Sydney's Sin (A Xmas Wife Watching Fantasy)

by Kirsten McCurran

  Sydney’s Sin

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  SYDNEY’S SIN

  © 2012 Aphrodite Omnimedia. All Rights Reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced for distribution by any means physical, mechanical or electronic without the explicit written permission of the copyright holder.

  This is a work of fiction. All characters and locations are fictitious or used fictitiously.

  Cover Design: Kenny Wright

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  First digital edition electronically published by Aphrodite Omnimedia, December 2012

  I just stared at Sydney. I couldn’t believe what was coming out of her mouth. Even more so, I couldn’t believe my reaction to it. I was so turned on. For the first time in six years of marriage, I didn’t know what to say to her.

  “Kevin, say something. Please,” she said, tugging on my arms.

  Sydney and I were alone in one of the many rooms of the big, old Victorian house that belonged to her former boss. Although this part of the house had been set aside as an in-law suite on the first floor, I could hear the sounds of the party. It was hard to comprehend that the world kept turning for everyone else while mine had just been turned inside out.

  “Syd, I…”

  Tears welled in her eyes. I had to stop that, because I wasn’t really angry. I mean, I was feeling some anger. The fact that Nick thought he could make a pass at my wife pissed me off, just as it would any other man. But, anger was not my overriding emotion. I saw the worry on her face and knew I had to say something.

  “Tell me what happened again. Tell me everything.” Not only was I buying time, but I really wanted to hear it all. Every little detail. Don’t judge me.

  “I don’t think the details are important, honey. I think we should just go home.”

  “Just humor me, please.”

  I could tell Sydney wasn’t thrilled to go through it all again, but she was hardly in a position to turn me down. I eased us over to the high, four-poster bed and we sat on the edge, making her spiked black heels dangle toward the floor. Sydney is only about five-foot-five. Nick’s got to be at least six feet. He must have towered over her. She was so distracted she did not fix the split in her crimson wrap dress, exposing the lacy tops of her nude stockings—and the red garter belt straps holding them in place. I suspected from the dress—it was one of my favorites because of the way it conformed to her slender frame—that she had worn it with plans for us later. The garter belt confirmed it, and made me wonder what else was under that dress. Only a simple knot held the garter in place. Unbidden, an image of Nick untying that knot flashed through my mind.

  “I was upstairs,” Sydney started. I tried to block everything else out and focus on her words. I wanted to put myself there. “The line for the bathrooms down here was too long, so I thought I would try my luck up there. I was just hoping I wouldn’t run into anyone having a drunken hook-up.” She smiled at the irony.

  “I was coming around the corner to come back down and find you when I ran right smack into Nick. Literally. I think I might have fallen over if he hadn’t put his arms around me. You know I haven’t drunk much in the past year because of breast feeding, so I think the wine’s been hitting me pretty hard. I was grateful he didn’t let me tumble over, but then he didn’t just let me go either. Are you sure you really want to hear all this, hon?”

  I nodded. “Yes, I’m sure.” A strange look came into her eyes, like she realized what I was really asking for. Before, she couldn’t even look at me while talking—the pattern on the wallpaper was fascinating—but now her hazel eyes were fixed on my face, studying me.

  She continued. “Nick said, ‘I was just looking for you.’ I asked him why, and he said he was hoping to catch me under the mistletoe. You know the flirty kind of relationship we always had at work, so I didn’t really think anything of it. I told him that it might be nice, but he really shouldn’t try to corner married women under the mistletoe. It might not go over well with their husbands.

  “That’s when he asked me, ‘Who could object to one little kiss?’ I answered—I swear Kevin, it was the wine talking—I said that I guess a nice, friendly kiss is harmless. We were completely alone in this big, house. I don’t know what I was thinking. I offered him my cheek, and he kissed it, very softly and sweetly. But then… then he took me by the chin…and he really kissed me.”

  Sydney stopped and watched me. Could she see what I was really thinking? My cheeks were burning and I felt like it was written all over my face. It certainly showed if she looked down at my pants. They weren’t tight, but my hard-on was tenting them out. My hand was trembling when she covered it with hers.

  “I didn’t do anything at first,” she continued. “I think I was too shocked to move. No one besides you has kissed me since I was in college. It was weird to have an unfamiliar set of lips on mine. You’re always clean-shaven, but Nick has that stubble. It was rough on my skin. He was soft at first, but when he realized I wasn't resisting he held me tighter and slipped me his tongue. I started tingling—everywhere. Kev, I'm sorry."

  My entire body was still, except the throbbing in my cock. I was enthralled. I gripped her hand tightly, and whispered, "Tell me all of it, Syd."

  "God, I lost myself in that kiss.” She said. “I held him, and his fingers teased through my hair. He massaged my neck and I felt weak, like he was the only thing holding me up. He was touching my butt—he's always told me how much he loves it—and I couldn't help it, I wanted him to touch me more. But then he moved his hand to my breast. When he squeezed, it was like it snapped me back to reality. I pushed him away and I told him I had to go. It's so embarrassing, but I think I may have actually run away from him.

  "I went to the bathroom to try to pull myself together. I felt like I looked like a slut. Everyone who saw me was going to know. I fixed my make-up, and came to find you. Can we please go home?”

  I didn't answer. I couldn't. My mind whirled all over the place. I stared at Sydney and was relieved that she wasn't on the verge of crying anymore. She still looked upset, but she looked suspicious, too. She had to be wondering why I wasn't throwing a fit. The same question nagged me. I mean, I was upset. No man is going to be happy to hear his wife was just kissing another guy—and that she liked it. It did not matter if she initiated the kiss or not. But I was as turned on as I was upset. That mental image of Nick grabbing my wife and kissing her was a shot of adrenaline. Was this what it was like to do coke for the first time? It felt like I had never been so hard in my life.

  "Say something, Kevin."

  I couldn't speak. I didn't know how to tell her what I was feeling.

  Sydney's eyes narrowed. "You like this, don't you?"

  "I don't know if like is the right word."

  "Talk to me damn it. I am so confused." />
  "Okay," I finally said. "It turns me on. You told me about Nick kissing you, and it turned me on. I know it's crazy."

  "It is crazy! Why does that turn you on? Why doesn't it make you mad?"

  "It makes me mad. It does. It's pretty ballsy to kiss another man's wife like that. But thinking about you kissing him turns me on, too. Somehow, the thought of being able to watch you with another man gets me off."

  Sydney sat there dumbfounded. She had to be reeling as much as I was. She bit her bottom lip, something she always does when she's nervous and searching for something to say. She stared down into her lap, and murmured, "Have you always felt this way?"

  "A little bit, I guess. I mean, it's not something I ever thought about doing. It's just like one of those fantasy things,” I answered. “Sometimes I go online and read stories about guys who share their wives, and it's hot."

  "And you want to share me?" Her voice was unsteady.

  "I never really thought about it. It was always just abstract, but when you told me about kissing Nick—"

  "He kissed me."

  "Nick kissing you, I just had this reaction."

  Sydney seemed to soften. I would have killed to look inside her head. She moved her hand out from under from mine and placed her fingers on my crotch. I shuddered when she grasped my hard-on. She worked my shaft through my pants and I held onto the bed post to stay steady.

  "Why does it turn you on?"

  "I don't know..."

  "Do you wish I hadn't stopped him?"

  The truth just tumbled from my lips: "Yes."

  "You're insane," she said, but she did not stop touching me. Did this turn her on, too?

  "I...I know."

  I took a deep breath and put my hand over hers again, holding it over my cock. I had to compose myself. "What are you thinking, Syd?"

  "I don't know what to think. This is—I don't know. I can't believe we're discussing doing this here."

  "But we are. Do you think I'm a freak?"

  "No, I love you. I just don't understand."

  "Does it turn you on too?" I had to know.

  "What?"

  "Thinking of being with another man?"

  "Kevin, I don't know."

  A dangerous idea from uncharted territory was pushing itself forward from the back of my mind. She jumped when I touched her leg, and tensed when my hand moved higher, but I did not relent. I pushed my hand between her thighs, forcing them to part. I could feel her heat before I even touched her pussy. She gasped when I made contact.

  "It does turn you on," I accused. Her fine lace thong was damp.

  "I...of course it does. I like being kissed by a handsome man." She closed her eyes.

  "I know you think Nick is hot." I pressed harder. Whimpers turned to moans. She'd never admitted it, but I knew that her flirty relationship with her co-worker turned her on. She liked that another man, one so hot, found her sexy. I'd always felt there was a little more to it than just flirting—obviously there was on Nick's end—but I had always been afraid to say anything until now.

  "I do..."

  "You didn't want to make him stop..."

  "No..."

  My stomach flipped. This was so hot, but hearing my wife tell me she wanted another man was still a shock to my system. Was it possible to want something so badly and be afraid of it at the same time? Sydney demanded my attention by tightening her grip on my cock.

  "Let's get out of here. I want to be alone with you," she said.

  The dark idea I had been resisting finally burst forth, forcing all other thoughts out of its way. It would not be denied.

  "No. I want to stay."

  "Why, honey? I want you to take me home and fuck me. Hell, fuck me right here," She said.

  It took every ounce of willpower to not rip that dress off her right there. I did want to fuck her so badly, but I wanted something else more. How could I tell her?

  "We should stay. Maybe you'll run into Nick again..."

  Sydney's eyes flew open. "Are you saying..."

  "Yes."

  "You want..."

  "Yes," I panted.

  "No, I want to hear you say it," she demanded.

  The words no longer came easily. I knew once it was said—once I put it out there—I couldn't take it back. "If you run into Nick again...if he gets you alone...it would be hot..."

  Sydney didn't look shocked anymore. I couldn't tell just what she thought, but she kept a steady gaze on my eyes and continued a firm grasp on my cock. Still sitting on the bed, I pressed into her pussy harder, and her hips moved as she rubbed back against me.

  "You don't want me to stop him this time?" She finally asked.

  "No, don’t stop him. Just go with it, Syd."

  Her words were barely audible, just a breath: "Do you want me to fuck him?"

  My heart froze. That was the logical conclusion, but I truly hadn't considered that. I was only fixated on Sydney in his arms, kissing him, his hands all over her. I'd never been so aroused. But I couldn't imagine her fucking Nick. I didn't think I could handle that.

  "No, I'm not ready for that."

  The wallpaper was suddenly fascinating again. Sydney could not look at me, and I realized what I had just said. I'm not ready for that. Yes, it implied that was something I could want. I hadn't meant to imply that, but if I said that was it something I wanted? I couldn't face that, not right now. I was only in the moment.

  Sydney took a deep, cleansing breath and finally looked at me again. She simply said, "Okay." She slipped her hand from my prick, and pushed mine from her lap.

  "Okay?" I wanted her to say so much more.

  "Let's go back to the party."

  What was she thinking? It seemed like she'd agreed to let something happen with Nick, but she didn't come right out and say it. I wondered if that would be too difficult—make it too real. She smoothed her dress and looked at herself in a mirror over the antique dresser. She was more than presentable. She was beautiful. I couldn't blame Nick for wanting her. But I hated that he had no respect for me and thought he could just take her. My feelings about him, however, did not stop me from wanting to use him to make this crazy fantasy come true.

  Hand in hand, Sydney and I walked down the hall and returned to the party. We refreshed our drinks—we desperately needed it—and returned to mingling. One of the partners and his wife came over and we forced small talk. Our minds were miles away. The twinkling lights that were strung everywhere and the evergreen bunting, with little red bows, were too festive for my dark mood. Gaiety had no place in my universe tonight. The things on my mind could only take place in quiet, dark rooms, hidden from prying eyes. Only the mistletoe that hung over doorways interested me. They were reminders of Nick kissing my wife.

  Once we freed ourselves from the polite chatter, Sydney and I went our separate ways at the party. Neither of us spoke it, but we both knew why. I retreated to the other end of the room, where a group of guys were discussing their fantasy football prospects, a conversation I would have been fully engaged in any other time. I was able to nod and pretend I cared while keeping my attention on Sydney. She drifted around the room moving from group to group, her eyes searching. She moved on to the adjoining library, and I wanted to follow. Those few minutes while Sydney was out of view killed me. All sorts of wild, impossible thoughts flashed through my head. It wasn't like Nick was just going to grab her and molest her right in the middle of the party.

  When I was finally able to move to the other side of the room, where I could see into the library, I found she was indeed standing with Nick. She'd found him, or it was the other way around? It didn't matter. They stood close together. She laughed and casually touched his arm, the way women do when they're flirting. It was so strange to see my wife doing that with another man. Jealousy stirred in me, but my cock stirred in my pants. Really, it had never gone soft. And it was no contest. I was dying to know what they discussed. It was probably something about work or gossip about coworkers, but in m
y mind they were talking about how hot their kiss was, and they were wondering why they hadn't done it sooner. In my head, it went like this:

  "I knew you always wanted to kiss me, Syd."

  "I didn't kiss you. You kissed me."

  "And you didn't stop me."

  "I did."

  "But not for a while. You wanted it, you just got scared."

  "Maybe. It's just that I have a husband, you know?"

  "I know, but that doesn't mean you should ignore what we're feeling."

  "Oh, it doesn't?"

  "We've both wanted this for years. We've been good, we've denied ourselves, but why do we have to? I know you're married, but that doesn't have to stop us. No one has to know anything ever happened between us. We're both grownups, we know it's just about sex."

  "And how would it work, Nick? How do you propose I cheat on my husband with you?"

  "This is a big house, Syd. We could slip away so easily and no one would notice. Where is Kevin right now?"

  "I don't know."

  "Exactly. It's easy to lose each other in a house this big, with so many people around. We could go off and come back and he wouldn't know anything. We get to do this—we get to have each other—and no one finds out. No one gets hurt."

  "And you think I could do that? You think I could just go off to a bedroom with you, Nick?"

  "I know you want to. I know you want to fuck just as much as I do. I know you can do it. Stop playing around."

  I was so distracted by the imaginary conversation in my head that I nearly missed Sydney leaving the study through the other door. Nick looked impatient as he stood there by himself, sipping a beer. He waited impatiently—she must have told him to give her a head start—then left the empty bottle on a table before leaving in the same direction as my wife. I had to grip the wall to keep from following close behind.

  Follow I did, but only after a couple minutes. It seemed they were both headed in the direction of the wing where I'd found Sydney earlier. I turned a corner and stopped short. They were at the end of the hallway, engaged in an animated conversation. I pulled back, but then peeked around the corner. I couldn't help myself, and just had to hope they were too engaged with each other to notice they were not alone.