Twin Betrayals: (A Reluctant Hotwife)

by Sean Geist

  “Go on.”

  “I'm sorry. I deserve it all. I don't deserve you.”

  “You're damn right.”

  The bottom dropped out on me, again. I looked out the window, unable to look at my wife. I really was an idiot. I could feel tears welling in my eyes.

  “But you're stuck with me. Cause I love you. Even if you piss me off some times.”

  The roller coaster ride of emotions I was on, was beginning to get tiring, but I had to ride it out.

  “The humiliation. That part I could do without.”

  “Then why do you like watching me with other men?”

  “I don't know. There's no easy answer.” That was so true. “I like watching you enjoy yourself. I like seeing your enjoyment without having to actually take part in delivering it. I loved watching you with my brother the other night. You were so caught up in the moment and you looked so sexy. You let yourself go and I loved watching it. I didn't think about what would happen after I told you.”

  “You were planning on telling me?”

  “At first, no. But later, I realized, I had to.”

  “If you're worried about the fact that your brother isn't fixed, don't. We stopped at a farmacia yesterday and got a morning after pill. I'm not getting pregnant.”

  “So, you're telling me, you only had sex with Richard twice?”

  “Yeah. Once in the cunt and once in the ass. Don't look all surprised at my language. We're adults.”

  I leaned over and kissed my wife. Our mouths molded together. A little of the pent up frustration was released as my tongue explored her lips and delved deeper into her mouth. Eventually, I pulled back.

  “Don't ever stop surprising me, Ren.”

  Lauren sighed. “Roger.” She took a long pull of her drink. “You sure as fuck better stop surprising me.”

  Lauren laughed and I hesitantly joined her.

  “So are we good?”

  “Yes, we're good. But seriously, no more surprises.”

  “I promise. No more surprises.”

  And I kept my word.

  Chapter Ten

  The bar was jam-packed. The Saturday night crowd grabbing a drink before a show, meeting friends, or just out carousing. The far wall was lined with beer taps. The names of available brews were written in chalk on the boards above the taps.

  I squeezed through the mass of twenty-somethings. Some were swaying to loud pop music playing from some Pandora station; Katy Perry seemed to be the seed. A few people were looking up at the beer menu, trying to decide which of the locally brewed IPAs they hadn't tried yet. I saw one couple making weird hand gestures. I realized they weren't weird when I recognized American Sign Language. I was confident they were the only one's having an intelligible conversation in this din of loud voices and louder music.

  Why the fuck had Lauren decided this was where she wanted to meet me? I had suggested a wine bar on 51st Street, but my wife said she had a surprise for me. And I loved Lauren's surprises, so I didn't argue.

  I scanned the bar, standing on my toes to see over the crowd. I almost got knocked on my ass by a tall blonde peach-skinned woman and the short tanned frat guy who was following her. They were moving swiftly toward the exit, so they were either going home to fuck or in the middle of an argument that was going to break them up. Neither apologized for running into me.

  I finally spotted my wife at the end of the bar, ordering a beer from one of the bartenders. He was about a foot taller than Lauren and had to lean in to hear what she was saying. He had dark brown skin, his hair cut short, and the deepest blue eyes that seemed to sparkle, even in this dim light.

  I moved toward them but stopped suddenly when I saw my wife take a loose strand of her curly hair and tuck it behind her ear and I knew he wasn't taking her order. They were flirting.

  My suspicions were proven true when a pretty blond haired girl with pale skin tried to grab his attention and failed. She huffed off to find another bartender.

  I took out my phone and shot off a quick text to my wife.

  - He the surprise?

  I watched as Lauren pulled out her phone and laughed. She tucked it away and kept up her flirtatious conversation. I took that as a yes.

  I felt out of place, standing there as the crowd morphed around me, watching my wife get chatted up by the dark sexy barkeep. I needn't have worried. Absolutely no one was paying any attention to me.

  A couple of guys got up from their tall table next to me and I grabbed a seat. They left a couple of half empty beers, so I pretended to drink from one of them. Now I could stare at my wife and her paramour all I wanted. She put on an amazing show.

  She reached out to touch his arm several times. Once, he wiped a bit of smudge from her face. My cock twitched when he touched her.

  I sat there mesmerized by the open display of attraction for what seemed like an hour, but was actually only about ten minutes.

  The hallway to the restrooms was right next to where my wife was sitting. I confidently strolled past her. Neither of them even looked at me. I stopped once I'd moved beyond the bartender's line of sight. I leaned against the wall, beer glass in hand, and tried to pick up bits and pieces of the conversation.

  Over the bar noise, I did hear a few exchanges. Mostly my wife's side. She smiled at me a few times; she was aware I was close.

  “The beaches are so nice. Warm soft sand and surf. I didn't want to leave.”

  I didn't hear what her new friend said back.

  “No. They weren't topless.” Lauren gave a playful slap at the bartender's elbow. “Don't make be blush.”

  She wasn't blushing.

  “I'll take that as a compliment.” He must have said something about her breasts, because she sat up straighter, causing her breasts to thrust toward him. Not a lot, but noticeable if one was looking, and I was looking and I'm sure he was as well.

  “No. I'm not going to show them here. I'm not that immature and I'm not that drunk. And there are too many people around.”

  Was she saying she would show them, if she was alone with him, and a little tipsy? He said something else I couldn't hear and this time Lauren did blush.

  “Your place? No. I told you, I'm a married woman.”

  My already ridged cock somehow got harder and it was getting harder to think straight. I was watching my wife get picked up and I was loving it.

  We had role-played in the bedroom a few times since we got back from Costa Rica, but we never came close to talking about adding another guy to our play. I was too afraid to bring it up after what I did on vacation. She, obviously, was saving it and figured, correctly, I might add, I wasn't going to nix it.

  “I'm married. So we have to go to my place.”

  “Will my husband mind?” Lauren was looking at me when she spoke.

  Did I mind? I had fantasied about my wife and another guy for months, almost a year. I let my brother fuck her. Of course I didn't mind. I was about to give her a thumbs up.

  She didn't need it. “No. He won't. As long as he gets to watch.”

  The bartender laughed and Lauren joined him. He said something I couldn't hear.

  “Yes. He's one of those husbands.” Humiliation was starting to settle over me. I was hard, but my chest felt a little squeezed. “And I wouldn't want him any other way.”

  The bartender asked another question. Lauren had to think a moment before she answered.

  “No. He's never asked. I'd have to think about letting him sleep with someone else.”

  Desire and lust swarmed inside my head. My wife, talking with another man, a guy she wanted to take home, about our sex life and all its variations. I would have loved to know what they talked about before I got there.

  “We can share a Lyft to my place. If my hubby's home, he'll get to watch. If not, that's his loss. Let me go to the ladies' room. You clock out or what ever you need to do. I'll meet you out front.” Had to hand it to my wife, she was a real take-charge kind of woman.

  Lauren didn't w
ait for an answer. She marched down the hall, right past me. The bartender turned to watch her go, never even glancing at me. His eyes were glued to her lovely ass sheathed in a skin tight turquoise cocktail dress that stopped half-way down her thighs.

  The man whistled and went to talk to his boss. I ran down the hallway after my wife. She was waiting outside the ladies' room, her eyes ablaze with lust. She pulled me in. A few women were at the sink fixing their makeup. They looked at us and shrugged. Lauren pulled me into an empty stall.

  “Do you fucking believe it? What I did. What I'm doing.”

  Before I could answer, my wife pushed me up against the stall's door and kissed me. Her tongue invading my mouth, sapping my strength, devouring me.

  “Did you like the show?”

  I didn't need to answer. She grabbed my erection through my pants. I was glad I wore a loose pair of dockers.

  “Yes. I guess you did. Feel how wet I am.”

  I reached up my wife's dress. Her panties were soaked. I slid them aside and penetrated her pussy with two fingers. I met no resistance.

  Lauren put her mouth to my ear and whispered. “Feel how wet I am, thinking about fucking another man. Oh fuck.” The last two words nearly burst my eardrum. My wife bit down on her lower lip, not wanting the other women to hear her moans. She failed.

  “Stop. Stop.” I did. “Run home. I told Leon I'd let you watch us if you were home when we arrived. So you better be home.” Was good to put a name to the face.

  “I haven't even ordered a car yet.”

  “I'll create a diversion. Give you plenty of time to get a cab or something.”

  “Diversion?”

  Lauren bunched her tits together and raised her right eyebrow.

  “Don't start the fun without me.”

  “No promises.”

  I quickly walked out of the ladies' room, eyes forward the whole way. I got a few odd glances out in the hall from men in line to take a piss. I strode right by them.

  It took a little longer to navigate through the crowded bar, but I finally made it outside and was lucky enough to grab a cab that was letting off a couple of college women. I'm sure they were gorgeous, but my mind was focused on what was about to happen at my house.

  Eros must have been smiling on me, because we hit every green light on the way home, and I arrived before my wife and her lover.

  I was sitting on the couch in the living room when they came in the front door. I was expecting them to be arm in arm, smooching and rubbing their hands all over each other's bodies. I had been worried about the neighbors, seeing my wife cavorting with a stranger. But they acted civilized when they came in, Lauren first, followed by Leon.

  Even though they were behaving themselves, if anyone we knew did see them entering our townhouse together, at ten o'clock at night, they still could have come to the wrong conclusion which was the right conclusion – my wife had taken a lover.

  Somehow the chance of getting caught added to the excitement.

  Lauren's dress was a little disheveled. The hem was pulled up to just under her ass cheeks. The zipper was pulled a quarter way down the front. Her lipstick was smudged. Her breasts weren't spilling out of the dress, but it was close.

  I'm sure the couple got warmed up in the hired car. I was hurt, but excited, sorry to have missed out on the show, but loving the fact my wife wasn't afraid to have fun.

  Lauren introduced Leon to me.

  “Nice to meet you.” Leon reach out to shake my hand. It felt odd, under the circumstances. His grip was strong, but he didn't over play it.

  “You need a drink, Leon? Ren?”

  “I'm more than lubed up already.”

  “I gotta pass as well. Promised the boss, I'd be back by midnight to help close down the bar.”

  “Then let's get to it.” I was surprised at how my wife had taken charge. For all the grief she gave me before Costa Rica, it was amazing how enthusiastic she was to share her body with another man.

  “Roger, lead the way.” I went first up to our bedroom. Lauren grabbed Leon's hand and eagerly pulled him up the stairs.

  “Honey, could you grabbed the CVS bag off the bathroom sink?”

  “Sure.” I figured my wife was talking to me, and not her lover.

  A box of condoms was inside the bag. The thought of protection hadn't crossed my mind, but then again a lot of my blood was trapped in my penis and I wasn't thinking straight. Lauren had planned ahead. She wasn't going to let anything stop our night of fun. If I had any notions Lauren was doing this just for my satisfaction – those were quickly forgotten.

  I was expecting to find my wife and her lover sharing a kiss or helping each other out of their clothes when I returned. Again, I was mistaken.

  Leon had pulled a chair from the corner and placed it at the foot of the bed. My wife was holding a few strands of cotton rope.

  “Honey? What's that for?”

  “Oh, sweetheart. You didn't think this was going to be like last time?”

  “Uhm.” I really hadn't thought about it at all.

  “Leon's going to tie you to that chair. We can't have you interrupting us.”

  “But. Why? I'll be good.” I didn't want to beg, but I knew I was. I could feel the humiliation spread, but surprisingly my cock was turning to steel.

  “Come on, honey. Admit you like the thought of being tied down. Unable to stop your wife's lover from taking what he wants.”

  I admitted nothing out loud. My erection, visible through my clothing, did the talking for me.

  “Plus, I don't want you playing with yourself. I'm going to need you hard for when you reclaim me.”

  I was starting to think Lauren had been doing some research behind my back. For his part, Leon was quiet. I could tell he really wanted to fuck my wife and didn't want to do or say anything to ruin his chances.

  “Do you trust me, Roger?”

  “Yes.” I answered without hesitation.

  “Remember. You said you'd do anything to make up for Costa Rica.”

  “Yes.” I drew out the word for a few seconds too long.

  “Well. Do this for me. I promise you'll love it.”

  I didn't doubt her. “Fine.” I acted reluctant, but the thought of restraints excited me. I sat down in the chair and put my arms behind my back. Leon tied the ropes. They were not very tight.

  He whispered to me that if I really needed to, I could pull my arms apart and the ropes would slide right off.

  “What did you say to him, Leon?”

  “Just how much I'm going to enjoy fucking you in front of him.”

  Lauren smiled. “Nice.”

  Leon winked at me. This game was getting fun.

  ***

  Leon walked over to my wife. She greeted him with open arms. They kissed and my heart broke. It was a truly loving kiss, full of affection and it astounded me. If I didn't know better, I'd swear they were long time lovers.

  The thought of my wife stepping out on me hurt, yet thrilled me. I shifted in my chair, my erection creating a tent in my pants. Lauren noticed my discomfort.

  “Oh, honey, we can't have you fidgeting. Let me help.”

  She came over and reached into my pants. She gave my cock a few strokes and pulled her hand out, leaving me in a painfully erect state, but my cock was at least pointing up and not at an awkward angle.

  Lauren rubbed her fingers together. A little bit of pre-cum had stuck to the tips. She brought her fingers to her mouth and touched her tongue.

  “Mmm.”

  She extended her hand to my face, offering me a taste. “Open up, darling.”

  More humiliation, yet I complied. She slid her fingers into my mouth and I licked off the tacky, salty drops from them. Tasting my own semen was not a problem for me. In fact, I found it mildly intoxicating. I'd kissed my wife many times after she'd given me head. I wasn't put off by a little bit of cum.

  Lauren smiled and leaned down to kiss me. “Having fun?”

  “Yeah.”
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  “So am I.”

  My wife turned her back to me, but stood in place. Leon was watching us, waiting for his chance to step in. I heard the zipper of Lauren's dress go down. I wanted to see what Leon saw, as she opened her dress up, revealing herself to her lover, but I could only see her back.

  Lauren let her dress fall to the floor into a puddle of blue cloth. She wore no bra. Leon's eyes grew big.

  “You have very lovely tits, Lauren.”

  “Thank you.” I'm sure Lauren blushed at this. No matter how confident she seemed, I'm sure standing naked, in front of a stranger, made her a little self-conscious. “They're nice, but not really that big.”

  “No. They're perfect for you.”

  I told her that a million times, but I think she liked hearing it from other men. Men not married to her. Men who didn't feel they might have to sugar-coat things.

  Lauren moved toward her dark lover, slowly – her hips swaying. She was extremely aroused, a shadow of wetness slowly spread across the crotch of her panties. While she walked toward him, my wife put her thumbs in the waistband and inched them down her hips.

  She looked so sexy. I wanted, no ached, to stroke my cock. I knew I could, but I found the willpower to resist. I didn't want to spoil the fun of the moment, by whipping out my cock and dispelling the illusion of my helplessness. Lauren was enjoying being in charge, free to explore her desires. I loved watching her and I knew sooner or later, I would get to experience the pleasure I was momentarily being denied.

  Lauren stepped in front of her handsome lover and finished removing her panties. She bent over at the waist, sticking her beautiful ass out in my direction. I got a nice view of her luscious pussy. I could tell by the aroma and the juices dripping down the side of her thighs she was just as aroused as I was, if not more.

  My wife was now fully nude, but Leon still had his clothes on. He started to rectify this, but Lauren reached out to stop him. “Allow me.”

  I could do nothing but watch as my wife unbuttoned his white work short and slid it off his shoulder. Leon had a swimmer's body. He was lean with well defined pecs and abs. I was jealous of his body and my wife gliding her hands up and down his chest didn't help.