WARNING: This story was written for open-minded people who get a kick out of erotic fantasies. If you're not one of them, either leave or don't complain.
CHAPTER ONE -- TO GET REVENGE MY WIFE TURNS SLUTTY
Kathy, my wife of 16 years, was acting a little unusual. Normally she's on the meek side, but tonight she seemed to be standing a little taller and carrying herself with greater confidence. It was almost as though she had a secret she wasn't telling me about.
I didn't think much of it at the time.
We were at the sophisticated bar of a high-end hotel in Honolulu playing a sexy little game we'd started playing a few years before. In order to get each other a little jealous to get in the mood for hotter than normal sex, we'd ask each other if we saw anyone 'interesting' in the bar. Interesting meaning that if we didn't have a spouse, we'd want to fuck them.
A male, as usual I found several women to be sexually attractive. My wife had me point them out. Then in conspiratorial good-humor she'd grill me about what I found most appealing about them.
Even though there were some good-looking men in the bar, it was difficult to get Kathy to say she was interested in any of them. Like most women she was much more picky than males. A weak 'maybe' was as much as she would commit to, and only with one guy.
After I ordered another round of drinks, Kathy made me tell her more about the women in the bar I found attractive. Was it their faces? Their tits? Their legs and ass? She always asked with a smile, making sure I knew we were playing the game together.
"See the one with the red hair and long legs," Kathy continued, "how would you like to undress her?"
"Come on," I said, "you know how I feel about red heads. And then I'd like to get my face between those long legs of her and... "
"And what, Kevin, eat her out?"
"For at least an hour!"
We both laughed.
"I can tell that you're not lying, you naughty boy," she said, slipping her hand under the table to feel my now hard cock.
"Maybe you'd like to be there when I went down on her," I said.
Kathy and I had enjoyed several threesomes during our years together, a couple of them initiated by her. But they were complicated. While she was turned on watching her tall and strong husband playing with another woman, and would even help me stuff my cock into the woman's eager pussy, it also made her jealous.
Things were more complicated by the fact that my sex drive was much stronger than hers, and that over the years she caught me cheating on her with a couple of women. This also brought up conflicted feelings in Kathy. She was proud that other women found me so attractive, and sometimes when she was about to orgasm she'd make me tell her all the details about my fucking them. But any other time my cheating was a source of great fury.
"So forget the redhead and the women here, love, aren't you attracted to any of the males?" I asked hopefully. "Can't you fantasize about stripping for one of them or they making you give them a blowjob?"
"You know me, Kevin," she smiled while squeezing my dick again. "I'd much rather be made to give a man a blow job than strip for him. I'm too shy to strip. Besides, I like take-charge men, like you. Although you didn't have to take charge with that bridesmaid bitch Jennifer, did you, and fuck her when I was sleeping in the next room."
Bursts of jealous anger were not uncommon with Kathy, but usually they passed pretty quickly.
"The problem with all the men here tonight are that they are suits," Kathy said. "They may be good-looking and successful, but if I'm going to go outside our relationship, I'm going to go for a guy who is different. Yeah, if I was going to cheat, I'd cheat with a bad boy," she said with surprisingly conviction.
As if on cue, a rakish young guy wearing a black leather jacket over a black t-shirt walked into the bar and took a stool not far from us. He had long hair, dark eyes, a strong jaw, and needed a shave. Although he was clearly under-dressed for the bar, he exuded a 'don't give a damn attitude' and acted as though he owned the place. I pegged him for being a professional athlete or musician.
"A bad boy like him," Kathy said nodding her head in his direction. "If I'm going to fuck another guy, it would be with a guy just like him."
That was the first time she'd ever said anything like that. I was stunned.
"That guy!?" I said. "Jesus, Kathy, he hasn't shaved in a couple of days and he's got a stupid tattoo on the side of his neck."
"Yeah, that guy with the two-day growth and the tattoo on the side of his neck," she said emphatically. "He's hot. Does my finding him sexy threaten you?"
"No!" I answered a little too quickly.
All this was a first, as in all our years of play cheating together Kathy had never expressed such a strong interest in another individual. And in such raw terms.
After ordering a cocktail, Mr. Leather Jacket stood up from his stool for the express purpose of getting a better look at my wife. What an audacious prick.
Their eyes met for a few seconds. He smiled at her. She looked away. Then she looked back at him. He was still smiling at her, but now like a wolf. As far as they were concerned, I wasn't even there!
"What the hell is with you tonight," I whispered angrily at Kathy.
Kathy turned back to look at Mr. Leather Jacket, then me. "Isn't this fun?" she giggled. "I'm having a lot of fun."
I suddenly felt fear. I'd always felt as though Kathy were mine, almost like my property. But tonight it was obvious she was feeling free to do what she wanted. And what she wanted was this rogue guy.
"Jealous, big boy?" Kathy laughed. "Nobody knows better than me what a powerful emotion that is. And all thanks to you, you big prick."
Oh boy, there was that you-cheated-on-me fury again.
I have a bit of kink in me, so for all these years I thought I would be turned on if my wife had shown an interest in having sex with another man. But now that the cuckold fantasy seemed like it might be getting close to reality, and the man was real, I didn't like it one damn bit.
It was obvious to Kathy that I didn't like it, and that pleased her to no end. She was getting a taste of revenge and finding it delicious.
Kathy turned back to look at Mr. Leather Jacket again, and he gave her a cocky smile.
"Kathy," I said, "give it up. He's 15 years younger than you."
"Young and hung, I bet. He's got big dick confidence."
'Big dick confidence'? Where the hell had my 37-year- old wife learn a phrase like that?
"Don't you think he'd be more interested in one of the younger women here at the bar?" I asked, trying to bring her down a peg.
Kathy glanced back at Mr. Leather Jacket, and he was still smiling in her direction.
"No," she said looking back at me. "I'm the one he wants, and he really wants me. How does it feel that a young bad boy wants your wife? And that your wife wants him. You always said you that would turn you on."
"Well, not if the guy was a jerk like him."
Kathy just laughed. You thought I'd want to fuck some vanilla guy, didn't you?" she sneered.
"Well, certainly not him."
Things were getting ugly.
"Here's a fun vision," Kathy said. "Imagine him taking me up to his room. I'd pour him a nice cocktail and have him sit on the couch while I did a slow strip tease for him. A strip tease that started sweet enough but turned very dirty."
"You strip? You're too shy. You've never even done it for me."
"You're not a bad boy like him. He makes me feel as though I would have strip for him, and do a damn good job of it or else. There's something electric about him that makes me want to become a complete slut for him."
"Kathy, what the hell has gotten into you tonight!?"
"I don't know, but I'd like him to get into me tonight."
"You being willing to be sexual things with him that you wouldn't do with me makes me really angry," I confessed.
"I love it," she laughed. "It's been a long time coming, but after all these years I'm getting my sweet revenge."
Then she put on a new coat of bright red lipstick and gave Mr. Leather Jacket a coquettish smile.
"Watch what happens now," she said, leaving me dumbfounded.
Kathy stood up and slowly walked in the direction of the ladies room. A petite blond with sleek body except for her generous boobs, she was wearing a low cut mini dress accessorized by a gold necklace and several gold slave bracelets. She looked sexy in a sophisticated way. Way too sophisticated for the ruffian she'd been flirting with.
And her walk. I'd never seen her walk so slowly and sensuously. She was like a cat in heat, tempting Mr. Leather Jacket with the sway of her fine ass. Inexplicably she'd suddenly become a cock tease, and a very good one.
I looked over at Mr. Leather Jacket, and he was grinning as he followed her with his eyes.
Then Kathy smiled back at him. That bitch!
Then the bastard gave me a look that said, "Your woman wants to fuck me, and you know it. What are you going to do about it?"
I'd been humiliated enough, so as soon as Kathy returned from the can we were going to get the hell out of there.
But I never got the chance, because Kathy came out of the head and in that same sexy stroll walked up to Mr. Leather Jacket!
What the hell was she doing?
I'll tell you what she was doing. Arms behind her back and squirming around like a little girl who needed to pee, she looked up at Leather Jacket as though he were a god. Eyes bright, big smile on her face, all aglow.
Mr. Leather Jacket accepted the adoration as though it were is due, and told her something funny while gesturing at me. The fucker.
When Kathy finally looked my way, I angrily gestured for her to return to me.
The bitch just waved me off! Even worse, she stroked the front of the asshole's leather jacket as if to say, this is how I'd like you to stroke my breasts."
The green monster of jealously was eating me alive. I'd never felt this way before. I'd always been in control of the women in my relationships. This was new and making me furious, but I didn't know what to do.
