Be Careful What You Wish For: A Cuckold's Story (3 page)

“By inviting someone else into it? That’s your idea?”

“No, it was both of our ideas, remember?
”

He had her there. “I’m sorry I shared that with you. I knew it would come back to bite me.”

“Come on, Liz, at least meet the man. We don’t have to tell him why, just invite him for drinks. I can say we miss him at work and we’d love to have him come back.”

“Do you? Miss him?” Maybe Rick missed him in another way, too.

“Sure. He was a good worker.
I think Mr. Thomas would
take him back in a heartbeat.”

“Why did he quit?”

“He said he got a better job that didn’t require so much manual labor. I couldn’t blame him. Putting up fences around constructions sites and taking them down again is hard work.”

She picked up the photos again and stared at Darrell’s face.
Could this really be happening?
She thought how easy it would be to refuse and keep the status quo. Nothing wrong with it, really. She was comfortable in her marriage. Mostly. But, god, was she bored in bed! Maybe this was her chance.

“Okay, so we’ll have drinks. But that’s all! And don’t tell him why, for god’s sakes. Let me see him and later, we’ll talk. Okay?”

Rick grinned. “Sure! That’s great!” He hugged her, wrinkling one of the photos. She allowed the embrace, but when he pulled back, she found herself straightening out the picture, thinking she might want to use it later, when Rick was at work.

Chapter Two

Rick was thrilled. He went into the boss’s office to talk to him about staffing levels
. He wanted to have a real job for Darrell if he decided he wanted to come back.

“Hi, Mr. Thomas, got a minute?”

“Sure. Come in.” Frank Thomas was a big man who had gone to seed, but he still carried himself like the football player he once had been. He had built the company from the ground up fifteen years ago after working for one of the biggest construction firms in Atlanta. They kept having problems getting reliable companies to erect temporary fences around their construction sites and had to put them up themselves in a few cases
, which only delayed their projects
. He had heard similar complaints from some of the other contractors in town, so he left his company to start a reliable fencing firm. With his reputation and connections, he soon grew the company into
one of the largest in Atlanta
and had plans to keep growing.

Like many Southerners, Thomas was somewhat racist, although he kept his opinions to himself for the most part. Rick had been around him long enough to know his true thoughts.

“I talked to Darrell Johnson recently. You remember him, don’t cha?”

“Oh yeah, the guy in the
PR
pictures. Sure, how’s he doing?”

“He’s got a new job, but I’m not sure he’s happy with it,” he lied. “If I can convince him, do you think you’d have room for him here
again
?”

“
Maybe. He was an OK guy. He knew his place, didn’t talk sass, always showed up on time – not like most of ‘em.
I could use a guy with his experience.
” He paused. “
But didn’t he quit because
he said
the work was too hard?”

“Yeah, but also because you wouldn’t give him a raise.”

“Oh, right. Yeah, I suppose he
had
earned it. I was just in a bad mood
that day
, I think.
” He paused. “You know, we’re expanding into the residential market now.
If he was willing to come back, w
e might be able to give him a more supervisor
ial
role.”

That surprised Rick. “Really?”

“Yeah. We’re growing like gangbusters. We could use all the hard-working guys I can find. You know how
tough
it is to find a guy who can handle working in the sun all day
?
Seems like we’re surrounded by lazy people. I didn’t get the impression that Darrell was one of them.”

“I didn’t either. We should’ve offered him more money.”

“I know. I’ve come to regret that. If you can get him back, offer him a ten percent bump. Between you and me, I’ll go fifteen in six months if he works out.”

“That’d be great! I’m meeting him for drinks later this week, I’ll tell him.”

“Good.”

He called Darrell right away and found him at his new job, working for the city as a garbage
man.

“Hey, it’s Rick Smith, remember me? I was hoping to talk to you,” he said. In the background, he could hear the sounds of a large truck and the clatter of cans.

“Oh, hey, Rick, yeah, sure I remember. Listen, I can’t talk now, can you call me back after three? I’ll be done then.”

“Sure.”

He’d call later and explain Mr. Thomas’ offer and suggest they meet for drinks. Now he just had to see how Liz reacted to Darrell.

They met for drinks that Friday at a bar halfway between their two neighborhoods. Darrell had sounded receptive to listening to Rick’s offer and Rick had casually mentioned that he would be bringing his wife along as well. That seemed to perk up Darrell’s interest.

“I remember her, she came in a
coupla
times. She seemed like a real nice lady
.”

Rick
was pleased he remembered her
.
It bode well for their meeting.

He drove to the bar with Liz. Neither one talked. She was dressed casually
in a long dress
that showed just a hint of cleavage
, as if she was only along for the drinks. He could tell she was nervous. When they pulled up and he shut off the engine, she turned to him and said, “Remember, just business tonight! Don’t say anything else!”

“I got it, I got it,” he said. He would be very interested to read her body language.

They walked in and found Darrell at the bar. He had changed out of his city uniform and had on a blue shirt and jeans. He waved and they made their introductions. Darrell seemed both pleased and puzzled that Liz was along.

“You’re lookin’ mighty fine,
Miz Smith
. I don’t know if you remember me.”

“Oh, sure.
And please, call me Liz.
Your pictures were a big hit for the company.” She blushed slightly and Rick noticed. He thought Darrell did too.

“Come, let’s sit. There’s an empty booth in the corner, where we can talk.”

Darrell followed them and they settled in, Darrell across from the married couple. The waitress came by and they ordered drinks,
shot-and-a-beer
for the men and a white wine for Liz. They made small talk until they came and after a sip, Darrell asked, “So, what’s this all about? Not that I mind meeting you guys – especially you, Liz.”

She blushed again and looked down. Rick smiled. “Uh, well, I was talking to the boss about staffing the other day and how hard it is to find good guys…”

“Hold it right there, Rick,” Darrell interrupted. “I quit because it was killing me. I could handle it all right in the winter, but putting up those damn fences in July and August? I liked to have died!”

Rick nodded in agreement. “That’s right – and I don’t blame you. But we’re growing all the time and Mr. Thomas said he’s looking for some additional supervisors. They’d have to pitch in too, but mostly they’d be making sure the jobs were done right.”

Darrell’s face showed his interest. “You know I’ve got a steady job now. The city even has a pension
plan
.”

“Yeah, but I can’t see you as a garbage man the rest of your life. Can you?”

He grimaced. “
Yeah.
It does kinda suck. The smell clings to ya.
That part I don’t like.
But i
t pays pretty well. The work’s not as hard.”

“Come on, you’re telling me in the summer, you’re not working just as hard as you did with us?”

“
It’s all right
. The cans aren’t that big. Not like lifting poles with concrete attached.
”

“Okay, okay. But Mr. Thomas says if you came back, he’d offer you a ten percent bump in salary now and another five percent in six months. There would be a try-out period, you know, to see how you took on the new duties.”

“Well, that’s interesting, I have to admit. I’ll have to think about it, okay?” He turned to Liz. “I’m sorry to bore you with all this. How about another drink?”

She smiled and held up her glass. “Sure.”

They ordered another round and chatted like old friends. Rick noticed his wife was giving Darrell the once-over and he was doing the same to her. He gave her a look with a raised eyebrow and she offered a tiny nod of her head in return. Rick decided it was time
to lay their cards on the table, despite what she had told him.

“Darrell,” he said, fee
ling the effects of the alcohol, “there’s another reason why Liz is here.”

Liz’s mouth dropped open and she just stared at Rick, unable to believe he might broach the subject right in front of Darrell.
“Rick! No!”

“Liz’s fantasy
is to have a black man and
I’d like to make it happen for her. W
e were wondering if you’d be interested.”

Now it was Darrell’s turn to look surprised. His gaze shifted from Rick to Liz and back again. “You’re kidding, right?”

Rick shook his head and turned to Liz. “Are we kidding?”

Liz was suddenly on the spot. She looked down at the table, her face flushing red. “God, Rick! You’re embarrassing me!
You weren’t supposed to say anything tonight!”

“We both have this fantasy. Well, I mean, they kinda dovetail. Liz likes the whole black-on-white thing and I’d like to see her with another man.” He took a deep breath, amazed at himself for blurting it out like that.

Darrell didn’t say anything for a moment. He stared at Rick, who returned his level gaze, before turning his attention to Liz. She remained head down, her ears pink with embarrassment.

“Liz,” he commanded. “Look at me.”

Her head came up at once and she caught his eyes and blinked and looked away.

“No, look at me,” he said and she obeyed. Rick was impressed. “Tell me about your fantasy.”

“God! I’m so embarrassed! It wasn’t supposed to be like this! I thought we’d talk
it over
, Rick and I.” Her eyes darted around again.

Darrell reached out and found her hand. She seemed to shiver at his touch but she didn’t pull away. Her eyes met his again and stayed there. “
I find you incredibly sexy, Liz. I always did,
” he told her. “And I’m honored that you chose me.”

She bit her lip and tears came to her eyes. “But I’m so fat,” she whispered.

Darrell shook his head. “I’ve seen fat and you’re definitely not it. You’re not even plump. You look wonderful.”

She blushed and gave him a small smile. “Well, thanks.”

He turned to Rick. “You sure about this? I mean, watching another man…”

“I am. I know it may sound weird to you, but it’s always been kind of a turn-on. I can’t explain it.”
He wasn’t about to admit the truth to this man.
He’d find out soon enough.

He smiled.
“No, I know guys like that
.”

“So it’s not just a white-guy thing?”

Darrell laughed. “
I think it’s more common for white guys, because, well, you know
.
”

Rick felt his face grow hot and it was hit turn to stare at the tabletop.
He had practically admitted to his problem!

“
The whole slut-wife thin
g can be pretty darned exciting,
”
Darrell added.

“I’m not a slut,” whispered Liz, looking around as if afraid someone might hear.

He smiled.
“
I’m sorry.
That’s just the term that’s used sometimes. I think more accurate term
s
would be
‘hot wife,’ or
‘wife sharing’.”

“I’m not sure I want to be shared, either! I just…” she seemed at a loss on how to explain it. “I wouldn’t want to get a reputation!”

“Relax, your secret is safe with me.”

“Yes, that would be a key point,” Rick said. “If we pursue this, discretion would be a must.
And you’d have
be, uh, safe
.
”

“Of course.
But for the record, I don’t have any diseases.
And
I don’t kiss and tell, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He returned his gaze to Liz and Rick seemed to fade away. He watched as the heat grew between them.

“Liz,” he said and she looked him directly in the eyes. “I know you’re nervous. But I suspect that you are excited as well. You’re probably wondering what I look like, without my clothes.”

Liz blushed anew and bit her bottom lip.

“I can tell you I don’t think you’ll be disappointed. But we’ll go slow, okay?”

She nodded and glanced at Rick for reassurance. He smiled in return.

“Shall we go?”
the black man
asked.

“Oh, god,” Liz said. “It’s all happening too fast!”

“Why beat around the bush?” Darrell asked her. “Let’s just see where it goes, okay?”

She stared at him and slowly
nodded.

Rick paid the bill and they walked out into the parking lot. Darrell turned to Rick. “If you will allow me,” he said and pulled Liz into his arms.

Rick felt both a thrill of excitement and a flash of jealousy jolt through him. He watched as Darrell bent down and kissed Liz on the lips. She acted shy and embarrassed to be caught kissing this man in front of her husband.

“Darrell! Please!” She tried to pull away.

“Just a test run,” he told her and held her firmly in his arms. “Rick doesn’t mind, do you, Rick?”

“Uh, no,” he
said,
his cock hard
.
He liked
the way Darrell handled his wife and wished he could be so forceful
.
Did that make him a wimp? No, he told himself. He was just making sure his wife was satisfied for once!