“I think I preferred it down there,” Karen yells in my ear above the sound of a Prince track.
“Yeah I know, let’s just stay and finish this drink then we’ll go downstairs again eh?” I raise my glass at her and guide her over to the balcony which overlooks the floor below.
I survey the dance floor and what I can see of the surrounding areas, trying to spot someone alone and who looks like they might be Leo. But it’s not as easy to make people out from here as I hoped it would be. The place is filling up. I’m going to have to text him again, find out exactly where he is.
“I’ll go and get us another couple of drinks to take downstairs, won’t be long.” I kiss Karen’s cheek and leave her at the balcony.
Waiting at the bar I tap out a quick message.
‘Inside. Where r u?’
The reply is almost immediate and my chest tightens. ‘Seats near bar on left as you come in.’
I know what the plan is from here. We go down to where he is. I excuse myself and go to the bathroom. He makes his move on her. Karen won’t be surprised if I hold off and don’t disturb her when some guy is hitting on her. Neither will he.
My chest pounds.
On my way back over from the bar to Karen I pass those three guys on the sofa again. Now they have a couple of young blonde girls sitting with them. All five of them are sipping champagne.
Daddy’s money no doubt.
I don’t know whether it’s just my imagination, but the eyes of the guy in the gold shirt seem to follow me back to Karen standing at the balcony.
“I think you’ve got an admirer.” I say into Karen’s ear above the music. I curl an arm around the arc of her waist, “But I think he might be a bit young for you,” I nod across to the guys on the sofa and Karen’s eyes follow mine.
“Who?” her brow knits.
“Jerk with the fair hair who pushed past us outside,” I say and his eyes slide away from Karen, back to his own companions.
“Yeah right; he’s got his girlfriend with him. He’s hardly likely to be interested in a woman my age Ben.”
“Maybe he likes cougars” I laugh at her. “Come on let’s go back downstairs.
“Why don’t we just go somewhere else?” Karen shrugs and her cleavage swells, “I’m not that keen on the whole place to be honest Ben.”
Chapter Three
“Let’s just have a little wander around again before we decide to go Karen.” I’ve got to at least see Leo try to hit on my wife before we leave. He’s down there waiting for her. Tonight took so much planning.
I lead my wife down the carpeted staircase, past the security guys and all the while fighting a growing sense of guilt about deceiving Karen by arranging this. But how else could I guarantee someone would try it on with her? She enjoys the attention when she gets it. She’s told me.
Downstairs around the bar where he’s supposed to be, there are a couple of groups of young girls chattering excitedly while the bartenders mix and serve their drinks. On one of the red velvet sofas a guy has his arm around his girlfriend. There is one guy by himself perched on a chrome stool. But he doesn’t look anything like the images of Leo, apart from the fact he has dark hair.
Maybe he got confused and he’s at one of the other bars?
But just as I’m about to lead Karen away, the guy on the stool locks my eyes with his and gives me the faintest of nods. That can’t be him. His hair is too long and his face much chubbier than the guy in the photos. But he nods again, this time more slowly and his face tightens into a tense smile.
I think I can see some likeness now – but how old were those pictures he showed me?
“Hang on Karen,” I call after her as she continues walking. My stomach is sinking because of the way he looks, but he’s here now and so are we.
“Why don’t we have a drink here?” I gesture toward the bar.
If the lights were bright enough the whole room would see how red my face must be. My stomach knots as I lead my wife to the bar and we wait to be served.
If that really is him, then he only has to turn his head slightly and my wife’s behind will be directly in his line of sight.
‘Perfect ass’ he told me online when I let him persuade me to see a picture of Karen’s butt in her bikini.
I’m trying to calm my breathing. All I can think of is him sitting there behind us now, evaluating the shape of my wife’s rear.
“Why don’t you grab a seat on one of those?” Once we have our drinks I nod across to a couple of empty red sofas, “I need to find the bathroom.”
My heart is pounding and despite having just taken a huge gulp of my drink, my mouth is parched.
She’s alone there for him.
The furthest bathrooms are apparently down a flight of stairs at basement level. I make my way as slowly as possible down there. Half way down the steps I pause. What if something happens to her?
But there are people all around her. It’s not as if Leo could force her out of the club or assault her while she’s sitting there.
The gent’s bathroom in the basement is huge. Brilliant white tiled walls, black flooring and away on the right, below a wall of mirrors, huge chrome basins set into what looks like granite. A guy singing something unrecognizable sways his hips as he sprays one of the urinals. Further down the bathroom on the left is a long bank of toilet cubicles. I need to use one of them.
My wife is alone up there with a man who wants her. Stockings and suspenders under her dress.
I choose the cubicle at the far end. I don’t want to hurry if I can help it. I want to give him time with her. My heart pounds, my cock stiff in my pants. He might already be hitting on her. My cock is in my fist. Oh God; What if he really can seduce her? What if she’s turned on by his chat and wants to do more? My balls tighten and then my body spasms. Shit! Frantically I aim my spurting cock down at the pan.
By the time I’m approaching the bar again, I think Leo must have done a runner. Maybe he didn’t like the look of Karen in person after all. There’s no sign of him on the stool he was on before, or even at the bar.
It takes me a few seconds to spot Karen on a sofa in the corner.
Oh wow. He’s with her. I stop in my tracks. She hasn’t spotted me yet. I don’t want to interrupt them. I don’t want to disturb his progress with her.
With time almost standing still, the whole insanity of the cuckold motivation strikes me. A husband not wanting to ‘interrupt’ the progress of another man who’s trying to seduce his wife. Me not wanting to obstruct the man I selected as he tries to arouse her with his words. My cock is already stiffening again.
Instead of making my way over to the sofa they’re on, with my heart thumping I keep walking through the bar. I choose a seat with a view of the side of their sofa, but one which is some distance from them. They’d have to turn their heads to see me. But I’ve got a reasonable view of them. I breathe deeply to steady myself.
Maybe I should have left them here and continued walking around the club. But I’m dizzy with excitement at what I may be watching. Could these be the first small steps of my wife being ‘had’ by another man?
As my breathing and heart rate gradually steady and I study Karen’s body language, I’m already having my doubts. Leo is leaning in towards her talking, but she has her long legs crossed away from him. Her head moves repeatedly around and away from him as he talks, like she’s scanning the bar for me.
Now he’s not even talking. She’s looking at her phone and then around the bar again.
She’s seen me. She’s rolling her eyes, beckoning me to go and rescue her. Shit, it looks like he’s blown it already.
Disappointment washes over me like seaweed-laden waves. Who the hell did I think I was kidding trying to fix her up with some stranger?
“Ah, there you are,” I smile at her and nod at Leo. “I wondered where you’d got to. “
“This is my husband,” she says without looking at the guy at her side. “Are you ready to go and
have a look around then Ben?” she rises to her feet and kisses my cheek. “Bye,” she smiles tightly at Leo and takes my hand.
“Sorry it didn’t work out Ben,” Leo mumbles and Karen’s hand squeezes mine. Her brow furrows and she stares first down at him and then at me.
“You two know each other?”
Chapter Four
“I did it for you Karen,” I grab her arm once I’ve caught her up the other side of the bar.
“Bullshit!” she yells into my face, “You tried to set me up with some creep you met online but you ‘did it for me’? Don’t make me laugh.”
“Well, obviously it wasn’t just for you,” I open my free palm towards her, “I just thought it might be a bit of fun. I thought you might enjoy it on our night away. Well; that we might enjoy it..” my words trail off as I struggle to try and justify what I’ve done.
“What; you setting me up with some weirdo that I’ve never even laid eyes on before?”
“I didn’t think he was a weirdo. Obviously, or I would never have arranged it.”
“But what made you think you could pick someone for me Ben? I can’t believe you’d do something like that,” she pulls away from me and crosses both arms over her heaving chest.
“I thought you might like him, that it might be hot,”
“What the hell made you think I’d like someone like that?” she locks her eyes on mine and shakes her head slowly.
“I thought he might be your type, you know; younger, quite good-looking. I just thought, for your birthday...”
“Good-looking? Him?”
I don’t know what to say.
“What did you think was going to happen between me and him anyway Ben?”
“I don’t know,” I say lowering my eyes, “I guess I hoped that you might flirt with him. Maybe more; but only if you wanted to of course,” I raise my eyes to hers.
“And I suppose you showed him pictures of me did you?” her face tightens and her eyes burn in to me. A few feet from us, on a couple of stools, two young girls seem to be laughing at our disagreement.
“Well I had to show him something; so he could see what you were like.” I lower my voice a little. “He didn’t see anything revealing. A couple of holiday shots.” I shrug, “He thought you were really hot. He came here especially to meet you.”
“Well that’s got nothing to do with me Ben.” She tightens her arms over her chest. “How controlling is that though seriously?” She’s shaking her head at me again, “you really thought you could choose a man to hit on me.”
“I thought there might have been some chemistry between you. You know what it does to me imagining you with another guy,” I shrug my shoulders, my cheeks are burning.
“Maybe we should just go back to the hotel Ben,”
Shit, the night’s going up in smoke.
“Come on babe, look; I’m sorry,” I take her arms gently, “I know now I shouldn’t have done it. I just thought... you know, with us being out of town for your birthday. I didn’t want to leave it to chance.”
“You didn’t think anyone would want to approach me voluntarily so you thought you better arrange it in advance?” her arms are still crossed.
“Well you did say you doubted anyone would approach you with me hanging around.” I look up at her. “Can’t we at least just get another drink before we go back to the hotel. I’m sorry. Let’s forget about him.” I take her in my arms. Her body stiffens but she’s half smiling at me now.
“Hmmm,” she pouts, “well you can buy me a fancy cocktail from the VIP lounge. You’ve got some serious making up to do.”
Back in the top lounge upstairs, tables are scarce now. But after searching for space, we manage to squeeze on an armchair together. I’m still wincing from the cost of drinks up here when a champagne bucket crashes onto the floor from one of the other tables across the room.
It’s those obnoxious guys again, the ones who pushed past us in the queue outside. Karen’s fleshy bottom moves on my lap. The guy in the gold shirt is standing close to the sofa his friends are on. He has his arms all over a young blonde in a red party dress.
“Noisy pricks,” I yell into Karen’s ear. She glances over at them and moves her hair around the side of her head.
Maybe I just have to face the fact that Karen with another guy will never be anything more than a fantasy. Something she and I just sometimes act out together in the bedroom. I don’t know what else I can do now.
Across the room the guy in the gold shirt looks like he’s been abandoned by his partner in the red dress. He and his two buddies are yelling for “More Champagne sexy” from one of the two waitresses now working the room.
What a bunch of jerks.
“I honestly can’t believe you’d do something like that to try to get me together with another man,” Karen’s arm moves around my shoulder and her bottom shifts again on my lap.
“I know babe. I shouldn’t have done it. I’m sorry.” I stroke one of her bare shoulders.
“If I ever was going do anything with another guy; it wouldn’t be anyone like that creep you found,” she says in to my ear.
My chest tightens a little.
“I thought he would have been your type.” I say, twisting my head to look up at her on my lap, struggling for what words to say next. My Adam’s apple is sticking in my throat. “What didn’t you like about him?”
“He was nice and respectful. He gave me lots of compliments. But maybe that’s not what I’d want if I was ever going to have an affair...or even a one night stand.” She says, looking at her cocktail and stirring it with a straw.
My balls tighten with her words.
“He was too nervous.” Her breath is warm in my face, her perfume intoxicating in my nostrils.
“Maybe you intimidated him, you don’t know how hot you are,” I squeeze the top of one of her thighs, feeling the strap of her suspender belt beneath.
“I’d prefer self-confidence; even in a young, inexperienced guy.” she sucks through her straw, her body warm and soft against me.
I’m not sure ‘self-confidence’ is a phrase people would normally associate with me.
“What sort of guy though? Give me an example.” I raise my voice into her ear so she can hear me above the start of a new dance track.
“He wouldn’t need to be someone I’d actually like as a person,” she shifts from one buttock to the other on my lap and her eyes don’t meet mine.
“You wouldn’t need to like him? I don’t understand.”
“I wouldn’t have to like him to be sexually attracted to him. For example..” she says and her head moves very slightly but repeatedly.
At first I don’t even realize she’s directing my eyes with her movement.
I look beyond her, over to the table littered with champagne bottles and the guy in the gold shirt. “Him? You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Karen laughs and tries to hide her face with her hair.
“Just because he’s obviously got a rich Dad,” I stare over at him and his two friends again. His slim waist compared with the start of my middle-aged spread, his confident posture with his head back; nose in air. His full head of thick, sandy hair.
“It’s not that.” Karen says, “Well, maybe not just that,” she laughs. “He looks very self-assured,” she shoots another glance at him.
My stomach has hardened; a confusion of rising anger and almost reluctant arousal.
“He looks arrogant,” I say.
Karen shrugs and glances beyond the cocktail in her hand towards their table.
The heaviest built of the three of them must see Karen looking over. He elbows the guy in the gold shirt who grins at my wife before raising his glass at her.
Karen quickly looks away.
“He’s about 20 years younger than you!” I shake my head at her.
“I don’t think it’s quite that much; but you did ask,” she shrugs her shoulders.
“I can’t believe you’d find someone like h
im hot. He looks a right jerk.” I swallow hard.
“There you go again Ben, trying to control everything. Its only make believe anyway. Come on we might as well go,” she stirs and then drains the last of cocktail and gets up off me. She doesn’t wait for me. Instead she heads for the staircase.
“Karen! Come on Babe, don’t go off like that!” I call after her. But she doesn’t look back. She’s on the stairs on her way down to the lower floor.
Chapter Five
“Look Karen please; let’s not fall out again. I was just surprised that’s all.”
“Surprised that I could make up my own mind about who I find attractive?” her eyebrows rise and she tilts her head to one side. She crosses her arms.
“Of course not. Surprised about the kind of guy I guess,” I shrug my shoulders.
“I always knew you wouldn’t be able to handle the reality of your own fantasies Ben,” she smiles and shakes her head, “Come on; buy me another drink. We’ll have that, and then go back to the hotel.”
“What do you mean I wouldn’t be able to ‘handle the reality’ of my fantasies?”
“Look; it really doesn’t matter. Let’s get a last drink and then go.”
“It does matter. It matters to me.” I take her arm and guide her over to the nearest bar. “If that’s the kind of guy you really like the look of then fine.”
“You know you don’t mean that Ben. You don’t approve of my own choice do you?”
“Well I think he looks like an arrogant shit, but who am I to say?”
“Exactly. Well maybe my choice for my birthday treat would have been to flirt with an ‘arrogant shit’ like him,” she moves her thick, chestnut hair and it brushes against my cheek.
I stare at her but she’s watching the girl behind the bar pour her drink.
“I wouldn’t mind. If that was what you really wanted.” my voice sticks in my throat.
“Liar!” she laughs.
I laugh too and hand my money over the bar.
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