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  No, there was something else to that look. Something in his eyes that said he was enjoying this. That maybe he was even turned on thinking about what I’d done at the office.

  Clint got down on his knees in front of me. He stared up at me, and there was no jealousy or rage there. None of the stuff I would’ve expected from a husband who was upset with his wife for stepping out on him.

  No, there was an intensity there that surprised me. There was a heat to his look that said he was enjoying this. The fact that his cock was tenting out was proof enough of that.

  He was enjoying the fuck out of this. It was a surprising revelation. I’d never heard of a guy who got off on the idea of his wife flirting with another.

  “What’s going on with you?” I asked, staring down between his legs.

  Clint suddenly looked like he was embarrassed about something. He blushed and looked away from me. Normally I’d take that as a sign I was winning the argument, but I was more curious than anything now.

  I stared into his eyes. He stared back at me and it was pretty clear he’d been trying to hide something from me.

  “So do you want to tell me what’s going on here?” I asked.

  “Nothing,” he said.

  “I don’t believe you,” I said.

  “I’m serious,” he said, shrugging. “There’s nothing going on here. I was just wondering why you’re being so weird about what’s going on at your job. You’re not acting like someone who doesn’t have anything to hide.”

  That was enough to send another flush of anger running through me. I hated that he was acting like I had something to hide, but more than anything I was ashamed because I knew there was something I was trying to hide.

  I mean it’d been nothing more than a little bit of flirty fun. That was all. It’s not like I’d done anything wrong, but that didn’t change the fact that I was sitting here with my husband right in front of me thinking I’d done something wrong.

  I took a deep breath, and let it out in a long sigh. We were at an impasse here, and I was curious enough about that hard lump between my husband’s legs that I was willing to do something that might not be a great idea just to find out if I was right about that lump between his legs and what it meant.

  “I was flirting with Peter before I left work today,” I said.

  I watched my husband for his reaction. I figured if I’d read the situation totally wrong then there was a good chance I’d just said something that was going to spell the end of my relationship.

  If I was right then there was something else going on here. Like he was actually getting turned on by the idea of me flirting with Peter.

  Clint’s reaction was interesting, to say the least. He stared at me like I’d just socked him in the gut. He licked his lips, his eyes darting back and forth as he searched for some sign that I was bullshitting him, some indication that I was full of it.

  Only he must’ve seen the truth there in my eyes. I’d been flirting with another man today, and it’d been fun. I was admitting it to my husband, for all that it felt crazy.

  He stared at me, and I nodded. It was all the confirmation he was going to get, but it was more than enough. He took in a sharp breath, and when he let it out it was like a death rattle. I wondered if it was the death rattle of our relationship.

  “I’d really like to know what you’re thinking right about now,” I said.

  He shook his head. He let out a sound that was somewhere between a groan and a cry for help. Or maybe that was me crying out for help.

  “I don’t know what to think about any of this,” he finally said.

  “It’s not like I fucked him,” I said, some heat coming to my voice. “It was just a little flirting.”

  “It was just a little flirting,” he said, his voice flat as he locked eyes with me.

  “Barely even that,” I said.

  “What happened?” Clint asked, his voice hoarse.

  I stared at my husband. I got the feeling we were in the middle of something that could be very dangerous. Something that could spell the end of our relationship.

  But there was also something else there. The sense that there was something deeper going on here. Something that went beyond the two of us standing here talking about me flirting with another man.

  There was Clint’s hard cock to consider, after all. He could act like he was pissed off about this all he wanted, but that didn’t change the fact that there was something about this that was turning him on.

  “I can tell you a little more about what happened at the office tonight,” I said.

  “Please,” he said, a note of pleading coming to his voice as he said it. “I need to know.”

  “And I’m happy to tell you,” I said. “But first you need to tell me what the hell is going on here with you.”

  Clint looked like I’d just slapped him. He also blushed. Yeah, there was definitely something going on here, and I was going to get to the bottom of it, dammit!

  “I told you…”

  I put a hand on his chin. That was enough to get him to shut up. He stared at me and licked his lips. He glanced around the room like he was looking for some sort of escape, but of course he wasn’t going to find anything like that around here.

  “I tell you, you tell me,” I said. “It’s a fair trade.”

  “A fair trade,” he said, still looking around the room like he expected some sort of magical escape to come from somewhere. Only there was no magical escape waiting for him. Just his wife. And I needed to know what the fuck was going on here.

  “Fine,” he said with a sigh. “Fucking fine. You want the truth?”

  4

  Clint

  I sighed and licked my lips. I stared at my wife. I couldn’t believe she was doing this to me.

  I mean I guess I could believe she was doing this to me on some level. After all, she wasn’t the kind of woman who took any shit from anybody.

  It’s just that I was used to her not taking that shit from other people. Not from me. I licked my lips again.

  My whole body felt like it was on fire. It was an impossible fever that had taken over. I stared at her. Looked her up and down.

  And for a surprise I found myself looking at her with the same eyes that guy would’ve been looking at her with earlier at their office. She was gorgeous.

  I licked my lips again. I hated that I was doing this. I hated that she was pushing me into revealing this. It’s not like I’d asked for this feeling.

  It wasn’t natural, wanting to watch my wife with another guy. Getting hot thinking about him hitting on her. No, it was the farthest thing from natural there was, and yet here I was and I couldn’t stop looking at her. I couldn’t stop thinking about some guy at her office staring at her and thinking about all the things he’d like to do to her if he got a chance. Knowing the whole time that he didn’t have a snowballs chance in hell because she was a happily married woman, but still staring and fantasizing because why not? She was a beautiful woman, and I’d been to her office before. She was definitely the office eye candy!

  “Maybe I think the idea of him hitting on you is kind of hot,” I said.

  There. It was finally out there. I’d admitted that the idea of another man hitting on my wife got me all hot and bothered.

  I braced myself for impact. Like we’re talking I honestly thought she was going to smack me or something. She’d never given me any inclination that she’d hit me, but it was also the kind of admission that seemed like it would have her getting all worked up.

  Only as I looked at my wife I saw her staring at me with a considering look rather than a pissed off look. Like she was more curious than anything.

  “It’s kind of hot?” she asked.

  Again I braced myself for the worst. I was ready for this to… Well I wasn’t sure where the fuck it was going, but I didn’t figure it was anyplace good. What kind of wife got excited about her husband getting all hot and bothered at the thought of her getting hit on by another
guy?

  It was so far outside my realm of experience that I couldn’t even begin to fathom it, and yet she was staring at me like she was interested.

  What the fuck?

  “I take it from the way you’re looking at me that you’re not pissed off?” I asked.

  Cassie considered that for a moment. It was a moment where I thought the other shoe was finally going to drop. It was a moment where I thought reality and rationality was finally going to catch up with this fantasy, and she was going to tell me exactly what she thought of me getting turned on by another guy hitting on her.

  Here’s a hint: what she thought in my mind wasn’t very pleasant. I had visions of her starting to scream and yell at me, and it wasn’t fun.

  “Actually, the idea does turn me on just a little,” she said.

  She was tapping one of her lips. I couldn’t help but think about how hot it would be to have something else brushing up against her lips. Something else that was hard and solid, and maybe just a little bit bigger than her fingers. Like that guy’s cock.

  I was surprised at just how much my cock throbbed at the thought.

  “Really?” I asked, hardly believing we were on the same page about this fantasy.

  She looked at me and took in a deep breath. When she let that breath out it was long and slow. Like she was having just as much trouble believing we were having this conversation as I was. Or maybe she was having just as much trouble as I was believing this conversation was going as well as it was.

  “Really,” she said. “It’s nuts, but I think I like the idea of this turning you on.”

  I laughed. Then I smiled. I couldn’t help myself. This whole thing was so crazy.

  “I think I know exactly why you like the idea of this turning me on,” I said.

  “Really now?” she asked.

  “Of course,” I said. “I’d think it would be pretty obvious.”

  “Humor me,” she said.

  “If I’m into the idea of a guy flirting with you, then naturally it follows that you get to have a little bit of flirtatious fun. The kind of fun that a married woman isn’t supposed to be having outside the bounds of wedlock.”

  “I suppose this situation could lead to something like that,” she said. “Or it could stay just a fantasy.”

  I wasn’t sure how to read what she’d just said. Did she want this to stay just a fantasy? Was she sending me a warning? Or was it a situation where she very much wanted to explore this fantasy and bring it from the realm of imagination into the realm of reality?

  I didn’t know, and I figured I should proceed with caution. The last thing I wanted was to say something that would piss her off and ruin this crazy spell we’d fallen under.

  “Are you saying you wouldn’t want to fuck him if you had the opportunity?” I asked.

  She took in another one of those deep breaths. Again she let it out in a long sigh. She seemed to seriously be considering what I’d just said.

  “Fuck him?” she asked. “I’m not sure about that.”

  I was surprised at how disappointed I was that she wasn’t into the idea of fucking him. I was surprised at just how much that thought had been consuming me. The obsession was taking over.

  Only now she was talking like it wasn’t going to happen. I should’ve been relieved it wasn’t happening. That my wife wasn’t into the idea of fucking another man as much as I thought she was.

  Only the only feeling coursing through me as I processed that revelation was disappointment.

  “What’s wrong?” Cassie asked. “You look like I just told you your grandma died or something.”

  I laughed. It was a hollow laugh, but whatever. “I’d be pretty surprised if you did tell me that considering she’s been dead and buried for five years now.”

  “What about the other one?” Cassie asked.

  “The less I think about her the better,” I said.

  “You’re avoiding the question, either way,” Cassie said. “Why are you suddenly looking disappointed?”

  “Maybe I was thinking about how hot it would be if you did do something with that guy.”

  “Really now?” she asked, a thin smile coming to her face. “So you’re thinking all about what you’d love your sexy wife to do with another man?”

  “Well… Maybe?” I said.

  Honestly I was having a tough time processing everything. I wasn’t supposed to be thinking about my wife like this. I was supposed to be turning into a jealous rage monster at the thought of her fucking around with another man, but I couldn’t help myself.

  The thought of her teasing the guy at work, the guy who’d been lusting after her for so long, giving him a taste of what he couldn’t have, had my body shivering and shaking. I loved the idea of her getting naughty with him, even as I couldn’t understand why I was suddenly in love with the idea of her getting naughty with him.

  “Interesting,” she said, tapping a finger against her lips like she always did when she was thinking something through.

  “Interesting?” I asked.

  “Well maybe I’m not up to the idea of throwing myself at him at work, that’s the kind of thing that might get me fired, but I was thinking we could do something interesting and fun with this.”

  I licked my lips. I had no idea what she could possibly be talking about. What could she do that would be interesting and fun that wasn’t throwing herself at the guy?

  “I’m listening,” I said, both curious about where she was going with this and ridiculously turned on.

  5

  Clint

  I leaned against the door to our home office and looked my wife up and down. God she was so beautiful in the glow of her computer monitor. It wasn’t exactly her cubicle, but it would have to do.

  “Hey,” I said.

  I shivered. How many times had that asshole gotten a view like this? How many times had he stopped at her cubicle with some flimsy excuses that amounted to him wanting to get a good look at her?

  Though she was worth getting a good look at. Every office has at least one girl like her. A woman a few years out of college who still has a banging college body. The girl who’s clearly the hottest one in the office, even if people aren’t willing to come out and say it.

  My wife was that woman, and I could totally understand the attention she got. Even if she got annoyed with that attention sometimes.

  It never rose to the level of actual harassment. Most of them were careful not to pull anything like that. But she had guys looking at her. Guys stopping by her cubicle with flimsy excuses. Most of the time she seemed amused by it.

  Most of the time I’d acted amused, but I was starting to realize something had been building within me. I’d been getting turned on by this, and now it was starting to break free.

  “Hey yourself,” she said, pausing and stretching. Which was enough to cause her blouse to ride up. Which gave me a view of a thin sliver of skin on her stomach.

  She’d gotten back into her work clothes just for this little fantasy scenario.

  My cock twitched. I hadn’t gotten a thrill like that from a thin sliver of skin in years, but there was something about staring at my wife and putting myself in the headspace of that asshole that changed everything.

  He got the same show earlier. He got a thrill because that thin sliver of her stomach was the only glimpse he was ever going to get of my wife’s treasures. At least in a normal world.

  Though I couldn’t stop thinking about how hot it would be if they got it on at her office. How incredibly sexy it would be if she came home and told me she’d fucked him.

  Even as there was another part of me that was screaming at me. Saying I shouldn’t get turned on by the thought of my wife fucking another man. That it was fucked up that I was fantasizing about it.

  And yet I couldn’t stop.

  “Working late tonight?” she asked.

  “Something like that,” I said. “I was just going over the covers on my TPS reports.”

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p; That earned me an eye roll. “Come on Clint. If you’re going to do this then you should take it seriously!”

  “I’m totally taking it seriously,” I said. “Making sure you have the right cover on your TPS reports is serious business!”

  Cassie rolled her eyes. “Come on. Do you want to do this or not?”

  I licked my lips as I looked her over. “I really want to do this.”

  “Then you’re going to do it the right way mister.”

  “Sorry,” I said.

  I was in one of those weird headspaces I’m sure a lot of guys can identify with. One of those times when I was willing to do just about anything in order to make my wife happy as long as it meant I got to go through with this fantasy.

  “Right,” I said. “Line?”

  Cassie rolled her eyes. “You were working late?”

  “Right,” I said. “You know me. Always staying late at the office.”

  She smiled. It was a surprisingly warm smile. It was the kind of smile that had me wondering if she smiled at this asshole like that, or if it was a smile reserved exclusively for me because I was her husband and this was all just a fantasy scenario and nothing more.

  “You work too much,” she said. “I was just getting ready to leave.”

  I took a step into the home office. Though in my imagination I was in the skyscraper she worked in. In my imagination I was Peter moving in on a incredibly attractive woman I’d been lusting after for so long. I was looking her up and down and thinking about how hot it would be if she’d just have a little bit of fun and forget about her husband for one night.

  “Do you have to go so soon?” I asked.

  I was standing over her now. I looked down. From this angle I could almost see down her blouse. Almost, but not quite. All she’d have to do was lean forward just a little, and…

  As though on cue, as though she knew exactly what she was doing, she leaned forward. Her blouse fell forward. And my breath caught.