The party was a quiet one, just a get together of about fifteen people in their new home. It would have been nice but we didn't know anyone in their town and were not even planning on staying the night before we drove the forty-five minutes back to our apartment. I turned to Scott sitting next to me and watched him take a sip of his diet coke. He was my designated driver tonight and so the party that was tame to me was probably feeling even a bit more subdued to him.
"Are you completely bored yet, baby?" I asked, setting down my champagne glass that was nearing time for a refill.
His eyes glanced down to my lacy black top that was showing an ample amount of my D cleavage and then he looked up and smiled. "I am finding things to keep me entertained." I touched his thigh and leaned over to kiss him, a smile playing on my lips, too. The champagne was starting to make me feel a little buzzed and I always want to taste his lips whenever that time comes. He met my eager mouth, his tongue just lightly grazing my bottom lip. A small moan escaped me and I pressed in for more, but he laughed and pushed me away gently. "Is the champagne making you horny, Lane?" I pouted and Scott just chuckled again and pecked me on the cheek.
"I'll get you some more," He grabbed my glass and stood up for the kitchen. I watched his tight ass walk away and admired his new haircut. He was really very handsome, almost painfully so with his black hair cut short and teased just enough to be sexy and lazy at the same time. His black rimmed square glasses just added this seductive college student aspect to him making him look like a hot nerd, which of course I knew him to be. We had been married for a couple years, but watching his ass through his tight jeans still made me wet between my legs.
I surprised myself by wondering if any other women here would compliment him on his haircut. I thought vaguely, as I listened to the music around me, if he would try to flirt with anyone tonight like we had talked about...if he would meet anyone worth conquering...
We had only recently brought up the possibility of him sleeping with someone else; the thought of Scott desiring the touch of other women was enough to make me cum hard during sex and the idea that someday he could actually fuck someone else was hot enough that after many weeks of conversation we finally decided that it was something we should actually look into. It was agreed upon that if any conquest were to occur, I would have to be explicitly involved in the process and somehow get to watch the eventual proceedings. I was going to be a cuckold, or at least something like one. For a while the idea was new and exciting, but when the weeks passed by with little opportunity to find someone to share his bed, the novelty started to fade and I think we both accepted that if it ever happened it would be when we least expected it.
I bit my lip remembering some of those conversations and how they always invariably ended up with my hand around Scott's huge cock, pumping him hard while we deliciously described to each other the things that we wanted to happen with this other woman. I sighed, wondering if there was anyone in this house who would fulfill this unusual fantasy for me and my sexy husband.
"Lane, I want you to meet Christi," Scott said with a smile as he interrupted my reverie by handing me my champagne glass and gesturing to a pretty brunette beside him. We smiled at each other and Scott grinned as he took a seat across from me and motioned for Christi to sit by him. A few other people were milling about, but no one was really paying any attention to the three of us as most people were outside on the front porch smoking.
Christi was very pretty, very cute. She was petite with short brown hair pulled into a small ponytail with a yellow barrette that matched the tiny flowers and skulls on her tight t-shirt. I could tell that her breasts were smaller than mine, perky in a way that made me jealous if I was being completely honest with myself. She had a flat stomach above long legs in a pair of tight blue jeans that showed off her round ass. I couldn't help but imagine Scott's dick as he thought about that ass. I realized I was staring and looked away from her body quickly, reaching for my drink. Before I raised the glass to my lips, however, I saw a tiny smile playing on her mouth before her downcast eyes turned toward my husband.
"So how long was your hair before you cut it?" She asked playfully, reaching up to touch his now short waves above his right ear. I gulped; knowing how aroused Scott can get when his hair is played with was very hot. I watched his eyes as he became increasingly turned on, smiling softly as I sipped the bubbling strawberry drink. He told her how long it had been and her hand moved there, just below his collar bone, and gently stroked his chest while they flirted. Scott seemed to have forgotten my presence completely, but Christi would occasionally glance over at me a bit wearily as if she were surreptitiously requesting permission to continue wooing my husband.
As they flirted, smiling at each other and exchanging small touches, I started to feel myself getting aroused. Part of me was insanely jealous and angry that my husband was fawning over some chit of a girl who looked like she had just graduated from high school and the other part, having just as strong an impact, was incredibly turned on by the obvious erection he was sporting in his jeans as her hands grazed his biceps and brushed through his black hair. He leaned in toward her and touched her earring with his thumb and forefinger, complimenting her on its color and she actually giggled and blushed before revealing that she had made the jewelry herself in her art studio.
"Wow, an artist! Did you hear that, babe?" Scott asked, not bothering to look over at me as he continued to grin broadly at the girl beside him whose eyes flicked over to me cautiously. I just added my grin to my husband's and told her that I thought they were lovely. I even suggested that I'd be interested in buying some.
Scott turned the attention back to Christi by then saying "You know, Christi, I think they are so beautiful because they match your eyes." He then touched her cheek softly and moved in toward her. She sighed and looked so completely and comically love struck in that moment that I couldn't help but giggle quietly to myself. It was soft and I tried to stifle it with my hand, but it was distracting enough to make Scott frown as Christi blushed and looked away, embarrassed. She glanced at me guiltily before turning her attention to the smokers who were all plodding back inside the house from the front porch.
Scott and I exchanged a look and I motioned for him to leave. He stood up and muttered something about the bathroom and then disappeared around the corner, leaving the cute brunette and me, her polar opposite, alone together in a slightly uncomfortable silence.
While I tried to think of something to say that was less slutty than what was actually on my mind, I thought that it was strange how I always fantasized Scott being with someone who looked so different than me. I loved seeing him with cute brunettes that sharply contrast my more mature, blonde (and I'd like to think sexier) body. Scott insists that I have a librarian look, a sexy nerd myself, especially when I wear my glasses while I give him languorous blow jobs after class. He even says I'm cute when I'm angry, a trait I'm not especially proud of. It does make me feel adorable though, which is something I definitely need sometimes after caring around such huge and perfect tits that usually inspire nothing but lust and jealousy.
I looked over at Christi and felt a pang of jealousy myself. Thinking that her body was what Scott wanted made me so upset I could feel the frustration welling up inside me. Instead of lashing out, though, I asked her what she thought of our mutual friends' new place.
"Er-it's really big...there are like three guest bedrooms." She smiled wearily and took a quick swig of her Bud. I drank, too, and wondered what she was really thinking about.
"Do you know everyone here?" She asked me suddenly and I shook my head.
"We're from a few miles north, but Joe and Megan have been friends of ours since high school." I smiled when she looked shocked.
"You and Scott went to high school together?" She asked, surprised.
"High school sweethearts. We've been together for about seven years. Married for almost three of that now."
"Wow. You guys are really lucky." She bit her lower lip, looking pensive.
"Scott is really a great guy, so it makes it easy." I leaned forward and gave her a stage whisper in mock secrecy. "Plus, he's excellent in bed." I moved back and chucked as she, too, cracked a smile and we laughed together briefly.
"What do you think of him?" I asked nonchalantly, sipping the rest of my champagne and waiting for her to answer.
"Well...he's charming and...sexy." She actually giggled and at least had the fortitude to look embarrassed about it. I groaned inside; I wasn't sure I could handle this. She drank more of her beer and then looked down and realized it was empty. She giggled again and told me it was her third one.
I was suddenly less cautious, the liquor making me open up as well and I leaned in over the table again, letting her see my cleavage through my thin shirt.
"Christi, do you want to fuck my husband?" I asked, a wicked glint in my eye, not sure if I was asking if she desired it or offering him to her for the night.
She was definitely surprised. "Oh my! No, no. Of, of course not, Lane! Are you crazy?" She looked shocked and horrified for a moment, and I just laughed and told her I was joking around. But as she stood up to go get a new beer, I could not help but notice that she really seemed to look more like a little kid who just got caught with her hand in the cookie jar and had really been looking forward to tasting those cookies.
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