MY Wife's Dark Secrets

Chapter 8

I did not face the stud but I could feel him there, eyeing me as I watched them vanish into the kitchen. The weight of him submerged my body toward him in the couch. I was overpowered by his gravitational pull just enough for our thighs to brush each other.

Then I resisted instantly by reaching for my wine like it was a life raft.

Relax, Lina. I told myself taking my sip. Nothing’s going to happen with this dude. He’s Amelia’s boyfriend!

When I put the glass down, my wedding band caught a glint of the candlelight. How odd, I realized, I think nothing’s going to happen because he’s Amelia’s boyfriend and not because I’m Jayden’s wife!

I looked at Denrique. My eyes grazed on him. His eyes were dancing in the fire and he had a very sly smile on his face. A smile that said he could read my mind and he found my thoughts funny.

The cocky bastard actually thinks he’s getting some tonight! The thought was flattering but no. I had to shoot him down, quick. Rock star party is over.

“I’m really happy for Amelia,” I started. “It’s so hard for her to find a great guy. She has such high standards both personal and… physical. You know?”

Denrique nodded and leaned back. I noticed he kept his distance, his body relaxing into the large cushions behind him, swilling his own glass of wine in one hand.

Doubt threw cold water on me. Am I reading the situation all wrong? Maybe I was just having crazy thoughts because my mind was prepared in a weird way by my own husband and his perversions. All this fantasy play was twisting my sense of reality. Get real! Denrique isn’t about to jump my bones! I reprehended myself.

So, I continued the incoherent uttering.

“I’ve seen Amelia for many years reject guy after guy. Really good guys, you know. Like my Jayden. Guys who were really nice, really good to her. But she dumped each of them. She had many excuses for doing it. This one was too short, or the manhood wasn’t long enough, or this one was remarkably bad in bed. I am just so glad she finally found someone who met her requirements in a man.”

I jabbed him jokingly with a finger in his thigh. Denrique smiled, his ego easily swallowing up the compliment.

“Yes, she is quite a queenly woman. The chemistry between us is great. She is maybe not so book smart, yes, but she knows what people want. She is very, how do you say…” and he struggled to find the right English word.

“Spontaneous.”

“Yes! Spontaneous.”

We laughed. It was sweet. It felt like we were connecting at a deeper level, bonding with each other over our shared warm feelings for Amelia. I felt at ease again. Comfortable.

I extended my neck around to look behind us, to the kitchen door. I was aware that Denrique was glancing at my chest as I did it. Peeping at my boobs. I let him get a good look, extruding my chest a bit.

“They’ll be awhile.” He said. “She’s got him chopping limes and salting the glasses.”

He placed his hand on my mid-thigh. I felt it land there. Heavy. Solid. I looked down to see it there. Denrique’s big hand lay upon the exposed part of my mid-thigh and his big knuckled Neanderthal fingers curved into the space between my legs.

“What are you doing?” I whispered.

“Something I cannot do in front of your husband. It’s just too weird with him sitting there.”

I tightly put my hands around his muscled forearm. He started to bring his hand slowly up my thigh again. I pushed against him, slowing his upward process but unable to stop it.

“Did Amelia tell you about my husband’s cornuto fetish?”

“You mean cuckold?”

“Yes, cuckold fetish, you can call it cornuto too.”

He appeared amazed but didn’t utter a word.

His hand was now high up on my exposed thigh, maybe a finger length away from the wet spot on my exposed panties. My little hands were still on his, and I firmly held him at that line, biting my lower lip.

He regarded our stalemate with cool and collected eyes. He listened to my breathing. I froze as he leaned close to my ear and whispered.

“The question you must ask is, ‘What I am doing, is it what you want?”

The question was so simple. I could not believe I never asked it until this moment. Pleasing Jayden had been my entire goal. But those simple words made my heart leap.

There was a sound of a door shutting and I quickly pulled away. Denrique retreated as well but more reluctantly.

Sure enough, Jayden approached holding out a tray of freshly cut limes and shot glasses with the rims salted. Amelia walked alongside of him with the tequila and that Cheshire cat grin.

“Hey there you two,” she said impudently.

Ugh, did she have to be so obvious? I sulked as I adjusted the hem of my dress back down.

Jayden did his best acting of normal, very properly consolidated on pouring and handing each one of us our tequila shot.

I tried to meet his intent stare. I wanted to look him in the eye and let him know everything is okay. Nothing happened. Nothing really.

But I did not get it. He appeared aware I was looking at him but he seemed unable to meet me in the eyes. Amelia however, she did meet my eyes. And she smiled. She smiled at me like the teenager I first met first-year at Copperbelt. That girl with the wicked streak who was so much fun to party with.

I raised an eyebrow at her in a reprimanding way. So, this was Amelia’s game. She wanted to toy with Jayden some more. She wanted to pursue our risky experimentation. To see how far he would let this go.

A spasm of guilt sailed in me about Jayden having no clue he was sitting in a room with three people who knew all about his supposedly secret cuckold fetish. But I also felt a naughty girlish curiosity to test the limits of his strange lust.

Furthermore, teasing Jayden would be fun. And what was the harm? Teasing him so far had only led to the best s*x of our entire married lives.

I wasn’t about to cheat on Jayden. No chance. He might have his fantasies but we would not become one of those people who actually did those kinky things. We were a solid, monogamous, normal, vanilla couple and I liked it that way.

However, the opportunity to safely explore the limits of Jayden’s obsession with trusted friends would never come up again. So maybe it was the wine or that we had the sitter for another hour or the full moon, but I decided to go ahead and play this game.

I wish I could go back and tell myself what I know now. This was the last moment in the chain of events that could have changed things. The last moment when my husband would still be the only man in my life. Though I thought I knew my own limits, the truth is ladies, I had no f*****g idea.

*

All our shot glasses were raised over the coffee table in a high tight circle. Jayden was back on his side of the couch, a full seat cushion apart from Amelia while Denrique and I were sharing practically the same spot on our side of the couch.