Author's Note:
This story contains elements of hotwifing. If this type of story does not interest you, I recommend finding something else to read. All characters in this work are fictional.
Enjoy!
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Tuesday Evening, following Amber and Jack's meeting at the coffee shop
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Amber's heart was beating faster than usual on her drive home from the coffee shop; the lingering sensation of Jack's hand still taunting her lower back.
*****
The house smelled wonderful, and Amber was starving.
"Hey, you!" Bill smiled brightly, glancing over at his wife as he put the finishing touches on their stir-fry. "How'd it go?"
"Pretty well, I think," Amber shrugged as she removed her jacket and slipped off her shoes, "I don't want to strangle him anymore, so that's good."
"Hey, progress!" Bill laughed as he shut off the stove and slipped off his apron. After preparing their plates, he wrapped his arms around her in greeting, "He didn't ask you to strangle something else before coming home to me, huh?"
Amber blushed as she playfully hit his arm.
"Kidding, kidding. C'mon, I can tell you're hungry, let's eat!"
"Okay, okay, one second! It's been a night," Amber called as she shuffled back into the kitchen, returning a few minutes later.
"Up for having a drink with dinner?" Amber grinned as she entered the dining room, brandishing a pair of wine glasses and a half-empty bottle of red wine they had opened the night before.
"Perfect," Bill smiled as Amber poured them both a considerable amount of wine.
Amber gave Bill a play-by-play of her earlier encounter with Jack over dinner, leaving out the part of the discussion Jack recommended she keep between themselves. Whether a result of being deep in thought from recounting every detail of her evening, or the effort it took to purposely leave out the secret segment of her earlier conversation with Jack, Amber only noticed Bill's cheeks were stained bright red after she finished her recap.
"He touched your lower back on the way out of the coffee shop?" Bill asked, his heart pounding in his ears, "Anything else?"
"Are you hoping there is?" Amber teased, studying her husband with a mischievous, half-lidded expression, "Should I have blown him in the parking lot? Worshipped him in the car? Fucked him in the alley?"
A flustered Bill shifted his weight in his chair, wholly unprepared for his wife's opening salvo, "Hey now--I'm just glad it went well!"
"Mmmm, maybe you're wishing it had gone even better? Somebody seems to enjoy the idea of me hooking up with our hung neighbor again," Amber drawled before biting her lip. She emptied the wine bottle's remaining contents into both of their glasses.
Bill's eyebrows shot up as Amber downed her glass before flashing him a devilish grin, he knew exactly what that look meant, "Fucking hell, Amber, I mean--look at you."
Amber extended a leg beneath the dining room table, rubbing at the freshly stiffened fabric of Bill's pants with a probing foot, "Hmm, well, I can't just leave you like that, can I?"
Bill straightened in his chair in surprise, failing to mount any sort of verbal response to her sudden assault. He looked up and inhaled sharply, trying to maintain his composure before meeting his wife's intense gaze.
Amber giggled, her smile complimenting the pink coloring her cheeks. Bill couldn't pull his eyes from her full lips--still wet, stained red from the wine.
"Well, we know what your little head thinks," Amber teased as she rose to her feet, walking around the table to close the distance between them, "what does your big head think?"
She ran a hand along his strong jawline before straddling him, resting her arms on his shoulders before wrapping them around his neck.
"You know how
I
feel about it," Bill shot back with a grin, "as long as you're one hundred percent comfortable with it."
"Are you sure you can handle sharing me again?" Amber teased, "Sharing your sweet little wife with Jack's massive cock? What if this time I--"
Bill didn't let her finish, pressing his lips hard against hers as he pulled her close.
"Maybe I want you all to myself tonight," Bill growled as he pulled away, turning his attention to her neck.
Amber pouted for only a moment before a soft bite on her neck sent bolts of pleasure down her spine--shuddering at the overwhelming sensation. Not one to be outdone, she slipped a hand down his pants, grasping at her prize.
Her lips curled into a smile as she leaned over Bill's ear, voice a silken, low whisper, "Your cock has been far too honest tonight to make me believe that."
Bill exhaled hard at her words. Moving quickly, he broke Amber's concentration with a soft bite to her collarbone. She yelped in surprise, heat whirling up from her core at her husband's playful aggression. She giggled wildly before Bill's lips found hers again.
"What did I do to deserve you?" Bill breathed as he broke their kiss, taking Amber's face in one hand as he ran the other over the curve of her ass. Squeezing hard, he drove another small shout from her chest in surprise.
Amber bit his lip hard before gliding her tongue between his welcoming lips, her thoughts beginning to spill into one another as her arousal began to peak--if just
seeing
Jack again could pull this passion to the surface then maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.
"Bill, I--"
The two lovers were interrupted by Bill's phone ringing on the table.
"Fuck," Bill mouthed, breaking their kiss, "It's after 8 pm, and I have it on silent. The only way they could reach me is if--"
Amber leaned back on his lap, arms still draped around his neck. She eyed him with a look of concern; already mourning the tension rapidly deflating between them.
"Shit, darling, I'm so sorry--," Bill rubbed his forehead, studying his phone before looking up at his expectant wife, "it's the IT department. I have to take this."
Amber nodded with a small smile as she slid off his lap. She did her best to hide her disappointment, her face still flushed with the same heat smoldering in her core.
"Hello? Yes..." Bill was quiet for a long moment, listening to the voice on the other line, "How long has it been down? Okay, I'll be on in a minute," Bill ended the call and turned to Amber, "I'm sorry babe, they're going to need me for a while tonight, apparently our infrastructure went down with the latest update to our framework, and I--"
Amber smiled softly and kissed her husband on the cheek, "Of course, no worries, my love! I'll handle the dishes and go shower. Good luck!"
Bill glanced down at his wife's neck, the mark he left now the same color as the wine still in his glass on the table. Shoving down the frustration coiling in his gut, he nodded at Amber's kind words, offering her a sad, apologetic smile before heading to his office at the end of the hall, closing the door behind him.
*****
Amber stripped off her clothes as she entered the bedroom, throwing them in the hamper in a huff. Cock-blocked by her husband's goddamn IT department at the climax of such a sexually charged evening? It just
had
to be tonight...
She removed her hair tie as she approached her side of the bed. Shaking her head, her wavy blonde locks fell over her shoulders and across her face. She stood motionless for a moment, breathing deeply as if she could expel the tension in her body with nothing but her lungs.
No luck.
She ran her hands through her hair in frustration, brushing it away from her face. She clicked on the lamp on her bedside table before inhaling sharply in an attempt to calm herself. The palpable frustration building throughout the evening threatened to boil over, her patience reaching its limit. The whole conversation at the coffee shop with Jack, dinner with her gorgeous husband--his taste still lingering on her lips, the feeling of Jack's hand on her body again--
The healthy amount of wine she had with dinner only muddled her racing thoughts. Amber let out a loud, lengthy sigh as she stretched in place--she
needed
a release. A shower would have to suffice until Bill finished downstairs.
Pulling open her bedside drawer, Amber peeled off her jewelry, placing each piece into a small box resting on top of the drawer's scattered contents.
'His call shouldn't take that long,'
she thought, staring absentmindedly into the drawer,
'I'll shower, and he'll be up here in no time!'
Amber sighed again in resignation at her misplaced hope. The situation seemed serious; no doubt it would be awhile.
Just as she began to resign herself to her lonely fate, a familiar, royal purple satin drawstring bag buried among her things caught her attention.
'No--Not tonight,'
Amber told herself as she looked away from the drawer. She had never used that without Bill.
Her hand trembled on the drawer handle, finding herself unable to close it. The phantom sensation of her neighbor's hand echoed across her lower back as she eyed the bulges in fabric, acutely aware of exactly what was causing the creases in the soft material. Amber felt a warm flush spill across her cheeks as she reached into the drawer with a hint of trepidation, wrapping a hand around the bag's heavy contents. She had a few other toys--the most recent addition being a gift Bill had gotten her back in April which occupied a lovely crimson bag in her drawer--but they would see no use tonight.
