Conflagration (3 page)

We drank more champagne and talked over the music and then Paul boldly asked Tiffany to dance. She looked at me and then he did too. Tiff and I locked eyes. She was on fire. I saw so much smoldering heat I considered ending our night and taking her home.

“Sure, Paul, you two enjoy each other.”

I was telling Tiffany to enjoy him. It was a subtle difference and I knew there was a decent chance she might miss my double meaning but Tiff is a smart girl. When her eyes narrowed I knew she'd caught my entendre.

They stood and she leaned in to kiss my cheek.

“I will, and thank you,” she whispered. I felt my balls constrict.

They danced, sometimes close, sometimes distant, but he never took his eyes off her. Towards the end he took her hands and twirled her and moved her around the floor and Tiff laughed with joy. Her breasts clung to those silky straps with all their might and I felt sure any second she was about to flash the crowd. She didn't, but for several long moments I held my breath.

When they returned to the booth Tiff gulped her champagne and I filled her back up. The guys stayed with us another thirty minutes or so and then Andy saw their friends and it was time for them to leave. Paul and Tiffany looked disappointed. We all agreed it was nice meeting and wished each other well.

After they were gone I poured more drink. “So, that was fun.”

“God was it ever. Paul can dance.”

“You look amazing tonight, Baby. Every man here is staring at you.”

Tiffany looked around the room. “I am getting a lot of attention. I'm having a blast, thank you so much for suggesting this, Baby”

“My pleasure, Tiff. Ready to dance again?”

“Yup.”

We did. Because they also saw her dancing with Paul, men approached our booth and asked Tiffany to dance. We always said yes. Not all the guys were attractive but Tiff danced with every one of them. Hours later she was tired but elated.

I'd now seen her with a wide variety of men and I had to admit it was exciting. Maybe it was the taboo or maybe I knew my chances of scoring with her were way up because all this attention made her horny, but whatever the reason, I loved other men wanting her. She loved it too. We finished our last bottle of champagne. I checked the time and was surprised to see three in the morning.

I was just about to suggest it was time to go home when one more man approached our table. He was older and had a dignified air about him. I'd not seem him dancing before but that wasn't too surprising; the place was still packed. He asked me if he might have one dance before we left and Tiff was already on her feet before I could answer.

He led her to the floor by taking her hand, something none of the younger men had done, and then faced her and drew her close. One hand went to the small of her back and the other held her hand aloft. Her face eased close to his. The next song began and it was much slower, the DJ obviously winding things down for the night. Many couples left the floor to collect their belongings.

He was smooth. He led Tiff elegantly and she reacted by moving closer to him. Her breasts pressed against his chest. Her pelvis rubbed on his. I stopped breathing and my heart stopped beating. There was plenty going on all around me but the only thing in the room for me was my wife in another man's arms. My penis grew warmer until hot. My mouth went dry.

She danced with him effortlessly, allowing him to move her body and guide her. It was beautiful and frightening. I felt jealous, but I also felt arousal. My insides twisted. I wanted it to end right this second but I couldn't take my eyes off her. At one point he dipped her and then brought her back and her dress was now wide open in front, her breasts barely contained. In the dim light they looked huge and firm, rising and falling with excitement.

At last the song ended and the DJ announced something that was utterly garbled but we all knew what it meant. Her partner walked her back to me. She seemed mesmerized. He thanked us and wished us good night. We silently collected our things and returned to valet. Tiffany's tits were more exposed than covered but this was Vegas and it was still ninety-nine degrees at four in the morning. Besides, her nipples were covered and many other girls around us showed just as much flesh. Our car arrived quickly and I got us home after a quiet ride. I pressed the button to shut the garage door.

Tiffany was on me before the door closed. Her face dove into my lap and she had my penis in her mouth while the car still idled. I killed the engine and as soon as the garage door shut I pulled her face away and kissed her.

We fucked in the kitchen in our clothes and she came when I mentioned her missing panties. We fucked again in the living room. We eventually made it to the bedroom where we went at it again until she shook the walls with a third climax, most powerful by far. I shot deep inside her and that's how we woke up hours later; tangled, sweaty, and drained. We showered and got back in bed where she sucked my penis until falling asleep again.

We talked about that night for weeks. Our sex was off the chart. Neither of us could pin-point any one thing about the night that did it for us but we both agreed it may have been the hottest night of our lives, hotter even than our honeymoon.

In the days that followed Tiffany stepped up her trips to the gym but also subtly changed her wardrobe. No longer did she button her shirt all the way to the neck or wear pantyhose every time she wore a skirt. She said air swirling up and around her legs felt like hands and she loved it.

One day she came home from shopping and attacked me in the kitchen. She said she'd caught a handsome sales man looking up her skirt while she tried on shoes and then caught him later gawking down the front of her top. After she fucked me she showed me the lacy bras and panties she'd purchased. From now on she'd feel sexy and horny every minute of the day.

I was so thrilled with how things went I called Ray to thank him. He suggested we meet. Two days later I was back at the pub at the same table. I told Ray everything. He asked a million questions about how I and Tiffany felt. I realized he got off vicariously on the intensity of our night but I didn't care. His insight was golden.

After he listened he ordered me a whiskey.

“How about your sex since that night? You and Tiff going at each other or has an uncomfortable silence settled in?”

“Fuck yes we're going at each other. We're like teenagers. I'm fucking her all over the house.”

“And you don't mind at all that she's giving men glimpses of her hot body?”

“Not at all. The opposite, actually. She's not touching them so why not? She comes home so hot and bothered, I'm loving it.”

“And what if she did touch them? Or allowed them to touch her. What if she did it innocently, like having a salesman zip up the back of a dress she's trying on? Would that bother you?”

I stopped to imagine it and felt my penis twitch.

“No, I think I'd be okay with that.”

“Good, because I can promise you Tiffany will love it, and you will benefit.”

I thought about it. I was much more okay with the idea of them touching her than her touching them. I made a mental note to tell her that.

Ray and I changed the subject to sports and then after an hour went our separate ways. When I got home that night Tiffany made dinner and we watched the next episode of Daredevil. When it ended I brought the subject up, again leaving my conversation with Ray out. Tiffany listened attentively, intrigued.

“You want men to put their hands all over me?”

“Not like that, not pawing at you. Innocently, almost accidentally, and only if you want them to, only if you find them attractive. I'm just saying since the exhibitionism went so well and turned out to be so exciting, why not push the envelope a little? What do you think?”

Tiffany just stared at me with a blank face. I waited. She let the air out of her lungs in a whoosh.

“Holy shit,” she murmured. “I'm turned on just thinking about it. I catch men looking all the time and I love it but then I scold myself for enjoying it. I'm married so that's like cheating. Then you told me you wanted me to show them skin and I found I ate it up guilt-free. Now you want to let them touch me? Are you absolutely sure? That's super-hot. Get your dick out and let me suck it.”

I laughed but did as I was told.

Tiffany wasted no time. The next day I was at work when I got a text from her;
do they have to be strangers?

I read that text five times. I had pure adrenaline pumping through my veins. This was much more exciting than I ever imagined. I text back,
No, I suppose not. Just be careful.

Tiffany had worn a short black skirt, black boots, white silk blouse, and silver hoop earrings to work today. She looked sexy yet professional. I wondered who she had targeted and why, and what she would do with him.

I became more aroused by the second but this time there was an element of anxiety too. Someone she knew was so different from a perfect stranger. I waited an hour and then sent her a text asking what happened. I received no reply. My work day slowed to a crawl and I got so aroused I seriously considered jerking off in the men's room.

When I got home Tiffany was already there and naked on our bed! I ripped my clothes off as I ran and pounced on her, kissing ferociously. I bit her neck. She dove for my penis. I let her suck hard and fast for a while but then pulled her off and told her to tell me everything.

She went back to sucking me but paused every few seconds to tell me what happened.

She worked with a man, older, graying, smart, funny, in great shape. They see each other every day on the elevator, always saying hello and exchanging pleasantries.

They rode together this morning, first thing, and the elevator was packed. Tiffany said she innocently maneuvered so her butt bumped the front of his pants. At each stop she eased back against him a little more as more bodies filled the lift. After the second floor she said he started to get hard.

By the fourth floor he was erect and she had positioned herself so his hard-on rested between her ass cheeks. She waited until he was fully nestled and then she squeezed her cheeks around him like he was a huge tube of toothpaste. She heard him gasp softly and described it as one of the sexiest sounds she'd ever heard. She relaxed her cheeks, moved slightly higher, and then clenched them again like she tried to crush a walnut. His hot breath hit the nape of her neck, raising goose bumps.

Neither of them admitted to anything. All the way to the top floor Tiffany held him in her grip, moving slightly up and down. As enough people left the elevator she could no longer maintain her charade so she released him and stepped free. They avoided each other’s eyes but she said the tension in that little metal box was thick. She had sweat on her forehead and between her shoulder blades. He exited before she did and she calmly wished him a pleasant day and he turned to face her and said the same.

“David, the desire in his eyes was insane! I felt so sexy and powerful. I need you to fuck me hard.”

Her story drove me crazy. I flipped Tiff onto her stomach and got behind her. She was dripping wet and I slid right in. She asked me if she'd done well and I assured her she had, and then I fucked her brains out. This was wild sexy fun.

Again, for the next month our sex life was like nothing either of us had ever known. Tiffany flashed men whenever she wished and occasionally bumped or rubbed the guys she found really hot. My wife was a nympho in bed. She confessed surprise regarding her male participants. To a man they reacted eagerly to her, showed obvious desire and lust, and tried to make their encounter with her last as long as possible. That made her feel sexy and gorgeous. I wasn't surprised by that at all.

One day she came home more excited than ever. She'd gone shoe shopping and met a man she considered out of her league. She described him as “Hollywood movie-star handsome.” His name was Tony and he owned that business as well as several others around town. Tiffany stayed and talked with him for a while and then tried on several pairs of shoes and Tony sent the other salesperson to work in the stockroom.

As the transaction progressed Tiffany said she became more and more bold. They were alone in the store now.

She honestly believed there was no way a man this gorgeous would be interested in her but he was; she saw it in his eyes. Eventually, she took a risk and while he held her foot she allowed her thighs to part and saw his eyes dart up to steal a glance. She said his eyes on her lace covered pussy melted her.

They both played it cool but she had to have more. She bent and turned, posed before the mirrors, teased and flashed until they were both going crazy. She said the large lump in his pants was obvious. Every time she tried on a pair his strong steady fingertips grazed her skin, inching higher up her leg.

Finally, she could stand no more and, gazing into his eyes as he crouched on the floor, she parted her legs right at him. When his unflinching eyes fell to her soaked pussy, she moaned. He took his time, like he wanted to remember this moment forever, until at last he returned his eyes to hers.

Then she felt his hands on each knee.

With gentle but firm pressure he slowly spread her open. He wanted to see everything and his confident aggression turned her on. She opened her legs to him and let him see all she had.