A Simple Proposition

by Jennifer O'Donnell

  Two different men had come in her mouth in the last ten minutes. That wasn’t a normal night.

  She kissed Steve, and went back out to the main room suddenly wondering what to do now. She didn’t know if she should talk, or offer to do it again, or what. Maybe they should just get dressed and go. She hesitated.

  “Sorry,” the guy said. “You could have used the bedroom.”

  “It’s fine,” Pam said. “It was just what I needed.”

  “Do you want a drink or something?”

  Pam decided that meant they should stay.

  She wasn’t sure what to do, but she was still feeling all buzzed and horny. Practically against her will, she sat on the guy’s lap and pushed herself down onto him, pushing her tits into him, grinding gently on his half-stiff cock, still sticky, still wet from sex, only her damp underwear between them.

  Steve watched, but didn’t say anything, so Pam kept doing it. It was hot. It felt nice. She almost wanted to go and fuck again rubbing onto the guy like that.

  The guy put his hands on her back while they kissed, then on her hips, then said, “I can get you off, if you like.”

  Pam stopped and looked at him.

  “I’d like to,” he said. “I want to.”

  Pam looked over at Steve. She was tempted. She really wanted to. She’d just basically had sex with the guy, and it seemed the right way to end it.

  Steve didn’t say anything, though. Didn’t say yes.

  “Can I?” Pam said, wondering if she should even ask.

  He looked at her, then shook his head. “Maybe we should go.”

  Pam was disappointed, but she understood. She stood up and found her clothes. She wasn’t going to upset Steve by dragging it out at a moment like that if he was feeling weird.

  She thought the guy understood, too. He didn’t make a fuss. He kissed her goodbye, but just on her cheek. He said it was fun and come back if they liked. He made her take his card.

  Chapter 12

  We should talk,” Pam said, when they got home.

  “No!” Steve said sternly, “We should fuck.”

  She smiled, then realized he was serious. Afterwards, she tried again, asked how he was, if he was okay, but he just shrugged it off.

  It didn’t feel right, pushing too hard on his feelings, when it was she who’d been all over someone else. She wondered if she should feel used, since he’d talked her into this, but it didn’t feel like that. It felt like she’d gotten more from it than Steve.

  They didn’t talk about “it” for a week, but kept having dirty, twice-a-day sex. Pam could only assume the increase in their sex lives was connected to that night. It felt like they’d been right at the start, when she was all tingly and excited and happy with the world, all the time. She didn’t mind not talking about that night, but they didn’t say anything at all, not even a joke about something that was potentially a big and confusing a step in their relationship. Pam wondered if that silence was a bad sign. Still she felt that Steve needed time to process his emotions.

  Steve didn’t seem upset, though, so she didn’t push. She’d been surprised when she realized she liked it, a lot. She was also surprised by how much she wanted to do it again! Would Steve understand? Then there was the “what if Steve didn’t want to?” Pam didn’t want Steve feeling nagged and decided she shouldn’t bring the topic up. Just like he hadn’t nagged her at first.

  She waited a week, feeling horny and frustrated, wondering if Steve would ask her, but he didn’t. He hadn’t seemed unhappy, so she wasn’t sure. Maybe he didn’t want to, or maybe he didn’t want to pressure her.

  In the end she said, “I would again.” A beat. “If you wanted to.”

  Steve looked at her.

  “I mean,” Pam said, “It’s really me getting a free pass, so maybe I shouldn’t say it like that; after all I’m doing you a favor, but I would. If you wanted me to do it again.”

  “It isn’t like that. A free pass.”

  “It kind of is.”

  He shrugged.

  “You were okay with it, though?” she said. “You don’t feel upset?”

  “Not at all.”

  “Are you okay with what we did? Not jealous?”

  Steve just shook his head.

  Just to reassure herself Pam had to ask, “And the kiss was okay?”

  He hesitated, then nodded.

  Now she was curious as to what he was thinking. What he felt. What he wanted to do. What he enjoyed watching the most. “Was it hot, watching?” Pam said. “I mean, was it what you wanted?”

  “Yeah. Yeah, it was only better.”

  Pam felt relieved. “So should we do it again?”

  Steve looked at her for a while. “I don't want you doing this for me, though,” he said.

  “This is for you now. You have to wanna to do it again.”

  Pam looked at him trying to read his emotions.

  Steve went on. “The question is do you really want to do it?”

  “No, I…” Pam paused making sure she read him correctly. “I wanted to be sure that you wanted to do this again.”

  Steve put his hand on Pam's. “You’re pushing this a little bit, which tells me that you want to do it again. I just want to be sure you want to do it, not just for me but for you.”

  “You said you were sure.” Now she was confused as to what Steve really wanted.

  Steve gave her a reassuring smile. “I am.”

  “Okay, so what’s the harm?”

  “It’s not harm. It’s not bad. It’s that you want to. You’re acting like this is all for me, but you want to, too.”

  She didn’t really want to admit it, so she shrugged. “I suppose.”

  Absolute silence.

  “So do you want to do it again or not?” Pam said, pushing again. But she’d been waiting a week.

  Steve didn’t answer for a moment. Then he said, “Yeah, but I want you to say it.”

  “I want to,” Pam said. “I will if you want me to.”

  “But that's not what I'm asking.” Steve took a deep breath. “I need to know if you enjoyed yourself and if you want to do it again – for you.”

  Pam looked down at the floor. “I did.” She took a deep breath then softly admitted, “I do.”

  “Thank you.” Steve gave her a loving touch.

  Pam could see by looking at Steve that this conversation was not quite over for Steve. “What are you thinking about?” she asked.

  “I was wondering if this was a terrible thing that we did. But I'm so glad you enjoyed it.” He paused for a moment. “Because I really loved it.”

  “It’s not a bad thing.” She watched his reaction to her words. “Not if we both want to.”

  “That’s why I don’t want to feel I’m making you do this, but that you’re enjoying it, too.”

  Pam smiled, “I’m getting to have a little fun with other guys. It’s a bit give and take. I love the seduction and planning part.”

  Silence.

  “So we are?” Pam said.

  “We are.” Steve smiled while trying to hide his growing approval.

  “Same guy, or another?” Pam said.

  “Whichever you like. It’s up to you.”

  “You’re sure? It’s not weird seeing that one again?”

  “Whichever you like.”

  “Okay,” Pam said. “I’ll think about it.”

  Chapter 13

  teve had told Pam about a party that he wanted to go to. He didn't have much information but she was looking forward to going. She always enjoyed meeting new people. She was shocked that Steve had suggested a party since he wasn't known for one to let loose and hang out with strangers.

  Pam decided it might be more sensible and better if they found someone different, not to get into a habit with the same person who might cause some kind of complication later. She feared someone showing up at their house, or worse, having to deal with someone if they cut him off.

  She would worry about that late
r - they had to get ready for tonight’s party now.

  When they arrived at the party, Pam flirted with a guy they’d just met as much as she could. Over a slow teasing hour, laughing, looking at him, she had fun getting him a bit confused as to who Steve was and why he was there.

  This wasn't a typical party, which made Pam fidgety. So she decided to set off on a stroll through the massive house. Sure enough, she found couples in various stages of “getting to know you.” She also found several women kissing with whom she assumed were their husbands watching.

  After an hour or so, she went back to the party, rejoined the original stranger she’d been flirting with, and motioned to Steve to go get another drink. Pam leaned over and kissed the stranger.

  The stranger kissed her on the cheek and then on the lips for a minute. Noticing Steve approaching their table he mumbled into her ear, “Who’s the guy?”

  “Don’t worry about him.” Pam wasn't ready to make out with this stranger.

  “Who is he?”

  She wasn’t sure what to say. She wanted to do it, she wanted this thing, and she didn’t want to scare anyone off before she was ready. “My husband,” she said.

  He looked at her.

  “It’s fine,” Pam said. “He doesn’t mind.”

  The stranger wasn't comfortable and seemed unsure.

  Pam moaned into his ear, “He doesn’t mind, as long as he can watch.

  “Just watch?” the guy said.

  Pam nodded.

  “Shit, why not.”

  It was as easy as the last time. They’d thought ahead tonight and already gotten a hotel room. Pam told the guy where to go, kissed him for a while and grabbed his cock and said, “Fucking turn up. I mean it.”

  “I will.”

  “Do,” she said, and he did.

  Chapter 14

  t the hotel, Pam knelt on the floor, where Steve seemed to want her to be, and sucked another stranger’s cock. She swallowed when he was done, and wiped a little off her chin, then put on a robe and went and kissed the guy at the door and said thanks.

  He wasn’t as nice. He didn’t stroke her hair, and didn’t thank her, and she got the feeling there was a bit of an attitude, like she’d been the one who asked, so he was doing her a favor.

  She didn’t really care.

  Pam went to the mini-bar fridge to find something to drink. Before she could grab something, Steve grabbed her, and pushed her onto the bed for what she knew would be a good fuck, so that was worth it. Halfway through he turned her over, face to face, and kissed her.

  “Hey,” she said, jerking away. “Shit. I’ve got his…”

  “I know.”

  She looked at Steve for a while, then thought, “why not?” It was weird, but it wasn’t any weirder than everything else they were doing. Steve wanted her to be with another man. The kinkiest part was his fascination with her allowing the man to cum in her mouth, so she probably shouldn’t be surprised he didn’t mind kissing her after the stranger released. She kissed him back with the taste of another man still in her mouth, and it was hot and sexy, Steve seemed to like it too. He closed his eyes and fucked her harder.

  Afterwards, she flopped on the bed and lay there looking at the ceiling, wiggling her jaw. Steve asked if she was sore, and when she nodded, he stroked her back. She thought how sweet and considerate that was.

  Pam decided that maybe there shouldn’t be any more strangers, though. She’d been lucky the first time, with the first guy, and that guy had asked her back. So perhaps she should next time, if there was a next time.

  She’d feel more appreciated, anyway, if she did.

  Chapter 15

  would again,” Pam said after a few days. “If you’re still into it. I haven’t got it out my system or whatever.”

  “Me either.”

  “You’re sure?”

  “I’m sure.”

  “Okay then. I thought I’d try the first guy again. Maybe go a little further with him?” There, she said it. She admitted that she wanted to go a little further with a stranger.

  Steve nodded, and said, “Fine, whoever you like,” and that seemed to be all that needed saying.

  Pam found the guy’s card and saw his name was Joe. She phoned him.

  “Hi.” Pam smiled just from hearing his voice. A memory of what she did with him flashed through her mind. “It’s me. Would you care for some head?”

  Silence.

  “You know who this is, right?” she asked.

  “I know. And yes, of course.”

  “Same deal,” Pam said. “Okay?”

  “Yeah.”

  “When?”

  “Tonight?”

  “We’ll be there.”

  They went back, and Pam undressed and sucked Joe’s cock again. It was different going back, and it was different somehow now that she knew his name.

  He seemed more relaxed, too. He said hi to Steve, asked how Pam was, and gave Steve a beer to drink while he watched. Halfway through, perhaps because he’d gotten more relaxed, he reached down and held Pam’s tits while she sucked him, and Pam didn’t tell him to stop.

  She didn’t mind, actually. It felt nice. She was achingly turned on still, and any touch, even just her breasts being cupped, was wonderful. She moved slightly, pushed her chest into his hand. He noticed and started squeezing gently. Caressing. It felt nice. She might have sighed a little, encouraging him.

  He reached further, stretching and touching between her legs through her underwear. Pam jumped and wondered if she should stop him, then decided not to. She kept sucking, pretending she hadn’t noticed. Steve was watching too, of course. She could see him out of the corner of her eye. Wondering what she’d do, she thought.

  She didn’t do anything, just kept pretending the hand wasn’t there. He pulled at her underwear, got them down slightly, and slid just the end of one finger inside her.

  Pam stopped and pressed her face against his thigh and moaned. So much for pretending.

  Joe moved his fingers a little, and she moved back, grinding on his hand, slowly.

  Steve just watched, and Pam didn’t know what he was thinking, or if she was meant to be doing this. Right now she didn’t care.

  She put Joe’s cock back in her mouth, and sucked him while he fingered her. His hand felt good. It felt all slick, hot and slippery, and she was aching, almost, for needing some.

  They kept doing that for a while, long enough for Pam to get close just from being rubbed. She humped his hand, while she had his cock in her mouth. And then they both came together, almost, Pam just before Joe.

  She felt a bit embarrassed afterwards, like she’d gone too far, or gone too far without asking, or lost something of herself by coming, too, and not just giving; but she decided not to care. She wanted to get what she needed out of this, too.

  Steve didn’t say anything for a few minutes. Pam looked at him, and he just smiled, and didn’t seem to want to talk. He didn’t try and fuck her right away, like he had last time. He just he took another beer from Joe’s fridge and sat there while Pam and Joe kissed. Pam wasn’t sure what that meant.

  When they left, though, Steve kissed Pam, kissed her hard, like he was trying to get the semen out of the back of her mouth. And when they got home, he fucked her like he had every other time, so she wasn’t sure if there was a problem or not. They didn’t talk about it and nothing seemed to have changed, so perhaps he didn’t mind. She told herself it wasn’t really reasonable to expect her to keeping giving blowjobs and not get anything back.

  She’d given Joe her number, as they left, just because. She told him to call, not sure he would. He did.

  It was an excuse to ask Steve if they could go back.

  “Yeah,” Steve said. “If you want to.”

  “It’s okay to do Joe again?”

  “If that’s what you want.”

  “Do you care? Do you mind if it’s always him?”

  Steve shook his head.

  “You sure? Complet
ely sure?”

  “Yeah,” he said.

  “Okay,” Pam said. “But this time, I want some, too. Why should you guys have all the fun? I need a little action, too! I want him to go down on me, or I want a fuck. Not just blow him and then off he goes.”