Allie visited the next weekend. Her marriage from Tony had lasted only a year. It seemed she wasn’t happy with domestication. She was too much a free spirit. She wanted to be Allie Oh-La-La. She said she never wanted to marry again. Two tries were enough. She wanted to be out there, playing the field. Serial monogamy, she called it. So after her divorce, she moved to LA. She opened her own marketing firm. Now she partied with movie stars and movie wannabees. She was having the time of her life.
Jen and Allie hadn’t seen each other in almost a year. Allie couldn’t get enough of Anna. Allie was Anna’s godmother and there was already a special bond growing between the two.
But Allie also wanted to party. She was single again and craving NYC’s nightlife. She was bringing Jen along of course, as her wingman. Jen was excited to go. Since moving to Montclair, we rarely went into the City. Well, I went every day, to work. But Jen’s life was confined to the burbs. She loved our community and the slower, family life of the suburbs, but I could tell she was excited to spend an evening partying with her BFF.
I watched Anna as the girls got ready for their night out. My eyes opened wide when Allie walked down the stairs. She looked great with her long, reddish-brown hair brushed out, black dress and high heels. “You look great Allie,” I told her. It was the truth. I’d known her since college. She was beautiful then, and was still beautiful.
“Wait til you see your wife,” Allie said, grinning at me. She went to play with Anna while I waited for Jen to appear.
A moment later Jen walked down the stairs. My mouth opened wide. Jen was stunning! Her blonde hair had become wavier since becoming a mother. Maybe because she didn’t have as much time to brush it out. Tonight though she had straightened it. The straight hair gave her a chic, sophisticated look. And it made her hair longer. Normally her hair barely touched her shoulders (she had a practical “mom-bob”). But straightened, it went past her shoulders.
To go along with the chic look, Jen’s makeup was heavier than normal. And her lips. She had naturally full, pouty lips, but with the glossy red lipstick, it was hard not to stare at her lips. She looked so gorgeous!
But it was what she was wearing that really threw me for a loop. Like Allie, she was wearing a “little back dress.” But Jen’s dress was practically scandalous. It hugged her curves, and ended high up her knees. I couldn’t remember the last time Jen had showed so much leg.
Then I did remember. It was back before Anna. When we were playing the game. When she was in a heavy relationship with Scott. This was the kind of dress Jen wore for Scott all the time.
Jen gave me a cautious look as I stared at the way she was dressed. “Too much?” she asked me. “I’m sorry. Allie made me wear it. I’ll go change.”
Jen turned to go back upstairs to change but I grabbed her hand. “I think you look fantastic,” I told her. “I doubt you’ll have to buy any drinks tonight,” I joked.
“Well …,” Jen said. She was looking at me, like trying to see into my head.
I looked down at her feet. It wasn’t just the tiny black dress, she was also wearing high heels. 4 inch stiletto high heels. When was the last time she wore high heels?
As if reading my thoughts, she grinned at me and said “Can’t actually run after Anna in high heels.”
I grinned back at her. “Think you can still walk in them, after so long?” I joked.
“Oh I think so,” Jen said, a sly smile on her pretty face. “Dance in them too.”
I looked at her. She was planning on dancing. With men. For a moment I imagined Jen in a club. With her pretty face and tight sexy body, and in that dress, she’d be very popular with men around her all night. Hungry men. Wanting a piece of the pretty blonde chick. The married girl, super hot and out for a night of fun without her husband.
“I want you to have fun tonight,” I whispered to her, my voice low so Allie couldn’t hear. “You’re a single girl tonight. Enjoy yourself.”
Jen tilted her head at me and gave me a curious grin. “Single girl huh?” she said. “I’m just going to be Allie’s wingman.”
“You think she’s planning to get laid tonight?” I asked with a grin.
“I wouldn’t be surprised,” Jen said with a laugh.
I thought of asking “Are you planning to get laid too?” But I didn’t. It was too soon for that. And I wasn’t sure if I wanted to ask. If I wanted to push us back in that direction.
“I’ll be thinking about you tonight,” I told her, smiling into her eyes.
“Good. That’s how it should be,” Jen said. She was all smiles, clearly pleased. Then she leaned close and whispered into my ear, “Maybe I’ll do something worth thinking about.”
My heart stopped and my stomach rolled over. Jen giggled seeing my face. She squeezed my hand, and then went over to see Anna.
We took pictures with my phone. Jen with Allie. And then Jen with me. In the high heels, she was almost my height. She turned to me and kissed me on the cheek. That’s the picture that Allie took.
Their uBer arrived, and I was left to take care of a very active pre-schooler. The next 2 hours were devoted completely to Anna. I didn’t have a moment to think about anything else.
With Anna down, I was finally able to think about Jen. The first thing I did was check my phone. There were texts from my wife.
TinyDancer: omg this is so good. wish you were here to try it
Under the text was a picture of some pasta dish. It DID look good. A lot better than the left over pizza I had for dinner.
TinyDancer: one drink and im tipsy, so out of practice
There was another picture. A selfie of Jen. Her eyes were blurry and her cheeks flushed. I knew that look. She was definitely tipsy. But she looked happy. She was having fun. I was glad. Being a devoted, 24/7 stay at home mom, she deserved a fun night out.
So far the texts were completely innocent. Just a wife giving her husband updates on her girls’ night out. Then a new text arrived and my pulse quickened.
TinyDancer: going to a club to dance
I texted back.
Hunka: have fun
TinyDancer: i will. wish you were here
I wished I was there too. But did I really? The excitement I was feeling … the agony of waiting while my wife was partying without me … it was so delicious! I had missed it!
There were no texts for over an hour. Then a new one came in.
TinyDancer: having so much fun!
Hunka: with men?
TinyDancer: lol who else?
TinyDancer: her too!
TinyDancer: pervert lol <smiley face>
Hunka: Hot men?
TinyDancer: <smiley face>
I stared at her non-answer. I waited for her to elaborate but there was nothing. For the next 3 hours there was nothing.
I couldn’t sleep. When the clock approached 1AM I started getting worried. 1AM? We were never out at 1AM. But that was now. Back when we were playing the game, 1AM was early for Jen. Most nights she stayed over at Scott’s place. To fuck him all night long. Then fuck him again in the morning, before finally returning home to me.
My heart quickened thinking about those times. I remembered Jen finally getting home, exhausted, carrying her high heels in her hand and looking freshly fucked. I remembered making love to her after. She always smelled like Scott after being with him. His masculine smell on her body, her cologne in her hair. Sometimes she had hickeys on her neck. Sometimes marks on her breasts. And her pussy … after being with Scott she was always sore, her pussy lips puffy and red. And she was always loose. And wet. My smaller cock would slip into her with no resistance, and it was like my dick was swimming in a pool of his sperm.
I clenched my eyes shut. Those times had been incredibly hot. But so much pain too. She spent a lot of time with Scott. Whenever she wasn’t with me, it felt like I was missing a part of me. Like missing my right hand. Or more like missing my heart. It hurt when she was gone. And then there was that time she lived with Scott in Michigan. I hardly saw her at all. That was the worst time of my life. That is, until we divorced. That was much worse.
Then Jen opened our bedroom door and she was standing there. I’d been so caught up in my thoughts I didn’t hear her come into the house.
I bolted up from the bed and rushed to her. I pulled her into my arms. She felt good. She smelled good. I smelled her perfume, and the vanilla-strawberry scent of her shampoo. I also detected “bar smells” – beer and smoke. But I didn’t smell another man on her. Was I relieved? Or disappointed?
“Have fun?” I asked her.
“So much fun,” she said to me, a tired smile on her pretty face. She was tired and tipsy. I helped her undress. As I unzipped her dress, she reached down and rubbed my cock. I was hard. I’d been hard all night.
“Is this for me?” she said huskily. I looked at her face. She had a major cum face on. I kissed her hard, open mouth, my tongue exploring her. She kissed me back. We stumbled onto the bed.
I got Jen’s dress off, then her bra and panties. “Leave the heels on, okay?” I told her. She nodded to me, pulling me to kiss her again. It had been a long time since I fucked Jen with high heels on.
I’d been ready for bed so I was only wearing boxers. She pushed them down my legs and she pushed her tongue into my mouth. I moved down her body, kissing and fondling her breasts and nipples. Then her sexy flat stomach. Then I was at her pussy. Jen had a bush now. She trimmed it. But not regularly. It was hard being a sex goddess when you were the mother of an active 2 year old.
I didn’t care about the hair. Her pussy was still as sexy to me as ever. I kinda liked it too. It proved she was a natural blonde.
I went down on her. She was so wet! I excitedly lapped it all up, thinking about how she got so wet. I’m good at eating pussy, and I worked all my magic on her. Soon she was clutching at the sheets. As she came she was about to scream, so I clamped my hand over her mouth. The last thing I wanted was for Anna to wake up.
Jen panted as she came down from her orgasm. “You’re so fucking good at that,” she said between pants. Then suddenly she was on top of me. She pushed me onto my back and straddled my thighs. The smooth stiff leather of her high heels pressed against my thighs. She guided my cock into her.
Then she fucked me. She fucked me hard, her pouty lips parted and her eyes closed. She was fantasizing about something. About someone. She rubbed her clit against my pubic bone, and then she added her hand to the mix, rapidly flicking her fingers over her clit. Jen came again, lurching over towards me as her orgasm hit.
Somehow I hadn’t cum yet. I don’t know how I lasted that long. Maybe because I wanted her to tell me something about tonight.
I rolled Jen onto her back, so now we were doing missionary. I fucked her slow. Jen’s legs were over mine and I felt the stilettos of her high heels dig into my calves. I loved feeling that!
“I’m almost there,” I told her, my voice strained.
Jen kissed me. “Cum baby,” she urged me.
“Tell me something about tonight,” I said. “Did you dance with lots of men?”
“Oh yeah, lots. It was so much fun.”
“Were you bad?”
“Not too bad,” Jen said with a giggle.
“So you WERE bad?”
“What?” I said. “Tell me.”
“The club was fun,” Jen said. “We got an uBer home, but Allie wanted to party more. So we stopped at another bar. Champions I think. In Verona. Mike, we ran into Cam!”
“Cam?” I asked. “The guy from your gym?”
“Yes, the guy I work out with,” Jen said.
“What happened? He flirt with you?”
“Mike …,” Jen began. “Cam tried to kiss me.”
I grunted and lurched as I came.
When I woke up the sun was shining through the window. I bolted up as my head cleared. Anna! Where was Anna?!
I threw on some clothes. I ran to her room. Not there. Then I hurried downstairs. I stopped, seeing Anna watching TV and humming along to her favorite character, Elmo. She was okay. My panic subsided.
Then I heard voices. It was Jen and Allie, sipping coffee. I was surprised they were up so early, after dancing all night. I was about to join them when I heard Allie say “Cam.” The lust filled conversation with Jen came back to me. I quietly sat on the stairs, listening.
Allie: “You’re right, Cam is a hottie. How’s he in bed?”
Jen: “How would I know?”
Allie: “Come on. I know you know something.”
Jen (smiling and whispering conspiratorially): “Erin says he’s freaking incredible.”
Jen: “We do yoga together.”
Allie: “So they’re a thing?”
Jen (with a shrug): “More like a fling. She’s married. I’ve met her husband. Tom. He’s nice.”
Allie (grinning): “I’m thinking about seeing him tonight.”
Jen: “Cam? Where? The bar?”
Allie: “Where else? Yes, his bar.”
Jen (pursing her lips): “This is your last night. We’re going to Anna’s favorite restaurant.”
Allie: “I know. I mean after.”
Jen: “I thought we’d hang out. It’s your last night.”
Allie (with a knowing grin): “You don’t want me to see your Cam.”
Jen (with a frown): “He’s not my anything. I don’t care if you see him. I’m just saying it’s your last night.”
Anna called for Allie, ending their conversation. I crept back upstairs. My dick was hard. I waited, thinking of possible free agent pitchers and outfielders for the Mets, trying to get my erection to go down. Finally I went downstairs. “Dada!” Anna squealed, squirming from Allie’s grasp and running to me.
“The dead awakens,” Allie joked with a smirk at me.
“Hey sleepyhead,” Jen said, smiling at me. I was holding Anna. She leaned into me, hugging both of us. She kissed me, and then Anna.
“You’re up early,” I said. “I thought you’d be hungover after last night.”
“My stomach’s a little queasy but I’m okay,” Jen said. She kissed me again. “I let you sleep in cause you’re such a good guy.”
“So Cam’s freaking incredible in bed,” I whispered, a sly smile on my face. I emphasized “freaking” to let her know I’d heard what she said.
Jen hesitated like I caught her being bad. Then she saw the smile on my face. “How much did you hear?” she whispered back.
“Some,” I whispered. She saw the excitement on my face.
“Allie, can you watch Anna for a minute?” she said calling over her shoulder as she tugged me upstairs to our bedroom.
“Sure,” Allie said. “Come here Anna banana.”
“Aunty Allie!” Anna squealed, toddling over to her godmother.
In our bedroom, Jen stripped off her pajamas. I took a moment to look at her. Working out was really making a difference with her body. Her slim arms and long, lovely legs were more toned. Her stomach was flat and taut. Her ass tight. But motherhood had given her more curves. Her hips and ass were softer. Her breasts were a little bigger, although still perky with upturned nipples (and they still qualified as “tiny tits”). The result was, my wife was sexier and more desirable now than ever before.
“Are you coming?” Jen asked, holding her hand out to me. “We don’t have much time.”
I took off my clothes and got into bed with her. “We went to a new club. Mehanata,” she told me, continuing her story from last night. “I think that’s how they pronounce it. It’s Bulgarian and has a gypsy vibe. I guess that’s the thing now because it was packed. It’s got a wicked vodka ice room. There was a huge line in the front but Allie has a client who knows someone, so we got on the list and went to the front.”
I nodded impatiently. These details were interesting – the kind a loving wife would tell her husband after a girls’s night out -- but not the spicy details I wanted to hear. “Tell me what happened,” I said impatiently.
Jen giggled. “We found space at the bar. Guys came up to Allie and flirted. I was her wingman so I flirted too.
“Maybe the other way around,” I suggested. Allie was pretty, but Jen was prettier. I’m biased of course. And I admit it probably depends on whether you prefer blonde and leggy versus brunette and curvy.
“Maybe,” Jen admitted. “But I had these on.” She held up her left hand showing her wedding and engagement rings.
Jen was playing coy. She knew as well as me that men – especially men that attracted her -- saw a wedding ring as a challenge, not a deterrent. We both learned that before, while playing our game.
“So what happened?”
“Honestly, nothing happened,” Jen said. “It was fun, but too crowded. I couldn’t breathe. One guy I danced with, we went into the ice room. That’s where they have their special vodkas. He saw I was cold so he put his arm around me.”
I imagined my wife in that tiny black dress, with a man’s arm around her.
“Were you attracted to him?” I asked.
“Well … he was older,” Jen said. “He had salt and pepper hair. Slicked back. And he had a beard.” As she said that she scratched my beard under my chin. “He was kinda hot.” Then she added “He asked for my number.”
My eyes went wide. “Did you give it to him?” I asked excitedly.
“No Mike,” Jen said with a laugh.
I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or disappointed.
“So later Cam tried to kiss you?”
“Yes,” Jen said, her laugh turning into flushed cheeks.
“You just happened to go to his bar?” I asked dubiously.
“I swear to god Mike I didn’t know,” Jen swore. “I knew he bartended, but there are a kazillion bars. We were literally passing a random bar and Allie told the uBer driver to stop. It was a sports bar. Champions. I’d never noticed it. I was shocked when I saw Cam.”
“But pleased to,” I said, grinning at her.
“Well …,” Jen said, grinning back.
“So what happened?”
“His bar wasn’t too crowded,” Jen said. “A guy started flirting with Allie. So I talked to Cam.”
“Talked or flirted?” I asked, still grinning at her.
“Yes,” Jen said grinning back at me. “It was different in the bar instead of the gym. In the gym we’re 2 people working out. But in a bar it’s a guy and girl talking. You’re know?”
“Yes,” I said, nodding my head. I understood. The main point of a gym was to exercise. In a bar, the whole point was meeting other people.
“But Allie wants to hook up with Cam tonight,” I said.
“You heard that?” Jen asked. When I nodded, she said “Can’t blame her. Cam’s a lot hotter than Brian.”
“The guy she danced with last night,” Jen told me. “Brian’s cute, but Cam’s gorgeous.”
I was breathing hard. It was hard getting re-accustomed to my wife talking about other men with such interest and enthusiasm. For the last 3 years she rarely talked about other men, much less describing them as cute, gorgeous and hot.
Jen seemed to read my thoughts. “Are you sure this isn’t bothering you?” she asked, a look of concern on her face.
“I’m good,” I assured her. Yes it was bothering me. But in a good way. “Then what happened?”
“Cam told me he thinks I have nice legs,” Jen said with a grin.
“What else did he say?”
“He said I have nice hair,” Jen said. “And he liked my dress.”
“He’s use to seeing you with your hair up and in workout clothes,” I said. “Sweaty after working out.”
“Yes,” Jen said.
“But now he sees you with your hair down, make up and a tiny dress,” I said.
Jen nodded her pretty head.
“You were showing a lot of leg?” I asked.
“It was impossible not to in that dress,” Jen said. “I was sitting on a bar stool.”
I slowly nodded. I imagined my wife with her legs crossed, the black skirt hiked up, showing off her long lovely legs. “Did he touch you?” I asked, my heart pounding. “Did he touch your legs?”
“He might’ve put his hand on my knee,” Jen said teasingly. “You know, when we were talking.”
“Did he keep his hand on your knee?”
“Mike I wouldn’t let him do that,” Jen said seriously. “I pushed his hand away. I told him I’m not on the market.”
Jen’s words took me aback. “That’s what you said, not on the market?”
“You should’ve said you’re OFF the market,” I told her.
“There’s a difference?” Jen said looking confused.
“Yes! ‘Off the market’ means you’re with someone. It means you have a serious boyfriend, a husband. ‘Not on the market’ is too vague. Maybe you’re with someone, or maybe you aren’t, or maybe you are but not serious. They’re fundamentally different.”
“Okay,” Jen said. She was looking at me like I was crazy. With a confused smile, she said “You know, you’re the king of mixed signals. You’ve always been that way.”
I knew she was right. I wanted something to happen, yet I didn’t want anything to happen. In a low voice, I said “I’m just saying, you need to understand the difference between off the market and not on the market. They’re as different as black and white.”
“Oooookay. Got it for next time,” Jen said, tapping her head and grinning at me. The way she was grinning at me, I felt foolish.
“So …,” I said, prompting to hear more.
“So, when he tried to kiss me …,” Jen said, continuing her story.
“Yes,” I said, the tone of my voice telling her this is what I wanted to hear.
“One of his beers went out. Allie was dancing. So Cam asked me if I wanted to keep him company while he changed in a new keg downstairs.”
I looked at her. “So you went with him?” I asked.
“But you knew he’d try something.”
“So why’d you go?”
“Well …,” she began. “I guess I was wondering if he was really attracted to me. He’s way younger, 25 I think, and totally hot. He could have any girl he wanted. So why me? I’m older, I’m married, I’m a mom.”
“You wanted to see if he’d make a pass at you,” I said, completing her thought.
“Well, also, I didn’t have a good story for you yet,” Jen said with a mischievous grin at me.
“So you did it for me?” I asked.
“Honestly, that was a big part of it,” Jen said. “And I was curious. So anyways, I watched him change the keg. It was really impressive Mike. He lifted the new keg – I can’t imagine how much it weighed – he picked it up like it was nothing. Then when he was done I started back up the stairs. But he grabbed my wrist. He pushed me against the wall. Then he kissed me.”
“Last night you said he TRIED to kiss you,” I said.
“Well … he kissed me,” Jen told me.
“Is that all?”
“He grabbed my ass,” Jen admitted.
“Did you kiss him back?” I excitedly asked.
“Yes,” Jen admitted with an impish smile. “A little. Then I pushed him away. I told him it was a mistake.”
“So he stopped?”
“He tried to kiss me again,” Jen said. “But I stopped him. I told him again I was married.”
“Then you went back upstairs?”
“We talked a little.”
“He asked about you,” Jen said. “I told him your name is Mike. You work on Wall Street. That I love you. I told him again the kiss was a mistake.”
I stared at her. Last night, my wife kissed another man. “How was it?” I asked. It was hard to talk because my throat was dry. “When he kissed you.”
“It was … nice,” Jen said. “He can really kiss.”
This whole time while she told me the story, we were on our sides, naked, looking at each other. I rolled her onto her back and got on top of her. “I need you,” I told her.
“I figured as much,” Jen said with a giggle.
I got between her legs. She reached between us and guided me into her. She groaned as I entered her. “Oh god Mike’s you’re so freaking hard!” she moaned.
“I won’t last long,” I warned as I moved in and out.
Jen’s hand darted between our bodies. “Just give me a minute,” she said, closing her eyes. As I moved in and out of her pussy, she rapidly rubbed her clit. Her eyes were closed. I knew she was fantasizing about Cam. The knowledge she was fantasizing about another man while I fucked her inflamed me. It pushed me closer to the edge.
Jen sensed I was close. “Just a minute Mike,” she pleaded with a desperate, whispered voice. “I’m almost there.”
Somehow I managed to hold off. With her eyes still closed, Jen parted her lips and slowly rolled her head back, softly moaning as she came. Then I let myself go. I rammed into her hard, once, twice, and on the third time I came, shooting my cum into her.
Afterwards we hurriedly dressed. There was only so long we could leave Anna with Allie. As we were about to go downstairs, I grabbed Jen’s wrist and pushed her against the wall. “So you’re keeping Cam for yourself?” I asked her.
Jen gave me a crooked grin. “You wish,” she said with a smile in her voice. “He’s not my Cam,” she said, repeating what she told Allie before.
“Then why are you cock-blocking Allie?” I asked, grinning at her.
“I’m not --,” Jen began, looking shocked. Then her shock turned into a smile and she laughed.
Later Jen told Allie it was fine if she wanted to go see Cam after dinner. They’d have time to catch up tomorrow morning before her flight.
That night in bed, Jen grinned at me and said “So you’re happy I didn’t cock block Allie?”
“You’re not jealous she’s probably gonna have sex with him?” I asked.
“Probably?” Jen said with a laugh. “No Mike, I’m not jealous.” Then she looked at me with a grin and asked, “Do you wish it was me with Cam instead of Allie?”
“Do you wish it was you?” I asked back.
“That’s not how the truth serum works,” Jen said, still grinning at me.
“I haven’t taken any,” I said.
“Ha ha. Okay …,” Jen said, conceding the point. “But do we really need truth serum for this conversation?”
I hesitated, processing her words. I took a moment to look at my beautiful wife. She was wearing the white nighty I bought her. Back when she was with Scott, she wore a silk camisole to bed. When we got back together, it seemed forced for her to go back to wearing my old frat t-shirt. This was especially true since it took baby-steps for us to reconnect again. And also my old t-shirt was getting ratty anyway. So, I bought her a nighty. It was soft cotton and trimmed in lace. It was short, barely reaching her mid-thigh. I bought her a new one each Valentine’s day and she always wore it to bed.
She was wearing it now, and the way she was laying in bed, the hem barely covered her pussy. Her long, fabulous legs were completely on display, and I reached down and put my hand on her exposed thigh. She was more toned now from working out, and I could feel the taut muscles under her soft perfect skin. She was tanned from sitting out by our pool, and I could almost smell the lemon juice she always squeezed into her hair while sunbathing, to lighten her blonde hair.
“Is this where Cam touched you?” I asked.
“Not that high,” Jen said. She moved my hand down until my hand cupped her knee. “Here,” she said.
“You think Cam’s fucking Allie right now?” I asked.
“Maybe,” Jen said. “Probably.”
“So you say Cam’s fit?”
“He is,” Jen said. “More than fit actually.”
“Is he … well endowed?” I asked.
“Well I don’t have personal knowledge,” Jen said with a teasing smile in her voice. “But I think so. Erin says so.”
“The girl you do yoga with,” I said. “Her husband’s Tom. She had an affair with Cam.”
“You heard a lot this morning,” Jen said. With a grin she added “Spying on me?”
I smiled back and nodded. “What’s her story?” I asked.
“I don’t know really,” Jen said. “I don’t know her well. She’s about my age. She stays home too. She’s really pretty. She really loves Tom. She doesn’t talk about him a lot, but when she does, I can tell.”
“But she had an affair with Cam?”
“I heard her talking to another girl,” Jen explained. “She said Cam’s an incredible lover and huge. I guess I’ll know for sure after tonight.”
“Allie will tell you,” I said.
“Of course she will.”
I traced my fingertips up Jen’s inner thigh. The sensation made her shudder. I reached her panties. They were damp. “Are you wet talking about Cam?” I asked her.
Jen smirked, like it was a ridiculous idea. But then she said “The other day, I was lifting on the bench and Cam was spotting me. He was wearing loose shorts and I could see up the leg. He wasn’t wearing underwear so I saw his cock. He looked big.”
“So you do have first hand knowledge,” I said.
“Ha ha. Yeah, sorta,” Jen said with a grin. “He caught me looking. He put the bar on my chest so I couldn’t move. It didn’t hurt, he was holding most of the weight, but I couldn’t move. It was only for a few seconds but I was still looking up his leg. He said ‘you like what you see?’”
“Wow,” I said.
“Yeah, wow,” Jen said back.
“So he’s an aggressive ass. Just your type,” I said. I said it like a joke, but I wasn’t joking. I knew Jen’s type, and Cam sounded like it.
“Ha ha. Well …,” Jen said with a laugh, her voice trailing off.
“He’s constantly flirting with me,” she said. “And he’s always at the gym when I’m there. He knows I work out after dropping off Anna. I think he plans to be there when I’m there.”
I slowly nodded, taking this all in. This was more than a casual flirtation. Cam was targeting my wife. He was working hard to get into her pants.
“You waited a long time to tell me,” I said. I was lightly caressing her inner thigh just below her panties.
“It actually hasn’t been going on that long,” Jen said. “Just a few weeks.”
“That’s a long time,” I said.
“No it isn’t,” Jen insisted.
“If we weren’t talking like we’re talking now,” I said. “Would you have ended up cheating on me?”
“Mike, god no, I swear to god, no,” Jen said immediately. “I was actually about to have a talk with Cam. I mean, flirting’s fun, but he’s crossed the line. I was gonna tell him he had to stop it or else I couldn’t lift with him anymore.” She snuggled up into my arms. “You believe me, right?” she said, looking at me with her big blue doe-like eyes.
Jen had cheated on me in the past. But yes, I believed her. We’d gone through a lot and it took time, but now I trusted her again. “Yes, I believe you baby,” I softly said. I leaned in and kissed her. Jen wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me back. I could feel tension drain from her body. She was clearly relieved I believed her.
I tugged at her nighty and Jen raised her arms to help me take it off her. Then I laid her onto her back. I cupped her breast, her left breast, the one with the fifty five script tattoo underneath. I gently fondled her. “That feels good baby,” Jen sighed.
“You said you were gonna tell Cam to stop,” I said.
“I probably still am,” Jen said.
“But you haven’t yet?” I asked.
After a moment’s hesitation, she said “I didn’t know you were still into those fantasies. I mean, I get it, they’ll always be a part of you. It’s like that man says on that web site you read, it’s a sexual orientation. But you haven’t talked about it in a long time.”
I took a long time to respond. This was decision time. “I want you to know something,” I said after talking a big breath.
“First, I love you.”
“I love you too baby,” Jen said, and she gave me a soft kiss on the lips.
“Second,” I began, looking into my wife’s eyes. In a low, excited voice, I said, “I want you to know you have a free pass.”
Jen looked back into my eyes, not responding for a long time. Finally she said “Okay, well, good to know.” She laughed at the end, like she needed the levity to ease the tension. It was a nervous laugh though.
I was about to say more but she stopped me with a finger to my lips. “No more tonight Mike,” she said softly. “We both need to think about this.”
I was disappointed, but relieved too. “Yeah, you’re right,” I said with a nod.
Then Jen pulled me to her. “Now make love to me,” she said, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me. This time as we made love, Jen kept her eyes open, looking at me, thinking about me instead of another man. Or maybe she was thinking about me wanting her to be with another man. Again.
I woke up in the middle of the night. I reached over to Jen but her spot in the bed was empty. She wasn’t there. Then I heard voices downstairs. Allie was back and Jen was talking to her. I looked at the clock. It was a little passed 3am.
A moment later Jen walked into our bedroom. “How’s Allie?” I asked as she closed the door behind her.
“You’re awake?” she said, surprised. Then as she crawled into bed next to me, she giggled and said, “She looks like she got run over by a bulldozer.”
“Cam’s the bulldozer?” I joked.
Jen laughed. “Allie says he has a porn-star cock. He fucked her three times,” she said excitedly. “He totally worked her over. She looks like a truck hit her. She can barely walk. I’m not kidding Mike. I had to help her walk up the stairs.”
“Ok,” I said, not knowing what else to say.
“You know what else?”
“Allie says Cam’s got an amazing tongue,” Jen said, her eyes wide with an excited sparkle. She traced her fingertip over my lips. “Can you imagine? He fucks like a bulldozer … AND he’s amazing at oral.” She shuddered at the thought, and then giggled at her shuddering.
I thought about it. I considered myself good at oral. I WAS good at oral. But what if Cam was better than me? The thought almost made me shudder too.
“I wonder what your pussy would look like after it’s been bulldozed,” I joked.
“Ha ha,” Jen laughed. “Interesting question.”
I reached between Jen’s legs. She was moist. “Talking about Cam get you wet?” I asked with a lustful grin.
Jen smiled lustfully back at me. She put her hands on my shoulders and nudged me down. “Show me you’re better than Cam at oral, baby,” she said. She said it with a smile in her voice, like she was joking, but just the fact that she said it made my hard cock twitch.
I moved down her body and opened her long shapely legs. I went down on her, using all my magic. Soon Jen’s hands were fists as she clutched and pulled at the sheets. Then she was cumming, her head rolling back and her back arching as she came hard on my tongue. “No way Cam’s better than you,” Jen said as she panted, still breathing hard from her orgasm. “You’re freaking awesome at that baby.”
She pulled me up to her. She guided my cock into her. “Come on Mike,” she urged me. With a joking smile in her voice, she said, “Bulldoze your wife.” I fucked her hard, although I don’t think at the level of “bulldozing.” After I came we hugged and laughed.
“I can’t remember when we’ve had so much sex,” Jen said, a big smile on her beautiful face.
“I remember,” I told her. She looked at me, the smile disappearing. It was back before Anna. Before she got pregnant. When we were playing the game, and we were fucking all the time because she was having an affair with another man (Scott). Or more accurately, she was getting fucked all the time by Scott, and I was constantly hot from it even though often I was left to get myself off with my hand.
“Hey, can you take Allie to the airport tomorrow?” Jen asked me.
“Sure,” I said. I assumed me, Jen and Anna would take Allie. “We’ll take her.”
“No, I mean, just you,” Jen said. “I’ll stay here with Anna.” Seeing my questioning look, she explained “Allie said she wants to talk to you.” I looked at Jen for long moments. Then I nodded.
Jen hadn’t been joking. Allie WAS having problems walking, after last night with Cam. Even after a full night’s sleep, she was still walking gingerly, and winced whenever she pressed her thighs together.
Allie gave long goodbyes to Jen and Anna, and then we were off to the airport. It was a short drive so Allie didn’t beat around the bush. “So you’re thinking about sharing Jen again,” she said.
“She told you,” I said.
“Of course she told me,” Allie said, a scoff in her voice. She eyed me and said “Are you sure you want to do this again?”
“You must think I’m crazy,” I lamented.
“You know what? I actually don’t,” Allie said. “I actually envy Jen.”
I gawked at Allie. “You’re kidding?” I said, astonished.
“She’s got you, a great husband and father. A wonderful daughter. A beautiful house,” Allie said. “And the freedom to be with other men. Life doesn’t get much better than that Mike.”
“So you think Jen wants to do it?” I asked.
“I think that depends on you Mike,” Allie said. “You don’t have to worry about Jen cheating on you. She’ll never do anything behind your back again.”
“Okay …,” I said, both relieved and disappointed.
“But I should tell you …,” Allie said. “Last night, when I was with Cam … when he wasn’t fucking me, he was talking about your sweet wife. Asking me about her.” With a grin she said “The boy’s smitten with her.” She looked at me. With a knowing smile she said “This is turning you on.” Then she looked between my legs and saw the tent in my pants. “I guess it is,” she said with a grin.
There was a blanket in the back of the car. I quickly grabbed it and put it over my lap. Allie laughed. It wasn’t a cruel laugh though. More like an amused laugh.
“Anyway, I think you lucked into a good one with Cam,” Allie said. “Believe me, he’ll rock Jen’s world. And you don’t have to worry about him trying to steal her away. He’s only 25. The last thing he wants is something permanent.”
“Okay. Good to know,” I said stiffly. I was still uncomfortable with having an erection with Allie sitting right next to me.
“But Mike …,” Allie said, continuing. “If you decide to play your game again, you have to trust Jen. Trust her. And we’re done with running away, got that? No more running away. If you decide to do it, then own up to it, like a man. Suck it up and take it like a man.”
I winced at Allie’s harsh words. She was certainly back to being the sassy, Allie Oh-La-La I first met in college. “This is your way of being supportive?” I said sarcastically.
Allie laughed. “Mike, when I called you a good husband and father, I meant it,” she said, a grin on her face. “Jen will do anything for you. Just remember that.”
We arrived at the airport. We got out of the car and I helped Allie get her luggage out. Then we hugged. As always, our hug was awkward, but strangely, genuine too. “Call me if you need help. Or just want to talk,” Allie told me. She grinned at me and said “I’ve still got your back bubble boy.”