Bluebeard’s wife

“Lemme see,” John murmured, watching my hand working between my legs. My eyes drifted to his cock, the tip red and wet with pre-cum, his hand pumping it faster now.

I edged the vibrator up a notch, using one hand while I tugged at my nipples with the other. John groaned, his hand flying over his cock now, as I thrust my hips up, moaning and grinding.

“Oh, God,” I said, seeing him jerk his cock through half-closed eyes. “Oh, I’m gonna come!”

“Yeah,” he breathed. “Oh fuck, Tara! You’re so hot!”

“Ohhhhhh!! Yes, yes! Oh, John!” I came hard, bucking my hips and fucking myself deep with the toy. John grunted, his cock spasming in his hand as he came, waves of hot cum bursting from the tip and running down the shaft.

I slid the vibrator out of my pussy, and John reached for it. He looked at it from a few angles, turning it over in his hand.

“That was a surprise.” His eyes slipped back down to my wetness.

“A good surprise?” I sat up on my elbows and looked at him. He nodded, smiling, reaching for me, and I went to him.

“You really like hearing me jerk-off?”

I nodded against his chest. “I’ve been listening at night,” I admitted. “Sometimes I touch myself, too.”

“Really?” He sounded shocked. I just nodded again. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”

I looked at the vibrator in his hand and smiled.

He didn’t know the half of it.

Chapter Four

“Maybe I should just tell him I know about the calls," I said, jumping off the Stairmaster.

Kelly grabbed her towel off the elliptical machine and followed me toward the free weights. "I don't know, Tara. Do you want to have a confrontation? Because I think he's going to get defensive, no matter how you bring it up."

"No, I don't want a fight." I sighed, picking up two five pound weights, one in each hand, and sitting on a bench. "I want…"

What did I want? I watched Kelly as she took one ten pound weight in both hands, lifting it over her head and then dropping her hands behind her back, aiming the weight between her shoulder blades. She did this over and over, a fluid motion, and I could see the muscles in her upper arms working, her full breasts shifting under her t-shirt. The guy next to us was doing arm curls and his gaze was on her, too. I gave him a look and he averted his eyes.

My thoughts turned back to John. I had believed that bringing my new toy into our sex life would spice things up-and it had. But John was still as quiet as ever about what he wanted, what his fantasies might be. He seemed willing enough to go along with things if they were my idea, but he wasn't volunteering anything.

"I want him to talk to me," I finished, beginning to do arm curls, looking at Kelly out of the corner of my eye. "But I tried, again, to get him to tell me something. That night, after the, uh… you know."

Kelly brought the weight in front of her, grinning. "How do you like your new toy?"

she asked, grabbing another ten pound dumbbell and sitting next to me. Her thigh brushed up against mine as she balanced her arm against her leg, starting to do her own arm curl sets. She had a lot more muscle than I did, and could curl double the amount of weight.

"It's, uh… fun," I replied, feeling my face burning. I refused to look in the mirror, but I knew I was blushing. "Anyway, he still won't share anything with me. It's like the minute I start talking about it, he just clams up. I don't get it."

"But he's still making calls?" Kelly asked, stopping to look at me. I nodded. "Then maybe you should just keep listening. I mean, at least that way you'll know what he really wants…"

I sighed. "It just feels wrong."

Kelly smiled. "Sometimes when it feels wrong, it's really, really right." The pressure of her bare thigh against mine was increasing, rubbing against me.

"Maybe," I said, standing up and going to put my weights back.

Kelly put hers back below mine. "Just give him some time. Ease him into things.

Keep introducing something new every time you have sex."

"I am," I said, smiling. "He thinks I'm full of surprises, lately."

Kelly flicked her towel at me, grinning as she walked past. "You are."

* * * *

We went out that night, a Christmas party for his office. I usually hated these, with all the office girls crowding around John, making a fuss over him, jostling him under

the mistletoe if they got a chance. His office seemed weighted with women and every year there was too much alcohol and too much skin, as far as I was concerned.

This year, I decided that if I couldn't beat them, I was going to join them. I bought myself a little red satin dress, sleeveless and short-shorter than anything I'd owned before. I didn't wear stockings with it, just a pair of black panties, and no bra. It was pretty low-cut, although I didn't have enough cleavage to make it stand out that much.

When I came down the stairs, John did a double take from the couch, putting down his paper and staring at me.

"You're gonna be cold," he told me, getting my coat from the closet.