A Wager With Sadie: 012

He braced himself. “So tell me.”

Sadie ran a canine over her lower lip, eyes darting around for a moment, preparing herself to tell her husband the worst part. The worst part was all he’d ever asked for. A hand job. To her it was the worst part, but somehow the prelude she described was a million times worse. Never saw it coming. Young guy in law school—second year, what was that, twenty-three, maybe—a big guy, as big as him, but so muscular he looked like a superhero. . . . Why had he ever asked for this?

But here was the thing: he could stop it now. Ask not to hear the rest. Just give up on this whole idea and pretend it never happened. She’d done what he requested, let bygones be bygones. But the way his heart thundered right now, he was desperate to hear what happened. Absolutely raging desperate to know what his wife did with this other man.

She said, “We’re in this pool together, Teddy, just talking, just two people, he’s younger than me, yeah, but I feel like I know him. You know? Ten years ago he would’ve been a guy that I hung around with. So when I’m in this pool of water with him, it just feels natural. I feel ten years younger. And I don’t know, Teddy, but for whatever reason, even though I had no intention of doing it, in the back of my head something was urging me, your voice saying to do it . . .”

“Trying to blame me?”

“I’m a hundred-percent blaming you, Teddy,” she said in a serious, low tone. Not fun Sadie at all. Reminding him just who did what. Who was at fault here. And it was him.

“All right, tell me—this is what I asked for, so tell me.”

Sadie took a breath. “Quan can feel it too. I can see it in his eyes. Yeah, he knows I’m married, but we had such a great day together. And all that stuff I said about my husband being away, he must’ve thought it was obvious that I wanted him. Wanted him that way.”

“You didn’t want him that way?”

“No. I didn’t.” She scowled.

He humphed. “Don’t kid yourself. You wouldn’t have done it if it had been anybody else . . .”

She stared at him, blinking, assessing his words.

Yeah, that’s it, let that soak in, Sadie.

She looked up and sniffled, looked back. Expression faltered, she continued: “We’re getting closer, and the next thing I know our knees are touching.”

“Yeah?” His heart was rolling over in his chest, tumbling like a hot coal in a tin can. “Yeah? . . .”

“Yeah. And then I touched him.”

“Where?”

“Just his arm. But now when I do that, we both know it’s on. He smiles, wide, knowing it’s going to happen. Like maybe the whole afternoon he wondered if he was going to get something, and now he knows he’s going to. And in seeing him smile, I’m smiling. And that’s like an admission that, yes, something is going to happen . . .”

“Good Lord,” he said, literally clutching his chest like he was going to have a heart attack. Now this was what he’d wanted. Not all that other stuff. This was what he was asking for . . . “Oh, God,” he said laughing. “Okay, go . . .”

Sadie got brighter. “Now we’re at the good part?”

“God—do you think it’s the good part?”

“I don’t know what to say, Teddy.”

“Just keep going, Sadie, come on . . .”

“So we’re both smiling, and I’m touching his arm, and we’re looking at each other. We keep talking, but now we start bobbing around in circles, and he’s touching my arm, I’m touching his arm . . . it’s almost like we’re dancing, but we’re chest deep in water.”

Shit. “Yes? Yes? . . .”

“But then I start to touch his body. You know, I put my hand on his chest . . .?”

“God, this is so fucking crazy,” he said, looking down his naked body, seeing his erection completely reenergized. Brought back to life. Completely and fully swollen hard. Sadie saw it, too, putting her hand down now and cupping its hot curved belly.

He said, “Is this how you did it with Quan?”

“No. Not like this.”

“Tell me how.”

“We were just touching, getting closer, and he’s putting his arms around me . . .”

“He put his arms around you?”

“Kind of, yeah, like an embrace. And he starts kissing me—”

“Sadie”—his voice was surprisingly shaky—“I didn’t want any kissing.”

“I didn’t kiss him back, Teddy. I know that’s not right. I let him kiss my neck, but I moved my mouth away. But I . . . kept touching him all over. Put my hands on his shoulders, rubbing his back . . .”

“Did you like it?”

She faltered for a moment, but he could see from the blush on her cheeks that she was into the story. His wife was aroused just by the retelling.

She said, “He has an amazing body.”

That simple statement stabbed him with a strangely pleasurable knife in his stomach. Seeing his wife with an appreciation for the male form. An appreciation for the things that made a man desirable. “You liked touching him?”

“I did.”

“How did you do . . . what I asked?”

Her gaze drifted. “Well, he was touching me first.”

“Where?” His voice was accidentally stern and angry. He cleared his throat and, softer, repeated: “Where?”

“He liked grabbing my ass. I had both hands in his lap. Had my legs around his hips . . .”

“How did this happen?”

“I don’t even know, Teddy, I just found myself that way. He lifted me up.”

“With your legs around him?”

“Uh-huh. And when I put my hand down . . .”

“Down . . . yeah?”

“I think he was already halfway there.”

“He was hard?”

“He was pretty hard.”

“God, you’re talking you grabbed it over his shorts?”

She nodded, nose scrunched up, anticipating he’d be mad. Being mad made sense. And while he was mad, it didn’t matter, because the anger paled in comparison to the freight train lust chugging through him right now. He wiped his hand through his hair, took a handful on the top of his head and gripped it. “You touched his cock.”

“That’s what this is all about, Teddy,” she said, softly and ran her fingers through his chest hair.

“It is,” he said, bewildered. “So, he . . . got hard for you. Anticipating you would fuck him.”

“Yeah, I’d say he thought that’s what we would do.”

“Of course he would,” he said, still stupefied this whole thing was real, and that it had come to reality so fast. From one spousal confession, a sexy game of pool, some dirty talk, and then the next day his wife is jerking another guy off.

“He put his hand in my swimsuit,” she said, eyebrows raised, gaze averted. This was presented as proof that Quan believed they were going all the way, this sexy white married woman going off into the jungle with him, soaking in an eddy, the two of them alone. What else would he think? And: was she wet when he put his hands down the front of her bikini bottoms?

“He what? Down the front, the bottoms?”

Sadie rubbed her hand on his chest, calming the maleness in him. “I stopped him, Teddy, but it was clear what he thought we were going to do.”

“And what did you tell him?”

“I told him I didn’t want that. Told him I was married.”

“What did he say?”

“He stopped. But he didn’t stop kissing me. Kissing my neck . . .”

Sadie touched her own neck like she could still feel this other man’s mouth on her skin. She was driving him wild.

“What did you do?”

“I kept touching him between his legs.”

“Inside his pants?”

“Over. Feeling the shape—”

“Shape of what?” Once again, his tone was harsher than he’d intended.

A little stressed, Sadie said, “Penis shape, Teddy, I don’t know . . .”

He took her hands. “You have to tell me everything. Tell me, I’m not mad, I swear.”

She considered it a moment, mouth pursed and scrunched. She said, “I put my hand in . . . in his shorts.”

“In his shorts?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“And?”

She shrugged. “I got him hard.”

“Still in his pants?”

“He pulled his pants down to let me do it.”

Teddy sucked his teeth and felt his pulse racing in his neck, temples throbbing. “And what was it you did?”

“We bobbed in the water, or he did, me sitting in his lap, but with space so I could use my hand on him between us. Underhanded, kind of clumsy, but sometimes I like it like that.”

“Jesus, Sadie, his bare cock? Was it big?”

She nodded, smirked and widened her eyes.

He looked away, twisting inside. “It was?”

“I already told you,” she said, stressed again, batting at his collar with her warm fingers.

He said, “Two hands.”

“Yeah,” she answered in a whisper.

He exhaled. Then: “What would you write down in your journal?”

She exhaled too, closed her eyes and groaned, nodding forward till her forehead touched his skin.

“C’mon,” he urged, smoothing a hand on the round edges of her shoulder.

She inhaled, reared back, but looking aside. “I’d write huge.”

“God, really?”

Now she looked at him. “Biggest one I’ve ever held in my hand.”

He puffed out his cheeks, his hard cock throbbing.

She said, “That turns you on?”

“Does it turn you on?”

She nodded, ”It does.”

He couldn’t help a flexing of his hips, pushing his aching erection in the air; a rote action, his mind so turned on by his wife, he felt like his cock was probing deep inside her.

Sadie gripped his cock again, her eyes downturned to watch her hand on it. Jesus, she’d held another man’s cock today already, this other guy’s apparently dwarfing his not-too-shabby piece. The idea Sadie was turned on by the size of this other man, and that she may compare it to her adoring husband, thrilled him inexplicably.

Now she stroked him slow, getting his knees raising, his stomach tightening, and his whole body squirming. He flexed again and pulsed clear lubricant over Sadie’s grip, making her moan appreciatively.

“Really turns you on, huh?” Her voice was breathy and broken up with chuckling, his wife liking that she had this effect on her husband.

He nodded for her in quick earnest jabs, groaning and chuckling too. “It’s fucking wild,” he said.

“I’m only doing it this one time, Teddy, so don’t you go getting any ideas,” she said, her slippery hand squeezing and swirling on his swollen and sensitive end.

His knees jumped and he chuckled heartily, gasping, “I know, I know.”

“I mean it,” she said, squeezing his cock head hard.

“I know you mean it,” he said and winked.

She grumbled and stroked him quick again, in total control of him.

He said, “Then what did you do?” Still struggling to comprehend how his wife snuck off with her yoga instructor and did such terrible things and he wasn’t livid.

“You sure you’re not mad?” She practically pouted at him, and her timid yet confident demeanor did crazy things to his understanding of her. She was always sexual, always ready for a dirty interaction, but he could never have predicted this.

“I’m not mad, Sadie,” he said, meaning it. “Tell me.”

She licked her lips, bit her cheek. “I don’t know, Teddy . . . We bobbed to the side, and Quan puts his back on a rock, and now we’ve get our feet under us, and we’re leaning back against these rocks. His pants are down, but I’m still in my bikini  . . .”

“Okay.”

“I’m just slowly pumping my hand on him.”

He whispered, “You’re so fucking hot.”

Sadie liked that, smiling enough her eyes narrowed. “Am I?”

He touched her naked stomach, drew a circle around her bellybutton, put his hands below. She was wet. Was she wet from the retelling of how bad she’d been today? Or was it just left over from what he’d done to her fifteen minutes ago? In his fantasy, he imagined it was her story. Imagined that what she’d done today aroused her so much her body responded with sexual lubrication. That was what he really wanted. Wanted this incredible lustful spike driven into their already amazing sex life. Wanted Sadie to be aroused to lust by another man; no love, only sexual desire.

“Yeah, you are. Tell me you liked it.”

“Jerking him off?”

“Oh fuck, Sadie,” he sighed, overwhelmed by the sheer lubricious badness of what his wife had done today.

“I liked it, Teddy,” she whispered near his ear as her strong but delicate hand found a grip on his cock again and began to tease and stroke in gentle swirls and jags.

“This how you did it for him?”

“Can you picture it?”

“I know how good you do it.”

“That’s how I did it for him, Teddy, nice and slow until we got faster and faster, and his stomach sucked in tight—”

“That’s what you like.”

“You know it, and, Teddy? His stomach muscles turned me on so bad and I couldn’t help it—”

“Couldn’t help what?”

“It became about me,” she said, jerking him a little quicker now, “I wanted him to come—”

“More than you wanted to give him pleasure?”

“I just wanted to see it happen, I didn’t want to wait . . .”

Now she had him writhing on the bed, her grip on his cock sending wild frazzling bolts of electricity into his brain, and her words tightening a vice on some interior pleasure bulb he never even knew existed. Voice tight with disbelief at the insane level of pleasure this horrid scenario provided: “You wanted to see him come?”

Sadie nodded in rapid jabs, biting her own lips in the narrow vision of his squinted eyes.

Then she was letting his cock go, getting him onto his back and straddling him. He grabbed her hips, thumbs pressing into the taut muscle of her tummy and watching his beautiful wife reach around behind her to guide the point of his spear in to her slick opening. The. thing she’d done with her hand to this man named Quan had set his wife on fire. He felt her heat as he sunk inside her gushing sex with ease, Sadie settling herself down with her husband fully impaled inside her, squashing his balls till they tightened his sack.

“Oh fuck, Sadie,” he grunted, wanting to fuck again, but feeling the rising tension of his balls boiling over; ejaculation was imminent.

Sadie sensed his approaching release, rolling her hips and tummy but bringing her face close to his, her fingernails tickling his neck and beard. She whispered, “He shot a huge load all over his stomach muscles, Teddy, and I can’t stop thinking about it . . .”

“You’re fucking driving me crazy,” he wheezed.

She kissed him and nibbled on his lower lip. “His cock head swelled up like a plum when he ejaculated, Teddy, it was so big and round and I wondered—”

But that was it, that was way too much, and he ejaculated inside his wife wondering if she was going to say she’d wondered what it would feel like to have this other man’s swollen cock head pushed inside her and firing off his impressive load. She moaned louder than he did as he came again, his cock jerking and twitching inside her, the tip of it frenzied with wild tickling heat.

When it was done, she collapsed on his chest and chuckled. She patted his sticky chest, said, “I’m going to need another round, Teddy. I’m not there yet.”

He chuckled too, loving the light weight of her riding on him. He stroked his hands up and down her shoulders and upper arms. “Well, it looks like you know what to say to get me going again . . .”