The Price is Always Right

The schedule on Sophie’s computer showed just one more patient before she could go home for the evening. She sighed, looking forward to the end of the work day. She had a few minutes before the appointment, and she thought back over the last few years.

Sophie had married her college sweetheart, James, two years earlier. James was the man of her dreams and had seemed too good to be true initially. He was handsome, intelligent, kind, and adored her in a way that made all of Sophie’s friends swoon over him. They had a small wedding in a picturesque local church and had settled into a comfortable life together. James taught math at the local high school and, for the last few years, had also helped coach the cross-country team. He had been her rock while she went through the stress of graduate school, and she loved being able to help contribute with her new salary.

Since she had finished school four months earlier, she had been working as a physical therapist and had gotten lucky with her first professional job. It paid well, and she had been given her clinic by the company she had signed on with.

The clinic had a small waiting room with a front desk to check people in and a more extensive back room serving as a state-of-the-art gym. The company gave her input on the equipment she wanted and provided everything she needed to help rehabilitate her patients. She even had an office off the gym where she could write notes and do administrative tasks. It had been hard running her clinic at first, but she had been steadily building up her practice over the last few months and now had a full schedule most days of the week.

She looked at the clock on the wall. As much as she liked her work, she had always been a homebody and loved nothing more than curling up on the couch with a good book or something to watch. Sophie imagined this started because her ****** was incredibly close growing up, and she and her younger sister had always been inseparable. James was content at home with her, but he was the more adventurous of them. Part of why she had fallen in love with him in college was because of that side of him.

On their first date, he had dragged her onto the dance floor and had made a habit of it ever since. She had initially been a little self-conscious about dancing, but she had to admit that she had gotten pretty good over the years. Nothing got James revved up quite like dancing together in public. After having a few drinks, he had once admitted that he loved knowing that every man in the room wanted her but that she was all his.

They had an active sex life, and both made efforts to stay in shape as well. Sophie worked out almost every weekday and was now taking advantage of having her own personal gym most days.

A man who looked to be in his mid-60s with greying hair walked through the door into the gym area of the clinic. She knew he must be the patient she was waiting on. Her first impression of him was that he was imposing. He must have been near six and a half feet tall with broad shoulders. He looked like a former athlete well past his prime. She was familiar with the type. He had a muscular frame with a belly hanging over his belt that had undoubtedly accumulated over the years since he stopped playing competitive sports. He wore a nice suit well-tailored for his body type and carried a leather gym bag. He walked across the gym in her direction.

“They told me to come on back. You must be Sophie. It's a pleasure to meet you. I’m Richard,” the man said with a smile and extended his large hand to her.

“Nice to meet you as well,” she replied, taking his hand. She noted he held on for a beat longer than was comfortable, and his eyes went down her and back up before he let go. “If you brought a change of clothes, you can go ahead and change, then we can get started,” she told him.

“Be right back,” he patted his gym bag and went to the restroom to change.

A few minutes later, he returned in athletic attire and crossed the room to join her.

“So, when you made the appointment, you said your left knee was bothering you. Is that correct?” Sophie asked.

“Yeah, this damn knee has bothered me for years,” he said, gesturing to his left knee, “but it seems like any time I try to stretch the leg out now, it clicks or pops.”

She had him do several maneuvers and closely examined his knee. His knee popped with movement when she examined him.

“What sport did you play? Football?” Sophie asked him, trying to maintain a conversation as she continued to examine him.

“Good guess, sweetheart,” he said with a big smile. “I played center in college but didn’t quite cut it in the pros.” She noticed his eyes stole a glance down at her chest before returning to her eyes.

Sophie didn’t react to being called sweetheart. Despite having a doctorate, she was used to being called things like that by the occasional man. “I see a lot of people who have injuries or pain from playing sports. It’s really common. After a while, you get pretty good at telling what people were likely to play,” she answered him professionally.

She had him stretch and then move onto a piece of equipment to work on strengthening the muscles around his knee. The entire time she explained the exercise and what to do, his eyes seemed to wander her body. She had always attracted a lot of attention from men, but Sophie didn’t like how this man looked at her.

She knew men considered her attractive, and Sophie had to admit she liked the way she looked. Her golden blonde hair fell to her midback, though she usually kept it in a ponytail for convenience. Her bright green eyes gave her a striking appearance and were framed by her high cheekbones and full lips. Her slender body was toned and firm from regular exercise, making her C-cup breasts appear more impressive. She even still had a light natural tan from her and James’ last trip to the beach a month earlier. At work, Sophie wore form-fitting scrubs that hugged her hips and showed off her slim figure.

Lots of men stole a look at her here or there, but Richard looked at her like a starving animal looking at a piece of meat. Ravenously. The fact that he was older than her father just made her feel that much more gross.

“You’re a stunning woman,” he told her out of the blue as his eyes devoured her.

She felt the blood rush to her face and chest. “Uh, thanks,” she said awkwardly, uncomfortable with how brazen he was being with both his comments and looks.

“I thought when I came in today, I would get an old man like myself. I had no idea I would have a woman like you taking care of me, but you sure made it easier on the eyes,” he continued.

“Let’s move to another machine, and I’ll show you the next exercise,” she said, attempting to change the subject.

Richard got settled on the next machine while she explained what to do.

“So just extend your leg,” she said, “let me know how that weight is.”

“Not bad. I can feel it around the knee, though,” he answered, seemingly focused on her as much as the therapy.

Sophie leaned forward to adjust the weight on the machine he was using. As she finished, she looked up and noticed he was staring down the front of her shirt. She was wearing a sports bra, but he no doubt had a decent view of her cleavage. She quickly stood upright and pretended she didn’t notice that he had been looking that blatantly.

“Mmm, damn,” Richard said with a big grin on his face, not hiding at all that he enjoyed what he saw. “You are a heck of a woman.”

Sophie blushed, unable to pretend she was ******* of what he was talking about. She was horrified at being objectified this way and didn’t know what to say, so she stood frozen for a moment until she could speak.

“Sorry, uh, excuse me,” Sophie quickly excused herself and rushed to her office. She stepped out of view and pressed her back up against the wall, trying to regain her composure, but she could feel her anger building. After a few moments, she was able to center herself and get her anger under control. She told herself that she had to remain professional, but she wouldn’t let him make any more comments like that. She exited the office after a few moments and focused on finishing the session.

“Let’s move over to the treadmill,” she said, moving on from the exercise and his wildly inappropriate comment.

She managed to avoid any more opportunities for him to make comments by putting him to work and returning to her office for a few minutes. To her relief, time was up very quickly. She briefly gave Richard a rundown of what she wanted him to do at home until their next therapy session and ushered him out of the door.

He turned to her on his way out, “It was truly a pleasure today. I look forward to seeing you next time,” he said with a wink before turning and walking out.

Sophie watched him through the window as he walked to his truck and left the parking lot. She said goodbye to the girl covering the front desk and gathered her things to leave for the afternoon.

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James hopped up the steps of the small, 3-bedroom home he shared with his wife. It was located in a quiet neighborhood just north of the city center, and they had been pleased with what they had gotten with their first home. He slid his key into the lock, unlocked the door, and let himself inside. The sitting room on the first floor and the connected kitchen were empty, but he knew his wife was home.

“Soph, you upstairs?” he called into the bedroom but didn’t get an answer. He heard the scraping of claws on the stairs coming from the basement.

Lucy, a 5-year-old female labradoodle, bounded around the corner and nearly knocked him down. This was the ritual they went through every day when he got home from work. She sprinted to him when she heard him come through the door as though she thought he would never return.

“Where’s Soph? Huh?” he rubbed the dog behind the ears as it tried to lick his hand and circled between his legs. “Is she downstairs?” he asked. “Show me!” he told Lucy, following the dog as she turned to run back down the steps into the finished basement.

James stepped off the last step and looked for his wife on the couch in her typical spot. She was in the corner of their sectional sofa, curled under a blanket, watching one of her comfort shows. He walked over to her and sat down beside her.

“Assumed the position already?” he joked, as it was barely five in the afternoon. She was still in her work scrubs and hadn’t even taken the time to change before she came to lay on the couch.

“Yeah,” Sophie said, a bit flatter than James expected. She could be hard to read and had her fair share of fluctuating moods, but this was unusual for her.

She hadn’t taken her eyes off of the TV. James had hoped to take Lucy out to the local dog park, but it looked a lot more like cuddling on the couch would be the main activity for the evening.

“Everything okay?” he asked. He was confident this wasn’t related to him, but he could never be too sure.

“Yeah, just a long day,” she said, the short answer telling James to leave it alone.

He went upstairs and spent the next few minutes throwing together a quick dinner with some of the leftovers from the night before. On his return to the basement, little had changed. He brought Sophie a plate of food, and she sat up to eat. They ate in a relatively comfortable silence.

“Why are guys such creeps?” his wife asked him suddenly. James raised his eyebrows.

“Did something happen at work?” he asked with concern, feeling himself sitting up more rigidly.

Sophie paused momentarily, seemingly trying to decide how to tell whatever story she was about to delve into. She didn’t seem upset enough to make James overly worried, but he also didn’t like the thought of his wife dealing with creeps.

“So, there’s this new patient I saw today, an older guy. He played football for State. He seemed nice enough at first, but sometimes men are just creeps, you know?” she said, not looking for anything from her husband but affirmation.

“I’m sorry you had to deal with that today, Soph,” James said, putting a hand on her head and stroking her blonde hair gently. “Did he do anything in particular?” he asked, trying to get her to open up.

“He just kept staring at me in a way that made me uncomfortable,” she explained. “Like he was picturing me naked the whole time.”

James imagined the man watching his wife, thinking about her that way. A wave of anger went through him, and something else that he didn’t quite understand.

“Guys are the worst sometimes,” James agreed while shaking his head, “want me to fight him for you?”

Sophie looked up at him, startling green eyes as beautiful as ever. “I love you so much, but this guy is pretty big,” she said teasingly.

“Oh, you don’t think I could take him?” James leaned into the joke.

“I’m just saying, he briefly played in the pros,” she added.

James ran his fingers up her blanket-covered leg. “Well, I am more of a lover than a fighter,” he said as he leaned in and kissed her along her neck.

“Mmmm,” she moaned softly as she leaned back to give him better access to her neck. James’ hands started roaming her body under the blanket, but he couldn’t seem to get his mind off of this guy picturing her naked during their therapy session.

“When is that guy coming back to see you?” he asked, unable to keep his curiosity at bay.

“Tuesday, but don’t make me think about Richard anymore tonight,” she said, opening her eyes, annoyed.

James felt his cock twitch at the thought of the man, Richard, looking at his wife with desire. He felt ashamed immediately and did his best to put it out of his mind.

He ran his hand under her back and pulled her shirt out of her scrub pants so he could get his hands under her clothes. She found his lips with hers and kissed him deeply while their bodies moved closer together on the couch. He pulled her shirt over her head, and she lifted her arms to make it easier. Her incredible breasts were snuggly held in place by the sports bra she had on underneath.

His hands were all over her as he continued to kiss her passionately. He squeezed her breast through the bra with his hand and then pulled the bra up so that her breasts sprung free. He pulled his mouth from hers and pushed her back so he could move his mouth down to her breasts, gently kissing between them and then over the nipples. He gently took one into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it.

“Mmmm,” she let out a soft moan. His lips continued to explore her breasts until she pulled his face back to hers for another kiss. He ran his hands down her back and into her pants, squeezing her butt.

He could feel Sophie’s excitement building and decided it was time. He sat up and helped Sophie move onto her back. He pulled her pants and panties off in one motion before quickly taking off his clothes and climbing onto his wife.

With one hand, he guided his cock and pressed himself into her with ease. She was wet and ready, and the sensation of her warm pussy gripping him tightly was intense. He pushed in and then slowly pulled back, giving her a moment to get used to the sensation. He then gradually increased the rhythm until he got to a steady pace. With each of his thrusts, she made soft mews that let him know she was enjoying it. He kissed her again while their hips ground together.

James focused on his breathing while continuing his pace. Sophie always felt so good that if he wasn’t careful, she could make him cum very quickly. He wasn’t in the mood to be done quickly tonight.

He looked down at his wife beneath him and thought about the other man, Richard, watching his wife. He felt his cock twitch and had to slow down briefly to stop himself from cumming before Sophie had an orgasm.

The noises from his wife continued while he focused on maintaining control. After a few minutes, he could tell what he was doing was working for her. Sophie could reach an orgasm most of the time without too much effort.

Sophie’s breathing picked up, and he knew she was close. He worked to try to time his release with hers as he continued his consistent strokes.

“Tell me when you cum,” James whispered into her ear as he continued his thrusting. He again thought of Richard. He imagined the older man watching Sophie’s incredible body, knowing he couldn’t have it and how much that must tease him. He wondered if the man had gone home and jacked off thinking about Sophie. He would bet money that he had.

The tingling in James’ balls was building rapidly as he thought about Richard and his wife. He imagined his wife alone with him, the man moving closer to her, within arm’s reach. James was losing control, but then he felt his wife start her orgasm.

“Now,” she said between panting breaths.

The tightening of her pussy around his cock put him over the edge. A few seconds later and they came together with her heavy breaths and his cock emptying deep inside of her. He felt several spurts shoot out, and it felt like a significantly larger load than usual.

“That was great,” James told her as he rested, still connected to her.

“Mhmm, you always say that,” she smiled at him, her eyes still closed.

“It’s even better now that we’re not using condoms,” he said, referencing their recent decision to start trying to start a ******. She had her IUD removed the year prior, and they had been using condoms until they were ready to start trying. Now that Sophie was out of school and had a great job, they had decided it was time.

James wasn’t lying. She felt so much better without a condom. He had missed that feeling.

“You think you did a good enough job tonight to get me pregnant? It sure felt like a lot,” she said, kissing him passionately.

James was a little embarrassed that thinking about the older man and his wife had turned him on so much. “I hope so,” James said, putting the thoughts of Richard out of his mind with his new post-sex clarity. “You’re going to make an amazing mother.”

“You don’t know that,” she answered. He looked at his wife and the future mother of his children. She looked radiant below him, her golden hair spread out around her.

“You will. There’s a reason I adore you,” he told her, confident that he was right.

“I love you too,” she said, looking as happy as he had ever seen her and the day's frustrations forgotten.

They got cleaned up, and James fell asleep holding his wife, her head snuggled against his chest.

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James woke up and made a pot of coffee. It had been a week since he and Sophie had discussed the patient that had made her so uncomfortable. Richard, he remembered. Since their first conversation, he had thought about it often, but they hadn’t discussed it again. He knew that today was the day she would be seeing him for his next appointment.

He watched his wife as she leaned over the sink toward the mirror to finish her makeup. James did his best to look at her like it was the first time he had seen her. She was wearing navy blue scrubs that fit well. His eyes followed them up to her thigh gap, and then the material stretched across her shapely ass. He imagined Richard seeing this view as she reached for something. Would he have wondered what panties Sophie was wearing? Would he have imagined what her pussy would look like from behind? Would he have thought about taking her in that position? He moved his eyes up from her ass to her slender waist. It was accentuated where her scrub top was tucked into her pants, giving her a more pronounced hourglass appearance.

He had been having trouble understanding how the situation was making him feel. It was part anxiety but also excitement. He knew that other men found his wife incredibly attractive, and he had always loved that he had, in his opinion, married well above his looks. This was different, though. In the past, he had just enjoyed how attractive she was and that she was his to enjoy, but he couldn’t stop thinking about Richard and his wife alone. An image filled his mind of the man approaching his wife from behind as she leaned over the sink.

James suddenly realized how hard his dick was. What the fuck is wrong with me? He reprimanded himself as a wave of guilt hit him. He shouldn’t be thinking about this other man looking at his wife and objectifying her, much less thinking about him touching her. He felt anger come back, but this time, it was at himself for having these thoughts.

He went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water as he grappled with his thoughts. He had never been the jealous type in the past, but he had also never been one with any fantasies about his wife with other men.

He took out his phone and went to the internet. He typed into the search bar “fantasies about wife with other men” and ran the search. The screen immediately filled with links to men asking why they were having these fantasies and articles about how common it is.

James scrolled through the first page, stunned by the number of results. He opened an article about the psychology of fantasy and read in silence. Wife sharing. Cuckolding. Do people do this in real life? He wondered. He had always imagined that this was exaggerated in movies and TV. He had believed, in real life, things like swinging parties were exceptionally rare or never happened at all. Now he realized he may have been naïve to think this wasn’t more common.

So far, he had primarily been thinking about Richard's lust for Sophie, but he hadn’t considered her doing anything with him. Reading through the article had him imagining things he shouldn’t be.

The article suggested several potential reasons for the popularity of the fantasy. As he continued to read, he was forced to guiltily admit that several were playing a part in his daydreams.

A section covered how the taboo nature of watching one’s wife with someone else was a significant contributor. It was taboo, he thought. His wife was the epitome of classy, and the idea of another man lusting for her had been driving him crazy for a week. The idea of her being with a man other than her husband would be beyond shocking to even their most open-minded friends. The idea of her being with a man in his 60s wasn’t even fathomable.

The article also talked about the husband's desire to see his wife lose herself to lust. While he and Sophie had always had a great sex life, she wasn’t one to lose herself in desire. She was always firmly in control and thinking clearly, even in the throes of passion. Sure, he would love for Sophie to be more sexual, but with another man? To be driven by lust with a stranger or with Richard seemed honestly impossible.

He felt his cock stiffen, again betraying how turned on he was by the very idea.

He went back and read through posts by men who seemed to be struggling with similar feelings. They talked about their fantasies and how they had adapted. Several of them spoke about how much it had helped their sex lives with their wives as they played with the idea of sharing without actually going through with anything more.

That intrigued James. Despite how much it turned him on, he didn’t think he truly wanted to see her with another man, and he was frightened by what that would do to their relationship.

How would she react to him sharing any of these thoughts?

She would probably think he was a pervert or insane. She hadn’t been thrilled with her first interaction with Richard the week before, and he was afraid she would judge him for how he felt about it.

He thought for a few more minutes and walked back to the bathroom. He came up behind his wife and put a hand on her lower back.

“James, I’m already late,” she said as she continued to do her makeup.

“You can be a little late, right?” he asked, “I didn’t get enough of you last night.”

She smiled and looked over at him without stopping what she was doing. “Do you ever?” she asked with a laugh.

“No, I don’t,” he said and gave his wife’s bottom a gentle pat and left his hand on her butt. “Is today the day that guy comes back for an appointment?” he asked, trying to sound as if he hadn’t been thinking about it all week.

“Don’t remind me. I’m already dreading it,” she said, annoyed.

“I mean, can you blame him? Look at you,” he said and gave her a little squeeze.

“Yeah, the guy was a creep, and he’s just going to be picturing me naked the whole time I’m trying to work,” she said, frustration in her voice.

“You think he’s picturing you naked?” James asked, a lump in his throat as they got directly to what he had been thinking about a few minutes before.

She paused for a moment before starting back on getting ready. “Yeah, he doesn’t exactly try to hide it,” she answered.

James answered impulsively, his desire getting the best of him. “Think about how hard it has to be for him, though. A woman like you with a body like that. He probably thought about you all week,” he said with a laugh.

Sophie didn’t laugh but stopped doing her makeup and turned to her husband. She was looking at him suspiciously. “What are you doing, James?” she asked.

“What do you mean?” he said, not acknowledging that she had caught onto him.

She held his gaze and seemed to be thinking carefully about how to proceed.

“You’re being weird about this. What’s going on?” she asked him.

“I, uh, well,” he stammered and felt himself get red.

Sophie looked concerned and encouraged him gently. “Tell me what’s going on.”

James felt sheepish. “Well, uh, I don’t know. I guess, well. I was just thinking about him and how he looked at you…” He trailed off.

She waited a few moments for him to continue, but it felt like his mouth was full of cotton. He willed himself to answer. “I just, uh, guess it just got me a little excited knowing how badly he, uh, seemed to want you when you’re all mine.” He admitted.

Though he had tried to say it in a way that wasn’t too overt, she seemed to get exactly what he meant. To say that Sophie looked surprised was an understatement.

“It turned you on that a creepy older guy leered at me at work?” she asked incredulously.

“No, uh, I mean,” James knew he had to backtrack some as this was precisely what he had been afraid of. “I just mean that I love, um, knowing that you’re mine.”

“James.” Her expression had softened after the initial surprise. “Be honest with me. What’s going on?”

“I don’t know, Sophie.” He said exasperatedly, and it came pouring out. “Ever since you told me about that guy and how he looked at you, I just can’t get it out of my head.”

She looked at him with concern but gave him a minute to continue.

“There’s just something about it that drives me crazy. I don’t understand why, really, but I’ve been thinking about it all week.” He added, avoiding his wife’s eyes as he admitted it.

James could tell she was thinking so she could choose her words carefully.

“So, him watching me, picturing me naked while he’s with me?” She asked, clarifying what he was saying.

“Yeah,” he managed to get out.

She had an expression on her face now that he wasn’t sure how to interpret.

“What exactly do you want to happen?” she asked him. The question caught James off guard. He didn’t want to admit to his wife the extent of his thoughts about this. At least, not right now.

“Nothing, well, just maybe talking about when Richard, or anyone, looks at you or hits on you. Like how I love how men watch you when we go out dancing,” he said as convincingly as she could. She eyed him suspiciously, trying to tell if he was telling the truth.

Sophie sighed and seemed to relax. “Gosh, James! You had me stressed. I was waiting for you to say you wanted to start swinging or something like that!” she laughed.

“No, no, nothing like that,” he said, the tension significantly improving.

Her phone buzzed on the counter, drawing her attention. She glanced down at it and, seeing the time, immediately started hurrying to get her things together. “I’m going to be so late. We’ll talk later, okay?” She quickly kissed him goodbye and grabbed her purse before hurrying out the door.

James watched her pull out of the driveway before he got his things together to leave for work. He knew it would be a long day of anticipation, knowing Richard would be coming in to see his wife and knowing they would have to talk about this again tonight.

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Sophie felt like she had been on autopilot at work all day, thinking about her conversation with James nonstop. He had seemed so nervous and embarrassed but admitted that the older man watching her had been a turn-on for him. She didn’t understand at all, but she had tried her best not to seem judgmental once she had understood what he was trying to tell her. After all, he had been reluctant to admit it to her in the first place and seemed to be genuinely conflicted about it himself.

She had been thinking about it throughout the day, trying to understand. Was it just that competitive side of guys that knowing other guys coveted their wives was a turn-on? She was still unsure if James was telling her everything, but he had seemed earnest enough, and she had seen him be extra passionate after they went dancing in public.

Sophie loved her husband more than anything, and though they hadn’t talked today after she left for work, she knew he had to be antsy this afternoon. She thought for a moment.

She took her phone out and typed out a quick message to James.

“Richard is about to get here.” It read. It was small, but she meant it to pique his interest.

Her phone almost immediately buzzed with a text. She picked it back up to read it.

“Oh, okay,” was all he had sent back. She was sure he didn’t know what to say after the way this morning had gone. She realized she would have to be overt to get him to know she was trying to play along with his fantasy.

She typed out a response. “You think he’s going to picture me naked again today?” She smiled. It was a hint of a tease, but she also wanted him to know they were okay after the conversation that morning.

Dots appeared, showing that he was typing a response, but it took a minute before a message came.

“Yeah, I know he will. It’s probably going to be all he thinks about,” James had replied. She thought about her following response and decided to mess with him.

She typed out the message and hit send. “Should I give him a show?” with an emoji giving a wink.

She was sure that he would be surprised by her being so playful, but she wanted him to know that sharing his fantasies with her was safe.

His reply came immediately. “Are you serious?” She laughed, knowing she had gotten him so easily.

“What do you want?” She asked.

“Give him a show,” he told her. She smiled and thought of her next reply when a voice interrupted her thought.

“Good afternoon, Sophie,” it came from behind her. She turned and saw Richard was already dressed for their session. It was once again the last appointment of her day.

“Hey, Richard. One second, and we can get started,” she told him. She quickly texted to tell James he was here and then put her phone up.

They started going through a series of exercises for his knee to strengthen the muscles around it. Time passed quickly, and Richard was pleasant, though he continued to look at her in a way that made her uncomfortable. Halfway through their appointment, he hadn’t made any comments or done anything more egregious.

She wondered if James was right and that the man was picturing her naked when he looked at her. The hungry look in his eye was still there, that was for sure.

For the next exercise, she had to get a medicine ball from the other side of the gym, and she was acutely aware that she would have to bend over to pick it up. She could feel his eyes on her back as she walked across the room.

She bent over, grabbed the medicine ball, and brought it to Richard.

“How do you keep yourself in such good shape? Looks like you must do a lot of squats,” the older man said without shame or embarrassment. If there was any question before, now she knew he had been checking out her butt.

“Uh,” she started, her face blushing red, and added briefly, “Yeah, I work out with weights.” James was right, she thought. He’s thinking about me naked.

“It shows,” he said, “You have a hell of an ass. It takes a lot of work to have a body like that.”

The brazen comment about her butt left her speechless for a moment. A small part of her was flattered by the compliment, but the rest was mortified that the man thought he could about her like that.

She put on her sternest expression to answer him. “Look, Richard, I’m married, and professionally, this isn’t appropriate,” she said firmly.

He didn’t seem at all abashed. He just smiled back at her. “I’m sorry, I get carried away sometimes around gorgeous women, and you’re more than gorgeous,” he said, adding another unnecessary compliment.

“Thank you, but let's just try to keep it strictly professional, okay?” she asked.

“Well, okay. I’ll just say I’m envious of your husband and keep the rest of my thoughts to myself,” he said with a faint smile.

They finished the rest of their appointment without any issues, and she had to admit he was pretty pleasant.

She walked into her office after he left and checked her phone. She had three texts from James since she had told him about Richard’s arrival.

“What are you going to do?” Read the first message.

A few minutes later, he had sent another text. “This is torture.”

Finally, he had sent a third message just a few minutes earlier, “It’s just cruel to stop answering after that tease!”

She bit her lip, enjoying how easy it was to mess with her husband. She typed out a response, simple but meant to keep him guessing.

“That’s between me and Richard. I’m heading home from work,” and she hit send. She helped finish closing up for the evening and headed home.

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James drove over the speed limit the whole way home. He was anxious to hear about his wife’s day, particularly what happened with Richard after she had said she would give him a show. He quickly went through the front door and found his wife in the kitchen working on dinner. He studied his wife while she moved around the kitchen. She seemed her usual self.

“Hey, Soph, how was your day?” he asked, trying to act casual.

“It was good,” she answered, “don’t go far. Dinner is almost ready.” James had hoped she would volunteer more without him having to beg to know what had happened with Richard. He was dying to find out more after she had stopped replying.

He quickly washed up for dinner and joined her in helping set the table before they ate. They made some small talk, and he told her about the drama between a few of the middle school girls in his third hour. He watched her, waiting for her to break and tell him what he was so eager to hear about. However, she remained utterly inscrutable. They fell into silence for a minute as the conversation reached a natural pause.

“Fine, you win. Sophie, what happened with that guy, Richard? It’s killing me,” he admitted. She looked back at him and smiled mischievously.

“I thought you told me to give him a show? I just did what you asked,” she replied coyly, not letting on a thing.

“A show? What does that mean?” he asked, confused.

“What do you mean, ‘What does that mean?’ You agreed you wanted me to give him a show!” she said with faux exasperation.

“Sophie, come on,” he begged.

“It’s your fantasy. So why don’t you tell me what you wanted me to do, and I’ll confirm if I made your fantasy a reality,” she said playfully.

“Sophie, I don’t even know where to start guessing,” he admitted and then decided to change his tactic. “Did you, you know, like push your breasts together?” He jokingly demonstrated what he meant with his arms squeezing together to make his chest stand out.

Sophie laughed hysterically, “No, but that’s good. I’ll have to save that one for the next time he comes in.” Her emerald green eyes were gorgeous when she was laughing.

“What’s that move from Legally Blonde?” he asked, again joking with his wife.

Sophie snorted. “The bend and snap? Correct. That was my go-to move to seduce him.” She continued snickering while he thought.

“I’ll give you a hint,” she started, “it started with the bend.” She said and locked eyes with him.

He nearly spit out the sip of his drink he had just taken. He had to cough several times to clear his airway. “…What?” James managed to ask after he recovered. “What does that mean?”

“Is it not a thing that guys like? Watching a woman bend over?” she asked innocently.

“Uh, yeah. I mean, I’m sure most guys do. But you said you started with that,” he answered. He searched her face for clues as to whether she was messing with him. He could feel the blood rushing into his cock as he pictured her bending over in front of Richard on purpose. Giving Richard the same view James had of her over the bathroom sink that morning.

“Well, yeah, I don’t think that by itself is much of a show,” she said while picking at some leftover asparagus on her plate.

He sat thinking about what else she could have done while Sophie got up to do the dishes.

He walked up behind her while she was at the sink and wrapped his arms around her from behind, holding her tight. His erection was pressed against her butt firmly.

“Mmm, is that thing just from hearing about Richard and me?” she asked.

Rather than answer, he ran his hands over her hips. He untied the drawstring on her scrub pants to loosen them.

“Aggressive,” Sophie laughed, trying to finish the dishes while he worked on getting her to forget about them. His fingertips made their way under the edge of her pants and slid inside. He felt along her hip bones and over the lace of her thong along them.

Sophie leaned her head back against James’ chest, enjoying the attention. “Do you think Richard liked that pair?” she asked him.

“Your butt does look fantastic in these pants,” he answered her as he continued to enjoy access to her body.

“No, silly, not the pants,” she said. James’ heart skipped a beat. What did that mean? She couldn’t mean that, could she?

His mouth was dry as he choked out the question, “What? Do you mean..?”

“My panties. Do you think that Richard liked them?” She asked much more directly. James was floored. Was she being serious? Surely, she wouldn’t have shown Richard her panties. She must have just been messing with him.

“How, uh, how did he see them?” he asked, trying to see if she was messing with him or if this was for real.

“When I bent over, I made sure he got a glimpse of them,” she said and kissed him. His cock felt like it was about to burst because it was so hard. He spun his wife around and continued to kiss her. It wasn’t long before they hurried to the bedroom and helped each other out of their clothes.

As he pushed her legs open and searched with his cock for her opening, all he could think about was what his wife had just told him. He pushed inside her without delay.

“Wow, someone is turned on,” she joked as he set a fast pace out of the gate. “But you didn’t answer my question. Do you think he liked my panties?”

“He’s probably jacking off thinking about them right now,” he managed to say while struggling to focus on his breathing to keep control.

“Is that what you want?” she asked him, looking up into his eyes.

“Yeah,” he admitted.

“What do you want me to show him next time?” she prodded him. His excitement with their new play made him willing to admit things he wouldn’t otherwise, but he thought she seemed to be into it, too.

“More,” he croaked truthfully.

“You want him to see more of me, or do you want him to do more than see?” she asked, hitting closer to the truth than he had expected.

His breathing was ragged as he was struggling to control his release even though they had just started.

“James?” she asked, prodding him to answer her question. The situation was like a truth serum, but he couldn’t last long enough to answer. He didn’t even have time to warn Sophie before he started cumming.

“Ugh, damn, Soph,” he grunted as he lost his rhythm and fired his load deep inside of her. He felt terrible as he was sure she hadn’t finished, but she had pushed the talk about her and Richard, which had put him into overdrive.

They lay together, still connected afterward for several minutes. She ran her fingers through his hair while he thought about everything they had discussed.

“Do you want him to see more of me?” she asked as they lay in the dark.

“I think I just like the talk, the idea of it,” he admitted to her and was being honest. His fantasy included her being with another man, but he didn’t want that. It was just a fantasy that wasn’t meant to be. “Did you show him your panties?” he asked.

“No. This body is just for you, James,” she told him and snuggled against him.

“I adore you,” he told her.

“I love you too,” she replied.

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Sophie’s second to last appointment of the day had been canceled, so she had a few minutes free to get some things done in her office before Richard arrived.

She had been teasing James all day because Richard was coming into the clinic again for his customary last appointment of the day. She and James had continued to play around with the idea of her and Richard. It seemed to get James in the mood when they talked about it, even when he knew it was just talk. In reality, the last few appointments had been fine, and Richard had behaved. He hadn’t made any inappropriate comments since she had spoken to him a few weeks earlier.

She was updating her calendar with a few new appointments and blocking a couple of days for personal reasons when the silence was split by a ring from her phone.

“Hey, Soph,” James' voice came through the phone. She could tell he was frustrated by his tone, and it was unusual for him to call her at work because she would usually be with patients.

“What’s going on?” she asked with concern.

“I went to start my car to head to the track meet, and it wouldn’t start. I had to have it towed to the shop over on the corner of Centerville. I’ll show you the details they gave me later, but it will take a lot of work to get it running again.” He told her.

“Well, how much is it going to be?” she asked, now feeling the stress James was feeling.

“Yeah, that’s the problem. Three thousand dollars was the quote they gave me,” he answered her with a bit of defeat.

“Three thousand dollars?!” she answered in shock. “Can we take it somewhere else and maybe get a better price?” she asked as she looked at the calendar she had been working on. She didn’t get paid for another eight days, and James wouldn’t get paid again until the end of the month. Even then, it wouldn’t be enough.

James sighed. “That was my first thought, so I called Johnny, who plays basketball with us sometimes, you know? He’s a mechanic, so I ran it by him. He said that we might be able to find someone that could do the work for a couple hundred less, but he doubted we would get quality work for much less than the quote we got,” he told her.

“We don’t have that much money,” Sophie said, “Plus, we’re already over-extended on our credit cards.” Sophie’s frustration was coming through even as she tried to keep it from being obvious. James was already stressed enough without her adding to it.

She and James had done everything the way they were supposed to, and then something like this seemed to always come up. It just felt like they couldn’t ever get ahead. She had thought that the extra money from her new job would finally make them feel stable. She thought they had finally turned that corner. That didn’t seem to be the case between their mortgage, student loan payments, and now a substantial unexpected cost.

“I know,” he said. “I could ask my brother for a loan while I try to find some after-school tutoring to try to get us over the hump.” Sophie didn’t like how sad his voice sounded over the phone. “I know his business isn’t doing as well as it had been, but he might be able to help.”

“I don’t want you to worry about it, though. I’ll take care of it”, James continued, trying to reassure her. They had talked about it before, and she knew he felt the strain of being unable to provide for her.

“James…” she tried to make sure he heard the concern in her voice. “We’re in this together, and we’ll figure this out. It’s just money. I’ll be fine as long as I have you.”

“I love you so much,” he said with a note of more resolve after her reassurance. “I’ve got to go, but I’ll see you at home in a bit.”

“I love you too. Bye,” she said, taking the phone from her ear. She sighed in frustration as the weight of the situation seemed to be pressing down on her. She had done her best to seem okay for James, but she didn’t know what they would do.

They worked in opposite directions from where they lived. Having only one car meant carpooling, which would mean hours of extra commuting. Public transportation in their city didn’t have any better options either.

She turned to leave the office and nearly walked into Richard, who must have been standing in the doorway. Sophie had been too caught up in the conversation with James and hadn’t heard him approach.

“Sorry, I didn’t expect you to be there,” she apologized as she glanced at the clock on the wall. He’s 15 minutes early. Great.

Richard gave her an odd look for a moment before answering in his typical way, “Nothing to apologize for, sweetheart. I got here a few minutes early, and the front desk told me to come on back and find you. Said you might be free to see me earlier than four.”

Sophie tried to put her problems out of her mind and focus on the present. “Yeah, I had a couple of cancellations. Let’s get started”, she said, actually happy she would get out a few minutes earlier.

“How has the knee been doing lately?” She asked him.

“It’s a good bit better. I haven’t been dealing with the pain as much as I had before,” he told her, “I have to admit it’s nice to be able to walk up a set of stairs without worrying that I’ll regret it later.”

“That’s great to hear,” she said with a smile, “You just have to keep up the hard work.”

She put him through several exercises while they talked about his progress and the next steps in the process.

As they were wrapping up, Richard asked her a question out of the blue, “How have you and the husband been?” She was surprised by the question. They never talked about things outside of his therapy.

“We’re doing great. How does next Wednesday work for your next appointment?” she asked, trying to be brief and then to change the subject.

“I overheard your conversation on the phone. Money problems can put a strain on a relationship,” he told her. Ah, she realized. This is what he was getting at.

She thought for a moment about how to answer. “Yeah, it can,” she replied. Sophie did not want to talk to the older man about her personal life and was wildly uncomfortable.

Richard held his gaze on her. A hint of the hunger she had seen in the past was in his eyes again.

“Look, I’ll be real blunt with you, doll. I have a party, like a cocktail party, this weekend, where I need to impress some big-time businessmen to get some contracts. A sexy knockout of a woman like you on my arm is a big advantage in that situation,” He explained, either oblivious to how uncomfortable Sophie was or he didn’t care. “You see, they can get bored hearing a pitch, but they get to stare at a pretty face and a nice pair of tits, and they listen a little longer.”

Sophie blushed at his reference to her breasts. No man had ever talked to her that way, certainly not James, and like the last time he commented on her butt, a part of her was flattered by the improper compliment.

“Ummm,” Sophie blinked, trying to process everything he had just said. “Richard, I told you before, I’m married, and this is so inappropriate.”

Richard continued, “I think we can come to an arrangement that works for both of us. If you go with me, just a few hours to this party, I’ll make it worth your while,” Sophie stared at him, wondering if this was a joke or if he was serious.

“I know what you said. You’re married, but hear me out,” he tried again. “I run a construction company, and we only keep the lights on if we get contracts. This party is going to have a lot of people with a lot of money. For a few hours, I’ll give you $1500. Cash.”

She wasn’t sure what to say. Going out with the man wasn’t something she would have ever considered, but it was a lot of money, and she felt desperate.

She hesitated nervously. “What exactly would I have to do?” She asked, surprising herself.

A big grin came across the man’s face, clearly happy she was hearing him out more. “Like I said, you’re just there to be eye candy while I make some pitches and try to drum up some business.”

“What would I have to wear?” she couldn’t believe she was entertaining this proposition.

“I’ll be wearing a suit, so a nice dress. Anything sexy or that gives a nice view of your rack would be a bonus,” he said with a laugh.

She ignored his comment, now wanting the details, “When is it? And where?”

“The party is at seven on Saturday night and should last around three hours. I’ll pick you up and drop you back off at home afterward,” he told her.

Sophie was thinking about it. It could be the answer to their problems. It was just a date. However, she would have to deal with being objectified by Richard and other sleazy men all night.

“I’ll have to talk to my husband about it,” she told him, anxious about what James would think of her for even suggesting something so scandalous.

He took a card out of his bag. “Here’s my cell number. You talk to your husband and then let me know as soon as possible,” he said before he turned and left the clinic without looking back at her.

Sophie looked at his business card and then put it in her purse. She started to think about how she would bring it up to James.

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Lucy stopped every few feet to smell whatever dog had been there before her as James and Sophie followed behind her patiently. They had been making small talk for the first few minutes of their walk around the neighborhood but had fallen into a comfortable silence.

Sophie finally spoke, “What did your brother say about loaning us the money?”

James sighed. They had both been stressed since his car had broken down the day before, even though he was trying to shield Soph from it as much as possible.

“He doesn’t have that much to loan us right now. I think he’s having some money problems, too. I’m not sure what we’re going to do.” He had been feeling the weight of their money situation and so far hadn’t been able to find any extra tutoring jobs to help them out.

“Richard came back to the clinic yesterday,” his wife said, changing the subject and letting it hang in the air.

With the car issue, James had entirely forgotten about Richard the day before. She had spent all day teasing him about how she hoped that Richard liked her underwear and things like that, but then they hadn’t talked about it afterward. He felt the heat building in him.

“Did anything happen?” he asked her, excited to play along again and put the money issues out of his mind.

“He overheard us talking on the phone,” she said before clarifying, “about the car.” Her eyes stayed fixed on their dog as she walked.

“Wait, what?” James asked, confused. He wasn’t sure where Sophie was going with this, but the car was a sore subject and precisely what he wanted to forget about.

“He asked me to go to a party with him, like a business party,” Sophie said, still looking forward rather than meeting James’ eyes.

James felt a rush of excitement, but his wife didn’t seem to be in a playful mood. She looked more anxious than anything. Was this talk, or was she for real?

“What did you say?” her husband asked as his mouth got dry.

“I told him I was married and that it wouldn’t be appropriate because he was a patient of mine,” she told him before she continued very nervously, “but he told me he would give us $1500 if I went with him.”

She turned and watched James’ reaction as he absorbed what he had just heard. He was stunned that the man was bold enough to just straight up proposition his wife. He felt a brief flicker of anger that gave way to excitement again.

“He offered to pay you to go on a date with him? Like you’re an escort?” he asked her, his mixed feelings about the situation making his head swim. “That’s crazy.”

“Yeah, it’s crazy,” she agreed flatly.

“What did you say to that?” he asked her. “Do you think he was being serious?”

“Yeah, he was serious. I told him that it was inappropriate,” she said, but he felt she was holding something back.

“If only that was a real option,” he said with a shake of his head. His imagination took over again as he imagined her out with another man on a date. He felt a twitch in his pants at the thought.

His wife was quiet for a minute before she spoke again, her voice softer than usual, “I mean, what if I did go with him? We need the money.”

James was astounded that she would even consider it. He might find the idea appealing, but he couldn’t ask that of her. “Sophie, I’ll figure it out. We don’t need you to go out with a random guy for money.”

“James, we don’t have any other way to get the money,” she said, “You already said that your brother can’t loan us the money. You won’t be able to get enough tutoring to make a difference. It’s $1500 for going to a cocktail party for a few hours right when we need it. It’s almost too good to be true.”

“You’re thinking about doing it?” James asked in disbelief.

“If there’s another way to get the money, then no, but it doesn’t feel like we have a choice,” she said desperately. He took a few moments to take it all in while they continued to walk down the sidewalk. His wife was being incredibly selfless by being willing to do this, but he felt disgusted with how much it turned him on to think about.

The idea of her going out with another man should make him angry or jealous, but the lust was overwhelming all of the other emotions he had. He had to admit the money would dramatically help them too. He had tried several things but couldn’t find a way to stretch their money to make it work beyond a few weeks out when their mortgage was due.

James swallowed. “If you were to do it, what are the details? How would I know you’re safe?” he asked.

“It’s Saturday night. He said it would be from about 7 to 10 pm. It’s a cocktail party, and he thinks having a woman with him will help him get some contracts for his company,” she told him.

“Well, he’s probably not wrong about that,” James said, still trying to wrap his head around the situation.

“I’ll text you when I get there and when I leave,” she said, addressing his safety concern.

“I want you to turn on the tracking for your phone, too, so I can see where you are,” he added.

“Good idea,” she said with a smile. “Are you okay with this?”

He thought about the question for a moment. He knew they needed the money, but that’s not what he was thinking about as he considered the question. All he could picture was the man with his hands on his wife at the party like they were together.

“Yeah. I think you’re right. It’s too much money to pass up,” he said. Guilt filled him as he left out the rest of his motivation for wanting her to go.

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The sound of heels on the hardwood floor snapped James’ attention back to the present. His breath slowed as he waited for Sophie to make her way down the hall and into the sitting room on the first floor of their home. She had spent the last several hours getting ready.

It had been several days since they agreed to her going to the cocktail party with Richard. She had insisted that she needed the money upfront, which the man had agreed to.

The days leading to Saturday had been excruciatingly slow. James had barely been able to function in the meantime between the anxiety and the need to relieve himself a couple of times a day because of how horny he had been thinking about the upcoming night. He had been having trouble focusing on his classes and finally resorted to showing a movie to his classes on Friday.

He still wasn’t sure if it was right for her to go out with him, but they desperately needed the money, and his fantasies about her with another man helped crush some of his doubt.

“Wow,” James let out as she walked into view.

“You think it’s okay?” she asked, “I wasn’t sure if it was too dressy, but I don’t want to be underdressed.”

He had been curious about what she would pick for this kind of thing, and he tried to think of the right way to describe her. Elegant, he thought. Exactly not the type of woman who goes to dinner with a man who isn’t her husband just for money. “You look great,” he said earnestly.

He looked her up and down again as she gave a quick spin. She had done her hair up for the evening. She was wearing a soft pink dress that was appropriately conservative considering the situation but still made her look incredibly sexy. The dress had loose sleeves down to her wrists and a high neckline with a collar. Underneath the collar was a keyhole cutout that showed a thin sliver of skin down her chest until it reached a broad, cinched piece of fabric around her naval. Below the cinched midsection, the dress flowed loosely down to about 2 inches above her knee. This highlighted how slender her waist was compared to her chest and rear and accentuated her figure. Her nude pumps made her legs look longer and lifted her butt to make it even more enticing.

He noticed she was also wearing the bracelet he had gotten her for their last anniversary. The small sapphires added a touch of color to her otherwise neutral outfit.

James felt a little jealous that his wife was so dressed up for dinner with another man, but his desire was still easily winning out.

Sophie looked at her phone. “He’s here,” she said. Richard was picking her up for the evening.

She grabbed her purse and walked by James. “Are we sure about this?” she asked, pleading for final reassurance. Sophie’s green eyes searched his while she waited for his answer. James swallowed and nodded.

“We need the money, and it’s just a party. Keep your tracking on your phone. Call me if you need anything, and text me as we discussed,” James said, reiterating what they had discussed.

She nodded, and his reassurance seemed to strengthen her resolve. “I’ll be home before you know it,” she said with a gentle smile. Sophie opened the door and stepped out into the night.

James waited impatiently on the couch while his wife was gone for the cocktail party. He had tried to keep himself distracted, but it was hard not to wonder about his wife and what she was doing.

She looked incredible tonight. If the man had been willing to hit on her while she was at work, he would have trouble controlling himself with how she looked tonight. James’ cock was hard thinking about it.

He imagined Sophie walking through the party on the man’s arm, every eye on her, wondering how he got a woman like her. He imagined the man trying his luck, being handsy while they made small talk. His hand was on her lower back and slowly trying to work its way inconspicuously down to the curve of her butt.

What would Sophie do in that situation? Considering everything, would she move away, or would she let him get away with it?

He pictured them on the dance floor together, their bodies close together. The crowd watched them, not knowing that her husband was at home. He passed the next few hours daydreaming about what his wife was doing and checking her location every few minutes.

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James reread the text message he had gotten a few minutes earlier from Sophie, “We’re leaving. He wants to meet you when we get back.”

He didn’t look forward to the likely awkward interaction with the man who had been out with his wife but had appreciated the heads up so he could at least be presentable. He had changed quickly and now sat wondering what the man would be like and why he wanted to meet him.

The app on his phone showed him Sophie’s location, which was now on their street. They were almost home. A minute later, the sound of the door handle caused him to look up from the sofa. He rose and moved toward the door to greet them.

The door opened. Sophie stepped through, elegant in her soft pink dress. An older man in an expensive-looking suit stepped inside behind her. James hadn’t expected the man to be so enormous. He was half a foot taller than James and significantly broader across his chest.

“Richard,” the older man introduced himself and extended his hand to James.

“Uh, James. Nice to meet you,” James said awkwardly, taking the man’s hand. Richard’s hand dwarfed James’ and gave his hand a firm squeeze.

“I just wanted to come and tell you how much I appreciate you letting me borrow your wife for the evening. You should have seen some of the guys drooling over her,” Richard told him with a chuckle. James looked at Sophie, who gave him a small smile in response.

“I’m glad it worked out,” James said. “Thanks for getting her home safe, Richard,” he added, trying to put an end to the encounter.

Richard didn’t move to leave or say goodbye. He waited a beat and said, “James, I’m not ready to turn your wife over to you for the night just yet. What can I say? How do you feel about the three of us having a drink before I go?”

“It’s late, maybe another time,” James answered quickly, eager to get Richard out the door. He was ready to hear about the rest of the evening from his wife and make love to her.

Richard’s face showed a brief annoyance but was quickly replaced with a smile. “I know the two of you have been having some money issues. I’m willing to pay $500 just to have a drink with the two of you. Won’t you indulge an old man?” he asked genially enough.

“What do you think, James?” Sophie asked, looking at him. From her expression and lack of surprise, James could tell she must have been aware of the offer before they arrived. If anything, she seemed anxious to see James’ reaction.

Five hundred dollars for a drink, James thought. It was nothing compared to her already having gone out with him.

“Um, yeah, sure, that sounds good,” he said. Sophie seemed relieved by his answer. James directed Richard to have a seat, and he made himself at home at one end of their couch.

“I’ll get the drinks. Is bourbon okay, Richard?” Sophie asked their guest.

“That would be perfect. Neat, please,” Richard answered with a grin.

Sophie made her way into the kitchen to get the drinks. Richard didn’t hide how he watched the sway of Sophie’s hips as she walked out of the room.

James took a seat in a chair across from Richard. “So, uh, you work in construction?” James asked, trying to make small talk.

“Commercial contracting,” Richard clarified. “We mostly build office buildings and retail stores. It’s not very exciting, but it pays well.” James wasn’t sure if that was a dig at him over their money issues or just an innocent remark. They sat awkwardly, waiting for Sophie to rejoin them.

A minute later, Sophie walked back into the room where the two men waited with three glasses of bourbon. She handed her husband a glass and then walked to give one to their guest. She sat on the other end of the sofa from Richard, several feet separating them. She crossed her legs and sipped her glass of bourbon. James had not seen her drink liquor except on rare occasions when she had purposefully wanted liquid courage.

Richard was the first to speak again. “You know, James, your wife is an incredibly beautiful woman,” he said, eyes on her. James noted that this must be the look she had mentioned the first time he came to her clinic.

“Uh, thanks,” James said, unsure how to answer him.

“Ever since I first saw her the first time, I’ve had trouble taking my eyes off of her,” he continued. “In my experience, you don’t find many women like her. You’re very lucky.” James was wildly uncomfortable. He might have fantasized about other men and his wife, but he hadn’t expected Richard to talk to him so openly about his wife’s looks. He glanced at Sophie, who was blushing while taking a large sip of her bourbon and avoiding eye contact with either man.

“You know, I’ve been successful in life and business,” Richard said, still monologuing to the couple. “and I’m not a man that finds it easy not to get what I want.”

“I’ve been watching that tight body of hers strut around for weeks at therapy, and I watched her ass all night in that dress,” he said, his eyes hungry and fixed on Sophie.

“I’m done wondering, James. I want to know what that sexy fucking body looks like,” Richard announced. “I’ve got $2000 here.” He reached into his suit jacket, pulled out a money clip of bills, and held it up. “$2000 for her to lose the dress and put on a good show.” James swallowed nervously. There was no way that Richard could know how they had joked about her giving him a show a few weeks earlier. Had Sophie talked to him about that? He couldn’t believe she would have unless it had been more than just talk before. It didn’t matter right now, though. James’ cock twitched at the idea of Sophie giving him a show.

Sophie and James looked at each other. The $2000 for the night they had already made would pay for most of the desperately needed car repairs. Another $2000 would completely pay for it and give them money to help pay off their credit cards. James was struggling to weigh his conflicting feelings. The money was tempting. However, the idea of having his wife show her body to this man was something he couldn’t believe he was entertaining. A month ago, he would have thought it unspeakable, but since Sophie had first mentioned the older man leering at her… it felt like he had had a devil on his shoulder putting dark thoughts into his head.

“What do you want me to do exactly?” Sophie asked cautiously, breaking the silence. James wasn’t sure how long he had taken to answer while he thought, but it must have been too long. Sophie seemed to have taken that correctly to mean he was considering it.

Richard grinned and started counting out hundred-dollar bills as he answered with a question, “Honey, have you ever been to a strip club?”

“No, we don’t go to places like that,” Sophie said indignantly.

He laughed heartily, “Well then, you’ll have to imagine what girls do in strip clubs. I want you to stand up and dance slowly and seductively. Like the girls do.” The hunger in Richard’s eyes made James uneasy, but his desire was overwhelming the alarm bells in his head.

He looked at his wife, but Sophie’s face was hard to read. She was keeping a calm façade up to hide whatever she felt at the moment. He imagined it was likely disgust, maybe anger, but clearly, she was weighing the money versus all of the reasons she should say no.

“And I want you to slowly take off that dress and then whatever you have on underneath it while you do it,” and he continued after a pause, “but leave the heels on.” Richard took the twenty bills he had counted out and stacked them on the coffee table before drinking a little more from his glass.

James’ had a full erection by the time Richard had finished telling them what he wanted. He shifted how he was sitting to try to hide it before either of them noticed. He looked back to Sophie to see what she was thinking and noted she was looking at his lap. Had she noticed how turned on he was by this? She met his eyes, waiting for an answer. He couldn’t tell what she was thinking as she kept a neutral expression.

James felt his heart pounding as he held his wife’s eyes. It was too much. He couldn’t let his wife do this. James shook his head no, or at least he had meant to. However, he felt himself give a very subtle nod. Sophie’s calm face showed a moment of just the briefest surprise before she caught herself. Sophie held his gaze for a few moments longer and then nodded back.

“Excellent,” Richard said with a broad smile. James saw Sophie tip her glass back and finish the rest of her bourbon.

“James, can you get some music for your wife to dance to?” He was eying the prominent floor-standing speakers they had in the room.

“Uh, yeah, I guess,” James answered. “Just use the tablet there. You can stream whatever.”

Richard stood and walked casually across the room to the tablet on one of the speakers. He started perusing the tablet while Sophie and James exchanged an awkward look.

The low pitch of bass filled the room as the beat of a song started. They both turned their attention back to Richard. The older man turned the volume up, and the room was drowned in music as if their living room were his private club.

He pushed the coffee table out of the middle of the room up against the far wall, clearing the middle of the room, and then approached Sophie and put his hand out to her.

Sophie hesitated for a moment and then took his hand and stood. Richard led her to the middle of the room before sitting on the sofa directly in front of her. Richard looked right at home as he sat back with his arms on the back of the couch. His legs fell open, spreading out comfortably.

Sophie stood in the middle of the room, facing the man nearly 40 years her senior. The song he had picked had a slow rhythm with explicit lyrics that made the situation seem even more wanton. Sophie’s eyes were closed, he saw.

She slowly started moving to the beat. James was transfixed, watching his wife. He always loved dancing with his wife and seeing the reactions she would get when they danced in public, but this was a different level of exhibitionism.

She swayed her hips slowly to the beat but looked very uptight while she did it. She slowly ran her hands down her body while her body continued to sway. She turned away from Richard, her back to him now, but her eyes still closed. She continued to dance for a minute and seemed to be loosening up slowly. He quickly glanced at Richard, who was watching his wife’s hips sway to the music.

She was letting her hips sensually rock side to side now with the rhythm of the music. Richard must have a great view of her backside, he realized.

The song was coming to an end and faded directly into another with a faster rhythm. Sophie didn’t hesitate and mixed it up, leaning forward and rolling her hips to the beat more suggestively than before. The soft pink dress flowed around her hips and butt as she moved to the rhythm.

Sophie slowly turned back toward Richard while she danced. She still had her eyes closed, focusing on the music. She kept rolling her hips while she raised her arms above her head, her hands in her hair.

Richard watched her hungrily, hardly blinking.

As she brought her hands down her body, she ran them over her chest suggestively, a finger tracing down the keyhole slit between her breasts.

“I think it’s time we got you a little more comfortable,” Richard suggested to his wife, raising his voice over the music.

She opened her eyes and looked at him without losing her rhythm. James watched as she continued dancing while reaching over her neck to unzip the back of her dress. She pulled the zipper down and then reached around from underneath, slowly unzipping the dress down to her lower back.

She ran her hands over her body as she continued to dance, slowly shimmying the dress off her shoulders. The front of the dress lowered, exposing her collarbones. She rolled her head back while he danced and dropped the dress more, now showing the swell of her breasts.

She turned away from Richard just before she let the top of the dress fall lower, exposing more of her. She slowly pulled her arms free of the sleeves and let the dress's top fall. Richard was watching her toned back as she continued to dance in front of him, now naked above her waist. James could see his wife’s breasts, and it looked like her petite, pink nipples were hard while she danced for this man they barely knew.

James’ erection was so full it was painful. He had never seen Sophie do anything this erotic.

“Now, let’s see those tits,” Richard ordered her, ready for the stunning blonde to stop teasing him.

She turned around slowly, her hands running down her chest over her breasts while she swayed her hips from side to side. The song faded directly into another.

“Damn, those are some grade-A tits,” he said to Sophie with a huge smile as if James wasn’t present, “I knew you had a sweet pair the first time I saw you.”

She was looking right at Richard as she danced with slow, rhythmic movements in time with the music. Her perky breasts swung slightly as she moved.

“Take that dress off,” he demanded after another minute or two of watching her. She hesitated and looked at James. He was so enthralled watching her that he didn’t realize she was checking to see if he wanted her to continue. His lack of response correctly told her he didn’t want her to stop.

She reached down and slowly pushed the cinched waist down her slender tummy until it fell to the floor in a pile at her feet. She was wearing a black thong made of nothing more than string and a pair of small triangles of material to cover her mound and part of her ass. It left essentially nothing to the imagination and provided no support to her toned butt. The heels pushed the look over the top, making her butt look unbelievable. James realized this must have been Richard’s intention when he told her to keep them on.

“Turn around,” Richard said. Sophie didn’t hesitate this time. She turned and gave him a full view of her pert butt as she swiveled her hips in an outright provocative manner.

“Lean over and show me that ass,” Richard instructed. The man’s hand appeared to be gripping his cock through his suit pants while he watched Sophie.

Sophie leaned over with her legs straight until her hands rested on her shins. Her toned back was straight as an arrow.

“That’s it,” the man said, leering at her. “Shake that ass for me.”

James continued to watch as his wife did as she was told and shook her ass, her muscular cheeks softly jiggling to the bass that filled the room. He was captivated by his wife dancing this way. She continued to shake her ass slowly until Richard spoke again.

“I have another offer,” He roared over the music so James would be sure to hear as well, “If you give me a lap dance, then I’ll tip you what I think you deserve. The better it is, the more I’ll tip.”

Sophie was standing back up and had stopped dancing. She looked directly at James, concern on her face. He swallowed. He knew he should say no but couldn’t get enough of watching his wife.

He made eye contact with her and nodded again. She raised her eyebrows in surprise, questioning him. He nodded again, confirming he wanted her to continue.

She gave him an odd expression for a few moments before she turned toward Richard and nodded.

The older man stood up, walked over, and grabbed one of their dining room chairs. James watched him bring it back and set it in the middle of the room. He couldn’t help but notice the large tent in Richard’s pants as he sat in the chair.

Sophie stepped towards where the man sat. She looked incredibly sexual in just her black thong and heels. Her long blonde hair was still done up, her makeup pristine, and her body perfect. She reminded him of an old-fashioned pinup model.

James was holding his breath and had to force himself to breathe. He had no idea if his wife even knew how to give a lap dance, but the anticipation was killing him.

She stepped over Richard’s lap, straddling him so a leg was on either side. She reached out and put her hands in his greying hair, running her fingers through it. She started to rock her hips from side to side, dancing to the music again. She slowly lowered herself onto his lap until she had barely made contact with his trousers and then rolled her hips once before raising herself back up. She straightened her legs out and leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing her breasts nearly to his face.

Richard pulled out his wad of cash and peeled several bills from it. James watched as he reached back and slipped it under the strap of his wife’s thong. Sophie seemed to respond to the encouragement and lowered her hips onto the man’s lap. She closed her eyes again while she continued the lap dance.

“Fuck yeah,” Richard groaned as she put her weight down on his lap.

She leaned back away from him, holding herself up by her grip on his neck. She rolled her hips on his lap, essentially dry-humping him to the music for a few minutes. James knew at this point that she had to be feeling Richard’s cock. After all, he had seen the tent when Richard stood up and knew the man wasn’t small. Plus, he thought, his wife had nothing on but her tiny thong.

James had started rubbing his cock through his pants without even realizing it as he watched his wife giving a lap dance to another man like she was a stripper in the VIP room of the Gold Club. He slipped down his pants and started stroking himself in earnest as he watched.

Her movements won several more bills from Richard that he again tucked into the strap of her thong. She now had what looked like five or six hundred dollars tucked into her thong as she continued the lap dance. As before, the addition of more money seemed to make Sophie respond. She went from rolling her hips to putting all of her weight down on his lap and grinding against his lap.

Richard couldn’t keep his hands off the young blonde any longer. His hands found her ass and squeezed it, pulling her into him as she continued to grind. James' eyes got big as he realized that she was now basically stroking the man with her pussy through their clothes.

Richard leaned forward and seemed to whisper something to her, but the music kept James from hearing what was said. After a few more minutes, several more bills were tucked into the thong right in the front by her hip. Richard's hands left her butt and were now mauling her breasts and playing with her nipples while she continued to grind against his crotch feverishly.

The music was getting softer as the song came to an end.

Richard looked at James and gave him yet another offer. “I’ll give you five thousand dollars if you let me fuck her right now,” Richard said while he squeezed her breasts again.

Sophie opened her eyes, the trance seemingly broken. She hurriedly stood up, disconnecting herself from Richard. She looked at James for the first time in minutes. Her eyes went from his face to his lap, where his hand was still wrapped around his cock.

Her eyes were wide as she looked at him. “I need a minute,” Sophie yelled out to the both of them and quickly walked out of the room and down the hall.

James pulled his pants back on as he watched his wife leave the room. The click of her heels receded until James heard the bathroom door close. He felt anger in the pit of his stomach, and he rounded on Richard.

“You think my wife is some whore that you can just buy?” he asked furiously. He knew he sounded utterly ridiculous at this point in the evening, but sex was a different line altogether. He had lost himself in the decadence of the last few minutes, but now the guilt was hitting him hard. He felt like he had to protect his wife’s dignity.

Richard looked at him calmly, unfazed by the anger in his voice. He stood up and walked over, cutting the music off as another song started playing. “We all have a price, James. It’s true whether you want to admit it or not. The only question is, what is your price for Sophie? If it’s not five thousand dollars for one night, what is it?” Richard dug into his jacket pocket and pulled out a whole roll of cash. James stood in silence. “I’m going to fuck Sophie tonight,” he said as if it were a matter of fact, “the question is just how much will it take.”

“She’s not going to have sex with you,” James snarled, his voice still raised, “This is as far as it’s going to go.”

Richard looked him over for a few seconds and seemed to be thinking. “Fine, I’m not going home with blue balls tonight—twenty thousand dollars, cash, right now. You go convince her to come back in and finish the job she started,” Richard said almost cavalierly. It gave the strange impression that this was not the first time that Richard had negotiated the price of a man’s wife.

James was stunned by the offer. “Twenty thousand...” James trailed off as he looked at the fat roll of cash in Richard’s hand. He knew twenty thousand dollars was a life-changing amount for them right now. It was almost half of James’ pretax salary as a school teacher. Not to mention, it was on top of the money Richard had already given them tonight.

James looked up from the money to Richard, “Let me talk to her.”

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James walked down the hall and knocked on the bathroom door. A few moments later, his wife opened it. She was standing there, naked, other than the black thong and her heels that she still hadn’t taken off. She looked like she was on the verge of tears. He stepped into the bathroom and hugged her tightly.

Sophie held her head against his chest, “I’m so sorry, James. I don’t know what happened. It just got out of control. You must think I’m such a slut.” She seemed like she would start crying at any moment.

He held her in their embrace. “You’re not a slut. I was right there the whole time. I told you to do it. Remember?” he reminded her.

Sophie looked up at him. He was always shocked by how beautiful she was. Her golden blonde hair and deep emerald eyes made for a striking appearance. He was reminded how lucky he was to be married to her.

“But why?” she asked desperately, “How could you let me do that with another man?”

“I think I got lost in the moment too. Watching you”, he admitted. “It was so much more intense than I was expecting.”

“Did… did that turn you on that much…?” she asked with a glance down at his crotch. His face went red with embarrassment at the reminder that she had seen him masturbating.

“Uh, honestly, Soph, yeah. It was crazy, but wow, you looked incredible. I didn’t know you could dance like that. Seeing you getting so into it just pushed me over the edge,” he told her. “I didn’t expect the one drink to turn out this way.”

“Can you believe he offered five thousand dollars just to sleep with me?” she laughed, still on the verge of tears. “That’s so much money. I can’t even imagine.”

James’ face must have told her that something was wrong. “What?” she asked, her voice cracking. He almost didn’t want to tell his wife and considered keeping the last offer a secret, but she could tell he was holding something back.

“James, tell me,” she said seriously.

“After you walked out, he said he would give us, uh, more than five thousand dollars,” he said quietly. He still wasn’t sure that telling her was the right decision, but she wouldn’t let it go.

The look on Sophie’s face told him how shocked she was. “More than five thousand dollars?! To have sex with me?” She asked, floored. “Is he insane?”

James paused, unsure what to say next, and Sophie realized what was happening.

“Oh my god, you came to see if I would do it,” she said, stepping back from her husband. “Are you kidding, James? Did you come in here to convince me? He’s older than our parents!” She was getting angry at him now.

“You didn’t mind it much a few minutes ago,” he said, regretting the words before they left his mouth.

She stared at him, pissed. “Nice one, James. Well, how much is your wife worth to you? How much did you tell him he could have me for? Huh? Eight thousand?” She asked him with contempt.

“Twenty thousand,” he answered, wondering how she would react to such an absurd number.

“…What?” She asked in disbelief. Her anger vanished in an instant as she heard the number.

“He offered twenty thousand dollars. Cash,” James stated again.

“Oh my god.” His wife turned away and was silent for a moment before turning back to him. “You would want me to do that?” She asked, her eyes searching his face for the truth.

“It’s a lot of money, Sophie,” he said, trying to maintain his composure.

She studied him closely. “It is, but I think part of you wants to see me with him,” she said. She had read his desire even though he struggled to admit it to himself. “I think some part of you has wanted this for weeks. You’ve just been too afraid to admit it.”

“Soph…” he started, trying to find the words he wanted to say but coming up empty.

“You have to tell me if you want me to do this,” She insisted.

He stared into her beautiful green eyes. He nodded to her.

“No, James. I need to hear you say it,” she insisted. Her tone stressed the consequence of the decision.

He took a deep breath, struggling with his mixed feelings. He hadn’t been able to admit it to himself yet, but he managed to force out his answer. “I want you to do it.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, “There’s no going back, James.”

He wasn’t sure how much of his desire was out of their need for money or his lust to see her go further with Richard, but he knew he couldn’t say no.

“I’m sure,” he said with a tone of finality, accepting his decision.

She held his eyes for several moments before stepping toward and kissing him gently.

“I love you,” Sophie told him earnestly. With that, she opened the door to the bathroom and walked back toward the man waiting in the living room.

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She strode confidently into the living room. He followed her sheepishly.

“Good to see you didn’t change,” Richard said approvingly.

“Give us the money now,” she said without room for question in her voice. The man smiled, took the whole roll of money, and tossed it to James.

“Feel free to count it, but it’s all there,” he added, “and well worth it.”

“And you have to use a condom,” James added.

“Sure thing,” Richard said dismissively. “Now, bring that tight little body back over here,” he said, beckoning her to him.

She took slow, deliberate steps toward where he sat in the chair. As she got close to him, he stood up and put his hands on her waist to pull her close. James watched as the man immediately tried to kiss her, but she pulled away instinctively, cutting it short.

“I just paid for a lot more than a kiss, sweetheart,” he said with a laugh.

The man stared into her eyes for a few moments and then pushed her roughly back on the sofa behind her.

“Hey!” James half shouted, but they didn't let on if either of them heard him. Richard unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor before pulling off his shirt. He stepped up to the couch in front of her, grabbing Sophie by the legs and pulling her butt to the edge of the sofa. The man roughly grabbed her panties and yanked them off before he started lining himself up with her exposed and unprotected pussy.

“Richard, condom,” he said assertively, speaking loud enough to make sure that the man heard him.

“Yeah, yeah,” Richard answered, annoyed, without looking up. He stepped over to his discarded pants and pulled out a condom from his pocket, quickly ripping it open. With one hand, he rolled it down his cock as he positioned it threateningly over James’ wife.

Richard forced her legs open wider, her heels still on her feet as Richard had wanted. The scene was depraved. He was nearly old enough to be her grandfather. His large frame and heavy abdomen looked obscene so close to Sophie’s lean, fit body. But the part that James couldn’t help but focus on was what was jutting out from below his belly.

James had always thought he was average from what he had read online. His cock was about 5 inches if he was generous with his measurement. This had never felt inadequate as his wife seemed to more than enjoy their lovemaking. But now that he was looking at Richard, he couldn’t help but feel inferior. The base of Richard’s cock was above her opening, with the tip nearly at her belly button. James estimated he was at least seven or eight inches and quite thick.

Richard was ready now. He pulled back and pressed the thick head of his cock between Sophie’s lips. Her husband heard her gasp as the other man slowly pushed inside her. After advancing about two inches, he pulled back until almost out. Then he pushed again, a little further this time, stretching her out and giving her time to acclimate before pulling back again.

Every time he pushed in, she would let out an involuntary gasp. Richard continued to work himself inside of her slowly, each stroke a little deeper. James took a seat back in the chair he had sat in earlier and watched as more and more of the cock disappeared into his wife. Right as he wondered how much more she would be able to take, Richard decided to push the rest of his cock into her all at once.

“UGH,” Sophie moaned despite her best attempt to stifle it. Richard had had enough of the slow warm-up and increased his speed.

“Ugh… Ugh… Ugh…” came out of her in rhythm with his thrusts as she got used to the biggest cock she had ever had. She didn’t seem to be in any pain. If anything, James admitted, she almost seemed to be enjoying. He took his cock out and started to stroke himself while he watched.

Richard held this pace for a couple of minutes before James noticed the tell-tale signs of his wife’s building orgasm.

James watched in silence as this older man fucked his beautiful twenty-six-year-old wife in front of him.

“Fuck yeah,” Richard said through gritted teeth as he continued his pace, thrusting into her again and again. “I knew I was going to have to fuck you the second I saw you in that clinic.” He finally slowed for a second to lean in and kiss Sophie on the lips. She initially resisted, but this time, she seemed to relent and kiss him back a moment later.

“Your tight little body in those scrubs, I wanted to bend you over and fuck you on the spot,” Richard continued before kissing her again. James saw Sophie bite his lip mid-kiss this time. Despite his disbelief, Sophie appeared to be turned on by what the man said to her.

“Ugh,” Sophie moaned as she arched her back and wrapped her legs around the older man’s waist. James knew she was cumming hard. Richard never slowed down as he continued to jackhammer into her through her entire orgasm. James’ jaw was almost on the floor. He continued to stroke himself while watching the lewd scene.

Richard finally slowed down again and gave her a minute to come down from her orgasm before he pulled out of her suddenly. Sophie opened her eyes, surprised at the feeling of emptiness.

“Flip over and face your husband,” he demanded, his voice leaving no room for disobedience. James watched as Sophie, still in her heels, quickly flipped over and turned towards him. Richard put both hands on her hips and pulled her butt up in the air, then pushed her head down toward the sofa.

Sophie made direct eye contact with her husband as she was positioned, her ass obscenely in the air, waiting for Richard to reenter her. He wasted no time in kneeling on the sofa behind her, preparing to mount the gorgeous young blonde.

“Damn, your wife’s pussy is worth way more than twenty thousand,” Richard taunted him while he moved his cock up and down, teasing her opening. James looked back at his wife, her eyes still on him. “You should have held out for more,” Richard laughed and plunged his cock back into Sophie.

“Oh god,” she gasped as he entered her again. Richard was penetrating even deeper at this angle, but he immediately set a similarly relentless pace as he had before.

Sophie’s green eyes never left James, but after several minutes, he could tell they were starting to glaze over. Richard had one large hand on her hip, holding her in place while he rammed his cock into her. His other hand squeezed her ass roughly. SMACK, James was startled as Richard had just slapped his wife’s ass.

“Mmmm,” Sophie let out as her breasts swung back and forth with the rhythm of the pounding she was taking. He fucked her hard for several minutes, and her body seemed to be responding as she pushed back to meet his thrusts. Richard smiled broadly and abruptly stopped thrusting.

James again was shocked at his wife’s reaction. She desperately and unsuccessfully tried to drive herself back to fuck herself on the man’s cock. Sophie looked back at Richard, but his large hands held her hips firmly to keep her from her goal.

Richard smiled at her desperation. “You want more? Tell your husband how good it is!” Richard ordered her.

Sophie couldn’t look at her husband. She whispered something inaudibly as she buried her face into the couch cushion.

“Look at him, and tell him how good it is!” Richard ordered again, his hands fingers digging into her muscular hips to keep her where he wanted her.

Sophie looked up at James with her big emerald-colored eyes. A look of lust he hadn’t seen in them before, “It’s so good,” she admitted, just audible enough for her husband to hear her. He saw her try again to move her ass back into the cock that was teasing her pussy.

“Is it better than your husband?” Richard continued his interrogation, seemingly intent on demeaning the couple.

“Mmhmm,” she whimpered, this time barely audible to James.

SMACK. Richard’s hand had made contact with her firm ass again. “I didn’t hear you,” he told her roughly.

“Yessss,” Sophie moaned as her hands gripped the edge of the sofa tightly, her eyes avoiding her husband now. He saw she was still wearing the sapphire bracelet he had bought her for their anniversary a few months ago.

“What do you want?” Richard asked, “Say it, and you’ll get it.”

Sophie didn’t answer but suddenly pushed back hard, catching Richard off guard. She managed to get half of his cock back into her before he pulled back.

“Damn bitch, you need this cock bad, don’t you,” he said with a hearty laugh.

“Mhmmm,” she moaned softly. Richard started moving his hips again, and her eyes closed in bliss. He reached out and grabbed a handful of Sophie’s golden mane to hold her in place as he pistoned his cock into her from behind. Every thrust sent a shockwave through her lithe body and made her tits swing back and forth. He fucked her with determination like this for several minutes. His stamina was impressive, James thought.

He saw her eyelids open slightly during the fucking. Her eyes were unfocused, and she seemed to be on another plane of existence. Sophie was entirely focused on the sensation of the big cock pounding her pussy from behind.

James had continued to stroke himself frantically and had reached the point of no return. “Ughh,” he grunted as he came. He shot his load with a small rope out onto the carpet in front of him. He slowed his stroking as he caught his breath.

Sophie’s involuntary whimpers continued as the older man continued his assault on Sophie’s pussy.

After cumming, James’ came out of the haze of his lust, and the debauchery in front of him was hard to stomach. His perfect wife was bent over on the couch on her hands and knees. Her ass was in the air while a man over twice her age fucked her hard. He still had a hand holding her by the hair for leverage so he could drive his cock into her even harder, and as best James could tell, Sophie was loving it.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh God,” she continued to moan in pleasure.

Richard looked at James and smirked at him before he started talking to Sophie again. “If I had known you were such a slut, I wouldn’t have waited so long for this,” he said, demeaning Sophie in front of her husband. James gritted his teeth.

“I’m going to fuck you every time I come to your office from now on, and you’re going to let me, isn’t that right?” he more told her than asked.

Sophie’s eyes were closed as she panted like a dog in heat while the older man used her body for his pleasure.

“You’re going to fuck my cock and make it cum every time you see me, huh?” Richard demanded again while he continued his relentless pounding of her.

Sophie was almost trembling from pleasure by this point. James realized that he was about to watch her have another and significantly more intense orgasm.

“Answer, and I’ll let you finish,” Richard told her. Sophie started wildly bucking her hips back onto his thrusts, clearly not waiting for his permission to finish.

“Ughhh,” she groaned as she was close to cumming again.

“Sophie,” Richard’s voice cut like a knife as he wouldn’t be ignored.

“Fuckkk, yessss”, she moaned loudly, clear as day. The surprises of the night hadn’t stopped. James swallowed, his mouth dry. Was she answering his question from before? And to add to it, he had only heard Sophie use language like that once or twice in extreme circumstances. She had never used it during sex.

She continued bucking against him and then stopped rigidly as she came. “Ohhhhhhhhh, FUCKK,” she moaned.

The huge older man had reached his orgasm. He pulled his cock out of James’ wife and ripped the condom off, throwing it on the sofa cushion in one smooth motion.

“Shiit,” Richard groaned as he stroked his cock rapidly to his climax. James watched as the man's cum shot across his wife’s back and ass in several bursts while he pumped his cock with his hand.

“God damn,” Richard said as he looked down at the young blonde with an extremely satisfied expression, “worth every penny.” Richard slapped Sophie’s firm ass one more time before he got up and started getting dressed. Sophie sat back and wrapped her arms around herself to provide a small amount of modesty.

James’s mind was swimming, but he made himself walk over and sit on the couch by his wife. She looked at him, uncertainty in her beautiful green eyes. He gently stroked her head, trying to reassure her without words.

Richard’s voice made them both look up. He was slipping his jacket back onto his shoulders.

“I had a great evening tonight, but I’m going to get going. Sophie, I’ll see you in a few days,” he said with an arrogant wink. James thought back to the question the man had asked Sophie, as well as her answer, but put it out of his mind once Richard closed the door behind him.

He helped his wife get cleaned up and into the shower before he turned his attention to the money. Hundred-dollar bills were on the floor around the chair in the middle of the room, several still wrapped up in the thong Sophie had worn earlier, and a separate stack lying on the coffee table.

He quietly collected and counted the money that his wife had earned throughout the evening. Her illicit acts with Richard had driven him wild while he watched, but doubts flooded his mind now. Had it been worth it? He wasn’t sure. He didn’t know what the long-term effects would be on Sophie or their relationship.

He finished counting, confirming just shy of twenty-five thousand dollars. Their money issues were over for now. He put the money in the safe in their bedroom and then joined Sophie in bed. She had curled up and gone to sleep after her shower, exhausted from everything that had occurred.

He lay awake for what seemed like forever, trying to make sense of his feelings.

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The following morning, James woke up early, the first light of dawn illuminating their bedroom. He reached his hand across to Sophie’s side of the bed and found it empty. Cold, he realized.

His heart nearly stopped as he remembered the events of the night before. He was instantly wide awake, his heart pounding as he wondered where Sophie had gone. He climbed out of bed and searched for her. He passed the living room and knew it would be a while before he could see the couch without picturing his wife on it. The look in his wife’s eyes, the things that had been said. He put it out of his mind and continued to look for her.

He found her sitting in a rocking chair on the back porch. Sophie didn’t say anything as he stepped out of the back door and sat in the chair beside her. She wore a light blue silk robe over her pajamas and looked exhausted.

“How long have you been up?” he asked her.

“A few hours,” she said quietly, avoiding eye contact with him.

James observed her, but it was hard to read her expression. He felt incredibly guilty in the light of the morning. He had pushed his wife to break their marriage vows. No amount of money could change that. He sat down in a chair beside her own.

“Do you love me?” she asked in a tone that said she wasn’t sure of the answer.

“More than anything,” he said in his best attempt to reassure her. She looked as though she had been crying earlier that morning. “I adore you.”

She gave him a weak smile and then focused on the trees blowing in the warm morning breeze.

“Did you mean what you said to him at the end?” he asked her. The question had kept him up half the night.

“Mean what?” Sophie’s eyes dropped to the floor. She seemed nervous.

“He said he was going to... um...” he struggled to get the words out. He felt as though if he said them out loud, it would make them true.

“Oh,” her voice trembled. Tears welled in her eyes, “I’m so sorry, James. It was overwhelming, and he just kept telling me to say things. I just felt so submissive in the moment…” she trailed off. “I didn’t mean it!” James moved to kneel in front of her and wrapped his arms around her as she leaned her head into him.

“It’s okay, we’re okay,” he whispered as he held his wife. He knew that whatever came, they would face it together.

Richard’s cock felt like it was about to split her in two, but rather than pain, it was pure pleasure as he fucked her brutally from behind. He didn’t seem concerned about her enjoying it at all, but that only seemed to add to the animalistic nature of the act.

“Goddamn, that’s some good pussy,” Richard said as his cock reached the very depths of her. His cock was huge compared to James’ and even the slightest movement made her squirm.

She had been building toward a massive orgasm and it just kept building and building. She could feel her body betraying her, pushing back onto his cock wildly as she tried to will the orgasm to come. There was a sense of desperation for it, as if it was an oasis of pleasure and her thirst was limitless.

She looked up at James, who was watching her act like a dog in heat while the older man mounted her from behind. SMACK. Sophie felt the sting as Richard roughly slapped her ass.

“Fuck, you like that cock don’t you slut?” Richard asked her. It was so demeaning, but she could feel herself respond to it like it was some magic word to set her lust on fire.

“Yesssss,” Sophie admitted through gritted teeth.

“What am I going to do next time I come to your clinic?” Richard continued, egging Sophie on.

“You’re going to fuck meeeee,” Sophie moaned as her hands gripped the sofa as tightly as they could.

Finally, she could feel the orgasm starting to spread through her, the release she had been begging desperately.

Sophie’s eyes opened but it took a moment for her to orient herself. She was staring at her bedroom ceiling in the dark. James was snoring softly beside her. It had all been a dream, she realized as guilt filled her anew. After everything, she couldn’t believe that she was having fantasies about the man. It had been nearly a month since she had gone with him to the cocktail party and she hadn’t seen him since that night. He had made several appointments with her, and each time, she had found an excuse or left work early feeling sick to avoid seeing him.

Sophie and James had talked about that night so many times over the last few weeks and she knew they were okay, better than okay really. James was the most understanding and loving husband she could have asked for and he didn’t hold anything from that night against her. She had felt so guilty afterward, struggling to even look in the mirror. She had even thrown away the dress she had worn that night and had made James put the money up so she wouldn’t have to look at it. Even with that, the dreams didn’t stop, each as vivid as the night the older man had bent her over on the sofa in front of her husband. She couldn’t bring herself to tell James about the dreams.

There were still burning questions for her that she couldn’t answer and they all terrified her. She still struggled to understand James’ desires. Sophie had seen the expression on James’ face while she had been with Richard and it haunted her. It was the same hungry expression that Richard had worn when he watched her the first time they had met. She had seen it before in men’s eyes when their lust was about to boil over, but this was the first time she had seen it in her husband’s. He hadn’t just allowed Richard to be with her. He had wanted it for his own pleasure, his own lust. She had watched James even masturbate as he had watched her with the other man, something that seemed too perverse to be real. His lust had completely overtaken him in a way that Sophie had never dreamed of.

When they talked about what they would do if Richard offered them more money, James said what she wanted him to say. They didn’t need more money. It had been a mistake. They would turn it down, no matter how absurd the offer. But as he said those things, she could see a glimmer of that same hunger in her husband’s eyes that had consumed them last time and she knew what it meant.

Speaking of the other man, she had no idea what to expect from Richard the next time she saw him. She had already crossed professional boundaries to go out to the cocktail party with him, but what she had done afterward. It was unthinkable and she still didn’t know how it had progressed so quickly. The money had certainly opened the door, but then it was the pushing from James and then.... It was hard to admit, and maybe the part that scared her the most. She had enjoyed it. As perverse as it was, she had enjoyed it in a way that was hard to define.

Where James was loving and gentle, Richard was crass and rough with her. When she made love with her husband, she felt that connection and how deep it was between them. Richard’s lust had been almost animalistic in the way he took her. And the way he had talked to her… My God, nobody had ever spoken to her or about her like that in her life. Sophie shivered in bed as she thought about the things he had said that night. It had made her feel like a whore, but that night she couldn’t help how her body responded to the words.

“I’m going to fuck you every time I come to your office from now on, and you’re going to let me,” he had told her. But it wasn’t enough for him, “And you’re going to let me, isn’t that right?” She couldn’t believe that he had managed to get her to say yes. She had said yes, like she was some slut in heat, unable to control herself. Sophie blushed even in the dark of her bedroom, thinking about her answer, with her husband watching no less. She had been on the verge of an orgasm so powerful that her mind hadn’t been able to focus on anything but trying to reach that precipice.

She didn’t think she could face the man after that, but she couldn’t put off seeing him forever. Even more terrifying to her, she had no idea if Richard would expect something to actually happen. When she and James had talked through everything, she had been able to sense how uneasy he was about her being alone with Richard going forward. She could sense the conflict in her husband. On one hand, his lust was ready to ignite at the thought of her with Richard, but she could also see his own trepidation, his uncertainty about Sophie’s reaction.

Sophie had been adamant that she wasn’t attracted to Richard, which was true. It wasn’t that she was attracted to him. It was more that… no, it was too embarrassing to admit even to herself. She was a well-educated woman, a professional, a feminist, and a wife, for crying out loud. But she kept going back to that night. When she had started the lap dance, the moment that she had felt how... massive he was. It had stunned her to the point that she hadn’t been sure it was real, even while she ground herself against it. His cock had dwarfed James’ as it was at least a few inches longer, but it was the thickness that was really the difference. The sensation, the fullness of having it all inside her was what she couldn’t get out of her mind.

It had taken a lot of work to get James to accept that she could continue seeing Richard in clinic without him having to worry, but she felt like she was deceiving him every time she craved that feeling of fullness. She had always heard how much size mattered, but she had never believed it, or at least she hadn’t believed it would matter to her like this.

She looked over at her phone, thankful that she still had a few hours to sleep before she had to start her day. Richard had texted her a few times over the last month, something else she had downplayed to James out of guilt. It felt like if she acknowledged it, it would make it more real. His first text had come the morning after that night, early while James was still asleep. Sophie had read it while she sat on the back porch alone. She had deleted it without responding, but she wouldn’t forget what it said. “I can’t wait until next time.” Next time. God, Richard thought that he was going to have her again.

Sophie wouldn’t let that happen. Her marriage had survived the one night, but letting it go any further could be a disaster. She knew that she couldn’t cross those lines again, no matter what the man offered. James had agreed, though she still had her doubts if his willpower could hold out against his lust if he were put in that situation.

She got out of bed and made her way to the kitchen. The oversized T-shirt she was wearing like a nightgown did little to keep her warm as the cool air hit her skin. Sophie could feel goosebumps down her legs as she poured a glass of water. She was going to have to face him today. She couldn’t put it off any longer, she told herself. Sophie sipped the cold water as she wondered what it would be like to see him in person again. Her phone screen showed the texts that Richard had sent her, all unanswered.

He would no doubt look at her the way he did the first time he came to the clinic, but this time, he could picture her naked without using his imagination. He would know what she looked like when she orgasmed. The barriers had all come down and it would be hard to put them back up after everything that had happened. She imagined Richard making lewd comments to her when they were alone, putting his hands on her body when he thought he could get away with it. It all seemed inevitable when she was left alone with the man.

Sophie looked out the window into the backyard, lost in her thoughts. She only knew one thing going forward, and that was that she had to take back some semblance of control in this situation.

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James rolled over in bed and felt around on the nightstand until he found his phone and silenced the alarm. He needed to get up and take a shower before work so he had set alarms earlier than normal to give himself plenty of time. He reached over toward his wife, Sophie, but her side of the bed was empty. Again. She typically was out of bed earlier than he was, but lately she didn’t seem to be sleeping well.

He climbed out of bed and walked into the kitchen, finding Sophie sitting at the kitchen table with her coffee as she scrolled through social media on her phone. She was still in what she had slept in, one of his T-shirts that was a few sizes too large for her. Her golden blonde hair was in a ponytail and she had no makeup on, but somehow she was always gorgeous, even when she hadn’t made an effort.

“Hey, Sophie,” he said. “Everything okay?”

“Just a little antsy this morning,” she told him. James didn’t need to ask her why. They had already talked about it countless times over the last month since she had gone out with her patient, Richard. James felt responsible for pushing his wife that night, but she had also seemed more than willing as the night had gotten more and more out of control. Their money problems had disappeared literally overnight and they had a bigger rainy day fund than he had ever expected, but now they had to deal with the consequences.

Immediately afterward, Sophie had been ashamed in a way he had never seen her and she had been adamant that it was a one time mistake. She had felt so strongly about that that he had gone along with her decision without argument, though had more mixed feelings about it all. It was the most erotic and arousing thing he had ever experienced, but in the light of day it was difficult to reconcile that with the fact that his wife had broken their marriage vows and let another man absolutely dominate her. He had tried to bring up to Sophie the possibility that Richard would offer them money again, but Sophie had shut that down immediately.

“I’m not a whore. He can’t just pay for me whenever he wants,” Sophie had told him. James understood how she felt, but he also found himself fantasizing about her with Richard on an almost daily basis. Today was the day that would answer a lot of questions though. His wife had ignored the texts from the older man and had also managed to avoid seeing him in person so far. He had made two appointments over the last month but every time she had called out sick or found another excuse. Today though, they had both decided she had to face him.

James knew that she had a lot of anxiety about seeing Richard, but he found himself wishing he could be there to watch what happened. The last time his wife had seen him, he had been balls deep inside of her while he made her say that she would let him fuck her when he came to clinic again. That still bothered James even as the thought made his cock twitch. They had talked about that part specifically several times and Sophie had promised him that it was just sex talk, that she didn’t mean it. He believed her, but the fact that the man had been able to affect her enough to get her to say that was shocking in and of itself. He had watched how powerful her orgasms were and he knew they were more intense than any he had ever given her.

“I know, Soph. It’ll be okay,” he said, trying to reassure her as he put a hand on her head, running his fingers through her hair.

“I just have to be professional and set boundaries immediately, like we talked about,” she said. James knew her too well though and knew that her confidence was all for show right now.

“It’ll be fine, but if you need me, just call me, okay? I’m going to hop in the shower real quick though,” James told her and left her to finish her coffee. He grabbed a towel from the linen closet and turned on the water, letting it get hot before he stepped into the shower. The hot water ran over his head and down his body. He didn’t know what the day would hold, but it was going to be hard to wait around all day.

The door to the bathroom opened while he was working his shampoo into his hair and a few moments later, Sophie pushed the shower curtain aside and stepped in to join him. His wife didn’t join him in the shower very often but he always loved it when she did. She shuddered in the cold air as she tried to get around him to take his spot under the hot water.

“Fancy meeting you here,” Sophie joked as she slid around him. He never got used to how incredible her body was. Water ran down over her flawless skin and she pulled her wet hair back to keep it out of her eyes. She looked like a Greek goddess with her blonde hair and tanned skin. Trying to look at her like it was the first time he had laid eyes on her, he knew why Richard had been willing to pay so much to be with her. Sophie wasn’t the kind of woman you came across very often. She truly was the whole package.

He wondered what Richard would do today when he saw her. He imagined Richard putting his hands on his young wife, groping her while she tried to fight her own desire. He imagined the man bending her over in the middle of her clinic and taking her like he had done on the sofa in their living room.

“Wow, James,” Sophie laughed. Only then did he realize his cock was fully erect while he fantasized about his wife being taken by Richard again.

“Can you blame me when I’m this close to such a beautiful woman?” he asked and wrapped his arms around her slender body, pressing his cock up against her.

“Mmmmm, you need to control yourself,” she told him playfully.

“I don’t think that’s possible,” he said as he let his hands work their way up her body to her perfect breasts, gently massaging them.

“You’re being bad,” she said but her reaction told him she was enjoying his touch. Her eyes had closed as she focused on the sensation of his hands on her chest.

“We have time to be a little bad this morning,” he told her, imagining them doing it in the shower right there. He tried to push his cock down to get closer to her opening so she would get the hint.

“It’s too slippery in here,” she told him, but her delicate hand had found his shaft and wrapped around it. God, it felt so good as she started slowly stroking him. He imagined Richard in his position with Sophie, standing behind her with his large hands squeezing her breasts while she handled his thick shaft. He had read about wife sharing, cuckoldry, and hot wives so much over the last month and he couldn’t get enough of it. His mind was cloudy as the lust filled him. It was so taboo. It was so hot.

She kept stroking him and he knew it wasn’t going to take much today to get him to finish. His level of excitement was just too high. “Oh, shit,” James moaned into her ear as his fingers found her nipples.

“You okay?” Sophie asked as she sped up her stroking a little. One of James’ hands came up to her neck to hold her close to him while the other continued to work on her breasts.

“Don’t stop,” James croaked as the pleasure continued to ramp up.

“Geez, someone is sensitive this morning,” she said, surprised by how he was reacting. His mind was swimming as his fantasy continued, imagining her stroking Richard instead of him. He imagined how huge it would look in her delicate hands. He was so close now as Sophie continued to pump his shaft rapidly.

His cock pulsed. “Ohhh, Soph,” he moaned as his cum shot out onto the shower floor followed by a second jet. Her hand slowed and she giggled at his reaction.

“Mmmm, that was quick,” she said and turned to kiss him as she continued to grip his cock.

Finally, their lips broke apart. “It’s hard to last long when you look that good,” he said, but as he said it, he thought about how long Richard had lasted, forcing her to have two intense orgasms before he finally came.

“Well, I do try. And I hope your day is off to a good start,” she joked with him as she put a hand on his chest and kissed him again.

“Good? I’d say a little better than good,” he answered her while they stood in the warmth of the shower.

“That’s what I thought,” she winked at him as she turned back to the water and started to wash her hair. He stayed with her a couple of minutes longer before he stepped out to get ready for work.

He took a deep breath. Only a few more hours.

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Sophie sat at her computer in her office, trying to finish notes while waiting for her next appointment, the one she had been dreading. Richard would be here any minute and the uncertainty was killing her. The man had always been inappropriate, but the things he had said to her that night had been downright demeaning. She had no idea how he would be today but she had steeled herself for the worst case scenario. It was now or never, though she had come close to leaving sick earlier and having them reschedule all of her afternoon appointments yet again.

She pushed back from her desk and went out into the gym to get a few things together for his session. It wasn’t long before his booming voice made her jump.

“Sophie, good to see you,” Richard said, having appeared at the door to the gym. He was dressed in a nice suit like he had been the first time she had met him. The imposing man walked toward her and she could see his eyes go up and down her body as he got closer. No doubt imagining how she looked under her scrubs.

“Hello, Richard,” Sophie said professionally without any more warmth than necessary. “Go ahead and change so we can get started.”

Richard smiled at her and then headed over to the restroom to change into his athletic clothes. Sophie took a deep breath, determined to get through the encounter without issue. A couple of minutes later, he came out and met her by one of the stations she had set up for him to work on. “How have you been?” Richard asked her casually.

“Good,” she said without offering any details before she launched into explaining what she wanted him to do. He complied and did several sets before he tried talking to her again.

“You get that car fixed, darling?” Richard asked her, seemingly determined to make some small talk at least. His eyes had checked her out occasionally as he always did, but nothing too egregious so far.

“Yeah, it’s fine now,” she said, again offering little for him to continue the conversation. She was hoping that her cold answers would help give him the hint without having to have an explicit conversation about how their relationship would be going forward.

“Look, about last time–“ He started, but Sophie cut him off.

“Richard, let’s just focus on your therapy,” she said in her most assertive voice, but that just triggered a laugh from the older man. He leaned in closer to her, lowering his voice.

“Sweetheart, once you’ve fucked somebody, you can’t just pretend you didn’t,” he told her.

“Richard, please, this is so inappropriate,” she pleaded with him. He seemed almost to be enjoying how uncomfortable she was at the moment.

“You and that husband of yours both seemed to enjoy the evening quite a bit,” he continued, teasing her.

Sophie stared at him, unable to deny it as they both knew the truth. Richard didn’t wait for an answer though and continued to talk.

“I have another event coming up that I need you at,” he told her. “It could pay a hell of a lot more than last time too. Well, I should probably say it’ll probably pay a lot more than the party did.” Richard gave her a knowing smile as he alluded to how much he had paid her for everything after the party.

Sophie blushed, but she was determined to put an end to this. “Richard, the answer is no. We don’t need the money.” Her voice was firm as she answered him, but he seemed only amused by her holding out against him.

“Should we ask James?” he asked her.

“We don’t need to. James agrees that it was a one time mistake,” she told him with emphasis on the last word.

“Oh, now that hurts a little,” he said without losing his amused smile. “I thought we had a great time.”

“Richard, I’m married. It was a mistake,” she stressed again.

“Well, why don’t we see what James really wants? He sure seemed to be okay with what you did last time,” he continued, “I’ll ask him and we’ll see what he says.”

“No, Richard,” she told him. “Let’s just focus on the session today or we’ll have to end early.”

“Just hear me out, then we can move on,” he told her, holding his ground. Sophie sighed, frustrated, but realized she would have to hear him out and then tell him no so he would understand that they weren’t interested.

“Fine, I’m listening,” she said as she held eye contact with him, trying to appear as stern as possible. Richard’s smile widened.

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James had his students working on a worksheet that he had printed off for them. He was too distracted to actually teach, so he had found something for them to do. He just kept waiting for a text from Sophie to update him on how it went with Richard.

BUZZ. Finally, he thought. He immediately opened his phone and read what Sophie had sent him. “Went fine. I didn’t let him talk about anything other than his therapy.” It was a bit of a disappointment to James. He had wondered if seeing the man again would make her feel differently. James felt like an addict in recovery and if the possibility of seeing her with another man came up, he knew he would fall off the wagon entirely.

It was probably for the best after last time. Things had gone so much farther than he had ever expected. And escalated so much faster. One moment, he had been reluctantly letting Sophie go to the cocktail party because it seemed like such a small thing and they had needed the money. The next, he had been talking her into sleeping with Richard for money they didn’t really need.

He texted his wife back. “I’m surprised he wasn’t more pushy.”

BUZZ. “He tried a little, but I shut him down. I’m just glad that’s over with.” Her next message read. James looked at the message. Well, that answers the questions he had about how she would react to him. Apparently, it hadn’t affected her the way it had him.

He sat at his desk, imagining what could have been. He trusted Sophie completely that nothing more had happened, but part of him couldn’t help wishing that maybe something more had. It seemed crazy but what had he really wanted to happen? Had he wanted Richard to put his hands on his wife? To undress her? To have his way with her again?

The images of Sophie with Richard together ran through his mind and he imagined them in her clinic the way she had teased him before about giving Richard a show. He imagined her stripping out of her scrubs while the man watched her, her body sensually and slowly moving with the intention of arousing him.

He texted her back. “I’m glad too. I can’t wait for today to end though. It just keeps dragging on.” James sat back in his chair, continuing to fantasize about his wife. He knew there had to be something wrong with him for having these desires, no matter how common it seemed from everything he had read.

Sophie had lost herself in the situation last time as much as he had, even if she wouldn’t admit it. James had considered that over the last few weeks as he tried to understand how Sophie felt about everything that had happened. Was she so adamant about making sure that it didn’t happen again because she felt guilty that it happened or was she guilty that she had lost control when she was with Richard? Another thought from the back of his mind kept pushing its way forward into his thoughts as well, the possibility that Sophie losing control had awoken something in her that she was desperate to make sure stayed dormant.

He had never seen her react the way she had with Richard, the way she had fucked him with abandon that night. Sophie’s will had been completely dominated and she had said whatever Richard had wanted her to say.

James sighed, bringing himself back to reality. At least he would have that memory.

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Sophie drove home on autopilot, thinking about Richard and what he had proposed to her. She felt bad lying to James, but what purpose did it serve to tell him about what Richard had said when she had already said no? Besides, she was worried enough about how James had reacted last time and felt it was better to just bury this and move on.

They didn’t need the money and they were ready to start a ****** now that they had a little nest egg. Besides, Richard’s idea was as ludicrous as it was unexpected. She had sort of expected him to offer outright to buy her like she was a common whore… or worse. That had actually made it even easier for her to say no. The surprise had brought her back to reality. His face when she said ‘no thank you’ and moved on without hesitation had been priceless. Sophie smiled to herself as she thought back on his stunned expression and the silence that followed. She had finally been able to leave him speechless. That had made her feel powerful, that she was in control of the situation again.

She had been afraid of the unknown, the uncertainty, but once they were face to face she had regained her composure. A long sigh released some of her tension, but she needed to get home and pour herself a glass of wine while she curled up on the couch with a good book. She needed to just put all of this behind her and focus on her marriage.

James and Sophie’s desire to start trying to have kids had become a lot more realistic now that they had some money saved up. That was at least a good thing that had come from all of the insanity, but it hadn’t come without some stress as well. Even though James had made him wear a condom, she had taken two pregnancy tests to be sure that there was no chance she could be pregnant before they started trying seriously. That was just one more reason on top of the many others that that couldn’t happen again, she thought.

Sophie’s mind drifted back to Richard’s proposal from earlier in the afternoon. It was so absurd that she had laughed out loud at it right to his face. She had honestly thought it had to be a joke for a few seconds before he assured her how serious he was. The names he had mentioned had mostly been familiar to her from the cocktail party, but there were two she didn’t think she had met that night. It was a whirlwind of meeting different people as Richard showed her off like a piece of arm candy to the other old men who were mostly there with their wives.

Hank she recalled, was a handsome, lean man with a heavy country accent. He had made his money in cattle, or maybe oil, or maybe both. She couldn’t remember. He was maybe around fifty and had a simple charm to him. She remembered that he had been without a date that night and had been very attentive to her while he talked with Richard.

She remembered Cliff as well. A boisterous, very heavyset man who had been at the party with his wife. That hadn’t kept Cliff from openly trying to flirt with Sophie right in front of her. Sophie had been happy to get out of that conversation.

The last name she had recognized was Clarence. She couldn’t remember what business exactly Richard had told her that he was in, but he had been very kind to her and made her feel at ease that night. Unlike the other men, he didn’t look at her with the hunger she had gotten so accustomed to seeing in men’s eyes. He was an older black man who reminded her of her grandfather.

Sophie shook her head at the absurdity of the idea. She couldn’t believe that Richard had thought that she and James would go for it. Well, at least it wasn’t something she had to worry about now.

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James sat on the couch grading some papers while Sophie read a book next to him, her legs stretched out over his lap. He tried to limit after hours grading of papers, but you just couldn’t avoid it. Thankfully, Sophie was more than content to curl up on the couch with her book while he finished his work.

“What do you want to do this weekend?” James asked Sophie, causing her to look up at him with her emerald eyes.

“I always know it’s been a long week when you’re thinking about the weekend on a Tuesday,” she joked. “But I was thinking about maybe taking Lucy to the park and packing a picnic for us. Spend a little time outside in the fresh air while the weather is nice.”

“I wouldn’t complain about that,” he told her before pausing for a few moments. “You seem a lot less stressed now that you’ve gotten through today.”

“Well yeah, I’ve been dreading it for weeks but now at least I know I can handle it,” she said, closing her book after folding the corner of her page.

“I knew you would be able to. You’re capable of anything,” he told her with a sense of pride in his wife.

BUZZ. A text from an unknown number popped up on his phone. He looked at it, expecting spam or a political message that seemed to be constant nowadays, but when he read it, he froze.

“James, it’s Richard.” That was all it said.

BUZZ, a second message came through. “I have a business proposal for you and Sophie,” Richard’s message read.

Sophie’s voice brought his attention away from the message on his phone. “I’m just glad that I won’t have to think about Richard for another two weeks and then he’ll probably be about to graduate out of therapy entirely since he’s doing so well,” she continued.

James’ focus was now split as he reread what Richard had sent him. It was strange how cordial he was being, considering the things he had said when he was with Sophie. He thought for a moment and decided to keep it simple. “I don’t think so,” he texted back. The conversations he had had with Sophie had been very definitive and he figured it was best not even to entertain whatever Richard wanted. Just a few seconds later, James’ phone rang.

RINGGGG. RINGGGG.

Richard was calling him. He couldn’t answer it in front of Sophie, though, so he moved her legs off of his lap and stood up to take the call in another room. Sophie watched him curiously as he got up and left the room. “Hello?” he said when he answered.

“Look, James, I’ve got a hell of an opportunity that you should listen to,” Richard’s booming voice said through the phone.

“What did Sophie say today?” James asked the other man.

“Who cares? I want you to hear me out,” Richard said, dismissing his wife’s opinion.

“If Sophie said no, I think that’s our answer,” James told him bluntly.

Richard sighed. “We’re talking about a lot of money, but I need Sophie to help me out.”

“What do you mean?” James asked, a little confused. He had thought that Richard was just offering to pay for Sophie to sleep with him, but this didn’t really sound like that.

“There you go, just listen for a minute. So I took Sophie to that cocktail party, right? Well, the idea was that there were a bunch of guys there that have more money than they know what to do with and they can’t help but stare at a nice pair of tits or a perky ass.” James didn’t miss that he was talking about Sophie and was still shocked that he would talk about her that way directly to her husband. Richard continued on without missing a beat, though, “Well, it worked beautifully. You should have seen those fuckers. They were falling over themselves trying to talk to that sexy wife of yours and more than happy to invest in a few of my projects while they tried to impress her.”

“What does this have to do with us now?” James interrupted.

“Give me a fucking minute, okay?” Richard told him roughly. “One of the guys there has more money than God, oil money, yeah? He invites me to this monthly poker game he has with a bunch of other high rollers. Buy in is $15,000, but half of them put in way more than that because it’s nothing to them.” That got James’ attention, but he still didn’t understand how exactly this would tie into him and Sophie.

“Now, I’m decent at poker, but these motherfuckers play all the time. I didn’t do so hot a few weeks ago. Decided I might not go back, but then I had an idea. I saw how they watched Sophie at that party and that dress didn’t even show much. I figure we get her to strut around in a tight dress, serving some drinks to the guys, right? Plenty of drinks and a sexy woman to distract them so I have an advantage. I’ll give you 30% of what I win. We’re talking about a ton of money on the table that’s ours for the taking. Plus, those fuckers will thank me for providing the entertainment.” Richard laughed at his last reference to Sophie, but James felt that familiar feeling stirring in him as he pictured Sophie strutting around.

James was stunned by the amount of money though and the fact that it wasn’t just money for him to fuck Sophie again. “I don’t know. Do you think that will really work?” James asked him. It seemed like a dubious advantage at best. “I mean, she’ll be distracting you, too,” James continued as he thought about it more.

“You haven’t met these guys. As soon as they see her, they’ll care more about her than they do their money,” Richard explained, “these guys won’t even miss the money when we take it from them.” James considered it. It seemed to be of little risk and high reward since it would only be Richard’s money in play. But he also didn’t know how good Richard was at poker. James, however, had played a lot of poker growing up with his brother and cousins and had also played a lot of poker online over the years. Though for tiny sums of money compared to this. He thought about the money and about Sophie trying to distract a table full of men. If it really gave them that much of an advantage, this was hard to pass up. But he needed to be there to see the reactions to Sophie. Maybe there was a way to see what he wanted and to make sure they had a better chance at success.

“Do you think that you could get me a spot at the table?” James asked him as the idea was forming in his head.

“Are you fucking serious?” Richard asked him, surprised.

“I’ve played a lot of poker. I’m pretty good,” he told him. “and two people at the table will also help our odds.”

Richard didn’t answer for a few moments, “Hmmmm, that’s not bad, James, not bad. You sure about this? Like I said, it’s $15,000 minimum just to get in the game.”

“Lucky for us, I recently came into a little extra cash,” James answered. He knew that Sophie wouldn’t like the idea of gambling the money they had gotten at her expense, but it could turn their nest egg into a fortune.

Richard liked that and let out a hearty laugh. “If you can get Sophie to agree, I can get you into the game. We’re going to hustle those motherfuckers and they’ll thank me afterward for bringing Sophie to the game.”

“I’ll talk to her. And Richard, we split our winnings fifty-fifty,” James told him.

“Look at you driving a hard bargain. Deal, but you better pay attention to the game and not your wife. And those guys can’t know that she’s your wife. Too much money at stake.”

“Okay, that makes sense. When is the game?” James asked. He had no idea how he would broach the subject with Sophie or convince her to do this, but he would have to figure it out.

“Next weekend. Saturday night. It’ll start at 8 pm. I’ll text you the address. Let me know when Sophie is on board and I’ll find her something to wear that’ll really keep these guys’ eyes on her,” Richard told him and then hung up.

James took the phone from his ear and walked back to the living room and took his spot by his wife. She looked up from her book. “Who was that?” she asked.

“Um, just Terry because she’s going to be out tomorrow and wanted to be sure I could check in on her substitute to make sure the kids were behaving,” he said with a little guilt at his lie. He couldn’t very well tell her it was Richard who had just called him to proposition using his wife’s looks again.

“Oh, okay. Well, hopefully, they’ll behave tomorrow,” Sophie said as her attention turned back to her book. James looked at his wife in her casual shorts and sweatshirt, his mind filled with fantastic scenarios of things to come.

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James watched his wife, weighing Richard’s words from earlier in the week. She was truly gorgeous and he had to admit if anyone could distract a group of older men, it would be her. They had taken Lucy out to the park to let her run around off the leash while they enjoyed the picnic that Sophie had packed for them.

So far the weather had turned out perfect for them to enjoy their Saturday. He was sitting in the shade of the trees while Sophie ran back and forth, Lucy chasing her playfully. He watched his wife and he thought about how he could bring up the idea that Richard had broached with him. She had seen right through him a month ago when he had tried to talk to her about Richard’s final offer and he imagined that she would again this time if he tried to hide his real feelings.

But then again, how exactly do you tell your wife that you want her to dress up and distract a group of men because it turns you on? He shook his head to himself. His feelings had gone back and forth over the last few days as he wondered if it was a mistake to go down this road again or if he should just be honest with Sophie. He knew how it had escalated last time without any plans for more than just going to a cocktail party, but this time they would be prepared.

His young wife trotted back over to him with their dog trailing behind her. “The weather is perfect today,” she said as she approached. “It feels so good out.”

“I’m just glad you had such a great idea,” he told her as he stretched his arms up in the air and yawned.

“Awh, well you should know I am full of those,” she answered with a playful smile. She sat down beside him and he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

“I have a few good ideas for today of my own,” he told her with a suggestive tone.

“Is that right?” she asked back with a flirty tone.

“Yeah, I was thinking maybe that thing you usually only do on our anniversary or my birthday,” he said as his hand squeezed her upper thigh.

“I don’t think I’m going to have much luck getting pregnant doing that,” she laughed at him as she pushed him away.

“I think I can manage a few rounds if you’re up for it,” he joked with her.

“Oh my gosh, James,” she laughed. “Get your mind out of the gutter.” James liked Sophie’s playfulness and decided to lean into the sexual nature to try to find an opening to talk about Richard and the poker game.

“You’re so good at it though. It’s a shame to let your God-given talents go unused,” he told her with a joking wink.

“That seems awfully one sided. What are you going to do for me?”

“What do you want?” James asked her. She looked out into the distance, contemplating that question.

“You know, I’ll have to think of what’s equivalent to that,” she said thoughtfully. James decided to press his luck and try to bring up Richard.

“Well, I know how you respond to being spanked, maybe we could work that in,” James answered her, a smirk on his face.

“What?” Sophie asked him, confused. Shit, he thought.

“I just, uh meant that… you know, with Richard,” he managed to say awkwardly. He knew that he had made a misstep trying to bring it up, but he wasn’t sure there was any way to bring Richard up without that kind of reaction.

“Seriously James? I don’t want to talk about him,” she said, standing up to throw the ball for Lucy again.

“I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just trying to, I don’t know,” he told her, trying to ease out of the situation.

She sighed deeply. “I know, James, I get it. It’s okay. It’s just so embarrassing to think about… and makes me feel so guilty,” she explained. “Let’s just focus on us, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Of course,” he answered her, watching Lucy sprint after the ball that Sophie had just thrown. This was going to be even harder than he had realized it it were possible at all.

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“Any luck with Sophie?” Richard’s text read when it popped up on his phone while he sat in bed, scrolling through his phone before trying to go to sleep. He sighed. He hadn’t attempted to bring it up since his try the day before. There was now less than a week before the game.

“Not yet, it’s taking some work,” he sent back.

“Did you tell her?” he texted back to James. He wasn’t sure how to answer that. He hadn’t brought it up to Sophie yet because he was afraid of her reaction.

“Not yet,” he sent back to the man. Simple and honest.

“Why not?” Richard asked him. He didn’t really want to dive into his uncertainties and the potential effects on his marriage with the man.

“Just finding the right moment,” James text back.

“She’ll say yes, just tell her,” came the response. He kept saying to tell his wife, as if it wasn’t up to Sophie but rather something he should just tell her that she’s doing.

“I’m not so sure, Richard,” he texted back. It was strange texting the man about her, but stranger things had happened recently.

“Trust me, she will if you tell her to. She just needs your permission to let loose,” Richard sent back. Hilarious that Richard thought he knew so much about Sophie, but he couldn’t help but wonder if that was true.

He looked over at Sophie, watching her as she flipped the page of her book. She was already under the covers, reading by the light of the lamp on her nightstand. She was wearing one of her cute pajama sets rather than the typical oversized t-shirts she often wore to bed. It wasn’t a clear signal that she was open to sex, but it also definitely wasn’t a stop sign. He slid over towards her until he was pressed up against her, spooning her.

Sophie snuggled back against him without taking her eyes off of the book. He put his hand on her smooth leg and slid it up until it was near her hip.

“Ahem, can I help you?” Sophie said as she looked over her shoulder at him.

“You sure can,” he said as he planted a few kisses along the side of her neck and let his hands roam her.

“James, I’m trying to read,” she faux protested as he started to unbutton her pajama top so he could get his hands inside of it. Once his hands were under her clothes, it didn’t take long for her to start responding. Her eyes closed as the book slowly closed in her hands. His hard cock was pressed against her ass while his hands explored her tummy, her chest, and down between her legs.

“Mmmm,” Sophie moaned as she squirmed with pleasure. He continued to kiss her neck, trying to get her wet and ready for him. He was grinding his cock between her ass cheeks and then pulled her shorts down so he could put his cock between her legs. She turned towards him and their lips met, slowly kissing as their bodies melted together.

“I’m ready,” she told him finally, letting him know that it was time to put it in. She rolled onto her back, expecting him to move on top of her, but James had a different idea.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he ordered her the way that Richard had. The look on her face was hard to read as she stared back at him, their wills competing silently. Finally, without a word, she turned away from him and onto all four. “Face the mirror,” James told her. He wanted her to see her the way that he had when she had been with Richard. She turned slightly so that she was facing the mirror with him kneeling behind her.

Sophie was bent over in front of him, just like she had done for Richard. The view of her ass was incredible. He wanted to take her hard, like the older man had done. He wanted to make her cum while he fucked her senseless.

He slipped himself into her waiting pussy and she immediately started moving her hips back against him. His hands firmly gripped her hips so he could control his thrusts into her.

SMACK. James slapped her ass just like Richard had done while he took her from behind. “James!” Sophie said in shock as she turned her head to look at him. In response, James reached forward and grabbed a handful of her golden hair like the older man had done to keep her where he wanted her. He understood why now. It made him feel completely in control of his wife.

“Oh, shit,” Sophie let slip as he pulled her back onto his cock by her hair. She rarely cursed when they made love and he had to admit it was incredibly hot. He picked up his pace, trying to channel his best impersonation of Richard. He looked up in the mirror and took in the sight. Sophie’s emerald green eyes were startlingly beautiful amongst the lewd scene as she looked back at him. Her breasts were swinging back and forth with his thrusts, her ass up in the air for him, her luscious hair gripped tightly in his fist while he rode her.

“Richard called me the other day,” James blurted out, unable to keep his cool any longer.

“What?” Sophie asked breathlessly as she focused on taking the pounding from behind.

“He called me. Said we could make a lot of money,” James continued as he tried to control his breathing to maintain control.

“Are you serious?” Sophie asked him as she tried to turn back towards him, but he held her firmly in place by the hair. He didn’t stop fucking her while they talked. He wanted her to remember what it was like to be with Richard with the hope that it would make her more willing to hear him out.

“He said he needs you to distract some guys from the party he took you to,” James told her.

“What?” she asked again, having trouble processing his poor explanation while taking his cock over and over again.

“He wants you to serve them drinks at a poker game, this weekend,” James said and increased the force of his thrusts into his wife as if that would convince her.

“Uh, uh, uh, Jamesss,” she moaned in pleasure.

“I’ll be there too, but I want you to say yes,” he told her as he wrenched back on her hair.

“He’ll want moree,” she argued, “He’ll want mee.” SMACK, James slapped her ass again, leaving a very faint redness to the skin. James had so far been managing to pretend that wasn’t likely, but she was right. If they went, the chances of things escalating out of control were there, but he didn’t care. His lust was fully in control of him now. If he got to watch his sexy young wife fuck Richard again that would just be a bonus.

James pumped into her, fighting his growing climax. He was close and wouldn’t last much longer. “Say yes,” James ordered her. He felt incredibly dominant in this position and it was having an effect on him.

“Mmmmmm. Just serving drinksss?” she asked him again.

“Yeah, just drinks,” he told her as he desperately struggled to hold on to his control.

“You, uh, promise?” she asked between her gasps.

“Yes, shit, yes,” James stuttered as he came, his cock pulsing into his wife’s unprotected womb. A few seconds later, he collapsed forward onto her, exhausted. Sophie hadn’t cum, but he had still lasted long enough to feel good about himself.

They rested for a minute before Sophie slid out from under him and turned to face him. Her expression was serious now.

“You’re serious about this? He called you?” she asked now as she studied his face.

“Yeah,” James said sheepishly. It was good to get it off his chest. He didn’t like keeping things from Sophie and it had been weighing on him significantly.

“James, that isn’t a good idea. We’ve talked about this,” she told him while studying his face.

“We talked about you doing things with Richard,” James corrected her. “We didn’t talk about if he offered you money for something like this.”

“This is the same kind of thing that led to last time,” she told him as her voice grew softer.

“It won’t this time,” he assured her. “I’m going to be there with you.”

“At a poker game?” she asked him.

“He thinks that having you there will distract the other guys enough to give us a big advantage,” he explained.

“James, that’s ridiculous,” she argued. “They’re not going to forget how to play poker because I serve them drinks.” He did have to admit she made a good point and it made him second guess himself. James didn’t know if it was the money or the idea of getting to watch her in front of the other men, but he felt compelled to convince her.

“Well, Richard wants you to wear something that’s a little revealing to make sure that they’re distracted,” he said, avoiding eye contact as he explained that point.

“There it is. We’re already talking about getting me out of my clothes,” she sighed as she shook her head at him. “James.”

“A dress, Sophie, not out of your clothes,” he rebutted. “Serving drinks.”

“Is this really what you want? For me to distract men at a poker game by wearing a revealing dress?” she looked at him, her green eyes intense as they penetrated his best attempts to hide his desire. “This isn’t about the money, is it? It’s like last time. You want to see me do it.”

He knew he couldn’t avoid the truth with her. It was like she saw straight through him every time. She could read him as easily as she could her book that had fallen off the bed while they made love. “I don’t know why, but yeah. Part of me finds it irresistible to think about other men looking at you. Wanting you.”

She thought about it for a few moments while they lay there in bed together. “Tell me the rest.”

James felt a bit silly explaining it out loud. “So we’ll get half of whatever Richard and I win, but we’re playing with Richard’s money.” He told her, leaving out the $15,000 he was putting in to get the opportunity to make even more money.

“And how much money exactly?” Sophie asked him cautiously.

“Richard said, at least four or five other guys at the table other than us. It’s high stakes, so maybe fifteen to twenty thousand for each of them,” James recalled, “at a minimum.” He expected Sophie to react the way she had when he had told her about Richard’s offer a month earlier, but this time she didn’t seem surprised at all.

“We have no idea if you even have a good chance of winning,” she pointed out, still very skeptical of the plan that Richard had come up with.

“That’s why Richard wants an advantage,” James explained.

“And you’d be playing with Richard’s money?” she asked again as she seemed to be considering it.

He swallowed nervously. “Yeap,” he lied. He watched her face as she concentrated, considering everything. Even with the money piquing her interest, she seemed uncertain.

“And you’re sure you want this?” she asked him again, making him say it aloud again.

“Yeah,” he managed as a knot caught in his throat.

“Fine,” she told him. “but remember, you wanted it.” With that, she got out of bed to go to the bathroom to clean herself up. James lay in bed, shocked that he had been able to convince her. Now he just hoped he hadn’t made a mistake.

James typed out a message to Richard and hit send. It was simple and short. It didn’t take long for Richard to answer him.

“Hell yeah, I’ll have the dress and all delivered tomorrow to make sure it fits,” his message read. And all. James wasn’t sure what that meant, but he was eager to find out.

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Sophie pulled into the driveway and saw the package on the front steps. James had told her that the dress from Richard would be delivered today, but the box was significantly larger than she was expecting. She had laid in bed the night before as she tried to make sense of her husband’s desires. She had thought they were on the same page before, but what Richard had said to her had been true. When he had told her about the poker game and who would be there, she had laughed and immediately told him no. Then Richard had something that had stuck with her, something that she hadn’t been able to put out of her mind.

“Ask James. He would have you do it for free. Hell, he couldn’t get enough of watching you with me. Maybe I’ll ask him to convince you,” Richard had said to her. She had dismissed him, assuring herself that wasn’t true, but then… Less than a week later James had in fact tried to convince her.

James didn’t know that Richard had already told her about the game, but it confirmed to her that he wanted her to do it. He wanted to watch the reactions of the men. It turned him on in a way she had never seen before and that she didn’t understand. She was still afraid of where that could lead, of how it could consume them both again.

She picked up the package on her way into the house and set it on the counter. Lucy greeted her, bouncing up and down with excitement that she was home.

After letting Lucy out into the backyard, Sophie turned her attention back to the box. She wanted to open it before James got home. She cut open the packaging tape and opened the box, which revealed several smaller boxes inside. There was a box that was clearly a shoe box, another expensive looking box from a designer clothes brand, and then several other smaller boxes from brands she didn’t recognize.

Sophie opened the expensive looking box first, revealing a satin, emerald dress. The shoe box had a pair of heels, or to be specific, six-inch stilettos that looked like they would break with the simplest misstep. They were the kinds of heels that Sophie imagined strippers would wear. She opened the next box and inside was a matching set of lace lingerie, also emerald in color. Richard was bold to even send the underwear he wanted her to wear, but it was in character. The last small box she had expected to be a necklace or earrings, but actually was a gold body chain. She decided to go and try on the dress quickly so she could see exactly how revealing it was.

A few minutes later, she was studying herself in the mirror. All she could think was that she looked like a hooker. Well, a high-class escort would probably be more accurate. The satin party dress was an emerald color that matched her eyes and made her blonde hair really pop, but it was tight and short. The material barely covered her butt and the top came down so low that it felt like her breasts would spill out entirely at any moment. It was held up by the thinnest of spaghetti straps on both shoulders and the material was so thin it would probably almost be sheer in the right lighting.

She hadn’t put on the lingerie underneath. The arrogance of the older man annoyed her, but she knew she couldn’t expect any different from him. She would probably wear some of her own underwear so she would be more comfortable anyway.

The heels were incredibly tall and she had to practice walking in them for a few minutes before she felt confident that she wouldn’t fall. As she was walking back and forth down the hallway, she heard the front door open.

“Wow,” James said as she walked out into the living room with the dress on. His eyes were wide and he was otherwise speechless. This was definitely not a look he had ever seen from her before.

“What do you think?” she asked him, wanting to get his opinion before she told him how she felt about it.

“You look incredibly sexy,” he said, stepping toward her and reaching out to touch her side through the thin material. Of course he would like it.

“Do you think it’ll distract them enough?” she asked him. She wanted to see his reaction as he remembered that she would be wearing this in front of a group of other men. His face immediately changed, but it was doubt or concern. It was that same look of hunger as he had last month. That same look that terrified her.

“I’m not sure they’re going to be able to focus enough to play at all,” James said as he admired her.

“I think I look like a prostitute,” she told him bluntly.

“Oh, well, um,” he stuttered for a second as he tried to answer.

“See, you think it too!” she told him.

“But like a really high-class prostitute,” he said as if that was better. “You look incredible.” Sophie studied his face.

“You don’t think this is all too much?” she asked him.

“It’s just serving drinks,” he reassured her.

She gave him a weak smile, but didn’t know if that was the truth.

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Sophie opened the door of the Uber that Richard had sent for her and stepped out onto the curb with help from the driver. He took her hand while she pulled her dress down and steadied herself on the stilettos. She thanked him and started toward the grand entrance of the building. It was an upscale hotel that rose thirty stories above the riverfront it overlooked. The dress she was wearing was shorter than any dress she had ever worn and Sophie felt like it was riding up her butt every time she took a step. She pulled it down as she approached the entrance, the doorman holding open the door for her. Sophie noticed the man’s eyes go up and down her body while she walked by him.

The last few days had been a blur as this had been weighing on her mind.

The lobby had vaulted ceilings with chandeliers lighting the marble floors and walls. She was drawing looks from many of the people she passed as she strode through the lobby toward the elevators. She knew how she looked and what they must be thinking. If she saw someone dressed the way she was, she would have thought that some businessman was paying a fortune to have a good time while he was out of town.

She reached the elevator and pressed the button to call one. While she waited, she tried to quiet the butterflies in her stomach. The anticipation was killing her. Finally, the doors opened, and she stepped onto the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor. Richard had told James that she should be there fifteen minutes before anyone else and that they had to come separately so the others wouldn’t know they were together. When the elevator doors opened, she stepped out into the hallway with a door on both sides.

The door opened and Richard was standing there in a fine Italian suit, his greying hair swept back. He took her in and whistled loudly. “Hot damn, these cocksuckers aren’t going to know what hit them,” he laughed. Sophie grimaced at the language. “Well, come on in and let me show you around!”

She stepped into the penthouse and looked around. It was incredibly nice, with floor-to-ceiling glass windows overlooking the city in all directions, new appliances, and premium finishes.

“Wow,” Sophie said as he led her into the room and she looked out over the river. The sun was already down and the lights from the buildings were reflecting off of the water. Several ships were slowly making their way downstream to some distant port, disrupting the otherwise glassy surface of the water. The view was incredible.

“The view never gets old,” he told her as she took it in. She turned to answer him and realized that the river wasn’t the view he was talking about. Richard was staring at her. He stepped towards her and placed one of his large hands on her side, feeling her through the thin material. “Maybe I should cancel tonight and keep you all to myself.”

“Richard, no,” she said to him as she pushed his hand off of her. “That’s not happening.”

“I think if you give me a chance, I’ll change your mind,” he told her.

“I’m just here to serve drinks,” she told him.

“Is that what your husband told you?” he asked her with a knowing smile. Sophie didn’t like what he was implying. “But then again, you knew what could happen when you came here tonight, didn’t you?”

Sophie blushed at that. Yes, she knew what could happen, but she hoped to keep things under control this time, even if James wanted more.

“Before the other guys get here, let me give you the rundown of the bar and what I need you to do,” he said, changing the subject and leading her over to the bar. “So the bar is here, everything you need to make a few drinks. Don’t worry, they won’t ask for anything complicated.”

Sophie hadn’t really given any thought to actually serving drinks. She had been too focused on what she was wearing to think about anything else.

“Now, when it comes to the game. I need you to work the table. Flirt with them a little, lean over and give them a good view of those tits, especially when they’re trying to play a hand. Make sure they keep their eyes on you or you and your husband are going to be out of a lot of money,” he told her. But that didn’t make any sense. James was supposed to be playing with Richard’s money.

A knock on the door interrupted them before she could ask him about it. He gestured towards the door, telling her to go answer it, but she paused to pull down her dress again before walking in that direction. It had ridden up again and was just barely covering her butt.

SMACK, Richard’s large hand made contact with her ass as he slapped it through the thin material of her dress. Richard didn’t move his hand from her while he leaned in and said one final thing to her.

“Do a good job tonight and I’ll fuck you after until you can’t remember your husband’s name,” he told her before giving her a little push towards the door.

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James walked into the lobby and looked around, taking in the grandeur of the hotel. He had looked Richard up in the past and it was obvious that the man had been very successful, but he hadn’t expected the man to own a penthouse at a hotel like this. He walked quickly to the elevators, knowing that Sophie was already upstairs. His anticipation was killing him as his heart was beating so loudly that he could hear it in his ears. He stepped off of the elevator and walked to Richard’s door, knocking.

He waited for a few seconds until finally, the door opened and his own wife greeted him. They were supposed to pretend they didn’t know each other, Richard had insisted, so he did his best acting.

“Uh, hey, James,” he introduced himself, offering his hand to his wife as if it was the first time he had met her. Sophie looked absolutely stunning. She had her golden blonde hair in loose curls falling over her shoulders. The emerald dress fit her body snuggly and sensually, her long tan legs and ample cleavage on dazzling display. The stilettos raised her perky rear even higher than normal and made the short dress seem even more immodest. Her slender shoulders showed the thin straps of her dress with the emerald straps of the bra she had on underneath, doing far more than a little teasing. The last touch was a gold body chain that ran off both shoulders and connected between her breasts before continuing down beneath her dress.

James couldn’t take his eyes off of her body and he knew that no red-blooded man would be able to focus on anything else with her around the table.

“I’m Sophie,” she greeted him and took his hand as she showed him inside the penthouse. There were already a few guys hanging out in the living room, talking. He recognized Richard, who stood imposingly amongst the group, his stature towering over the other men. He also seemed to have taken the center of the conversation, his booming voice telling a story.

Sophie whispered to him as they stopped near the huge kitchen island. She leaned back against the island, trying to look casual while she spoke to him. “Are you sure about this? I think this is going to be too much.” Her face and the tone of her voice was deadly serious.

“What do you mean?” he asked, trying to be discreet. He didn’t want to draw too much attention to their conversation with the group of men just across the room.

“Richard, the other men. This is going to escalate too much. I can feel it,” Sophie told him. James felt his cock twitch at her words. He took a deep breath while he tried to think. He didn’t know how much it could escalate but he thought back on how it felt to watch her with Richard and knew what he wanted if it came to that.

“It’ll be okay. Let’s just see what happens,” he said, hoping that if they just stayed for a few minutes, they would settle in and her nerves would calm like they had last time.

“You really want this so badly?” she asked him in a whisper, her eyes looking at him with understanding. “You know what I’m saying and you still want to stay.”

James didn’t know how to answer that, but he nodded his head. Yes, he told her without words. His young wife studied him as she had the first night she had gone out with Richard. “Whatever happens, you asked for this James. It’s all for you. And it’s all on you. I want you to know that. I’ll play my part, but I told you we should leave.”

“Soph…” James started to answer her, but a booming voice cut him off.

“Hey, James, come meet some of the guys,” Richard waved him over. James turned away from his wife and walked towards the group of men. “James is the son of an old friend. This is Cliff, Hank, Arthur, and this old fucker is Clarence.” Richard quickly introduced them as James shook each of their hands in turn.

Cliff was probably about Richard’s age but shorter, much heavier, and balding. Hank was likely in his early fifties, wiry, and greeted James with a thick country accent. Arthur was a small man, probably around sixty, with salt and pepper hair. Lastly, Clarence was an older black man, probably closer to seventy than sixty, with a kind smile who greeted James enthusiastically.

“It’s a pleasure to have you with us, James,” Clarence said, “Richard insisted you join us tonight, so you better play well so you don’t let him down.” Clarence laughed, indicating he was clearly messing with James.

James laughed at the joke as well. “I’ll do my best, but I’m happy to be here. I’m always up for a good game of poker,” James answered.

“I don’t know how good of a game it will be, but at least it lets me drink and smoke without any nagging,” Cliff said as he glanced at his watch.

“This is almost everyone, but Ben is going to be late,” Richard interjected. “Ready to get started? We can keep shooting the shit while we play.”

“Yeah, let’s do it. I’ve been itching to get some of my money back after last time,” Arthur said with a chuckle. Richard led them to a back room with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the river. A round table had been set up in the middle of the room with cards and chips already stacked for each player.

Hank whistled as he looked around. “Hell of a nice place to play.”

“I think it’s clear how good of taste Richard has,” Clarence agreed with a glance back to the room they had just left. James wasn’t sure but suspected the man may have been referring to Sophie. He had noticed each of the men glancing in her direction whenever they had a chance.

As they were getting started, Sophie came into the room and approached the table. James saw all eyes go to his gorgeous wife. The dress really did an amazing job of highlighting her fit body and slender figure. The dress was made of very thin material and left little to the imagination. The older men weren’t ashamed to gawk at her and of course had no idea she was his wife. He thought about what Sophie had said to him a few minutes earlier. Whatever happens, she had said. It was all on him. James watched her, knowing that he wanted to see where this went no matter what.

“Can I get anyone a drink?” she asked the group without showing any of the awkwardness of the situation. She had a hand on her hip as she looked around the table at each of the men in turn.

“I’ll take a whiskey, neat,” Hank answered first, leaning back in his chair casually. The rest of them followed him and quickly gave her their requests. Sophie had worked as a waitress in college and put those skills to good use as she listened attentively without needing to write anything down.

“Coming right up. You boys have fun,” she said in a surprisingly playful voice. He hadn’t known what to expect when he came tonight, and after what she had said to him earlier, he had worried she would seem cold or nervous. But Sophie was putting on an Oscar-worthy performance so far. The entire table was transfixed as they watched her strut back to the bar to get their drinks. Her walk seemed far more sensual than normal as her hips swayed side to side with each step. Maybe it was just the stilettos, or maybe she was already trying to get their attention. Either way, nobody looked away until she was out of sight.

“Richard, I’ve been dying to ask, where did you find this girl?” Cliff asked, gesturing in Sophie's direction.

“Ha, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” Richard laughed with his loud voice. James couldn’t help but notice that it seemed that he wasn’t the only one enjoying their reactions to Sophie.

“What a fucking body,” Arthur said as he watched her move around the bar inside. “I’d say that I miss the days of my wife looking like that, but none of them ever looked half that good.”

“Did you see those tits?” Cliff asked, still drooling over her. James could feel his cock react as he listened to them. “She looked good the first time I saw her, but damn, that dress tonight is something else.”

“Her tits are hard to miss in that dress. You think they’re real?” Hank asked in his thick country accent.

“If they’re not, they cost a fortune,” Arthur answered. “Any surgeon that could do that is an artist.”

“What do you think, James?” Cliff asked him with a nudge and a smirk.

“Yeah, she’s gorgeous,” he answered after a moment of trying to get his dry mouth to make the sounds he needed.

Clarence had started shuffling the cards so he could deal for the first hand. “She’s certainly a lovely young lady,” he added as if he was just a kindly grandfather. His answer almost made James laugh as it was so out of place among the rest of the conversation.

“Understatement of the fucking year. She’s so fucking sexy,” Cliff answered him. “How old is she?” he asked Richard.

“She can’t be more than twenty-five,” Hank said as he looked in her direction again. James knew that he should try to join in the conversation to fit in, but so far he was just caught up in listening to the men discuss his wife so candidly.

“Barely older than my youngest,” Arthur added as he shook his head.

“No offense Arthur, but none of your ********* look fucking anything like that,” Cliff said back to him, drawing laughter from the rest of the men at the table. Even James joined in as he started to relax a little around the other men. The awkwardness of everything was fading as he accepted his role in the evening.

“Fuck you, Cliff,” Arthur said back to him, but he seemed to take the joke well.

“Are we going to play or what?” Richard said, trying to move them along. Each of the men already had chips in front of them and James had quickly counted and saw that they were for the full amount of the buy in. He had never played poker with such a large amount of money and he could feel his nerves kicking in as his adrenaline surged.

Clarence started dealing and the group’s attention locked in on the game. The first hand, James didn’t have anything decent, so he folded early. Richard went a little further before folding as well. Not the best start, but plenty of time left.

James took a few deep breaths to try to keep himself relaxed as the second hand was being dealt. The sudden head turns of the men at the table told him that his wife had come back into the room. He couldn’t help but watch their faces as Sophie walked in and set down the tray of drinks.

He took his own and took a heavy drink to calm his nerves.

“Thank you, darling,” Hank said with a practiced politeness as he took his drink from Sophie, his eyes already drinking in the young woman in front of him. Hank had a certain charm to him and was objectively more handsome than any of the other men, mostly because he significantly younger than most of them.

“You’re very welcome,” Sophie answered with a smile and walked around the table to bring Richard and Arthur their drinks. Hank watched her ass sway side to side as she walked by him. James didn’t know if his heart was racing more from the game or from watching the men leer at her.

Richard took his drink from Sophie. “Thanks, sweetheart,” Richard said, followed by a loud SMACK as he slapped James’ wife’s ass right there in front of the entire table.

James nearly spit out his drink but managed just barely to catch himself. He held his breath as he watched Sophie to see how she would react, but to his shock, she didn’t do anything but answer him like it hadn’t happened. “Of course,” Sophie said in a sultry voice. He quickly looked around at the other men, noting that Hank’s eyebrows were raised, Cliff’s jaw was nearly on the floor, and Arthur had a small smile on his face. Even Clarence seemed to have suddenly become interested.

After handing out the last of the drinks, she walked back out of the room, leaving them to play and talk.

“Goddamn, Richard!” Cliff said. “You’re hitting that?”

“Bullshit,” Hank said while looking back at his cards.

“No bullshit, I’d say odds are she’ll be bent over this table later tonight helping me celebrate taking all of your money,” Richard laughed with a pointed look directly at James. He could feel the heat on his face as Richard told him exactly what he wanted for later that night. James felt his cock rise as he thought about it. Had Richard said something to Sophie earlier to make her concerned that more would happen tonight?

“You’d tell us if this table had been used for that before, right?” Arthur asked as he picked his arms up off the table and inspected it. James had a decent hand, but he was still feeling out the other men and folded when Hank pressed him rather than risking a larger sum of money.

“Well, don’t leave us wondering,” Cliff said, “Tell us what she’s like in bed. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve fucked a woman that looked like that?”

“I’m sure you’ve never fucked anyone that looks like that,” Arthur said, no doubt a sharper barb because of Cliff’s comment about his *********.

“Let’s actually play and maybe I’ll tell you what she’s like,” Richard told the other men. The next hand was dealt out before Richard would say anything more, but the other men didn’t forget about the question.

“Well?” Arthur asked, looking at Richard.

“What do you want to know?” Richard asked them, making the men think about their questions while he played the game.

“Is she a real freak?” Cliff asked. “She looks like she would be a freak.” James’ cock felt like it was about to explode as he listened to them talk about her.

Richard laughed, “She definitely loves cock, that’s for sure. Practically begs for it once you start fucking her.” James watched everyone’s reactions to that, but it was Clarence’s he found the most interesting. He didn’t show much of an expression, but he was listening as intently as any of the other men.

Hank spoke next, “In my experience, sometimes the really gorgeous ones think they don’t need to do anything but lie there. But I can’t say I’ve ever been with a woman that looked that good either.”

“Shit,” Arthur said quietly. “I don’t even remember what a twenty-six-year-old pussy feels like anymore.”

Richard answered Hank, ignoring Arthur’s comment. “Shit, not this one. She fucks like she loves it.”

“She’s tight yeah? Damn, I know she’s got a tight pussy just from looking at her,” Cliff added.

“Well, her pussy is the best I’ve ever had. So tight I can barely get it in and once I do, feels like it’s milking me the entire time. Like its desperate for cum,” Richard elaborated. James didn’t miss the fact that Richard was talking like it hadn’t been a one time event. He wasn’t saying it in the past tense. James didn’t believe that Sophie had been with him since then, but the way Richard was saying it… doubt had entered his mind.

“Fuck, does she have any friends?” Cliff asked and the table busted into laughter as they kept playing.

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Richard folded again with a sigh. They had been playing for nearly an hour and he was down several thousand now, while James was up only up a few hundred. They certainly weren’t doing well despite the amount of attention that the men were paying to Sophie as she strutted around, getting drinks for anyone who needed something.

The lewd banter about his wife had continued but tended to die down whenever she entered the room. She was playing her part well, very well. Sophie would lean on the table when she would stop to talk to them, giving the men across the table a look right down her cleavage and the ones beside her a great view of her ass. The men had started to flirt with her subtly and, a couple of times even complimented her looks. Hank even gave her a tip for bringing him a drink after he won a large pot of chips.

Richard looked at James tensely for a few moments. They both knew that things weren’t going quite how they had imagined it. Finally, Richard spoke. “Sophie, come here.” His wife had been close to leaving the room but stopped and came back to the table.

“Yes, Richard?” she asked, a faint look of uncertainty on her face that James doubted anyone else would pick up on. She was doing a good job of maintaining her own poker face.

“I think it’s safe to say that all of these old men have been staring at you all night. Do you think they like what they see?” he asked her directly. James could feel the awkwardness at the table while he waited for her to answer. Her emerald eyes were fixed on Richard for a moment as she decided how to answer.

“I think so,” she answered. Richard turned back to the other men at the table.

“She thinks! Honey, do a spin and let the men tell you what they really think about you,” Richard continued. James watched from his seat on the far side of the table.

Sophie slowly turned, giving them a view of her entire body as she did. Her dress had also ridden up over the course of the night, showing off her long, toned legs, but she had stopped pulling it down like she was doing early in the night.

“Gorgeous,” Hank said as his eyes looked her up and down.

“That’s not what you said earlier, Hank,” Richard told him. “She deserves to know.”

“Uh,” Hank said, pausing.

“You’ve got a hell of a fucking body,” Cliff interjected. He had been by far the boldest with his comments all night, so it didn’t surprise. James watched Sophie blush at that comment.

“Now that’s more like it,” Richard said with a smile spreading across his face. This seemed to really get the other men going as they all added comments and praises for her looks while James sat watching in silence.

“You’ve all agreed how lovely Sophie is, but perhaps you’d be willing to tip the young lady for a little more… entertainment,” Richard continued. James’ heart started racing again. He didn’t know what Richard had in mind, but he watched as Sophie seemed to be standing even more confidently than before after the comments about her.

James’ cock twitched, the anticipation building.

“Sophie, that dress looks a little tight. Why don’t you make yourself more comfortable and take it off,” Richard suggested so casually it was like he was suggesting she take off her coat. James had been around Richard enough, though, and noted that it wasn’t so much a question as much as an order.

His wife looked at him to see what he would say, but James stopped himself. He was afraid that if he objected, it would bring too much attention to him, but his blood flow was now shifting below his waist and he wanted to see what would happen. He stayed silent as she waited to see if he would stop it from going further, and instead, it was Clarence who spoke.

“I’ll tip the young lady if she loses the dress,” Clarence said as he held up a chip. James couldn’t have been any more surprised and even Sophie’s expression betrayed her, showing her shock that he was the one who had offered it.

“Shit yeah, me too,” Cliff added enthusiastically. “Let’s see that body!”

“A tip for the stunning woman to make herself more comfortable,” Hank said as he slid a chip over as well. Charming as always.

Arthur didn’t say anything but also slid a chip in her direction.

James knew that he needed to keep up the act and was now desperate to see her take the dress off as well, so he also tossed in a chip of his own. I mean, after all, it was going to be his money either way. “Me too,” James managed to say. Sophie shot him a glance as he tossed in the chip, but her face was inscrutable after she regained her composure.

Richard gathered them up and added one of his own. “Here, sweetheart,” he told her as he pressed the chips into her hand and leaned in to whisper something to her. “And get me another drink on your way back,” he told her.

Sophie looked at him again, holding eye contact with her husband. She was giving him another chance to stop things from going further, but his cock was in complete control already. He would have pushed his entire stack of chips in to get her to lose that dress in front of the table of men. Realizing that James wasn’t going to say a word, she turned and walked out of the room.

The men played another hand, but they were all anxiously waiting for her to return and the conversation was limited. James heard the door to the penthouse open and heavy footsteps came down the hallway toward them until a man appeared that he didn’t recognize.

“Sorry I’m late, guys,” the man said as he joined them and took a seat at the last spot at the table. The man was probably in his mid-fifties as well, heavyset but to a lesser degree than Cliff, and had a grey beard.

“Glad you could make it, Ben,” Hank greeted him and leaned over to shake his hand.

“Yeah, sorry, I had to drop my ******** off at the airport and traffic was awful,” Ben told them. “Hey, I’m Ben. I don’t think we’ve met,” he said as he extended his hand to James.

“James. Nice to meet you,” James answered him as he shook his hand. They played another hand and this time James lost a few hundred dollars after he took a chance on a good hand. Unfortunately, Clarence had a better one. He took another drink from his glass. Things weren’t going quite how he hoped in terms of poker, but he was thinking more about Sophie than the card game at this point.

The sound he had been waiting for silenced the room. The click of the stilettos on the marble floor was the only thing in existence until she appeared at the doorway. Every eye was on her as she started strutting across the room with Richard’s drink in hand. James’ jaw was nearly on the floor as he saw what she was wearing. His wife was still in the stilettos, but other than that, all she was wearing was the gold body chain and a matching set of dark green lingerie in the form of a skimpy bra and panty set that James had never seen. He knew for a fact that she had never owned anything this risqué and he wondered where she had even gotten it from. He had expected her to be in her underwear, but this was much more than he was prepared for.

Her C-cup breasts bounced with every step as the bra had almost no support. Sophie’s tanned skin, golden blonde hair, and athletic body were complimented perfectly by the lingerie that matched her eyes. The gold body chain fell between her breasts and then around her waist, adding just a hint of color and making the outfit seem even more seductive. Her toned body was outrageous in the outfit, with her taut tummy and firm muscles really standing out. Her long, slender legs seemed to go on forever until they reached her pert ass that was held high in the air from the angle of the stilettos and left unobscured by the dainty thong.

“Holy shit,” Hank said in his country accent as he watched her walk across the room. He sat up straight in his chair and he turned almost completely around to watch her.

Cliff’s mouth was literally hanging open as he watched James’ wife approach the table in her lingerie. He was almost drooling. For once, the man seemed speechless.

“Thanks,” Richard said as he took his drink and turned back to the table to continue the current hand. The man must really want to win if he was going to pass up taking in every second of this view. James’ cock however was in charge and his full attention was on her for the moment.

Sophie turned toward the rest of the table, but as her eyes fell on the newest man who had joined them, James saw her go completely rigid. In an instant, her entire demeanor changed. Her arms went across her body in a futile attempt to provide some modesty and her face and upper chest went bright red.

“Mr. Miller,” her voice was quiet but she couldn’t get any more words out. He followed where her eyes were looking until they landed on Ben. He saw the expression on the man’s face and his wide eyes, the realization hitting James like a truck. They knew each other. They definitely knew each other. Oh shit. Oh shit. James hadn’t even considered this as a possibility.

Richard’s expression changed from across the table from confusion to surprise. “You know her, Ben?” Richard asked him, trying to understand what was happening. His surprise seemed genuine to James, at least telling him this wasn’t some planned surprise from Richard.

“Uh, yeah, I uh, Sophie’s been friends with my ******** for years,” he muttered as his eyes were glued to her barely covered body. The name - Miller. He racked his brain, thinking. Nora’s father? Oh God. Nora was a friend of Sophie’s from high school and had been one of her bridesmaids when they got married. He was thankful that he hadn’t met the man because Ben didn’t seem to recognize him even now that he knew Sophie was there. It also meant that he would probably think that Sophie was cheating on him

James could only imagine what the man must be thinking, seeing her like this. He was sure that the man had never dreamed he would get such a view.

“Excuse me,” Sophie said and hurried from the room. James felt tied to his seat as he watched her walk as fast as she could in her stilettos. The entire table was silent as they watched her thong-covered ass as she walked out. He started to stand to go after her, but Richard stopped him with a look. A warning really that he couldn’t let it be known that it was his wife. James stayed put reluctantly.

“I’ll go check on her,” Richard announced. “Just a minute.” He briskly walked out of the room after Sophie while the rest of the men were left waiting.

Cliff spoke first to nobody in particular, “Well shit, tonight got interesting.” Hank laughed at that and shook his head but the table fell back into silence while they waited. The next person to speak again surprised James.

“How long have you been wondering what her body looked like?” Clarence asked Ben. Ben, to his credit, at least looked embarrassed at the question.

“Arthur, any of your ********’s friends look like that?” Cliff asked him.

“I fucking wish,” Arthur answered. “I wouldn’t have minded them being around the house all the time if they had.”

“Well, either way, it’s going to be hard to pretend you haven’t seen her like that,” Hank added.

A few agonizing minutes went by and then James decided to go after them, but just before he stood to find them, he heard them coming back into the room. To his surprise, Sophie hadn’t put on her dress but was still just in her lingerie as she walked back in with Richard.

Richard retook his seat. “Let’s keep playing,” he said without further explanation. Everyone else at the table was quiet, unsure of what to say. It was Sophie who broke the silence.

“Mr. Miller, can I get you anything to drink?” she asked him as she leaned on the table, her breasts nearly spilling out of the green lace that was holding them in. James could see the outline of nipples through the thin material.

Ben’s eyes were fixed on her body and he seemed to have forgotten how to speak entirely.

“Ben?” Richard tried to get his attention as the man was staring down the cleavage of the sexy blonde in front of him.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Yeah, just a beer,” he answered awkwardly. “Uh, thanks, Sophie.” She turned and walked away, the men all shifting in their seats as they watched her go.

It was James’ turn before the interruption and he hadn’t had a chance to go yet.

“Call,” James said, catching the table off guard. The entire table had been watching Sophie as she leaned over the table and then as she walked away. Hank and Cliff had mindlessly raised on their turns earlier while they waited for her to come back without her dress. As the cards were turned over, he knew he had won his biggest hand yet. He swept the pile of chips to himself and smiled. Maybe this strategy could actually work.

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Sophie could see the hunger in the men’s eyes as she came back to the table with Ben’s drink. Cliff was by far the boldest with his comments, but every one of them looked like they wanted to take her right there and were only held back by the presence of the other men. I mean, she had to admit she looked quite good in the lingerie and it was very flattering on her.

She walked around the table with the drink, handing it to Ben and holding eye contact with him as she did. He still looked stunned to see her, but his eyes were as hungry as everyone else’s as they studied her. Oh God, what would Nora think if she knew about her *** seeing her like this? She had been ready to leave, putting her dress back on in the bedroom when Richard had come to talk to her.

He had assured her that it would be fine, that Ben wouldn’t tell a soul, that Nora wouldn’t find out. She had asked him how he could be sure of that, but he didn’t say anything. He had just kissed her. She didn’t know why, but she had kissed him back. The things the men had said, the way they had looked at her all night, the look in James’ eyes watching it all, it had her so turned on already that she was primed to give in and she hadn’t been able to forget what it was like being with him.

His kiss was rough and he tasted of whiskey, but then he pulled back and told her to come back and he would take care of Ben. She wasn’t sure, but she hadn’t fought him when he slowly unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. Then he led her back out and she played her part again.

She walked back around the table, careful in the tall stilettos, planning to collect herself in the other room while she gave them a minute to play. Suddenly, an arm grabbed her around the waist.

“Come sit with Hank, darling,” the man told her in his country accent as he pulled her into his lap so she was facing away from him and toward the table. Previously, none of the men had gone so far as to touch her, but taking off her dress seemed to have taken down that barrier.

Her eyes found her husband, their eyes searching each other’s for a moment, and she realized that his eyes were the hungriest of all of the ones looking back at her. Her husband seemed to be enjoying the show and he didn’t say or do anything about her sitting in the other man’s lap.

Hank had one hand on her hip bone, his rough hand against her delicate skin. She adjusted to get more comfortable in his lap but made no attempt to get out of his lap as she shot another glance at James. Hank’s fingers were running along the side of her thong, playing with the string of emerald material along her hip. It felt good and she could feel how aroused Hank was to have her there. She had been expecting that it would be Richard who was aggressive, but Hank was handsome and she was feeling so worked up. She adjusted herself again, really grinding against his lap. God, that cock felt so hard. If James wanted her to do this, then so be it. She just hoped he enjoyed the show. She had told him that anything that happened would be on him.

Hank reached up and slipped a chip into the cup of her bra and gave her breast a squeeze. God, she didn’t know how she found herself in these positions. “Mmmm,” Sophie let out as she slowly moved her ass around in Hank’s lap. James was still watching her with a look in his eyes that told her he didn’t want it to stop.

All eyes were on her as Hank’s hands started to explore her body, but the poker hadn’t stopped. Richard made sure of that as he pressed them to keep playing. Hank had one hand on each of her breasts, only separated from them by the thin layer of lace. He was gently massaging them while they continued to play. She could feel how hard he was and she continued to slowly move her ass against it, trying to drive him crazy. Shit, she was actually losing herself to it again the same way she had with Richard. Hank’s poker had been sloppy the last few hands with her in his lap and she decided to push it. He was doing a good job of hiding his cards from even her, but she figured based on his lack of attention to the game, that it wasn’t great.

She was just so horny that she couldn’t help upping the ante herself. “You know, sometimes, to get what you want, you have to take a risk,” she whispered to him as she put extra pressure down on his lap. Hank smiled as she gestured to the chips.

“Is that right?” he asked with his country twang. She nodded slowly while looking back at him. Hank took his hand off of her breast and pushed a pile of chips forward, raising. A minute later, Richard won the hand.

“Oops,” Sophie said playfully, “Too bad.” She stood up off of Hank’s lap suddenly, certain she was leaving his cock aching without relief. She couldn’t help but smile at that thought.

Sophie walked slowly around the table, the men captivated by her every step. It reminded her of when Richard had her strip for him. The attention, the lust in the men’s eyes, it made her feel so incredibly sexy. She felt powerful as she passed her husband, running her hand through James’ hair as she passed him. When she got to Cliff, he pulled her to him, apparently wanting the same experience Hank had.

She fell into his lap, sitting across him as if riding sidesaddle. Cliff was much more aggressive than Hank had been as his hands immediately found the top of her ass and gave it a squeeze while the other mauled her breasts. There was no subtlety with Cliff. She watched her husband, James, who was struggling to focus while he watched her with the other men.

“God, you’re so sexy,” Cliff said as his hands made their way over her body.

“Thank you,” Sophie said quietly as she relaxed and tried to enjoy his hands fumbling over her.

“Cliff, your turn,” Richard reminded him, but he didn’t answer as he was lost in Sophie’s body.

“Cliff,” Richard said again, raising his voice.

“What do you think, darling?” Cliff asked her.

“I like it when the pot is big,” she said with as much emphasis dripping off of the word big as she could muster. She looked right at her husband as she said it, but she was thinking about someone else.

“Fuck it, raise,” Cliff said as he tossed several chips into the middle. His hands immediately returned to her, massaging her thighs. Sophie saw Richard looking at her and she knew what he wanted. It was Richard’s turn. She slid off of Cliff’s lap as he let out a sound that told her that he was disappointed. She continued her circle around the table, moving slowly to really build their anticipation.

Arthur reached out and ran his hand gently over her ass as she walked by him, but didn’t stop her. She could feel her heart pounding as she approached Richard. His eyes bore into her and she knew exactly what he wanted from her. He had told her when she first got here. He had promised he would fuck her until she couldn’t remember James’ name and she believed him. She walked directly toward him now, anticipating his touch any second, but she didn’t reach him.

Clarence’s hands were gentle as she found herself in his lap, facing her husband across the table. His hands slowly slid up her tummy to her perky breasts to start teasing her nipples. It wasn’t what she had expected, but his hands were deft and he knew what he was doing. She shifted in his lap to get more comfortable, but then she felt it. Oh my God. She looked at Clarence as she reached her hand down to his lap to feel it for herself. That couldn’t be real.

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James had thought his cock was going break through the table as he watched his wife sit in Hank and Cliff’s laps, but this was something else.

Clarence’s hands were all over his wife’s body, the contrast in their skin tone adding a layer of intrigue that James didn’t fully understand. He had been shocked when the kindly older man had grabbed his wife and pulled her into his lap, but it was so incredibly erotic.

“James,” Richard said, bringing him back to the moment so he could focus on the cards. The last several hands now had shifted heavily in their favor as the other men could hardly even pay attention to what was happening on the table. They were all watching as Sophie ground herself on Clarence’s lap with her eyes closed, his hands groping her breasts and feeling up and down her body.

Richard pushed his chips all in suddenly. Everyone folded in turn until it got to Clarence. He hadn’t said anything yet, as he was busy feeling up James’ sexy young wife right in front of him. His hands had been working Sophie like she was an instrument that he had played for years. Her body was responding like he had read an instruction manual, her eyes still closed as she let him do as he pleased.

“What do you think? Should I put it all in?” Clarence asked Sophie with the same soft-spoken voice he had used all night.

James’ mouth went dry. There was no way he was asking her about his bet. He saw Hank sit forward to listen to her answer. Sophie’s eyes were still closed, but she managed to moan softly.

“Yeah, put it allll in,” she moaned, dragging out the word all as she continued to work her ass backward and forward in his lap. He listened and reached forward, pushing his entire pile of chips into the middle of the table.

“You heard the lady,” he said, one of his hands going between her thighs, playing with her over her panties. James was afraid he would cum if his cock touched anything as he watched the decadent display in front of him. They flipped their cards over and Richard whooped as he saw that he had won.

“I guess I’ll just focus on Sophie,” Clarence said as he continued to play with her. James could tell that her breath had gotten heavier as the man teased her.

“Fuck off Clarence, you have to share,” Cliff chided him. “Come here, Sophie,” he called her back.

“I haven’t had a turn yet,” a voice said. The night was full of surprises. Sophie opened her eyes and looked directly at Ben but she actually looked at Clarence before she moved.

“You can come back to me in a few minutes, it’ll be waiting for you,” Clarence told her as he helped her stand up off of his lap.

Ben beckoned her over to him and she slowly walked over to his chair as he pushed himself out to give them room before helping guide her into his own lap. She gave him the same treatment she had the other men at the table, treating it like it was her job.

“Wow, Sophie,” he said as she made herself comfortable and his hands started to explore her. They quickly found her breasts and squeezed them.

“Fuck I’ve looked at these for years, wondering what they felt like,” he said as he pinched her sensitive nipples. The apparent embarrassment from earlier had disappeared as he watched James’ wife’s display with the rest of the men. Sophie ground her ass down onto his lap to tease him as her response.

“Keep moving that ass against me,” he told her and James watched as she made even more exaggerated movements, no doubt rubbing her ass directly against his cock.

“You like that… Mr. Miller?” Sophie asked him as she kept doing it.

“Goddamn, you’re good at it,” he told her. Without asking, Ben, or Mr. Miller as Sophie called him, undid her bra and pulled it down in one motion. Her perky, bare breasts were left exposed to the entire table of men watching. Sophie gasped at that, but he continued to massage her breasts and she didn’t fight him.

Ben seemed the most aggressive in his efforts to push forward with her and James suspected this wasn’t the first time he had fantasized about Sophie, but no doubt he had never expected to have his hands on her like this. Suddenly, the man stood up and pushed Sophie forward, bending her over the poker table. He immediately dropped his pants and yanked Sophie’s thong down to her ankles. James’ breath caught in his chest as he watched Sophie step out of the thong and spread her legs for one of her best friend’s father. Nobody protested, even Richard as they were all enthralled watching the man prepare to fuck her right there in front of them. His cock was average, but he quickly lined it up and teased her opening for a moment. James went to say something since Sophie wasn’t on birth control and he didn’t have on a condom, but Sophie beat him to the punch.

“Mmmm,” Sophie moaned, “Put it in,” she begged him. Mr. Miller didn’t need to be told twice and slowly started plunging his unprotected cock into her fertile pussy. James was left speechless for a moment. If Sophie had lost control last time, this was another level.

“I guess I was right about the table but wrong about it being me,” Richard said, causing several of the men to laugh at the joke.

“Sophie!” James found his voice, finally intervening as this had gone too far. Her gorgeous green eyes looked up at him as the man was almost completely buried in her. When she saw James, it was like she was awoken from a dream. Her eyes widened, and she turned to look behind her at the man whose cock was inside her. James wasn’t sure if it was hearing his voice or really remembering who the man was behind her, but the spell was broken.

“Wait, wait, Mr. Miller,” Sophie put her hand back on his stomach, pushing him back. His raging hard-on slipped out of her, dripping with her lubrication. She looked around at all of them and then connected with James.

“I have to go,” she said as she stepped away from Ben and walked as fast as she could for the door in her stilettos, leaving her discarded lingerie behind. She shot one last parting look at James, telling him to follow her.

James stood, trying to hide the tent in his pants as he prepared to make his exit. “It’s actually really late, and my wife will be expecting me. In fact, she’s probably already upset that I’m not home. It was very nice to meet all of you and let me know if you play again soon,” James said and then looked at Richard. “Richard, I’ll settle up with you tomorrow?” He didn’t wait for an answer before he turned and followed his wife. Every person at the table seemed too confused to speak, but as he turned the corner, he heard Hank finally speak.

“What the fuck was that?” Hank asked as James hurried to the front door.

James half-jogged to try to catch Sophie before she got to the elevator, but he found her waiting for him just outside of the penthouse. She had put on her dress without any of her underwear and her hard nipples were clearly visible through the thin material. He took off his jacket and gave it to her to wear for modesty as they made their way through the lobby and out to the parking lot to his car. Even in the jacket she attracted the eyes of most of the men they passed and even a few of the women.

As soon as they got in the car, Sophie reached over and grabbed his cock through his pants. He looked over and for one last surprise of the night, he could see the lust in Sophie’s eyes even in the dimly lit cab. She hadn’t gotten what she wanted so badly tonight and he was going to be the lucky one to satisfy her this time. “Take me home, hurry,” she pleaded with him.

His foot was heavy as he drove over the speed limit. He merged onto the highway in the direction of their house, Sophie’s hand rubbing him nonstop.

“I don’t know how long I’m going to last,” James admitted. “I already feel close. It was almost too much watching you tonight.” Sophie unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out while he was driving. “What are you doing?” he asked her, unsure if she heard him.

“I’m going to make you cum before we get home so you last longer,” she said and she leaned over the console and brought her head down to his cock, taking him into her mouth. James was right. She had typically only given him this attention on special occasions and never this enthusiastically. Sophie’s head bobbed up and down on his cock and she quickly proved him right. He didn’t last long. He felt a massive release coming as he focused on just keeping the car between the lines on the road.

“I’m going to cum, Sophie,” he warned her, but she kept blowing him until he felt his cock pulse and release a massive load into her warm mouth. His head was spinning from the intensity of the release. He felt her cough when he filled her mouth, but she managed to stay in place until she finally pulled back slowly and then swallowed.

“That was so much,” Sophie said in awe as she looked at him. “You were that turned on?”

“Fuck, Sophie, yeah,” he admitted as he pressed the gas down harder.

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They burst through the door of the house, already tearing off each other’s clothes. Her dress was discarded in a heap by the door before it had even finished closing. His pants were left in the hallway as they hurried to the bedroom.

He kissed Sophie hard, following her backward onto the bed. “I need you now,” Sophie told him, desperate for the hard cock, or cocks, she had wanted earlier in the night. She spread her legs, giving him full access to her dripping pussy. They kissed again as he lined himself up with her, having recovered from his climax in the car. He knew he would be able to go for awhile now.

“Tonight was so hot,” James said when they broke from their kiss. He was teasing her with the tip of his cock, making her wait just a few more seconds.

“God, I just lost all control,” Sophie admitted, covering her face with her hands as if embarrassed by it.

“You were going to let him fuck you,” James said as he pressed himself slowly into her an inch before pulling back out.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned, “I stopped it.”

“No, I stopped it. You were going to let Nora’s *** fuck you in front of all of them,” he told her. “You told him to put it in and then you let him.”

“Yeah, he put it in.” As she admitted it, James stopped teasing her and buried every inch of himself into his young wife, drawing a gasp from her.

“What made you lose control?” James asked her. “Was it the way they played with your breasts?” He needed to know. “Was it being watched?”

“Both,” she answered him as he started a steady pace to try to bring her to orgasm.

“What else?” he asked, pressing her. Sophie turned her head away from him, embarrassed, but she answered him.

“I could feel how hard they were when I sat in their laps,” she admitted as he gave her steady, deliberate strokes. He could tell that she was starting her build towards an orgasm.

“Really?” he asked, stunned by the admission.

“Yeah, I could feel how badly they wanted me,” she told him, still not looking directly at him.

“How badly they wanted to fuck you?” James asked her.

“Yeahhhh,” she moaned as he gave her an extra long, deep stroke. James couldn’t help himself. Sophie was so full of lust that she was more open than he had ever seen her about sex and he had to know everything.

“I thought you were going to want Richard tonight,” he told her, testing those waters.

“I did, God, I did,” she admitted, “After he kissed me, but then…”

“Then what? Ben?” he asked, trying to split his attention between bringing her to orgasm and asking her questions. He would have to find out when Richard kissed her later as well. She seemed to hit her breaking point and he felt her body shudder and her pussy tighten around his cock.

“Clarenceee,” she moaned as she came hard. James fucked her through the orgasm, waiting for the chance to ask what she meant. It lasted for about twenty seconds before her body relaxed, but her eyes were still glassy from the intensity of it.

“What about Clarence?” James asked her, desperate for the answer.

“He was so big,” she whispered. He could feel himself getting close again and the talk wasn’t helping him keep control.

“Bigger than Richard?” James asked her.

“Yeah,” she panted. “So huge. I couldn’t believe it at first.” She was responding in a way that he felt like she was getting close to cumming again already. The talk was getting more than just him excited.

“Is that why you were grinding on him so much?” James asked as he felt his own climax about to arrive.

“I couldn’t help it,” she moaned as he felt her clamp down again as she came. This time, it was too much for James as he came for the second time within the hour, this time filling up her unprotected womb while she talked about another man’s cock.

James sipped his coffee as his students filled the classroom for the first hour of his Monday morning. The sound of their chattering interrupted his effort to grade papers. He stacked up the pile of papers and put them into the drawer of his desk, then set his cell phone on top of them before he closed it. The students were mostly in their seats now, but a few stragglers were still up and talking to their friends.



“Matthew! Take a seat please,” he said loudly to get the attention of one of the particularly rambunctious students. As the last few students took their seats, he started to try to get things moving. “Everyone, pass up your homework to the front so I can collect it.”



James stood up and moved from row to row as his students handed up their homework. He gathered stacks of papers from the students in the front and brought them back to his desk, thumbing through them to make sure that everyone had turned in what was due.



BUZZ. James felt the vibration of his phone from inside the drawer but he ignored it. He started going through the day's lesson with his class for the first twenty minutes before he gave them an assignment to work on by themselves. He walked around for a few minutes after that, taking the time to help a few individuals who needed one-on-one attention to grasp the concepts.



By the time he took his seat at his desk again, there were only a few minutes left before the bell to signal the change of classes.



BUZZ. He felt his phone vibrate again from inside the drawer. BUZZ. BUZZ. It was going off in rapid succession. He normally tried not to use his phone in class but who would be texting him this much? Was something wrong with one of his parents or with Sophie? He considered it for a moment. He better check just to make sure it wasn’t anything serious.



James discretely opened his drawer and slipped his phone out to make sure that everything was okay. His students would never let him hear the end of it if they saw him using his phone during class considering how strict he was about them using them. He looked at the notification but didn’t recognize the phone number that had sent the most recent text. His worry was replaced with a different emotion when he opened the conversation though. There was already a string of texts in the group conversation that he had been added to, which explained the number of messages he had received.



The name attached to the first message was the only one he had on his phone, and seeing it made his stomach flip over violently. Richard. He looked around the classroom to make sure that the students were completely engrossed in their work before he started reading through the messages.



“James, we enjoyed having you at the poker game the other day and would love to have you back at the next one. This is the group text where we organize the games.” Richard’s text said. The scenes from the poker game raced across his mind. Sophie in that emerald silk dress that hugged her body so tightly. The way the men watched her strut around in her lingerie. The way she had sat in their laps one after another and then… He pushed it out of his mind and focused on the messages in front of him.



The next message was from a number he didn’t have, but thankfully, Clarence included his name. “Welcome, James! – Clarence”



“To be more honest, we mostly just bullshit here,” yet another number started, “This is Hank, by the way. Glad Richard added you to the group, James.”



“Arthur here. Don’t get too excited though. The games usually aren’t that memorable,” another number added.



“Yeah Saturday was one for the fucking books alright,” Hank agreed.



“I certainly enjoyed my time – Clarence,” Clarence said.



“You don’t have to add your fucking name every time, Clarence, we’ve been over this,” read the next answer from Hank.



“Hey James, Cliff. Clarence, we all saw how much you enjoyed it, but I’d say you still didn’t enjoy it as much as Ben, lol,” another number said. That must mean that the only other number in the chat was Ben, or Mr. Miller, as Sophie called him the other night. That memory sent a shiver through him. He hoped that the man was discrete because it could blow up their social lives. Thankfully Richard had promised he would handle it and Ben had as much to lose, if not more, than Sophie did if his ******** Nora ever found out about what happened.



“Speaking of, Richard you need to do whatever it takes to get that girl back at our next game,” Arthur said. James’ breath caught in his throat.



That caught him up on the most current message as there wasn’t any more to scroll through. “Shit,” James said under his breath as he waited to see what would come next. He stared at his phone, waiting. He looked around to make sure that nobody was up to any mischief when his phone made the familiar BUZZ. He looked at the message that had come through.



“I’ll have to text her and see if I can convince her,” Richard said. James felt his heart beating faster. He knew it would come up again but he hadn’t expected it so soon. He and Sophie had barely had time to process what happened Saturday night and now he’s reading messages about trying to convince his wife to do it all again. No doubt the men hoped that next time there wouldn’t be a sudden end to the evening before they had their fun. BUZZ – another message.



“If she needs to be convinced then I better do it,” Hank’s message read, “I bet I can sweet-talk her in no time.”



“You’re such an overconfident cunt, Hank,” Cliff said back to Hank a few moments later. James tried to think about what he could say to join the conversation but he was having trouble thinking straight while the men talked about Sophie.



“Hell, I’ll text her right now,” Hank insisted. “Send me her number.” James froze as he read Hank's brazen request for his wife’s number. Surely Richard would ask him before…



Before he had time to finish his thoughts, another message interrupted him. Richard had sent his wife’s number to the entire group text. Shit. Fuck. FUCK, he thought. He had no idea if the men would really text her but Hank didn’t seem to lack confidence. How would Sophie react to getting texts from these men in the light of day though?



“Shit,” James said under his breath again, louder this time though. One of the students looked over at him and he gestured at them to continue working on the assignment. They seemed to know he wasn’t in the mood because they went straight back to their paper without a word. The messages just kept rolling in.



“Speaking of Hell, you don’t have a chance in it with her,” Cliff said in a follow up message.



“A little southern charm can go a long way,” Hank answered, adding a wink at the end of the text. James felt his mouth go dry at the idea of this man trying to seduce Sophie, and he struggled to determine whether it was anxiety or desire.



Richard answered next, “That girl doesn’t care about your charm. She cares what’s between your legs.” James felt himself turn bright red as he sat in his classroom reading the improper messages about his wife and the implication that was being made.



RINGGGGGGG. The bell to signal the end of class startled James so badly that he nearly knocked his chair over. His students started packing up their bags and leaving the room as James flipped his phone over and tried to act as natural as possible, saying goodbye to a few of the students as they left for their second hour of the day.



When they had all funneled out of the class he flipped his phone back over and picked back up with the messages.



“Well if she’s lucky I’ll let her find out what’s between my legs,” Hank said. James felt his cock threatening to break through his zipper as he thought about Sophie with Hank. Frustratingly though, nobody engaged Hank again for a moment after that comment and the group fell silent for a few minutes as the next group of students filled the class. James reluctantly put his phone up in the drawer and focused on teaching another lesson, though admittedly he was so distracted that it wasn’t his strongest work.



After stumbling through it for fifteen minutes, he couldn’t take it any longer and decided just to put them in groups and set them loose. It saved him from having to work one-on-one with different students since they could help each other. As soon as he got back to his desk, he opened the drawer and took out his phone. His anticipation was overwhelming as he scrolled through a few new messages.



“Well? Is she drooling over it already?” Cliff had asked, challenging Hank to put up or shut up.



“Soon enough. Sweet talking her as we speak,” Hank texted back. James was on the edge of his seat. Was that true? Was Hank texting Sophie at this exact moment? Should he text her? His mind was a blur as he tried to sort out what to do.



Minutes passed by and he decided he needed to text the group to act as normal as he could so they wouldn’t think something was amiss. “Hey guys, thanks for including me. Looking forward to the next poker night.” Generic, but he couldn’t make himself think of anything to say about the Sophie situation. A few of them sent him replies and niceties in return but the conversation about Sophie had dropped off. James couldn’t get it out of his mind though.



The rest of the day, he struggled to focus as he waited for any update from either Sophie or Hank but it was all silence. As soon as he finished teaching the lesson for the hour he would hurry back to desk to check his phone just to be disappointed each time. He considered texting Sophie a number of times but he held back, waiting to see if she would tell him that Hank had texted her.



By the end of the day he was barely holding it together, wondering what had happened. The fact that Hank hadn’t sent them an update made him wonder if Sophie hadn’t been open to his advances. But then why didn’t she tell him that the man had texted her? Maybe Hank was bluffing and didn’t text her at all. Maybe he didn’t actually have the balls to back up all of his bravado.



When the final bell rang for the day, the students hurried out in the hallway, reenergized by their freedom. James frantically gathered the papers he needed to bring home to grade and put them in his briefcase before he locked up his room and power walked to the parking lot. He opened the passenger door and tossed his briefcase onto the seat - BUZZ.



He fumbled to get his phone out of his pocket as his mind raced, wondering who it would be from.



A message from Hank to the group text. The message he had been waiting for all day. He half ran around, throwing open the door and jumping into the driver’s seat so he could read the message in a semblance of privacy. His fingers were trembling as he clicked on the message from Hank. It was a series of screenshots of a conversation.



James enlarged the first screenshot and noticed immediately that it was a conversation with “Sexy Blonde – Poker Night”. He skimmed it quickly, too eager to know what happened to take his time. The conversation started off straightforward enough with Hank introducing himself and telling her how much he enjoyed her company that weekend. Sophie’s answers – assuming it really was Sophie and not something he faked – were short and a bit stilted at first. She thanked him when he told her she was gorgeous and she answered that she was at work when he asked what she was up to.



Cordial enough, but not really playing along with the subtle flirtations from the man. Not sure so far why the man would have bothered to send the screenshots.



James moved through a couple of pages of messages as Hank and his wife had apparently texted off and on throughout the day. Hank was persistent as he managed to keep the conversation going even when Sophie gave him little to nothing. Slowly, though, he noticed that Sophie seemed to be loosening up and giving him a little more as she started to make a little small talk. James had to admit the man had a certain charm which was helped by the fact that he had taken a gradual approach, treating Sophie like a lady despite the sordid way they met.



Finally, in the last screenshot, Hank offered a riskier message. It was from no more than a few minutes earlier.



“I apologize if it’s a bit much, but I haven’t been able to think of anything other than you for the last two days. I’ve been all over the world and I can’t recall a woman that’s captivated me more than you have,” Hank told her.



“Is that so?” Sophie asked in response. It could be somewhat of a non-answer, he thought, but it also invited him to continue complimenting her, which could be the point. He felt like he was over analyzing it and read the next message.



Hank continued, “What would you say if I asked you to meet me for a drink this weekend? I’m out of town until Friday.”



James felt his stomach drop and his cock grow two inches as he read his wife’s response. “Let me think about it.”



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James anxiously crossed the threshold of his own home, the anticipation of seeing his wife absolutely killing him. He had thought about her answer the entire drive home. He wavered back and forth on if she really was considering it or if she was just putting it off rather than saying no. He sat his briefcase down on the chair as he walked through the living room, looking down the hallway toward the bedroom to locate his wife.



At that moment the back door opened and Lucy bounded inside followed by Sophie. When he finished playing with the dog, Sophie gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. She was wearing a pair of tight stylish black scrubs that accentuated her slender waist where they were tucked in. Her long blonde hair was up in a neat ponytail that fell down the middle of her back. The emerald color of her eyes popped and added a splash of color that caught your attention immediately. He tried to imagine her texting Hank looking like this.



“Hey,” she greeted him cheerfully enough.



“How was your day, Soph?” he asked her, testing the waters.



“It was okay,” she said without letting on anything as she opened the cabinet and took out a wine glass. He let that answer hang in the air as he thought about what to say next to try to direct the conversation. He didn’t have to say anything for it to go exactly where he wanted it to go though.



“I got a text from Hank today,” she said casually while she poured a glass of wine.



James did his best to play it cool as his pulse sped up. “Hank?” he feigned, not wanting her to have a hint that he already knew that Hank had messaged her. She might react poorly to him going all day without letting her know that the entire group text was talking about her. He also didn’t want to let on because she hadn’t told him about Hank earlier, even if she seemed to be working up to it now.



“From Saturday,” she said. From Saturday. That’s certainly the most innocent way to say it, he thought. ‘The guy who groped me on Saturday at the poker game’ would have been a more honest way to remind him.



“What? Really?” James asked with surprise, doing his best to keep up the act.



Sophie, to her credit didn’t shy away from telling him the truth, “He asked me to get a drink with him this weekend.” James could see his wife's nervousness as she told him about the man asking her out.



“Shit… I mean I guess it’s not like he knows you’re married,” James said, thinking out loud.



“I’m not sure he would care, James,” she said.



“Well, what did you say? Did you let him down easy?” he asked her. Sophie cringed for a second at the question and he felt a pang of guilt. He was leading her a little with the question since he already knew the answer.



“I told him I would think about it,” she said. “I wasn’t sure what you would want me to say.” Sophie was looking at him intently now, her vibrant verdant eyes studying him.



“Me?” he asked, “I don’t know. I wasn’t expecting this so soon after Saturday,” he admitted honestly.



“Me either. I guess Richard gave him my number. I don’t know how else he would have gotten it,” she said as she took a sip of the wine she had poured.



James poured himself a glass and followed her out onto the back porch. He sat in one of the rocking chairs a few feet from hers as they looked toward the back of the yard, enjoying the cool evening air. Silence fell between them as they sipped their wine for a couple of minutes until James finally broke it.



“Would you really go?” he asked his wife as he watched her.



“I would do anything for you, James,” she told him quietly. He thought about that answer for a minute, choosing his words carefully.



“I don’t want you to do it just because of me,” he admitted. “I only want you to do it if you want to do it.” It was true. As incredibly erotic as Saturday night had been, he didn’t want Sophie to feel like he was pressuring her to do something she didn’t want to do. He wanted them to be on the same page if they were going to go forward with anything like that again.



James knew that whether she admitted it or not, part of her loved it, craved it. He had seen how she reacted the first time with Richard and again with all of the different men a couple nights earlier. She had something inside of her that she was wrestling with but he wanted it to be her choice on what she did with it.



She studied him for a while. “Is it wrong that I kind of do?” his gorgeous young wife asked him softly. “I feel like such a whore every time I think about any of it. I could have put an end to it and I didn’t. I just lose control and then I’m doing things that I can’t even believe I’m doing,” Sophie was pouring her innermost thoughts out to him, making herself completely vulnerable. He adored her and her trusting him with his made his heart swell and reassured him that everything would be okay.



“You’re not a whore,” he laughed, trying to reassure her. “If there’s something wrong with one of us, it’s me. I mean what kind of husband pushes their wife into the arms of another man? You said it yourself the other night. It would all be on me.” He paused for a moment before going on. The silence hung in the air, but there was a comfort to it rather than tension. “I was thinking about it today and I wondered what the people we knew would think about us if they knew,” he said as he looked out into the evening.



“They would say I’m a whore,” she said with a laugh at the absurdity of it all. “And James, the other night… I wanted you to understand that I would have walked away if that’s what you wanted. I could see how much you wanted to stay, to see what happened. I didn’t want you to blame me for where it led.”



“No, I know. I get that. And if they’d say you’re a whore, then they’d say I was a terrible husband,” he told her as he looked back at her.



She gave him a sad look. “You’re definitely not that,” she said as she put a hand on his arm to make sure he knew she meant it.



“I love you so much, Sophie. It’s just… It’s like an addiction,” he said.



“Really?” she asked as she studied him. “Explain it to me.”



“Ever since Richard started hitting on you, it’s been there in the back of my mind, something that I couldn’t shake…” he started.



“Wait, when he started hitting on me?” she asked him. “Like you were thinking about it before I even went to the party with him?” Shit he actually hadn’t even meant to admit to that, but obviously she would have thought that it started when he watched them together. He momentarily considered trying to backtrack but he knew he needed to continue with the unabridged honesty.



“Y-yeah,” his voice cracked, “It was like something that would force itself into my mind even when I tried to forget about it. At first, I hated how much it turned me on, thinking about men hitting on you. Especially a man who shouldn’t have any chance with you. When he asked you out I thought I could just have a little. A taste of it without anything more happening. But I guess, like any addiction, once I had a taste of it, I couldn’t say no. I saw you with him after the party and when he offered money it was… like an excuse.” He knew he was telling her everything but he owed it to her and she seemed to be doing her best to understand.



“Why does it turn you on so much?” she asked as she studied his face. When he hesitated she reassured him. “I want to understand, James. So much has happened. I just want to try to understand what you’re going through because, honestly, I’m not sure I even understand what I’m going through.”



He tabled his questions for her for a moment, wanting to finish his thoughts before the words left him. “I read about it. When I first started having the thoughts, I mean. It’s apparently pretty common for men to fantasize about it,” he explained. “They think it’s because of how, like, taboo it is and I think part of it for me definitely is. I mean look at you. You’re gorgeous, professional, classy woman and the idea of you with another man, with Richard. It’s just so… dirty. And seeing you with him and the way you reacted. I’ve never seen you like that.” He watched her reaction and noticed her blush as he brought up how she acted with the other man.



“It’s… It’s just different, James. When we make love you make me feel safe, loved. When I was with Richard it was more… animalistic. It was like he didn’t want anything from me but his own pleasure. You don’t treat me that way. And the way he talked to me… I hated it but I hated it even more how much it turned me on,” she admitted to him before taking another big drink from her wine. “Like fuck this guy for calling me a slut, but also I can barely focus because of how good it feels…” she trailed off again. Her profanity surprised him, but it was surreal to hear her talk about it like this. When they had talked about it after her first night with Richard, it had been shame, guilt, regret. After the poker game they had some of the most intense sex of their marriage and then acted like nothing had happened for a day. Now she was telling him what it felt like, what she experienced in those moments without trying to hide it from him out of shame.



“It seemed really intense,” James said coaxing her along.



“Yeahh… When he first started, I tried to fight it. I tried to just focus on getting through it but everything about it. The way he talked to me, about me. And how big he was…” she said, shooting him an awkward glance to gauge his reaction before continuing. “It just built and built and then the release was so powerful.”



“I saw. Both times,” he said, making his wife blush again. “The second time was something else.”



“By that point… it was so… overwhelming that it was like I was watching someone else do those things. And say those things,” she told him, acknowledging what she had agreed to in the heat of the evening. “I mean it barely registered in the moment. It was just like, I needed to say whatever he wanted so it wouldn’t stop before I got there.”



“Would you really have sex with him at work?” he asked her point blank.



“No. I mean. I don’t know. I didn’t even really think about it when I said yes that night. It wasn’t like I thought it out while he had me bent over on the sofa, James,” she said defensively.



“Have you thought about it now?” he asked her. He had to know while they were in this moment of complete honesty.



“I thought he would try something the first time he came in after that night and it was such a relief when he left without trying anything. I think… I think I didn’t trust myself being alone with him after that night,” she admitted. “And I didn’t think I could talk to you about it.”



James felt his stomach drop as he listened to her. It made him feel terrible that she had been so worried about it and felt like she couldn’t talk to him about it.



“You can talk to me about anything, Soph. Anything,” he stressed.



“I know but I was afraid that if I brought it up to you, that- that you would want me to. It was all so much and I couldn’t get it out of my mind how you looked at me while you watched us. I’d never seen you like that. You looked at me like he does. Like Richard does,” she explained carefully.



“Looked at you how?” he asked, trying to imagine it.



“Hungrily. Like the lust was completely overtaking you while you watched. Like it was devouring both of us,” she said. It was obvious to James how much time she had spent thinking about all of this as she explained it.



“With everything that’s happened, maybe it has,” he admitted before they both fell into silence for a few minutes. The sun had gone down now and the air was getting cooler. James was watching a firefly in the distance as he thought about everything his wife had said. This time, it was Sophie who broke the silence.



“So where does this leave us?” she asked her husband.



“I think that as long as we can be this honest with each other, we’ll be okay,” he said, shoving away a moment of guilt for not telling her about the group text with the other men. It was a small white lie, he thought.



“What should I tell Hank?” she asked him, deferring the decision to him but leaving the door open for him to tell her to go.



“What if we just start with drinks?” he suggested. “If you want to,” he added quickly. Sophie studied him like she often did, trying to see his inner thoughts before answering.



“We’ll start with just a drink,” she agreed, “Dip our toes in rather than cannonball into the deep end.” James nodded his agreement as he thought about the fact that the last time they had agreed she would just serve drinks, and look how that ended up. James couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement over the possibility.



“Ready to go in?” he asked her as he stood up.



“Not just yet,” she answered him with a smile. He took his empty glass and went inside, leaving Sophie with her thoughts. After doing the dishes, he went to the bedroom to change into something more comfortable than the khakis and polo he wore to work. He was slipping on a t-shirt when he heard it.



BUZZ. He looked over at his phone on the dresser and felt his heart skip a beat. He walked over and grabbed it. A message from Hank to the group. It was a screenshot with Sophie’s answer.



“I’d love to. Tell me when and where.”



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James sat on their bed as Sophie did a quick spin for him. She was wearing a flowing, light blue dress that ended a few inches above her knees. Its neckline showed the start of the swell of her breasts and it had a cut out in the back where it tied together. She had paired it with a pair of nude pumps and had on the sapphire bracelet again that she had worn for her date with Richard but had taken off her rings as they had discussed again. He wondered how Hank would like this outfit compared to what she wore last time.



Sophie looked gorgeous in it, but it was markedly more conservative than what she had worn the first time Hank had met her. Tonight, she looked like the sexy, upper-middle-class professional woman that she actually was, as opposed to looking like a well, a very expensive escort.



“Stunning,” he told her. “Absolutely stunning.”



“I wanted to go with something that said, ‘I’m not actually a whore’,” she explained with a little bit of a cringe.



“I think you nailed it, Soph,” he said with a laugh. “He might be shocked to see you looking so different.”



“You mean in my clothes?” she asked. “It’s just a drink. I’m not going to do anything else without talking to you.” James appreciated her stating it again, even though they had talked about it all in even more detail after their big heart-to-heart. They had agreed that they would explore things together as long as they were both completely on board.



“I guess that is sort of what I mean,” he said. She shook out her hair again, making sure she got it just right. He wondered again if he was crazy for letting her do this, but honestly, as he watched her body move around in the flowing dress, he didn’t care.



He reread the last few messages from the group. Hank had been bragging all week about how he had a date with her to get drinks after she got off work on Friday. The reactions had ranged from Cliff’s jealousy to Arthur’s hopes that they would get some of the play-by-play. Clarence had wished him luck. Richard hadn’t said much, which was interesting. It made James wonder if he was perhaps less thrilled about Sophie agreeing to go out with the other man than expected. James had commented that he was a lucky bastard to see her again, which was a popular sentiment.



Sophie finished putting lipstick on and grabbed her purse. “I’m leaving,” she said, coming over to him and took his hand in hers. “Are we sure about this?” she asked him again.



“Text me updates as you can,” he answered, feeling a little giddy with the anticipation. Sophie looked at him knowingly.



“That excited?” she asked with a roll of her eyes.



“I wish I could come and watch, honestly,” he admitted.



“I think he might notice if you show up every time he sees me,” she laughed. “I’ll keep you updated, but don’t get your hopes up. Just dipping my toe in tonight to see how it goes, right?”



“Right,” he reaffirmed to his gorgeous wife. She walked to the door and slipped out, blowing him a kiss before she closed the door behind her. James immediately tried to picture her meeting Hank for a drink at the swanky bar downtown. The man was younger than most of the other men in the group but he was still probably twice Sophie’s age. The age factor seemed to be something James focused on when he pictured them together.



The man wasn’t bad looking but being so much older than the twenty-six-year-old woman he was with would still draw more than a few looks. What would people think? She could be his ********. Hell, she was friends with Ben’s ******** Nora and Ben couldn’t be far off from Hank’s age. Or would they be too friendly for people to make that mistake? The minutes passed slowly as he waited for Sophie to get to the bar.



BUZZ came the message finally. He expected it to be from Sophie telling him she had arrived but it was actually from Hank.



“It’s showtime, boys,” Hank’s message read. James took a deep breath and decided to make himself comfortable on the sofa with a strong drink in hand as he waited for more texts. The men made a few bawdy responses to Hank but nothing too exciting. Finally, he heard from Sophie.



“Here. I love you,” Sophie said in a text. He waited eagerly for updates, the minutes seeming to take eons as they ticked by. He let his fantasies run wild as he waited, imagining all of the sordid things that could happen quickly enough.



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Sophie walked through the lobby of the hotel. She had never been here before but the bar was easy enough to find. She tried to keep her nerves in check as she looked at everyone she passed worried that there would be someone she knew. She knew that she just hadn’t gotten over Mr. Miller being at the poker game the weekend prior.



Of all of the people to be in the game, it had to be her best friend’s father who had known her since she started college. No chance he wouldn’t recognize her and though she wouldn’t see him all the time, there was a high chance of seeing him in their normal social circle.



She tried to focus on Hank as she walked into the bar and looked around. He was sitting at the bar at the end, already with a drink in hand. Sophie had to admit for a man in his 50’s he was handsome and seemed to be pretty fit. He was wearing a long sleeve white dress shirt without a tie and black slacks. Putting one foot in front of the other, she walked down the bar towards him. She studied him closer as she reached him. He had a little grey along the edges of his light brown hair that made him look distinguished and lines one his face that told her he smiled often.



“Well hot damn you didn’t have to put every other woman in the city to shame just to come get a drink with me,” he said as he looked her up and down, admiring her. “I don’t know how you did it, but you look even more gorgeous than the last time I saw you.” It was nice to have him compliment her in a way that wasn’t as egregious as the way Richard did. She actually didn’t mind Hank at all and hoped that tonight would be easy. He pulled her chair out for her and as she sat, he pushed it back in for her.



“Thank you. You look very handsome yourself, Hank,” she said, returning the compliment. It was strange to be out on a… well, a date, with a man other than James.



“You’re too kind. I’m just glad you had time to meet me for a drink. A woman like you, I’m sure men are fighting for your attention,” he said with an easygoing tone.



“Ha, maybe a few,” she said. Hank was as charming as she remembered as they talked. He asked her about her work and her life. She made sure not to give anything too specific away but tried to tell him things as close to the truth as possible so she could remember it.



He told her about his business. He had started as a ranch hand before he had saved enough to get into cattle where he had been exceptionally successful.



“You still help with the cattle yourself?!” she asked him incredulously.



He responded by showing her the callouses on both hands. “I think that men were made to work with their hands,” he said, “And I enjoy it. So I make sure that I go show those young studs how it’s done every once in a while.” Sophie was starting to relax by the time she finished her drink. She was no longer worried that every new person who walked into the bar would recognize her and see her having a drink with a man who wasn’t her husband.



She reached out and took his hand, feeling the callouses of his rough hands. There was no faking it. He definitely spent time doing manual labor.



“Isn’t it a little dangerous?” she asked him.



“Only if you don’t know what you’re doing, darling,” he said in his country accent. As she released his hand he lowered it and sat it on her knee beneath the bar. Sophie hadn’t expected it and had to stop herself from reflexively pushing it away. As their conversation continued, he left it there for a minute, buying Sophie a second drink for the evening. Subtly he started moving the hand but not far. She had shaved this afternoon and she knew that her skin was silky smooth in contrast to the rough hand that was resting on her knee. She watched him carefully as they talked and she knew he was enjoying the contact.



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A few more minutes passed, and finally, another text from Sophie.



“Hey, it’s going fine. We’ve just been talking. I came into the restroom to update you. I’ll let you know when I leave in a few minutes and give you all the details when I get home,” she said. James knew this was what they had planned, but it still felt anticlimactic after what had happened the last two times. He couldn’t help but feel disappointed. He finished his own drink and started on a couple of chores to keep his mind occupied. BUZZ.



He eagerly unlocked the phone but it was just a message from Arthur asking about how it was going. Both sides seemed eager to find out more about what was happening between the two. He returned to his chores, passing a few more minutes before he heard the vibration of his phone again.



He rushed over and read the message from his wife. “Leaving. Be home in a few,” she said. He took a deep breath. Only a few more minutes before he would get to hear about what happened. He watched her location on his phone as the Uber brought her home.



The anticipation was killing him as he waited impatiently. He paced a few times and finally he heard the door opening. Sophie stepped in looking just as she had a couple hours earlier.



He couldn’t wait to ask her questions. “Well, how was it? How was he? Did he try anything?” he asked.



“Whoa now, slow down with the interrogation,” she joked as she set her purse down.



“Sorry, I’ve just been on the edge of my seat since you left,” he told her with a smile, waiting for her to be ready to answer his questions. She stepped out of her heels and took a seat on the sofa where James joined her.



“He was, shockingly respectful,” she admitted with a laugh. “We just talked and had a few drinks at the bar. He told me all about his business, where he grew up. He asked me a lot of questions. As if it was a normal date,” she told him.



“Oh,” James said, disappointed after all of the bluster about being able to sweet-talk her. “That’s all?” he asked.



“Mhmmm,” she said as she ran her fingers through his hair playfully before pulling him in to kiss her. James could taste the alcohol on her lips still. He ran his hand up her leg and felt her respond, knowing where this led. He laid her back, following her down with his body on top of hers as they continued to kiss. When they broke apart she spoke again.



“Oh, and he asked me to go up to his room with him afterwards,” she said with a little smirk at him.



“What?” he asked, his mouth suddenly dry.



“Mhmmm, I told him not tonight,” she said. Not tonight. It implied maybe another night she would let him. I bet Hank loved that even if it wasn’t what he wanted today. His hands were all over his wife, under her dress as he kissed her again.



Sophie reached down and started trying to unbuckle his belt. He paused kissing her to help her get it undone. “How did he take that?” he asked.



“Pretty well. Since I told him I’d love to but I couldn’t tonight,” she whispered to him as she got the buckle undone and quickly unbuttoned his pants. “That is, if that’s something you’re okay with,” she whispered into his ear as she unzipped his pants.



James felt like he was in heaven as he and his wife made passionate love right there on the couch while he fantasized about her with Hank. He heard the buzzing of his phone as he pushed himself into his wife, knowing that all of those men would be envious beyond belief knowing that tonight she was all his.



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“I’m so glad your back is feeling better Mrs. Wilson. Just keep doing those home exercises like we talked about and it’ll keep feeling better. I’ll see you next week. Have a great afternoon!” Sophie said to the elderly patient she had just finished a session with.



She walked back to her office in the back, hoping to knock out the rest of her notes quickly since her last appointment of the day had canceled. She wanted to get home to have time to pick up before James got home.



They had spent most of the weekend in the bedroom after she went out with Hank. James couldn’t seem to get enough of her and her own libido seemed to be on fire. She didn’t know how long it would stay like this but she was enjoying it for the moment and she wasn’t sure if James was going to come home this afternoon and want to drag her back into bed.



“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” a booming voice said from the door to her office. She spun around in her desk chair but she already knew who it was. There was no mistaking his voice for anyone else.



“Richard, what are you doing here? You don’t have an appointment today,” she said warily.



“No, I just came in to see you,” he said. “Your husband dragged you out the other night before I got to keep my promise.”



Sophie felt herself swallow hard, knowing exactly what he was talking about. She remembered exactly what he had told her before the poker game.



“Do a good job tonight and I’ll fuck you until you can’t remember your husband’s name,” he had said. It wasn’t the kind of line you forget about and it was something that Richard had clearly intended to do before she and James rushed out suddenly.



“This is my work, Richard,” she said, keeping her voice down so that the girl working the front desk wouldn’t overhear anything. “Keep your voice down so she doesn’t hear you. Or better yet, just go.”



He stepped toward where she was sitting and she reflexively leaned back away from him as he towered over her. “You go out with Hank the other night but now you don’t have time for me, sweetheart?” he asked her.



“You don’t own me, Richard,” she told him defiantly. “I can do what I want.”



“Tell the front desk girl to go home,” he ordered her.



“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she said, worried as she saw the hungry look in his eyes again as she looked up at him. His large frame was completely blocking any view out of the office.



“We both know you want it,” he said as he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out right in front of her face. He was only half hard and it already looked enormous this close to her face. She felt herself blush as she looked at it. It was so big and she vividly remembered how it had felt, but she had told James she wouldn’t do anything without talking to him.



“I can’t,” she said but even she felt like her answer was unconvincing. Her eyes remained glued on it as he started slowly stroking himself. It just kept growing, fatter and longer. Neither of them was speaking as she sat in front of him, watching. He moved a step closer to her, bringing the tip of his cock so close to her that the tip brushed ever so slightly against her bottom lip.



“I can’t,” she said even less convincingly than before. She could tell from his body language that Richard was losing his patience. He stared at her for a few seconds and then his large, rough hand reached out and grabbed her by the hair. It wasn’t forceful, but it wasn’t gentle either as he forced her head forward.



Sophie knew she needed to talk to James but a moment later she found Richard’s cock pushing its way into her mouth and she opened her lips to let it in.



“Ughh, shit. That’s it,” Richard groaned as he held her head with one hand and started pumping his cock into her mouth. She had never liked blowjobs but this was hard to even call a blowjob as Richard was holding her head in place and driving his cock in as deep as he could get it. She put a hand on each of his hips as she tried to brace herself to have a little control of how deep he was going.



“I told you that first night that I was going to fuck you here, didn’t I?” he asked. It was rhetorical since the only response he got was the sound of slurping as his cock gagged her. Sophie was just focusing on keeping her gag reflex in check as Richard seemed to be doing his best to determine if she had a limit. This was so fucking degrading, Sophie thought to herself. Richard took his phone out and held it above her face as if he was taking a picture. She couldn’t really protest in her current position though.



“You’ve been missing my big cock huh? I could tell the other night that your husband hasn’t been taking care of you properly. You wanted it bad that night,” he said as if he was trying to taunt her. Sophie’s eyes were watering, and she couldn’t keep it up forever because it was hard to breathe, but damn it if she wasn’t feeling herself getting wet even as his comments made her angry.



Finally, needing to breathe, Sophie pushed him away, giving herself a foot or so of separation so she could speak. “Richard, I have to ask James,” she managed to get out between panting breaths as she tried to catch her wind. It felt like she was asking the man for permission to ask her husband if it was okay. It seemed doubtful that Richard cared about James’ answer.



“Then fucking ask him,” Richard said, letting go of her hair. She stood and went around him quickly out of the office. A quick look toward the front to make sure nobody was too close and then Sophie dialed James on her phone. It rang for a minute but he didn’t answer. She tried again, still it rang until it went to voicemail. James should almost be done with work, she thought. She tried one more time and again the same.



She typed out a quick message to him. “Hey, Richard showed up to my work. I need you to call me back.” Sophie took a few deep breaths to center herself. She couldn’t let the man walk all over her like that again. But she needed James to answer her. While she waited, she decided to at least deal with one problem. She wiped her eyes and walked to the front, poking her head into the foyer.



“Hey Jess,” Sophie said to the front desk girl. “Why don’t you just head home early? I’ll lock up here.”



“Are you sure?” the girl asked, unsure but happy about the chance to leave early.



“Yeah, I’ve got it. Go ahead and get out of here. I’ll see you tomorrow,” she told her.



“Okay, thanks!” the girl said as she got her things together to get ready to leave for the day.



Sophie watched her walk out and once she was out of sight, she walked over and clicked the door locked. She hated herself for wanting the feeling of him being buried in her, stretching her out but it was there and she couldn’t deny it to herself. She knew she needed to work on control though. She took a minute, hoping that James would answer her before she returned to her office where he was waiting.



When he still hadn’t read the message she resolved that she would tell him he had to leave. She couldn’t do this without James’ blessing. She walked back into the office where he was sitting there in her chair with his cock still out.



“Well what did that husband of yours say?” he asked. Sophie didn’t like how he taunted them and she didn’t like the smug attitude the man had about everything. She had regained some of her composure and felt like she had a handle on herself. She hated how badly she wanted this asshole inside her again, to let him take her, to give her an orgasm so intense that she almost passes out.



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James walked out his meeting with the assistant principal and felt himself relax. Another solid performance review meant he would be safe from the effects of any budget issues for the county. He strolled back to his classroom, enjoying knowing how appreciated he was by the administration. Once he unlocked the door and propped it open for the last hour of the day. He took a seat in his chair and opened the drawer, fishing out a stack of ungraded papers he needed to finish.



Things were really on the upswing. Work was good, they had more money than he had ever expected, and now he and Sophie had been going at it like rabbits the last few days. It seemed that even with just the teasing of her getting a drink with Hank had been enough to fuel a weekend worth of passion. Hank had sure bragged a lot about how she had agreed to see him again sometime while all of the others had ribbed him for not closing the deal already. James had enjoyed reading those again between rounds in bed with the woman they all wanted so badly.



He had left his phone in the drawer during his meeting. Now as he picked it up to get to the papers, he saw three missed calls from Sophie and a slew of text messages. Concerned, he opened Sophie’s first and read it. Richard. James felt a mix of anger at the man’s boldness with his wife and desire as he thought about what could happen.



“Oh shit,” James said and quickly covered the screen with his hand until he could get up and run over to close the door to his room. He put his back to the door to keep it closed and looked at the picture again. The picture was from above as it looked down on Sophie with a fat cock in her mouth. Her emerald eyes were only halfway open with her mascara already running. A large hand was wrapped up in her hair. No mistaking that mitt for a hand.



He must have taken too long to answer her, he thought. He knew they had said that he had to agree before, but fuck the picture was so hot and so slutty.



Cliff had responded to it, “Holy fuck. Is that right now?”



“Yeah,” Richard had answered just a minute before. Messages were still coming in as James tried to read the ones he had missed.



“Hank, looks like you got shorted on this one,” Arthur said.



“I told you she didn’t care about how charming you are,” Richard said in another message.



“Goddamn,” was all Hank said in his message.



“I never would have imagined her being such a slut,” Ben said in one of his rare messages to the group. He was by far the least active of the group and it made James very nervous when he joined the discussions about Sophie. “If I had known, I would have had her doing that all the time when she was in college,” Ben said in a second message.



“Fuck, talk about regret. I don’t know if I could live with myself knowing that I missed that opportunity,” Cliff said.



“More?” Arthur asked.



He dialed his wife and waited a moment while it rang.



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“Richard, you nee-,” she stopped as her phone started ringing. Sophie looked down to see it was from James. “To give me a minute.” She finished, stepping out of the office again.



“James, thank God,” she said with relief.



“Sorry I was in a meeting without my phone,” he said. “What is Richard doing there?”



“He just showed up. He’s being really pushing about wanting something to happen, James,” she admitted to him. “I need to tell you, things have already happened.” She couldn’t keep it from James. He was right. They needed to be completely honest with each other.



“What happened?” he asked her cautiously.



She took a deep breath and told him while he listened in silence. “What do you want to do now, Soph? Do you want to? Do you want to fuck him in your office?” She was a bit stunned by his question but even more stunned hearing her own answer out loud.



“Am I a total slut if I say yes?” she asked him quietly, fighting back the guilt that threatened to make change her mind.



“No, not at all,” he said reassuringly. “It’s so hot even thinking about it, Soph.”



She thought for a moment and smiled. “Okay, but hear me out. I have an idea.” She finished her conversation with James and walked back into the office where Richard was seated.



“Well, what did he say sweetheart?” Richard asked again with his smug look.



Sophie slowly untucked her scrub top from her pants and ran her fingers along the waistband of the pants, pulling them down a few inches to give him a view of the white lace underneath her black scrubs.



“He asked which app you’d like to pay on,” she said with a smile, enjoying the surprise on Richard’s face as the smug look disappeared. It was clear that he hadn’t expected this at all.



“You’re fucking joking,” Richard said in his loud voice.



“Completely serious,” Sophie said as she kept teasing him with the sight of her panties.



“Ha, nah, I don’t think so. I don’t pay for the same pussy twice,” he said gruffly.



“Okay then,” Sophie said, pulling her pants back up and starting to tuck her scrub top back in.



Richard almost growled at her as he watched her put her clothes back in order. “Fuck, fine,” he huffed. She almost laughed out loud watching the man struggle with the loss of control and having to cave so quickly.



“I’ll text it to James,” he said as he pulled his phone out and typed for a minute before putting it up. “Now come over here.” The large man was still sitting in her office chair, leaned back with his pants undone and his large cock sticking up in the air where he had been stroking it to keep it at attention.



“Not yet,” she said. “You have to pay first.” His face contorted even more. She was getting a serious amount of enjoyment out of this game. Instead of him making demands, she would be the one making the rules today. “Text James what you want and he’ll send you the money request,” she said as she took a step closer, “but be specific. And once you pay, then you’ll get what you want – but you have to take a picture and send it to James.”



Richard stared at her incredulously before he answered. “I want you to get on your knees and suck my cock,” he said forcefully.



“Then tell James that and see what the price is,” she said, gaining confidence by the second. The man typed as quickly as he could on his phone and hit send. A minute later, his phone dinged.



“Hmmph,” he grunted as he looked at it. “There. Paid,” he said as he showed her the screen for confirmation. If she was going to let him get what he wanted then she wanted to be sure that he was the one who had to beg for it. She dropped to her knees in front of him and grabbed the base of his cock to steady it while she wrapped her lips around his shaft and started sucking his cock.



Sophie couldn’t believe she was doing this in her office at work of all places. God she felt so slutty but as twisted as it was, she sort of liked feeling this way. She looked up at his phone as he took a picture of her for her husband.



Her twenty-six-year-old mouth worked up and down his shaft, drawing groans from the older man as he focused on enjoying it. She didn’t take as much in her mouth as he had forced in earlier but it was still significantly tougher than when she did this for her husband. Richard’s girth was no joke. Sophie gave it her all, doing her best to get him ready for what he would want next. She wanted him so horny that he would agree to anything that James demanded.



“Damn, bitch, you’re too good at that,” Richard told her as he watched her work. “Take that shirt off and let me see those tits again,” he ordered her. Sophie didn’t take her mouth off of his cock but pointed with her free hand at his phone that he had set on her desk.



“Fuck, really?” he asked.



“Mghmmhmm,” she managed to moan around his cock. He grabbed his phone and fired off another text to her husband while she kept going. A minute later he confirmed to her that he had paid the next amount. With that, Sophie put her arms up and let him pull her scrub top off. He flung it aside as she undid her bra and dropped it.



“Fucking hell,” he said as he grabbed one of them while she took him back in her mouth.



“Picture,” she said quickly before licking the tip of his cock again. He took a picture of her again, this time with her topless on her knees.



It wasn’t long before he could tell he was getting antsy for more though.



“You ready for my cock?” he asked her. God was she. She could feel how wet she was and wanted nothing more than to let him fuck her, but that wasn’t the game.



“Mhmmm,” she moaned as she took a breather, stroking him with her hand while she looked up at him.



“Come up here,” he said, pulling her to her feet and pulling down her scrub pants to reveal the white lace thong she was wearing. His impatience was palpable as he pulled the thong down roughly. She kicked the thong off of her foot and it landed on the corner of her computer screen.



Richard’s hands grabbed her by the waist and pulled her until she was straddling him in her chair. “No, not for free,” she said as she kept her hips up off of him, out of reach of the cock that was searching for her opening.



Again, the man seemed to have thought she would have forgotten herself and seemed frustrated that she had kept to her word about him having to pay for what he wanted. He sent the message and a moment later his phone dinged again. He showed her the payment he had sent James and she lowered herself a little, feeling the head of his cock split her lips as he was about to enter. It didn’t feel right though. Shit.



“Do you have a condom?” she asked him with panic, remembering herself at the last moment. She couldn’t believe that she had forgotten something that important. She wanted to feel him push inside her so bad but that shit how could she have forgotten that?



Richard laughed at her. “No, I paid for it. I want to feel that pussy today,” he said gruffly.



Sophie tried to move off of him but he held her in place. “I’ll pay extra,” he told her, holding her where she was with one hand while he typed with the other. “Let’s see what James says it’s worth.”



“Richard, I’m not on birth control,” she told him. He didn’t answer as he continued to type. After he hit send, they both waited as his cock continued to tease her opening. Seconds felt like an eternity. Hell, maybe it wasn’t that big of a risk, she thought. She could get something for an emergency but then she thought about how many times James had emptied himself into her over the weekend, they could already be pregnant. This was just too unexpected today.



Richard leaned forward and took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked on it. Uh, this was torture to wait. His cock was so close, she thought as she closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling. She lowered her hips down an almost imperceptible amount, letting the tip press harder at the opening, not quite stretching her to make its way in.



DING. James had responded. She opened her eyes and saw the ear-to-ear grin on Richard’s face. “Looks like we have a deal,” he said. He turned the phone toward her and she looked at it. He had paid what James had requested. She looked for the tag to make sure and shit, Richard had tagged it as “no condom.” James had given her permission but it still seemed like a terrible idea.



“Ohhh,” she moaned as Richard used his hands to rub the tip of his cock against her pussy. She needed to feel him inside her. She needed it now but she still wanted to be careful if she could.



“But you have to pull out when you cummmm,” she moaned as he pushed his way inside of her, stretching her in a mix of agony and bliss. Working its way into the deep part of her that James just couldn’t reach.



“God damn,” Richard said as he started guiding Sophie’s hips up and down. Making her take his cock in the rhythm that he wanted. His large hands gripped her tightly, moving up to her sides. They felt huge compared to her slender waist as they wrapped around her. She couldn’t get enough of that feeling of him being inside of her.



She could feel it building in her, the heat, the pleasure as she rode him in her office. His cock was hitting the perfect spot as she could feel herself losing herself to the feeling. All she could think about was reaching that peak that was coming.



Up and down bounced, her breasts bouncing with the rough pace. She was getting closer. “I knew you’ve been needing this. You’ve been thinking about it, haven’t you?” he asked her.



Sophie didn’t know why. She just couldn’t seem to stop herself from answering him.



“Mhmmm, yeah,” she moaned as she bounced a few more times on his rod. After all it was the truth. She had thought about it more times than she wished to admit.



“I bet you think about it when you’re with your husband, wishing it was mine,” he said, taunting her again. This time, she managed not to answer him. Richard responded by wrapping his arms under her legs and lifting her up, laying her on her back on her desk. He pushed her legs open wider as he took a more dominant position. She was lying on top of the papers on her desk as he started driving into her from a standing position, fucking her hard.



Every time he thrust into her, she was being pushed back into the computer screen. He was merciless as he kept up the same powerful pace that he had the first time and she couldn’t have resisted it if she had wanted to.



“I’m going to cum,” she told him. “Don’t stop.” He smiled and obliged, pounding her on the desk she used every day at work. Fucking her like a slut while her doctoral degree looked down from the wall on the sinful display. But it was so fucking good. That’s when she noticed that he was taking another picture of her.



“Don’t worry, I’m getting my money’s worth today,” he said as he grimaced with the effort. She hoped that James enjoyed the pictures as much as she was enjoying it.



“Yes, yes, yes” she panted before her release. “YESSSSS,” she moaned loudly as she came, letting herself enjoy the moment, all of her guilt a distant memory. Anyone in the building would have heard her, but thankfully, they had the whole place to themselves.



Richard didn’t let her enjoy the post-orgasm moment, though. He picked her up off the desk and carried her out into the gym.



“What are you doing?” she asked him, confused as he set her down on her back on one of the workout benches in the middle of the gym. He pushed her legs back with his hands, giving him an incredibly deep angle to drive into her as he bottomed out in her.



“Oh, OH, shit. Richard, it’s so deep! Oh God,” she had her hands on his belly to try to keep him from going too deep but it didn’t matter. He was making her take every inch every single thrust and he was thrusting hard into her. As she started to get acclimated to the new depth she could feel the tension relax and the pleasure start to pick up again.



He was fucking her so hard but God it felt amazing. She knew if he could keep it up she was going to cum again soon. Richard dutifully managed to get the phone out again and take pictures as she had told him to so James could see everything.



“Shit!” Sophie exclaimed as she suddenly slipped off the side of the bench as his thrust hammered into her. She fell halfway to the ground before he caught her. Richard lifted her easily, manhandling her like she weighed almost nothing. He didn’t put her back on the bench but carried her effortlessly in the direction of the front foyer.



“Richard, no!” she said, realizing what he was doing. “People can see through the windows!”



He set her down on her feet and bent her over the reception desk, looking out at the parking lot through the tall windows in the front. Anyone who walked close by could see them and it was just a matter of time. She felt his large hand wrap around her ponytail, firmly gripping her golden blonde hair. Her breasts were pressed against the paper calendar that the front desk girls used to make appointments before they went into the computer system.



“Richard, not here - Ohhhhh,” her protest morphed into a moan of pleasure as he buried himself back into her from behind, filling her up again in that way that she had been craving so badly all these weeks. He started fucking her hard while pulling her by her hair back onto his cock like he had last time. Her ponytail made it even easier for him this time.



He was merciless as he rammed it into her again and again. “You were saying?” he asked her but she couldn’t answer him. The feeling of his cock inside her was overwhelming. She could barely think at all as she felt the build-up again. The only sound in the room was the slapping of their bodies together as the older man took her from behind. She couldn’t see him behind her but she heard the click of the camera on his phone and knew he was taking another picture.



“When you come to work from now on, I want you to know that I fucked you everywhere you look. I fucked you on your desk,” he told her, “I fucked you in the gym.” His thrusts were even more frantic as he talked to her. “And I’ve fucked you right here.” She felt so dirty as he said it. It was like he was marking his territory, but she still struggled to believe he had her bent over the front desk of the clinic she had worked so hard to get.



“So when your husband, or Hank, or whoever fucks you next, I want you to remember whose pussy this is,” he told her without stopping.



“Ohhhh,” she was so close now as her hands spread out over the desk, gripping the front of it until her knuckles turned white.



“Tell me whose pussy it is,” he demanded from her.



“It’s yours. It’s yours,” she let out. Sophie hated it, but at this moment, it was true. It was so wrong, though, so… so… she never finished the thought as she came hard for the second time of the afternoon.



Her legs trembled as she felt everything tighten. A surge of pleasure spread out through her body and she felt her vision get blurry and her mind go blank. When the pleasure stopped she felt almost numb, barely aware that the old man was still pumping inside of her at a frantic pace.



“Ughh,” Richard moaned, bringing her back to reality.



“Wait, you have to pull out!” she said as she turned to separate herself from him. She was a split second too late as she felt his hot cum shoot deep inside her womb. His cock slipped out of her as she moved away from him in a panic. The second rope shot across the desk.



“Shit, Richard,” she said as she looked down between her legs, regaining her sense of what was going on. She looked out the window and realized again that anyone walking by would see her standing there completely naked with cum dribbling between her legs. She hurried and pulled him by the arm into the back, out of view before that happened.



She grabbed her scrubs and went to the bathroom, doing her best to clean herself up and get as much of his misfire out of her as she could. By the time she came back out, he was fully dressed and about to leave.



“I hope your husband enjoys the pictures. Let me know when you want to take some more,” he said, giving her a wave and heading out without another word.



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James still stood with his back to the door of his classroom, eyes fixed to his phone. Nothing else in the world mattered at this point.



It had been so hot messaging Richard back and forth, knowing what the man wanted and getting to demand the price. All he knew was that they would have a very nice vacation on Richard.



Then he got to watch as picture after picture of Sophie came to him from Richard. Her blowing him in her office, her getting fucked on her desk, even out in the gym. He studied the pictures as they came in, trying to piece it all together. It was so unbelievably fucking hot. She looked like a goddess in the photos, better than anything he could have imagined.



He had texted Sophie again but she hadn’t answered yet. It had only been the pictures from Richard so far, but now the show seemed to be over and he was eager to know more about what happened. He sat down at his desk with only a few more minutes before his last class of the day.



His phone vibrated again. Another text from Richard, but it was to the group chat and when he opened it, it was a video. His heart started racing and he felt his cock pushed to the extreme of how hard it could get.



He played the video. In it, Sophie was bent over the desk in front of Richard while he held her ponytail in his fist, fucking her from behind. She looked incredible. Her athletic ass was bouncing with the rhythm of his thrusts as his cock disappeared into her again and again. Her slender midsection made her ass look even more exaggerated in the video.



“So when your husband, or Hank, or whoever fucks you next, I want you to remember whose pussy this is,” Richard’s booming voice said. James swallowed hard as he strained to listen.



In the video, Sophie moaned and gripped the front of the desk as he saw the tell-tale signs of her about to have a powerful orgasm. Richard, however, wasn’t done talking.



“Tell me whose pussy it is,” he demanded from her.



“It’s yours. It’s yours,” his wife let out in a desperate voice. He knew how she lost herself in these moments but damn, Sophie, he thought.



“Wait, Richard, her fucking HUSBAND?!” Cliff asked. James felt himself stiffen. Fucking Richard. That fucking bastard was going to fuck this up for them.



“Well fuck me then, I guess,” Hank said in another text.



“But honestly, who cares. I gotta have a turn with her!” Cliff added a second later.



“Wow. Just wow. She’s gotta be a pro, right?” Arthur asked.



“I think it’s well past due that I also get to know her better,” Ben said. “I’ve been dreaming about that body for years.”



James could do nothing but watch as messages poured in from the men.