White Wife

*** Chapter three

Emily was almost shy at breakfast when Jake came into the kitchen morning. She didn’t look him in the eye as she always did. There wasn’t the usual light greeting.

“What’s with you this morning, beautiful?”

“Nothing, I’m just getting ready for the day.” She said without even turning toward him.

“Well,” Jake asked, “What about last night?”

She cleared her throat and said, “What do you mean, honey?”

“Oh come on Emily. What happened, happened. What was said was said. What we both felt we felt. Don’t pretend it was just a dream.”

She waited a long time before saying anything and then she spoke so softly he could barely hear her. “It wasn’t a dream it was real. I’m afraid, Jake. It seems as if things are spinning out of control. Like it doesn’t really matter how I feel about things.”

“Oh, baby, you’re so wrong. All that matters is how you feel about things. I just see an opportunity that has fallen in our laps. All that I want is for you to be taken to sexual heights that you have never been able to imagine. To do that I need help and I think, if you’re honest with yourself, you’ll agree I need some help. I can’t take you there by myself.”

“I’m so confused I don’t know what to think.”

Jake decided to change the subject, well sort of change the subject when he said, “Baby the team from Oklahoma is in town. Shall I see if I can get tickets for tonight?”

Emily knew that this was more than about going to a basketball game. How she answered might change their lives forever. She could say that she didn’t want to go to the game and that would be the end of it, at least for the moment. Or, she could tell him to see if he could get tickets to the game which they both knew meant more than get tickets to the game.

Jake waited patiently. As he watched her, it was obvious she was agonizing over something that seemed to be so innocent but both knew was not. She chewed on her bottom lip. She took a sip of coffee. She twirled a lock of hair like she did when she was nervous or anxious. It seemed like minutes had passed since he asked her about the game but it was less than that when she said, “Okay, see if you can get tickets.” She said quietly. And then in a voice tinged with a hint of fear she asked. “If you can, I imagine they’ll be in the general admission area across from the Thunderbird bench, right?”

Wow! It seemed to Jake as if being a spectator at a minor league professional basketball game tonight was really like an audition. “Right,” he said

Nothing else was said. Jake left for work with a heart rate that was higher than normal, sweaty palms and a nagging question for himself. Would he regret what he was trying to make happen? Hell, would it even happen? Then, when he realized that ten black ball players, their black coach and his assistants and a young trainer would have a perfect view of his beautiful wife he knew what would happen.

Emily took the kids to school. When she got home she called the Petersens next door and asked Alice if Derrick and Jane could spend the evening at their house until she and Jake returned from the game. Then she started thinking about what to wear to a basketball game. Not just any basketball game but probably the most important one she would ever see.

During the morning break Clyde asked, “So tell me man, did you talk with Emily?”

“Oh yeah, we talked all right. And, guess what, we’re going to the game tonight.”

“No shit man. Does that mean what I think it means?”

“Clyde, I’m not really sure what it means. I’ll know a lot more when I see how Emily is dressed for the game.”

During the day Jake made arrangements for the tickets which were about in the same place as he always sat and very near where Clyde and Liz sat during the first game of the season. He found that he couldn’t eat lunch, his stomach was too upset.

He was surprised when his cell phone rang that afternoon. He was sure that it must be Emily because no one else called him at work. However, when he saw a local number that he didn’t recognize he knew that it wasn’t Emily. “Hello.”

“Hey Jake, it’s Liz Monroe. Is this a bad time?”

“No I’ve got a couple of minutes.”

“That’s good. Listen Jake, Clyde told me that he had talked to you. I was pissed at him when he first told me then, after I thought about it, I was okay with it.” She paused, then continued, “I didn’t want you or Emily to think I’m some big slut.”

“Liz, like I told Clyde, it’s none of our business. What you guys do is your business.”

“Thanks for saying that. Clyde also told me that he suggested that Emily might enjoy doing what I’ve been doing for the last month.”

“Yeah, he did suggest that. I told him that there wasn’t much of a chance that she would.”

“That’s why I called you Jake. This is as much about you as it is her. How would you feel if she did?”

“That’s a great question Liz. I told Clyde at work yesterday that I’ve fantasized about her doing something like that for a couple of years. I thought world war III was going to break out the first time I shared my deepest thoughts with her.”

“I can imagine. Jake, I’ve learned that you’re not so different from lots of married men. Clyde was the same as you. I didn’t think anything would ever come of it and nothing would have had we not gone the season opener. What I wanted to tell you Jake is that the guys are all terrific. They’re gentlemen and know how to treat a lady.” She laughed and said, “maybe I shouldn’t say lady, maybe I should say woman. Anyway, if there’s anything I can do to help let me know. I mean if you want me to call Emily, I will.”

“Maybe that would be a good idea. I’ll admit that thinking about her doing it really turns me on. Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“That’s okay. That’s what we’re talking about, lots of people getting turned on. I get turned on, Clyde gets turned on, the players and the staff, they all get turned on too. I was thinking that Emily might also like to get turned on.”

Jake couldn’t believe it. Here he was talking on the phone with his friend’s pretty wife about fucking a basketball team. “Thanks Liz. Anyway, hold off on calling Emily until at least tomorrow. We’re going to the game tonight. I don’t have any idea what will happen.”

“Okay, I’ll wait. I am going to tell Clyde that he should let the coach know that you’re coming. I would be very surprised if someone doesn’t approach you after the game. Gook luck, Jake. Call me tomorrow unless you work everything out tonight.”

“Oh, I don’t think there’s much chance of that,” said Jake.

Liz gave a sexy laugh and said, “I wouldn’t be so sure about that if I was you. Bye.”

Emily was also busy during the day. However what she was doing didn’t have anything to do with the household. It was all very personal. She went shopping. She had the beautiful nails on her fingers and toes manicured and pedicured which was a rare treat for her.

She started getting ready for the game earlier than she could remember ever getting ready for anything including the prom and her wedding. She soaked in the tub until the water started to get cold and then filled it up with hot water again. She ran the razor over each gorgeous leg very carefully and then, for the first time in her life, she let the blade remove the fine hair that covered the lips of her pussy. After all she reasoned, this is something that Jake had been begging her to do for a year. She went over the sensitive area several times to make sure that there wasn’t a trace of stubble. She trimmed around the fine sparse hair above her cleft and left just a small fleecy triangle that was so light you had to look carefully to see any pubic hair at all.

Jake got home from work a little later than usual. It was almost 6:00. Game time was at 7:35. They would have to leave the house before 7:00 because he had to pick up the tickets at will call and he knew that there would be a line. “I’m home,” he called out.

“Hi honey,” he faintly heard from the bedroom through the closed door. “The kids are next door. They’re eating with the Petersen’s and staying there until we get home. I told Alice we might be late.”

“Okay. We need to leave in about 45 minutes.”

“Not a problem. Come on in and get ready. I’ll be in the bathroom. If you need to use the bathroom use the kid’s. Is that okay?”

“Sure.”

Jake took a pair of tan slacks, a pair of loafers, a button-down collar shirt from his closet and a clean set of carefully folded underwear from his dresser drawer. He carried them into the small bathroom that the kid’s shared that was between their bedrooms. He showered, shaved, changed into his clothes and then waited in the den for Emily.

When she walked through the archway he couldn’t believe what he saw. There was his beautiful wife more beautiful than ever. She was wearing a short floral sun dress that fell to mid thigh with a tiny strap over each shoulder and just a hint of cleavage at the bodice. There sure wasn’t any sign of bra straps but he knew she had bras that didn’t have straps. However, as he looked more closely, it was obvious that she wasn’t wearing any kind of a bra. On her pretty feet were high heel sandals that made her perfect legs even better, if that was possible. Her hair was brushed loose and fell to her shoulders. She didn’t need much makeup but tonight it had been applied to perfection. He could smell the perfume that she almost never wore, only for very, very special times.

“How do I look?” She asked as she twirled around and the hem of her dress rode a few inches up her bare thighs.

“Like a wet dream.”

“Oh you,” she said trying to sound nonchalant.

Jake knew that she was much more nervous than she wanted him to think she was. They seemed to be lost in their private thoughts as he drove to the Civic Center. He was sure that no woman had ever attended a basketball game at the Civic Center dressed like Emily was or who could hold a candle to her incredible looks.

By 7:30 they were seated in their section. The Cavalry, from Ft. Sill, were taking their seats. The Thunderbirds were just finishing their warm up. Both Emily and Jake looked at the team in a different way than ever before. Before tonight, these ten men at the end of the court were players on a team. Tonight, they were men. They were, with the exception of just two, huge black men. Both Emily and Jake noticed shoulders, necks, thighs and asses differently than before, neither the husband nor the wife, paid the slightest attention to how each man played. How he dribbled, dunked, made a lay up, shot from the paint or farther made no difference to either of them this night. Rather, tattoos, feet and hands, lips, noses, eyes and hair – long braided Rastafarian or dread lock style or totally shaved – had much more meaning than how they were playing.

Both teams huddled and received their instructions from their coaches. A ref blew his whistle and the two teams assembled around the circle in the middle of the court. The basketball was tossed into the air by a ref in a black and white stripped shirt. The game was on.

Neither Emily nor Jake paid a lot of attention to the action on the floor. It was the action on the bench that was of interest to both of them. Sure enough, almost the minute the game began they noticed players pointing in their direction and talking amongst themselves. When a player was relieved and took his seat on the bench, almost immediately another player would talk with him and point to the general admission section bleacher section across the court.

“So Emily, what do you think of the team?”

“Oh, I like the game,” she answered.

“I didn’t ask you about the game, I asked you about the team.”

Emily turned a shade of red. “I know what you asked me. I guess the team is, oh well, this is difficult, I guess the team is what should I say?” She seemed to be trying to find exactly the right word. “I would have to say the team’s impressive.”

“Yeah, that’s what I think too. Have you noticed them looking at you? Have you seen them point?”

“Oh, this is embarrassing me. But, yes I’ve seen them point and look this way.”

“How does that make you feel?” Jake wanted to know. After all, he had arranged to have her displayed. Interestingly, only he, Emily, the team and Clyde among the two thousand people in the auditorium knew what was going on. Everyone else was oblivious to the pointing and whispering on the bench.

“I’m not sure. Nervous and wanted I guess.”

“You’ve got it baby. They want you, they all want you.”

“Look, Jake, maybe we’re just imagining things. Let’s just watch the game, Okay?”

Not much more was said. Jake frankly expected Clyde to approach them during the halftime but he avoided them. He hadn’t even looked their way during the first half although he certainly knew they were there. Like two nights before, Jake had a hot dog and a Coors. Emily a hot dog and a coke sitting at the same small table Clyde and Jake had sat at.

During the second half it seemed as if the pointing and chatting on the bench actually increased. Jake was amazed that two of the players after pointing at them actually high fived each other and seemed to chuckle. Finally, the whistle blew and the game was over.

Both Emily and Jake’s hearts were pounding in their chests. It seemed like they were walking in slow motion as they walked down the concrete stairs to the concourse level and headed toward the exit being swept along in a river of people. Before they got to the exit, a young man with unruly red hair came up behind Jake and tapped him on the shoulder. Very politely he said, “May I have a word with you?”

Jake turned and looked at the smiling young man and said, “What can I do for you?”

“Let’s go over here and sit down where we can have some privacy. It’s not what you can do for me. Oh, I guess it is. But, it is also what can I do for you?” He smiled at Emily who seemed as if she were about to pass out.

“I’m Brad,” he said while reaching out to shake their hands.

“We’re Jake and Emily.”

“Jake, I think we have a mutual friend named Clyde. Clyde is one of our special supporters.”

“Yeah, I know Clyde,” said Jake.

“Clyde tells me that you and he had a long conversation at halftime during the Albany game.”

“We did talk that night,” said Jake.

“Well, let me get right to the point. I’ve never ever seen our team as excited as they were tonight. I’m not sure anyone was paying a bit of attention to the game. I don’t even see how we won. All they cared about was the beautiful blond lady with the gorgeous long legs sitting in the stands across the court. That’s you Emily. You’ve got a fan club. I can say that.”

Emily looked down at her lap as Jake said, “Thanks, Brad. She is very special.”

“When Clyde told me that he had talked with you. And earlier tonight before the game that you might come I could hardly believe it. Well, here you are.”

“Here we are,” said Jake with a nervous smile.

“So Jake how are you with the arrangement that we have with Liz and Clyde?”

“That’s not any of my business. What you and they do is your business.”

“That’s not what I mean. I mean how would you feel if Emily were to do what Liz does?”

There. It was out in the open. The young man had just asked him how he would feel if Emily fucked the team. He glanced at his wife who wasn’t making eye contact with either of them and then back to the young trainer with freckles on his nose and cheeks and said, “That’s up to Emily. She’s a big girl, she can do anything she wants to and I’ll support her.”

“Hey man, that’s great.” Brad said with enthusiasm. “Okay then Emily, let me ask you. How would you feel about the team getting to know you better? There’s only a few more weeks left of the season and we sure want them to be happy. How would you feel?”

Emily slowly brought her gaze up until she looked at the young man. “The truth is I don’t know. I’m just a housewife and a mother. About the most exciting thing I do during the week is to take out the garbage. I’m not a child and I know what you’re asking but I don’t have a great answer for you.”

“Hey that’s okay. The fact is you’re here. And, your husband has just said that it’s okay with him if it’s okay with you. You can’t do much better than that if you ask me. Speaking for the team, we would sure like to get to know you a lot better before the season ends.”

“How does this work?” Emily wanted to know. “It sure seems awkward to me.”

Jake couldn’t have been more surprised by her question.

“Actually, it works very well. Each guy shares a room with another player and often they share Liz as well. Sometimes after a game we get together in the coach’s apartment which has a big living room and two bedrooms. One of the bedrooms is his office. We call those times party nights. Anything can happen and usually does.”

“How many women are there at party nights?” Emily wondered.

“Usually just one.”

Emily was obviously flustered. But neither Jake nor Brad knew that she was also about to explode because she was so horny. She had been watching the players. She had been imagining what they could do to her and what she could do to them. She looked at Jake and asked, “Okay, honey where do we go from here?”

Jake couldn’t believe his ears. He was sure that like Clyde and Liz, Brad would ask them to think things over and give him a call. Then, in a day or two or when the team was back in town something might be arranged. “What do you mean, Emily?”

“What do you think we should do about Brad’s suggestion?” Emily asked him nervously after she cleared her throat so she could speak.

“That’s up to you baby.”

Brad couldn’t believe his good luck. He watched the beautiful young wife cross and re cross her legs. Her skin looked flushed to him. He saw her fidget in the chair and realized that she was smoldering although he hadn’t sensed it until then. “Look. It will take about half an hour for everyone to get back to the apartment. Why don’t you guys drive over and meet the players and the staff and we’ll take it from there and see what happens. We can order some pizzas and a keg.”

“What do you think baby?” Jake asked Emily.

“I don’t know. I’ll have to think about it.” She said almost timidly.

“Hey,” said Brad with a laugh, “we’re just talking about pizza, beer and getting to know each other. That’s all.”

Sure, Jake thought to himself. It’s the getting to know each other that’s the issue. He was sure it would be the issue that would make Emily want to head straight home but he was wrong.

She thought about what Brad had said for a minute and said softly, “I guess that would be okay.”

They both realized and so did Brad that she wasn’t agreeing to come over to the apartment and meet the players. She was agreeing to come over to the apartment and fuck the players. The only question was how many and for how long.

“Hey, that’s just great guys. I’ll tell everyone you’re coming. Liz won’t be there tonight, wrong time of the month for her. Hope it’s not for you Emily.”

She turned forty shades of red before saying, “No it’s not a wrong time of the month for me.”

Shit, thought Jake. I can’t believe that my wife who has called me a pervert at least a hundred times because I want to watch her fuck a guy just told a stranger that she’s not having her period and she just agreed to meet the minor league basketball team at its apartment building.

“Wonderful, wonderful,” said Brad. “Jake I don’t know if you know where the apartment building is but I can give you the address and directions if that’s okay?”

“Please.” said Jake.

“We’re at the intersection of Chambers and Dawson. Do you know where that is?”

“Yeah, I know that area.”

“The building is called the Heartland Apartments. Just drive around to the back and find a spot to park. I’ll be looking for you. See you in about thirty,” Brad said as he left the couple.