The lounge was crowded. It was Saturday night, and the barflies were out in swarms. We took the booth at the end of the room, hidden slightly from the crowd in a corner recess that hinted at false privacy. Exactly two drinks later he settled in next to her, drooling at my wife as he would a juicy steak.
"My God, you look delicious tonight, Linda."
My wife stared at him with wide, hungry eyes. She had finished her second of two drinks in the time it took me to finish one. Drinking was something she did on special occasions - our anniversary or New Year's Eve - and I could see she was unsteady from the two whiskey sours forced down over the past thirty minutes.
I flinched when he placed his hand on her thigh, and again when he spoke.
"My name is Stephan. You must be David. I hear you've been a naughty boy."
He looked across the table at me and grinned. His eyes glittered with the promise of trouble. Linda saw him watching me and followed with a small smile of her own.
He took her hand, brought it to his lips and kissed it lightly.
"Your wife is most appreciative. I like that in a woman."
He leered at her, suggesting much more than the words that dripped from his mouth.
Suddenly he was more businesslike. He looked at me, as if to assure he had my attention.
"Tonight you'll learn that hell really does 'hath no fury like a woman scorned'."
"What do you mean by that?" I stammered.
"Relax, David. Your wife has decided to forgive your little indiscretion - but only after having a go at your game herself. Look at it as punishment, or a lesson, but either way she's decided on her price. I'd suggest you pay it."
I shot her a questioning look, expecting her to explain. She didn't.
"So, what's this 'price' he's taking about?" I asked finally.
Her smile grew wider. She ran the tip of her finger around the rim of her glass, brought it slowly to her mouth, and gently sucked the moisture from it before answering. Her eyes were glassy, her pupils large, dark wells of mystery.
"You had your fun. Now it's my turn."
She turned toward him, pulled him close, and covered his mouth with hers. The kiss was long and deep. A minute passed, then two. She sucked at him hungrily, her tongue wrestling with his, her hands clutching him from behind his neck. I heard her moan softly as she melted away from him, then faced me again with the same smile.
Stephan composed himself, took a long drink of scotch, and sighed.
"It's been an interesting week, David - one I'll remember for a long time to come."
"An interesting week? What does he mean?" I hissed.
She eyed me coolly, then looked straight at me as she spoke in a voice I was afraid could be heard at the next table.
"I've given myself to Stephan. He owns me - or has, for the past week, until midnight tonight. Your affair lasted much longer, but I thought a week would be enough. Any longer and I might not have been able to stop. He's handsome, strong, and very sexy - it just seemed to make sense. I put myself in his hands - told him I'd do anything he wanted for one week. Anything."
She looked over at him and wet her lips. His hand had edged her dress up, and was now stroking her thigh.
"I have a request, Linda. Your husband is somewhat incredulous at this point. I can certainly understand why. You can move things along with a gesture of your willingness to cooperate. I'd like you to find the ladies room, then remove whatever you're wearing under this conservative little black dress - bra, panties, slip, nylons - everything. Put all of it in your purse, and return to us wearing nothing but your dress and shoes. While you're gone, David and I will get to know each other better. Run along now. We'll be counting the minutes..."
She left the table without a word. I had no trouble reading the mix of fear and excitement on her face.
We sat in silence for a long time before he spoke. The waiter returned with another round of drinks. The muzak changed from pop to classical. Growing beads of water trickled down the side of my glass, each droplet collapsing into the fresh paper napkin.
"If you could have only seen her the day she offered herself to me."
"She didn't offer herself to you. You'll never make me believe - "
"She went to her knees the first time I asked. I can still see her small fingers unzipping me, fumbling with my belt. And later, again, in the park, how her diamond sparkled in the afternoon sun."
"You lying son of a bitch."
He went on as if I hadn't said a word.
"She closed her lips around my cock, almost dutifully, as I might have expected from your wife. She sucked me until I gave her every drop, then swallowed all of it without complaining. I like that, too. I had her go braless during our stroll in the park. We found a secluded spot behind a hedge near a playground. She opened the front of her blouse just before she blew me again. We could hear the children's laughter as she milked me with her mouth. Her nipples hardened so quickly under my fingertips..."
He smiled and took another sip of his drink, taking in my reaction.
"Linda wouldn't do that. I don't believe any of it!"
"I can see why you'd think that at this point. But given time, I think you'll be surprised at what your wife is capable of. Most women are sluts at heart. Linda is certainly no exception. She's well on her way to proving it."
I didn't know what to think. Linda was someone I had known for ten years, my wife, my lover, and my friend. Her attitude toward sex wasn't puritanical, but she wasn't a woman who lowered her inhibitions easily. His story was preposterous, or at least exaggerated in the extreme. Yet, she was terribly hurt, full of the 'fury' he spoke of.
"Have another drink, David. Try to relax. It's not as if I'm not sympathetic to what you must be going through. Most men would rather kill than tolerate an unfaithful wife. Yet tolerate her submission to me is exactly what you must do. You could make it easier on yourself by considering an alternative to nursing your angst. A woman's sexual emancipation can be very arousing. Linda's a beautiful woman, a seething reservoir of untapped potential. Witnessing the results when the floodgates are pried open can be exhilarating, even life-changing, if you'll allow it.
"Just imagine, your own lovely wife satisfied again and again by another man - so quick to submit, then crave the taste of his cock, and finally, the fullness of it deep inside her. I'd bet your pulse jumps a little at the very idea. Tell me I'm wrong, if you honestly can."
Suddenly the heat became oppressive. I was sweating. One of the bulbs in the lamp suspended over our table flickered, then went out. The remaining light threw sinister shadows over the face across from me.
I jumped as he slid quickly to the end of the booth and stood up. Linda passed in front of him and settled into the bench seat again, the flimsy cotton of her dress yielding to the subtle sway of her breasts. Stephan took his place beside her, his shoulder pressed tightly against hers.
"Linda, show your husband what you've done."
She turned, giving him a puzzled look.
"Your purse, my dear. Show him what you're hiding in your purse."
She placed it on the table and opened it, tilting it in my direction to show me the contents.
"No, no, Linda. Take them out so we can see. Your husband needs proof - so, we must give him proof."
She pulled the ball of soft material through the opening, separating straps from lace. Bra, slip, nylons, and finally panties, all lay in a row beside my glass, placed there one by one as she pushed them across the table. I reached out and lifted her bra, turning it mindlessly in my hands. It was still warm, and smelled of her bath oil and perfume. I looked up to meet her eyes again. She stared into me as though she was searching for something.
"David, do you have any remaining doubts about how far your wife will go to please me? She's sitting here beside me, naked under her little black dress. You have the evidence in your hands. Admit it. She's completely mine."
A flush of color spread over her face. Her blue eyes told me nothing as I peered into them. They seemed to pierce the shadows, almost glowing in the dim light.
"You wouldn't do this to me. You couldn't," I said unbelievingly as I watched the curves of her body shift under the dress.
He smiled again at my response, then reached toward her, easily opening the top button of her dress. She didn't resist. His hand dropped to the second button, pressing it through the tiny slit as effortlessly as the first. Then the third, and fourth. I could see the white, soft skin of her collarbones and a hint of the valley between her breasts.
"Linda, will you do anything I ask?"
She answered in a whisper.
Her eyes were still locked on mine.
"Linda, expose your breasts for me."
She turned suddenly toward him. Her mouth opened as if she might have discovered the limit to which she would willingly continue their little game. She caught herself before uttering a sound, poised at the edge, calculating the distance before she jumped.
"Are you refusing?"
"I - no, I'll do it."
She undid two more buttons and pulled the front of the dress open, hoping the generous display of breast and nipples would satisfy him. He turned toward her, placed a hand on each of her shoulders, and slowly inched the dress over them, stopping halfway down her arms.
"Now, expose them, as I asked."
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