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“Why don’t you show me how you kissed him.” Katie bit her lip, making a nice show of being shy. “Pretend I’m that boy.”

Taking a deep breath, she curled her hand behind my neck and drew me close. Our noses touched first. Then our lips. At first, I thought it would end there, lips on lips. She pulled me closer, tightening the innocent kiss.

Then she tilted her head and opened her mouth, prodding me with her tongue. I welcomed her slippery probe with my own as my cock lurched in my pants. She frenched me for a good 30 seconds more before pulling back, eyes averted, her lower lip tucked under a row of white teeth.

“Wow,” was all I could say.

“You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?”

“It’s crazy, but I am,” I said. “Did anything happen after the kiss?”

Katie’s green eyes blazed. “You wish something did?”

“I don’t know...”

“What if I told you
yes
?”

“I’d ask you to tell me about it.” I felt the exhilaration of hitting the peak of a rollercoaster—suddenly, the whole world dropped out beneath me. The cab rolled up in front of our hotel and the driver reluctantly asked us for the fare. He seemed as interested in this story as I was.

When I’d paid up, Katie slipped up next to me, arm in my arm. “This happened in the hotel bar, actually. Just around the corner. I asked him if he wanted to see the view from my room.”

I could hardly breath. I knew it was a story, but the fact that she was really playing along was astonishing. Something out of a dream. We reached the elevators and I surreptitiously adjusted my hard on. “As soon as we were in the elevator, he was all over me.”

Katie smiled as we stepped in ourselves.

“Show me.”

My sexy wife wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me close. This time, the kiss started hard and only got harder. The elevator doors chimed open before I wanted it to end. “Then you led him to your room?”

Katie nodded, taking me by the hand and guiding me down the hall. I lagged a little behind her, enough to check her out. She wore a dark suit, the kind with slacks that hugged her buttocks tightly before opening to a wide leg around her heels. Beneath the tailored suit jacket was a simple, silver blouse that buttoned up to a wide collar.

As soon as the door was shut behind us, I grabbed her from behind, reached around, and tore open the blouse. “What happened next?”

I pulled her braid and kissed along her neck.

“He was so excited. It was his birthday, you see, and he kept saying how this was the best birthday he’d ever had. So I asked him if he wanted to unwrap his present.”

Christ, she was killing me. I turned her around and our mouths devoured one another. She met me with equal energy, her hands fumbling with my clothing as I tore hers off. Beneath the blouse was a lacy black bra. I left it on, along with the thong I discovered beneath her trousers.

“Did he unwrap you all the way?” I asked as she stepped out of her pants.

“No,” she whispered, pushing me back onto the bed. She straddled me, rubbing her panty-clad pussy along my erection. I hadn’t managed to get my own pants off. “No, he wanted me to do the last parts...”

Reaching behind her, she popped her bra off. Her full tits spilled forward, bouncing delightfully on her smooth body.

“Did he like what he saw?”

“Oh, yesss...” she gasped, grinding along my clothed cock. “You’d think he’d never seen a naked woman before.”

“Probably not one as sexy as you.”

“Jesus, Max, you’re so hard!”

She slipped off me and sank between my legs, fishing me out. “Did you blow him?” My brain felt numb for asking, but not my body.

“Do you want me to have?” she toyed, wrapping her slender fingers around my shaft. She gave it a couple strokes.

“Yesss...”

With her eyes locked onto mine, she dipped her head down and took me into her mouth. Up and down she bobbed, warming up to the blowjob. I was fully erect, and Katie carefully eased it back into her throat. Watching those pretty red lips take me to the root—
no, take some younger guy to the root
—was practically enough for me.

“God, you’re so hot,” I groaned as she shifted between massaging me with her throat muscles, and corkscrewing up and down the upper portion of my shaft. Her fingers gently played with my balls, cupping and squeezing them as she worked. She must have felt them rise because before I even knew what was coming, she pulled back enough to catch the first spray of my come in her mouth.

“AH!” I growled, flopping back onto the bed and gripping the comforter hard. I thrust forward, feeding my spasming cock back down Katie’s throat. She gagged a little before she recovered, and cum spilled down her chin, dripping onto her heaving tits.

She kept sucking until I had to push her away. It was too sensitive. “No more, no more!”

Amazing thing was that I was still hard.

Katie blinked at it, too, as she wiped her face clean with my boxers.

“That was... Jesus...” I was sweating and weak, my brain still buzzing. I managed to form a few words. “That was…”

“Good?” She stretched to full height. Katie hooked her thumbs into the sides of her thong and pulled it down.

“I think this is proof that it was good.” I fisted my improbable erection.

“You’re like my birthday boy.” She positioned my cock against her pussy. “He didn’t go soft after I sucked him, either.”

“Really?”

Katie giggled some more. “No, not really! Fantasy, remember?”

“Yours or mine?”

She bent over me and kissed me softly. “Yours, darling.”

“Based on how wet you are, I’d say it’s partially yours, too.”

Katie rolled her eyes. “Okay, maybe your fantasy turns me on a little.” She bounced casually in my lap, lost in thought for a moment. “A couple months ago, I never would have thought of it. Then we had that talk. The night before I left for New York?”

“I remember.”

“That night I was here, in this room by myself...” She hesitated a little, but didn’t stop gently riding me. “Okay, I’ll admit that I thought about it. A little. I couldn’t help it. I wished you were there. To take care of me.”

“I’m sure John wouldn’t have minded.” I hadn’t intended it to be anything but a tease.

Katie stiffened on top of me, her eyes flickering down to mine quickly before she got control of herself. It was gone almost as quickly as it had arrived, but it left me feeling even more stunned.

“Why would you say that?” she asked, her tone controlled.

“Because he likes you. I saw the way he looked at you tonight.”

Katie’s laugh felt forced, but maybe that’s just how I was reading it. “Why would John look twice at me when he’s got Nadia at home. I mean, we’re just friends, and—”

“Katie, Katie!” I reached up and pulled her down to me. I held her head against my shoulder and ran my fingers along the rippled texture of her braid. Even as I soothed her, my imagination was leaping to forbidden possibilities—possibilities that caused my heart to hammer and my gut to twist. Was something actually going on between the two of them? It was so out of left field that I didn’t even feel jealous. I didn’t know what to feel!

“I love you, Katie, baby. You’re incredible. If you have anything to tell me, I’ll understand.”

She didn’t do or say anything for the longest time. I could feel her heart close to mine. It was racing. At last, she snuggled closer to me, kissing my neck and chin. She nibbled down the line of my jaw and across my ear. “Max, I love you.”

“I know.” I prepared myself for a blow. I knew something was coming. I could hear it in the way Katie’s breath caught. I felt it like a warm tingle along my fingertips and in every hair follicle.

She kissed across my cheek, stopping when our foreheads rested against one another and our eyes were inches apart. This close, neither of us would be able to hide a thing.

“Your fantasy scares me, Max. It’s so wrong. So naughty. But I won’t lie.” She took a breath. “Since that first trip to New York, I haven’t been able to get it out of my mind.”

My gut tightened. “And?”

Katie’s eyes shimmered. “And I really did kiss someone.”

Bam.

All the saliva in my mouth dried up. I saw stars. I felt winded. And yet my cock surged inside of Katie’s pussy: a towering demonstration of how fucked up my mind was.

“Just a kiss? Or…”

“Just a kiss.”

I pressed. “Tongue?”

She leaned in and kissed me wetly. “Oh, yes.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I was close, and this time, when I released, I would be done for the night.

“I was afraid. Fantasy talk is one thing, but actually doing it…that’s different.”

“Are you still afraid?” I asked.

I could tell that she was, but like me, she was in love with the fear. “Yes.”

“Me too.”

She nodded, and that was that. The time to talk was over. Now, we needed to feel something base and raw. We needed to feel that love between us.

Katie rose back into a straddle, scooping up her breasts. They looked even larger in her little hands. Together, we began to grind against one another. I watched her smooth lips stretch and pull with each slow fuck. Pure skin-on-skin. I reached up and took charge of her tits.

Katie slid her fingers up to her face, her fingertips playing along her succulent lips. She closed her eyes, moaning with each entry.

We undulated faster. I squeezed the soft flesh in my hands, pinching her nipples harder and harder.

Stiffening above me, she cried out. Her braid whipped down across her back, the tip tickling my thighs. She thrust her breasts to the ceiling, shaking my hands free. I grabbed her waist, holding her upright as I felt myself letting go.

“God! Katie! FUCK!” I cried, releasing my come deep inside her.

“OH GOD!” she moaned, coming harder. Coming with me. “Max! MAX!”

“I love you, Katie,” I croaked as she dropped heavily onto me body once again.

“I love you so much, Max. Thanks for…being you.”

We had all these plans for the next few days: museums to see, restaurants to dine at. We ended up barely leaving the room. We fucked more than we did on our honeymoon. It was straight sex, no fantasies attached, but it was fantastic. I knew she had something on her mind. It took every ounce of willpower not to press it. She had to know I was thinking about it, too. We’d talk when she was ready, and for now, I was fine with that.

Chapter
5

The holiday season was always busy. This year seemed to be on a mission to outdo all the rest.

First, there was work. I came back from New York full of ideas on where to take my speakeasy and I could no longer hold back. I set a goal to pick a location before the end of the year, and on a lark, I looked into Chloe Reynolds’ commercial real estate business. When I called her office (not her), I wasn’t sure if I’d follow through with using them; I’d used a different company for all my previous bars. I was a little relieved when it turned out her group specialized in office space, not food and beverage. It removed the temptation to flirt with that dangerous road.

At home, our childcare situation became unsustainable. We’d been trying to make do without a nanny until Mya went into kindergarten, but she was still only four and it would be almost another year before that was possible. Katie working days and me working nights, on top of all the meetings associated with starting a new business, was spreading us thin. If we kept leaning on my parents to help out, they were liable to disown me by the New Year, so I made some calls and got her on the short list for pre-school starting after the winter break. That would help some. I could get my work done during the day and have my evenings free once again.

Which leads me to Katie and myself. In the weeks following our New York trip, I couldn’t stop thinking about Katie’s confession. Drunk or not, she’d kissed another man. Good Katie. Perfect Katie. If she was capable of that, maybe she was capable of more? The seed of doubt should have made me angry and upset; it should have forced me to confront her so we could work it out before there was any lasting damage to our marriage.

Instead, I got aroused every time. The simple thought that she’d given into her desire gave me a jolt that started at the tip of my little head.

It wasn’t an easy thing to come to terms with. I obsessed over the speakeasy’s design so that I didn’t have to think about it all. I started working more and more from home so that I could watch Mya.

It didn’t help when Katie came home, not even a week after New York, with worry etched all over her face. Throwing herself into a kitchen chair, eyes shut, she announced, “We’re getting audited.”

“We’re getting what?!” As a business owner, this was probably one of my biggest nightmares. One bar getting audited was a pain in the ass. I owned three. I had my bookkeeping in order and nothing to hide, but there was just so much cash exchanging hands that things could get dodgy fast. “Why?”