A Simple Proposition
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Authors: Jennifer O'Donnell
A Simple Proposition
Jennifer O’Donnell
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am had been looking forward to this night for months. Her husband, Steve, had spent what seemed like every minute of the last month at the office. He was in the middle of finishing up a much-needed upgrade for his company’s flagship software application. Steve had been stressed out, since he was having trouble scaling up to the heavy workload that was being required to get the upgrade released.
While Pam was very supportive of her husband and appreciated his hard work, she was feeling very lonely. She knew that Steve was under a ton of pressure for his team to complete this software upgrade, and that his clients were demanding new features, so she didn’t want to complain about his absence.
When Steve suggested a night out together, Pam started to feel that the light was at the end of the proverbial tunnel. Steve was trying to make good with her, and she appreciated his effort. She’d been hoping to reconnect with her husband.
Pam spent hours fussing over what to wear. Nothing fit the way she wanted it to, nothing looked right in the mirror. She struggled looking for that perfect outfit for him. She was frustrated. It was like she had a closet full of no clothes. In the back of the closet, there it was. Her perfect black dress.
Sitting at the restaurant quickly turned into just another night with Steve lost in his i-Phone. Something had come up and she could see the frustration in Steve’s face. Sure, he was happiest when working and needed, but even he was growing tired.
Finally, after the server decanted their bottle of wine, Steve set his i-Phone down. Suddenly he blurted out, “I want to watch you with another guy.”
Pam was astonished and it took a moment for it to sink in. “Excuse me? What did you say?”
She had been expecting a quiet dinner. Now her mind was racing with what her husband just said to her.
Steve sat back, proud that he finally said it. He'd been having these fantasies for the past couple of years. He had wanted to tell Pam but hadn’t had the nerve.
She sat there and looked at him and couldn’t decide what to think. “Where did that come from?” she asked.
“It’s just that I do have a fantasy. You asked the other day.” He paused for a moment. “I said I didn’t have any.”
She nodded. She’d read something in a magazine about sex fantasies and she’d asked Steve if he had any, then forgot about it right away.
“That isn’t true,” he said. “I do. I want to watch you have sex with another guy. There. That's my fantasy and I finally admitted it.”
She thought about that. “Is that your only fantasy?”
“That’s the one.” He took a deep swallow of his wine. “Watching you is the one I think about the most.”
“Oh,” she said. She wasn’t sure how judgmental she should be, whether she should be supportive since he was sharing
or repulsed by the idea. Even though Steve was being honest, she didn’t really know how she felt about it. Wasn’t it kind of rude for him to blurt out something like that?
Actually, she had fantasies about other men. Steve’s new friend, Mike, was attractive, nice, warm, and caring. Sure she’d love to spend a night in his bed if she were single. Steve had to have noticed the attraction, but after all these years he had to know she never would. Still, his fantasy was kind of hot. Maybe her “innocent” fooling around with Mike had given Steve the idea?
“So you want to watch some guy do me,” Pam said. “That’s kind of weird.”
Steve looked embarrassed. “You asked, that was all.” He looked defeated and started to look away. “Never mind.”
“I’m not saying no. I’m wondering where this came from.” Pam took a deep breath. “But I’m not saying no.”
He looked up. “I wasn’t suggesting.”
“Oh,” Pam said, and now she was embarrassed. “Weren’t you?”
Steve shrugged.
She thought to herself, “Why were you telling me if you wouldn’t like me to do it? Why else would you want me to know that?”
“You asked the other day. I felt bad that I’d lied.”
“Oh.” She ate a little more of her spaghetti, concentrating on swirling it around it her fork.
“I love you,” she said. “Don’t worry about this, okay? It’s not a problem.”
Pam sipped her wine while watching for his reaction. “But I still need to know if you’d want me to do it if I decided I would.”
No answer.
“Come on,” she said. “It’s out there now. How serious are you about this?”
“I don’t know. I want you to know that’s what I think about, that’s all.”
“Okay,” she said. “Fair enough.”
But Steve went on. “I don’t know if actually wanting you to do it is better or worse than just imagining it.”
Pam decided not to push too much. “It’s okay,” she said again after a minute. “I don’t know either.”
“You think it’s weird?” Steve wasn’t sure if he was embarrassed or glad that it was finally out there. He knew that every time Mike came over, Pam would be all over him once he left. Not that he minded, and watching them banter was a real turn on for him as well.
“I’m not sure. Maybe it’s a bit weird.”
”You’re not annoyed or disgusted?” Steve just sat there looking at her, and she knew he was getting hopeful. She knew his worried face and she knew his hopeful face, and he was definitely looking at her with the hopeful face. And a bit of a turned
-on face, too.
Pam took a little pity on him. “I honestly don’t know what to say at this point. Have you before?” Pam said, still thinking. “Done that with someone? An ex? Like got her to go along with it?”
Steve shook his head.
“Never?”
“No.”
“Couldn’t talk any of the ex’s into it?”
“Never trusted anyone enough to tell them.”
She looked at him for a moment, feeling warm and tender now. She leaned over the table and kissed him.
“What?”
“Saying that. Making it sweet.”
“Okay.” He was even more confused, if that was even possible.
“I’m not pissed off, and I’ll think about it, okay? Now stop looking at me that way.”
“I’m not asking you to think about it. I’m just telling you what I think about, a fantasy that I have.”
“If that’s what you say, Steve. But I am thinking about it. Unless you don’t want me to?”
He looked at her for a while. Now he had hope that his fantasy would come true. The room became very warm and his slacks became uncomfortably tight.
Pam noted his reaction without him saying anything. No matter how much he denied wanting her to actually do it, she knew he did. “Well then,” she said, “Let’s go home.”
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nce home they went to the family room and watched TV, but Pam couldn’t concentrate. She had her feet up on Steve’s lap and was watching him as much as the screen.
She wasn’t sure which part confused her the most. Sure, she loved the idea of being a queen for a night with two men worshipping her. And what thinking of Mike could do to her. The mere mention of him could get her heart jumping and her panties wet.
“What?” Steve asked, when he noticed Pam staring off into the distance. But Pam just shook her head and didn’t answer. Steve knew that there was chemistry between Pam and Mike. He did not mind because he knew Pam’s and his relationship was solid. So what if Mike lit her fire if he could be the one to enjoy the after-effects.
Pam tried to wrap her mind around this. She was horny, but she couldn’t quite decide if she was turned on by his idea, or just turned on by the idea of him being turned on by telling her.
“Want to go to bed?” she asked. Steve turned off the TV and stood up.
She’d planned to just hop into bed and fuck without talking about it anymore, but she started thinking again while she was brushing her teeth.
She went into the bedroom, still holding the toothbrush, and said, “Who? Which guy?”
Steve looked surprised. “For the thing?”
“Of course the thing. Who would you want to do me?
“Anyone you want.”
“How considerate that I’m allowed to pick the man who's going to fuck me.”
She went back into the bathroom to spit. She swallowed water, rinsed her mouth, and went back to the bedroom door holding the towel. “Anyone at all?”
“If you’ll do it, then yeah, I suppose.”
“Wouldn’t you be jealous? If it’s some dude I’ve had a crush on for years?”
“You have crushes?”
“Maybe,” she said. “Who knows? Wouldn’t that worry you?”
“I think that’s part of it.”
She looked at him, puzzled. “How?”
“If you’re really into it. Into him.”
“I’m not sure that I understand. I don’t get that,” she said.
“I don’t either, really. It seems to be there, though. I just know about it.” Steve ran his hand through his thick hair, confused by his thoughts and feelings.
“Okay,” Pam said, now not sure they should even be talking about it if he hadn’t sorted that out himself. She put the towel back, and went into the bedroom. She undressed completely, assuming she was getting some, and then stopped and sat on the edge of the bed.
Steve looked at her.
“I’m thinking,” she said.
“About this?”
“Of course.”
“About me getting jealous?”
She shrugged.
“I’ll be okay,” Steve said. “I won’t get jealous about this.”
“You’re sure?”
Steve shrugged his shoulders. “I think so.”
“Because it turns you on? And that’s bigger than any jealousy that you might have?”
“I think so.”
“Yeah,” Pam said. It sort of made sense. “It would be really bad if we did anything about this and you couldn’t handle it, though. Now I’m wondering, and you know I’m wondering, and so it’s there. I’m not upset by the idea, I’m just worried about what might happen.”
He nodded.
“I want to get my head around it,” she said. “Before we do anything. Once it happens there is no going back, and I'm not willing to gamble on our marriage.”
She slid into bed, reached over, and found he was hard. It seemed a shame to waste it, so she started
to nibble on his ear knowing it would turn him on. Then they started to make out like back when they were in high school, and that ended the conversation for a while. Steve slid his fingers into her, and she was a bit surprised by how wet she was already. All this talk was turning her on, too.
Steve started to turn her over to have her from behind.
“Wait,” Pam said. “Not like that. Not if we’re going to keep talking about it.”
“We’re going to keep talking?”
“Aren’t we?” How could he not want to talk about this, she wondered?
“I don’t know.”
“We are, and I don’t want you behind me for something like this. So get on top.”
He did, and she closed her eyes and sighed, feeling him push inside her.
“And then I have to worry about that guy thing,” she went on despite the sensations.
“Guy thing?” Steve didn't know what she was talking about.
“Yeah, what if he has a bigger cock than you?” Pam teased. “The guy I blow or have sex with.” She didn’t open her eyes. “Does it matter to you if he's bigger?”
“I guess not.”
She lay there for a while, feeling him fuck her, getting more turned on by the conversation.
“What if I like how he tastes better?”
“I don’t mind.”
Pam had to know what the boundaries were and what Steve was comfortable with. What he was okay with and what was off limits since in the heat of the moment boundaries might be pushed too far. “Will I know how he tastes? I mean, do you want him to wear a condom?”
Silence for a moment. Pam opened her eyes and looked at Steve.
“Is it awful if I say no?” he said.
“You don’t want him to?”
He didn’t answer.
“You don’t?” she said. “You’re sure?”
“I don’t. I want him to come in your mouth. You to taste him. Swallow him. Is that okay?”
She lay there a while and then decided to push his button. “Can he fuck me?”
“I don’t know. I’m not sure.”
“Just head?”
“Just head. For now.”
Somewhere along the line they’d stopped talking about “maybe,” she noticed, and started talking about “how.” And a really specific kind of how, with rules. She wasn’t sure that was a good idea. She wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to have sex while they talked about whether they would, either.
She’d started it, though. She’d done it, and was getting turned on talking about it, even if it was only talk. So she decided to continue and she felt hornier and hornier, and it seemed Steve did, too.
“What about me,” she said. “Do I get any?”
“I don’t know.”
“What if I’d only want to do it if he went down on me as well?”
“Then I guess that’s okay.”
“You’re sure?” Pam said.
“I’m sure.”
She felt herself tingling all over, especially where it counted. To keep herself somewhat under control, she looked at Steve and smiled. “Pervert,” she said, finally.
“How about if we quit all this talk and I go down on you right now?” Steve said, grinning.
“Mmm. Yeah, okay.”
He slid down and she wrapped her legs around his shoulders, a bit startled by how enthusiastic he seemed to be by all this, and how it was working for her, too. She came pretty quickly and grabbed at the sheet, trying not to make it obvious how intensely she was coming. She really didn’t want Steve to know how much this was turning her on. Pam wasn't sure if it was all the kinky talk that fired her up, or if the idea of being with Steve's friend had lit her fire.
He kept grinning, though, so she thought he knew.
She blew him, because she was pretty sure that was what he’d had in mind when he offered to do her. She thought of ways to tease him as she remembered a porn movie that they watched together where the wife used her left hand to hold the lover’s cock. Seems that men get turned on watching that ring sliding up and down on him. Maybe this was something Steve had thought about as well.
She bent over and sucked him off, and every time she glanced up he was staring at her. The whole time he was oddly silent, all inward and thinking, and she had a horrible feeling he was imagining her doing someone else. And she wasn’t sure she minded if he was.
He came quickly, almost as fast as she did. She swallowed like he wanted her to do with this fantasy guy, and then went and got a glass of water to rinse her mouth.
Back in the bedroom she said to Steve, “I’m asking again. One chance to tell me that you really want this 'thing' to happen.”
Again, he gave her his stock answer, “I think I might.”
Pam turned off the light and got into bed.
Steve kissed her while Pam lay there, half-asleep, still wondering.
