“Well Sally, let me set your mind to rest. I’ve had the hots for you since the first time I laid eyes on you and when I saw your page in the agency’s book I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I picked you out of that book because I’ve wanted you for years. Do you really think that I would blow my chance at you by running to Fred and telling him that I screwing his wife?”
“When you put it that way, no, I guess you wouldn’t.”
“So, you want to be romanced or do we get right to it?”
“A little romance might be nice, but maybe later. Right now I think we should get to the business at hand so I see what I have to work with.”
“Any limits?”
“I don’t do animals or anything that involves pain, but I’m pretty much open to anything else.”
“Well I’m a pretty ordinary kind of guy who is into oral, anal and regular sex and usually wants all he can get.”
“You sure married the wrong girl for that from what I hear.”
“What can I say? Love is blind. She told me she wanted to be a virgin when she married so we never fooled around first. I didn’t find out about her medical problems until after I said “I do.” But I love her and if she is willing to set me up with someone like you to take care of the sex angle I can live with it.”
“It’s your house baby, lead the way.”
Sally was every bit the hot piece of ass I’d always thought she would be and we bounced around on my bed most of the afternoon. She gave the most glorious head, loved being fucked in her butt and was multi orgasmic. I was trying for one more time when she said; “I can’t Jack. I have to get home before Fred and have his supper ready when he gets home.”
“Won’t he know what you have been doing when you go to bed? Won’t he be able to tell from how your pussy feels?”
Sally giggled, “How would he know the difference Jack? There hasn’t been a day since we got married that he was the first man in me and that includes our wedding day. Should I just come back tomorrow or wait for you to call?”
“Tomorrow sex-pot. Same time, same script.”
Sally Ann giggled, kissed me and took off for home and a husband who didn’t have a clue. But hey, who was I to laugh at poor Fred. He was married to a woman who got paid to fuck other men and here I was married to a woman who paid me not to fuck her.
Life settled into a routine for the next nine months. Two and sometimes three times a week Sally and I would have a good time together. Gloria would come to my room two or three nights a week to have her sloppy, cum filled pussy eaten. Jumal was his usual obnoxious self and there were times I want to smack that stupid sneer off his face or knock him on his ass. I just could not see what Gloria saw in that asshole. But as bad as I wanted to hurt the son of a bitch I didn’t; I just thought back to my “mental health” night with Gloria and let things ride.
Because of Gloria’s position and her involvement in community and charitable affairs I found myself out in public playing the role of loving and adoring husband as we attended this civic function or that charitable dinner and I began to notice some things. There actually were people who were watching us and watching us close. I began to think that Gloria’s paranoia was not necessarily misplaced. About the same time something else occurred to me. I was playing the part of loving husband, but Gloria was not playing the part of adoring wife, at least not to the extent that I thought she should.
One night at a do for the Girl Scouts I noticed a man closely observing us and I’d seen him doing the same thing at several other affairs. Gloria had gotten up to go to the restroom and on her way back I intercepted her and as I took her in my arms I whispered, “Don’t fight me on this, just go along” and I kissed her. I made it as passionate as I could and when I broke the kiss I whispered, “Look over my shoulder as you run your hand down my back and squeeze my ass. Do you recognize the man sitting at table three?”
She did as I asked and then said, “Yes, that is Brian Moser.”
“Who is he?”
“He heads up the Clayton Foundation, why?”
“Pull yourself against me and act as if you are rubbing yourself against my cock.”
She did it and she felt my erection. She gave me a strange look and said, “Did I do that?”
“You’ve done it for years lady, but that isn’t what this is all about. Turn around and walk outside with me holding hands and I’ll explain.”
Once outside I told her about the bald headed guy and how he had been watching us. “And what he is seeing is me playing my part to the hilt to what appears to be a disinterested wife. If we are going to pull off this charade you are going to have to give me some help here. You are going to have to start acting like a loving and adoring wife when we are in public, at least until we get a year or two away from the wedding and honeymoon.”
I unzipped myself and took out my cock.
“What are you doing?
I stroked my cock a few times while she watched and said, “I’m playing my part Gloria.” I tucked my cock back in my pants so that the partial erection showed and left the fly unzipped. “I’m going to walk back in with you with my fly open and I want you to be adjusting your bra strap as you go through the door. Try and look like you just snuck away for a quickie with your hubby. I can almost guarantee baldy will have his eyes glued to the door as we go back in.”
He was looking and I looked over at Gloria and saw that she noticed and it caused her to blush which was a nice touch. On the way home that night Gloria said, “Still think I’m a conspiracy nut?”
“I don’t know Glory, it could be a coincidence.”
She gave me a funny look. “Why did you call me that?”
“What?”
“Glory. You called me Glory.”
“Just trying it out.”
“Why?”
“Because we are madly in love and should have pet names for each other. After tonight I’m going to have to act more affectionate in public. Touch you more, gaze lovingly at you and make the people the people around us sick to their stomachs with all the lovey-dovey shit. Somehow sweetlips, babycakes and hot stuff don’t seem to suit you while Glory does.”
She was quiet for a while and then she said, “What did you mean when you said I’d been doing it for years?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Your erection when you stopped me coming back from the john.”
“Oh that.”
“Yes, that. Just what did you mean?”
“Just that I, like every other guy who works at Stearns had the hots for you.”
“Had, not have?”
“Get serious Gloria. You felt it, you know the answer to that.”
The rest of the ride home was made in silence.
Jumal was waiting up for us when we got home. He and Gloria headed for the wet bar in the dining room and I headed for my room. I was just sliding under the covers when Jumal and Gloria walked into the room.
“Slide over Jack and make room for me and your wife. She wants her cunt licked and I want to watch you do it, but you know the rules.”
Well, it was in the script as I had described it to Gloria way back when so I moved over and made room for them. Then I reached over to the nightstand and picked up the book that I had been reading, propped myself up and pretended to ignore them while reading. I did my best to hide the erection that seeing Gloria’s naked body and hearing her moans gave me. When Jumal finished and pulled out he sneered at me and said, “All yours now hubby.” I rolled over to keep my hard cock hidden and I went to work eating Gloria’s pussy. The Gods were on my side that night and as I munched away on Gloria’s cum muffin she had two loud orgasms – louder than the one orgasm she had when Jumal fucked her. When Gloria pushed me away, “Enough Jack, enough” I rolled over, picked up my book and pretended to read it until the two of them were gone. As soon as the door closed behind them I beat myself raw.
That night was the first and last time that Jumal fucked Gloria in front of me and it was also the first and last time he watched me eat her pussy. I guess his ego was too fragile for him to handle my giving Gloria bigger and more orgasms with my tongue than he gave her with his dick. What he didn’t know and what I sure wasn’t going to tell him was that it rarely happened. Like I said, the gods were on my side that night.
The next six months flew by with not much changing. I say not much, but there was a small change. Gloria made more trips to my room at night. It went from two or three times a week to five and sometimes six times and the visits themselves were just a tad different. Where before Gloria had come into the room and had then wakened me by playing with my cock until I was awake and then sitting on my face, now she stroked me until I woke up and then she kept stroking me for a while before moving up to be eaten. Then came the night that she kept stroking me until I came. She wiped her hand on my sheet and then sat on my face. After that night she jacked me off once or twice a week. Nothing was ever said, not then and not on the ride to work the next day.
Sally Ann was an insatiable slut and she kept me drained. A couple of times Gloria asked me if I wanted to get another girl from the book and I told her no. I wasn’t sure, but I got the feeling that she thought that I might be having too much fun with Sally. I couldn’t help but wonder if she might be just a touch jealous that her husband was having such a good time with another woman.
Our charade seemed to be working and almost everyone seemed to buy that we were a happily married and loving couple. I say almost everyone because I still saw Moser closely watching us. I had a bad feeling about him and the more I saw him the worse that feeling got. There was just something about him that set my teeth on edge.
And then one day I found out that my feelings were justified.