No Ordinary Game Ch. 03

She eyed him carefully. "I'm not kidding, Sy. I'm not sharing you with another woman."

She paused, then said, "We don't have to do this, you know. What if I just keep teasing you about Glenn? What if I just pretended to have sex with him, like we did last night? Doesn't that help? Isn't that enough?"

Sy knew it was no use pretending. He had carefully thought this through. He knew his own mind.

"I like it. I really like your teasing, Mandy. But it's not enough. Ultimately, sooner or later, I want you to do it, and I mean really do it, with Glenn. And I want to be there with you."

"No, Babe. I don't think I could ever let you watch me have sex. Sex is private. It's just for two people. Maybe I could change my mind someday, but I can't promise that."

Sy pondered what his wife had just said and his mind rebelled. He wanted to be there! He wanted to see it and hear it! But Mandy was firm. He proposed a compromise.

"If you can't let me watch, at least tell me everything when you get back. I want to know everything, absolutely every little detail. No matter how embarrassing you think it is, for me or for you. God, I feel so weird asking you to do this. You must think I'm a weirdo or something."

"No, Sy, I don't think you're a weirdo. I wouldn't have married a weirdo."

She pulled him close to her breast and stroked his hair. This was so hard, so crazy hard! She wanted to make it right. She wanted to satisfy her husband. But more and more, it seemed she must have sex with Glenn.

She thought, Would it be so bad for me to have sex with Glenn?

No, it would not.

Glenn was a nice man. He was her boss, her mentor, and her protector at work. He was her running buddy. He was handsome in the way of an older man, and he was fit and strong. They shared a special connection, she knew, and they shared smiles and little jokes at work. He was a sexy guy, she thought. And he had a nice bulge in his running tights!

Moreover, Glenn's wife Tiffany had given Amanda explicit permission to have sex with her husband, so there was no danger from that quarter.

Sy wants this so badly! What a strange place we've come to! she thought.

"But Babe! If I do it, if I really do it, I won't hold back! Do you think it will just be like going for a trail run? No, Sy. It will be more than that. Much more!

"Glenn and I will make love to each other! Me and Glenn, Sy! Kissing, hugging, cuddling, all those things that you and I do! Can you accept that? Can you wait at home while I'm off making love to another man? Totally giving myself to him and enjoying it? Because you know I will enjoy it, Sy. I like sex and I might really like sex with Glenn. I have a feeling he's a fantastic lover."

Sy's mind was buzzing like a hive but his voice was calm and even. "Mandy, I can do it because I know it isn't real. It's a game we're playing, the game, remember? You aren't in love with Glenn. You're in love with me and you're married to me. Glenn is married to Tiffany. That's not going to change."

He looked to her for understanding but saw only questions.

"But Babe, love happens! People can't control it! I know it won't be just sex! I will feel love, too! I know I will! And I do feel something for Glenn. Maybe it's just friendship or loyalty or something else, but if I have sex with Glenn, I know I will feel love. We will be as intimate as a man and a woman can be! We could fall in love! Are you sure that's what you want?"

Sy knew he had to answer truthfully. Years of talking and roleplaying had led to this moment.

"Yes, Mandy, I want this. I want you to have sex with Glenn, real good sex. I can't imagine how jealous it will make me, but I want you to let yourself go and really enjoy it. I want you to fuck Glenn."

It came out of his mouth in a sudden burst of words. Part of him wanted to take it back but he knew it was too late. He had just put in motion something that might get out of control, something he both hated but desperately wanted to happen.

Amanda thought of her luncheon date with Tiffany. It would do your marriage good, Tiffany had said. Amanda felt comforted by Tiffany's words. A calmness came over Amanda and her voice lost it's hard edge. She spoke softly to her husband in clear, measured tones.

"Okay, Sy. If this is what you want me to do, I'm going to do it. I'll do it for you, Babe, but I'm also doing it for me. I want it, too."

Sy stared back, blinking. "You want it, too?"

"I think I do, Sy. I want to fuck Glenn."

Sy felt his breath catch and his belly twist into knots. He had a sort of tunnel vision and a ringing in his brain. It hit him like a freight train and sent little sensory bolts of lightnings all over his body.

***

The next day was Sunday and Amanda had an unexpected desire to attend Mass. She was Catholic and rarely attended, but when she did, Sy stayed home. She returned home feeling refreshed in the way of a person who had made a momentous decision. She laughed at herself, thinking of the incongruity of going to Mass with adultery on her mind.

Oddly, she felt no shame, only a sense of purpose. Were she truly honest with herself, she would have realized she had hardened her heart against her husband, if only a little. Sy had pushed her into doing this. Now, she would carry it out.

Sy was still in his bathrobe, reading the Sunday paper at the kitchen table, when Mandy returned home. She walked into the kitchen and Sy spoke first.

"You're serious?"

"Yes."

"When?"

"I don't know. It's up to Glenn. I know he's going to ask, and when he does, I'm going to say 'yes'."

Her insides were in turmoil but she kept her voice steady. She was afraid she would fall apart if she let her jittery pangs of nervous excitement take over. She had to be resolute.

"How do you know he's going to ask?"

"I know," she replied. "Last Monday, I had lunch with Tiffany."

Sy was surprised. In the deep recesses of his mind he had a vague, uneasy feeling that events were already slipping out of control. Things had happened fast! He listened intently while Amanda told him the story of her luncheon with Tiffany.

"So Tiffany knows everything? And she's already given you and Glenn permission?"

"That's right, Sy."

Amanda reached deep inside herself for calm. A task had been set before her. Like any other task, it could be broken down into component parts, analyzed, and solved. She was accustomed to solving problems. She thought, We've come to a joint decision. Now, my task is to carry it out.

Already she was thinking of the practical matters of seduction. She was thinking about how it would feel to undress for Glenn, to feel his eyes on her bare skin as she exposed herself for his pleasure. That was foremost in her mind, Glenn's pleasure. She wanted to do this for Glenn!

She wanted to strip for him. For years, his eyes had followed her around the office. He's probably been undressing me in his imagination, she thought. Now, I'm going to give him his wish!

The idea pleased her.

She planned to dress in office attire and let him watch as she took it off. All of it! She wanted to do it slowly and deliberately while Glenn savored the sight of her nakedness. She wanted him to enjoy the free movement of her bare arms and legs, her bare bottom, and her bare breasts. She wanted her whole body bare and fully displayed for him, and purely for his pleasure.

But I'll enjoy it, too! she thought.

She wanted to tease her nipples and make them hard. She wanted Glenn to watch while she twisted and pulled until they hurt. She wanted to watch the excitement on his face when she showed him her glistening sex. She would stand before him, legs wide and knees bent, lewdly spread so nothing would be hidden from his gaze.

She wanted to walk around the hotel room naked, wearing nothing but her pearls and Stuart Weitzman's so when she wore them at work, his mind's eye would see her moving about the office the same way, naked.

She wanted to take his penis into her mouth and suckle, milk, and coax him to full hardness. She wanted to hear Glenn's gasps and groans and feel his hands grip her head while her mouth, tongue, and lips worked on his cock and balls. He would thrust his hips and she would encourage him. It might be uncomfortable, she thought, but she wouldn't mind because it was for Glenn. She would take him deep into her mouth, as far as he could go, even if it caused her to gag.

I want to do this for Glenn! she thought. I want to give Glenn that pleasure!

She imagined Glenn's muscles tensing, his movements growing more urgent, his cock swelling and growing harder, then pulsing once, twice, and flooding her mouth with his hot seed. She wanted to swallow Glenn's semen while he twitched and groaned in ecstasy!

She wanted to feel Glenn's tongue lapping at her pussy. She wanted to grasp his head and pull him against her sex while she rode his face to orgasm. But most of all, she wanted to feel his hard cock relentlessly pound her cunt while his bodyweight pinned her to the bed. She wanted to feel his bare penis thrust and ejaculate inside of her. She wanted to feel the warm glow of his spreading semen.

But Glenn was 56 years old. Could he ejaculate twice in one night? She didn't know.

These lurid images flashed across her mind at lightning speed as she sat in the kitchen with her husband. She was surprised by how quickly her erotic focus had shifted from her husband to Glenn. It was lust that caused it, she knew, one of the Seven Deadly Sins.

Suddenly, she realized Sy had been talking to her, and she hadn't heard a single word he had been saying.

"Well, Mandy? Will you tell me first?" he said, as her mind jolted back into reality. She felt fleeting shame for having ignored her husband, but recovered smoothly.

"Of course, Sy. I'll tell you beforehand, every time."

Every time? For the first time, Sy realized this was not a one-time event. This was going to happen, over and over again! The realization gave him a shock.

"How many times are you planning to do it?" he asked, and Mandy could hear the strain in his voice.

"More than once, Sy."

"Well, I suppose that might naturally happen," Sy answered. "But, Mandy, I want this to be something we do together. I just have to be there with you."

He was pleading again and it rubbed Amanda the wrong way. Sy had pushed her to do this and turned the task over to her. She was going to do it her way!

"No, Sy. I won't allow it. You'd be too distracting. When I'm with Glenn, I want to concentrate all my attention on Glenn. You'll just have to accept that."

She could see his disappointment.

"Okay, Mandy, if that's what it takes, then I'll go along with it. But please! Try to let me watch. Would you promise to try?"

"I'll try, Sy. If that's not good enough maybe we should just call it off right now, this instant, before we even get started."

"No, no, please don't call it off Mandy, I'll be patient. Just don't forget about me, that's all."

"I'll tell you when I know the date," she said. "I know you'll want details and I promise to tell you about it when I get back. But you must promise not to whine and beg anymore."

She looked in his eyes for signs of anger but saw none. Instead, she saw eagerness. She held his hands and spoke again.

"If you want me to stop, if you want to call this off at anytime, just say so and I'll stop. I'm sure Glenn would be disappointed, but he'd survive. You have that power, Sy, but once you use it, we stop completely. We stop and we never go back. I won't let you jerk me back and forth on this. You're asking a lot of me."

She squeezed his hands and leaned across the kitchen table for a kiss.

"Babe, you've got to see things from my perspective, too. You're asking me to break my wedding vows, our wedding vows, Sy! Once I have sex with Glenn, we can't undo it."

"I know," he said.

"There's more, Sy. Once we start, I think Glenn and I are going to want to do it a lot, like newlyweds. Is that acceptable to you?"

He stared at his wife. He hadn't thought of that. "Well, I guess so," he answered.

"I can guarantee you we'll do it a bunch of times, Sy. Don't give me your permission without understanding that.

"And another thing, Sy. I want the freedom to do it on the spur of the moment. An opportunity might come along and I might not have time to talk with you, first. There might be only enough time to send you a quick text message. But I'll always tell you about it, later."

He hadn't thought of that, either. Glenn and his wife would be new lovers! Of course they'd want that freedom! The ringing in his brain was starting again.

Scenes from a husband's nightmare raced through Sy's mind. His eager, blushing wife undressing for another man! Her shrill little cries as the man pressed her into the bed and entered her, her whimpers and moans, and her sweet little breathy sounds only a husband should ever hear!

Then, the panting rhythm of her breath as the man decisively fucked her. Long minutes of skin-on-skin slapping sounds filled the room, and the unmistakable smell of sex. He saw her head thrown back, her mouth open in a soundless scream, her eyes squeezed shut, and her grimaces as she climaxed on his thick cock. He heard her cries and the squishy sounds of their mixed juices, beaten into a white froth that matted her dark, curly hairs, and her vagina gaped open after the man had withdrawn. He saw her panting, exhausted body, slick with sweat, splayed across the rumpled sheets.

The images came at him in a searing rush and he thought he might faint. Burning lust overcame his consciousness and he was unable to focus his thoughts. He put his fear and jealousy aside and in the turmoil of his mind he knew he would permit this to happen. He wanted to see his little darling impaled on Glenn's stiff prick. He wanted to hear her moans as Glenn worked his prick in and out of her. He wanted to witness their raw, sweaty coupling. This is what he wanted!

"Mandy, that's exactly what I want. I want you to fuck Glenn."

Later that evening, Amanda called Tiffany and informed her of their decision. It was on.

***

Monday morning at work, Amanda tried to act normally but she couldn't. She could think of nothing but Glenn. What was he planning? When would he ask? She already knew what she would do. She would say 'yes'!

She brought a letter into his office, placed it on his desk, and closed the door. She stood before his desk at parade rest, hands behind her, and with her eyes focused on the far wall. Why she did this, she did not know. No one had ever told her to do this but it seemed right. Glenn looked her up and down and a slight smile formed on his lips.

"Yes, Amanda?"

"A letter, sir," she said.

"Sir, is it now?"

"Yes, sir," she replied.

He picked up the letter. It was from those pedantic Quality Assurance people, probably a re-cap of their recent meeting. He placed the letter back on his desk.

"This Friday, Mandy, after work, you and I are going on a date. Just wear your normal office attire and we'll leave directly from work. We'll have drinks, dinner, and dancing. You can tell Sy I'll have you home sometime after midnight. Don't bother with anything else, just bring yourself. And be yourself."

He smiled up at Amanda and she locked eyes with him. Her chest felt tight and her face tingled. Was she hyperventilating? She had known this moment was coming and now it was here! She had rehearsed what she did next. She had chosen it for maximal effect.

She put her right index finger into her mouth. Then, she drew it out through her pursed lips, all the while holding his gaze.

Glenn just stared.

"Oh, yes Mandy!" he whispered. "But really, just expect to be treated to a wonderful night of dinner and dancing. I want you and I to have a good time."

He smiled at her. "A very good time."

***

That same Monday evening Amanda and Sy snuggled together in bed. It had been only a week since Amanda's fateful luncheon with Tiffany. They were both tipsy from Manhattans and the wine served with their beef stroganoff. Sy had gotten home early and started the stroganoff, and Amanda had unexpectedly brought home ingredients for the Manhattans. The stroganoff had to simmer for two hours, and they had time enough for two drinks each, along with a plate of cheeses. They didn't usually drink so much and they were both feeling the alcohol.

"What gave you the idea to make Manhattans?" asked Sy.

"Tiffany likes them."

"Do you always do what Tiffany says?" he replied.

He was wary of Tiffany's influence. He was sure Tiffany was behind Mandy's decision to have sex with Glenn, and even though that's what he wanted, Tiffany's involvement was bothersome.

Sy felt loquacious from the booze and eager to talk. "She's got a hold over you, Mandy. I'm not sure I like that."

"She's got a hold over Glenn, Babe, not me." There was a long moment of silence before she spoke again.

"It's this Friday, Babe. Glenn and I are going on a date."

"This Friday?" he asked. The mirth was suddenly gone from his voice. So soon?

"Yes, this Friday," she calmly replied.

He immediately felt stupid to have asked her to repeat herself. Amanda felt Sy's body stiffen while he tried to think of something to say.

"You're really going to do it?" Sy said, his voice tense.

"Yes, I'm going to do it. We're going straight from work on Friday. Drinks, dinner, dancing... everything. I won't be home until after midnight," she said, surprised by her calm.

Telling Sy should have been much more difficult, she thought.

"Midnight?" he asked.

Amanda sighed. "No, not midnight, Sy. After midnight, like maybe two or three in the morning."

Sy lay quietly for a minute. He knew he shouldn't, but he had to ask.

"Where?"

Her irritation was growing with each question he asked. She took a moment to calm her mind but she wasn't entirely successful. Her voice carried a new sharpness.

"I don't know, Sy, it's up to Glenn. And you don't have to know because it's not your business. Here's what's important to you. Glenn and I are going to have hours and hours together this coming Friday. We're going to have the whole evening and half of the night. That means we'll have plenty of time for sex, Sy. I'm going to do absolutely everything Glenn wants me to do, and just the way he wants me to do it. I'm going to be his for the evening, Sy. He deserves it, remember? For giving me my job? And I want it, too."

She knew she had just been cruel to her husband. Was it to punish Sy for forcing her into this? Was she mad at herself for giving in to him? Was she mad about her crazy feelings for Glenn? What about Tiffany? That woman was a manipulator!

Then, a frisson of excitement passed through her when she thought of Sy at home, waiting with growing agitation while she was out all evening having drinks, dinner, and dancing with her boss! Yes, Sy's coming torment might provide her some small measure of solace.

This could be fun! she thought.

***

The next night, Tuesday, Sy was eager for sex and so was Amanda. They finished dinner with a sense of anticipation they hadn't felt in quite a while. Sy was loading the dishwasher and Amanda was wiping the countertops, when she caught his hand and pulled him close. She kissed him and squeezed him with a sense of purpose, and he returned her enthusiasm.

"I'm thinking about this Friday, Sy. I'm thinking about Glenn," she said, her face buried on his shoulder. "I know I shouldn't be and I'm sorry. I want to make love tonight but if you don't want to, I understand."