A Wager With Sadie: 014

The vestibule outside the sauna room was empty. Quan and his friend already in the hot box. Teddy lingered in the vestibule, seeing the other men’s towels hanging on hooks outside the heavy wooden door with the porthole window. No towels in the sauna. He removed his towel, naked now, hung it from a hook near theirs.

Would he do this? Could he do this?

When he opened the door, he was hit in the face with a wall of hot and heavy air that scorched his face and had his knees weakening. “Holy shit,” he gasped.

The Asian guy said, “Pretty. hot, huh?”

He closed the door behind him. Instantly his skin went slick. He held his arms out, marveling at the instant effect. Quan laughed a deep baritone, then said, “I don’t know who was in here before us. Maybe Satan.”

Teddy said, “Should we turn it down?”

Quan smiled brightly and said, “I already did. Could take a couple minutes to come down from Hades to broil.” He extended a big hand to the bench across from him. His friend sat there, but now scooted across to give Teddy room so he wouldn’t have to sit naked next to someone he didn’t know.

Great. Good-looking, muscular, deep voice, friendly, quick-witted and sociable.

The room was steamy, and Teddy batted away at the mist, stepping sideways to sit across from the other two men. Three guys naked, the space not that big, the heat scorching. All three of them pumping out sweat, all of them with shining bodies. Quan sat with his legs knees together, his junk hidden between his thighs. His friend’s legs were parted, and down the front of his stacked abs, Teddy could see the guy’s decent-sized dick dangling from a bird’s nest of wiry black pubic hair. Quan’s friend had something in line with what Teddy had, but Quan apparently had the biggest penis his wife had ever got her sexy hands on.

Was he in this sauna right now to get a look at it?

No, he was headed in here anyway. He was in here to overhear more talk about this sexy hockey chick who was married but didn’t act like being married was a big deal and was texting to the jacked-up yoga instructor. The way Sadie had acted with Quan yesterday, of course she looked like someone who didn’t care too much about her husband. He wondered what she told Quan about her hubby. Did she lie and say her husband just didn’t heat her up under the sheets anymore? Or did she have to say it at all? The communication was wordless when you had your married hands on some other dude’s cock. Happily married women didn’t jerk off their yoga instructors.

Fuck—what was hot right now was this guy Quan misconstruing Sadie, thinking she was looking for a hookup. Meanwhile, the only reason she went off with him in the first place was her husband asked her to. In fact, Quan ought to thank him right now, reach across and shake his hand for the amazing afternoon and wicked handy from Sadie. It was all due to Teddy.

All he wanted right now was for Quan to divulge more to his friend about how Sadie wanted to fuck him, like it was insinuated back in the locker room. That notion was outrageously hot. Though the more he savored it the more it began to burn his tongue and sour in his mind. Sadie was texting Quan. What was she texting? Did she ask for dick pics? Maybe she would show them off to her friends down at the office when they got home to Minnesota. Or, shit, was Quan asking for pics of Sadie? Imagine if his gym buddy asked for a picture and Quan showed him his phone again. They were all three bros in the sauna, Teddy could probably just laugh and say, “Hey, don’t leave me out,” and they would all probably chuckle and it would be reasonable to consider Quan might just show him, too.

Now an image came to him of his own wife. He’d seen Sadie in every naked position imaginable. Some sexy, some not so sexy. They’d fucked buck naked on all their furniture, even their outdoor furniture; they’d skinny dipped in the summer at Lake Minnetonka; he’d also seen her peep show that time in the hospital when she had gastroenteritis and she didn’t look so hot with her lank hair hanging down and bags slung under her eyes, the hospital bed pan sloshing with her vomit. Damn, though, he remembered getting a semi seeing her butt in the gap of her hospital gown despite the unhappy circumstance. He’d seen her every which way but loose, but now the imaginary image that came to him shot his brain off like a rocket. Sadie being coy behind her husband’s back, whisking off a dirty little pic to her yoga instructor in far-off Vietnam—not even full nude, no pussy, just a sexy married woman hungry for some strange (some extra large strange)—showing off her unbelievable body in a mirror back in their luxury hillside villa and maybe snapping off a little peek-a-boo to Quan’s phone, Sadie slipping down a bikini bra cup to flash another man her pretty nipple, and she—

“Man, you gone red,” Quan laughed in that deep bass voice.

“Huh?”

Quan’s friend said, “It’s like when they steam a blue crab they change color.”

Teddy patted his cheeks. “My face?” Between his legs his hidden hard iron cock throbbed with eager determination.

“Let’s crack that door,” Quan said and stood. Naked.

For just a second, Teddy was face to face with the biggest penis he’d ever seen.

Despite his wife’s hand job journal, her Teddy’d still probably seen more dicks in his life than his wife, just from being in locker rooms. This was hands-down the most impressive display of primordial maleness—an indisputable emblem of certain masculine superiority—he’d ever seen.

It was gone in a flash, bouncing and swinging between Quan’s thighs as he walked to the sauna door, but what he’d seen played out in a loop in his mind’s eye like a perverted Vine video. A massive floppy cock, blacker then Quan’s already black skin, an incredible tube of sweat-glistening male meat that hung well below his large sagging scrotum; uncircumcised, a hood of wrinkled black skin gulped over the plump knot of a cock head, an inch of extra foreskin forming a long, attenuating nose from the bulbous bulge.

He couldn’t help but jolt as if recoiling in fear. What swung between Quan’s legs was threatening and fearsome, like the man brandished a weapon.

That was what Sadie had jerked off. I mean, she’d told him, his wife didn’t lie, but still, Quan’s manhood seemed more than deserving of praise—it deserved worship.

And, fuck, there you had it: that huge cock was the singular reason Sadie was texting Quan the next day.

His heart sunk but his cock flexed desperately. The combination of pain and pleasure was exquisite.

Quan swung the lever handle of the door am=nd pushed it open a foot. A relieving swell of cooler air touched his skin as the heat rushed out to find new victims to punish.

Quan still stood by the door, asking him now, “How’s that?” Standing there like he didn’t have the biggest penis possible hanging between his thighs.

“Better,” he said, nodding, then to Quan’s friend: “How ‘bout you?”

The guy laughed and said to Quan, “Maybe leave it open till we can breathe in here.”

Quan fanned the door open and closed a moment, and Teddy monitored in his periphery the heavy motion of Quan’s penis jouncing and swinging as he did.

The guy across from him said, “Hey, I’m Shane, man. He’s Quan.”

You didn’t shake hands when you were naked, so Teddy just nodded his chin to Shane and said, “Hey. Graham,” avoiding using Sadie’s Teddy nickname for him, in case she’d said it to Quan yesterday. My husband Teddy just doesn’t give it to me the way I need it, Quan, and— oh my, this . . . this can’t be your penis, can it? And then she peeks inside his shorts to find it’s for sure Quan’s huge penis.

***

Due to unforeseen circumstances, he’d had to sweat it out for ten solid minutes in the sauna, sitting across from Shane and Quan. Once he’d seen Quan’s ridiculous manhood, he’d wanted to storm out. Stomp all the way back to his villa and do . . . what? Scream . . . rage . . . get mad and smash resort property? . . . Who knows. Maybe any of those. Or all . . .

But unfortunately, all he could do was sit there and suffer. Try not to let the change in his demeanor be shown to his two sauna buddies. Because though he was twisted with jealousy-driven derangement, he couldn’t leave the sauna. Why? . . .

Once seeing Quan revealed, he couldn’t push away his wife’s context with that man. The size of him; the incredible body; smart, charming, and how about how white and perfect those teeth were . . .? The final straw, though: the monstrous thing swinging between the young man’s legs.

The revelation of the man’s size made it impossible not to think of Sadie with Quan. Out in some eddying pool below a face of pinky rocks, alone with another man. Across the bay. Gone there to do terrible things under her husband’s command . . .

What the hell would Sadie have thought when she discovered the size of that thing? It was impossible to think Sadie wasn’t impressed. Impossible to think his wife wasn’t aroused by it. Sadie’d practically admitted to him she was aroused just putting her hands on Quan’s body. Imagine her, Quan with his back against the rocks, standing up out of the water, Sadie getting a good sunlight-bright look at that huge cock. And Quan’s cock not dangling and sleepy the way Teddy’d seen it, but instead hard and racing with blood, the cock head exposed from its roll of meaty foreskin . . . And how big would it have been in Sadie’s hands?

Two hands, she’d told him. But I use two hands on you too, Teddy.

Yeah, she could use two hands on him, but Sadie could invite one of her girlfriends over and both of them could use two hands on Quan’s cock. Of that he was pretty sure.

So with those thoughts blistering his mind, he’d grown hard. Right in front of two other men. Thinking of his wife. He couldn’t leave before them, his dick hard and straight. Dick tucked between his thighs, he had to wait them out . . .

He’d just about sweated himself dead sitting in there past a healthy time, getting mad at Quan and Shane, wondering why the hell they weren’t getting out of the sauna when all three of them knew it was too hot in there.

Finally—God, at last!—waiting them out, then doing that Cool Guy Thing as they filed out, saying “Can’t stand the heat, stay out of the kitchen, guys,” like he could take it and they couldn’t. Jesus, waiting for them to get the fuck out of the vestibule . . . then slamming the scalding sauna door open, standing there naked in the empty vestibule with his hands on his knees, hunched over, gasping for cool air in his lungs, his dick sticking up straight.

Then he grabbed his towel, went to his locker, thankful to find Shane and Quan already gone, grabbing his things and thundering out here where he stood now getting more bad news . . .

***

His wife was sunbathing. There was Sadie, taking advantage of another sunny day, back in her bikini, big black sunglasses on, today laying in a lounger. There was an empty one next to her, inviting him, saying Come and join me, Teddy.

But Sadie didn’t see him, and instead of joining his wife he stood in the same spot where he’d yesterday waited for her just below the steps down from the jetty dock. Her run was done, his wife staying fit and healthy, and looking it too. Even from this distance, he could make out the divots where her hipbones met her very flat stomach.

Here was the hard part: He’d been on his way to greet her. Maybe sit down in that lounger next to her, act casual, not lose his cool. Maybe say to her, So tell me a little more about you and Quan . . . You know, this time not the dirty stuff, let’s hear more . . . But Sadie had her phone tucked in her straw beach bag. She’d withdrawn it, looking at the screen through her sunglasses, smiling—God, smiling wide enough he could see the white of her teeth from across the beach.

She texted in return, her thumbs tapping on the screen. Then let the phone rest at her side. Waited for a response. When she heard its chime, she lifted it, read it, smiled again.

And fuck him if it wasn’t Quan. He was sure of it. His wife right now texting with the man she’d gone off with. Yes, the wager had been his, that was for him. She picked the person. That was for her. And now she was hooked on him. Big, tall, smart, handsome, charming. Hung. Really, really hung. And she’d jerked the guy off. And Sadie was good at jerking guys off, probably taking her time like she’d said, making it enjoyable for Quan—until she couldn’t wait because she was so turned on and needed to see what the guy’s come would look like squirting out of him. Did it get on her hands? In her hair? . . . Quan would be hooked on her and her pretty hands. Wanting to get that thing he had up inside her body. You’d be a fool to not think Sadie wanted it. Or at least had considered it. And what had she considered? She couldn’t do it because she was married? She couldn’t do it because he was too large? Possibilities. Except for this: Sadie was texting Quan.

And now he was hard again. Standing in the shade below the jetty in the outdoor bar where he downed whiskey sodas waiting for his wife to return. Hard again. Thinking of his wife with Quan. Thinking that his wife wanted to be with Quan.

Now he couldn’t join her, and he slunk back up the steps and returned to the bar.