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possible and I reveled in the looks she’d get from other men. She told me she would dress up for me, because she knew how much I liked it, but I saw a spark in her. I knew she liked the attention as much as I like seeing her get it. If only there was a way to take it to the next level. Sometimes I’d excuse myself to the bathroom and take my time coming back, knowing that if I left Dana alone at a bar she would be hit on. We always fucked like rabbits when we came home from one of those date nights. And one of those nights, it all came out.
    Dana and I went out to dinner and then to see a cover band at a local bar. She wore a tight little tank dress that made her curves stand out. I pulled my old trick of leaving her alone at the bar, but this time I waited in the crowd longer than usual. I saw a big guy flirting with her and Dana seemed to be really into it. Something in her eyes made me hang back to see what would happen. He touched my wife, casually of course, and she touched back the way a woman does when she’s interested. But it didn’t go beyond that. Dana is not a cheater. I returned and she acted like nothing had happened. But when we got home that night we ended up fucking in the living room, as soon as the babysitter was out the door.
    She teased me with how men had been looking at her, the way she always did. Dana knew exactly what I liked. At least the tame version of it. But then she carried things further and told me about the guy in the bar and how she felt him getting hard when he pressed against her. It struck a chord. I couldn’t help myself. I asked if he was big, if she wanted to see it. She hesitated, then told me he felt big, but it was hard to tell through jeans. Was she trying to save my ego? She needn’t have bothered. I asked if she wanted to know how big it was. There was something in her voice that told me she’d crossed a personal line, but she kept going. Dana told me yes, she wanted to know. And then she asked that fateful question, Should I have gone with him? I couldn’t help answering truthfully. My mind had already raced ahead to what would happen next. I told her, yes!
    What followed was the most intense sex we’d ever had until then. It surpassed that night after her threesome with Shane and Lisa by a mile. While we fucked there in the living room, Dana teased me without holding back, like she was reading my mind.
    “Do you want me to take it out for him?” she asked excitedly.
    “Yeah, grab it, hon,” I moaned.
    “Mmm, it’s even bigger than I thought. What should I do with it, Dave?”
    “You know what you want to do.”
    “What?” She was making me tell her.
    “Suck it, Dana. Suck his goddam dick,” I growled. There it was. I said it. It was out there. And amazingly, it didn’t stop my wife. She kept right on going.
    “I can’t believe I’m doing this. It’s so wrong.”
    “God, Dana, do it. You know you want to,” I ordered. I could see it. I could see my sweet Dana in the front seat of some car, sucking off some strange man.
    “I can’t believe I’m doing this. It’s so wrong,” she moaned.
    “God, Dana, do it. You know you want to.”
    I saw her excitement. I saw it wasn’t just for me. Dana was just as excited by this fantasy as I was. In that moment, she wanted to suck that guy’s cock. I held her and bounced her up and down on my cock.
    “I’m doing it, baby. I’m sucking him. It’s so good. Mmm, I don’t want to stop,” I cooed.
    “Don’t stop. Suck him. You’re so fucking hot right now, Dana. Suck it until he comes,” I demanded.
    “Mmm, I think he’s close. He’s holding my hair, forcing me down on it.”
    “Suck it! Suck it! Christ, Dana, don’t stop!”
    It was too much for me. Dana came a fraction of a second before I did. I came and it felt like I emptied out my entire being into her. I was a husk. I had been laid bare and all I could do was wait and see how she would react. It was one thing to go with it in the heat of the