It was a perfectly innocent photo, the same sort of thing you see in a local newspaper when some female celebrity opens a new development and has her picture taken with the construction crew. Except….
Except while Heather was innocently smiling at the camera, there was something in the eyes of the men holding her. Hunger. And I noticed how the guy who was supporting her thighs was using his hands, rather than his forearms. So was the guy at her chest.
Whoever had taken the photo had snapped two pictures, for safety. They were only taken a second apart and were almost identical, but when I flipped back and forth between the two I could see those hands moving, just a little, as if those two were subtly feeling her up.
Maybe they’d just been making sure they had a good hold of her. Maybe I was paranoid.
Maybe.
***
The night after she sent the photos, I had a dream. Weirdly, it wasn’t about the guys in the photos, but about Tony. In my dream, I called my wife and he answered. Only this time he was butt naked, and I could see my wife asleep in the bed behind him as he gave me a mocking grin.
After that, I couldn’t sleep. I made myself a very large coffee, skipped the gym and spent the day mooching around in a bad mood, telling myself I was being ridiculous. Heather wouldn’t cheat on me. No way!
I forced myself to work, but as I sat there sketching heroes and villains I found my mind wandering to Tony and that look he’d given Heather as he’d left her room. I wondered how closely he worked with her. Was he finding excuses to be around her? Coming to her room to check up on her? Offering to accompany her on runs around the rig, so he could jog behind her and check out her ass? My imagination ran riot.
And the weird thing was...I wasn’t angry about it. I was sort of turned on. And that in turn made me angry, until I didn’t know what I was feeling. I should be jealous, not aroused!
Eventually, staring out of the window with coffee mug in hand, I confronted it. Maybe it wasn’t so weird that I was turned on by the whole situation. In a sense, even though I was the only guy not on the rig with Heather, I was the luckiest one. All of us—them and me—fantasized about her. But I was the only one who’d actually fucked her, the only one of us who would ever fuck her. And while she’d been on board, I was the only one who’d seen her naked. The only one who’d shot his load alongside her own moaning climax.
I felt myself relax a little. I even started to feel good about it. What I thought next seemed like just a natural progression.
She would never cheat on me. And she was the only woman on the rig. I almost felt sorry for those other guys, lusting after her all day, longing for just the smallest glimpse of her. Tony, in particular. I could tell he was crazy about her.
What if…what if I encouraged her to give the guys just a taste? Or maybe even just Tony. There was no harm in that, right? I’d be like the rich man, dropping a few coins out of his castle window to the peasants. That appealed to me. I was a little intimidated by the guys on the rig—that old jock/geek thing, again. I wasn’t as tall, as strong, or as good-looking as them and, with all their hazard pay, I probably didn’t even make as much money as them. Dangling Heather in front of them would give me a chance to feel powerful again.
I turned the thought over and over in my mind. I needed to think on it some more before I risked doing anything, but I could feel the excitement rushing through my veins. I was suddenly more fired up than I had been in days.
In the meantime, I had another idea. I emailed Heather and asked her if she’d shave herself bare for me. I sat there staring at the email for almost an hour before finally plucking up the courage to send it. A few hours later, a reply came back.
“Wait and see.”
I counted the minutes until that night’s call. When she called, I was sitting there ready—by now, I’d taken the precaution of bringing a box of tissues.
Two surprises greeted me. She was in a dress—I was surprised she’d even bothered taking a dress to the rig—and there was a bottle of red wine on the desk next to her keyboard.
“I thought I’d dress up for you a little,” she told me, and stood up to show me. The dress was a simple black cocktail dress—about the most unsuitable thing possible for an oil rig, which I suppose was sort of the point. It had a deep “V” shaped neckline that showed off the sides of her fabulous breasts and hugged her body down to mid thigh, making the most of her shapely legs. She’d even gone to the trouble to put on heels for me.
“You look incredible,” I told her. “What’s with the wine?”
She glanced at the bottle as if she’d forgotten it was there. “Oh! Tony stopped by. He said it was a welcome gift. We’re not meant to have alcohol on board, but he sneaked it in for me. I doubt I’ll actually drink any of it.”
Tony again. Visiting the cabin of a married woman to give her a bottle of wine. A married woman who was away from her husband for three weeks. It was pretty obvious what he wanted. He wasn’t going to get it—I had complete faith in Heather—but the idea of it, of him angling for my wife...it should have made me mad—it did, in a way—but it turned me on, as well.
“Maybe you should have a glass,” I suggested. “Seems a shame to waste it.”
I don’t know what I was thinking. I wasn’t thinking, except maybe with my cock. That notion of corrupting her, again. And teasing another man, one who really wanted her.
She bit her lip nervously, eying the bottle...and then opened it. She had to use a tumbler, wine glasses not being abundant on an oil rig. But she poured a large glass and, as I watched, drank about half of it.
“Did you do it?” I asked. My eyes were on her face—she’d put on a little more make-up than she wore during the day, and she looked absolutely gorgeous: full lips and dark, smoky eyes. But every few seconds, my gaze would dart down to her groin, hidden beneath the dress.
She looked at the camera shyly, but with just a hint of a smirk. “Maybe....”
My cock was already hard. “Show me!”
She stood up. Then she drank most of the rest of the glass of wine. She needed the extra courage, I guess, and my excitement grew because that surely indicated that she’d done it, that she was nervous about showing me her new look.
The dress was tight around her hips and, when she slid the hem up above her panties, it stayed there without her holding it. She slowly hooked down her panties....
I let out a gasp. Her pussy was shaved completely bare, both the lips and the area above. I could see every detail of her soft, pink lips—she was exposed as never before.
“You’re beautiful,” I told her. “Sit down like that.”
She sat, and with her legs slightly parted, my view was even better. She reached down between her thighs and started to stroke herself, fingertips skimming over her bare flesh. “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she told me.
I nodded dumbly.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked.
“Tony,” I said.
It was out before I realized I’d said it.
“Tony?!” she asked incredulously.
I hesitated, then nodded.
She stared at me for an explanation.
“I...like the idea of him wanting you,” I said lamely.
She blinked. “You think he wants me?”
She could be so naïve. “Of course he does. All the visits to your room, making you feel welcome. The wine. He’s hoping he can sleep with you.”
Her jaw dropped open. “You really think so?!” She leaned forward. “Glen, I would never—”
I shook my head. “Of course not! I know that.” I watched as she relaxed. “But....”
She waited. “But what?”
The mood changed, in that second. Time seemed to slow down. Every word was suddenly weighted, every look important.
“You remember how you asked me, way back, about another man joining us for sex?” I asked.
She looked shocked that I even remembered the conversation. “We we
re drunk,” she said.
“I know.”
“And you seemed...shocked,” she said.
“I know. But I sort of...wasn’t. Or I was, but it didn’t mean I didn’t like the idea.”
I couldn’t believe what I was saying. But it was that sort of moment, when dark secrets spill out. We were both leaning close in to our screens, utterly focused on each other.
“You’d like me...to have sex with another man?” she asked slowly. She looked amazed...but also aroused.
“I don’t know if I’d want it to go that far. But...I like the idea of other men wanting you. Of them trying to seduce you. Does that make sense?”
She nodded slowly.
“Whereabouts does Tony bunk?” I asked.
“Just down the corridor,” she said quietly.
We both just stared at each other for a moment.
“What if you went and knocked on his door...” I said. “And invited him into your room to share the rest of the wine?”
Heather took a long, shuddering breath in. “Are you sure, Glen? I don’t want to do something we’ll regret.”
“Do you like him?” I asked.
She hesitated.
“It’s okay,” I told her. “Really.”
“Yes,” she said at last. “He’s pretty hot. And he seems like a nice guy. Yes. I like him.”
We both stared at each other again. A movement caught my attention, out of the corner of my eye. Her hand, down between her thighs, had stopped moving while we’d been talking. But now she was stroking herself again.
“How far would we go?” she asked, “if we did this?”
I considered. I wasn’t sure what I wanted, exactly. I just knew that the idea of some guy lusting after my wife made me harder than I’d thought possible. I hadn’t had a drink, but I felt like I was drunk, intoxicated by the idea of it.
“What if...you let him kiss you?” I said. “And then told him that you’re married, and sent him packing?”
She stared at me. “This is insane,” she said suddenly. But her fingers didn’t stop moving.
“What if you let him kiss you?” I asked again.
“You’d really be okay with that?” she asked.
I hesitated, thinking about it hard. The idea of his lips on hers...there was some part of me, the caveman part, I guess, that exploded into white-hot rage at the idea. But there was another part, equally strong, that stirred into life, dark as oil. I nodded.
“But I want to watch,” I told her. “You have to leave the camera on.”
She smiled suddenly, as if the ridiculousness of the whole thing had just occurred to her. I think she didn’t believe we’d actually go through with it. “He’ll see it’s on.”
“Not if you minimize the chat program.”
She glanced at the door, and I knew she was imagining the corridor outside, and Tony’s door. “What if you change your mind?” she asked. “We need a way to communicate.”
After a little experimenting, we found that even when the chat program was minimized, it displayed the last message received in the task bar at the bottom of the screen. I could send a one word message and she’d see it, even if she just glanced at the screen. We agree on GREEN and RED for “Keep going” and “Stop”. She wouldn’t be able to talk back, of course, or Tony would realize what was going on.
She shook her head. “We can’t,” she said. “We’re married.”
“It’s not cheating if I’m okay with it,” I told her.
“What is it, then?” She poured herself another glass of wine and took a gulp. “’Swinging?’”
“It doesn’t have to be anything, apart from one crazy night. Just a one-off thing. As far as Tony knows, he tried his luck, got as far as a kiss and was turned down. That’s it.”
She hesitated.
“You do want to do it, right? I mean, you like him?” I asked.
She looked at me very seriously, and then nodded. I could see the gleam in her eyes. She wanted to, but she couldn’t believe I was allowing her to.
“It’s okay,” I told her. “Go and knock on his door. Have fun. I’ll tell you if I want you to stop.”
She stared at me for another few seconds. “I love you,” she told me suddenly.
“I love you, too.”
I saw her lean forward and click something on her laptop. An icon appeared to tell me that she’d muted me at her end. That seemed like a good idea at the time—we didn’t want to alert Tony and I might accidentally gasp or something. My view didn’t change, but I knew that on her end, the chat program had closed down to the taskbar at the bottom. I watched as Heather opened her door and looked both ways down the corridor. It hit me that she was in a dress, and heels. Of course she wouldn’t want to be seen by the rest of the crew. She slipped out, and I took the opportunity to run to the kitchen and grab myself a beer.
I got back first and sat there nervously waiting. Would she do it, or chicken out? Would Tony come back to the room with her? What if I was wrong about him, and his intentions were completely honorable? Would he think she was trying to seduce him?
The door opened and I sat up straight in my chair. My wife came in first, followed by Tony. He was in a tank top and jeans, this time, and I looked enviously at his thickly muscled arms. He shut the door behind him.
It was strange, being an invisible observer in the room. I started to realize how much men sneak looks when the woman isn’t looking. Heather was pouring the wine, her hand shaking a little, and as soon as she looked down towards the bottle, Tony’s eyes were licking down her body, focusing especially on her breasts.
They clinked glasses and looked for a place to sit down. There was only one chair, so Heather sat down on the bed. It was a narrow, single bed—no one has lovers, aboard an oil rig.
Except this lucky crew, went through my head.
She’s not going to sleep with him, I reminded myself. It’s just a tease. She’s just going to tease him. Maybe kiss him.
Tony sat down right next to my wife, their hips a hand width apart. My heart started beating faster. They chatted, making innocent small talk about her work, his work, life on the rig...but I was following Tony’s gaze, and it led straight to my wife’s naked thighs.
They finished the first glass of wine and Tony suggested a second. I saw Heather hesitate—she’d already had a glass and a half before he arrived, so she was well ahead of him. She glanced at the camera.
GREEN, I typed. I figured she needed a little more Dutch courage.
She must have seen the word appear in the taskbar, because she nodded to Tony and he refilled her glass. As he put the bottle down, he shifted his weight a little. An innocent enough move, but when he resettled on the bed he was even closer to Heather, their legs almost touching. And when he leaned back, stretching his shoulders, his hand landed behind her. He didn’t have his arm around her, exactly, but he was about halfway there.
I saw Heather glance at the camera again. I could see her breathing get a little faster, her breasts rising and falling under the dress. She was nervous as hell, but she was aroused, too. She was watching the taskbar, checking to see if I would type RED. But I didn’t.
She relaxed a little and turned towards Tony just as he kissed her.
It happened suddenly, his lips coming down on hers before she was prepared. She relaxed into it for a second, eyes closed, and then seemed to suddenly catch herself and jerk away.
“I—I’m married,” she stammered.
“So?” Tony said quietly.
I felt my cock twitch. Something about the way he discounted me so easily. I was disgusted at myself, but I couldn’t deny how turned on I was.
Heather shook her head. “We can’t.”
Tony moved forward on the bed. “We can.” He kissed her again, and she moved back away from him, but his lips followed her. When she broke away for the second time, she was panting, her face flushed. “We—Tony, I like you but—”
He kissed her a third time, and this t
ime he had her backed up against the wall. He kissed her hard, and then I saw their cheeks move as his tongue slipped into her mouth. She groaned, a low sound of passion and resignation, and stopped struggling.
I leaned closer, my cock rock hard. God, he was doing it. Another man was kissing my wife, right in front of me. I was more turned on than I’d ever been in my life. I could see her relaxing into the kiss, even starting to kiss him back a little....
Then his hands slid up to her breasts, cupping the firm globes and squeezing gently.
I blinked. We hadn’t talked about that—about touching and groping. I waited for her to stop him.
But Heather was kissing him hard. She made no attempt to break the kiss, this time. Not even when one hand slid down her body to her leg and started stroking the bare skin of her thigh. I watched as the hand slid up under her tight skirt—I could actually see the outline of it as it rose up to her inner thigh.
I shook my head in disbelief. This was going too far! Why wasn’t she stopping him?
He lifted his lips from hers for a second and I thought that would be her cue. I thought she’d shake her head and tell him to get off her, and he’d slink back to his room. But instead, she tilted her head back a little, exposing her throat, and a whisper escaped her.
The laptop’s microphone was excellent. Her voice was low and husky, but I still heard her say it. “Yes.”
Tony smiled and his hand slid higher, his wrist pushing up the hem of her dress around her thighs. More and more smooth skin appeared, and then he stopped and lifted his head in amazement. I saw Heather flush as she realized what he’d felt...or rather, hadn’t felt. It took me a second longer to get it.
“No panties,” breathed Tony. A sly smile spread across his face. “You strut around playing the scientist, but you’re really just a slut, aren’t you?”
No, I thought, she took them off for me! But there was no reason for him to think that. He didn’t know I was watching—he thought she was cheating on me. As far as he knew, she was hot for him and had dressed accordingly.
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