Cassie Green

by Delta Browning

  Maybe now that I know how hot it really is, I’ll talk dirty back to push the envelope a little and see where it goes, she thought to herself.

  She rolled off of the table and walked towards her clothes, sad for the experience to be over, but excited about the exhilaration she felt while fucking another man. Anthony was dressed now and he walked over to her, handed her his card and said, “Don’t be a stranger,” before kissing her on the cheek and leaving the room.

  Chapter 2:

  Rooftop Drinks

  Back in the lobby, Cassie saw Sahara sitting patiently by the door. “That was great,” Sahara said, “thank you for suggesting to our husbands to book us this massage, I’ll certainly be back.”

  “I told you!” Cassie replied, as if nothing unusual had just happened to her, not 10 minutes before.

  “You even got a little more than an hour, you lucky bitch,” Sahara teased with a smirk.

  “Yeah, well, he was thorough, what can I say?” Cassie shot back, not letting on just how thorough he really was.

  “Was it weird having a man touch you like that?” Cassie’s friend pried.

  “A little at first, but then I just let my mind drift off and it was over before I knew it,” Cassie didn’t let her friend know what she really missed out on and knew she would get bombarded with questions at the bar. Hopefully after a couple drinks, she’d still be able to keep her little secret to herself.

  The two left the spa and headed a few blocks over to the downtown of River Bluffs. They drove down Main Street, where there were several restaurants and bars and parked next to Mel’s, one of their favorites with rooftop seating and a view of the Mississippi River. A college-aged girl with raven hair, ear gauges, and a nose ring greeted them at the door.

  “Two of you today?” the hostess asked with forced politeness.

  “Yes, we’d like to sit outside, please,” Cassie replied.

  The hostess led them through the bar and up the stairs to the rooftop terrace. The warm fall day was perfect for sitting outside with good company and a few drinks. Street traffic was light this time of day and the dinner crowd hadn’t showed up yet, so the sounds of the river filled the air. The two friends took their seats and the hostess handed them a dinner menu and a drink menu.

  “The waitress will be with you shortly,” she informed them before turning and walking back down the stairs.

  The long time friends picked up the drink menu first and browsed it for anything new. Seeing nothing, they both decided to themselves to stick to their regular drink order and moved their attention to the dinner menu.

  "I think I might just have the honey glazed chicken salad," Sahara suggested after a few minutes of looking at the menu.

  "It's good, I've had that before," Cassie replied. "I think I'm going with the garlic butter shrimp wrap, Elk hunting is expensive, so I might as well indulge a little."

  "So?" Sahara pried as she laid her menu down.

  "So what?"

  "Was he hot?"

  "Kinda," Cassie blushed.

  "You little slut," Sahara joked with a wide, playful smile.

  "Shut the fuck up, at least I had the balls to get the damn massage and not fuck up our day out!" Cassie sassed back, like only long time friends can do with no ill effects.

  "I know, thank you. You know how jealous Mark can get, I'm glad you took one for the team."

  Cassie didn't let Sahara know just what she took for the team, but she was very aware of Anthony's heavy load of cum still inside her.

  "Hi, my name is Riley, I'll be taking care of you this afternoon," the waitress interrupted. "What can I get ya'll to drink today?"

  "I'll have vodka on the rocks with a slice of lemon and a glass of water," Cassie requested.

  "I'll have a frozen strawberry daiquiri with a glass of water," Sahara added.

  "I think we are ready to order, too," Cassie said before the waitress could turn and leave.

  "Great, what will ya'll have?"

  "I'll have the garlic butter shrimp wrap," Cassie replied.

  "And I'll have the honey glazed chicken salad," Sahara said.

  "Great, I'll put that in for you and I'll be right back with your drinks," the waitress said before turning and heading back down stairs.

  "Did it turn you on?" Sahara pushed farther.

  "No, it was just a massage," Cassie lied.

  "What is wrong with you, how could a man rubbing down your naked body not turn you on?"

  "I don't know, I'm just not wired that way," Cassie replied, trying to maintain her innocent reputation.

  "I don't know if I could even enjoy the massage, I'd be so turned on. Hell, I even got a little turned on when another woman was rubbing me down."

  "Dang, girl! I didn't know you swung that way," Cassie joked.

  "Here's your daiquiri and here's your vodka," the waitress interrupted. "And a couple of waters. I'll be back with your entrees shortly, is there anything else I can get for you ladies in the meantime?"

  "No, thank you," the duo replied, almost in unison.

  "Well, foreplay is somewhat of a foreign concept to me, Mark is a wham, bam, thank you ma'am kind of guy. So when someone is touching me like that. I just can't help myself," Sahara replied. "So you really don't think Keith will care you got naked, covered in oil, and rubbed down by a hot, strange man?"

  "Nope."

  "Seriously?"

  "Yep."

  "Shut the fuck up."

  "I'm serious; Keith just isn't the jealous type."

  "Call him," Sahara pushed.

  "He's hunting, besides, why would I call him anyway?"

  "They aren't hunting this time of day; they're probably sitting around, half drunk, bitching about women by now."

  "How do you know that?"

  "This is Mark's fifth trip out there, trust me. They hunt for the first few hours of the day, then they drink, then nap, then barbecue something, then drink some more before eating. They are firmly in the 'drink some more' phase of the day by now."

  The alcohol was quickly infiltrating the ladies' systems because neither of them had eaten much that day and both of them were deeper into their beverage than they realized with the conversation.

  "Fine, I'll call him," Cassie finally gave in. "I don't see why you want me to anyway!"

  "I'm just nosy on how he will react, that's all. You don't have too, I was just seeing if you would call him and I see that you aren't afraid to now."

  "Why would I be afraid to call my husband?" Cassie asked as she pulled her phone from her purse and scrolled through her contacts until she landed on 'hubby.'

  "You know, near-naked physical contact with a strange man when your husband is out of town, no biggie."

  "Near-naked, girl I went all out for this massage, besides, he booked it for me,” Cassie half-smiled as she put the ringing phone to her ear.

  Sahara's eyes widened as she realized her friend got completely nude in front of a stranger and she still has the guts to call her husband to tell him about it. "You have balls!" Sahara mouthed.

  Chapter 3:

  On top of the World

  Six guys sat on top of a foot hill to the Colorado Rockies scanning the alfalfa fields and sagebrush below through binoculars and spotting scopes for signs of elk. Most of the men were done hunting for the day and pretty deep into the booze, celebrating their first day of the week-long hunting trip.

  Keith Green was celebrating especially hard because he killed his first bull elk on the first day of his first trip out west. A long time beer-drinker, he already discovered a new love on
this trip, bourbon. A large plastic cup filled with ice and damn-near filled to the top with Wild Turkey sat next to him as he glassed the landscape below. Focusing on the task at hand was becoming increasingly difficult as he made his way through his third cup of whiskey.

  A couple of the die-hard guys were still out there hunting, even though most of the elk had already made their way through the property to the high mountains to bed down for the day. The rest of the guys, even though not completely focused, tried to help their more persistent counterparts fill their elk tags by scouring the landscape through their optics in search of the lone bull that may have bedded down on the property they had permission to hunt.

  “What’s that?” Keith said aloud, peering through his binoculars at some distant oak brush. He was sitting on a rocky outcropping and his muscular shoulders were hunched over with his elbows braced against his knees to stable his optics.

  “Where?” replied his long-time friend, Mark, as he readied his more powerful spotting scope to identify what Keith had spotted.

  “Across the valley, about three-quarters the way up the mountain. Right where the oak brush just meets that finger of sagebrush that moves up the ridge and to the North.”

  “On this side of the fence?” Mark questioned.

  “Yeah, about 300 yards this side of the fence,” Keith confirmed.

  “Well, that’s on this property then,” Mark said as he adjusted his spotting scope in that direction.

  A few moments passed as Mark scanned the hillside in search of what Keith spotted. Keith kept his binoculars trained in that direction in case the animal moved, but at this distance and fairly deep into the liquor, all Keith could make out was a tan blur that didn’t match anything around it. This was Mark’s fifth trip out west to this property, so he had a lot more experience with this style of hunting. He’d be able to confirm pretty quickly as to what Keith spotted.

  “Do you see it?” Keith asked.

  “Not yet, wait yeah, I see something. It has antlers, let me get this thing focused,” Mark said as he adjusted a knob on the spotting scope and locked the tripod down to keep it from moving off of the animal. “I think it’s just a muley, but a damn nice one.”

  “Does anyone have a mule deer tag?” Keith asked.

  “Not on this trip, it’s just archery season for them and no one on this trip is a bow hunter.”

  “Let me take a look at it,” Keith requested as he light-headedly stood up and made his way to Mark’s spotting scope. “Man he is a nice one, too bad. They look so much bigger than the white-tailed deer we’re used to seeing back home, don’t they?”

  “They sure do,” Mark confirmed, “when they are looking away, they look even bigger because their racks are so wide.”

  “Well, I guess I’ll keep looking then,” Keith said as he took another sip of his bourbon. “I don’t know how much longer I’ll be of much use though,” he chuckled as he raised his cup to his buddy.

  “Yeah, I don’t think most of us are of much use at this point,” Mark confirmed as he looked at the other four guys standing in a circle, drinking and talking. Not one of them was looking through their binoculars anymore. “Oh well, it was a long shot to spot any elk on the property this time of day anyway,” Mark conceded.

  Keith didn’t go to the group to shoot the shit with the others, he could do that back home. Instead, he turned to the valley and walked out on the rocky outcropping to soak in the landscape. He didn’t get a chance to travel without his wife much, unless it was work related. It was good to be away from the daily grind of life, but he missed her. He’d been with her through dating and marriage for over half his life now. As he continued to soak in the crisp mountain air in the Western landscape, he felt a lightness inside his muscular chest, a euphoric feeling of living life the way it aught to be lived.

  The feeling was quickly exterminated as he heard his phone start ringing from his jacket pocket. He pulled it out to confirm who it was and read “ICE wife” on the screen. Cassie put that form of her contact in his phone because she read it was a smart thing to do in case of an emergency, but she hated that her husband wouldn’t change the default for caller ID back to her name. She thought “ICE wife” made her sound like a bitch, the fact that he had her ringtone set to an alarm siren didn’t help matters either.

  “Hey baby,” Keith answered as he looked over his shoulder to make sure none of the other guys heard him. A group of drunk guys can be relentless if one of them shows weakness by being too lovey dovey with his wife.

  “Hey, what are you doing?” Cassie asked.

  “We are sitting on top of a mountain, having a few drinks, and looking for bull elk. What about you?”

  “We are sitting on top of a building, having a few drinks, and looking for bulls of our own,” Cassie teased.

  Keith wondered where Cassie heard the term bull from and if she was teasing him about his fantasy to watch her with another man. Maybe she’d been doing a little internet research, maybe she’s finally opening up to the idea a little, or maybe she was being serious!

  “Oh yeah,” Keith said calmly, as not to tip his hand. “Having any luck?”

  “Not yet, but we’re committed to the hunt,” Cassie grinned as she made eyes at her friend across the table.

  She had to have looked something up online, read a book or something, Keith thought. He always just described his fantasy to her while making love; he never mentioned any terminology from the lifestyle. The idea of her looking into the subject excited him a little.

  “I got an elk today, a small bull,” Keith broke the innuendo to get his news out before the conversation drifted too far into the weeds.

  “Really! That’s awesome baby,” Cassie replied with genuine happiness for her husband. “Did anyone else get one?”

  “No, they were good to me and let me go to the best spot, because it was my first trip.”

  “Well, good for you. Hopefully the other guys get their elk too.”

  “I’m sure they will, there were lots of elk around this morning. Most of the guys have been out here before and were being choosier, waiting on bigger bulls.” Keith said.

  “That’s what we’re doing,” Cassie said to throw the conversation back into the gutter. “Waiting on the big ones.”

  Keith wondered what has gotten into is wife. Every time he’s talked about his fantasy, she never says anything and just reacts by gripping him tighter or getting wetter. Sometimes if he whispers the right thing in her ear, she erupts in orgasm, affirming that she likes the idea, even if it’s only a fantasy.

  “Just little rag-horns around so far huh?” Keith asked. “Was your massage today?”

  “Yep, just the little guys around here. I had a close encounter with a big, stud bull during my massage though.” Sahara’s mouth dropped when she heard the words come out of her friend’s mouth to her husband. Cassie smirked and casually drank the rest of her vodka before gesturing to the waitress that they needed more drinks. The waitress acknowledged that she understood after she sat their entrees down in front of them.

  “You had a male therapist?” Keith asked. “I thought you usually got a woman.”

  “We asked for women, but they were all booked up. One of us had to get a man and I volunteered.”

  Keith had to adjust his growing erection after Cassie affirmed that another man had just had his hands all over her body earlier in the day. He often wondered how he’d react if they actually took steps to fulfill his fantasy. He wondered if he’d get jealous or freak out and call the whole thing off, but his wife’s matter-of-fact statement about volunteering to get a massage from a strange man assured him. He was onboard, at least to just dip his toes in the water.

  “How was it?” Keith managed to push out as he swallowed hard.

  “It was probably the best massage I ever had, jealous?”

  “Jealous that a professional gives a better massage than me? I know I always go for the happy ending too quickly when I give you a massage,”
Keith replied.

  “No, jealous that another man had his hands on me?”

  “Should I be?”

  “Maybe,” Cassie replied.

  “Why is that?”

  “Because I got his card and plan to go back.”

  “You know what I like; does he give in-home massages?” Keith mustered the courage to say. His stiff cock strained against his pants and he had to make another adjustment to hide it.