“Let’s check out that hypothesis,” I said.
I rolled a condom over my cock and slowly submerged it into Sharon’s tight sheath. After fucking her for an hour, I asked, “What’s the verdict, cock or tongue?”
“Cock, definitely cock,” she moaned.
I slammed into her one last time as I throbbed my load into the rubber. She spasmed again.
“So tell me,” I asked when her orgasm ebbed, “are you tired.”
“Exhausted.”
“Now you know why the wife fell asleep. Of course, I had to fuck her again in the morning.”
“What did the husband say about that?”
“I wasn’t privy to that conversation with his wife, but I asked his permission first and he said ‘yes’, so he didn’t raise a stink with me.”
“Why would he do that?”
“Perhaps he wanted his wife to experience what you did.”
“Awfully generous of him.”
“I don’t understand it myself, but considering how often I fucked around on my wife, I shouldn’t raise a stink if she wanted to cheat on me. Let’s just say it’s complicated.”
“You’re married?”
“Not anymore. Annulled as of Friday.”
“Thank God I didn’t fuck a married man. That would be low.”
“She still forgave her best friend for fucking me, but that was the last straw as far as I was concerned. Unless you want to spend the night, you might want to go back to your room, but I warn you, if you’re still here in the morning, I will fuck you again.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?”
“A promise. I need to maintain my bad boy reputation.”
“It’s an early start tomorrow. I guess I’ll leave. Can we set another date for tomorrow night?”
“What time?”
“I don’t have to entertain clients tomorrow night. Take you out to dinner?”
“I’m game. I’ll be ready by five.”
“I’ll meet you down in the lobby at 5:30.”
“Take care, Sharon,” I said as she left.
******
Another good work out the following day. No women using the hotel gym, though, just men. Disappointing, but at least I could look forward to the evening. Or so I thought. I received a call from Sharon at around three telling me we had to postpone our plans; a client had a problem with the software just installed and she had to troubleshoot the problem until a solution was found.
“It could end up being an hour or seven. I’ll call you back if it’s less than two, but I anticipate longer and I don’t want you on the hook. I’ll make it up to you on Wednesday. I’ll even spend the night.”
“If I’m available,” I replied, “I’ll be happy to take you up on your offer.”
“If? You aren’t planning on replacing me already, are you?”
“I was planning on replacing you the moment I met you, darling. I already told you I’m not marital material. I’m a bee looking to pollinate as many flowers as possible and taste as much honey as I can. Don’t look at me as anything other than a sex toy you have to share with a lot of other women. If I’d met another woman in the gym today, I would have spent the afternoon boinking her before we went out. About all I’ll promise you, is if we make a date, I’ll keep it, but not if it’s a date for a wedding.”
“That’s blunt.”
“Honesty is the best policy. That way, I don’t have to keep track of the lies and who I told them to.”
“At least it’s a refreshing change of pace. I’ll call you if I get done early enough to fuck tonight.”
There was another phone call at quarter to five from none other than Laura Smith.
“Bryce, my husband would like to meet with you.”
“Why isn’t he calling me?”
“You don’t know him. I didn’t know if you’d accept his call.”
“I don’t know you either except in the biblical sense.”
Was it possible to hear someone blush over the phone. I could swear Laura did. She sounded flustered when our conversation continued.
“I – that is Phillip, thought, we should know more about you – if we were to choose you, to, you know…”
“Breed you,” I finished for her.
Silence for a few seconds. “Yes, that.”
“I want you to put Phillip on the phone. From now on, if there’s something you need, Phillip makes the call. How can I reassure him I’m not going behind his back trying to steal his wife away from him, if I’m having conversations with you he’s not privy to. All contact with me will be made through him from now on. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Then put him on.”
Phillip must have been in the same room with her because he was on the phone in mere seconds.
“Would it be possible to meet?” Phillip said.
“I just had a dinner reservation cancel a short time ago. I’m willing to meet for dinner or drinks afterward or both.”
“Dinner and drinks would be acceptable.”
“Do you know where I’m staying?”
“Laura informed me.”
“Good girl. The Daniel’s Broiler restaurant here is top notch. Why don’t you meet me here at the scene of the crime. Can you be here by six?
“Yes.”
“Come alone. Once you and Laura have made the decision to involve me in your lives, I don’t want any back channel communication with her. I want you to feel confident that you know what is happening at all times. As I told you before, I’m not interested in Laura as anything other than a fuck partner, and only with your permission. If there is something you want or need, you tell me. Leave Laura out of it.”
“I understand. I’ll see you at six.”
“You know what I look like. I’ll be in the restaurant waiting for you. It’s on the second floor.”
Let’s see now; what to wear to impress the husband? Not the usual, trying to show off my physique. A business suit perhaps. My navy blue pinstripe Armani suit should work well.
I was already seated when the hostess brought Phillip to the table. I stood to shake hands with him and invited him to take a seat. He was tall, at least my height, slim, patrician, old school money, handsome. Laura hadn’t been lying about that. Perhaps just below movie star/model handsome, assured in probably all ways, except possibly sexually, given what I knew.
“I expected you’d be wearing something different,” he said, sitting across the table from me.
“It was my belief you might underestimate me given how we made our acquaintance. I don’t want you to do that.”
Phillip ordered a single malt scotch, then perused the menu.
“Do you have any recommendations?” he asked.
“I haven’t had a bad meal yet,” I replied. “You’ll probably be satisfied with whatever you order.”
“How long have you been staying here?”
“A little over three weeks.”
“That can’t be cheap.”
“It’s not.”
“Inherited?”
“Self made. I created and sold three internet startups, the first before I finished college.”
“So smart?”
“Smart enough.”
“You don’t look like a nerd.”
“Looks can be deceiving,” I said. “You don’t look like a willing cuckold.”
A low blow, but he recovered quickly. A slight smile formed, and he said, “I imagine not.”
“And I’m not a gigolo, which is what you might have been thinking. I don’t live off of women, or their husbands. In fact, Laura is the first woman who I’ve had sex with, who I knew positively, was married. I was a little lost imagining anyone married to such a special woman would knowingly encourage her to seek sex with another man.
“I do, however, enjoy sex a great deal, and if a woman isn’t wearing a wedding ring, I’ll zero in on her like a heat seeking missile. I have almost no scruples when it comes to seduction, the wedding ring being about the only one. I’ve been with another woman since Laura, a woman staying at the hotel on business. She’s the date I had tonight which got broken due to a software issue. I’ll probably continue having sex with her until her business trip is over. And anyone else I might run across as long as I’m here.