by Matthew Lee
“Home, now,” I ordered.
Tiff laughed. “Yessir,” she quickly replied. The band was just tuning up when we hit the exit. We started dirty-talk as soon as we got in the car to head home. Tiffany was so turned on she was ready to explode and started sucking me while we were still in the parking lot. She'd stop only to answer my questions or tell me her favorite parts. I admitted I'd seen them kiss before she came back to the booth and she was shocked I'd allowed all that to happen anyway.
“Weren't you jealous?” she asked.
“Terribly!”
“But you played along? Why?”
This was an excellent question and I wrestled with the answer before I understood.
“Because my desire to see what you did next surpassed my hurt from jealousy. Because you turned me on so much I had to know how far you'd go.”
At home I fucked her until she could take no more and then rolled her over and pushed my dick up her pussy. I held both cheeks far apart as I pounded her. I just hammered away until my orgasm took me and let it spray deep inside her.
After we fucked like animals we fell asleep but awoke hours later to do it again. We woke one last time just before dawn and this time our sex was tender love-making. We finally got out of bed around eleven and went for waffles and pancakes. We touched constantly, like newlyweds, kissing and caressing each other.
“What surprised you most?” I asked. “I know it was a night full of surprises, but I'm curious if one moment stands out from the others. Is there?”
She tapped a finger against her lips, thinking.
“Well, actually, there was, although I was going to keep it to myself. It seems like a woman thing. I'm not sure you'd care or could appreciate it the way I did.”
“Of course I want to know, Baby. I want us to share everything.”
“Okay then; I loved how big he was. I was surprised how much it mattered to me. It made me want to see it, to touch it, to jack him off. When I first felt it while we kissed my heart jumped. Baby, yours is big but his is huge. I really loved that he was so much bigger than you. I really knew I was with a different man. It super-charged the entire evening with electric sexuality.”
I hadn't anticipated that response but hearing her say it excited me. It stung that she cared so much about size because it stirred up a whole bucket full of male fears and insecurities, but I loved her reaction. Other women might have said they loved his pretty eyes or his handsome face. Not mine. My woman loves big cocks. I found that incredibly hot. I loved that it mattered to her although I wasn't sure why I loved it.
I realized I looked at her in a whole new light; since we'd never done anything even remotely close to this, I saw a brand-new and much more sexual side of my wife. This knowledge affected every single thing I thought I knew about her. Every curve of her body was now pure sex. Every smile, the way her hair flowed, the flash of her big green eyes; she was a living breathing sex goddess.
For her, she discovered unknown parts of herself. Not just how attractive she actually was to men, which was a really big deal, but how much she loved sex for the sake of sex, flirting for the sake of flirting. It made being a woman a thousand times more fun and since she had my consent, there simply was no down-side. More than a little kid in a candy store, she was a kid at Disneyland with no lines and everything free.
We were giddy. We had no idea what we were doing, exactly, but so far our instincts had been spot-on. Even taking Chris's number for her had been a tremendous turn-on. We ate and then raced home for more sex.
Our giddiness lasted for months and Tiff flirted like crazy. We practically skipped through life. All our friends and co-workers commented, wondering what changed for us. I explained Tiffany and I realized how lucky we were to have each other and fell in love all over again. They all envied us.
Ray knew. I met him to catch up and as soon as I walked in the door he saw joy on my face and said loud and clear, “See? I told you so!” Everyone looked up at us.
I told him everything that had happened so far and how we both felt about it. He was supportive and encouraging.
“You know what comes next,” he stated, “and I think you're both ready for it.”
I was confused for half a second and then I knew. I back-pedaled.
“I can't do that. I doubt Tiffany even wants to.”
He scoffed.
“No, seriously,” I assured. “We're ecstatic with everything right where it is. Why mess it up? I think that would be too far for us. I'm not like you, Ray, and Tiffany is not Janet. You guys party hardcore; Tiff and I are babies.”
He remained unconvinced.
“Trust me; Tiffany wants him. Even if she says otherwise, the desire is percolating inside her right now. Based on your description of him what woman would not? Did you give her his number yet? If so, I bet she's already sent him an innocent just-checking-on-you text.”
“No, I haven't. We haven't talked about him at all.”
“Don't get upset, David, I'm just speculating here, and maybe trying to get you prepared for what's coming next and trust me, it's coming.”
His words disturbed me and seemed to tarnish what Tiff and I shared. No way she'd send Chris a text behind my back. I felt myself getting annoyed, which wasn't fair. I took a long pull of beer and calmed down. If I had given Tiffany his number and she had sent him a text, it would have been just a hello. She's nice like that. Either way I did not need to worry about it.
I changed the subject. “Have you and Janet, um, done anything...fun...lately?”
Ray grinned. “Oh yes, last Saturday night. I stayed at home while she went out with her wild friend Janie. They got home around four in the morning, tipsy and horny. I fucked them both at the same time.”
I shook my head. These guys swam in much deeper waters. I changed the subject again to the game on the big screen.
Ray's words stuck with me. Was my wife secretly fantasizing about Chris? I considered giving her his number to see what she did with it but doubt gnawed at me, which made me feel ashamed; Tiff had done nothing to deserve my doubt. I needed to accept these were my insecurities. When I got home from work the next day I found her in the bathroom, soaking in the tub.
“Hi Baby, how was work?” I asked.
“Great! We landed the Wynn so everyone will get a bonus this year. How about you?”
I told her today was fine and we chit-chatted about boring life details. I told her I would go start dinner and then saw her phone by the sink.
“Oh! Hey, your phone reminds me; I still have Chris's number. I meant to give it to you.”
“Why?”
I wasn't ready for that one.
“Well, I assumed when you had me take it from him it was because you actually wanted to have it. Is that not true?”
She looked down at the suds. “I originally had you take it because I thought it made you look more like my brother, it was fun to tease you like that, and it hinted that maybe we'd do more with him in the future, which made him more likely to be satisfied with just a handjob, not because I actually wanted his number for later.”
“Oh.”
“So you would actually give it to me?”
“Of course.”
“That's interesting. Why? Do you want me to call him and if so, why? To do what? Or do you think I want to call him and if so, again, why? Offering me the number seems like you expected me to call him again and what reason could I have for that except sex? Which means you want me to fool around with him again. I'm not against that but it is very different from anything else we've done, right? Especially considering with this guy we went farther than anyone else. I mean, that's a big step, isn't it? Honestly, I'm surprised you actually entered his number or haven't deleted it yet, which I take as further proof you want something to happen between him and me again. Do you?”
I just stared at her. Not that women over think everything, but Goddamn.
“You've exhausted me and I now need a nap,” I said.
> She flicked bath water at me.
“It's all true, David. I didn't ask you for that number, you offered it. What do you think I'd do with it once I had it? Clearly, you expected me to act alone, or else you having the number was good enough, unless you're testing me. Are you testing me?”
“Actually I showed you how much I trusted you. From my point of view, I worried you felt like I kept the number to myself because I didn't trust you. I offered it to show what a secure and confident man I am, a man that totally trusts his gorgeous wife.”
“Hmmm.”
Compliments are always a good idea.
We studied each other for several moments, deciding which angle to take.
“Okay,” she said. “Give me the number. Hand me my phone.”
This surprised me but I said nothing. I gave it to her and hoped she missed my trembling hand. I called out the digits and heard the beep as she entered each and then saved the contact. She sat the phone on the floor and we studied each other again.
“That was kind of exciting,” she admitted.
I chuckled. “Yeah, I thought so too.”
Silence filled the bathroom. I kept my mouth shut. She had a valid point about my offering his number, a point I hadn't considered. I wanted to see what her next move was, independent of me. If she wanted to call or text him, I needed to know it was her idea alone and not her trying to make me happy.
“This is silly, really. It was months ago. How many women has that handsome stud enjoyed since then? He won't remember me.”
I knew that was false.
“I guess it wouldn't hurt to say hello,” she considered.
I felt my chest tightening.
“My ego will be bruised if he doesn't remember me. I should just leave it alone. What do you think I should do, David?”
“Whatever your heart desires, my love. I'll be right back. I want to change clothes.”
I actually did not want to change clothes. I wanted to leave her alone with her thoughts and desires and see if anything happened. I stepped out of the bathroom and closed the door, and then stood silently outside. For several minutes I heard the light splashing of her moving.
She's not going to do it, I thought. I listened another minute to confirm. Just as I began to leave, I heard a larger splash.
Beep. Beep, beep, beep.
My wife typed a message. I was instantly horny. I listened as she hit send. She got a reply right away and it made her giggle. I listened another few minutes as she sent and received and then I crept away to change clothes. I wondered if she'd tell me and if so how much. I was excited and a little nervous.
When I got back to the bathroom she'd remained in the tub. The phone lay on a towel nearby. She saw me looking at it but said nothing.
“I text him,” she offered. Her face was full of mischief.
“What did you say?”
“Hi, It's Tiffany, how are you?”
“Pulitzer. Did he respond?”
She giggled. “Yeah! Listen.” She dried her hands and grabbed her phone and read his texts out loud.
“Hello gorgeous! Are you back in town? Are you staying with your brother again?” and then “I'd love to see you!”
She looked up at me, beaming.
“I guess he remembered you.”
She laughed a crazy little laugh and slid lower in her bathwater. “Right? How awesome is that? I feel special! What should I do, Baby? Should I see him? I could keep the charade going and he'd never know. Should we meet him together or should I go meet him alone? Oh my God, this is so exciting!”
At that moment I realized swapping out my jeans for sweat-pants was a mistake. My penis began to inflate. Tiffany spotted it instantly.
“Oh. Wow,” she giggled.
I ignored her because what the fuck else could I do?
“You can't see him without me, Tiff. We don't know anything about him. I don't want you locked in a dungeon or turned into a skin-suit.”
She only half listened to me. She heard was me agree to seeing him again and then her mind jumped back to that night at the club.
“I know exactly what I'll wear,” she said. “How about this Saturday night, Honey? We could meet him at Hakkasan?”
So Ray was half-right; Tiff did want to see him again but had no plans on keeping it a secret. My girl was honest and forthright. Her excitement was contagious and I swelled a little more. She reached up with a wet hand and gripped me.
“I don't need to ask how you feel about it, do I?” She gave me a squeeze. “Remember how big he was, David? This is going to be so much fun.”
I found it strangely arousing that touching my penis made my wife remember how much bigger another man was. Odd. She pulled down my elastic waistband and lifted from the tub enough to take my semi-hard dick in her mouth, sucking until I was hard.
“Should we talk about rules and expectations or just go in guns a blazing?” she asked.
I wanted her to keep sucking my dick. I wanted this conversation to wait. Instead of answering I took her head with both hands and pushed my penis back into her mouth. She laughed at my cave-man sophistication but got back to work sucking me.
As it turned out, we never did have that conversation.
Saturday night found us once again in a booth, this time at Hakkasan inside the MGM casino. The music blasted, colored strobes flashed, smoke poured from the ceiling, and over a thousand souls, all high as kites on one thing or another, danced. Neither Sodom nor Gomorrah can hold a candle to Vegas.
Tiffany looked crazy-sexy in an extra short black mini skirt and black boots that rose above her knees and a somewhat sheer white halter. Faint areolas were visible whenever the smooth loose fabric rested on her tits. The skirt hugged her ass, accentuating what a bubble-butt she had. Her top tied at the neck and the small of her back and plunged in front almost to her navel. Every move she made revealed flashes of side and under-boob. She'd had her hair and nails done and wore more make-up than usual, but I think that added to her bad-girl mood for the night.
She was nervous, picking at her cuticles. Two empty martini glasses sat on the table as she sipped a third. I, of course, had my tumbler of whiskey.
“Try to relax, my love,” I soothed. She took a deep breath. Truth be known, I was as anxious as she.
The music was loud and everyone was beautiful. Seriously. Especially the women. Playboy mansion has fewer gorgeous women walking around as this place, and Hef's women probably wore more clothing. If I was single, I'd move through this place like a scythe.
I noticed I wore my wedding ring so I removed it and tucked it away. Tiff saw what I did and rolled her eyes.
“Close one,” she said.
“Yeah, although I doubt he'd care. I could be your married brother.”
Her phone lit up and she checked it.
“He's here,” she stated, excited undertones woven through her voice.
We both scanned the club and I spotted him first. He had dressed up too. He wore a dark gray suit, tailored, and a white shirt but no tie. His hair was slicked back and he looked like a movie star. How cute; they'd both dressed up for each other like they were on a date.
Jealousy rumbled my stomach but I forced it to silence. These table had no tablecloths. There'd be no hand-jobs for pretty boy tonight. Tonight danced and got to know one another better. Tiffany and I had spoken little regarding this evening. Honestly, it felt both of us were a little reluctant to discuss what the evening meant. I resisted the urge to steer or influence Tiff with my own desires, and she seemed to have no preconceived intentions or wants.
But we were nervous anyway.
Chris spotted us and changed direction towards our booth. Tiffany watched him like a hawk and the intensity in her eyes was a little disturbing. He'd put effort in looking good for her and she appreciated it; flattered, actually. Like a carnivore she followed every step he took. Her gaze roamed his body and face and lingered just a half-second longer at his crotch.
I tried to
define the look on her face. I settled on a mix of lust, excitement, pride, hopeful anticipation, and naked desire. It is difficult to witness your wife look at another man in this way.
I stood and shook his hand and he came around the table and kissed Tiff on each cheek. I caught a flash of her under-boob. They sat close with Tiff in the middle but about four feet away from me.
Chris asked me how things were and we all talked about work. Tiff made up one lie after another about life in Los Angeles and how she missed her sweet husband. He traveled so much and was gone for so long each time and what could a poor girl do. She laid it on thick but Chris suspected nothing. I knew he was busy telling lies too.
I looked out over the dance floor when movement to the side caught my eye. Chris now had a hand resting high on Tiff's bare thigh. When she did nothing, he discreetly slid it down between her legs and higher. Her head tilted back almost imperceptibly and her lips parted and I knew he'd made contact with her pussy. He was subtle, thank God. After a minute of his manipulations, Tiffany turned her face towards his and tilted her chin. Their lips met and she closed her eyes as they kissed meaningfully.
That kiss made me more jealous then his hand up her skirt. I had to admit they made a striking couple. In many ways she looked better with him than me. I thought he'd go for more and try to free her tits too but he didn't. She held his face as they kissed with real attraction.
After a little while Tiffany excused herself to use the ladies room. Chris stood and she left the booth on his side. Once she was gone he slid around towards me so we could talk but even so we had to raise our voices to be heard.
“She's a Goddess,” he shouted.
“Um, about eleven, sir.” I responded.
“What?”
“Nothing, dumb Monty Python joke. Yes, she is. She always has been. High school was murder. Our dad chased a ton of guys away.”
“I bet. What's her husband like? Does he know she's here, in Vegas, with you? Does he know about the things she does?”
“What things?”
“You know...sex things.”
I laughed. “You underestimate yourself, Champ. You're the one and only guy she's ever done anything like this with. As far as what her husband is like, he's an alright guy, I guess. He knows she comes and stays with me when he goes out of town but I'm pretty boring; he has no idea she's now met you twice. I doubt he'd approve.”
