Conflagration (6 page)

At that moment I realized swapping out my jeans for sweat-pants was a mistake. My penis began to inflate. Tiffany spotted it instantly.

“Oh. Wow,” she giggled.

I ignored her because what the fuck else could I do?

“You can't see him without me, Tiff. We don't know anything about him. I don't want you locked in a dungeon or turned into a skin-suit.”

She only half listened to me. She heard was me agree to seeing him again and then her mind jumped back to that night at the club.

“I know exactly what I'll wear,” she said. “How about this Saturday night, Honey? We could meet him at Hakkasan?”

So Ray was half-right; Tiff did want to see him again but had no plans on keeping it a secret. My girl was honest and forthright. Her excitement was contagious and I swelled a little more. She reached up with a wet hand and gripped me.

“I don't need to ask how you feel about it, do I?” She gave me a squeeze. “Remember how big he was, David? This is going to be so much fun.”

I found it strangely arousing that touching my penis made my wife remember how much bigger another man was. Odd. She pulled down my elastic waistband and lifted from the tub enough to take my semi-hard dick in her mouth, sucking until I was hard.

“Should we talk about rules and expectations or just go in guns a blazing?” she asked.

I wanted her to keep sucking my dick. I wanted this conversation to wait. Instead of answering I took her head with both hands and pushed my penis back into her mouth. She laughed at my cave-man sophistication but got back to work sucking me.

As it turned out, we never did have that conversation.

Saturday night found us once again in a booth, this time at Hakkasan inside the MGM casino. The music blasted, colored strobes flashed, smoke poured from the ceiling, and over a thousand souls, all high as kites on one thing or another, danced. Neither Sodom nor Gomorrah can hold a candle to Vegas.

Tiffany looked crazy-sexy in an extra short black mini skirt and black boots that rose above her knees and a somewhat sheer white halter. Faint areolas were visible whenever the smooth loose fabric rested on her tits. The skirt hugged her ass, accentuating what a bubble-butt she had. Her top tied at the neck and the small of her back and plunged in front almost to her navel. Every move she made revealed flashes of side and under-boob. She'd had her hair and nails done and wore more make-up than usual, but I think that added to her bad-girl mood for the night.

She was nervous, picking at her cuticles. Two empty martini glasses sat on the table as she sipped a third. I, of course, had my tumbler of whiskey.

“Try to relax, my love,” I soothed. She took a deep breath. Truth be known, I was as anxious as she.

The music was loud and everyone was beautiful. Seriously. Especially the women. Playboy mansion has fewer gorgeous women walking around as this place, and Hef's women probably wore more clothing. If I was single, I'd move through this place like a scythe.

I noticed I wore my wedding ring so I removed it and tucked it away. Tiff saw what I did and rolled her eyes.

“Close one,” she said.

“Yeah, although I doubt he'd care. I could be your married brother.”

Her phone lit up and she checked it.

“He's here,” she stated, excited undertones woven through her voice.

We both scanned the club and I spotted him first. He had dressed up too. He wore a dark gray suit, tailored, and a white shirt but no tie. His hair was slicked back and he looked like a movie star. How cute; they'd both dressed up for each other like they were on a date.  

Jealousy rumbled my stomach but I forced it to silence. These table had no tablecloths. There'd be no hand-jobs for pretty boy tonight. Tonight danced and got to know one another better. Tiffany and I had spoken little regarding this evening. Honestly, it felt both of us were a little reluctant to discuss what the evening meant. I resisted the urge to steer or influence Tiff with my own desires, and she seemed to have no preconceived intentions or wants.

But we were nervous anyway.

Chris spotted us and changed direction towards our booth. Tiffany watched him like a hawk and the intensity in her eyes was a little disturbing. He'd put effort in looking good for her and she appreciated it; flattered, actually. Like a carnivore she followed every step he took. Her gaze roamed his body and face and lingered just a half-second longer at his crotch.

I tried to define the look on her face. I settled on a mix of lust, excitement, pride, hopeful anticipation, and naked desire. It is difficult to witness your wife look at another man in this way.

I stood and shook his hand and he came around the table and kissed Tiff on each cheek. I caught a flash of her under-boob. They sat close with Tiff in the middle but about four feet away from me.

Chris asked me how things were and we all talked about work. Tiff made up one lie after another about life in Los Angeles and how she missed her sweet husband. He traveled so much and was gone for so long each time and what could a poor girl do. She laid it on thick but Chris suspected nothing. I knew he was busy telling lies too.

I looked out over the dance floor when movement to the side caught my eye. Chris now had a hand resting high on Tiff's bare thigh. When she did nothing, he discreetly slid it down between her legs and higher. Her head tilted back almost imperceptibly and her lips parted and I knew he'd made contact with her pussy. He was subtle, thank God. After a minute of his manipulations, Tiffany turned her face towards his and tilted her chin. Their lips met and she closed her eyes as they kissed meaningfully.

That kiss made me more jealous then his hand up her skirt. I had to admit they made a striking couple. In many ways she looked better with him than me. I thought he'd go for more and try to free her tits too but he didn't. She held his face as they kissed with real attraction.

After a little while Tiffany excused herself to use the ladies room. Chris stood and she left the booth on his side. Once she was gone he slid around towards me so we could talk but even so we had to raise our voices to be heard.

“She's a Goddess,” he shouted.

“Um, about eleven, sir.” I responded.

“What?”

“Nothing, dumb Monty Python joke. Yes, she is. She always has been. High school was murder. Our dad chased a ton of guys away.”

“I bet. What's her husband like? Does he know she's here, in Vegas, with you? Does he know about the things she does?”

“What things?”

“You know...sex things.”

I laughed. “You underestimate yourself, Champ. You're the one and only guy she's ever done anything like this with. As far as what her husband is like, he's an alright guy, I guess. He knows she comes and stays with me when he goes out of town but I'm pretty boring; he has no idea she's now met you twice. I doubt he'd approve.”

“I'm lucky then.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I got a room at this hotel, a suite, do you think she'll come upstairs with me?”

I turned to look right at him. I had to like the guy. He was as ambitious as he was sincere. I'm sure he talked himself up to Tiff as much as he could but the heart of the man was good. His face was so hopeful. I enjoyed how much he wanted my wife. In an in-direct way it turned me on.

“I'll tell you what, Chris, I'll put in a good word for you. No cock-blocking from me.”

“Oh man, that's great, thanks.” He offered me his hand and I shook it. Truth is stranger than fiction because it fucking needs to be. I shook the hand of a man I knew tried to seduce my wife. Weird. His face lit up and I looked out across the floor and saw Tiffany walking back. She saw our handshake and a coy smile curled the corners of her mouth.

She slid back in the booth on the far side of Chris, so he was now in the middle. “What did I miss?” she asked.

“Not much,” I answered, quickly, before Chris found himself in a chess match with my wife. “Chris wondered about Paul, your husband, and what kind of man he was and then he thanked me for bringing you out to meet him again.”

Tiff looked like she only half believed me but said nothing. She took Chris's hand and put it back under the table and a second later his eyebrows shot up.

“Tell me, David, how did you answer? What kind of man is my husband?”

Tiffany and I locked eyes.

I smiled. “He's handsome, generous, smart, wildly in love with you, so much so that he probably lets you get away with way too much. You're so damn sweet it's hard to deny you anything.”

Her eyes laughed. I knew we had fun at this game but something more happened here. Then I put it together; trip to the bathroom, eyebrows shooting up...my wife no longer wore panties. Chris played with her naked pussy. She watched my face and waited for me to figure it out. I was out-played yet again. God I loved her. She saw understanding dawn in my eyes and chuckled and silently mouthed the word,
Bingo
to me.

“Yes, that sounds about right,” she said. “Everything except the smart. Sometimes I'm not so sure about the smart.” The very end of her sentence turned into a gasp and I knew at that moment Chris penetrated her with a finger. I had it confirmed a moment later when my wife bit her bottom lip and hunched her shoulders. I had to concentrate to keep my composure. Another man fingered my wife's pussy! He learned her tight smooth walls and felt the heat and the wet and I knew he'd never forget this moment. I had to take deep calming breaths through an open mouth. I wanted my whiskey but honestly I was afraid to try to drink it. I was pretty sure I'd choke.

“You're so tight,” I heard him say, his voice tense.

Her eyelids fluttered. She let him spend a little time in there, no doubt driving him crazy, until I actually heard how wet she'd become. She heard it too and, now suddenly self-conscious, backed her hips away, pulling her pussy off his fingers.

“Let's dance,” she suggested. She took his hand and led him from the booth.

On the dance floor he pushed a finger into his mouth. Cliché, true, but it worked on my inexperienced wife anyway. They danced and touched and ground on each other one song after another. It looked obscene but everyone else did it too, including a couple of girl-girl pairs that had the crowd cheering.

Chris and my wife stayed out there a long time. I drank and people-watched, or, more specifically, watched Chris and my wife dance and occasionally mixed in one of the hotties in the club.

They returned to our booth long enough to catch their breath, cool down, have another drink, and then back out they went. Tiffany gave me the once-over to make sure I was okay and I smiled at her. She sweat lightly and the moisture caused her top to cling and become more transparent. She looked so sexy I desperately wanted to fuck her. I knew all this stoked her fire too. As she stepped back she followed my eyes and spotted her visible nipples.

“I might be a closet exhibitionist,” she suggested. “I'm loving this.”

“Me too,” I admitted. “Loving it, not exhibitionist.”

This time I lost them in the crowd. There was plenty else to look at so I was occupied. I suspected Tiffany had taken him out of sight to make-out with him away from me. After an hour the crowd parted and spat them out. They were a sweaty messy-haired wreck, laughing and leaning on each other. This might be the most fun I've seen her have. I'd ordered another round while they were away so they had drinks waiting for them to go along with the drinks they hadn't finished yet.

Tiffany sat in the middle again and all three of us talked and laughed. I noticed Chris tried to catch my eye so when Tiffany looked away I checked on him. He carefully showed me the two room keys in his shirt pocket and seemed to ask if now was a good time. My heart jumped. This felt like such a pivotal moment. I debated maybe three seconds before I gave him a go-ahead nod. He cleared his throat.

“Hey,” he began, gathering our attention. “I have a room waiting upstairs. How about we get away from this circus and someplace a lot quieter and more comfortable?”

Tiffany slowly swung her head away from him to me.

“David? Chris has a room upstairs. That sounds great but my flight home leaves pretty early. I think we should probably call it a night. What do you think?”

Was she backing out? Had she changed her mind? I realized she set me up to knock him down. If I did not want to do this, here was my way out.

“We can't stay all night,” I began, “but it would be nice to take a break from the music. I say we at least go up and have one drink.”

Chris couldn't see her face register surprise.

“Fantastic!” he exclaimed. He owed me one and he knew it.

Tiffany closed her mouth.

“Yes, Chris, that sounds great.  You head on up and my brother and I will join you in a few minutes. I need to talk to him about my flight and my husband. What room is it?”

“1804. I have two keys. Here's one, come up whenever you're ready.”

The young man was so excited he could hardly contain himself. He slid the key across the table to Tiffany, downed the rest of his drink, kissed her cheek and left. She watched him all the way to the exit before turning to me.

“Did you actually miss my hint or are you planning something I don't know about?”