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Katie’s hesitation said as much as a confession. My throbbing cock reacted like it was.

“There was a guy,” she said at last.

I pulled her body a little harder into my lap. Her hip rubbed along my groin, where I made sure she felt the stiffness of my cock.

Amazingly, Katie looked surprised. “You’re really not mad?”

“Does this feel like I’m mad?” I could feel her hot skin beneath the thin material of her dress.

“Not any kind of mad I know of,” she giggled.

“So...talk...tell me about tonight. Tell me about this guy?”

“Okay,” she said at last, standing up long enough so that she could reach under her dress and pull off her thong. “But I need you inside of me. Right now.”

After denying both her and me all week long, I was only too happy to oblige. With practiced efficiency, Katie yanked my pajama pants down, took hold of my cock, and straddled my lap. The short dress shielded our union, heightening the buttery smooth sensation of her pussy around my girth.

“I’m not the only one turned on,” I groaned. She was almost as wet as she was after I’d spent myself inside of her. My heart skipped a beat as a thought pierced the veil of my lust. “Am I the first one in here tonight?”

Katie slapped me lightly on the shoulder as she dragged me into her cleavage. “You’re a pervert, Max. You’re the only cock I need.”

I almost said,
We’re not talking about need,
 but held my tongue. “So this guy…was he good looking?”

She moaned softly, riding me in silence for a few minutes. I began to wonder if she was done talking for the night—that the booze and the late evening were finally catching up.

“The salsa club was packed when we got there. Full of really great dancers.” She undulated a few times, remembering. “I mean, it was a true Latin night club. Chloe and I were one of the few white girls there.”

“You’re a great dancer,” I interjected.

“I know, silly! I’m just telling you...so you get the idea. Latin dancing...”

“And Latin men,” I finished for her, catching on.

“Exactly. The kind of men who don’t take no for an answer.”

“That what happened with this guy?”

Her pussy walls rippled around me as I mentioned him. God, her body felt good, alive and warm against me.

“I’ll get to that in a sec. So when we got there, we were instantly approached by guys. Buying us drinks, wanting to dance with us.” She laughed lightly. “It was like going from zero to sixty in ten seconds. Before I knew it, I was doing shots with a bunch of guys before being whisked back onto the club’s floor.”

She paused, savoring the feeling of my manhood slicing into her. “God, you feel so good,” she whispered. “So most of the guys were jerks. I know I’m supposed to like bad boys, right? But I really don’t. Then, we met Julio and Marcus.”

“They were gentlemen?”

Katie burst out laughing. “No way! But they were
great
 dancers. They were also incredibly hot.” Now it was my turn to react inside her. I’d never heard my wife call anyone
hot
before. I didn’t know how to explain it. It’s not that I wasn’t jealous—my blood was boiling with jealousy—but it was such a turn-on, too.

“You told me to let loose, so I kinda did.” Her hair fell across her eyes. She pushed them away and glanced down at me. “I’m going to be a wreck tomorrow. Jesus, I can practically see two of you!”

“Well, when I said let loose, I didn’t mean drink enough vodka to fill Lake Michigan!” I teased.

Katie giggled, but her eyes suddenly got a little serious. “Max, I...” She hesitated. I held my breath. “I love you,” she finished.

God damn it, that wasn’t what she was about to say!

“Turn around,” I ordered, pulling up on her hips. Katie did as she was told, my cock losing contact with her pussy only long enough for her to swivel around and lower back onto it. Facing away from me, maybe it would be easier for her to talk.

“So,” I began, cupping her full and unfettered breasts in my hands, “which one did you dance with most?”

“Julio,” my wife said, her voice barely audible. 

“Did Julio get to touch these?”

“He... yesss...”

My cock lurched inside of her. Jesus! Another man fondled my sweet Katie’s tits! “You let him?”

“Not at first,” she tried to console. “I mean, at first, I thought he was doing it, you know, by accident. Or something.”

“Mmm, or something...” I agreed. “Did you kiss him?”

Her body shuddered as a miniature orgasm flashed through her body. “Uh, God...” she moaned, leaning forward and driving her hips into my lap.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” I chuckled. Christ, how could I be so fucking calm? “More than once?”

“Max, I—”

“More than once?” I cut her off.

“Uh, huh,” she confessed.

I pushed her dress up around her waist so I could gaze at the heart-shaped perfection of her buttocks. They shivered with each backward slap of our skin on skin. “Did you two do anything else you want to confess?”

Once again, I found myself holding my breath. When she recovered from her orgasm and shook her head, I let it out. Disappointed.

Disappointed?!

Then she dropped the bomb.

“Julio wanted...he wanted to fuck me.” She forced the words out. Hips in hand, I began to direct the force of our fucking, taking her faster and faster. I wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer. “I told him I was married, but he didn’t seem to care. He offered to show me how a
real man
did it.”

“Oh yeah?” I said. I reached forward and clutched her shoulder, yanking her body upright. She squealed a little. My cock realigned inside her pussy, each thrust driving harder against her g-spot. I knew she loved this position, and I knew that right now, she wanted it a little rough.

“I knew you’d be mad,” Katie whined, teetering on the edge of a much bigger orgasm than the one previous.

“I’m not mad,” I grunted, snapping the halter top and pulling the red material away from her bouncing tits. Grabbing them, I found her hard nipples and twisted.

“AH!” she cried out before she could stop. She bit down on her lower lip, the subsequent moans muffled in her throat.

“I just want you to remember how this
real man
does it.”

She stretched back against me, pushing her tits into my hands as her hips grinded in my lap. “God, baby, I love you! Fuck me, my real man! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Her quiet cries punctuated each roll of her pelvis.

“Katie,” I whispered, nibbling on her ear. “You were curious, right? About what it would be like to fuck him?”

She didn’t answer verbally. She didn’t need to. She went off like a bomb, shoving her head back over my shoulder as her cunt shuddered around me. She had. She was thinking about it. Right now! She was thinking about Julio’s cock in her pussy. Julio’s hands on her tits.

I came with her, firing the pent up lust deep into her. I pulled her close as I shuddered, squeezing the softness of her breasts. Our bodies shivered and spasmed.

“Are you telling me the truth? Or teasing me?” My throat felt raw.

“In this case, is there a difference?” She kissed my chin gently. “You wanted the truth, right? Yes, I made out with another man tonight. And yes, he told me he wanted to fuck me.”

“And you wished you’d said yes?”

“Sweetheart, I told you, I don’t need anyone else but you.”

“You know that I’d be okay if you had said yes, though, right?” I held my breath as I waited for an answer.

Katie twisted in my lap, her face glistening with perspiration. “Oh yeah, your reaction made that pretty clear. But seriously, you’re the only man for me. We’re just having fun.”

****

Impressively, Katie was downstairs by 9, dressed and ready to hit the farmer’s market with Mya and me. “Good morning, Kates. Didn’t expect you up for another couple hours.”

“And miss this time with you guys? Forget it.”

As we stepped out into the cold, the three of us holding hands on the short walk to the outdoor market, it was hard to believe that the woman at my side was the same one who’d come home to me last night. As she and Mya browsed the root vegetables offered by our local farms, I tried to get my head around it. She was Katie again, wearing a pair of jeans, her white tennis shoes, wool pea coat, and knit hat. Her ponytail escaped the hat, the cold winter sun turning it into shimmering copper. She pulled a couple sweet potatoes out of the pile and placed them on her head, like the horns of a bull, then pretended to gouge the giggling Mya.

That same woman had hooked up with another guy last night? It didn’t feel real. I couldn’t unify the two.

We went to the park after the market, even though it was cold enough to snow and we were the only family crazy enough to be out here when we didn’t have to. Katie and I stood along the perimeter as Mya ducked and dove through the freezing jungle gym like it was the height of summer.

Katie was quiet, standing a couple paces away, watching Mya. She wore a smile, but it looked forced. I sidled up to her, pulling her gloved hand into mine.

“Thinking about last night?” I asked.

Katie shook her head. “I’m thinking about this. What we have right here. I don’t want to lose this.”

“You won’t.”

“Last night—”

“You had fun. I told you to let loose, and I’m glad you did. You need it.”

Katie snorted. “I only need you, Max.”

“Okay.” I snuggled closer, taking a different tactic. “Then you
wanted
it. You’ve been under a lot of stress. Last night was just a way of relieving some of it.”

“I can
relieve
it with you just fine,” she said.

Our breath plumed in soft cloud that mixed before disappearing into the cold air.

“Come on, don’t deny that you didn’t have fun last night. I had pretty solid evidence last night that you did.”

Katie giggled. “Yeah, that’s kind of the problem. I think I had too much fun. I made out with another man.”

I would never grow tired of hearing her confess to that. My cock was awake. My ears were open.

“And you liked it. It’s okay, Katie. I’m okay with it.”

“Explain that to me,” she said—the same words I’d used on Chloe’s husband over a year ago.

“You love me, right?”

She squeezed me against her. “Of course.”

“Would you ever leave me?” I asked. Before she could reply with the obvious answer, I pressed on. “Last night, did it even cross your mind that you’d leave this,” I swept my hand across the vacant playground, “for him?”

“Not once. How could you even ask that?” Katie said.

“I know you wouldn’t. I know the answer to those questions. But I’m making a point. I’m not worried about
us—
about
you
and
me
. What we have is stronger than anything a kiss can undermine. Or even…more…” I petered off, but we both knew where I was going.

“You’d be okay with that? Seriously?”

“Seriously. As long as you were honest with me.” I took a deep breath. This was the core of my fantasy—the one that I didn’t fully understand, but was so intimately familiar with now. “Last night, did he really tell you he wanted to sleep with you?”

“No. He told me he wanted to
fuck
me,” Katie said playfully.

“It makes me crazy hot even thinking that he said that to you, you know that? And…you could have said yes. Like I said, my only request is that you tell me about it. I need to know. That’s how this works.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” She squeezed my hand, and that was that. “So tell me about something else. How’s the speakeasy going? Do you have a name yet?”

I had the inkling of one, but I was still working it out in my head. It wasn’t ready for primetime yet. “Going pretty well. I’ve got the lease signed, although it doesn’t start until March. I’m hoping for a summer opening because those are always the best, but you know how contractors are.”

“Twice as long and twice as expensive,” she said. “Summer would be good, though. Anything I can do to help?”

Mya was storming down the twisty slide, laughing as she tumbled along the ground.

I said, “Help me find a nanny that can keep up with her? If you’re still traveling this spring and summer, I’m going to need some help.”

“That, I can do.”

****

Monday, Chloe called me. I recognized the number, even if I hadn’t programmed her name into my phone—my way of pretending that I hadn’t really set Katie up.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Max.” I’d secretly held out hope that I’d remembered the number wrong. I hadn’t. “Sorry I didn’t call Saturday like I said. Hope you weren’t going crazy for an update.”