Tags. Flirting, Threesome, Free Pass, Interracial, Anal.
The Best Man Pt 3
Unlike a lot of country boys who live in the city I don't hunger for the wide open spaces. But if there is one time when I seriously contemplate giving up on the hustle and bustle for a simpler life it's sitting in a traffic jam. Making it worse today I'd been paying for the privilege as I'd just exited of Sydney's many toll roads. It gave me time to think. Something I'd been doing too much of for the last three months.
The country wedding and the best man were just distant blurs in life's rear view mirror. Still it's influence seemed to pervade my life. Currently Angelica and I were in blissful almost honeymoon style purple patch. It wasn't always the case. Getting the morning after pill was an ordeal made worse by a judging middle aged lady pharmacist.
"You should consider alternative means of preventing pregnancy if you are going to continue this, relationship." She had said in a nasal voice putting particular emphasis on the relationship part. "An IUD or regular contraceptive pill maybe, but I'd still recommend condoms so you didn't take any nasties home with you."
"We are married." I'd retorted holding up my hand and flashing my wedding band.
"And yet here you are getting emergency contraception."
When we got home I was unpacking my stuff when I pulled Angelica's panties out of my suit pants pocket. It led to an intense 'discussion' as to why her work number was scrawled on them. This time her 'you gave me to him' line didn't wash because it was well before we got back to our room. She insisted it had been part of the bet. I said I didn't believe her. In the end she broke first declaring she would get the office to change her number first thing on Monday.
Sure enough I got a text at ten the next morning from Angelica's secretary letting me know her new number. From there we healed. There was still scar tissue. A little bump would bring the whole episode back. To my surprise it wasn't always painful. Frequently when making love I would flash back to when I reclaimed her. When I'd fucked her hard despite her discomfort. My increased aggression seemed to spur my wife to greater heights as well. When I came I'd often hear the voice in my head calling her a whore or a cock loving slut. I'd never say it out loud though. Sometimes my lips mouthed the words but I dared not actually say them.
A horn blaring behind me alerted me that the traffic had drifted another few metres forward. My phone rang, my wife's name came up on the display. I pressed the button on the steering wheel to answer it. I guessed she was going to remind me not to be late this evening. We had a Christmas party to go to.
"Where are you?"
"In traffic. I'm on Victoria Rd near Ryde and it's bumper to bumper."
"Are you going back to your office? We've got that party tonight."
"I was going to but seeing the progress I'm making here I'd say I'll come straight home."
"How long will you be?"
I looked at the time and swore under my breath. Once I got off Victoria Rd now the city would be in gridlock as well.
"Probably an hour."
"Okay. I'm almost home. I'm going to have a bath and get ready. Did you pick up your suit this morning?"
"Shit I forgot."
"Colin! They'll be closed before you get there. Now I'll have to..."
"I've got it, I've got it." I cut her off with a chuckle.
"That's not funny honey." She rebuked me. "Well I'm home, so I'll see you in an hour."
After hanging up I looked at the line of cars in front of me. It seemed to stretch forever. There were a few sneaking off down a side road about fifty metres in front of me. I didn't know the area well and the sat nav didn't give me any alternative routes. Still, when I got close enough I took a chance hoping if I followed one of the cars that looked like they knew where they were going I might get lucky.
It turned out I did and thirty five minutes later I was pulling into the parking garage under our building. My first wife got the suburban family home in the divorce. I'd bought this apartment near Kings Cross as an investment ten years before when the place was still a nest of drug dealers, prostitutes and late night clubs. Lock out laws had closed most of the nightclubs now which shifted the drug dealers away. The police had moved the street walkers on. Angelica and I renovated before we got married so it was now our home.
Normally I call out when I open the door to let Angelica know I'm home if she beats me there from work. Tonight I knew there was a fair chance she was still in the bath so I decided to go quietly and surprise her. As I got closer to the door to the bathroom I could hear some music. Nothing unusual there except for the genre. Country and Western.
Pressing my ear to the timber I could her some water sloshing and then a moan. With a slow hand I turned the handle till I felt the click. Easing the door open I first looked towards the mirror above the sinks. It was partially steamed up but I could make out Angelica head above the rim of our long bath. It was tilted back resting against the wall behind her. Her eyes were closed, mouth open as her breaths came in short bursts. Bubbles floating on the surface moved back and forth with my wife's movements under the water. Some water slopped over the edge splashing on the floor. As I watched one of her legs came out above the water. She half rolled so it rested on the edge while her head turned to face the mirror. Her face was tense and her mouth opened wider. I'd never seen her masturbate like this before but I knew she was on the verge of coming. My own cock was threatening to burst out of my pants.
"Hit it, fucking hit it... hit that pussy..."
Those words. The music made sense now. She was back in a hotel room in Belton.
I withdrew. Closing the door as quietly as I could although I doubted she would have noticed anyway. I stood stuck to the floor, listening as Angelica rode her self induced high. There was anger but something else as well. Images of her being taken by the younger man fired me to new heights during our lovemaking. I drifted back to the front door. Waited a minute or so for my wife to regain her composure then open and closed it loudly.
"Honey, I'm home." I called out.
"I'm in the bathroom." Was the muffled reply.
Before I got to the door it opened and Angelica appeared wrapped in a towel.
"You'd better get nude. We don't want to be late."
I washed the metaphorical grime away with a long soak in the bath. When I got out Angelica was blowing her hair dry. She was bent almost double, her hair hanging down while her hand waved the dryer. All she had on was a black bra and panties and some pantyhose. The nylons were mostly sheer with a just a hint of glitter. Pantyhose wasn't something my wife would normally wear. However it meant her fantastic legs seemed to shimmer as she rocked back and forth.
I dressed quickly and was waiting on the sofa when Angelica emerged. She had a long dress on. Again this went against my wife usual love of showing off her legs. She must have sensed my surprise because she turned to the side then bent one knee forward. A long split opened up exposing almost the the entire length of her leg up to her panties. I couldn't help but wolf whistle.
"I thought you would like it." She said with a sexy smile.
We arrived ten minutes early. The Uber dropped us off in front of an old colonial sandstone building near Circular Quay. Our destination was on the top floor. A restaurant with a view out over the ferry terminal. The harbour bridge on the left and the Opera house on the right. I'd read reviews about this five star place, seen the chef on television but never been there. The merchant bank that invited us had booked the whole place for the night. Well, invited my wife, I was her plus one. We were contemplating going to a bar for a drink when a voice called out.
"Angelica? I thought that was you." We turned to see a guy walking towards us after getting out of a hire car. "Should have known you'd be early," he said leaning in for an air kiss. "God, but you are beautiful." He continued holding her back at arms length then almost as an afterthought. "And you must be Colin. Your wife is always talking about you. I'm Alan."
He was the guy Angelica had been working closely with for the last six months. As he shook my hand and it gave me a good chance to size him up. He was just a little shorter than me but probably twice as wide. Not fat, just thick. In fact that word best summed up his physical appearance. Wide neck, arms, legs, all attached to a hulking barrel shaped torso. Apparently he'd played football at a high level in the past. His hair had the grey and white flashes through it pointing to his advancing years more accurately than his other attributes. He probably had ten years on me, maybe more.
Angelica worked in the corporate lending arm of one of the big four retail banks based in Australia. The smaller merchant bank had asked her and her team to collaborate in sourcing the funding for a one billion dollar infrastructure fund. Alan was the guy who put it all together and oversaw the collaborative effort.
"Come on up. I'm sure there will be other early birds up there." He said waving us towards the entrance.
We made small talk as we waited for the lift. Once inside Alan dropped a bombshell. For me anyway.
"So have you considered our offer?"
"Was there an offer? I've seen nothing in writing." My wife said with a little laugh. "Besides my current contract runs for another eighteen months."
"Contracts are like rules, they are made to be broken."
"Well give me a package to look at and I'll consider it."
"You could make double what you are getting with us. We aren't called the millionaire factory for nothing."
"Put it in writing Alan."
