Shattering Crystal

A fairly short story of another relatively common LW theme with a Bandor twist.

Google Docs says it is 4094 words. There may be a part 2. I'm thinking of something fun that could work.

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I made my way back from the men's room and was just turning the corner when I caught sight of my beautiful wife Angie sitting at the bar. I stopped to watch her. She was magnificent, but tonight more than usual. Her hair was up, showing off her long neck, accented by the dangling gold earrings. Her little tan dress was stunning with the way it clung tightly in some places and was loose and revealing in others. I'd never seen the dress on her before, but I was impressed. Even from this distance, I could see her nipples protruding proudly. The pair of black spiked heels added to her sultry look, but her long, shapely legs, exposed almost to the hip due to the slit in her dress took my breath away.

I was a lucky man.

I smiled with pride and shared a brief gaze with Angie as our eyes met. She nodded, with a mischievous grin, then turned back to the bar to sip her cocktail. I was already getting aroused and had to adjust my trousers to give my cock more room to expand. I made my way over to an empty booth and sat down, making sure I had a clear line of sight to my wife.

The waitress appeared instantly. "Hi, can I get you a drink?" she asked with a bright smile. She was pretty but was not hot enough to distract me from the gorgeous woman in the tan dress. "Yamazaki 12," I said. "Neat."

"Right away, sir," the pretty server replied before moving away to fetch my drink. My phone pinged, and I pulled it out of my suit pocket. It was a text from my wife.

"Ready?" it said.

I pulled out my wireless earbuds, and inserted them into my ears, then texted back: "Yes. You look incredibly sexy."

"Thanks," came the reply, "I feel incredibly sexy."

I watched as she pushed a couple of buttons, and then my phone started playing a happy little electronic song signaling an incoming Skype call. I answered and saw my lovely Angie's face on the display.

"Hey baby," she said into the phone.

"Hi, honey," I replied. "You look so good; I may just come over there and pick you up myself. I'm not sure I need any more stimulation."

She smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Now, now," she admonished me. "Stick to the plan. We'll have plenty of time for that after the little show. After all, I do believe this was your idea."

She was right. It was my idea.

Recently, Angie and I had been doing something to spice up our love life called the Fantasy Jar. We both wrote down some fantasies on pieces of paper and put them in the jar. Each Friday morning we pulled one out and then did whatever it said that night. We read them in the morning as sometimes the fantasies might be involved and require time to prepare. This was the third time in the past four weeks that we had done it.

The first two times had ended with some of the hottest sex we've had in years. Both of those times, the cards that we drew had been Angie's suggestions. The third fantasy was mine.

Angie was in Cleveland on a business trip last week but was due home around 2 in the afternoon. We Skyped Friday morning from her hotel room, and she couldn't wait until she got home, so she told me to pull out the card for that night's fantasy. When I read it, she was thrilled and looked forward to getting back to prepare for our fantasy date.

Here's what I had written:

"Angie will get dressed up in sexy, revealing dress, roleplaying as an elegant married woman, named Crystal, out to cheat on her husband. Crystal will go to a local hotel bar, order a drink, and sit at the bar. I'll come in separately and sit in a booth to watch her. Crystal will then spend time flirting with men. She can do anything she wants with them, in the bar, provided her dress and their pants stay on. We will have a Skype call up the entire time so that I can hear everything that Crystal and her admirers say. Then, when I'm ready, I'll use the safe word "apple butter," come to the bar, retrieve her and take her up to our room to fuck the hell out of her."

Unfortunately, Angie's return flight was delayed and then canceled due to a massive, late-season snow storm hitting the Cleveland area. She had to stay there Friday night, and we were afraid she might not get home until Sunday. Luckily, she was able to get out Saturday afternoon, and we had another hot night of sex even without doing the Fantasy Jar.

So, tonight was our delayed third time to do the Fantasy Jar. Instead of drawing a new fantasy, Angie insisted on doing the one we had drawn last week. She was very excited to roleplay as Crystal and wear the dress she bought last week in Cleveland.

I left early to check in and to get dressed at the hotel. Angie would transform herself at home, so my first time seeing what the lovely Crystal looked like was when I walked into the bar a few moments earlier.

I was so nervous I was trembling.

"Apple butter," I said jokingly. "Ok, let's go fuck."

"You're too funny," She said, trying not to appear to others that she was talking to me. "You only get to use the safeword once, so save it for when you really need it."

"Ok, I guess I will have to wait, but I want Crystal badly," I whispered into the microphone.

"You're going to be the only one who gets all of Crystal tonight, baby," she said playfully. "Now, mute your mic, so you don't distract me."

I turned off the microphone and sat back to wait and watch. The waitress dropped off my drink, and I took a big swig. A few minutes passed, then two middle-aged men in suits came in and sat down just to Angie's left. I could see her running her middle finger around the rim of her martini glass.

I heard a man's muffled voice as Angie turned to her left. "It's open," she said.

She picked up her phone and pretended to check something as she whispered, "Showtime," to me. She placed the phone back on the bar, on her left side, so it would be closer to the man. Smart girl.

"So what brings a beautiful lady like you out tonight?" the man to her left asked. "You here for the conference?"

Angie turned more toward him and uncrossed, then re-crossed her legs, the slit parting again revealing her thigh to the hip.

"No, I'm here on a business trip," she said sweetly, "My flight got canceled, and I'm stuck here until tomorrow. That's the second week in a row I've been stranded in a hotel."

I was impressed with her cover story. I thought it was a great way to use her recent trip experience. Someone once told me something about the best lies being based on something real.

"Lucky for me," the man said. "I'm Dan, Dan Martin." He stuck out his hand.

"Crystal," Angie said as she gently shook his hand. "Nice to meet you."

"Lovely name for a lovely lady," Dan said, trying to be charming. "I can't help but notice the ring on your hand. Does your husband know you're at a bar dressed so beautifully?"

Angie giggled. "He knows I went to the hotel bar, but he has no idea how I'm dressed or what I might get into."

Dan turned sideways, facing my wife until his knees were brushing against her thighs. She toyed with her drink, then took a sip. Her large, firm breasts and erect nipples on display. The neckline of the dress was cut so deeply that the inner halves of her tits were bare, and the upper part of her abdomen was visible. The cloth clung tightly to the curves but was so diaphanous that is almost seemed painted on. Not only could he make out her inch-long nipples, but at that distance, I was sure he could see the little bumps that covered her aroused areola.

The neck opening itself was loose and poofy so that unless she wore double-sided tape, her tits would be practically falling out. From the way they moved as she turned back and forth, it was clear she was not wearing any tape. I had no doubt that Dan was feasting his eyes on her full, bare tits.

My cock was so hard it was practically ripping through my pants. I was ready to go retrieve Crystal and take her upstairs and fuck the hell out of her, but I knew the longer I let her have her fun, the hornier she would be. So, I waited a little longer. However, I knew I couldn't take much more of this teasing.

Dan put his hand on the back of Angie's barstool and scooted closer to her. She smiled, and her knee looked as if it were pressed against his crotch. His pant covered leg was blocking my view of her thigh.

"Your husband is a lucky, lucky man," Dan said a little breathlessly.

"He isn't here, though," Angie said, licking some of the sugar from the rim of her glass. "Maybe someone else is going to get lucky tonight."

I un-muted my mic. "You ready to go? I'm ready," I whispered, the arousal and need distinct in my voice.

"Not yet," Angie said.

"Huh?" Dan asked, sounding confused.

"Uhh, I mean not yet, I'm not ready for another drink," She raised her glass, downed what was left and smiled. "Now, I am."

Dan signaled the bartender and ordered another round. I did the same with my server. I noticed the bar was filling up, and many men were admiring my wife. One guy, in particular, kept staring at her openly. I couldn't blame him. She was hotter than anyone else in the place.

As I waited for the drink, the conversation with Dan continued. He was flirting aggressively, and I saw his hand land on Angie's thigh. She picked it up and put it back on his leg. Neither spoke about it. A couple of minutes later, he did it again, and she didn't move it.

"It's so interesting meeting new people in bars," Angie said. Her voice was shaking a little. I could see her knee moving up and down against his crotch. "Sometimes you get really, big surprises."

I un-muted again. "Are you rubbing his cock? Are you saying he's big?"

"Mmmm," Angie said softly. "Yes."

I muted again.

Dan leaned close to my wife like he was whispering in her ear. I couldn't quite hear what he said, but it sounded like, "You're so wet."

This was getting way out of control. "Is he fingering you?"

"Yes," Angie moaned.

"Ok, I think we're done," I said.

"Ok, Ok," Angie spoke. I couldn't tell if she were talking to Dan or to me. I watched her sit up and push him back. "That's a little too much, Dan. Cool your jets, big boy."

"Sorry, I can't help it," he said as he slid back on his stool. "You're just too fucking gorgeous. What do you say we go up to my room and talk about this in private? I can have a bottle sent up."

"Uhh," Angie glanced at me, "wow, Dan. I don't think I'm really ready to take that big of a plunge. I just came here to hang out at the bar some and have a little harmless fun. Sorry."

"Oh, so you're just a cock tease?" he asked as he stood up. Angie turned away from him. Dan tossed some money on the table and then told his friend good night and left the bar.

"Jackass," Angie whispered.

I un-muted again. "Damn, Angie, don't you think that was a bit too much?"

"You said anything I want as long as my dress and his pants stay on. In case you didn't notice, we're both still wearing them." She said it with a giggle, so I didn't think she was upset.

"Yeah, ok, but I didn't think about that you can do a hell of a lot still clothed," I was considering calling the whole event over, but I didn't want to spoil it. Then it hit me. "Are you wearing panties?"

"Nope," she laughed. "Don't worry baby, I won't do anything bad. At least not until I get you in the hotel room."

"Ready to go?" I asked, hopefully.

Just then the guy who had been staring at her so openly walked up to her.

"Crystal?" he said tentatively. "That's you, isn't it?"

Angie spun to face the man and seemed surprised. She stared at him.

"What are you doing here? Another business trip?" he asked. I sat up and watched more closely, ears straining.

Angie didn't respond.

"Remember? Last week in Cleveland?" he said, "It's me, Tony."

"Oh, yeah, uh, Tony," Angie said, sounding uncertain. "Sorry, I was just uh, surprised." She cast a glance at me, nervously. Was it nervousness or guilt I saw on her face?

Cleveland? How the fuck did this guy know her name and that she had been in Cleveland last week.

"I saw you from over there, and I couldn't believe it was you." He continued, talking very animatedly. "But, I'd recognize you anywhere, especially in that dress."

"Uhh," was all she said.

Tony sat down in Dan's old seat and faced my wife. "How long are you here for? Spending the night? Got a room?"

I was too stunned to speak.

"Uhh, just for tonight," Angie said. "I'm sorry. You said it's Tony, right?"

"Crystal, you know my name, honey," he replied. "After that night, I don't think you'd forget it. You were screaming it..."

Suddenly the Skype call went silent. It didn't drop, it just went quiet. She'd fucking muted it.

Suddenly, Angie stood up, pushed past Tony, and stormed out of the bar. She headed around the corner and down the hall to the ladies room. I got up to follow, but the server was in the way. "Leaving? You need to close out."

I dug a hundred dollar bill and handed it to her. "That's for me and the blonde at the bar. Keep the change."

As I exited the bar, the Skype call came back to life. "You there?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm here!" I nearly shouted. "Who the fuck was that guy?"

"I have no fucking idea!" She declared. "Can you believe the nerve of some guys. He was acting as if I knew him."

I could hear water running, but it cut out along with any other background noises.

"You still there?" I asked. "Where are you?"

The sound came back. "I'm in the restroom." The sound cut out again.

"Hurry up," I told her. "We need to talk."

The sound came back on just long enough for her to say, "I'll be out in a minute."

When she appeared, I was waiting right outside the door. She looked flushed and red-eyed. Had she been crying?

"So, tell me who the fuck that Tony guy is and how he knew your name and that you were in Cleveland last week. And what was that about screaming his name?"

She shook her head at me, "He's just a typical opportunistic asshole!"

I stared at her, not really believing her words.

"I get hit on by guys like him all the time when I travel, honey," She said as she took my arm in her hands. "Let's go up to the room."

"Yeah, right," I said and pulled her hands off my arm. "I'm not going anywhere. Tell me the truth!"

"Honey," Angie began, talking to me like I were stupid. "He was at the bar when I was talking to Dan, and he heard me introduce myself. That's how he got my name."

That part was plausible. "But how did he know about Cleveland?"

"Uhh," she hesitated, "he heard me tell Dan about my trip last week."

"Bullshit!" I snapped. "You didn't mention Cleveland to Dan."

"Yeah, I did, at the beginning of our talk," Angie said. "Remember, I told Dan how it was the second week in a row for me to be stuck in a hotel. Last week Cleveland, this week here."

Oh, yeah. Angie had said that, but I was not 100% certain she had actually told him where she had been stuck. I guess it was possible.

"So he overheard my conversation. Then, when I blew Dan off, he saw his chance. He came over and acted like he knew me, pretending that we'd hooked up last week in Cleveland. He thought it was a funny pickup approach and that I might play along. Instead, it pissed me off, and I told him to fuck off."

"Why did you mute Skype?" I asked, defensively.

"I didn't mean to," she said. "I was in such a hurry to get away from that creep that I grabbed my bag and my phone and accidentally bumped the mute button. I didn't realize it until I was in the restroom."

Hmmm. That could be true, too.

I let out a long breath. "Ok, so you didn't go down to the hotel bar last week in Cleveland as Crystal to live out the fantasy without me there?"

"God, no!" she exclaimed. "Is that what you think? Jesus, honey. You can't really think I'd do something like that!"

"No," I stammered. "I-I guess you're right. I guess I kind of ruined the fantasy."

"Not at all," she said, retaking my arm. "You got me all hot and bothered, now take me up to the room and fuck me, before I change my mind and go home to my husband."

I gave her a warm smile and led her to the elevators, then up to our room. I thought about her explanation. While it was indeed possible, it didn't feel probable. That guy Tony was so excited to see her. If he'd been acting, he should be a professional. I couldn't imagine Angie cheating on me, but before tonight I could not have pictured her taking OUR fantasy so far as to be fondling some old guy's cock and letting him finger her in public!

When we got into the room, Angie immediately turned to me and grabbed me. I pulled away and said, "Let's have a drink first."

"I don't need any more booze," she said, laughing. "I need a cock."

I acted like I was trying to mix us up a couple of drinks. "Damn," I declared. "We don't have any ice. Why don't you get ready and I'll run grab us some ice?

Angie looked disappointed, but she also didn't seem like she wanted to protest my decision, so she let it slide. "Ok, that's a good idea. Don't take too long. I'll be in bed waiting for you, and if you take too long, I may start without you."

I kissed her on the cheek and grabbed the ice bucket. I set it down next to the door after stepping outside, then got on the elevator and went back down to the bar. I looked around, but the Tony guy was nowhere to be seen.

"Back for another round already?" the cute server asked.

"No, just looking for someone. Do you remember the guy at the bar with short brown hair in a light blue suit?"

"Yeah, he just left," she said.

Shit. "Ok, thanks," I told her then left. I was going to have to go back up and deal with Angie, but I was not really in a mood to fuck her. I wasn't really sure I bought what she was selling. I stepped in the men's room to splash some cold water on my face. Tony was standing at the sink washing up.

"Oh, hey," I said.

"Hi," he replied. He seemed uncomfortable having a strange man talking to him in the men's room. Usually, that would be someone wanting to suck your cock in the stall.

"Hey," I began again, "I couldn't help but notice you talking to that hot chick in the tan dress. You know her?"

"Yeah," he said, looking angry. "Her names Crystal. She's a crazy one."

"How so?" I asked.

"I met her at a bar last Friday in Cleveland," he explained. "We hung out. I thought we had a great time, but today she pretended to not even know who I was. She got pissed and threatened to call hotel security on me if I didn't leave her alone."

"Wow, that's harsh," I said. "So, you hung out? Did you nail her? She looks like she'd be a good fuck."

"Dude," he said, brightening up. "You have no fucking idea! That bitch is the best piece of ass I've ever had. We fucked all night Friday and again on Saturday until she had to drag her ass to the airport to go home to her lame ass husband."

I stared at him in a bit of shock. I knew at that moment, my marriage was over. I should march back up to the room and confront Angie, but right then, I couldn't stand to see her face or to hear her lies. She had betrayed me and broken my trust, not only destroyed our marriage.

My loving wife must like being her alter-ego Crystal. At that moment, all I could think about was the way a crystal goblet shatters into thousands and thousands of tiny, razor-sharp fragments. Then I realized how I could confront Crystal without having to come face-to-face with Angie.

"Look, we've been a little dishonest with you," I said.

He gave me a strange look. "Huh?"

"Crystal is," I hesitated. "She's my wife."

He blinked and threw his hands up. "Woah, dude. I'm sorry, man. She didn't tell me." He was backpedaling.