“As in details?”
Joanne smiled. “Excruciating details. What I did. What was done to me. What days I’m going to do it. Although he can usually figure that out, he watches me get dressed, he can usually tell by what I wear. He knows me very well.”
I was having a hard time wrapping my head around this story. “Those days when you didn’t wear underwear—he watched you dress like that?”
“Sometimes he even had a hand in it. That first day we were together, remember what I wore?”
“The stockings, with the garters.”
Joanne smiled. “I’m glad you remembered, I think I would have given you a little slap right now if you hadn’t. The garters—I had Peter clip them on that morning.”
Wow. That was a mind blowing thought. A man dressing his wife in sexy clothing, knowing she was going to be with another man. Now I understood exactly what Peter was talking about at the party, his unease at seeing men ogle his wife, he must have thought they might someday be her lover. Or already were.
“Why does he put up with this?”
Joanne gave me a little fake pout. “You have to ask that?”
“It’s a high price, even for you.”
“I still might slap you. You’re drawing the wrong conclusions again, because you aren’t making the right assumptions. How would you feel if your wife had a lover?”
“It wouldn’t happen.”
“You say that now. But I’ll accept it, knowing you. Let me ask it another way. You must know that there are a lot of different things that turn people on. We’ve talked about some of them. Can’t you open your mind to the idea that Peter enjoys it?”
I stopped. And I did try. But I couldn’t get there. It was too farfetched for me. “I can’t, although I accept your point. Shit, I was pissed that you had another lover besides me, and we aren’t even married.” Another thought occurred to me. “Why did you marry him, knowing that?”
“You think of me as mean, don’t you?” And now Joanne’s eyes had that same look I had seen in the office, the one with the hint of sadness.
“I think it’s mean to cuckold your husband.”
“I wouldn’t have married Peter if it was mean. I love him too much. You have to keep remembering that. He simply cannot satisfy me totally. I’ve never met a man who could. Including you.”
“You don’t want me to think you are mean, and then you say something like that?”
“Please. Your ego is plenty big to take that. I’m talking about me, not you. You are a wonderful lover. I only have wonderful lovers, else they don’t stay lovers. I just have too many needs, and I don’t think one man can satisfy them all.”
I looked away, not quite understanding why I cared so much. “You never gave me a chance.”
“You’re thinking about the oral sex, aren’t you? You have to believe me, we could have had all kinds of oral sex, you might be the best giver of oral sex on the planet, and that wouldn’t be enough.”
“Then what are these other needs you have?”
“You really want to know?”
I wasn’t sure I did. She was talking about a world I didn’t think even I could be totally comfortable in. Still, she had me enthralled by this story, it was too complicated, and yet fit the situation so cleanly, to have been made up. “Humor me, tell me one need you have I can’t fulfill.”
“You already know one of them. If we were married, how would you like it if I took another lover, and then came home and told you everything I had done with him, how he had fucked me, how he had come in me?”
“Is that your need, or his?”
“You’re right, it’s a little of both. My need is to drive him crazy and arouse him. And I admit, it turns me on, being able to do what I want, and tell my husband about it. I told you I’m not mean to Peter. I made sure he was comfortable about this before we were married. It didn’t take long for either one of us to find out that he was more than comfortable with it, it actually excited him. I’m just telling it like it is when I say he’s a nice guy, but he’s just average looking. He has an average cock. He’s a sensitive but average lover. He’d be the first to tell you all those things. So having a wife like me, he’s proud that other men want me. You thought he was jealous, when he told you about seeing other men look at me. He’s not jealous, he’s thrilled. It gets him aroused, wildly aroused. He never thought he could have a woman like me for a wife. I’m beautiful and sexy, and I’m not bragging. It’s just the truth. He feels like more of a man when other men want me.”
“Sounds like less of a man, not more of a man.”
Joanne’s eyes flashed. “I’m telling you this so you understand, but don’t you ever say anything mean or bad about Peter. He’s not less of a man. He’s just not the type of man you are. I don’t humiliate him. How he feels about it is his business, I’m not sure I understand all of his emotions, they are complicated. But I accept them.” She paused. “What would you have done if the roles had been reversed, if you had been Peter last night, and you had seen your wife’s lover?”
“I would have punched him out, then divorced you.”
Joanne smiled. “Exactly. That’s you. That’s not Peter.”
This was a lot to take in, and we hadn’t even reached the part about her lying to me about being married. I got up and went to get a drink of water. While I was in the kitchen I put on some coffee. I surprised myself by automatically filling the coffeepot for two people.
Joanne had me, as always.
I came back and handed Joanne a glass of water, as if we were just having a normal visit between friends. “Coffee is on the way.” I sat back down, still not on the sofa. “So he’s known who I am, all along?”
“Not your name. Just that I had a lover who fucked me. I don’t tell him names. I use other terms. The rough one. The tattooed one.” Joanne took a sip of water. “The black one.”
If Joanne thought that me imagining her with a black man would shock me, she didn’t know me as well as she thought. Matter of factly, I asked, “What was your name for me?”
“The virile one.”
I almost choked on my water. This fucking woman was going to drive me nuts.
“You like that? It drove Peter wild. I’d tell him about how much come you left in me. How strong I thought it was, how I imagined your seed shooting into my womb.”
Although I was having a hard time thinking that would excite some husband, her talk was certainly exciting me. It must have been some cave man thing, knowing Joanne thought of me that way, for my powerful seed. Virile.
I shifted in my seat to cover my growing erection. I wasn’t going to let her off the hook by turning the subject to sex.
Joanne caught it. “See? You have to admit, it’s a turn on.”
“Because I’m the other man, not the cuckold.”
“It’s a turn on for him too. He’d tell you. He tried to tell you, at the party.”
“How do you know?”
“He said so. I told you, Peter and I talk about everything.”
“Does he know you are here?”
“Of course. At least that I’d try to see you. We talked about whether you’d let me in. I bet him you would. He didn’t take the bet. And I’ll share everything with him tonight.”
“I still can’t believe he’s not a little jealous.”
“Of course he is. But it’s mixed in with everything else. It’s like having sex in public. You’re worried about getting caught, maybe getting arrested. It’s mixed in with the thrill—it’s part of the thrill. Peter’s jealousy is part of what drives his excitement, and part of my excitement. I get turned on knowing he’s turned on. All of that contributes to his arousal. And mine.”
I know she wanted me to ask her about having sex in public, another one of her thrown out titillations, but I pivoted. “You get turned on telling him about sex with your lovers? With me?”
“Of course I do. Have you ever watched a woman masturbate? Tell you about her fantasies, fantasies
that don’t include you? I bet you have, you’re the type of man who women would admit things to if you told them you wanted to hear them. You have that level of control. It’s not dominance, that’s not you. But many women would do what you want. Even me, to some extent.”
I was starting to get an idea of how she placed me in her array of lovers. Strong, virile, but not forcefully dominant. I couldn’t complain, it was how I thought of myself. “So if you get aroused by your husband, why do you need lovers?”
“I already told you. I love him, but he doesn’t give me everything I need. And part of what arouses me is sharing with him what I do with my other lovers.” Joanne got up and went to the kitchen.
I knew she was giving me time to absorb it all. I had to admit, I was enticed. Not enough to forgive her, but enough to understand a little about where she was coming from. And Peter. I could never be like Peter. But I had no right to judge him. It was some kind of kink, no different than any other, in the great scheme of things probably a lot less outlandish than many others. He seemed like an intelligent, mature guy. If he had entered into this arrangement with his wife, who was I to judge him?
And deep down, even though I had been so completely under Joanne’s spell, I’d never felt so powerful, fucking this beautiful married woman, some other man helpless to stop me from taking what I wanted.
Her virile man. So virile, even her husband was happy to see his wife taken by me, to have me shoot my powerful seed in her. . .
Which stopped me cold.
Joanne came back and handed me a coffee. It was black, like I took it. I didn’t ask how she knew.
Instead of going back to the couch she perched on the edge of my chair. Her light perfume wafted over me, my skin prickling just at her proximity.
“Are you on birth control?” I asked.
“If you didn’t have hot coffee in your hand, I’d slap you. You think I’d use you to get pregnant?”
I thought of some of my friends and the experiences they had. “It wouldn’t be the first time a woman did that.”
“Until you mentioned it just now, I hadn’t thought about it. We aren’t ready for children. If and when we decide to have kids, Peter will be my first choice for a father.”
“First choice?”
“Of course. He’s my husband. But you’ve given me an idea. When the time comes, I may tease him a little, tell him he has to compete. That I’ll let my lover come in me, and then Peter can. See which one wins. I think it will turn Peter on. Of course, I’ll talk about it with him first.”
“You’d tease him, or do it for real?”
“What do you think?”
I gave her a hard look. “I won’t be part of that. Or anything with you, now.”
Joanne calmly took a sip of coffee. “We’ll see about that. I’m going to let you absorb all this. As for getting me pregnant, who’s to say you would still be my lover then?” She set her coffee down and dropped her hand onto my thigh. “Besides, I could have already been doing that, you wouldn’t have known. I could have been off birth control, only letting you fuck me on my most fertile days.”
“Is that what you’ve been doing?” I cringed. All my years of trying not to get women pregnant, and here was one that could have been using me for just that.
“I told you no. But I’ll tell you one thing I’ve done. Some days, when I’m having sex with Peter, and I’m sitting on his face. . .” Joanne paused, to let that sink in. “Do you know what I say to him?”
She paused again, not quite dramatically, but trying to get me to beg her for more information. I didn’t, but I could tell by her smile she knew I wanted to know. “I ask him whether he’d be as excited licking me if he knew I had just been with another man, with someone who has just come in me.”
“Another tease?”
“At first. Until I saw his reaction, he couldn’t get enough of me. So I did it for real. I tell him that he’d better lick it out of me, or else. . .I’ll get pregnant with another man’s child.”
“You’ve done this recently?”
“Very.”
I gulped, the thought so decadent, and yet, at the same time, feeding my ego like nothing ever had before. Just like Joanne planned it. And as usual, everything with her had a catch. Her husband got to lick her, and I didn’t. But the way he had to do it. . .“I thought you said you didn’t humiliate him.”
“I don’t. Not on purpose. I found out—and I bet he found out—that he liked it by accident. One night I had sex with someone, before you, and I was with Peter an hour later and when I was telling him about it he said he wanted to see what I looked like, whether I was still swollen, whether there was still some evidence of my lover. I let him touch me, and he kissed my pussy, and that’s what started it.”
“And that excites him?”
“I told you, it’s complicated. Pride and jealousy and kink all wrapped together. He goes crazy. Although not as crazy as when I’ve had a black lover who is fucking me. Then Peter has to imagine me having a black baby, and how everyone would know it wasn’t his.”
I squirmed in the seat. “You bitch. That is mean.”
Joanne laughed. “To you it would be. It would be so mean I wouldn’t even consider doing something like that with you. With Peter, it’s different.”
“So that’s the kind of sex you have with him? You let him lick you?”
“Oh, are we suddenly jealous? Jealous of the man you were just telling me wasn’t much of a man? Because I let him lick me?”
I shrugged, pretending indifference. “He’s your husband. You two can do whatever you want.”
Joanne leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I didn’t stop her, but that’s all she’d get.
“I do have sex with him, but not the way you think of it. I only let him fuck me on our anniversary, because we did it on our wedding. But always with a condom, he’s never come in me.”
“Never?”
“Never. But that doesn’t mean we don’t have a lot of sex. I’ve let him come on my tits, I’ve given him handjobs. But when I’m telling him what I’ve done with my lovers, he usually starts to masturbate, just from what I’m saying, and he can’t control himself, he comes so fast. Often when he’s at home, knowing I’m out with a lover, he’s masturbating. He tries to wait, but he’s told me that just imagining what I’m doing drives him so crazy he can’t help himself.”
“I can’t get over that you let me come in you and he hasn’t.”
“Well, I may change that, after the great idea you’ve given me.”
“I’m not part of this,” I warned.
Joanne dragged her hand across my thigh again, her fingers outlining my erection. “You already are part of it.”
“Only because you lied to me. I never would have done anything with you.”
“Are you so sure of that?”
“Yes.” But I wasn’t, really. This woman was the devil. An incredibly powerful, sexy, alluring, irresistible devil.
Joanne stopped touching me, and though I wanted to be done with her, the absence of her fingers was like the air suddenly being sucked from the room.
“I believe you. But I didn’t lie to you.”
“You never told me you were married.”
“You never asked.”
“That’s a cop out.”
Joanne held up her hand. “I wear a wedding ring.”
And so she did, a band. Along with rings on two other fingers. “That’s your right hand,” I argued.
“I’m southern European, and so is Peter. We all wear our rings on our right hand.”
“I was supposed to know that?” But of course I did know that, I’d been all over southern Europe. The women there often did wear their wedding rings on their right hand.
Joanne slipped her hand under my neck and onto my chest. The hand with the ring. “Admit it. You enjoyed it. All of it.”
I looked away from her face, I’d not be able to concentrate. I didn’t know what to think, and for one of th
e few times in my life, didn’t quite know what to say. It wasn’t like me at all, that was the power Joanne had over me.
The fact that her fingers were on my chest wasn’t helping matters.
I put my hand over hers, stopping her, but the electricity remained. I fought to remain in control. As if I had any chance of being in total control here.
I didn’t have a good answer to question. I did enjoy it, the sex. Maybe a little of the secrecy of it, having an office affair. And I certainly enjoyed her. But knowing everything—or at least everything she had chosen to tell me, I was conflicted. The ego boost of being the virile man. But I wasn’t sure how I felt about being the man cuckolding another man’s wife.
“I can’t get over that your husband accepts this.”
It is who he is. It’s what turns him on. I know you have things that turn you on. Everyone does. Don’t judge him. He’s happy with it, more than happy, he’s living his fantasy. So am I. Most people can’t say that. I have the man I love all to me, and I still get to indulge in my special desires with the men I want.”
“Men.”
“Yes, men. You don’t do well as the jilted lover or the jealous type. Tell me, does it make you feel better or worse? That you aren’t the only one?”
Now my ego clashed with my guilt. “Better, I think.”
“See? That wasn’t so hard. It’s the first step in acceptance.”
I stood up abruptly. “I’m not sure I’m anywhere near acceptance.”
She moved close to me, very much in my space. Our space; I’m not sure I’d ever have my own space with her, even now. “Maybe one of the reasons I didn’t come right out and make it clear I was married was that I was afraid you’d react like this.”
“Damn right.”
Joanne reached up and put her arms around me and placed her head on my chest. “I just wanted you so much. I didn’t want to take the chance of not getting you. I was wrong, I see that now. The truth would be important to you, I should have known that from the beginning. Can you forgive me?”
I didn’t embrace her, I just stood, aloof. But I didn’t push her away.
“I thought I was going to be the one asking your forgiveness.”
She let me go and stepped away, the flash back in her eye. “I haven’t forgotten that. You can be a hard man.”
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