Ben must have dozed off because his next awareness was of Jan’s hand on his shoulder gently shaking him awake. His first thought was, “I must have dreamed that whole business,” only to be brought back to reality when Jan spoke.
“Please go clean up darling. My guest will be arriving in thirty minutes,”
Fuck, it had really happened. He looked up at her and thought, “Damn, she is so beautiful. No wonder these young guys are sniffing around her all the time. But I never expected her to do more than flirt a little.”
She had on his favorite ankle-length skirt, made of some fabric that subtly suggested the movement of her legs and hips underneath, and a silky-looking blouse with an open neck, erect nipples prominent. Her hair was neatly pinned back revealing a lot of neck and her bare toes peaked out from under her skirt. There was no evidence of a bra or panties. Her bare feet were one of his erotic triggers.
He resented that this show of beauty and sexual promise was not for him. “I suppose you expect me to clear out and leave you and your lover the entire house.”
“Of course not, silly. I want us three to sit down to a nice dinner and get acquainted. You are my husband and this is your house.”
Ben got up, grumbling, to go shower. He stopped at the doorway and asked, “Am I supposed to take my toothbrush and sleep in the guest room tonight?”
Jan went to him, placed her hands on his shoulders, looked into his eyes, and said, “Roy won’t be spending the night. You will sleep with me in our bed as always. And you will be amply rewarded for your generosity and love. You are my man. Don’t ever think otherwise.” Somewhat mollified, he proceeded to the en-suite bathroom.
The couple was in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. “You’d better answer it,” Ben said. Suddenly Jan seemed a little flustered. Her hands went to her hair as she left to greet their (her) guest.
Ben remained rooted to his spot, listening to the murmured greetings, then quiet for a few moments, then more murmurs. Then Jan walked into the kitchen holding the hand of a tall, handsome young man with a sheepish expression on his face. Taking pity on him, Ben smiled and put out his hand in greeting. “I’m Ben, her husband,” he said. “Can I get you something to drink?”
“Whatever you two are drinking will be fine,” was the reply. As a regular gym rat, Ben recognized the physique of a weight lifter. He was dressed like an impoverished grad student in jeans and tee shirt; worn but clean. His pecs filled the shirt and his biceps stretched the sleeves to the limit. The attraction for Jan was obvious. “Hell, even I think he’s a hunk,” Ben thought. “But he’s just a kid, really; a kid with a big cock apparently.”
There were a few minutes of uneasy chit-chat, then Jan said, “Honey would you dress the salad and make the drinks? I’ll show the house to Roy.” She took the kid’s hand again and led him away. A wave of jealousy ran through Ben. He dressed the salad as asked and started on the drinks. It seemed to be taking a long time for her to show their house; it’s not that large. He waited.
After several minutes they returned. Jan’s hair and makeup seemed a little askew and Roy looked sheepish again. As she went past Ben she whispered, “We got the quick one out of the way,” and kissed his cheek. Her breath had a familiar aroma.
Dinner was surprisingly pleasant and Ben actually found himself liking this young man. Jan had prepared a light repast. They all had a second round of Scotch whiskey which eased the tension greatly, though it appeared that Roy was not accustomed to hard liquor. He became quite loquacious talking about archeology, as if worried that someone would bring up the fact that he intended to fuck Ben’s wife that night, but no one mentioned the elephant in the room. When Ben suggested a third round of drinks there were no takers.
The three of them retired to the den, Jan and Roy to the sofa, Ben to the recliner. Soft music was playing on the stereo. He couldn’t help but notice Jan’s hand, those magic fingers, resting on Roy’s thigh. Roy looked a bit uncomfortable. Visions of his wife with this guy’s cock in her hand and her lips slipping over its head flashed before Ben’s eyes.
Ben watched her hand gliding along Roy’s leg, approaching his lap. His stomach lurched with panic and jealousy. A large bulge was apparent in Roy’s jeans. “It won’t be long now,” he thought.
The silence was deafening until Roy whispered in Jan’s ear. “Right off the master bedroom, you remember. I’ll be there in a moment,” she replied out loud.
After Roy was gone she came and sat in Ben’s lap. “How are you doing love? I think it’s going pretty well. Thank you so much for being so wonderful. Are you ready for us to leave you on your own?” Ben’s only impulse was to kiss her forcefully, tear off her clothes and make mad love to her. Knowing that he could not leave a sickening dread in his gut.
“You might as well go get it over with; I’m not going to interfere. I’ll be here when you are done.” She tried to kiss him but he turned his head away and gently pushed her off his lap. She caressed his cheek as she stood to leave. He turned the volume of the music up and put his earphones on. He didn’t want to hear her moans and sighs as they fucked; he knew how vocal she gets when she cums.
About 30 minutes later Jan, naked inside her open robe, padded barefoot into the room. Ben stood up expecting to say goodbye to Roy. She wrapped her arms around him and laid her head on his chest. Then she kissed him. “Not yet,” she said. “We’re not finished. I wanted to make sure that you are ok. I’m going back to give him lessons in cunnilingus. I wish you could join us to show him how an expert does it. Maybe another time.” That wasn’t what Ben wanted to hear. She didn’t bother to ask again if he was okay; she knew he wasn’t.
He must have dropped off to sleep. Some time later he heard the front door close. He checked the time, midnight, and looked around for Jan but she wasn’t there. He had a moment of panic thinking that she had left with her lover.
He went to their bedroom. She was lying naked on their bed, her legs akimbo, her makeup smeared, red marks on her breasts. She was asleep.
He turned and went to the guest room.
