He was nodding. "Always respected."
I breathed easier. I was comfortable with that. Very comfortable.
Dinner was eaten at a small burnt-wood table highly glossed with varnish. The swirls of wood grain were highlighted with a beauty made more for looking at rather than eating on. I even gave the wood a few rubs to feel the smoothness of the finish.
Jacqueline was next to me. "Beautiful, isn't it?"
"It is."
"It was my parent's. I had it refinished by a woodworker."
Jolene was sitting on the other side with Walter. They were talking themselves about a variety of small topics. The furniture, the weather up here, the beauty of snow, the lodge – they skipped from topic to topic as if wanting to hit on everything.
It was nice seeing my wife smile.
I had the impression they touched sometimes when they talked.
~ ~ ~
In a guest bedroom almost the size of our own McMansion master bedroom, I waited for Jolene to come out of the bathroom.
She climbed into the small bed. "Uh oh."
"What?"
"You have that look on your face."
I was anxious to talk to her. "Well, don't worry. I don't think it would be polite to hump like teenagers when we're guests."
She nodded. "Doesn't feel right."
I laid on my side and placed my hand on her hip. "How did it go, anyway?"
"You were there." She seemed defensive.
"But what did you think?"
"He was very nice."
"You were touching during dinner?"
"Yes, but it was harmless. We were just talking."
I ran my hand down her panties. She was warm.
She frowned. "I thought you said we weren't going to do anything?"
"We aren't. I just can't help touching you."
"Oh, alright then." She relaxed her legs.
"He was nice to you?"
"Perfectly. It was nice not having someone act like a dick because I have a pair of tits."
I laughed. "Is it that bad at the school district?"
"Sometimes."
"He touched you?"
She gave me an eye. "Yes, but we were just talking." She reached over and groped for me. She found me mostly hard. "You like hearing that?"
I chuckled sheepishly. "I suppose."
She handled my length and began stroking. "He put his hand on my thigh several times. Left it there for a while near the end of dinner."
I hardened fully. "Did it feel nice?"
She smiled. "Yes. Does it bother you to hear me say that?"
I was half panting by now. "Uh, no." I reached my hand down her panties. She was wet.
"I thought you said—"
I breathed into her ear. "I want to feel you."
"You are such a naughty man."
"Did he rub at all?" A worm of confliction ate its way through me.
She was thinking. "No. No, just laid his hand on my thigh."
That made me feel better. At the same time, disappointed. "I guess that's okay."
"Are you sure you don't mind him touching me?"
"As long as he's a gentleman, I think it's fine." Yes, that felt better. He could flirt with her all he wanted that way. If it excited him and his wife, then great. I was happy with it like it was.
"What should I do if he touches me and rubs?" she was smiling.
"I'm not sure about that."
She gave me a squeeze. "I'm thinking this is telling me otherwise."
We had to part before the teasing drove us mad. I kissed her goodnight.
CHAPTER 5
It was snowing a little heavier the next day, but was warm enough that most of it was melting on the ground.
Walter invited Jolene for a leisurely stroll around the property, which she accepted.
She had on her jeans, snow boots, knit jacket and a scarf with a snow-beanie. She looked radiant and warm.
I watched them go from the porch. Not much could happen out in the snow.
Jacqueline came up beside me and watched them walk off. "How is… everything?"
I knew she meant more than just asking about my morning. "Alright, I guess."
"You guess?"
We went back inside. "Your husband seems concerned with respecting her. I like that."
Her smile was almost as radiant as Jolene's. "Oh, Walt will certainly make her feel like a princess. His charm is relentless."
"Walt, huh?"
She shook her head. "My pet name for him. Don't call him that to his face."
I grunted.
She said, "What do you do for fun?"
"Read business magazines for the comic relief."
She rolled her eyes with a knowing look. Business magazines were pure propaganda. "About as fun as a tabloid?"
I gave her a grin. "What about you?"
"I collect antiquities."
I gave her an appraising look. "That's unusual."
"Is it?"
"What's your favorite piece?"
She touched my shoulder as we sat on the couch. "A gemmed comb unearthed from Akkadian Babylon."
"Babylon? Wow."
"That's what I thought. Paid dearly for it, but I love looking at it. The workmanship is still evident after four thousand years."
"I'd love to see it."
"We'll have to invite you to our home."
I raised an eyebrow. Getting invited to Jacqueline Preston's cabin was special as it was. To her home? Quite special. "I look forward to it."
"I'm relieved you're comfortable with my husband paying attention to your wife."
I wasn't sure what to say. "I… think we understand each other."
She nodded. "He said you two spoke in the kitchen."
"I would not see my wife treated like—"
She stopped me. "No one wants to see their loved ones treated poorly. Rest assured Walter would never treat your wife in the wrong way."
I sighed, breathing a little easier. "I don't know about anything heavier…"
Her look said nothing, just watched me.
~ ~ ~
Walter returned with Jolene about two hours later. They came walking through the falling snowflakes holding hands. Or holding gloves.
Right outside the door they hugged. Briefly.
I had time alone with Jolene in the bedroom as she changed into something for inside. "You were holding hands?"
"Ah, yes. There was a muddy patch in the meadow and I started to slip. He saved me an embarrassing fall. After that he just sort of held on."
I couldn't say much about them holding gloves, could I? "He was nice?"
"Very. He showed me the meadow beyond the trees and the creek that borders it. There was some ruins of a water mill there. All collapsed."
"He hugged you, too."
She gave me a look. "Yes, it was very sweet."
I pursed my lips.
"Oh, come on. We were both bundled like Eskimos."
She had a point and after saying it, I didn't feel bad about it.
"You're alright?" She sat next to me on the bed.
I considered our conversation the previous night and how I felt now. Walter was being kind and a gentleman. I had nothing to complain about. "Yes, I suppose I am."
~ ~ ~
Dinner was more touching between them. It distracted me. I wanted to see and I wanted to say something, but there was nothing to say. It wasn't salacious and a part of me firmed a little in happiness that my wife was receiving so much admiration and attention.
Seeing something flirtatious like that had me expecting to be defensive, and then realizing that I was alright with it. I wanted her to have fun and be happy.
Walter made a fire after dinner in the huge fireplace. He reclined in front of it next to my wife. They both lay with their feet towards the fire. They were on their sides, facing each other, still talking. And they were talking about banking, of all things. What could be so interesting about banking? But he had her laughing
about how serious his wife was and how focused I was.
Were we that strange? I looked at Jacqueline. She was looking at me over a cup of tea, one leg crossed over the other, foot swinging idly.
Walter leaned a little closer when my wife looked at the fire. "That perfume is wonderful. What is it?" His nose was close to her neck.
Watching a man's face so close to her made my heart thump a little, but it settled quickly.
"Oh, I don't wear perfume. Bad chemicals."
"Smart woman. So that's just soap?"
Jolene shrugged with one shoulder. "Soap and skin."
His voice was low. "Intoxicating."
She sort of jerked her head to him. "My smell?"
But he was pulling away. "Drinks?"
Jacqueline said, "Scotch for me."
Jolene said, "Pina Colada?"
Walter looked hurt. "Oh, I'm sorry. We don't have those mixes here. Maybe we should have some in the future."
"What do you have?"
Scotch, rum, whisky, and vodka. The basics only. Sorry."
"That's okay. I'll have some rum."
He nodded and looked at me.
"What your wife's having."
"Two scotches, then." He walked into the kitchen leaving Jolene alone.
~ ~ ~
I was happy. Seeing them talking and drinking and touching made me realize I was worrying over nothing. A warm feeling in me appreciated his attention to my wife. My reservations were gone. Maybe with the scotch.
Jacqueline and I talked about antiques and her dismissal of anything under a couple hundred years old.
I watched Walter and Jolene talking less and less, just sort of leaning their heads together, occasionally murmuring something. What had I been worried about? My wife was beautiful. It made me feel proud that she was so attractive that my boss's husband found her irresistible.
I turned once to Jacqueline. "You? You're okay…?" I motioned.
Her smile was like a cat that had just slurped some warm milk. Her eyes twinkled and her mouth displayed a saucy grin. A single nod.
When I looked back, he was nuzzling my wife's neck. Smelling, moving his nose. Her head was back a little, relaxing and enjoying it.
I had often done the same to her. Seeing her from a totally separate viewpoint doing what she did with me was at once familiar. So that's what she looks like when I nuzzle her neck.
She leaned up a little and finished her rum. She turned to set the glass down between them and Walter lifted her chin with his finger. He was looking into her eyes with a sly smile.
I sipped at my scotch.
He leaned forward slowly.
My heart began to pound.
His lips met hers briefly – just a seductive brush of flesh.
My breath caught and my mouth was open.
But he was already pulling back.
That… wasn't so bad. I guess. I closed my mouth.
~ ~ ~
She was in bed before me. I stripped naked and climbed in.
Jolene winked at me.
I hugged her towards me. "Did you have a fun day?"
She giggled.
I could tell she was half-plastered. So was I for that matter. "How did you like all that fireplace play?"
She smiled. "Hmm." Then laughed. "That was fun."
My hand slipped down her panties. "His kissing your neck and all that was okay?"
She nodded. "Mm hmm. It made me hot."
Hearing that stirred my penis.
"And the kiss?"
She waved a hand. "What a tease. It was hardly a kiss."
I dipped a finger down and into her wet folds. "You wanted him to kiss you better?"
"Would have been nice."
"Do you want him to kiss you?"
She groaned. "Would you be mad?"
I was erect. "Not if you liked it."
"Maybe I'll let him kiss me then."
"We're leaving tomorrow."
"I know."
Another night of building sexual tension without release. I couldn't wait to get home.
CHAPTER 6
I watched Walter take Jolene for another walk Sunday morning. They held hands as they left.
Jacqueline and I talked about the Federal Reserve and the plans to replace the dollar. We talked of gold and silver and paper assets.
I think we were both chatting to pass the time until they returned.
I finally said, "How many…" I gestured out the window.
"How many other women? That's sort of a personal question, isn't it?"
"My wife is a personal question."
She got what I meant. "Three others over the years."
"Oh, that's all?"
She almost frowned at me. "Walter is very picky."
"I… guess I should be flattered."
"You should. And your wife, too."
"So you like this?"
She smiled that contented smile. "Life with Walter is always fun. Even more when another woman is involved."
"Aren't you ever worried that he'll…"
"The first time I was. But he's not interested in taking them, just appreciating them for a time."
I went quiet. That made it sound so easy and neat. But was it? After sleeping off the scotch, I had begun to wonder if I really wanted him kissing her.
But such decisions at this point of the short weekend were out of my hands. Walter kissed her outside while Jacqueline and I watched through the window.
His kiss was deep and slow. My wife responded with her arms around his neck, clinging and moving with him in the kiss. It didn't seem as sensual as I had thought it would be. More desperate – filled with tension.
The trip was over shortly after that.
~ ~ ~
I drove us home and we went through the rest of the evening doing normal things. I waited until bed to bring it up. "He kissed you this morning."
"Yes." She sounded guarded.
"Were you bothered?"
Jolene didn't answer right away. "I was unsure. But it was just a kiss. It didn't seem too big a deal at the time."
I remembered their lips locked and the desperate motions of the kiss. "You didn't like it?"
She turned and toyed with my cock, running her fingernails along it. "I liked it. For a kiss."
I wanted to say that the flirting was done, but I began to build an erection.
She smiled. "You really liked me kissing him?"
"Seeing you passionate was a turn on, but I think maybe that was enough."
She was already nodding. She blew out a breath. "Whew. Good. It might've been fun but I really don't want anything to go farther. I don't want to be placing our marriage on the chopping block so some guy can flirt with me."
"I wouldn't leave you over that."
She laughed with relief. "Well, yeah. It's already happened. So it was okay that we kissed?"
I was hard. "Yes."
She stroked me. Wicked woman.
I reached down and slid my hands down her panties. She was hot and wet. "Did you like him kissing you?"
"The kiss was nice."
"But did you like him kissing you?"
She moaned to my fingers. Then she said, "Yes."
Our sex was hot, feverish and as desperate as their kiss.
~ ~ ~
She smiled at me in the morning before she left. Her voice was silky. "I think I like what Walter's done for our love-life."
"It was great before him."
"And it's great now, too. You were an animal."
I chuckled. "You're a sexy woman."
She grew serious. "I meant what I said, though. I don't think I want to go any further."
"Alright." I was not disappointed. I had to agree, the inclusion of a little flirtation from Walter had created a sensational lust between us for each other. Is that how it was for Jacqueline? Had she been fucked silly last night? And had she enjoyed it?
~ ~ ~
I picked up my phone the following week. "Yes, Mrs. P
reston?"
"I think you can call me Jacqueline when others aren't around."
"Alright."
"Walter and I want to invite you and Jolene to The Silver Lining on Third."
The Silver Lining was a posh dinner club with a touch of dancing to slow techno music. Young people stayed away – the cover charge was a hundred dollars.
"I…"
"Say yes. Walter likes to dance and I don't. It's a very nice place."
"Yes, I've heard about it."
"Let us treat you."
"I… will have to ask—"
"Please do."
~ ~ ~
I was on my phone seconds after hanging up. I hit send on Jolene's number.
"Richard? Calling about dancing?"
I knew she figured it would be about Jacqueline and Walter. "Yes. They invited us to The Silver Lining for dinner and dancing. How did you know?"
"Walter texted me. It sounds fun."
"Oh, I was hoping you 'd agree with me to reject this one like we agreed."
"Well, it's just dinner and dancing. Posh public place. I don't see any harm in it. And I like to dance."
My concerns melted away under a wash of interest. "I guess if you put it that way."
"What else would it be?"
"I don't know, a handsome man pressed up against you half the night?"
Her laugh was low and sultry. "Someone's getting thoughts. I don't think I'll be wearing panties to bed tonight."
I laughed. "Naughty woman."
I hung up from her feeling silly for thinking about rejecting. What was dinner and dancing? It actually sounded like fun even to sit and watch her. I shifted in my chair, my member deciding to wake up and move around.
Now that I had talked to her, I found I couldn't wait. I'd have to help her pick out a dress.
~ ~ ~
Jolene said, "You're kidding." She looked at the dress.
I nodded. "That one."
"Are you serious? I can't wear something like that."
It wasn't really as bad as she was making it sound. The hem ended at her knees in a slim slink of material. The skirt was topped by a loop of material that tied around the neck. Her back would be exposed and her sides. She would look fantastic in it. "Try it on."
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