5 comments/ 17927 views/ 19 favorites Eva's Choice By: B_Couric Author's Note - This tale is about a married woman and the temptation she feels for a co-worker, with her husband's approval. It is aimed at readers with a cuckold fetish, but it is not a humiliation tale. If you aren't naturally friendly toward this subject, you may want to move to another story. ***** Eva sat at the edge of the hot tub, soaking her calves as she waited for her husband Matthew. Kicking the water, she admired it dripping off her long legs. It was already dark and the spa had a multicolored underwater light that changed shades every twenty seconds or so. It was now illuminated in a warm pink. She felt giddy, her mind had replayed the coming conversation all day long. Now that Matthew was home, her heart quickened. Matthew opened the sliding glass door and stepped outside. He wore his swimsuit but his feet were bare and he walked gingerly on the patio, following the pool's edge to the raised spa where his wife waited for him. He loved the pool. When he bought the place last year he imagined showing it off to friends, the raised round hot-tub poured water into the regular pool when the water was circulating. He'd been so busy though, they barely had the time to host. "Wine?" Matthew saw the plastic goblets on the brick lip of the spa. "Yep," she answered. "Come on and get tipsy with me," she laughed. "How's it feel?" Matthew asked. "Almost hot," Eva answered. Matthew hung the towels and bent over to give her a quick kiss. Eva saw he brought his phone, setting it on a table nearby. Between their busy schedules this was one of their rare nights alone. Matthew was rarely home until late even on Saturdays like today. At 33, he hoped all the hard work would pay off and he'd get a partnership in his firm. Eva slipped into the water first. "Come on in." Matthew leaned over testing the water with his fingertips, it felt nice and warm. "Oh yeah." He slid into the warm water. The light had turned to a soft green, the swirling water heated his core and relaxed him. "Notice the stars out tonight?" Eva looked up, not knowing how to start the conversation. "They're beautiful," Matthew answered and pointed. "I can see Pleiades clearly." "You've been so stressed with work," Eva murmured. "It's too much lately," he answered. "You can't even leave your phone inside," Eva eyed it. "Yeah, I know, sorry," Matthew raised his eyes to the night sky, not really wanting to talk about it. He'd had the conversation already. They were lucky to get together like this lately. In the last year he'd usually been too tired to initiate romantic moments. Tonight was a pleasant surprise. He wanted to change the subject. "Oh, the water feels so good," he murmured. It wasn't a lie. "We need more of us," Eva said. "If I make Partner, you can quit your job. We can have kids," Matthew said. "Do you want to hear about my trip to Phoenix?" Matthew smiled, "I love it when you go on business trips," he answered. Matthew had confessed to Eva his most taboo fantasy when they were still engaged. Eva had laughed it off, but role played from time to time, especially after a company trip. Almost every night on this trip she sent him a little text messages, telling him she was having a good time and he'd be pleased when she recounted it. "If I quit my job, no more business trips." Eva smiled. "I'm sure we'll think of something," Matthew answered, pulling one of her feet onto his lap, massaging her toes. Eva closed her eyes. "Oh, that's the best." She concentrated on his touch. When he finished with each toe, he started on her heel. She focused on the feel of her aching muscles being prodded and kneaded by his hands. "Just relax," Matthew's soothing voice always turned her on. He could work a crowd, and she was always proud how he could take command of a room or give a speech. He was a natural, but one on one was the best. His deep baritone voice calm and relaxing. When he'd finished with one foot, she eagerly switched feet and made little mewing noises and he grinned. She closed her eyes as he continued. "So you want a little 'Gulp Fiction' tonight?" Eva bit her lip after she said it, smiling but kept her eyes closed. "Absolutely," Matthew said. He picked up her foot and kissed her toes. "Stop that tickles," Eva laughed. 'Gulp Fiction' was their little code word for her role playing. He'd made it up on their honeymoon in Hawaii. They were three days in when he'd asked if she'd want to try his fantasy for real. There was a diving instructor who flirted shamelessly with her all the way to Molokini and back. She'd laughed Matthew off, the idea absurd because she enjoyed her new, strong, smart husband so much. He settled for second best, a 'Gulp Fiction' story. It was the first time she'd role played. She clumsily described an encounter on the dive boat, but he loved it. As she described it, due to an equipment malfunction she remained on the boat allowing the guide to take her, while the other divers including her husband were deep in the water. At the time, lying in their honeymoon suite in Maui, she did get turned on. Matthew between her legs, filling her as he thrust, she'd never felt him so enthusiastic, and by the end of the story Matthew was in a frenzy. He'd exploded deep inside her, a volcano of an orgasm. They'd both laughed and a bedroom fantasy was born. "What if it was real?" Eva asked. Matthew hit the button to turn off the spa jets. "Wait a sec," he laughed. "Real? I'll believe it when I see it." "Sure," Eva answered, opening her eyes as she reached for her wine. She smiled slyly at him as she picked up it the plastic stem, her delicate fingers and painted nails dripping as she raised the glass to her lips, sipping. "Do you think you could handle it? If it really happened?" she asked. "Of course," Matthew said confidently. "I've wanted it to be real for a long time." Eva was silent as she sat back and propped herself up. The cold brick lip of the spa contrasted with the warm water that pushed her legs to the surface. She closed her eyes again, avoiding Matthew's gaze. "Eva?" Matthew's voice betrayed a certain amount of frustration. "Are you aroused right now?" Eva kept her eyes closed. "Are you kidding?" Matthew said, and he stood up, and pulled down the front of his trunks. Eva grinned and pursed her lips. His penis, large and strong glistened in the night air. As the water from the spa drained off his body, the illusion of his thick member taking a pee gave her a cheap thrill. She laughed. "You have the most beautiful dick. I'm in love with that dick." "You and me both baby," Matthew quipped. Eva realized he was offering it to her. "Not tonight," she answered and he looked at her curiously. "Tonight I just want you to play with yourself." Matthew sat back down, "Why do I get a strange vibe from you right now?" She shrugged,"We haven't been together nearly as much as we should. Maybe I decided to have my fun, as much fun as I want," Eva answered. "Oh please," Matthew answered, his face full of anticipation. "Fine fine," Eva answered, "Maybe I'll touch it. I'm pretty sure you'll be begging me to touch it," she teased. "Now where was I?" "Phoenix?" Matthew answered. "Ah yes, fantasy and reality. Ken went with us to Phoenix." Matthew groaned but not in irritation. "He did?" Eva nodded, "Yep." "You didn't tell me? Why didn't you tell me?" Matthew asked. "Because you would have been unbearable." Eva answered. Ken was often the subject of Eva's stories. She'd confessed she'd found him cute and told Matthew if she wasn't married, she would have figured out how to date him long ago. "Oh come on, tell me, did anything happen?" Matthews was like a dog with a meaty bone. He couldn't help himself when it came to Ken and Eva. "Do you want me to tell the story? Because I can just get to the good parts and you can jerk off in 30 seconds and it will be over. It's all the same by me." "Fine," Matthew smiled at her, his lips sealed. He nodded when she didn't respond, encouraging her to continue. He reached down and held himself, enjoying the feel of his palm and fingers on his shaft. He didn't stroke, he just held it. "So originally I wasn't scheduled to go to the client in Phoenix, but Ken meandered into my office maybe two months ago and told me one of the Managers on the job was going on maternity leave, and would I be interested working with him? Of course I wanted to go to Phoenix with him." Matthew's grin seemed pasted to his face as he listened to her compliment Ken. He'd met him and he seemed like an okay guy. But her thoughts and feelings toward Ken, even the smallest details, intrigued him. Matthew knew Eva had positive feelings for Ken, both on a level of friendship and maybe even deeper. She'd been telling little Ken stories for a year now. "I told him I'd love to to go to Phoenix," Eva continued. "I even mention that I wouldn't mind seeing some of the sites if he was interested and we had time. He told me he'd love to show me a good time in Phoenix. The way he said it, the way he looked at me, the double meaning was obvious." "So he left and I got to thinking about it, and the more I thought about it, the more I realized he was flirting with me, but he always flirts with me, you know that. So I sent him a little instant message from my computer. I asked him to send me some examples of how to show a girl a good time in Phoenix." "You sent this to him?" Matthew asked. "Uh huh," Eva answered. "Do you have it on your computer?" Matthew's heart pumped. Proof? Could there be proof of his wife flirting? "Our company doesn't save instant messages. You know how much trouble we could get in if they were ever subpoenaed? No company with any sense saves those. But wouldn't you like those you little pervert." Eva flicked water at Matthew with her foot and laughed. Matthew shrugged, a smile on his face. "Guilty! Go on." "So you know how he answered? He actually said, 'A married girl or a single girl?'" Eva said. "Interesting," Matthew said. "Well I'm a lady with a sterling reputation within my community and I certainly wouldn't want to jeopardize that, so I answered that he could just send me the list and I'd pick and choose as appropriate. You know what he said to me then?" Matthew shook his head, "No, of course not." "He told me that he wished I was single. What do you think about that?" Eva smiled at Matthew. "That's what he said? Is this for real?" Matthew wondered. "He didn't come out and say it like that, he told me not to take it the wrong way, blah, blah, blah. I wasn't going to tell him to ignore the fact that I'm married." "So what did you say?" "I told him that was very sweet of him and I was sure we'd have a good time in Phoenix, even on the up and up." Eva took another sip of wine. "Well, maybe I didn't write the 'up and up' part." Matthew thought about Ken, how he caught him gazing at his wife at last year's Christmas Party, how they'd danced together briefly. He remembered how Ken and Eva breezily gabbed about firm business and other co-workers as they all sat at the same table, Matthew fetching food from the hotel's gourmet buffet for them. He was a little tipsy himself, and he joked with Eva on the way home about letting them get a room. Eva had told him if he kept asking her, one day she really would and he might be sorry what he asked for. Later that night Eva gave him the details of their forbidden tryst after the party. But now she was giving him details of another tryst, this one much harder to separate fact from fiction. His alert mind was on the lookout for some hole in the story, or some provable facts. She had gone on the business trip. She had arrived home two days ago. Yesterday he'd worked all day and she called him in the evening, and finally pinned him down to come home at a reasonable hour today. "The bougainvillea is getting out of control along that fence isn't it?" Eva asked. The change of subject threw Matthew for a loop. He looked back, the large purple blossoms climbing high into the neighbor's trees. "I suppose so. We should tell the gardener." "Did you change the sprinkler settings like I asked?" Eva asked. "Yes, but heh!" Matthew seemed addled. "Don't stop the story!" and he splashed her lightly. Eva sniggered. "So now that I'm on the client, I'm working with Ken all the time. Every day we get a little flirty. For lunch normally we have sandwiches sent in, but it can be monotonous eating the same thing every day Ken and I start going out and we have our little lunch dates." Matthew just smiled. "So we go out for lunch, and we get to talking about exercise and working out and he offers to go on a walk with me daily, he even asks if I want to cycle with him, maybe take a hike on the weekend. It's the first time he's mentioned seeing me outside of working hours. Ostensibly to keep each other motivated, but come on, right? I wasn't born yesterday." "No kidding," Matthew chimed in. "Do you like listening to the story of how another man put the moves on your wife?" Eva allowed herself to float on the surface of the spa, her breasts lazily jiggling on the water's surface while her legs dangled. "Just go on," Matthew said exasperatedly. "Okay, so we go on these walks, we decide 40 minutes is about right. Of course you know me?" Eva grinned. Matthew knew Eva worked out 4 times a week. She could run 40 minutes easy. So the idea of her going on walks for her health was amusing. "Yeah, yeah, come on, get on with the story." "So one day a couple of weeks ago we're walking and I'm stepping up this curb and he reaches out to make sure I don't fall, and I take his hand," Eva paused for effect. "And?" "I take his hand and he doesn't let go, and I don't want to let go either. We just walk hand in hand but we don't say anything to each other. We just, enjoy it. Eventually he lets go, but I was all hot and bothered by the end of that walk. I can't believe I'm telling you this," Eva stumbled over the words. Matthew was silent. Something about this story was different, he couldn't quite work it out and then it hit him. This wasn't a sex story. This felt more like a confession. Her other stories had a plot. Ken fucks her after they go out for drinks. Ken fucks her in the conference room. They were direct, almost awkwardly bad plots. But this was different. She was glowing and stumbling over her words and all she was doing was chatting about their flirting, the little things. The realization brought a little tiny ball of nervousness just below his diaphragm. "This is real right?" Matthew asked. Eva just smiled at him. "So not every day, but when we can we meet up for lunch and go on the walk. I even considered taking him up on his offer to go on hikes on the weekend. I never did. So I ask him about his girlfriend situation. He told me he didn't have anybody steady, but he had a couple of women in mind, he just didn't know how to approach them properly. I told him most women like a man who can take control. Just go for it, let the chips fall where they may." "Do you think he was talking about you?" Matthew's mouth was dry. He took a sip of wine. "I hoped he was. Matthew, I was so ready. I had that feeling like," she paused, "I couldn't help but remember when I was a freshman in high school, the night of my first real kiss. I walked the neighborhood with my first boyfriend, Jason Woodruff. We held hands and I just remember wanting it so badly, and then it happened and my world was never the same. When was the first time you kissed a girl? "Eighth grade. I've told you that story. Madison Cutway at her house when her parents were at work. She did more than kiss me." "Right? So you know that feeling? That positive, wonderful, great feeling?" Eva rubbed a leaf off her chest as she talked. "That's how I feel with Ken." "Wait, pause. Eva, I have a question, just answer it, no bullshit," Matthew looked at her, almost dreading the answer as much as the question, but he was incredibly aroused. "Did he kiss you?" Eva looked at him. "Mmm, hmm," Eva said meekly as she nodded. She had the expression of somebody almost apologetic. "Like, a real kiss?" Matthew half mumbled the question, his mouth suddenly dry. Eva didn't answer, she moved over to Matthew and kissed him, gently, a soft kiss. Matthew's heart pumped, Eva now straddling him as she squatted on his lap. She felt his hardness rub on her as she sat, him sitting awkwardly with his swim trunks halfway down his legs. She broke the kiss, tilting her head to one side and touched a finger to his lips. He pursed his lips slightly and inhaled, sucking on her finger. She laughed and kicked away from him, floating to the other side of the hot tub hooking his swim trunks with her foot and pulling them off her husband. "So did you kiss on the street?" Matthew hungered for more detail. "What am I, a moron?" Eva gave Matthew a puzzled look. "Okay, go on," Matthew asked. "So you want to hear about the first kiss?" "The first kiss?! There was more than one?" Ken felt agitated. She seemed to ignore his question, "Well, we were working late, a whole team of us a couple days before we left, making sure we had everything we needed, organizing files, that sort of thing. And one by one each person has to leave, and it's just me and Ken, alone, in the conference room." Eva gave him a 'what do you think of that' look with her face. "Aaand?" Matthew held himself, subtly tugging. It calmed his nervous feelings. "Well, I was wearing my nice outfit, the one with the pinstripe skirt, blue hose, and high heels. So he's sitting at the desk, and I am writing some last minute instructions on a whiteboard. And I find myself writing way up high, and I'm just sort of posing for him, because I'm feeling like maybe I want something to happen. I put my hand on my hip, I kind of stick my ass out a little bit and I reach up to write, kind of arching my back a little bit. Finally he gets what I'm doing and he asks me to erase and rewrite and laughs, so I do it again, this time with exaggerated movements, really sticking my ass out, and I pull up my skirt a little bit and turn to him and I'm like 'like this?' and we're both laughing." "Oh Jesus," Matthew groaned. "So we wrap things up and he's staring at me, like his mind wasn't on the work at all. We clean up, gather our belongings and I meet him at the elevator when it's time to go down to the parking garage. So he's really silent, not his usual gabby self. I even asked him, I say, 'you're so quiet', and he just shakes it off and tells me 'It's nothing'. So of course I am so turned on, being with him, our little back and forth, I say, 'You want to talk about it?'. Honestly Matthew, I thought about texting you, asking you for permission, just going out with him, seeing where it led." "You should have" Matthew said. Matthew thought about that night, but he was working late himself. He had no idea where his wife was but when he got home, she was already in bed reading. "Really? I wish I had. It wasn't like I was dying to stay out late, but I would have. So we get in the elevator, and you know what he tells me?" Eva asked. Matthew waited for the answer, holding in his breath. "He said I have the luckiest husband, and he hoped to one day meet a girl like me. What a gentleman, right?" Matthew answered, "I don't know. It's kind of over the line. It's a nice compliment. But really, what a pussy." Eva laughed. "You idiot, he respects you, or at least our marriage. Before he said that, I wondered if he'd just go for it with me, right? But he actually looked better in my eyes after that!" Matthew nodded, "Okay, that's weird," he had a smile on his face. Eva's Choice "So we get to the parking garage, and I really don't want to leave him, but it's time, so I just leaned into him and gave him a hug, like a goodbye hug, but it wasn't a goodbye hug. I just leaned into him, and he held me and we held each other like that until we both started laughing, maybe ten or fifteen seconds or something. It seemed like forever." Matthew remembered coming into the room that night, his wife on the bed. She had practically attacked him that evening and they made love. "God, you were pretty horny that night," he recalled. "Uh huh! Now you know why!" Eva answered. "Well, that was the first time he kissed me, just a peck on my cheek. I wanted so badly to kiss him back! If he wanted to, he could have taken me in the back seat of his car. I swear to God." Eva grabbed her glass and swigged the rest of her drink. "Can you get me another one? Please?" Matthew just nodded and got up, his cock sticking straight out, hard and sensitive. Eva said, "Look at you," and he grinned at her. He toweled himself off, grabbed her goblet, and made his way back into the house, naked with his heart pounding. As he poured another glass he noticed his hand shaking from adrenaline. Had his wife really cheated on him? If she was flirting like this, hugging this guy, how was the business trip? He filled a couple of tall plastic cups with ice water and took everything back on a tray, setting it down as he watched his wife sink beneath the water, soaking from head to toe. Her top was now off, the cloth on the brick next to the tub. Her breasts jiggled on the surface. She reached over and chugged some water. "Thanks, I needed that," Eva put it back on the tray and then picked up her refreshed drink. "So where were we?" Matthew slipped back into the tub and sipped his glass of water. 'Oh it's hot, can I turn it off?" "Sure," Eva said as he hit the button. It would take a minute or two for the circulation to stop. "Business trip?" Matthew suggested. "Wait, in the parking garage, so you hugged and he kissed you?" "Yep, that's all that happened that night. I was so turned on." Eva purred. "Okay, fine, tell me about that business trip," Matthew again tugged himself gently beneath the water, his chest tight with anticipation. "Well, of course it was all business and lots of people were there and it's not like we can just carry on in front of everybody. The first night we all went out to dinner and Ken went out with a few of the guys including the client but I demurred. I had plenty to do anyway and I was tired so I just went to bed." "So nothing happened?" Matthew asked. "Nothing, but when I woke up, I checked my text messages, and he had texted me a few times late at night. Nothing bad, just telling me how he was doing asking if I was up, I think he was bored and drunk and wished he'd hung out with me. I wished he did, but his loss, I guess." "You would have done something with him?" Matthew asked. "Maybe. I wasn't sure. I mean, it's one thing when I'm in the middle of flirting, it's another when I've got my mind right." "So the second day we worked late at the client, but we all walked back to the hotel together. We'd ordered take-out, so it was already around 9 pm when we got back. We all go to our respective rooms, and he texts me, asks me if I'm interested in watching an on-demand movie. He even makes a point of saying 'Nothing inappropriate, just a movie.' "God what a pussy," Matthew snickered. "Well it worked." Eva acted offended. "Worked?" "I invited myself to his room," Eva grinned as she said it. "And?" "So I go to the ladies room and freshen up. I want to look my best right? So I go over and knock and he lets me in. He has this rose for me. I couldn't believe it, it was so sweet." "Oh Jesus. Okay, here we go," Matthew said. "He tells me to get comfortable. His room is pretty normal, one king sized bed, a table in the corner, one chair, that sort of thing. So I kick off my shoes and I'm still in my work clothes, I take off my jacket and he offers to hang it up. I unbuttoned my blouse at the top, just one extra unbuttoned space at the top." "I can't believe I'm hearing this," Matthew said. He found himself tugging a bit too much and let go, trying to relax. "We sit on the bed, both of us separated a little bit, Ken puts a bunch of pillows behind me so I can lay back comfortably. He sits next to me with like one pillow. I told him he can move over closer if it's more comfortable. He's trying to find a good movie, but honestly, there's nothing on that we're interested in. So I tell Ken, 'We don't have to watch a movie', and he says, 'Are you sure?'. I told him we could just sit and talk. At first we made small talk, I asked him what he did the prior night, that sort of thing. So we are talking and he's got that look again, like the night in the parking garage. I can just see he's so obvious about it. So again I'm thinking about calling you, asking for permission." Matthew groaned. "I asked him if he could give me a foot massage," said Eva. Matthew laughed. She loved massages. "So Ken got on the end of the bed and he lifted up my leg and maybe I spread a little more than normal, wanting to give him a show as he's rubbing my feet." Eva said this part slowly. "You spread your legs for him?" Matthew moaned. "Yes. Of course I was very complimentary of his skills. I started making little jokes. 'Mmm, you have got nice big fingers, almost as strong as my husband', and I start getting suggestive as he's going at it. 'Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, right there, deeper'. Ken was just smiling at me and finally I break him." "Break him?" Matthew asked. "He comes out and says, 'If you keep this up, I'm going to have to give a different type of massage'. Well, I say, 'What kind? Swedish? Back?'. He looks at me and says he had something different in mind but he'd love to give me a back massage. I told him as soon as he was done with my feet, he could do it." Eva giggled, pleased with herself. "Wait, let me get this straight, you are in a hotel room with Ken, and you're hot for him, but you make him finish the foot massage?" Matthew smiled as she nodded. "So he's really quiet, not saying anything, and I can tell he's rushing through the other foot, but whatever. He finishes and asks how I want to do this. So I scoot up and he gets behind me. I tell him to hold on, an I unbutton my blouse and take it off. I've only got my bra on and I'm sitting up and his legs are on either side of me on the bed, straddling me. He starts massaging my shoulders, and I'm really curious, so I scoot back a little bit, and I feel him through his pants. He apologizes and I tell him it's okay, and I put my hands on his legs, just hold them. He gets very still, doesn't move his legs as he's kneading my back." "So you felt him?" Matthew asked. "Well he apologized again and tries to wiggle out of it but I held his legs and said, 'Ken, it's nothing I haven't felt before. You don't have to move.' He settled down." Eva reached over and grabbed the ice water, taking another swig. "Eva?" Matthew asked, "Can I come over and let you hold it as you tell me more?" Eva went to him instead, sitting next to him, and she held him. "Wow, you feel like you're ready to burst." "I am. Go on." Eva held him and continued, "He's massaging my back, and he's pretty good at it, his fingers finding all the right spots on my back, he works on the knots. I moan little compliments to him, just from the relief he's giving me. It was fantastic. I wanted him so bad to reach around and start massaging it, you know, down there." Eva squeezed him slightly. Matthew's eyes glazed over as he listened. He felt like he was going to come if she kept talking. His mind, wild, thought of his wife, the love of his life, his precious one and only on a hotel bed with Ken as his hands roamed her body. "Well?" "Well what? Eva asked. "Jesus Eva, what happened next? Did you fuck him?" Matthew blurted out. "You and your one track mind. You think I'm going to just fuck him? One measly little back massage?" Eva laughed. "I thought you were ready. He massaged your feet." Matthew countered, almost as a joke. "Oh well then, of course I'd fuck him. He gave me a foot massage!" They were both laughing. "So what happened?" Matthew demanded hotly. "Well, he leaned in and he kissed my neck. Soft little pecks on my neck. It melted me, I just dropped my head and let him. I thought about you and your little fantasy and I wondered how far I was going to take it before I left his room," Eva said. "You should have taken it all the way. Did you?" Matthew said. "Well, he starts kissing me behind my ears, nibbling on them. His lips seemed so dangerous and I knew I was in trouble. He whispered in my ear, he said, 'You are the sexiest, most beautiful woman I've met in a long, long time.' I thanked him. He says, 'Turn around and kiss me.' I tell him I'm a married woman and I shouldn't even be in his bed." "Oh my God, Eva. Are you crazy? I've been begging for this for years!" Matthew seemed genuinely perturbed. "Oh Matthew, I get hit on all the time, you know that. If I was your fantasy girl, I probably would have been out the door a long time ago with somebody who already had bags of money. Loyalty is important." "Fine, I got it. So you didn't fuck him." Matthew said glumly. "I'm not finished," Eva squeezed. "Oh God, really?" Matthew, "So you did?" "Can you turn the heat back on, it's getting cool in here," Eva changed the subject and he hit the button. Eva said playfully, "Is that what you want Matthew? You want to hear about Ken's penis in my vagina?" "Yes!" He said with exasperation. "I've told you those stories a few times," she answered. "Well they're great," Matthew answered wryly. Eva started moving her fist up and down his shaft, but he reached down and pushed her hand away. "If you do this, I'm going to cum. In seconds, not minutes." She kissed him on the cheek and swam to the other side of the spa, facing him, their legs touching. "Okay, so I'm on the bed, and he's whispering sweet nothings in my ear. He wants me to kiss him," Eva continued. "And I tell him no, I'm married. So he goes back to kissing my neck, and he slowly reaches around and puts his hands on my thighs. I'm breathing heavily. And he takes his right hand and he moves it up my skirt." "Did you let him?" Matthew asked. He crossed his legs and floated, his penis breaking the surface of the water, like a vulgar shark fin. "Yes," Eva answered. "He slowly pulled my skirt back as he stroked back and forth, back and forth, his hand on my panty-hose. Ken asks, whispers, 'How do you feel?'. I told him fine. He keeps moving higher, he's still planting little kisses on my neck." "Mmmm," Matthew groaned and Eva just nodded. "His fingers get closer and then I felt it, that soft little touch as he reaches my pussy. Of course he's touching me though my panty hose and my panties, but I was w. e. t. wet. God I was so wet." "He felt you up?" Matthew couldn't trust his ears. "When he touched me, I just told him, 'Don't stop, do it like that,' and his fingers rub up and down on my pussy which didn't need any warming up, it was so ready for his touch. I just closed my eyes and let him play with me. He controlled me but he had no idea how far I would go. I almost lost it right there and asked him to have sex with me. I would have let him take me for the night. I would have made love to Ken. I would have let him fuck me." "But he didn't'?" Matthew asked. Now his hand was back between his legs. "He didn't." Eva shook her head. "I told you he was a pussy." Matthew answered. "You know, when I was younger, I never thought I'd live to see the day to see a naked guy, my husband, with his erect penis in his hand have the gumption to call a guy who gave your wife a great orgasm a pussy." "Orgasm?" Matthew said. "Can I be honest?" Eva sipped the last of her wine. "Sure," Matthew answered. "I love your dick. You are great in bed. But you really need to be around more. I don't know what it was, the taboo, the fact that it was Ken and I have this crush on him, the atmosphere of being on the job and stressed out or even me missing you, but he rubbed me and it felt like my pussy just exploded. Fireworks. I'm sure to him it looked like I had a seizure, my legs were shaking and I just leaned back and kissed him and I'm smiling and feeling like it's the best day ever. I sunk back a little bit and I turned my head and he kissed me, and my whole body just exploded. It was fucking fantastic." Ken looked at Eva, "Honey, I don't mind. I love you. I'm glad you had a good time," "Thank you," Eva said appreciatively. Ken said, "Did you, um, did you reciprocate?" "Well, we lay on the bed kissing and he whispers to me that it's the perfect time, you know, to have sex, and I tell him I can't. Then he starts getting a little frustrated, a little aggressive, he pulls up my skirt and is trying to put his hands down my hose and my panties, but I tell him he has to stop. I tell him I can help him out and he calms down a little bit." "I would have raped you," Matthew said. "I ask him to pull down his pants, and honestly, I'm curious. You've got a nice cock, but he pulls his out and it's beautiful. I seriously considered practising my blowjob skills on him. I wanted to hold it and make it burst, add it to my mental collection." "Christ Eva, Christ!" Matthew answered. "But I'm a good girl. I told him he needs to take care of himself, but I wanted to watch." "Really? He went for that?" Eva said, "I didn't give him much choice. I sat on the bed and told him I wanted to see him hold it and make it squirt. At first he was a little hesitant, but I gave him some dirty talk to work with. I asked him to smell his finger, the one that had rubbed my sexy married pussy through my soaked panties. I pulled up my skirt and let him look at me as I touched myself. He never even got to see as much as one pubic hair, I just rubbed myself and he got more and more into it. But do you want to know what really got him off?" "What?" Matthew wondered. "I told him that maybe I would talk to my husband and just maybe my husband would let me play around a little bit." "You did what?" Matthew asked, mouth agape. "I told him that maybe if my husband let me, I'd get naked for him, let him look at me." Eva answered. "What did he say?" "Please! That's what he said. Told me to do it, to ask you. When I told him I would he came. He came a lot, glob after glob pouring out onto a towel I'd given him." "Fuck." "Can I tell you a secret?" Eva asked. Matthew, puzzled, answered, "Secret? Sure." Eva said, "He excused himself to wash up, and picked up his towel. I sort of smelled it, and touched it, feeling it. I love sperm, I really do." "Wow," Matthew knew this was true, she reveled in her blowjobs. "And then I put a little glob on my finger, not a whole lot, just a little dab, I pulled down my panties when he was in the washroom, and I rubbed it between my legs, on my clit, I even put my finger in a little bit, and I came." "Holy fuck." "Just the sight of him cumming made me so hot, and I actually folded the towel and put it in my handbag.. I took it back to my hotel room." "You did what?" I brought it back to my room. I kissed him goodnight and we thanked each other, and I went back to the hotel room. "With his cum towel?" Matthew sounded vulgar. "I prefer to think of it as the love towel," Eva giggled. "What did you do with it?" Matthew asked. Eva was silent for a moment, considering her words. "I used it like a baby blankie. I woke up in the middle of the night and smelled it and masturbated. It was like heroin." Matthew laughed. "Do you still have it?" "Wouldn't you like to see it huh?" Matthew got serious. "Do you?" "Do or don't, does it matter?" Eva teased. "I still have more to tell you about." "Okay, go on." "The next morning I'm up pretty early and there's a soft little knock on the door as I'm in the bathroom getting ready. All I have on is my hotel robe, I'd just taken a shower. I'm all frustrated wondering who could be bothering me this early. Imagine my surprise when I look through the peephole and it's Ken? So I ask if anybody is with him and he says he's alone, so I let him in." "Of course part of me is just a bundle of nerves, and he hands me the rose, saying I forgot it from the night before. Anyway after letting him in and he sees me in my robe and asks if he should leave. I tell him to take a seat, I'll be ready in a few minutes. He comes over and sits down at this little chair they have off to the side. We exchange pleasantries, but of course there is this elephant in the room. Part of me is really afraid to lead him on, but I want to lead him on, I just don't know where it's all going to end." "So I'm in the bathroom and I get this wicked thought which I reconsidered for maybe half a second but it was too good. I walk over to him, keep in mind I'm in this nice soft cotton robe, only held together with a little rope belt thingy, it's extremely low cut, I have no bra, and the only thing keeping him from seeing my ass or you know, between my legs is this little flap. So I walk up to him, and I ask him if he thinks I need to shave my legs. I lift up one foot and put it on the side of the chair he's sitting on, and I ask him to feel my bare leg. I had goosebumps, but I didn't care. I'm just feeling the cool air on my private parts and his hand reached out and strokes my calf. I'm holding the flap, pulling it over so he can't see all the way up my robe. He tells me it feels fine, so I ask him to feel all of my married leg, and he says 'Excuse me?' and I tell him he heard me, why doesn't he give it a go?" Matthew coughed nervously. "So he puts both hands on my leg, one on each side, and he slowly pushed up, feeling my skin, no hose, bare, just skin on skin and he slides his hand all the way up, and then underneath, which I really didn't expect, but it was a nice feeling, because he's basically feeling my ass cheek, and with one hand he touches my ass, back there," Eva could barely say it, her voice soft, "and my lips, you know.." "He touched your asshole and your pussy?" Matthew, the guy, unafraid to just say it. Eva nodded, "But I had to get ready, I couldn't do much with him, so I told him if he wanted to play with himself again, I wouldn't mind. I even gave him the love towel. I don't think he even noticed." Eva chuckled. "So he jacked off for you?" "I didn't watch it all, I had to get dressed in the bathroom, I still didn't want him to just get all the milk for free if you know what I mean." "You have tremendous self control," Matthew said, Eva couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic. "We had to work!" "The way you describe it, I would have given him a blowjob," Matthew joked, "Fuck this story is hot." "Do you think you would?" Eva was serious as she asked. "What?" Matthew asked. "Give him a blowjob? He might go for it." Eva grinned. "Shut up." Matthew answered. "That would be hot, all you guys want us to do a lesbian thing. I want to see you suck Ken's cock," she sipped more ice water, "Or he could suck yours. You two figure it out." "Go on, what the fuck happened?" Matthew pretended to be annoyed at her comment. "So that day was nice. We had to work, but the client brought us to a Diamondbacks game and we all had a good time." "Did you do anything that night?" Matthew asked. "No, it's funny. It was more of a group event and we got in kind of late, and people were around so we told each other we were going to bed and we stuck to it." "Love towel action?" Matthew teased. Eva's Choice "No, not even that. By then it was all dry anyway, it lost it's sweet fresh fragrance," teased Eva. "Didn't housekeeping take it?" Matthew thought he'd throw her a curveball, poke a hole in the story. "Oh no, I put it in my suitcase." "Do you have it?" "Nice try." Eva sipped more water. "You put it in your suitcase!" Eva again ignored him, "Okay, I'm almost finished. Then we have to get out of this tub. I'm going to sleep well tonight." "Do you want to do it here?" Matthew motioning to the spa. "God I want to cum so bad." "We can get out of here and go upstairs if you want." Eva said. "Please," Matthew said. As expected, the night air was now cold. Matthew noticed the moon had shifted in the sky compared to when he'd come out. They collected their things, Matthew making two trips, his semi-hard member dangling and dripping as he moved the tray inside then got the wet towels to throw in the laundry room. When he got to the master bedroom, Eva was already rinsing herself in the shower. He picked up her bikini bottom and threw it into the washing machine with the towels. Eva's tale had this crazy quality to it, and he wondered how it would end. And the story had so many real elements. No actual sex, just flirting, heavy petting. Crazy details like taking walks and the love towel. The love towel. Matthew walked back to the room, pleased that Eva was still in the shower. He looked in the dresser drawers, hers first and then his but not with much hope as it didn't seem logical she'd store it there, but there was nothing. He looked around the room and saw her traveling bag in the corner. His heart raced. He walked over, sensitive to his wife who might come out of the shower any time. Did he want to know? If she had it she'd show him, right? Did he want to ruin the surprise? Maybe it was all just made up. He walked over and examined the bag. From the outside he couldn't tell if it still contained anything. He leaned over and slowly unzipped it. He realized he was sweating, a combination of the heat of the jacuzzi still overwhelming his system, and his angst. He opened it and took a peek inside. He didn't see anything so he reached in and felt around. Nothing. There were a couple of old receipts, what looked like a boarding pass stub and a red zip up travel bag for toiletries. He did the same with the side pockets, but they were clearly empty of any towel. It was probably just bullshit anyway, he said to himself, a big part of him disappointed. He walked into the bathroom and opened the shower door. Eva smiled at him, "Hop in, I'm done." Matthew felt the warm water wash over his body. He even took the shower wand off the hook and gently massaged his cock and balls. It felt really good. He briefly considered jacking off but thought better of it, but still gave himself a couple nice wanks. His wife still had more to tell. For the second time in a few minutes Matthew toweled off. Opening the door he saw Eva in bed under the comforter. "There's still more to the story, right?" he asked. She nodded. He came hustling into the room, turning off the main lights as she turned on a light on the nightstand. "Le Grand Finale!" he cried and jumped in bed, did a little dance over her, his dick swinging around as she laughed, and he fell onto his side of the bed. "Oh wait," he said, "Do I need a love towel?" He got up and went to the bathroom, grabbing one of the used towels, and strutted back into the room. "Honey?" Eva said. "Yes?" Matthew answered in his deep voice. "Open the sliding glass door. There's a yellow plastic bag in there. Look inside." Matthew paused. Could it be? He smiled at his wife who proceeded to hide her face behind the comforter. He walked over and slid the door open. There was the bag she mentioned, leaning against her shoe rack. He bent over and opened it. There was a white towel folded up inside. "You cannot be serious," Matthew gently picked it up and repeated himself. "You cannot be serious." "I thought you'd like it." Eva grinned at him, her eyes wide and bright. "You cannot be serious," Matthew unfolded it. There were splotches on it, stiff and Matthew looked at her and sniffed it quickly. It smelled vaguely of chlorine or bleach or ammonia, he couldn't quite peg it. But the scent was unmistakable. "Do you like your naughty wife?" Eva said in something resembling a baby voice. "Oh yeah. Fuck yeah." Matthew stumbled to the bed holding the towel, the towel with the dried cum of a different man, Ken, on it. "I can't believe it," Matthew looked at his wife, at that moment he wanted to shake his fist at the world and scream in triumph. He settled for the next best thing and jumped on the bed. "I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you," he said and he proceeded to plant kisses on her lips, her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, the top of her hair, and she giggled almost as much as he did, laughing with something maybe like relief. He straddled her, him on the sheets, her underneath, pinning her arms down with the comforter. "You fucking went and did it. Well, you didn't do it, if you know what I mean, but you still did it. You actually did something this time. I cannot tell you how happy I am. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" He repeated. "You're welcome." Eva responded happily. "Thank you." Matthew said again. "Are you ready for more?" Eva asked. "Yes, please, go on!" "The things I do for my husband," and she brushed her wet hair out of her eyes. "Okay, so I wasn't kidding about what I said earlier. You are going to have to finish yourself off tonight, okay? I guess you can use that towel if you want." "Oh fuck no, this is a museum piece. My sick twisted perverted museum piece," Matthew got up and folded it, putting it into his underwear drawer before grabbing his original choice for a towel and hopping back into bed. Eva said, "Okay, so let's see. Yesterday. Right. So at the airport I had 'the talk' with Ken." "The talk?" "Yes, in the morning we packed up, went to the client site, worked a bit, nothing big happened, but we wrapped things up and then went to the airport. As we're going in the taxi, Ken tells me he wishes we were staying another day or two, that maybe we should change our tickets at the airport. He's being kind of vague because there's the driver, but I know what he means. So we get to the airport and we agree we need drinks. We walk off to one of those little bar and grill places and we hole up in a corner. I want privacy. I was very clear with him. I told him we had a fun time, but I can't keep doing it.. unless my husband gives me permission." "Does he know I'd, you know, like it? Like that?" "Can I tell you the truth? I mean, I'll tell you the truth, but don't hate me okay?" "Okay," Matthew answered. Eva said, "I told him I'd never done anything like this, but you might not mind if we dated." "That's not so bad," Matthew said, his head propped up with his hand as he lied on his side. "Good. I'm glad. So you remember my text to you right? It dawned on Matthew. She had texted him and asked him If I went through with it with Ken, could you handle it? Matthew had texted back, Of course. She had responded Are your sure? Do I have your permission? Matthew had texted back, Absolutely. Please. Fuck his brains out. Matthew's voice shook, "Wait, you sent that with him? He saw that?" Eva nodded. "Oh my God. Holy shit." Now Matthew hid his face under the covers. "I don't know. It just feels so. I don't know. Crazy. Ken saw that?" Eva nodded. "You know, I'm not lying when I say I want you around more. I love you. But I wouldn't mind going out with Ken on the side, kind of secretly." Matthew thought about it. He had given his permission, but now it felt like it really mattered. "Do you promise to tell me everything? What do you mean secretly?" "Well, I don't want it to be common knowledge amongst anybody else. He might blab though. So I mean we'll try to keep it a secret, but even at work I'm sure people have suspicions. What I do with him, sure, whatever you want, I'll tell you," Eva answered. "I'm talking mostly about sex." Matthew had to choke out the word sex. No longer was he the hopeful prodder, coaxing his wife along, not quite believing it would happen. He felt something like shame as he said it. Sex. His wife and Ken. "Okay," Eva said. "Now for my final part of the story." "There's more?" Matthew asked. Eva got up. "There's kind of a reason I asked you to do it yourself this evening." She leaned over the side of the bed and reached for something, but decided it was too far and she slid out of bed, brushing her hair back again. She opened a drawer and pulled something out. She turned and held her palm out. "Today Ken came by. I'm kind of sore." She showed him two condom wrappers, torn. -Epilogue- Friday had been pury misery at work, and Ken had court followed by a client engagement that evening. Eva wanted the first time to be on her marital bed, in her own home, on her terms. Ken seemed a little surprised when she suggested he come to her house, but she assured him Matthew would be at work, and since he didn't mind anyway, what was the problem, even if he did show up? Ken arrived precisely at noon. She answered the door in the hotel robe that she'd kept, just like that morning a few days earlier, no underwear. "Oh my," Ken said, and again gave her a single red rose. She smiled as she put it to her nose, enjoying the fragrance. "Do you want anything to drink? Some wine?" He ignored her, embracing her and kissing her deeply, open, passionate, wonderful kisses. "I've dreamed of this moment. You were such an incredible tease," Ken whispered in her ear, smelling her fresh, shampooed hair. "I love the way you smell." "I just showered," she giggled. Her heart raced. "I love the way you look," he whispered. "I love the way you looked at me, the morning in the hotel when you wore the robe, I thought about how your face was so perfect, your body, so perfect." He slid his hand between the flap of the robe, the inside of his hand brushing lightly against her wet slit. "Let's go upstairs," she whimpered and kissed him some more. They skipped the drinks, her pulling by the hand. In the bedroom they stood, face to face, kissing as Ken untied her robe, unveiling her nude body to him. The robe dropped to her feet. He marveled at her alabaster breasts, her pink nipples taut and inviting. He ran his hands down her hips and picked her up around the waist and kissed her right breast, his lips nibbling as Eva giggled and held him by the back of his head. Eva delighted in how he lifted her up, almost effortlessly. He switched breasts and she laughed, telling him it tickled but he ignored her for the moment, drinking her body in. He laid her on the bed, his eyes scanning down to her belly button, her soft stomach, and finally her moist pink slot, mostly shaven, her thin lips and puffy vulva hiding her precious and very married lady parts. Ken leaned on top of her and they made out on the bed, him kissing her forehead, her closed eyes, her lips, her chin and finally her soft delicate neck, her smell intoxicating him. His hands roamed down her body, pausing to grip her bottom, to squeeze and hold it like a prized treasure. As they kissed she reached down, unbuckling his belt, and pulled it out. She marveled at his cock, thick and hefty. "Can I taste it?" She whimpered. "I want to taste it." The truth was she loved a nice hard penis. One of the little things she missed in married life was exploring a man. He raised himself off of her and unbuttoned his shirt, kicking off his clothes as she admired his body. Naked he looked stronger than she imagined, solidly built and powerful. She loved the way his body was v-shaped, a thin waist, and an ass that stuck out, strong with almost ropy muscles going down his legs. She sat up and held him at the hips and kissed his stomach, then turned him as she ran her hands up and down his body while he smirked at her, pleased at her obvious satisfaction. "Lie down," she asked and he did, next to her. She reached out and gently touched his penis like a delicate scientific specimen, scrunching her eyes in wonder as she lifted in, examining his shaft, his balls, and the big pink head. She tugged it a little bit, clear fluid appeared at the tip. She leaned in, open mouthed, her tongue out in anticipation, and licked the tip, tasting him. Her heart skipped a beat as she felt the taste permeate her mouth, the feel of his foreskin on her tongue. The smooth texture across her tongue, the best lubricant in the world, thrilled her. She leaned in and took in a few inches, savoring the warm flesh, careful as her tongue slithered along his warm shaft, his spongy head at the back of her throat, more of his love juice, maker of strong babies, milked gently into her mouth. Ken inhaled sharply, "I'm going to cum if you keep doing that," and he pulled her head off his manhood. "Mmm, please," she mewed, but he held her back and rolled over, grabbing one of her legs, spreading her. "Fuck?" She asked. He rose off the bed and took condoms out of his front pants pocket. He'd come prepared. He tore the silver foil and pulled it out. She watched in a hypnotic state as he rolled it on, his hand calm and steady. She leaned back and spread for him. As he prepared to mount her, he realized how lucky he was that her husband wanted to share her with him. She was truly stunning, and he prepared to take her as his prize. With his right hand he palmed her vulva and gently rubbed her ass with his finger, probing. She exhaled, "Yes," drawing it out. He removed his hand and tapped the head of his cock on her hidden clit as he moved into position. He spread her with the tip of his cock and his hand, and he saw it, her soft wrinkly pink folds, her warm and inviting hot pocket. He pressed between her lips and her pussy stretched open for him. "Oh God yes," she cried, and Ken wondered if her husband had ever satisfied her recently. He suspected he knew the answer and enjoyed the thought. Eva's breathing became heavy and regular. The head of his penis penetrated past her lips, and the powerful, animalistic stretched-out feeling satiated her hunger for him. Her married pussy was virgin no more. When it slid in, her spine shivered and she could feel the shaft deep inside and she felt something not unlike a person in the desert getting that first cool drink of water, an addict getting that first hit after falling off the wagon. In her case the wagon her marriage vow, the driver her husband who practically pushed her off. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of being penetrated, Ken's powerful arms leaning into her spread legs as he established a rhythm. The feeling she had in her tummy hypnotized her, a tuning fork dialing into his strokes that only improved as she gyrated, trying to force him deeper. It didn't take long, this was a sprint, not a marathon. He thrust in and out of her. "Harder," Eva cried and she bit her lip breathing heavily. Using her feet she pressed him from behind, trying to get him to fuck her deeply. "Come on!" she begged. Ken was in heaven, his cock deep in the pink slit, the skin of the inside of her vagina gripping the latex of the condom. He leaned into her, her legs now split wide, as he thrust hard. Eva inhaled sharply knowing he was deep, her cervix being prodded, but she didn't mind. She felt like a real woman, bonded to the alpha male inside her, tears flowing from her eyes as she cried out, the biology of the situation working mother nature's natural, wonderful magic. Her body came alive with joy, again her pelvis shaking uncontrollably, like the night in the hotel room. Her orgasm the signature of her enslavement to his power. She could never give this up. Her husband could change his mind, but it was no longer his permission to give. Ken quickened the pace and she felt him twitch and shake and he came, pushing hard against her, the sperm squirting harmlessly into the latex reservoir. Ken pulled out, his cock long and thick, the latex wet with her juices and he laid next to her, kissing her as he softened. He tugged at the condom, pulling it off messily. She asked to see it and he handed it to her, slippery and warm. She examined it, the bubbles of fluid within. Ken gazed at her face as she marveled at it, playing with the latex, testing out the slipperiness of his seed. Eva tilted the condom, dangerously close to pouring the contents out, "What are you doing?" Ken whispered. "I don't know," and she laughed lightly, squeezing some of the contents onto her stomach. It was gooey, a little warm, and smooth and silky as she traced little circles on her stomach. She giggled as it turned sticky. She wanted it inside her. "You know," she said softly, "back at the hotel I took your towel and I took a little bit," she looked at him, holding a wet finger up, "and I put it on my clit, I moved it around." Ken, speechless, watched as she raised her hand, moving the finger toward his lips. "Go ahead," she whispered, "taste it." He licked her finger, tasting himself on her, and it wasn't particularly unpleasant. He'd certainly tasted himself and he'd let a couple of guys suck his cock over the years and he theirs. But the way she offered it to him, it mesmerized him. "What would you think about having a menage a trois?" She asked. "With who?" "My husband," she again wetted her finger and put it in Ken's mouth, deeper this time, the insinuation unmistakable. "Is he into guys?" Ken asked. He imagined Matthew might be, especially the kind of man who would allow his wife to fuck other men for kicks. He imagined being on the bed, feeding Matthew his cock, with Eva watching. Squirting into his mouth, making Ken eat it for Eva. It might even make things easier for him and Eva, if he could tell her husband how it was going to be. "Would you do it with him?" She asked. "It's more like I'd do it to him," Ken grinned. "Oh gawd," she said laughing. "I'd like to see that." Ken was already getting hard again. He picked up another foiled packet and tore it. "No," she said, "I want to feel you inside me."