In the days that followed her tryst with her neighbor Matt, Lisa was torn. She hadn't told Tom, afraid of what it might do to her relationship or their friendship with the Carlyles. While she undoubtedly enjoyed herself and the thrill of being so decadent was undeniably appealing, she didn't know if it was worth destroying everything she and Tom had built. What would she do? She put the finishing touches on her lasagna and slid it into the oven. She poured a generous glass of wine and went to sit on the patio. Tom was due home any minute.
As she sat in the comfort of the thick cushions on the wicker furniture, she sipped her wine and pondered. Reaching into the pocket of her floral sundress, she pulled out her pack of Marlboros, slid out a slim cylinder, and placed it between her lips. Lighting it, she took a deep drag, exhaled a white plume of smoke, and sighed. It was one of the only cigarettes she had smoked since she and Matt had shared a post-coital one and the memory made her smile.
She raised the cigarette to her lips once again, enjoying the stimulating feeling, inhaled, and let smoke slowly ease from her full red lips. The patio door slid open and Tom walked out, bourbon in hand.
"Hey babe," he said, eyeing her cigarette. She smiled back.
"Yes, your naughty wife is smoking again," she replied, taking a quick drag and exhaling again. Tom sat next to her on the wicker couch and kissed her cheek.
"Go for it," he replied, "if it helps me get the kind of hot sex we've been having, I'm all for it."
During the past weeks, their sex life had been amazing. She had become a lot more vocal, and in recent days they talked more and more about including others in their sex life. Tom's reluctance seems to be breaking down and she knew he was turned on by her newfound attitude. Lisa took a sip of wine.
"It's been awesome. And you do seem to like my stories and ideas," she ventured cautiously. He nodded in agreement.
"I have to admit it's been very sexy. I never thought the idea of swinging would be such a turn on. I'm not sure we'll ever do it, but you being bad in front of me does have some appeal."
She smiled at that and took another drag, blowing a white plume of smoke into the air. Tom reached for the cigarette, plucked it from her hand, and took a drag himself.
"These things are awful, you know," he said, exhaling into the air. She took it back and kissed him.
"For sure," she replied, "but feels good to be bad."
They conversed a few more minutes, finished their drinks, and worked to finish dinner preparations. Deciding to eat on the patio, Tom opened a bottle of their favorite Cabernet. Enjoying a leisurely dinner, the couple caught each other up on their day and the latest news about their college-aged kids. As they finished the meal, Tom rose to clear the plates.
"Say, how about another cocktail," he asked.
"Sure," she replied, "how about Amaretto on the rocks?"
"Sold," he said, returning a few minutes later with two cocktails. They toasted to one another.
"I can't believe how good things have been with us, honey," Lisa offered, smiling at him. He nodded.
"It's been amazing, honestly. Not to mention a lot of fun," he replied, then looked at her with hesitation. She looked at him, puzzled. He looked away.
"Which is why I think I should be honest with you," he said, finally looking at her in the eyes.
"About what? Let me guess, you charged up the credit card again," she teased.
"No, nothing like that," he laughed in return, then looked serious. "Do you remember the business dinner I went to last week? Thursday night at the Italian restaurant?" She nodded.
"Yep, you had the regional director in town, right?" she responded.
"That's right, lame-ass goofball," he smirked. "Well, after we kind of went to gentleman's club." She looked at him with a bit of surprise.
"Seriously?" she asked, "you haven't done that in years!"
"I know, I know," he explained, taking another drink. "I didn't want to say anything. I didn't want to upset you." Lisa shook her head.
"I'm not upset, hon, you're a big boy, I'm not worried. Hitting the strip club isn't a big deal."
"Well, I figured you wouldn't be upset at the fact I went. Something happened there and I need to apologize to you and get this off my chest." Lisa urged him on and Tom explained how the regional director paid for a serious of lap dances. One of the ladies, a young stripper named Cameo, took him into the Diamond room and before he knew it, she had her lips are around his cock.
