The main event.
This is a cuckold story about a husband who wants to share his wife with another man. A work of fiction. All characters are over eighteen years. For best understanding, start with chapter one.
***
Sy was useless at work. All day long he could think of nothing but his wife, Amanda, and her boss, Glenn, going on a date tonight, a date they all knew would lead to sex. All day long, over and over, he thought,
Tonight, it was really going to happen!
He had to force himself to keep his mind on work. Otherwise, recurring thoughts of Mandy's date paralyzed him into inaction. But every time he had a spare moment, his thoughts turned to his wife and his mind was seized anew by a potent mixture of fear, anger, jealousy, and most especially, overwhelming excitement.
All day long he was off his stride and he knew it. He barely managed to go through the motions. He answered the phone. He dealt with issues only as they arose to demand his attention. His mind was always on Amanda and what she was about to do with Glenn.
At lunch he wanted to call his wife, or at least send her a text, but didn't dare. He remembered her stern admonition not to call or text. At two pm he received a text from Mandy, and his excitement skyrocketed. He swiped open his phone.
Amanda:
Thinking of you, Babe. Hard for me to get any work done today!
Sy:
Me, too. Thinking of you all day.
Amanda:
You can still call this off. There's still time.
Sy stared at his phone screen. Mandy had caught him by surprise with that reply, and the temptation to call it off suddenly swamped him. He felt such a sense of relief! He hastily typed out a reply.
Sy:
Call it off!!!
He stopped his finger just before it hit 'send'. He stared at the screen. If he sent that message,
the game
stopped completely and probably forever. Mandy had made that point very clear. He would never...
never...
get to watch.
He typed a new reply.
Sy:
Do it.
He grasped his hand and forced his trembling finger to hit 'send' before he could change his mind. Afterwards, he broke into a cold sweat and his heart pounded in his ears.
***
Amanda looked at the text from her husband. She had expected this but it shocked her nonetheless.
Sy:
Do it.
Two little words. Two syllables. Four letters with such power!
Okay, Mandy, stay calm,
she thought.
Sy absolutely wants you to do this.
You've given him every chance to back out but he wants to press ahead. Well, if that's what he wants that's exactly what he's going to get!
It was time for her opening gambit. She wanted to surprise Glenn and even shock him. She had given considerable thought to what she did next. She took from her desk a yellow post-it note and a fine-point pen. Using her smallest and neatest printing, she carefully wrote out a message to Glenn.
She wrote,
I want to perform fellatio on your bare penis. Teach me how. I will swallow. Shred this.
She left the note unsigned and handed it to Glenn in his office, then turned and left. A few moments later, she heard his paper shredder running.
***
At four pm Sy left work and drove home. He had left early because he couldn't concentrate on work, and now he found he could barely concentrate on driving.
He got home and poured a shot of whisky and downed it. He was about to pour a second shot when he remembered his promise to Mandy, so he put away the booze.
That booze sure would have dulled the tension,
he thought. He felt tight as a bow string.
He paced the floor and looked at the time. Five pm. Mandy was probably just now leaving work with Glenn. Where were they going? He thought of the possibilities.
Why haven't I thought about this before? I have to know where they are!
He went online and checked for dinner and dancing venues. There was only one venue that offered all the amenities: a fancy bar, fine dining, a dance floor with live music, and a four-star hotel. The downtown Savoy! That had to be it! Impulsively, he grabbed his coat and keys and headed for the garage.
***
The office floor after five pm was mostly empty when Glenn walked into Amanda's office. He bent over and quietly said, "Meet me at Walmart in the parking lot. Park near the south entrance and I'll pick you up. You're going to get your wish."
Glenn turned and left without another word. Amanda secured her computer, locked her desk, and got her purse and coat. She took one last look around her office, turned out the lights, and locked the door, just like she had done every other night. But tonight was not like
any
other night!
***
Sy drove downtown to the Savoy in a cold sweat but he resisted the urge to speed. He realized he needed a disguise and found his black baseball cap and wrap-around sunglasses. It would have to do.
He had to park five blocks away and in desperation he ran rather than walked to the Savoy. He arrived in the hotel lobby in his makeshift disguise and looked around, catching his breath. There was no sign of Mandy. He looked in the bar. It was mostly empty and there was no sign of Mandy. He walked to the dining room and tried to quell the panic rising in his chest. He had barely taken in the whole room before the maitre'd asked if he had a reservation. He shook his head 'no' and walked away. There was no sign of Mandy!
Had he guessed wrong? Had they driven to some out-of-town, roadside honky-tonk with a cheap, drive-up motel?
No, that couldn't be right!
Glenn was too classy for that, especially on a first date.
First date!
My God, Mandy was on a date with Glenn! The enormity of what he had done hit him hard. He had caused this and now it was happening! His wife was on a date with another man!
And his wife planned to fuck that man!
Sy tried to stifle his panic. He consciously slowed his breathing while he took stock.
It was too late to search anywhere else. Now, all he could do was wait in the lobby to see if Mandy and Glenn showed up. He sat down in a chair with a view of the entire lobby, including the entrance to the bar and restaurant. He pretended to read a newspaper. He noticed the desk clerk periodically giving him the eye and he tried remain calm. He was not a paying guest. If he attracted attention he could be asked to leave.
He found himself searching every face for signs of his wife. He watched for her at the main entrance, the elevators, and the shops. He watched the entrances to the restaurant and bar. He turned his head to surveil the grand staircase. He dare not miss her! And always, he strained to hear his wife's voice.
How much longer could it be?
He checked his watch. He'd been in the lobby twenty minutes.
The elevator bell 'dinged' and Sy turned his head to check. The elevator doors opened and out stepped Amanda and Glenn, smiling, talking, and holding hands! They must have come from underground parking. In seconds they walked into the bar and disappeared. Sy felt momentary joy at finding his wife but crashed hard when she vanished just as quickly.
This is not a dream! This is really happening!
***
The Savoy Hotel had a landmark bar catering to the upper crust. The dark, polished wood interior was dimly lit by wall sconces and individual table lamps. Polished brass, marble, and glass tastefully accented the decor. It was an intimate space for romance and seduction.
Shortly after six o'clock, Amanda and Glenn were seated at a table in the back of the bar, drinking Manhattans and waiting for their dinner table.
"This is a good Manhattan," said Amanda.
Glenn felt her stockinged foot play with his leg. Her toes worked up his pant leg to rub against his bare skin.
"Mandy, your note today? It drove me crazy all afternoon," Glenn said. "How did you know about my...uh, weakness? Did Tiffany tell you?"
She smiled. "Maybe. But it's something I think you deserve, something I want to do for you. Actually, I've wanted to do it for quite a while." She surprised herself with her sudden confession and it made her blush and feel hot inside. She was overcome with embarrassment and she looked down at her hands.
It was something new and exciting, a mixture of alcohol, shyness, and sluttiness. It made her eager to bare her thoughts and share her secrets with Glenn.
"Quite a while, you say? I had no idea," said Glenn.
