30 Days: Nov. 18th

The next day Sarah meets me at the front door already dressed and ready to go out. She looked absolutely radiant in her yellow dress. The moment my lunch kit was on the ground she slips into my arms and we share a long, tender kiss. After a long week behind the wheel there was nothing finer to come home to than Sarah’s warm embrace.

Our kiss parts and we gaze into each other’s eyes.

“How you doin baby?” She asks me with the voice of an angel. “You look tired.”

“I’m okay.” Comes my too automatic reply. “You?”

“Missing you.” She sighs. “But I’m okay too. I am very okay.”

“That’s…good.”

“Mmm.” Her small hands rub up and down my sides. “Are we still going out tonight? I’d like to.”

“Yeah.”

“I can’t wait.”

“It’s early.” I look down at her pretty dress then back into her face and whisper the question that had been plaguing me since I entered and saw her looking so radiant. “Going on an errand?”

There is a long moment of silence as the question behind the question and all of the tension and ramifications that came with it hangs heavy in the air. After last Saturday both of us now knew damn well what ‘errand’ was code for. While she does blush her reaction is far more muted then when I’d verbally alluded to her challenges in the past. If anything, with my clammy hands and drumming heart, I was the one more affected by it. It hits me that in a peculiar reversal it was suddenly me who needed the protective barrier of silence. It was me hiding behind the letters now. My husband’s pride would not be able to cope with plain truths being brought out into the light. What a difference one week could make!

Surprisingly calm she gives me the purest of smiles. “If that’s okay.”

“Okay with me?”

“To honor and obey. I’m a good wife.” She says as she presses against me. “May I go?”

“You…don’t need my permission to go out.”

“I know.” Her smile grows. “But I want it.”

Another long silence. “Do you…want to go out?”

“Mmm.” She ponders a moment. “Yes. I think I do.”

“You think you do?”

Stretching up she kisses me again. “With permission.” Gazing into my eyes once more she asks again with disarming sweetness. “May I go, Papa Bear?”

A thousand different responses whiz through my head, the vast majority of them being some form of ‘Hell no!’. Yet they were being drowned out by a singular reply reverberating up from my groin. Until now I had allowed Sarah to bear the full weight and responsibility of her actions but in this moment she was giving me no escape and nowhere to hide. She saw this challenge as ours, not just hers, and today, for whatever reason, she needed my blessing. Wide-eyed, smiling, and completely naive as to what she was putting me through my wife awaits my response.

“Of course.” I hear my own voice answer.

“Thank you.” She takes in a deep breath and slowly lets it out. “I love you, David.”

“I love you too.” I say back with my whole heart.

Another long gaze, another soft kiss, and then…a giggle. A happy, bubbly giggle!

“David!” She titters as wiggles her soft body against me. It take me a second to realize that what she was doing was rubbing against my boner that had just pressed into her. “Behave!” She gives me a playful swat. “It’s still November!”

With that she slips from my arms and grabs her purse. “Supper’s in the oven.” She says. “Get a nap in. I don’t want you falling asleep on our night out.” She laughs. “I should be back by the time you’re awake.”

With a smile and a swish of her yellow dress…she is gone. I stand there frozen, trapped in ice both physically and mentally. No thoughts, no movement, only listening. I hear her car start then recede into the distance. The moment it fades completely my red hot jealousy burns the ice into steam and I am on the search for my letter.

This time instead of my name on the envelope the words ‘Read Now!’ are emblazoned across it in red ink.

***

Dear David,

Saturday at last. Finally we get an evening together. You can’t know how much I wait for these Saturdays.

Yesterday was a big one. A major hurtle in my challenges. I don’t know how, but I did it!

It started with Richard dropping off his boy. When he left I followed him out to the car to scold him for leaving me hanging the night before. He laughed and teased me but said that he’d make up for it that night. He wouldn’t tell me how he simply said to be ready to go out after you left for work.

Fast forward to the evening and I am kissing you goodbye then right into getting dressed for a night out. I decided on that nice white and green skirt and top combo that you like so much. I figured that if you liked it other guys probably would as well. Nervous as could be but looking as best I could I was soon on my way. We met in a lot near that little cafe we had coffee at last Saturday. We met between our cars. He was looking extra handsome in his casual yet posh attire. I could tell right away we were going somewhere nice. Of course, with Richard it wouldn’t be any other way.

He opens the door for me and in his car he takes me to this really swank basement jazz bar. It was all wood and leather and dark corners, like something out of a movie. In the center of the room was a piano player and really pretty jazz singer. He had reservations and we end up seated in this discreet circular corner booth. We slide around to the deepest bit so that we could watch the singer sing and the rest of the bar go about its business. We sat and watched and listened. The music wasn’t to my taste, I like our kind of music, but it was perfect for the evening. It was all so nice.

I won’t bore you with the details of the meal or what we talked about. Onto the challenge!

Tucked away in our little corner booth allowed all sort of things to happen behind that tablecloth. When the subject inevitably got around to what had happened over the phone the night before he said something to the effect of, ‘a real man always finishes the job’. And that’s when he stuck his hand down my panties. It didn’t just happen like that, there was a whole nervous build up, but in the end that is where his hand ended up. Right there in the bar! He told me he was going to do it and I even dared him to, but still! I couldn’t believe he actually did it! Right there in public!

So I was on his left and he had slipped his arm behind mind then very adroitly he wormed his fingers under the waistband of my skirt and panties. Anyone glancing our way would have thought that his other arm was behind my back or around my shoulders. With the table in front of us nobody could see a thing about what was really happening. They would have just thought we were just another couple enjoying the jazz and the ambiance. He was very smooth about it. I suspect that I wasn’t the first girl he’d done it with. He he he!

It was SO hard for me to sit there and pretend to be watching the singer while under the table Richard’s fingers played my pussy as well as that piano player was tickling the ivories. This might sound silly, but he really knew how to touch a pussy! You wouldn’t think there’s much to it but I tell you, Richard had ‘the touch’. I’ve always loved your hands on me, David, but Richard had this way. He even touched me even better than I could myself! The things that man did to my clit, wow! He knew when to tickle, when to tap, when to rub hard, when to ease off, and when to slip a finger inside. He was a magician with that strong middle finger of his.

I tried to stroke him back. I rubbed his erection through his trousers for awhile but what he was doing to me with his fingers…I just couldn’t concentrate! Eventually I just had to surrender and let him do his thing. And boy did he do it. My face must have been as pink as the flowers on the table as I sat there desperately trying not to show any signs of pleasure. Under his breath he would whisper to me, telling me how sexy and beautiful I was and telling me how good my wetness felt on his finger, it was the phone sex all over again but this time he was there. Seeing all those people around me while my pussy just kept feeling better and better…oh my goodness. I had such an orgasm! My legs clamped around his hand I sat there trembling and trying to hold in my noises as he rubbed an incredible climax out of me. A peep did sneak out but thank goodness nobody noticed.

After that he wanted to get away so we could be in private. I knew what he was after and I confess I kind of wanted it too. But you know what? This time it was me who left him hanging. Ha ha ha! I’d done my challenge for the day and that was good for me. Besides, I didn’t want him to think that I was easy! Ha ha ha! But I told him that tomorrow might be a different story. Get it? Story? Because I alway write down what happens? It was a private joke for me. Well I thought it was funny. It was also funny watching him walk out of there with a hard on. Despite his arousal he dropped me back off at my car just like I asked him to, like a perfect gentleman. Though he did make me promise to meet him for breakfast again.

David. If you are reading this when you ought to be then I am on my way to see Richard right now. I know you said that I had no restraints and that you wanted me to sleep with other men to get experience, but if you are having any doubts at all now is the time. Right now! I will leave my ringer on for an hour after leaving the house. After that I’ll turn it down as I don’t want any calls to interrupt whatever is happening this morning. I’ll shoot you a text when I’m going silent.

I talked with Richard about this a little. He says that he and I are the perfect ‘friends with benefits’. I want to learn and he wants to teach. He wants things to stay quiet about what we’re doing and so do I. We’re both happily married. He says that his wife understands that he fools around sometimes and my husband actually encourages it. Everybody involved is a mature and consenting adult. It’s perfect.

Yesterday was a big step, but I think today will be THE big step. I am so nervous yet so excited. It feels like our wedding night again when I didn’t even know what sex would feel like. I think Richard is going to be a really good lover, although I honestly don’t know if I’ll be able to perform for a man who isn’t you. Between you and me, I think might chicken out at the last second. A finger is one thing but this? Well, I guess we’ll see what happens. But don’t be too surprised if you see me home early.

Oh God! I hear your truck pulling up! Gah! It’s almost time! Wish me luck!

Love you, love you, love you, a million times….I LOVE YOU!

Your VERY nervous wife,

Sarah

***

Besides the jealous lust burning in my loins I am otherwise numb to the world as I stare at the letter.

Damn it. She simply refused to make this easy for me. She was forcing me both to confront the uncomfortable passions inside of me and consent to my secret fantasy in becoming a reality. With loving brutality Sarah had torn away all of the layers of denial that hid the terrible truth. The truth that in some deep and twisted way…some part of me wanted this to happen. All of my dithering and delaying had been a self deception as I quietly hoped that my fantasy would come true on its own. At least then I could have rationalized what happened by putting all of the control in her hands and hold onto a shred of dignity by playing the innocent victim in all of this. But nope. Good wife that she was Sarah would not allow me to shirk my part so easily. And bless her heart for doing it. How badly would that comfortable lie have festered had she allowed me to take the cowards way? That path looked bleak indeed. The truth was alway better.

Better, but god damned difficult. Denial denied I had a choice to make and I had less than an hour to make it.

Lost in thought I shuffle around in my Saturday morning routine like a zombie. I sit quietly and eat the scrumptious casserole Sarah that had made for me while a battle raged inside of me. Everything I knew about being a real man and a good husband was crying out for me to stop the madness before the line was crossed. Sarah had been an innocent virgin when I met her. Her innocence had been tarnished yet still in a carnal way she was mine and mine alone. I couldn’t sit idle as another man tasted that sweet fruit. Could I? Emotionally and intellectually I knew what must be done. The events of today would last a lifetime. Could I live with that simply for a passing fetish?

My food eaten I sit and I struggle. Following the well worn groove of routine I rise and shuffle up to the room then into the washroom where I undress and step into the shower. As the steamy water cascades down over me I soap my body and continue my inner fight between lust and . I wouldn’t be able to think straight until one of those voices were silenced.

Grabbing my rock hard cock I start to pump. Wanting it to be quick I give into the very kink I was trying to resist and picture my wife in the arms of handsome, wealthy, older man. I could see her so clearly, her face flush with passion as her naked body is ravished. I could hear her as she cried out another’s name. I could smell her sweat and cunt as she came for another man. God, how I wanted her. How I needed her! How I couldn’t live until I had her again!

“Hmmmmngh!” I groan as I blast my wad against the wall of the shower.

And then, for one brief merciful moment, peace…clarity…calm.

Bling!

My head snaps to look at my pants where they lay crumpled on the ground. Without bothering to shut the water off I leap from the shower, nearly breaking my neck in the process, and scramble for my phone that was still in one of the pant pockets. Dripping all over the bathroom floor I kneel hunched over the screen as I call up my text messages. It couldn’t have been an hour already! It couldn’t have! But it had. And hour and ten minutes to be exact.

The text was from Sarah. It was just three letters, ‘ILY’.

I slump against the bathroom cabinet staring at the screen. In not making the choice I had made it.

Four hours later I lay under the covers in our dark room staring at the ceiling. I hear a car door slam. I hear the front door open then close. I hear soft footsteps up the stairs. Then, just before the door opens, I close my eyes to feign slumber.

I listen to Sarah creep into the room then hear the crumple of her clothes being removed. I then feel her weight press against the mattress and listen to the rustle as she slips beneath the covers. Sarah and I had been married long enough that we could tell if the other was sleeping just by the rhythm of their breathing and so she does hesitate to sidle up against me and lay a warm hand across my chest. Her flesh was so soft, so supple, so hot from what was surely a lingering afterglow. And if I had any doubts remaining they are dashed as I could tell by a faint dampness and the aroma of an unfamiliar conditioner in her hair that Sarah had showered since I saw her last.

In a voice so soft as to almost not exist she whispers. “Hold me?” I slide my arm around her warm, luscious, naked form as she eagerly presses tight to my side. Her body relaxes completely as she let out a most contented coo. “Mmmm.”

Nov. 19th