“It’s been a while since we did… the other thing too.” Heat flushed through his face and neck.
She smiled, obviously understanding he was referring to anal sex. “Yes, it has. Maybe I’ll request that tonight.”
“You’d let a stranger do… that?”
She shrugged. “I don’t see the point in seeing other men if it’s not no-holds-barred sex.”
“Oh.”
“I’m seeing them just for the pleasure of the moment. There’ll never be any emotional side to it, and I don’t want them to make love to me. I want them to use me for sex, because that’s all I’ll be doing with them. I’ll fuck them and I’ll suck them, but I’ll never want to see any of them again.”
Nigel bit his lip and looked away.
When he looked back at her, she giggled. “You’ve got a hard on, haven’t you?”
He nodded.
“Tough. I’m not touching you until tomorrow morning.”
“Tease.”
She picked up her drink. “Yep. And you know you love me for it.”
* * * *
Nigel waited downstairs while Karen got dressed for her night out. When she walked into the living room, he was taken aback by how good she looked. She’d pinned her hair up and applied natural-looking makeup everywhere but her lips, which were dark red. She wore a cream silk blouse, a blue fitted skirt, and low-heeled cream sandals.
“You look fabulous.”
She raised her eyebrows as if waiting for more flattery.
“And incredibly sexy.”
She smiled.
“Did you go ahead with your no-underwear plan?”
Karen laughed and shook her head. “No, I decided to put some on.”
“How are the nerves?”
“I’ll be better when I get another drink inside me.”
Nigel immediately thought of a witty reply but managed to hold his tongue.
She saw his failed attempt at an innocent expression and giggled. “Yeah, I’ll be better when I get that inside me, too.”
He held out his hand. “Come on, let’s go and find you a man to fuck.”
As they reached the front door, she pulled him back and stood close, looking up into his eyes. “Promise me this isn’t going to ruin our marriage.”
He put his hands on her shoulders, stroking with his thumbs. “It won’t ruin our marriage.”
“You sure?”
“I’m sure.” He kissed her forehead. “You’re just going to have sex with him, nothing more. Nothing important—just fun and pleasure.”
She pushed her body closer, crushing her breasts against him. “But he’ll make me come.”
“Good. I like it when you come.”
“And I’ll make him come.”
“I like that, too. I like to think about men coming in you.”
She scraped her fingernails down his ribs. “I’ll be his slut.”
“I know.” He slid his hands down to cup her backside. “And when you get home, you’re going to have to be my slut, as well.”
“I love you.” She squeezed him tight for a moment before stepping back. “Come on, take me out and put me in the shop window.”
In Shrewsbury, they left the car and walked across a bridge spanning the River Severn towards the town centre. He watched her profile as she squinted into the early-evening sun and felt so proud of her. Not only was she attractive and intelligent, she was also very sexy. But it had taken these sharing adventures for him to appreciate just how sexy she was. The conversations they’d had recently were beyond even his wildest fantasies, Karen’s aptitude for dirty talk leaving him speechless at times.
They’d agreed their strategy on the drive over—to go to a pub and sit together while they had a drink and surveyed the clientele. Then he’d retreat to a table and leave her at the bar. If asked, she’d say he was her brother-in-law who was meeting someone later. If Karen found a suitor—and Nigel was confident she would—then he’d drive home alone and wait for her to text him in the morning. He wasn’t due to pick up Lucy and Violet from their sleepover until lunchtime.
The pub they chose was a three-storey, double-fronted white building, the interior wood-panelled. There were no free seats at the bar, and most of the tables were occupied by people eating. The food smelled good and Nigel’s stomach rumbled despite his nerves.
“Do you want to try somewhere else?” she asked.
He looked round the bar. “Nobody you fancy?”
She laughed and pushed his chest. “Nowhere to sit.”
“Let’s have a drink and just relax for a bit,” he said. “It’s still early, and quite a few of the diners have young families. They won’t be staying long.”
She nodded. “Okay. White wine, please. A nice one, like in the pub earlier.”
He chose the most expensive sauvignon-blanc on the list. While he was being served, one of the elderly men sitting by the bar drained his glass and stood up to leave. Nigel immediately beckoned Karen, and she slipped onto the stool while he paid.
He passed her wine. “Here you go.”
Her smile broadened as she caught him glancing down at her crossed legs. “Happy now?”
“I’d be happier still if I was the stranger.”
“You can be the stranger anytime you want. I’d be more than happy to go home with you and let you do whatever you want.”
“Roleplay?”
“If you like.”
Stroking her arm, he shook his head. “No, we’ve planned tonight for a while, and I want you to enjoy it.”
“I’d enjoy it with you, you know that.”
“I know. But this way, you’ll enjoy the stranger tonight, and then enjoy me when I get you home tomorrow.”
“You prefer second-hand goods?”
Her teasing tone made his balls rise inside his sac. “Yeah. I like them well-used.”
“Pervert.”
He nodded. “Guilty as charged. And don’t pretend you’d want me any other way.”
She laughed and sipped her wine.
Karen’s phone dinged in her bag and she checked the text. “The girls are at Pizza Express. They did laser-tag and go-karting, no Segway. Sounds like they’re having fun.”
“Good. Let’s hope we do, too.”
She looked round the room. “Found me anyone yet?”
“I’m not sure what you’re looking for. Give me some idea of what you need.”
“Oh, I have low standards. You should see my husband.”
“Bitch.”
She leaned close enough to whisper in his ear. “I just need him to fuck me. Providing he has a cock that works, I don’t mind what the rest of him looks like.”
Although her total abandon thrilled him, he wasn’t sure he believed her. “You’d need to find him attractive though, right?”
She shrugged and took a large gulp of her wine. “Get me another one of these, and I’ll overlook a receding hairline and a bit of a paunch.”
“And if I buy you two more glasses?”
“I’d probably pull a train with all the guys from the local Salvation Army band.”
Her throwaway comment had a heart-stopping effect; she’d never said anything that had such an immediate impact on him. That Karen knew what it meant to pull a train surprised him enough, but saying she’d do it—even in jest—showed a side of her he’d never imagined existed.
“I was joking,” she said with a grin. “I’d probably give half of them a coronary.”
He tried to laugh along with her but was still a little shocked. And incredibly aroused. “Maybe we should limit you to just one more glass, then.”
She giggled. “Spoilsport.”
Nigel sipped his beer and looked around the room. As predicted, the young families were leaving in droves and there were probably about twenty men in the pub now.
Turning to his wife, he smiled. “I’m pretty sure if I were to disappear, you’d soon find yourself being chatted up.”
She grabbed his ha
nd. “Don’t go yet. Stay here and talk dirty to me.”
“What? I thought I was your brother-in-law.”
She smiled wickedly. “You married my older sister but always had a crush on me.”
“Ah, I see. And what sort of things would such a man mention to his attractive, younger sister-in-law?”
“He’d ask if she was prepared to fuck a complete stranger and let him come inside her, just to indulge her pervert of a husband.”
As she chuckled into her wine glass, he glanced around, worried she’d been overheard. Nobody was listening to their conversation. Her mood created a warm trickle of excitement in his groin.
He leaned close, taking in another eyeful of her legs. “I don’t think he’d believe you were doing it just for your perverted husband, though. I’m sure he’d suspect you were doing it for yourself, too.”
“Yeah, and he’d be right.” She rubbed her legs together slightly. “I wonder how he’d feel about having a slut for a sister-in-law.”
“He’d probably start having fantasies.”
“Hmm. Well I’d send him back to my sister and tell him to work out his frustrations on her.”
Nigel smiled, but felt a little disappointed that she’d gone off-script with their fantasy. “Why would you do that?”
She leaned close and looked deeply into his eyes. “Because even though I’m a slut, I only fuck strangers and my husband.”
“I see.”
“Speaking of which, I think it’s time I found a stranger. You can go.”
“That’s it? Dirty talk over?” He was surprised he’d been dismissed so suddenly. Maybe she’s already seen a man.
She nodded. “It’s worked.”
“Worked?”
She licked her lips. “Yep. You’ve got my motor running, and I’m now in the mood for flirting.”
“Only flirting?”
She nodded. “For now. But good flirting will put me in the mood for so… much… more.”
His heart raced. “I’ll grab us another drink, then go sit over there.” He nodded in the direction of the high tables to the side of the room. “I’ll stay there until you leave.”
She laughed. “I don’t need another drink yet, but I could well be sitting here on my own for the entire night.”
He looked down at her and shook his head. “No, you won’t.” With that, he attracted the barman’s attention and ordered himself his final beer of the night. While he was waiting for his drink, Karen ran her fingernails down his ribs. He smiled at her, and they shared a look that confirmed how much they appreciated each other for what might happen later.
Nigel picked up his beer. “Good luck.”
She narrowed her eyes slightly, then winked at him.
He moved away and left her alone at the bar. It took less than five minutes for someone to start chatting to Karen, but since the man was grossly overweight and somewhere in his mid-seventies, he obviously wasn’t going to be the one. Mercifully, the old guy moved on fairly quickly, leaving her free again. A few minutes later, a group of men walked in and hovered close to her stool while they ordered drinks.
The men looked about forty and all wore sports jackets over polo shirts and chinos. Maybe they’d just played a round of golf together. Under normal circumstances, Karen wouldn’t give them the time of day. But these weren’t normal circumstances. His wife was out on the town with only one thing on her mind…
For the next fifteen minutes, the four guys formed a small semi-circle around Karen, all laughing and chatting amiably. Nigel saw her refuse a fresh drink, holding up her half-full glass as she smiled and shook her head.
His imagination ran riot at the idea of Karen leaving the pub with all four of them and pulling a train, as she’d called it earlier. He fantasised about her being naked on a bed, the four men crowding around and groping and prodding anywhere they could reach. While one parted her legs and entered her, another pushed his cock into her mouth. The other two fondled her tits while waiting their turn.
Another couple approached the bar and joined the conversation. They obviously knew the four men, and now Karen had female company. Instantly, Nigel imagined the two women kissing on a bed while the five men watched from the side, stroking their cocks and waiting for the opportunity to join in.
“Excuse me?”
Nigel looked round to see a smiling woman of about his own age standing by the side of his table. “Sorry?”
“Would you mind if we shared?” She and her husband nodded at the three empty chairs around Nigel.
“No, of course not. Please…” He held out his hand as if he were an usher.
“Thanks.” After they’d settled in their seats, the woman looked at Nigel. “It’s busier than usual tonight, probably the sunshine making people thirsty.”
He smiled and nodded. Best not admit he was only here because his wife was on a cock-hunt.
A group of ladies headed towards Karen’s golfing companions. Nigel worried that the wives would regard Karen as a floozy or a barfly, but after just a few minutes he saw her chatting and laughing along with them.
Maybe they’re all swingers. Perhaps they’ll invite the new hottie back to see what she can do…
He really needed to get a grip of his imagination.
Nigel was glad the other couple had joined his table; now he could get another drink without worrying he’d lose his seat. He approached the bar at the opposite end to where Karen was sitting. It was so busy that it took over five minutes to get served. When he took his sparkling water back to the table, the couple who’d joined him smiled.
“Is this your local?” the wife asked.
He shook his head. “No, I’m travelling back from Wales but my wife’s entertaining some friends, so I thought I’d call here to allow them all time to finish eating.”
The lady nodded. “You don’t live in Shrewsbury, then?”
“No, Leek.” It was a lie, but he’d been there a few times and liked the town.
Looking over towards the bar, he realised that the golfing group had moved away from the bar and that Karen wasn’t with them. Puzzled, he scanned the room. He couldn’t see her. A coldness seeped into his stomach. Not panic as such, but a definite sense of unease. He wasn’t sure if it was because he’d missed the opportunity of seeing her being picked up, or because something might have gone wrong. Nigel checked his phone. No texts or missed calls.
As a group of young blokes trooped outside, he eventually spotted her near the windows on the far side of the pub. She was talking to a tall man with short blond hair and black-framed rectangular glasses. He looked to be around Karen’s age and was dressed in a pale blue shirt and black jeans. She was talking and laughing, animated and comfortable. She was having a nice time.
Nigel relaxed again. Over the next fifteen minutes, he watched his wife flirt with the stranger. No doubt her motor was now running in a higher gear.
Nigel wondered if her underwear was as wet as his own was.
He saw the guy nod towards Karen’s glass, but she shook her head and said something. He looked surprised and held out his glass, which Karen took. It seemed she’d insisted on getting the round. As she walked toward the bar, Karen glanced in Nigel’s direction. Their eyes met for the briefest of moments, and his dick started to swell. She’d found someone she wanted to fuck.
When Karen returned to the stranger, Nigel noticed the pair of them standing even closer together. Their conversation seemed altogether more intimate—fewer laughs and far less animation. Karen ran a finger down the guy’s shirt, as if highlighting a mark in the material. After a few more minutes, the guy placed his hand against the wall above Karen’s shoulder as if protecting her from the approaches of other men.
Nigel realised they’d finished their drinks. The guy put the empty glasses on a nearby shelf and they headed towards the door. Karen paused only to speak to the golfing crowd as she passed them. The stranger placed his hand on the small of Karen’s back and steered her out of the pub.<
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He’s going to fuck my wife.
Nigel took another sip of his sparkling water and tried to quell the storm raging through his brain. He glanced at his watch; it was only a little after ten. He probably had about twelve hours to kill before catching up with Karen again and getting all the details.
He knew that no matter how much he tried to resist, he’d masturbate when he got home. There was no way he’d be able to get to sleep while thinking about what the stranger was doing with his wife. By the time Nigel slipped between the sheets, Karen would probably have already been fucked. She’d be lying in the guy’s bed with a snatch full of his cum, purring into his ear about him getting it up again and giving her another load. Maybe she’d offer him her mouth as an incentive. Or even her backside.
Nigel swallowed the lump in his throat. He spent another ten minutes at the table and finished his drink, then said goodnight to the couple at his table and headed to the gents. No way could he drive forty-five-minutes with a full bladder and a hard on.
Alone in the toilets, he looked down and squeezed the tip of his swollen cock. The slit oozed clear precum.
What sort of pervert gets turned on when another man fucks his wife?
Someone else entered the bathroom. Nigel took a piss, washed his hands and headed out into the pub. He walked out into the night air, cooler than earlier but still pleasant as he made his way back to the car park. Well before he’d reached the bridge over the Severn, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.
It was a text from Karen.
I’m waiting for you in the car.
Puzzled, he stopped walking. Which car? Theirs, or the guy’s? No, had to be theirs. He couldn’t know where the bloke had parked, of course. Has something gone wrong?
Nigel checked his watch. It’d been less than twenty minutes since she’d left with the guy.
Has she fucked him already?
He replied that he’d be there in five and took up a faster pace. Had she backed out at the last minute? Gotten cold feet? It’d taken so long to persuade her to do this, but perhaps it was still too soon.
Maybe Karen wasn’t the right sort of woman to actually be a hotwife. Sure, she loved the idea of it—and the fun the two of them had talking about it was out of this world—but when push came to shove, maybe she just couldn’t fully relax with a total stranger. Yes, she’d fucked Sean three times in two nights, but he wasn’t technically a stranger. She’d grown close to her colleague, albeit via weblinks and emails.
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