Free Conflagration by Matthew Lee Page B

merits.”
    I chuckled.
    “Maybe it's just me. Maybe other women don't see things the same way I do. I don't care. All I know is Chris opened my eyes. Chris elevated things to a whole new level.”
    She'd been rhythmically stroking me as she spoke so I adjusted my hips to make it easier to orgasm. She realized what I did and stopped.
    “No you don't, mister. No orgasm for you. You have to save it for tomorrow night. After Chris leaves I'm going to need my handsome husband to ravage me.”
    “I can do both; cumming now and cumming then.”
    “ Ravage . I want you a little crazy.” She lay my penis down on my belly.
    I grumbled and she kissed my balls.
    Her talk about size and having Chris's baby had me churning inside and intensely turned-on but I felt strange saying so. Do Ray and Janet have conversations like this? I made a mental note to call Ray after tomorrow. I figured I'd most likely need some kind of therapy.
    I was useless at work the next day. Tiff and I exchanged a few boring texts about groceries and bills and then just after lunch I received one that said she left work early and heading home to get ready. Her last text said she'd buy condoms, which I had already forgotten again, and reminded me to get in my hiding spot early. I got nothing done. Basically I sat and stared at the clock for five hours. Just before I left work I got a text from her that said she was on her way to the restaurant. Attached to the text was a picture of her pussy, shaved as smooth as a cue ball. I was stiff on the elevator ride down.
    The house smelled of perfume and lotion and held the humidity from her recent hot shower. I wandered through our empty home and tried to hold back the rising tide of adrenaline. This was madness. The corner of a rug was flipped and knew she'd been hurrying for him. On the bathroom mirror was a tiny mark of mascara and I knew she'd looked her best for him. Every little detail drove me crazy.
    On a hunch I went to her nightstand and opened the drawer. Two black square foil packets with the word, Magnum, in gold, written from corner to corner, right on top of her copy of A people's history of the United States, by Howard Zinn.
    This was really happening. I checked on my spot in the closet and tried to figure out what to do until she got home. In the trash I found tags from the new items she'd purchased for tonight. I looked them up on-line. Tiffany was out right now in a sheer rose long sleeved top, black lace push-up bra, extra short ruby mini-skirt and black stiletto pumps with red bottoms. In the den I poured a whiskey and finished it in two gulps.
    Thirty minutes later I sent a text because a husband in Europe would. I asked how her night went and if she was having fun. I asked if anything had happened yet. She did not answer. I changed into slippers, baggy sweat pants, and a loose T-shirt.
    A little after seven I heard our automatic garage door start to lift. So early! They must have skipped dessert. They probably didn't finish dinner. I took time to glance around one last time but I'd been careful.  I quickly settled myself into my hidden throne.
    The connecting door to the garage opened as the big door outside began a trip back down and his and her voices drifted down the hall to me. They laughed and had fun, relaxed and playful. I heard Chris ask where I was and Tiffany said I was out on a date and wouldn't be home until after midnight.
    “That's not enough time,” Chris joked. I heard clothing rustle and then silence and then lips smack. Footsteps echoed down the hall until their feet hit the bedroom carpet.
    “Give me a second,” Tiff asked, heading for the bathroom. At the last second she glanced at my hiding place. I knew she could not see me but I looked her right in the eyes. She was nervous and excited.
    As soon as the bathroom door closed Chris began to undress. His shoes came off and then his socks and shirt. down came his pants, which he dropped in a pile on top of his shoes. He