by C. C. Morian
“No, god, did you do that?”
“What would you think if I did?”
“I would have wanted to be there, to see it.”
That surprised her. “Really?”
Mason nodded. “I can’t decide what is more exciting, hearing you talk about it, or imagining myself there, seeing you. . .kiss someone. Touch someone, seeing them get you turned on.”
“You’d really think you could watch?”
“I think so. Yes.”
“Hmm. I’m not sure if I could do that, I’d be self conscious.”
“I could hide somewhere.”
Janet laughed. “Like in a closet or something?”
“Maybe. I don’t know. Let’s talk about that later. Right now I want to hear about today.”
“Well, I went to work, I had a conference call—”
“Janet!”
Janet gave him a fake pout. “I thought you wanted to hear about today, you said something about needing details.” She let go of Mason’s cock. “If you don’t want to hear about my day. . .”
Mason took a deep breath, smiling grimly. “So that’s it, huh? You want to tease me?”
“Tease?”
“Whatever. Okay, tell me about your day. Just. . .” Mason guided her hand back onto the bulge in his pants. “Keep doing this, please.”
Janet held her hand against his erection but didn’t rub him. “Where was I? Oh, yes, the conference call. It ran way over time. I was worried I’d be late for lunch. Did I mention I had a lunch planned?” Janet was enjoying this more than she had expected. Not because she liked being a cocktease, but because Mason was obviously so excited by all of it, the buildup, wondering what she’d say, wondering what she had done. . .
“I was squirming during the call, I couldn’t wait to get out of there, but I was in a conference room with a bunch of other people, all men—”
“Was he there?”
“Who do you mean?”
“You know. The man you said you were turned on by.”
Janet pretended to be confused. “Which one?” She felt Mason’s cock jump.
“There’s more than one?”
“We have a number of attractive men in the office, you know. You have to be more specific.”
“The one you masturbated thinking about.”
Janet considered. “Which time?”
“In the office! Wait, there are other times?”
“Do you want to hear about my masturbation fantasies or about today?”
“Both! Today!”
“Okay, then. You seem a little uptight. Maybe we should do this later?”
“No, now, please.”
Janet couldn’t believe the effect this was having on her. While she always enjoyed touching Mason’s cock, it was usually a slowly building warmth, a prelude to their usual style of sex. This was so different. Just talking, and so far she hadn’t even directly mentioned sex. Yet her nipples were hard, her whole body quivering, mirroring Mason’s excitement.
“Okay,” she said. “Let’s see, the call, it finally ended. I had to run out of there to make it to lunch. I must have looked like I was on my way to something I really needed to do. Lunch was. . .wonderful. Catching up on old times. Reliving things we did together. It brought back some great memories.” Janet sighed dramatically, rubbing Mason harder, letting her voice rise, pushing closer to him. “The time just flew by, it was so hard—.” She playfully bent Mason’s cock in her hand, or tried to, he was far too stiff.
“What happened then?” groaned Mason.
“I was late for another meeting, so I went back to the office. The rest of the day was the usual, although I had a hard time concentrating.”
Mason looked befuddled. “No, wait, you skipped. . .what happened at lunch with Jack?”
“Jack? Oh, he couldn’t make lunch. I had lunch with Susan instead, you know, my friend from college?”
“What? I thought. . .you said. . .”
Janet burst out laughing. “I’m sorry, but you should see the look on your face!”
“This isn’t funny!”
“Yes it is, kind of.” Janet kept stroking him, feeling him deflate, and not just his cock. “So you don’t get turned on by me any more? Just your thoughts of me with someone else?”
“No, that’s not it, I’m always thinking of you. . .”
“I may make you prove that later.”
“Anytime. But about Jack. . .you were making all that up, I mean, about seeing him today?”
Janet kissed her husband on the check, he really was being cute. “No, I did set it up, last night actually. But when Jack got to work this morning he found out he couldn’t make it.”
“Something more important than seeing you? I would have expected him to jump at that.”
“His boss sent him out of town for an emergency meeting.”
“I bet Jack was disappointed.”
“I didn’t talk to him, I actually was on a conference call in the morning, he left me a voice mail.”
Mason lifted her chin up so that she was looking in his eyes. “How about you? Were you disappointed?”
Janet hesitated. She liked the game, but she didn’t want to give Mason the wrong idea. But she didn’t want to lie, either. “A little.” She could feel Mason’s rapid breathing against her chest.
“Do you want to see him?”
Janet shrugged. “I really hadn’t thought about Jack much in a long time.”
“Things weren’t—good—with him?”
How should she answer that? How does a woman tell her husband that another man had made her scream in passion? How does she admit that she had wild sexual experiences with someone else?
And worse, even with the hot sex she had with Jack, she really hadn’t thought of him for a while. Not because there was anything wrong with Jack, but because he had been just one of many men, men she had done things with she never had with Mason.
How do you admit that to your husband?
“Jack’s not much different from other men,” she said, realizing she was equivocating. Playing it down.
“Different than me?” asked Mason.
“Let’s not go there,” said Janet. “All men are different. It isn’t a contest. And if it was, you would have won.” She held up her wedding ring and diamond. “Remember?”
Mason kissed her fingers, gentle, loving. So like him, so much the kind of man she wanted to marry.
And yet she had been disappointed in not seeing Jack today. Now she just had to decide if it was because it would have given her something to titillate Mason with, or whether she had other motives. Other needs.
Or maybe she just wanted the validation, to know that she was still attractive to a man who had wanted her, years and years ago.
“How did you leave it with Jack?” asked Mason. “Did you call him back?”
“Not yet.”
Mason’s raised his eyebrows. “Why don’t you?”
“What, now?”
“You said you might not want me to watch. What about if I just listened?”
Janet lay back against the headboard, composing herself. She’d spoken with ex boyfriends on the phone since she’d been married, it should be no big deal. And even though a few of those conversations had a subtle undercurrent of closeness, of a personal connection that only a man and a woman who had slept together would understand, the calls had been harmless. Sure, a few of the men had hinted around, trying to find out if she was open for a little action, a fling. She always made it clear she wasn’t, and that was that.
Well, not quite; some of them would no doubt be interested if she changed her mind. Jack, for instance. Even though she actually hadn’t spoken to him in years, just a few Facebook interactions, he had always been a wild one. She was sure he’d have no compunction about sleeping with a married woman.
Yet just hearing his voice today on her voicemail had given her a thrill. And now she was about to call him. Was she doing it for Mason, for her and
Mason, or just for her?
Mason stood just outside the bedroom doorway, out of sight but within earshot. She had told him she wasn’t sure she could act natural if he was in the room, as if there was any way to know what natural would be in this situation.
Janet was amazed at how Mason had changed, how aroused he was about all this, a side of him she’d never seen. It was a refreshing thrill to be surprised by a man she thought she knew completely. And, she had to admit, it had really spiced up their sex life.
She reminded herself that she had a lot of control, a phone call to Jack was in some ways even better than the lunch idea. She could establish the ground rules, she could keep the conversation impersonal, or at least as impersonal as one could have with a man who had fucked her. And not just once or twice.
She could still change her mind.
And yet—she and Mason were now on this ride together. It remained to be seen whether it would be a thrilling roller coaster or a house of horrors. So far, it had been fun. But things could quickly turn dark.
Janet couldn’t let it go there.
A phone call seemed like a good, safe test. What could possibly happen?
With that in mind, she dialed Jack’s cell phone.
“Hey babe.”
If Janet had heard that from any other man she would have rolled her eyes. But those two words, from Jack, brought back a rush of memories. His voice was as sexy as it had been the first night they had met, a voice so alluring that she’d been smitten, at least sexually, immediately. They’d fucked that very night.
“Hello, Jack.”
“It’s been a long time.”
“It has at that.”
“So why did you get in touch? Just couldn’t stand not being with me any longer?”
“I see you haven’t changed.” Janet wanted to slow things down, she was feeling her way along. “Is this a good time to talk?”
“Sure. I’m in the hotel, bullshit meeting could have been handled over the phone. I can’t believe I missed seeing you because of this.”
Janet made a sound of sympathy.
“And where are you?” asked Jack.
“I’m at home.”
“Oh.” Jack sounded disappointed.
“What were you expecting? That I’d call you from a hotel?” The words just came out, why had she said that? She could just as easily have picked another place, her office.
“Where’s you husband?”
“He’s—he’s not here right now.” Janet’s heart was suddenly pounding.
“Hmm. So we have a little privacy.” Cockiness dripped from Jack’s voice.
“He could come back any time.”
“It would be like old times, you know, doing something where we could get caught.”
“We’re just talking.” Janet squeezed her legs together, a gesture of self protection, even though Jack couldn’t see her. The conversation had so quickly gathered stormy overtones of sexuality.
“What are you wearing?”
“Jack. . .”
“What? What’s the harm is asking you what you are wearing? Unless you don’t want to admit to me you got naked for our call.”
“As a matter of fact I’m still in my office clothes.” And she was. It had been Mason’s idea, to leave on the outfit she would have met Jack in. Normally she’d be in formless sweats by now.
“I didn’t get to see you, so you have to tell me what you have on. What you wore for me.”
“You know, work clothes. A blouse and a skirt.”
“Are you wearing underwear?”
“Of course.”
“I remember many times when I caught you without underwear.”
“That was a long time ago. And not when I worked in this kind of office.” And, she thought, back when she liked knowing a man could just lift up her skirt and fuck her without having to remove any clothes.
“Do your panties match your bra?”
“This is kind of personal, don’t you think?” Janet asked, but she knew she couldn’t fool Jack, even after all this time, he’d hear it in her voice. Or he’d just know, because of the kind of woman she had been with him. And perhaps still was.
“I’m sure if a woman asked you that question you’d answer.”
“Like you said, if a woman asked. Did you have some kind of operation you want to tell me about?”
Jack laughed. “Still one hundred percent male.”
“A gentleman wouldn’t ask a question like that of a married woman.”
“You know I’m no gentleman. Or gentle. Not that you ever minded.”
Janet shivered. Perhaps she should be glad that Mason couldn’t hear this part of the conversation. She wondered what Mason was doing at this moment, whether he guessed some of what Jack was saying. No doubt he’d want to know.
Maybe she could help a little, fill in the blanks for her husband. “Let me put it another way. Would you ask if a woman was wearing matching underwear right in front of her husband?”
Janet heard a moan from the hallway and smiled.
“Who says I haven’t?” said Jack.
She laughed, Jack hadn’t changed. “I bet that gets the husbands pretty angry.”
“Some. Others get off on it.”
Janet froze, that was a little close to home. She quickly changed the subject, without really thinking about what she was going to say. “Maybe I should ask what you are wearing.”
“Who says I’m wearing anything?”
“You mean you just lie around naked in your hotel?”
“Not all the time, but maybe I made some changes after you called.”
Janet’s heart raced, just from the thought that a virile man would want to undress, maybe touch himself, all because she was talking to him on the phone.
“Did you pick your underwear out just for me?” Jack asked, his tone daring her to tell him the truth.
Janet saw a fork in the path before her. This was the choice she knew she’d have to face. One way, she could shut this all down. The other way—she wasn’t so sure if she could stop it, if that path would send her careening wildly out of control.
But the risk enticed her along. “Yes,” she whispered.
“Say it. I want to hear you say it.”
“I picked my bra and panties out just for you. I dressed up for you.” Her own words hit her like a train, a roar in her ears, a step over a precipice. She’d never considered that a few simple words could have so much impact.
“That’s better,” said Jack. “I bet you look hot.”
“You liked them young,” said Janet, although Jack’s words made her blush. “I’m much older than when you saw me last.” She hesitated, then teased, “I’m sure you are too. A little gray hair maybe? A pouch?” Her words were also a way of protecting herself. She didn’t want to find herself uncontrollably masturbating thinking about Jack. She already had that problem with Martin and Brad.
“I still have a six pack,” said Jack.
“Yeah, right.” But Janet was already thinking about Jack’s body, his hard abs, abs harder than other men’s cocks.
“Don’t believe me? Check this out.”
There was a pause, and then Janet’s phone beeped. A snapchat from. . .Jack. She swiped it open. And gasped. There, in all its glory, was a shot of Jack’s muscular chest, his ripped abs. The image was so clear she could almost feel the muscles, the muscles she had loved running her hands over. . .
“Wow,” she said, the reaction slipping from her lips. “Hey, wait, maybe that isn’t you, did you just find some photo on the internet?” But Janet knew it was Jack, the familiarity of his chest coming back to her. The photo disappeared, leaving her breathless.
“I could send you a picture of something I’m sure you’d recognize,” said Jack. “How about you? Do you still have, let’s see, what do you think I’d wonder about?”
“I honestly don’t know.”
“Your thigh gap.”
She should have guessed. “You know th
at’s just a matter of lucky anatomy, the type of hips a woman has.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
Janet glanced down at her legs, which were no longer squeezed together. Had she spread them open a little? It must have just happened. “As a matter of fact, I do.”
“Prove it.”
“No way I’m sending you a photo of my thighs.”
“It’ll disappear in a few seconds anyway.”
“Unless you screen cap it.”
“You sound like you’ve got experience doing this,” said Jack. “Is that what you do? Send naked photos of yourself to men?”
“I’ve never done that,” said Janet, actually wondering why she hadn’t, what a rush, a guy masturbating over just a photo of her.
Come on, I promise, I won’t save it. Plus who would know it was you?”
“I would.” And so would Mason. But even as she thought it Janet was getting off the bed, the idea of a naked selfie something she might have done in her crazy days. Her fun crazy days. “Wait, let me put my phone down.”
As Janet got out of the bed she looked toward the doorway. Mason was peering in, his eyes wide. How long had he been watching? His hands were on his crotch.
Their eyes locked, and Mason nodded. Janet took that to mean he wanted her to take the picture. Without taking her eyes off him, she unzipped her skirt and let it slide to the floor. One by one she unbuttoned her blouse and also let it fall, until she was standing there in just her bra and panties. The bra and panties she had picked out for Jack.
Mason’s mouth tightened, Janet could see him tense. Now it was his turn. He could stop it. She’d stop if Mason wanted her to.
Instead he nodded.
Are you sure? Janet mouthed the words.
Mason whispered. “Yes.”
Still without turning from him, Janet felt for the phone. She held it out to take a selfie, realizing she wouldn’t be able to see what she was shooting, she didn’t want to show too much.
Mason pointed toward the mirror.
Into the phone, Janet said, “I can’t believe what I’m about to do for you.”
She started to cross the room to the full length mirror, had a second thought, and stepped into the closet, rummaging through her shoe boxes for a pair of high heels. Not the ones she had worn to work, but stilettos, fuck me shoes she hadn’t worn since before she was married.
