I told them why she never dressed as sexy when they were around as she did in the stories I told them about her.
His disappointment wouldn’t last, though. She would be back in a minute.
Before she came back out, Hill and Barker arrived carrying chips and a bean-dip. I felt like a weed in the middle of a forest as they started showing up. They all towered above me, with their sculpted chests and Ironman arms. I don’t know what they saw in me as a friend, but I liked them because being around them made me feel like one of the guys.
Her jeans were more than a compromise. They were pretty much an invitation. It wasn’t the first time I saw her wear them. I was the one who bought them for her. They were called No-Rise jeans and there title was fitting. My dick twitched when she entered the room wearing them and I don’t think mine was the only one. Their called No-rise, because they are cut so low that they can hardly be classified as jeans. I’m not sure they are even legal to wear in public, but I’m not sure about that.
Her hips were fully bared and the front of the jeans dipped so low they barely covered her snatch. I think they were meant to be worn with panties, but Giselle wasn’t wearing any. If they were cut a fraction of an inch lower, her monkey would be exposed. That’s how low they sit. In the back, they are just as revealing. Half of my wife’s ass was breathing air. She was wearing a tight, white half-t without a bra. Her nipples begged to be stared at.
Hugs were the normal greeting and I have to admit that beads of sweat broke out on my forehead as she approached Jayden with her arms open in invitation.
“Hey guys! About time you showed up!” she said. Jayden’s smile lit the room as his bulky arms consumed her. I watched as he took liberty with her. His hands rested low on her waist. He kept them there for a moment and then slid them down further, cupping her ass openly, smiling.
The hug lasted longer than normal. I’m just saying. Giselle stared up at him and let him have his ass grab moment.
Giselle shared her hugs with everyone and I could feel the tension surrounding me. Everyone else remained a gentleman until it was Barker’s turn. He couldn’t help himself. His hands started on her hips but ten seconds in, his hands drifted down. He cupped her ass firmly with both hands and kissed her on the lips. There was no tongue, but only because he tore himself away before it could get to that.
“Hey now, watch it hunk. You didn’t pay for that,” she said with a wink.
“I would, though. God damn I would,” he returned.
“You look … delicious,” Hill commented. Your husband’s a lucky, lucky man.
“Thank you,” she flirted.
I have to admit. Now that it was in my face, I was a little more nervous about the whole thing than I anticipated. It’s true that I fantasized about other men with my wife, but it was also true that it was different in reality. I was still turned on by it, but damn was it out of my comfort zone.
“You boys sit. I’ll be getting all the snacks and refreshments tonight.”
“Awe, you don’t have to do that,” Jayden said.
“I am insisting, now sit!”
Giselle disappeared into the kitchen and we all sat.
“Chakote’s running late,” Hill said. “He won’t be here for a half hour.”
“His loss,” I said.
“I know, right.” Jayden said leaning back. “Half hour less that he gets to see that.” He tossed his head in the direction of the kitchen. “Fuck me, dude,” he whispered. He shook his hand in front of himself. “She’s looking fuck an aye amazing!”
I smiled and leaned back in my seat. “Yeah, but don’t forget who she’s married to, wouldja?”
“Everyone shot glances to Barker.”
“Told you, dude. All bets are off if she dresses like that!”
“I can hear you guys,” Giselle called out, making everyone laugh.
A moment later, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I took it out. It was Giselle.
OMG! Did you see that! He grabbed my ass right in front of you and kissed me!
I smiled and texted back. I saw, I saw!
“ Damn, dude,” Barker said. “You’re wife has owl ears and shit.”
I laughed. “You’re telling me. You can’t get nothing by her.”
“Honey,” she hollered out. “Can you come help me with this first load?”
In my head, I imagined something dirtier. It turned out that she was referring to the beers. I walked into the kitchen and she had them lined up on the counter. I don’t think she really needed my help. When I got into the kitchen, she shoved me against the refrigerator. She ground herself against me and whispered into my ear.
“Bear in mind, I’m not asking you for permission. I don’t want you to tell me I can. I have to tell you this, though. My pussy is wetter than fuck right now. I loved feeling his hands on my ass and when he pulled me into him, his cock felt fucking amazing. I want him to fuck me, Ronald. I want that dick inside of me.” She pulled back and bit my neck. “I’m so fucking horny right now. Dammit!” Her whispers became louder at the end.
“I really should change my clothes, Ronald. If you tell me to, I will.”
“I’m not going to stop you and I’m not going to tell you what to do. My dick is as hard as theirs are.”
“You really want me to fuck them, don’t you?”
I nodded.
“Pervert. You’re a fucking pervert,” she said, grinding her hips into me even harder. She and I stood the same height, so we lined up nicely.
She seemed to sober up a bit. She backed off. “This is nuts. I’m sorry. I got a little carried away.”
“But you’re okay now. Right?” I asked, going along with her mood.
She nodded and tried to calm her breathing down. “I guess I had a bit of a relapse.” She took another deep breath, gathering herself. She grabbed three of the beers. “I just have to keep their hands off my ass,” she whispered. “Then, I’ll be fine.”
“Oh,” I joked. “I was thinking that you should let the others get their share, so it’s fair.”
She looked at me. “That’s not funny. I’m having a hard time as it is.”
“I know. Sorry. I couldn’t resist.”
I grabbed the rest of the beers and we both handed them out. I sat on the end of the couch and sat mine next to me.
“I’m sorry for mauling you earlier, Giselle. I got a little carried away,” Barker said. I couldn’t help but notice his bald head glistening in the overhead light. He didn’t have tattoos; none of the guys did, because it was against company policy to have any showing. They were all sales reps and Tattoos were a no-no, but Barker was the type of guy that should wear them. They almost seemed like they were missing from him. He had a few in places that didn’t show easily. His upper arms, chest and back, but he was so used to wearing shirts that hid them, that he often did, even when he wasn’t working.
“Don’t sweat it, Barker. We’re all friends here and I took it as a compliment.”
“Good,” he said.
“But I do think,” she began. She looked at m
e but kept going. “That the other guys were cheated.”
Shit, I thought. I was just joking, dammit!
She didn’t hear my thoughts, even though I was pretty much screaming them in my head. I wanted to watch her hug them. I really did, but in the deepest regions of my mind, I knew it wouldn’t stop there. How do you un-let your friends fuck your wife after it’s over. The same way you un-avalanche the snow once it begins falling, or un-break a vase after it’s smashed on the floor. You don’t. Once the vase is broken, it’s broken.
She turned toward Hill, and gave him the come here finger. He looked at me and I shrugged, so he got up from his chair and stepped up to her, she held out her hands and he took her in.
“Get your hands full and enjoy it while you can, hunk,” she said.
He slid his hands down her back and cupped her fully, keeping his eyes on me as he enjoyed the way she felt. I heard her suck air into her lungs and I noticed her trying desperately to lean into him. He was more than six feet, to her five, so he had to bend over a considerable amount to get his hands low enough, which forced his hips away from her. I knew what she wanted. She wanted to feel his bulge. She wanted to gauge his size. When he leaned in to kiss her, she didn’t stop him. Instead, she opened her mouth and kissed him the way she wanted to. Things were heating up fast. It made me sweat.
He stood back up straight after thirty seconds or so and I think she got what she wanted. She smiled up at him and he thanked her.
“No. Thank you,” she said. She’s such flirt.
Jayden was next and he stood up without an invitation. He bent down cupped her ass and lifted her up. She kicked her legs around his waist, which I was sure gave her a feel of his cock pressed against her where she wanted it. I think she even ground into him and I’m almost positive she almost lost control, making out with him even more feverishly than she did with Hill. I half-expected clothes to start peeling. I don’t know what I would have said if she took it that far. I know there was nothing I could have done. These guys could squash me like a spider.
