by Matthew Lee
“I can't believe you're not furious.”
“I guess I should be but why? What's the point? I don't like that he drugged me, but you said yourself last night kind of set us free. We both now have a big part of who we are out in the open. We're still in love, closer, even. Why get mad? He's a bastard for tricking me but look at what he gave us. Look how alive we feel.”
“Oh my God you're amazing!” she said and hugged me tight.
The pregnancy test we bought needed a week after last coitus so we enjoyed a tense seven days. The day she took it we held our breath, only exhaling when the result showed negative. We fucked like animals right there in the bathroom. The reality of what we were testing for made us both insane with lust. Sometimes it was hard to imagine the encounter with Michelle and Tom really happened, but watching your wife urinate on a stick to see if she carried another man's baby sure made it real.
For the next six weeks Julie and I lived an amazing life; our intimacy was off the charts and we made love almost every night; during sex we talked dirty to each other about the things we'd done.
One Friday night I came home from work to discover Julie masturbating with a dildo about the size and shape of Tom. She was soaking wet. The toy gleamed. I wanted to strip and pounce on her but she told me no, sit and watch, I want only Tom tonight.
When she climaxed she shook the bedroom with her screams. I was hard as rock. After came back to earth she crawled next to me and held up the erect plastic cock next to my dick. He was larger in every way. Her face was coy as she told me to jack off into my hand. I came in less than two minutes and washed my load down the bathroom sink. My wife was becoming a master at this game.
The next morning Julie and I were on the patio under the misters enjoying a cup of coffee and the news. The scent of honeysuckle occasionally drifted by and the air held a hint of that brutal Vegas heat. I turned the page on my Kindle and realized she was staring at me and had been for a few minutes.
“I'm horny,” she said. I reached for the sleep button and started to head for the bedroom.
She touched my hand. Her eyes were mischievous.
“No, I'm horny,” she said again.
I sat back down. Understanding dawned. In all the hot-talk we'd shared over the past two months, never had we discussed how to make something similar happen again. The planets all aligned that night and it happened so easy and naturally. How do we make it happen again? My wife craved a cock other than mine and that was exciting and intimidating. I wondered if holding silicone Tom next to my penis last night was the finally straw for her. I know she longed for bigger.
I swallowed in a dry throat. “Let's shop for a new dress today and we can hit the club tonight. Good idea?”
“Not bad, but I have a better one.” Damn her mischievous eyes.
She slid Jacob's business card across the table at me. I tried swallowing again but my throat just stuck closed. I coughed. My body temperature soared. Julie chuckled.
I lifted the card, turning it over in my hands.
“You've been thinking about him lately?” I asked.
“A lot. You know why.”
Indeed I did. Jacob was even bigger than Tom.
“How do we do this?” I inquired.
She reached for her phone and began tapping out a text and then sat her phone down.
“What did you say?”
My wife tilted her face back to catch the morning sun. “I asked him what I could do to make the maximum amount of cash, and how much I would make doing it.”
“Oh. Wow.”
“Yeah.”
After a minute of silence her phone chimed. She read his reply. She laughed. I waited. She showed me.
“For you? Porn. $5,000 daily.”
Julie set her phone on the table. We regarded each other.
“No,” I stated flatly. She laughed again.
“I know, Baby, that's too much even for me. I want a connection to the guy, not just some asshole with a big dick.”
She keyed another text, speaking out loud as she typed; “Gross. What else do you have for me?”
He responded right away; “I sold your pics for top dollar so anything you want. Studio, tomorrow, one o'clock. No husband.”
I felt my face burn. “That sucks,” I said. “That's no fun for me. I'm a visual guy.”
“Think of it as being on the other side of the bedroom door,” she teased. “You know how to do it. Besides, it's a photography studio. I'll insist on lots of pictures to bring home.”
I felt my penis stir. I was still bothered by her 'connection to a guy' comment. She feels a connection to Creepy Jacob? She must have read the look in my eyes.
“What's the matter, Honey? Have you changed your mind? Do you want me to behave? Shall I be a sensible wife?”
“No, but what connection can you have to Jacob? I don't understand why you like that guy. He's a pervert. He takes advantage of young girls.”
She came around the table and sat on my lap.
“We owe him. You know that, right?”
I jerked my eyes up to hers. “What? Why?”
“Remember that day in the dressing room? The way he looked at me? That was the straw that broke the camel's back for me. I finally realized, after all those years of rejection, men wanted me, and not just ugly men but hot men, successful men, wealthy men with big cocks that could have any girl they wanted and yet had eyes only for me.”
Oh.
She went on, “Because of him our conversation that night happened. Because of our conversation, we went out dancing. Because we went out our night with Tom happened, and here we are. Jacob is so sexy. I've seen him naked and he's seen me naked and that feels like intimacy to me, like we've already shared something. His cock looks bigger than Tom's and Tom's drove me insane. I can't begin to describe how intense it feels to have a man that large and that hard inside you. Jacob's body is in better shape too.”
My penis was starting to stiffen and I knew she felt it against her leg.
“Jacob is sexier than Tom,” she added. “Jacob exudes sex; the way he moves, his muscles, his hard ass, his eyes, his mind. Tom is handsome but had an arrogance and distance about him. Jacob is smitten by me. I can see it in his eyes; he adores me, lusts after me like crazy. He wants me badly.”
She slipped a hand into my shorts and squeezed my erection.
“Honestly, Love, I think I know what he'll do to me. I see his caged passion and I recklessly want to set it free. I don't expect you to understand completely. I think it's more a woman thing; men see us and desire us and we want them to, some men anyway. I love being desired by men.”
Her phone chimed again. She released my dick and left my lap. She read the message.
“No fucking way,” she breathed. She read it again and lowered her phone. “Jacob says there's another choice. He didn't offer it because he was sure I wouldn't be interested. He says there's a king-size bed in a storeroom at the studio. He sometimes shoots live-feed sex shows for his online porn site. Members pay a fee and log-in to watch the performance. He'll give me five thousand dollars to fuck him live on the Internet.”
My jaw almost hit the table.
“You're a visual guy,” my wife reminded me. “At least you'll get to watch.”
Julie replied she'd do it. Jacob was ecstatic. He asked for a week to advertise the event and a date set for next Saturday night at nine. The show started at ten but he wanted her there an hour early to go over logistics.
Julie set her phone on the table with trembling hands.
“Oh my God!” she squealed, kicking her feet. She picked her phone back up and fired off one last quick message and slapped her phone down again. I raised an eyebrow.
“I told him I've thought about him since that day in the dressing room. I said I loved how big he was. I told him I think he's sexy. I asked for a picture of his penis erect to whet my appetite all week.”
She sat on her hands. I was uncomfortably hard. Her phone chimed. Sh
e lit the screen and pressed a few buttons. Her eyes narrowed and then grew wide.
“Holy shit!” she cried, laughing. She stared at the screen for another minute, absentmindedly touching her lips, scrutinizing the image. She handed the phone to me.
Jacob held his hard, thick, vein-laced cock with his fist at the base. His fingers did not meet on the other side. His large shaved ball sack rested on the chair between his legs. His shaft held space for at least two more fists above the first.
I was totally and completely intimidated. This was not a spontaneous event Julie and I got swept-up in and carried along by. This was premeditated, pre-calculated, intentional infidelity. My wife was going off to fuck another man without me. Our marriage felt incidental. The urge to tell her no was growing in me and it was fueled by her admission she felt a connection with him. True, I was hard, but I was frightened. I was jealous. I was insecure.
“What if I said no?” I blurted.
Julie's face froze but then softened. I saw understanding and empathy in her eyes. She stroked my hair. “Then I would cancel, Sweetheart.”
She picked up her phone.
“Would you be angry? Would you hold it against me?”
“Not at all. I know our arrangement isn't fair to you so I'll take whatever you allow me. I don't want to hurt you, David.”
She opened the text conversation.
“Don't,” I said. “Not yet. Give me time to think about all this. It happened so fast.”
“Okay, Honey, let me know what you want to do.”
I stared at the table top but from the corner of my eye saw Julie ogle Jacob's photo again.
The subject did not come up again all day. That night Julie and I made love soft and slow. She is so incredibly beautiful; her soft hair surrounded her high cheek bones and full lips. Her big hazel eyes gazed up at me and I saw how much emotional damage I could do to her if she lost me. She made sure I knew she was mine.
The next day we puttered around the house and watched Fight Club in the evening. When the film ended Julie slipped her head under the blanket and sucked me until I shot down her throat. My powerful orgasm wiped me out and I silently thanked Tom for teaching her she had to do that.
She moved up and curled under my arm. Everything seemed fine, but I knew it wasn't. The air held expectation. I was being the petty, jealous husband and I knew it. I'd watched Tom repeatedly fuck her and fill her with cum. Why draw the line now? I felt small-minded and immature. She was genuinely being the bigger person and I hated that I couldn't be. Did I care about what she wanted? I was a selfish child. My neck burned. Better to hand her over to Jacob for one night and live with the consequences than go on like this. If next Saturday came and went without Julie meeting Jacob, I would feel like shit the rest of my life. I couldn't bear to be that guy. She would never say a word but I know her disappointment would be huge. I decided to say something before I turned coward again.
“Jules, Baby, you can go next Saturday.” I couldn't even say his name.
Julie squealed and hugged me fiercely. She sat up and clapped her hands.
“Thank you so much, David. You don't need to worry, Honey, he won't steal me away from you.” She kissed my lips.
By Tuesday I was anxious. By Thursday I was manic. Almost every night I had dreams of Jacob slow fucking my wife and instead of turning me on they made me sick.
Because I am a masochist, on Friday morning as we got ready for work I asked her to tell me more about how she felt about Jacob. I was desperate to try anything to make myself feel better and I thought if I knew her mind more clearly the fear would diminish.
“He's intense,” she began. “He has intelligent eyes but listening to him talk in the studio that day confirmed he's smart. He's really handsome; like movie-star handsome. His bright blue eyes kill me. I know he's had a million girls but I don't care. That makes him even more attractive. Usually that's a turn-off but not with him. I love that he can have any girl he wants and he picks me.”
Julie was drying off after her shower and I imagined her body in Jacob's arms. It hurt. I saw her dainty pussy lips, covered in neat and closely trimmed pubic hair, disappear into Jacob's ravenous mouth. I heard her cries of ecstasy as his tongue split her open and wormed deeper. She'd worked out harder after our encounter with Tom and Michelle and her body was now absolute perfection. Her big breasts naturally thrust out and up and I knew Jacob would devour the small puffy nipples that topped them. His hands would run up those strong, shapely legs and cup that firm, bubble butt.
Everywhere and every time he touched her, my wife would respond with soft moans filled with deep longing. Most men never know when their wives are hot for another man. They fool themselves into thinking it doesn't happen. I envied them. Not only did I know but I also knew in detail why she wanted him, and I'd seen the impressive cock he'd be using to fuck her. For the hundredth time in the last few days I thought again about calling it off and just living with the repercussions. Julie would get over it. I wouldn't but Julie would. I shook my head and returned to what she was saying.
“His body is so manly. I know I'm still a girl in many ways and my body shows that, like my nipples for example. Your body does too; your chest is almost hairless and you still have some baby-fat. Everything about Jacob's body screams adult male. He's a Man. Most of all I love his big, swinging dick. Holy fuck that thing makes me hot. It's like all his masculinity is concentrated into one object.”
We finished dressing and said our goodbyes. At work I was a distracted mess and made several mistakes. I finally concentrated, pushing all thoughts of Julie and Jacob out of my head, and finished the day strong. As I left the office, Julie text me to meet her at Georgina's, one of our favorite Italian restaurants, for dinner.
As they showed us to our booth, almost every head turned to look at her. I was so proud she was with me. Growing up I never expected to land a girl like her. She wore a simple black and white knee-length dress with her hair pulled back into a pony-tail. She wore no make-up. None of that mattered. Her undeniable beauty was natural.
We were halfway through dessert when I noticed she was looking at me.
“What?”
She leaned in, speaking in hushed conspiratorial tones. “Tomorrow is the big day!”
Her face was lit with excitement, her eyes sparkled. “I was thinking,” she continued. “We didn't have sex last night or the night before. I think we should skip sex tonight too. I will be practically virginal when Jacob gets his hands on me. There will be no trace of you to detect. I want you but just think how hot you'll be when I get home. You'll tear me apart!”
I smiled and agreed. Honestly, I wondered if I'd even get hard tonight. My anxiety was sky-high. We finished our meal and drove home separately.
My fears of impotence were unfounded. Julie came out of the bathroom wearing a sheer black baby-doll. She was freshly showered and ready for bed. I took one look at her and my penis swelled faster and harder than it ever had before. I remembered this outfit from Victoria's Secret but she'd not worn it since. She stood at the foot of the bed and turned slightly side to side.
“You like?” she teased.
“Like? Are you fucking kidding me? I love it! Baby, you look sexier every day!”
She grabbed the covers and yanked them back, revealing my hard on.
“Did I do that?” she asked.
I lunged for her but she jumped back out of reach.
“No touching,” she reminded me. “If you're a good boy, I'll show you my surprise for Jacob. Do you promise to behave?”
I settled against the headboard. Julie leaned her back against the bedroom wall and spread her legs about shoulder width apart. My eyes ate her alive; that young ripe body, bursting with sexual vitality was too much to take. She kept her eyes glued to mine as she reached a hand to the little black bow that kept her panties tied to her hips. She pulled the ribbon and the triangle of black lace curled away. She untied the other side and the material fell forward, exp
osing her tiny bare mound.
She'd shaved herself utterly hairless. Her little bald mons gleamed at me, tight skin shiny and fresh. Hairless, I saw how small she really was. Tom may have been in Heaven but Jacob would lose his mind. Hot jealousy seared my guts. She'd done it for him. I'd mentioned it many times over the years but she said she never would, because only sluts did that.
She giggled and I realized I'd been staring. How many minutes just passed? I looked up and she laughed.
“Baby,” I breathed, my voice carrying every ounce of desire I felt for her. “You are seriously the sexiest woman on earth.”
Her chest heaved a little as she drew a deep breath. Her lips parted. “Go on,” she croaked.
I closed my fingers around my hard penis and stroked. “You’re strong and sleek body is flawless. Your sweet face is angelic. You possess not a drop of arrogance yet have every reason to be arrogant. You have a face graced by God and a body crafted by the Devil himself. Jacob will be crushed. Jacob is about to get hit by a train.”
She lifted a hand and untied the bow at her shoulder. Half her baby-doll fell away exposing a firm breast and flat abs. Her left hand cupped the breast still covered and the right sought her naked clit. Her deep breathing increased.
“Tell me more. Tell me about Jacob. God, Baby, I want him so much. What will he be thinking and feeling when he sees me?”
It stung, I won't lie.
“First he'll just stop and stare at you, unable to believe his great fortune. He'll silently congratulate himself for taking a chance that day at the mall. He'll want to touch you immediately but he's a little older so he'll probably be able to restrain himself so he can drink you in and never forget that moment.”
She pinched a nipple and rubbed her clit faster. I stroked faster too.
“The front of his pants will bulge. Aroused blood will flow and he'll balloon rapidly. His mind will scream at him to rip your clothes off and take you. I don't know how long he'll be able to hold out.”
