Tease too

“Oh… it’s just you.” The she retorts, falling back onto the bed, reluctantly.
I still struggle to make out who it is… as the image approaches; I see it is her husband.

“Alright girls” He stands over us, looking pleased but put-out, “Get yourselves together, dinner is ready.”
I move to get up, but the red head still lays, complacent on the bed… “God damn it honey, couldn’t you have waited?” She whines, “We were just getting started.”

“No dear.” Sighing, he takes her by the hand to assist her; he then grins at me as I straighten my dress and re-hook my bra. “Your husband is waiting at the dining table… Dare I tell him you’ve started without him?”

I shutter… he grins even wider, as if a dare has been implied. Putting the finishing touches on myself; I regain my composure and sprint to the living room. The red head and her husband follow; bickering like old ladies.

Once seated and provided with a new drink, we ate dinner and made good conversation. I actually got to have the most wonderful prime rib, baby reds prepared with garlic butter, steamed carrots with parsley… it was quite tasty and a far stretch from the grilled cheese sandwiches we’d been living on for so long. Across the table I could feel her husbands gaze permeating me… still undressing… methodically planning perhaps how he would have me tonight? I was unsure, but it was turning me on beyond belief. The graying temples and attractive crows’ feet made this game even more appealing… and suspenseful.

Once dinner was over, I still felt highly intoxicated… euphoric, and unable to comprehend most of my surroundings. Both in conversation and otherwise… my focus was simple… what was I going to fuck next?

We moved into the game room to play pool, still drinking… and still laughing. For the life of me I could not hit a pocket, or a ball for that matter. Everything was soft, warm, and doubled. My senses were tingling, like ginger ale… I became enthralled in a conversation with her husband; my full attention was then onto him.
“So, she tells me you write?”
“Yes, yes I do.”
“What do you write…?”
“Well, actually, I dabble a bit.”
“Really?” His brow raised, as if intrigued...”You dabble?”
I laughed as this sounded sort-of funny to me at the moment. “I do…Mostly though, I philander...”
Now he laughs, crows’ feet working overtime, “Philandering is good.”

And then silence as he makes his shot...

But not for long as I hear something emitting from the next room… I look towards the study where the sound was coming from… It was groaning; it was deep and manly…

I swing around to look for husband and red head, which are no where to be found. That’s my husband in there! Holy fuck, what the hell just happened?
I dart for the door, but her husband steps in my way, blocking my passage.

“Do you really want to see in there?” He puts his hand out, grabbing my shoulder.
“That’s my husband!” I exclaim.
“And that’s my wife…” he added “Didn’t you assume that would happen?”

“Well, yeah.” I calmed a bit, he was right. I did assume it would happen; but I thought I would at least have fair warning, or perhaps participation! “I did assume it would happen I guess, just wanted to be part of it.”
He put down his pool stick and rested his other hand on my waist; “You will,” he reassured…”You will.”
We went back to playing pool, though the sounds of passionate screaming from the adjacent room was enough for me to break my cue stick in half. I was stressed, senses still heightened… perhaps a little angry or jealous. I tried to take a shot, but couldn't concentrate...

“Can I just see?” I begged him “It’s driving me crazy…”

“Which part is driving you crazy...?” He enquired. “Is it the not knowing or not participating?”

I tried to make it as obvious as I could that this made me unhappy and I was going to kick his ass if he would not let me peek. I let out a very firm “both.” Nostrils flaring.

“Okay then,” he grabs a remote propped on the table near the bar, “I will indulge.”

He hits the power button, the large 32 inch flat screen evolves from the ceiling… Alright, I admit I thought that was cool, and it distracted me for the moment.
He hit another button; which in turn projected exactly what I had predicted… in 32 inch color. My husband’s cock buried deep within the red head, and she was loving it.

In a precarious position, my husband had her bent over the backside of the couch, gripping her shoulders, pounding her with much force. So hard in fact, I swore he would break her. In and out, in and out… her bucking wildly, madly… screaming obscenities and re-affirming that he was absolutely the best. Mouth agape... my worse fears confirmed, but yet... really fucking exciting.

“Do you feel better now?” Her husband asked, coming to me, “Now that you’ve seen it?” He clicked another button; the monitor disappeared back into the ceiling.

And then I realized; that’s why we had come there. “I need another drink” I sighed.
He obliged, we played pool while my husband got his in the corner pocket.

Not too long through our second game the sounds stopped; and once again I felt fucking euphoric. Her husband and I were having such a good time at this point I didn’t care about the incident. I was alright with it, and thinking to myself…hmmm, I’m not leaving here until I get mine. That’s when her husband said the words….

The words that changed the venue of the whole evening……and perhaps my sex life; forever.

“Do you trust me?”


To be continued.....