Toxic Attraction Ch. 10

An adult stories – Toxic Attraction Ch. 10 by DonSilver,DonSilver It felt like it had been hours since the impromptu Saturday morning company meeting ended. Dan just sat there in his apartment kitchen, dazed, staring at the black computer screen. It had long since powered down due to inactivity.

No matter how many times Dan went over the numbers in his head, there just was no way to make the financials of the new situation work. He still couldn’t believe his company was cutting his salary by 40% and expected him to react with a smile for the good of the company.

He was going to have some words with Walt when he saw him on Monday. The hard truth of the matter was that his family had just reached some level of stability. With the pay cut, there was no way they could afford their mortgage payments and the rent on the apartment. If Dan moved back to Middleton, then they’d eventually lose the house. Back home, there simply wasn’t any work to be found in his field or any other jobs that he would be qualified for.

He sat there in what felt like a catatonic state, his brain trying to process and find a solution. Perhaps he’d have to find a second job to try to make ends meet. He couldn’t believe, at this stage in his life and with the experiences he had behind him, that this was something he even had to consider. It felt like he was backsliding and the walls were closing in. The idea of him standing behind a counter taking a fast food order from a group of teenagers felt utterly humiliating to him.

Dan unconsciously ground his teeth together at the realization that his sabotage of Jessie could have very likely tipped the scales. Without the regular cash flow from the Lincoln Group, it seemed like the company couldn’t make ends meet.

He continued to sit there in his near catatonic state until he heard stirring from the other end of the apartment. Sarah must be getting up. He could keep sitting here, eventually, she would come to find him.

What if Lester intercepted her first? That was the last thing he needed, his creepy roommate trying something this morning. Dan knew he’d played a fairly passive role the previous night, just allowing the events to unfold, but he wasn’t sure he would be able to hold back his frustration and rage if Lester crossed his path today.

Dan was relieved when he heard the bathroom door close. After a few minutes, he finally stood up, shut his laptop and left the kitchen. As he started to cross the living room, his radiant wife stepped out of the bathroom and turned to look in his direction.

An alluring smile spread across her features as she made eye contact. Even in her pajamas and her messy hair she still looked better than most of the women Dan encountered on a regular basis.

“Morning, baby,” Sarah said as she walked towards him. “How did you sleep? I was thinking maybe we can grab dinner tonight and talk about what happened yesterday. I brought that black dress and I was thinking –”

Sarah stopped in her tracks as she entered the living room. She could tell something was wrong with him. “Dan, what’s the matter?”

Dan felt his shoulders involuntarily slump forward as he exhaled a long breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. It felt like the walls of the apartment were closing in around him. “Let’s sit.” Sarah eyed him warily, knowing that something was amiss but unsure what it could be.

Dan motioned toward the couch and sat down. It dawned on him that he had avoided sitting here earlier but he just needed to sit anywhere other than in front of his laptop screen.

Sarah sat across from him, her body turned in his direction with a mask of worry on her face. “Dan, what’s going on, you’re scaring me. Did things go too far last night? I thought they kind of did at the end. It’s always about you, I’m trying to turn you on.”

Dan held up his hand, causing Sarah to stop talking. He focused his eyes on the couch between them. “No, it’s not that. I mean, yeah, we need to talk about that, I still can’t believe it, but no, this is something else. Work sent a message this morning asking everyone to jump on a call.”

He took a breath and continued, “Anyway, most people in the company got on there and the head of HR started talking about the company and our loyalty to it but in the end, she announced everyone in the company was getting their wages reduced by forty percent.”

Dan finally looked up and met his wife’s gaze.

“Forty percent,” Sarah said angrily. “Forty percent? They can’t do that, Dan! That’s huge! We can’t….that’s a lot of money. Dan, I..I don’t know what to say. Fucking bastards – that’s going to kill us.”

“I know,” Dan sighed. He had worked so hard over the past few months to keep his company afloat and now he felt like the boulder he’d been carrying was finally about to crush him.

“Why?” Sarah said, her voice now sounding more scared than angry. “Why did they do that? What reason did they give?”

“Business is a lot slower than expected and they’ve lost a few clients lately.” Dan omitted that the pull-out by the Lincoln Group had likely played a big part in all of this.

“Okay…okay,” Sarah said, as she leaped from the couch and ran into the bedroom. A minute later, she returned with her phone along with a pen and notepad. She sat back down and immediately started writing on the notepad. Dan stayed silent, knowing she was likely doing the same calculations he had been running through.

Finally, she looked up at him. “Dan…I don’t know how we make this work.”

“I don’t know either.”

“This is bad timing. Really bad timing. I just registered the girls in swimming lessons and the fee isn’t refundable. I was banking on paying off the card with your next paycheck before our mortgage gets taken out. Fuck, what do we do.”

“We’ll figure something out,” Dan mumbled, his eyes unfocused. They had always figured something out, right? He tried to tell himself this would be just like all those other times, but he was having trouble convincing himself.

He felt warm hands on his. He looked down and saw Sarah’s tender hands encircling his. The image of her hand around Lester’s cock from the previous night flashed into his mind.

Dan looked up at his wife. She had closed the distance between them and was sitting right next to him. She was looking up into his eyes with a determined smile on her face. He knew she wasn’t really feeling brave but was putting on a confident front for his sake.

“You are right,” she said firmly. “We will figure it out, that’s what we do. We’ll look for some areas to cut back and see what other moves we can make. I might have some stuff in the basement I could put on Facebook marketplace to help cover some bills. We’ll figure it out.”

The sound of a door opening caused the couple to pause. Lester emerged from the hallway, wearing only a ratty pair of boxers that caused his naked stomach to bulge out, “Hey, there…”

“Not now, Lester,” Sarah snapped at him. She turned her attention back to Dan.

“Hey,” Lester said, throwing his hands up in frustration. “What did I do now? Buyer’s remorse for all my cum you drank last night?”

Dan watched Sarah’s face turn beet red. She turned back to Lester, “No, Lester, not everything is about you. Got it? Dan just got some bad news from work and we are working on figuring it out, okay?”

“Okay, okay,” Lester said, trying to walk back his previous comments, “That sucks. What was the news?”

“Pay cut,” Sarah said with her back to him. She was focused on the figures on the notepad in front of her.

“Ouch,” Lester said as he walked backwards out of the room. Dan heard his door shut.

Sarah sighed and put down her notepad. “I’m sorry, I just wasn’t expecting this.”

“I know,” Dan said reassuringly. “Neither was I.”

“Well, the good news is, I can already think of a few ways to cut some expenses. It’s going to hurt but we can manage it. It still won’t get us all the way but maybe I can pick up some extra hours or figure something else out. But there is one thing I want to ask you and just see what you think.”

“Shoot,” Dan said.

“Do you think we should update your resume?” Sarah asked. “It’s been months since you started here, maybe there are some new things out there.”

Dan sat back, closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. The last time he had applied for jobs had been a grueling endeavor. Hundreds of applications, dozens of resume tweaks, dead-end interview after dead-end interview. He hated the process and didn’t want to go through it again.

“Yeah,” he finally said with a sigh. “Yeah, we probably should do that. You’re right, there might be something better out there and we aren’t even looking for it.”

Sarah smiled reassuringly. God, she is beautiful.

“Okay,” Sarah said, grabbing her phone. “Let’s do this. We’ll look at jobs and when we get a bunch of them, you apply and then I’ll look at our expenses.” The worried look was gone from his wife’s face and Dan felt a little better about their outlook as well.

Dan and Sarah spent the next several hours camped out in the living room. Dan was on his laptop going through LinkedIn, noting jobs in Chicago that he would apply for and even some remote opportunities. He wasn’t qualified for everything, but he would take a shot anyway. He reached out to old colleagues to start a dialogue, hoping their companies might have openings.

Sarah was on her phone across from him, looking at open jobs in Middleton. Dan was overqualified for all of them and none were in his field. She expanded her search and noted down a few in Chicago.

Dan smiled as he watched Sarah scribble something down on the notepad. She was like a bloodhound on a mission. He loved how she immediately threw herself into figuring a way out of their problems. He loved her tenacity.

As he watched her work, he knew that eventually, everything would end up okay.

***

“Darkspire!” Ned croaked through Lester’s headset. “We need to pull back, we lost our tank. That stupid 3lfReuns guy isn’t healing us, we’re gonna get screwed.”

Lester absentmindedly began moving his avatar after Ned’s. They were playing with some lower-level members of their guild. Their Chicago-based players in their usual crew weren’t on tonight. Lester was much more interested in what was happening on the small screen in the corner of his display.

He enlarged it to get a better sense of what was going on. The network traffic on the apartment’s wifi was busier than normal. Aside from Lester’s usual activities, there was a ton of traffic going to LinkedIn, Indeed, other job boards and what looked like company websites.

Lester reached out and grabbed a pen along with a stained paper towel he had been using to clean his Cheeto fingers. He started to scribble down some of the company names he was noticing, putting an asterisk next to anywhere he noticed traffic going to an application or thank you page.

It looked like the Williamses were trying to get Dan a new job. That tracked after what they’d told Lester earlier. He grinned as he thought about the news that Dan had received a pay cut at work. He could almost smell the desperation emanating from the young couple in the living room.

Desperation was an element Lester knew all about. Especially where best to push to exploit it. Lester chuckled to himself. It’s too easy.

If there was a god, Lester didn’t think he was what people normally imagined. He must be some kind of deviant given the gifts and opportunities that kept falling in Lester’s lap.

He barely registered Ned whining in his ear, “Darkspire come on, what are you doing? We’re going to die here. I’ll leave you if I have to. Lester! Come on.”

This news presented a new angle for Lester, one he hadn’t considered before but which could fit perfectly into Phase Two of his plans. He needed to isolate Sarah while simultaneously keeping his thumb on Dan’s fantasy, making sure he stoked the fires just enough for Dan to submit. It would be like walking a tightrope, but he was confident. More than that, he loved the chase.

Lester decided to accelerate his timeline and put a new plan into motion. Part of him whispered caution but he decided to push forward anyway.

“Lester? You there, man?” Lester finished his ruminations and realized at some point his character needed to respawn.

“Yeah,” Lester answered. “I just got distracted.”

“Okay, just let me know next time, okay? We didn’t both need to die there.” Ned almost sounded apologetic. “Hey, I was talking to PhilWizard earlier today.”

“Why do you still talk to him?” Lester rolled his eyes as he quickly switched over to Discord. He noticed several unread messages next to Cronos’ conversation.

“Well, he is our DM for one. Anyway, we’re going to try to get a game on the books for next month. Just wanted to confirm if you can come.”

Lester looked at the unread messages and closed the browser. He didn’t want to deal with those issues right now. Focusing on what Cronos wanted was something he’d handle later. “I’ll be there, just tell Phil he needs to wrap up this dumb campaign soon.”

Ned said something else but Lester noted a few more sites coming across his wifi network that he had to write down. Putting the pen down, he opened one of the drawers in his desk and pulled out a scrunched-up black silk robe. He brought it to his nose and inhaled the delectable scent of Sarah Williams. His boxers strained to hold in his swelling erection.

***

“What about this one?” Sarah leaned over and showed Dan her phone. It was a job listing that was in his field but something much more specialized than he was used to. He smiled and shook his head, idly stroking her back in appreciation.

Sarah leaned back over to her spot on the couch and kept scrolling. He loved how dedicated and committed she was to solving this problem even though she really didn’t understand his industry. Still, he appreciated that he wasn’t doing this alone. He hated searching for jobs and dreaded the entire process.

He realized he was gripping his laptop too tightly. He relaxed his hands, remembering it wasn’t his computer that was jeopardizing the future of his family. It was Walt and the other execs, but Dan couldn’t help but wonder if some of the blame fell on him also. They were in trouble well before this incident. It’s not your fault.

He tried to remind himself that he wasn’t solely to blame. It made sense but he still felt a pit in his stomach.

The sound of plodding fat feet growing closer broke Dan’s concentration. Dan didn’t look up, hoping that Lester was just going to the kitchen to stuff his face. To his dismay, however, the sound of the fat troll’s trajectory kept moving towards them.

Dan’s eyes flicked up from his computer screen in time to see Lester’s weak arms snaking their way over the couch, his hands moving over Sarah’s shoulders. His wife flinched at his roommate’s touch, but not as much as Dan would have hoped.

“Lester, what are you doing?” Sarah said as she tried to pry herself free of his grasp.

“You looked tense earlier,” Lester grinned, “I was just thinking of a few ways we could relieve that for you.”

Dan watched as his roommate took liberties with his wife, his skin connecting with hers. He felt himself being pulled back down into that trance-like state of their previous few encounters. The pit in his stomach started to grow, getting warmer. His rage and frustration were bubbling up.

Before Dan fully realized what he was doing, he was on his feet. His laptop was pushed off his lap onto the couch next to him. He quickly closed the distance to his wife and Lester. Lester looked shocked and took a step back, releasing Sarah from his grip.

“Not today, Lester. It’s not a good time,” Dan barked, his finger pointed at his roommate. “And besides, you don’t just get to do that! Get that through your head. This isn’t some weird arrangement now where you can just come onto my wife anytime you like, got it?”

Lester put his hands up defensively, feigning innocence. “I just thought I’d be helpful, is all, you know with all the money woes and everything going on.”

“That,” Dan paused, gritting his teeth and looking to the side trying to find the right words, “…that isn’t any of your business.”

“Well, it is my business if my roommate can’t make the rent.” Something had changed in Lester’s demeanor but Dan couldn’t quite place it. He didn’t seem like his meek self. “I’d hate to have to tell the landlord we’re going to miss the rent this month.”

“That’s not going to happen,” Sarah chimed in, now turning to face Lester as well. “We’re going to figure it out.”

“No doubt, no doubt,” Lester said, pacing the room and shaking his head, putting more distance between himself and Dan. “I’m sure you guys will figure it all out and this will just blow over.”

“We will,” Dan said, turning away from Lester. He wasn’t in the mood for whatever game this guy was playing. But he was unable to completely block out the thought of the way Lester had positioned and spoken to his wife the previous night. Dan felt the nudging of desire, to see that happen again. If he just relaxed and let things play out, who knew what could happen right now?

But Dan couldn’t listen to that voice. If he had stopped listening to that earlier they might not be in this mess. Jesse wouldn’t have seen the conversation and pushed Sarah into Lester’s flabby arms.

As Dan grabbed his computer and started to sit, Lester said, “Of course, I could help.”

“Help us, how?” Sarah asked, narrowing her eyes as she tried to figure out what Lester was up to. Dan set his computer to one side and looked up at his roommate.

“Spit it out, Lester, what are you playing at here?” Dan felt tired and impatient. He wanted to get back to putting out new resumes.

“Hey, if you guys are in a position to turn away help right now, that’s fine. Sorry that I offered.” Lester started to walk back towards his bedroom. Dan didn’t budge, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of making him stop.

Sarah looked quickly at Dan and then back over at Lester. “Hey, wait. What do you mean, help?”

Dan could have sworn he saw another grin appear on the side of Lester’s face. When he turned fully around, though, it was gone. “I was just thinking that I could help you out. With rent. I could cover your half until you figure things out.”

“And why would you do that?” Dan asked. He felt his blood begin to boil, thinking about where Lester could be taking this. He also felt his arousal flaring up, trying desperately to pull him back down into that chair and watch. He was grateful his tee shirt was draped over his crotch, hiding whatever effect this interaction might be having on him.

Lester, for once, looked uncomfortable. “Can I talk to you for a second? Privately? Sorry, Sarah, I need to speak to your husband man to man.”

Sarah waved him off, returning to the job hunt. She knew her husband would share whatever Lester told him.

Lester went with Dan into the kitchen area and spoke softly,”I hate to see my roommate in a pinch. It’s just not good for the morale of the apartment, it’s bad energy.” Lester’s eyes flicked briefly in Sarah’s direction, confirming Dan’s suspicions. “And, of course, there are some ways you could pay me back.”

“Like with a loan agreement and some interest?” Dan asked sarcastically. He wasn’t buying Lester’s delicate manner.

Lester smiled. “That’s not exactly what I had in mind.”

Dan responded flatly. “If you think I am going to pimp my wife out to you just so you can cover my half of the rent, you have another think coming. That isn’t going to fly, I’m not going to let you fuck her like an escort just to cover our ass. Not happening.” He’d made his anger clear. In response, Lester turned slightly away from the living room to ensure only Dan heard him.

“Listen, I didn’t want to say this in front of your wife, but you could really help me out here. Lizzie… that girl really broke my heart – she was gone so quickly. We had so many plans. And Sarah, you’ve gotta feel like an incredible stud when you’re out and she’s next to you. People must think you’ve got it all figured out. I admit, I got a little of how that could be with Lizzie. And with all this fantasy play, I thought maybe you’d be open to share a bit of how you feel when she’s out with you. Would that be too much? I really don’t like talking about my feelings or asking for help.”

Dan stood in the small kitchen thinking the proposal through. He knew in his bones this was a bad idea that would only invite this odd troll further into their lives. He tried to quiet his lustful urges – he knew where that direction led. But they needed help and Lester was offering. Dan decided that the best course was to make the decision with his wife. He didn’t trust himself to handle this correctly. Dan turned to the living room.

“Sarah, baby, Lester, uh, wants to take you out on a date.”

“Dates,” Lester corrected, now facing Sarah.

Sarah’s eyes grew wide, knowing now what the catch to Lester’s help would be. She frowned and crossed her arms over her chest, trying to conceal her curves.

“It isn’t like that,” Lester said, holding his hands up in front of him. “I don’t want this to seem crude..”

His body language shifted again, his shoulders hunched forward and he stared at the ground. “I mean, yes, I enjoy my time with Sarah and I’ve enjoyed helping you two with your fantasy and all. But that’s not what I’m offering.” Lester paused, trying to approximate how what he said next should sound. He spoke haltingly. “Ever since Lizzie left me, I’ve just been sort of lonely here. I was hoping that if I helped with rent, I could take Sarah out once in a while.”

Dan knew he shouldn’t stand for this, but that darker part of him got the better of him. He asked, “What do you mean ‘out’?”

“Like on a real date?” Sarah said, raising an eyebrow.

The thought of Lester leaving the apartment seemed preposterous to both of them.

“Exactly,” Lester said, looking Dan’s wife in the eyes. “Just a normal date with no expectations for anything else. Only some companionship.”

Silence hung in the air as the three of them stood there. Dan narrowed his eyes at Lester, trying to figure him out. He had sorely underestimated Lester during their earlier encounters. He’d done the same with Jesse. Now he was trying to read the angles a little better.

“So?” Lester finally broke the silence, looking at Sarah, “What do you think?”

“I, uh,” Sarah said, looking between Dan and Lester. “We’ll talk about it.”

Lester nodded and stalked back to his room. As Dan heard the door shut he looked at his wife, his eyebrows raised.

“Are we really considering this?” Dan felt tired. “We can’t trust him, do we even know if he has the money to cover it?”

“I feel like he does, but we can always ask him to prove it,” Sarah said. “This is just not what I was expecting. I thought we would just spend the rest of the day applying for jobs, not entertaining an offer from Lester.”

“An offer to pimp you out,” Dan muttered.

“He did just say ‘date’. I don’t really like it either. I know I can handle him, but just the idea of leaving you here to go out with him… it feels icky.” Sarah sat back down, trying to distract herself with her cell phone.

“Let’s go over the numbers again,” Dan said. “If we keep all the bills the same, minus the areas you think we can cut, how long before we have to dip into our savings?”

Sarah sighed and looked up at him. “Honestly, we were barely keeping our heads above water before. I was going around the house like a hawk keeping the lights off to try and keep the bills low. I feel like we’ll be dipping into what’s left of our savings by next month.”

One month. That’s all the time Dan had before they started to deplete their meager savings. If he somehow got a miracle job interview this week, it would still probably be a while before they hired him, and who knew for how much? If he took Lester’s offer they could take his reduced paycheck and build their savings back up, little by little. Enough to buy themselves some time.

He looked at Sarah. The expression on her face made him think she had done the same calculus.

“If,” Dan said, raising one finger, “if we were to entertain Lester’s offer. It would buy us some time. We would only do it for a little bit until we figure out our next move here.”

“Not everybody gets a chance like this,” Sarah added, “I bet a lot of your colleagues are going to be in worse off shape. We can make this work, we’ll figure it out.”

“Okay, fuck, I don’t like it, but okay,” Dan said as he stood up and passed Sarah on his way toward Lester’s room. He knocked on the door and after a few seconds, Lester cracked it open.

“Yes?” Lester said, almost like he was pretending to have forgotten their last conversation.

“Sarah and I talked about it and we might consider taking you up on your offer. Can you really afford it?” Dan asked.

“One second,” Lester said, closing his door. Dan stood there waiting around like a jackass. Lester opened the door and handed Dan a wad of cash. “Here, that should cover your half of the rent.”

Normally Dan just paid his rent through his bank. Seeing the actual dollar bills in his hand made him pause for a second. It was a lot of money to hold in his hand, especially with how tight things had been the past four years.

“You,” Dan started, “you…just keep stacks of cash lying around your apartment?”

Lester narrowed his eyes at him. “I try not to advertise it, thank you.”

“Okay, got it,” Dan said, breaking his gaze on the cash in his hand. He looked up into Lester’s beady eyes. “I guess we have a deal. But remember, it’s just dates. No funny business.”

“If that’s what Sarah wants,” Lester smirked. “Oh, and I forgot one thing. The first date is tonight.”

“Tonight?” Dan said. “That’s too soon.”

“I just gave you a bunch of cash to cover your rent, I’d say I earned it. Besides that covers this month’s rent and you could have Sarah stay back home the rest of the month.”

“Tell her we leave at eight.” Lester shut his door, effectively ending the conversation.

Dan stood there facing the closed door. This offer felt too good to be true. As he walked back to the living room he wondered which of the predicaments he found himself in was worse.

***

“This feels weird,” Dan sat on his bed, watching Sarah as she got dressed.

“I know,” his wife said as she stood in front of the full-length mirror, wearing just a sheer black thing with lace trim that framed her ass perfectly and a strapless bra that unclasped in the front. For a strapless bra, Dan was impressed with how well it pushed her breasts up, creating an impressive cleavage. She was applying her lipstick, one of the last phases of her makeup routine. “Like you said, it’s only for the short term while we figure things out.”

“Yeah…” Dan said, staring at his wife. She looked incredibly sexy as always, but he just couldn’t imagine her out with Lester in public. For so long this situation had been contained inside this apartment where he felt he had some level of control over it. There hadn’t been many times when he had just left Sarah alone with Lester either. “Do you have to get all dolled up? You look really sexy right now, I just feel weird you are doing all this for him.”

Sarah turned and looked at him. “Are you implying I don’t usually look this sexy?”

She started to walk toward him with her sultry bedroom eyes, the ones that meant he was either in trouble or about to get lucky.

“Uh, you know what I mean,” Dan said, trying to hold her gaze.

“This isn’t for Lester,” Sarah continued, closing the distance between them. “This is for me. As much as I’d love to just throw my hair in a bun and go in my sweatpants, I like looking somewhat presentable when I go out. I don’t particularly like anyone looking at me and thinking I look like a mess.”

“You’ve never looked like a mess one day in your life,” Dan added.

“Exactly,” Sarah said as she sat down on the bed next to him. “I’ll have this little ‘date’ with Lester. It’s kind of sad, really. Anyway, when I get back, I’m all yours. I think I finished up earlier today.”

“Finished up, meaning..” Things finally clicked for Dan. “You are off your week?”

Sarah nodded. “So let’s have Lester pay for rent this month and pay for whatever it is we are doing tonight. And then when I come back, you get to take me to bed while he listens in from the next room.”

Dan smiled at that. “You’re evil.”

Sarah laughed and the sexy, mischievous look returned to her face. She got up from the bed and grabbed the dress that was hanging up waiting for her. She’d already ironed it. As she began to put it on, Dan felt his erection growing; it looked incredibly sexy on her, even though on the hanger it had masqueraded as conservative formal wear.

The black dress exposed Sarah’s bare shoulders and the top of her chest. The neckline sat right on her breasts, just covering the strapless bra underneath. There was a single sequined strap that was part of the dress before it changed into a gold chain that ran over her shoulders. The dress hugged her midsection and hips before draping down and falling past her knees. Somehow the subtle lines of the dress kept the focus on her curves.

“Can you zip me up?” Sarah asked, turning her back to him. The tight material of the dress stretched over her ass. Dan knew that men would be drooling over her tonight and he wouldn’t be there to protect her, or even to watch it happen. The dress had a small slit in the back between her legs that exposed the backs of her knees and a bit of thigh.

Dan adjusted himself as he stepped over and zipped up the back of her dress. “God, you look amazing.” Dan pressed himself into his wife’s covered backside, showing her how hard she’d made him.

Sarah smiled as she reached over and grabbed her earrings. “Mmmhm, thank you.” She pushed her ass back into him, signaling her anticipation for their post-date fun.

She slipped on a pair of black heels and then applied the final touch to her outfit, sliding her wedding ring onto her finger. “Going to miss me?”

“Terribly,” Dan said. “I still can’t believe we are going through with this. This isn’t how I expected today to go.”

“I know,” Sarah said, stepping up to him and cupping his cheek. “Me neither. But we’ve always figured out how to move forward in the past. This is just a little speed bump before we get back on track.”

Dan sighed, “You’re right.” He took a second and then asked. “Hon, do you still have the videos of you and Lester? That you made… that night?” He tried not to sound too plaintive, but his eyes belied a hint of desperation. “Maybe they’d help get me going so I’ll be ready when you get back.”

“Oh, no baby, I’m sorry. I deleted them. That it happened was a mistake and I didn’t feel right with them still on my phone.” Sarah’s eyes were downcast as she gave her husband a peck on the cheek. She’d deleted the videos Thursday night, afraid that her bath time ritual of watching what she’d done with Lester was becoming too routine.

Dan nodded, an understanding look on his face. He seemed ready to accept that the moment was lost. “Alright, let’s get on with this then.”

The couple exited the bedroom and walked out to the living room, Sarah’s heels clicking on the hardwood floor. It took ten minutes before Lester emerged from his bedroom, finally ready. Dan scoffed, thinking back to the rule that you never make a good-looking woman wait.

Lester had obviously tried his best to look nice but was still a mess. His clothes appeared new but the proportions looked off; the black pants and button-up navy dress shirt looked too big on him, like he was trying to hide his shambling body. Lester had tried to slick his hair to the side, but it looked unnatural and oily. He’d neglected to shave his stubble which covered part of his face and ran down the length of his neck. Dan almost felt sorry for the guy.

“Ready to go?” Lester asked, wearing his patented shit-eating grin. For a little bridge troll, this guy sure did have an outsized level of confidence.

“I am,” Sarah responded, stepping up to Dan and purposely planting a long kiss on his lips. Dan knew the kiss was meant to reassure him but was also a deliberate play in front of Lester, signifying her love and commitment to her husband.

“Where are you going?” Dan asked.

“Dinner. Italian spot in Little Italy. Very romantic.” Lester said.

Dan rolled his eyes, continuing to hold Sarah in his arms. He looked into her eyes and then whispered into her ear, “Have fun, and hurry back.”

“I will, I love you.” Sarah smiled. She grabbed her clutch and walked out the door that Lester was holding open.

As the door swung shut on its own, Dan was standing in the apartment alone. “I love you, too.”

He stood there for a few seconds, his brain catching up with his immediate problems, trying to sort through them. I need to keep moving forward.

Dan grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen and sat down in one of the living room chairs. He’d remembered to avoid the couch this time. He opened his laptop and began looking through the job boards again, trying to find any new openings he might’ve missed earlier. Given that it was the weekend, no new jobs were popping out to him. He shifted tactics and reached back out to some old colleagues, seeing if anything was open or was about to open up at their firms. He tried to stay preoccupied and tried not to think about his wife out with his roommate, but his thoughts inevitably betrayed him.

The idea of Sarah and Lester walking into a restaurant and people assuming that she was his made his skin crawl. Though the predictable erection still began to form in his pants. He needed to get this fantasy under control.

He pictured Lester’s hand on her bare back as he guided her towards their table, his eyes on her perfect ass as she slid into her seat. Standing next to her as she was seated, her face at the same level as his crotch. Lester pulling her into a back room…

Dan set his computer aside and went back into the kitchen. This time instead of water, he poured himself a glass of whiskey. He downed it in one gulp.

His thoughts drifted back to the previous night and his inaction; he had just sat there and watched as Lester did what he wanted with Sarah. This wasn’t the first time he’d reacted this way, like a passive bystander watching events unfold in front of him. He’d known for a long time now that he’d wanted to see Sarah in a situation like this. Part of him felt like if he said anything, he would risk ruining the fantasy playing out in front of him. The other part of him just wanted to stay in the shadows and watch how his wife reacted without him there, seeing her fully give in to her lust.

Dan poured himself a second glass and headed back to his laptop. He had to keep moving forward.

***

Sarah and Lester rode down the elevator in silence. It was awkward but Sarah barely noticed, her thoughts dominated by the new financial reality that she found herself in. She just wanted an opportunity to take a breath away from the stress they’d experienced the last couple of years.

It felt like the hits kept coming. Not only was Dan away from them, but now the job he had taken as a compromise was cutting his pay. Their income was already less than they were used to; she wondered how they were going to dig themselves out of this hole.

The elevator doors opened and Lester held them open as she exited. Sarah clasped her coat tightly as they walked across the windy parking lot. Lester led her to a black SUV tucked behind the side of the building. He fumbled opening the passenger door and then let her in. At least he was trying to play the part of the gentleman.

Sarah slid over the leather seat as Lester closed the door. She noted that the car’s interior needed a good cleaning, it was dusty and there were some fast food wrappers in the backseat; the cupholders were filled with receipts and old fountain drinks.

She’d have to talk to him about cleaning out his car before they went on their next date, otherwise she would insist on taking an Uber. Why am I thinking about there being another date?

“So where are we heading, again?” Sarah asked, trying to break the silence as Lester started the car.

Lester began backing the car out of its space. “A nice little Italian restaurant called the Rosebud.”

“What’s good there?” Sarah stared out the window as they began their drive. Despite all the times she’d visited Dan, she hadn’t seen a ton of the city. She had spent most of her time in the apartment. Sure, they’d gone out a few times and seen some sights, but she still felt like she was just beginning to discover this city.

“Uh, everything,” Lester replied without any further elaboration. Normally Sarah would try to engage in small talk, she hated awkward silences, but this time she was fine with it. Her mind was preoccupied with turning over ways she and Dan could try to remedy their current situation. It would be hard for her to pick up any extra shifts and she’d already asked her parents to watch the kids a bit too often for her liking.

Maybe there was something she could do on the side from home, or something that Dan could do in his off hours. She hated the idea and also hated that thinking about a way out of this was dominating her mind.

Her trips to Chicago were supposed to be a little break from the everyday worries and stress of her life. Now all she was doing was focusing on her stress.

She closed her eyes and let out a long breath, trying to focus on the present and not let her stress control her. Just try to have a good time this weekend, your issues are still going to be there tomorrow. Deal with them then.

Sarah sneaked a glance over at Lester as he drove. She had to admit it looked kind of funny seeing him behind the wheel of a vehicle; it just wasn’t something she had imagined before. Normally she’d have thought someone like him driving a large SUV was likely compensating for something but, in this case, she knew that wasn’t true. Still, he looked out of place behind the wheel, as if driving wasn’t entirely comfortable for him.

He had come through with a band-aid solution to their problem. Covering Dan’s rent this month bought them some time. He talked like he could do it for a longer term, but could he really afford that? Sarah didn’t exactly know what he did but she knew that he barely left the apartment.

Still, the extra cash for rent made their financial situation less dire than it otherwise might have been. Dan coming back to the room with the stack of cash from Lester had been such a relief. If little dates with him were the price to pay, so be it. But she wasn’t stupid – she knew what a man usually expected after a date.

Eventually he is going to want more. Despite what Lester said about not having any further expectations of their arrangement, she knew that would eventually change, if it was ever true in the first place. He had explicitly stated his expectation the night before and she had gotten carried away with her dirty talk and agreed to it. Sarah suddenly felt the tension in the car, remembering her lustful urges and her unrestrained responses to Lester’s demands.

She noticed her nipples growing uncomfortable against the fabric of her dress. She had been mortified earlier when her nipples had gotten hard as Lester was laying out his proposal to them. She had crossed her arms and covered them, hoping Dan and Lester hadn’t noticed.

It was bad enough that she hadn’t immediately felt repulsed by Lester’s touch as he’d started to massage her shoulders. It hadn’t felt terrible — luckily Dan had intervened on her behalf. Lester was becoming a regular presence in her life – he wasn’t her husband, but he was helping. It made sense that she’d warmed to him a little.

Lester pulled into a small parking space on the street in front of an old-looking restaurant. The place must have been here for decades and seemed to embody the charm of a bygone era. As she undid her seat belt, Lester reached for her thigh as if to stroke it. But Sarah got out of the car, not having seen the gesture, much to Lester’s dismay as he plodded around attempting to open the door for her.

As they entered the restaurant and were shown to their reserved table, more than one person turned to look in their direction. Sarah pretended not to notice but she felt eyes running over the curves of her body. She felt herself begin to inadvertently heat up at the attention. She’d subtly watched the expression on several men’s faces. They’d look at her and their mouths would hang open, their elevator eyes going up and down as they looked over every inch of her. Their eyebrows would furrow in confusion as they finally saw she was with Lester, wondering what she was doing with someone like him.

Normally men were more tactful and would just perform a quick scan, looking away again before their dates realized. This time their eyes lingered. They probably thought that if Sarah was with a man like Lester, then they stood a better chance with a woman like her, too. She smiled unassumingly as they finally made their way to a cozy booth tucked in the back corner of the restaurant.

Do they think I’m a prostitute or maybe that Lester is my sugar daddy?

Admitting it made her feel guilty, but she was enjoying the extra attention she was receiving. The restaurant was dimly lit by candlelight, it had old furniture and extensive woodwork throughout: the kind of character you just didn’t find in modern restaurants. Their booth was leather and it was probably the most private and romantic seat in the restaurant. Sarah imagined this place and even the booth where they sat were imbued with a lot of history. As Lester piled into the seat across from her, she realized how close they were sitting. Their knees brushed against each other. With her legs crossed, her foot rested against Lester’s lower leg. Although she thought it was intimate, she decided to leave her foot where it was. They’d regularly been closer than this, after all.

“Good evening.” A skinny waiter with a tight mustache was suddenly standing at the edge of their table. “My name is Claude and I’ll be serving you this evening.”

He handed them two menus each. “Here are the menus for tonight and a wine list. May I ask, are you celebrating anything special tonight?”

Lester looked at Sarah and smiled. His eyes flicked down to her wedding band, “It’s our anniversary.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful,” Claude said. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you,” Sarah said. Claude had been looking at her with a smile so Sarah decided to play along. Her foot rubbed against her date’s leg as if to agree with the premise.

“So a night out away from the kids then?” Claude added making a bit of small talk.

“No,” Lester replied. “No kids but don’t worry, we are practicing quite a bit in that department.”

Sarah blushed at the comment and noticed Claude smiling awkwardly, not sure how to respond.

“Wonderful, I’ll be back in a few moments to take your drink order.” Claude turned to leave but Lester interrupted him.

“How about this bottle of cabernet sauvignon?” Lester said, pointing to the menu.

“Excellent choice, sir,” Claude said, “I’ll bring a glass for you to taste.”

Lester held up his hand. “No need, just bring the bottle.”

“Right away, sir.” Claude’s head bowed slightly and he left the table.

“Anniversary, huh?” Sarah said, eyeing Lester.

He grinned, adding, “Sometimes you get free stuff if you say that. Besides, when we are out on these dates, we can act out whatever story we want. Let’s have some fun with it.”

“Fun is relative,” Sarah told him. “You know the only reason I agreed to this is because of Dan’s pay cut right?”

“Sure,” Lester agreed, looking at her. “I get that but that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy yourself. I do expect you to at least pretend to have a good time, otherwise, I might call this whole thing off.”

“Easy,” Sarah said. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t be fun to be around, I just want to set the proper expectation.”

“And I expect that when we are out you will play the part,” Lester added. “And in this case, tonight the part is that of my very loving wife.” Lester had put his hand on her knee, grabbing it for emphasis as he finished speaking.

Before Sarah could respond, Claude returned with a tray full of drinks. He set the bottle of wine and two glasses on the table and then passed a flute of champagne to each of them. “Here, some champagne to celebrate your anniversary. Do you need more time with the menu?” Both of Lester’s hands were now in view, on the table.

Sarah and Lester each ordered different pasta dishes. Lester took the liberty of pouring a large amount of wine into Sarah’s glass. He poured some for himself as well but didn’t seem to enjoy the taste. Sarah took a large gulp of wine to help relax herself.

“So,” Sarah said looking around the room, “what do you like to do for fun, Lester?”

“I mostly play video games on my computer. Sometimes I’ll get together with some folks and play cards or other games,” Lester said, staring at her, his eyes flicking down to the cleavage her bra was creating.

Sarah rolled her eyes but she had grown accustomed to his leering. Despite his pretending to be a gentleman, he was anything but. “So cards, huh? Like poker or something?”

She watched as Lester took a small sip from his glass. He wasn’t really drinking it. It seemed to be more for show than anything else. Another concern off her list – she wouldn’t need to worry about him driving afterwards.

“More like Magic the Gathering,” Lester said. He was looking around behind her, probably just realizing that they were still being observed by the other patrons.

“I don’t think I’ve heard of that one. It’s nice that you have a group of friends that you can play with.” Sarah was trying to make some kind of small talk.

“Calling them friends might be going a little far,” Lester said, taking a sip of his wine. A disgusted expression spread across his face at the taste. “I play DnD with a group of guys but I wouldn’t really say they’re my friends.”

“What’s d and d?” Sarah asked, following the trail of whatever conversational breadcrumbs Lester let fall.

Lester shifted in his seat; she wondered if he had ever talked to a woman about this before. “It’s a role-playing game where we each have a character and play their role through an adventure or quest. We sit around a table and take turns rolling dice that impact whether our actions are successful or not. The DM, dungeon master, leads us through the campaign and crafts the story ahead of time for us.”

“Sounds like fun…,” Sarah said. “Is it just you and a bunch of guys or do you have any women in your group too?”

“Just guys,” Lester said, taking another sip of his wine.

“Are women not allowed or something?” Sarah asked.

“No, it’s not that, we just don’t have any girls in our group. It’s pretty rare to find a girl that wants to play and hang out with a group of nerds.” Lester said.

“I get that,” Sarah responded. “I was just wondering if that’s where you met Lizzie.”

Sarah had a gift for turning any conversation around and steering it where she wanted it to go. In this case, she wanted to know more about Lester’s past flame Lizzie, who looked much too attractive to have ever been with someone like him. She supposed everyone in the restaurant was probably thinking the same thing about Lester and her tonight. She casually rubbed her foot against his leg, subtly persuading him to answer.

Lester wasn’t responding to Sarah’s question. He took another large sip of wine. She let the silence fill the conversation until Lester responded and was surprised to notice that her wine glass was already empty. Lester noticed too and started to refill it.

“Heh,” Lester chuckled. “No, they wouldn’t know how to act if Lizzie was there,” Lester finally said as he finished filling her glass well beyond a typical restaurant pour.

“So where did you meet her?” Sarah gently pressed.

Lester smiled and looked at it, “She used to be my roommate. After a little while she fell for my charm and couldn’t get enough of me.”

“Then why did she move out?” Sarah took another sip of her wine.

Claude arrived with their food and set it in front of them. He announced each dish and made some brief pleasantries before departing.

“Her boyfriend made her,” Lester said before sloppily digging into his pasta.

Sarah mulled the new information over in her head as she started to carefully spin her fork around her pasta. The buzz from the wine was dulling the edges of her stress. Lizzie had been his roommate and she’d had a boyfriend at the time; this was new information that she wanted to share with Dan. She wondered if Lizzie and her boyfriend had made an arrangement similar to what she and her husband were experiencing. She wondered if that was a cause for concern, but the thought didn’t linger.

Sarah took another long sip of her drink as she looked at Lester slurping up his linguine. The way he ate was embarrassing, but Sarah couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for him. His unmannerly way was probably due to a lack of social opportunities.

As she set her glass down and shifted back to her food, she noticed that the effects of the wine had taken a firm hold. The subtle buzz she’d felt earlier was a little stronger now. It was probably best that she slowed down and stayed in control tonight.

After several more minutes of silently eating, with no real attempts by Lester to make conversation, she tried for more information. “Lester, what exactly do you do for work?”

“IT,” Lester briefly looked up at her but continued to focus on the food in front of him.

Sarah wasn’t a technology expert but she knew enough to know that IT was probably a very broad field. “What kind of IT? Like managing servers?”

Lester chewed his food, seeming to think over his answer. Finally, he responded, “More like managing networks, overseeing an exchange and the transactions that happen on it. Making sure it all runs smoothly and people get what they want.”

There was something Lester wasn’t saying. “What’s the name of your company?”

“I’m an independent contractor,” Lester said as he devoured another mouthful of pasta,speaking as he chewed. “I have lots of clients. I work for myself.”

Before Sarah could ask a follow-up question, Claude reappeared and noted the empty wine bottle. “Would you like anything more to drink?”

“She’ll take another glass,” Lester said, pointing his fork in Sarah’s direction.

“I’m fine, no thank you,” Sarah insisted, smiling at the waiter.

The couple sat and ate in silence. Claude came back over and set a wine glass down in between them, clearly siding with Lester’s wishes over hers. Lester gestured to it. Normally she would be fine having another, but she was already cautious about her growing buzz. She took a sip of the new glass but had no intention of finishing it.

Sarah looked around the restaurant and noticed several heads turn away, not wanting to get caught looking in their direction. She couldn’t help but enjoy the intrigue that was being drawn by their odd coupling. She thought about her fantasy of letting herself be taken by someone unworthy of her, but in her mind that had always been something done in private. Being on display with Lester in public was having an odd effect she would have to reconcile later. Her right foot was stroking the inside of Lester’s calf. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been doing that. Telling herself not to be awkward, she let her foot continue to lazily rub against him.

She finally realized she had been looking around the restaurant for longer than intended. As it registered that she had lost track of time, she suspected that the alcohol had her more firmly in its grasp than she had thought.

When she turned back to Lester, she was surprised to find that their plates had already been cleared. Their waiter strolled back up to the table.

“Any dessert for this evening?” he asked, silently appraising them.

“Oh, no,” Sarah said. “I couldn’t. I’m far too full from that delicious pasta.”

“Just the check, then?” He asked, looking at Lester.

“Yep,” Lester said, not engaging in the banter.

“I’ll be right back with it,” Claude said, moving off towards the back of the restaurant.

“If I’m paying for that, you should drink it,” Lester said, nodding towards her wine glass.

“I didn’t want another glass, you should take it up with the waiter.” Sarah stood her ground. She already knew the alcohol was hitting her harder than she’d expected.

Claude returned with the check and placed it in front of Lester. Lester opened it and looked at the total and then shifted his weight to one side to reach into his back pocket and pull out a thick wallet. He pulled out some cash and started leafing through the bills.

“So, your anniversary, that’s exciting,” Claude said. “Any big plans for the rest of the night?”

“Well,” Lester said loudly as he laid down several bills on top of the check. “I think we are heading home where I’m planning to make sweet, sweet love to my wife all night long.”

Sarah felt herself blush and noticed several people within earshot discreetly glance in their direction. She was mortified and kept her eyes focused on the table but couldn’t keep from smiling at the extremely awkward situation she found herself in. She pressed her foot firmly into Lester’s lower leg in response.

Claude coughed awkwardly and collected the cash from the table. “Wonderful. I’ll be right back with your change.”

“No need,” Lester responded, starting to heave himself out of his seat.

“Thank you,” Claude said. He looked at Sarah before quickly averting his eyes. “Enjoy the rest of your night.”

Lester finished extracting himself from the booth as Sarah swung her smooth legs out and stood up. As they moved through the restaurant, Sarah almost jumped as she felt Lester’s hand on her ass. She looked at him, mortified at the public display but he kept his eyes forward with a small grin on his face.

Sarah felt herself blush, knowing that many eyes in the restaurant would be tracking them like they had before. When they saw Lester’s hand on her ass, any doubts about them being together would evaporate.

Out in the parking lot, as he opened the car door for Sarah, she again felt his hand on her backside. He had her right cheek firmly in his grasp this time.

“Thank you, Lester,” she said and simply waited for him to remove his hand before getting into her seat. They stared at each other for a long moment. Then Lester relented and walked around to the driver’s side. She sat calmly and folded her arms in front of her as they made their way back to the apartment.

***

Dan filled his tumbler glass with more whiskey. As he headed back to the living room, he found it difficult to walk in a straight line. He sat back down and blinked, his eyes trying to adjust to the computer screen. He knew better than to apply for any of the jobs in front of him in his current state, but he could at least keep looking at them.

This was his third glass of whisky for the night. Or maybe it was his fourth. Either way, it was helping him focus, dulling the stress of his pay cut and the fraught situation with Lester. Lester was out with Sarah. Alone.

Thoughts immediately began to swirl in his head. He scrolled through another job posting without comprehending anything it said. His mind drifted, thinking back to that night when he had been in Minnesota. Sarah had come into his apartment from the cold and Lester was there, pulling her into his bed. Her legs wrapped around his hips, her nails digging into his skin. Lester grabbing the back of her head and pulling her into a sloppy kiss. Pushing inside of her, causing her to moan. To say his name. To scream it.

Dan shut his laptop and took another swig of his drink. The alcohol seemed to be dulling his sense of control, allowing the pull of his fantasy to assert its spell over him.

He knew in his gut that he needed to see them together. It was like a missing puzzle piece; it continued to gnaw away at him. That element of the unknown that he knew had happened.

What were they doing right now? Lester had said dinner, but he really didn’t know if he could trust that. He grabbed his phone and texted Sarah, asking for an update. Making sure she was okay. If she took too long to answer, was it because she was having a good time with Lester? Or maybe he’d put her in some other position where she couldn’t reach her phone. Lester had claimed that this deal didn’t entail anything other than a date. But Lester said a lot of things.

Dan paced around the apartment, sipping his whiskey. The silence of the apartment was deafening. He took another sip and was surprised to find that the glass was already empty.

“Fuck,” he said aloud as the pull of his fantasy started to win out in his head.

***

Dan heard keys jingling from the hallway and the lock disengaging. He was surprised to find himself standing, waiting with bated breath. He’d given up any notion of pushing out resumes a while ago. Besides, with the amount of alcohol he’d had, any applications he submitted would be riddled with errors.

Sarah entered the apartment first, her eyes immediately landing on his and a wide smile spreading across her face.

“Welcome back,” Dan said, favoring the glass of whiskey in his hand. “How was dinner?”

“It was okay,” Sarah kicked off her heels as Lester trudged into the apartment behind her and closed the door, “The place was very nice, my pasta was pretty good, too. We could go there next time you’re feeling like Italian.”

Sarah closed the distance between them and planted a lingering kiss, a kiss filled with implications, on her husband’s lips. Dan smiled and whispered, “Everything good?”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” Sarah replied in a low voice. Dan knew that Sarah could handle a lot and wanted to press for more details.

“What about me?” Lester said from close by. Sarah turned to find Lester standing a foot away. He grabbed her hand and pulled her body into his, “Don’t I get a good night kiss after our first date?”

Dan felt his heart begin to race, seeing Sarah in Lester’s arms, their bodies pressed together. A whimper of rage tried to take fire in his stomach, but it was doused by his arousal as soon as it took form.

Sarah placed a firm hand on Lester’s chest and pushed herself out of his grip. “I believe that is at the discretion of the woman.”

You want to see it. Dan was standing there like a deer in the headlights. He was regressing back into his passive mode.

“Come on, you didn’t have a good time?” Lester asked in a teasing manner. “I’ll remember that for the next one. I’ll pick something that will really appeal to you.” A smirk was growing on his ugly face.

As Sarah stood her ground, Lester shrugged and headed to his bedroom. His exit lifted the tension in the room.

“Come on, lover boy,” Sarah said to Dan. “Let’s head to bed. You can help me get out of this dress and onto my back.”

“I won’t argue with that, ma’am,” Dan followed his sexy wife down the hallway, trying to suppress the feeling of disappointment. His mind was betraying him once again.

As Dan shut and locked the bedroom door behind him, Sarah stood in the center of the room waiting for him. “Unzip me,” she commanded.

The view of Sarah from behind was amazing. Waiting there in her dress, the top of her bare back exposed to him, the fabric of the form-fitting dress straining against her voluptuous ass. Dan felt himself getting hard as he slowly unzipped the back of her dress, revealing more of her gorgeous tanned skin. Sarah moved her arm around the strap and the dress fell to the floor, leaving his wife clad only in her black bra and thong.

On the other side of the wall, Lester’s breath caught in his throat. From his peephole, he watched the dress fall from his date’s body exposing a strapless black bra that cupped her magnificent breasts and a lacy thin little black thong. The way it ran up her ass and flared out near the top, made him begin to stroke his cock faster.

He was still wearing his good date clothes but now he didn’t care if he soiled them. He had to find a way to interject himself into this situation. If he picked the lock would that be too obvious? They both knew their door sometimes seemed to miraculously lock on its own, but would they buy that it could unlock on its own, too? Did he really care either way what they believed? So long as he got what he’d earned, what he deserved, they could go on thinking the place was haunted for all he cared.

Sarah held Dan’s hand and pulled him towards the bed, looking at him with her raw ‘fuck me’ eyes. He could tell she must have had something to drink at the restaurant.

Sarah pushed Dan down onto the bed; he lay there looking up at his beautiful sexually charged wife as she started to tug on his pants.

“So, everything was okay?” he asked again as Sarah discarded his pants on the floor. “No funny business?”

Sarah smiled wickedly as she straddled him and began working on removing his shirt. Dan leaned up and complied. With his shirt off she began planting slow kisses on his chest, never breaking eye contact. “Would you care if there was?”

“I don’t know,” Dan said, fighting what felt like a one-sided internal battle. “What happened?”

“Mmmhmm,” Sarah said, beginning to kiss his neck, her hands drifting down until they felt his hard cock through his boxers. She wasted little time, snaking her hand under the waistband and wrapping her warm hand around his naked cock. “What do you want to hear? That Lester didn’t try anything besides grabbing my ass at one point or that he had me in a private booth near the back of the restaurant and couldn’t keep his hands off me?”

Dan’s breathing was getting quicker as Sarah spoke. She stroked his cock slowly as she told him what he wanted to hear. She had maneuvered her body so that her pussy was pressing up against the side of his thigh, grinding herself on him as she kept him hard with her hands.

“His hands all over me. The waiter seeing all of it.” Sarah closed her eyes and continued to lick and kiss Dan’s neck. “His hand going under my dress and touching me, working me up until he put my hand on his cock just like this.”

She started changing the tempo of her strokes and she was not as gentle as when she’d begun. Dan thought of her stroking off Lester at a restaurant the same way.

“It all happened so fast,” Sarah whispered in his ear. “Before I knew what was happening, I was under the table on my knees, servicing that magnificent cock of his. It’s soo big.”

Dan grabbed her and flipped her onto her back, pressing his boxer-clad cock against her pussy.

“When the waiter asked what we wanted to order, I had to apologize and tell him I was very full,” Sarah said, making an innocent sexy pout that caused Dan to dry hump his wife harder. She gripped the side of his waistband and tried to pull his briefs down, but she wasn’t at the right angle.

“I wish I could have been there,” Dan moaned dreamily,kissing her lips hungrily. His attention turned to kissing the side of her neck and then he sucked on her earlobe, a move he knew would drive her crazy. Her body responded, her hips thrusting off the bed to meet his thrusts. “To see you behaving so badly.”

“I’d love that,” Sarah said, staring into his eyes. “I’d love for you to watch me like that. Seeing how turned on you get, knowing you’re letting someone else touch your wife. Touch me.” They were both looking down at her nearly nude body imagining what she’d just said.

Sarah turned to Dan and whispered, “Lester told the waiter I was his wife, and that tonight was our anniversary.” She licked his ear and continued, “Then he made sure everyone heard that…” she paused here for effect, as if she couldn’t bear to tell him this next part, “… that he was going to fuck me all night long.” She nipped his ear and swirled her tongue against his neck.

Dan didn’t fully realize that one side of his mind had won the battle until he heard himself speak, “Why don’t we let him? Let’s do that right now.” His face was now pressed against the side of her face, his suggestion whispered back into her left ear.

“What do you mean?” Sarah asked, feigning ignorance. “What do you want, Dan?” Her ‘fuck me’ eyes still glowed with desire, but now a light smile played on her lips.

“Lester is still here,” Dan was sucking on her neck, trying to work her up. He hadn’t realized he was purposely playing with her sensitive spots while he tried to sell her on his half-baked plan. “Why don’t you show me what I missed at the restaurant? Make what everyone expected to happen, happen.”

“Ugh, god Dan, that’s so bad,” she moaned. “He’s going to hear us through the walls anyway, why don’t you show him what he can’t have? Let him hear you take me.”

“What if….,” Dan’s mouth was speaking faster than his brain could comprehend the implications of his suggestions, “what if he can have it, have you? What if he gets you in his bed tonight? What if you played along with what he said?”

Dan was pressing his face into his wife’s heaving chest, his lips exploring every inch of her breasts.

“You mean…” Sarah trailed off as Dan’s hands began to press against her shapely ass, expertly manipulating her body. “You want Lester to fuck me?”

Dan responded by moving up and kissing her hungrily, pressing his hard dick against her body, desperately mimicking what he wanted to see.

“Last time was a mistake,” Sarah breathed, breaking their embrace. “Are you saying you want me to do that again? With him?”

“I can’t stop thinking about it,” Dan said as he stared into her eyes. “It’s like I just need to see it for closure. Knowing it happened, but not really having seen it, it’s just driving me crazy.”

He planted his hungry lips on her again. Sarah pulled back and stared into his eyes.

“Dan, tell me what you want to happen tonight. We’re here together right now in this bed. We haven’t been together in weeks. What do you want?” Sarah was incredibly turned on. Her buzz had grown into inebriation but she felt like this was something she should ask. This was a big step, she needed to get it right.

“I want you,” Dan responded. “I really want to have you all to myself but I…I want, I need to see it.”

“See what? Tell me.” Sarah challenged, knowing where this was going.

“I want to see you with him,” Dan whispered. “I want to see you fuck him.” He looked at his hands as he said this, not meeting her eyes.

Sarah’s hips rose off the bed and started grinding against her husband. “Baby, is this bedroom talk or is this really something you really want me to do tonight.”

“Fuck…I don’t know…” Dan replied, the seeds of doubt in his mind were being overshadowed by his lust. “I want you to go over there.”

Dan slowed down and stared at his wife. Sarah saw that lust-filled expression she could never get enough of. Seeing him look at her like that, she was immediately aware of how wet she was. Dan nodded.

Sarah’s breath caught in her throat, knowing full well what he was asking. Dan rolled his weight to the side. Sarah lay there for a moment, trying to run through the different possible outcomes. She slowly sat up and slid her smooth legs off the bed and stood up, giving Dan a perfect close-up view of her ass.

He couldn’t imagine a toned ass like that walking over and being presented to and mauled by a creature like Lester. Just the thought of that alone drove him wild.

Sarah turned around and looked at her husband. She shivered again as his intense, lust-filled eyes ran over her body. “Last chance in case you’ve had a change of heart.”

She took a step toward the door, not breaking eye contact with the father of her children. Dan simply nodded at her. Sarah turned and unlocked the door. With one more look over her shoulder at Dan, she stepped into the hallway and approached Lester’s door. She gently knocked.

After a few seconds, Lester cracked the door open. He was still wearing his oversized dress clothes from their date. He looked her up and down, his eyes lingering on her breasts and legs before rising to look her in the eyes. “Did you come for your goodnight kiss?”

“And more,” Sarah whispered as she closed her eyes and leaned in to kiss this ogre of a man, pushing the door further open.

Lester pulled back before her lips reached him, “I don’t know.”

“What?” Sarah opened her eyes and looked up at him confused. She was serving herself up on a platter to him. This wasn’t what she expected.

“Does Dan know?” Lester asked. Sarah didn’t understand, why would Lester care if Dan knew, she knew how badly he wanted her and he usually didn’t give a shit about Dan. The idea of giving herself to someone like that, someone who completely disregarded her husband. God that’s messed up that it turns me on this much.

“Yes,” Sarah said seductively, trying to reestablish their lustful connection, “He’s the one who sent me over here.”

“I don’t know if it’s a good idea,” Lester said. She could see the tent growing in his dress pants, she knew he wanted this. “Dan is all over the place and inconsistent. He may want this right now, but earlier he was getting ready to fight me. I think he’ll have regrets, get angry and then try to hurt me. I don’t want that.”

“Okay….” Sarah trailed off, not sure how to react or what to do from here, “but he wouldn’t do that.”

“Maybe, but he has been pretty stressed out lately.” Lester paused – Sarah could see he was thinking. “I do have an idea,” he went on, trailing a finger over her bicep and licking his lips. “What if you come in here and we lock the door? That way I know he can’t come in while I’m busy with other things.”

Dan had crept up to the threshold of his door, not wanting to miss anything. He listened to Lester’s proposal. The idea of hearing Sarah being taken, being pleasured through the walls, was hot but he wanted to see it. Needed to see it happen.

“No deal,” Dan said, poking his head into the hallway. Lester leaned out to look at him, his face so close to that of his wife’s. “Why can’t we just go back into the living room like before?”

“I don’t think so,” Lester chided, “I think you’ll get buyer’s remorse when you see how your wife reacts to having my cock in her. Feeling her grip me and cum on my cock will be too much and you’ll lose it and probably attack me. You’ve never seen her like that.”

“I’m not going to….fuck…I’m not going to attack you,” Dan said, ignoring the backhanded insult, “What if I stay out here in the hallway and just watch from a crack in the door?”

Am I really negotiating the terms of how Lester fucks my wife? He should jump at the chance to be with her. Dan pinched the bridge of his nose in disbelief, he hadn’t expected such resistance.

“Still not good enough,” Lester said. “But I have another idea.”

He left the doorway for a second and the couple heard him rummaging around his room before stepping back out into the hallway. He brushed past Sarah holding a long screwdriver.

“What are you going to do with that?” Dan eyed the screwdriver suspiciously but held his ground. Lester walked past him into Dan’s bedroom which already felt like a violation somehow. Lester ran his hand over their adjoining wall like he was searching for something then raised the screwdriver to the wall and pushed it through the drywall.

“What are you doing?” Dan said, taken aback.

Lester swiveled the screwdriver around to increase the size of the hole. Neither Dan nor Sarah realized that this new hole was just a few feet down from Lester’s hidden one. Satisfied with his handy work, Lester stepped back and looked at Dan.

“There! Your own personal peephole.” Grinning, Lester handed the screwdriver to Dan, “Now you can watch. Don’t worry, we’ll get this patched up later. Or, y’know, maybe not.”

Before Dan could respond, Lester walked past him back into his bedroom. Sarah followed Dan back to inspect the peephole. Dan closed one eye and leaned down to look into it. Sure enough, there was a view of Lester’s bed, it looked much nicer than the one in his room.

Dan stepped back from the wall and Sarah bent forward to peer into the hole. Dan admired how sexy she looked from behind in her underwear. Am I really going to serve this sexy woman up to Lester?

Any further doubts were quickly suppressed by his overwhelming desire for this moment.

“What do you think?” Sarah asked as she turned around to look at her husband. Her eyes instinctively glanced down and noticed the hard cock pressing against his boxers.

“It works,” he sighed. Dan felt a mixture of emotions. Shame, arousal, disappointment and a sense of achieving something he had long sought after.

Sarah stepped up to him and kissed him, “Just tell me if it gets to be too much and we’ll stop it.”

“Okay,” Dan said looking into her eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Sarah replied with a smile. As she walked out of the bedroom she gave Dan a reassuring look over her shoulder before disappearing from sight.

Dan crossed the room to the wall and looked through the hole. Lester was standing in his room already naked. He looked like a squat, hairy troll with pasty white skin. Lester’s door opened and he knew Sarah was in there.

“Lock the door and come here,” Lester said. Dan heard the door shut and then Sarah emerged into his field of view. Seeing them both together framed by this peephole seemed wrong. Her tight, toned sexy body contrasted against Lester’s, his body the opposite of hers in almost every way.

Lester licked his lips and grabbed her hand, leading her to pose right in front of the peephole. Sarah looked up at the hole in Lester’s wall; she couldn’t make out Dan but she could see shifting light coming through it.

Dan was relieved that Lester had positioned her this way, like he was assisting in fulfilling the fantasy. But to Lester, this was purely a power play, he wanted to make sure his roommate understood in detail how much better he fucked his wife. Sarah faced the wall and Lester began to plant gentle kisses on her shoulders.

Sarah’s skin started to tingle as Lester’s lips brushed her skin. His hands started to gently caress her arms before they dropped to the sides of her thighs. She felt him gently grab onto her hips as his naked cock pressed against her perfect bubble butt. The veined skin of his cock rubbed firmly against the naked skin of her ass cheeks.

His flabby chest pressed against her back as one of his arms reached around her to begin massaging her breasts. Sarah pushed her hips back, grinding herself against Lester’s cock. She eyed the peephole, wanting Dan to know this was all for him. She just wished she could watch his reaction, see the look of lust painted onto his face.

Her gaze on the peephole was broken as Lester turned her head towards him, his lips pressed against hers. She closed her eyes and returned the kiss, sucking on his lips, his tongue invading her mouth.

She unconsciously moaned around his tongue, she had forgotten how large it was as it danced with hers. The urgency of their sloppy kisses increased as Lester started to push himself faster into her backside.

Dan watched as Lester tore his wife’s attention away from him, monopolizing her to himself. He felt his cock pressing against the drywall and couldn’t hold back any longer. He dropped his boxers and started to stroke himself, already fully hard.

Lester broke off the kiss, leaving Sarah momentarily disoriented and breathless. With a sinister smile, he looked at the peephole and reached back down and ran his hand across Sarah’s chest until it found the clasp of her bra. With an expert flick of his fingers, he undid the clasp and let the strapless bra fall to the floor.

Dan watched Sarah’s bra fall off in slow motion, freeing her heaving breasts, displaying them for him. He watched his own wife through the peephole like some kind of perverted voyeur. He continued to stroke his dick, breathing quickly. He felt his mind slipping back to the familiar comforts of watching. Part of him yearned to take action and do something but his eyes were transfixed upon the toxic scene unfolding before him.

Lester’s grubby hands started to grab at Sarah’s breasts, roughly fondling them. Sarah’s eyes were closed in pleasure, feeling the sensation of her sensitive breasts being manhandled and Lester’s throbbing cock probing against her toned backside. Then she remembered she was being watched and she felt a new surge of wetness between her legs. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the hole in the wall, staring at it, imagining Dan’s face. She bit her lip suggestively, putting on a deliberate show for her husband.

She rubbed her thighs together and pushed back further against Lester’s cock, feeling it against the bottom of her ass cheeks. Being locked in a room with another man while her husband watched, she hadn’t realized what effect this would have on her. It was so depraved, so wicked and with someone like Lester, no less. The combination ignited something in her. She reached behind her and pulled Lester into a deep kiss, moaning her desire into his mouth.

Grabbing her breasts, Lester slowly pulled Sarah over to his bed. He sat on the edge and pulled her down onto his lap, his cock now jutting out between her thighs, firmly against her soaked thong-covered pussy.

Dan watched as Sarah closed her eyes and blindly lowered her hands and began to run them up and down Lester’s shaft. She played with the head of his cock and pulled it against herself as if she were stimulating her clit. For Dan, there was a surreal aspect to the scene, his bride with a gigantic cock poking out from between her legs.

“Uhhh,” a moan escaped Sarah’s lips. This wasn’t lost on Lester, who continued to use his fingers to tease her nipples while his tongue and lips were all over her shoulders. He sucked and lapped at the nape of her neck, knowing it turned her on, using what he’d learned from their times together.

Sarah sat on Lester’s lap, stroking his cock against herself for several minutes. It was such a tease and she knew from that angle that Dan would get an amazing show. Lester’s cock twitched as she rubbed herself against it and she watched it swell in size. Disengaging from her husband’s roommate, she stood up and, before she could move, she immediately felt Lester’s tongue on her ass cheek. She stepped forward, pulling away and then turning to face him, her eyes immediately dropping to his crotch.

“You want to suck it, don’t you?” Lester was waggling his giant cock at her, an ugly grin on his face.

Sarah nodded and began to kneel, her mouth opening. If she tilted her head forward at this moment, she would begin to drool.

“Wait, wait. Before you suck it, tell me why you want my cock in your mouth. Why shouldn’t I just shove it in your pussy?” Lester gripped his cock tightly, making the head bulge and fill with blood, taking on a dark purple hue.

Sarah seemed nearly put off by the question, but she’d played this game before. Her lips soon curled into a smile and her eyes sparkled as she spoke. Loudly enough for Dan to hear, she said, “Darling, it’s our anniversary. Don’t you want your special treatment?”

Lester was almost surprised at her callback to his role play in the restaurant. “Hah!” he barked. He adjusted his grip on himself and pointed his shaft towards the smitten woman. “Go on, then! Get to work, wifey!” Sarah made a sharp cry of pure pleasure as she engulfed his head.

“MMMMmmmm,” she murmured, beginning as she had become accustomed, by swirling her tongue around his head before measuring his shaft in deep kisses. She was still awed by the size of it, and mid shaft she had to stop, wondering if she was going to cum solely from the sensation of his cock on her tongue. Lester’s scent was sending her into a state of ravenous lust. She steadied herself and continued her kissing ritual. When she got to his balls, she slowly and deliberately licked between them as far back as she could.