As he sat down next to her, she felt his leg brush gently against hers, and it sent a ripple of excitement coursing through her body. She glanced hesitantly at the ring finger of his left hand and didn’t see a wedding band, or a tan mark indicating that a ring had been recently removed. That made her feel better. It was okay if she was married, but she didn’t want to have sex with another woman’s husband. That would be counter-productive.
“I’m Janice,” she continued.
“My name’s Jim,” he said. “I’m here in town for an advertising convention over at the Sands Expo.”
“Well, I’m out tonight hoping to be a naughty girl. I want to find someone who’ll help me get revenge on my cheating husband.”
“What kind of revenge?”
“Use your imagination,” she said, smiling mischievously at him. “What better way is there for a wife to get revenge on her husband than by having sex with another man. Of course, I’m looking for a very special man…a man who knows how to please a woman and has the equipment to do it with.”
“Holy cow!” Jim said.
“I bet you didn’t expect to hear that, did you?”
“No, I didn’t. Boy, you get right to the point, don’t you?”
“Why be coy when I know exactly what I want, Jim. The real question is whether or not you’re up to the task?”
They both laughed at the double entendre.
“In that case,” he said, “I’ll be more than happy to offer my unique services.”
“You are such a gentleman.”
They laughed again.
The cocktail server appeared and sat Janice’s glass of wine down on the table in front of her. When Janice asked the server how much was owed, Jim offered to pay for it. He took out his billfold and removed a ten-dollar bill from it, giving the money to the server and telling her to keep the change.
“Would you like anything else, sir?” the server asked.
“No, thank you,” he said.
Once the cocktail server was gone, Janice started talking to Jim about an array of different things to kill time, waiting for her husband to show up so that she could torture him with her blatant act of flirting.
Frank parked near his wife’s red Corvette and waited fifteen minutes before entering the Palms Hotel. He didn’t want Janice to know that he was following her, suspecting that his actions would piss her to no extent. When he felt like enough time had passed, he got out of his SUV and walked into the hotel, making his way to the lobby elevators. He knew where the Ghost Bar was located. He’d been here with some of his girlfriends, and it made him wonder if his wife has chosen the place because of that.
Taking the elevator up the 55th Floor, he got out at the Ghost Bar and looked around to see if he could spot his wife. Since the place wasn’t very busy, it only took him a few seconds before he caught sight of her sitting out on the deck, talking to a man. Hell, they were sitting next to each other, and her leg was rubbing up against the stranger’s.
Once again, Frank didn’t know what to do.
Should he go to the bar, order a Heineken, and ignore the whole situation? Or, should he confront Janice and make a big scene about what she was doing? If he made a scene, hotel security would throw him out. That’s if he was lucky. If he were unlucky, Metro would be called and he’d be arrested for disturbing the peace. Something also told him that if he confronted his wife, he’d be homeless before the night was over.
No, the best thing to do was to sit at the bar and nurse a cold beer. Yeah, keep a low profile and see what his wife was really up to.
Janice saw Frank finally enter the bar and stare at her out on the deck. She could just imagine what was running through his mind as she continued to talk to Jim, rubbing her leg up against his, and letting the tall, handsome stranger know that she wanted to have sex with him. She laid her hand on top of his and listened with interest to the things he talked about. At some point in the conversation, he leaned over and kissed her tenderly on the lips.
It felt good.
“Do you have a room here?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said. “Would you like to go to it?”
She nodded her head.
They both stood up and walked slowly out of the bar to the elevator. Jim had his arm around Janice’s waist. She could feel the side of his body pressing up against hers, and she wondered if he already had an erection in anticipation of what was to come.
She hoped so.
Janice wanted him to be as hard as a rock when he took her.
Frank watched his wife leave the bar with another man and instinctively knew that they were going to the guy’s room to have sex.
His eyes followed them as they got on the elevator and the doors closed.
Now what do I do?
He continued to sit there at the bar for a few more minutes, until his beer was finished, and then he got up and made his way back down to the lobby and outside to the parking lot. He knew that Janice had to return to her car sometime. He’d wait for her in his SUV. That way he could cry his eyes out without other people giving him strange looks and thinking him a total loser.
Once they were inside Jim’s hotel room with the corner light on, he took Janice into his strong arms and kissed her passionately on the lips.
Janice could smell the scent of his cologne and felt the slight growth of beard on his cheek. She could even feel the hardness in the front of his pants, and the size of it was impressive.
Eat your heart out, Frank, she thought happily.
Her body began to respond to thousands of years of evolution as her lips parted during the heated kiss and she felt his tongue slide easily into her mouth. Then, to her surprise, she could feel his erection growing even longer and thicker, and she desperately wanted him inside of her body, penetrating her as deeply as he could, filling her in ways her husband had never been able to do. There was no doubt in her mind that she’d be able to get Jim to take her to higher and higher levels of intense sexual pleasure…levels that Frank had never been able to reach, leaving her unfulfilled and desperately wanting more after each act of intercourse.
Jim’s hands began to slowly meander their way down her back and over her hips and buttocks. There was strength in his touch. Each hand seemed to have a life of its own as it made its way down to her legs, feeling the garter tabs underneath her dress.
“You have stockings on,” Jim said as he broke away from the kiss and took a deep breath. “I love women who wear nylons.”
“Most men do,” she said.
“Are the garters on the inside of your panties or on the outside?”
“The inside,” Janice stated. “That way all you have to do is lift up my dress and then pull my underwear down, and I’m yours for the taking.”
“Your husband is a fool,” Jim said.
“I know, and he’s going to pay for it.”
“And I’m going to make sure that he pays big time,” Jim laughed.
“God, I hope so!”
Jim lifted the hem of Janice’s dress up to her waist and then got down on his knees in front of her so that he could remove her black, laced panties. He kissed the inside of her legs, running the tip of his tongue lightly over her stocking tops and over the warm flesh of her thighs. She moaned out loud with pleasure, and then shuddered as he began to pull her panties down over her legs.
As she stepped out of her underwear, Janice could feel Jim’s mouth and tongue exploring her lower body, and it excited her so much that she could already feel an orgasm of gigantic proportions soaring through her. She placed her hands around his head and held on for dear life, crying out in ecstasy as her whole body began to shake with tremors of intense pleasure.
His tongue had certainly found the right spot.
“Keep doing that!” she moaned, grinding her pelvis against his face, demanding that he please her completely and without reservation. “Yes, baby, yes!”
Another orgasm suddenly gripped Janice within its tight embrace and for a brief moment she felt as if she’d collapse from the sheer intensity of the passion that was being displayed between her and a man whom she’d just met.
Rising to his feet, Jim unexpectedly picked Janice up and carried her over to one of the queen-size beds. This was the moment of no return…a moment that would change her life and open her eyes to a new way of living. He laid her down on the bedspread and then hurriedly removed his jacket. He then unbuckled his belt and unzipped the front of his pants. When Janice finally saw what he had to offer, she silently thanked God for making her wish come true.
Frank glanced at his wristwatch and saw that it was eleven-thirty. His wife had been with the man for over two hours. All kinds of thoughts were going through his mind, not to mention a multitude of emotions that ranged from jealousy and anger to a strange sense of sexual arousal.
The excitement of Janice making love to another man stunned him, and he didn’t know what to make of it. Was it normal for a husband to get turned on at the thought of being cuckolded by his wife?
He didn’t know.
Yet, here he was sitting in the front of his SUV with a boner. He couldn’t help but wonder if Janice had seen something in his personality that even he didn’t realize was there.
Hell, Frank wasn’t a total innocent.
He’d been around the block a few times and knew about marriages in which the wife was the dominant partner and ruled the roost with an iron hand, having the husband turn his paycheck over to her each payday, making him do all the housework, and taking a lover or two on the side with his full knowledge and approval. He knew that Nancy did it with her husband, and Edward apparently worshiped the ground she walked on.
Were there men who really got off on living like that?
Was that what Janice was planning to do to him?
Frank’s mind was flooded with dozens of questions and absolutely no answers. Everything in his mind, however, came to an abrupt halt the moment he saw his wife walking through the parking lot toward her car.
The guy Janice had left the bar with was with her, too.
Frank watched them walk over the Corvette and stand there for a minute talking quietly to each other. Then, Janice was kissing the man, pressing her body up against his as if they were going to get it on right here.
What the devil? Frank thought.
Janice couldn’t believe Jim already had another erection as he pressed his body tightly to hers. God, they’d had sex three different times, and he was still as horny as an old hound dog.
She loved it.
To be desired like this was wonderful.
Most of the time, Frank didn’t even show an interest in her; yet, here was a man who couldn’t seem to get enough of her…who wanted to possess her mind, body, and soul in every imaginable way.
Should she let him take her right here in the parking lot?
Janice knew that Frank’s SUV was parked several cars down and that he was sitting in it, watching them make out like two teenagers with raging hormones. It would serve him right if he saw what a stud Jim really was, but maybe this wasn’t the right time to throw it in his face. He still needed a lot of training before being allowed to watch as another man make love to her.
She broke off the kiss and said, “When will you be in town again?”
Jim looked at her with a loving gaze and ran his index finger gently down the left side of her face. “Maybe in a couple of months,” he said. “I have your telephone number and e-mail address. I’ll let you know the exact date once I get back to New York.”
“I don’t know if I can wait two months,” she said.
“I know what you mean.”
They kissed again, and then Janice unlocked the Corvette and climbed in, rolling down the window on the driver’s side.
“Please, don’t make this a one-night stand,” she said. “I do want to see you again, and I hope you feel the same way about me.”
“I do, Janice.”
“Okay then, I’ll wait to hear from you.”
“I’ll send you an e-mail on Saturday and let you know what’s going on,” he said. “That’s a promise.”
“I’ll look forward to it.”
They waved goodbye, and then Janice pulled out of the parking space and drove around to the front of the hotel. Jim waved once last time, and then headed back into the hotel to get some sleep.
Frank’s eyes followed the tail end of the Corvette as it disappeared around the corner of the hotel. He then shifted his attention to the stranger, who was walking back into the rear entrance of the hotel, wondering if he should hurry home after Janice, or just sit in the parking lot for a while, digesting everything that had happened.
He decided to smoke a cigarette, which would give his wife more than enough time to reach the house. Maybe by the time he left, he would have a clearer understanding of what the future held for him.
The two things he knew for sure is that he loved his wife in his own way and that he didn’t want to be living on the street, asking tourists for change. He could pretty much handle anything, except being destitute. Janice knew that and would use his fear to control him in whatever way she desired.
When Frank got home thirty minutes later and walked upstairs to the master bedroom, he saw Janice standing in front of the mirror on the dresser bureau, combing her hair as if she didn’t have a care in the world. She had on a black silk robe that reached down to her knees. She still had on her black stockings and high heels. His eyes then moved from her to the bed. He saw a pair of steel handcuffs lying on top of the comforter. Next to the cuffs was a small plastic cage of some sort, while next to it were his wife’s panties and a roll of grey electrician’s tape.
He wondered what was up.
“I want you to take off your clothes,” Janice said, staring at him in the mirror. “It’s time to begin your training.”
“Haven’t you done enough tonight?” Frank asked.
She gave him a wicked smile and said, “I haven’t even started, yet, darling.”
“Did you fuck him?”
“What do you think?”
Janice nodded her head and then resumed combing her long hair.
“We had sex three times, Frank,” she said. “Jim gave me more orgasms in one night than you have during the entire course of our marriage. Unlike you, he knows how to please a woman.”
“You don’t know how much of a bitch I can be,” she said, turning around to face him, “but you’re about to learn. Now, take off your clothes. I won’t tell you again.”
“You think I want to have sex with you after you just fucked another man?”
“Actually, I do,” she stated. “But, that’s not going to happen. You won’t be having sex with anyone for a very long time. Remember what I said earlier in the evening about putting you in a chastity device?”
“That’s going to happen in a few more minutes.
“I know,” she said. “You have ten seconds to undress or to leave. The choice is yours, Frank. If you stay, you’ll do exactly as I say. No exceptions. You’re not going to have a free ride any more.”
Frank stared at his wife.
The time of reckoning had arrived.
To stay or leave?
He swallowed hard and then began to undress, knowing that he was going to regret this.
“Good boy,” Janice said.
She walked around to the edge of the bed and sat down. Crossing her stocking-covered legs, she picked up the handcuffs and began to twirl them around on her finger. When her husband was finally naked, she motioned for him to come over to where she was sitting.
“Turn around and put your hands behind your back,” she instructed.
Frank wanted to say something, but instead bit his lip. He did as his wife demanded and felt the cold steel handcuffs being placed around his wrists and then locked in place so that he was now at her mercy.
“Turn around, honey.”
Janice picked up the small cage that was made from hard, durable plastic and looked up at her husband with an evil glint of satisfaction in her eyes.
“This is called a CB-2000,” she said, separating a tiny plastic hoop with a locking extension on it from the top from the actual cage. She grabbed Frank’s penis and pulled him closer. Janice eased his testicles one at a time through the hoop and then his limp penis, causing her husband to cry out in pain as the sharp, pointed edges on the inside of the hoop raked against his skin. “Once I lock the cage to the hoop, you won’t be pulling it off.”
“It hurts,” he said, grimacing with displeasure.
“It’s supposed to hurt, Frank. The sharp points make it nearly impossible for a man to get the cage off, unless he’s willing to suffer a great deal of pain.”
“I don’t like it.”
“Most men don’t,” she said. “But, the wives love the CB-2000. It helps to keep their men faithful and obedient.”
Janice placed the plastic cage over her husband’s penis, creating a very tight fit, and then locked the cage to the hoop, insuring Frank’s chastity.
“You’ll eventually get used to having it on, sweetheart.”
“I doubt it,” Frank said, staring down at the contraption that held his penis prisoner. “How do I go to the bathroom?”
“You can pee through the holes in the front of the cage and then use a piece of tissue to clean yourself. It might work better if you sit down on the toilet when doing it. Anyway, you’ll survive the ordeal.”
“When do I get to have an orgasm?”
“If you’re good, I might allow you one in a month or two.”
“A month or two!”
“But only if you’re good.”
“I can’t go that long without masturbating, Janice.”
“You can, and you will. It’s already been proven that most husbands are more likely to do what their wives want when their orgasms are controlled.”
Janice picked up the pair of black-laced panties lying on the bed, and then stood up in front of Frank. “Open your mouth,” she ordered, bunching the piece of lingerie into a little ball. “You going to suck on these for the rest of the night.”
“Those are the ones you wore tonight, aren’t they?”
“Did that guy wear a condom?”
“He started to put one on,” she said, “but I stopped him.”
“Because I wanted to come home to you with his seed inside of me,” she explained, reaching up and squeezing Frank’s nostrils closed so that he couldn’t breathe through them. “Now, open your mouth nice and wide.”
He shook his head.
Janice smiled patiently at him and waited for the inevitable to happen. When her husband finally opened his mouth to take in a desperate breath of air, she stuffed the silky fabric into his mouth and laughed at the expression on his face. She then tore off a piece of duct tape and placed it over Frank’s mouth so that he couldn’t split the panties out.
“You should be able to taste my lover on them,” she said, leading her husband over to the far corner of the bedroom. “I want you to think about that while I’m sleeping.”
Frank mumbled something that she couldn’t understand.
“I don’t know what you’re saying, but I expect you to stand in this corner all night with your nose up against the wall. And, if you disobey me, I’ll start divorce proceedings tomorrow, and you’ll be living out on the street by the end of the week. Are we clear on this?”
Frank reluctantly nodded his head.
“Good,” she said. “Now, place your nose to the wall and keep it there until l I tell you otherwise.”
He obeyed his wife, feeling humiliated and humbled by what she was doing to him. There was definitely a degree of strength in her that he’d never anticipated. Now, he was going to experience it first hand.
Janice left her husband in the corner and went over to the walk-in closet. She entered the closet and took off her robe, shoes and lingerie. Then, putting on a UNLV nightshirt, she stepped out of the closet, turned off the bedroom light and went to bed, slipping under the covers with a loud sigh of pleasure.
“Meeting Jim tonight was wonderful,” she said to her husband. “He taught me what great sex was really all about, and we’re going to get together again the next time he’s in town. You can think about that, too. Goodnight, darling.”