"Steve, you sure you want to hear this?"
"Yes, I think so." I felt a reassuring twitch of my cock. "Yes, I do."
"You don't sound sure?"
I slipped a hand up under the short, red lingerie top my wife was wearing. My fingers found her already hard nipple. My cock twitched again. After all these years of marriage and I still love feeling her breasts. "Oh I'm sure honey, I'm sure. You know I want to hear all."
"Ok, stop me anytime I go too far." My wife Linda whispered in my ear.
"Honey I think you already went too far. Now I want to hear about it. Remember the phone call. I knew what you were thinking of doing. Now you just have to tell me all."
"Ok Steve. I know you want me to talk. But please don't change your mind. I'm a little embarrassed still."
"Embarrassed?"
"Yes. Maybe that isn't the right word. I guess shocked at my behavior."
I felt her hand slip down my stomach. Her fingers found and encircled my cock. It was as hard as I had ever been in my life. She gave it a few strokes. I literally felt her confidence level rise.
"Ok here goes. I can't hold it in."
I knew she felt my cock respond. We've been married for 35 years. We have few secrets. Her hand went to my balls. I said nothing, waiting.
"Well there I was in Atlanta with Diane. You know we won the big contract from California. That put us over the top in the sales category. We won the competition and the bonus. It was a last minute thing. Others were not happy but all congratulated me with halfhearted remarks. Of course Diane loved all the attention. I was a bit more reserved. The traditional after-banquet cocktail party went on with many dagger looks sent my way. It increased my sense of triumph. I'd beaten them all. I loved the challenge, the thrill of victory. I wished you were there to help savor the moment, but you weren't. I didn't talk to too many people. Diane, the big flirt, was having a wonderful time. She danced with some guy for an hour. Then they left. He had his hand on her ass."
At this point I did feel a bit of jealously. I'd wanted her business partner Diane for a long time. I shook off my fantasy and concentrated on what my wife was saying.
She continued, "I'd been in California for a week. My time clock was off. In spite of the time 1 A.M., I was wide-awake. You understand don't you honey?"
"Yes, Linda I do. Go on." I understood very well.
"The bar was closing, the waiters looked impatient, so I crossed the street to a different hotel. Their bar was still open. So I took a deep breath and went in. I hadn't been in a bar by myself for years. So there I was standing in the door of a bar with my silly trophy in hand. There was a guy sitting in a booth in a quiet corner—wearing a tux of all things. Collar undone, bow-tie hanging-a real bowtie at that—he seemed relaxed. He stared at a small glass trophy in front of him on his table."
Ah, the other man I thought. Linda stroked me a few more times. She'd never talked this much before.
He looked at me and I looked at him and we both started laughing at our silly little trophies. "Hey," he said, "join me. Looks like we both won something." He slid over in his booth and I couldn't believe it. I just sat down next to him and we started talking. Just like that."
"He was a good-looking man. I estimated he was in his early 40s. He certainly knew how to wear a tux. Dark, sandy hair, with gray streaks at the sideburns he seemed trim and fit.
He said, "My trophy comes with a nice bonus, so no complaints. Just a lot of hate-stares from the others."
"Same here," I said. "It was fun to win. Everyone congratulated me then left."
"Steve, are you ok with this so far?"
"Yes, you really haven't said much I didn't know already."
"I know. I'm stalling."
"That's ok Linda. Draw it out. No need to go too fast. We have all night."
"You're sure?"
"Linda honey. You know I do. You can't stop now."
"You know this is hard for me. I considered not telling you anything. You know I hate to talk about this."
I moved my hand to her other breast. They still stick out nicely after all these years. Then there was that favorite part I loved, the little red triangle between her legs. I wondered if he had seen them—the soft red curls.
"So start with his name."
"Matthew. I guess I haven't told you that have I? He's a police captain from Memphis. Married."
"A cop? Lucky he didn't bust you for solicitation."
"I know, I thought about that later. I just slipped into the booth next to him."
"So what did you two talk about?"
"The weather, politics, current events, the usual. He was the perfect gentleman. Just wanted some company, I guess."
"So Linda, where is this leading?"
"To the embarrassing part. Or shocking or whatever."
"So now we're down to it. The part that really upsets you?"
"Yes."
"So far you're sitting in a bar with a perfect gentleman."
I slipped my hand down between her legs. Into the beautiful red curls, my fingers traced a line. The same place I wondered if Matthew had recently been. I felt her stiffen as I moved my fingers lower.
"It's ok Linda, you know I've already guessed the outcome."
"Steve, honey, I know you have. It's just hard to talk."
I began to massage her clit. She was as wet as I ever remembered. I could feel her respond. "It can't be that hard. Go on."
"It was me Steve. I wanted him. I made the moves. He didn't seduce me I…"
"I what Linda?"
"I made the first move."
"And that's what you are upset about?"
"Yes, honey. I'm a happily married woman with a husband I love. I made the move. I wanted him. It's my fault. I couldn't not tell you. Are you upset?"
"Only if you don't go on."
"Ok honey. So we are just sitting there…the two of us just talking. He was so nice. Such a perfect gentleman. And then…" She hesitated.
I licked her left nipple, felt it stiffen, "And then Linda?"
"And, and…then I looked at him. He was so handsome. His gray eyes, so intelligent, his dark hair, a little gray at the edges, I just, I just…
I rubbed her clit a little harder, taking her to the edge, "You wanted what Linda. What?"
"Oh Steve, Oh Steve. I wanted him."
"How did you want him? Tell me Linda."
"I…I wanted him naked. I wanted him to make love to me. Steve, I wanted it very, very badly."
"I know you did honey. I could tell when you called. I could hear it in your voice. It's ok honey. I understand."
"Do you really?"
"Yes, Linda. I've told you that you could take an occasional lover. You just never believed me."
"Oh god, I'm so, I'm feeling so…I always felt you were joking, never serious."
"I kissed her. You don't have to feel anything honey except pleasure. Just tell me more."
"Ok, so I wasn't sure what to do. I didn't know how to ask. I couldn't just blurt out 'How about a fuck Matthew.' Besides I wanted an ok from you."
"That was good thinking. You know what a dirty ole man I am."
"Yes honey, I'm sitting there thinking of all those erotic stories you write and post online."
"So how did you seduce this reluctant cop?"
"Well smarty pants, I used an idea from one of your silly fantasy stories."
"The phone call you mean?"
"Yes. I sat there thinking, now that I've made my decision, how to get things rolling. I didn't want to be too direct. Besides it was getting late."
"So that story I wrote last year, but never published?"
"Yes, honey. See it was your fault for giving me the idea and the ahhh I guess technique I guess is the right word."
"So it's all my fault?"
"Yes of course. So just like in your story, I took out my cell phone and hit the speed dial for your phone."
"Oh yes, the ring knocked me almost out of bed."
"I thought it brilliant when I said to you, "Hello mother."
"Took me a while to figure out you hadn't called the wrong number."
"Yes, Matthew looked at me quite surprised as we chatted about the prize."
"I figured something was up—I'm really kind of bright you know when you kept calling me mother."
"And honey, you will like this part. I shifted in the booth, pulled my legs up so Matthew could get a better look while I was talking to you. I was such a slut."
"That you were."
"Such a gentleman, Matthew, he acted like he didn't notice my legs, but he did."
"Of course, men don't miss things like that."
"Then I said it."
"I remember Linda. Say it again."
"Mother, I've had a little too much to drink. I won't be coming over to your house tonight. I'm spending the night in this hotel. You should have seen Matthew's eyes flicker when he heard that. He knew what I wanted."
"I knew what you wanted also Linda. We all three knew. I admit I had it easier than you having to remember to call me mother."
"I was almost in shock at what I had done. I looked at Matthew to see if he had taken the hint. I needed his help."
"He wouldn't be much of a cop if he couldn't take that hint."
"He did come to my rescue. Funny word that. He put his hand on my knee. It was like fire. No man other than you has touched me like that for a long time. He slipped his hand up to my thigh, touching me, while I talked to my husband. I have to admit it was quite a turn on. He had the most beautiful smile. When I hung up he said, "It's a long way back across the street. Want to share my room."
"Good line smooth."
"I know honey, I was so nervous. Would I really go through with it? I knew I would but…."
"And you said to him?"
I said, "Before we go, I'd like a glass of wine." He ordered, we sat and chatted a while."
"And then?"
"And then, thank god he got more aggressive. He took my hand and we went upstairs."
"Did he touch you on the way?"
"Yes, in the elevator, he had his hand on my ass. I loved it. I remember thinking; So Diane thought she would have all the fun tonight."
"Was anyone else on the elevator?"
"No just us clutching our stupid trophies. He was very nice about it. Just touched me a little. I'm so glad he didn't do anything gross like try to grab and kiss me."
"You two were heading to his room? What were you thinking?"
"I had mixed emotions. I felt so…I guess nervous is the word. Yet his hand felt so nice. I guess I was also excited. And then I thought of you."
"Me?"
"I could have this affair with Matthew without you knowing. But I'd called you. You knew. I was a bit upset that you said ok. But then I was also excited and a bit relieved."
"You two arrived at his room?"
"Yes, he was still such a gentleman. He knew I was nervous. I really hadn't had that much to drink. He opened the mini-bar and we shared a glass of some mediocre white wine."
I had to laugh at Linda. She knows her wines. "How did our stud cop proceed?"
I saw her eyes looking at me intently. Her hand caressing my hard cock ceased movement. "Are you sure Steve? You can guess what happened. Do you really want to know more—details?"
"You know I do."
"Yes, I do have some trouble understanding that but ok. Can we blow out that candle and pull up the covers? I know it sounds silly but I can sort of hide and just whisper in your ear."
Out went the candle and she pulled the sheet over our heads. "Like this Linda?"
"Much better."
