The next two weeks were great for Jolene and I. We had sex every day and sometimes more. And almost every time we both had fantastic, mind-blowing orgasms. Whenever it looked like we were in danger of slowing down we just watched the video from the warehouse and off we went on another multi-day binge. We couldn't maintain that pace for long though, and after a couple more weeks we had slowed down to a more normal rate of making love every other day or so.
It was about this time that I started wishing that I had not erased the "Shazam" trigger. Then I would remind myself what had happened at the strip club, and how close we had come to disaster and came to the conclusion that I had done the right thing. But still I fantasized about what fun we could have had if I had not erased it.
Not that I had anything to complain about really. Jolene was almost the perfect wife now. Our relationship was better than ever; we still had disagreements, but we hardly ever argued anymore. She did more than her share of the housework and continued to work out at the gym. In fact, I was amazed at how far she had come in her martial arts. She was now quite capable of defending herself now, if she had to, and getting better every week. Our love life, although it had cooled a bit, was still great. Jolene was a wonderful and imaginative lover. She still dressed provocatively for me and no longer appeared to be self conscious of her body. In fact, she seemed to enjoy showing it off for me. So, indeed, I had nothing to complain about whatsoever, I had everything I every wanted in a wife. Didn't I?
This was the situation when the next shock to our relationship occurred. We were out at one of the local drinking establishments after dinner and a movie. The band was local, but not too bad, and Jolene was dressed to the nines looking as sexy as ever. I was looking into her eyes and contemplating a nice romantic love-making session later on when someone stepped up to our table.
"Excuse me." A male voice said. I looked up into a youthful face. He was perhaps twenty years old and looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place him.
"Yes." I said politely. "What can I do for you?"
"I don't know if you remember me," he started a little uncertainly, "but I sure remember you." He was looking at Jolene as he ended this sentence. "My friends and I made a bet, and you helped decide it. I still have the, ah, proof."
Jolene looked surprised, and maybe a bit embarrassed. We really never expected to see this young man again.
"Oh, yes, forgive me for not recognizing you right away. I hope your little prize still brings you fond memories." I said, hoping that it did.
"Yes, yes, it has. In fact, I think about your wife quite often." He replied, now looking a little nervous himself.
"Is that a fact?" I mused. "I'm Peter and my lovely wife is Jolene. And you are?"
"Um, my name is Roger."
"OK, Roger, it's nice to make your acquaintance, again. So what can we do for you?" I repeated my initial question.
"Well, as I've said, I think about that night a lot and I've always regretted that I didn't ask her to dance." Roger answered. "And I vowed to myself that if I ever saw you again, I would."
"Well, I wouldn't want to interfere with a vow. Go ahead and ask her." I said, feeling a little of the lost excitement coming back.
"Would you please dance with me?" He asked my wife politely. My heart skipped a beat on the "please", but I had to remind myself that those days were gone.
"Only because you asked nicely." She replied, but there was a look in her eyes that I'd not seen in a while...nah, it was just my overworked imagination.
They moved to the small dance floor and joined the five or six other couples already there. It was a standard rock beat and I enjoyed watching her dance. Roger wasn't too bad himself, certainly better than me, so I wasn't surprised when they stayed for the next song as well.
After that the band switched to a slow ballad and it looked like Jolene was going to return to our table, but Roger held onto her hand and said something that I couldn't make out. I was surprised when she stepped back to him and moved in close for a slow dance. Several more couples took to the dance floor and my sight-line to her was blocked much of the time, but from what I could see Roger was holding my wife tightly against his young body as they swayed to the slow beat.
A couple of times I could have sworn that I saw his hand on her ass, but I didn't think she would allow that unless she was under some sort of post-hypnotic directive, and I hadn't given her any. Then I also thought I caught a quick glance of them kissing while in a tight embrace. But no, I must have seen a different couple; there were several out there that were kissing after all.
When the song was over the band took a break and all the couples headed back to their tables, except for Jolene and Roger. They were nowhere to be seen! I looked around quickly to see if maybe they went back to his table, or the bar, or the bathrooms. But no, I didn't see them anywhere in the place! I was starting to panic. I could feel my gut tighten just like it did a month ago at that strip club. Those memories all came streaming back with astonishing clarity.
I had just seen her not more than thirty or forty seconds ago, so she couldn't have gotten far. I stood up and quickly strode over to the dance floor, hoping for a clue as to where they had gone. When I got there I scanned the area and spied a rear door. As I walked towards it I realized that it was an emergency exit and not a general purpose entrance/exit. Did she go out this way?
Then I heard a muffled moan off somewhere to my left. I turned and in the dim light saw a stairway leading up that I had not known was there. Probably the way to the business offices, I thought. Then I heard the moan again, and this time I was sure it belonged to my wife. I headed up the stairs quickly, but deliberately. At the top there was a short hallway that led to several offices, but there was light coming from only one, so I headed that way.
When I stepped through the door I was once again treated to an erotic sight involving my wife. Jolene was laying on an old Steelcase desk, legs dangling off. Her dress was bunched up around her waist; her bra and thongs were gone. The young man that she had been dancing with was between her legs urgently thrusting into her willing pussy. She was pulling on her nipples and biting her lower lip as she did when she was nearing her climax.
I stepped into the room; to do what, I wasn't not sure. A large black arm stopped me however. I turned to see one of the big bouncers off to the side, blocking my way.
"Wait your turn." He warned in a low menacing tone.
I appraised him as a threat and decided that if I had to, I could probably take him, but it wouldn't be easy. He was well muscled and had that easy-going stance of someone that knew how to take care of himself in a fight. I stepped back and decided to see where events led, although I had a pretty good idea.
I watched the young man quicken his pace as he fucked my wife. My own cock was a steel bar in my pants as I watched her approach her orgasm. Suddenly her body went rigid and her mouth fell open in a silent scream; only a quiet high-pitched squeal could escape. I was always fascinated with the way the pleasure played out on her face, and this time was no different. At this moment my wife exuded pure sexual energy and I marveled at the way it rippled up and down her body.
This was evidentially too much for Roger because he thrust one last time into Jolene's slippery depths and held it here as he shot his seed into her, moaning loudly. Spent, he stepped back, his hard cock sliding out of her tight hole with an audible "slurp". Stumbling backwards he fell into a chair with a loud thump and muttered "Fuck me."
Now the bouncer stepped forward and began playing with Jolene's tits as he kissed her deeply. I was so engrossed with this scene I almost missed Roger as he tried to sneak out of the room. I grabbed him tightly by the arm.
"How did you get her up here?" I demanded.
"I didn't force her man, she wanted it too." Roger replied defensively.
"You must have done something." I pressed, squeezing his arm tighter.
"I didn't do anything, I just asked her to slow dance with me." He insisted. "She started grinding into me and kissing me, so I grabbed her ass. She was really getting into it, gasping and moaning, and carrying on." He explained, the words just tumbling out of him.
"But how did you get her up here?" I hissed.
"I just told her that she was totally hot and that I would do anything to get her into bed. She told me that sounded divine, that's the actual word she used, and that maybe if I asked her nice my dream could come true. I didn't believe it for a second, but I thought, what the hell, and I asked her real nice if she would like to have sex with me. When she said "yes" it blew me away, so I took her up here. My uncle owns the bar, so I knew it would be OK. Now let me go please." He implored.
"Just one more thing." I said, my mind reeling at the possibility, but I had to know. "Did you say 'please' when you asked her?"
"Um, maybe." He scrunched up his face like he was trying to remember. "Yeah, I think I did."
I let go of his arm. "Take off, but don't tell anyone else about this." I admonished as I gave him as threatening a glare as I could muster.
