by Sean Geist
Scott said he was hoping for a soft open sometime in November, about three months away.
After dinner I excused myself to use the rest room again.
I texted Kelly. - me too. I'll call you later this week.
I was just putting my phone away when Scott walked in. He went over to one of the urinals, unzipped his pants, pulled out his penis and started to pee.
“How was your date?” he said, looking at the advert tacked to the wall above the urinal.
“Pardon me?” I said.
Scott turned his head to look at me and said, “Your date. With Kelly.”
“You know about her?”
“Robin said you were dating other women, seems logical to me. Took one to the ballgame, I hear.”
“Yeah. Not really your business.”
“If it deals with Robin, it's my business.”
I was taken back by Scott's boldness, coming in here and interrogating me while he relieved himself. I had to give it to him, he had balls. That must have been the confidence Robin liked so much.
Scott finished up and moved to the sink next to where I stood. He moved with a purpose.
“So how was she in bed?” he asked. His question surprised me. He started washing his hands and continued, “Come on, don't be so shocked. I know you fucked her.” His tone, so casual and relaxed. He wasn't guessing.
“How? How did you know?” I said, still stunned.
“I just do.”
“You have someone following me?”
Scott pulled a few paper towels from the dispenser and started drying his hands. “Of course not. I know because you just told me. That, and I saw the text message. Had a great time.”
“Shit.” My voice must have hinted at the panic I was feeling. Scott patted me on the back.
“Don't worry, Petey,” he said. Oh, how I wanted to punch him so badly. “Robin doesn't know. She told me you were dating, not fucking around. I, of course, am not so naïve. I knew you were lying and you just confirmed it.”
“What do you want?” I said. I was looking at Scott's reflection in the mirror, with as icy a stare as I could muster. Scott was looking at me directly.
“Nothing. This will just be our little secret. Just don't cross me.” Scott wadded up his towel and tossed it in the trash to punctuate his sentence. He left without saying another word to me.
I stood there in the restroom, alone, looking at myself in the mirror and wondering how I had ended up in this mess. I started to shiver a bit, not from the cold, but from fear. Was I watching my marriage slip away? I loved Robin and I was willing to give her a lot of room to pursue herself.
But Scott now had the upper hand. I was caught in a lie, kind of a big one. If I wasn't careful, it could irrevocably damage my relationship with Robin. If she found out from Scott I had lied, I doubted she'd ever trust me again.
I splashed some warm water on the face and collected my wits.
I was about to rejoin Robin and Scott when another thought crossed my mind. What right did Robin have to leave me over this? She was the one who cheated first, and I accepted that. I forgave her. If our marriage was to survive, we had to accept our faults and move past them.
When I got back to the table, Scott was paying the check, actually signing it to his room.
“You can leave the tip this time,” he said.
I put two twenties on the table.
“How about you guys come back to my room for a night cap?” Scott said. He looked at me, daring me to say no. “Or maybe another Menage?” His voice, a little lower.
“Robin?” I said, deferring to my wife. This wasn't the time to argue with Scott.
“Yeah, Robin. You up to taking both of us on again,” he said.
She laughed. “As much as I'd like that,” she said, “what I really want is to go home and relax in my own bed.”
That was a nice confidence boost for me, my wife giving up sex with Scott – for once. I just shrugged my shoulders and smiled a shit-eating smile before saying, “maybe next time.”
“Yeah, maybe next time,” Scott's words said one thing, but the look he gave me said there would be no next time.
Robin pulled his head away from looking at me and gave him a big, long, wet kiss. We shook hands, both our grips tight. His was a little firmer than mine. Then my wife and I headed home.
Chapter 9
On the drive home, all I could really think about was the lie I told Robin and how knowledge of that lie gave Scott power over me. This was a situation I was not comfortable with. In the past, I might have just played along, but not anymore. This wasn't a game, it was my life, and the future of my marriage was at stake.
Robin, for her part, seemed oblivious. In her world, everything was fine. She had a great job, good health benefits, and two, not one, but two men willing to do anything for her affection. I didn't hold it against her, I just needed to somehow let her know how I felt.
While I reflected on the mess our marriage had become, Robin talked more about the spa. The convention she attended had given her a few new ideas, ideas she hadn't talked to Scott about, but wanted to run by me first.
It did feel nice, having input in my wife's life.
At home, Robin went to change into something more comfortable while I went to the kitchen to pour us a couple snifters of port to go along with the small chocolate birthday cake I had bought earlier in the day. I set our dessert and wine on a tray and headed out back.
“I'll be out on the patio,” I called out to my wife.
Our back yard didn't have much of a view, just the clear open sky rising above our privacy wall. What we did have was an outdoor jacuzzi, and with night-time temperatures in the mid 70's, it was perfect for an evening soak.
“You going to change?” Robin said.
I turned to look and nearly dropped the food tray.
My gorgeous wife was standing there in the skimpiest bikini I had ever seen her wear. It was basically some string and three pieces of small neon green cloth. It barely covered her naughty bits. I loved it.
Surprisingly, she looked sexier with that tiny suit than if she had stood there with nothing on. A failed attempt at modesty trumping nakedness. A wispy transparent wrap around her hips did nothing to dampen the sexual vibrations Robin emitted.
As the blood rushed to my cock, all the bad feelings and doubts that had been building in my body, all the tension over the lie, just melted away.
My wife looked so delicious standing there. Everything about her was perfect, her modest breasts, her slim, tight body, her well-proportioned ass. To me, she was the perfect woman.
“Are you going to just stand there gawking all night?” she said.
“Oh, sorry. It's just, I'll never get tired of looking at you. You're beautiful.”
“You say that to all your girlfriends, I bet.”
“No. Just the beautiful ones.”
Robin sauntered over and gave me a smack on the butt as she passed me on the way to the hot tub. She removed her wrap before stepping into the warm, bubbly water.
“Oh,” she sighed. “This is so nice.” She sank down to her neck. Her eyes closed, enjoying the feel of the bubbles on her skin.
I set the tray down on a table we had near the jacuzzi. I took the two port glasses and gave one to Robin.
“A toast,” I said. “To a beautiful end to a beautiful day with my beautiful wife.”
“You have a way with words,” Robin said, smiling.
We clinked glasses and sipped our port. It was nice and smooth, full bodied with cherry notes and just a hint of tobacco. It would go well with the rich chocolate cake.
I was about to set my glass down when my wife called for a toast of her own.
“To the most wonderful husband a woman could want.”
We clinked and sipped.
“So, you gonna change?” Robin asked as she set down her wine and leaned back against the edge of the tub.
“Nah. I'm going commando.” I said. I proceeded to do a little s
trip tease for my wife.
She let out a wolf whistle. “Very nice,” she said admiring my trim, if somewhat average physique.
“Why, thank you,” I said and gave a little shake of my bare ass in her direction. I got into the hot tub and we spent the next half hour or so splashing around, feeding each other bits of cake and sharing sips of port. When the cake was gone, Robin enjoyed teasing me by seductively licking the chocolate crumbs from my fingers.
“That was good,” she said, “now I want dessert.” She punctuated her sentence by grabbing my crouch under the water. “I've been wanting to get you all to myself all night.” And I believed her.
“Get on the edge of the pool,” she commanded. “I want to blow you.”
Needless to say, I got up and sat on the edge, with my feet dangling in the water.
Robin took off her top and I could see her nipples harden, like little jelly beans. She moved closer to me and lowered herself into the water, until only her head and shoulders remained. Then she bent in and took my cock into her mouth. Her warm lips felt wonderful, moving up and down my shaft, contrasting with the chill I felt as water evaporated off my skin into the dry desert air. I leaned back against my hands and enjoyed the sensation, never once thinking about Scott.
My wife continued bobbing up and down for a few minutes, then pulled away.
“My turn?” I asked, expecting her to want to swap places.
“Not yet,” she said with a saucy grin. Instead of changing seats, she moved closer to me and mashed her modest breasts together around my erection. She moved up and down, my cock sliding through her slick cleavage. On each up stroke she gave the tip a quick lick. Titty fucking was something new for us.
“Scott teach you that?” I asked, bringing up his name for the first time since we got home.
“As a – matter of – fact,” she said, each pause marked by a lick. “No.” And then she shallowed me whole, til her nose was nestled in my abdomen.
It took all my willpower to keep from coming. And that only seemed to spur her on because she started bobbing up and down again at a frantic pace. Licking and sucking like a pro, until I finally relented and shot several strings of hot sticky semen down her throat. She tried to catch it all in her mouth, but she missed the last spurt and it hit her on the cheek.
“Yummy,” she said and licked her lips.
I wiped the bit of spunk off her face with my finger. I thought about offering it to her to lick off, but instead I licked it myself. The taste wasn't that bad, very salty, with a slimy texture, just a little more intense than when I've kissed a woman after she gave me head.
“Not horrible,” I said.
Robin looked at me, her right eyebrow cocked up.
“It's not like I'm going to search it out directly from the source,” I said.
“Good, that's my prerogative.”
My wife and I went inside and both took a quick shower to clean off the remaining chemicals and chocolate and cum from our bodies.
It had truly been a fabulous evening, me and my wife enjoying some together time.
We lay in bed, Robin's hand on my stomach, her head on my chest. I gave her a tight squeeze and decided this was the best time to confess. The best time to defuse the ticking bomb I had set and Scott had threatened to detonate.
“I have a confession to make,” I said.
“Is it bad?”
“Yeah.”
I felt Robin tense up in my arms.
“Is it something I want to hear?”
“No.”
“Do you have to tell me?”
“Yes”
“Why?”
This was getting us nowhere. I just needed to say my piece and face the consequences.
“Because, it has to come from me, Robin.” I sat up in bed and looked at my wife..
“You're not asking for a divorce, are you?” she said, with just a hint of fear in her eyes.
“Just listen to me. Robin, I lied to you. When I said I wasn't going to sleep with Kelly, I lied. I was intending to sleep with her all along, and I did end up sleeping with her.”
It felt so good to get that burden off my chest, my guilt had been an anvil round my neck and I had just cut it free. Now all that remained was to see where it landed.
I was ready for the anger and the tears and the harsh words. I deserved them and all I could do was apologize.
Robin's reaction surprised me. Instead of screams and curses she just looked at me silently, like she was expecting me to continue.
“And?” she said eventually.
“Huh? I lied to you, Robin and I fucked another woman.”
“That's all,” she said, the fear starting to drain from her face, replaced by relief. “Thank God, I thought you were leaving me for her.”
“You're not mad?” I was expecting her to be mad.
“Peter, I knew you were going to have sex with another woman eventually. The first time I thought about it, it hurt. My husband, love of my life, fucking someone else. But after all I have done, sleeping with Scott, taking the job, moving in with him. I was just being selfish, instead, I -”
“Hold up. What did you just say?”
“I know, I know I was being selfish. You have every right to see other women. We have an -”
“No, before that.”
“Uhm, I knew you were going to sleep with her.”
“You said, moving in with him.”
“Did I?” Robin face turned a slight shade of red. I think she had accidentally revealed a secret.
“Yes, you did.”
“I thought I told you that already.” Her voice was hesitant, the words stuck in her throat.
“No. You didn't.”
I was starting to get nervous, I was sweating, like a stick of dynamite long past it's use-by date, and just as likely to go off. “What do you mean, you moved in with him?” I asked through dry lips.
“Two weeks ago, he bought a house in Sedona. Said it made sense, for me to move there, closer to the spa.”
“So he bought you a house.” A bit extravagant, but not really moving in together.
“Well, kinda. It's really his house. He's planning on spending half the year in LA and half in Sedona.”
I got up and started pacing next to the bed. I needed to calm down. I was going to lose myself, explode, lash out and say something I could never take back. Somehow, I said nothing. Just kept pacing, my head down, eyes cast toward the beige carpet on the floor.”
“Peter, I swear. I told you all this before.”
I gritted my teeth and said, “No. You. Didn't.”
“Yes, early last month. During one of our nightly calls.”
“No, Robin. I'm pretty sure if you mentioned this I would have voted no.”
“What do you mean. It's my decision to make. Where I live.”
“But you are my wife, aren't you. Don't I have any input?”
The evening was not going as I had planned it. Instead of me, calming Robin down after I confessed my lies, it was Robin, trying to defuse my anger, my frustration. Part of me wanted so badly to just settle down and let my wife do what she wanted, hoping she would come to her senses. That part of me had won back in Vegas.
Another part of me had a different take. The sex was great. I loved watching my wife fuck Scott. I liked seeing her enjoy herself. It was just sex. Just like I enjoyed my night with Kelly, but I still loved Robin. Everything else was messed up, taking the job, moving away, falling in love. Now she was sharing a home.
It was just too much to take. I was starting to wish I had listened to my sister.
“Peter, talk to me,” my wife said, concern played across her face at my silent treatment. Tears were slowly trickling down her cheeks. “The way you're looking at me. It's scary.”
I took a few more seconds to think before I answered.
“Robin,” I said, as slowly and as deliberately as possible, without sounding too robotic. “I need you to do something for me, something im
portant.”
“Anything, Peter. Anything.”
“I should have asked this three months ago, but I was too afraid. Afraid of how you would react.”
“Peter, I love you. I never meant to hurt you.”
“I know, but you did.”
I just stood there, looking down at Robin who was sitting cross-leg on the bed, her face in her hands. She looked tired. The long day was catching up to her, and I wasn't helping. But I had to say what I had to say.
“Robin, I have to ask you to make a decision. You're either my wife, or Scott's. You can't be both.”
To Be Continued
About the Author
Sean Geist lives in Northeast Texas with his wife and three cats. This is his first published book.
He can be reached by e-mail at [email protected]
You can follow him on twitter @seanGeist
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