The Wager - Part 4
Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 6:10 pm
The Wager - Part 4
Thursday, she pulled into the parking lot of Panera bread and rehearsed exactly how she was going to broach her little plan with Derek. After she had it all straight in her head, she got out and sat at one of the outdoor tables and waited for him to show. At a little after one, he pulled in with his van and got out. Even in coveralls, he looked great. They went in ordered and after they had collected their meals went back out and sat.
Lennie watched him as he bit into his tuna on rye and took a deep breath. Time to do it, she coaxed herself, and so she said, “So, what’s you working on today?”
“Small job laying tile. So what’dya got for me?”
She eyed him. “Before we get into that, I thought we’d chat a bit.”
“Okay.”
She dipped her spoon in her soup and brought it to her mouth. After she swallowed, she said, “I heard you’re quite the ladies man.”
He brought his sandwich up for another bite and stopped. Gave her a discerning look. “I hold my own.”
“I know.” She swallowed and forced the words out. “Rumor has it, you’re into married women.”
His eyes locked onto her and it was as if the world around them stopped. “Is that so?”
She casually dipped her spoon back in her soup and took another mouthful. “That’s what the rumors say. Is it true?”
He grinned. “Who says?”
“Does it matter?” She wiped her chin with her napkin.
“It might be.” He looked at her hard. “This isn’t about a rehab job, is it, Len?”
She looked down, unwilling to meet his probing gaze. “No, it’s not. So is it true?”
He cleared his throat. “What do you want?”
She took a deep breath. “I want to teach my husband a lesson.”
His deep blue eyes glinted. “And that would be . . .?”
“First tell me, are you in the life style or not?”
She saw him gauging her words and then measuring his response. Finally, he said, “Yeah, I play around with it a little.”
Lennie felt her body relax a little. “Like I said, I want to teach my husband a lesson. But first I need to ask you, did he call you the day we met at the casino?”
He smiled like a Cheshire cat. “Yeah.”
She took a sip of her water. “And what did he say?”
“Just that you guys were gonna be out there and thought it would be fun to meet up.”
“Is that all?”
“All that I know. Why?”
“Doesn’t matter.” She looked around to make sure no one was within earshot. “He has this fantasy about me doing another man.”
Derek laughed. “Does he. Never would’ve figured Steve to be in the lifestyle. But then you never know. People are people, and different things float their boat. What about you? Are you in the lifestyle?”
Lennie smiled. “Not yet. Can I ask you a question?”
He sat back and kicked his long legs out in front of him. “Shoot.”
She could see he was enjoying this. Men! Aloud, she said, “What’s the big deal about it for a guy? I don’t understand it.”
Derek shrugged. “Depends. Some guys just like the idea of watching their wives get it. Sort of like watching a porn flick, only better because they have a front row seat. Others just want their wives to be content. Those guys are usually older. I don’t try to figure it out. I’m just there to please them, and it doesn’t hurt that I get a good thumping along the way.”
“I see,” Lennie said. “Ok, here it is. Oh, and I want to pay you.”
Derek laughed. “There’s no need to pay me, believe me.”
“Are you sure?”
When he patted her hand, she knew the game was on and so she told him her plan about how she was going put her husband to the supreme test and what she wanted him to do to him.
“So you want to cuck him then, only this is a game,” Derek said, crossing his arms in front of him.
“Cuck?”
“Cuckoldry. Sort of like domination.”
“Oh. I guess you could call it that. What do think?” Lennie said.
Derek’s face stretched into a wide smile. “Sounds like fun. So when do you plan on pulling this little caper off?”
Lennie felt her heart start to race as the reality of her plan came into focus. “Can you come over on Sunday?”
Derek nodded, then leaned forward and fixed her with a pointed gaze. “Tell me, Len, what if Steve doesn’t react the way you think he will? What then?”
She shrugged because she had seriously considered that distinct possibility, and to tell the truth, she didn’t know what she would do. At last she said, “Kill him.”
He laughed and so did she. But in her heart, she worried, because she felt a strong attraction for Derek, and if things got out of hand, well . . .”
Lennie pulled Steven into the Den after their Sunday night dinner and told him to sit. His punishment was now solidified and there was no going back. She sat in on the coffee table in front of him and gave him one of her patented smiles that told him he was not in charge of anything for the rest of the evening.
She said, “Now, about your little ploy a couple of weeks ago with Derek. I’ve thought of what to do about it, and what I’ve decided is to give you what you want.” She pulled a long red, silk scarf from her back jeans pocket and twirled it into a long thin strand. As she pulled it slowly through her thumb and forefinger, she said “You want me to do Derek, well then, we’re gonna see how serious you really are.”
Steven’s eyes widened and she knew what he was thinking. But he was so wrong. She got up and sat on his lap, felt his body tighten. The scarf went around his neck, over his face and then down around his arms. Her lips grazed his cheek as she wound the silk sheath back and forth around his wrist and cinched a knot around it. Then a breath of a kiss as she took his other hand and bound it tight to the one she’d just tied up.
He smiled because he knew this game. Except this time he was wrong. She put her finger to his lips and ran it over his chin, past his neck and down over his shirt to his belt. Here, she lingered a while, running her hand over the soft cotton fabric of his pants. Brushed her fingers over his balls, so tight, so delicious. “So, you ready?” she said.
Steven wet his lips and grinned. “I’m there.”
She laughed. “Oh, I don’t think you are.” She went to a cabinet where they kept their toys and selected her ‘Birthday Present’, a wonderfully sculpted work of ingenuity and then slid over and made a couple of selections from their extensive CD and DVD collection. All that remained was the mink blanket, the little surprises she had found at the adult novelty shop and the Vera Wang number. She powered up the flat screen and put the DVD in.
“Here’s something to warm you up while I go make preparations. Don’t go anywhere,” she said.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said.
“Good,” she added as the movie menu came up.
“Misty Beethoven, my favorite,” he said.
“Yes, I know.” She flipped through the chapters to the party scene. “Enjoy!” Then left the room and went upstairs to their bedroom. Once there, she dialed Derek on her cell phone. “You ready?”
“I’ll be there in twenty.”
Lennie smiled and opened the bag. Took out the special CD she got from the novelty store along with the other goodie and laid them on the bed. “Great, just hit the door bell when you get here,” Lennie said. She flipped her cell phone shut and peeled off her blouse.
To be truthful, she was terrified. But on the other hand, if she could pull this off, she’d find out one way or the other how serious Steven really was. Her gut told her, he’d back off on the fantasy, and that was all right with her even though she had to admit she had warmed up to the idea of bedding Derek. And if Steven didn’t back away, then she’d know for sure it was more than just a game of wits between them. The question then would become, would she go ahead and take Derek right there in their den if he’d have her? She’d wait and see.
She finished undressing and slid into the Vera Wang nightgown. It felt like a million fingers caressing her as it fell down over her shoulder and onto her naked skin. Next, she pulled on a pair of black crotch-less panties and shoved her painted toes into a pair of silver pumps. A comb was inserted into her long, dark hair and pulled back as a dash of rouge was brushed over her cheeks.
A smile. “Show time,” she muttered, and she grabbed the mink and her goodies from the bed and tiptoed down the stairs.
As she hit the bottom step she heard Steven call out from the other room. “You were up there a while. What were ya doing?”
“Nothing,” she said coming around the corner.
His face lit up. “Holy shit.”
“You like?” She said twirling around.
“Hell ya.”
“Too bad, because it’s not for you.” She grabbed the remote, turned the movie off just as Misty was about to mount the Golden Boy from behind and hit the play button on the CD player. As the sound of Jim Morrison filled the room, she went and pulled the mink blanket off the stairway railing.
She spread it on the floor and started moving to the beat of Rider’s in the Storm, twisting her body in slow rhythmic gyrations, dipping her shoulders down to give him a view of the girls and then sticking her knee out through the gown’s daring slit that ran up the side of her leg to the hip. She sidled up next to him, her mouth blowing warm air over his ears and neck. Her hand drifted down over the bulge in his pants and stroked it ever so softly. He moaned under her as her tongue traced a long slow path down his neck.
With a smile she pulled away and her fingers found the spaghetti straps. Inch, by inch, she tugged them over her bare shoulders and onto her arms. “You like?”
“Yes,” Steven gasped.
“You want to suck on them,” she said, moving close again. She slipped her hand inside the bodice and lifted one out, kneading it’s hardened nipple between thumb and forefinger.
“Yes,” he said again.
She laughed. “I’m sorry, but not tonight. They’re for Derek.” She closed her eyes and drifted into the thrumming resonance of the song’s keyboard synthesizer. It vibrated through her whole body and soon she was completely absorbed in the moment. The gown fluttered down over her ankles and she picked it up and dragged it over her neck then pulled it down over her breast, through her legs and back up along the crack of her butt. Felt her body tingle like fizz rising off the surface of pink champagne.
She turned around and bent over, presenting him with a view, then melted down onto the mink with her Birthday Present in hand and rolled over. Through half slit eyes, she watched her husband as she pulled her knees up and spread her legs. Her finger felt like a live wire as it went in through the slit in her panties and dipped inside her. Around and around, back and forth, it went, until at last, she dipped the head of the rabbit inside her and clicked the power button. The rabbit burst into action, twisting its long bibulous shaft inside her. The tickler found her clit and sent into waves of ecstasy.
She glanced toward her husband and saw his eyes riveted on her. The digital clock on the stereo struck seven and with it, the doorbell rang. She caught her breath and got up. “Did you like watching me?”
Steven smiled. “Oh yeah.” And he looked at her with wild anticipation.
“He’s here. Are you ready?”
He licked his lips. “Born ready.”
She lingered in his eyes a moment and then broke away and went back to the chest of toys. From it, she pulled a blindfold and held it up so he could see it.
“But, I wanna watch,” he said.
She shook her head. “No honey, not this time. But you can listen,” she said as she fitted the covering over his eyes, tying the binding firm and tight. She bent her face down near his ear. “We’re doing it my way, and if you peek, it’s over. You understand. You wanted this, and now you’re going to get it, but it’s my way or no way. So which is it?”
Steven pressed his lips together. “This isn’t fair.”
“Maybe, but it’s the only way it’s gonna happen. So choose.” She waited, wondering if she had called his bluff. If she had, then Derek would be off the hook, and things would return back to normal.
Finally, he swallowed and said, “Alright. I’ll take it. You win.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” he said and his voice cracked.
She bent down, picked up her gown and put it on. He had passed the first test, but the others wouldn’t be so easy. She went to the door and opened it, letting Derek in. The two of them eyed each other and then Lennie pointed toward the Den. She said, “Hi Derek. Can I get you something to drink?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“You know, Derek,” Lennie said, offering him a beer, “I’m a little nervous. I’ve never done anything like this before?”
“Don’t worry, Len. In a half hour you’ll be wondering why the hell you waited so long.” He took a pull from the beer and stepped into the den. A broad grin stretched across his face as he took in Steven’s predicament. “Hey Steve. Looks like you’re a little tied up.”
When Steven’s face tightened, Lennie knew he thought she was kidding. “Hi Derek. Well, I’d offer you my hand but . . .”
“Yeah, I can see.” Derek said, and he winked knowingly at Lennie. “So, we’re gonna have a little fun here. You sure you don’t mind me giving the missus a good thumping?”
“No. I just wish I could watch.”
“Yeah, I know, it’s a bummer. But hey, could be worse.”
“Yeah, I could stuff some cotton balls in your ears honey.” Lennie said she had bought out a portable CD player. As she loaded the special disc in the unit with the sounds of heated love-making, she saw Derek unzip his pants. She felt her eyes widen and she mouthed the words, ‘what are you doing?’ To which he mouthed back, ‘relax.’
When he dropped his pants and his cock flopped out, she put her hand to her mouth. It was thick and gorgeous. Derek said, “So Steve, since you can’t see my cock, I’ll let your wife describe it. Lennie, come over here and give your old man a picture of what he’s missing.”
What is he doing? This isn’t what we had planned. She shook her head.
Derek stripped his shirt off and tossed it on the couch. “Oh, scratch that Steve. She’s more interested in sucking it. Oh, that feels so good baby. Suck that thing down.”
Lennie gasped. Gave Derek a pleading gaze. Mouthed the words, ‘stop – this isn’t what we planned.’
Derek grinned. “She’s really getting into this. God damn! Yeah, right there. Man, is she pretty. And she can take it, too. All eight inches of me.”
Lennie glared at him. But what could she say. She had started this, and now it was too late, unless she wanted to blow the whole thing, and then, what would Steve think? She bit down her anger and pointed toward the kitchen. Mouthed the words, come out here. Now!
Derek raised his brow and followed her out. When they were out of earshot of Steven, he whispered, “What’s wrong.”
“This isn’t what we planned.”
He leaned his bare but against the counter and whispered. “You wanna be credible, then you gotta act the part. You think he’s gonna buy your little scripted play, think again. It’s gotta sound and feel right. Now you wanna go ahead with this or stop right now? Makes no difference to me, but I think I know what you want, so let’s do it already.”
“Do what,” Lennie said.
Derek smiled. “What you’ve wanted to do for some time, Len. You think I don’t notice you checking me out? But hey, no one’s forcing anyone here to do anything they don’t want to. All I’m saying is, you husband wants you to do me, I pretty sure you wanna do me, and god knows I wanna do you. So what’s the problem?”
“My marriage, Derek!” Lennie said, louder than she wanted to.
“I’m sorry I don’t see it. But do as you will.” He went out and collected his shirt and pants, then started for the door.
“What’s going on,” Steven said.
“Nothing honey, we’ll be right back.” When she caught up to Derek, she said, “Where are you going?”
“Home,” Derek said, pulling on his shoes.
Lennie crossed her arms. “Why are you doing this?”
Derek studied her with his sparkling blue eyes. “Not to sound like a dick here, Len, but this plan of yours isn’t what you really want, is it? Think about it. You go to all this effort to set this up – for what? To positively verify you have your husband’s permission? Len, you’ll never be able to absolutely know. I think what you really want, is permission from yourself. So take it already and stop being a cock tease.”
“A cock tease?”
“Yeah. Your husband in there has probably waited a long time for this, and here you are fucking with his head. Give it to him for God’s sake. You might just enjoy it yourself if you give it a chance.”
Lennie looked up at the ceiling. Yes, I want him, she thought. But he was just too full of himself. I’ll give Steven what he wants, but it won’t be with you Derek. It’ll be with someone who’s a little less of an asshole. She showed him to the door, and after he left, went back to the Den and untied her husband. “I’m sorry, but I just couldn’t. Not with him, anyway.”
Puzzled, Steven put his hand to her chin and lifted her face up to meet his gaze. For a minute, there was disappointment in his expression, and then there was understanding. “It’s okay. I’m sorry. This was never meant to be unpleasant for you. I just thought -”
She reached up, put her finger to his lip and kissed him. “Thank you. But it’s not what you think.” He looked at her again with a puzzled expression. “It’s not that I don’t want to do it. It’s that I don’t want to do it with him. We’ll find someone more to my liking and then I’ll give you the show of a lifetime.”
“But it’s about you,” Steven said.
And she loved him even more than she thought possible. “I know,” she said at last. “That’s why the next time we’re going to plan it together.”
Thursday, she pulled into the parking lot of Panera bread and rehearsed exactly how she was going to broach her little plan with Derek. After she had it all straight in her head, she got out and sat at one of the outdoor tables and waited for him to show. At a little after one, he pulled in with his van and got out. Even in coveralls, he looked great. They went in ordered and after they had collected their meals went back out and sat.
Lennie watched him as he bit into his tuna on rye and took a deep breath. Time to do it, she coaxed herself, and so she said, “So, what’s you working on today?”
“Small job laying tile. So what’dya got for me?”
She eyed him. “Before we get into that, I thought we’d chat a bit.”
“Okay.”
She dipped her spoon in her soup and brought it to her mouth. After she swallowed, she said, “I heard you’re quite the ladies man.”
He brought his sandwich up for another bite and stopped. Gave her a discerning look. “I hold my own.”
“I know.” She swallowed and forced the words out. “Rumor has it, you’re into married women.”
His eyes locked onto her and it was as if the world around them stopped. “Is that so?”
She casually dipped her spoon back in her soup and took another mouthful. “That’s what the rumors say. Is it true?”
He grinned. “Who says?”
“Does it matter?” She wiped her chin with her napkin.
“It might be.” He looked at her hard. “This isn’t about a rehab job, is it, Len?”
She looked down, unwilling to meet his probing gaze. “No, it’s not. So is it true?”
He cleared his throat. “What do you want?”
She took a deep breath. “I want to teach my husband a lesson.”
His deep blue eyes glinted. “And that would be . . .?”
“First tell me, are you in the life style or not?”
She saw him gauging her words and then measuring his response. Finally, he said, “Yeah, I play around with it a little.”
Lennie felt her body relax a little. “Like I said, I want to teach my husband a lesson. But first I need to ask you, did he call you the day we met at the casino?”
He smiled like a Cheshire cat. “Yeah.”
She took a sip of her water. “And what did he say?”
“Just that you guys were gonna be out there and thought it would be fun to meet up.”
“Is that all?”
“All that I know. Why?”
“Doesn’t matter.” She looked around to make sure no one was within earshot. “He has this fantasy about me doing another man.”
Derek laughed. “Does he. Never would’ve figured Steve to be in the lifestyle. But then you never know. People are people, and different things float their boat. What about you? Are you in the lifestyle?”
Lennie smiled. “Not yet. Can I ask you a question?”
He sat back and kicked his long legs out in front of him. “Shoot.”
She could see he was enjoying this. Men! Aloud, she said, “What’s the big deal about it for a guy? I don’t understand it.”
Derek shrugged. “Depends. Some guys just like the idea of watching their wives get it. Sort of like watching a porn flick, only better because they have a front row seat. Others just want their wives to be content. Those guys are usually older. I don’t try to figure it out. I’m just there to please them, and it doesn’t hurt that I get a good thumping along the way.”
“I see,” Lennie said. “Ok, here it is. Oh, and I want to pay you.”
Derek laughed. “There’s no need to pay me, believe me.”
“Are you sure?”
When he patted her hand, she knew the game was on and so she told him her plan about how she was going put her husband to the supreme test and what she wanted him to do to him.
“So you want to cuck him then, only this is a game,” Derek said, crossing his arms in front of him.
“Cuck?”
“Cuckoldry. Sort of like domination.”
“Oh. I guess you could call it that. What do think?” Lennie said.
Derek’s face stretched into a wide smile. “Sounds like fun. So when do you plan on pulling this little caper off?”
Lennie felt her heart start to race as the reality of her plan came into focus. “Can you come over on Sunday?”
Derek nodded, then leaned forward and fixed her with a pointed gaze. “Tell me, Len, what if Steve doesn’t react the way you think he will? What then?”
She shrugged because she had seriously considered that distinct possibility, and to tell the truth, she didn’t know what she would do. At last she said, “Kill him.”
He laughed and so did she. But in her heart, she worried, because she felt a strong attraction for Derek, and if things got out of hand, well . . .”
Lennie pulled Steven into the Den after their Sunday night dinner and told him to sit. His punishment was now solidified and there was no going back. She sat in on the coffee table in front of him and gave him one of her patented smiles that told him he was not in charge of anything for the rest of the evening.
She said, “Now, about your little ploy a couple of weeks ago with Derek. I’ve thought of what to do about it, and what I’ve decided is to give you what you want.” She pulled a long red, silk scarf from her back jeans pocket and twirled it into a long thin strand. As she pulled it slowly through her thumb and forefinger, she said “You want me to do Derek, well then, we’re gonna see how serious you really are.”
Steven’s eyes widened and she knew what he was thinking. But he was so wrong. She got up and sat on his lap, felt his body tighten. The scarf went around his neck, over his face and then down around his arms. Her lips grazed his cheek as she wound the silk sheath back and forth around his wrist and cinched a knot around it. Then a breath of a kiss as she took his other hand and bound it tight to the one she’d just tied up.
He smiled because he knew this game. Except this time he was wrong. She put her finger to his lips and ran it over his chin, past his neck and down over his shirt to his belt. Here, she lingered a while, running her hand over the soft cotton fabric of his pants. Brushed her fingers over his balls, so tight, so delicious. “So, you ready?” she said.
Steven wet his lips and grinned. “I’m there.”
She laughed. “Oh, I don’t think you are.” She went to a cabinet where they kept their toys and selected her ‘Birthday Present’, a wonderfully sculpted work of ingenuity and then slid over and made a couple of selections from their extensive CD and DVD collection. All that remained was the mink blanket, the little surprises she had found at the adult novelty shop and the Vera Wang number. She powered up the flat screen and put the DVD in.
“Here’s something to warm you up while I go make preparations. Don’t go anywhere,” she said.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said.
“Good,” she added as the movie menu came up.
“Misty Beethoven, my favorite,” he said.
“Yes, I know.” She flipped through the chapters to the party scene. “Enjoy!” Then left the room and went upstairs to their bedroom. Once there, she dialed Derek on her cell phone. “You ready?”
“I’ll be there in twenty.”
Lennie smiled and opened the bag. Took out the special CD she got from the novelty store along with the other goodie and laid them on the bed. “Great, just hit the door bell when you get here,” Lennie said. She flipped her cell phone shut and peeled off her blouse.
To be truthful, she was terrified. But on the other hand, if she could pull this off, she’d find out one way or the other how serious Steven really was. Her gut told her, he’d back off on the fantasy, and that was all right with her even though she had to admit she had warmed up to the idea of bedding Derek. And if Steven didn’t back away, then she’d know for sure it was more than just a game of wits between them. The question then would become, would she go ahead and take Derek right there in their den if he’d have her? She’d wait and see.
She finished undressing and slid into the Vera Wang nightgown. It felt like a million fingers caressing her as it fell down over her shoulder and onto her naked skin. Next, she pulled on a pair of black crotch-less panties and shoved her painted toes into a pair of silver pumps. A comb was inserted into her long, dark hair and pulled back as a dash of rouge was brushed over her cheeks.
A smile. “Show time,” she muttered, and she grabbed the mink and her goodies from the bed and tiptoed down the stairs.
As she hit the bottom step she heard Steven call out from the other room. “You were up there a while. What were ya doing?”
“Nothing,” she said coming around the corner.
His face lit up. “Holy shit.”
“You like?” She said twirling around.
“Hell ya.”
“Too bad, because it’s not for you.” She grabbed the remote, turned the movie off just as Misty was about to mount the Golden Boy from behind and hit the play button on the CD player. As the sound of Jim Morrison filled the room, she went and pulled the mink blanket off the stairway railing.
She spread it on the floor and started moving to the beat of Rider’s in the Storm, twisting her body in slow rhythmic gyrations, dipping her shoulders down to give him a view of the girls and then sticking her knee out through the gown’s daring slit that ran up the side of her leg to the hip. She sidled up next to him, her mouth blowing warm air over his ears and neck. Her hand drifted down over the bulge in his pants and stroked it ever so softly. He moaned under her as her tongue traced a long slow path down his neck.
With a smile she pulled away and her fingers found the spaghetti straps. Inch, by inch, she tugged them over her bare shoulders and onto her arms. “You like?”
“Yes,” Steven gasped.
“You want to suck on them,” she said, moving close again. She slipped her hand inside the bodice and lifted one out, kneading it’s hardened nipple between thumb and forefinger.
“Yes,” he said again.
She laughed. “I’m sorry, but not tonight. They’re for Derek.” She closed her eyes and drifted into the thrumming resonance of the song’s keyboard synthesizer. It vibrated through her whole body and soon she was completely absorbed in the moment. The gown fluttered down over her ankles and she picked it up and dragged it over her neck then pulled it down over her breast, through her legs and back up along the crack of her butt. Felt her body tingle like fizz rising off the surface of pink champagne.
She turned around and bent over, presenting him with a view, then melted down onto the mink with her Birthday Present in hand and rolled over. Through half slit eyes, she watched her husband as she pulled her knees up and spread her legs. Her finger felt like a live wire as it went in through the slit in her panties and dipped inside her. Around and around, back and forth, it went, until at last, she dipped the head of the rabbit inside her and clicked the power button. The rabbit burst into action, twisting its long bibulous shaft inside her. The tickler found her clit and sent into waves of ecstasy.
She glanced toward her husband and saw his eyes riveted on her. The digital clock on the stereo struck seven and with it, the doorbell rang. She caught her breath and got up. “Did you like watching me?”
Steven smiled. “Oh yeah.” And he looked at her with wild anticipation.
“He’s here. Are you ready?”
He licked his lips. “Born ready.”
She lingered in his eyes a moment and then broke away and went back to the chest of toys. From it, she pulled a blindfold and held it up so he could see it.
“But, I wanna watch,” he said.
She shook her head. “No honey, not this time. But you can listen,” she said as she fitted the covering over his eyes, tying the binding firm and tight. She bent her face down near his ear. “We’re doing it my way, and if you peek, it’s over. You understand. You wanted this, and now you’re going to get it, but it’s my way or no way. So which is it?”
Steven pressed his lips together. “This isn’t fair.”
“Maybe, but it’s the only way it’s gonna happen. So choose.” She waited, wondering if she had called his bluff. If she had, then Derek would be off the hook, and things would return back to normal.
Finally, he swallowed and said, “Alright. I’ll take it. You win.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” he said and his voice cracked.
She bent down, picked up her gown and put it on. He had passed the first test, but the others wouldn’t be so easy. She went to the door and opened it, letting Derek in. The two of them eyed each other and then Lennie pointed toward the Den. She said, “Hi Derek. Can I get you something to drink?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“You know, Derek,” Lennie said, offering him a beer, “I’m a little nervous. I’ve never done anything like this before?”
“Don’t worry, Len. In a half hour you’ll be wondering why the hell you waited so long.” He took a pull from the beer and stepped into the den. A broad grin stretched across his face as he took in Steven’s predicament. “Hey Steve. Looks like you’re a little tied up.”
When Steven’s face tightened, Lennie knew he thought she was kidding. “Hi Derek. Well, I’d offer you my hand but . . .”
“Yeah, I can see.” Derek said, and he winked knowingly at Lennie. “So, we’re gonna have a little fun here. You sure you don’t mind me giving the missus a good thumping?”
“No. I just wish I could watch.”
“Yeah, I know, it’s a bummer. But hey, could be worse.”
“Yeah, I could stuff some cotton balls in your ears honey.” Lennie said she had bought out a portable CD player. As she loaded the special disc in the unit with the sounds of heated love-making, she saw Derek unzip his pants. She felt her eyes widen and she mouthed the words, ‘what are you doing?’ To which he mouthed back, ‘relax.’
When he dropped his pants and his cock flopped out, she put her hand to her mouth. It was thick and gorgeous. Derek said, “So Steve, since you can’t see my cock, I’ll let your wife describe it. Lennie, come over here and give your old man a picture of what he’s missing.”
What is he doing? This isn’t what we had planned. She shook her head.
Derek stripped his shirt off and tossed it on the couch. “Oh, scratch that Steve. She’s more interested in sucking it. Oh, that feels so good baby. Suck that thing down.”
Lennie gasped. Gave Derek a pleading gaze. Mouthed the words, ‘stop – this isn’t what we planned.’
Derek grinned. “She’s really getting into this. God damn! Yeah, right there. Man, is she pretty. And she can take it, too. All eight inches of me.”
Lennie glared at him. But what could she say. She had started this, and now it was too late, unless she wanted to blow the whole thing, and then, what would Steve think? She bit down her anger and pointed toward the kitchen. Mouthed the words, come out here. Now!
Derek raised his brow and followed her out. When they were out of earshot of Steven, he whispered, “What’s wrong.”
“This isn’t what we planned.”
He leaned his bare but against the counter and whispered. “You wanna be credible, then you gotta act the part. You think he’s gonna buy your little scripted play, think again. It’s gotta sound and feel right. Now you wanna go ahead with this or stop right now? Makes no difference to me, but I think I know what you want, so let’s do it already.”
“Do what,” Lennie said.
Derek smiled. “What you’ve wanted to do for some time, Len. You think I don’t notice you checking me out? But hey, no one’s forcing anyone here to do anything they don’t want to. All I’m saying is, you husband wants you to do me, I pretty sure you wanna do me, and god knows I wanna do you. So what’s the problem?”
“My marriage, Derek!” Lennie said, louder than she wanted to.
“I’m sorry I don’t see it. But do as you will.” He went out and collected his shirt and pants, then started for the door.
“What’s going on,” Steven said.
“Nothing honey, we’ll be right back.” When she caught up to Derek, she said, “Where are you going?”
“Home,” Derek said, pulling on his shoes.
Lennie crossed her arms. “Why are you doing this?”
Derek studied her with his sparkling blue eyes. “Not to sound like a dick here, Len, but this plan of yours isn’t what you really want, is it? Think about it. You go to all this effort to set this up – for what? To positively verify you have your husband’s permission? Len, you’ll never be able to absolutely know. I think what you really want, is permission from yourself. So take it already and stop being a cock tease.”
“A cock tease?”
“Yeah. Your husband in there has probably waited a long time for this, and here you are fucking with his head. Give it to him for God’s sake. You might just enjoy it yourself if you give it a chance.”
Lennie looked up at the ceiling. Yes, I want him, she thought. But he was just too full of himself. I’ll give Steven what he wants, but it won’t be with you Derek. It’ll be with someone who’s a little less of an asshole. She showed him to the door, and after he left, went back to the Den and untied her husband. “I’m sorry, but I just couldn’t. Not with him, anyway.”
Puzzled, Steven put his hand to her chin and lifted her face up to meet his gaze. For a minute, there was disappointment in his expression, and then there was understanding. “It’s okay. I’m sorry. This was never meant to be unpleasant for you. I just thought -”
She reached up, put her finger to his lip and kissed him. “Thank you. But it’s not what you think.” He looked at her again with a puzzled expression. “It’s not that I don’t want to do it. It’s that I don’t want to do it with him. We’ll find someone more to my liking and then I’ll give you the show of a lifetime.”
“But it’s about you,” Steven said.
And she loved him even more than she thought possible. “I know,” she said at last. “That’s why the next time we’re going to plan it together.”
