I had that conversation with Stefi, and it changed my perspective, but not much else. I didn't know about her past indiscretions with those college boys, but as she described some of her encounters with them, I was in complete understanding as to why she did what she did. And that helped me to come to terms with why I did what I did. Temptation is a hard thing to deal with in the moment. Maybe I was weak, but it wasn't inspired out of cruelty or a lack of love for Lukas. I was introduced to a new kind of sex with Willy and Stefi, and I really enjoyed it. I wanted more.
So, she made me see how my little fling with Captain Grant, and my fun encounter with Ambrose was foolish and wrong, but also sort of inevitable. My inner sexual awakening was bound to inspire some further exploration. I went about it wrong, but thankfully I had an understanding husband who was willing to forgive my mistake and indulge my new desires to some degree.
But his suggestion of more partners, even strangers, was a shock. He said he wanted me to be his slut-wife. Stefi told me about her night on the beach with Willy, meeting those four young guys and how she serviced each of them while Willy fucked her. I was dripping wet by the end of that tale. And the way she told it was so exciting and sexy, I could tell she really enjoyed it and wanted more. She said that's likely what Lukas has in mind.
And so, when I got that fateful call from Lukas, my nervousness jumped into my head, but it was met with curiosity and anticipation. But I get ahead of myself.
I was working on the weeds around the house, enjoying a second day off in a string of four I had till my next flight. The sun was hot, but there was a lovely breeze, and I had my big straw hat to give me some shade. My new attire, inspired by my husband's love for seeing me in skimpy things, and my exotic role model next door, consisted of a very snug tube top, very short shorts, and gardening boots. Yeah, I looked ridiculous.
I almost didn't hear my cell phone buzzing on the outdoor coffee table where I left it, and rushed to answer. "Hello." I gasped.
"Hey, babe." Lukas said on the other end. "You alright?"
"Yeah, just sweating to death." I sighed. "I'm pulling those weeds I let go for too long, and the sun is brutal."
"Tell me about it." He snickered. "We just finished pouring some concrete for a patio. Been out here without shade for the last four hours."
"Oh, poor baby." I giggled. "What's up?"
"Well, umm... this is kind of a heads up, and kind of a temperature check."
I frowned and shook my head. "I don't know what that means."
"Well, I'm thinking of inviting Andre back to the house for dinner and a couple beers." He said.
It took a few beats for the significance of that to sink in. Dinner and beers. At the house. One of his workers. Then I understood. I never met Andre, but I'd heard of him from Lukas. New guy. Supposedly one of his best. Smarter than most, very eager to take on any job, and very handy with the ladies apparently. I recalled Lukas saying how he had changed girlfriends three times in as many weeks.
"Inviting him over for dinner?" I said tentatively.
"And beers." He affirmed. "Is um, that okay?"
I took another beat before answering. "Is this about... what I think it's about?"
I heard him chuckle on the other end of the line. "It could be," he said, "if you're okay with it."
"And if I'm not?" I asked.
"Well, I was hoping you'd give it a chance. At least meet him."
I could hear the pending excitement in his voice, and I knew he was imagining the possibilities. And to be honest, so was I. We discussed this, his new fantasy/obsession about sharing me with other men. He mentioned that he might like to see me with some of his regular workers. This could be a huge mistake. I knew that. But I knew he was so eager to try it.
"What if I don't like the look of him?" I asked.
"Then it's a no deal, of course." He said at once. "We can just have dinner, drink a beer or two, and send him on his way. No problem."
I heaved another sigh. "Oh god... okay. Umm... I'll order some stuff from the grocery store."
"Excellent!" he almost cheered.
"What time?"
"We should be there around five. Good?" He sounded so cute with that tone of excitement in his voice.
I couldn't help but giggle nervously. "Five. Dinner won't be ready till six though."
"Perfect." He said. "And, umm, babe? Would you... wear something hot?"
"Hot?" I mused. "Want me to just wear my thigh boots and a smile?"
"Hmm, now there's an image." He growled eagerly. "But seriously. You know what I mean."
I sighed and felt a flutter of butterflies' bloom in my belly. "I'll think of something." I breathed.
"Love you!" he said with a thrill. "See you then."
Five o-clock wasn't all that far away. All I needed to do was order groceries to be delivered, take a shower, find something sexy to wear, do my hair and makeup, prepare a dinner, and meet a total stranger who works for my husband to decide if I want him to fuck me tonight. And I had about three hours to do it. Sure, no problem.
I got my gardening things put away and got started. Hours later, when I heard Lukas pull into the driveway, I had just finished with my makeup, and checked myself out in the full-length mirror. My reflection looked pretty good, actually. I turned one way then the other and my reflection smiled back at me. I think I looked sufficiently hot.
