Elle Makes Her Husband Wait
Elle accepts a dare from her husband just so long as he's willing to pay a high price for fulfilling his dirty fantasy.
Elle's white-on-white dress, with just a hint of gold at her neck, made her look like a Roman noblewoman. They arrived at the over-the-top second wedding reception for a distant college friend, and everyone was in the mood to let loose. It was cool enough that the linen of Elle’s dress clung to her, her nipples pushing against the fabric.
She glanced performatively at her chest, then up at her husband.
"Someone's going to get the wrong idea," she said.
"I think you mean the right idea," he replied. Elle pressed close to him and kissed his cheek.
"Yes, you're right," she whispered into his ear. Then, "I want to cheat on you tonight."
The room was filling with people they vaguely knew—mostly a circle of friends of friends. No one here knew about their arrangement: that her husband liked the idea of a promiscuous wife, or that she was willing to play along with what started as his fantasy.
Elle pulled back and cast a wicked grin at her husband. The tip of her tongue pressed against the sharp edge of her teeth. "I know it turns you on," she said.
Her husband nodded. "I dare you to try."
They split up. Her husband headed to the bar for drinks, while Elle slipped into the crowd of acquaintances. She walked the floor, puzzling out how she'd pull off her plan. After all, it's one thing to want a fling, and quite another to find it. She hoped the dress would be enough; it was designed to turn heads.
"Elle, is that you?" a voice called from a few feet away. She turned, trying to put a name to the man's handsome face. It took a minute, but then she remembered Brian. He'd been liking a suspiciously high number of her Instagram posts.
"Brian, what are you doing here! I didn't know you knew Casey."
Brian was busy noticing her dress. "You look amazing," he said. Elle smiled and thanked him. Brian was carefully balancing a nearly full drink in his hand; a little spilled over the edge.
"Let me help you with that," Elle said and bent forward to take a sip from the rim. Her dress fell forward just enough to give Brian a brief but excellent view of her body beneath the cloth. She raised a hand to the hem of her dress and blushed.
Elle advanced on her target as they flirted over the next few minutes. Eventually, her husband found her in the crowd and watched her place her hand on Brian's wrist. It's always strange for a man to watch his wife be forward with another man. Even though he wanted a promiscuous wife and encouraged her to seek out casual sex, a primal, evolutionary drive still made him want to reclaim his territory.
He watched Elle for a few more moments before deciding to interject and give her one of the two drinks he was holding.
"Thank you! Meet Brian. You won't believe this, but I've had half of his drink since you were gone," Elle said. Elle knew this could have been an awkward moment. Indeed, it could have been the most embarrassed she'd been in months. Brian shook hands with her husband, projecting an image of someone who was definitely not checking out the gorgeous woman between them.
"Would it be terrible if I asked you to get him another?"
Her husband smiled genuinely and said, "Of course, anything you want. You two enjoy yourselves."
The minute her husband turned around, Elle knew she had to pounce.
"So this might sound a little strange, but my husband really likes it when I flirt with handsome men."
Brian's eyes widened, trying to strike a balance between confusion and lust. "You mean like you're swingers?"
"Have you ever heard of a hotwife, or a vixen?"
Of course, Brian had heard of those terms. They were some of the most searched-for words on the internet. It seemed like every man in a committed relationship over the last decade or so had searched for them at one time or another. But it was always different seeing the terms used in the wild instead of on a web browser.
"I have. And you're saying..."
"I want you to make both me and my husband very happy by leaving this party just a little early together."
Brian felt a surge of power fill his cock as a latent fantasy suddenly took hold. It was the opportunity of a lifetime. He'd been watching Elle online with curiosity for months but had never expected more might be a possibility.
"I am 100% interested in seeing where this goes," he said.
Elle was suddenly very wet, being so forward and so successful at the same time. She visualized letting Brian run his hands over her body, to feel the stiffness of his cock as it pressed into her.
"Then come with me," she said, heading out of the conference room towards the hotel lobby. They passed her husband, who was just getting in line for drinks. Just as she and Brian were about to cross the threshold and vanish out of view, Elle grabbed Brian and pressed herself against him.
"I want my husband to know that I'm going to fuck you while he's there getting your drink," she said and pulled him in for a kiss. Brian ran his hands from Elle's ribs down to her hips as she let him explore her body. "Make him jealous."
Elle's husband stood almost slack-jawed at how fast things were happening. It had been less than half an hour since he had dared her to try to cheat. Was it always this easy for her? His cock was stiffening at the sight.
Elle took Brian's hand and led him out into the hallway towards the lobby. Elle's husband felt a little foolish in line as images of this man he had never met running his hands over the woman he married filled his mind. The bartender was dithering with another person's order when he broke out of the line and headed after Elle and her paramour.
He raced towards the bank of elevators. Elle and Brian were only making slow progress through the hotel, and it didn't take long to catch up. The area was empty except for the two of them. When her husband appeared, Elle had already pressed the button for a higher floor. She turned around to greet him, but pressed her backside against Brian's stiff cock.
Brian froze when he saw her husband, unsure what the rules of this moment really were.
"I want you to catch the next elevator, babe," Elle said to the man whose wedding ring she was wearing. She reached out to hit the elevator button again.
Elle was in control of the situation. She wanted her husband to know it.
"Actually, it looks like you forgot to get Brian his drink. So I want you to go back to the party and get him a fresh one." Elle grinned, knowing that her husband would do whatever she wanted right now, even if part of him didn't want to.
The elevator door dinged and started to slide open.
Her husband moved closer as a primal urge to claim his wife impelled him forward.
"Get. him. a. drink.," Elle said, punctuating each word. She pulled Brian into the elevator cabin and kissed him. She pulled Brian's hand up over her breast as the door closed on her husband.
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