This is a rewrite of Chapter Two. The original was rushed and confusing. I was also sort of dishonest with myself where I wanted it to go. Enjoy. Also, I did stick in in Loving Wives because she's a loving wife, so cuckaphobes, enjoy ripping it up!
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Bryan slept fitfully. His wife Stephanie was out with Dennis, yet to come home from the hotel.
The night was warm, but Bryan seemed overly sensitive to the air conditioning. The breeze bothered him and the noise seemed louder than usual. He got up sometime after 1 am to turn it off.
He laid back in bed and had a short but intense dream about his wife. He was with Stephanie, under the sheets in a hotel room. Being a dream, his mind placed them in a particularly memorable hotel in the old town section of Lucerne, Switzerland, where he and his wife had once stayed. As they made love, he looked out the plate glass windows at the Chapel Bridge. The bedspread covered them, she was on her back as he rhythmically pumped her.
Being a dream, not particularly logical, Dennis stood by the bed. He hadn't been there a moment earlier. Stephanie was happy to see him, and Bryan nervously got off the bed while Dennis crawled between her white legs. Bryan was embarrassed and excited. He stood and watched as she grabbed Dennis's cock and laughed, showing it off.
Bryan stroked himself, feeling like a guilty child. His wife had turned into something of a mother figure, shaming him for watching them as they fucked. "This is wrong," she told him, "why are you watching us. Leave us, go outside. Leave me with my boyfriend. You aren't my husband anymore."
When Bryan awoke he was surprised that he'd had a nocturnal emission, something he hadn't had since he was an early teenager.
Back at the hotel, the drapes were still open and the couple awoke to the early light of morning. Stephanie wondered how late they'd made love. She figured it had to be after 3 am. She was exhausted, her eyes heavy. She looked over to see Dennis eyeballing her. He reached over and stroked her leg. She smiled.
"I can't, I'm just too sore," she told him.
"Sorry," said Dennis, "last night was great."
"I know." She looked at him in the eyes. "I have to go home soon. I promised."
Dennis raised an eyebrow, "Promised? It's not even seven."
"I promised Bryan I'd come home as soon as possible," her voice trailed off.
Dennis asked, "Do you have an open marriage?"
"Not really, but I told you my husband is okay with it."
"Wow," said Dennis as he put his hands behind his head. "I find that hard to believe."
Stephanie wondered how far she should open up to him. "I texted him from the bathroom."
"Huh, when?"
"Last night," Stephanie got up to retrieve her phone. She was surprised how uncomfortable it felt as she walked. His cock felt like it split her. She hadn't felt that in a long time. She showed him her text updates to Bryan.
Bryan read, smiling. He read out loud, "You just have to promise to tell me everything."
"Well I'll be..." He looked at her. "Pardon me for asking, please don't take it the wrong way, but I would have never guessed. Have you done this before?"
"No, but he's been begging me for years," Stephanie replied, "I never thought I'd do it. Until I did."
"Did you two plan this?" Dennis asked.
"Sort of. Yes," she answered.
"I've died and gone to heaven," he said. "Let's make all his dreams come true."
She warily looked at him. "What do you mean?"
"I'd love to take you out," Dennis answered. "I like you, I don't want this to be a quick fling. If he'll share you with me, I'll take what I can get. I don't want to sneak around. Do you?"
"Well no," she said.
"Exactly, so let's have fun with it, give him what he wants," Dennis seemed animated as he said it, as if trying to sell a difficult concept.
Stephanie sniggered, "Can you give him what I want? I don't know if you'd really be willing to do that."
"What do you mean?"
"Would you do a threesome with us?" Stephanie asked. "I think it would be fun, I know Bryan would like it."
"This conversation just took an unexpected turn." He contemplated what the three way would entail.
Dennis pulled out his cock. "So he wants to see you do it?"
Stephanie leaned in, "Yes, but I want him to suck you off," she giggled.
"You little pervert," Dennis felt his cock rise. Sure, he could do that. "Okay, but I'm not going to reciprocate."
"Your loss, but it's a deal," she bounced on the bed, giddy. "So you want to go to the movies with me, huh? What am I, fourteen?"
"PG-13 babe. Only the best." Oh why did she have to be married, Dennis thought. She's pure gold.
In the shower they soaped each other's bodies, him allowing her to stand in the warm spray, the water hitting her back. Satisfied he was clean, she squatted in front of him. She grabbed his member and carefully put it in her mouth, water drenching her.
Reaching up and cupping his balls, she sucked him off. He came with a shudder and she half swallowed, half spit the warm, bitter fluid.
Leaving the hotel room was surreal. They had nothing to carry out but laptops and that felt strange, walking from the room like empty handed thieves. They kissed in the elevator and went their separate ways.
Going up the stairs to her apartment, Stephanie had knots in her stomach. She thought of her conversation with Dennis. Her fantasy was coming true. She turned the key to the deadbolt and entered their apartment.
Bryan came out of the hallway, "Are you okay?" he asked. "Honey I love you."
"Well," she said, "I guess we finally did it."
"How was it?" He asked.
"Great," she replied.