08/17/2016 12:24 in slut-wife
Author's note: This story does not contain a lot of sex. That said, it introduces some characters who want a lot of sex -- and might get some in future posts. Thanks to Ladego for his text editing and encourgement. Hoping for some feedback and reader interaction to get an idea about what you all would like to read about in the future. Lastly, thanks to the real life Sarah, who inspired this story!
Gerald Smith © All rights reserved
SPIN THE BOTTLE
It was 3 AM when Gerald received the SMS from his wife, Sarah.
All Gerald knew for sure was that the small fitness supply company Sarah worked for had begun their annual picnic around 12 noon, at a beachfront resort, after which the plan was to have a sauna, followed by a light supper.
In the past, these types of events were normally followed by the group either staying 'planted' at the resort; or, on the other hand, a trip into the downtown area for dancing.
Both options often stretched into the wee hours of the morning, but normally, Sarah was strictly 'offline' during this time, ignoring SMS messages, emails, telephone calls and ESPECIALLY her husband! So, Gerald was immediately intrigued by the early morning text...
OK -- I'll bite
What are you
good, I hope!
Gerald gambled a bit with his answer, both guessing and hoping Sarah was up to something a bit naughty. Erotically speaking, Sarah's core set of fantasies revolved around an escapist fling with another man. During the past several years she and Gerald discovered -- sometimes rather awkwardly -- that Sarah's desire to have an extramarital affair corresponded to a cuckold fantasy that was number one on Gerald's personal hit parade of fantasies. While Sarah wasn't too sure, especially in the beginning, what to think of Gerald's desire to be cuckolded, she highly appreciated -- and gradually realized -- that Gerald's hopes meant she had 'free hands' to do as she pleased, in terms of guys she was attracted to.
Gerald guessed that because of the context, especially the very late hour, Sarah wouldn't be texting him unless she had something rather interesting to communicate. He gulped, his pulse starting to race, as his wife confirmed his hunch.
Gerald's mind raced. He had difficulty imagining several -- or almost any -- of Sarah's colleagues playing 'spin the bottle' - a variant of 'truth or dare'' - even under the wildest circumstances...
'Not replying' was not an option, but his wife involved in a game like this-- and especially her TELLING him about it -- needed an articulate enough answer to get some of the erotic detail (if there was any), but short enough to encourage an answer - or at least keep the lines of communication open.
The first thought that came into his mind was the most obvious: Sarah was simply generating a ruse -- she was probably waiting for a taxi home -- and making up a story that she knew would drive her husband crazy (which was, he had to admit, working rather well...)
But, the only logical option open to Gerald was 'going with the moment' -- whether his wife was pulling his leg or not.
Who are you
Gerald figured that if Sarah had answers to those two questions it would almost immediately establish: 1) Whether or not she was bullshitting him or not and 2) Enough info to hopefully allow for some type of follow-up question.
While Gerald nervously waited for the answer, he convinced himself that this HAD to be some type of fabrication. Sarah had never been very communicative about her flirtations -- especially while they were 'in progress'.
But, on the other hand, as the couple had grown more comfortable with each other's fantasies, Sarah had become increasingly bold about rubbing her desires in Gerald's face, somehow realizing that her behavior -- which would have both infuriated and humiliated most other men -- only drove Gerald crazy with arousal...
A few people
from work and
a few from
out of the
The new information -- about people from another company -- made Sarah's story slightly more credible. Gerald just couldn't picture too many people from Sarah's office engaged in such a potentially racy activity -- in front of each other, anyway. Additionally, her claim that 'nothing much' had happened, seemed fairly realistic, as Gerald guessed that most adults who started a game of 'spin the bottle' didn't normally get all that far... And his wife's message left a good opening for a natural follow-up message:
Gerald realized his pulse was racing, as he eagerly waited for a reply... He remembered that Sarah had packed a pair of tan shorts and a skimpy tank top - an outfit that'd be comfortable both after a sauna and cute on a dance floor.
More importantly, he'd spied the matching blue, white and black-lace-trimmed French push-up bra and thong that he knew would be concealed beneath her casual, sexy clothing! Sarah had only recently purchased that set of lingerie - he hadn't even seen her wear it yet!
Stephanie had to
kiss a guy from
but I could tell
She liked it
Gerald couldn't resist asking:
Gerald had never met Stephanie, but felt like he knew her - a bit, anyway - as Sarah often told stories about her colleagues.
The reply came almost instantly.
Yup! It was
her idea for
play with us
to me - We'll
tell you if the
to you and I
can spin for
you on your
The speed of Sarah's replies again aroused Gerald's suspicions that his wife was fabricating the event. First of all, it just wasn't like Sarah to keep him 'updated' on her 'adventures' - as Gerald called them and second, even if she chose to, it was difficult for Gerald to picture anyone in a game like 'spin the bottle' taking time to send text messages.
On the other hand, the level of detail in the 'story' was much too complicated - unless, of course, Sarah had 'borrowed' the plot from an adult magazine or internet forum...
Won't that put
a damper on
Gerald wasn't sure it was a great idea to underline the fact - albeit subtly - that a married woman ought not be playing ANY form of 'truth or dare', but also thought that since Sarah was 'thoughtful' enough to Inform him of her naughty behavior (or taking the time and imagination to fabricate such a delicious lie), he could also 'play along'
seem to be
to what kind
of guy lets his
wife stay out
I think they
Gerald's cock twitched at the mention of 'Jerry's' name, knowing that her colleague, Jerry, already made it clear to Sarah - and several of their colleagues on previous company social outings - that he lusted after his attractive 'MILF' colleague!
- test my
Now Gerald was fairly sure Sarah was making this up. What she was reporting played into his 'wildest fantasies'
In a way, Gerald didn't want to ruin the illusion that his wife had taken the trouble to conjure up. But he also couldn't resist probing Sarah's bold assertion.
Gerald's imagination was firing on all cylinders! Could it really be true that his gorgeous wife was a) getting into a game of spin the bottle at 3 AM, b) with at least one colleague who'd made his affections for her known - in spite of, or maybe because of - the fact Sarah was a married woman and c) getting HIM involved, at least in a virtual sense?
Before Gerald really had time to process the info necessary for him to deduce whether or not this was 'really' happening, he got an a SMS from an 'unknown' number. Normally Gerald ignored unknown numbers, but normally he didn't get SMS messages at 3:20 AM - while his wife was out on the town, playing 'truth or dare'!
Now Gerald's heart REALLY started pounding! The likelihood that Sarah would go to the trouble of using TWO cell phones, just to arouse him, was next to zero. Gerald poured himself a Scotch and created a contact named
'Stephanie' in his address book, for the new number that went with the SMS. Nervously, he replied.
Stephanie replied instantly.
Spin the bottle!
Thought S told
u. S is busy
Gerald found it surreal to be chatting with someone he didn't know and hoped he could adjust to the communication style used by young people.
Gerald texted back, (even though he guessed the answer.)
let S play
2 kiss him!
Gerald shifted uncomfortably in his easy chair, as his wife's young, female colleague informed him about Jerry's illicit request. Gerald's knowledge that the pretty young woman not only knew Jerry desired Sarah - and was warning him about it - hinted at a potentially humiliating situation, especially coupled with the fact that Jerry had already 'dared' his wife to kiss him!
What made the situation - and Gerald's cock - even harder, was that Stephanie's 'warnings' made it clear she had no idea that Gerald would be helpless in a situation where another guy - especially one Sarah found very attractive - made a play for his wife! Gerald knew a young, attractive woman like Stephanie probably wouldn't understand his subservient behavior, and especially wouldn't understand his desire that she find out about any such decision - to continue to let his wife play the naughty game - because of her preconceived ideas about marriage.
Gerald used ambiguous punctuation that both truly reflected his excitement. AND could be (and probably would be) misinterpreted by Stephanie...
'in front of
in the hallway
(they r still
All Gerald knew for sure was that if Sarah had cooked up the 'act' as stimulating foreplay, he'd 'bought it' hook, line and sinker! It dawned on him that the situation - at least certain aspects of it - might very well be real!
He was wondering how to respond to Stephanie, when a new SMS - this one from his wife - chimed on his phone.
- gotta visit
back in a few
Gerald instantly wondered if Sarah REALLY had to go to the bathroom, or - on the other hand - if 'Andre's' request (the name was completely unfamiliar to him) had to do with her!
His first reaction was to ask Stephanie, but he didn't know her well enough for that... He stewed in his arousal for the next few moments, trying to guess what might be happening...
An incoming text from Sarah made him jump - he anxiously opened the SMS.
Truth or dare?
Gerald suddenly realized all the critical things he didn't know about tonight's game; How many people were playing? How many did he know? Were people sober or plastered? Who was posing him the truth or dare turn?
Gerald gulped, waiting for the reply.
Sarah texted. Not knowing who Andre was, there was realistically only one option Gerald saw:
The question came a few moments later, via Sarah's number.
willing to b
on the TV
Gerald's eyes dilated and his breathing became shallow. He took an uncharacteristically large swallow of his whisky as he typed his answer:
Gerald waited nervously for the next message, guessing - because of the question and the kissing-related dares he knew had already occurred - that the game was on a rather erotic course....
An SMS chimed from a new unknown number. Gerald gulped and tapped on the Icon
Gerald couldn't help wonder how Andre, Sarah and Jerry would interpret the fact that he could not only answer a question like that correctly and whether the question would have follow-on implications... He made an address book entry for Andre, while nervously waiting for what happened next.
An SMS came from Sarah:
The bottle is
Sarah had sent the SMS and wondered - along with several persons in the small group - whether or not Gerald could - or would - probe what she'd been 'up to' during the evening.
Gerald was in fact dying to know just 'how well' Jerry and Sarah had become 'acquainted' in the hallway a few moments ago, but couldn't bring himself to ask a guy - one he'd never met - if he'd been kissing his wife...
So far, the evening was only 'rated PG', and Gerald didn't feel like it was up to him to openly raise the stakes. A new SMS, from Stephanie, required action.
Another text came almost instantly, again, via Stephanie.
Gerald texted Sarah something he was genuinely curious about - something that would give him a hint as to how to continue:
has my wife
A few moments later, new unknown number chimed and a spike of adrenaline shot through Gerald - He was pretty sure he was about to communicate directly with a guy who wanted to seduce his wife! Not only that - a guy who was physically present in a game of spin the bottle/truth or dare with HIS Sarah!
Gerald gingerly tapped the message icon.
quite a LOT
If you want
to know 'what'
of, u have 2
wait till your
GERALD'S MOMENT OF 'TRUTH'
The small group, now gathered in Jerry's apartment, groaned as Jerry read the answer he sent to Gerald.
But Gerald didn't share content of a second SMS that he sent immediately after the first:
I can tell you
tasted it on
when I was
her - She's
Jerry wasn't exactly sure what kind of guy his hot colleague was married to, but he was determined to find out! He'd been out on the town with Sarah enough times now to have become thoroughly mystified about the curvaceous MILF's husband. Jerry knew that if HE was ever lucky enough to marry a woman like Sarah, he - like most guys - would NEVER let her out till all hours of the night, ESPECIALLY with guys like himself!
Jerry experienced a surge of testosterone texting Sarah's husband - giving him fair warning of the type of 'stakes' they were playing for. Jerry figured the worst that could happen was that the guy would blow up, and interfere somehow with the game. But something was giving Jerry a hunch that Sarah's husband would 'back down' at the provocative challenge he'd just sent his colleague's husband...
'If the guy's gonna let his wife out to play, he shouldn't be surprised that someone might want to make serious moves on her,' Jerry figured.
The question was, Jerry concluded, 'Just how far will he let things go? And does he realize just what I'd REALLY like to do with his wife?'
However, Jerry found Sarah equally puzzling. She made no attempts to play down the inconvenient fact she was married. But, at the same time, she hadn't flinched the few times (when, admittedly, he'd been a bit drunk) and 'crossed the line' with her.
He remembered - with particular fondness - a few 'slow dances' where he'd slid the palm of his strong hand confidently below Sarah's muscular, lower back, palming the MILF's deliciously full - and firm - ass! The experience filled him with lust for his married colleague - which he was now determined to build on!
Jerry wasn't at all sure how Stephanie - the only one from their company left in the risqué game - would react to his 'agenda' for Sarah, nor Mandy, another beautiful MILF, not working for their firm, but apparently a close friend of Sarah's. Stephanie, of course might gossip within the company, but it seemed unlikely - wasn't really her style. But Mandy - a mutual friend of Gerald's might spill the beans - always a risk.
But Gerald's participation - via SMS - had been Stephanie's idea anyway - an idea that Mandy also seemed to find quite amusing, Jerry noted. In fact, it almost seemed like Stephanie and Mandy made sure Sarah had downed a few shots of Vodka before bringing up the idea of spin the bottle or Gerald's participation. It was almost like they were all curious about the same thing... 'Just how far was Sarah prepared to go in a game like this?'
One person Jerry wasn't worried about was Andre, a guy from another company who they had all just met tonight, apparently a colleague of Mandy's. Andre had the good sense to stick around and hang with the group as they had begun talking about whether or not to stay put at the beach resort or go out on the town. Most people - from both companies - had gone home at that point... However, Jerry noticed that Andre seemed to 'appreciate the odds' - and circumstances of three attractive- and seemingly available - women!
As Jerry's apartment was walking distance, the small group of five now had ended up there and was now watching Jerry spin the bottle, not knowing that their well-built young friend had just rubbed the fact that he'd been kissing Sarah in her husband's face!
In a different part of the city, Gerald was fit to be tied! He'd never experienced - directly - another man flaunt their desire for - much less illicit actions with -his wife! And, while this first illicit kiss was somewhat discreet, the other participants probably had little doubt as to what occurred... Gerald had never met Jerry, but Sarah - for her part - had also enjoyed making her husband squirm on more than one occasion, relating her 'close encounters' with Jerry.
Gerald was experiencing a 'moment of truth'. If he confronted Jerry - or Sarah - on the alleged kiss, he'd be violating the core logic of the game. And if either Jerry or Sarah reacted negatively, the whole group might no longer find his participation desirable. The whole game could disintegrate. But, on the other hand, if he didn't react to Jerry's boast about kissing his wife, he'd be communicating the fact to Jerry that basically, he was some kind of wimp, implicitly giving him permission to 'do as he pleased', with his wife....
Gerald found himself in a 'catch 22'. In order to continue, he had to say nothing, until asked - within the framework of the game. However, by continuing, he also confirmed - by omission - to Jerry, that Jerry had full permission to continue his course of action concerning his wife, Sarah.
Further, if the game continued on its present course, there was a risk that Stephanie - who had tried to warn Gerald about Jerry - might draw the conclusion that Gerald was not going to interfere with another guy making a move on his wife. Gerald couldn't think of any positive conclusions Stephanie would draw if he didn't interfere, somehow.
Not to mention, the wild card of some guy Gerald had never met, Andre, and the presence of Mandy - a friend of Gerald and Sarah's - whose presence in the surreal game was still unknown to Gerald!
An incoming text arrived on Gerald's phone from Stephanie.
Gerald gulped. Mandy was a mutual friend - a hot one - who knew of Sarah's 'wild side', as she'd been present at a convention when Sarah had let another of their mutual friends make a play -- of sorts -- for her! Once more, Gerald had always suspected that Mandy had a 'wild side' of her own! It'd always aroused Gerald, knowing that an attractive woman like Mandy knew of Sarah's proclivities. And reflecting on Mandy's conclusions about his own situation was a sure-fire source of an erection.
Gerald couldn't resist knowing what Jerry had dared Mandy to do! And Sarah couldn't resist telling him!
In the apartment, Mandy had no problem shucking her blouse, and was now seated, relaxed with her cider, in the cozy group of five, in a lacy, black bra...
Gerald's cock twitched a bit, guessing that Mandy - in a context like this - would have absolutely no problem with the dare. He also guessed that Sarah - true to form - revealed as little information as possible when it suited her purposes. She knew how to play her husband like a violin...
Gerald resisted asking about Mandy, not wanting to jeopardize his participation in the game with any unnecessary communication.
Sarah updated Gerald.
Even though he'd never met Stephanie, the question turned Gerald on - especially when Sarah informed him a few moments later that Sarah admitted she did have a tattoo that none of the group was aware of! Gerald - along with everyone else in the group - immediately guessed one of the 'dares' Sarah was likely to get if she ever opened herself up to that possibility (she didn't seem like the 'daring' type, to Gerald...)
A few moments later, Gerald got a text from Stephanie.
It's my turn,
(I'm in WC)
Want me 2
her and J
Stephanie seemed to be determined to be a 'chaperon' in the game, in Gerald's absence, one that Gerald was pretty sure Sarah - nor Jerry - particularly wanted...
Gerald tried to think of an appropriate answer. One that wouldn't upset the flow of the game... He somehow got off on the fact that this young woman was scrutinizing Sarah's behavior - and projecting her own morality on the situation - assuming that they all shared the same norms, which was not the case.
It was a good idea, Gerald thought, after all maybe Sarah would admit she and Jerry kissed in the hallway... However, Gerald quickly deduced a few moments later that Sarah had confounded Stephanie by requesting a 'dare'.
A few moments later, a text came from Jerry:
U got any
Gerald's erection threatened to tear a hole in his jeans! He firstly was trying to imagine the dare Sarah could've thought up that'd provoke his wife into showing the group a racy picture of herself and secondly, trying to imagine which picture she might've shown them!
One of Gerald's hobbies was photography and Sarah had long been one of his favorite 'subjects'! Gerald knew his wife had access to dozens of attractive boudoir, glamour and pin-up style portraits of herself in all kinds of erotic set-ups and themes!
Gerald couldn't think of a response to Jerry's question that wouldn't give away the fact that he had so many sexy photos of his wife that he literally had no idea how to begin guessing as to the one Sarah had chosen to reveal! Before he could answer Jerry, a text arrived from Stephanie.
A few moments passed, no one informed Gerald what Sarah had dared Andre to do. Gerald anxiously waited. After several minutes, Gerald started wondering if the game had degenerated into something more 'R-rated', or - on the other hand, like most games of spin the bottle, fizzled out.
Actually, the reason he was receiving no communication was because the group in Jerry's apartment had taken a short break to refresh their drinks. The group, especially Sarah, had been hitting the liquid refreshments pretty hard - already having gotten a good head start while playing beach volleyball in the hot sun, then, a few more rounds while in the sauna - which dilated the blood vessels, thus potentiating the effect of the alcohol on the group's fit bodies.
And then a few more rounds during dinner...
By now, the group - as a whole - was thoroughly plastered - well beyond little left of judgment and inhibitions...
To Gerald, it seemed the game had gone on forever, yet to the group in the apartment, the impression was 'the game was only starting...'
The game resumed with Andre spinning the bottle, which pointed squarely at Stephanie, who a few moments later, was showing him - uncharacteristically - her tattoo, albeit behind closed doors.
On Stephanie's spin, the bottle ended up pointing at Jerry, who - in keeping with his character - chose 'dare', hoping to coax the attractive young woman into something daring herself. However, Stephanie - still a bit embarrassed from her recent 'behind the scenes encounter' with Andre - took an easy way out and dared Jerry to show the group the most erotic webpage quickly available in his mobile phone.
The group groaned as Jerry quite willingly obliged, displaying a page from an 'on-demand' XXX website, specializing in the MILF genre!
As Sarah blushed, looking up - more by instinct than anything else - at Jerry, the young bachelor shot her a wink and a grin that made her shade of crimson intensify a shade, as she quickly looked down, lest anyone else in the group misinterpret their exchange of glances!
Gerald didn't want to seem pushy, so he sent his text to Stephanie, hoping she wouldn't broadcast his question to the entire group. She answered quickly.
and it is
Gerald was surprised at Stephanie's concern for his wife's participation in the game.
'But maybe she knows - or sees something I don't,' Gerald couldn't help thinking.
Sarah looked Jerry in the eye and - fully knowing/guessing what was foremost on Jerry's mind - chose the most dangerous path.
"Dare!" Jerry's curvaceous colleague challenged! For some reason, Sarah felt freer tonight than in their past encounters - and definitely hornier! While she'd 'acted' disgusted when Jerry previously goaded her off into the hallway, the truth was that the kiss between them had been amazing! The idea had been in the back of her mind since the volleyball game on the beach that tonight might actually be the night she let herself be seduced. And now that most of the people from her company had headed home - save Stephanie, Andre and Jerry - the threshold for 'letting the evening get a bit out of hand' was much lower.
'After all', Sarah thought, 'It happens to most people once in awhile - why not me - tonight!'
Once again, Sarah found herself appraising Jerry. What she especially needed, she realized where a pair of strong arms like those - a body like that - taking her in a way that just wasn't possible with her own husband. And it helped a lot that he was good-looking, as well, she couldn't help thinking. With these thoughts in mind, she'd made up her mind already - at least on a subconscious level that if the right chance came up tonight - she was going to go with it!
Gerald - across town - waited on pins and needles. He knew he could call and interrupt, fulfilling - in Stephanie's eyes, at least - the role of a husband who'd 'had enough' of his wife's flirtatious and inappropriate behavior.
But he neither wanted to interrupt Sarah's time in the 'danger zone', nor interfere with anything Jerry might have on his mind. Gerald knew that the game - depending on Sarah's choice and Jerry's demand(s) - could become very complicated, very quickly at this point, maybe even leading his wife to a 'one-way' threshold - one that couldn't be 'undone'...
Despite Sarah's urge to interrupt the game, Gerald waited...
TEMPTATION ISLAND: 'FREE FROM DISTRACTIONS ... LIKE HER HUSBAND'
Jerry had the object of his fantasies looking him in the eye. Sarah was in the fortunate (or unfortunate, depending on one's perspective), position of accepting a challenge from him! The younger man couldn't resist pushing the limits, knowing he might not get a chance like this again - not for a long, long time - especially as he'd already talked Mandy into shedding her blouse a few turns ago. He figured peer-pressure - at least to some extent - would be on his side.
"Time for you to lose your top," he said with a mischievous wink, guessing that Sarah wasn't any more modest than Mandy.
Sarah smiled at Jerry sweetly and - without the slightest hesitation - peeled the tight tank-top over her head, which caused wide smiles to break out over Jerry and Andre's faces, now that two of the three attractive women in the room were sitting at the table - in their bras!
Stephanie was a bit nervous now. She'd never been in a game of spin the bottle that'd gone 'this far', and couldn't understand how Mandy and Sarah - both of whom were married - had let themselves get caught up in circumstances where they were both topless - except for the very sexy bras they were wearing!
Jerry and Andre, on the other hand, both considered themselves to be very fortunate! Unlike Stephanie, they both knew Mandy and Sarah to be as confident and in control of things, in general, as they were attractive. And their MILF colleagues were attractive! Both guys sensed that Sarah and Mandy were having a good time, but - because they were both a bit older than either Jerry or Andre and experienced, sexually speaking - their 'window of opportunity for making a move', might actually be a very narrow one. The group dynamic, by a series of fortunate coincidences, fueled by good times and strong drink, was now in an erotically-charged, yet fragile state, one rife with possibilities...
The guys both sensed that now they needed to move to an 'end game', of sorts, fairly quickly, in order to fully exploit the circumstances to their advantage. But both had enough experience with women - and were selfishly confident enough in themselves - that they didn't want to unnecessarily rush things. Especially Andre, the slightly more experienced of the two men, was determined to enjoy himself. To this end, Andre slipped the speaker button to his iPhone to 'silent' mode and - while looking 'as if' he was reading a text message - snapped a surreptitious snapshot of Sarah and Mandy, both seated on a low couch directly across from him!
The photo - which showed the attractive women, seated, relaxed and smiling - clad in nothing but sporty shorts and sexy bras - with Jerry in the background, walking toward them from behind, a fresh bottle of vodka in his hand - was perfect for Andre's purposes. He sent a short MMS to Sarah's husband, of the secret picture and an accompanying text, drawing on the Temptation Island theme he'd earlier used in his question to Gerald.
Neither Andre - nor Jerry - understood how, or why, Sarah's husband was OK with her being out so late - in company like this, in general, nor allowing her participation in a game of 'spin the bottle', in particular! They also both noticed, separately, that Sarah's husband hadn't objected or 'bitten' on the blatant challenges they'd put to this guy.
Andre wondered if receiving an MMS of his married wife in mixed company, clad - from the waist up - in only a bra would draw protests? On the other hand, maybe Sarah's husband was just fine with the situation? Andre found that difficult to comprehend, but his competitive streak somehow drove him to find out, while his better judgment, told him not to broadcast - to the group - the fact that he'd sent the provocative MMS to their 'virtual participant'.
Most importantly, both Andre and Jerry had the distinct sense that while - in some ways - Sarah hadn't minded flirting, in front of her husband, during the beginning of the game - even though it was via SMS - the gorgeous woman wouldn't mind if Gerald now totally evaporated from the picture altogether, so that she could get on with letting the game take it's natural course, free from distractions - like her husband...
Jerry, busy refilling Sarah, Mandy and Stephanie's shot glasses, had arrived at very similar conclusions to his new-found-friend, Andre. Gerald's participation - in the first part of the game - was interesting, but the sight of Sarah's slender torso, and barely constrained tits covered by the tight-fitting sexy bra she'd chosen to wear tonight, was making him think twice about any unnecessary reminders to her - or Mandy, for that matter - that they were married. His main desire now, was to get Sarah alone - somehow - and undress her IRL! He'd had enough of undressing her in his head!
Stephanie, unlike her MILF colleagues, was vacillating between states of reckless abandonment and sheer panic, which were mutually exclusive - and impossible to reconcile. On the one hand, the buzz she was enjoying and relaxed fun she was having with her colleagues and new friends, indicated she should just 'let things go' for the evening. Everyone needed to do that, didn't they? After all, Sarah and Mandy seemed to be having no problems whatsoever with letting the game they'd all begun follow the very naughty course that seemed to be evolving in the small, but neat bachelor pad.
On the other hand, Sarah and Jerry were colleagues. If something happened between them - which seemed very possible - judging by how comfortable Sarah seemed to be - despite the fact that her husband knew - more or less - that his wife was in a bit of a compromising situation, to say the least... Well, it all seemed a bit complicated up till now and didn't show any signs of becoming less so!
However, just then, Stephanie felt a tap on her shoulder and, turning around, accepted a shot glass of vodka from their smiling host. She was by no means any big-drinker and was amazed at how smoothly the chilled Vodka had gone down that evening - it was as if it had no effect at all! Everyone accepted a shot glass from Jerry and settled back into their places around the low coffee table in his living room.
'One more drink. If things get too weird, I can just leave,' Stephanie decided, feeling her attitude swing in the direction of 'letting nature take its' course.'
Gerald - as he opened the MMS photo from Andre - could scarcely believe his eyes! The quality of the cell-phone photo wasn't all that great, but there was no doubt, whatsoever, that both Sarah and their mutual friend, Mandy, were sitting together, on a stylish, black couch - without their shirts on! The photo was a candid, and the girls appeared to be talking with someone else, outside the viewfinder's image. There was a guy that Gerald didn't recognize, in the background, walking toward the couch, with what looked like a bottle of Grey Goose Vodka.
The natural, 'un-posed' quality of the photo made Gerald wonder if Sarah, Mandy and the guy with the bottle were even aware the photo had been taken. Gerald concluded - correctly - that Sarah would probably never agree to be photographed in such circumstances, especially if she knew her husband was going to be sent a copy! On the other hand, there was no denying that it looked as though the small group was enjoying themselves! Gerald wondered if the guy carrying the Vodka was 'Jerry', as the MMS had come from Andre's phone. If it was, Gerald wondered if Jerry knew that Vodka - in some situations - was Sarah's 'Achilles Heel'! More than anything else, the MMS Andre sent to Gerald underlined the fact that the game of 'spin the bottle' was indeed very real. For sure no kind of fabrication on his wife's part!
And with the information he now had, Gerald knew that if he didn't do anything, the game could get out of hand - very quickly! He guessed Sarah had no way of knowing about the humiliating MMS Andre had sent him, rubbing his face in the fact that the guys in the apartment were enjoying a view of his wife that normally he alone should've been privileged to see. In that sense, this evening was a lot like the 'Temptation Island' TV show, which Andre had referred to a couple of times during the evening.
And neither did Sarah know of Stephanie's attempts to warn Gerald that the game was taking a potentially dangerous turn. The presence of Mandy complicated things even further. Both Sarah and Gerald were friends with Mandy. And the fact that Sarah was walking dangerously close to the boundary that separated fidelity and infidelity would not escape her notice. But equally obvious was the fact that Mandy was having 'her own fun' tonight. The two attractive women had obviously suspended the norms of 'real life' for the evening; escaping the 'real world' that made up their respective -- and respectable -- demanding, multifaceted lives...
Gerald's situation was complicated. Everyone in the game knew that Sarah was in a very compromising position - almost certainly the target of a thinly disguised seduction. On top of that, there was Gerald's knowledge that several mutual acquaintances, even a friend - Mandy - were not only fully aware of the situation's impropriety, but equally aware that he knew what was going on - and was thus stepping aside - for another man to potentially make a play for his wife! These circumstances paralyzed Gerald with erotic arousal akin to a slow motion train wreck. There was no way he was going to interfere with his wife's true desires, nor interfere with anyone that tried to tempt her beyond their wedding vows. The fact that others knew - and probably wouldn't understand any better than he did - was not only something he could live with, the humiliation only further aroused him - although he couldn't explain why...
In the apartment, the group paused to raise their glasses in a toast. Each of the participants had a different take on the situation immediately in front of them, but it was one of those magically warm summer nights ... Anything seemed possible, and as the smooth Vodka went down, the participants had high expectations!
On her turn, now, Sarah spun the bottle, and sighed as it pointed squarely at Stephanie. She'd been hoping for the bottle to point at Jerry, so that she might think of a dare that would accelerate events - in private...
"Truth," Stephanie stated, as she had every time the bottle ended up pointing at her during the evening.
Sarah couldn't really think of a question - she liked answering questions - and getting dares - a lot better than thinking them up. An idea flashed in her mind.
"Can you keep a secret? Like 'What's said and done in our game - stays in our game?' " Sarah asked mysteriously.
"Yes!" Stephanie answered quickly, meaning it and wondering what dark secret her colleague was going to try and illicit from her!
"And you're sure that's the truth?" Sarah smiled.
"Yes," Stephanie answered impatiently.
"OK, then, your turn - spin the bottle." Sarah smirked, very pleased with herself for moving through her turn so quickly, while at the same time communicating - in an oblique manner - the expectations she hoped the young woman would respect - whatever happened tonight...
Stephanie spun the bottle and it pointed at Andre, who answered 'Truth' and ended up telling the group - at Stephanie's request - that he 'Most probably would not act like a gentleman if the game continued.' His answer - and the smile he flashed - as he looked around the small living room - made Mandy and Sarah smile. It made Stephanie gulp.
Andre spun and laughed, self-confidently, as the bottle settled on Mandy, who - equally confident - requested a 'dare.'
Andre paused to weigh his words, Sarah and Stephanie wondered if this might be the tipping point in the game - where the stakes were raised a bit...
"I dare you to give me a lap dance," Andre said, letting the explicitly erotic dare hang in the air like a helium balloon...
Stephanie's eyes blinked with alarm. Jerry cleared his throat, admiring their new friend's boldness, but hoping such a potentially blatant request wouldn't scare the girls and kill off the potential the game had - right up to the moment Andre made his play...
"Well OK," Mandy smiled, rising to her feet and confidently tossing her shot of Vodka in the same motion, "But in private."
Mandy held out her hand to Andre and led him across the living room, entered Jerry's bedroom and closed the door!
"So whose turn is it?" Stephanie asked nervously, not quite believing that Andre had asked Mandy to do a lap dance - or that Mandy had agreed!
As the sound of music began thumping behind Jerry's closed bedroom door, Jerry grabbed the bottle and said "My turn," at the same time pointing the bottle directly at Sarah, rather than bothering to spin it!
Jerry sensed that this was a 'use it or lose it' situation. Since Andre took Mandy out of play - for no telling how long - the game's potential, especially since Stephanie was still around, for something really interesting to happen between him and Sarah had just diminished significantly - except if he took decisive action. He guessed that his 'play' would either scare Sarah off, in which case things just weren't meant to be, or - on the other hand - he was finally going to get to fulfill his fantasies and fuck his hot colleague!
"Truth or dare?"
Jerry tried to sound much more confident than he was. Sarah was gorgeous, and forced a moment of pause on most men who were interested in her when even contemplating making a move. Her one weakness may've been her unfailing inability to come to terms with, much less detect, guys who were interested in her, most of whom suffered in silence, lusting from an emotionally safe and highly anonymous distance. That had never been the case with Jerry, though, who had never done anything to disguise his admiration and frankly - lust - for Sarah.
"Dare," Sarah answered excitedly, wishing she had 'super powers' and could make Stephanie vanish.
Stephanie wasn't totally clueless though and realized she was clearly a third-wheel now.
"I gotta early morning guys," Stephanie lied, quickly getting up and moving toward the door.
"You don't have to go," Sarah said rhetorically, her mind screaming 'This's no time to be polite!'
The truth was that Sarah was elated that Stephanie was excusing herself!
Sarah walked to the door with Stephanie, wanting to say something that would rationalize the fact that the reason she was leaving was to give her married colleague some privacy, with a man who wanted to seduce her.
Realizing there was really no way to gloss over what was going on, Sarah simply said, "See you Monday."
The door clicked shut. The thought quickly flashed through Sarah's mind - She should simply grab her coat, purse and blurt out she needed to go as well! Before something happened that shouldn't...
But Stephanie was gone now. And the music - coming from behind Jerry's closed bedroom door - was louder than it had been a few minutes ago...
Sarah took a deep breath and turned around....
As she turned to face Jerry, Sarah's eyes widened with surprise, Jerry was standing in the middle of the living room, wearing a mischievous smile. In his right hand was a scarf from Sarah's sauna bag. One that she'd brought along, in case the evening got chilly.
"Time for your dare," Jerry began. "I need to use the restroom. While I'm in there, please go out on the terrace and wait for me, OK?"
"Not much of a dare," quipped Sarah.
"Your dare is to leave your shorts in here. Once you're on the terrace, blindfold yourself with this," Jerry requested, giving Sarah the lightweight, black and green scarf. "I'll be out in a few minutes."
Sarah walked over to the sliding door that opened to Jerry's terrace. As Jerry lived on the top floor apartment of his building - and because his building was the highest one in his neighborhood, there was no one with a direct view to the terrace. It was late summer and the sun was down. Outside, a warm, balmy, velvet darkness awaited Sarah - if she chose to follow-through with Jerry's dare.
If Sarah slipped her fashionable tan shorts over her full, rounded hips and stepped across the threshold into the warm night air - and waited for her young colleague wearing nothing but her bra and matching thong - and a blindfold - there was no mistaking what would happen next...
Jerry guessed that his dare would be carried out by his adventurous, curvaceous, colleague and walked out of the living room, into the short corridor that led to his bathroom. He walked back into the living room a few moments later. To his satisfaction, he confirmed the living room was indeed empty, that the sliding door to his large terrace was fully opened and that Sarah's tan shorts had been conspicuously left on the stylish hardwood birch floor, immediately in front of the entrance to his oversize, private terrace!
Jerry didn't fully know exactly what to expect as he slowly, but very confidently, sauntered toward the terrace, savoring the anticipation of consummating the evening. But he had correctly deduced that the gorgeous MILF, waiting for him on his terrace, was dying to be fucked - and fucked hard. Jerry didn't understand why Sarah's husband hadn't interfered with the events of the evening that'd led to this moment - why a guy would let his wife get in a situation where this could happen. But he had no problem with helping himself to Gerald's gorgeous wife...
LAST SATURDAY NIGHT...
The night of the truth or dare game had been an 'elephant in Gerald and Sarah's living room' all week. Sarah hadn't come home that night. She'd instead opted to freshen up in Mandy's hotel room, after the pair of svelte beauties left Jerry's apartment around 06:00. Neither of them had stayed out all night in circumstances quite like this before and the two friends shared a lot of laughs, along with several embarrassing silences, as they tried to 'talk about their evening without talking about certain parts of it'. Mandy and Sarah shared a quick breakfast and Mandy checked out, catching a cab to the airport for her flight home. Sarah caught a cab home.
Much to Sarah's relief, she heard Gerald snoring, in his den, as she tried to enter the house as quietly as possible. She guessed he'd fallen asleep in his Barcalounger. Sarah tip-toed past the closed door to the den. The last thing she wanted to do was risk waking Gerald, as he'd undoubtedly be full of anxious questions that she just couldn't deal with right now...
Sarah collapsed, alone into her bed and awakened to the nastiest hangover she'd ever had. She grimaced, knowing she needed to head back into the office ASAP - despite the fact it was the weekend - to prepare an important presentation for early Monday morning.
Her professional schedule - along with Gerald's - had been brutal during the following week. Combined with getting their kids to their hobbies, eating in quick shifts and trying to keep on top of day-to-day household chores, the couple had '0% free time' to discuss 'what happened'.
Sarah knew that Gerald was dying to know what - if anything - had happened after he'd dropped out, or - more precisely - 'had been dropped out' of the steamy game of 'spin the bottle'.
She wasn't at all sure how to broach the topic. If she was honest with herself she would've been perfectly content if she and Gerald never spoke of the game - ever!
Sarah had been against the idea of including Gerald in the game from the beginning. Once Sarah was in 'social mode', especially in mixed company, the truth was that her husband was the furthest thing from her mind. However, Stephanie had been so adamant about including Gerald, even though it'd all started out as a joke... And once the others, especially Mandy and - curiously Jerry - had jumped on the bandwagon, Sarah, against her better judgment, had caved in to her colleague's bizarre request.
Ironically, Sarah knew Gerald would be absolutely thrilled to get a running account of such a potentially steamy situation. In fact, Sarah often wondered why she didn't tease him via phone with erotic tidbits once in awhile - maybe even fabricate them. She'd sometimes thought - usually at times it wasn't possible, that this would potentially be such a low-cost form of foreplay that'd give her husband a quick thrill and glimpse into her highly active erotic imagination... Perhaps better - and even less expensive - than a DVD rental...
Of course, the problem with Jerry's party and the game of 'spin the bottle/truth of dare' was that the game had actually taken an erotic turn that didn't lend itself to 'sharing' with Gerald (or anyone for that matter), at least in Sarah's mind.
Friday evening arrived and, as Gerald unloaded a load of groceries he'd picked up on the way home from work, Sarah noticed that the first thing he did was slip a bottle of her favorite Chilean Chardonnay into the refrigerator. Gerald was obviously in a relaxed mood and had made a point - a couple times during the past few weeks - that he had nothing planned over the weekend and was looking forward to some well-deserved quality time! Sarah knew - in 'Gerald-speak' - that this translated into 'We're going to discuss what happened last Saturday night...'
Gerald, for his part, knew that Sarah dreaded discussing last Saturday night/Sunday morning as intensely as he desired it. He was well aware that this erotic tension - if approached correctly - could lead the couple into a highly aroused state - as long as he kept in mind the fundamental fact that the reasons they both were aroused by what happened were completely different.
This was a delicate balancing act, akin to two persons on a metaphorical tightrope, a tightrope that was unstable because it was anchored to moving points of departure...
Gerald guessed - and hoped - that even though Sarah would gladly pretend last weekend 'didn't exist', her knowledge and 100% certainty that the things which 'did happen' would drive him over the edge with arousal, combined with a nice bottle of wine (to lower her inhibitions, a bit) would allow her to open up.
Gerald was also hopeful about the way Sarah might divulge some of the details. Since the couple had learned of their compatible erotic fantasies, Sarah had undoubtedly become much more comfortable with both making casual references to her interaction with guys who she was interested in - and who were interested in her - and even occasionally slipping the odd disparaging comparison or catty remark that referenced Gerald's inability to compete - in the physical appeal department - with the younger, broad-shouldered, trim athletic types who Sarah liked to fantasize about... Gerald knew that Sarah was basically very uncomfortable with the humiliation dimension of his cuckold fantasy, so he needed to give that topic a wide berth - not pursuing it unless Sarah brought it up first.
Gerald guessed that giving Sarah a few options as to how to broach the topic would work much better than waiting for her to raise the subject - which could potentially result in never discussing 'what happened'.
Gerald cleared his throat as the couple entered the kitchen, following the conclusion of a TV program the family had been watching. Their kids were off to their rooms - to do whatever kids did on Saturday night - and both he and Sarah knew they basically had the rest of the evening to themselves.
"I thought we might have our own little game of truth or dare," Gerald proposed cautiously, trying to set the tone of a relaxed, yet erotic evening, "Or maybe you'd like to chat a bit on the computer? You could relax with a glass of wine, and then maybe we could chat ourselves?"
Sarah didn't reply immediately to either of the first two ideas, so Gerald - a bit nervous about getting off to a stressy start went with an old stand-by of theirs that had worked on a few previous occasions when Sarah related her time in what she called 'the danger zone'.
"You could also show me what happened - maybe role-play a few situations that happened in the game?" Gerald suggested, knowing Sarah loved adventurous sex, but hated verbalizing her feelings.
Gerald had long become used to the fact that the Sarah's mind was highly erotic, but that she felt little or no need to verbalize her thoughts. Sarah, on the other hand had become gradually used to the fact that Gerald often verbalized what he was thinking about during sex. She found this to be tolerable, on occasion but in fact wished her husband could remain content to leave more 'left unsaid', freeing up her imagination to dwell on what she was really thinking about - which was often very different than what Gerald was projecting on the situation.
Still, out of the choices Gerald just offered, a role-play - of sorts - seemed to be the safest route open to Sarah. Because Gerald had actually been involved in the beginning of the game and especially because Mandy - who was a mutual friend - had been present much of the evening, in addition to several people Gerald might eventually meet in the future as they were her colleagues, Sarah concluded that there was no way to avoid the topic, although she wondered just how far she could take the role-play?
She guessed that Gerald would love it if he could simply read her mind and know - exactly - how she felt about the experience she'd shared with her colleagues - especially Jerry - the previous weekend.
"I guess a role-play might be fun," Sarah offered cautiously. Should I dress like I was dressed during the game?"
"Yeah - that'd be great!" Gerald said, trying to keep the beginning of their evening as low key as possible. He poured Sarah a glass of wine, hoping that it might relax his wife.
Sarah took the wine to their bedroom and quickly changed into the clothes she'd been wearing the previous Saturday night. She took a bit of extra time with her make-up, not so much because she'd also done that after last Saturday night's sauna, but because she wanted Gerald to know that he wasn't the only person on earth who saw her after she expended a bit of effort on making herself look attractive for the opposite sex. She knew - from past experience - that it didn't take much to send Gerald's imagination racing, if he actually got a hint that she and some guy had been flirting.
Sarah returned to the living room and saw that Gerald had even gone so far as to put an empty soft drink bottle -- to spin? -- on their coffee table.
"Wow!" Gerald exclaimed, with a genuine look of admiration for his wife, as he topped off Sarah's wine - hoping that its' effects would kick in before too long. "How were the guys dressed - generally? I got to get into my role, you know."
Gerald asked this as he started toward their bedroom, wanting to give Sarah time to relax with her wine a bit more. He was very pleased that she was actually wearing the same tank-top and shorts that he'd seen her leave the house in the previous weekend! And he wondered - and hoped - she was actually wearing the same sexy lingerie underneath!
"T shorts and beach shorts," Sarah reported, not bothering to add how mouth-watering the guys actually were. It'd been even worse when they'd been on the beach, playing volleyball - and the guys had been shirtless! During the actual game, Sarah and Mandy had exchanged several quick winks and politically incorrect remarks about the guys in the group - not really caring that much when they got caught a few times. It was fair as Sarah and Mandy - unlike the younger girls from Sarah's office (who wore swimsuit tops and shorts) were playing in their bikinis - and were being checked out every bit as much by the guys!
Sarah knew that kind of information would drive Gerald wild, but concluded Gerald didn't need to know everything!
Gerald returned a few moments later in a pair of golf shorts and a t-shirt.
"Well, role-playing truth or dare without actually playing truth or dare is a bit challenging," Gerald laughed. "Did the group seem pretty relaxed about it?"
"Yeah," Sarah answered truthfully. "Jerry had some Vodka and we made a rule that if you refused a truth or dare you had to take a shot."
"Hmmmm, without giving too much away - maybe you could role play a few dares you took?" Gerald looked at his wife hopefully, raising his eyebrows in expectation. "Or, of course, we've got a bottle of Vodka I could throw in the freezer?"
Sarah chuckled, "I had a bit too much Vodka last weekend - but it wasn't from refusing dares."
Gerald saw that Sarah definitely had something on her mind. His mind raced 'How the fuck can we role play a game of truth or dare when I don't really know what happened in the beginning of the game?'
"For example?" It was all he could think of without knowing the types of questions that'd been asked or dares that'd been issued.
"Well," Sarah began, "Some things have to be left to the imagination, but maybe there's one dare we could act out," she said, in a sultry voice, rising off the couch and walking toward the entryway by their front door.
"Who am I playing?" Gerald asked hopefully, "And why are we going in here?"
"You're Jerry," Sarah explained. "And you just dared me to give you a kiss."
Gerald's heart began to beat faster. " And the reason we're going in here?"
"I told him I could only negotiate a dare like that in private."
Gerald didn't get a chance to finish the sentence, as Sarah met him, as he turned the corner, with open arms, seizing him in a passionate kiss!
Gerald's wife led with her tongue and furiously probed her husband's mouth, while one hand ran her fingers over Gerald's shoulder, the other firmly gripping his ass!
Gerald reciprocated, amazed at the frantic urgency his wife actually communicated with the kiss. He wondered if she was hoping to short-circuit the role-play by arousing him now (which was starting to work), or - on the other hand - she intended to show him other parts of the game that'd actually happened...
"You let another guy..."
"Shhh, Jerry, the others will hear," Sarah hissed in his ear, trying to get Gerald to use his imagination instead of 'narrating' what she was acting out. Gerald's wife emphasized her stress on imagining what happened, showing her husband - in fact - by resuming the consuming kiss, while wondering 'how much' she'd actually be able to show Gerald...
The act of using another Man's name to emphasize the possibility that his wife had allowed another man to kiss her - like this - made Gerald instantly hard. Just the thought that this might've occurred and that Sarah wanted him to think it occurred, was highly arousing.
"Rejoining the others now," Sarah play-acted, leading her husband back into the living room.
Sarah toyed with the idea of telling Gerald that the rest of he evening was something that was 'best left to the imagination', but sensed that this would bring the evening to a premature halt. She was ready to go into the bedroom now - and make love to her husband. Yet, she knew Gerald craved details about a night of socializing and partying when she never even bothered to return home! She really wondered just how much she could - or should - try and communicate to her husband, about what happened - outside the boundaries of their wedding vows - with Jerry...
The shapely blond, took a sip of her wine and looked at her husband, deciding to torture him a bit - to see how he'd react to her taking the role-play seriously, for at least a few more minutes...
"I can't believe you dared me to take off my shirt, Jerry," Sarah said, seductively peeling off the tight garment and tossing it to her husband. "When you asked Mandy to take hers off, I was almost disappointed - a bit jealous. But I guess when Mandy and Andre disappeared into the bedroom, you were just left with Sarah and me. But then Sarah left... It was just you and I, alone..."
Sarah let her words trail off, reclining like a pin-up model on the sofa - or an actress finishing a monologue...
Gerald gulped. His wife was wearing the same sexy bra that he'd seen in the snapshot sent by Andre. When he got that photo, he knew that the game - like many games of truth or dare - had taken an erotic path. And his wife just confirmed that not only Mandy and another guy ducked into a bedroom, but that also Sarah had left, leaving Jerry and her alone in the living room.
Gerald was cautious about saying anything. For the last several minutes, Sarah had genuinely been 'doing' the role-play. And - as far as he knew - Sarah had been 'showing' him what actually happened!
Sarah drew a deep breath, wondering if she could show her husband...
"But daring me to meet you on the terrace - without even my shorts on - and to blindfold myself? After all, I'm married and my husband - for all we know - is still trying to play in the game," Sarah said in a mock disapproving tone of voice. "You seem awfully confident of yourself. Do you think I'd really do something like that? I guess you'll have to come outside in a few minutes and see - since it's a dare."
Sarah and Gerald had done role-plays many times, but normally talking about events 'as if' they were in 3rd person. The few times either of them had tried to really talk in a role or 'act' had always seemed stilted.
But Sarah was pushing all her husband's buttons - hard - as she visualized the moment when Jerry dared her to shed her shorts, step onto his balcony and blindfold herself. The truth was that she'd never been as aroused or sexually excited in her entire life than the moments following her young colleague casually issuing the outrageous dare.
Sarah remembered, vividly, quickly slipping out of her tan shorts and eagerly stepping across the threshold into the warm, balmy night. She'd tingled - nearly trembled - with excitement as she knotted the blindfold around her head and waited, clad only in skimpy, but very expensive, French bra and panties, for her well-built suitor. She'd been waiting for an encounter like that for years and was more than ready for anything that the next moments - and, as things turned out, hours - would bring...
Tonight, on her own terrace, she'd decided to 'show' Gerald that she had met another man - blindfolded - on a terrace - wearing nothing but lingerie. She hoped her husband would 'keep in character', and refrain from hissing inane, obvious questions about her illicit lover 'doing this' or her 'letting him do that.' Perhaps, after some time passed Sarah would torture Gerald a bit more, revealing more explicit details about what a talented and skillful lover Jerry was.
Sarah toyed with the idea of repeating some of the things she'd said, moaned or screamed last Saturday might - but wondered if Gerald was really ready to know the pleasure another man had visited on her - several times, in several ways... Ways that Gerald simply was not equipped to attempt.
A noise from the direction of their living room signaled Gerald's approach and Sarah tried to relax, guessing that the mere sight of her - like this - would put Gerald well on the way to spending himself...
Sarah decided to let Gerald use his imagination to fill-in-the-blanks about what'd happened last Saturday night. If he managed to stay in character, maybe she'd reward him by letting him know she had a date tomorrow night IRL - with her new lover...