American Dream: Part 13 (Patreon)

Sarah: Friday, 6:56pm

AAAAH!  What am I doing!?  This is surely the craziest thing I had ever done!

Slunk back over the bar I sit with perfect poise looking as sexy, relaxed and available as I could without coming across as a floozy.  In this revealing dress though I knew that I was skirting awfully close to that line.  And though I strive to look as smooth and carefree as possible the reality was that I had never been more nervous in my life!

I had never done anything like this before.  Alfred and I had gotten together so young that I zero experience in doing the ‘single and looking’ thing.  But I had watched enough romcoms to be able to mimic putting myself out in the shop window.  The idea had struck me as I peeked into this fancy bar while Alfred was talking to the greeter to try to get us a table.  In its classy and trendy decor I could so easily imagine a scene in one of those romances playing out and then it occurred to me that I could be the babe at the bar in the search for love, or at least a good time.

The place was ideal for such a risque move as this.  The crowd looked to be mostly singles or at least groups of lone business travelers, here from the neighboring upscale hotel no doubt, and many of the couples that were here looked to be in the courtship phase of things.  This was a place to bring a date to impress.  The restaurant side was the realm of the happily married types like Alfred and I.  Plus it was place where we could be strangers.  Here we could be different people.  We were in the big city, not our home town, and it was an establishment we’d never been to before nor one likely to be frequented by those we knew.  The chances of us bumping into a familiar face here was extremely slim.

Now, much like with Rocco this afternoon, I had no intention on actually DOING anything with any man that might actually approach me, beyond maybe a bit of flirtatious chit chat, but Alfred didn’t know that.  All Alfred knew was that his wife was sitting alone at a bar full of eligible men looking for all the world to be on the market.  If imagination and a dildo could lift Alfred’s jealousy fueled lust to such new heights what would a bit of real world flirting do to my cuckold husband?  My body tingled at the thought.

It was funny.  Crystal had said that I could be Alfred’s ‘drug’, yet here I was the one chasing the next bigger, better high.  I couldn’t help myself though.  Seeing what jealousy did to my husband had me hooked!  The passion and desire in his eyes as he came for me.  The powerful aura as he stepped forward to reclaim me.  The raw masculine fury as he unleashed his power onto me.  Then the adorably futile frustration on his face as he tried to ravish me for longer and harder.  And that precious moment of sweet surrender when he’d given me all he had to give.  Ohhhh!  Heaven!  And I almost popped from the sheer cuteness when he asked so pitifully whether he made me cum.  Crystal had warned me about beast mode but the lost puppy dog mode I had not been prepared for.  I was seeing sides of my King that I never even knew where there.

How I hungered for it all again.  No…not again.  Still.  Our lovemaking that afternoon had been WONDERFUL!  Truly as good as Alfred got.  But it had left me wishing for more even as it was finishing.  The orgasm was lovely and the experience divine, but five minutes just wasn’t quite enough to tamp down my arousal today.  And…though I hated to admit it…I kinda wanted more than five slender inches as well.  Normally I would be fine with it, normally I would be totally satisfied with what I got, but today I was feeling extra frisky.  Tonight when he took me I would be sure that we involved Rocco in some way.  My moist pussy tightens at the mere thought of our longer, thicker, long-lasting ‘bull’.

I felt foolish and unnatural sitting like this but from just the few furtive, and frankly flattering, peeks that I’d already received from the gentlemen around the bar I knew it was working.  It took all I had not to burst out laughing when I would catch the stunned and bottled up look on my husband’s face as he sat alone watching me without making it too obvious that he was watching me.  To stop this all he had to do was to stroll across the room and talk to me, or even just summon me with a wave, and yet there he sat.  Watching.  His intense, jealous gaze made me dream of the rewards I would receive in our bed tonight and his tacit approval gave me the courage to inhabit my role and pretend that he wasn’t even there.  I cross my legs just so, arch my back just a little, and push my bust up and out subtly yet noticeably to accentuate what I had to anybody watching.  Golly this was so exciting!

“Here’s your drink little lady.”  The bartender says as he slides the fancy, fruity mocktail he’d recommended to me across the bar.

“Thank you very much.”  I take a sip.  “Oh my God!  That is delicious!”

He gives me a wink.  “Told ya.”

I giggle and shoot him a thankful smile, my eyes lingering just a couple of extra seconds.  Generally I didn’t give close scrutiny to the random men I would meet in a day but in my present mood I very much do.  Through new eyes I look at the bartender.  Neat trimmed hair, warm friendly features, a strong athletic body, luscious brown eyes, and the most supple brown skin I’d ever seen.  Handsome!  He notices the look and smiles before moving on down to a customer calling for his attention.  Nice smile.  With my married filter temporarily tucked away in my purse with my wedding ring I turn back to face the room and truly check out what the room had to offer.

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Alfred: 7:00 pm

AAAAH!  What is she doing!?  I couldn’t believe what I was seeing!

What was she and the bartender laughing about?  Why was she looking at him like that?  And what was that smile he flashed back at her?  What were they saying?  GAH!

I sit doing all that I can to act casual but watching my wife over there looking so damn hot and sexy and…available had me clawing at the furniture.  If her goal was to stoke my jealousy it was mission accomplished and then some.  It was so incredible watching Sarah come out of her shell and begin to embrace her sensual self.  To see her dress in a way that so highlighted her smoking hot body and then flaunt it with such uncharacteristic confidence enthralled me.  And to see her do it without the armor of her wedding ring left me reeling.  It was like seeing her again for the first time and really, TRULY, appreciating what an absolutely gorgeous woman she was.  Those silky smooth legs.  Those full, ripe breasts.  That thick hourglass figure.  That juicy peach of an ass.  There wasn’t another woman in here that could touch her.  Not to these rosy lust tinted eyes.

And I notice other men appreciating her as well.  Admiring looks, lecherous glances, and even leering stares were panning over her married body from every corner of the room.  I catch one guy even nudge his buddy and point her out to make some bawdy comment.  She was a lamb in a den of hungry wolves.  And I was one of the pack!  And the more I saw other men desire her the more I desired her myself in a deeply visceral and physical way.  This was a woman that shared my bed and that I’d had sex with countless times and yet in this moment I sought to have her as if she’d been denied to me my whole life.

I was tempted to get up and go talk to her but I was mesmerized.  I had to see where this was going to go.  Surely she wouldn’t take things too far, right?  RIGHT!?  Oh my God, I am burning up.  We had just arrived yet all I could think about was getting her home again!

“Still waiting for your other?”

“Huh?”  The waitress’ voice snaps me back to the moment.  “Oh, uh, I-I’ll have a beer.  Thank you.”

“Beer?”  She says.  “Pint?  Bottle?  Import?”

“Er.”  I struggle to focus.  “Pint please.”

“Okay.”  She waits a moment.  “Do you have a particular one you’d like or…”

“Uh.”  I fumble with the drink menu and point at one of the beers on tap at random.  “That one.”

“You got it.”  She heads off toward the bar.  My eyes follow behind her until they reach Sarah and…

OH MY GOD!  She was talking to someone!  Another man!

In just the few moments it had taken for the waitress to take my order a tall broad-chested man in a fine black business suit and and impeccably groomed salt and pepper beard had approached Sarah and was chatting her up.  That didn’t take long!  Gripping the armrests of my chair damn near tear them right off.  Knowing that I’d look like a psycho if I just started right at them I try to focus just past them on the impressive array of spirit shelved behind the bar.

Right now they were just talking, some initial greeting and small talk.  Perhaps he was just being friendly.  His intentions are made clear after a couple of minutes as he slides onto the stool next to hers and orders them both a drink.  Sarah was blushing and bashful but endeavoring to engage with the man regardless of how obviously nervous she was.  However, the longer he spoke the more she was coming to ease.  He cracked a few jokes and asked a few questions and before long he had pulled her into the flow of a conversation.  This guy was smooth.

Not just smooth.  Effortless.  This guy just oozed alpha male confidence.  His movements, his laughter, his lines had all been honed to keen edge.  He was a womanizer.  And with his rugged good looks, debonair charm, elegant fashion sense, and that tall well-built frame I couldn’t even imagine how many women a guy like that had been with.  And by the look in his dark eyes he thought Sarah was his next conquest.  Every so often Sarah would spare me a glance, but only for an instant as her eyes would be drawn back to her tall, dark, and handsome suitor.

With Sarah’s every flirtatious giggle and flattered blush white hot razor blades are being drawn across my heart.  While below the table my dick was hard enough to be driven like a nail into the wood above it.  What was she going to do with him?  How far would she go?  If she left with him…would I even stop them?  One part of me was convinced that I would never let it get that far, but another part wasn’t so sure.  This strange new…kink…fetish…thing we were playing with held me in a powerful grip.

“Aaand one pint for you.”

“Huh!?”  I startle at the waitresses reappearance.  “Oh.”  I look at the tall glass of ale.  “Thanks.”

“Still no show?”  She nods to the empty chair across from me.  “I wouldn’t worry.  She’s probably just caught in traffic or something.”

“Y-Yeah.  Thanks.”

“Gimme a wave if you need anything.”

“You bet.  Sure.”  I say, desperate for her to leave.  “Thank you.”

When I look to the bar again Sarah and the mystery man were still talking but now just little bit closer together.  The feeling out process was going well and they were getting more comfortable with each other.  The man was telling her a story and she gazed up at him completely engrossed in whatever he was telling her.  Seeing her look up to this taller man and hang on his every word was agony.  Delicious, cock hardening, agony.

This was insanity!  Why was my body responding like this?  That was MY WIFE that guy was flirting with!  I swig my beer and still I stay glued to my spot.  As I watch them interact I begin to imagine where this night could go.  Back to his place for some drinks.  Some music, maybe a bit of slow dancing.  Some more talking…touching…eventually their first kiss.  And then the bedroom.  He was a big man, big hands, probably big down below too.  He was an experienced lover.  He know how to touch a woman.  He knew how to make them sing.  He knew how to make a woman like Sarah feel good all night long.   In a flash I see my Sarah naked, sweaty, and on her knees in front of him.  Looking up at HIM with those big brown eyes and with her mouth obediently held wide open ready to receive his…

“I am so sorry sir.”

“Huh!?”  Again the real world stabs into my daze.  I look up to see the greeter again.

“Your table for two.”  He says.  “My apologies sir. I tried but I just can’t do it tonight.  You’d better try elsewhere before it gets too late.”

“Oh, uh, sure.”  My eyes dart back and forth between him and past him to Sarah.  The man had just touched her arm!  “That’s okay.  I-I’ll just finish my drink and…go.”

His brows furrow in curiosity.  With a quick glance he follows my gaze toward the bar to see the woman I had walked in with getting friendly with another man at the bar.  I knew he spotted it.  He knew that I knew he spotted it.  He just gives me a strange look but says nothing about it.  “Have a good night.”

“You too.”

I return to my beer and my spying.  The man’s large tanned hand on Sarah’s fair skin turned my blood to liquid fire.  The way he stroked so casually and so naturally down her arm and across her forearm is a dagger through my heart.  It is torture watching them.  But a torture I could not tear myself away from.  I felt so betrayed.  Not by her so much as my own penis.

She was so beautiful.  So achingly gorgeous.  No wonder she had drawn the attention as desirable as she was.  I knew my spouse was a catch but it was so humbling to know, to actually see, that if for whatever reason Sarah found herself single tomorrow that she could have me replaced with another guy with the snap of her dainty fingers.  It is quite a revelation to realize that if we were both single right now she would be way out of my league.

“Hello handsome.”

An unfamiliar female voice brings me back again.  Standing near the opposite chair there is a blond woman in her late twenties or early thirties.  She wore a nice dress, one that suited the decor and showed a lot of skin, yet I could spot a little frayed bit by the shoulder strap.  Her jewelry was nice enough though the style clashed with the rest.  Even in the dim light I could tell that her make up was layered on thick.  As I look at her she looks at me.  I catch her eyes drawn a couple of times to the expensive watch on my wrist.

“Um, hello.”  I say.

She looks across to Sarah then back to me.  “Looking for some company tonight darlin?”

“Ex-cuse me?”

“I think she’s spoken for.”  She says.  “But I’m not doing anything right now.”

“Uh…”

“Are you from out of town?”  She says, her lines practiced and precise.  “I’ve never seen you around here before.”

“Oh, uh.”  I extend my left hand across the table to show my band.  “I’m married.”

“That’s okay darlin.  So are most of the guys around here.” She steps closer and teases her fingers across my hand.  “Why don’t you buy me a drink and we can get to know each other?”

And then, from out of nowhere, Sarah is at my side!  She physically interposes her body between me and the call girl and tugs at me to get me to my feet.  The woman steps back, surprised at the sudden appearance.  I stand up and take Sarah in my arms.

“Sarah?”

She grabs my shirt, gripping the front as hard as she can in both her tiny fists, and steps right up to me.  She stares into my chest, refusing to look up, with an expression of fear?  Anger?  Pain?  I couldn’t tell.  All I knew was that something was very wrong.

“I wanna go home.”  She says in a clipped voice.  “I wanna go home now.”

“You know this guy?”  The woman says but we both ignore her.

“What’s wrong Sarah?  What happened?”

She shakes her head.  “I don’t like it here Alfred.  We don’t belong here.  This place isn’t for us.”  Her hands claw at my chest the grip my shirt once more as if I might float away if she let go.  “I wanna go home please.”

I look to the bar where I see the tall man looking at me even more baffled than the escort.  “Did he say something to you?  Did he do something?”  I try to look in her eyes but she avoided my gaze.  “Did he hurt you baby?”

She shakes her head again, impudent and pouting, and pulls in as tight to me as she could get.  “I don’t wanna do this anymore Alfred.  I wanna go home!”

Putting my arms around her I take her into a gentle embrace.  “Okay baby.”  I kiss her head.  “It’s gonna be okay.”

She slides her arms around my body and hugs me tightly.  With a little sniffle she kisses my chest and whimpers.  “I’m sorry.”

Our scene had drawn attention.  I take the brunt of the looks as I walk across to the bar to pick up Sarah’s purse.  The whole way my wife stays glued to my body and her eyes never leave my chest.  She was blocking everything out but me.  The big guy scowls at me as I pay our tab.  As I do so Sarah opens her purse and finds her wedding ring.  She jams it hard onto her finger and clenches her left hand in a tight fist and holds it to her chest.

As I guide her toward the exit I look down at her looking so fragile and embarrassed, and as beautiful as an angel.

Part 14