Free Conflagration by Matthew Lee Page A

answering and I know she saw it. My stomach flipped and flopped all over the place. I squared my shoulders and took a deep breath and I told her it did. She walked up to me and took both my hands, gazed deeply into my eyes.
    “Then I'm meeting him for dinner tomorrow after work and bringing him back here. We should get home around eight but you should be ready before that in case we cut dinner short. I can't believe this is really happening, David. I won't believe it until it actually starts to happen. I'm so nervous. Are you, Baby?”
    “Incredibly. I can't believe this is really happening either. I have a million emotions raging. I couldn't possibly sort them out.”
    We stood in the kitchen silently for a bit and then Tiffany announced we should prep the house. I agreed and we got to work. Soon we had a box of every picture she was in or every knickknack a wife would have. We turned our home into a bachelor pad, right down to a T-shirt tossed over a chair and some socks on the floor. Unless Chris dug through the closet he'd have no idea.
    In the master bedroom and bathroom, we spent a little more time because there was more to hide. Then we turned our attention to my hiding spot in the closet. We cleared a space for me and tucked a tall kitchen stool inside so I'd have a place to sit, we adjusted some of the full-length mirrors around the room so I'd see them from every angle. At times our work seemed surreal; we created a porn set in our bedroom for a feature staring my wife and her hung lover. By the time we finished we were both freaked out and turned on.
    We hadn't had sex for a few days so I gathered her in my arms and suggested a shower. she held my hand and took one step towards the bathroom before stopping.
    “No.” she whispered, her mind someplace else.
    I looked down at her.
    “No,” she said again, louder. “If we shower we'll have sex. I want to be unspoiled. I want to be as fresh as possible for him.” She looked up at me. “By the time Chris leaves tomorrow night you'll be a wild man and I like that idea. You go shower first. Alone.”
    Evil. Evil, mean, and twisted.
    Later that night as we got ready for bed I asked her something that had been on my mind. I'd been snipped years ago so we never talked or even thought anymore about it.  
    “Honey, I don't want to be the rain on the parade but what about birth control?”
    “Oh. Shit.”
    “Exactly.”
    “That would be exceedingly bad.”
    “Happy to hear you say it.”
    She laughed and snuggled up under my chin. “Aw, Baby, don't you want a little Chris junior running around? Just think how beautiful my baby with him would be.”
    She teased and tried to playfully irritate me but my reaction shocked us both. My penis swelled like a balloon, and fast. I was already half-mast. By the time she finished speaking I was rock hard. We stared at my dick, bewildered.
    “Honey? David?”
    “Fuck if I know, Love. I'm as surprised as you are.”
    She kept her eyes on my erection as she changed from curiosity to want.
    I heard her murmur, “What is it about the big ones?” before wrapping her fingers around my shaft and starting a slow stroke. She looked at my penis like it was the first she'd seen. She aimed me straight up.
    “You're lovely.”
    “Thank you.”
    She held her other hand flat about four inches above the head. “Chris comes to about here.” She opened her grip around my shaft wider and wider, then judged the distance until she had it just right. “And he's about that much thicker.”
    “You like that about him.” I was a hot dog inside a pipe.
    “I really do. I've been with very few men; you were easily the biggest. I thought you were probably as big as they got. I love these things. They cast a spell on me. Seriously, David, his mesmerized me. Cocks are the ultimate masculine object. A woman and her body seem to all flow together but a man and his penis seem like two separate things; each needs to be judged on its own