What Flirting Leads To

by Geist, Sean

  “Michael, that was amazing sex,” she said. “Don't take this wrong, but it's the best since we were dating.”

  “Better than Hawaii?” I asked, reminding her of our honeymoon.

  “Sorry, but yes, better than Hawaii. You were intense. What got into you?”

  “I don't know.” I did know, but I was too embarrassed to say it. “I take it you liked it.”

  “Hell, yeah! I loved it.” My wife turned around and grabbed my head to pull me into a passionate kiss. “I don't think my cunt could take a pounding like that every night,” Jennifer was not bashful about using the C-word, “but every once in a while.”

  I promised her this wouldn't be her last hard fucking, but I wasn't confident that I would be able to top tonight's performance. I wasn't getting any younger.

  I really couldn't get over the effect Carl – or more accurately, the idea of Carl – was having on me. It was a fiery mixture of pleasure and jealousy and guilt that fueled my passion. The pleasure of seeing my gorgeous wife lost in sexual bliss, jealous of seeing, or imagining, someone else creating that bliss, and guilt over my own arousal. It was an uncomfortable feeling and one I would have to think about later.

  Despite the incredible sex we had, I still fell asleep with a raging hard on. I dreamt of my wife having sex with someone else. I woke up with a small pool of dried semen on my stomach, my first nocturnal emission since high school.

  Chapter 2

  After breakfast, I thought about bringing up the topic of our incredible love making, but I never got the nerve to actually do it. I couldn't help feeling weird about how the thought of a stranger like Carl – well a stranger to me – fucking my wife had turned me on. Would Jennifer think I was sick for feeling this way? Maybe she would conclude I didn't love her; that was the farthest from the truth. Or maybe – and this thought sent shivers down my spine – she might actual be intrigued by this fantasy and want to act on it.

  Just to be safe I kept my pervy thoughts to myself and hoped they would pass, although I was fully aware I would have to deal with them again in ten days time.

  To help suppress those thoughts, I threw all my effort into work. Each lunch time I ran into Keith and again asked him if he might show up at the party, and each time he said no.

  In my mind I felt I could deal with the tension Carl represented if my best friend was around, but it seemed that wasn't going to happen.

  Christmas Eve was on a Friday that year, and most everyone in the office took off early, everyone but me and the IT department. They were all on mandatory overtime making sure our computer systems would survive the date change. I was sticking around to finish up a few contracts that needed to be ready first thing Monday morning.

  For my wife and I, the holiday weekend was the calm before the storm. On Christmas Saturday we went to an early afternoon showing of Galaxy Quest, a sci-fi comedy that we thought was the best thing since Ghostbusters. We had a leisurely dinner at our favorite Chinese restaurant, and then went home. On Sunday we slept in, getting up at around 10 o'clock. All day we lounged around the house in our pajamas and relaxed. We ordered pizza to be delivered, drank beer and watched cable all day. And because we would be busting our ass all week to get ready for our party on Friday, we purposefully took the time to make love – since we probably wouldn't get a chance to do it again until sometime in the new year – the new millennium.

  It took some effort, but I was able to concentrate on my lovely wife and avoid any thoughts of Carl.

  We did it twice, once in the afternoon just before ordering lunch and once at night. We took it slow. Jennifer came once both times, so did I. We were both satisfied.

  “You ready for next week?” I said. I was returning to the bedroom with a glass of water for my wife. She was lying on her back, her arms tucked under her head, her naked body, glistened with sweat. She looked radiant, like a goddess, in her post-coital glow.

  “As ready as I can be.” she said and leaned up to accept her water. She took a sip, gave me a quick kiss and said, “Thanks.”

  “It's in the hands of fate now,” I took a drink and set my water glass down on the night stand before crawling into bed next to my wife. I turned out the light and snuggled up next to Jennifer. Her naked back pressed against my chest, my cock tucked comfortably between her butt cheeks.

  The following week was a blur. Both of us worked full-time jobs, so all our party prep had to be done in the evenings. Monday night we re-organized our house to accommodate the twenty or thirty people we expected to show up. Jennifer's list showed twenty-four, but we knew from past years that some might change their minds at the last minute and not show up while others would bring additional friends we hadn't counted on.

  As long as Issac made it there with the tunes, we'd make it work.

  We cleared out all the furniture from the middle of the living room and moved it against the walls.

  Wednesday night was cleaning night. We made sure both the master bathroom and guest bath were spotless. We dusted and vacuumed and made sure any fragile or valuable items were put away. We placed plenty of trash cans with plastic liners around the house, and a few ash trays on the back porch – our designated smoking area.

  Thursday was shopping night. First we stopped at Costco; our list, a work of art only a quartermaster like my wife could dream up. We bought veggie patters and meat platters and cheese platters. We bought a case of Pepsi, a case of Diet Pepsi and a case of Dr. Pepper. We bought plenty of paper plates and napkins. We also bought two cases of bottled water.

  On our way home, we stopped at the grocery store to get tonic water and soda water, bloody mary mix, sour mix, and olive juice.

  Friday afternoon, after an exhausting week, I was the one to leave work early.

  Instead of heading to the lunch room at noon, like I normally did, I stopped in to the IT department to make one more attempt at getting Keith to come to our party.

  I found him holed up in his office, his glazed-over eyes staring intently at the computer monitor on his desk, his fingers flying over the keyboard. Several large manuals lay open on the desk next to him.

  “Hey, Keith,” I said, “ still working on that Y2K bug?”

  “Yeah.” My friend didn't look up, his fingers kept dancing on the keys. “Can't talk now buddy, got a drop-deadline that's approaching like a fucking bullet train.”

  “So, you seriously can't make the party.” I had to ask. I really wanted him there. He was my best friend and I needed someone by my side to deal with Carl.

  “Ha.” was all he said.

  I figured any further conversation would be totally one-sided, me talking to a brick wall, so I said bye and left. I don't think he noticed I had left; actually I wouldn't have been surprised if he didn't realize I had been there in the first place.

  The invite said the party was starting at six, but we were ready by five when we knew Linda and Ted would show up. Linda was a close friend Jennifer had known since grade school, Ted was her husband of six years. They always showed up early to our parties claiming to want to help us set up, but instead of saving us time they really only slowed us down. So we had to make sure the critical stuff was done before they arrived.

  I was just brining up the last of the folding chairs from the basement when the door bell rang.

  “Jen, the helps here,” I called out.

  “It's five already?” my wife said from down the hall in our master bedroom. Since she was still getting dressed it was up to me to let our guests in.

  I opened the door just as Ted was reaching out to push the bell again.

  “Ted, Linda,” I opened the screen door to them in. “You're a little early, but that's alright.”

  “Sorry, dear,” Linda said as she moved purposefully into our home like she owned it. “We just wanted to help, you know – help you get set up.” As if I didn't know that already, as if we didn't schedule our parties with her in mind. Ted, her every patient husband followed. I extended my hand in welcome. We s
hook.

  I accepted his wife's extremely forward behavior for two reasons. One, she was a long time friend of Jennifer's, she knew my wife long before I came on the scene. And two, she was too perky and cute to get mad at. Tonight she was dressed in very snug, ankle-length blue jeans that held her tight lean ass in a death grip. Her moderate-sized breasts were held in check by a black bra that was clearly visible through her red silk blouse, her nipples pert in the chill December air, and I was wondering why Ted had let her out of the house without a jacket. Her long blond hair was wrapped up in a braid that hung half-way down her back. Her usually pale skin was tanned a golden brown.

  “So where is your wife, Michael,” she asked as she gave me a quick greeting peck on the cheek. I pointed to the bedroom.

  Linda scurried off down the hall. I turned to Ted. “So you want a beer?” I took the case of Rolling Rock from him. It was still a little warm. “I think I might have something a bit colder in the fridge.”

  “Sure,” Ted said. He was a quiet man, third-generation Japanese-American. His accent was pure middle America. It was nice to get to talk to him without his wife around. He barely got a word in when she was.

  “Hope Buds okay,” I said, pulling my last cold can out of the fridge. “So, how are the kids?”

  “They're great,” Ted said. The kids I was referring to were the ones he and his wife taught at Wilson Elementary. While we talked, I loaded up a cooler full of ice with the bottles he had brought. “We've got another week off, so I'm taking my dad up to Michigan to do a little ice-fishing.”

  “That sounds like too much work for me,” I said. I wasn't really an outdoorsy person. “Jen loves camping, but I don't, so we compromise by renting a cabin whenever she feels the call of the wild.”

  Ted started telling me some of the details of his trip when we heard excited screams coming from the bedroom.

  “What the fuck?” I said. I was so startled I almost dropped a bottle. I rushed past Ted and down the hall.

  “I guess she must have told her,” Ted said as I went by.

  When I entered the room, I saw my wife, in a pair of ankle-length black pants and a red bra, and her best friend embracing and crying.

  “What's wrong?” I said.

  They turned to look and me. They looked at each other and then back at me. I was starting to get nervous.

  Jennifer finally broke the silence. “Linda told me -”

  “I'm pregnant,” the blond blurted out. They both smiled, then went back to hugging each other.

  “Awesome,” I said as sincerely as I could. Jennifer smiled at me over Linda's shoulder. The look in her eyes saying isn't this nice, when's it our turn? We had talked about having kids, and we could definitely have afforded to start a family. I was making good money at my job and was looking at a promotion in the coming year.

  Jennifer said she wanted kids, but I also knew she was wanting to go to law school. Having children now would put that on hold for several years. So I played the bad guy and kept putting it off, mostly for my wife's benefit.

  I could see the news of Linda's pregnancy excited Jen and I figured we would be having the talk again soon. Maybe it was time to relent. It would sure get my mom off my back about supplying her with grand children.

  Ted came up next to me and whispered into my ear, “you know it'll be your turn, soon.”

  I gave him a nasty look and he just kept on smiling. I was about to say something snarky when the doorbell rang again.

  “People,” I said to no one in particular. “The invitation said six o'clock.” I looked at my watch. It was only 5:17.

  “Guess they just can't wait to start partying.” Linda said, wiping away the tears of joy that clung to her cheeks.

  “Jen, you need to finish dressing,” I said. “I'll go start letting our guests in.” I pulled Ted with me. “You're coming too, mister. You've had enough time staring at my wife's boobs.”

  Everyone laughed, even me. Our party was officially started.

  Jennifer and Linda came out of the bedroom as I was greeting our early bird arrivals and taking their jackets and coats. She had put on a red and blue striped polo shirt. Her ears were decorated with a simple pair of sapphire stud earrings.

  She looked stunning – a perfect party host. I walked over to her, put my arm around her waist and gave her a kiss. “You look wonderful,” I said.

  “You do too, husband,” she said and returned the kiss, this time with passion. I was kinda startled, but pleasantly so. These kinds of PDA's usually only came later in the evening, after we'd had a few drinks.

  “Get a room, guys,” Linda said, to the delight of our guests.

  “Why? We've got the whole house.” I said and headed off to the bedroom with the coats and jackets I had acquired. My wife led everyone to the dining room where we had the food spread out. She said beer was the only alcoholic beverage available until our other guests with the wine and spirits arrived. Linda just sipped on a can of Dr. Pepper.

  Issac was the next to arrive. I helped him set up his boombox in the living room.

  Over the next hour most of the rest of our guests showed up in a steady flow. Many of them were old college friends, co-workers and a few close relatives. My sister was supposed to show up, but didn't. By seven, the house was packed, with people mingling, drinking, and dancing.

  Playing the host, I didn't have much time to spend with Jennifer, but that was okay. I occasionally caught a glimpse of her, showing people around the house, getting drinks or pointing out the smoking area in the back yard. I also noticed a couple of times she would look up at the clock then at the door.

  At first, I wondered why, but I soon figured it out. I recognized just about everyone at the party; that meant Carl hadn't shown up yet. It was funny how anxious she was, waiting for someone to arrive who had to practically invite himself. I think she was a little more interested in Carl than she was letting on. This brought up a quick tinge of jealousy. I knew my wife was gorgeous and other guys liked looking at her, but it was always at a distance, or so I thought. For most men, myself included, a wedding ring was a signal to look, but don't touch – be a friend, but don't think about taking her as a lover. Carl didn't seem to understand that, and what shocked me more, Jennifer didn't seem to make a big deal out of it.

  She told me about his constant flirting and how she always rebuffed him, but she never seemed to do anything to make him stop. In fact, I'd say that telling him about the party and even making him welcome was almost condoning his behavior.

  That pained me a little, but it also aroused me. I could feel my penis stirring in my pants at the thought of my wife waiting for her flirty friend.

  “Hey you,” someone said tapping me on the shoulder. I turned to look. It was the brother of one of Jennifer's friends from work. “Michael. It's Michael right?”

  “Yeah, Michael's right. So you enjoying the party - “ I paused to try and remember the kid's name. He looked to be around twenty-two, a several years younger than us, with pale skin and shaggy blond hair. I could just make out a tattoo of some kind, sticking out from the short sleeve of the pink Greg Norman designer T-shirt he wore.

  “Jason,” he said when he realized I didn't remember his name. “Love the party. Music's kick-ass.”

  “You came with Kristine, right? I haven't had a chance to say hi to her yet.”

  “Yeah, last I saw, Sis was by the booze, refilling her Rum and Coke.”

  It was Pepsi, but I didn't correct him.

  “That's why I thought I should say something to you.” Jason said.

  “What's wrong? We gonna run out of drinks?” I said. I meant it as a joke. Jason's face turned serious.

  “Yeah, you might. People are over pouring their drinks. This keeps up, neither the booze or the quests will make it to midnight.”

  “I thought Jen was the one manning the alcohol,” I said. “She must have gotten side-tracked.”

  “Tell you what,” Jason said, slapping me on the back in
an overly friend fashion. “I'll pour the drinks tonight. I do it for a living, you know. Let your wife enjoy herself.”

  “That would be awesome. You want me to throw you a few bucks?”

  “Nah. I'll just put out a tip cup.”

  I escorted Jason to the make-shift bar we had set up in the spare bedroom we had converted into a workout room. We had moved our treadmill to the corner and folded up the exercise mats that usually sat on the floor.

  A crowd of people were mingling around the table were we had set out the booze, wine and mixers. A couple of coolers full of ice and beer sat behind the table. I pushed my way through and introduced Jason as the barkeep. A few people sighed under their breath when they realized the pours would be monitored, but for the most part no-one complained.

  “Okay, who's next?” the sandy-haired kid said as he tried to create a little order midst the chaos of the crowd.

  I was impressed by his speed and professionalism. He was not the slacker I first took him for. I was watching him pour a whiskey sour when the door bell rang.

  It was hard to hear in the din of the party, the crowd buzzing, the music playing. By my guess, all the people we invited had already arrived, save one.

  I was forced to move slowly through the crowd, politely stepping between groups of friends chatting away, some swaying to the beat. I wanted to get to the door before Jennifer. I wasn't sure why, just some base instinct to meet the man who had been making constant passes at my wife. I failed in my mission. I was on the other side of the living room when I saw my wife open the door. Her face lit up when she saw who it was. A sharp stab of jealousy hit my heart, causing my cock to twitch. I had to adjust myself.

  The open door was blocking my view, so I still hadn't seen what he looked like. He was a soldier, so he wasn't going to be too scrawny or out-of-shape. I briefly lost sight of Jen when she moved through the threshold. When I finally made my way though the crowd, I was momentarily stunned.