Take It Farther (4 page)

We met outside. The Silver Lining was dimly lit. A very
burly guard at the door checked our IDs and collected the cover charge from
Walter. Three more guards stood near. They looked as capable as our own guards.

The clientele inside was as ritzy as the collection of Rolls
Royces, Mercedes and Lamborghinis outside.

It was not a hip hop club. It was not a dance club. Really,
it wasn't a club. It was a very posh lounge with a small dance floor under very
dim lights. No driving, loud music pounded the walls. No swirling disco lights.
The music was wordless and slow. A few couples moved on the dance floor, but
most were either at the bar or at tables eating dinner.

Even with a reservation, a table required a wait.

"Drinks, then," said Jacqueline.

I was put at ease with the atmosphere. It was slow and I'd
have to say, sublime.

We ordered up our drinks. Jolene went for her customary Pina
Colada. I copied Jacqueline's scotch order. Walter went for rum.

Drinks in hand, we moved over to the leather couches. Only
one couple sat on one of them, drinking and talking with heads together. We had
three couches to ourselves. Walter and Jolene sat close on one and I sat on her
other side. Jacqueline opted for a corner couch near me. She and I leaned
across the low lamp and talked while Walter and Jolene shared their time.

I don't think ten minutes passed before our table was
called. I helped my wife out of her jacket. Walter's pleased look said we had
chosen the right dress.

With ordering out of the way, Walter asked Jolene for a
quick dance before the food arrived.

Jacqueline smiled her enigmatic smile.

I was seated next to her in the booth. Walter sat with my
wife on the other side. We watched them leave, hand-in-hand, to the dance
floor.

Jacqueline said, "That's a very nice dress. Which one
of you picked it out?"

"I did. She resisted."

She laughed. "She looks very good in it. Makes me want
to buy one."

I was not going to say that I would have the pleasure of
seeing her in it. I knew that wasn't what she was looking for.

She said, "Walter's going to love that dress." She
motioned to the dance floor.

He was holding my wife for a slow dance, his hands on her
bare skin. They were smiling at each other, talking about something.

"I thought he might," I said.

"It takes a very loving man to show off his wife."

"Indeed. She's beautiful."

She turned to me fully. "I like hearing that. But has
it all been so smooth for you?"

"Meaning?"

"I'm sure all of this hasn't come without reservation.
Our first chat about it didn't seem favorable."

"Truth be told, I didn't want to accept tonight's
invitation."

She raised her eyebrows. "No? That would have been
disappointing. Both to him and me."

"I relented. Walter had already texted her and she was
excited to come dance."

She coughed in indignation. "I told him to let me
handle it, but his meddling worked."

"He's fine and it looks like they're having fun."

"But you had wanted to decline."

"Yes."

"Why?"

I glanced back to the dance floor. "Because I thought
the kissing was far enough."

"That's a big step."

"But how many more steps are there? I think I've hit my
limit on steps."

She leaned close. "I'm certain he'll kiss her again,
tonight."

I took a drink.

She said, "I know the feel of your wife's skin will
drive him to arousal."

I swallowed, hard. I didn't want to give in to the
curiosity.

"Your wife will be able to feel that arousal…"

Blood thumped in my veins and I opened my mouth to breathe
deeper. Worry crept up my stomach. But so did my curiosity. Would all that
happen? Would he harden with her in his arms? Would she feel it on her thigh?
Or pressed against her mound? How would she react?

They were coming back and I shifted a little in my seat. I
had a semi-erection.

Jacqueline laid a hand on my thigh up high. It was a gentle
touch.

It sent a jolt of electricity up my spine. She knew I had
become excited. I watched Jolene walk with him, his arm around her. His hand
was on her bare waist on the exposed side. If he slid his hand down a little,
he would probably be able to tell she wasn't wearing panties.

I suddenly cursed myself for suggesting she go without. It
might have turned me on to know she wasn't wearing them, but I wasn't
considering that he would find out. Sexy for me, but it would send the wrong
message.

I wanted to run to the bathroom, strip off my boxers and
find a way to give them to her to wear. I took another drink.

Dinner calmed me some, and the alcohol. I could see Walter
looking at the bare expanse of her chest between her boobs. My wife was not a
large woman in that department. But they were there and swung lightly in her
dress.

Sitting next to her as he was, he dropped his hand down
beneath the table to rest on her leg several times. I noticed she put her hand
on his leg as well. It had been talked about, and it didn't worry me.

I had the feeling tonight's sex with my wife was going to be
mind-blowing.

We ordered more drinks after dinner was cleared. Jolene was
already grinning, slightly buzzed. They wandered back to the dance floor after
downing half their fresh drinks.

Jacqueline leaned over. "I think he's going to touch
her."

"What?"

She motioned, though I had already been looking.

Walter's hands roamed up and down her back, his fingers
dipping down underneath the folds of her dress at the back of her hips.

He definitely knows by now she's not wearing panties. I
gulped a drink. "Maybe we should go." I shifted uncomfortably.

She dragged a finger across my bulge. "Is your wife
wearing panties?"

I almost jumped. Jacqueline Preston had no interest in me.
But here she was tracing my cock with her finger. "She… Uh."

"Is she?"

"No."

She leaned very close, her breath hot in my ear. "Whose
idea was it?"

I gulped. "Mine."

Her finger-tracing turned into a full fingered rub of my rapidly
expanding erection. "Look at how beautiful your wife is."

"I can see…"

"Look at her pressed up against my husband."

"Yes, I—" Her fingers were distracting me.

"My husband knows your wife isn't wearing anything
underneath that dress."

I gripped the table.

"He knows and he's excited. He's going to touch
her."

Everything in me wanted to bolt up from the table, grab my
wife, and leave. Everything in me also wanted to stay right where I was and
watch Walter touch my wife.

She whispered, "It's coming."

I watched Walter turning Jolene to dance with my wife from
behind.

"I should stop them—"

Her hands were at my pants, unbuckling.

"What?" I pushed her hands away.

"Be silent." The iron of command was in her tone.

I froze.

Walter's hands were caressing my wife's sides.

Jacqueline worked my erection out of my pants. "Oh, I
see you're nicely hung. Very nice shape." Her fingers gave a light squeeze
of my shaft.

"I thought you didn't look at me that way."

"I don't."

"But, um, why are you—"

"I'm helping you enjoy what's about to happen to your
wife."

"Whats…"

Walter slid his hands up and around. His fingers slid under
the loose straps of cloth covering my wife's breasts. I couldn't see the touch
under her clothing, but I could see his hands moving under the material.

Jacqueline pumped my erection.

Pleasurable sensations swept through me as my cock was
stroked and my eyes watched my wife. I let out a long "Ahhh…"

"See?" she said. "That wasn't so bad, was
it?"

I watched my wife's head lean back and her eyes close.

My boss removed her hand. "You might want to put that
away."

I tried; Walter and Jolene were returning.

My effort would have to wait until my erection had subsided.
Until then, I was throbbing in the wind if anyone looked under the table. But,
the tablecloth hid everything.

The two dancers sat, and took up their half-finished drinks.
Hands disappeared under the table again.

There wasn't much I could say. It's not like I could have
told them to stop touching each other when my own dick was standing up and
waving.

Was Jolene's arm moving? I couldn't tell. She locked eyes
with mine, her hand on his leg or lap. Her mouth was open, slightly.

I finally calmed down and managed to stuff my dick back in
my pants. "Jolene?"

She focused and smiled at me.

"Restrooms?" I gave her the eye.

"Oh. Um, sure." She rose.

I moved out and took her arm gently. We walked to the
restrooms.

She said, "Is everything okay?"

"Yes, I think."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I wanted to leave before some of the touching
started, but I think I've changed my mind."

"What? You have?"

"Not much can happen here, in public. Let him."

"Let him? Let him what?"

I said, "Take it farther."

"Farther? What? How?"

"Take it farther." I hugged her then, pulling the
woman I loved so dearly in close. I breathed in her scent and felt her love.
"I love you."

She melted into my arms with a ferocity that told me without
words. But she said it. "I love you too, my husband."

We returned after visiting the restrooms.

A third round of drinks were ordered and Walter and Jolene
downed half of the new ones before getting back up for more dancing.

Walter had a very obvious tent in his pants.

As soon as their backs were turned, Jacqueline leaned over
and whispered hot in my ear. "I think this is going to get fun, real
fast." While she was saying it, she grabbed my still half-hard penis
through my slacks. It hardened back up immediately.

Damn, she sure seems to know what she's doing.

Walter and my wife embraced again on the dance floor. His
hands cupped her ass and pulled her in. I could see her swaying against him.

I wanted to take her away from him. I also wanted to jack my
cock.

My boss undid my pants again. My dick hit the air.

I really wanted to stretch back and stroke myself while
watching my wife.

But Jacqueline was pumping my shaft for me.

I panted, my boss stroking my shaft. My wife was being felt
up on the dance floor.

Walter had moved behind her again. His hands slid under her
dress again and up to her breasts. Her eyes closed, enjoying it. The doubt and
worry in me receded, overcome by lust.

Another couple danced in front of them, blocking my
voyeurism. I wanted to throw something at them, but they moved after a few
seconds.

Would Walter do more? Do I want him to do more? Some of me
wanted him to do more. A part of me wanted to take us both home – safe from
others.

Jacqueline stroked me lazily. She even continued to stroke
me when the waiter came around to ask if we wanted desert.

I think she liked stroking my cock, if not being interested
in me. I still felt nothing salacious about her intimacy with me except that
she was helping me enjoy what was happening to my wife.

Jacqueline cared for no one except herself and Walter. What
she was doing to me was a courtesy, and nothing more.

Walter's hands were moving, but they were turned so I
couldn't see.

My boss leaned into me again. "Bingo."

"Huh?"

"Your wife is being touched." Her hand moved slow
and seductively up and down my shaft. "In her very intimate places."

I wanted to see. What had I missed? My cock was straining,
throbbing and full of need.

They eventually turned. His hands were down the front of my
wife's skirt. With no panties, both of his hands had to be touching and
caressing her pussy.

My erection twitched and swelled.

"You like this, don't you?"

How could I deny it? I would not have thought I would be
seeing someone else touching my wife's pussy and liking it, no matter how she
and I roleplayed.

But, there she was, her head back and mouth open, and here I
was, at full mast.

Jacqueline gave my cock a final squeeze and let go.
"You really do have a very nice package."

"Uh..." Thanks? My mouth was hanging open. I
watched them come back to the table. There was no hope of putting my dick away.
I hoped they weren't wanting to leave now.

Jolene smiled at me with love and the burning fire of lust.

I knew she wanted to go home and be fucked senseless. So did
I. I realized I loved her more in that moment than ever before. The unspoken
between us was obvious to us, and not to others.

They sat and sipped at their drinks.

Walter turned towards her, to his left, but as if to look
back at the dance floor. His right arm was under the table.

My wife's eyes widened.

I gulped. Was he touching her right here at the table?

Jolene gasped and closed her eyes. She also sank down a
little in her seat. Her mouth dropped open and she had a look of blissful
concentration on her face.

Walter's arm was making tiny movements.

He was fingering her. I knew it as surely as my own dick was
throbbing with need.

My wife gasped.

Walter looked around as he finger-fucked my wife. He even
looked at me and Jacqueline.

They got up, after several minutes of under-table activity
and moved back to the dance floor.

I reached a hand down and stroked myself.

Jacqueline turned to me with a big smile. "Do you mind
if I watch? I love watching men stroke themselves."

"Oh, uh… Sure." I leaned back a little so
Jacqueline could see.

She watched quietly and then reached her hand under her own
skirt to finger herself as I stroked.

Out on the floor, Walter's hands were all over my wife. They
embraced and he kissed her. Their mouths fucked as his hands ran down over her
butt and then under her dress to cup and caress her bare skin.

Jacqueline said, "Do you like this?"

I realized I was panting. Lying would be obvious. "Yes."

~ ~ ~

I climbed over my wife in bed. Jolene's legs spread wide.

"Fuck me," she said.

I reached down and felt the swamp of her wetness. "You
had fun tonight?"

"Yes. Fuck me. Ram me with your cock."

"He touched you. Did you like it?"

Her hips bucked up wildly. "He fingered me, husband.
Right in front of you. It felt so good."

I touched my erection to her very hot and wet pussy. "What
do you think his cock feels like?"
 I rammed my erection in and she cried out with lust.

She was clutching me, eyes closed.

I drove it in deep. "Do you think his cock would reach
as far as mine?" I hammered her pussy and her head flailed from side to
side.

She cried out, whimpering and gasping. "Yes, fuck
me."

I drove hard, my hips slapping into hers.

"Fuck me," she breathed.

"Do you think his cock would feel good in your
pussy?"

She cried out and clutched my shoulders. She clawed, causing
pain. "Yes!"

"Do you want to feel him? Deep?"

"Yes!" Her body went into uncontrollable spasms.

I emptied into her, squirting painful shots of lust and
love.

~ ~ ~

I was at work. My phone chimed.

Text from my wife. "I love you."

A smile lit my face and a warm feeling descended over me. I
so very loved this woman I had married.

I texted my love back.

My desk phone chimed. "Mister Franklin?"

It was Carla. "Yes, Carla?"

"Mrs. Preston would see you in her office."

"Now?"

"Yes, please."

I stood and placed my finger on the off-button. "On my
way." I clicked off.

I rode the elevator up and stepped into the cool of
Jacqueline Preston's executive floor.

Carla nodded at me, saying nothing. She stood and preceded
me to the door. A single knock and she opened it for me, letting me in without
bothering to look.

The auburn-haired woman came around her desk. That her hair
was streaked with gray lent to her presence. "Richard."

"Ma'am." It didn't matter that her hand had been
on my dick. It hadn't been for her interest. I knew it. She knew it, and I knew
she knew it. There was no mix of sexuality among employees in this company.

"How is Jolene?"

"Fine. But you should know that. Walter texts
her."

She nodded, her eyes still warm. She approached, close. Her
poise was graceful and powerful. "Dinner. Friday. I'd like to show you
that Babylonian piece I told you about."

And only that? Not anything about Walter and Jolene? "I
will have to ask my wife, of course."

"Of course." Her smile was serene.

~ ~ ~

I entered the house to the smell of a very
delicious-smelling soup.

Jolene looked up at me from over the pot. Her eyes spoke
love.

Without speaking, I went to her and wrapped her in a hug. No
words were spoken. We both clung to each other, not wanting to let go. She knew
me and I knew her. The house could have burned down around us and neither of us
would've let go.

I finally stepped back, smiling. "Smells good."

She grinned. "Just chicken soup."

"Yours is always the best."

"How was work?"

Did she know? "Jacqueline invited us to dinner Friday.
Their place."

She nodded. She said nothing.

"Should I RSVP we're coming?"

She was stirring. She glanced at me with eyes that said she
was deep in thought. "Do you want to?"

I noticed the difference. There was no hope, or excitement,
or anticipation. Instead, she wanted to know if I desired it. That made me
think.

I took a bottle of Italian wine from the small rack and
grabbed the corkscrew opener. I slowly twisted it in.

She looked again at me. Noncommittal.

I flipped the lever down against the lip and pulled up on
the arm. The cork came out with a satisfying "pop." I twisted the
cork off the opener. "Do you?"

"If I did?"

My penis stirred. My stomach flipped. The dichotomy in
feeling was not pleasant. "If we didn't go?"

She knew what I meant. What if I
declined? She went back to stirring, then put the spoon down. She positioned
the two bowls. "Then we don't go. But I think I want to go."

Did she sound depressed? Disappointed? Hopeful? I couldn't
tell.

She lifted the pot and used the spoon to scoop and pour soup
into the two bowls. She hated ladles. And I loved her for it. Beyond words.

"Then I'll accept." The words were out of my mouth.

She didn't look pleased, or thrilled, or surprised. She
paused what she was doing and looked at me. Deep.

"Are you sure?"

I poured two glasses of Merlot. "Yes, I think so. I
have a confession to make."

She carried the two full bowls to the table. "Hmm?"

"When you were dancing. Last week."

"Yes?" She sounded guarded.

"Jacqueline was stroking me."

Her eyes went large. "She…"

"Yes."

"What brought that on?"

I sat in my spot. "I think she was trying to excite me
for what Walter was doing to you."

"She wasn't trying to put the moves on you?"

I laughed. It was quiet, fierce, and stressed. "No. not
at all."

"But she touched you?"

"For her husband's sake, I think."

"What? How?"

"She effectively shut me up so Walter could grope you
without me interfering."

She squinted at me. Then she finally nodded. "That
sounds like her. Did she make you finish?"

"No."

"Well, I don't like it. You two work together."

"And that's different from you and Roy, how?" Roy
was her fantasy co-worker.

"Roy doesn't come on to me."

He was real? Really? "Oh?"

"He's never even looked at me."

"Jacqueline has never looked at me that way,
either."

She took a slurp of her soup, thinking. "Well, I'm not
excited about you having some fling with your boss."

"Wasn't on my mind. And I can guarantee it isn't on
hers."

Many minutes passed. I assumed the conversation was over.

"Alright," she said. "But I don't want you
freaking out if Walter puts moves on me."

"Why would I?"

"Just remember, you wanted this to happen."