Chapter 4

Jia

“Sooo ... you know, if we were to take the next step with Tom ... I’d of course have to make sure he’s clean, right?” I said as casually as I could while we were eating breakfast the next morning. David almost choked on his porridge, and it was fun to watch him try to eat with that fire burning in his eyes. Me, I was able to keep my cool and look at this objectively - at least on the outside.

“To that end, I’ve drafted this message for him. I just want you to read it and make sure it’s not too ... forward,” I went on, since he didn’t answer, and put my phone down next to him. I feigned confidence and forced my hand and voice to remain steady, but it was all so ... bizarre, so far outside anything I’d ever thought I’d experience as a wife. For years, I’d been living under the illusion that we had a healthy sexlife, but the wool had certainly been pulled from my eyes, and here I was, making sure I wouldn’t get infected with venereal diseases from a complete stranger.

Well, almost complete stranger. Considering how intimately I’d come to know him.

“Hey stud,” my beloved husband with the twisted fantasies read out loud, “I just want to make sure we’re on the same page, so we should both get tested for STD’s. Bring a clean test on Wednesday, and you won’t regret it.” He looked up as he finished reading, “wow, Jia, really?”

I looked uncertainly at him, hiding my nervousness with a large gulp of coffee. Was it too much? Too forward? At least I hadn’t sent it - we could still back-track if David was getting cold feet.

“Isn’t ... isn’t that what you want?” I asked, faking boldness - it wouldn’t do to let him see my doubt. Was I moving too fast? I wanted to be a good wife for him, wasn’t this the way? It certainly wasn’t because this was all my idea, now was it?

“It’s ... it’s wow!” he answered with something akin to awe in his voice. A good ‘wow’, right?

“You DO remember what you said last night, don’t you?” I asked as relief flooded me - I had read him correctly.

He nodded, breathing hard, with a wild look in his eyes. He tried to hand me the phone back, but I shook my head and didn’t accept it.

“No, dear, if you want this, I want you to send that message,” I said. His eyes widened with the implication – he had to ask his rival to get tested so he could bed me. I was really getting into this whole thing of his - making him humiliate himself, teasing him. As much as I loved him, I had to admit it was fun. But more importantly, this also put the control of the fantasy-turning-reality on him - he couldn’t just go along. He had to make active choices. In the back of my mind, I was making sure that if this all went south, we went into it together, and no-one could point a finger at the other.

Sensing that he needed to be alone, I got up and left the table, leaving him with the phone and his decision. I headed to the bathroom to make my preparations for the day.

“Now, don’t go snooping around in my phone, you hear?” I commanded before I left the kitchen. He looked up at me, his expression like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie-jar, and I gave him a stern look. He nodded slowly, accepting my demand, so I continued to the bathroom. I knew him well enough that he might have tried to watch the video – or send it to himself for later enjoyment – but not now when I’d called him out on it. He was honourable like that. He would focus on my carefully curated conversation with Tom and the message I’d written - whether it was to be sent or not.

Admittedly, it wasn’t a good look that I’d had to erase texts (and even images) before I let my husband read my chat, but it was for the best. He didn’t need to know, it would only confuse him. It wasn’t like I was being unfaithful or anything - well, not more than David wanted, at least.

About the message though, I had no doubt what the end-result would be. I knew my dear husband, and by now I also knew his wicked desires - he wouldn’t be able to resist the siren’s call.

I was putting on lipstick when he came into the bathroom, holding my phone.

“Here,” he said and handed it to me. He didn’t look at me, not even in the mirror which made it easy to guess what he’d done. I put the phone on my make-up table and continued with the lipstick, gathering my thoughts.

“Did you send it, nae sarang?” I asked, even though I knew the answer, and tried to catch his eyes in the mirror.

“I ... yeah,” he admitted and finally looked at me. He shrugged and smiled at me, a cute, helplessly embarrassed smile. Like a puppy who didn’t know what it was doing.

“So,” I said slowly, “let’s say he does get the test – and let’s be honest, why wouldn’t he? – what do you think will happen on Wednesday?” My heart was beating fast and hard. This was the big question, wasn’t it? What did David want, what did David expect - what did I want, what did I expect? And were the two the same?

“There are ... there are couches in the break-room, and there are no cameras there either,” he said slowly after a brief silence and looked down.

“What?” I got the gist of what he was saying, but it wasn’t good enough, he needed to spell it out. No doubt, no uncertainties, no room for misinterpretation.

“I want him to take you into the break-room and fuck you silly,” he said quietly and met my eyes in the mirror. My eye-brows flew up. That was certainly direct.

“And you’re sure?” I asked. I knew he was, but he needed as many chances to back out of this as he could get.

“I’m sure. I love you so much, you’re so beautiful and perfect ... and the thought of you giving yourself to that idiot is driving me insane. I want this so goddamn much!” He looked so intense, staring deep into my eyes in the mirror.

What could I really say to that? I got up and kissed him, smearing my not-yet dry lipstick on his lips. I hugged him tight while we kissed, and I wasn’t surprised when I felt an erection through his pants.

In the middle of sharing this nice moment, my phone buzzed behind me, and I felt him stiffen. A strange, excited feeling rushed through me.

“And just who do you think that is?” I whispered teasingly.

“Go look,” he asked, his voice hoarse all of a sudden.

I unlocked the phone but gave it to him.

“You look,” I said, both to tease him but also to show I kept nothing from him – he could trust me. Nothing to see here ... not anymore at least.

Well, nothing but that recording that he so desperately wanted to watch but couldn’t.

He grabbed the phone and looked, his eyes wide and eager, hands shaking nervously.

“Sure, gon go in the break. What kinda reward am I gon get?” my dear husband read my suitor’s message out loud.

“No patience,” I sighed with mock disappointment, “can no-one wait for a surprise anymore?” I hid the sudden burst of fear and thrill of passion that ran through me behind a uninterested facade. This was getting real so fast. Not that I was surprised - when that text had gone out, we’d committed to this ... this mad ride, but it was still a heart-wrenching feeling. Everything was in flux now, I could only hope we were making the right decisions.

“What are you going to answer?” David asked, a boyish eagerness radiating from him. He could barely stand still, nearly jumping out of his skin with impatience. His nervous energy was palpable.

“Hmm ... Write: You’ll just have to wait and see. But you won’t regret it! And use a exclamation mark after it ... and don’t forget the apostrophes, so he doesn’t get suspicious,” the last part was directed at David who could be a little sloppy in his texting. Especially when he got excited.

“Sure, sure,” he said absentmindedly, tapping away at my phone, “there.”

“Thanks,” I said and took a nervous breath before continuing, “such a good husband, writing to your wife’s lover.” I stared at him, partly to challenge him, partly to read his reactions. Of course I was ready to apologise if I’d gone too far but I really didn’t think I had. As I said, I was really getting to understand my husband and how his fetish worked.

“I...” he looked as if I’d just clubbed him with a hammer, unable to process what I’d said, “I ... th-thanks...”

“You’re welcome, dear,” I smiled at him, secretly enjoying how expertly I had wrangled his desires, his wants - how well I understood him by now. He stood there for a while before he finally gathered the courage to ask, “have you thought about that video?”

“It seems you’ve thought about it,” I grinned at him, still utterly enjoying this little game of mine. I had not expected it, but it was a truly exhilarating feeling to have such a hold over him. I had something he really, really wanted, and unlike with so much else, he was completely at my mercy as to when - and if - he’d ever get it.

“Yeah,” he admitted in a humbled voice, “can ... when can I watch it?”

“I haven’t decided yet. Maybe there’s something you could do to earn my good graces?” I said letting that statement hang in the air. Truth be told, I had no idea what to do about it, but he didn’t know that. I was curious as to what he’d do.

“Now, shouldn’t you be getting ready too?” I dismissed him and turned back to my lipstick. Dark brown and pretty boring, far from the sexy red one I’d worn for Tom.

“Damn! Yeah, gotta go!” he exclaimed and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before he left, the sound of him hurrying through the house and slamming the door telling me I was home alone.

I finished my make-up and was about to get dressed when a new message popped up on my phone.

[How about another pic? I need to see thse tits again!!] it read.

“How romantic,” I muttered disdainfully with curled lips.

[You’ll have to wait.] I wrote back and went to find a clean bra, shaking my head at his audacity. I’d given him a single inch, and now he was angling for a mile.

[Come on! I cant wait til Wednesday!] another message buzzed in.

“Oh, for Heaven’s sake...” I sighed, already getting exhausted with the demands of my men. David and his video, Tom and his pictures.

[I said no. You’ll have to wait.] I answered, shaking my head at his impertinence.

[Y are u being like this? I just need a pic]

He was not going to give up, was he? What would David say? I paused and thought about it - he’d tell me to do it. It would thrill him, actually.

[Come onnnn I need it] came another, predictable text.

I sighed again. I shouldn’t give in; I shouldn’t reward poor behaviour like this. But ... there was something alluring about his demand, his need. Like I’d discovered the other night, I found that I wanted to be a good girl for him, that I liked doing as he said. I knew I shouldn’t but I still exchanged the boring work-bra for David’s favourite, a purple one with lots of push-up that gave me the most delicious cleavage, if I did say so myself. With an unfamiliar feeling of being naughty, I also put on a pair of black panties that almost matched and decided that it would be good enough.

Running low on time, I posed in front of the mirror, making sure to not include anything above the neck and snapped a couple of pictures. One full-frontal, slightly bent-over, a position that really made my boobs ‘pop’ as the kids say and one kinda half-turned, catching lots of side-boob and my butt. Daring and sexy.

Knowing I was taking these pictures for Tom and NOT David made it feel illicit and electrifying - it was wrong in such a delightful way, and it was that feeling that made me send him pictures that David knew nothing about.

[There. Are you happy now?] I wrote as I sent the two images. Then I changed back to the black work-bra, found a shirt and a skirt, threw them on and hurried off to work.

[Good girl! Ure so hot! Cant wait for Wednesday] was his reply. I couldn’t keep a small smile off my face as I drove off to the library.

David

“Mr. Martinsen, I’m gonna need a longer lunch-break today, if that’s okay?” Tom asked, standing relaxed and confident in front of my desk, and there was a quality of command in his voice. It wasn’t disrespectful but something had changed, something hard to define, but one thing was certain - there wasn’t much respect for me as a leader - or even a man - in him. Not that there ever had been, but to me it was a very noticeable change. Or maybe I was reading too much into my own insecurities?

At any rate, I had anticipated this, and while I wasn’t gonna turn him down, I had to pretend not knowing what it was about. It certainly wouldn’t do to give him even a suspicion that I already knew. It was bad enough that he was doing my wife behind my back - I could only imagine the insolence if he ever was to discover the truth.

“How come, Tom?” I asked, keeping up the appearance.

“Doctor’s appointment ... sir,” he said, and fucking smirked at me. The prick was having a laugh at me, wasn’t he?

Just because he needed a quick physical, so he could fuck my wife.

“Nothing serious, I hope?” I wondered and avoided glaring at his pants, where I knew the only cock my wife had ever sucked lay. The big, fat cock that she’d made love to with her mouth-

I really had to focus.

“No-no, I don’t think so, just something that needs to be looked at,” he said, grinning at me. Grinning at me, like he knew I was just a little cuck that needed a big strong man like himself to satisfy my wife. Well, I could satisfy her pretty damn well!

I just ... I just really wanted to watch him do it.

Back on point!

“Well, I gotta say, your numbers look much better,” I said, hating to praise this absolute fool and his ginormous dick. God, I wished I could have seen Jia suck it. She probably couldn’t even swallow half of that-

“Eh, so ... no, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with a long lunch-break today,” I said, feeling myself flush. “You’ll stay late to work it in, I assume?”

“Yes, I can stay about half an hour extra

tonight. That alright?”

“Yeah, shouldn’t be a problem. Alright then,” I finished the conversation curtly and went back to work – and back to trying to figure out how to persuade Jia to show me that recording. I needed to watch her suck him!

An hour after Tom, the big oaf with the bigger dick left me to my work and my musings, I found myself in the office of my direct superior, Ben Grover. Just a discussion about the general state of affairs, which, not to blow my own horn, were quite good in my neck of the woods. My teams were all meeting their goals, and with a greater margin than any other department.