by Jason Lenov
“Kim, I…”
A smile formed on her lips as she let me have her foot again.
I started to rub.
“I thought about you all day,” she said, her voice quiet. “I thought about us.”
My heart soared. Exactly the words I’d wanted to hear. “You did?”
“I did. I thought about last night. About what you said.”
My heart was racing and I was breathing short, shallow breaths.
“I’m so glad I’m back. I’m so glad…” She set her wine glass down, leaned forward and wrapped her arms around my neck. Our foreheads touched. “I’m so glad you’re not mad.”
“I love you,” I whispered back.
Kim stayed there for a moment before leaning back against the arm of the sofa and picking up her wine glass again. She took another sip and wiggled her toes. “But don’t get any ideas. There’s no way that’s going to happen.”
My stomach dropped.
“Giannati’s gross.”
I let out air slowly to keep from sighing my relief that that’s what she meant.
“But I bet he’s got a thick cock,” Kim said, giggling.
I looked at her sideways to see her wearing a wicked grin. The tease hardened my cock even more. “We should talk about this.” I picked up her other foot and started to rub.
“Okay,” Kim said. “Before we do there’s something I have to tell you.”
My body tightened. No. There was no way. Was there?
“He’s sending me out of town again.”
The relief that it was that sucked the tension away.
“When?”
“Wednesday.”
“Wednesday? But it’s Thanksgiving!”
“I know, I know. I couldn’t say no, Daniel. I’m so close to corporate I can taste it, though. Then we’re going to be set. You can quit and start your book. I’ll be your sugar momma. Okay?” She smiled.
My excitement at her closing in on success was tinged with humiliation. If she did get corporate, if I did quit my job what would that make me? A kept man?
I had my book outlined but finding the time and head space to write was tough when I was teaching full time. “Who works on Thanksgiving?” I asked.
Kim shrugged. “People who want corporate,” she replied with a grin. “It’s some convention on Friday but I’m going to a company thing on Thursday night.”
“What about Wednesday?”
“It was the only flight left. That’s why I have to stay an extra night. It’s in Wilmington, though. I thought I could see Allie. You remember Allie?”
It took me a moment but when I remembered Allie I felt no better than when Kim had come home and told me she’d slept with another man. Allie had been another one of her posse. Kim and Allie used to hit the clubs.
“But, he said I could have Monday and Tuesday off. How’s that sound?”
I shook my head. “Sounds fine, I guess,” I replied. I could hear I hadn’t done a very good job of keeping the disappointment, or the panic, out of my voice. “I have to work Monday and Tuesday. I’m back, remember?”
Kim sighed and set her wine glass down. She swung her legs around and tucked them under her thighs. Then she leaned her head against my shoulder. “Are you worried?”
“Worried?”
“Are you worried about me going away again?”
“Why would I be…”
“Daniel,” Kim said, looking up at me with a pragmatic stare.
I stared into her eyes a few moments before replying. “A little.”
She sat up, swung a leg over my lap and sat down, pressing her pussy against my hard cock.
I could feel the heat through my pants and her underwear.
“Okay. Let’s talk.”
I sighed. If this was the way I felt when Kim was away for a day’s work what it would be like having her away on a trip again? Could I get through it? Or would I go insane?
“It’s never going to happen again. It was a mistake. I’m sorry. I know I hurt you and I’ll do anything to make it better. Anything.”
I thought for a long time. Was there anything she could do? She’d promised herself to me and only me once already, at our wedding. How could I ever truly trust her again?
The idea that took shape in my mind was terrifying at first. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized it was the only forward. It was, in a way, a horrible thing to think about but the alternative was being a paranoid mess for the rest of my life. “What are you and Allie going to do?” I asked.
Kim leaned back a little. “That’s a funny thing to as…oh. Right. Allie’s not like that any more, Daniel. I think she’s engaged now. I’m pretty sure her party days are over. If you want I can ask that we meet at her place. That way there’ll be no chance that…”
“That’s not what I want.” Saying the words sent a pulse of adrenaline coursing through me.
“It’s not?”
I looked up into her eyes. The farther I got in time from the formation of the thought, the more it seemed like the right thing to do. “I want you two to go out.“
“You do? Are you sure?”
“I want you to wear that little black dress you wore at New Year’s last year, remember?”
“You do?” Kim asked, sounding a little shocked.
“I do. And I want to be there.”
Kim raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“I want to come. Not with you but I want to be there, wherever you two go.”
“Daniel what are you talking about?”
“I want you to find a guy in the bar or the club or whatever, and I want you to flirt with him. Will you do that? For me?”
Kim shook her head and her eyes narrowed. “Why?”
I sighed. “I was a wreck all day, Kim. I couldn’t focus on anything. I couldn’t write. I couldn’t even think on my walk. The only thing on my mind was you. And Kyle.”
Kim’s shoulders sagged, “Daniel, I’m sorry, I…”
“No. I know you are. I know it was an accident. It’s hard not to be paranoid, though. I keep wondering if you’re going to do it again, if it’s happening as I sit at the kitchen table, if…”
“Daniel it’s not going to happen again.”
“Maybe it will and…”
“It’s not,” Kim insisted, her tone hardening with annoyance.
“And maybe that’s alright.”
Kim stared at me for a long time before saying it. “What?”
The words festered unspoken in my mind for a long time before I found the courage to let them out. “I don’t want to go crazy thinking about this. I feel like, maybe if I see it, maybe if I watch it happen I’ll be able to let go of it. Like a sort of therapy, you know?”
Kim shook her head. “No. I don’t.”
I fixed her with my stare. “You slept with another man without me knowing, Kim. Would you do it again if I asked you to?”
Kim’s mouth fell open in disbelief. “You can’t be serious? I know…I know we fooled around talking about it but…Daniel, this is a completely different…”
“I’m serious.”
Fuck.
What had I just done?
Kim looked to the side and stared at the couch for a long time. “You’re asking me to actually sleep with another man?”
“Yes,” I said, nodding.
“You think that will…help?”
“Yes. But I need to see it. I want to watch.”
Another long silence as Kim thought.
The tips of my fingers and toes tingled as I watched Kim considering the idea. She was really thinking about it, what it would be like to be watched.
“What if it doesn’t?”
“What?”
“What if it doesn’t help? What if you hate it? What if you hate me for agreeing to do it? What if it…” She stopped in mid-sentence and I could tell she was balking at what she had been about to say. Her eyes met mine. “What if it breaks us up?”
“I don’t
think it will.”
“You don’t think it will? I’m sorry Daniel but I just can’t…”
“It won’t.”
Kim paused. “How do you know that? You say you can’t control how you’re feeling now, that you can’t live with it. How do you know it won’t make it worse?”
I shrugged. “I guess I don’t. I guess you can never really be sure of anything. But Kim, feel this.” I lifted my hips pressing my cock hard against her sex.
She gasped, then exhaled as she looked between our legs.
“It turns me on so much. I can’t get it out of my mind.”
Kim looked back up slowly into my eyes. She started chewing the inside of her cheek, the way she always did when she was stressed out and thinking hard about something. Her eyes wandered. Then she took a deep breath and looked at me again. “Okay.”
Another surge of adrenaline raced through me. “Okay?”
“If it’s what you want.”
“I think…I think it is,” I said, unable to hide the urgency in my voice. I reached down to unbuckle my belt but Kim put a hand on mine.
She slid backwards off my lap onto her knees onto the floor. Then she reached up and started undoing my belt, then my pants. She reached in and grabbed my cock. It sprang out, clenched in her fist. She gazed at me with sultry eyes. “This is what you want?” she whispered.
Leaning forward she pushed out her tongue and swept it up the underside of my shaft with a long, slow lick. “You want to see me do this to another man?” she asked.
My cock hardened in her hand.
“You want me to turn into someone else’s slut?” She licked my again, then circled her tongue around my glans.
My nuts tightened as cum pooled at the base of my shaft. “Yes,” I hissed.
A ravenous excitement flashed in Kim’s eyes a moment before she bounced up, tilted her head down and popped my cock into her mouth. She began bouncing up and down, rubbing my shaft with her fist as she fucked me with her mouth.
“Oh fuck, Kim, slow down!” I moaned. I put a hand on the side of her head but she swatted it away. So I sank back into the couch and watched my wife giving me the kind of blow job normally reserved for porn stars.
My cock hardened. My nuts seized up. I was on the brink. “Kim,” I grunted, “careful. I’m gonna…”
Kim didn’t miss a beat. She kept bobbing, my cock slipping in and out of her mouth with wet glugs as she squeezed me with her fist.
“Fuck!” I roared.
Cum pulsed through my shaft and blasted into Kim’s mouth.
She gagged but didn’t stop.
Shot after shot of how spunk retched from the head of my cock.
Kim took it all until there was too much and some spilled down her fist and formed a dark stain on my pants.
As I soared through my orgasm I watched a river of seed come dribbling out of her mouth. She kept it up until I was too sore to go on. “Okay baby,” I said, my voice strained. “That’s…enough.”
She popped off of me and sat up, tucking her hair behind her ear. Her mouth was a filthy mess. Cum was splattered all over her lips and drooling out of the corner of her mouth. She was panting and her tongue was lolling out.
My eyes went wide as she licked her lips. She took her finger and wiped up the corner of her mouth, popped it in and sucked it off like a lollipop, staring at the tip as she took it out. Then she looked at me again. “You still want to see it? You want to see me do that to another guy?”
Now that my lust had abated I was a little paralyzed. But thinking to how I’d felt all day I knew there was only one answer I could give. “Yes.”
Kim sat back on her haunches. A smile teased the corners of her mouth. She put her hands on my thighs. “Okay, Daniel. I’ll do it for you.”
Chapter 5
Getting to Wilmington proved an expensive hassle. Kim’s hadn’t been the last ticket, it had just been the last with only one layover. I had to contend with four and eight hours of travel for what should have been two.
Still, I couldn’t really think of a better way to spend my time. Sitting at home would have been torture. This way I would at least be able to share a bed with her at night.
I arrived at eight at night. As soon as I turned my phone on I got a slew of text messages from Kim.
Are you here?
We’re going to Etcetera. Fourth and Main.
Are you here yet? We’re here.
Hello?
I jumped into a cab and began mashing out a reply.
On my way.
It took twenty minutes to get there. When we arrived I found a very short line up and immediately felt like an idiot. Of course there wouldn’t be much action the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. I paid the cabby and walked up to the bouncer, a beefy black guy with thick arms and gold chains around his neck. “How long’s the wait?” I asked.
He raised an eye at the suitcase.
“Just got off the plane,” I explained. “Here.” I opened the suitcase and a few pair of underwear came tumbling out.
“Oh man,” he said, looking away. “Alright. Just leave it at the front.” He stepped aside and waved me in.
Music was thumping from somewhere deep inside the building. I walked up to the hostess. “Bouncer said I could leave this here? I just got off a flight. He checked inside.”
She gave me a funny look but shrugged.
I dropped the suitcase by the wall and head into the club.
I’m here.
It took a good few minutes before Kim replied.
Okay. Let me try to get away. There’s a back room that’s a little quieter, the royal I think it’s called. Meet me there.
I picked my away around the few people on the dance floor and found the room in the back.
A few minutes later Kim showed up. “Hi,” she said, kissing my cheek. “I don’t have long. Allie’s already wondering who I’m texting all the time. I don’t know any one else in Wilmington. You look…nice,” she said, eyeing me up and down and grinning. “That’s quite an outfit for a place like this.”
I looked down. I did look pretty fun. Frumpy green trench coat, worn brown leather shoes. I shrugged.
“I’m joking. You’re cute. Daniel?”
I looked up into her eyes.
“Are you sure?”
I thought for a moment, then nodded. “Just…just flirting for now. Okay?”
Kim’s eyes lit up. She gave me an eager nod. “Okay.” She kissed me on the cheek again, then spun around and swayed into the darkness on her heels.
My stomach tightened at the idea that I’d just sent my wife away to flirt with another man. Into the darkness of the wolf’s den. As hard as it was to swallow it was a hell of a lot better than sitting at home and wondering what was going on.
I walked back out into the main room and kept close to the walls so as not to run into Allie and Kim. I made my way to the bar, ordered a double rum and coke and sat down at a dark table in the corner where I could see most of the room.
My cock hardened as my eyes settled on Allie and Kim. They were dancing together in the center of the room, arms high above their heads, bodies moving to the music.
Allie looked much the same as I remembered her, a little overweight but with a pretty face. Her appearance was in stark contrast to Kim’s.
Kim’s natural grace and poise from her modelling days translated into a sensuous shape on the dance floor. Her whole body swayed side to side to the music. Eyes closed, she seemed lost in a trance.
It wasn’t long before a few guys came up around them and started to dance. They edged ever closer until one of them, a Hispanic-looking man wearing a tight white shirt and jeans came out in front of Kim.
When she opened her eyes for a moment she noticed him.
I saw momentary flash of nervousness in her eyes but I’m sure no one else did. It quickly melted into a smile. Sidling up to him she started swaying closer.
My heart thundered as I watched his hands. I noticed A
llie casting furtive glances at Kim, trying to get her attention. When she finally did, Kim smiled. Allie seemed taken aback. Maybe her party days really were over.
I went back to staring at the guys hands. Sure enough, after a few more minutes he raised them and in a nonchalant motion let them settle on her hips.
A terrifying and vicious thrill ripped through me. What the fuck was I doing?!? Watching my wife dancing with another man that was surely going to put the moves on her? I took a stiff swig of my drink to steady my nerves.
After a few more minutes Kim leaned into him a little.
I couldn’t help myself I just kept gawking right at her. It may all have been a performance for me but she seemed to be genuinely enjoying herself. She was smiling and occasionally shooting him her sultry eyes.
Suddenly, Allie grabbed her by the arm and yanked her away. She stormed off to a corner and I lost sight of them.
My heart sank. I wondered what was going on. The guy who’d been dancing with her seemed puzzled but unfazed. He just kept it up, his eyes scanning the room for another target.
A few moments later Kim reappeared without Allie.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I yanked it out and scrolled to the text.
Allie is pissed! Ha! Guess she’s straightened her laces!
I looked up to see Allie walking swiftly through the crowd towards the door.
The phone buzzed in my hand.
We still on? ;-)
I looked up. Allie was dancing. She’d found the guy and lured him back with her swaying body. He was smiling at her as he danced closer and put his hands on her hips again.
I punched out my reply.
We’re on.
A moment later Kim reached into the top of her dress and pulled out the phone.
My heart pumped harder as the guy gave her an approving nod, staring at her cleavage.
Kim smiled. She scanned the room but couldn’t find me. She tucked the phone back and began to dance, her arms flailing, her whole body a little more wild.
As the volume increased I stared, mesmerized at Kim and white-shirt getting closer and closer. He went around behind her and pressed his chest up to her back.
