The Undecided Wife

I tried to do a thing with this story and I think I ALMOST pulled it off. Suggestions on how to improve it are always welcome (and if it's too hard to tell what I was trying to pull off, that just means I probably was too subtle which is its own kind of advice ;). Hopefully you guys enjoy the story.

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“Babe, do you know where my good jacket is?”

I paused for a moment, rolling my eyes silently to myself in the mirror as I considered the query. I loved Danny to death but he had to be the most absent minded person I’d ever met in my life.

“You hung it up last night after I asked you to not leave it in the middle of the dining room table,” I said. I slid an earring into my left ear then stepped back from the mirror to admire myself for just a brief, permissive moment of vanity.

Danny came up behind me, adjusting his tie in the mirror. “Oh yeah. I forgot about you screaming at me,” he said, a playful grin on his face letting me know he wasn’t serious.

In spite of his joviality, or maybe because of it, I gave him a playful elbow in the ribs and said, “You know that wasn’t screaming.”

He doubled over in exaggerated pain then stood up and said, “Oh I know… screaming was what you were doing last night while we were making love.”

I swatted at him again, but this time he danced away playfully and stuck his tongue out, giving me an exaggerated “pllbt” as he left the bathroom. I huffed for emphasis but wasn’t really upset. That’s just the way Danny and I tended to interact. Our friends found it odd, and sometimes uncomfortable. I’ll admit, it could occasionally be difficult to tell if we were having a real fight or not. Nevertheless, it was how we showed affection for each other and screw anyone else who would judge our particular love language.

I looked back in the mirror, finally happy with what I was seeing. My long blonde hair looked practically golden with the light from the window shining in. I’d worked hard to give it just a hint of waviness since it was normally stick straight. Which I hated. Yes, it’s almost cliche’ for a girl to hate her hair but I was part of that massive group that often looks enviously on other women and thinks, “If only my hair was like that.” Intellectually, I knew it was dumb. But emotionally? I was so jealous of women with naturally curly hair. When my husband watched Starship Troopers and ogled Dina Meyer, it wasn’t her boobs in the shower that bothered me. Mine were bigger, fuller, and firmer, thank you very much. But dammit. That hair she had was fucking gorgeous and I hated that he thought she was hot.

Speaking of my breasts, I adjusted the neckline of the dress I was wearing, trying to find that perfect line between sexy and prudish. This was Danny’s ten year college reunion and I wanted to show off for him. He rarely did that with me. Sometimes, in the dark desires of my heart, I wanted him to do that though. To proudly carry me on his arm and display me like a trophy he’s won. It made me feel sexy just thinking about it. I knew Danny didn’t view me that way. Objectifying me was the last thing he’d ever do. But sometimes… well… sometimes a girl wants to be objectified… just a little bit.

I smoothed out the tight black dress, pulling the hemline down slightly. When I’d bought this dress, I’d had that thought firmly in my mind. I’d tried to get Danny to pick out something for me to wear. I liked the idea of him choosing something really sexy that he’d be happy to show me off in but he’d demurred. He was far too much of a gentleman, he’d said, to go picking out my clothes. It wasn’t worth a fight so I’d acquiesced and bought something I hoped he’d like. It was sexier than what I normally wore, even to these kinds of events, and Danny’s reaction when he’d seen it told me I’d chosen well.

After getting ourselves all put together, we got in the car and drove across town. “You sure you want to get a hotel?” I asked again for the fifteenth time.

“Yeah, this way we can drink and not worry about it.”

“You barely drink. What are you going to do, have ‘A’ beer?” I asked with a laugh. Danny can be a real control freak and hates being drunk. Which is fine with me because I like getting a little bit tipsy and enjoying my buzz.

“Well, this way I don’t have to take you very far to take advantage of your drunk ass,” he said with a smile. I smiled back then slid my hand across his thigh seductively.

“Maybe. But then I can’t suck your dick the whole way home,” I whispered.

He gave me that maddeningly in control grin again and said, “You should just do it now… you know… to remind me what I’m missing.”

I leaned back and looked out the window, “Nope. Don’t want to mess up the lipstick. I need to look the best I can to fend off all those ex-girlfriends of yours.”

Danny forced a nervous laugh. This had been a sore subject between us for the past month. I knew Danny had a lot of ex’s in college. I’d hung out with his friends enough to have heard the stories. I never saw that side of him but I’d heard enough of it. Despite all evidence to the contrary, he’d apparently been quite the lady’s man in college. You would never know from his slightly dorky demeanor but his friends had all insisted it was true. Frankly, I was looking forward to seeing for myself.

“So how many of your ex’s are going to try to get into your pants tonight?” I asked.

“Seriously, Candace? Why are you so obsessed with this?”

“I’m not obsessed,” I said defensively, “Just a little curious. What was it about me that made you finally decide to settle down?”

“You’re smart, beautiful, funny,” he said, ticking off the obvious, cliched compliments.

“None of those girls were?”

He squirmed again, looking uncomfortable once again. “They were…”

“So what made me different.”

He took a deep breath, clearly choosing his words carefully. “You know how some girls play hard to get?”

“Yeah…” I asked, wariness in my voice. He knew how much I hated game playing in relationships and if he was about to say that I’d been a game player…

“Well… you were hard to get… but in a good way.”

“Go on…” I said, still with a hint of warning.

“I never felt like I was playing a game with secret unwritten rules with you. I just felt like you knew you were amazing and if I wanted to be with you, I needed to step up my…” he trailed off.

“Game?” I said, finishing his sentence but flashing a smile to let him know he wasn’t in trouble.

“Something like that. I just liked that you knew your worth and made me be a better man. Dating should be easy in some ways… in most ways, honestly. But it should take at least a little bit of work. Work but no drama. I hate drama,” he said with finality.

“And your girlfriends didn’t make you work for it?”

He flushed embarrassment. “Not really… no.”

“I get it. You got the milk for free so didn’t need to buy the cow.” Needling Danny was so much fun.

“Candace!” he said, displaying his mock scandalized expression

“So how many are going to be there?”

“I’m sure a couple.”

“Any I should be worried about? There had to be some semi serious ones mixed in there?”

“There were two, I guess. But neither is coming tonight,” he said. I took note of that. He didn’t know if his two best friends were coming until I had called them. But he knew his two serious ex’s weren’t coming. Interesting. “They were just on-again, off-again girls I dated. No biggie.” Eight years of marriage is long enough to recognize the tone of forced casualness. But I didn’t think it was fair to press him further so I let it drop. If he wanted to keep that part of his life a bit secretive, it was fine with me.

When we arrived at the hotel where the reunion was, he hopped out of the car quickly, tossing the keys to the valet before opening my door and taking my hand. It was the kind of small gesture we rarely did for each other but it made me smile at him and give him a little peck on the cheek, “Why thank you, good sir.”

“Of course, my love,” he said before slipping his hand down to my ass and grabbing it with a quick squeeze that made me jump for a moment.

“Danny,” I squeaked but didn’t do anything to remove it. Truthfully, I enjoyed his overt public displays. Danny wasn’t overly affectionate in public and hopefully this would bode well for him showing me off tonight. I stood up straight, sticking my chest out proudly. “Eat your heart out girls,” I whispered and my handsome husband chuckled softly into my ear, nipping my dangling lobe and causing me to squeak again.

“Danny!” came a boisterous voice from our left immediately after we went through the revolving door to the lobby.

“Carlos!” responded my husband as he extended his arms to hug the giant man jogging over. Carlos was Danny’s best friend growing up. They were roommates in college and he was Danny’s best man. He was a huge guy, 6’5, 240lbs and had played linebacker in college. He’d come to America when he was 6 months old and Danny had helped his family (finally) sort through all the citizenship stuff. Needless to say, Carlos loved Danny and the feeling was very much returned by my husband.

“Looking good, Candace. Danny still got you locked down?”

I smiled, “Yup. But he doesn’t know about the secret apartment you got for me so we’re all fine.”

Carlos and Danny laughed. Carlos was an incessant flirt. He would flirt with anyone. Truly. I’d seen him hit on an overweight 70 year old waitress as aggressively as a nubile blonde coed. Danny knew I’d never cheat on him. Why would I? He was obviously the best one.

“By the way, brother. Be careful. I saw Brittney prowling around asking about you.”

Danny’s face went absolutely white. I think if you’d told him there was a murderer with a knife behind him he couldn’t have looked more terrified. “What about…”

“Nahh… haven’t seen Jess yet,” Carlos said as both guys scanned the room, looking for all the world like Secret Service agents checking for a sniper in the crowd.

“Thank God for small favors, I guess,” Danny said and Carlos punched him playfully in the shoulder. Then both men looked at me and Danny said, “Brittney is one of those ex’s I was mentioning.”

“Yeah… I got that. And I assume Jess is the other one?”

“Jessica,” Danny said, correcting me with an odd tone, “And yes. I honestly thought they weren’t coming, Candace. I’m sorry, babe.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said. I wasn’t particularly worried though all the cloak and dagger stuff did have me curious. What was the deal with these girls?

We went inside to the banquet room and took our seats. Danny continued to scan the crowd nervously as we sat. I will admit, I noted with some satisfaction that none of the placards at our table said Jessica or Brittney. Maybe I was just a little worried.

A few minutes after we took a seat, a slide show started playing on the screen. It was just something on in the background while everyone arrived and said their hellos but I watched it with intrigue. This wasn’t a full on college reunion. Danny had gone to Alabama and that would have been a BIG party. This was just a get together for his dorm so most of the pictures were from inside Ridgecrest. And Danny was in a lot of them. And he ALWAYS had a girl with him. Literally every. Single. Picture. And rarely the same girl twice. As Danny started talking to someone and I found myself studying the pictures with a kind of obsessive intent. There was Danny with a short, busty blonde. There he was with an athletic looking brunette. A hispanic girl. An asian girl. Danny didn’t really seem to have a type. But I did start to notice something. Very few girls showed up twice. In fact, only two did.

One of them I hated instantly. She was this cute, sexy redhead with curly hair. I was instantly (and, yes, irrationally) jealous of her. She was busty and undeniably hot. She also looked like a total slut. Every picture of her she was wearing something short and tight. Jean shorts that Daisy Duke would have been afraid of. Plunging necklines that might as well have had her bra size and manufacturer printed on the shirt. Random high heels with almost every outfit. And it’s not like she was short, either. With the four and five inch heels she was almost as tall as Danny and he was 6’1.

The other girl was harder to notice. If I hadn’t been looking, I probably wouldn’t have spotted her. It wasn’t that she wasn’t beautiful. She was. It’s just that she was always dressed in something different. Her hair always in a different style. I actually thought she was three different girls before the slide show cycled through and I could look at them a second time. She was a very cute but almost generic looking brunette. Undeniably pretty in a girl next door kind of way. But unlike the redheaded slut, she didn’t flaunt it overtly. She had a certain quiet confidence in her and I couldn’t help but like her. It was funny seeing these two young women who had dated my husband and see just how different they were. Danny really didn’t have a type. Maybe that’s why he and Carlos were such good friends. They’d fuck anything with a pussy, apparently.

“Candace?” Danny’s voice said, cutting through my silent monologue. I smiled at him and he said, “What’s wrong?”

“Just thinking about this apparently endless string of girls you had,” I said, gesturing at the screen.

“None of them were serious,” he said, concern in his voice.

“It’s fine, Danny. I’m not worried or mad. Chill out. Just surprised at how… eclectic your tastes were.”

He laughed, “I guess so. But I’m just happy I found my Goldilocks,” he said. It had been his nickname for me since we started dating. At first, I thought it had just been a joke about my hair but he’d later told me it was because I was ‘just right’. The words had made me swoon a little. Knowing that he’d been telling me how perfect I was for months without me even realizing it. Somehow it made it feel more truthful.

Danny’s fingers traced along my thighs, sliding up just under my dress. I was sure he could feel the heat radiating from me. I wanted him and he knew it. A devilish idea went through my head and I smiled, “I’ll be right back, lover.”

He looked confused but then nodded as he realized I was heading to the bathroom. I didn’t really have to use the restroom but I decided to have a little fun and stepped into a stall and slid my g-string off. Quickly balling it into my hands, I straightened my dress and waltzed right back out, enjoying the feeling of going commando as I imagined the look on Danny’s face when I placed the damp, skimpy cloth into his hand. So lost in my own imagination, I didn’t even notice Danny wasn’t at the table. I looked around in confusion, not seeing him anywhere in the crowded banquet hall. “Where did he go?” I muttered to myself.

“Dan? I think he went into the hallways with Jessica,” said some girl I vaguely recognized who sat down at the table.

“Jessica?” I asked, suddenly feeling a little less sure of myself.

“Yeah… You know those two. Jessica looked like she was about to make some kind of scene so Danny had to take her off to some room to shut her up. Well… not shut her up probably. But at least have her screaming quiet for the rest of us.” I realized now where I knew her from. She was the athletic brunette from the slideshow. Ten years older but still fit and attractive. “Sorry… I’m terrible with faces and names. I’m Samantha from the 3rd floor east wing.”

“Candace. 5th floor,” I said. Danny had told me that the dorm had been divided in some way to keep guys and girls apart but all I could remember was that the 5th floor had been both sexes. I’m not sure why I lied. No. That’s not true. I lied because I wanted to hear more about Jessica. “What were you saying about Jessica and Danny?”

“You don’t remember? Gosh. I thought everyone knew about those two. Well… three really. I guess it was always Dan, Jessica and Brittney.”

“They were a… throuple?” I asked in utter shock. I couldn’t imagine my husband in such an unconventional relationship.

The girl laughed, “Oh God no. That’s hilarious! Jessica and Brittney hated each other. They were always fighting with other girls and themselves over Dan.”

“Danny… I mean Dan?”

“Girl, you must have been the only girl he didn’t date if you don’t remember.”

“I was a bit of a bookworm,” I said.

“Were you that girl with the single on 5? We always wondered about you,” she said. “Too bad. Dan was definitely the best lay in the dorm.” I was taken aback by how matter-of-fact she said it.

“What were you saying about him and Jessica though?”

“Jessica was always so high maintenance but Dan had a way with her. She’d come and make some kind of scene or an unreasonable demand or just generally be a bitch and Dan would pull her into the nearest room. They’d yell at each other for about 60 seconds before yelling turned to screaming and screaming turned to… well… SCREAMING if you know what I mean,” she said, giving me an exaggerated wink.

“Excuse me,” I said and hurried off in the direction the girl had waved in originally. If my confidence normally runs at a 10, I’d say I was at a 5.5 right then. I quickened my step. I walked down the hall, the dim music from the reunion dimming as I passed through a set of double doors. I strained my ears, hoping to hear talking… or yelling… or maybe ordinary screaming. Just not… well… yeah.

As I passed a janitorial closet, I heard my husband’s voice, “Jessica. Stop.”

“C’mon, sweetie. I need that magic tongue. You know I do. I’ve never had anything else like it. Unless you want to give me that big fat cock. I’ll let you do that thing you like,” she said, sounding insistent and flirty and clearly horny.

“I’m married, Jessica.”

“So? I won’t tell if you don’t,” she said.

“Stop… don’t, Jessica.”

I kept listening at the door, fear keeping me parallized. Fear keeping me from going in. If I stopped him now, I’d never know if he’d be faithful. And, deep down, there was something else. Ever since that girl at the table whose name I’d already forgotten had mentioned Danny making Jessica scream in ecstasy, I’d had the image burned into my mind as I imagined it.

“I wore this just for you? I remember what you liked, see? Garter belt and stockings just like I used to wear for you, remember?”

“Jessica. Leave it be. I love my wife.”

“Does she let you play pretty princess dress me up with her body? Is her body even as hot as mine, baby? You know you can do anything you want with me? Just tell me what you want me to wear or do or say. You know I’ll do it,” the girl said. I couldn’t believe my ears. That confident looking girl from the slides was throwing herself at my husband in the most pitiful way possible.

“Jessica, that part of me is dead now. I don’t do that anymore.”

“Because she won’t let you?” the seductive voice whispered. Her slight southern accent and condescending tone made my fingers curl involuntarily into a fist. But my pussy was busy having a very different reaction that I was becoming dimly aware of. “You know I won’t say ‘no’ to you, honey.”

“It’s different with my wife. I respect her,” he said. I smiled at that. I love Danny and his restraint.

“Poor, poor Danny. Stuck with a prissy wife he has to treat with respect. I know you, Dan. That’s not who you are. And I’ll give you what you crave, Dan. I’ll be that precious little trophy you get off on having on your arm.”

“Stop,” Danny said, though I felt like I was hearing his resolve start to crumble.

“You fucking suck,” Jessica said in annoyance. “Is it Brittney? Did you marry that cheap fucking whore? Don’t tell me you started respecting that bitch.” She was angry now and her voice had gone up an entire octave all of a sudden. I remembered what the girl at the table had said about them. Was this how it started?

“You know I didn’t. I know you’ve stalked me on Twitter.”

“Fuck you, Dan. You think you’re such hot shit. I real man would have me halfway to happy already,” she said with a meanness that I would never have imagined from the cute girl in the slideshow. She looked so demure, quiet and almost innocent. Now I understood why Danny had said he didn’t like drama and game playing.

“You know I would, Jess. You know I want to,” he said, a sadness in his voice. He wanted to fuck her?

“Then do it, baby. I promise to scream my head off just like you like. I’ll do anything you like, baby. You know I will. ANYthing,” she said. “Oh God. I forgot how big you are…” Was Danny taking out his cock? Was she touching him? Why wasn’t I stopping this. What was I wet?

There was silence for a moment. I halfway expected to hear that tell-tale scream of ecstasy she’d promised him. “Jess… No… I’m married. I take that seriously. You’d have wanted me to stay faithful to you if I’d married you, right?”

“Baby, you always treated me so good. Like a queen whenever anyone else was around. You made me feel special and I always knew I was your number one. I have no need to be jealous, if I’d been getting that tongue and those fingers and that fucking magic cock regularly, I’d have let you have any slut you wanted so long as you came home to me and told me all about it while I reminded you why I was number one.”

“Even Brittney?” he asked.

There was silence. I swear I could feel the temperature drop from outside the door.

“That’s what I thought,” he said. Suddenly the door knob jiggled and I jumped back, worried I’d be caught. His voice sounded so forlorn. Was this what he’d wanted in college? Both of those girls. Was that my husband’s deep dark secret? He’d been in loved with two women who were like oil and water. Diametrically opposed in the most volatile way possible?

“Wait,” came the desperate girl, “Yes. Even Brittney. Fine. Yes. If you’d married me, I wouldn’t have denied you that fucking whore. Just so long as you came home to me, I’d be happy.” There was a sadness in her voice. I couldn’t believe how pitiful this girl was. Even to hypothetically agree to that was just so… humiliating. It made me inexplicably tingly to think about.

“It doesn’t matter,” said Danny. “I’m with Candace now. I’ve never been happy. I don’t have to deal with your bullshit with her. I love her, Jessica.”

“Did you ever love me?” she said. The question hung in the air for a long moment. I willed him to answer. It was like watching a soap opera and sitting at the edge of your seat only this time, I was involved in the story.

“I don’t know,” he said.

“You did. Nobody could be that sweet and kind and not love someone. You made me feel like the most special girl on Earth. Remember that time you went down on me for like two hours. I’ve never cum like that. You were perfect and I was a bitch. Let me remind you… please.” She sounded utterly and completely desperate.

“No,” he said simply and the door suddenly swung open. I jumped behind the large plant next to the door and plastered myself to the wall. He walked out, and I couldn’t help but note that his shirt was tucked tightly into his pants, seemingly undisturbed. There was no lipstick on his face. No mess in his hair. Whatever had happened in there, clothes hadn’t come off and contact had been minimal. I had a weird mixture of relief, surprise and just a hint of disappointment.

Jessica walked out next. She was dressed in an absolutely stunning red dress. It looked like it had been tailored just for her, highlighting every sexy feature of her body. She nailed that look of sexy while being just barely short of slutty. I was envious. And amazed. How could Danny have not given in to that temptation? God I loved him.

Jessica walked past me without noticing, there were tears in her eyes. I couldn’t help myself. I stepped out and quickly caught up with her. “Hey… Uhmmm… Jessica?” I asked.

She turned around to look at me, “What?” she said. It was curt but didn’t have the venom I expected.

“Uhmm… I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” I said.

“Who are you?” she asked.

“Ca… Cadence. From five.”

She looked at me quizzically.

“I had that single. I was a real anti-social nerd back then,” I lied. The untruths coming easily for me as I tried to ingratiate myself with this girl and pump her for information.

She looked me up and down, “Well, you filled out nicely,” she said. “I’m fine. Just stupid college stuff.”

“With Danny?” I asked.

She squinted at me, “Dan? Yeah. Same ol’ college bullshit.”

“Sorry,” I said.

“It’s fine. I’m fine. I just… I dunno. I thought we’d had something special. I thought I could come back here and… you know.”

“Isn’t he married?” I asked.

“Yeah. But like… It’s me and him. I always thought we were inevitable. Even if he had a wife, right? It should be me. Nobody ever made him happy like I did,” she said. She sounded almost like a crazed stalker. And the look in her eyes wasn’t helping. She sniffled gently and looked at me, “I know it sounds crazy. It is crazy. Dan’s not who he was in college. He’s not the man I remember,” she said sadly.

“What do you mean?”

“In college, I could get him to break up with anyone. Thirty seconds with me and he’d be fucking me… and oh God could he fuck, you know? Well… I guess you don’t. But yeah. I never thought there’d be a day when he’d turn this down.”

“Maybe he found something better,” I said, hating the words as soon as they came out. They sounded so petty and catty. I hated myself for saying them to this poor girl, even if she had just tried to seduce my husband so brazenly.

“I didn’t get that impression. I think he’s just afraid. He obviously wanted me. He still wants me. I guarantee if his wife wasn’t some jealous, frigid bitch, he’d be fucking me right now.”

I really didn’t know what to say to that. I knew I wasn’t frigid but jealous? I guess… maybe, I had been. I’d practically sprinted into the hall for Danny only to find out I needn’t have bothered. He’d stayed loyal to me without any intervention. Jessica walked off, heading down the hallway towards the bar, probably to drown her sorrows. I turned around and headed back to the party, still feeling that odd mix of relief and disappointment. I wondered if her words were true. Was it loyalty or fear that had kept Danny from fucking Jessica? It certainly wasn’t lack of desire. His own words coupled with her sultry appearance proved that.

I walked back towards our table and sat down, the balled up g-string in my hand suddenly remembered. I gave Danny a passionate kiss and whispered, “I love you,” I whispered and placed the garment into his hand. He looked at me with surprise and smiled back.

“What was that for?” he asked.

“For being a loyal husband and resisting temptation,” I said.

“What?” he asked, fear and confusion written across his face. The love of my life was a lousy poker player.

“I heard everything between you and Jessica.”

“Candace, I can explain…” he said, looking at me.

“Explain what? That your college girlfriend was so hooked on you and sex with you that she can’t stop thinking about you after a decade apart.”

“I mean…”

“And that she’d willingly share you just to keep you happy?”

“Look, Candace, I don’t…”

“You should have fucked her,” I said. The words startled me. I looked around, grateful nobody was at the table with us to hear my shocking statement.

“She clearly needed it. Yeah, she’s a little crazy and you probably shouldn’t stick your dick in crazy but she was right. As long as you come home to me and don’t keep secrets, I’m happy. Would you have still fucked me tonight if you’d fucked her.”

“Candace, what kind of… I mean… of course… but…”

“Then you should have used that… what were her words? Magic tongue tongue to get her halfway to happy?”

“You really are amazing,” he said, clearly at a loss for word and electing to give up whatever disagreement he was trying to muster.

I sat back and folded my arms, emphasizing my big tits just a little more. “I know,” I said.

“You know I wouldn’t cheat on you,” he said.

“I know. I heard. But I don’t want you to not cheat because you’re afraid of losing me or me getting pissed. I want you to be happy. And if that means you throw a bone… pun intended… to some desperate old flame then go for it. Just tell me all about it later. Or better yet, let me watch,” I said.

“Candace!” he exclaimed, surprised by my words, “How much have you drunk?”

“Not a single drop yet. Imagine how horny I’m going to be once you get me drunk, lover.”

That caused him to give me a big grin and immediately jump up to get a martini. We danced and I drank for the next two hours, getting each other worked up almost to the point of needing to go escape to the janitorial closet ourselves. At one point, I tried to make a game out of it with myself, wondering if I could get one or both of us to cum on the dance floor. Turns out, that’s a lot harder than it sounds but the effort sure was fun.

After a while, I needed to go pee and I excused myself again, leaving Danny sitting there at our table, trying desperately to hide the giant hard on I’d been stroking with my legs, ass and hands for the last hour.

I walked away, shaking my ass, knowing that he was staring at me. When I returned, I looked to our table and once again, he was gone. I looked around and saw Carlos dancing with some stacked blonde chick. Clearly they were going to hook up. Good for them. I danced up next to Carlos, shaking my ass and feeling good. “Where’d Danny get off to, Carlos?”

“Uhhmm…,” he said, looking embarrassed.

My stomach clenched reflexively. But I wasn’t worried. I knew what’d I’d asked for. It had been what I’d been thinking about and hoping for the whole time I’d been dancing with Danny. I’d been whispering constant encouragement to him while we danced, enjoying the surge in his cock everytime I made him think about fucking Jessica. When he finally admitted he wanted to do it, I’d very nearly gotten that orgasm I’d been seeking on the dance floor. “Did his ex show back up?” I asked, trying not to sound like a hopeful, eager child on Christmas Eve.

“Candace, I…,” he stammered.

“Don’t worry, Carlos. It’s fine. I trust Danny,” I said.

“Okay, but…,” he started but the Miss Blonde Big Tits gave him a big kiss and yanked him away. Clearly their time had come. Carlos looked over his shoulder, clearly trying to say something but it was lost in the noise of the crowd and the music. I turned and walked down the hall, going straight to the Janitor’s closet, assuming I’d find them there. My pussy was drenched, imagining it. I couldn’t believe how badly I wanted to hear that little slut scream. I wanted MY MAN to be the one making her scream. When I got there, there was no noise. I was disappointed. Where would they have gone?

“You looking for Dan?” came a voice. “He went that way with you know who.” It was the brunette from earlier. She was clearly pretty blitzed.

“Oh… thanks,” I said. “She came back for round two?”

“I dunno… Maybe. They were definitely getting ready to go fuck. She practically drug him to the parking lot.

“Thanks,” I said then hurried off.

“Why do you care?” the girl called after me.

I turned around and happily yelled out, “I’m not from the dorm. I’m his wife!”

“Oh shit!” she said, then practically fell over giggling, “His wife!”

Her drunken laughter taunted my ears as I tried to move as quickly as possible despite my heels. It was like a little voice saying, “You’re missing it. You’re missing the opportunity to see your husband make his college sweetheart scream. That little princess is being well fucked and you’re not seeing it.” Cursing the stupid heels, the interminably slow elevator, and the difficult to push revolving door, I finally made it outside. Our SUV was parked off to the left, in a conveniently dark corner. And it was shaking. It was shaking a LOT. My pulse quickened and I could feel my pussy clench involuntarily. I snuck through the cars, crouching like I was in a spy movie. As my eyes adjusted to the dim parking lot, I saw a shadow in the trunk of the car and I could hear my husband’s deep voice as he yelled at the woman he was pounding.

“God, you’re still such a dumb cunt, baby,” he snarled. I paused, taken aback by the cruelty in his voice. It was a tone that thirty seconds ago I would have sworn under oath my husband wasn’t capable of. The harsh smack of a hand on soft, feminine flesh caused me to yelp quietly and the shadow spun towards me, pausing in its movements. I couldn’t see my husband’s face in the car but I could imagine him staring at me, unsure if he should continue. “My wife is watching me fuck you, slut,” he said finally. All I heard was a soft pleading sob, muffled too much by the car to hear properly. I could imagine Jessica’s prissy little face, pleading and begging for more. “Stupid little bimbo. Your pussy isn’t good enough. I want my favorite hole,” he growled. I saw him spit down and then slowly ease himself back into his ex, presumably now violating her ass. “Where’s my cock, bitch?”

A whimpering, simpering voice cried out. It was higher pitched than I expected. Like some kind of brain dead cheerleader rather than the bitchy, composed woman I’d talked to earlier.

“Louder you pathetic piece of fuck meat. Tell my wife where my cock is!” he said. It was so violent and demanding. I’d never heard Danny talk that way to me… or anyone for that matter. This dark side was turning me on so much. Suddenly I was jealous not because my husband was fucking someone else but because of HOW he was fucking her. I’d never given him my ass. He’d never even asked. And suddenly I didn’t want him to ask. I just wanted him to take it and make it his.

The voice inside the car wailed out, “My ass… it’s in my ass!” It wasn’t Jessica’s voice. Danny’s hand gripped the girl’s hair and yanked her head up, pressing it against the window where I could clearly see the curly, red hair of his other ex, Brittany. Her eyes were glassy, barely aware of me, as she continued to mumble, “My ass… your ass… you’re fucking my worthless ass… Oh fuckkk… I’m cumming… I’m cumming!!!”

I stood there, unaware of the rest of the world, watching my husband violate this gorgeous, sexy, luscious redhead and wishing it was me. I stepped away, shaking with all kinds of conflicting emotions. Arousal, anger, arousal, jealousy, arousal, confusion and, above all else, unimaginable arousal. When they finished, my husband and his lover extricated themselves awkwardly from the SUV. Brittany couldn’t meet my eyes as she fixed up her outfit. I say outfit but really it might have been the sluttiest thing I’d ever seen a person wear in public. She was wearing a tiny little mini-skirt and a black lacy bra. She put on a little white leather jacket that barely covered the bra and showed off everything else. “Slut,” I hissed, still fuming with jealousy for reasons that were far too complicated to articulate.

“I know,” she said flatly, before walking off. She didn’t even have the decency to slink off. She strutted, obviously proud of what she’d just done. God, I wanted to be her in that moment.

My husband stepped out of the car, cracking his knuckles nonchalantly as he looked at me, “Soooo…” he said.

“You fucked her,” I said in a forced monotone.

“You said I could,” he said.

“Not her though. I meant Jessica,” I said.

“Why not her? I thought you were saying anyone.”

“I was… I mean… Shit… I don’t know.”

“Are you mad?” he asked, giving me a hug. I sank into him, inhaling deeply his musky, sweaty scent. The hints of her cheap perfume corrupting it but somehow still making me jealous.

“I’m jealous,” I said in a whisper.

“But you said as long as I go home with you…” he said, reminding me of my words from earlier.

“I’m jealous about HOW you fucked her,” I said.

“What?” he said, just as confused as I was though for very different reasons.

“I don’t know… I thought I wanted to see you and Jessica. To watch you make some girl so happy like that… but then watching you with… with Brittany. God… You were a fucking animal, Danny.”

He looked suddenly small and shy and embarrassed. It made my heart leap out to him, “No… I loved it… It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. I wasn’t scared or repulsed. I wanted to be her. I wanted to be the one that made you like that.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” I said, then gave him a tender kiss.

“You’re better than both of them,” he said.

“I don’t think I am,” I said softly.

“Why would you say that?”

“I don’t bring out that animal instinct in you like she did.”

He was silent for a moment then whispered, “I fight so hard to keep that side of me from coming out with you, Candace. I respect you too much for that?”

“And you liked showing off Jessica, didn’t you? Did you even pick out her clothes?” I asked.

He nodded and said, “Every day. It was her thing. Looking her best for me.”

“Yeah?” I asked and he nodded, “I want that. I want what they had. Don’t keep parts of yourself from me, okay?” There was a long silence, the only sound coming from the frogs croaking in the distance, “Will you show me? We’ve got the weekend, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“Treat me like Brittany tomorrow and then like little princess Jessica on Sunday,” I said.

“Deal!” Danny’s smile lit up the dim parking lot as if it sparkled with the light of a thousand fires.

“We might have to repeat it every weekend for awhile… You know… if I’m still undecided.”