by Lexi Archer
Whatever. He might be the big man in this small town, but I was the one who had Abby. I’m sure that thought galled him as he looked me up and down, even if he did look like a cool customer. I could see a flash of heat in his eyes. Yeah, there was definitely a little bit of animosity there. But let him bring it.
Of course he also had no idea that I was very interested in seeing him and Abby together. I had to play this cool. I had to play this just right. Most of all I had to play it off like I was still that ignorant son of a bitch.
“This is a David honey,” Abby said, some tension still in her voice. “You remember me talking about him, right?”
“I thought that was him!” I said. I slapped him on the back and he smiled. There was still a slight flash of anger there as I touched him, but he was very good at covering it up quickly. “You two used to be sweethearts, right? Puppy love and all that?”
I held my hand on his shoulder. He was still every bit as muscular as he’d probably been back in the day, but I figured I was definitely a match for him. I made sure to give his shoulder a good squeeze as I held his gaze.
The message I was sending was clear. Puppy love. He might’ve had her back then, but I had her now. I figured it was best to throw in a little bit of a reminder that I was Abby’s husband before I even considered let the bombshell drop. If I let the bombshell drop. That thought still twisted my stomach, and I was still unsure of exactly how far I wanted things to go. Better to see where the evening took us. To wing it and feel things out.
“Something like that man,” David said.
An easy smile split his face and then that animosity was gone. He held out a hand to shake and I took it, only it appeared that maybe we weren’t quite measuring dicks just yet. He gave my hand a squeeze and I returned it in kind with a huge smile of my own.
I heard a disgusted noise to the left and slightly down. I looked down to my gorgeous wife looking up at us rolling her eyes. “Men!”
“I was just stopping by to say hi to your wife,” David said. “Catch up on old times, but I can go.”
I clapped him on in the back again. “Nonsense! Why don’t you two keep catching up? Don’t let me get in the way.”
He looked down at Abby and her face drained of color for a moment. She looked between the two of us as though she couldn’t believe I’d just made that invitation. Not that I could blame her considering how I’d reacted to talk of him in the past. Of course inviting him to join us at the table was nothing compared to some of the potential surprises I had in store for her tonight.
I wanted to laugh as she looked up at me as though I’d sprouted a second head. She knew exactly how I felt about her talking about David, or at least she knew how I used to feel about her talking about David. Well, things had changed. They’d changed in a major way.
Abby just didn’t know it yet.
David was more than happy to take the invitation. He quickly took a seat next to Abby and I sat down on the other side. She looked between the two of us as though unsure of herself, but then she sort of shrugged and turned her attention back to David as I slipped her drink in front of her. I planned on keeping those drinks coming. Not out of any insidious plan to get her drunk or anything, I definitely wasn’t going to make my wife do anything she didn’t want to do, but I wanted to make sure there was plenty of social lubrication at the table at the very least.
“So what have you been up to in the past decade?” Abby asked.
“Oh you know,” he said. “I did the small-town hero thing for a few years. I screwed around working on my dad’s farm and getting drunk every weekend with people who were more than willing to buy me a drink because of the whole state championship thing.”
I smiled as I took a drink. Exactly what I’d expected. I was surprised my assessment before coming out to the reunion had been so eerily accurate, but it didn’t seem like he was done.
“Then I decided to shape up. Started my own business and everything.”
Abby arched an eyebrow. “Your own business? Really? What do you do?”
I leaned forward. Now this was interesting. This definitely wasn’t part of the narrative of the sports hero who peaked in high school. I was surprised to realize that I was genuinely interested in what this guy had been doing over the past decade. He had an easy-going confidence about him. I’d only known him for a few minutes but already he seemed like one of those people who it was really difficult to dislike. Even if I had been jealous of him for a few years now. Even if I had been thinking of nothing but him fucking my wife for the past month.
I guess him being such a likable son of a bitch made that fantasy a little easier, now that I thought about it.
“Horses,” he said. “Little girls love horses, so I run a camp where they get to come out and have the whole experience. Learn how to ride. Get to be on a horse for the first time. They can go anywhere from a day to a week and it’s been pretty popular. Especially with the whole upper middle class set from the city. They eat that stuff up.”
“Really?” Abby asked.
He chuckled. “Yup. Those types love nothing more than to pay top dollar to send their little girls out into the middle of nowhere to learn how to ride. I guess it’s something people think rich people do, so I give the not so rich, but rich enough, a little taste of that lifestyle.”
I blinked. “That’s actually pretty damn clever!”
David tipped his cowboy hat at me and grinned. “Glad you like it. I thought it was pretty damn clever myself.”
“So how much do you charge for this camp?” Abby asked.
“Why? You thinking of coming out to the farm for a ride?” he asked with an easygoing smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye.
Abby’s face turned bright red and I nearly choked on my whiskey and soda. I started coughing and sputtering and Abby had to smack my back a couple of times before air started going down into my lungs like it was supposed to.
For his part David sat back with his arms behind his head and chuckled. I’m sure he was getting exactly the reaction he’d intended with that remark. Now if only he knew just how hard my cock was thinking about him and my wife going for a ride out on that farm!
Abby turned back to David and it sounded like she was trying to be serious, but she was also cracking a smile even as I started to laugh once I got enough of the whiskey out of my lungs to really take a breath.
“David! I’m a married woman now.”
Things were definitely shaping up nicely. Things were definitely going in the direction I’d fantasized about but didn’t quite dare to hope for. Of course it was a long shot from him making slightly off-color remarks about my wife to him getting in bed with my wife. There were a whole lot of moving parts that had to go into motion before we went from a point A to point fuck, but even if that never happened this was going to be more than enough to fuel my fantasies for a good long while!
Abby looked out on the dance floor and suddenly I felt her hand around mine. I felt myself being pulled up. Abby turned and looked down at a David.
“I’m going to dance with my husband,” she said. Putting extra emphasis on the “husband” part of that sentence. “And maybe when we come back you’ll be able to behave yourself.”
David held up his hands, suddenly looking apologetic. “Come on Abby. I was just trying to be funny!”
“I know exactly what you were trying to do,” Abby said, a little bit of heat coming to her voice. I blinked at that. Maybe there were hidden depths to their relationship I wasn’t aware of. Maybe they’d broken up for more than just the reason she gave me. For more than the distance. “Now you sit there and think about being a little nicer.”
Then I found myself being pulled out onto the dance floor. Though, truth be told, I wanted nothing more than to be back at that table. I wanted to see where that particular bit of back and forth between Abby and her ex-boyfriend was going. Only it seemed like she had no intention of indulging in that back and forth.
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h was also fine. If she wasn’t comfortable, if she was pissed off, then I’d let her work that out. To be perfectly honest I was starting to wonder if maybe it had been a mistake to invite him to sit at our table like that. Maybe I’d let thinking with my dick get in the way of thinking with my rational mind. Maybe thinking with the brain down below had made me oblivious to warning cues Abby was sending my way.
As luck would have it a slow song started just as Abby and I made our way out to the dance floor. It was a song that immediately took me back to middle school dances, though back then I’d been something of an ugly duckling before sports and a newly discovered obsession with the gym had transformed me into the handsome muscular swan I was today.
Abby fixed me with a sharp angry glance as soon as we were out there, as soon as her arms wrapped around my shoulders and mine moved around her waist pulling her against me. She felt so incredible in that dress. Her body felt so incredible pressing against mine. Even if nothing else happened this weekend I was glad I’d convinced her to come to this shindig if I got the chance to dance with her like this. Sure we’d danced before at college parties, or when we went out to dance clubs, but there was something different about the experience now.
Of course there was still that angry expression on her face.
“What the hell Brandon?”
I decided to play innocent. I didn’t think it would work, but a guy could try. “What are you talking about honey?”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about!” she hissed. Even though the music was pumping it seemed like she wanted make sure this conversation was only between the two of us. “You can’t stand David, at least you always seemed to get upset when I brought him up, and now you’re inviting him to sit with us at our table!”
I shrugged. “I figured I should be nice to the guy. You know, be magnanimous in victory.”
She arched an eyebrow. “Victory? So was I some sort of a battle prize and I didn’t know it?”
There was a dangerous undercurrent to her words. There was a tone there that told me I was moving through very dangerous territory. Very dangerous indeed. And for the second or third time that day I felt that strange burning sensation rising. That strange lightheadedness as I found my mind telling the rest of me that now was the time to just tell her already. To come out with everything.
“Okay,” I said.
We moved around the dance floor, though when I say we moved around the dance floor it really was more of the awkward shuffling twirl that you think of when you think about an old school dance. Arms around each other moving in a circle without any real moves. It was amazing how the simple act of coming to a reunion could cause both of us to regress like that. Maybe she was into re-creating the old school dance experience with me as well.
Abby prodded me. “Okay? That sounded like you were about to say something.”
I took in a deep breath and sighed. “Okay, so maybe in the past I got a little more jealous than was strictly necessary.”
“A little?”
“So maybe it was a lot more jealous than I had any right to be.”
Her eyes widened in shock. That was one hell of an admission considering how annoyed I used to get when she brought him up. Considering how I was reacting now that we were face-to-face with him. And suddenly I was seeing things from her point of view. I was seeing her imagining coming to the reunion, imagining the two of us meeting, imagining the kind of blowup she no doubt expected from me considering my past behavior. And I realized what an ass I’d been, regardless of this fantasy. I was the one she’d decided to marry, the one she decided to be with forever, and that in itself should’ve been enough to calm any jealousy I might have felt.
Only it hadn’t been enough. And she had to deal with me acting like a complete prick whenever her old boyfriend came up.
Suddenly I felt like a raging asshole.
“I’m so sorry.”
And I really meant it. There must have been something in my voice, something in the way I sounded, because her face softened. It seemed she could tell I actually meant it this time. That I wasn’t just saying I was sorry for the convenience of ending an argument quickly.
We twirled around one another for a few more minutes. People surrounded us, but as far as I was concerned we were off in our own little world. And I was really enjoying that little world we were off in. Especially with the way her legs were pressing up against me seductively, the way my hand was moving down to cup her ass.
And I suddenly remembered why I was here. What I’d been fantasizing about. I glanced over towards the table saw him there. There were other people at the table now, though our spots had been protected. Only he wasn’t talking and laughing with any of them. No, he was staring straight at us. He had an unreadable expression on his face, but I could only imagine what was running through his head. I could only project what he must be feeling based on how I’d feel if I was in his position, watching my wife dance with some strange man. I could only imagine the mixture of jealousy and arousal coursing through him, a mixture of arousal and jealousy that probably wasn’t that different from the same mixture of arousal and jealousy I used to feel whenever Abby brought David up.
I turned back to Abby and saw she’d followed my gaze over to David. Now she was looking up at me and there was definitely a question on her face.
“You’re not telling me everything.”
“I’m not.”
“Brandon… What the hell is going on?”
I took another deep breath. Let out another sigh. I felt like I was on the verge of passing out I was so incredibly turned on. I was so incredibly worried about how she might react.
“Does it have to do with me in this dress? With you wanting me to dress sexy? Does David have something to do with it? Is that why you wanted this?”
I was amazed at how easily she could hit right at the heart of the matter. How easy it was for her to figure me out. It was as though I was an open book and she could flip to any page she wanted at any moment and know exactly what it was I was planning.
“Yes.”
“You wanted me to look sexy for him?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure you’re okay? Is that the whole reason we’re here?”
“Yes, and yes.”
Abby stared up at me but she wasn’t looking at me as though I’d sprouted a second head. She wasn’t looking at me as though I was crazy. She only looked curious, and perhaps a bit turned on? She had that thin mysterious smile.
“I knew something like that was going on! I knew it!”
I blinked. “You knew?”
Abby ran a finger down my chest as she pressed her body against me, as a she subtly started grinding her pussy against my rock hard cock. “You can’t hide much from me baby. Even when you think you’re being sneaky.”
“I don’t know what it is. It’s like all the jealousy, all the anger I feel when I think about you with him is somehow turned to arousal. The thought of you and him together just gets me going. It makes my cock rock hard.”
“Well that explains how wild things have been for the past few weeks,” she said.
“Yeah, that has a lot to do with it.”
The song was coming to an end. Soon enough we’d be done, we’d be heading back over to the table. And now she knew just how hot it got me when she was with him. Just how turned on I’d been over the past couple of weeks thinking of her getting with her old boyfriend. The question was how would that change things? Or would it change things at all?
“You’re sure it turns you on?” she asked.
“Yes,” I managed to get out, though it was more of a strangled gasp than actual words. I couldn’t believe we were having this conversation. I couldn’t believe I was actually admitting this to my wife!
“So if I was a little naughty you wouldn’t mind?”
I brought our dance to a halt as the song played out its last few bars. People started coming apart on the dance floor and moving back to the ta
bles or getting ready for the next number. I looked down at my gorgeous wife as she looked up at me, the bright light from the DJ’s equipment reflecting on her eyes. A naughty smile played across her face. She was so fucking beautiful.
This was one of those moments. One of those defining moments in life. My answer would affect the course of tonight, the course of this weekend, hell it was going to affect the course of our whole relationship! I felt weak in the knees. Holding onto Abby was the only thing that was keeping me steady. My scalp was tingling. My stomach was twisting into nervous knots that made me think I was either about to blow my load against my wife’s gorgeous body and dress or I was going to puke in the middle of the dance floor.
It was the same reaction I had every time I was about to make a major life altering decision. It was the same way I’d felt when I proposed to Abby. When I asked her for that first dance at a house party so many years ago.
I opened my mouth. “I don’t think I’d mind at all.”
Abby smiled and took my hand. Led me back to the table where David was waiting.
8: Forbidden Dance
I was ridiculously keyed up by the time we made it back to the table. Abby sat beside David and turned to smile at me. She reached down and put a hand on my thigh under the table, then her hand started moving up.
David looked at her and raised an eyebrow.
“God that was fun out there on the dance floor,” Abby said. “It reminds me of some of the old times we had. You remember those, right David?”
David opened his mouth and looked as though he was about to say something, but the only thing that came out was a strangled gasp. His eyes widened in surprise and I wondered what the hell was going on. Then I realized I couldn’t see my wife’s other hand. I felt her hand move up and then her fingers danced lightly along my cock. She turned back to me and her eyes were positively twinkling even as my cock twitched while I imagined exactly what she might be doing to get him to look surprised like that.