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My characters are often flawed, and like real life, my stories are a shitshow, like life.
Warning to all. Assuming any of you read it, but here goes:
Once again, the M/C is a woman. Don’t freak out… deep breaths. We can get through this.
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This story requires a little setup. You don’t need it to read the story, but I have to give credit to the writer whose story series inspired mine.
He wrote a series Husband’s Boss, wife’s mate. The protagonist is a cuckold, and you get the roles of the wife and boss.
BUT… my mind thought, what if?
My story and the characters are different, but I thought credit should be given.
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The Door of Temptation
We were both nervous as we walked down the hotel corridor. Of course I would be, considering what I was expected to do once we got to the room. But it was my husband’s trembling hand on mine and him practically hyperventilating that made me realize how difficult this must be for him.
5:54 pm
501 was on the right side. The even numbers were on the left. 503, 505…
There! Room 507.
The door was a typical hotel wood door with the key-latch mechanism on the left. But we had no key card. Looking at one another briefly, we each took a deep breath, swallowed, and… did nothing.
5:55 pm
“I’m so nervous,” I heard myself say. “I’m trembling.”
Shaking from both arousal and trepidation, I grasped my husband’s hand tighter. Where we actually going to do this?
“So am I,” my husband mumbled as if not wanting to be heard behind the door.
If we chose to run, we would spare ourselves the ordeal awaiting us on the other side of the door. My husband would probably be unemployed by tomorrow, but we would have our dignity.
But staying also had its rewards. Staying and going through with “it” meant my husband would be promoted with the raise and perks that followed. Things were hard during the recession then. People we knew in family and our neighborhood were losing jobs and homes. And then there were the divorces. Yet, we had an opportunity to advance for ourselves. To make a better life for both of us and our two little girls. The temptation was too enticing to resist.
5:56 pm
“Let’s do this,” I heard myself say. “OK?”
My husband wiped the sweat off his upper lip and nodded.
“For Lanie and Jude,” he said, invoking our children’s names.
As he closed his eyes one last time, reaching for that final burst of strength, I realized that he was what? Praying! He couldn’t be.
“Jace,” I said, snapping him back to reality. “If we don’t do this, we lose our home. We depend on your job. I don’t want to beg my parents to take us in.”
“I know, I know,” he repeated, looking up in frustration. “I used to think this as a fantasy. A kink for us to play-act. I never thought this would happen for real in a million years.”
“But deep down, Jace,” I reminded him, “it turns you on, doesn’t it?”
5:57 pm
My hand reached for his hardened bulge to find the answer to my question.
“I used to think that when… I mean, if we did this,” Jace hesitated.
“There is no if, baby,” I said, taking his handsome face in my hands. “This may not be how you saw it coming about, but there is no denying it. You have wanted this. You talked me into this. Slowly, day by day, night by night in bed as you rocked me under you. You let me know what you wanted and made me want to give it to you.”
“Are you sure?” he asked one last time. “Alie, I need to know I won’t lose you.”
I could feel him tremble in fear as well as arousal.
5:58 pm
“When this is over, I will go home with you and make you see I am still your wife, Jace.”
To emphasize the point, I kissed him passionately, pulling his face to me with one hand. While with the other, I fondled his hard cock inside his pants. Feeling him gasp, I let go of his manhood so as not to have him cum early.
Before Jace could change his mind, I knocked on the door. I think I saw terror in my husband’s eyes, but inside, I was burning with excitement and apprehension. Then I looked at my watch one last time and hoped we were on time.
5:59 pm
***
The seconds seemed to take an eternity until we heard the door handle turn and the door opened. We both held our collective breaths and each other’s hands.
“Hi, kids,” My husband’s boss said, waving us in. “I was wondering when you would come.”
We entered as David closed the door behind us with an ominous thud. Then he waved us to sit on the bed as he placed a chair in front of us and stayed standing, holding the backrest.
Damn him! David was so erotically magnetic. Just shy of thirty-two, he was but two years older than us. But he was taller, more handsome, and more confident than my Jace.
No, he had no square jaw and the face of a statue. Instead, he had a pointy chin, a nose slightly more prominent than would have been proper for his face. But that dark hair and those piercing green eyes reached into my soul, holding me in place.
“Sorry, Mr. Elliot,” Jace stammered. “We were nervous.”
It was true. Maybe for different reasons, but we were both anxious. And we were both aroused to no end. My pussy was dripping at the sight of David and the sound of his voice. Damn! Damn! Why did he have to be so sexy? I found myself wanting to do all sorts of things for him, even with my husband in the room. But I knew that would not be in the cards this afternoon. No way.
“That’s OK. There is water over there and a bottle of brandy. Both of you take a shot and wash it down.”
He already had glasses ready for all three of us that he handed out.
“To good things to come,” he said and fixed our stare as he drank, and we followed his lead.
“Now. Before anything takes place, I want to hear from you both that you are OK with this. What is about to happen. Right?”
Jace and I looked at each other one last time, and we both knew. This was happening. All we had talked, fantasized, and plotted to happen was indeed minutes, if not seconds, away.
“Yes,” I heard myself blurt out, not being able to look at David or my husband in the eye anymore. “We… we both want it.”
I found myself needing the water as my mouth went dry. Then I saw it. A bulge in David’s pants. It was… no way it could be that big!
“And you Jace?” Davin continued turning the chair around and sitting on it. The way he leaned back, his bulge became more prominent and noticeable. Jace tried not to stare at it, but it drew our eyes as if it had a magnet.
“OK then,” David said. “Now, Jace, hear me and hear me good. You too Alison.”
He had been sitting back, exposing his erection under his pants for us both to see. Yet now, he moved forward, coming closer to us.
“Good, and you two came to me earlier with a proposition. Did you not?”
We had, and he already knew what we wanted and what we had to offer. I had my body for collateral, and my husband had his wife to trade.
“Yes, we did,” Jace replied. “A request by us.”
“OK, then Jace. It’s time for you to go home. I will bring Alison to your house when I am done with her in one piece. Say your goodbyes and kiss goodnight.”
We were both transfixed by the finality of what David had said. Jace and I had discussed my not doing anything with him there. But it wasn’t until that moment that I realized I was about to be alone with another man. More so, without Jace to protect me.
“Go on,” David said, waiting for us impatiently.
I was going to walk Jace to the door, but David stopped me from standing up. I found myself almost saying, “Jace, don’t go.” But I didn’t.
“Stay in my bed Alison,” David said with a commanding tone. “Quick kiss and go, Jace.”
Jace and I gave each other one last look. This was it. No going back. This was really… it.
“I love you, Alison,” my husband whispered as he kissed me on the lips quickly.
“I love you too, Jace,” I said as I tried and failed to make eye contact with him.
I guess Jace had to go before he lost his nerve. As I sat back on the bed, my husband almost ran out of the room and pulled the door shut. Funny that. All the talk and fantasy and play-acting had not prepared me for that moment as I stared at the closed door.
It was then I noticed David watching our exchange with a slight smirk before he turned to me.
“Oh, Mrs. Voight.”
That was all he said as he stared at me. Fixing me in place.
“Do you know what I think?” he asked.
“No,” I managed to whisper as my stomach turned in knots.
“I think that under that ladylike and chaste demeanor, you are a very naughty and nasty girl.”
***
Road to Damnation
I had met David Elliot at the New Year’s party my husband’s job has each year. So naturally, David being Jace’s boss, my husband introduced him to me. To say there was instant attraction would be an understatement.
David was not the rude boss people think of that takes advances. Not once did he sent my husband off while he monopolized my time. Nor was he rude to Jace. That was not David’s style. Instead, he had asked me to dance and talked as we kept our respectable distance.
David asked me about our life and children, said he wanted to know who was working for him. When the dance ended, he was polite and took me back to Jace.
“There you go, Jace. I brought her back in one piece.”
In one piece. Just as David would promise my husband seven months later. After that, David had danced with other women at the party but would smile at me warmly when we made eye contact. More eye contact than two married people should with someone else’s spouse in a public setting. Yet, we were discreet and did not attract his wife’s attention.
Jace, on the other hand, did notice. He observed, yet said or did nothing as David asked me to dance again later. This time, David pulled me closer, close enough, so his crotch rubbed against my hip and groin. Keeping his hand on my back, he chatted to me about his wife and kids. Typical stuff, one would think, but the closeness was far from routine. Because Jace would have been an idiot not to notice how I was looking at David as if there was not another person in the room.
I didn’t know it then. I should have, but I was so drawn to David that I didn’t realize I was becoming enamored with my husband’s boss. Later my husband told me he had watched as I listened to David’s every word when we danced. My face a mask of infatuation.
What Jace did not see was how wet my pussy was. My husband knew nothing of the effect David’s cock hardening on my hip had on me. How his sexy voice and confident demeanor reach me to the core and started feelings and emotions that not even I understood.
Jace had danced with Vera, David’s wife, but I hardly noticed. Instead, my mind was on David’s cock on my hip and his piercing eyes. All while my husband close danced with David’s sexy trophy wife. Distracted as I was, I did not bother to notice how her body had similarly molded on Jace’s as mine was on her husband’s.
When the dance was over, David returned me to Jace and then approached his wife for a dance. I watched them, wondering what they were saying. Was this my husband’s view as I danced with his handsome and assertive boss?
In time, I noticed the tone of their conversation as she said something to him, and he seemed taken aback. I think I read his lips asking her if she “was sure.” His wife, Vera, nodded, stopped dancing, and headed over to their table to get her things. What was that about?
Then David turned and waved Jace and me over as he walked to his wife.
“Jace, Alison. I am sorry to do this to you; my wife is not feeling good, and I have to stay here. Jace, could you do me a favor and drive my wife home? I would be glad to look after Alison until you return.”
Jace gave me a quick look imploring me not to say no, then turned to David.
“Yes, Mr. Elliot. I would be glad to. I won’t be long Alie. Will you be OK here?”
To my internal damnation, because I have to be honest, I found myself excited at the notion of spending time alone with David away from our spouses. Alone! That’s a crock. There were at least eighty people in that party room the company had rented. And all of them knew who I was and who my husband was.
After Jace escorted Vera Elliot out, David turned to me and smiled.
“The least I can do is to dance with you again,” he had said.
And we had. David did not only trip the light fantastic with me. He… no. Correction. I… let him charm me and beguile me. You can’t seduce the willing, a great sage once said.
“My wife asked for your husband to drive her home. Should I be worried?”
“I think Jace is eager to impress and be of service,” I replied honestly. Then I smirked suggestively. “Should I worry?”
“No, I don’t think your husband is Vera’s type,” David replied as we danced, and he beamed, making me forget his wife and my husband.
It had been so long since another man had reached that hidden aspect of my psyche. Every compliment, every smile, and twirl on the dance floor brought me closer to… to what? Were we not both married with children and lives outside this party? Still, it was exciting to just be in his arms and hear him talk about this and that. To respond and have him laugh at my feeble attempt at humor.
Then as soon as it began, it was over.
“I see Jace is back,” David had said, snapping me back to reality.
I instinctively looked at my watch. Had forty minutes indeed passed since Jace left? Had I been so taken by David that time had seemed inconsequential?
He kept holding me close, but I could sense a change in his demeanor. As if realizing the opportunity was fleeting to an end, David pulled me closer, mashing his body onto mine. His now full erection pressed on my stomach as he leaned to whisper in my ear.
“You are a delightful woman. Jace is lucky to have you.”
And before I could respond, David pulled away and walked me toward my waiting husband.
***
Jace and I said little to nothing on the way home. Both of us were lost in our own thoughts about the events of the night. After we paid the babysitter, we checked on the kids and went to change and shower. We were lying in bed in the dark when Jace turned to me.
He was like a man possessed. He tore the bedding off and fell on me. Aroused from my interaction with David, I responded to my husband’s advances willingly. We kissed deep and passionately as I lowered his pajama bottoms while he raised the long t-shirt I wore to bed.
We dispensed with foreplay or conversation. Then, spreading my legs wide, I gave my husband access to my wet and hungry pussy. Not wanting him to fumble in the dark, I reached for his rigid member with one hand as my other grasped his hip gently at first. Jace had not felt this hard in my hand… for a long time.
After guiding his phallus to my entrance, I rubbed it up and down to wet it with my body juice. My scent always drove Jace crazy in the past. But then, I had not been aroused this much in a while for him to experience it. I didn’t want to think of it, but the reality was that David had stirred my mind and body to a new level of lust.
And from the way my husband was reacting, he was not far behind. I heard him grunt as he moved forward, his cock thrusting between my fingers as he strained to enter me. My legs spreading wider for him. His arms holding his body up over me.
“Do it!” I hissed when I felt him in my entrance. “Put it in.”
And did he ever.
It was the best sex we had had in months. Jace matched my wonton urgency. My fuck channel was so drenched that his dick slid in me with one long stroke. Jace was not small by any means at almost seven inches. But he lacked the girth to set fires in me usually. Yet that evening, I was too aroused to notice.
As he plunged in me in wild abandon, my body responded eagerly. And when Jace leaned in to bite my breast flesh, I reveled in the lust pain, becoming more and more aroused. Then, instinctively, I craned my neck to bit him on the shoulder as he rammed in me harder and harder.
I was pleasantly surprised when that distant feeling of an approaching orgasm reached my brain. My hands grasped Jace’s ass and pulled him to me in urgent need.
“Yes! Fuck me… fuck… aAAwwwwgh!”
My body tingled and shook from the pleasure. Not wanting it to end, I strained my thighs to press my groin up toward his. To have him drive deeper in me. To have him possess me. But…
As my husband did his best to give me what I wanted, my mind was elsewhere. Thoughts of David’s hard man meat came back to me. I wondered what it would be like to have it out to see and play with. To lick and suck. To engulf and swallow. To have him be the one above me, between my legs, railing into my wonton center with his massive dick. I had not touched it with my hands to know, but from the bump alone on my thighs and belly, I could sense its heft.
Jace’s speed was now increasing, and so was his breathing. Excited as he was, my husband was close to cumming, and remarkably, so was I. Only this time, I needed the stimulation of my finger on my clit. Him fucking me as I fingered myself was too much. If Jace lasted a minute or two, I could cum as he fucked me. The question was, would he?
But he didn’t. And while I continued trying to bring myself off, it wasn’t the same in the end. As Jace fell off to his side of the bed, I desperately tried to cum with my fingers.
Noticing I was having trouble, Jace reached over to suck my nipples.
“Think of David,” he mumbled, shocking me. Had he really said that?
As stunned as I was, I found the notion extremely erotic and said nothing in reply as I focused on cumming.
“Think of his hands on you as you two danced,” Jace whispered in my ear. “Think of him touching your body, your ass, your tits.”
I don’t know what came over my husband to say such things for the life of me. But they aroused me to no end, and I could not help but gush as my orgasm overtook me. It was intense, but it was the nasty thoughts of infidelity that took me over the edge.
And something else. In my mind, I imagined myself fucked by David as my husband watched. Only I was not in my body. In my erotic daydream, I was witnessing everything from somewhere on the side. Staring at it all as I played with my clit to make myself cum!
After, Jace and I cuddled, not saying anything. Then all of a sudden, we were talking about it like kids that had stuck their hands in the cookie jar. We wondered what it would be like if Jace was David. If I was Vera. If Jace was fucking Vera.
Then we stopped. Shocked after realizing how far we had gone. But most of all, how these exciting fantasies and roleplay could not happen.
“How did it go with you and Vera Elliot?” I asked.
“She hardly said a word at first.”
“At first?” I asked, turning toward my husband.
“Yes, then she started crying.”
“She was crying? Why?”
“Yes,” Jace replied. “I think the drinking loosened her inhibitions because she said that she is not enough for David. That David has a higher than average libido and that she can never satisfy him enough.”
“She said that! Really?” I asked.
“Don’t repeat it, Alie, please,” my husband implored. “Loose lips can get me in trouble at work, and we need my job.”
It hurt me to hear him say this, as I had lost my own job and had trouble finding another. But this was how things were that first recession year. We were struggling financially, and with the recession in full swing, there seemed no end in sight.
***
Depravity during hard times
Life was not easy for us in those days. We skimped and saved anyway we could. From buying second-hand necessities to eating home and purchasing everything on sale. Gone were our shopping trips to the mall’s expensive stores. Now we shopped at Walmart and Goodwill. I learned to sow and repair our clothes. And with Jace and I eating less, we were becoming slimmer.
We kidded each other about writing a recession diet and fitness book to get rich. But that was just another fantasy. Just as investing in the “redneck 401k” as our neighbor called the lottery. That was insensitive as so many people in our neighborhood struggled to make their mortgage payments and bills. At times it just seemed a losing battle. And for us, it was.
But ever since that night when I met David, there seemed to be a new spark in our sex life. After the kids were asleep, we would retreat to our bedroom to forget life’s problems in sexual abandon. The central aspect of our sex life was discussions of me being shared with other men. Sometimes we would play-act Jace with another woman.
And we watched a lot of porn free on the net. One would think that my husband would be more into it than I. But when Jace was at work, and the kids were taken care of, I would watch porn and masturbate. Watching people making love… no, that was not it. They were fucking. And watching them was an aphrodisiac for me. Something that was unlikely and out of character for a married woman. But I could not stop.
We tried play-acting with male and female friends as possible lovers. But as time passed, there was but one man: David. And one woman: his wife, Vera. And after a while, the fantasies settled to just one person: David.
Jace was uncomfortable at first, but he eventually admitted that the thought of a powerful man who controlled our destiny as my lover aroused him to no end. What it did to me was both disturbing and yet extremely erotic.
I alternated in reveling in thoughts of adultery with my husband’s boss and shame for even thinking it. But as time passed and Jace seemed to enjoy the play-acting, I began to lose my sense of guilt. Yet still, I kept most of my thoughts to myself, not wanting to humiliate my husband. At that point, it was just pillow talk and fantasies. Right?
I thought as time passed and I had no contact with David that it would all start to fade, as most fantasies do. But it didn’t. Thoughts of David and what his cock would look like consumed me. I could not remember ever being so infatuated with a man. I had barely known and spent time with David. Yet, he had reached me to the core.
I questioned my sanity and reasoning coming to full circle each time. My reaction to David was not romantic as it had been when I met and fell in love with Jace. I had no notions of swapping men in my life. I wasn’t falling out of love with my husband or in love with his boss. Yet still…
As the days and weeks passed since that time, the day and hours did not pass when I did not fantasize about him. I tried not calling him or thinking of him by name. He became just him or he. Even Jace picked that up.
“Are you thinking of him?” he asked the other day as he leaned me over the couch and listed my house dress. I always wore one these days, dispensing with underwear to give him easier access.
“Yes,” I confessed, knowing it would egg Jace on. “I can’t stop.”
Jace’s fingers probed my willing cunt, discovering my wetness.
“You want him. Don’t you?”
I whimpered, feeling his fingers rotate inside me, taunting me.
“Yes,” I whispered. My lips trembling.
His thumb covered my rosebud and rotated on it as his thumb continued to enter inside me. His index and middle fingers continued their probing in my sodden pussy.
“Look at you,” Jace spat accusatively. Was he still play-acting, or was he mad? “You’re wet as hell for a man who hasn’t touched you yet. Or has he?”
“No, Jace,” I implored, trying to turn to face him. “I haven’t cheated on you.”
“But you want to, don’t you?”
I stayed silent because… because I had those thoughts. In my private fantasy, I met “Him” by chance somewhere, and we chatted. Chatting led to flirting. And flirting went to touching. Hands at first, then more. In my make-believe world, we had gone from public meeting to a more private mythical setting. There was a couch we sat on where “he” had sat next to me. And then…
“Answer me, Alie. You want him to be with you,” he hesitated. “You do.”
This was no question anymore. Instead, it was a cross between accusation and recognition. Not just for Jace, but for me as well. Especially for me.
“Yes, I do,” I confessed as his fingers pulled out of me. “I want his hands on me. To touch me.”
Jace’s left hand reached over my upturned ass to grasp my right buttocks. I felt my husband’s thumb spreading me open… exposing me to him, giving him access to my wet entrance.
“I want him to touch where you touch.”
I could not see it, but I felt naked and vulnerable to a man’s wants and needs. Only it was not my husband I was thinking of. And my husband knew it.
“You want him, Alie,” my husband spat out. “You want him to take you.”
Jace was right!
I did want David to take me and use me. Had “he” been there, I would have bent over for “him,” gotten on my knees, opening my mouth for “him.” Spread my legs… moaned and yelped for “him” as “he” had his way with me.
“Yes,” I cried out as a tear ran down my face in shame of my sinful arousal.
Jace was teasing me with the tip of his cock. Rubbing it all around my wet slit, now splayed open for him, anticipating to be filled. Waiting for hard man-flesh to enter me. But, instead, my mind wandered to “him” as Jace pressed forward.
I gasped silently, afraid to speak. Fearful that my words would betray me more than they already had. Inch by inch, my husband fed me his cock. My fully aroused and hungry pussy eagerly swallowing his hardness.
“He is in you,” I heard him say as his hips touched my ass cheeks.
I wondered if David’s hard dick would feel this good or better. But as my husband began to thrust holding my hips, I stopped thinking it was Jace and just imagined “him” slamming in me. Fucking me. No lovemaking that! Just how would it feel to be taken by another man?
Jace pumped inside me, but slower and more timidly than I needed. Not wanting to hurt him, I said nothing at first. But my wants overcame my sensibilities soon.
“Fuck me… fuck me harder.”
Jace did, eventually surrendering any control he had. Sex sounds filled the room. Bodies slapping. My pussy, and his cock squishing. Him grunting. Me gasping and whimpering. Feeling my body respond… closer now.
“Auggh… I’m cumming!” I heard him gasp.
No, not yet,” I thought in vain as he pushed in one last time and shuttered against me. ‘No!’
He grunted one last time, and that was that. Alas, Jace came too soon, and I was left teased and unsatisfied.
“I’m sorry,” he tried to apologize.
“It’s OK,” I tried to soothe his ego, but it was half-hearted, and we both knew it.
He tried again to express regret as I stood and lowered my dress with his cum dripping down my legs. Something about that made me feel dirty yet sexy.
“You cum too quickly when you are thinking of David and me,” I said as naturally as if his boss and I were regular lovers.
Jace said nothing, but the die had been cast. We both knew what was on our minds. And our play and fantasies did not dissipate with time. If anything, they both increased, taking us to one and only inevitable place.
***
Coming to terms
Six weeks later.
The most stressful time of the month was when Jace and I had to pay bills. It was becoming harder and harder for us to make ends meet. And this time, it had been the worse. We had to chose which bill not to pay this month and be behind on. The water bill. I saw the disappointment in Jace’s expression. And when I tried to comfort him, he looked away in shame.
“Jace, how are things at work?”
“There is a promotion coming up. Operations manager, but I’m not sure I can bet out Jack Mastriani. He is such a kiss ass. You would think he gives Dave blowjobs or something.”
“I’m sorry, hun, but do you think you could?” I trailed off with a smirk.
Jace looked up at me in disbelief and then chuckled.
“Thanks, I needed a good laugh. But David does not swing that way. Not from what Vera said. David is as straight as they come.”
A strange silence came over us as both started contemplating unthinkable thoughts. As I stared at my husband, I wondered if he considered what I was.
But we said nothing and instead went to bed. I could tell we were both awake in the dark. Both of us tense and apprehensive about our financial woes. But we both knew there was more to this. Words did not need to be said. But they had to, and we both knew it. You could cut the tension with a knife.
“Jace/Alie,” we both spoke over each other.
“You first,” I said.
Jace was silent. I guess his ego was too much of a barrier for him to overcome. But just as I was about to speak, he surprised me.
“There is one thing, something we could… I mean, we could offer to David.”
And there it was. Or, more to the point, there I was. Me.
“I mean…” he tried to explain, but I stopped him.
I could have been one of those women who wanted their husband to belittle himself and say the unthinkable words. To have them on record and use them against him in the future. I could have done that if I had lost all respect for my man, but I had not. I knew that he had tried his best to get promoted and to give us financial security. But times were tough, and so was the competition. I understood. And more than that, I loved my husband; and I still do. So I spared him the humiliation and spoke for us both.
“Jace… I… I could. I mean, you can offer me to David.”
Jace sat up and turned to me, reaching for my hand. We held each other gently.
“Alie, this is not a fantasy you are talking about. Not play-acting.”
“I know,” I replied.
“Alie, you need to know something. Something I have not told you.”
“What’s that?” I asked, turning to face him and sitting up.
We continued our conversation in the dim glow of the digital clock. Just enough light to see the stressed and apprehensive expressions on our faces.
“Something that Vera told me that I never told you. The real reason why they don’t have a lot of sex.”
I said nothing but reached for him and placed my face in front of his. It was something I always did to get the truth out of him.
“Vera said that she is not big enough to accommodate her husband.”
“What do you mean by big enough? She told you this?”
“OK. Vera was drunk that night that I gave her a ride home. She was upset, and, I guess, she unburdened herself. Big enough to take David in her, down there.”
“You mean…” I said, raising my hand to my mouth.
“She said that David is very wide and she has problems taking him in her. It’s why they don’t have as much sex as he wants. And…”
“And what? There’s more?”
Jace snorted at that.
“You could say that,” my husband replied. “David is wide and long.”
“Oh my!” I managed to blurt out. What was I volunteering to get into? Or to get in me.
“How big?” I asked with trepidation, yet also excitement.
Jace looked away then.
“He is about nine inches long,” he hesitated again. “Vera didn’t say how wide he is. But enough to hurt, apparently.”
We stayed quiet after that. Both of us lost in our own thoughts and trials of conscience.
“It doesn’t matter,” I finally said and laid back down facing the ceiling.
Jace stayed sitting up and looking across the room. Eventually, he lay down next to me, facing away. Realizing the turmoil he must be in, I leaned over and hugged him spoon fashion.
“I love you,” I whispered in his ear.
“I love you too, Alie.”
***
It was Sunday, the following day, and we decided to skip church. We both thought it was the last place we should go to knowing what we were about to do. Instead, we took the kids out to the park to play and watched them from a bench nearby.
“How would this work?” I finally asked.
“I could approach him alone, or we could do it together,” Jace replied quickly. “I think the latter would be best.”
“You do?”
“Alie, we know he finds you attractive. He has asked me many times how you are and when he would see you again.”
I felt my body tingle in excitement at the thought of his handsome and apparently well-equipped boss finding me attractive. It was not news to me that men found me “fuckable,” but David was not just any man. He held our future in his hands. Not only did I feel heat in my groin, but my nipples hardened under my bra.
“I can ask him to meet us for drinks this Friday and see where that goes.”
We got quiet again after that.
“So, what exactly are we talking about here?” I asked.
“What do you mean?” Jace asked. “I thought you understood.”
“Oh, I understand alright, hun,” I replied, touching his arm gently. “I meant, is this a one-time deal?”
“As much as I hope it is Alie, I don’t think he will give me a promotion for just one time with you. As beautiful and sexy as you are.”
“More? How much more?”
“I don’t know, Alie,” Jace replied. “I guess we would have to play it by ear. If he is as big as Vera says, you may like it and want more.”
“How do you know that, Jace.”
“I know myself and my size, Alie. I’m not as big or thick as Vera claims David is,” he stuttered. “I… this is not easy, is it?”
What could I say to him? It’s OK. I won’t compare you to your boss’s bigger dick? We both knew that I would. Jace had known…
“You knew this all along,” I said, pulling his arm so he could face me. “You knew he was bigger than you and still brought it up to me in bed?”
Jace nodded, looking away. It had to be so hard for him to do so. Or was it?
“Jace, I have to ask. You are doing this to get the promotion for us. Not to get off on him fucking me. Is that it?”
“It started as a fantasy, Alie. And I surely got turned on watching him hold you and dance with you at the party. The idea of the promotion came later as it got tougher for us to make ends meet.”
I nodded and looked back at the kids.
“Jace, if we do this, it will test us to no end. You know that, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“It will test us in different ways.”
“I know,” he replied laconically.
“I want us to talk it all out, Jace,” I said. “I want us to both know what we are committing to.”
“You will be doing more than me, Alie,” he replied.
“Don’t fool yourself, Jace. Have you ever given your wife to another man?”
“You know I haven’t,” he said.
“I have not been given either,” I reminded him. “But I know men’s egos. It’s all talk now, but the day you have to give me to him, how will you feel then? Will you hate me? Hate yourself?”
He didn’t say much for a while, then he spoke.
“How can I hate you for doing something we agree to do? Something that helps our family survive?”
“Will it, Jace? Will we survive?” I looked at him directly. “Will you still look at me the same after another man cums in me and marks the woman that has been just yours until now?”
“I won’t hold it against you, Alie,” he replied. “I promise.”
“I’ll hold you to that, Jace. But I know better. I had something happen before you and I met.”
“What?”
“I and my old boyfriend, Kris. I told you about him.”
“Yes, you two broke up.”
“I didn’t tell you how.”
Jace just looked at me curiously, nodding for me to go on.
“he had this friend we always hung out with. Lonie. He had broken up from his girlfriend at the time, and we were his support, I guess. One night we got to drinking and playing truth or dare, and things got out of hand.”
“How?”
“I dared Lonie to drop his shorts and show me what I had heard was a big cock.”
“No!” Jace said with eyes wide open. “With Kris in the room?”
“It’s… it was complicated,” I replied. “We had been teasing and flirting all day… and drinking. One thing led to another, and we, I mean I, pushed the envelope. Look, I was young and had the attention of two good-looking young men. I was playing with fire, but I was too immature to realize where this was going.
“So Lonie snickered and said something like, “you asked for it,” and dropped his shorts and boxers at the same time. I gasped, and Kris wished he had stopped this before it got out of hand. But it was too late. The proverbial dick was out of the bag and, it was big. Definitely, the biggest I had ever seen, for sure. And bigger than Kris’s.
“I gasped and giggled, then turned to Kris and asked, “can I?” Meaning could I touch it because I was extending my hand toward it.”
“What happened then?”
“What should have never happened is what,” I replied, crossing my arms and looking away. “Combien the4 drinking and the grass we had smoked, and I was in another world. So was Lonie, who certainly enjoyed my hands on his growing dick. But Krios had this stunned look on his face.
“At first, my boyfriend acted cool and just stared out of curiosity. Thinking touching was all that would happen, I guess. But I began stroking Lonie’s cock, and before I knew it, I was kneeling before him and my tongue licking his shaft. He didn’t budge, and neither did a stunned Kris.
“By this point, lust took over any attempt at thinking, and I was giving Lonie a class A blow job. Lonie told Kris to take my clothes off as I sucked. Before long, I was naked, with two men taking turns on me. Had I been sober, I would have noticed that Kris was not reacting well. Had I been sober, I would have never done it. But I did, and my then-boyfriend yielded to Lonie to fuck me as I sucked his cock.
“Only after Lonie entered me, I… ” I hesitated, remembering.
“You what?”
“It was how I reacted, Jace,” I replied, looking up trying not to cry in public. “I lost control. It felt so good that I moaned and said things. Things that hurt poor Kris to no end.”
“Like what?” my husband asked.
“You don’t want to know,” I replied. “You don’t.”
“No, Alie,” Jace said, turning me to face him. “I need to know. So I can be prepared.”
“Nothing can prepare you for that… no man can be prepared for seeing his woman writhing in pleasure at the hands of another man. Hearing her say things that cut to the core, Jace.”
“I need to know, Alie.”
“Baby, it was not you, but I may say that with David if he is as big as Vera says he is. It will hurt you. In fact, you can’t be there when you give me to your boss.”
“That bad?” Jace asked.
I nodded and wiped a tear from my face.
“Poor Kris did not deserve what I said that night. It was awful. I loved him. Not like I love you as we have history and family together. But back then, I loved him more than I ever had any other boy. And in minutes, just minutes, I lost him. I hurt him. Crushed him. And lost him forever.
“I’m not proud of what I did, Jace. I didn’t realize what I did until after. Lonie and I fucked all night. Kris watched for a while, and sometime in that first half-hour, he had all he could take. But, I think what hurt him the most was that he was aroused watching us and jerked off on the side.
“I didn’t care that he got off on it and tried to get him to join us. But he said no and kept jerking off. After a while, I forgot he was there and focused on the pleasure Lonie was giving me.
“Sometime later, we noticed that Kris had left. Lonie and I looked for him, but he disappeared. We returned to my room, but the mood was gone, and Lonie left. I had classes the next day, so I didn’t look for Kris until the afternoon. When I returned to my room, I found a note he had tossed under my door telling me it was over. That his reaction to what happened was a shock to him, and he was too ashamed to face Lonie or me and was leaving Hofstra University.
“It was near the end of the year, and he transferred out. I never learned where. That was it.”
“Alie, you were young, drunk, and high,” Jace said. “This is different.”
“So you listen to me, Jace Voight,” I said, locking his eyes to mine. “I have much more to lose this time. A marriage to a man I love and our family. Not to mention our home and everything we have fought so hard for. If we do this, you can’t be in the room. I can’t take the chance of how I will react and what you will do if you see it. Do you understand?”
Jace seemed shocked to the core by what I had confessed to him. Stunned, to say the least, by his expression.
“OK, Alie,” he replied. “I won’t stay.”
“Good,” I said. “It’s bad enough what I am about to do. And even with you not there, I don’t think it will be easy for you.”
“Probably not,” he replied. “Alie, are you sure you want to do this?”
I stopped to think then. How did I tell my husband that I was not just doing this because we needed this promotion and the financial security? That I was fascinated by the notion of being fucked by his boss. That it had been so long since I had… someone bigger. Was David really that big?
But Jace had to know from how I had reacted the last few months play-acting and fantasizing about David. He had to know. And lying to him would just make things worse.
“Jace, honey,” I said, facing him again after checking on the kids briefly. “I won’t lie to you. You know from our play-acting in bed and our talks that I find David attractive. So to tell you that I am not looking forward to this with him, I would be lying to you, and I can’t do that.”
“I know, Alie,” he said stoically. But I could tell he was putting on a front. “I knew you found him attractive the first time I saw you two together dancing. The way you were riveted to what he was saying. It won’t be easy on my end. But I have to suck it up and make it happen for the sake of our kids over there. So if you are willing to do your part, I will do mine.
“I’ll give him the proposal when we meet. He has to see me taking charge of this and show no regret or fear. He appreciates straightforwardness and determination. He is not the religious sort, so I don’t expect him to be shocked and toss us out. But we have to come off confident, willing, and discreet.”
“Trust me, Jace,” I replied. “The last thing I, I mean we, need is for this to get out.”
We stared into each other’s eyes then, weighing each other’s resolve. Neither of us wavered.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you too,” I replied. “Remember, if this happens as we hope, we have to insist on you getting the position and promotion. Do you think “he” will follow through?”
I was back to that for some reason, which I found silly.
“I meant David,” I corrected myself.
“Who else?” Jace said and looked unfocused as if he was thinking it over one last time. My name correction already forgotten. “He seems trustworthy. But we won’t know until the first time. And after.”
“You know him professionally,” I reminded Jace. “Do you think he will keep his promise? That is all I ask. If I am to do this, I need to know that much.”
“Alie,” Jace leaned in. “In this part, there is no guarantee until we talk to him. So I have to make it like a… now don’t take it the wrong way. But it has to be on his terms. A business proposition.”
“Business!” I asked incredulously.
“Yes, Alie, business. Something for something. It’s how his world, the world he and I are living in, functions. And take my word for it. After we pitch it to him, he WILL haggle. One time will not be enough. It will be but a sample.”
I had never thought of myself as a commodity. But in reality, like all women, I was. Oh, please don’t go all moral on me. We are all a commodity to someone. To our bosses as workers, to the stores we shop in as customers with cash, to our potential and eventually actual spouses, we are commodities with a price and expectation of return.
If anything, our most considerable worth is as spouses. Are we good-looking enough, so the babies are as well? Are we healthy for the same reason? Are we good in bed since we are locked with each other “for life” sexually? Are we good providers financially? Are we driven and aggressive enough?
People think marriage is just love. But, yeah, no marriage survives without it. That bond between two people is essential when things are not going well, and all that keeps them together is that love and faith in each other. But the other stuff is just as important. That may sound mercenary to some, but it is the reality of life.
To David, I would be the commodity he would receive in compensation for “him” giving my husband the promotion and new position. Not only did I have to come through as a worthy commodity, but I had to accept David’s terms. And there would be terms alright. Conditions that neither Jace nor I would know until we gave him our proposal, and “he” countered back.
“So this may become a regular thing,” I said, looking at my husband in the eye to weigh his response.
I saw him flinch, but he managed to keep his cool.
In that instant, I loved him more than I can ever express with words. What this man was willing to go through for the sake of Lanie and Jude was above and beyond.
In my mind’s eye, I imagined Jace at home while I met with David for sex, taking care of our children dutifully. Dealing with the pain of knowing where I was and what I would be doing with the man who was his boss. The man he had to work with all day, taking orders and even correction. All while knowing that David would take Jace’s wife at the end of the day and defile her for his personal pleasure.
No, mine would be but a simple job of trading sex for something. We women have been doing that since the beginning of time. It is our ultimate commodity and worth to men. David would never have my love, but he would take from Jace what had been his and his alone. And for the sake of our children’s future, my husband was willing to endure that pain and suffering that I probably would not.
Jace was a better person than I was.
***
Make a deal, deal…
We met with David that Friday. Jace had approached him and asked him if he would do us the honor of drinks at a local pub and dinner as well. David had smiled cautiously at Jace, probably thinking we were the typical couple working for him and wanted some ingratiation time with the boss. However, any doubts David exhibited had faded when Jace informed his boss that I would be attending.
I had not gone down the slut road when dressing for the event. Instead of low cut or short dresses, I had chosen a just above the knee, loose black skirt, black sandals, and a knit flower print blouse. I had it buttoned just so, to show some cleavage but not to expose the black lace bra underneath. That and the matching panties would come later. They were a leftover of days I used to shop at better stores and saved for special occasions like anniversaries and birthdays. But this time, it as well had to step up for the family effort.
Family. I’m sure some would wrinkle their nose at the mention of my husband and kids just as I was about to commit adultery for the sake of my husband’s promotion. But they were not in our position at the cusp of financial ruin. Under these circumstances, one considers drastic measures. Especially so, when they are about to lose their home and their children’s future. Which we were.
And so it was that I sat at a secluded table waiting for my husband and his boss to arrive. It was a half-round booth, so I sat strategically in the middle. As such, the men would have to sit one on each side of me. And then I spotted them and waved them over.
Fridays were casual days at work, and both men wore jeans and buttondown shirts with blazers. Both were looking handsome in their own way. Yet, here and in one place, were the two most important men in my life. My husband and father of my children and his boss. The man who, in a few minutes, would determine our future.
David and Jace smiled when they recognized me. The first politely eager, while the latter apprehensive but focused. Then, courteously, David shook my hand, looking into my eyes and further down. Waiting for his turn and observing the exchange, Jace gave me a slight kiss on the cheek, and they sat where I had planned. David would look at us both together from where he was. And I would be spared my husband’s glare when I discussed with his boss my upcoming offer of infidelity.
“Alison, you look as lovely as I remember,” David said, looking briefly at my cleavage. “Jace, you are a lucky man.”
“Yes, I am,” my husband replied. “And I never forget it.”
“That’s nice,” David replied as he opened his menu and browsed.
Drink and food orders were taken, and we settled back to chat. David asked us about our kids and what I did for a living, to which I replied that I was a homemaker until I found something in the workforce.
“Not easy these days,” David replied. “I hope things work out for you.”
He talked mainly to me and ignored Jace up to that point, but that changed quickly.
“Let’s cut to the chase, Jace. I’m assuming you need something from me, not just my witty company. Everyone needs something. So out with it.”
Jace leaned forward as he took a deep breath avoiding looking at me.
“Mr. Elliot, we have a proposition for you.”
David looked at Jace, then me, then back at my husband.
“Both of you?” he asked. “Well, that’s nice to see a couple thinking as a team. Do go on.”
“I won’t beat about the bush, Mr. Elliot. I want that position that has opened up: Operations Manager. I know I can do the job, and I have something to offer others are not.”
“And what would that be?” David said with curiosity, raising an eyebrow.
“Me,” I cut in.
David made a show of turning his body to face me.
“As charming as you may be, Mrs. Voight,” David was on business negotiation mode and using last names. “I don’t have a position for you, and you don’t work for us. So just what exactly are you offering?”
Thinking back on it, I believe David Elliot knew precisely what Jace and I were proposing. But he wanted to hear it from us and relish the moment. It’s not every day an employee offers their wife up for collateral for a promotion.
“Myself, to you… as a woman to a man,” I replied, looking at him directly before a slight smile on my face told him everything he needed to know about my intentions.
“I see,” he said, returning the smile and nodding. “And you Jace. Are you on board with this?”
“Yes, sir, I am,” I heard my husband reply. My husband’s voice would have sounded confident to anyone else, but I knew my Jace enough to notice the slight tremor in his response.
“Whose idea was this?” David asked.
“Jace’s,” I replied before Jace could say anything. “He is willing to do anything it takes for the position. And I back him one hundred percent.”
David nodded at Jace with a smile.
“That takes a lot of balls, Jace. To toss your wife in as a chip of this card game is above and beyond what I had expected of you. It shows commitment.”
Jace nodded. I could tell he was glad David had been impressed and not walked off. Then his boss turned to me.
“I actually do have a position open for you. But you will have to audition.”
“A position?”
“Yes, as my assistant,” he replied and wrote “mistress” on the napkin.
As soon as he knew we both saw it, he rolled it up and tossed it in his water glass to dissolve to shreds.
“I see,” I replied, realizing this would not be a one-time event.
Jace and I had expected this might happen, but it is one thing to contemplate something that might occur then facing the stark reality when it does.
“You didn’t think I would give your husband this promotion after you just gave me a small sample, did you?”
“What do you have in mind?” I asked, not breaking our eye contact.
“Your husband will be working his ass off for you, Alison. Every day, he will come to work and face me, knowing I have been with his wife. Done things to his wife, only he is supposed to do. That is a hard thing for a man to do, Alison.”
“Yes, it is, and I…” I tried to answer.
“You what?” David said. “You appreciate it?”
I nodded, afraid to say more.
“We’ll see,” he replied as he reached over and picked up the check. “You two can’t afford this… yet. Let’s go.”
My husband and I looked at each other anxiously as David walked to the front desk and paid the bill. Both of us were wondering what was to transpire next. After paying, Jace’s boss walked out, motioning us to follow. When we reached his car, he turned to face us.
“Do you see the Holiday Inn down the street? If you want your job Jace and the chance at promotion, be there in thirty minutes. Ask the front desk for my room and come up. If you are not there in thirty minutes, you are fired.”
We were both in shock at that.
“So you two took a chance to play the game of the big boys in Vegas. You laid your cards out, and now it’s time to show them. Now you can fold, but your job was one of those cards, Jace. There is no going back, kids. This is it, Alison. You are either in or out. It’s 5:29 pm. At 6 pm, you are either there or not. Chose wisely.”
And with that, he got in his SUV and drove down the street toward the hotel. We stood there, staring at each other. Then Jace reached for my hand.
“For Lanie and Jude,” he said, pulling me toward our car.
Less than fifteen minutes later, we had parked at the hotel, entered, and asked for David’s room at the front desk. Less than five minutes later, we were in front of Room 507, having our last second thoughts before we knocked and entered. Minutes later, My husband left, and I was alone with his boss David Elliot.
***
A new world
“I think that under that ladylike and chaste demeanor, you are a very naughty and nasty girl,” David had said after my husband closed the door.
My husband.
It was true what his boss had stated. But, while I had to face David, this time and probably again, my poor husband would have the worse of it. Jace would be doomed to waiting with the kids all night wondering what was happening with me… to me. And worse, what I was doing with another man. I did not understand it all yet, but my experience earlier in life with my ex-boyfriend Kris had been enough to give me more than just jitters.
In the days since my husband and I had agreed to cross this line, I had vacillated profusely. And every minute since I had debated if what we were about to do was worth our dignity and self-respect. No, my children were not at mortal risk as in the movie Sophie’s Choice. Still, uprooting them from their excellent school district and pleasant home would be traumatic.
Oh, yes. Kids adjust, some would say. The same people who think divorce is the answer to everything that goes wrong in a marriage. I had heard it before from both men and women who placed their egos and selfishness ahead of their children’s wellbeing. But I would not be one of them.
Yet, while our family was the leading cause, I can not deny that there was another reason I was willing to cross this line. Nor was I too dim to understand that Jace may have groomed me to be receptive. Yet the fact stood that I was sexually drawn to his boss. In the months since the time I met him, the play-acting and fantasizing had achieved their intended result. I was ready for and wanted this. Given a pass to have sex with another man by my husband, my wet pussy wanted and craved what was about to happen.
“I think that under that ladylike and chaste demeanor, you are a very naughty and nasty girl.”
It shocked me to hear it said out loud by anyone other than my husband. But the fact was that it was true. Deep down, I had always wanted to find a way to let loose and be my true self. To do dirty things. Naughty and nasty things, as David implied. And this was the time.
As David walked to me slowly, my eyes could not leave his; drawn to him like a magnet. If there was such a thing as seduction, it had happened long ago that night we danced. This was but the next step; the inevitable conclusion to the unavoidable.
I stood transfixed, wanting to… not knowing what. Run? No, that would be a lie. It was the last thing I wanted to do. That ship had sailed, as the saying goes. But I instinctively panicked and tried to move away.
David scoffed at my feeble attempt and pulled my body to him as if I was a rag-doll. His expression showed amusement and something else as I continued resisting. It was as if he had expected it and reveled in my discomfort. Yet, the more I struggled, and the more he snickered at my failure to free myself, the more aroused I became.
“Go ahead,” he said before his tone changed to something ominous. “Fight me. But if you scratch my face, I will make you regret it.”
I can’t explain why I kept resisting when I undoubtedly wanted to be there with him. Was it to wash away my guilt? Maybe a bit. But it was more than that as I would learn more about myself that evening. I didn’t just want sex with another man. I wanted him to force his will on me; I wanted David to conquer me.
And just as I expected my husband’s boss to toss me on the bed and ravish me, he did the unexpected. Removing his paws from around my body, he took my face in both hands while continuing our unbroken gaze. That simple act, as I felt his breath on my skin, calmed me, and I stopped my meager resistance.
I thought I had prepared myself to do many things for this man, but it was kissing that I had never considered. It was not a loving kiss that I share with my husband. There was no love at all in the way his lips and mine mashed and sucked together. Yes, sucked and opened, allowing our tongues to explore and engage in the erotic dance of lovers through the ages.
Without thinking, my arms raised to embrace his fit body under the cotton buttondown shirt. As we kissed, his new scent permeated my sense of smell. It was different yet enticing, like everything else about him. Different. The most descriptive word about being with another person. Sexually or otherwise.
His forceful and passionate kissing was but the beginning of our evening. Soon, his hands roamed all over me, touching my ass and eventually my breasts over my clothes.
“Have you been with another man since you married?”
The question surprised me.
“No, I don’t cheat on Jace,” I replied truthfully.
“And what do you think we are doing?”
“Jace knows what I am doing and approved. I’m no cheater.”
His fingers found the buttons of my blouse and undid the top one.
“You started cheating on him the day you and I met,” he said. “When your Jace took my wife home, you let me touch your ass without complaint.”
I tried to protest that his hands had barely touched the top curve of my behind, but he stopped me.
“Tell me, Alison,” he said while undoing another button. “How many times have you fantasized about us being together? Hm?”
My eyes betrayed me as I looked away. Damn him! He saw right through me. My guilt must have been evident in my reaction because he smiled and nodded as he reached for a lower button.
“I thought so. I could tell by the way you carried yourself at the pub.”
The man had accused me of infidelity as he undressed me, yet I did nothing to stop him.
“I didn’t…” I protested without much resolve.
Looking down, I could see my bra exposed as he reached for yet another button.
“Not by what you said,” he replied with a knowing tilt of his head forward. “But your eyes betrayed you. You faced away from your husband when you looked at me the way you leaned over the table. And you also showed me your tits.”
It was ironic. Because, when all the buttons on my blouse had been undone, I had run out of fight in me. Instead, I stood and watched as David pulled my blouse aside.
“We are going to have fun exploring that hidden side of you, Alison,” he said as his hand cupped and groped my breast over the bra.
I gasped, feeling him maul my tits one by one.
“They are nice and firm. And after two children, no less. I bet you didn’t breastfeed.”
I shook my head no in answer.
“Good for me,” he said as he pushed my bra over my breasts. “Hm, they feel good and firm.”
Now naked for him, he grasped and groped my tits one minute, then fondled them gently the next. His eyes feated on the breasts only my husband had seen and touched for years. Now they were David’s to enjoy. And strangely, I liked it.
“Nice nipples too. I love that rosy color and how hard they are.”
Without warning, David lowered his mouth and sucked on my left nipple. I gasped at the sensation as my body responded to his touch. But it was more than our physical contact that had me wet and willing.
Ever since that night I met him, I had been thinking of David in a way a married woman should not think of another man. I wondered how he would be in bed and how big his dick was. But, of course, I was soon to find out both as I was there to give myself to him. Yet the notion of me offered to a man in return for something financial was a turn-on that I had not expected.
With me being small at five feet one, David towered over me. He is at least six feet tall, maybe taller, I have never asked. But unlike my husband, who held me gently when we were intimate, his boss was more forceful. Taking what he wanted and lifting my body to him as he pleased. As his mouth and hands devoured and groped my sensitive tits, I realized the surprising thrill it gave me as he rubbed his bulge on my arching body.
“Make this good, Alison,” he said, standing up straight again, towering over me.
He did not have to say it, but we both knew that how I responded to his boss would decide everything, just as my absent husband did. At that moment, that instant, hour, and evening, my family’s life fortunes would be made or lost by me. Having placed myself there willingly, I had to rise to the moment.
“Undo my belt and pants,” he ordered, now secure in his ownership of me. “On your knees, Alison.”
I knelt in front of him, willing to do so without question. There had been no tendencies of submission by me to men in my past. Yet this man and his dynamic gaze made it seem the thing to do, something natural. But then the situation called for it. Had I not offered myself to him in return for my husband’s promotion? Had I not voluntarily rendered him the master of my family’s destiny? So it felt only fitting that I give to him all he asked… Correction! All he took from me. All I promised to surrender.
I didn’t think much of anything as I unbuckled his belt and opened his pants to let them drop. In fact, most of the thoughts I convey now, I did not have time to process and analyze back then. The decision to be intimate with a woman or man is made before it happens. And once taken, a person gives in to the moment.
It exactly what I did as I noticed the big bulge under David’s and focused on nothing but it. My hand reached out to caress it still covered.
“Go on, touch it,” he said, pinning me with that gaze again. “You are in for a surprise.”
When my hand touched that impressive bulge, I almost recoiled as it pulsed. It felt heavy and more prominent than I expected. Was it any wonder why my husband’s boss was so confident? I thought. My husband. Poor Jace was not small or even thin down there, but there was no way he could compete with David’s man-flesh.
“Your first new cock in years, Alison. Go ahead, take it out.”
Nothing prepared me for what I saw after I lowered his boxers. Letting go of his underwear, I gasped, placing my hands over my mouth.
“It’s so big!” I heard myself exclaim as David stood proud of his endowment in front of me.
It was almost hard, just under the ninety-degree mark away from his groin, and larger than any cock I had ever seen. Bigger than Lonie’s, from what I could remember. And the fact that it was cleanly shaved made it seem more substantial. And it was thick.
“Go ahead, touch it.”
As my left hand reached out, I noticed it had hardened fully, pointing up. I noticed that it had a slight curve upward and was an even thick girth from the head to the base. Ominous veins covered his shaft while his phallus was already leaking precum.
My hand opened to grasp his imposing manhood as I stared wide-eyed. It was silky smooth and yet solid and alive in my small hand. The gap between my fingers and thumb as I held it was telling. When I grasped my husband’s similarly, there was a half-inch gap in between my digits. With David, it was over an inch. How would I be able to…
“Put it in your mouth,” he ordered, reaching for both sides of my head over my hair. “You can admire it later.”
I barely had time to open my mouth before his spongy and thick head touched my lips. Precum smeared on them, giving me the urge to lick, but David had other plans for me.
“Open!”
And I did. Not realizing what I was in for.
David wasted no time pushing his man-flesh over my lips and tongue inside my mouth. I had to stretch my lips to accommodate him, thankful for my big mouth. Still, it seemed that I had to force my jaw open and form my lips over his thick shaft. Somewhere along the way, I managed to keep my teeth from biting him. How, I don’t know.
I didn’t suck my husband off as often I should. And my lack of practice showed. Not to mention that this new dick was wider than had ever graced my oral cavity, my reaction was typical: I gagged.
“You’ll get used to it; just take it, Alison. Yeah… suck it… that’s the girl.”
I think my eyes bulged as I near panicked that he would fuck my throat. But instead, David focused on force fucking my mouth with steady short thrusts. Then, firmly on the side of my head, he face-fucked me like a street whore. What I thought street whores did, having never turned a trick.
But then, what was I doing at that moment but turning the biggest trick, a whore can in her life? I had to accept and submit that from then on, I was David’s whore. His to have and use as he saw fit for his pleasure for a price.
Surrendering to the realization, I let him face fuck me and did my best to suck his cock and lick his underside with each stroke. Then, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I was shocked at the view. My hair was disheveled between his fingers and behind my back. I was topless with my blouse hanging from the waistband of my skirt that was riding up my legs. I could not look away.
David’s thrusting in my mouth and the state of my body are images vividly etched in my mind since then. I should have felt humiliated as this man, not my husband, used my mouth for his pleasure. I should have been shocked or demeaned to see it. Yet the more he thrust in my mouth and the more I stared at the images in the mirror, the more I was compelled to watch.
I was shocked back to reality when my husband’s boss held my head in place and shoved his cock toward my tonsils. I began to panic and thrash.
“Easy… easy,” he said, holding me in place. “This will work easier if you swallow when I place it by your throat.”
I tried to implore him with my eyes not to go further while my hands flailed to hold his arms then his thighs. But David was undeterred and intent on taking what he wanted.
“Go ahead,” he cajoled me. “Swallow as you do with food. It won’t choke you.”
I wanted to speak and beg for him not to go further. But all I managed was gurgling noises as his thick head forced its way just past my tonsils. I tried to do as David said but was not quick enough, as he pulled back just enough to give me a brief reprieve.
“One more time, swallow… take it.”
I tried to do as he said, but it took three times before my gullet relaxed enough to accept him. And then he was in!
“Yeah, Alison… take it. Swallow that big dick.”
I tried. I honestly wanted to take David’s thickness down my throat, but all I managed to do was gag over it. Still, he persisted, forcing it in my throat and retreating. It was not about him cumming in me, as I would later realize. Instead, my husband’s boss was training me. Not just physically but mentally to accept him as my control. To do as he asked and wanted.
When he pulled back into my mouth, I sucked wantonly, needing to show him my cooperation. I wanted to show him that I could be a good whore. His whore.
“You like that… didn’t you,” he said as I continued sucking his cock.
Letting go of my head, he allowed me to proceed on my own. He didn’t have to force me. As he stood still, I watched myself sucking his dick as if in an amateur porn video. Only I was the star and loved it. I cherished the sucking, the feel, and the shape of his cock in my mouth. But most of all, I relished seeing myself on my knees being a nasty slut for a man I barely knew. David had been so right about my nasty side and letting it out.
“Damn, you show promise, girl,” David said as he placed his hand on top of my head and pushed me back.
I knew he was strong, but not until he yanked me up and reached under my skirt did I realize how I was but a plaything for him. Just a fuck toy.
As he held me off my feet to his chest with one arm, the other reached under my skirt and ripped my panties down. While I wanted him to do just that, I resisted because I thought he wanted me to. It was futile no matter how I struggled. He laughed as he yanked my panties down past one leg and let them dangle above the knee of the other. The image of that in the mirror made me gush. Why was I enjoying seeing what we were doing? Should I not have been ashamed?
Then he got behind me, menacingly holding me to his front. His hard big cock trapped between us over my ass, touching the small of my back. The remaining slobber and gag from my mouth made me feel nastier as he reached up and mauled my raw tits. We had barely begun, yet I could see red marks on them from his hands. Seeing us in the mirror reflection, he snickered and chuckled.
“That’s an image you should remember, Alison,” he said as he tweaked my nipples steadily and stared into my eyes. “You’re mine now.”
As I stared at his hand on my tits and his piercing eyes staring at me, I knew he was right. The sensations of his thumbs and index fingers tweaking my raw nubs set me on fire.
“Pull your skirt up and spread your legs,” he hissed in my ear. “Do it!”
I never resisted or thought to do so anymore. My hands lowered to the hem of my skirt and raised it to expose my naked and totally shaved vulva.
“Spread and lift your legs, Alison!”
I stared in the mirror as this stranger who looked like me did just as my husband’s boss asked… Demanded… Ordered. In an obscene scene unfolding in front of me, he lowered one hand to grasp his majestic large cock and rubbed it over my glistening labia. My eyes focused on my splayed slit as his manhood wet itself with my juices. Mesmerized by the view and the sensations between my legs, I wondered if that was indeed me. But it was. Just a different version of me that David had brought out.
Holding me to his abs with one hand, David stared at me one last time, smirked, and placed his thick phallus in my entrance.
“You have wanted this, haven’t you?”
I stared at our image in the mirror, not wanting to admit what he had said earlier. That I was deep down a nasty and slutty woman. That I had wanted this to happen and fantasized about it. Which I had… with my husband, about his boss!
As David sawed his cock slowly into my hole to open me up, I lost all self-control, propriety, social decency, or self-respect. Gasping, I struggled one last time in futility. Something that made David smirk again.
“You’re not going anywhere, little one,” he said as he held me up, so our connecting genitals were visible to us both in the mirror. “This has been a long time coming.”
And with one thrust, he impaled me on his stiff shaft splitting me open for him.
My eyes rolled back at first. Then, when I managed to see us in the mirror again, My mouth was silently open as I fought to catch my breath. My pussy was on fire and so wet. I never had… ever felt so full. Even with all that cunt froth around him, David’s cock felt like a log.
I stared at his thick shaft protruding from between my wet gap covered in white slime, mesmerized by the image and sensation. Each time he pulled out, my cunt lips held on to him, and when he plunged back inside me, they disappeared from view. How had he gotten that massive thing in me? And there was more of it to go. It was splitting me open, and I could not believe the sensation. It was like a rebirth.
“Yeah, Alison. Take that dick… take more,” he said as he began to thrust with slow short jabs in me.
I was gasping and squealing by then, not being able to form words or even breath properly. And still, I stared at “him” fucking me. Us fucking more like it. Because I was a willing participant. Not a victim. Just his to use. And just then, being used felt good… fantastic… right!
“Muogh!” I managed to grunt as he fed more and more of him in me.
“Yeah,” he snickered. “Take that dick… take more.”
He was now deep inside me, hitting some flesh barrier I imagined to be the back end of my cunt. Cunt. Cunt! Yes… my cunt. My juicy, spread wide, full of cock cunt. I reveled in the notion of it. The image of him hammering me and trying to go deeper. Could my insides give in to him? Could I take all he had?
“God! Oh, God!” I heard myself wail. “It’s so fucken big!”
He tilted his head and smirked yet once more, probably getting off on my saying so. Since then, I have wondered what an ego trip must be having a large cock. Not just a larger than average. That’s like seven inches, to eight at best. I’m talking nine inches and above. And thick to boot. The kind of dick that makes women who never had one squeal.
I never realized how good it felt until that tingling, far away sensation approached. I saw my eyes flutter in the mirror and my face contort.
‘I’m… augh! Augh…”
I gasped as my body spasmed, and my cunt contracted from a type of orgasm I had never had. Not even on Lonie’s cock back in the day. As I yelped and shuttered, David held me and nodded in appreciation of the moment. He had made me cum on his dick from his fucking, and he knew it. Reveled in it. Because as he kept fucking me… shoving all of him in me, David knew… he owned me.
***
I lost track of time how many times I came from him fucking me that afternoon. Not just with him behind me, but on my knees, on my back, side, and prone as he rode me from behind with pillows under my thighs. I remember glimpses of what he did to me in the mirror when I could. Somehow, those images made the fucking hotter and nastier.
That was not Jace’s Alie anymore. This was Alison, the private slut and latent voyeur. Something I had not expected of myself. Jace and I had watched porn together that got me hot. And I had been near addicted to it when alone. But nothing like watching myself live in action.
But that was something to contemplate later. For the moment, I had to deal with my time with David that dragged into the evening.
The best time was when we last fucked with me on my back and him on top. It was a perfect way to cap our first time. By then, my pussy and I were addicted to that big dick. As I spread my legs wide for him, pulling my knees up, he fed me inch by inch of his superb manhood. David had cum earlier once, but I had lost count of how many.
While he fucked me deep and deliberately, this time, David leaned down to kiss me. Again, my body had never felt so alive and aroused. His cock would bottom out, and with a slow thrust, he would push in my depths, rubbing on my g-spot and cervix along the way. As he pushed in me deep, I realized how my body must be built to take a long cock. Some women I had talked to could not; David’s wife Vera for one.
He rocked my world to two more orgasms before I felt him pick up speed and raise his head away from mine. I could tell he was close and hoped he would give me one last orgasm before he finished. After fucking me for three hours straight, I thought he would be wiped after he came. Twisting my hips and spreading as wide as I could, I offered my body to him. For good measure, I rubbed my clit with one hand, and it was a race to the finish for us both.
I think he started to cum first, but as he grunted and I rubbed my clit in circles, I had my last cum for the evening and gasped as he groaned, shooting his man juice in me. When he was done, I was dripping cum from my sore and used cunt. My cunt. I used to hate that word. Now I reveled in thinking of it as my cunt. So much had happened to me that night that it took me days to recover. Physically and mentally. Yet there was no denying it. I was a different woman since I had met David.
As we lay next to one another, I turned to my side toward him and reached for his cock. The last time he had made me clean him off with my mouth, and I am a fast learner. So after I sucked him dry, he pulled me up to lay next to him.
“Did I pass my audition?” I asked.
To someone else and David as well, it would have sounded like snarkiness. But I was serious. What I did for him was the payment for my husband’s promotion. There was no room for failure.
“Yeah,” he replied. “You did well… for a beginner.”
I had been married for years and fucking for more than that. Yet to David, I was a beginner, a novice. Then feeling the soreness on my entire groin, I realized that in his world, I was indeed a newbie.
“What happens next?” I asked.
“Well, I take you home where you have to deal with your husband and what we did.”
I was quiet thinking of what he had decided to do with my husband and his promotion. Did Jace have the job based on my performance? Or not?
“What about Jace?” I asked apprehensively.
“Well, he has been dealing with you being here fucking another man. You are going to have your work cut out for you when you get home, Alison.”
I tried not to think of the guilt and self-loathing for the moment. I had thought I had resolved all that before coming here. Yet some lingered. Something I had to deal with later. There was something more important to tend to just then.
“That’s not what I meant, David,” I replied, still anxious at the possibilities and if I succeeded or failed. “I meant the promotion…”
David chuckled then and turned to me. I held my breath.
***
End of part one.
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Will David follow through?
Will Alison be able to face her husband?
Will Jace be able to deal knowing his wife had been with another man?
And what about Vera?
Stay tuned for the next chapter of…
“My husband’s boss 02”
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My characters are often flawed, and like real life, my stories are a shitshow, like life.
Warning to all.
1. The M/C is a woman. Don’t freak out… deep breaths. We can get through this.
2. This story is about a non-conventional marriage with extramarital sex.
3. You need to read part one for this part and others to make sense.
4. This is a multipart story. Still in progress
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Previously on My Husband’s Boss 01
“What happens next?” I asked.
“Well, I take you home where you have to deal with your husband and what we did.”
I was quiet thinking of what he had decided to do with my husband and his promotion. Did Jace have the job based on my performance? Or not?
“What about Jace?” I asked apprehensively.
“Well, he has been dealing with you being here fucking another man. You are going to have your work cut out for you when you get home, Alison.”
I tried not to think of the guilt and self-loathing for the moment. I had thought I had resolved all that before coming here. Yet some lingered. Something I had to deal with later. There was something more important to tend to just then.
“That’s not what I meant, David,” I replied, still anxious at the possibilities and if I succeeded or failed. “I meant the promotion…”
David chuckled then and turned to me. I held my breath.
***
Learning…
Jace was in the master bedroom shower. The water running was clearly audible from inside the cracked door. But it sounded constant as if no one was under the water stream at all. Curiously, I walked to the door and pushed it open.
Jace was sitting on the toilet seat with the lid down, staring at the wall. It was then I noticed that my husband was sporting a hard erection that he had wrapped with his fingers and was slowly jerking. I thought of walking in; instead, I found myself frozen in place behind the cracked bathroom door.
Once again, I was drawn to watching someone, although alone, having sex. Never having seen my husband masturbate alone, I was fascinated and strangely aroused by it. All this talk of me with another man had gotten to Jace. And why would it not? Our entire situation was what porn stories are made of. Only for us, it was real.
His eyes seemed glazed as his hand moved up and down repeatedly. What is he thinking? I thought. Was it a fantasy of me with David? Of me with someone else? Whatever it was certainly had my husband in another universe. And I… kept staring!
First was my porn watching addiction. Then watching myself have sex with my husband’s boss in the mirror. Instead of watching his body directly, I had chosen to see our sex acts reflected feet from us. At first, I had thought it was a coping mechanism. ‘I’m not really letting my husband’s boss fuck me. It’s just a reflection. Someone else who looks like me is doing “That.” Right?’
But this! Standing there watching my naked husband play with himself while my finger was under my tights… Wait! When did I start doing that? ‘Oh fuck, my clit is on fire.’ I thought as I bowed my legs and kept rubbing my clit.
Why was I so aroused after I had just spent three hours fucking my husband’s boss? I should have been sated and ready for sleep. My pussy was still sore from the stretching and pounding from earlier. Yet here I was, gasping for breath close to an orgasm as my other hand tweaked my nipple! And the while, staring at my husband’s hand that was now a blur stroking faster.
And then, without warning, I saw him tense his legs and heard him groan as shots of his cum squirted in the air before hitting the floor. It was so erotic that I rubbed faster, getting closer myself.
I was so close to cuming that I stopped thinking of what I was doing and how close my husband was to discovering me. Or was I just enjoying the danger of discovery? But one thing I was sure of by this point. I loved watching people have sex. And that meant only one thing. That I was a voyeur!
The new possition
“Alison, I will still have to have a trial period with your husband in the new position. I think he can probably do it. But you never know sometimes with people in certain situations. They either shine or crash. So your hubby will have to produce in the coming weeks.”
“So, he got the job? I mean, you are going to give him a shot at it? Realy?” I was as giddy as a schoolgirl.
“Alison, I knew I was going to give him a shot at it as soon as he left this room earlier.”
“You did?”
“Any man who is willing to go as far as your husband did for the position deserves a chance. In my book anyway.”
Overcome with emotions, I started to cry uncontrollably from joy and relief. David smiled and took me in his arms. For some reason, with the sex out of the way and discussing non-sex stuff, I found myself uncomfortable in his embrace just then.
While David was an attractive man and a fantastic lover, I was not in love with him or remotely emotionally attached. To me, what we had done was… business. And lovingly southing me was not David’s job, but Jace’s. It was my husband I longed for to comfort me, hold me, and celebrate with me. Not his boss.
Well… celebrate may not be the correct way to describe it. David was correct. I had to deal with how Jace took my being with his boss while he was alone.
“Can we shake on that?” I asked, stretching my small hand to David.
He stared at me for a few seconds, then took my hand and shook it.
“I value people who still believe in the worth of a handshake, Mrs. Voight. Yes, we have a deal. A preliminary one, but a deal we have. Now let’s take a shower and discuss the terms. Shall we?”
I nodded and smiled at him as my lip quivered.
“Alison,” he said as he stood before heading to the shower. “I know this could not have been an easy thing for you to do. Not easy to have to face your husband and yourself after. But step one is over. You got past it, and to be honest, I think you liked what we did.
“Now, how about a quick shower?”
I nodded, looking down for a second before looking back shyly. A silly thing to do after what Dave and I had done together. All the sex and positions. How I had given myself to him as if he owned me. But yet he had. It was the price of my husband’s promotion we had offered to my husband’s boss. My new lover.
***
David and I talked while we showered about the conditions and what was to come. Then we got dressed, and he called Jace.
“Jace… yes, it’s David… yes, she is fine… look, I don’t want to drop Alison off in front of your house and have her seen with a strange man. I don’t want trouble for you two… OK, Jace… sure, I’ll wait until you get there… we’ll wait for you at the mall lot by Nordstrom’s… right… no problem… we’ll leave now and wait for you… I understand… Oh and Jace… come Monday, come by my office first. I’ll get you sorted out, and you can start your new job… you’re welcome, Jace… make sure you thank Alison. And Jace… be nice to her. It’s part of the job description. Got it?”
He turned to look at me and smiled.
“OK, Jace,” Dave continued. “Go get the kids ready, and we’ll meet you by the mall… catch you then… bye.”
I lost it then. With my lips trembling and tears running down my make up free face, I ran to hug David. The way he showed concern for our family reputation and my husband, I knew he would keep his promise.
“Thank you,” I mumbled, crying in his arms.
He patted me on the shoulder and gave me a tissue to wipe my eyes.
“Let’s get going. Your hubby is bringing the kids in the car. Can’t have their mom crying.”
It was so surreal after all that David and I had done in that hotel room. But for now, it was time for me to be Mrs. Alie Voight again.
***
Aftermath
Jace was waiting for me by Nordstroms as David had instructed him. I had hoped we were there first so he would not think I made him wait as I had more sex with David. But I stopped myself… I didn’t know what to think. How is someone “supposed to think” after having sex with their husband’s boss. To get their husband promoted in return, no less.
Pulling up behind Jace, David smiled and nodded toward my family car.
“Go on,” he said with a look of reassurance. “You’ve got this.”
“I hope so,” I said, opening the door. “Promise me you will be fair to him, and I will do my part, David. Promise?”
The “him” in question this time was my husband, Jace. Was I pushing David at the moment? Maybe. But I had gotten the feeling that my husband’s boss was not vindictive or spiteful. So, trusting my instincts, I asked a question that he could have easily lied to. A question to which answer I would not know until Jace went to work Monday.
“If you follow our agreement, so will I,” he replied. “Now go.”
And go, I did, not looking back as I heard David’s SUV drive off. Hesitating briefly before opening the passenger door, I took a deep breath. Walking to our car was the first moment I had alone to reflect on what I had done. And it was overwhelming.
All kinds of questions ran through my head as my hand reached for the door handle. Would my husband still love me? Would he still want to touch me? Did Jace still want me as his wife?
One thing was certain. Our marriage was no longer what it had been. There was no going back. Only forward. What happened tonight was something we either dealt with, or it would end us.
Just then, Jude noticed me from her car seat and smiled, waving. I could barely hear her yell from inside the car window.
“Mommy!”
As I smiled back, I realized that no matter what, I had to deal with this situation for the kids’ sake, if nothing else. So it was time to put my big girl pants on and face the music. So, with new resolve, I opened the car door to the sounds of our children, Jude and Lanie.
“Mommy, mommy!” from Jude and “We’re hungry!” from Lanie. Elaine, our oldest.
The urge to reach over to touch each of them was strong. And probably a guilty need to avoid looking into my husband’s eyes. That we had agreed to the plan seemed a distant memory now that we had carried it out. But one could not escape the inevitable.
“I promised them we would go get something to eat,” Jace said, looking at me pensively. “I-hop?”
“YAH!” the girls cheered.
With us always short on cash, it had been some time since we took them there. Yet somehow, it seemed the thing to do. To… celebrate Jace’s new promotion.
“Buckle in,” Jace said as he drove off slowly.
‘Oh, the poor man,’ I thought. What had he endured while I was away enjoying the pleasures of another man? How had my husband copped with it? I so wanted to hold him and find comfort in his arms. If he still wanted me.
Slowly, I extended my left hand to touch his thigh as he drove. But Jace just stared ahead, not responding at first. Then, just as I thought my touch repulsed him, my husband lowered his right hand to rest it on top of mine.
“I love you, Jace,” I mumbled pensively, feeling a tear form in my eye.
He just nodded with a pained and sad expression. Jace’s hand trembled over mine before he removed it to drive.
“I love you too,” he replied as his voice broke, and he continued to drive. “We’ll talk later.”
“Anything you want,” I replied as my hand rubbed his thigh over and over.
He chuckled then, surprising me.
“Alie, you’re going to make me hard, and we are almost there.”
Alie! He had called me Alie! No one but Jace called me that. I was Alison to everyone else. But Alie to him… his loving name to me.
“Oh, Jace!” I gasped in relief. “You still want me?”
He answered me by grabbing my hand off his thigh and moving it to his groin. Oh, God! My husband was hard as a rock. I barely had time to stroke his bulge when he pushed my hand back and focused on driving into the i-hop parking lot.
My heart went out to Jace. He was under so much pressure. Much more so than I. Not only could Jace not provide for us as he thought he had to as a man, but he had to endure giving his wife to his boss to use for a promotion we desperately needed. Furthermore, the fact that my husband was becoming aroused from thoughts of David and me having sex had been troubling to us recently.
Up to that afternoon, Jace had only gotten hard at the “thought” of me with his boss. But as we both realized afterward, Jace was becoming aroused, knowing it had happened. So while one can reject the tag when the husband does not know or approve of his wife being with another man, Jace had condoned it. And the ultimate insult to his manhood was the realization that he was also aroused by it. I wondered then how Jace would handle that? How would I?
“You get the kids out while I try to calm down,” he said, holding the steering wheel with both hands tightly and eyes closed.
“OK,” I managed to blurt out before reaching over to kiss him on the cheek.
***
By the time we returned from the restaurant, our kids were tired and ready for bed. Just as we had done in front of the girls at I-hop, we hardly talked about anything but ordinary family things as we got them ready. Both had been excited about having gone to I-hop earlier. Something we no longer could afford to this point.
I got emotional thinking how low we had suck financially that we could take our children to such a simple and previously inexpensive outing. Maybe now we could… I sobbed as I stood outside our daughter’s bedroom, waiting for my husband to turn off the light. And still, I could not face him after what I had done.
Instead of going to bed as was our usual routine, I went to the kitchen and found the hidden bottle of cheap vodka in the cupboard. I mixed more alcohol in my glass than orange juice before downing it. But not fast enough before my husband saw me.
Jace’s eyes went from the glass to the bottle then to me.
“I think I need some too,” he mumbled as not to disturb the girls and reached for another glass.
When I offered him my glass, he stared at me for a long second before taking it and refilling it. Then, he downed it in one shot and stared at the bottle as if debating drinking more. Yet he didn’t and just stared at the cabinets before him.
I reached out to him, but he raised his hand in a gesture for me to stop. Yet, it was his expression that said it all. Jace was in turmoil with what we had done, more so what he had let me.
“I failed us, didn’t I?” he finally uttered.
“No, Jace,” I said, this time pushing his hand aside to place my arms around him. “I’m the one who lost my job. Maybe if I had worked harder…”
“It’s this fucken recession, Alie. They are downsizing everywhere. Every company. It wasn’t your fault.”
Instead of talking about what we had done, we were rehashing what had led us to it. Why? Because neither of us wanted to be the first to speak of what happened. As if saying and hearing it somehow made it real. But we knew we had to. That conversation was inevitable.
“You impressed him,” I said, breaking the silence.
Jace scoffed.
“If anyone did the impressing, it was…” he stopped before saying what I had expected him to: That it was me. Instead, all he added was, “Not me, Alice.”
The early euphoria in the car when I had touched my husband’s erection was gone as we both dealt with the consequences of what we had done.
Jace that he was a husband who pimped his wife for a promotion. While I had become the family whore. We did not have to say it for it to hurt. But it was true.
After the act, all the preparation and discussion before seemed for naught in preparing us emotionally. We were crashing emotionally; Jace more than me. For some reason, focusing on him and his mental state distracted me from my own self-reckoning.
“Your boss said that he knew you would get a shot at the job just by showing up at the hotel and leaving me there. He thinks you showed incredible courage and drive.”
Jace shook his head as he closed his eyes, obviously not agreeing with the assessment.
“I gave my wife to him… for a promotion,” Jace said, full of regret and embarrassment. “What does that say about me, Alice?”
“No, Jace. It’s not your fault I got fired. It was mine.”
But he still stood there rocking back and forth, clearly ashamed.
“We’ve gone over it before,” I said, embellishing to ease his suffering. “I used to go in to work late thinking I was essential and would not be let go.”
“There were times you took the kids to school…” he tried to make excuses for me.
“No, Jace,” I cut in. “I… I had developed lousy work habits. I was going in late and taking long lunches with the girls from work. Not to mention taking unplanned days off.”
“Days off? I don’t remember you saying anything about that. Why?”
He didn’t remember because it had not happened. When I was let go, I had forty-two vacation days they had to compensate me for as I hardly missed going in. But I could not stand to see my Jake suffering the notion of failing to be the provider of his family.
“I… I’m sorry, Jake, but I took a day off here and there to decompress from the stress of kids and work. I would get overwhelmed and just not go in, calling in sick.”
“That’s not a reason to fire you, Alison. People do that all the time.”
“It was in the end when they had to cut the fat, which means people they had to get rid of. At that point, they used anything to make the final decision. Jace, you did your part and kept your job. I was the fuck up. It’s why I had to step up this time. I felt guilty.”
I thought I had reached him. But my husband is not stupid. He knew I was giving him an out.
“I appreciate you taking the blame when you don’t have to, Alison. But since we are confessing, I might as well come clean.”
“Why, Jace? What did you do that we did not do together.”
That sounded stupid right there. Jace had not sucked David’s cock, or let his boss fuck him… repeatedly. No. That had been my doing.
“It started that night. At the dance.”
“I know,” I replied, remembering all too well how my physical attraction for his boss had begun all too well. “I…”
“No, not you. Although that fed into my sexual notions,” Jace hesitated for a second before continuing, “…but it was taking Vera home that started this… everything.”
I looked at him, slightly confused and definitely curious.
“When she cried and told me what their problem was. That David’s cock was too big for her… I thought of you and him back at the dance. I wondered what it would be like to see you together.”
“Jace, honey, I think I know all that. Remember all the times we talked about it?”
He nodded and then turned to me with a guilty look.
“It started like that. Just fantasies of you with another man. But there was more. As our money problems intensified, I… I thought that we could… we could do what we did today. And I kept it up with you to keep you interested.”
His confession was, but a confirmation of what I had thought happened. Now, another woman may have been upset at her husband, even irate, for orchestrating such a thing. But I had my suspicions earlier, so Jace’s confession did not shock me. It was but a confirmation.
“Hun,” I said, pulling him to me. “You were not alone in this. Remember when we first started our fantasy talks? All the stuff we came up with with you and Vera and me and David?”
“Yeah,” he nodded sheepishly.
“Do you remember me ever admonishing you for your thoughts?”
“No.”
“Do you know why?”
“I thought at first you were just humoring me. I know you love me… do you still?”
I kissed him… again, and then again, melting into his arms.