Best Served Cold – Chapter 8, “You’re Getting Hard, Aren’t You?”

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The holidays arrived and departed as they always have, with last minute shopping, wrapping presents, and the obligatory visits with family and friends. We planned a small New Year’s Eve party at our place with fifteen or twenty guests. “Did you invite him?” I had asked, hoping I still had a say in the decision. “I suppose it would be awkward to uninvite him, but with our friends here, I really don’t think it’s the right time or place. I would like to meet him though, eventually, if for no other reason than to be convinced he’s not the ‘Stephan’ I met that night.””I think I know what you’d like,” she had said, grinning. “We’ll have him over some other time, when the three of us can talk.” There was something in her voice that suggested she had already planned it, and had expectations she hadn’t shared. There was something in her eyes as well; it was always her eyes that gave her away when she spoke of Michael.January turned bitterly cold, with more and more snow and all the inconveniences that came with it. Linda and I both returned to work without much of a break from the holiday madness. We were always a bit sad when the holidays were over; it was our favorite time of the year. We loved putting up the tree, and hated taking it down. On the street below, the strings of lights and blinking decorations were gone and the city had returned to browns and grays. Winter still held a few lingering ghosts from our past, but mine had faded to a pale remnant of the menacing specter born at the Excelsior Hotel bar. Linda’s ghosts seemed to have disappeared completely, or she had hidden them well during her concentrated effort to keep us whole. Our work consumed us, and time accelerated until spring had brightened our spirits and reawakened our appetites for new bedtime fantasies.”I saw Michael today.”I watched her there across from me, propped up near the end of the sofa with her legs stretched out in front of her. She raised one knee as she spoke, bunching her nightshirt up around her waist, showing me a mouthwatering expanse of bare leg from hip to toe. I could see between her legs where the familiar red panties barely covered her. I knew it wasn’t a coincidence that the red panties suddenly appeared along with the mention of his name.”At work?” I asked, still staring between her legs.”No, not there…” She didn’t look up from her tablet.”Was it a place I’d know? Did you go to lunch, or maybe have a drink with him after work?” I guessed. My heart was pounding”You’re getting warmer,” she said, trying to hold back a smile, still punching and swiping across the surface of her new iPad.I went to the sofa and sat on the edge beside her. She was fiddling with her tablet, scrolling through collections of our friends’ holiday photos. bahis siteleri The red panties had to be a sign; she hadn’t worn them since the night of her office party. “So, you had sex with him?” I asked, cautiously.She put down her tablet and gave me an apologetic look. “You said it was okay, that you could look the other way occasionally. Did you change your mind?””Well, no. But I wanted you to let me know. That was our agreement.””I am letting you know. Now.””Then, when was it?” I asked, nervously. It had excited me at first, but now I worried her overly buoyant mood since the time of our agreement might be a sign of trouble.”Today. Just today. Only one time.”  She began to smile again. “You’re getting hard, aren’t you?”How could she always do that so easily, so predictably? There was this uncanny synergy in the sight of her willing body and her teasing, seductive smile that always reeled me in, and she was exquisitely adept at adding the words she knew would command my cock to rise for her when she wanted it.  “I want to see you,” I told her, too distracted to answer her question. I adjusted her nightshirt and pulled the panties down along her legs and over her bare feet. She let the leg nearest me fall off the sofa, flaunting her bare sex, knowing it would make me harder. I held the wisp of red lace in my hands, drawing the waist taut with two fingers, matching the width of her hips.  The panties felt as if they might float away in the air if I let them go. “You wore them for him when you were with him? Today?””I want you inside me while I tell you. Can we do it here, on the sofa?” Her eyes locked on mine so seriously, yet there was an unmistakable certainty that she knew I’d want what she promised. She was visibly wet, naked under the shirt, spreading her legs and inviting me in.When I undressed and began to climb between her legs, she stopped me. “No – I want to be on top. I don’t want you to be able to escape once I start,” she teased.”Why would I try to escape?” I asked, still a bit too ambivalent to fully accept her playfulness the way she intended it.She narrowed her eyes, wearing her best playful grin. “Maybe it’ll be too much for you.”Linda lowered herself slowly onto my erection, squirming a little to get comfortable. And she began her story.”I told Michael you agreed to ‘look the other way’ if we decided to fuck. We had a long talk first. He didn’t want to complicate our past by agreeing to fuck me if he wasn’t sure you were okay with it – well, more than okay. I told him how hard you were when we pretended you were him fucking me after the party, and he was anxious to make our first ‘date.'””A date? I’m not sure I like the sound of that.””His word, not mine. Maybe this will be too much for canlı bahis siteleri you. Hmmm? Maybe I should stop…””Wait! What? No – tell me!” She just couldn’t resist teasing, right up to the last minute.”Michael picked me up at lunch today, just a few blocks from the office. Don’t worry – no one saw us. But even if they had, he and I do go to lunch there together now and then, just to talk shop. Still, it was exciting, imagining everyone knew I was slipping away to fuck a man who isn’t my husband. I would never want the people I work with to know, but while I sat waiting for him at the little outdoor cafe,  a few of the men stared at me, well, you know, the way they do when they think I might be available. I began to fantasize that a few of them knew what I was about to do, and that they wanted to fuck me before Michael got his turn. I imagined they were all hard for me, the ‘innocent, everyday wife’ who was unable to hide that she was on her way to be fucked by her lover.”Then, in the middle of my fantasy, this guy appeared out of nowhere and asked if he could join me. He was so young, in his early twenties I guessed, a little scruffy, but so confident in the way he approached me with his boyish good looks. His crotch was at eye level, and I couldn’t take my eyes off his faded jeans as he stood there beside me – such a cute little butt and very nice bulge where I imagined his cock waited so impatiently for me. It just looked so delicious. I told him I was waiting for my husband, but instead of folding and slinking away, he just smiled, and told me, ‘Maybe some other time, then?’ I wondered, had I not been waiting for Michael, if I might have gone with him to discover what was inside those faded jeans. I can still see the outline of his surprisingly large cock, right there in front of me, eagerly prepared to fuck me. But, I’m sure it was just my impatience to fuck Michael that made me even consider it. At least that’s what I told myself as I watched his cute little butt disappear into the crowd.”She was rising and falling on my cock so slowly, timing her movements to match the words she used to draw me into her story. She had taken me deep inside her, and then stopped, impaled to the hilt as she closed her eyes, wearing a faint, satisfied smile. Her contractions were those of a small but powerful fist inside her belly, clamping, releasing, and then tightening again, over and over, as she relived her encounter with her scruffy admirer. At first, I had thought he was merely an exaggerated embellishment to her story, but then I wasn’t so sure.”Would you have fucked him?” I asked, quietly. “I mean, if it was a normal workday and you had stopped for lunch there? You’ve never told me anything like this before.”She canlı bahis opened her eyes and stared down at me with a look that penetrated any and all doubts I had about her sincerity. I knew how adept she was at leading me through a labyrinth of erotic surprises and trapdoors. Admittedly, I always followed her willingly, so eager to see her as a woman open to ever more perversity. But I was also more and more aware that she loved weaving our fantasies into her little stories while we fucked.”You must know I look at other men, David – that I wonder what some of them might be like in bed. Does it seem so impossible that I might be seduced by at least one of them, far beyond my best attempt to refuse them?””So, you might fuck him? If you happen to meet him ‘some other time?’ Would you tell me?””I’m not that easy, David. But what if I had gone with him? What if that guy at the cafe took me somewhere and fucked me, even if it was only for a few minutes, for as long as it took for both of us to come? We’d never see each other again after a single, momentary lapse of judgment; it would be my little secret I’d remember on a day when I’m feeling less than attractive and need to know men other than my husband might still find me desirable.”I moved both hands to her breasts, pushing them gently upward and together, just as they had looked when bound by the unbuttoned opening at the front of her flowered dress. When her smile widened, I was sure she could read my mind. “Do you have many of these little secrets?” I asked, stunned and excited by her confession.”Enough to keep you begging for more, David. But you only get one at a time, and only when I want to see you sweat a little while I get you hard.” On the last word she clenched my cock as tightly as she could, holding it, watching me with amusement as I tried to delay spewing every drop I had into her tense, clutching belly.”But maybe now you’d rather hear about Michael and me…” she teased, afraid I wouldn’t last until she fed me the rest of her story.”He owns a rental house, just outside the city. The last tenants had just moved out, so we had the entire house to ourselves. We talked for a while. He wanted to know all about you, especially about your decision to share me with him. I explained that I had filled you in on my history with him, and that it was a subject you and I have danced around and played with for a while now. He seemed satisfied with that.”He told me about a couple he met when he worked as an actor in New York, a husband and wife who shared the fantasy of another man fucking her. They approached him one night after his show, and the husband watched his wife flirt with Michael outside the theater. He fucked the wife a few times while her husband watched. He said he often thought about fucking me when we’d see each other now and then, and he knew it had worked for the couple in New York, but he doubted you’d ever be open to considering it, so he never suggested it.

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