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Katie had always kept her auburn curls trimmed neatly. Tonight, I could see the outline of her slit clearly, reading the tight-lipped furrow through her thatch. Were the hairs cropped closer? Was it narrower than I remembered?

I ran my tongue along her engorged labia, feeling the soft skin part as I prodded. When she got aroused, she blossomed and her pink folds emerged, opening beneath my mouth. I dragged the flat of my tongue up, crossing her slippery hood. Her body jerked. She gasped, catching herself before she could make more noise.

Katie loved oral attention, so I lavished it upon her until she was near breaking point. Then I introduced my fingers and that sent her over the edge. She was wet enough that I easily slid two into her, twisting them until my knuckles touched her trimmed pubes.

“Uh, yes...” she hissed, bucking up and squeezing my face between her thighs.

When I came up for air, she was still shuddering from the aftershocks of her climax. I rolled her gently onto her side and slid in behind her.

“You taste so good,” I whispered as I guided my cock between her thighs.

“Thanks for that,” she mumbled.

We began a slow screw, me spooning her from behind, her still recovering. I gently squeezed her breasts, staying away from her nipples, which I knew would be hyper-sensitive right now, and just enjoyed the sensation of sliding in and out.

I thought of Chloe again, and wondered if she’d been like Katie once: innocent, pure...she’d said it was her husband’s idea at first, to go out and get hit on by strange men. Would Katie like doing something like that?

“Someone just had a sexy thought,” Katie sighed, feeling me react inside her. “Tell me about it.”

Could I? How would she react? I decided to tell her the truth—part of it, anyway. “I had a really interesting conversation tonight at Starlight...it was with a couple...well, kind of...” How to phrase this next part? “The guy liked to watch her get hit on by other guys...”

“Oh yeah?” Katie’s voice was neutral. Unreadable.

“Yeah. He’d sit at one end of the bar, she’d sit at the other, and just let the guys flock to her.”

“She pretty?” OK, definitely a little jealousy there. Proceed carefully.

“She never paid for her own drinks,” I said carefully. “It was interesting to watch.”

Katie was contemplative. I continued the gentle in-and-out of my cock and the tender caress of my hand. With my chest lining her back and our legs bent as one, we were as close as a couple could get. I only wished I could see her face, rather than have mine buried in her copper mane.

“You said you talked to them?” she said. Again, I couldn’t read her tone.

“Yeah. They told me it was a game they played to spice up their sex life.”

“So they left together?”

My heart skipped a beat. To tell the truth? I felt like I was already one step off the cliff; might as well jump. “No.”

“Wow, I felt that!” she whisper-shouted as my cock swelled inside her. Was she mad? Fuck, had I screwed this one up?

“I’m sorry, I just...it’s just a silly fantasy of mine.”

Katie was quiet once again, her mind racing to process it all, no doubt. “I don’t know what to say...”

“Shh...you don’t have to say anything. It’s not a big deal.”

She hesitated. “Feels pretty big to me.” She giggled a little nervously, lightening the mood. That was a good sign.

“Doesn’t everything I do?”

“Mmm...every time you do it,” she agreed. “I was looking at pictures of us tonight. I love you so much, you know that, right?”

“Of course.”

“We...we need to figure out how to get ourselves out of this rut.”

This rut?
I hadn’t thought about it like that. We were missing one another, sure, but that was just the situation, right?

“But I don’t know if I can do what you are suggesting...”

“Oh, no! I didn’t bring it up to...I mean, it’s just a fantasy. I don’t think I could—” My face burned. I repeated myself. “It’s just a fantasy.”

Katie relaxed in my arms; I didn’t realize she’d been tense. I guess I was, too.

“Thank God.” She laughed in relief. “I don’t think you could handle me doing something like that...I mean, you’ve always been a little jealous and...it was just a surprise to hear...”

“Yeah, just a fantasy,” I reassured. “Although maybe we could try role-playing? Once or twice, you know? Like you and I pretend to be strangers.”

“That could be fun. You could be the bartender, trying to pick up a lonely woman at the bar.”

“Now that would really be fiction.”

Katie laughed. “It better be!” I began to fuck her a little quicker as our conversation changed. “Or, you could be a stranger, slipping into bed with a lonely wife.”

“A little far-fetched, but I like your thinking...”

I let her think. Let her work this one out. “Maybe this is my last night in New York,” she suggested. She’d be there tomorrow. Now she was getting into the fantasy. “And you’re a stranger I picked up at the hotel bar.”

I moved my hand off her breast and clutched her hip. Leveraging inside her, I began to fuck her even faster.

“God, baby, that feels so good,” she whimpered. “A little harder—AH!”

She bit down, stifling the throaty gasp.

This felt so different. So good. My voice trembled. “Did you flirt with anyone else before I picked you up?”

“A couple guys, but you were definitely the cutest.”

Oh God. I wasn’t going to be able to take much more of this. “So you went in there, looking for someone to hook up with?”

She bent forward a little, our skin-on-skin contact breaking as she found a better angle to receive my thrusts. “Honey, uhhh...” she moaned. The sheets whisked beneath our undulating bodies, the friction causing a searing lick of heat along my hip. “No...I never intended to...yes, fuck...I’m married and I’ve never...never...”

“Never been hit on by a stranger?”

“No. Yes. I mean, that happens all the time...”

Christ, she knew how to tease me! I rolled her onto her front and got low between her legs. I fucked her in some kind of flattened out doggy style. Katie buried her face in the pillow, her cries turning more passionate.  

“I’m the first guy who’s ever been successful,” I groaned, plugging my cock harder and harder into her wet slit. Each thrust brought me down hard against the firm surface of her buttocks.

“Yeah... yeah! YEAH!” she cried into the pillow, shoving her ass up into the air as she came. I was right behind her, releasing everything I had into her depths. Was Katie thinking of me as she came? Or the stranger?

Either way, she reminded me, once again, how great she was.

Chapter
3

Two weekends later, Halloween weekend, was one of those rare weekends in which both Katie and I were home at the same time. Mya was only four, so while we’d dress her up and take her out somewhere, she was still too young to stay up late.

As the day approached, I asked off-handedly what kind of sexy costume Katie was going to get. Predictably, she just rolled her eyes and ignored the comment.

“We should go out,” I suggested, feeling compelled to push a little. “Get a sitter to watch Mya when she goes to bed and, I don’t know…”

“Hit some bars?” Katie laughed. “Don’t you think we’re a little too old for that?”

“Only as old as you feel. Come on, it’ll be fun.”

“You just want me to dress up as some sexy nurse or something.”

“Not necessarily. You could go as a sexy ghost, a sexy witch,” I said, ticking each option off in my hand, “a sexy school girl, a sexy—”

“Alright, alright, horn dog! I get it.” At least she was laughing.

“So, sexy horn dog? I don’t know about that—”

Katie rolled her eyes and laughed. “I’ll horn dog you!”

Now would have been a great time to bring up the conversation we still hadn’t had: the follow-up to the night I’d come home from the bar and fucked her as a stranger. But I couldn’t form the words.

The next couple weeks crawled. I knew that Halloween would probably be as tame as ever. Last year, Katie had dressed up as a witch (and not the sexy kind). The year before that, she’d been an elf from
Lord of the Rings
, which was cool, just not erotic. I wasn’t expecting much, but they say hope springs eternal.

More than that, though, I wanted to see Katie step out of her shell again; I wanted to find that vibrant, sexy creature who’d come up with the stranger-in-the-hotel scenario.

I began to hatch a plan.

On Halloween, I made sure to shift my schedules around so that I had to “cover” for one of my managers who wanted to go out with his kids (older than Mya, in the age range when trick-or-treating was a parent-child event). The plan was to meet Katie at Champs-Élysées, an upscale, French-themed bistro-and-bar on the other side of town. I’d learned through my contacts that it had a pretty raucous Halloween party and the age range was in the 30s. Perfect.

Callahan’s (the original location) was packed that night, and I ended up covering bar—or wherever else needed it. Like the rest of the employees, I made sure to come dressed up, my costume being a grim reaper get-up complete with hooded cloak and tall, plastic scythe. I even put a little face paint on, giving me a pallid complexion appropriate for Death.

At 10:00, when I was supposed to be heading out, I texted Katie telling her as much. My plan was to delay a little, let her get there before me and have a chance to mingle, and then arrive. Hopefully she’d loosen up, have a few drinks, flirt with a few guys—the thought alone had my heart going—then I could arrive, pretend to pick her up, and hopefully she’d play along.

I ended up getting delayed for real when we had a fight break out between two guys who’d had too much to drink. I had to wait for the cops to arrive and sort it out, ignoring my wife’s periodic texts of
Where the hell are you?!
until I was finally able to leave.

Sorry, delayed. On the way now!
I texted at last. It was nearly 10:45. By the time I actually got through the annoyingly long line at Champs-Élysées, it was after 11. Not good at all.

The first thing I noticed about the bar was that it was loud. Wall of sound in the face loud. The two story-tall ceilings had something to do with it, sure, but so did the at-capacity crowd. No wonder there was a line. A DJ was spinning something with dance beats and nearly unintelligible French lyrics, and a large portion of the bistro-style joint was now serving as a dance floor.

Everyone was dressed in some Halloween costume. Some were clever—a man dressed as Justin Timberlake’s SNL Dick in a Box, for example—but most were generic. For men, that meant costumes like mine. For women, fortunately, it meant something verging on slutty.

As soon as I was in, I scanned the bar, searching for Katie. There were so many people and so much movement that I wasn’t sure I’d be successful. I pulled my phone out to text her when I spotted her, standing at the corner of the bar on the far side. My jaw dropped.

The pale pink Playboy bunny costume had made it out of the bedroom for the first time in over nine years. She wore it with the bunny ears and the choker collar and bowtie, and as I stepped closer, I noticed that she’d paired it with a pair of tall platform heels that I didn’t recognize.

Not only that, she wasn’t alone.

The guy, dressed as some kind of pirate, leaned close, and whispered something into her ear. His eyes darted down the front of her outfit, where her full tits spilled over the top of the white satin. Katie actually scanned the entrance before answering, looking for me, perhaps? Unbelievably, her eyes passed right by me.

At first, I was confused. Had she not seen me? Or had she read my mind and decided to toy with me a little? I dismissed that one right away, and a second later realized that she probably didn’t recognize me with my grim reaper hood up. With a little bit of hesitation, she nodded to the guy and let herself be led onto the dance floor.

God, her pink, satin outfit was short! Her modesty was only marginally protected by the addition of the ruffled tutu hem.

It was as though someone had just plugged me into the mains. I was barely able to reach the bar. The dense crowd didn’t even register; I may as well have been in an empty room. I ordered a double shot of bourbon, neat, and downed nearly all of it on one go. I moved close enough to watch her shimmy and shake with the stranger, feeling simultaneously sick to my stomach and as turned on as I’d ever been in my life, and judging by her face, she wasn’t even into him! Imagine if she was…

No, not going there. Not tonight. He started to get a little handsy, moving down her back to the taut padding of her buttocks. She removed them promptly, but he was persistent. She needed rescuing and it was time for another “stranger” to help her out.

Wiping the bourbon from my lips, I shoved my way onto the dance floor and tapped the guy on the shoulder. He glanced around at me, shrugged, and decided to ignore my presence. I tapped his shoulder again. “What’s your problem, man?”