My hands were shaking as I opened the patio door and locked it behind me. Teresa still slept and I pulled the covers back and gazed at her for a while. She was so beautiful my heart ached. Guys like me never win the heart of girls like her. She could be married to a movie star or a billionaire.
As I crawled back into bed and pulled the covers up, I had no idea what to do.
Saturday dawned bright. Brian was up early like me and spread his papers out on the dining table to prepare for his presentation Monday. He wore baggy shorts and T-shirt, like me, and I sat his coffee cup in front of him. We went over his presentation and he asked a few math and graphics questions and I teased him about coasting through college. Teresa loves her sleep so Brian and I had a long morning together, reconnecting and talking about old times. When she finally made an appearance she wore an ankle length long sleeve night shirt. I poured her coffee too and she sat with us until our nerd talk bored her. She wandered into the backyard and sipped her coffee while watching the humming birds.
Brian needed to run some errands so he showered and took my car. I joined Teresa on the patio as she thumbed through text messages from the night before.
“Debbie told her husband the truth,” She said. “She told him everything.”
“Oh shit! How’d he react?”
She shook her head slowly. “Turns out he's like you; he got all excited and made Debbie suck his cock. She says it was the hardest orgasm she's ever seen from him. Too bad more husbands aren't like you two.”
“Yeah, there would be naughty wives all over the city.”
“No, there'd be honest wives all over the city. There already are naughty wives, they just keep their mouth shut and their slutty acts secret. Stripper Rick told me stories about the wives in this town. Debbie says she and her husband are keeping the baby and raising it as their own. Debbie told him there was a possibility it was his and that was good enough for him, but she knows it isn't. Like so many women she says she felt the moment Johnny, the stripper, knocked her up.”
I watched her face. “What was your stripper's name again?”
She looked up at me. “Rick. It was his apartment where...you know...”
“I know; where you made your cinematic debut. I still have those videos.”
She smiled. “Since you and Brian are hanging out today, maybe I should go see Stripper Rick again, work off some sexual tension.”
I made a face and she laughed. “I'm kidding, Love. Besides, he'd have to wear a condom and no way he'd go for that after all he and I have done.”
She was so fucking with me. I know she saw the conflict in my expression. I love the idea but agonized over the reality, and there was no way I wanted to go back to condoms again, not even for a little while.
“Maybe you should just go shopping instead,” I quipped. “I hear that's what other wives do.” She laughed.
“Maybe I should.”
Brian finished dressing and printing some maps and was out the door. Teresa ate breakfast and showered and dressed too and then took my advice to go shopping. We were all going out for dinner and a show tonight and she wanted new shoes and a dress. Two hours later I was all alone. I cleaned up, watched some college basketball, surfed the Internet, and worked in the yard. Brian got home first and Teresa not long after. For a brief moment I wondered if they had met up while out and wildly fucked each other but ten minutes of talking with them told me no. Nobody on earth is that good an actor.
Evening rolled around and Teresa was in the shower again getting ready for our night out when her phone chimed. She'd gotten a text message. I was sitting right next to it and saw the screen before it went dark. It was from Sam. He was in Vegas for a week and wondered if Teresa wanted to meet up for drinks and “whatever”.
I was about to shout into the shower that she'd gotten the text when it occurred to me Sam couldn't know we lived in Vegas now. He'd left college while we honeymooned and we'd never heard from him again. We found out about our move to Vegas much later. So how did he know Teresa was here? They must have communicated and Teresa either chose to keep it from me or forgot to tell me. I was sure she just forgot.
I decided to ignore the text and let her find it on her own and then wait and see if she told me about it. We all got ready and less than two hours later piled into my Explorer to head for The Strip.
The dress Teresa wore was pure magic. When she left the bedroom Brian and I were waiting for her in the living room and when we saw her both our jaws simultaneously dropped. She laughed out loud. “Every girl dreams of that reaction,” she chuckled. “Thank you boys.”
Long sleeve and ankle length, pure white and body-hugging from the hips up, this thin garment showed every curve she had. No way could she wear bra or panties as they would show unsightly lumps and bumps, so my sexy girl went without. The effect was so sexy. Brian and I were stunned and stood there practically drooling.
Brian sat in the back and Teresa rode shotgun and we were about ten minutes in when she dug her phone out of her purse and checked it. I heard her try to keep her voice as flat as possible when she casually announced to me, “Sam's visiting Vegas too. He wants to see me, us, tonight.”
“A friend of yours?” Brian asked from the back seat.
I stared out the windshield. I wanted Teresa to see me thinking so she'd realize Sam shouldn't know where we live unless she told him. I saw the pale oval of her face turn towards me in the dark.
“An old friend,” Teresa answered. “I grew up in the same neighborhood and then we both went to college together, but he dropped out.” She looked out the windshield too. “We stayed in touch.”
“So it would appear,” I murmured.
“Yeah, sorry. I forgot to tell you.”
When I said nothing I felt Brian pick up on the undercurrent.
“Sounds more like an ex-boyfriend,” he added, enjoying yet another opportunity to be playfully obnoxious. “Don't be jealous, Brad, Teresa loves you more than life. Everyone sees that. She'd never cheat on you, Dude.”
Teresa gave me a look that told me she'd won this round.
“Thank you, Brian,” I said.
I gave him a look in the rear-view mirror but he only smiled and shrugged. God, if he only knew the truth. Although he was technically right; Teresa has never cheated on me. I still had plenty of questions for my darling wife regarding her communications with Sam. I wanted to know how many times and what was said. But all that could wait for later.
We pulled into valet and headed for the restaurant. Dinner was fantastic and the show, Zumanity, was even better. Saturated with dripping sexuality and intense visuals, I know all of us left feeling pretty warm. I don't know if she was getting me back for my tone in the car or rewarding Brian for taking her side, but she was all over him. At dinner she sat closer to him than me and as we walked through the casino she took his arm. I noted her breast mashed against his triceps.
We had balcony seats at the show and Brian sat in the middle. Teresa held his hand. He put his arms around us both. She never went so far as to make him uncomfortable with her attention but she sure pushed the envelope.
After the show she took both our arms and announced she was thirsty so we entered a small smoky bar off the casino floor. The place was designed like an east coast library with heavy leather chairs and small table stands for your drinks. Booths were high-backed and heavy leather too. Books covered the walls but there was no light for reading at all. In fact, it was dark enough navigating the furniture was a little risky.
Brian slid into a booth and Teresa took the spot next to him forcing me to take the seat across the table from them. The waitress came and Teresa ordered shots for all of us. Brian and I just went with it. Several rounds later we were laughing and getting a little silly. Out of the blue Teresa asked a serious question.
“Brian, why aren't you married yet. No, scratch that; why can't you even keep a girlfriend for very long?”
Silence.
“Okay,” Brian s
aid at last. “Fair enough. I'll tell you; I am waiting for lightening to strike. I want magic. I'm not just going to marry the girl I'm with when I decided it's time to be married. I want sparks and butterflies.”
Teresa chewed on that for a moment.
“To sparks and butterflies!” she toasted, raising her shot glass over our head. We followed her lead.
“To sparks and butterflies!” Brian and I said at the same time.
After that Teresa talked to him about life and love and the difficulties of a relationship. Their eyes met for long stretches of conversation and I saw her face softening. His too. Since I was the driver tonight I stopped doing shots but they charged ahead. At points their conversation became deep and serious. Sometimes both of them forgot I was there.
Brian excused himself for a restroom break and Teresa and I watched him cross the bar and disappear around a corner. After he was gone Teresa looked at me.
“I want him,” she whispered.
“Old news. I know.”
“God, what a man. I have to find him a good girl. I hate all that delicious masculinity going to waste on tarts.” She stared at the spot where he'd disappeared. “Not even once, Baby? Are you sure? Just one night? Tonight, maybe? You love watching me fuck.”
I studied her. She was hoping I'd cave in and give her what she wanted. I always did. Not this time.
“Honey, no. I love him like a brother. He's the best friend I've ever had. If you two had sex all that changes in ways we cannot predict but most likely are bad. I can't risk it. You can have any man you want, including Sam, who is conveniently in town at the moment. Brian is my only rule.”
It was her turn to study me. I saw her gears turning.
“Fuck,” she said after a few minutes, relenting. “Fine.”
I said, “And you do realize it would not be fucking, right? You know I'd be watching you two make love? It would be different from anything else I've seen you do.”
She looked busted for a second and then relaxed. “Yes, Baby, I do. Why do you think I crave it so much? What woman wouldn't? I know exactly how amazing it would be. On top of that, and you may not realize it because you're not a woman, but since Brian can have any woman he wants and I see how much he wants me over all those other girls, I get wet. My ego demands I fuck him. He can pick any and he picks me. I want to give myself to him.”
I silently stood my ground.
She giggled. “Oh, Sweetie, you're so cute when you try to act tough. I think I want him more because you say I can't have him. You've created a monster. But I'll be a good wife, Baby. I'll honor your wishes.”
She thought for a moment before continuing. “If he's such a great friend, why haven't you talked to him about how we really do things? He's proven his loyalty to you. He's your best friend and you are keeping a huge secret from him. Things may get awkward at some point. Like what if I wanted to text Sam right now? What if I told Sam where to find me and he showed up here and I left with him, alone? How would you explain it to Brian? Wouldn't you rather Brian knew the truth about you? About us? He's going to be with us for a week. Am I on restriction? House arrest? What if I want to play?”
Her laughing eyes told me she was fucking with me, but her point was a valid one. I hated keeping secrets from Brian almost as much as I hated keeping a secret from Teresa. Before I answered, Brian came back.
Our conversation went back to comfortable and casual. Brian narrated an endless stream of crazy girl stories; one girl broke into his room while we were roommates and hid in his closet but he came home with a different girl. They all ended up in a threesome. Another girl blew him under a blanket during a football game and another attacked him with a coat-hanger when he wouldn't remain faithful to her, and on and on and on.
They kept knocking back shots and Brian had all of us laughing until our sides hurt. He is so charming. I swear I was watching Teresa fall in love with him.
Eventually we'd had enough and decided it was time to head for home.
We said our good-nights in the kitchen and Teresa, in what now seemed to be her signature move, kissed Brian on the lips for just a moment too long. He acted like nothing special had happened so we did too and then he and I hugged. He went to his room and we went to ours. As I entered, Teresa was crawling onto the bed backwards, still in her dress, her legs open and her sweet pussy winking right at me. I was surprisingly horny and dove mouth-first on her, eating her until she was ready to explode, but then stopping shy. She grabbed my hair in frustration but I pulled away. I stood and stripped, my dick standing up like a spring-board.
“Wait here,” I said and she rolled her eyes and gave me a vexed look. I checked outside our bedroom, tossed on a robe, and then quietly padded over to Brian's door. The light was on and I heard an occasional bed-spring creek. I ran outside and checked to make sure and then went back to Teresa and motioned for her to follow me, which she did.
I led her out the back and around to Brian's window. She stared at me like I was an idiot and then I directed her gaze to the gap in his blinds. Like before, his Tablet displayed pictures of Teresa. This time he had it propped up and he knelt at the desk, jerking his big cock with both hands. He was completely nude and solid as stone. Teresa captured the moment in one flash of eternal memory.
“That's the sexiest thing I've ever seen,” she whispered, her strained voice cracking. I moved up behind her while her attention was welded to our guest.
She muttered, “Brad, we should not be out here. What if he catches us? Holy shit, when did he take those pictures of me? Did you know? You knew and didn't tell me? Jesus Christ, look at his cock. Oh, Baby, that cock makes my pussy tingle. He's jacking off to ME, Honey. He's fantasizing about fucking ME. This is the sexiest thing I've ever seen!”
From behind I aimed my penis at her pussy and flexed. She was drenched. I slid in with little friction and stopped only when my pubic bone pressed her ass. She clamped a hand over her mouth and ground her butt against me. I'd never felt her so wet.
Brian leaned back and stroked faster. On screen the pictured dissolved and transitioned into a new picture of my wife. He'd added pictures from her Facebook page showing her in bikinis and slutty Halloween costumes.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” Teresa murmured. I had caught her completely by surprise. She had no idea Brian masturbated to her. What seemed like an obvious assumption to me had utterly blindsided my wife. Her free hand drifted between her legs and she played with her clit while I silently fucked her from behind. Her other hand left her mouth to tease a nipple.
When the first powerful fountain of sperm ejaculated from Brian's towering cock, Teresa bit her knuckle. Her entire body froze and her eyes went as big as dinner plates. When he blasted another spout followed by another, all of them higher than the desk top, my wife began to twitch and convulse as an orgasm ravaged her. If not for my arm around her waist, she would have fallen. White-hot cum cascaded down on Brian. Even through the double-pane glass we heard him moan and then say Teresa's name. When she heard it her climax escalated wildly and I had to hold her tightly.
As her orgasm began to drain away, she began to collapse and I had to withdraw my penis to keep her standing. When that didn't work I lifted her petite frame into my arms and carried her back inside. She was dead weight. I brought her back to our bedroom and locked the door. She lay where I left her.
If I'd thought about it first, I most likely would have talked myself out of it and never showed her my little voyeuristic secret. I wanted to give her something hot and sexy since by not allowing her to fuck Brian, I had taken something away. Her reaction had been stronger than I'd anticipated but that had only made it more exciting. I knew she'd have questions for me, later, once she was back on planet earth.
In the meantime, I had an erection that pointed at the ceiling and showed no signs of going away. I thought about using her to get off and no doubt she'd let me, so that's what I did, lifting her butt cheek and sliding my penis into her tight warm vag
ina. Minutes later I exploded and curled up next to her.
In the morning she woke first and then woke me up too. We lay there facing each other on our side, searching eyes and faces, lightly holding hands, smiling warmly.
“You knew,” she said. “You've watched him do that before. How many times?”
“Just once, on Friday night.”
“At first I was upset you kept a secret from me. Then I chalked it up to the way you feel about me and him together. Then I fell in love with you all over again for sharing it with me in spite of your trepidation.”
She leaned forward and kissed the tip of my nose. “Secretly watching a man masturbate to pictures of me is fucking hot. Talk about your ego-boosts. This girl is walking on air. Thank you, Baby.”
She rolled over on her back and I saw she was naked. Sometime during the night she'd gotten up and stripped off her dress.
“You had to already know he fantasized about you, right? You wear revealing clothing around him. You're smoking hot. You already knew you are his fantasy girl, right?”
She continued staring at the ceiling. “Honestly, Honey, it never occurred to me. I love turning both of you on, I love turning any man on, but I'm not so egotistical as to think he or anyone else ever jacks off to me. I wanted him to but never pictured him doing it. Now I've seen it with my own eyes. Now I know, and that changes everything.”
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