A Young and Faithless Wife

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“Fuck that’s good.”

Clara and I looked up to see the bartender from the Tiki Bar, the one person she had been flirting with all day, settling into the hot steamy waters just across from us. He smiled as he slid into the tub and closed his eyes as he stretched his strong arms out on either side.

“What a coincidence,” I said quietly shaking my head.

“Not really.”

“What does that mean?”

“I told him to find us. Don’t be mad.”

“Clara!” I said almost too loudly. He looked over at us, but if he was bothered by my outburst he didn’t say so. Instead, he leaned his muscled arms against the edge of the hot tub as his head fell back.

“Are you sure you don’t want to watch me do something?”

“You wouldn’t,” I said, not answering her question. After her day of teasing me about it, touching me as she whispered her little fantasies into my ear, and getting me so close to coming that I might fall in love with a breeze if it came too close, I was in a rare state. On one hand, I didn’t believe her. And on the other, the thought of her following through was both terrifying and exciting. I had spent the afternoon thinking about her college friends, along with every other man she teased me about, and it nearly felt normal.

“So, it’s up to me,” she said. It took me a few moments to realize that was not a question.

“Clara, please. Maybe we should go inside.”

“But look at him. He’s handsome and young and he has been looking at me all day. We’re on vacation, Chris. Don’t be so uptight.”

“Clara, I don’t think asking you not to make out with a stranger makes me uptight.”

“Just no fun.”

It was getting ridiculous, and I found myself growing angry along with everything else. The more I thought about it the more absurd it all became until I said the words that would change everything.

“Fine. Do whatever you want.”

“I love you,” she said, kissing me on the cheek. I tried to turn away, but she held me in her hand and then kissed my lips. “I mean it. I love you more than anything in the whole wide world.”

“I love you too,” I confessed.

“Good,” she said as she stood up and moved across the tub to the far side. I stared at her in awe, still not believing she had the nerve to talk to the man let alone anything else. But she sat down next to him and then turned to him with a smile I knew too well. He looked back with a goofy grin, and I wondered if they had some way of communicating that I didn’t understand.

“I’m Clara,” I heard her say quietly. “In case you wanted to know.”

“John,” he said, awkwardly shaking her hand. “That’s your husband.”

Again, there was no question, and yet it was the biggest question of all.

“Yeah,” she said, nodding her head and not looking away. “He’s the best.”

“You guys look cute, although I seriously thought you were one of the teenagers. Not to be creepy.”

“I don’t mind a little creepy,” she said, sliding closer to him on the bench.

All of my choices felt horrible at the same time. My wife was flirting with a handsome young man right in front of me, and she had already at least implied that I didn’t mind. In fact, when he looked up at me all I could think to do was smile and wave, and it felt stupid and ridiculous and my god, why was I hard again?

Maybe it was her hand on his shoulder, or maybe it was the way he stared at her without an ounce of shame. Maybe it was the fact that I had let her go, and maybe it was her constant teasing that put me in such a state of arousal, but I could no more tell them to stop than I could look away.

“Can I tell you a secret?” she asked, leaning in closer to him. She turned and gave me one last look before leaning in and pressing her lips to his ear. The moment lasted forever and I could hardly believe I was seeing it. The small act felt more intimate than anything, and I could see his expression change at her words. He looked up at me once more and blushed, before nodding his head slowly. Clara stood up and walked to me through the thick steam.

“You are the best husband in the world,” she said, planting a kiss on my lips.

“I don’t understand,” I mumbled.

“Come closer,” she said, taking my hand and moving me to the other side of the young man. He looked back and forth between us before pulling himself up to sit on the edge. She kissed me again, before moving between his legs up and looking up at his face.

“Are you sure?” he asked, and I couldn’t tell if it was addressed to me or her.

“What do you think?” she asked, reaching behind her and untying the straps to her top. It fell lifelessly into the water, and suddenly my beautiful wife was standing topless in front of a stranger.

“Clara,” I gasped, wondering how she could be so perfect. The steam rose around her as she knelt on the bench, moving even closer to the bartender.

“You are so fucking hot,” he said, reaching down and touching her chin. When she opened her mouth and took his thumb between her lips, I realized that I had stopped breathing. I still didn’t believe she would go further, and yet I struggled not to instantly pull myself from my suit and fuck her right there in the hot tub.

“Show it to me,” she whispered, and I inched closer to them without thinking. It was impossible and yet it was true all the same. I watched, mesmerized as he looked about once more before unzipping his shorts and reaching one hand inside them. Clara had a hand on each of his knees and she leaned in closer even as he reached out with his other hand to touch her breasts. My mouth was open as I watched him feel her up, but it was a moment instantly eclipsed by another.

“Oh god,” she said, licking her lips as he pulled his semi-hard cock out into the night air. He wrapped his hand around it, sliding up and down it a few times, before releasing it.

“Do you like it?” he asked, nearly shy in his questioning. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t think, and I couldn’t cry out as she nodded her head as one hand moved as if someone else was controlling it. Clara reached out so slowly I nearly lost my mind, and then wrapped her fingers around him, encircling his cock with a gentle squeeze.

And the moment I’ll never forget, the thing that is burned into my memory and won’t let me go, lasted only a second. My wife, my love, and my dearest girl looked at me with such perfect combination of want, love, and lust that I found myself nodding as she leaned forward. She looked up at him next, but that brief frozen moment of time would return again and again. Because no matter what else I had done, I had just said yes….

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