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The resort was private, exclusive, beyond expensive, and nestled in the Texas Hill Country. The awards ceremony, and after-parties, were going to be swanky affairs to say the least. I’d been to functions like this one before, but tonight was……complicated.
For now, I’ll just say I was arriving solo, stag, sans partner. My wife? Well she was attending to night as well, but she was attending with her new boyfriend. The guest of honor. Tonight, she’d be on his arm, his date, his girlfriend, and their new relationship in full display of the crowd.
“Welcome to the resort, sir. Are you valeting your car tonight?”
The valet dude’s eyes traveled along the fully, and meticulously restored 1969 Mustang Mach One. A small smile of satisfaction, and anticipation crossed his face. It was obvious he was seriously hoping I would valet it, and he’d get the opportunity to sit behind the wheel.
“Yes,” I sighed quietly, and nodded my head. “Please take care of her. She’s my baby.”
The keys stayed in the ignition, and I slid out of the car. The valet receipt was stuffed into my hand. I wasn’t actually pushed out of the way, although he definitely made it clear I was standing in between him and the opportunity to drive a sweet, classic muscle car.
Don’t roll your eyes, but I did stay to watch him drive it away. What can I say? It’s one of my most prized possessions, and I hated to see someone else behind the wheel.
Once he was out of sight, I made my way inside. The entire resort had been reserved for this event, so there were no tourists, unruly k**s, or other family accouterments. Instead, the lobby, the bar, and just about every open spot was occupied by tuxedoed men, and women dressed in unbelievably beautiful dresses. Hollywood red carpet was laid out, but in Texas, and without all the douche-bags that seemed to inhabit the land of fruits and nuts.
“May I see your invitation, sir?”
I jerked my attention to the guy standing in front of me. Tall, dark hair, dark eyes, and a calm, but sharp expression on his face. Obviously athletic from the cut of his tuxedo. The slight bulge under his left armpit, and the discreet earpiece marked him as security. Professional, high-quality security. As I sized him up, he did the same thing to me. I knew what he saw.
Civilian, most-likely a guy who sits behind a desk for a living. That’s true.
Works out, but not religiously. Also true.
Doesn’t fit any threat profile. Thank goodness.
I reached inside my tuxedo for my invitation and watched his eyes narrow slightly. He’d dismissed me as a threat, but that didn’t mean he dropped his guard. I handed him my invitation, and my driver’s license. My concealed carry license was kept inside my wallet, out of sight. He wasn’t a cop, and I wasn’t carrying tonight anyway.
“Have a good time tonight, sir.” He handed me an envelope. “The guest of honor asked that I give this to you. Thank you for your patience.”
“You’re welcome.”
The envelope held two room keys, and my room number. I’m not sure why I needed two room keys, but I didn’t think anything of it. There was a slip of paper in the envelope as well, but I figured it was a welcome note from the resort. I folded the envelope, slid it into my pocket, and looked around a little. Obviously, some VIP’s were in attendance tonight. I didn’t see any celebrities standing around, so I made my way to the watering hole. The bar was busy, but it was filled with couples, so I figured I stood a pretty good chance finding an empty chair at the bar.
I was right.
“Laphroaig on the rocks, please.”
“We just got a case of 18 year old Laphroaig in stock, would you like to try it?”
“Hell, yes. I’d love a glass. On the rocks, please.”
The bartender nodded in approval, and stepped away to prepare my drink. I have a suspicion about bartenders. They love simple drinks, and the people who order them. The complicated umbrella drinks have to piss them off. Cosmo’s, fruity concoctions, and whatever-tini’s, had to be embarrassing to make, in my opinion. At any rate, every time I ordered a whiskey on the rocks, I always got a satisfied nod from the barkeep.
A group of guys, who managed to get separated from their dates, wives or significant others, crowded up to the bar next to me. They were my age, mid-40’s, wealthy like everyone else, but out of shape. Most of them were tempting fate, and risking other people’s lives, by stretching their cummerbunds to the absolute maximum. It was even odds that someone might get killed if they snapped suddenly. A mixed bag, some were white, a few Hispanic, and several were black. All professionals, all successful, and each one comfortable with their obvious wealth and success.
“Did you see David?” The question came from the guy farthest from the bar. A white dude, tall, and the only thin one in the bunch. Not from exercising, it was a DNA gift.
“David?” Another guy snorted. “Who gives a shit about David? Did you see his date?”
Low whistles, nods of appreciation, and lusty chuckles filled the group. They ordered beers, by the way, so I immediately stuck them in the lightweight category. It was only one step above the douchebag category.
My scotch arrived at the same time as their beers, but they paid me no attention. I passed the bartender a $100, and nodded my thanks. Yes, eighteen year old scotch is that expensive. I also wanted to tip him generously, so I’d get better service as the night d**g on.
“How the hell did he land that?”
“I don’t know, but holy shit, is she gorgeous.”
“Hot.”
“Sexy.”
“I wonder if she’s for rent by the hour, or if he got a discount for the entire night?”
The last question was half-serious, even though the group laughed heartily. It was the kind of question that reflected what they were all thinking. They’d be damn happy to pay for her company. Of course, there’s always that one guy who takes it too far.
“Discount?” His voice was slightly slurred already. “I’d happily pay her full rate for a month. Load up on Cialis, and hide her fucking clothes.”
The one guy who hadn’t laughed so far finally joined the conversation. “She’s not a pro, guys. David doesn’t have to pay for it.”
“We know,” one of the guys replied dismissively. “We’re just k**ding. Damn, it’s a party, lighten up.”
“Hey, I’m just telling you, she’s good people, and David’s serious about her.”
That sobered up the conversation. Several guys exchanged glances, and shook their heads sadly. Apparently several of the guys openly wished David’s date tonight was a prostitute, and they were disappointed to hear otherwise.
“How long have they been seeing each other?”
The bartender had been waiting for the guys to finish their conversation, and pay him so he could attend to the other customers. Before anyone answered the question, one of the guys passed over some bills, and they all walked off.
“One month,” I answered the question, even though they’d already left. “They’ve been seeing each other for one month.”
I studied the amber colored liquid in my glass. There was a solid globe of ice, clinking softly against the side of the glass. I took a sip, savoring the delicious smell of the aged liquor, and seriously enjoyed the strong peaty flavor of the ‘water of life’.
“It’s going to be a long night,” I murmured under my breath. “Well, at least the scotch is good.”
How did I know how long David and his date had been dating? How did I know what woman they were talking about, even though I hadn’t seen her tonight? Y’know, the woman they were drooling over, and secretly hoping was a prostitute.
Simple.
David was the guest of honor.
My wife was his date…and his girlfriend.

Like I said at the beginning. It’s complicated.

Stick with me, and I’ll catch you up.

***

Dinner was supposed to be about estate planning. I’d seriously thought about cancelling, but my wife Nicole wanted to hear what David had to say. We were both from humble beginnings, yes, I mean we’d both been raised poor. So one of the things Nicole worried about the most was money.
Truthfully, she didn’t really worry, because we had more money than we’d ever dreamed. Instead, her attention had shifted to making sure we didn’t lose it, and passed as much as possible onto our girls.
Hence, the estate planning dinner.
David was our attorney, but he was also a very good friend of our business partner, Collin. Collin and I owned a financial planning company in San Antonio, and we did very well. I handled the insurance side of the house, Collin managed our client’s money, and we’d just brought on a new partner to handle the real estate side of our business. Cynthia, our new partner, was killing it. Her side of the company was the fastest growing, but mine brought in the most revenue.
It was a minor little point I mentioned whenever her head grew too big.
Our company was as much a family, as it was a business. All of us were close, and my wife was currently working in Cynthia’s division. It wasn’t permanent, just until Cynthia could hire more staff. The fact that Nicole and Cynthia were at least part-time lovers made the arrangement very cozy. Cynthia was actually the second partner, my wife had slept with…repeatedly.
Collin was the first.
Like I said…complex.
You may be scratching your head at this point. It’s also possible you could be nodding your head in anticipation. Either way, I should clarify the situation.
See, I’m a Cuckold.
A what?
A Cuckold.
It’s a loaded term, with a lot of levels, variations and flavors, but essentially it means my wife see’s other people, fucks other people…with my consent. Hell, with my eager approval in some cases.
Cuckold. It’s an awkward word to say, I know. There are irritating purists out there (aren’t there always), who will insist the term is used incorrectly. Yhey are the arbiters of the English language. They will smugly point to other words, that no one has ever heard of, understands, or even cares about, and viciously battle to ensure their terminology is used. A pyrrhic victory, I think, at best.
Pay them no mind.
The term in common usage is Cuckold. A husband, whose wife fucks other men, women, or some combination of the two. It describes me. It didn’t always, but after a lot of talk, and even more angst I’ve accepted it.
Which brings me to David.
He isn’t a member of our company, he’s our firm’s attorney. He’s also Nicole, and I’s personal attorney, if we ever need him. A great guy. A stellar attorney.
His background is unique, and he’s worked in a lot of different areas. A former military officer/attorney, he’s also worked as a U.S Attorney under two presidents. He has consulted with Fortune 500 clients, and worked with the ACLU. He has contacts in and out of government that could probably get him elected president. An intelligent, passionate guy, he’s exactly Nicole’s type.
My wife is also seriously attracted to him. No. That’s not exactly correct. Nicole and David are attracted to each other. It’s completely mutual.
Nicole (Nikki to me and to her lovers) met David through Collin. They were instantly attracted to each other, but since she was seeing Collin at the time, nothing ever came of it. After Collin and Nicole ended their relationship (amicably), Nicole and Cynthia became an item. A hot item. My wife is fully bi-sexual, but it was touch and go there for a while. I was half-convinced at one point that she would announce she was a lesbian, and going to leave me for Cynthia.
Fortunately, that didn’t happen.
Nicole helped recruit Cynthia into our company and they are still part-time lovers. Cynthia is looking for a long-term partner, and depending upon the Supreme Court, maybe a full-fledged wife. In the meantime, she isn’t willing to give up getting naked with Nicole, and I don’t blame her. They see each other a few times a week, and I’m pretty sure they’ve christened Cynthia’s office on more than one occasion. It’ll end between them eventually, and they both recognize that, but they’re having fun until their relationship runs its course.
David is one of the reasons Nicole and Cynthia aren’t exclusive. Nicole confessed to Cynthia that she would always be attracted to men, and David in particular. It wasn’t easy for Cynthia, but she understands, especially since Nicole also wants another baby. Which is something her best friend and lover can’t provide. Neither can I, by the way, but I’ll get to that down the road.
It’s probably no surprise to you by now, but Nicole is a stunner. I married way above my weight class. Most people describe her as a mix between Sofia Vergara, Penelope Cruz, and Selma Hayek.
Her age? Yeah, I’m not stupid enough to actually divulge her age. I know it, but trust me, she looks like she’s in her late 20’s, early 30’s. I’m in my mid-forties, in case you cared.
Bottom line? She’s gorgeous, petite, curvy, and she has natural breasts that could keep her afloat in the roughest waters. Now that she quit working full-time, she exercises daily at the gym, and her body belongs on a magazine cover. Flat stomach, perfectly round, firm ass, and shapely legs. Believe me when I tell you, I get her naked as often as possible.
Yes, we have an active sex life. I work out daily as well, weights, cardio, and mixed-martial arts. I’m average height, blonde hair, green eyes, and cursed with a sarcastic sense of humor. As I mentioned, I’m in my mid-forties, but I still manage my share of attention.
We just built a new home, but stayed in the same school district. Our two daughters absolutely refused to leave their friends, so we found some acreage within the district. Nikki insisted on throwing a housewarming party when it was finished, and we invited David. He spent most of the night talking with Nicole, but he and I got some time to talk as well. Just before he left that night, he invited us to dinner to discuss estate planning.
What was I going to say? No?
Yeah right, with Nicole standing right there, giving me the ‘just agree’ look.
Anyway, the discussion we had at our ‘estate planning dinner’ was….interesting. Keep reading, you’ll see.

***

We walked into the restaurant together. Nikki slid her arm inside mine, which I loved, and walked next to me. We saw our host almost immediately. I’m terrible with ages, but I’d guess David is in his early fifties, maybe late forties. When I first met him, he was in good shape, but he obviously started some sort of exercise program, because he was in great shape. The easiest way to describe him is by analogy. He’s a spitting image of Idris Elba, the actor….who is freakin’ amazing by the way. Think of an older brother to Idris, and you have a really good picture of David.
“How are you, David?”
“Great, Nick. Thanks for coming.”
David and I shook hands, and I made way for my wife. He greeted her with a soft kiss on the cheek, before he took her hand, and escorted her to her chair. A smooth gentleman, he held the chair out for her.
We’d decided to have dinner at Collin’s restaurant. A high-end steakhouse, it was quiet, intimate, and the food was fantastic. He’d reserved a private room for our discussion, and our table sat near a window. The view of the surrounding countryside was excellent.
“You look incredible tonight, Nicole,” he said first.
A warm, happy smile appeared on her face. “Thank you, David. You don’t look so bad yourself.”
He inclined his head toward her. “Any trouble getting here?”
I took that question. “None. This place is in a great location, and traffic really isn’t a problem.”
“Excellent.”
She put her hand on his arm. “How have you been?”
“Great,” he replied with an easy smile. “My firm is flourishing really, and I’ve had to hire some new attorneys.”
David and I sat across the table from one another, with Nicole in the middle. I couldn’t be sure, but it sure seemed like they were already leaning towards each other as they spoke. I watched the body language between them, and almost immediately lost track of the conversation. She’d taken her hand off his arm, but she was still focused entirely on him.
An interested smile was pasted on her face, as he spoke about his firm, or whatever. I knew the look in her eye. She was into him, I mean seriously into him. She had a weakness for black man, specifically successful, articulate, and passionate black men. He was clearly hitting all of her buttons.
“So I’m able to take more time for myself now.” His voice penetrated by brain, and d**g my attention back to the table. “I’m playing more golf, although I’m not in Nick’s class, and I can work a normal schedule.”
“That’s great,” she replied.
“Yeah, I’m in a great spot right now.”
The conversation lulled for a second, and the both of them seemed to realize I was still at the table. He cleared his throat, and my wife straightened slightly.
“Why don’t we order some drinks? I took the liberty of ordering an appetizer for us. It’s new, and I thought we could share it.”
“Sounds good,” I said.
No one’s perfect, and that definitely applied to David. It turns out he’s a…beer drinker.
I know right? Well, I guess everyone has their imperfections.
Our drinks came, and the appetizer was pretty damn tasty. I resigned myself to more time in the gym for the foreseeable future, because there was nothing healthy about the appetizer. We also ordered dinner, and David got down to business.
“Guys, I consulted with your accountant, and truthfully, you’re in great shape.” He handed me a folder. “I’ve put together some options for you. They’re all straightforward, and they’ll help ensure your estate is protected. You already have an appropriate amount of life insurance, and you have a business transition plan in place. The only areas I think we need to spend time on are, long-term care, your wills, and establishing trusts for your daughters.”
“That’s all?” Nicole asked.
“Yep. Your company is doing great. Collin’s financial advice has helped your personal finances grow significantly, so all that’s left is for you to enjoy your success, protect your estate, and plan for the future.”
“Wow,” she said quietly.
As Nicole and David were talking, I had opened the folder and reviewed his suggestions. I’m more of an insurance guy, than a financial or legal guy, but I knew enough to be dangerous. I’d also done my own research, so I wasn’t totally lost in the weeds. David’s recommendations were safe, conservative and I knew they were appropriate for our situation. I closed the folder, and set it on the table.
“I’m comfortable with what you’ve outlined. What’s the next step?”
“I’ll draw up some paperwork, show it to your accountant, and we’ll meet again in about a week. You can sign everything, and my firm will handle the rest.”
A happy, slightly relieved smile crossed my wife’s face. “That was easy.”
“I know.” My eyes met David’s across the table. “You didn’t need to take us to dinner for something so simple.”
David held my glance for a moment longer, before he nodded almost imperceptibly. He picked up on the question I didn’t ask.
“I had another reason for asking you to dinner.” He paused to take a sip of his beer. “It’s personal.”
Normally when people hear those two words, they’ll will hesitate slightly, their expressions will become careful, and they’ll wait patiently for the hammer to drop. That’s how I reacted.
Nicole? She reacted differently. An excited smile grew on her face, she leaned closer to him, and her hand fell to his arm again.
“What is it, David?”
He smiled at her. “It’s you.”
“Me?”
“Let me explain.”
“This should be interesting,” I observed dryly, and earned a warning glance from Nikki.
“Do you know how I first met your wife, Nick?”
“I think so, but why don’t you start there, so we all have a common beginning.”
“Good idea,” he said. “I met Nicole at a club one night. Collin had some event going on, and he invited me to attend. You see, I thought Nicole and Collin were seeing one another.”
Nicole gulped her wine, and a slight blush colored her cheeks. “We were.”
“Yes, but I mistakenly assumed you were single.”
“Ahhh,” she said, and then glanced at me.
My stomach flipped over several times, and I seriously thought my heart had stopped beating. When it finally did start again, it acted like it was trying to set a world record for the most beats per minute.
“When you and Collin ended your relationship, I was surprised to learn that you had been married to Nick the entire time.” His voice was low, but friendly. “Collin is a close friend of mine, but you should know that he didn’t divulge any information about your relationship. He simply told me to speak to both of you…privately.”
I’d taken another sip of whiskey while he was talking, and the pleasant burn helped me form words in the English language.
“What questions do you have, David?”
He met my gaze squarely, which I appreciated, and brought his hands together. “I won’t beat around the bush, Nick. I’m attracted to your wife.”
Their eyes met, and she smiled invitingly at him. The feeling was obviously mutual. I’m not sure how he managed it, but he tore his eyes away from her after a few seconds.
“I’d like to see her…..romantically,” he clarified. “With your permission, of course.”
“I see.”
His simple admission caught me off guard. He’s an attorney, so I figured he’d beat around the bush, take his time building a case, and I expected to use that time to ready a response. His direct approach threw my plan right out the window.
“Nick,” my wife’s voice broke into my thoughts. “Mind if I jump in here?”
“By all means.”
She smiled again at David. “I’d like to see you as well, David. The dance, and the kiss we shared that night at the club has been very special to me.”
“Me too.”
They shared a moment, both smiling at each other, and even from across the table, I could feel the heat of their attraction. She managed to break the connection finally, and took a deep breath.
“Nick and I did have an unusual relationship with Collin.”
“A cuckold relationship?” he asked before she could continue. “Collin mentioned it, and I did a little research.”
My wife looked at me, a question on her face. I nodded in reply, and motioned for her to continue.
“Yes,” she confirmed. “The three of us, Collin, Nick and I entered into they kind of relationship. It wasn’t easy at first, and we all learned as we went along, but it was rewarding for all of us.”
David sat back in his chair. He looked first at Nicole, and then at me. “It was rewarding for you?”
“Yes.” I took a longer sip of my whiskey, and motioned at the waiter. Either someone was helping me drink, or I was sucking the whiskey down. I made a mental note to slow down on the next one. At any rate, the waiter caught my meaning, and disappeared. My glass of whiskey made it to the table, and I took a deep, quiet breath.
“It was rewarding for me as well. Collin is a good man, and he’s a close friend now.” I motioned at Nicole. “She’s right, it wasn’t easy at first. As time went on however, it became fun for all of us.”
Nicole smiled, practically beamed at me, and nodded in agreement. David leaned forward again. “It’s nice to meet a couple, who is so secure in their marriage, they can handle that type of relationship.”
“Thanks. I’m glad you mentioned having a secure marriage,” I added. “Collin was unusually good at maintaining the balance between his relationship with Nicole, and our marriage.”
David’s expression changed slightly, as I hit the words ‘our marriage’. It was subtle, but I was drawing the first boundary.
“One thing, the most important thing actually, is that our marriage comes first. Collin understood that, and supported it.”
Nicole nodded. “That’s right.”
The message was clear, and David was a sharp guy. We didn’t need to belabor the point for him to understand what we were both saying.
Silence permeated our conversation, and camped out at the table for several moments. The waiter brought my second glass of whiskey, and I received a ‘take it slow’ look from my wife. I winked at her.
“I hesitate to ask this next question,” his said. “Because I don’t want to assume anything, but would you two consider starting the same relationship with me?”
Nicole and I shared a glance. We’d been married long enough to know what the other person was thinking, most of the time. There was also an electricity between us, created by the prospect of diving into another cuckold relationship. We both felt it, both wanted it, and when the glance ended, we both knew what path we would take forward.
A naughty smile crossed her face. David sat very still, clearly unsure how to respond. She pushed away from the table, stood up slowly, almost seductively, and stepped over to him. She motioned for him to scoot back from the table. When he did, she lowered herself sideways into his lap, and kissed him.
It started soft, almost tentative. Her arms lifted until they rested on his shoulders, and his encircled her waste. The kiss grew in intensity. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the waiter step out of the room.
Thank goodness we’re alone in here.
A soft moan echoed in the air. Nicole’s body undulated against David’s, and his grip on her waist tightened. Pheromone’s and raw lust filled the air, until they were almost a physical presence in the room. My cock left the sidelines, and enthusiastically supported David and Nicole’s activities. The long dormant, but still familiar, sensation of cuckold angst and excitement filled my body.
I missed this….badly. The emotional brew was stronger than whiskey.
Until now, I hadn’t realized how much it had meant to me. Watching my wife happily kiss another man, fulfilled me in a way that defies easy words, and simple explanations.
Sexually? Sure it was great.
Emotionally? Hell, yes, it was exciting.
It was more than just sex, and raw emotions. For a cuckold husband, it was happiness on tap. Purely distilled, perfectly aged, and well over one hundred proof, it was the perfect emotional whiskey. I sucked it down. Slurping it greedily from my visual cup, and letting it run down my chin.
Heavy, sweet, and perfect.
Their kiss finally ended, but my wife didn’t move. I could hear them whispering, but couldn’t make out the words. I was an observer now, an outsider, and left with only the ability to watch. I loved it.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Nicole stood. She walked around his chair, letting her hand trail along his shoulders, and found her seat again. He cleared his throat, and moved his chair back towards the table. Nicole finished her glass of wine in one gulp, and a Cheshire cat grin grew slowly on her face.
“The answer to your question.” I smiled at both of them. “Will we consider starting a cuckold relationship with you…..is a resounding yes.”
Occasionally, I have my moments, and that was one of them. We all laughed, and David raised his glass in a little salute. Nicole winked at me, and mouthed, ‘I love you’.
It was as good a beginning as any.

***

That was a month ago, give or take a few days. I’ll fill you in on the first month of their new relationship another time. It was….interesting. I need a few drinks in me though, before I tell that story to you.
In the meantime, I’m back at the resort. In the bar of course, nursing my glass of peaty whiskey, and wondering for the thousandth time why I came. It wasn’t my usual scene, and I was here alone. A small part of me worried that I be perceived as that creepy, single guy who hangs around by himself all night. You know the one I’m talking about. He feeds crickets to spiders, so he can watch them get eaten. Despite being over 40, he stares way too hard at coeds, plays tons of video games, and has a screen name like ‘playboy69’.
Don’t roll your eyes. You’ve thought the same thing before, and I was right to worry.
The whiskey slid down my throat easily now, and I sipped it slowly, as I let the memory of getting talked into this night run through my head. Nicole and Cynthia teamed up to sell me on this event. They said it was a chance to network for future business opportunities.
I could still hear Cynthia’s voice. “Think of all the contacts you could make, Nick”
Yeah, right!
Nicole whispered softly in my ear. “You’ll get to watch me and David. It’ll be the icing on the cake, honey.”
Truthfully, she had it backwards. Watching her was the cake, any business opportunities that arose would be the icing. Once her new boyfriend arranged for me to sit at the head table with them, it sealed the deal.
I’d be at the same table, hearing their conversations, and watching them…just watching them. I couldn’t resist, didn’t want to resist. Hell, once I thought about it, I couldn’t wait to get here.
So that was the answer to why I’m here, standing alone at the bar, and worrying about being creepy. I knew why I came. I accepted it, and looked forward to it. The awkwardness of being alone at this function would fade, as my cuckold angst was filled with visions of David and Nicole. Holding hands, whispering to each other, and sharing private smiles. Just imagining those scenes was enough to make me a little light headed.
“What would you like, honey?”
The voice right next to me, interrupted my thoughts, and I crash landed back in the bar. Another tiny sip of my whiskey, and I felt more in control of myself.
“White wine, please.”
That voice. That beautiful voice. I knew it like I knew my k**’s faces.
Nicole.
Slowly, without drawing attention to myself, or making a scene, I turned to face that beautiful voice. The sight of my wife, made the voice seem ugly in comparison.
She was standing only a few feet away. Her hand was inside David’s arm, and she’d pressed herself against him. She was looking up at him, and smiling happily. He was whispering something to her, and her smile grew bigger as she listened.
Holy shit. She is gorgeous. Beyond gorgeous. Nations have gone to war over women who were half as beautiful as Nicole.
Stronger than whiskey, but not nearly as incapacitating, I drank in her beauty like a man starved of water. Just like the men at the bar earlier, I couldn’t get enough of staring at her. She hadn’t seen me yet, so I had a few moments to enjoy the sight of her.
Her dress was an original David Meister, and she’d spoken to the designer himself, when she had it made. It wasn’t in his normal catalog, or available for purchase anywhere else. It was an original, and the cost…well looking at her tonight, it was worth it.
A one-shoulder design, it was shimmering black, with gold highlights, and lace, oh my god, was there lace on her dress. The fabric fell to her mid-thigh, and showed of her legs. It was beautiful, and sexy, without coming close to slutty. That was difficult for most women to pull off, but Nicole managed it perfectly.
Cynthia had helped her pick out her jewelry, and it was glitzy, but tasteful. Her shoes completed, and enhanced the entire package. Obviously, they gave her height, but the Manolo Blahnik pumps set off her legs unlike anything I’d seen before. I’m not a shoe guy, but holy cow, they really made her legs look amazing.
She belonged on the cover of Vogue or Cosmopolitan. Classy, sexy, beautiful, and overall…just breathtaking. Her hair was held up in an intricate bun, which highlighted her perfect face, and set off the jewelry she wore.
Wow! Just wow!
It was the sum total of my response. My mouth had grown dry, just watching her. Fortunately, she hadn’t seen me, so I’d avoided embarrassing myself so far. Besides, I wasn’t the only one staring. The guys in the bar were casting as many looks as they could without pissing off their dates. It was the women however, who looked long and hard at Nicole.
It was mildly humorous. They were obviously trying to find something bad to say, but couldn’t, which only made things worse. A few ladies, nodded in approval, but most narrowed their eyes and turned pointedly back to their dates. David and Nicole received their drinks, and walked over to the other side of the bar. Fortunately for me, they were still within my line of sight.
As the guest of honor, David was approached regularly by well-wishers. It’s one thing to be good on an individual basis, it’s another thing entirely, to be good with groups. David was good with both, I mean really good. Like a skilled politician, he had the gift of being able to relate to people instantly.
I’d seen similar situations where the guy handled the crowd, and virtually ignored his wife or date. He didn’t do that at all, just the opposite. It seemed he went out of his way to introduce Nicole to each person, and she spoke almost as much as him. She was composed, poised, and she looked damn good on his arm.
They’re a good couple.
Like gasoline thrown on a fire, my cuckold angst flared even brighter as that thought filled my head. It was an exquisite pain, watching and enjoying, Nicole and David. Hurt, jealousy, lust, and desire all came together again inside me.
I hated it. I loved it. I needed it and yearned for more.
Their bodies never really separated. Either their hands came together, or she held his arm, and occasionally, he put his arm around her. They were always touching. It was intense.
As they both worked the crowd, the glances they shared were even hotter. Every once in a while, their eyes would meet, and smiles of anticipation would grow on their faces. She would run her hand over his back, each time those looks ended, and my emotions lurched violently in time with her touch.
“Want another?”
The bartender’s voice pointed out that my glass was empty.
“One more.”
He gave me a small smile, and put the drink in front of me. I paid, and tipped him, before checking my watch. The cocktail hour was ending, and it was time for the event.
Here goes nothing. I wonder if anyone will notice if I sneak out.
As I walked into the ballroom, I noticed several uniformed individuals helping people find seats. One of them approached me.
“Can I help you find your seat, sir?”
“Sure.” I gave him my name.
“Ahh, you’re at one of the front tables. Please follow me.”
“Once more unto the breach, dear friends,” I muttered to myself.
Yes, it was a little dramatic, but for some reason I felt like I was approaching enemy territory. The guy leading me to my table, apparently wasn’t a Shakespeare fan, because he didn’t even bother smiling. I chalked it up to the Millennial generation knowledge gap. They’re lost without their gadgets, have poor interpersonal skills, and no regard for the classics.
“Here you are, sir.”
He started to grab my chair, but I held out my hand. “I’ve got it. Thank you.”
There were a few other people at the same table, and I nodded and smiled at them. We introduced ourselves, and I took a seat, with a silent sigh. It was that awkward time. Y’know…the time where you’re seated, but everyone else is taking their sweet time. You don’t know the people at your table, so it’s just awkward until the event starts.
“Here’s your seat, ma’am.”
My eyes were fixed elsewhere, and I didn’t bother to look over to see who was sitting down. I was surveying the other side of the room, trying to get see Nicole. I’d meet whoever it was shortly.
“Come here often, handsome?” A voice whispered so close to my ear that I almost jumped.
My head came around, and my mouth dropped completely open. A captivating, gorgeous blonde sat next to me, smiling mischievously. She didn’t laugh out loud, but her ocean blue eyes were twinkling with humor.
“Cassidy.” I gathered my wits. “What are you-.”
“Cynthia,” she cut me off. “She told me you needed a date, and I wanted to see the resort.”
“Um, wow….great.”
Her expression dropped just a tad. “You’re not upset are you?”
“No,” I said firmly. “Not at all. Actually, I’m happy you’re here.”
“Good.”
It wasn’t lying to the woman. I was happy to see her, but I was going to skin Cynthia alive the next time I saw her.
Cassidy is a relatively new addition to the firm. I hired her, she’s my employee, and now she’s my date. Yeah, I know. Is that Sexual Harrasment I smell? Probably having a big helping for dessert!
Yep. Cynthia was going to pay big time. My date was also completely unaware of the relationship Nicole and I had with David. Our firm was a close family, but mostly among the partners, not the employees. I had a strictly professional relationship with my employees….until tonight.
“Waiter.” I motioned to the nearest uniformed person. “I’m done with this, will you take it?”
My glass of whiskey disappeared. The last thing I needed was more whiskey clouding my judgment. You might be thinking that I’m overdoing it. Companies have parties all the time. Believe me, I’m not overdoing it.
Cassidy and I have a little history.
We first met at a club. I’d gone to watch Nicole and Collin. It was the same night that Nicole and David met for the first time. Cassidy was a bartender at the time, and she hit on me. I’m not k**ding.
Obviously nothing happened, and I didn’t stay long, so I thought nothing of it. Collin threw a party at his house a little while later, and guess who the caterer brought as a bartender?
Yep. Cassidy.
We talked more that night, and I found out that she had a background in Insurance, so we had something in common. She also made it plain that she was interested in getting together. Again, nothing happened.
Fast forward several months. Collin and I have started our company, it’s growing fast, and I’m interviewing people for a new position. You’ll never guess who showed up for an interview…bingo! Cassidy.
Here’s the kicker. I hired her.
Not for the reasons you’re thinking. I hired her because she was imminently qualified for the position. She had a stellar resume, and a ton of previous experience. Her father had owned an insurance company, and she spent her teenage years working for her dad. During college, she continued to work for him, and even sold new policies. In short, she was perfect for the position, so I hired her, and she has worked her ass off ever since.
Seriously, she’s in early, stays late, and does a fantastic job. Our clients love her, and she wants to move into direct sales. She was a good hire. I’d do it again. It’s possible that a full partnership may be in her future.
We’ve maintained a strictly professional relationship. Once in a while she’ll make a small comment, and she has invited me to several happy hours, but otherwise it’s been fine. She’s met Nicole, and our girls, and everything’s been great. Although, truthfully Nicole is on the fence with Cassidy.
Our relationship is going to stay professional, damnit!
If you think Cassidy isn’t pretty, you’re wrong. Truthfully, she’s gorgeous. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a killer figure. She’s not as curvy as Nicole, but she’s really, really attractive. I try not to look at her beyond a glance, because my train of thought has gotten lost several times in her smile. Tonight, her smile was on display and in full effect.
I’m so screwed!
I leaned over slightly, and lowered my voice. “Um, did Cynthia tell you anything else about tonight? Anything at all?”
She didn’t respond verbally. Her eyes fixed on mine, and she nodded her head slowly, a smoldering smile grew on her face. Under the table, her hand caressed my thigh, and gave it a little squeeze.
My heart zipped into overdrive, and my cock instantly got hard. No shame in his game, he was definitely attracted to Cassidy.
“Great,” I muttered, and faced the table. “Just great.”
Guests were taking their sweet time finding their seats. I guessed I had about ten minutes, fifteen on the outside, before the dinner started.
“Cassidy, why don’t we make a quick trip to the bar, and I’ll buy you a glass of wine.”
Her smile grew a little. “Thank you. I’d like that.”
Being a suave, and debonair gentleman, I helped her to her feet, and she slid her arm inside of mine. I tried hard not to think about how good it felt, or how perfectly our bodies matched up. Even in heels, I was still several inches taller than her. Taller, and leaner than Nicole, we still fit together nicely.
When we made it out the hall, the noise level dropped considerably, so a normal conversation was now possible.
“Did you drive here tonight?”
Her mischievous smile returned, and she shook her head. “No, a friend dropped me off.”
“Ahh. I see. So are they picking you up again?”
“No.”
“You have a room for the night?”
“Yes, Cynthia said she reserved one for me.”
My smile was so tight, it probably looked more like a grimace. “Wow, she sure thinks of everything.”
“Are you upset that I’m here, Nick?” Worry and sadness washed over her face. “I’ll go if you don’t want me here.”
Shit!
We were just outside the bar, so we were in a good spot for a private conversation. I moved us over to the wall, and faced her.
“No. I’m not upset,” I said. “I’m just surprised. That’s all. I wish Cynthia would have told me, because I would have picked you up, and we could have ridden together. The idea of you simply being dropped off, irritates the crap out of me.”
“Awww, such a gentleman.”
“Cassidy.”
I started to lay the hammer down, but it suddenly hit me how much of a risk she took in coming tonight. Yes, I could reinforce that we’re co-workers, and she’s my subordinate. That was certainly an option…if I wanted her to quit on Monday. I don’t understand women well, but I suspected Cassidy would take a huge emotional hit, if I was cold to her tonight.
I took a breath, and calmed down.
Damn, Nick. You can be nice, without sleeping with her.
“You look beautiful tonight,” I continued, and motioned at her dress. “That dress is a work of art, and you wear it extremely well.”
“Thank you!” Happiness, tinged with a huge amount of relief, filled her voice. She stepped forward, and hugged me tightly. “Thank you, so much.”
“You’re welcome. Now, how about that glass of wine.”
“Any chance, I could get a glass of whiskey instead?”
I chuckled softly. “Absolutely. I’ll have one with you.”
The bartender gave me an odd look, but poured our drinks without comment. I had just sent back a glass of whiskey, and now I was getting another. His confusion was understandable.
We clinked our glasses together, after I paid our tab, and started walking back to the reception hall. She slid her arm inside mine again, and pressed herself against me.
“This resort is so beautiful,” she remarked.
“It certainly is,” I replied, after taking a sip of whiskey. We walked for a few more steps, before I looked over at her. “Can I ask you something, and you’ll give me a straight answer?”
“Of course.”
“Will you tell me what you know about my marriage to Nicole?”
The question was deliberately phrased to be as broad as possible. I didn’t ask what she’d heard, or what Cynthia had told her. I asked what she knew, which was designed to elicit as much information as possible from her.
“Nick,” she pulled us to a stop, and glanced around quickly. “I know you’re in love with your wife, and you have two great k**s. You’re probably the smartest insurance guy I’ve ever met, and on top of that, you’re a great boss. I love working for you.”
“Okay,” I said slowly.
She squared her shoulders, took a breath, and hit me with it. “Nicole cheats on you. I don’t understand why, but she cheats on you, and you let her. I saw her with Collin at the club, and later at his house. I know she’s been with Cynthia as well.”
“Wai-.”
Her eyes grew misty, and she cut me off. “You’re handsome, you have a big heart, and you’re a great provider. I’ve seen you with your girls, you’re a great father as well. Guys like you are rare, but she treats you so badly.”
She wiped a tear away, took a ragged breath, and stomped her foot lightly. It was cute. “Good guys are so hard to find, and she doesn’t seem to realize that. I guess someone so beautiful, can have her pic of guys.”
Crying women are hard to handle, and while she wasn’t openly crying, she was close. She was also wrong, and if we were going to get through the night, I needed to put some context around my marriage to Nicole.
“Cassidy,” I said gently, and she met my eyes. “Thank you. I appreciate everything you just said, and it means a lot to me.”
Embarrassment washed over her face, and she looked down, nodding slightly. “It’s true.”
“I think you’re giving me way too much credit, but thank you.” I reached out and squeezed her arm gently. “We’re about to go way beyond our normal professional relationship here, so if you want to cut and run, here’s your chance.”
She looked up again, and a quirky smile appeared on her face. “I’m stayin’ here. Hit me with it.”
“This isn’t information you can share, Cassidy. It’s intensely personal.”
“You can trust me. I wouldn’t violate your confidence.”
I nodded and decided to just say it plainly.
“Nicole isn’t cheating on me, not at all. I’ve been aware of her relationships from the beginning.”
“I don’t underst-.”
“And I approved of them,” I interrupted her. “I still approve of them.”
Realization crossed her face, and she leaned forward. “You’re swingers?”
“No,” I laughed. “We’re unique.”
“Okay, I’m lost.”
“We have a semi-open marriage. It’s the best way to explain it, I guess. Nicole will occasionally have a relationship with one person. It’s something we agree on together, and nothing is hidden between us. She’s not cheating, so please don’t think badly of her.”
“What about you?”
“What about me?”
“It just seems one-sided, not really fair, in my opinion. Don’t you get to have a relationship?”
“Uh.” My razor sharp wit abandoned me. “I guess I could. I just haven’t wanted one.”
“Why not?”
“Cassidy,” I said, and shook my head. “No man in his right mind, wants two women in his life. That’s the perfect recipe for a serious ass-kicking…from two women. Believe me, I’m pretty sure they’d team up at some point.”
“Huh.”
“What?”
She looked at me for a moment. “You’re missing out, Nick.”
“Probably. But it works for us.” I motioned with my head. “Let’s take our seats.”
She didn’t move, not a bit, and her eyes narrowed at me a little. “You don’t think I’m attractive, do you?”
“Uh, what?”
“You heard me,” she accused. “That’s why you’ve never…well, responded to me. I used to think it was because you were happily married, and faithful to your wife. Now it sounds like you’re just not attracted to me.”
“How the hell did you draw that conclusion?”
“Is there another explanation?”
“Yes. I love my wife, and I am happily married.” I started to laugh, but the look on her face stopped that reaction cold. “We work together, Cassidy. Have you heard of sexual harassment? Do you honestly think I’d use my position to take advantage of you?”
“No, but-.”
“Do you want your career to be tainted with rumors that you slept your way up the ladder?” I took a deep breath. “I haven’t responded to you, because I freakin’ admire you, and your ability. Don’t turn this into something it’s not. I haven’t rejected you….I’ve respected you!”
“So you are attracted to me!”
“You’ve got to be k**ding me,” I said under my breath, and ran a hand over my face. When I met her eyes, she arched her eyebrow, clearly indicating she expected an answer. “Yes. I’m attracted to you. You’re smart, you’re gorgeous, and you’re freakin’ smile is like a weapon. It disarms me completely, if I stare at it for more than a second.”
Her smile lit up her face, and it was all I could see for several seconds. She slid her arm in mine, and turned us both towards the door. “Now I’m happy. C’mon, let’s take our seats.”
“Wait, we need to get you checked in to the resort. You’ll need a room key.”
“You’ve checked in already, right?”
“Yes,” a smirk appeared on her face, and her eyes twinkled with excitement.
“What am I missing?”
“Cynthia said you should have received two room keys.”
“I did.”
“One of them is for me.” She leaned forward, kissed my cheek softly, and whispered in my ear. “I’m staying with you tonight, Nick.”
What the fuck?

***

“Check the keys,” she said softly.
Fearing the worst, I fished the envelope out and studied the keys carefully. They were the standard card keys, but the room numbers were sequential.
“See,” she pointed to them. “We have adjoining rooms.”
Relief washed over me, but disappointment joined it as well. Cassidy was gorgeous, and spending the night with her wouldn’t be the worst thing that ever happened to me. Of course, Nicole would skin me alive the next day, but who knows, it might be worth it.
“Here’s your key. You’re not funny.”
“I’m hilarious,” she said and handed me her glass of whiskey, so she could put the key in her purse, clutch, handbag…whatever.
“Can we go now?”
“Yes,” she replied, and kissed me on the cheek again.
“What was that for?”
“You’re a good guy, Nick.” Her voice was serious now, and she pressed herself against me. “Now, escort me in there. I’m hungry.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Hmmmm, well trained,” she observed. “I could get used to this kind of treatment.”
We stepped back in the hall, and saw the last remaining people hurrying to their seats. Someone was tapping a spoon against a glass, and they must have had a microphone, because it echoed through the speakers.
“Please. Everyone take your seats. We’re about to begin.”
I held the chair for Cassidy, which earned me another warm smile. As I took my own seat, I nodded at the people sitting with us. None of them were familiar.
Well, at least Cassidy is here. Now I have someone to talk to.
A hand lightly caressed my thigh, and I glanced at Cassidy. She smiling devilishly, but staring intently at the podium. Her hand inched its way up my thigh, and I grabbed the nearest glass of water, and took a large gulp.
In an effort to keep her hand off my cock, I turned slightly in my seat, and faced the head table. A man was speaking at the podium, but my attention was focused on someone else.
My wife.
Nicole was sitting next to David, the guest of honor, at the head table. Like Cassidy, she wasn’t paying attention to the speaker at the podium. Her eyes were focused like laser beams….on me. Her expression was calm, but intense, and even though we’d been married for over two decades, I couldn’t tell what she was thinking. One critical fact was abundantly, and instantly clear to me.
Cynthia had neglected to mention to my quick-tempered wife that Cassidy was going to be here tonight.
I’m so screwed!

***

Remember how I told you I’d tell you about the first month with David? Well it’s that time now. Believe me…you’re welcome.
The dinner at the resort was fairly boring. The food was pedestrian at best, and David’s speech could have put an insomniac to sleep. I didn’t hear a word of it, but I wasn’t sure if it was because Nicole was staring bullets at me, or because Cassidy was determined to stroke my cock under the table.
Either way, I missed most of his speech. Obviously, since I didn’t hear it, I can’t relate it to you, so we’re going back a month. Almost exactly a month, when our relationship with David first started.
Unlike the dinner at the resort, Collin’s restaurant always served an amazing dinner. The chef was absolutely top notch. We’d shared an appetizer, before Nicole sat on his lap, and kissed him. The waiter had come back into the room, and took our order for dinner.
Silence filled the table, as Nicole and David stared at each other hungrily. I cleared my throat, and the two wannabe lovebirds tore their eyes away from each other. A slight blush covered my wife’s cheeks, and she had the good manners to mouth, ‘sorry’.
“David, can you tell us a little more about what you’re looking for in a relationship? Is it a once-in-a-while kind of thing, or something more?”
“Good question. I’d like to see her as often as possible,” he replied immediately. The look on my face must have given him pause, because held up his hand. “As long as it fits with your family plans. I understand you have k**s, and they need to come first.”
“Yes,” she said quietly. “The girls are our first priority.”
“I understand completely, and I’m not looking to hurt your marriage.”
I nodded at him. “Thank you.”
He looked pensive for a moment, and I got the sense he was trying to carefully frame his next question. Finally, he looked over at me.
“I don’t understand what you get out of all this, Nick.”
“Yeah, most guys don’t get it. It’s not something that’s easy to grasp for most guys.” I took a breath, and smiled at my wife. “First, I get a happy wife, and as a married guy, I can tell you that is worth its weight in gold.”
He chuckled, and she smiled at me.
“Second, the emotional high is indescribable, and it’s hugely addictive. Watching my wife, being a participant in her seduction, is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Truthfully, I’ve missed it.”
“See, I don’t get that at all,” he replied. “Your wife is smoking hot. I mean, she turns heads wherever she goes, and you’re okay with sharing her?”
I smiled. “More than okay with it. I enjoy it. I love seeing her happy, seeing her satisfied, in and out of the bedroom.” I leaned forward. “There’s an energy, a sense of exhilaration that can only come from this type of relationship. Believe it or not, it brings us closer together.”
“No way.”
“Way,” Nicole said with a smile. She put her hand on mine. “Nick’s right. It’s something that we both share, and it does bring us together.”
He raised his eyebrows, and motioned vaguely with his hands. “If you say so. I don’t understand it, but I respect your position.”
“Thank you.”
Our good arrived, and we all started eating. There is something about food that is specially prepared in small amounts, by a trained chef. It’s just unbelievable. Unlike the food at the banquet, which was mass produced, lukewarm when it arrived at the table, and poorly seasoned.
Yeah, yeah. I’m a food guy.
As we were finishing our dessert, he turned to Nicole. “May I take you home tonight?”
“Yes,” she replied immediately. “I’d like that.”