This is a work of fiction intended for adults only.
The cab pulled up in front of the hotel, and Angie and I got out. Taking her elbow, I walked us into the hotel, and over to the elevators, where we joined the group of people that were already waiting.
As I glanced around I noticed the man and wife I had run into once before. His wife flicked her eyes at Angie, and then back at me, with a smile on her face. I gave her a small nod, and her grin turned to a huge smile as she gave me a thumbs-up. I almost laughed, but that would have probably resulted in my death, seeing as how Angie had no idea of our little exchange, or the reason for it.
After waiting for the car to unload, our little group piled on. Angie and I got off at our floor, and went to the room. She was very quiet, as she pulled out her keycard, opened the door, and went in.
When I got in, after locking the door, she was standing there waiting with her arms crossed, and looking very impatient. “Okay, we’re here now. Will you please tell me what’s going on?”
“The guy I talked to was the security for a private club. It’s not the first time Jon was there, the guy new him by name. The guard told me Jon had been going there off and on for a while, but that in the last couple of weeks, he had been there quite a bit. It’s a B&D club, and the guard said that Jon had met up with a dominant woman there, and that it got pretty ruff at times. That’s all he was willing to tell me,” I said.
Angie was standing there with a stunned look on her face. “He’s been going to this… place, to see a woman that beats him? My God, I can’t believe this. How long has it been going on? What’s her name?”
“You’re getting me confused with Jon again. You see I’m the one fucking you. You will have to ask Jon, who is fucking him,” I said a little sarcastically.
“What are you getting so pissed about, he’s not doing this to you, he’s doing it to me,” she said with tears starting to fall down her cheeks.
“And just what is it he’s done to you? Did you want to be the one beating him? I’m sure if you tell him that’s what you want, he’ll be on his knees in front of you in a heartbeat. Is that what you want,” I asked, looking into her pale blue eyes.
“You know it’s not,” she cried.
“Then what?” I said.
“There is no way I could do that. I mean sure I was always the one making the decisions, but I never dominated him like that. It’s just not in me, especially now. Jesus, I haven’t even been making decisions for ME,” she said, rubbing a hand over her new belly ring. “I don’t know what to do now.”
“Well, you’ve got the weekend to think about it,” I said, kicking off my shoes, and going over to the bed.
“God, that’s probably why he hasn’t even taken his shirt off in front of me for the last couple of weeks. I thought it was because of you and I. Jesus, that’s why he jumped so hard when I pushed him away with my foot. How could he do that to himself? How could he go there, and have some woman beat him?” she said looking at me.
“So what is it you want me to say? I have no idea what makes some people tick, least of all someone like Jon. It’s obviously something he wants, because he keeps going back for more. But if you really want to know, you have to ask him. I can’t really say I’m surprised though,” I said.
“What’s that supposed to mean,” she said angrily.
“It means, I was more surprised when you told me you thought he was having an affair. I mean, first he sends you out to find someone else, and then he goes out looking for what, something younger? Then I thought maybe he was going out to find…, hell I don’t know, I guess maybe I thought he was out looking for a guy. It’s not like we haven’t heard that one before. I don’t know, I guess as long as it’s what he wants that’s all that matters,” I said, and rubbed my back. “I can’t say I could go in for that though. The last time someone hit me with a belt I was eight, and I knew for a fact that, that was one thing I could gladly do without.”
“How can you sound so casual about this? What do you mean, as long as it’s what he wants? We are married you know?” she said angrily.
“Look at your left hand and tell me what you see,” I said, getting a little angry now my self.
Stretching her hand out, back up looking at the plain band and the large diamond, she said, “I don’t see anything but my wedding rings.”
“Now, who’s bed were you in last night?” I said.
“You know damn well that I was in your bed last night,” she said, those pale eyes flashing with fire.
“Well those rings didn’t come from me. That means you’re not married to me, but you were in my bed. You don’t think maybe you’re being a bit one-sided here, do you? I mean I assumed you were here because you enjoyed what we do together. You don’t think Jon has a right to go find something that you weren’t able to give him, while you do?” I held up my hand when she made to interrupt me. “You’re going to try and tell me he was the one that started it. Look, if you had not wanted me to practically fuck you in that bar, that first night, do you think you would be here now? You were looking for something, you may not have known at the time, but you were. Well, Jon knew what he wanted and he found a way to get it. If you’re feeling cheated I guess I read a little more into things then I should have.”
“I don’t feel cheated. I just can’t understand how he could do something like that? I thought I knew him. I guess I’m just having a hard time believing I didn’t know him as well as I thought I did. I never, in my wildest dreams would have thought he was doing those things,” she said, turning her eyes to the floor.
“What’s the old saying ‘There’s no accounting for some peoples tastes,’ well if it’s what he’s looking for then that’s what matters. I can’t say I’m sorry. You’re kind of a pain in the ass, and you don’t have any tits, but I’ve kind of gotten used to having you around.”
I was just barely quick enough to block the high-heel that came shooting at my chest from her right foot. The one from her left foot went high and left, but she followed it with a vicious body blow, as she ran up and jumped on chest. “Watch it buddy, my boyfriend says he likes my little tits,” she said, pinning my arms down, and getting her knees on them. She was trying, but I could see it in her eyes, she was not really as sure as she had been of things.
I looked up into those pale eyes again. “That’s not all your boyfriend likes.”
Angie’s eyes got soft and she shuffled back and lay down on my chest, and nuzzled her face into my neck. “It wasn’t that I felt cheated, as much as I felt guilty,” she whispered.
“Why are you feeling guilty now?” I asked.
“Well, right from the start this just felt so right, and I guess that’s why I have been fighting it. I had always thought I was getting everything I needed out of my life. Then you come along, and everything changes. In one week, you show me a side of myself even I didn’t know was there. I felt like I shouldn’t be letting you do this to me after all, I’m married. Don’t I have to show some kind of loyalty, or sorrow, or remorse, something, over what’s happening?’
“Then you get your hands on me, and all that goes right out the window. The things that you do to me, and the way you make me feel seem to overshadow everything. How do you do that? I mean I really had never looked outside my marriage before. Sure I looked at the occasional nice butt, or checked out guys with Kathy, but I have never once even let anyone get past the intro. Then here you come with some corny bet, and I just let you use me however you want. Hell, I start giving you things you don’t even ask for. How am I supposed to explain it?” she said, sounding a little distraught.
I took a hold of her hair, and gently lifted her head, until she put her forearms on my chest to hold her self up. “Why do you feel like you have to explain anything? While we’re at it, just who is it you think you have to explain it to? What we do together is for us to share with each other. When I want some one to know what a little slut you are, I’ll show them. If some one asks, just tell them it’s none of their business, I don’t care who it is. If you don’t want to tell anyone, and that includes Jon, then don’t.”
“I can’t just not say anything, the people that ask already know there is something going on,” she said. “I can’t just pretend it’s not, and I don’t think I want to.”
“Then don’t. I told you already, I don’t care, but I don’t live here either. I’ll be leaving, and won’t have to face any of these people again.” Angie face showed a quick look of fear, but she covered it quickly by dropping her head down, and hiding behind a curtain of shiny dark hair. “You live, and work here. I’ll be honest, I would like to go out and do things, but I’ve held back because I didn’t want you to have to face people who might know you. I don’t think I can spend a whole lot of time with you, and keep my hands off you. Especially when you look like you do now,” I slid my hand down under the hem of her skirt, “and me knowing there is nothing to stop me from getting what I want.”
Angie lifted her head, and gave it a little shake to part her hair. “I want to go out too, but I don’t know if I’m ready,” she said, and dropped her head blushing. “It’s not that I might run into someone. Sometimes when you look at me, I feel like I’m going to melt. I can almost feel how much you want me, just from the way you look at me. It kind of scares me sometimes, but most of the time, I just want you to take me. I love being your little slut, but I would rather it not be announced to the entire world.”
“I can’t believe you,” I said with a chuckle. “You don’t think you announce it every time you go out? Have you looked at yourself lately? And now you get to show off that new little ring in your belly. I can’t wait to take you out.”
Angie jerked her head up, and looked at me with bright eyes. “I know, we could call Kathy, she said she was going out tonight,” she said and chuckled. “She told me that she hated me. She says that she’s out looking for someone week after week, and I go out and find someone without even trying. She said she’s going to double her efforts.”
“Well from the little that I’ve talked to her, she seems alright to me. If you think you can handle being out in public, because I’m telling you now there will be no funny business. If you throw one of your little tantrums, I won’t hesitate to correct the problem. And I won’t be stopped from enjoying you, either. If you think you can handle it, go ahead and call her,” I said looking her in the eye.
“What do you mean by enjoying me? You wouldn’t get too crazy would you? I mean in the last week I have done things that for me were unthinkable in the past, but now they seem almost natural. What is it you have in mind?” she asked.
“I don’t have anything in mind. All I’m say is, if I want to take you in my arms, and kiss you, or do whatever, I don’t want you getting all crazy on me. And don’t look at me like you don’t know what I’m talking about,” I said as I saw her start to say something. “All I’m saying is, you will be available to me at all times, so don’t be surprised if at some point I can’t help myself,” I said as I took a good handful of her ass and squeezed.
