Becca Bellamy
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He Did Nothing to Stop Her
🕑 Added 2025-01-15 04:48:25 +0000 UTCAidan's fingers were damp from the condensation that had formed on the outside of the thick tumbler that was once filled nearly to the top with an expertly made cocktail. Most of it was gone now, though, and was slowly working its way through his body, leaving a delightful buzz in its wake.
Normally he would have wiped his fingers clean, but Aidan was distracted by the beautiful woman across the room. She wore an elegant white satin dress that contrasted quite nicely with the tuxedos most of the men at the party wore. Though the cut of the dress was rather demure - there was no cleavage on display, for instance - the way it hugged her hips and ass was unquestionably enthralling, thus the excessive staring that Aidan engaged in.
He watched as this exquisite creature glided around the party, smiling at people she barely knew and talking to those she considered friends. He watched most intently as the woman in the white satin dress indulged in quite a bit of flirting with a man that filled out his tuxedo more impressively than most in attendance.
That man touched the woman in white on no less than half a dozen occasions over a ten minute conversation, including resting his hand on her lower back for a solid minute at one point.
She flirted back, doing so with a touch of subtly, though not nearly as much as would be expected of a married woman. On multiple occasions she brushed the tendrils of her flawlessly styled dark hair behind her ear. She touched her conversation partner's arm several times, too, and she leaned in continuously, no doubt offering him a view of her otherwise hidden cleavage as her dress fell forward. He was subtle enough not to stare, but it couldn't have been lost on the man in the tuxedo that the exquisite beauty in the white satin dress flirting with him.
Eventually, the woman in white and the man in the tuxedo ended their conversation, though not before he leaned in and whispered something to her. Her smile was bright and her cheeks and chest just a touch redder, as if his whispered words had offered a touch of arousal.
Aidan stared at the woman in white until she met his gaze. She stopped in her tracks and her face was blank for a few moments. Eventually, though, her lips curled into a smile and she stopped a waiter walking past and grabbed a glass of champagne from his tray. She tossed back every drop of it and set the glass down before sending the awed young man on his way.
The woman in white strode towards Aidan and it felt as if they were the only two people in the room. Her hips moved in a purposefully suggestive manner and he couldn't help but stare as his loins stirred.
She pulled out the chair next to his, inched it closer, and sat. She leaned towards him and the seductive scent she'd dabbed against her neck before leaving the house filled his nose.
"Do you think he enjoyed your perfume?" he asked.
"I'm certain of it," she replied. "He told me so."
Aidan sipped his drink, set it down, and wiped the considerable condensation on the cloth napkin resting next to his plate. "And did he enjoy the fact that a married woman was flirting with him?"
She kissed him on the cheek. "I'm certain he did."
Aidan turned to his wife and her lips curled into a bright smile.
"The question on my mind, though, is whether my husband enjoyed watching me flirt," she asked.
"I'm not sure I did, Iris. I'm not sure I liked it at all. I work with these people."
She put a hand on his leg. "You don't work with him."
Her hand moved a few inches towards his crotch. "People saw you, Iris. People saw you flirting with him. What will they think of me?"
She leaned over and kissed his neck. It was quick, but it was far too erotic for the setting. Aidan couldn't help but enjoy it, though. "I don't care what they think. I want to know what you think, Aidan. Did you enjoy watching me flirt with him? Because it seemed like you were enjoying yourself. It seemed like you would have come over to stop me if you weren't enjoying yourself. I mean, what sort of man just sits there and watches his wife openly flirt with someone else?"
"I didn't enjoy it," he answered.
Her fingers moved a few inches closer to his crotch and Aidan was certain she was going too far. She looked so good, though. Her dress was perfect. Her hair was perfect. Her makeup was perfect. Plus there was the intoxicating smell of her perfume. He felt powerless to stop her from indulging in her inappropriate desires.
"Then why didn't you stop me? You could have come over and introduced yourself. You could have whisked me away for a dance. You could have pulled me close and kissed me so fiercely that there would have been no question that I'm yours, that he shouldn't spend even a moment thinking about making me his."
"Was that what he was doing?" Aidan asked.
Iris laughed softly, leaned closer as if she was going to kiss him, and then grabbed Aidan's glass. She finished he drink and forcefully set the glass on the table, drawing alarmed stares from a few of their fellow partygoers.
"Of course that's what he was doing," she answered. "Half the men in here have considered if they could make me theirs. He was bold enough to flirt, to make obvious his desire for me. The question, again, is why you didn't bother to stop him, Aidan? Why did you sit here and stare? Why did you sit and sip your drink while another man flirted with your wife?"
Aidan didn't have an answer, so he asked another question. "What did he say to you right before you came over here? What did he whisper to you?"
Iris's hand found his leg once more, this time halfway up his thigh. She squeezed it gently, smiled, and leaned in until she was close enough that he could feel the warmth of her shallow breaths against his neck.
"He said, ‘You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and I'd give anything to fuck you’," she whispered.
Aidan closed his eyes as the room spun around him. Iris kissed him on the cheek and rubbed his leg in a manner that felt soothing rather than erotic.
"Are you okay, baby?" she asked softly.
"Yes. I'm okay." He took a deep breath. "Did he really say that?"
"Yes, he did. I don't think you saw it, but his hand was on my ass as he said it." For just a moment her fingers were inches from his cock and then she moved them all the way to his knee. "Another man's hand was on my ass as he told me he wanted to fuck me."
Some women would have expressed outrage at a man being so bold. Iris was clearly not one of those women. Aidan was certain that she was excited. He could hear it in her voice.
"He wouldn't have said it if you'd stopped me from flirting with him," she said. "If you'd simply come over and taken me away from him. If you'd shown him that I'm yours he wouldn't have felt comfortable trying to make me his for the night."
Aidan saw the man Iris had flirted with. He was standing by the bar and his attention was turned towards them.
"He's watching us."
"Yes, it appears that he is," she said.
Aidan turned to see his wife smiling at the man she'd flirted with. She was flirting from across the room.
"Stop," he said.
"Stop what?"
"Stop fucking flirting with someone else. I work with these people. Most of these people, at least."
"Is that the only reason you want me to stop, Aidan? Are you worried about being embarrassed in front of your colleagues? Are you worried that they'll think you can't keep your wife happy, that she doesn't get what she needs from you so she has to flirt with another man at the fancy party your firm is hosting?"
Aidan was about to respond when Iris blew a kiss to the man across the room. He smiled and raised his drink in response. He leaned against the bar and took a sip and even Aidan could recognize that he seemed to have a strong handle on how to look as attractive as possible.
"What would you do if I went back to him, Aidan?" Iris asked.
His head whipped towards his wife. "Iris. No."
"You didn't answer my question."
For reasons beyond his understanding, Aidan didn't have an answer. "I don't know. I honestly don't know."
"You know what I think?" she asked. "I think you'd sit right here. I think you might order another drink, but otherwise I think you'd sit right here and watch. I don't think you'd do a damn thing. I'm eager to find out, though."
Iris stood and walked away. She made a beeline for the man at the bar. His smile was that of a man who'd just claimed a victory, though Aidan wasn't sure what battle was being fought.
They resumed their flirting, at least based on Iris's body language. There was a bit more touching. She ordered a drink. They talked. They drank together. She laughed. He laughed. She found ways to touch him, to be closer to him. He did the same.
Then Iris looked towards Aidan. He'd ordered another drink, just like she'd said he would. It was sitting in front of him. His fingers were wrapped tightly around the glass. She stared for a few seconds and smiled. She didn't seem the slightest bit disappointed that he'd done nothing. Aidan was disappointed, though, and confused. He couldn't figure out why it felt like he was glued to the seat, why he couldn't bring himself to intervene in Iris's flirtations.
A song came on. A song Iris happened to love. Joy washed across her face. She took the man in the tuxedo's hand and led him out onto the dance floor, joining the few dozen people already enjoying the music.
Aidan watched his wife dance with another man. At first there was distance between them. As the song went on, though, they got closer and closer. The dancing got more intimate. Iris kept looking over as she got more intimate with her new friend, as if she was checking to see if Aidan would get up.
Eventually Iris had another man's hands on her hips as they danced together. Not long after she turned around and pressed her ass into his crotch as he pulled her hips back. It wasn't an overwhelmingly sexual move - not in the way she was doing it - but it was more sexual than anything else happening on the dance floor and Aidan glanced around the well-attended party to see if his wife had drawn any scandalous glares.
The song ended and something far slower came on. Aidan was certain that Iris would depart the dance floor, but instead she stepped into the arms of her new friend and they danced in a decidedly romantic manner.
His hands were on her hips and they moved ever-so-slightly as they swayed to the music. Sometimes he touched her lower back, sometimes he caressed the top of her ass, sometimes her stomach. Aidan knew how good the dress felt to touch, how soft the satin was, how beautiful Iris's body was beneath it.
Aidan remained in his seat as he watched his wife engage in a rather intimate dance with another man. He was certain his coworkers had noticed, and yet he made no move to cut in, to take Iris away from the man who'd been clear that he wanted to fuck her.
As the song neared its end, the man dancing with Iris kissed her. Aidan's jaw dropped and his fingers tightened around his glass, but he remained in his seat. He sat there and watched as the kiss carried on far longer than he'd ever imagined possible. He sat and watched as Iris opened her mouth and welcomed the other man's tongue. He sat and watched as the other man's hands moved to the top of her ass and gently squeezed.
The song ended and Iris stepped back from her dance partner. Their fingers remained entwined until she'd backed up far enough that he had to let go of her. She blew him yet another kiss and then turned and strode confidently towards Aidan, who sat exactly where he'd been when she'd left.
Iris held Aidan's gaze for the entirety of her sultry stroll towards him. She took her seat and pried the drink from his hands to take a long sip. She swirled the dark liquid while swallowing and set the glass down before her lips curled into a decidedly naughty smile.
"You kissed him," Aidan said.
"Technically, he kissed me," she replied. "But yes, we kissed."
"Why?"
"Because he's a gorgeous man. Because he's strong and confident. Because I suspected he'd be a very good kisser." She leaned over to kiss Aidan on the cheek. "I was right, by the way. My pussy is soaking wet from that kiss."
Aidan noted the rapid increase in his heart rate. His hand trembled as he reached for his drink. He secured the glass and took a big enough sip that it was a bit uncomfortable as it slid down his throat.
"I told him something after we kissed," Iris said as her hand made its way to Aidan's leg.
He marveled at her ability to enchant and arouse him - even in a small way - by simply resting her hand on his leg. "What did you tell him?"
"I told him that I wanted him to fuck me."
Aidan's heart beat even faster. "Do you?" he asked. "Did you mean what you told him?"
"Yes."
He turned towards his wife. He studied her face. She wore a smile, but otherwise proved unreadable. "Iris, what are you doing?"
"An experiment."
"What?"
"An experiment on you, Aidan. I want to know what kind of man you are. So far I know that you're not the kind of man that would stop me from flirting with another man, from dancing with another man, or from kissing with another man."
He wanted to argue, but it would have been utterly foolish, as he'd just proved that he was exactly the kind of man that wouldn't stop his wife from doing those things.
"So tell me, Aidan, what would you do if I fucked him?"
Aidan's mouth opened, but nothing came out. Not a sound.
Iris's hand moved towards his crotch and didn't stop until she found his cock. She leaned over, kissed his neck softly, and stroked him as she whispered, "I'm going to fuck him now. He got a room. He's going to take me up to it. He's going to fuck me. You can stop me if you'd like."
She got up and walked away. Aidan watched, staring mostly at her ass, which looked breathtaking in the dress. The man in the tuxedo smiled as he saw her approaching. She took his hand and led him out of the expansive hotel ballroom in which the party was being held.
Aidan sat and watched his wife go. He was, as it turned out, the kind of man that wouldn't do anything to stop his wife from fucking someone else.
He'd never been so embarrassed, and yet the erection that Iris's stroking had caused remained in his pants. He hadn't gone even the slightest bit soft in a moment when his body should have been absent all desire.
Aidan sat in that same spot for an hour. He nursed his drink and then ordered another. He talked with a handful of people that dropped by his table, though he couldn't remember a word of the conversations. All Aidan could think about was Iris getting fucked.
At first he thought she'd just been teasing him, that she wasn't actually going to have sex with another man. After fifteen minutes, though, it seemed like she'd really gone up to a hotel room. After thirty minutes it seemed certain. That's when his imagination went wild.
He began to picture Iris having sex with the man in the tuxedo. He saw her getting fucked in every imaginable position, sometimes while wearing the dress and sometimes naked. He saw her kissing her new friend passionately while taking his cock. He saw her moaning and cumming and begging the guy to fuck her harder.
An hour after Iris had left, Aidan received a text: "Room 1412"
He set his drink down, stood, and took a moment to gather his bearings. He strode out of the ballroom and towards the elevators. His heart beat fast enough that the fitness device on his wrist set off an alarm. He took it off and stuffed it in his pocket while the elevator doors closed.
Aidan stepped onto the fourteenth floor. He turned left and walked slowly down the hallway. He listened for the sounds of sex as it seemed entirely possible that Iris had invited him up to taunt him.
He arrived at room 1412 and saw that the door wasn't entirely shut. He pushed it open and called out, "Iris?"
"Come in."
Aidan stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. He saw the foot of the bed and the windows behind it, but he'd need to get closer to see Iris. He wasn't sure he wanted to, though.
"It's okay," she called out. "He left already."
Aidan approached the bed. He saw his wife's feet, her pretty painted toenails, and her legs. Soon enough the whole of Iris was in his field of view. She was naked in the bed and she spread her legs the moment she saw him. Aidan stared at her pussy. Of course he did.
She'd been fucked. There was no doubt about it. Her pussy was wet and her labia enflamed like they'd been subjected to a vigorous pounding. Aidan's eyes darted around the room and he noticed two used condoms sitting on the nightstand, no doubt because Iris wanted it to be perfectly clear that she'd actually fucked the man in the tuxedo.
"I got my answer," she said.
"What?"
"To what you'd do if I fucked someone else. The answer was nothing at all. I assume you didn't even get up from your seat, that you just sat there while your wife was up in this room getting fucked by another man?"
Aidan nodded.
"You just sat there and sipped your drink while I sucked his cock? While I rode him? While I got on my hands and knees so he could fuck me doggystyle? While I laid on my back so he could take my pussy a second time and make me cum even harder than the first time? While my tight pussy made him cum twice? While his big dick made me cum four times?"
"Yes," Aidan said softly. "I just sat there."
Iris reached down and played with her pussy. She grasped one of her breasts and softly squeezed it while arching her back, closing her eyes, and moaning. Aidan watched the naughty show and felt his dick grow.
That gentle spark of desire exploded into a full-on conflagration as he watched his gorgeous naked wife masturbate. He stripped out of his tuxedo, tossing each piece aside without a care in the world as he hurried to get naked and inside Iris as quickly as possible.
She opened her eyes right before he crawled into the bed. "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to fuck you," he said.
Iris laughed. "No, you're not."
"What? Why not?"
"Because you didn't do a damn thing to stop me from fucking someone else."
"So? I want you. I want to fuck you, and given that you just broke our marital vows the least you could do is let me have you."
She smiled. "I gave you every chance, Aidan. You passed it up. You could have stopped me from flirting with him. You could have stopped me from dancing with him. You could have stopped me from kissing him. You could have stopped me from fucking him. You chose not to. You chose to sit there. You showed me what kind of man you are."
"And what kind of man is that?"
Iris grabbed one of the used condoms, got on her knees, and moved towards Aidan. She wrapped her fingers tightly around the base of his cock and slid the used condom down his shaft before he could react. Aidan tried to back away, but Iris took hold of his balls and made the notion of backing away from her far too painful to consider.
"You're the kind of man that gets a handjob while he wears someone else's used condom," she said.
"No, please."
With one hand grasping his balls, Iris wrapped the other around his cock and began to stroke.
"Yes. And you know what else, Aidan?"
He shook his head.
"You're no longer the kind of man that gets to fuck his wife. You made a choice tonight. You could have chosen to fuck me. You chose to let someone else do it instead. I don't know what motivated that choice and I don't care. You've fucked me for the last time. I'm a free agent, sexually speaking, from here on out. I'm going to fuck other men. I'm going to fuck my friend from tonight again. I'm going to fuck whoever I want, whenever I want and you're not going to fuck anyone. Do you understand?"
Aidan nodded. It was madness, but he was so overcome with unexpected lust that he followed the desires of his cock instead of his brain.
Iris rewarded him with a kiss as she jerked him off into someone else's condom. His dick was coated in someone else's load and his balls were firmly - and almost painfully - in her grasp and yet Aidan was so turned on that he couldn't think straight.
All he could do was cum and cum hard. Spectacularly hard. He came so hard he had to lean into Iris to stop himself from falling over. He came so hard that he grunted and groaned in ways he'd never done before.
Eventually, Iris released his cock and balls from her grasp and fell back into the bed. She spread her legs and resumed masturbating and from the sound of it her pussy had gotten considerably wetter.
"Eat me," she said. "Eat my pussy. Now. Keep the condom on your cock."
Aidan fell forward. He pushed his tongue inside his wife. He ate her pussy like she'd instructed.
"You'll be doing a lot of this from now on, so you better get used to it. I suspect you'll be getting lots of handjobs like the one I just gave you, too, so you better get used to those."
It had been the most humiliating orgasm of his life, and yet Aidan knew he'd be ready for another when the time came.
In the span of one night Iris had discovered who he really was and it seemed that she was more than happy to take advantage of being married to the sort of man who'd sit there and do nothing while she fucked someone else.
