Author's note: This story does not contain a lot of sex. That said, it introduces some characters who want a lot of sex – and might get some in future posts. Thanks to Ladego for his text editing and encourgement. Hoping for some feedback and reader interaction to get an idea about what you all would like to read about in the future. Lastly, thanks to the real life Sarah, who inspired this story!
SPIN THE BOTTLE
It was 3 AM when Gerald received the SMS from his wife, Sarah.
All Gerald knew for sure was that the small fitness supply company Sarah worked for had begun their annual picnic around 12 noon, at a beachfront resort, after which the plan was to have a sauna, followed by a light supper.
In the past, these types of events were normally followed by the group either staying 'planted' at the resort; or, on the other hand, a trip into the downtown area for dancing.
Both options often stretched into the wee hours of the morning, but normally, Sarah was strictly 'offline' during this time, ignoring SMS messages, emails, telephone calls and ESPECIALLY her husband! So, Gerald was immediately intrigued by the early morning text...
OK – I'll bite
What are you
good, I hope!
Gerald gambled a bit with his answer, both guessing and hoping Sarah was up to something a bit naughty. Erotically speaking, Sarah's core set of fantasies revolved around an escapist fling with another man. During the past several years she and Gerald discovered – sometimes rather awkwardly – that Sarah's desire to have an extramarital affair corresponded to a cuckold fantasy that was number one on Gerald's personal hit parade of fantasies. While Sarah wasn't too sure, especially in the beginning, what to think of Gerald's desire to be cuckolded, she highly appreciated – and gradually realized – that Gerald's hopes meant she had 'free hands' to do as she pleased, in terms of guys she was attracted to.
Gerald guessed that because of the context, especially the very late hour, Sarah wouldn't be texting him unless she had something rather interesting to communicate. He gulped, his pulse starting to race, as his wife confirmed his hunch.
Gerald's mind raced. He had difficulty imagining several – or almost any – of Sarah's colleagues playing 'spin the bottle' - a variant of 'truth or dare'' - even under the wildest circumstances...
'Not replying' was not an option, but his wife involved in a game like this– and especially her TELLING him about it – needed an articulate enough answer to get some of the erotic detail (if there was any), but short enough to encourage an answer - or at least keep the lines of communication open.
The first thought that came into his mind was the most obvious: Sarah was simply generating a ruse – she was probably waiting for a taxi home – and making up a story that she knew would drive her husband crazy (which was, he had to admit, working rather well... )
But, the only logical option open to Gerald was 'going with the moment' – whether his wife was pulling his leg or not.
Who are you
Gerald figured that if Sarah had answers to those two questions it would almost immediately establish: 1) Whether or not she was bullshitting him or not and 2) Enough info to hopefully allow for some type of follow-up question.
While Gerald nervously waited for the answer, he convinced himself that this HAD to be some type of fabrication. Sarah had never been very communicative about her flirtations – especially while they were 'in progress'.
But, on the other hand, as the couple had grown more comfortable with each other's fantasies, Sarah had become increasingly bold about rubbing her desires in Gerald's face, somehow realizing that her behavior – which would have both infuriated and humiliated most other men – only drove Gerald crazy with arousal...
A few people
from work and
a few from
out of the
The new information – about people from another company – made Sarah's story slightly more credible. Gerald just couldn't picture too many people from Sarah's office engaged in such a potentially racy activity – in front of each other, anyway. Additionally, her claim that 'nothing much' had happened, seemed fairly realistic, as Gerald guessed that most adults who started a game of 'spin the bottle' didn't normally get all that far ... And his wife's message left a good opening for a natural follow-up message:
Gerald realized his pulse was racing, as he eagerly waited for a reply ... He remembered that Sarah had packed a pair of tan shorts and a skimpy tank top - an outfit that'd be comfortable both after a sauna and cute on a dance floor.
More importantly, he'd spied the matching blue, white and black-lace-trimmed French push-up bra and thong that he knew would be concealed beneath her casual, sexy clothing! Sarah had only recently purchased that set of lingerie - he hadn't even seen her wear it yet!
Stephanie had to
kiss a guy from
but I could tell
She liked it
Gerald couldn't resist asking:
Gerald had never met Stephanie, but felt like he knew her - a bit, anyway - as Sarah often told stories about her colleagues.
The reply came almost instantly.
Yup! It was
her idea for
play with us
to me - We'll
tell you if the
to you and I
can spin for
you on your
The speed of Sarah's replies again aroused Gerald's suspicions that his wife was fabricating the event. First of all, it just wasn't like Sarah to keep him 'updated' on her 'adventures' - as Gerald called them and second, even if she chose to, it was difficult for Gerald to picture anyone in a game like 'spin the bottle' taking time to send text messages.
On the other hand, the level of detail in the 'story' was much too complicated - unless, of course, Sarah had 'borrowed' the plot from an adult magazine or internet forum...
Won't that put
a damper on
Gerald wasn't sure it was a great idea to underline the fact - albeit subtly - that a married woman ought not be playing ANY form of 'truth or dare', but also thought that since Sarah was 'thoughtful' enough to Inform him of her naughty behavior (or taking the time and imagination to fabricate such a delicious lie), he could also 'play along'
seem to be
to what kind
of guy lets his
wife stay out
I think they
Gerald's cock twitched at the mention of 'Jerry's' name, knowing that her colleague, Jerry, already made it clear to Sarah - and several of their colleagues on previous company social outings - that he lusted after his attractive 'MILF' colleague!
- test my
Now Gerald was fairly sure Sarah was making this up. What she was reporting played into his 'wildest fantasies'
In a way, Gerald didn't want to ruin the illusion that his wife had taken the trouble to conjure up. But he also couldn't resist probing Sarah's bold assertion.
.... There is more of this story ...