Our Hotwives

1.
She had gone missing from the house for more than an hour, but her knock on the front door told him where she had been. She takes nothing but the key to her car and her driver’s license when going to the gym, both of which can fit into the nylon appendix tucked in the inside of her running shorts.

She blew into the house flushed, loud and slightly manic. “Did you have fun working out?” he called after her as she searched the kitchen for a water glass. “Oh, yeah. It was fantastic,” she shouted back. “And a little interesting”, she added after flopping next to him on the couch, where he sat gazing blankly into the back yard.

“Interesting? Interesting how?” he asked, snapping back to attention. “A guy asked me out to coffee?”, she answered with a guilty rise in her voice and pinched expression. He said nothing for a moment, looked out the window briefly, and laughed. “Well, how was it? Did he at least pay?”

“No!” she said with a start. “I mean, no, I didn’t go! You know that!” Her face flushed and her hand hung forgotten in mid air, the glass of water clutched between her fingers.

“You can’t expect me to leave an opening like that and get off scot free. Anyway, the only thing that surprises me is that it took so long. You are pretty cute and our gym is crawling with guys hoping some woman will notice them. Now, the question is, what does one wear on a coffee date…”

“Very funny. Anyway, you better trust me. I came straight home and told you. Why would I do that if I were interested in going on a date with another guy?” She was back on even ground now and worked herself toward a mild irritation.

He caught her gaze from the corner of his eye and placed a hand on her warm, sweaty thigh. “That’s easy; because you know it would totally turn me on”.

The mental machinery that turns her ideas into sentences became caught half way through some critical operation, and she froze, her mouth slightly open. After a pregnant pause she asked, sotto voce, “Really? So, are you turned on now?”

“Naturally. Well, naturally for me. Un-naturally or normal people. Check my pants if you aren’t sure.”

She barked a short laugh but involuntarily flicked her eyes down to his lap where his argument was made manifest. “What would you have said if I told you I accepted the invitation?”

“I would have been angry for 10 minutes because you didn’t ask me first — and then I would have pumped you for details to help me imagine it all when I jerk off about this later today. “ He reached out and pulled the glass of water from her hand, taking a long drink. “Which I’m sure I’ll do anyway. Unfortunately, I’m going to have to make something up. Tell me, what did you say to him?”

“Oh, I brushed him off. I told him I was busy and had to go shopping.”

“That makes sense.” He responded, looking out the window at the yard’s trees, which swayed suddenly in an invisible breeze. “So, what do you think it means that you said that instead of telling him you are married and totally unavailable?”

Anger quickly rose in her voice. “That’s unfair. He is a really nice guy and I talk to him nearly every time I go to the gym. If you paid attention you would know – I’ve told you his name before; it’s Mark. It might have really hurt his feelings if I’d acted offended. Besides, I don’t think he even meant it in a romantic way. He is just lonely and wanted to talk to someone.”

“That is cool. Seriously, I think you did the right thing. But, you should understand that when the most understated guy in the world asks you to coffee, at that moment, when he nervously breaks away from your gaze and looks at his feet, he is imagining what you would look like … on your knees … with his cock in your mouth.” He ended his little speech looking straight into her eyes, and caught the involuntary flash of her eyelids and the quick, dry-mouthed swallow common to liars and the guilty. He knew this would touch a nerve. She had only petty vices and no obvious fetishes, but had always been irrationally turned on by giving head. It was something they rarely talked about, and never at length. But he could easily guess that he had created an image that already nagged the back of her mind. “So,” he continued, “the question is, what happens tomorrow, or the next day, or whenever it is he gets up the nerve to ask you again?”

“I don’t know; I’ve never had to deal with something like this.” Her voice was shaken and confused. “ You’re a guy; what do you think I should say?”

He answered immediately: “I think you should say ‘yes’.”

“What if he takes it the wrong way? He really is a nice person. I don’t want to lead him on and then hurt his feelings”.

He didn’t answer right away. After a pause, he deflected, turning the problem to look at another of its sides. “Hmm. Tell me something about him.”

“Like what?”

“How old is he? Is he attractive? What does he do for a living? Where does he live?”

“I’m not sure. I think he’s thirty something. And yes, he is pretty good looking. I think he is a teacher, or at least works at a school. And he walks to the gym, so he must live pretty near by.”

He startled and became more animated. “Ah! Mark the teacher! Yes, I know him. I talked to him in the locker room a couple of weeks ago. By the way, I’ve seen him in the shower, and … he’s packing heat.” After giving that a moment to sink in, he concluded, “Well, I think it could be pretty interesting for you to say yes, go out to coffee with him, and just see what it makes you feel like. Now, enough of this. We have to get dinner started.” He stood and walked toward the kitchen before she could gather herself for a counter-point, and had turned on the radio by the time she joined him to help cook. They orbited each other carefully and watchfully — a wry smile at the corner of his mouth; a look of puzzled thought in her eye.

2.
He woke suddenly; the yellow lights of the digital clock by his head read 3:10. The rhythmic sound of her hunching back and labored breathing was as loud as a conversation in the silence of the night watch. He closed his eyes and listened, his mind riding her pace of sharp breaths in and slow forced exhalations. He could feel the tension of her body through the mattress, like a spider sensing a vibration of its web, as she rode her tightly gripped hands. He whispered, almost too quiet to hear, “you want it, don’t you; you want it in your mouth”.

“yes…” she whispered back between breaths.

He put his hand on the small of her back as she arched her hips, then slid it up to her nape, twisting his fingers into her hair; “he’ll hold you, just like this, when he comes.” Her body jolted and rocked, shaking over the arc of her orgasm. They kept their thoughts and words to themselves as they drifted back to sleep.

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He sat on the bed, a damp towel draped across his legs, air drying from his shower and watching her dress in the mirror. She leaned across the sink, intent on fixing the hair of the two dimensional twin in front of her. He finally broke his reverie — “you’re working out today, yes?”

She didn’t answer for the space of three long breaths, eventually muttering, ‘mmm hmm’.

‘Let me know where you end up going with him for coffee.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about” she said, standing up straight and looking at the finished product in the mirror.

“You put on dark red lipstick, a tight T-shirt and your favorite boots … to go to the gym. We both know he is asking you out, and you are going to accept. When you do, text me where you are headed”

She turned and their gazes locked, both lost in their thoughts of the other. His mind snapped to an image of Mark leaning hard into the sofa in his imagined apartment, Jane kneeling on the carpet between his spread knees, head working like a piston, in long slow strokes. She tried to paint a mental picture of the expression on his face when she walked in the door, an hour late for dinner, lipstick smeared beyond recognition, a heavy smell and taste of cock filling her mouth.

‘O.k.; I’ll send you a text.’

Clever storyline - I like it - please continue!

I'll be looking for this to continue too!

nice story

nice keep it going

Please finish this story.
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Thanks for the comments, everyone. I'll see if an inspiration strikes me for the next step. Though, sometimes the best ending to a story like this is an elipsis followed by the reader's imagination...