Attending the corporate party was a requirement. I spent it sipping liquor and talking to my superiors and co-workers. Faith's task as my wife was being charming, and she managed well: she was fun, pretty, playful, polite, and clever when necessary. She discussed Mendelssohn at one table, Balzac at the other, told an anecdote about Einstein's life that made some physicist burst out laughing. When the party had ended at midnight, we shook hands with the host and took a taxi.
In the car, I couldn't keep my hands off her. Defending herself, Faith squeezed me through my pants and said in my ear:
"I actually have a surprise for you."
"A surprise?" I said. Then I felt the familiar thrill. "Or The surprise?"
Her lips were half-open. I could feel her warm breath on my ear and smell sweet gum and wine. She arched her tongue and mouthed, "The."
"Oh God, but when did you manage to?"
Suddenly, I was tense with arousal.
"Stop it, the driver'll hear."
"When, pattycake?"
"Shut it or else."
I reached to kiss her, but she withdrew with a smile. Spent the ride smoothing out her black dress. My pretty adder. Who has she wriggled with?
When we were home, she took me to our bedroom, pushed me on the sheets, hiked up her dress and, losing the shoes, stepped on above me.
I caressed her legs, looking up. Faith slowly crouched, fell on her knees and started rubbing at my mouth. Smiling, she pulled the fabric aside and, at last, smothered me with her pussy.
"Pattycake, you are horny."
"Not as horny as you. Suck."
I sucked. Pussy smelt of perfume, sweat and sex. I opened her with my tongue and drank salty lube. Then musky blobs, one by one, fell into my mouth and washed down my throat. The taste spread through my mouth like medicine, killing the natural taste of my wife. Faith was looking at me from above.
"How did it taste?" she said.
"But when, pattycake?"
"How did it taste?"
"Pattycake, when?"
"When you were occupied with cards."
"Who was it?" When I wasn't talking, I was sucking.
"Well, which one of them does it taste like?"
"Pattycake, I don't suck off my co-workers."
Faith was smiling at me. Her dress kept falling on my face, and she kept tucking it up so we could see each other.
"Why not?"
"You're a bad girl," I said.
"No love for me?"
I put my hands on her bottom and pulled her towards me.
"I love you more than anything in the world," I said in her pussy.
Not answering, she stepped off me and sat on the bed. "Well. Get out, I need to dress myself."
"Who was it? Patty, please."
"I said get out. You smell like a horse."
When I was back from the shower, Faith was already in her home clothes. She winked, and I smiled. My wife was holding cotton underwear in one hand, her pink dildo and a bottle of lube in the other. Blowing me a kiss, she locked herself in the shower. When I thought how tomorrow one of my colleagues will be looking at me with the "I fucked your wife, buddy" eyes, I grabbed my dick and jerked off as if I was strangling a vermin. Faith in the shower was gasping and moaning.
"Yeah... fuck me harder!" I heard her say. The illusion was almost complete. "Yea-hmmm, like that... ah!"
I could barely hold it. It was easy imagining her with someone else right in there. Then running water drowned out her moans.
Fresh and clean, in pajamas so tame she seemed ten years younger than her twenty-nine, my wife climbed in bed and switched off the lights. We were silent. I could hear her breath.
"I love you, pattycake," I said after a few minutes, hugging her. "But I'm still horny. Sunshine, help!"
"Yeah," she said, "You know, he enjoyed it a lot. Pulled the wedding ring off my finger and fucked it into me."
My cock inflated.
"Dear God, Faith. Who was it?"
"What do you care?"
"Faith, tell me. I work with those people."
"He made me say you were a pathetic sad shit."
I put my hand on her leg. She brushed it off.
"And what did you tell him?"
"Said you were a pencildick. Guys like him love this."
I pulled her towards me.
"What else? What, he just put the ring in your pussy and fucked you?"
"Yes."
"How did it feel?"
"I didn't feel it."
I whispered in her ear, "Pattycake, did you come?"
"I did in the shower."
"Ah! So, he wasn't that good?"
"He smelled nice, held me steady and fucked me deep. I'm sleepy, Andrew."
"Show me the ring, patty."
She brushed my hair.
"Calm down."
"Patty, the ring."
"I said, calm down."
"Pretty please, patty."
She sat up in the bed, pulled the ring off her finger and shoved it in my face.
"Take it," she said. "Take it and let me sleep."
Then she squeezed it between my lips.
"Like the taste?"
"It tastes of soap."
"Well, good. Now put it back on."
She held out her finger. I held the ring with my lips and slid it on, feeling her nail tickle my tongue and throat. There was creme or perfume on it, bitter and a bit slimy. Looking me in the eyes, Faith pulled the finger out with the ring now on it.
"I feed you come, I stick things in your mouth, you are my little bitch."
"I love you, Faith."
She reached for my dick and jerked it slowly, looking up, lost in her thoughts. She was moving her hand slower and slower, until finally she fell asleep.
***
This January I had a day off. When Faith was back from work, I was playing online with some friends, sitting on our couch in front of the TV with a controller in my hands. Faith announced her return, I greeted her back. She walked past me, saying hi; I said hi. From the bedroom, she asked if I was busy, I said - game, can't you see?
For several minutes Faith minded her business - or so I thought. Then, half-changed into home wear, she walked to the couch and, standing behind me, smeared a handful of semen all over my face.
"Have a good time," she said, and walked to the kitchen.
I got killed in the game. My team was now losing.
"Faith!" I said.
Other players asked what I meant. I said, "Sorry, my wife. Gotta run, guys."