The final installment. Hope you're not upset with me! Cheers, Arch.
14. WHAT THE...
Something startled me...
Light peeked through closed lids. I sat up rubbing my eyes as sleep fled. I was covered in sweat!
"What the hell's happening..." Wow, that had been some freaking nightmare!
I shook my groggy head.
The shower was running.
I tried like hell to make sense of what had been going on. Eyes scanned our bedroom as vague familiarity returned.
The shower stopped abruptly. An angelic apparition materialized. My breath hitched.
"Hey honey, you're a wake!" My beautiful wife, wrapped in a fluffy white towel, examined me curiously. "Rough night?"
"Huh..."
"You tossed and turned all night. It was like sleeping next to a wild man." Rebecca sat softly beside me and clasped my hand. God she smelt good. Her shampoo wafted my senses, her presence bound me.
"Oh..." Shit, I had to stop reading that cuckold porn.
"Were you dreaming darling?" She smiled and stroked my cheek.
"Err, I'm not sure..."
"Were you thinking about what I said last night...?" She smiled at my pretend perplexity. "You know, about my hypothetical question."
"Um, what question...?"
She chuckled. She could always read me like a book. "You bad baby; the question I asked about me cuckolding you. Would you like me to do it? You can be honest, I won't judge you sweetie."
"Why are you..."
"You were babbling most of the night. I heard the word cuckold a lot... and who is this 'Matt' person?"
Oh fuck, I was caught pants down. I shrugged pretending to have no concept of what she was talking about.
"Look, I haven't told you yet, but my boss at the office is flirting with me. He's really handsome and has lots of money. I know he wants to get into my panties." She giggled. "What do you think sweetie. Should I let him fuck me?"
"You're kidding?"
"I never said I would, I'm just asking you if you would like me to do it... you know, fuck him. Just imagine his big cock banging into my little pussy." She winked!
Rebecca worked at a big real estate office in town and she was easily their best agent. She was bubbly and outgoing and so very flirty and oh so persuasive! We'd been discussing starting a family and she had convinced me it was time and there was a very real possibility of her having twins, given her family history. She was in fact a twin herself; an identical twin.
"Anyway, I'm going to be late for work, so I better get dressed." She swayed to the bathroom and just as she entered she dropped the towel and smiled back over her shoulder before kicking the door shut!
Fuck! I needed release! I started down that path just as the door flew back open and her pretty face peeked around the jamb.
"What are you doing you naughty boy?" I tried to fake nonchalance but the spear wrapped by my hand and tenting the bed sheet may have given the game away. "If you're turned on, tell me. No sneaking about. I want you to be honest with me. I can help you out if you want, okay?"
I nodded goofily.
Damn! This was snowballing!
Shortly thereafter Rebecca reappeared dressed in a matching lacy high cut panty and bra set. She padded to her wardrobe and shuffled through various outfits. I watched like a hawk. God her ass was insane!
"Now honey, which outfit looks sexier. Do you think Harry would like me in this one?" She held aloft a skirted suit combo that was just a bit too short for a brothel. "Or this one?" The tiny pleated tartan skirt and white blouse held in the other would make the girls of St Trinian's look like little angels. "Hmmm?" She tapped a foot impatiently.
I wanted to say none, but she was awaiting my decision. I pointed to the lesser of the two evils, the suit jacket and ridiculous skirt.
"So you think Harry would like this one better?" She grinned.
"Shit, is that what I was saying? I thought I was choosing the most conservative outfit, not deciding on what was sexiest... to please her bloody boss!
I nodded, and then shook my head vigorously.
"Oh, god... men! They can never decide what they really want." She tutted and replaced the school girl uniform and headed back into the bathroom with the suit, but not before delivering a steely warning glance at my crotch. My little guy cringed.
When she finally emerged she looked so god dammed hot. My goddess wife posed briefly, spun once, and clicked out of the bedroom; her gorgeous pert bum swaying in tune with the undulating waves of her torso. Her stockings shimmied and shushed against each other. God that dress was short!
I was still contemplating between getting up, or jerking off, when the house phone rang. I dived sideways and picked up at the same time as Rebecca did in the kitchen.
By the time I settled back in bed the conversation was on.
