Alice's night moves
"Every time we drive by here I start getting wet, Ben."
We were driving past Marquette Park on the way to dinner one Friday night. It was our date night and had been six weeks since the night she'd interviewed the Quintero brothers there in a dark and secluded pavilion. They had of course passed muster with flying colors. Alice was well satisfied with them. I had anxiously waited for her to tell me that one or both of them had called or come to the house to make arrangements to tend her garden but they had not- yet. I was certain she'd be forthcoming about any contact she had with the brothers. She had no reason to keep any secrets in that regard. After all, I had been the one who'd put them on her scent.
The Quintero's had agreed that they wouldn't try to get better acquainted with my wife until such time as I gave them license to engage with her. And Alice herself had told me that she wanted me there if she were to require more of their services. They were free of course to contact her and negotiate terms but there'd be no further intercourse until such time as I approved it. I liked being in control and perversely, Alice likewise wanted me to manage her affairs. I say perversely rather than conversely because she poked and needled me about her sexual autonomy and agency but when push came to shove she wanted me to be the sole agent and promoter of her extracurricular activities.
Her own agency was more that of agent provocateur. That had shaped up to be the nature of her game. She would flirt with random strange men and taunt me by flaunting her independence until she had pushed my patience far enough that I thought she required punishment. And oh, how she craved that punishment!
I knew she had loved her interlude with the Quinteros and I guess it wasn't much of a surprise that she was aroused recalling it. Whenever I replayed the night in my mind I could feel the blood pumping into my cock too. I looked over at her. It was a hot night so she was wearing a white cheesecloth micro-mini shirt-dress. It was very short coming to the upper thigh and buttoned from the hem to the collar. It was exactly like a man's long sleeved droptail dress shirt but fitted tightly in the bodice for a woman's body. One major exception was that it was transparent in the right light, so underneath she wore a flimsy lace bra and an equally filmy thong. She was covered, but barely.
Alice had always dressed to express her sensual nature but ever since the subway tryst her sexuality had run rampant and she pushed out the boundaries of her formerly more moderate style. I loved it! It's true that she got a lot of male attention but I enjoyed that. What had always set me on edge in the past was her outrageous flirting that was calculated to stir up my jealousy and possessiveness, but we were slowly reaching detente in how we handled that. She got to have her excitement and I controlled her dance card.
After having watched her engage with such gusto in her sexual adventures I was learning to relish watching her and even participating. I liked having control and she loved the sudden switch to submissive. It supercharged both our libidos and since we were both much more satisfied our quarreling and bickering had vanished. We were both happier and more loving.
"Every time we drive by here I start getting wet, Ben."
"I get excited when I think about it too, Alice. Are you feeling frisky tonight?"
She laughed. "Maybe. We'll see. Right now I'm hungry and I want a drink. Then we'll talk."
"Have you heard anything from Henry or Javier? Did you want me to call them or are we going to have a quiet night?"
"Down boy! Let's just wing it and see how we feel after dinner. I might want to try something different, but just hold your horses and we'll go with the flow."
So I put aside any ideas about having a play night and we just made small talk and enjoyed our meal. I let her take the lead as usual. When we'd eaten dessert I asked if she wanted another drink or to maybe go dancing. From the sparkle in her eye I knew she had a project in mind but she'd tell me when she was ready. I ordered drinks and as we polished them off she took my hand and said drive, Benjamin.
In the car I asked where to and she said she wanted to go back to the park!
"Okay. Anything special in mind? Are we just going for a walk?"
"Patience, my love. I just want to scope it out, take a look around." Maybe she really wasn't sure what she wanted to do but I suspected she liked keeping me in suspense. That's how she liked it, to start out dominant and have me yapping at her heels until I'd had enough and then we'd swap roles. So far, anyway. She was liable to change things up just to get me off balance. The only thing predictable about Alice was her unpredictability.
I drove straight to the park and pulled into the exact spot we'd parked that night six weeks ago. This time she took me by the hand and led me. We went right to the pavilion. At the west end there was a small concrete block building under the canopy for the bathrooms. There were three guys loitering around the building but they dropped back in the shadows when they spotted us coming.
"Quite a few single men here for this late at night." She observed.
"Well, it's a popular cruising ground Alice."
"Cruising ground? You mean like, cruising for sex?"
"Yeah. It's well known for being a place where you can get an anonymous blowjob. When you come here some days the place is littered with used rubbers and Handi-Wipes."
She giggled. "Seriously? Guys come here to get their dicks sucked?"
Then it dawned on her. "Oh! You mean like from other guys! I was wondering where the hookers were."
"No, if you want a hooker you gotta try water Street, downtown. Or one of the strip clubs. Lucky's, the one in the South Side Business District, always has a collection of thriving young entrepreneurs plying their trade down there. Security kicks them out of Lucky's parking lot but they just take up a spot in the appliance store lot instead, or at the liquor store."
"Hey!" Alice said and looked sternly at me..
"Stop right there!" I told her. "I know what you're gonna say. How do I know so much about all this shit? Alice, every adult male in the city, including the preachers, knows all this and so do half the minors. Although I reckon if you're looking for a priest we're already in the right place."
"Okay, got it. It's your story and you can stick to it if you want." She looked at me with mock suspicion.
"Honest, Alice. I've never rented a hooker and I have you always willing to blow me at home so I don't need Mike Tyson in a mesh tank top to do it for me. Everything I told you is all just common knowledge on the street. Christ,
you're
the community liaison. Get with the program!"
"Obviously I went to the wrong training seminars. I should have just studied under you."
"Well, the night is young. I'm hoping before it's over you
will
end up under me."
"If not sooner then later, Ben. Who knows? I may even end up under someone I haven't even met yet." She gave me a wicked grin and winked. I didn't ask for details.
"Jesus, look at all the graffiti. I saw it last time we were here but I was preoccupied with my interviews. Are all these phone numbers legit?" she wondered.
"I doubt it, but I reckon some must be. Why, you want to call one of 'em?"
"No, I was just wondering. Is it like that inside too?"
"I've never been in the ladies but don't all public toilets, male and female, have plenty of graffiti?"
She looked around. A couple of guys had ventured back closer to the pavilion and were watching us. The older one kept grabbing his crotch while boring holes in Alice with his eyes. One guy that looked to be around fifty years old or thereabouts was dressed in a clean new looking track suit. He was pretty tall and fit looking and he was clearly keeping an eye on Alice. I didn't blame him- she looked fucking hot. If you got her with her back to the street light you could see her body clearly outlined in that shirt dress.
Taking me by surprise, Alice waved to him and then threw open the door to the men's toilet and walked in. It swung shut behind her and I stood there just watching for a minute. Suddenly Mr. Track suit made a decision and headed slowly but steadily our way, probably because I hadn't followed Alice into the toilet. The door to the toilet opened again about a foot and my wife stuck her head and arm out. She waved to him again, this time with a come on over here motion. Well, shit! I thought. The guy looked at me and I just shrugged. It was Alice's play. Unless she asked for my input I supposed she just wanted me to wait.
Track Suit didn't run but he didn't waste any time either. He walked over, opened the door and went in. Maybe a minute later Alice poked her head out again and gave me the come hither sign. Unlike the punter she had in there, I hurried.
"He says it isn't safe to fool around in here." Alice told me. "He says sometimes when the cops drive through they check the toilets for public indecency. We have to go into the woods."
"We do?" I answered.
"Well, yeah, if we want to have fun we do."
"And do we want to have fun?"
"Sure. Why not?"
"Um, I can think of a couple of reasons. Buddy, can you step outside a minute?"
