Her

I have no idea how long she had been staring at me. I really didn’t notice her until I was alone for a few minutes; my friends were all on the dance floor. I was left to guard the table. When I saw her, I gave her a big smile, wondering to myself why I hadn’t noticed her from the beginning. She wasn’t beautiful in the conventional sense. She was more elegant, regal. Her gaze was frank and appraising. It took her a few minutes before she returned with a smile of her own. I got the feeling that the smile was a show of approval. On a general basis, I would usually ignore such a frank stare and carried on with my night, women like her simply didn’t interest me. She was different somehow, but I couldn’t put my finger on what it was that made her so different.

I reached her table. She gave me a sidelong glance, holding an unlit cigarette between her long, slim fingers. I reached into my pocket, pulled out my lighter and flicked it. With slow deliberate moves, I bent down close to her inhaling her scent as I lit the cigarette. Her scent was as elegant as she was. I spied an empty seat next to her and sat down. She really was a lovely woman, her eyes large and surrounded by long dark lashes. Her lips were full and pulled apart in a wide smile. She liked what she saw too.
I bent a little closer and opened my mouth to whisper my name when a movement behind her caught my eye. Frowning, I looked up to see a darkly handsome man in a casual coat and slacks, sit down next to her. He grinned at me as he placed an arm around the back of her chair. He marked her his with that simple move. It hit me why she was different from all the other ladies. Pissed at being played with, I moved to get up when her hand, unadorned by rings, gripped mine. I looked down at it, disgusted, before looking back at her.
"I don’t get involved with couples, especially straight ones."
"Hear us out before you turn your tail and run." His voice rumbled at me. More determined to leave, I glared at him as I tried to move, hating the asshole’s smirk, but her hand gripped even tighter.
"Please." She said in a soft, husky voice.

My head screamed at me to leave, but my heart tripped over her pleasing gaze. I found myself sitting back down.
"I have a proposition that would be beneficial to all of us." He said, his smirk grating on my nerves.
I looked pointedly at him. "I don’t do men."
He shrugged as if what I did or didn’t do wasn’t important. I disliked him intensely. His arrogance and gall made my hackles rise. What I couldn’t understand was why I was still sitting there. I felt immobile from her warm hand.
He leaned forward in a conspiratorial manner. "I want you to fuck my wife."
Her grip on my hand tightened at his tone and reference, but still she said nothing. He was serious and by her silence, so was she.
My dislike for men like him rose to the surface. "Why? Do you need lessons?" I sneered at him.
His smirk dipped a little. I struck a nerve. "The reason is not important. I just want you to do it." He was the type of man who gave orders and expected them to be followed without question. He picked the wrong gal.
"I told you I don’t do straights."
He raised an eyebrow, his smirk in full bloom. "Why? Isn’t she attractive enough for you?"
I glanced over at her before looking back at him. "She’s quite lovely."
He chuckled as he leaned back in his chair. "Then what’s the problem. I thought you people enjoyed breaking new women."
It took everything I had not to belt him a good one. "It isn’t my style."
He laughed. "A dyke with morals."
"And you are a son of a bitch."
Why did I sit here and take the man’s shit, I wondered.
"Ah, you want to play hardball. Fine. A thousand dollars then."
My jaw ached as my body trembled with held in anger. I couldn’t understand why the woman was with this asshole. "No amount of money would make me do this."
His eyebrow raised again. "Oh? Why?"
I leaned forward, vaguely aware that the woman’s grip tightened further. "Because you want it."
"2000."
My vision grew red. He didn’t know when to quit. "No."
"3000."
"Jesus Christ man, is no not in your vocabulary?" I ground out between clinched teeth.
"4000."
I turned to her. "Are you going to just sit there and let him sell you like that?"
Her eyes blinked at me. "What if I want it?" She whispered.
"Want what? To be pimped off?"
Her hair gently caressed her cheeks as she shook her head. "You. I want you."
"Me?" My anger slowly left me as I stared into her eyes. She didn’t reply but her gaze spoke volumes. She really wanted me. I stared at her a few minutes longer; trying to convince myself that what I was about to do wasn’t crazy. With control I never knew I had, I turned to him and gave him a brief nod.

His chuckle nearly pushed me over the edge. "Money always wins over morals." He stated confidently. "And for the amount I’m paying, I’m going to be there for the event."
I was about to tell him to go fuck himself when she did the oddest thing. Well, not really odd, but something I never pegged her to do in a public place. She released my hand and grabbed my face. She planted the deepest, the most incredible kiss I had ever experienced. It left me fighting for breath. When she released me, I looked over at him, breathless and flushed. The look on his face made me change my mind. He looked a little shocked. I decided that I was going to show the son of a bitch that he should have never fucked with a dyke.
I grinned at him as I gave her warm cheek a soft caress. " I accept but one touch from you on me or her and I walk." Again there was a flash of something in his gaze but it was gone before I could figure it out.
He cleared his throat and stood up, taking the woman’s arms as he did so. "Fine. Let’s go."
I took my time standing up. "I’m following you." I enjoyed his stunned look before turning away, making them follow me. My anger was still there just below the surface, but instead of lashing out at him, it turned into a plan to make him pay and not with money either. I maybe crazy, but I was going to enjoy every minute of it.

I have no idea what came over me to kiss her as I did. Could it have been the vivid anger in her gray eyes or was it the clinched fists? Whatever the case maybe, she agreed afterward. Why was he being such a monster? He never had been before. What have I allowed to happen? The whole of exploring different sexual possibilities was getting way out of hand and the sad part about was that I allowed it to get this bad.
It started out as a game, to add spice to a stale sexual relationship, but it was now turning into a crusade. Was there something that I wasn’t seeing that was happening to him? To me? Why did he insist, no plead, to continue when our relationship seemed better in the last few months. I’m almost ashamed to even think about the things we, no I, have gone through to please him and I’m getting tired of it.

I only agreed to do this if he promised this would be the last time we did this type of thing. He did, but I wonder.
Naturally it was his suggestion that I would make love to another woman. I agreed. But when he said that the other woman was to be a lesbian I balked at first. It wasn’t that I didn’t like them; it was because I knew of their ways and from what I understood most didn’t appreciate straight couples pursuing them. He was adamant about it. I finally backed down with the stipulation that I was to pick the woman. He agreed.
When we arrived at the bar, he found me a table before disappearing to watch as I sat to seek out my perspective partner. It felt odd sitting there in a predominantly female place, with a few men scattered about. I felt as if I was display, waiting to be picked up. Three glasses of wine finally calmed my nerves and I stopped fidgeting. Once I was relaxed I saw her. I never saw her enter, she was just suddenly there, surrounded by her friends. At first I thought she already had a girlfriend by the way she had been hugging a particular girl. Within minutes she separated herself from her and repeated the process several times with others. She was just being friendly. They gathered around one table across from me and I settled down to watch her, relaxed.
She was delightful to look at with wavy blond hair that liked to fall over one eye. She was compactly built; her leather jacket hugged her form nicely. She had a nice wide-open smile that was always present. She seemed to have a touch for anyone who was near her. When she shrugged out of her jacket, I found to my surprise that she was dressed rather feminine. Her blouse, a pleasant soft purple, was opened at the neck to show off her silver chain. I could tell the women around her enjoyed her company by the way they laughed and touched her. I figured that she wouldn’t even look my way, she just didn’t seem the type to be on the make. I was about to give up on her when suddenly she was left alone at the table, her friends deserting her to go and dance. She chose that moment to look in my direction.

Her stare was as frank as mine was. She smiled at me and I tingled all over with its brilliance. I dipped my head in acknowledgment and her smiled widened. Instead of coming over as I thought she might, she simply sat there smoking and watching me. It had me perplexed. It took three women to hit on me before she decided to come over and even then she took her time. I hated to admit it, but I grew impatient and excited as I watched her slowly make her way over to my table. I wanted to scream every time she stopped at a table greet someone she knew there. In the back of my mind, I wondered why I was reacting this way towards a total stranger, but in my impatience I didn’t pursue the thought. I just wanted her at my side. I played with my unlit cigarette as I watched her make her way around to me.
When she finally got there, I gave her only a side-glance, holding up my cigarette. She lit in the most sensual way I had ever seen. Her moves were slow and sure. I fought not to tremble when I felt her breath in my hair. She was adorable, perfect and I found that I wanted like nothing I had ever had wanted before. She sat close to me and my fingers itched to gently brush the bangs away from her eyes. But instead, I gripped my wineglass, smiling at her. She returned with one of her own.

The mood was broken when he arrived. Instantly I sensed a changed in him that hadn’t been there before. There was going to be trouble and his words proved it.
I have to give her credit for not hitting him. He was so insulting. It made things worse when he insulted me twice and I did nothing to refute him. I really didn’t realize I had spoken until I grabbed her hand. I tried to convey everything with that simple gesture, praying that she wouldn’t leave and incredibly she didn’t. The whole conversation stunned me, especially when he started offering money up front. I understand her shock at my silence; I was too. Under normal circumstances I wouldn’t have stood for what he was doing, but I wanted her so badly it hurt deep inside and I told her as much. She agreed at first but when he made another crass comment I knew if I didn’t do something she would get up and leave. I kissed her. I put everything I had into the kiss and startled at the deep wanting I felt as I did so. I could tell by her expression that she had felt it too. My heart fluttered when she added her own demand. It excited me beyond anything when she told him that if touched her or I she would walk. She had already taken his control away, something he never allowed to happen in the past. She was going to be different than anyone I have encountered since these little games started. As a final touch, she told him that she was going to follow us. He face showed his dislike but she left before he says anything about it. Again the control yanked away from him. She was incredible.

On the way home, we argued. He demanded to know why I had kissed her, and I told him it was because he had been such a beast. He didn’t like that too much either. He wouldn’t answer me when I questioned him about the offered money either. He simply brooded, constantly checking the rear view mirror to see if she was behind us. His cheek jumped with his agitation when he saw that she was.
"We can call this off, you know." He told me, his tone calmer.
"Why, so you can choose a different scenario? I don’t think so. You promised this would be the last if I do this. I’m going to make sure that you keep that promise."
After a quick glance at me he faced the road again. "I thought you liked these adventures?"
"I did in the beginning. But now they seem pointless. Our sex life has never been better, yet you insist we still need these little games. Why?"
He shrugged. "I just thought you liked them."
I reached over and touched his arm. "We don’t need them anymore."
He gave me a look I didn’t understand but before I could say anything about it, he pulled into the driveway. There was still a chance to call it off but I didn’t want to, not when I didn’t understand what was happening to our marriage. I had a feeling that by the end of the evening I would though.

The minute I pulled up behind them I realized the guy wasn’t pulling my leg about the money. Their place was huge. It was a mini mansion. It reminded me of a picture I had once seen of a house of a famous person. As I turned off my truck a thought hit me. This was their idea of entertainment. I almost turned the engine back on but as soon as I saw her I knew I was going to see this thing through. I had no idea how it was going to turn out. They waited patiently beside their BMW as I got out of my truck. Immediately I noticed a difference in him. Did he have a change of heart I wondered as I sauntered up to them? She gave me another soft smile. It told me she hadn’t changed her mind. What was I getting myself into?
He gave me a brief tour of the place, mentioning what he did for a living. It hit me. He was a well-known author. After the tour, we ended up back in the living room where he insisted us having a drink. He was stalling. I agreed. I needed to calm my nerves. She was constantly watching me. My usual confidence had deserted me. He handed me something dark to drink.
"Scotch." He said before heading back to the bar and pouring him one. I didn’t like scotch but anything would do at this point.
"So tell me, what do you do for a living?" He asked, fingering his glass.
Before I could reply, she spoke up. "We don’t need to get personal." I just loved her voice, low and soothing.
"I’m just making conversation. We don’t even know her name."
"Why? We haven’t before." She returned looking at him.

Oh, oh, trouble. It was time for to make a break for it, while they hash this out. Although I had to admit I liked to watch him squirm. I downed the drink, holding a cough back as the dark liquid burned down my throat.
"Uh excuse me, but where is the washroom?"
He gave me a funny look. "Upstairs, three doors down and to your left."
"Thanks. Be right back." I muttered as I hurried away. As I climbed the stairs, their voices rose. Trouble in paradise. He was chickening out. He was afraid that I might show him a few things, I thought chuckling to myself.

The washroom was as big as my apartment. I stood there in awe as I took it all in. There were two showers along one wall, a huge bathtub that could be used as a small swimming pool, a commode, and a large marble counter with three sinks in it. Along the wall above the sinks was covered in mirrors. Shaking myself, I hurried to the middle sink. I turned on the cold tap and splashed some water on my face, trying to shock some sense into me. What was I doing here? I asked my reflection. I wasn’t the type to play games. It was time to let them hash things out. I splashed some more water on my face before lifting my face again. I saw her dark reflection in the mirror. I hadn’t turned on the light but I knew it was she. It wasn’t necessary really because there was a small light near the sink.
"I brought you a towel." She said.
As I turned around I noticed several towels placed around the room. She had other reasons for coming up here. Bring a towel was just an excuse. She moved further into the room, her shawl was missing as well as her shoes. She held out the towel.
I went to her and took it, wiping my dripping face. She was two feet from when I was finished.
"You can back out now, if you wish." She whispered.
"Is that what you want?" I asked, mildly surprised when I didn’t take the out she offered.
The silence was long as she thought about it. Her eyes searched my face before she answered. "No."

I let the towel drop to the floor as I reached for, not quite clear why I was doing it. I knew it wasn’t the money and I certainly wasn’t desperate. There was something about her that I liked and wanted. I traced one finger across her lips, remembering the way they felt against mine. The desire to have them back was strong. There was a slight hesitation on her part before her mouth opened slightly and her tongue came out and licked the tip of my finger. I instantly grew wet. I must have made some sort of noise because she took my finger in her mouth and began as slow, gentle sucking motion. Unable to take it anymore, I removed my finger and gathered her close, enjoying they way her trim figure fit my body.
I lowered my head to hers and captured her lips with mine, determined to show her how much I wanted her. She responded with equal fervor and together we explored each other’s mouth. I pulled her closer still as everything else faded. Her pelvis pushed up against my knee and I gently pressed my knee against it. She groaned in response. Her hands slid inside my jacket and pushed it off. I let fall to the floor as my lips traveled down her chin to her neck. I bit gently as I pushed one hand into her hair and gripped it tightly. With a slight yank I bent her head back as I bit harder on her neck, my other occupied itself by squeezing her tit. Her response her hips into my knee harder, her body shaking. Christ I was dripping in my jeans. I wanted her and I wanted her now.
"Not here." Came a rumbled order. Shit, I forgot about him.

She was incredible. Her lips were like fine silk as they slid over mine. Her hands, gentle but firm roamed over my body. She traced it as if it were a map to a treasure. She wasn’t like any other woman I had ever been with. There weren't any nervousness, giggles or gasps. There wasn’t any fumbling. She knew what she was doing and I found myself liking, no, loving it. He never made me feel this way. He never made me feel appreciated. I wanted more from her, so much more. It felt real some how. The muscles beneath her shirt felt firm yet different than his. Her contours were similar to mine, but different. Could it be that she did this as a choice or was it simply because she loved doing it? It was both. I wanted her, needed her.
"Not here." Penetrated my lust filled mind and I opened my eyes to find him staring strangely at me.
Her hand released my hair as she slowly straightened. She gave me a calm, soothing glance before looking at him.
"Where then?" Her voice carried a note of sarcasm.
He glared at her, his jaw jumping from him clinching his teeth. "In the bed room."
"Fine. Lead the way." She took a hold of my hand and waited as he turned and stalked out. "I don’t think he likes this after all." She said, smiling.
"Does this change things?"
Her grin widened. "Hell no. I want to make him squirm."
"And me?" I was worried that it had become a game to her.
She simply reached up and caressed my lip with one finger. She gave her head a small shake before dropping her finger and tugging me after her.
I followed behind her, scrambling to understand what was happening to me and my feelings for him and her. When had this stopped being a game with me and why the strong need for her? I really didn’t have much time to think about it as we entered the master bedroom. He waited with impatience. His jaw jumped further when he noticed our hands were linked together. His anger made me want to laugh. I wanted to ask him why he was so pissed when it was his idea to begin with, but I didn’t. All I wanted was to be in her arms again, to be touched and loved like I had never been before. He walked behind us and sat down on a chair that was next to the vanity. She smiled at him before turning me to face her again. I shivered again as I felt both of their eyes on me. She pulled me closer and as her lips met mine; he faded from my mind. All that was left was her and her touch.

As she peeled my dress off of me, she peeled of myself away, leaving me utterly exposed. Her gaze loved me like her fingers, all over, gentle yet firm. I stood there as she kissed me all over, my moans echoing in my ears as her warm lips gave me the shakes. How long this cleansing went I don’t know, but suddenly I found myself laying on the bed and she was above me, her jeans rubbing across my sensitive skin. She made me groan and arch as her fingers tickled and teased me. My nipples felt like rocks as a waterfall cascaded down my legs. I was ready for her to send me over the edge, make me scream, to make him scream when all of a sudden a thought pushed through. What would really push him over the edge? Certainly not seeing another woman make love to me. He’s seen that to many times to let it really bother him. What would really push him was if I made love to her. I did that one other time with a man and he nearly flipped. A shiver shook my body. I wanted it to happen again.
I gripped her shoulders and wedged my thigh and knee between her legs. She rocked her pelvis into it as she continued to kiss me and bit my neck. With determined strength, I flipped her over and held her hands above her head. Her eyes were wide with surprise, her mouth agape. I ground my hips into her as I captured her lips with mine. Her body relaxed as she returned the kiss. It was as if she understood what I was about to do. After a few minutes I broke off the kiss and trailed my lips to her ear. I whispered my name and made it personal. Her gasp thrilled me and she returned the favor by telling me hers. We were no longer strangers.