David propped himself up on one elbow and looked at his wife Emily laying beside him in bed reading a book. His voice is gently teasing as he speaks.
"So, you and Alex were getting along particularly well tonight."
Emily looks up from her book flushing slightly at the mention of Alex, David's best friend from high school and the best man in David and Emily's wedding. Earlier, they were at a local bar with Alex and his wife Lisa. A live band had been playing and Emily and Alex had spent much of their time on the dance floor.
"Yeah," she replies, keeping her tone light. "He's fun to hang out with."
Alex has been attracted to Emily since David introduced them and does little to hide his feelings. Emily, while flattered, is devoted to David and usually deflects Alex's flirtations with a smile and a laugh.
"He is." David says agreeably as studies her face. "He also flirts with you relentlessly. You usually just brush him off. Something was different tonight." He tilts his head, raising an eyebrow.
Emily looks away, the heat rising in her face as she realizes how easily David can read her. In truth, she has always found Alex handsome and charming. "I'm sorry, David. I got a little tipsy and let my guard down." She pauses, a small shy smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "The attention is nice and I was..." she sighs "I was enjoying it more than I should have." She meets his eyes again, her expression apologetic. "I'm sorry if it went too far."
David smiles pulling her close and kissing her softly. "It's okay, you stopped short of too far, I think. I liked watching you, actually."
Emily relaxes, nuzzling into her husband enjoying the warmth of his body. "You liked watching us?" She looks up at him, curiosity in her eyes.
David nods. "Yea. You were really flirty and there was... heat between the two of you. I should have been jealous but it was so out of character... It was fun to see you letting go. Especially during those slow dances." He waggles an eyebrow.
Emily shifts uncomfortably recalling the sensation of dancing with Alex, his hands on her hips, her arms around his neck, their bodies pressed together, the occasional suggestive whisper. Even now the memory causes a familiar warmth to spread from her tummy.
"Oh, it was just a dance" she says softly, looking down, trying to play it off as purely innocent. In reality, Emily has fantasies about giving in to Alex's advances, a guilty pleasure kept to herself.
David feels the subtle movement of her body and pulls her closer, his voice dropping. "The way you were looking at him on the dance floor... If I were a stranger watching you, I would have put money on the two of you leaving the bar together." He pauses for a moment, his eyes narrowing. "And you were clearly..." he smiles at the flush in her cheeks. "pretty excited."
Her pulse quickens, the warmth in her tummy spreading as her body responds to the memory of Alex's touch and tawdry whispers. "Was it that obvious?" She asks quietly.
David simply smiles and nods. He had been strangely aroused by watching the resolve of his otherwise devoted and faithful wife dissolving while she danced. He found himself silently willing them to kiss, his mind filled with images of Emily losing control, wrapping her arms and legs around Alex as he claimed her.
"I was a little turned on I guess" she admits reluctantly.
"A little?" he says skeptically.
Emily sighs "Okay okay. More than a little" she admits. "He felt really nice and he kept saying... really naughty things..." her voice trails off, embarrassed that she had enjoyed his illicit whispers.
David feels her heart race. "I saw him whispering, and you gave him that shy sexy blush that I love. What did he say?"
"It was just silly talk" she says quickly, a cold flush running through her. "I was being foolish. I should have made him stop."
"Oh, now I have to know!" David says with an amused smile. "I think it's hot that you were turned on. What did he say that made my sweet wife all gooey."
She feels a strange thrill that her inappropriate behavior seemed to be turning him on. She wasn't sure what she had been expecting from David but this definitely wasn't it.
She takes a deep breath, her heart pounding. "He said that he's always wanted me." She begins slowly, watching David's face. "And that my body was driving him crazy."
David nods his encouragement and she continues "He said that he wanted to unwrap me like a present and... taste every inch of me." She shivers as she imagines Alex's mouth on her body. "He said that he knew that I was wet and that he wanted to make me cum harder than I've ever cum before." Her voice quavers as the confession tumbles out. Repeating Alex's naughty suggestions causes a flush of arousal to move through her body like a wave.
"Were you? Wet?" David asks, a coy smile on his face.
She looks up at him, shifting positions as the explicit conversation causes the throbbing between her legs to intensify. "Yes. He was hard and it was..." she glances down at her lap and back up "rubbing against me, driving me crazy. I was... I was so wet and I kept imagining..." She closes her eyes, shaking her head. "I'm sorry, it was wrong. I let it go too far."
"You kept imagining what, baby?" David asks softly, his own arousal growing as he imagines what she must have been feeling. "Tell me, please."
"Shit" she replies softly, seeing that David was determined to pry it out of her. "I kept imagining... that it was inside of me instead and that he was touching me, kissing me, making me cum." She feels her nipples hardening and she squeezes her legs together recalling how close she came to actually having an orgasm on the dance floor.
David's hand slips between her legs contacting the wet fabric of her panties. "Emily, baby. You're soaked. And you didn't get to cum. Poor girl."
Her legs open for David's hand as he lightly presses his fingers against her damp panties. "No... I didn't." she says shyly, feeling exposed and vulnerable as her dirty secret is pulled from her.
David teases her slit with his fingers as he talks. "I loved the way you were moving. It was so erotic, like you were making love standing up."
"Oh god..." she moans, the teasing from David's fingers loosening her tongue. "I wanted him inside of me so badly... I wanted him to make me cum..." She stops suddenly, eyes widening, shocked by words slipping past her lips. Her hand flies up to cover her mouth. "I'm sorry I... I shouldn't have said that."
"No, probably not. That's not something that nice married girls say. Or want. So naughty." His voice is low, his lips grazing her ear, his fingers gently teasing her clit through the thin fabric of her panties.
"I know, I know." she moans, her body responding to his contact. "Part of me was tired of being a good girl and wanted to be bad. Just a little bit." Her eyes close as she leans into him. "I'm sorry, baby. I wasn't being a good wife."
"Oh baby, knowing that you want to be a bad girl is an incredible turn on. What did you say? Did you tell him that you wanted him?"
"No... but he knew." She bites her lip. "I... I actually reminded him that I was married" she giggles. "Like maybe he forgot."
David smiles at her familiar laugh. "And what did he say to that?"
"He said that just makes it more exciting. And then... he kissed my neck. Right here." she points to her neck.
David kisses her neck softly where she is pointing. "Right here?"
"Yes, just like that." she sighs, the contact sending ripples through her body. She sinks into the sensations. "I didn't stop him. It felt so naughty... Then nibbled my ear and said that wanted me to be his little secret."
"Oh my god... That is so hot! What did you say?" His hand slips into her panties, fingers exploring between her lips. "God, you are so wet, baby"
She moans, her body responding to his touch, her hips rising to meet his fingers. "I... oh, fuck baby. I...I said yes. I said I'll be your little secret." Her hips move in time with David's fingers, her body begging for release, her voice straining. "It just slipped out, I'm so sorry! It was the wine and I was so horny and... I didn't really mean it..."
David's fingers slip inside of her, his voice low against her ear "But it's so tempting..."
"Oh god, baby, so tempting... I wanted it... I wanted to be his secret." she moans, her hips keeping time with David's fingers, her arms around his neck, face buried against him. "But it wasn't real... it was just talk... I wouldn't really..." She gasps as David's thumb circles her clit, his fingers filling her up. "Oh, God, right there... right there... please..."
"It would be so easy to just... send him a message after I leave for work..." David's voice is soft, coaxing.
"No I... I wouldn't..." Her eyes squeeze shut, David's fingers and voice feed the fantasy already in her head. "fuck... I can't stop thinking about it." Her voice is breathy, her body arching into David's touch.
"A quick text... 'Please come over.' Let go, tell me what happens next." David curls his fingers, increasing his pace, his lips kissing her neck.
She moans, long and low as David's fingers hit just the right spot "Oh god... I imagine that he comes over while you're gone... he doesn't say anything, just pushes me up against the wall and kisses me hard, his hands all over me." her voice thickens as the images fill her mind. "And then he undresses me, kissing me everywhere, tasting my pussy, making me call out his name." She pauses, looking up at her husband, flushed and panting.
