A Wager With Sadie: 019

The strutting confidence Sadie showed earlier waned now. Hands wrung at her waist, she followed Quan back into their villa, the big man leading the way, Sadie’s posture a little stooped and worried—but once Quan stopped and held the door for her, she jerked straighter and walked past him smiling like she could handle anything that might come her way. Quan bounced his eyebrows Teddy’s way, indicating he held the door for him too. Teddy reached around him politely to take the door, let Quan go ahead—a dumb and macho but necessary indicator that this was at the husband’s whim, that Quan was not the man in charge this evening.

With Sadie ahead, she lead the way to where she’d like to have something (if anything!) occur, making her way through their front lounge, past the kitchenette and into the closed porch room lit with two low wattage table lamps. The sight of his wife kissing another man had already elevated his heart rate to high speed, and as they entered the quieter space all he could hear was the drumbeat of his pulse in his ears.

Sadie stopped in the middle of the small square rug in the center of the room’s seating, Quan coming to stand aside the low armless couch. Teddy moved past them, and opened two of the levered windows, letting in the sound of the surf and the rustling breeze from the trees. Out past the shrubbery framing these windows he could see down the hillside the pale half moon of the beach where they’d strolled and the flickering dashes of moonlight on the bay.

Sadie and Quan had two options, he figured, for whatever play Sadie was willing to engage in. There was the low couch, a geometric slab with a bright green mattress festooned with round cushy pillows in orange that looked like crinkle-wrapped candies, or in the corner there was a circular sofa with no legs, hanging from the ceiling by chains like a swing. Also green, this one with matching pillows in yellow. Behind him there was a table for four with dining room chairs and he pulled one of the chairs out now, reversed it, and sat astraddle with his arms over the chair’s back.

Sadie seeing him made her realize how real this was and now she gave a snorting chuckle through her nose, getting nervous and anxious, and he feared this was where his relatively straight-laced wife would balk finally. But Quan was there to lead the way, stepping into her space and mesmerizing her with his eyes, making Sadie look up, glossy and under whatever spell a good-looking guy of his size had over women. Sadie’s hands unclasped from her belly and hung at her sides, and Quan touched her chin to angle her face higher, dipping then for another kiss.

The way Sadie received Quan, closing her eyes and opening her mouth had his heart pounding again.

The nervousness melted from his wife and he watched her posture relax while her mouth sucked on Quan’s mouth. She fed him her tongue—Teddy was sure of it. And now he was rock hard. He squeezed his thighs against the sides of the chair, wishing he could communicate to this woman he loved how amazing she looked and how much this did for him. But Sadie’s hands came up, tentatively at first, then resting on Quan’s chest. And for a moment he thought she would push him away. Instead, her hands smoothed Quan’s muscle, went over his shoulders, and her hands formed claws on the round shapes of his upper arms, fondling, caressing—enjoying—the way his body felt under her touch.

***

While they kissed and she got a good feel of Quan’s hot, hard, and young body, something changed. A sureness she could do this. She could definitely do this while Teddy watched. It would be fun. It would be kinky. And they were together.

She began to smile around their kiss, Quan’s deep-kissing becoming pecks and nibbles on her jaw. Then his hands were on her. Strong, warm, and so large. On the small of her back, up her ribs. Like on the dance floor—which she’d enjoyed, even though she was only teasing her husband. But now it was serious, now Quan’s touch on her became something more abandoned, no rules, no barrier to the pleasure which her mind had resisted earlier. Now she let his touch get her tingling. Tingling all over. The nape of her neck tightening, her arm hairs raising, her nipples tightening and bunching . . . and her tummy lightening and tickling with a fluttery feeling.

She went on her toes, her nails running up and down his big forearms, then touching lightly at his waist. Lower then, dipping under his shirt and feeling the bare skin of his hard and muscular stomach.

“Wow,” she said, breaking their kiss, looking in his eyes. “Your body’s so amazing.”

“So’s yours, Sadie,” he said, hands on the narrow of her waist.

Eyes still on his, her hands drifted out from under his shirt, touching his cloth belt, fingering the edges of his shorts’s front pockets. Both of them knew what it was she wanted to feel now. She chewed her lower lip; gave a breathy chuckle. Then her hands flattened palms on the cotton of his shorts, made circles on his thighs, his hips . . . her right hand coming to cup between his legs.

“Oh, wow,” she said, not sure if what she was feeling was what she thought it was. Teddy’d said it was big but she hadn’t expected it to be quite so large—or heavy, even protected behind his shorts she could heft the bulge, feel that it had heavy weight.

“You’re not even hard,” she sighed; Quan smiled and she laughed as a wild racing thrill worked up her back. The size of his cock—the amazing heft of it—turned her on like crazy and now she wanted it out in the light, wanted to marvel at it, see if it looked like how she thought it felt. And more: She wanted it hard. She wanted it erect. And she wanted to give Quan an amazing hand job while her husband watched.

She worked out the knot of the woven belt through its loops and let it hang. Eyes still on Quan’s, his hands on her shoulders now, smiling at her, she unbuttoned his shorts.

Now she giggled again, sounding very young and girlish—but, damn, such a good feeling—and now she was thinking of how Teddy started this, getting her to open up about her stupid dick journals and how she used to romanticize the art of hand jobs. And she’d downplayed what was in those journals. She’d thought Teddy might think she was a perverted sicko, but now she wondered if she was totally wrong about that. Maybe Teddy was ready to learn about his wife’s dick-handling proclivities.

Her own breath came rapid—and she could tell Quan was excited too. Did he get off on having another man’s wife admire his body and endowment while the husband watched? He certainly seemed riled, though she liked to think it was her that was arousing her night’s companion.

Zipper drawn down, taking a little care to make sure her knuckles bumped against his generous package teasingly while she did, now she had thumbs pushed into the waistband of his zipped-down shorts, ready to see what it was Quan had between his legs. Bit by bit, she tugged and sawed his shorts and bright white briefs downward. First revealed was a scruff of black pubic hair, then, at last, the first signs of cock. And the base of his penis looked as wide as her phone. Another inch revealed, his thing hanging downward, a peek of black scrotum as well, a pencil-thick vein running along the top side of what was definitely a very big cock that wasn’t even hard yet. Lower still, more cock revealed, very dark-skinned, almost black, wrinkled and proving he wasn’t erect yet.

“Oh my God,” she whispered and chuckled when the shorts went lower and she still didn’t reveal the head of it yet. Teddy’s chair squeaked; she glanced over her shoulder forgetting to shield from her husband the glee on her face. But Teddy could take it; her husband was rapt watching her, his clutch on the chair tight, one leg bouncing as he watched his wife reveal another man’s manhood.

She looked back to Quan, letting him see how much she liked what he had between his legs, saying, “Wow, it’s amazing, I mean, Teddy already told me, but . . .”

And now his cock was free, the shorts and briefs down his thighs, this monster cock bobbing and swaying before her, an absolutely elephantine thing, uncircumcised, thick as her wrist, black, gleaming and wrinkled. Ugly, monstrous, but to her an absolutely beautiful thing.

Quan said, “Teddy told you what?”

Teddy cleared his throat, defensive, saying, “Well . . .”

She looked to her uncomfortable Teddy, saying to Quan, “Teddy checked you out in the sauna, told me you had a giant dick . . .”

***

Sadie already looked small next to Quan. And the way he stood with hands on her shoulders displayed their size and color difference. A large and muscular Black man, and a small, slender white woman with honey-colored hair. But, Jesus, the guy’s cock. It was bigger than he’d seen it in the sauna. Half hard now, hard for Sadie, and it looked as big as his wife’s forearm. She’d returned her gaze from her husband to Quan’s manhood. Dipped at the knees, calves flexing, she leaned back to get a good look at the thing. What Sadie saw thrilled her, and his own cock throbbed. He wondered what she would write in her journal about it.

He said, “Well, Quan, it’s not quite like Sadie said, she’s trying to be funny . . .”

Quan smiled, and he could tell from Sadie’s profile she smiled as well, and he was glad everyone was having fun. He said, “I only told her because she has a keen interest. You know, my wife used to—”

“All right, wise guy,” Sadie interrupted him. “Touché. Let’s change the subject.”

Teddy smiled at his wife, glad he had the upper hand and she knew it. Speaking of hands: “Quan, I’ll just say Sadie’s very good with her hands.”

Quan said to her, “And your mouth too.”

Sadie’s eyes widened, and his heart raced at the implication. His mouth opened, his jaw flexed, squeaking in his eardrums. No words came out.

Sadie’s reaction was similar. Her jaw unhinged, her beautiful lips opening in a puckered O, then closing, until she said, “Oh . . . uh . . . I . . .”

The sight was ridiculous. From his viewpoint he saw a muscular Black man standing in partial embrace with his wife. The man was a virtual stranger. Just one dinner, a yoga class, and a trip into the forest with his wife. The man’s shorts dropped around his ankles. His enormous semi-erect penis dangled out but downward between his thighs. Sadie stood next to him, looking incredible in a shrink-wrapped pink dress. Legs shaved and gleaming. Makeup and hair done to show off the perfect angles of her face. What the hell were they engaging in?

Quan smiled and touched a knuckle under Sadie’s chin. Sadie looked timid at the proposition she would use her hands and mouth on him. But complying, she tilted her chin upward.

Before their lips came together, Quan said, “I meant on my mouth. I want this beautiful mouth on mine.”

Sadie sagged as if with with relief. She melted into Quan. The tension invoked by a possible requested blow job had overwhelmed her. In Quan’s absolution she found relief. “Yes,” she said before they kissed again.

Teddy watched. Watched as his wife’s plump mouth pressed against Quan’s. The wet sound of smacking was loud in the quiet of the villa. Quan still kept a knuckle under Sadie’s pointed chin, showing off the tendons in her long neck. They were using tongues. God, Sadie was using her tongue. Sadie was twirling hers against another man’s. Though he loved it, his gaze dropped lower. Registered the movement of Quan’s penis. It was lengthening, thickening. It bobbed with the man’s heartbeat.

Quan’s heartbeat was picking up just as quick as Teddy’s. Eyes down lower, it thrilled him to see the flexing muscles of his wife’s calves. The incredible legs that had drawn his attention to her that day she’d run past with her hockey team. He watched those blades ripple under her gleaming skin. Watched the long tendon that divided her shapely lower leg, down to the ankle. Watched her painted toes curl against the footbed of her expensive shoes.

“Holy shit,” he sighed. It was relief in him too. Relief it would be just a hand job. There was no way his heart could take more than that. Not tonight. If ever . . .

But was it possible?

He hated to even think of it now. The enormity of the thought pressed down on his shoulders. It weakened his already soggy stance. The racing of his heart and pulse got him faint. But he loved that faintness. Embraced it with lusty, welcoming arms.

A warm, arduous feeling massaged through him. An unstoppable smile pushed back his bearded cheeks.