I knew that she had been scheduled to have lunch with Ed Livingston today and “take his temperature” on the subject of becoming my wife’s first extra-marital lover, if the opportunity presented itself. My heart started to pound!
Had they done it already? Had this Livingston guy taken her back to the office and fucked her on the couch…on her desktop?
“What…what did you do?” I asked the question breathlessly.
“I told him what I wanted, and he was okay with it!” She blurted out her answer excitedly.
“How did you put it?” I was intensely curious: just how did a married woman ask another man—who knew she was married—to become her lover?
The kids came flooding back into the room at that moment like a pair of wild Indians, shouting and screaming. The rest of Michelle’s story would have to wait for later, that much was clear!
****
The dinner Brenda had fixed for us that night was a simple one, thank God. But the raw carrots in the salad were like sawdust in my mouth and the chicken breast went down as if it was much drier than it actually was.
Every bite was agony. I didn’t want food: I simply wanted this meal to be over so that we could shoo the kids in to watch television while we talked in detail about what had happened at Michelle’s lunch with Ed today!
At last, when Brenda had gone home for the night, and the kids were happily ensconced in front of the television in the recreation room, my wife and I found ourselves alone once more in the living room. I whispered urgently to her, “Tell me everything that happened at that lunch today! What did you say? What did he say?”
“Let’s go into the kitchen and pour ourselves a cocktail. It’ll be more private, in case the kids get restless.”
“That’s not going to happen,” I replied somewhat impatiently. “You know those two as well as I do. Once the television is on and they’re laid out in front of the screen, World War Three could start and they wouldn’t move.”
“Probably, but I could use a drink right about now, and I bet you could, too!”
I saw the wisdom in that, so I let her lead the way into the kitchen and took down a couple of liquor bottles from the cupboard we stored them in; single malt scotch for me, and gin and vermouth on the rocks for her.
As I threw together her olive-less martini, I asked, “How did you broach the subject with him?”
She took the finished drink and sipped it before replying, “Well, I started out slowly. I didn’t really know how to approach it.”
Michelle took another big cut of her cocktail and then said, “Actually, it just sort of worked out. Ed is always coming on to me. It’s gotten to be sort of a standing joke between us over the years, since he knows by now I’m always going to shoot him down.”
Her eyes were sparkling with excitement as she went on to say, “Well, anyway today…I didn’t! I waited until we had finished lunch—we’d drunk a full bottle of Chardonnay with our salads—and when he suggested I go to dinner with him soon, like he invariably does, I told him I’d really enjoy that!”
She laughed and said, “Poor Ed didn’t know how to take it at first. He’s asked me out so many times during the last few years and I’ve never said ‘yes’ before.”
I smiled and urged her on with my eyes. She said, “Well, like I said, at first he didn’t know how to respond to the positive answer on my part, after all these years of trying. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was because I’ve known him for so long, but I suddenly found myself telling him about your little fantasy, in general terms.”
I felt that tightening in my balls again as I realized a third person now knew what a perv I was; someone I didn’t even know! Somehow, I managed to fight down my urge to panic and asked her, “What else did you say?”
My wife replied, “I told him that after giving this a lot of thought, I wanted to move your fantasy into the realm of reality, and I was looking for the right man to make that happen with.”
Her face assumed a serious mien as she went on to say, “I made it clear that you knew all my decision to take a lover and that you approved. And that if I decided to go ahead with this, I was going to share all of the details with you.”
“What…what did he say to that?” I asked the question breathlessly.
She grinned and said, “He thought it was…kinky. That was his word, not mine.”
A long silence passed between us and then she said, “I told him that the guy I chose to sleep with had to be very closed-mouthed about this whole affair. I wasn’t looking to have my business reputation ruined by some blabbermouth who would use our little ‘experiment’ in marital infidelity as cocktail repartee at the next party he attended.”
Michelle laughed out loud, saying, “You should have seen his face, darling! He was practically ready to sign an oath written in his own blood, swearing that he wouldn’t tell a soul, were I to make him the lucky guy!”
I laughed too, but my own laughter sounded hollow to me. Hopefully, Michelle wouldn’t pick up on that, as pleased as she was about the way her luncheon meeting had gone today…
****
“Do you really think this guy can keep his mouth shut?”
We were in bed that night. It was past ten-thirty and we were just getting ready to turn off the lights for the evening.
“I think he can, or I wouldn’t have mentioned it to him at all,” she said.
“And do you…do you still want to…fuck him?”
She turned to me with that devilish grin on her face and said, “Of course I do! I wouldn’t have even considered him, if that wasn’t the case!”
I felt as if she had just rabbit-punched me, but I tried not to show it. I realized that I was going to have to get used to such candor from my hitherto faithful wife, if we were really going to go ahead with this!
“So, what’s our next move?”
“Well, I guess that’s up to Ed,” she said. “The ball is now in his court, so to speak. I didn’t actually promise him that I was going to spend the night with him, but I heavily implied it! We’ll just have to see if he follows up on my invitation or not.”
“I can’t see why he wouldn’t,” I insisted. “Look at yourself--you’re gorgeous! And you said he’s wanted you for years now. What’s to stop him?”
She was beaming with approval at what I’d just said about the way she looked as she stared over at me. But she cautioned me, “Lots of things, when you really think about it. Ed and I have enjoyed a great working relationship for several years now, and he depends on me for good, solid business advice whenever he needs it. Making our relationship this…personal has the potential of changing all of that. And Ed is smart enough to see it before it happens.”
I could see that, too. Michelle was a marvelous piece of tail, but apparently she had made it clear to Ed that this was all it would ever be if they…‘got together’ in bed; just some naughty fun between the two of them, nothing more.
Given the situation, I could see where he might find that he valued her brains more than her body. As a canny businessman, he might well think her advice on positioning himself in the market to be worth more than a blowjob; no matter how exquisite such a sensual encounter proved to be.
After all, this was Los Angeles. You could buy movie-star wannabe, professional-league pussy for a few hundred dollars any night you wanted it, if you were rich enough. And apparently this Ed guy was very rich.
But cogent advice, affecting your bottom line, could be worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. Would it really make any sense to a man like Ed Livingston, a multi-millionaire, to risk losing one just to get the other?
“Do you really think I’m that gorgeous?” Michelle asked just then.
I looked over at her. She had removed her pajama top and was busily scooting out of her bottoms underneath the bedcovers.
Her big, beautiful breasts rolled and shimmied invitingly as she wriggled out of her panties. I smiled wolfishly and reached for her, murmuring, “I sure do!”
In no time, she was sighing and reaching down for my cock. Michelle’s exploring hand found its way under the elastic of my pajama bottoms and captured my rigid shaft.
“Ooh, I know somebody who wants me as badly as I want him,” she murmured, beginning to stroke me.
“Who might that be, Ed Livingston?” I whispered the joke as I moved from her left to her right nipple.
She laughed and said, “Him, too, I bet, you smart-ass!”
As we both broke into chuckles, I bit her nipple lightly and she drew in her breath. All humor suddenly evaporated as she begged me to: “bite it harder! Really suck it, darling! Oh, God, I’m so horny tonight!”
I pushed her onto her back and began to devour her sweet tits, easing my pajama bottoms down and off my ass as I did so. My wife moaned and ran her hands all over my back under my pajama top and whispered into my ear, “Oh, please fuck me, honey. Fuck me hard and deep…just the way I hope Ed’s going to do it soon!”
Nearly coming before I even got my cock into her as the reality of that statement hit me; I lined up my engorged head with her overflowing slit and pushed. She let out her breath as I took her fully.
I looked down at the angel I was fucking and said, “God, babe, you’re so incredibly pretty…so sexy! That Ed is a lucky man; and so am I!”
“Don’t you ever forget it,” she said, her voice husky with lust as she began to work her lush hips up off the mattress, berthing my sliding prick all the way into her depths with each lunge.
She smiled up at me impishly and whispered, “God, I love you so much! Now fuck me; fuck me good and hard and make me come!”
Chapter Six
Her First Date
Ed Livingston turned out to be either a very deliberate man, incredibly busy, or reluctant to proceed. He waited a full week to call Michelle and say that he wanted to take her to dinner and--by saying that--to bed!
I could never have waited that long, had I been in his place. And I knew it.
Had I been presented with a golden opportunity to sleep with someone as gorgeous as my wife, after first lusting after her for years, I doubt I could have held out for even a day, let alone a week, before asking her out! But Ed did.
Michelle didn’t even wait to get home this time to tell me that Ed had finally called her at the office and asked her to dinner. She dialed my private line at work and blurted out that he had the moment she got off the phone with him.
“It’s…it’s…on!” She whispered excitedly, sounding as if she was out of breath after a long jog. “He just called and he wants to take me to…‘dinner’ this Wednesday night, if that’s okay with you.”
Stunned by this lightning bolt of unexpected news, I reflected quickly on this upcoming Wednesday. There was nothing in my schedule I could think of which would throw a kink into her tentative plans for a dinner out and a whole lot more that night.
If she was to come back home very late from that “dinner”; or even early the next morning, I knew it would still be okay. As long as she was back in the house before the kids awoke, we were golden!
I tried to keep the anxiety I was feeling—now that the big moment had finally arrived—out of my voice as I said, “Fine by me, darling; I’ll be sure to get home from work early on Wednesday, to make sure the kids are no problem.”
I stammered, “Have…I want you to have…a great time on your…uh…date and not worry about a thing!”
****
The rest of the week--before Wednesday finally arrived--seemed to fly by in fits and starts, blurring together in my memory. I remember there being some flap at the private school we sent the kids to about Brandon Junior mouthing off to the teacher in class, and I vaguely recall dealing with that mini-crisis. And I remember Michelle and me making love each night before Wednesday came, never failing to fall asleep in each other’s arms.
Just before sleep settled over our pleasantly-spent bodies on Tuesday, she whispered in the darkened bedroom, “Last chance; do you want me to call this off? I could always phone Ed and tell him something came up and I can’t make it this week. Or I could just tell him that we decided not to go through with it—at all; that we’d changed our minds about my cheating on you.”
I didn’t answer right away, realizing that this, indeed, was my last chance to call the whole thing off. Did I really want to let this radical change to our nearly perfect marriage happen, all in the name of kinky thrills?
It seemed like hours before I spoke again, thinking it all through carefully once more. It was probably more like thirty seconds, but Michelle stayed silent and just let me muse.
I had no doubt she was wrestling with her demons too, during that long pause. As we had said before, this was a big step, which really couldn’t be erased from our mutual consciousness, once it had been taken.
“What about you?”
In the end, I tried to take the coward’s way out and throw the final decision back into her court, wanting her to make the ultimate call. “Do you still want to go through with this, now that it’s almost here?”
She took as long as me to answer. I lay there in the darkened room, listening to her heightened breathing, trying to guess what her decision would be, every muscle in my entire body taut with anticipation.
I told myself that if she decided that she just wasn’t comfortable with doing this, I would understand. Hell, maybe on some level I even wanted her to call it off!
My wife, of course—who was at least as smart as I was—saw right through my ploy to foist all of the blame off on her. She scooted even closer to me in bed and touched my cheek with just her fingertips.
“I think for this to work out well, it has to be a mutual decision,” she murmured. “Now, do you want me to keep my dinner date tomorrow night…or not? You know full well what it will mean if I do!”
I was suddenly in agony. I desperately wanted the date to happen, and yet, I didn’t!
What if my worst fears were realized? What if she decided she liked going to bed with rich, handsome, multimillionaire Ed much better than she liked doing it with me? What if she fell in love with him? What if she took the kids and moved in with him?
Would this decision end up costing me my whole life as I knew it? Was taking that kind of a chance even worth it?
I swear, only Michelle’s ‘get-it-over-with’ nature saved me. If she hadn’t spoken up just then, I might still be lying there in that bed, dithering!
“I think I’m okay with it, as long as you are,” she said at that moment. “Don’t get me wrong; I can still take it or leave it. I suspect I’m like you; part of me wants fiercely to do this, to just throw caution to the wind for once in my life and take a chance.”
She cuddled next to me and murmured, “But I’d be devastated beyond words if my doing this were to cost us our relationship. If that was the case, I could walk away from this little experiment in cheating without ever looking back. Believe me.”
And I did. Hearing her say that she valued what she had with me over anything she might have with a stranger came as a huge relief!
“Let’s try it,” I whispered at last. “We can always write this off as a bad idea, if it doesn’t work out the way we want. We both make lots of money; we can hire the best professional help out there to counsel us, should it come to that.”
She kissed me chastely on the cheek and murmured, “I doubt it will. Even if this all goes horribly wrong, the one thing we still will have is our love for each other. I’m counting on that…”
****
It felt weird, the next night, watching her get ready for a date with another man. Especially since I knew this date was one that was going to go all the way. She was really planning on ending this night in bed with him, doing with him w
hat she had only done with me for over ten years now!
I had told Brenda that my wife had a very important business dinner to attend tonight, and she had agreed to serve the children dinner before she went home for the evening. That had freed me up to go upstairs with Michelle, when she got home, and watch as she got ready for her first ever extra-marital assignation.
Since Ed couldn’t very well take her someplace where they’d be likely to see someone who knew him--or knew her, or knew me, for that matter, and that she was married to me--he had picked a relatively obscure spot in the suburbs for their dinner date. He’d assured her that it was an absolutely top drawer little bistro which specialized in northern Italian food, one that had managed so far to remain well below the radar of the foodies, the celebrities, and rich.
“You’re driving over to his place in Bel Air and then taking his limo to the restaurant?” I asked her the question as she rejected first her diamond necklace and then her pearls.
“That way I can drive myself home later tonight, or in the morning, depending on how the second…portion of the evening goes,” she said, answering my question diplomatically.
She had spoken into the dresser mirror, while fastening a piece of jewelry around her elegant neck which featured a large, pear-shape Tanzanite gemstone and white gold loop pendant which hung on a chain of eighteen carat white gold. I had bought it for her to celebrate our fifth wedding anniversary.
It wasn’t exactly the Hope Diamond, when it came to price. I remember paying around fifteen-thousand dollars for the set. But it had seemed expensive enough back then; when we weren’t yet doing as well financially as we are now.
As she reached into her jewelry box for the matching earrings, the fact that this was an anniversary present—and as such, perhaps not well-suited to tonight’s purpose, a date with another man—seemed to hit her just then. Her grey eyes were wide with uncertainty as she turned to me and asked, “Is this alright? I could wear something else, if you’d rather I did that!”
“No, its fine,” I assured her, struggling to keep my voice emotionless. “Go ahead and wear it. That necklace always looked great on you.”
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