While Her Husband Watches

by Thomas Henry

  While Her Husband Watches

  (Temporarily Mine Series - Book 1)

  By

  Thomas Henry

  Text Copyright © 2012 Thomas Henry

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  This is a work of fiction. Characters and events are imaginary or are portrayed fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, organizations, events or places is coincidental. All sexually active characters in this work are at least 18 years old.

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  WHILE HER HUSBAND WATCHES

  (Temporarily Mine Series – Book 1)

  “Hi, it’s Karen.”

  It took me a couple of seconds to recognize the voice on the phone. Karen. Ted’s wife. I was surprised to hear from her, considering how things ended last time. “Hi, Karen. What’s up?”

  “Well, Ted is at sea for a couple more weeks and I’m having a problem with our shower. I think you once said something about doing home repairs, and I thought maybe you would help me.”

  “Sure, if it’s something I know how to do.” Somewhere in the back of my mind, it struck me as odd that she would call me about something like a broken shower. Karen and Ted lived in Navy housing. Wouldn’t the Navy take care of such things? “What’s wrong with it?” I asked.

  “We have one of those showerheads with the hose. You know, so you can hang it up or hold it in your hand. Well, the hose broke off, so I have no way to use the shower.”

  “Did the hose itself break? You might be able to get a replacement for it.”

  “No, the plastic thing where the hose connects broke. I got a whole new hand-held shower kit at the Exchange, but I don’t know how to install it.”

  “Oh, okay,” I said. “I know how to do that. Let’s see…I have a meeting this afternoon, but I could come over later this evening, if that works for you. Shouldn’t take too long to fix it.”

  “Oh, thank you! That would be great. Um, do you remember where we live?”

  I remembered. I had been to Ted and Karen’s house twice before. The first time was for a party, and the second was when Ted’s plan to watch me have sex with Karen didn’t work out.

  The party was a group of would-be-swinger couples. We originally had met online, and later started meeting in person at the open-air bar at Restaurant Row, just to be able to put faces to the names. Those public meetings were a nice non-threatening way to meet, but they weren’t very conducive to getting to know each other well enough to initiate any intimate activities. So, we decided to have a couples-only party at Ted and Karen’s house, with the understanding that the party would be an introductory kind of thing where no one would be under any pressure to engage in actual sexual activity.

  As it happened, Mai had returned from one of her extended trips to visit her family in Southeast Asia, and she agreed to attend the party with me, even though she really wasn’t all that interested in swinging. We had engaged in a ménage a trois a couple of times, but Mai was more into fucking other guys one-on-one. She was open to the possibility that she might meet someone interesting at the party, but mostly she went just so that I could go.

  Considering that we all were supposed to be aspiring swingers, the party was pretty tame. But we did play one little game that I dubbed “speed swinging.” It was sort of a combination of speed dating and a friction party. Basically, the guys sat around the perimeter of the room, and the women moved from guy-to-guy at five minute intervals so that, in an hour or so, each woman had spent five minutes getting to know each guy.

  Aside from the five-minute time limit, the game didn’t have any rigid rules, so each woman was free to set her own limits on the level of intimacy she would encourage or tolerate. Mostly, it came down to the women sitting on the guy’s laps, with a bit of fondling here and there.

  Mai was a big hit with the guys. As was her custom, she wasn’t wearing a bra. At thirty-seven, she was in better shape than any of the other women there. She had a petite, toned body with huge silicone-enhanced breasts and pacifier-sized nipples. She drew everyone’s attention, and she enjoyed being a cock tease. She went from man to man, sitting on their laps, rubbing her ass against their cocks, and letting them feel her up, pretty much without limit.

  Some of the other women seemed a bit put out by her behavior, but I got a kick out of watching her wrap the guys around her little finger, knowing that she was teasing them for my benefit. Most of the guys were younger, and it was clear that they all were drooling over her. But knowing her as well as I did, I was pretty sure she didn’t have any real interest in any of them.

  Aside from Mai’s antics, most of the activity wasn’t very memorable. We didn’t know each other very well yet, so despite the purpose of the group, most of the speed swingers were reserved in their physical contact. There was one twenty-something guy, though, who took great delight in having Mai wiggle in his lap as he slipped his hands up under her top and played with her nipples. He seemed oblivious of the daggers his young, blonde wife was looking at him. But, at the next change of partners, his wife hopped into my lap and pulled my hands up under her T-shirt. I was torn. I didn’t want to start any trouble with her husband, and I was pretty sure she was more interested in getting back at him than in getting intimate with me. But I am a man, and we men do like to feel women’s breasts. I cupped her bra-constricted breasts with my hands. She placed her hands over mine, squeezing and encouraging me to fondle her. She was a good handful. Her breasts were soft and natural. I sat there for the whole five minutes gently massaging her, barely resisting the temptation to slide my hands up under her bra, and hoping that she wasn’t offended by my hardening cock pressing against her butt.

  Karen was my next partner. She sat on my thigh, much as a kid might sit on Santa’s lap. I guessed she was in her late twenties, which made her somewhere around fifteen years younger than I was. She was a brown-eyed brunette who probably had been a real head-turner at one time. She still was nice looking, but she seemed to have let herself go, maybe as a result of marital boredom and the effort of keeping up with a couple of kids. Her hair was thick and unruly. She was pale and wore almost no makeup. Her figure was still decent, but she probably weighed about twenty pounds too much.

  She was wearing a modest pair of tan shorts and a white t-shirt. Her ample bosom was restrained by what seemed to be an industrial strength bra. She was at least as busty as Mai, but so far as I could tell, she seemed to be all natural. I figured that, if she had gone to the trouble of having her breasts enhanced, she would have been wearing something more revealing to show them off.

  I was dying to touch her to see for myself, but I almost always wait for the woman to make the first move, and Karen just sat there holding my hand, slowly rubbing her thumb against my palm. I knew what that meant in high school. I wondered if Karen knew. I resisted the temptation to touch her breasts, but I did get bold enough to rub her back on the outside of her shirt with my free hand.

  I guess neither of us was all that adept at small talk. She told me she spent a lot of her time taking care of her two daughters, and I told her I spent a lot of mine remodeling my house. Despite the fact that I was almost old enough to be her father, I thought I felt an undercurrent of sexual tension between us, but neither of us said anything even remotely sexual. After a couple of minutes of small talk, we lapsed into silence and just sat there quietly, holding hands, until our time was up. To my surprise, she leaned over and gave
me a quick kiss on the cheek as she got up to move on to her next “date.”

  A couple of days after the party, I got an e-mail from Ted. He said he had been trying for some time to get Karen to have sex with another man while he watched. She had been less-than-enthusiastic about the idea, but finally had agreed on the condition that she could pick the other man. After the party, she told him that she would be willing to fulfill his fantasy with me, assuming I was interested.

  I was ambivalent. In the abstract, the idea was really appealing. But, I didn’t find Karen all that attractive, and I was concerned she would be acting under duress. I had no desire to have sex with a woman who felt pressured into it, so I had my doubts. But I remembered that undercurrent of sexual tension I thought I felt with her, so I couldn’t bring myself to rule out the possibility, either.

  I ended up putting Ted off for a little while by telling him, more-or-less truthfully, that I didn’t fuck other women when Mai was in town, unless she somehow was involved, too. Of course, Ted said that I should bring her with me. He suggested that we could do a same-room-full-swap. I had nothing against that idea myself, but Mai already had told me that she thought Ted and Karen were too young for us, so I was pretty sure she wouldn’t be interested in a foursome.

  Over the next month or so, Ted persisted, sending me frequent “COME FUCK MY WIFE!” e-mails. He said he couldn’t get Karen to agree to have sex with anyone else but me, so he did his best to persuade me. My ambivalence began to fade, and when Mai finally left town again, I told Ted that I was ready to fulfill his fantasy so long as I was comfortable that Karen felt okay about it.

  A few days after Mai left, I went over to Ted and Karen’s house again. This time, it was just the three of us. It was late enough that their two little girls were in bed asleep.

  I suppose I was expecting Karen to be dressed in something seductive. In my mind’s eye, I had imagined her in a diaphanous peignoir. But in reality, she was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt again, pretty much the way she had been dressed at the party.

  Things were a bit awkward at first. I’m not sure any of us had a well-thought-out game plan for the evening. We sat in the living room and drank some wine and made small talk. I got the feeling that they were waiting for me to make the first move, but I guess I had figured that Ted would orchestrate things, inasmuch as it was his fantasy.

  They had some music playing softly on the stereo. I didn’t recognize the singer, but when she started to sing something that was slow and sultry, I asked Karen to dance with me. I’m not much of a dancer, but I can sway in time with the music. And of course, dancing was hardly the point. It was just a way of initiating physical contact to break the ice. As they say, dancing is a prelude to sex.

  Karen and I danced until the song was over. She seemed relaxed in my arms, and I sensed that she was feeling okay with the situation. I thought I probably should initiate some further intimacy. But we still were in the living room, and that hardly seemed the place to start undressing her. Fortunately, Ted suggested that we move upstairs to their bedroom and continue dancing there. He said he would gather up the drinks and join us in a few minutes.

  In the dimly lit bedroom, Karen and I began to dance again. This time, she wrapped her arms around my neck and I wrapped mine around her waist. She held me tightly as we swayed, rubbing her pelvis against my growing erection and pressing her breasts against my chest. I kissed her forehead and the tip of her nose. She turned her face up to me, and I kissed her lips. She was tentative at first, but then she parted her lips and gave me the tip of her tongue. She seemed to be encouraging me, so I was feeling pretty good about going ahead with Ted’s fantasy.

  After we had danced to a couple of songs, Ted arrived with the drinks. I figured it was about time to start undressing Karen. I slipped my hands up under the back of her t-shirt and was fumbling with her bra when I felt Ted tap me on the shoulder.

  “Can I cut in?” he asked. I felt like telling him to go find his own woman. But all things considered, I thought better of it and yielded Karen to him. I sat on the corner of the bed as they started to dance.

  Ted wasted no time. He pulled Karen’s t-shirt off over her head and tossed it in the corner. As they resumed dancing, he unhooked Karen’s bra and started to pull the straps off her shoulders. But Karen suddenly pulled away from him and fled the room, hugging her bra against her chest.

  Ted gave me a confused look and then went after her. I decided to stay where I was, sitting on the corner of the bed. Ted was gone for quite a while. Occasionally, I could hear his voice, but not well enough to understand what he was saying. I was getting pretty uncomfortable and was about to leave when Ted came back.

  “I’m sorry,” he said. “I thought she was ok with it, but I guess not.”

  After that night, I didn’t hear from Ted again. So now, several months later, I didn’t know what to think about Karen’s call. Asking me to fix her shower seemed sort of contrived, but considering how our last meeting ended, I was reluctant to read too much into her request.

  * * * *

  When Karen answered the door later that evening, I almost didn’t recognize her. Over the months since I last had seen her, she had slimmed down quite a bit. She was wearing a light gray tank top and black jeans. The tank top did little to conceal the tight black bra that caused her full breasts to bulge just above the neckline of her shirt. Her shoulder-length hair was nicely styled. Her skin was tanned to a light bronze, and her makeup looked like it had been done professionally. It was subtle, but very effective in accenting her full lips, her cheekbones, and her large brown eyes. I thought she was gorgeous.

  She smiled as she held out her hand and said, “Nice to see you. Thanks for coming.”

  I took her hand, but didn’t shake it. I just held it as I leaned forward a bit and kissed her on the cheek. “Nice to see you, too.”

  She kissed my cheek and then we stood there and looked into each other’s eyes for a couple of extra beats. “Come in,” she said, and closed the door behind me. As is customary in Hawaii, I kicked off my shoes just inside the door. I was surprised at how quiet the house was. I wondered if the kids were upstairs.

  “Would you like something to drink?” Karen asked.

  “Sure, that would be nice.”

  “What would you like? I have soda, beer, wine…water, of course. Gin and tonic? That’s what you were drinking at the party here, wasn’t it?”

  “Oh, I don’t really care. Whatever is easy for you.”

  “It’s all easy. What can I get you?”

  “Why don’t you just surprise me?”

  Karen looked directly into my eyes and smirked. “I can do that. You know where the bathroom is. Why don’t you go on up and take a look at the shower, and I’ll fix something for you to drink.”

  I padded up the stairs and down the hallway to the bathroom. The bedrooms were quiet and empty. I wondered where the kids were.

  I found the new hand-held shower still in its package on the countertop by the sink. I pulled the adjustable wrench and channel-locks out of my back pocket and gently placed them on the counter. I opened the package and examined the contents. No surprises. I just needed to swap brackets on the shower arm, connect the new hose, and attach the hand-held shower head. Ten minute job. Maybe fifteen under the influence of adult beverage. I fished the roll of Teflon tape out of my shirt pocket and went to work.

  I had the old bracket off and was wrapping Teflon tape around the threads of the shower arm when I heard Karen’s voice behind me. “Here you go. Gin and tonic,” she said as she set a glass next to my tools on the countertop. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that she also was holding a bottle of white wine and a glass. She poured herself a full glass and took a swig. “So, how’s it going?” she asked.

  “Should be done in a few minutes.” I threaded the end of the hose onto the fitting on the bracket and snugged it down with the adjustable wrench.

  “Break time,” Karen said as she picked up m
y gin-and-tonic and handed it to me.

  “Thank you, ma’am,” I said. “A man works up a powerful thirst doing home repairs.” We clinked glasses. I took a sip. Karen drained her glass.

  “I’ll bet. Now, exactly what are you doing there?” she asked as she poured herself another glass.

  “Well, you see, I screwed this thing onto that thing, and now I’m screwing the hose on here.”

  “Sure seems like you’re doing a lot of screwing.”

  I shrugged my shoulders and tried on an innocent expression, belying the fact that I could feel my cock beginning to swell. I put down my glass and turned to thread the hose onto the hand-held shower head. “Here I go again.”

  “Let’s see if you’re doing it right,” Karen said as she pressed her chest against my back to get a look over my shoulder. I could feel her warmth through my shirt. Her hair brushed against my cheek. It had the light, fresh smell of shampoo. I couldn’t help but wonder how she had managed to wash her hair with a broken shower.

  Trying not to break contact with her, I finished attaching the shower head and hung it in its bracket. “All done. So how did you break this thing, anyway?” I asked as I turned back to face her.

  Karen drained her glass again and set it down on the countertop. She draped her arms around my neck and kissed me fully on the lips. “Don’t ask,” she whispered. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her against me as I returned her kiss, slowly working my tongue between her lips. She opened her mouth and intertwined her tongue with mine. As we continued to kiss, she began to rub her pussy back and forth against my cock. Apparently she had noticed the developing bulge in my pants. Suddenly, we seemed to be back to where we left off last time. But this time, there was no Ted to cut in.

  I slid my hands down the small of Karen’s back and over her ass. It was wonderfully round and firm, and my cock throbbed as I imagined her naked butt pressed against my groin. I slid my hands back up under the back of her shirt and found her bare back above the waistband of her jeans. I continued until my hands were where her bra strap should have been. All I found was bare skin. I pressed my hands hard against her back, forcing her breasts tight against my chest.