by Lexi Archer
And yet here I was looking for Jared. Looking for round two a decade after I had round one. Only this round was with my husband's blessing. With my husband very much wanting to watch this time!
We'd spent a good chunk of the past couple of days discussing everything. Going over all the potential situations. Making absolutely sure that this was what he wanted. Because if I was going to do something crazy like go get a guy to seduce him, assuming he even still wanted to be seduced after so many years, then I wanted to be absolutely sure that was absolutely what my husband wanted.
Only he'd been adamant. It was as though I'd created a monster telling him about what I'd done back in college. Once I told him there was no getting out of it. He was so turned on. He'd gotten hard right after we finished fucking just from thinking about it, but he'd also told me that he didn't want to fuck a second time.
No, he wanted to be collected. He wanted to be ready if things turned out the way he wanted them to tonight.
I was about to give up and turn around, head back to the house for good and tell Matt that we were going to have to find someone else to fulfill this fantasy, when I saw someone come up from below on the boat. I wondered if he slept on the boat or if he had a house around here somewhere. I wondered how well running a fishing charter actually paid.
Jared turned and blinked when he saw me standing there. And I imagine I was something of a sight. I wore the skimpiest bikini top I had in my wardrobe. Below I had on a skirt, and under that were my bikini bottoms. In short, I was dressed to kill.
"I was wondering if I'd see you back here," he said.
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. I resisted the urge to walk up to him and slap him. He had a lot of nerve talking to me like that. It may have been a decade since we last saw each other, but I hadn't forgotten how he'd just gotten up and walked out of my dorm room without so much as a thank you very much.
I'd been so clouded with desire and so confused by how rapidly everything had spun out of control that I hadn't thought about it at the time. Later, though, when I had a chance to really go over everything that had happened, I was good and pissed off let me tell you!
Just thinking about it was getting me hot under the collar. Almost as hot as I got looking at him and remembering some of the fun we'd had.
"You're awfully confident, aren't you?" I asked.
He shrugged and leaned against the wheel on his boat. "What can I say? When a lady's been with me she doesn't forget it."
"So I take it you grew out of your awkward phase," I said.
He laughed. And then he shook his head. "You mean that act I put on? Poor Jared, always has such a tough time with the ladies. 'You're so beautiful, can I please have your phone number?'"
I was surprised at how quickly he slipped into that act. I was surprised at how quickly the Jared I'd met in the library appeared in front of me, though he quickly slipped out of the act. That cocky smile was back on his face.
Well that confirmed one thing at least. I'd wondered whether or not it was all an act back in the day, and here was my confirmation ten years too late. I had to give him credit for having one hell of an angle. At least it had roped me and her. I was so impressed that I couldn't even bring myself to be pissed off at him!
"You're an asshole," I said.
Though there wasn't any heat to my voice. Like I said, I was more impressed than pissed off at this point. It had happened a decade ago, after all, so it was water under the bridge. Plus I had the memories of how fucking hot that night had been. It had been one hell of an experience even if it had left me with a decade of simmering guilt. That also helped to temper my anger just a little.
He shrugged. "Guilty as charged!"
I stepped forward onto his boat. He looked me up and down but didn't say anything. I was painfully aware of how close he was, but I needed to keep myself under control. I had Matt's permission to be out here, but under a very limited set of circumstances. As much as I might want to have a repeat of that night a decade ago, and after everything that had happened over the past couple of days I could finally admit to myself that I very much wanted a repeat despite that being the source of the tension and guilt I'd been feeling over the years, I needed to play this careful. I needed to make sure that if I was doing this that Matt was around to witness it.
"So how many girls did that work on back in the day?"
He shrugged. "You'd be surprised. It was definitely a better angle than going out to the bars or house parties. I'm not sure if it's because of the flattery or because I was catching girls off guard in a place where they weren't expecting to get it on."
I blinked. I was surprised by his honesty. For some reason I was expecting the player to say something about how it wasn't really a line. How women would be all over him whether or not he was using an angle like that. To have honesty was refreshing.
"None of them ever compared to you though Lisa," he said.
I rolled my eyes. "All these years later and you're still trying your lines on me?"
Jared moved over to sit next to me. I was painfully deliciously aware of how close he was to me. Of the warmth of his body. Of course I couldn't possibly be feeling the warmth of his body what with the warmth of the sun overhead, but still.
"I'm serious," he said. "You have to be the most beautiful girl I ever had the opportunity to get with. I kicked myself every day since that night that I that I just left your dorm like that. That I gave up on a chance at something because I was so cocky, so confident, so convinced that I could pull a girl as beautiful and wonderful as you whenever I wanted."
I grinned. "Turned out that wasn't the case, huh?"
"Well let's just say that you stood out as the crowning achievement of my college player career. I've settled down since then though."
I felt a stab of disappointment at that. He'd settled down? That sounded dangerously close to having a girlfriend, or maybe even a wife. I was kicking myself for coming over here. Ten years was a long time. Why wouldn't he get a wife in that time? Why couldn't he have a life of his own? I had one of my own, after all. It's not like he was going to stay the same as he'd been a decade ago in college.
I tried to keep my voice casual, disinterested, as I asked my next question.
"Oh really? Settle down? Wife and kids and all that?"
He grinned and shook his head. "No, nothing like that. I just don't go tomcatting around like I did in the old days."
I let out an almost imperceptible sigh. It had never occurred to me when I came out here that he might be settled down, and I would've felt like an idiot if I was coming out to make the offer I was about to make and it turned out that he had a wife who probably wouldn't appreciate some girl from her husband's past trying to seduce him.
Of course he'd done the same to me ten years ago and turnabout would've been fair play. Not that it mattered since he wasn't taken.
"So what do you do to get the girls if you're not out tomcatting around? Surely not every woman you run into around the lake is the most beautiful girl you've ever seen?"
"What can I say? Lots of lonely ladies come through here. Lots of lonely housewives where hubby isn't taking care of business at home."
I laughed before I could control myself. What he was saying was so close to the proposition I was about to make that I couldn't help but laugh. Sure Matt was taking care of things at home, but I was still here planning on propositioning Jared, wasn't I? He'd probably see it as hubby not being able to take care of things at home no matter what my true reasons were for making the offer I was about to make. Not that it was going to stop me.
"Interesting you should say that," I said.
He cocked an eyebrow. "Really? Is hubby not taking care of things for you? God I hope hubby hasn't been taking care of things for you!"
"Easy there," I said. "Hubby's more than taking care of things for me. Don't worry about that."
His shoulders slumped in disappointment and I bit back another laugh. He was so transparent. So
obvious. Those housewives he mentioned must be pretty desperate if he was able to pick them up as easily as he'd said. Then again he was pretty damn hot. That might be all that he needed to pull a lonely woman with a husband who wasn't "taking care of business" at home as he'd so eloquently put it.
"Don't look too disappointed yet," I said. "I have a proposition that might interest you."
"Really? I'm listening…"
We were sitting next to one another, but so far we'd both been good. So far I'd kept at least a few inches in between us. I bridged those few inches now though. He blinked in surprise, but then he smiled and seemed to welcome the contact. He actually closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. I wondered how often he'd been thinking about just this sort of contact with me over the years. How many times he'd jerked off thinking about the fun we'd had. About the fun he'd like to have if the opportunity ever arose again.
Well he was about to get one hell of an opportunity.
That sent a shiver running through my body thinking about him jerking off thinking about me. Here I'd been consumed by guilt whenever I thought about him, but it appeared I was just as much a fixture in his life. Only I was a key player in his fantasy life. Here I was consumed by guilt every time I thought of him over the years, but from his reaction it seemed he was consumed only by lust. Damn.
"What if I told you that hubby was taking care of things at home, but you still had a chance?"
"I'm definitely listening," he said. "I have a feeling there's going to be a catch though."
"Not exactly a catch. You see, it turns out my husband is into the idea of me with another guy. It turns out that rather than getting pissed off and wanting to divorce me when I finally told him about our little indiscretion he blew his stack and wanted to see it happen in person."
Jared blinked. He shook his head and chuckled. "Very funny, but I'm really not into practical jokes."
"I'm dead serious," I said. "Do you want a repeat performance or not?"
"More than anything! But you really expect me to believe he just wants to watch? I'm all about getting another chance with you, Lisa, but I'm really not into the gentlemen. I'm sure your husband is a nice guy and all…"
I held up a hand to stop him. "Trust me. He's not into any of that. All he wants is to watch."
Jared looked out over the lake and he seemed to be thinking it over. I was actually surprised that he had to think it over at all. I figured he would've jumped at the opportunity as soon as it was offered. I was actually feeling just a little insulted that he wasn't jumping on the opportunity as soon as it was offered, but what could I do?
"Fine," he said. "It's a little weird, but if I get to get with you again then I suppose I can handle somebody watching."
I smiled. "I thought you'd see things my way."
"So how are we going to do this?" he asked.
I smiled again. I was ready for this. I reached into my top, being very obvious about pulling it out and giving him a glimpse of my tits underneath. I was very happy to see his eyes widen in surprise and then he licked his lips as he realized I was giving him a little bit of a show. I pulled a slip of paper out and handed it over to him.
"There's an address and a time on that paper," I said. "Be there or you blow the opportunity."
He unfolded the paper and glanced at it, then back up to me. "You bet your hot ass I'll be there!"
I stood and tried to put the best sway possible into my walk as I made my way off of his boat. I wanted him eating his heart out as he stared at my ass. I wanted him imagining everything that he would be doing with me later tonight. I know I was so fucking wet thinking about everything we might be doing tonight assuming he didn't chicken out.
Not that I thought for a moment that he'd actually chicken out if I really was the object of his forbidden fantasies the way it seemed I was! As I stepped off the boat I turned and gave him my best smile. He was staring. Good.
"Oh and by the way," I said. "You don't need to beat yourself up any more thinking about me being the one who got away."
He smiled and it seemed like he was expecting some sort of admission of undying love. "Really?"
"You were fun," I said. "But but I never would've left my future husband back then, and I don't have any plans to leave my husband now. So make sure you're enjoying this for what it is."
His smile disappeared and he looked a little pissed off. I sighed, but it needed to be said. Besides, something told me that if he was thinking with the brain down below then he was going to show up even if he did feel slightly insulted that he'd never actually had a chance with me back then.
I made sure to continue putting some extra swing into my step as I moved up the dock and continued until I was safely out of sight of Jared and his boat. Once I was out of sight I let out a sigh and giggled.
I'd done it. It was going to happen. Assuming he showed up.
I didn't have any doubt that he would.
18: Consummation
I paced back and forth through the bedroom. I was so fucking nervous. I couldn't believe we were actually thinking about doing this!
No, we weren't thinking about doing this. We were going to do it! Damn. After so many years of fantasizing about this, after so many years of being terrified of this scenario happening even as I anticipated it, terrified of what the potential consequences could be, I found myself going just a little crazy now that we were at a point where that fantasy was actually going to be fulfilled.
I paused and looked at Lisa who was radiant in a little red dress that formed to her body. The way her nipples were straining out made it obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra under the thing. And I also knew she was only wearing a black thong underneath.
It was everything I could do not to bend her over the bed right now and start pounding away at her. My cock was that hard. I was that turned on.
But I refrained. Good things came to those who waited, and something very good was going to happen tonight if I could keep it under control long enough!
"Don't worry baby," she said. "He's going to come."
Not the best phrasing if she was trying to help my distraction. I started pacing around the room again. I couldn't believe this. I couldn't fucking believe this! All these years that I'd fantasized about her with another man. All of these years that I'd fantasized specifically about her with this man. It was crazy.
And it was happening. Damn it, it was happening! Assuming he showed up. He was already late.
The doorbell rang through the house. Well, I guess that answered the question once and for all as to whether or not he was actually planning on coming. My cock was so hard just from the sound of that bell. Talk about your all time Pavlovian response to a ringing bell!
Lisa looked at me. A penetrating gaze. "This is it. This is your last chance to back out."
I licked my lips. I thought about that. Thought seriously about that. There were so many risks to indulging in this sort of fantasy. Did I dare take them? Considering how this obsession had controlled me for so many years, did I dare not take this chance?
"I'm ready," I said.
I took up a position at the railing overlooking our living room that in turn overlooked the lake with windows running along one end of the wall. Our living room had a vaulted ceiling that ran up all three stories of the house, and the hall on the second story that led to our bedroom was open on one side to the living room below. It was dark up here so hopefully no one would be able to see me.
We decided it might be easier for him if we made up a little lie saying I'd backed out. That Lisa had laid down the law and she was going to be with him all on her own for the first time. I wasn't sure if he would buy it, particularly with a big looming dark area above the living room, but hopefully he'd be so distracted by the sexiness that he wouldn't stop and think too much.
There was no danger of Kate answering the door. We'd invoked a rarely used agreement that went back to when she roomed with my wife. If we ever needed her to make herself scarc
e for any reason all we had to do was ask and spot her a twenty to head out to the movies or, more likely, a local bar.
I grimaced. Inflation and skyrocketing movie prices meant that twenty dollars wasn't going to go nearly as far as it had back when we first made the arrangement in college, but that was her problem for never renegotiating the rate. Sure she looked curious as we hustled her out of the house, but she didn't ask any questions. That was another part of that old agreement that dated back to hanging socks on doorknobs.
Lisa strolled over to the door looking absolutely stunning in that dress. Strolling up to the door as though there wasn't another man waiting to stick his dick inside her. The first man who'd ever gotten a chance to stick his dick inside her. I shivered as I thought of that. So many years that she kept that a secret, but it might've been a good thing she kept it for the first few years at least. Back then I still wasn't completely comfortable with this fantasy. Back then I might have actually blown up. Back then it might have destroyed our relationship before I realized what a wonderful thing it was.
Now I'd had enough years to get comfortable with the fantasy of her with another man, enough time to come to terms with how ridiculous it was, that I was able to better deal with it. And so I stared, cock throbbing, barely daring to even blink lest I miss a moment of this as she pulled the door open and smiled.
"Jared!" she said.
"Lisa," came the response. He was just a shadow in the door, but then he stepped in. He was wearing pretty much the same outfit that he probably were back in college. A tight fitting shirt, khaki pants, and some sandals down below. Sunglasses were set in his tousled hair.
"So you decided to come after all?" she asked.
"There was never any doubt about whether or not I would come tonight," he said.
My cock twitched at the potential double meaning of that phrase. Damn! I very much hoped he would come tonight. Maybe a couple of times. This was so hot. They hadn't even gotten down to business and already my cock was straining. Already I felt like just the slightest touch, the slightest shifting in my pants, would be enough to provide the minimal amount of stimulation my cock needed to go over the edge.