Anything You Do, He Can Do

"Stop it!" my wife chided me, again.

"What? It's not my fault you're so fucking hot." I grinned.

"It's your fault what your hands are doing," she replied with a glare in the mirror.

She stood at the dressing table, making final adjustments to her hair before meeting her friend for a drink. She was wearing one of her "going out" dresses and had put her hair up in the way I loved. She looked gorgeous. I couldn't keep my hands off her.

I was sitting on the bed behind her, admiring her juicy bottom, and trying to resist giving it a squeeze or running my hand up her leg underneath her dress again.

I stood up, putting my hands on her hips and looking her in the eye in the mirror. "I want you so much when you're dressed up like this." I gently kissed her neck, making her close her eyes and smile.

She ran her fingers through my hair. "Later, when I come back I'm all yours."

I groaned slightly at the thought of waiting and planted soft kisses up her neck to behind her ear. I pulled her hips back into me so my hardness pressed into her soft bottom.

"Stop," she protested quietly. "You know what happened before. We kept the taxi waiting and ended up paying almost twice as much as normal."

"Worth it." I replied with certainty. The memories of her gasping as I pounded into her. Gloating as I sent her out sloppy and freshly fucked.

"It wasn't for me!" she replied, turning around and pulling herself free. "I got an earful from my friends. Then I spent most of the night trying to hide the wet spot on my dress!"

"But it felt so good. Having you when you look so beautiful, and then knowing you were out there dripping with my cum." I kissed her soft lips. She kissed back for a moment and then pulled free again. I could tell she wanted me. The attention and dirty talk was winding her up.

"Last warning." she stated sternly. "No means no. Otherwise I'll have to teach you a lesson."

"Oh really? How?" I smirked.

A look crossed her face and she grinned evilly. "If you kiss me again, I'm going to let someone else kiss me."

I stood for a moment, baffled. "What?"

"Well, sometimes there are nice men who want to buy me a drink at the bar. Maybe I should accept and give them a little kiss as thanks?" She was taunting me, I knew it, but there was a tone to her voice that worried me.

"You're not actually going to do that, are you?" I said, uncertain.

"I think I might." she replied with a little too much glee. "Ooh, you know what? Anything you've done to me before I go out I could let someone else do with me, couldn't I? A little squeeze during a dance. A few nice little kisses on my neck. A hand up my skirt. Mmm." she smiled with her eyes closed, mockingly imagining it.

"No way! That's not fair." I said, incredulous.

"Fine." she replied, looking at me seriously. "Anything from this point on. OK? Anything else you do to me from now I can let someone else do to me. Is that fair?"

Emotions swirled. How did I feel about this? I wanted to grope and kiss her some more, but did I want another man to do the same?

She was staring at me and without waiting for my reply said "Oh, it seems your hands are still on my hips. Looks like I can have a nice slow dance with someone tonight." and put her arms around my neck to imitate us dancing. She slowly swayed her hips in my hands.

She pulled us closer together as she continued swaying, my hands following her every move. I could feel her soft skin and underwear through the thin fabric of her dress. She looked into my eyes. Her face was tantalisingly close to mine.

"Did you want a little kiss?" she asked, teasingly. I groaned. "Maybe a little one on the cheek?" she offered.

"OK," I smirked. I had nothing against her kissing another man on the cheek.

She turned my head with her hand and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. Then, with my head still turned to the side, she whispered in my ear: "Would you like more? Some kisses? A little squeeze of my boobs? Maybe you'd like me to take your cock out and give it a nice sloppy kiss? You can have anything you want from me," She paused for a moment as a little thrill went up my spine, "as long as someone else can have it too."

"Is that what you want?" I asked her, turning my head to face her again.

She smiled wickedly and instead of answering, pulled my head down until my lips were at her shoulder. I instinctively kissed lightly before my brain caught up, and I realised what I had done.

"Keep going," she encouraged.

It was too late to take it back, so I slowly kissed my way up her neck like before. The thought of another man doing this to her on the dance floor made my hardness twitch and my heart thud.

"Oh, that's nice," she sighed, ruffling my hair again. "I'm going to be so sloppy for you later. I'm already so ready." She pressed herself against me so my hard cock was squeezed between us. "Mmm... I wonder what it will be like to feel another man's cock pressed against me?"

"Hey, I didn't do that." I weakly protested, enjoying the sensation.

"But you haven't stopped me."

We locked eyes as her hand slipped between us. She rubbed her fingers down my shaft, before gripping the head firmly through my jeans. I grunted at the sensation. I should be torn between wanting her to carry on and not wanting her to do this with someone else. But the more I thought about her doing this with someone else, the more turned on I became. I knew it was wrong, but I wanted it at the same time.

Still squeezing my cock and looking into my eyes, so close I could feel her breath, she said "You can touch me too, if you want. Just lift up my skirt and pull my underwear aside. I'm so wet you could just slip your finger inside me. Do you want to feel that? I do. I need it. I need you to touch me." Her begging tone was driving me up the wall.

My hand started to move down her leg to the hem of her dress. I touched her bare leg and began to pull the fabric up. My fingertips reached her underwear and ran along the lacey edge downwards.

Suddenly her phone started ringing. We both knew it was her friend outside in the taxi. Impatient to go before the fare got too high.

Pouting, my wife said, "Time's up." She asked in a plaintive tone "Can I have a goodbye kiss?"

There was a moment of tension between us, then my lips were on hers. The phone ringtone was a distant sound as her warm, soft lips pressed against mine. Her tongue flicked my lips and was quickly joined by mine. We passionately kissed like desperate teenagers. Locked in a tight hug.

She broke the kiss as the phone went silent. "I have to go." she said, a little breathlessly. She grabbed her bag as I stood almost vibrating with sexual frustration.

With a final look over her shoulder at the door, she winked and blew me a kiss. "I'm going to have such a good time. Fuck you later." and was gone.

I watched him through the closing door as he stood there like a tightly wound toy, ready to go, left waiting for someone to release the trigger. His hair was ruffled, his cheeks were red and flustered, the outline of his hard cock on his jeans was clear to see even from here. I wanted to go straight back, push him onto the bed and ride him until tomorrow.

Not yet. I told myself. It's not every day you get a free pass for some heavy petting with whoever takes your fancy. The thought gave me a thrill as I walked to the taxi. The excitement of pushing it further and further with him had made me incredibly pent up. I loved teasing him and building the urgency of our needs.

The reality of what he had given me permission to do slowly sank in. Could I really do it? Kiss a stranger with my husband's blessing? Let him kiss my neck and squeeze my body while my husband waited for me at home? A part of me wanted to go back and find out how much further I could push him. His hand was already making its way to my sex when we were interrupted. Would he really let another man slip his fingers inside me? Could I persuade him to allow more? Did I want to do more with another man?

I cleared these thoughts from my head as I got in the taxi and hugged my friend. It was all fantasy anyway. It was just the two of us this evening. There was no way I was going to ditch her alone in the bar to go snogging random men.

After a few drinks and some dancing together, my friend was already flagging. It had been a hard week for her at work and the stress had been affecting her sleep. She desperately wanted to be out and having fun, but was struggling against the tiredness.

We agreed to have one last drink and head home early. Hubby would be glad to see me back early and I wouldn't be too sad to head back and finally get some release from the nagging tension inside.

At the bar I was just about to pay when a man leant over and put his card on the machine before I could open my purse. He smiled a friendly smile and said "My treat."

I smiled back and thanked him. Automatically I said "I'm sorry but I'm married." and showed him my ring. I don't want to sound smug, but this wasn't the first time something similar had happened.

But this time there was no reproachful glare or pout of disappointment. No well wishes and a slightly wistful, "He's a lucky man." Instead he just smiled a little wider and said "That's fine. I just saw you and thought it would make my evening if I could make you smile your beautiful smile at me. That's all. Cheers." and with that he made his way to go.

"Hang on!" I said, grabbing his arm. He turned back, still smiling, but a little apprehensive. I knew this was the only opportunity I would have. I stood on tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss. The bristles of his short beard felt strange on my lips, so used to my clean shaven or stubbly husband.

"Thank you!" I said, and quickly scuttled off with our drinks. Glancing back I could see him still standing there, looking slightly stunned. As he turned away, the stunned look gave way to a wide smile that made me feel warm inside.

I told my friend about the friendly man, but skipped the part where I kissed him. She smiled a weary smile and told me, "He sounds nice. If you see him again, give him my number. I'll show him how to make me smile," chuckling half-heartedly.

In the end she didn't even finish her drink. I was just starting to tell her about the agreement with my husband when I saw her eyes slowly closing. She was dozing off where she sat, even as I let slip our sordid secrets.

I gave her a gentle shake and a hug and told her "Come on, let's get you to bed." She dozily smiled at me and nodded.

We got to the taxi rank outside. It was so early there wasn't even a queue. I let her get in before me and suddenly stopped. I thought about my husband at home, waiting for me. Then I thought about the nice man in the bar and the pass I had been given for the night. I felt like I was at a fork in the road. Two paths were ahead of me. To go home to my husband; warm, reassuring, safe, and known. Or to go back to the bar; the excitement of the unknown, stolen kisses with a strange man, or maybe disappointment and embarrassment.

I licked my lips and made a decision. One more drink, and then I would go home. If something happened, it happened. If not, no great loss.

"I'm, um..." I fumbled for an excuse. "I'm going to go back. Just for a bit. I saw another friend earlier and I think I might join them for one more drink."

My friend waved me away. "Don't let a tired old lady like me spoil your night. You have fun. See you next time!" and she closed her eyes.

The taxi pulled away. My heart thudded in my chest as I walked back to the bar. What was I thinking? A woman in town late at night on her own. Drinking in a bar with no friend as a safety net. It was a stupid idea.

I reassured myself: Just one quick drink and then home, that's it. No harm done.

Back in the noise and warmth of the bar I suddenly felt vulnerable. I thought of just turning around and getting a taxi home. Then I spotted him heading to the bar. The man with a friendly smile.

I quickly made my way over and smiled at him. I had no idea what to say.

"Oh! Hello again!" he said, grinning brightly. "Can I buy your drinks again? With no expectation, of course." He added quickly and slightly seriously.

"Yes please." I said smiling. "Just one drink this time."

"Oh dear! Has your husband abandoned you?" he asked, not realising I had been there with my friend.

"Kind of," I replied vaguely.

"Well, you're welcome to join us. Though I'm afraid we're just a bunch of boring coworkers talking about the good old days." I found the warmth of his smile and his manner reassuring. Often men came across as sleazy or a little too keen, but he seemed earnest.

"I'd like that." I said, my heart fluttering in my chest. His smile grew ever broader.

I helped him carry the drinks back to the table. He introduced me to his friends with, "This lovely woman has been abandoned here by her husband!" To incredulous protests, and joking offers to find a new one. I made no effort to correct them.

It turned out that they were all there as a kind of reunion. They had all worked at the same office, but had almost all moved away over time. They spent most of the next hour telling increasingly ridiculous stories of what they got up to during their years together, until I wasn't sure I believed them anymore.

One by one they reluctantly made their excuses and left, until it was just me and my new friend.

"One last drink?" he offered. I nodded and joined him at the bar to drink it. We talked and talked about ourselves and funny stories from our past, until there were only a few people left and the lights were turned up.

"Here's my number." He said in a suddenly serious manner. "In case you're abandoned by your awful husband again! No offense to him. I'm sure he's a lovely wife-abandonner."

I copied it into my phone and sent him a selfie of us both pulling silly duck faces, leaving us giggling like schoolchildren.

He walked me to the taxi rank and asked where I was going. "Oh, I don't live far from there. Can I share?"

"Of course! I already owe you four drinks or something. I'll pay for the taxi."

He got in the back of the taxi with me and said "Very nice of you. You pay for your bit and I'll pay for my last little stretch."

I told the taxi driver my address and we set off.

After a few minutes of awkward silence I turned to him in the darkness and said, "Thank you for the drinks, and rescuing me from being on my own." I paused, my heart beating hard in my chest. It was now or never. "Can I give you one more thank you kiss?" I felt his hand on my face in the dark, startling me. Then his lips met mine.

I tasted beer on his tongue as it slipped past my willing lips and met mine. I kissed him deeply, revelling in the taste, the strangeness of his beard against my mouth. I was kissing a man I've just met in the back of a taxi! A little shudder went down my spine and he pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around me.

His hands wandered down my back, reminding me of my husband's wandering hands just a few hours before. With that in mind I broke the kiss and pulled his face down to my neck. His bristles tickled as he kissed and nibbled his way up my shoulder and to my throat, causing me to whimper and wriggle ticklishly in his arms.

One of his hands squeezed my hip and made its way down to grope my bottom in turn. He moved his hand further down, stroking my bare leg. I reached across to his crotch. There was one last thing I wanted to cross off my list.

I quickly found the hard bulge waiting for me. I ran my fingernails over it, causing him to tense and grunt into my neck. I stroked my hand firmly down the length of it, before firmly gripping the head.

He pushed against my hand and grunted again, the noise of his excitement driving me onwards. His hand moved back up my bare leg and found the hem of my dress. Slowly he pushed it up as he nibbled the edge of my ear.

I continued to squeeze and rub his cock through the material, wishing I could release it and feel the warm skin in my hand. To stroke down its length. To straddle him and guide it between my thighs.

His hand had pushed my dress up as far as my underwear and he took a moment to squeeze my bare cheek. His hand moved towards the front of my legs and pushed between my thighs. I realised we were on the cusp of breaking the agreement with my husband.

Should I open my legs and let him touch me? Let him pull my underwear aside and slip his finger inside me like I had begged my husband to?

The taxi stopped and I realised I was already home.

"Time's up." I said. Even more sadly than before.

"Thank you for an amazing taxi ride," he said, kissing me again. "I'll never forget it."

I pulled my dress back down just as the taxi driver turned around for payment. Once that was done I kissed my new friend one last time and got out. As the door closed behind me I heard him tell the driver his destination - on the other side of town!

Before I could say anything the taxi was pulling away, and with one last smiling wave he was gone.

I had been restless all evening. Trying to watch TV, then finding myself uninterested in anything on offer. The same was true of browsing the internet. I tried to read a book, but found my mind wandering to what my wife might be up to, as I sat staring at the same page, unable to focus.

I had a beer and paced for a while. Impatient for her return. Another beer didn't help either.

Eventually I distracted myself by watching some porn. It felt so decadent to use the big screen in the living room. Normally I would surreptitiously watch it on my laptop when she wasn't around. It was an open secret, really. She knew I watched it, but she never had any interest in it herself.

I unzipped as I watched, glugging my third beer. There's no harm in a little play, I told myself. A little edging to keep myself preoccupied until she came home.

After flicking through a few videos I found a compilation of women being felt up in nightclubs and parties. It struck a chord with me. I watched for a few minutes, slowly playing with myself. I quickly found myself nearing the edge and had to stop. The sight of all these women being groped and kissed was too close to home and I struggled to keep myself under control.

I thought of my own wife out there right now and wondered what she was up to.

After letting myself calm down a little, I started slowly playing with myself again. The compilation continued with its steady rotation of women allowing themselves to be fondled or even penetrated in public. In one clip a woman had her skirt scrunched up to her waist and her underwear pulled aside. A man was rubbing her wet sex with his fingers in the same way my wife had begged me to do earlier.

Her face was screwed up and a moment later her body shuddered in orgasm. I imagined my wife shuddering like the woman on the screen. Without warning a wave washed over me and cum spurted out onto the wooden floor in front of me!

Pulse after pulse rushed through me as each string landed on the ground. The release after so much teasing was incredibly intense. My mind was swimming with images of her being groped and fingered as I tensed and grunted.

It took me a moment to collect my thoughts afterwards. My breath was still shaky as I used a couple of tissues to wipe up the mess. My body no longer felt endlessly restless. Peace at last. I laid back on the sofa, watching the video in a half-interested way. My eyes slowly closed themselves.

I heard the door slam and my wife's heels on the hallway floor. With bleary eyes I checked my watch and saw that I had been asleep for hours!

I tried to focus. On the screen in front of me was the finished video, a series of lewd tiles offering more of the same. I quickly looked around for the remote control, searching in vain.

She strode into the room at full pace, barely breaking stride as she reached under her dress and pulled down her underwear, dropping it on the floor as she continued towards me.

"I was just, er-" I stumbled, conscious of how the situation looked.

"Shut up." she stated harshly. And in one motion straddled my lap and kissed me.

I let out an "Mm??" in surprise, followed quickly by a happy grunt as her warm wet sex rubbed over my rapidly hardening cock.

She pulled away from the kiss and stared threateningly into my eyes: "You better have some left for me, or so help me I will find someone who does."

I was confused for a moment, then realised what she meant just as she guided the almost hard head of my cock to her sloppy entrance. With a satisfied sigh she pushed down and I slipped inside her. God she felt so good. The firm grip of her sex as she clenched. The slippery wetness as I slid deep inside her on the next downwards push.

By the third stroke I was already at full hardness, revelling in the sensation of being embedded deep within her.

She pushed hard against my pubic bone. Circling her hips as she ground into me. I slid my hands under her dress and pulled her bare hips down harder. She whimpered as she kissed me again with an urgent passion, as if she was close to finishing already

Within seconds I felt her tense and grip me. She leaned back and closed her eyes, rubbing her clit hard and fast. I thrust upward while gripping her hips in place. Then a moment later I felt the shudders and convulsions of her orgasm. I basked in the feeling of her bucking and writhing on me and around my cock. I watched her face as she gasped and moaned through the waves. She screwed up her eyes at the intensity.

Slowly she came down. A satisfied smile spread on her lips as she gently rocked on my lap. I knew that look and those movements. She wanted to go again but needed a little time to wind back up. In the meantime I sat back and enjoyed the feeling of her sliding up and down my hardness a short way with each rock back and forth.

"Ooh, what have you been watching, you naughty man?" she asked, finally seeing what was on the TV. Without waiting for an answer she picked up the remote from the table behind her and replayed the video. The angle of the sofa meant she was looking at the TV sideways, so I could watch her expressions as woman after woman was willingly groped.

Did she see something familiar? I couldn't tell. She just continued rocking, silently watching.

"Did you have fun too?" I asked, trying not to sound too desperate for details. What had her so pent up she basically jumped on me the moment she got in the door?

"You could say that," she replied with a small shy smile. "There was a nice man who bought me some drinks," she added teasingly. "He was very kind and I felt like he deserved a kiss or two."

"And did you?" I asked, trying not to sound too urgent in my questioning.

"For the first drink I gave him a kiss like this." she said, and kissed me briefly on the lips. She sat back and smiled as she felt my cock tense within her. "Oh you liked that did you?" she grinned evilly. "Then we talked and chatted for a while. And I got a taxi home."

"So just a kiss then?" I asked, somewhere between relieved and disappointed.

"Well, he did buy me a few drinks. And he said he lived not far from us. So I may have given him a few more in the taxi on the way home." she smiled shyly again.

"Show me." I said.

She bent over and kissed me passionately. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and she guided my hands over her body, showing me where his hands had roamed over and under her dress. Describing how he had touched and kissed her. How she had squeezed his cock like mine earlier in the evening. My heart thudded as she finally led my hand down towards her sex. I imagined his fingers roaming under her dress towards her sodden underwear.

She pulled away and said, "And then we got home."

"Did you want him to carry on?" I asked.

"Yes." she said with certainty. "I was so horny. I needed more." She paused and bit her lip, still rocking on my lap. "Iit felt so good to squeeze him. I wanted to pull it out and ride it like I'm riding you now." Her movements were speeding up. Sliding up and down my full length. "I wanted more but I wanted to keep to the agreement."

"And if we had gone further before you left?" I asked, "You would have let him slip his cock inside you?" I pulled down the straps of her dress and bra so I could witness the full beauty of her. Her eyes closed as her breasts bounced with her movements.

I could see her imagining it as she rode me harder and harder. The sound of her body slapping against mine grew louder and faster.

Finally she answered, "Yes."

"Would you let him cum inside you?" I asked, pushing back against her thrusts and rapidly heading towards the edge.

With one last gasp she answered "Yes!" as she pounded down on me, shuddering and whimpering. It was too much for me to hold on any longer and I released deep within her. I could feel my cum filling her and imagined her letting this man do the same.

She bent down and we gripped each other tightly as our bodies convulsed together. Husband and wife, both orgasming as we imagined her letting this stranger cum within her.

The waves eventually slowed but we remained locked in a tight embrace. The slow realisation of what she had done with my permission and what she wanted to do, seeped into my thoughts. My mind was no longer clouded by sex and lust.

Was this what I really wanted? I thought about her lewd taxi activities and my softening cock twitched, still inside her. I heard her chuckle as she squeezed me back. I thought about her sloppy wet sex as she had leapt on my lap. The face she made and how she felt as she came and then came again. I thought about the teasing before and the re-telling of her infidelity.

My cock hardened slightly and as it began to slip out, I thrust upwards, easily re-entering her sloppy cum-filled sex. She pushed down at the same time, meeting my movement with a happy sigh. She was watching the part of the video with the woman who had made me cum earlier. I felt her start to slowly rock again.

Was this really what I wanted every time she went out?

Hell yes.