We danced close like that for a moment.
“If it’s okay with your friend Donny,” I said, finally, “I think we had better go home.”
Robin’s eyes glinted as she studied my face, leaning back and pushing her small hips against my crotch. “Hmmm,” she said.
I stared at my wife as her eyes shifted to the side, behind me, a little over my shoulder. “Donny?” she said. “Is it okay if I go home now?”
I pushed Robin toward the door, not caring what Donny had to say about it, and Robin laughed, falling forward to bite into my shoulder. When we got outside I turned her around and pushed on the small of her back, guiding her gently toward the gate and away from that wild place.
*
Robin walked ahead of me all the way home, humming a little tune. I couldn’t tell if she was just very, very drunk, or if she knew what she was doing to me, how she was teasing me, and just enjoying her power over me.
She trailed her hands over bushes and trees, and occasionally looked back over her shoulder to make sure I was following her.
And I was. Following her with a hard cock, my body raging and my eyes on her skimpy cutoffs, replaying over and over the way she had looked at me as she had walked down the hallway with the satisfied-looking guy behind her. Replaying the look on his face. Was it a smirk? And was it just a youthful smirk, or was it a “I-just-fucked-your-wife” smirk?
Robin trotted up the steps and I followed her quickly, two at a time. As soon as we were in the house I took her by the shoulders and spun her around, pushing her into a wall and lifting her hand up, holding her by the wrists. I ground my body up against hers, sinking into her softness. My cock throbbed against her thigh.
“So,” I said, and I couldn’t tell if I was angry or not, not by my voice or by what I was doing. “What did you get up to all that time?”
Robin smiled. “What do you think I got up to all that time?” she said coyly. “What does anyone get up to in the bathroom with a stranger?”
My cock twitched and I pushed up against her, clawing at her pants to get my fingers into her panties and the mucousy wetness that was seeping out of her.
Was it just her own juices? Or was she so wet because she had, in fact, let another man fill her with come?
“Oh I didn’t do anything like that,” Robin purred. “After all, we said ‘no touching.’ Right?”
She slid her hands down to her shirt and pulled it up and over her head.
“So I didn’t technically touch anyone... unless....”
I yanked her bottoms down and pushed her to face the wall, pulling her by the crotch toward me so that she was bent over with her hands against the wall. “Unless what?” I growled, sinking my fingers into her hot pussy. She was so wet, it seemed impossible that she hadn’t let someone fill her up. I pushed three fingers inside of her, and it seemed to me that she was loose and ready... perhaps stretched out?
With my other hand I rid myself of my own clothes from the waist down. “Unless what?” I repeated. “What did you do?”
Robin pushed her ass back against my hand and let me fuck her with three fingers, so I put another in and I was practically fist-fucking her. She moaned and used her own weight to fuck me. “I didn’t break the rules,” Robin said.
“But you went into the bathroom with another guy?”
“Mmmhmmm.”
“So what did you do?” I pulled my hand out and replaced it with my cock, which was so engorged now that I could barely stand. I slid into her like she was a tub of hot butter, and then I pulled on her shoulder to bring her up against my chest. “Tell me what you did,” I breathed.
Robin gasped, and her mouth hung open. I could feel in her body that she was so close to coming that she would probably not manage to tell me.
I pushed her forward again and she braced her hands on the wall.
Then I slowly pulled my cock from inside of her, and began to tease her by popping just the crown of my cock in and out of her hole.
I gave her a hard slap on the ass, and she yelped, but I felt her pussy squeeze around me when I dipped into her cunt again. I went a little further, and gave her another hard slap. Again, she squeezed me.
I slapped her again and she gasped. “Tell me,” I said.
Robin slipped her hair and looked back at me. “I just did a little striptease,” she said, and her voice was silky and low.
I pulled my cock out, and teased her by slapping it against her clit from below.
“And then,” Robin said, “I let him jerk off all over my tits.”
That was it. I thrust forward, hard, and slammed my cock deep inside her until I could feel the hard barrier of her cervix. Robin yelped and turned back to face the wall.
“Say it again,” I said, fucking her.
“I let him come all over my tits,” she said. “Oh, oh... oh fuck.”
“Again,” I said, slapping her ass. “Tell me what a bad little girl you’ve been.”
“I locked myself in the bathroom and let that guy jerk off all over my tits,” Robin said.
Fuck, I thought, and I hammered into her.
“And then... what...” I grunted.
“Oh,” Robin gasped. ‘Oh! Oh! And then.. and then..”
She turned back to look at me again, and met my eye.
And then, she took her pointer finger, and swiped it over her dangling tits, before lifting it to her mouth, and closing her lips around it. She mimed sucking cum off her finger, and then released it with a pop.
And I exploded inside of her at that moment, yelling a string of filthy obscenities as I pounded her full of cum and pictured her sucking cum off her own fingers on her knees in the bathroom of Heath’s house, a stranger’s fat prick bobbing inches from her face.
But as soon as my orgasm ended, and with it the ecstasy of the adventure we’d had, the bad feeling began to creep in.
Robin turned around and leaned against the wall, pushing her hair from her face and running her fingers down her chest. “Wow,” she said.
I stood back from her. Was this woman really my wife?
I reached forward and touched her chest. I swiped at the sweat that had beaded on her collarbone and brought it to my nose to smell.
“Oh my God,” Robin said, slapping my hand away from my nose before I could smell it. “Jesus, Tony. You don’t actually think I did that, do you?”
I stared at her. I wasn’t sure what I thought.
“It wasn’t against the rules,” I said.
Robin leaned her head back even further and looked up at the ceiling. She laughed again. “Oh, okay,” she said. “Well, then.”
“Wait,” I said. “Are you saying you didn’t really?”
Robin tipped her head down to look me in the eye. “What?” she said. “Of course not. I thought we were just supposed to tease each other,” she said. “I thought that’s all you wanted.”
“No, of course. It is, of course,” I said quickly. “I just... it was just...”
Robin smiled. “So hot?”
Well, I had actually been thinking it was just so hard to believe that she hadn’t been up to anything down that hallway, but I just said: “Really hot.”
“But... because you thought I actually did it?”
I opened and closed my mouth.
Robin folded her arms and leaned on one shoulder on the wall. “Does that mean you actually want me to do something like that?”
I sighed. This was a tricky question. Not the least of all because I really didn’t know what I wanted, if I was being honest with myself. That same queer cocktail of disappointment and relief, spurned arousal and humiliation, was churning inside of me.
“No,” I said, and my voice sounded strange, even to myself. “I just wanted the tease. It was fun. It was hot.”
“And that’s all?” Robin asked.
I swallowed. Was this a serious conversation?
I tried to read Robin’s face: was she trying to get around to me saying I wanted something
more? Did she? Or was I going to fall into some kind of trap by saying that I did?
“I think it’s best if... yeah. Right?”
Robin brought her thumb to her lips and scraped it thoughtfully on one of her teeth. She moved her thigh against my groin, where she surely must have felt that my cock had not gone completely soft after our romp. “Right,” she said softly.
We kissed, and then Robin yawned and put her hands on my shoulders. “I’m so tired,” she said. “I don’t know how these people stay up this late. Let’s go to bed.”
So we did, and Robin fell asleep in a matter of minutes.
I turned to her, my head filled with an idea suddenly. “Robin?”
“Mmmm...?”
“What did you do, when you were, you know, with Donny?”
Robin lifted her hand and waved it in the air, half-asleep still. Finally she planted her palm on my arm, slapping me gently. “God, seriously...?”
“Uh,” I said. “Well, yeah.”
Robin yawned and opened her mouth, but it took her a moment to reply. “I just... we were there and there were all these little plates....”
If Robin got drunk and started to fall asleep, she did stuff like this; talking nonsense. It was actually very entertaining.
But not tonight. I kissed her on her shoulder. “No, honey, what did you do with Donny?”
Robin was too far gone. “Yeah,” she said. “Totally.”
I gave up and rolled onto my back.
I stayed up, sweating in the sweltering heat and thinking about the final moments of the evening, wondering if I was asking for what I really wanted.
7: DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE
Robin might have slept fine, but I was tossing and turning all night. Finally, unable to deal with all the mixed emotions I was having, I went downstairs and decided to surf the net – which for me, generally means watching porn or getting on Reddit. Since my porn needs were pretty much satisfied, I ended up on the latter, and while I had intended to go there in search of distractions, I ended up going to a hotwife forum again.
And then... down a rabbit-hole of forums about swingers, hotwives, and wife-sharers.
It should also be noted that I made myself a few drinks while I did this.
But for some reason, on this night, I wasn’t shying away from the posts the way I ordinarily did. I started lingering on the words rather than skimming them, going deeper into the forum and the posts than I ever had before.
A couple of things became clear to me, as I explored these communities: one, which I had already kind of known, I wasn’t alone being turned on by the thought of my wife having sex with another man. And two, there were a lot of people out there who weren’t conflicted about it at all. And a lot of people who had started out conflicted, confronted their desires, and gone on to convince their wives or girlfriends to actually enact their fantasies.
There were dark stories within these forums as well, which I found myself oddly gravitating toward. Wives who had run off with their new lovers, men who were left hopelessly wondering if she preferred her lover to them. Men who had had to learn to live with their wives staying with another man for much longer than they had originally planned.
I suppose I ended up fixated on those stories because that would be just my luck, wouldn’t it? I wondered if I even wanted it to be. It made a certain kind of pain crawl inside of me, dark and pleasurable in ways I couldn’t explain to myself.
I looked at the clock when it began to get light. Nearly five am. Jesus.
I closed my eyes, just to rest them for a moment. And it was lights out.
The sound of the coffee maker gurgling woke me up. I jerked awake and nearly knocked my computer off the table.
My neck ached and my leg was asleep. I felt the pins and needles biting at me before I even shook off my slumber and figured out where I was.
Robin was by the counter, a mug in her hand. She turned around and crossed her leg in front of herself. “Hey there, night owl,” she said. She had a smile on her face as she brought the mug to her lips. “Couldn’t sleep?”
My heart lurched violently in my chest. Shit. The forums.
I cast an uneasy glance at my computer, but the screen had gone to sleep.
That made me breathe easy for a second, but not for long. How long had Robin been here? What if she had seen the screen when I had drifted off to sleep? I had had too much to drink; she could have come down at any time. I didn’t have any idea when I had checked out.
“I... uh...” I mumbled. “I had too much to drink, and, uh, you know how it is.”
Robin shrugged. “I had too much too, but I slept really well. Weird, huh?”
She was looking at me earnestly.
Then she came over to me and slid her arms over my shoulders, leaning in to kiss me. “What were you up to all night?”
She moved her hand toward the mouse pad, ready to wake my computer up. My heart leaped into my throat. The screen lit up and I was paralyzed. I couldn’t remember what the last thing I had been doing was.
I shifted uncomfortably, sweating suddenly, it seemed, everywhere on my skin.
“Oh God,” she said, her eyes going over the screen with lightning speed. She looked at me, and it seemed like she was looking for a reaction.
My breath remained caught in my throat. Robin was a super-fast reader; had she read the words on the screen?
“Reddit,” she complained. “Ugh.” She trotted away, saying no more, and I waited until she was in the bathroom, singing softly, to breathe again.
I quickly closed all of my open tabs and then, feeling a little foolish, went ahead and deleted my history anyway.
We spent the day in Stockbridge, shopping for things to fix up the house. Robin and Heath had evidently done a very poor job remembering what she needed to buy on Thursday, which of course stoked my suspicions about what they had done all day instead.
But then I reminded myself that there were several cans of paint on a table in the living room, and Robin had applied masking tape throughout the house. In order for her to have been spending a lot of free time with Heath, she’d have had to burn the candle at both ends, and that honestly wasn’t Robin’s style.
We had a lunch at riverside cafe that was very overpriced, but served nachos that Robin deemed appropriately Southwestern, which was always a big beef with her because she’d gone to high school in Texas and thought the entire East Coast was utterly incapable of properly melting cheese on chips.
“See?” she declared, picking up a chip and allowing it to hover over the beany, cheesy chip pile, strands of fake cheese she ordinarily wouldn’t touch with someone else’s finger pouring over the sides. “Great, huh?”
“So you ate here with Heath,” I said, my stomach going jealous-cold again.
Robin put the chip into her mouth and smiled, then sat back smugly in her seat, chewing, without saying anything.
I raised my eyebrows.
“Yeah,” Robin said, when she was done devouring the chip. “That’s how I knew about it.”
I looked at her pointedly.
“What?” she said, and she gave me that seductive, but enraging smile. She picked up another chip. “You didn’t expect me not to eat after shopping. At Home Hardware, of all places. Did you?”
I looked out onto the river. I was aware that I was pouting a little, and I hated myself for it, but I couldn’t suppress the inclination.
Robin rubbed my leg with her foot. She had kicked off a sandal and her smooth, soft foot felt like silk against my skin. “Come on, Tony,” she said. She bit into her nacho. “It was just for the nachos.”
When I looked back at her, though, she seemed to have such a satisfied and smug look on her face that I thought she was toying with me.
And then she guided her bare foot up to my crotch, where she felt for herself that the smug look she was wearing, that made my blood boil with jealousy, was not entirely upsetting to me.
It was her turn to raise her eyebrows.
I grabbed her foot, but I didn’t move it away. Only part of me wanted to; the other part was enjoying the feel of her toes against the length of my shaft, curling and rubbing against me. “You never told me,” I said, “what it is you did with Donny last night.”
Robin grinned. “Oh, I thought I did,” she cooed.
“Seriously,” I said, but my cock replied in a very different way, by flexing beneath her foot, making her smile.
She looked at me over another chip, pulling on it like a fly fisherman to get the cheese piled high on it. “Oh, jeez,” she said. “We went and hung out in a room with a bunch of people who were smoking up. But then I could see Donny was going to break the rules, so... out we went.” She pulled on the nacho again. “Perfect timing, though.”
She fluttered her eyelashes to look at me. “For making you think something else,” she explained.
I nodded with pinched lips. “And you didn’t do anything with Heath, the other day?”
She closed her mouth around her thumb, and my cock twitched against her foot. When she sucked cheese off the top of her finger, my cock throbbed and betrayed my excitement again.
And then Robin purred, smiling:
“Did you want me to?”
She rubbed her foot over my cock in a tantalizing circle, finding the answer to her question in my reactions. She dropped her foot to the ground and continued eating her nachos.
“But just,” I croaked, after a bit, my stomach feeling a little like I had been punched. “Just teasing, right?”
It was important to clarify that.
Robin looked at me, and her eyes glinted. “Right,” she said, cavalierly. “Of course.”
*
We had a pretty low-key night, and didn’t go to any more parties. We were both pretty tired, so we had a great, rowdy sex session on the steps and then upstairs. Then Robin watched Netflix while I pretended to do a little bit of work, and we both fell asleep.
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