Hummingbird

More cuckoldry and adultery. If that's not your jam, please skip to another story, thanks!

Matthew texted Linda while they were on the road. He was running late, he told her, stuff at work he needed to finish up, since he was taking Monday off to spend with her. He was sorry, he'd be there as soon as he could. She was holding Patrick's hand and she gave it a squeeze while she was dictating her reply to her phone, telling Matthew it was no problem, he should drive safely, she would see him when he arrived. Then she put her phone away and pulled her feet up on the seat in front of her.

"I'm so wet," she told Patrick.

He glanced at her from the driver's seat. She was staring out the window at the trees rushing by. She turned her head and smiled at him, then gave his hand another squeeze.

"We're going to do it," she said. She paused. "Me and him... I'm so ready. I wanted to fuck him three weeks ago when I first met him but I had this getaway planned and I knew I had to save him for this. God. Just hearing his name gives me butterflies." She laughed. "As well as other sensations. Further down."

Patrick didn't reply. She touched his arm. "You doing okay?" she asked.

He gave her a somewhat crooked grin. "Yeah," he said. "I think so."

She ran her fingers down his arm. "Tell me," she said softly.

He laughed. "What's to say? I mean, here we are, here I am, delivering you to this guy... we're going to spend the weekend with me playing butler to the two of you while you... have sex."

"Not butler," she said. "Cuckold."

He shot her a glance. "Okay," he said. "Cuckold."

"It's not an entirely new experience," she observed. "We're celebrating our one year anniversary as a cuckold couple."

"Yeah," he said. "But it still feels different. I've never been this close when you actually did it, not since..."

"Justin," she said.

"Yeah," he said. "And that wasn't easy either."

She pondered. "Is it because you won't be able to have sex with me? Or masturbate?"

He shook his head. "Nah... well partly, I don't know. It's the whole thing. I feel out of my depth."

"I know," she said. "It's new. For both of us." She paused. "Like I said before. It's the next step in our relationship. Change is difficult."

He laughed. "Yeah but at least you get laid," he said.

"Yeah," she said. She stroked his arm again. "Tell you what," she said. "We'll loosen up on the rules. You get to jack off and have two orgasms this weekend at times of your choosing."

He glanced over at her. "You're much too kind," he drawled.

"I'm serious," she said. "I think it will help. It's fair that you should have some release."

He grunted. "Probably," he admitted. "But... it's the whole thing. It's... I don't know." He shrugged. "I just don't know. You know?"

She patted his arm. "Try not to worry," she said. "It's going to turn out fine, you'll see." She paused. "You always said you like it when I enjoy myself," she added.

He darted a look at her. "You know that I do," he said. "I love hearing about it, love when you... get off. I'm not totally sure why this feels so different."

"Maybe I'm talking about it too much," she mused. "Making you feel... I don't know. Inadequate or something."

"Inadequate?" He was indignant.

"Well, maybe jealous then." She patted his arm again. "I'm sorry," she said. "I don't mean to overshare."

"Like saying how wet you are?"

She laughed uncertainly. "Yeah, like that. Was that too much?"

"Nah," he said. "I think I just need to get used to things. You're right. It's going to be a great weekend." He paused. "I'm really looking forward to it," he added.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," he said. "The things you were talking about before. The big bathtub, helping you get ready." He paused. "I do like that," he said. "Being there while you get ready, thinking about what you're going to do next."

She smiled. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," he said. "It's really hot to think about, you naked in the tub, me... soaping your back, I don't know. Both of us thinking about you going into the other room, him undoing your robe and running his hands over your body..."

"Now I'm super wet!" she said. She shivered. "You know how to turn a girl on."

"Even when you're not naked," he continued. "It's hot. Watching you at your dresser, putting on your jewelry and makeup. It feels really... intimate. Close to you. It's so sexy."

Linda sighed and leaned against his arm. "You're the best husband," she said. "I'm so lucky."

*****

The bathroom, it turned out, was not exactly as Diana had described it, but it was still beautiful. An old-fashioned clawfoot tub stood in the center of it, big enough (as Linda exclaimed) for two people if they were close friends. She slipped her hand into Patrick's.

"I might need to have a bath right now," she whispered.

"Are you feeling dirty?" he asked.

She smiled at him. "Only my mind," she said. "And it's super filthy right now."

"What will you say if he arrives when you're still in the tub?"

Her eyelashes fluttered. "Welcome?" she said.

"Ha," he said.

"Let me check my phone," she said. "He said he'd text when he left... nope, not yet." She sighed. "It'll take him an hour and a half to get here once he leaves, I certainly have time for a bath."

Patrick leaned over and kissed the back of her neck. "Might be fun," he murmured.

She turned and smiled at him. "Would you assist me?"

He reached up and undid the top button of her dress, then leaned over and kissed her neck again.

"This isn't really fair," she said. "You're going to get all turned on and not be able to do anything about it."

He undid another button. "Maybe I'll have to use one of my jack off passes," he said.

She looked at him. "Is it ridiculous to say you can't come more than twice? Why shouldn't you jack off whenever you like?"

"Well," he answered. "I guess maybe the idea is I should save it all up for you. My sexual energy or my come or whatever. But you're in charge, as Cassie keeps telling me."

"That's true. So if I decide you should spend the weekend with your dick in your hand, eavesdropping on us fucking and coming all over yourself..."

"I'd have to obey," he said. "Or at least try." He undid another button. The swell of her breasts was now visible, unconstrained for once by a bra. He slid a hand into her dress and cupped a hand over one of them.

"Mmm," she said. "God, and I was aroused already. You better fill the tub if I'm going to have a bath."

"I will," he said. his voice was tight. "But I have to say..."

"Mmm?"

"It's so hard to let go of you." he said softly. "I really just want to get into bed with you."

She gazed at him. "We will," she said. "I promise. After this weekend is over, we can be as close as you like, we'll be... even closer than before. You'll see."

He leaned forward and kissed her. One of his arms came up and positioned his hand behind her head while the other kept up its ministrations in her dress.

"It would be so nice," he breathed.

"Damn it," she murmured. "You're taking advantage of how horny I am."

He kissed her again. "Come on," he urged, starting to pull her out of the bathroom.

"I can't," she said.

He stopped and looked at her. "Why not? Don't you make the rules?"

She closed her eyes. "Yea," she admitted.

"So if you feel like having a quickie..."

"Patrick..." She opened her eyes. "Not yet. This is... I want to be so ready for Matthew, like I was in the car. Please."

He groaned and pulled his hand out of her dress. "Okay," he said. "The lady wants a bath." He walked over to the tub and turned on the water.

Linda went over to a closet in the corner of the bathroom. "Oh wow, they have everything," she said. "Candles. Fluffy his and hers bathrobes. Bubble bath. I haven't done one of those since I was a little kid."

Patrick looked up from the bathtub. "You want to..."

"No," she said. "Nothing that reminds me of being a kid. Let's light some candles and turn off the lights." She laughed. "This is so much fun already and my lover hasn't even arrived."

Her lover.Patrick busied himself with the water again. No matter what, this was going to be a long weekend. Linda got out the candles and matches, then came over and put her arms around his waist from behind.

"You're so sweet," she said. "To be doing this."

He laughed softly but didn't turn around. "Filling your bath?"

"All of it," she said.

He was silent for a beat. "All in a day's work for a cuckold," he said lightly. "No rest for the horny."

"Are you horny?" she asked. Her hand slipped into his pants. "Oh, my. Yes, you are horny."

He straightened up and shook water off his hands, then grasped her wrist and gently removed her hand from his pants. He turned to face her.

"Water is a good temperature, my lady," he said. "It will be a good depth shortly. Let us proceed with the disrobing."

He put his hands on her shoulders. Slowly his fingers slid under the material of her dress and pushed. Her shoulders came into view.

"One small kiss for luck," he murmured.

She nodded, her eyes fixed on his. "A small kiss," she repeated.

Obediently he leaned forward. His mouth opened against hers and his tongue pushed between her lips. Her mouth was warm and ready and opened easily. Patrick closed his eyes, imagining her cunt at this moment, also warm and moist. He rocked his hips forward, pushing up against her. His hands rested on her hips.

She pulled her head back, looking at him.

"Methinks you are exceeding your orders, varlet," she said. "A small kiss forsooth."

"Then I should be punished," Patrick said.

Her mouth twitched. "What would be an appropriate punishment for such a forward servant?"

"I think he should be made to stand behind his lady," Patrick said. "While they both watch her in the mirror. And he should be forced to finish what he started and unbutton her dress before the bathtub overflows."

She laughed. "Is that your idea of punishment?"

"Maybe he should also have to run his hands over her flesh," he said. "To be sure he really repents."

"You really don't understand penance," she told him. "But your idea is a good one." She laughed. "Did people really talk that way?"

Patrick grinned. "No idea," he said. "But come on, let's get you naked before the tub does overflow."

"I don't want to get my hair wet," she said. "Can you get my purse from the other room? There's a hair tie in it."

When he got back she had taken off her dress and hung it on a hook behind the door.

"I thought I was going to get to finish that," he said.

"You were taking too long," she said. "By the time you were done we'd be knee deep in water and I would be sneezing with the cold. Which I am already. You have the tie?"

She rummaged in her purse. "Here we go," she said. She tied her hair up and handed the purse back to him. "All ready," she said, smiling at him. "Would you be so kind as to assist me, varlet?"

"My lady has neglected to remove one last garment," Patrick said.

"Ah yes," she said. She giggled. "You may assist me with that."

He stepped forward and put his hands on her hips again, sliding his fingers into her panties.

"Now you pull down," she told him. "I'm sure you've done something like this before."

He knelt down. Her panties fell to the floor and he leaned his cheek against her pubis. She put her hands on his head, running her fingers through his hair.

"Am I the worst?" she asked softly.

He looked up at her. "The worst what?"

"Teasing you like this?" she asked. "When you have to wait the whole weekend?" She paused. "Is it going to be terrible?"

"It's going to be awful," he told her. "Just awful. Now get into your bath. It was a perfect temperature and I bet it's getting cold."

He stood up and held out his hand. She took it and stepped over the side of the tub and lowered herself in the water.

"Oh," she said. "It's still perfect." She smiled happily. "And just the right depth." She reached over and turned off the taps. "You want to kill the lights so we can see the candles?"

He went over to the light switch then turned to observe the effect. It was magical, seeing her body glowing in the candlelight, reflections dancing in the water. His hands were aching to reach into the tub and caress her.

He knelt beside the tub. "Just one more kiss?" he asked. "For luck?"

She leaned forward. "Just one," she said softly.

Eventually he stood up. "Mmm," he said. "You're lovely in there. Can I take a photo?"

She closed her eyes, then opened them. "Okay," she said. "But with my camera not yours. I don't need to be an internet sensation."

He grinned. "You'd be great," he said. "You could be the cuckoldress influencer," But he passed her the phone.

"Unlock, please," he said formally.

She smiled up at him and handed the phone back. "How should I be?" she asked.

"Just like you are..." he said softly. "God..." The phone made a clicking sound for each photo he snapped. There. Her body shimmering, the water droplets on her shoulders and her face. "Lift your hands up," he murmured. "Put them behind your head."

"You mean you want my tits on display?" she asked, but her hands came up.

"Yeah," he agreed. "Jesus."

"How about this?" she asked. She opened her mouth and slid one finger along her lower lip.Click.She smiled. "You're going to fill up my phone's memory," she said.

"In a good cause," he told her. "Close your eyes," he said. "And arch yourself forward a bit..."

"Should I have my hands on my tits?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said. "God..."Click. Click."Now open your eyes and... yes, look at me like that. Just like that."Click.He was lost, everything was reduced to the screen on her phone and what he could see in it, her body arched, skin glowing in the candlelight. He could hear the soft splashes the water made as she moved. He was aching, dying to feel her flesh, to squeeze her tits with his hands, to draw his cock across her belly.Click.She was right there, naked, in the bath. The bathroom was steamy, stifling hot, he could feel the sweat starting to drip down his back.

The phone beeped. Patrick grunted.

She held out her hand. "It's a text message," she told him. "Probably Matthew saying he's on his way."

Reluctantly, he surrendered the phone. He wiped his sleeve across his forehead.

"Yes," she said happily. "It's from Matthew, I wonder when..." Her voice trailed off.

Patrick looked at her. She was staring at her phone screen, her face frozen into place. "What?" he asked.

"He's not coming," she said softly.

"What? Why?"

"He thinks we're freaks," she said. She looked up at Patrick. There were tears shining in her eyes. "He thinks I'm a slut."

Patrick's heart sank. "What did he say?"

She swallowed and looked at the screen again. "Linda," she read. "I've been thinking hard about this weekend and I just don't think I can do it. The situation is too unusual, I don't feel comfortable with it. I hope you understand."

Patrick held out his hand and she gave him the phone, then covered her face with her hands. He read the message through.

"Shit," he muttered.

"It's that... that bitch Diana!" Linda burst out. "I could tell when I was telling her about us that she thought it was weird. She's talked him out of coming. She's probably fucking him right now!"

"I thought they were just friends," Patrick said.

"That cunt!" Linda cried. She lifted her face and stared at Patrick. "What are we going to do?"

"He didn't say anything about you being a slut," Patrick pointed out.

"That's written between the lines," she said, her voice shaking. "What kind of married woman keeps fucking around as if she was still single? A slut! Oh, Patrick..." She covered her face again, weeping.

*****

There was no room service so they ate dinner in the dining room with the other guests. Neither one of them ate much; Linda just pushed food around on her plate with an abstracted fork. Patrick spoke to the waiter and explained that the food was delicious but they were both extremely tired.

After dinner they went back up to the rooms. Linda hesitated in front of the two doors, then looked at Patrick. "Let's use yours," she whispered. He nodded and unlocked it.

Linda lay down on the bed and covered her eyes with her forearm. Patrick went through the connecting door and brought back Linda's suitcase.

"Thank you," Linda told him.

He nearly made a crack about it being part of the cuckold service but he caught himself in time. It wasn't the moment. He lowered himself carefully to sit next to her. She moved her arm and looked up at him listlessly.

"What do we do now?" she asked him.

"I think we should get some sleep," he said.

She frowned at him. "I meant more long term than that," she said. "I feel like our lives are so fucked we're going to have to move to Timbuktu or at least Nebraska."

Patrick nodded. "I get it," he said. "But I think getting some sleep would help with everything."

"Our lives will still be fucked in the morning," Linda told him.

"Possibly," he said. "But we might be better able to face that fact after some sleep."

Linda closed her eyes. "I'm not going to be able to sleep," she said. "I'm just... so angry."

Patrick waited. "Angry at Matthew?" he ventured.

"Fuck, yeah," she said. "Matthew and Diana and Cassie and you and me. But mostly me." She opened her eyes. They were bloodshot and her nose was red. "Why did I think I could do it? I mean, fine, if we want to have our little cuckold fetish, nobody's going to care what we get up to in our bedroom. But why did I think I could blast it all over town without people throwing shit at us?"

Patrick made a noise that he hoped would sound sympathetic without being patronizing. She didn't seem to hear him.

"Why did I do it, Patrick? All that bullshit about taking things to the next level? I mean, yeah, I was getting bored of Greg but nobody was forcing me to fuck him. I could have just moved on. Or completely stopped doing it... I mean do we really need to have these extracurricular activities to make us... I don't even know if happy is the right word." She looked away, then back at Patrick. "What do you think?"

He didn't know what he thought. "Cassie said..." he began.

"Fuck Cassie," she said. "She talks too much."

"What she told me was that you were still... experimenting. Sexually. And that's... why you kept... on with things."

Linda frowned. "That makes it sound like I was trying out being a lesbian or something," she said. "I mean..."

"And you didn't?"

"What? No. I mean if I'd felt like it I might have but I just never... what does it matter?" She paused. "So Cassie laid it all on me, huh?"

Patricia shrugged. "What did she tell you?"

"She told me... ah, shit. You only live once. Seize the day. Be who I am."

Patrick stirred. "Not bad advice," he observed.

"No," she agreed. "Up to a point."

Patrick reached over and touched her arm. She didn't flinch.

"Was the problem maybe that you were too upfront with Matthew?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, say you'd just told him you would... have sex with him but that it was a big secret and nobody could know. Because you were married."

She laughed for the first time. It was a brittle sound but still a real laugh. "He would have felt so smug," she said. "Like,I'm such hot shit even this happily married woman can't resist me."

"Yeah," Patrick said. "And this way... I guess he maybe felt like he was just a guy for you to fuck. As part of our little charade."

Linda blew out her breath. "But... I really. Well, liked him." She gazed at Patrick. "It wasn't like that... you know. I actually..." She trailed off.

"You were pretty set on him," Patrick remarked drily. "But maybe he didn't get that. Or maybe he likes it when girls are harder to get."