Coloring Outside The Lines - Sex Stories

Coloring Outside The Lines

... dazzling smile. She'd been owning me with that look for the last eight years, six of them as a married couple. At that moment, however, something didn't feel quite right to me. I didn't discount her plan completely, but I also didn't give it a ringing endorsement.

"Yeah, we'll work on something. Let's do Chicago," I said flatly. "Let's both take off Friday and head up on Thursday evening."

"I'll make some plans. Leave it to me," Vivian enthused.

It was a small blip on the radar and I never gave it a second thought until late Friday afternoon in our hotel room when I clicked on ESPN on the room television. We had eaten lunch at a local diner and then visited the Shedd Aquarium.

"So... dinner and what?" I asked Vivian, trying to figure out what clothes I was going to wear for the evening.

She didn't answer right away, and I looked from the television to my wife. I was pretty sure I saw her shiver for a moment.

"Well... for you, it's the Cub game tonight against the St. Louis Cardinals. You're sitting right behind the Cubbies dugout on the third base side. I figured you could eat and drink there," Vivian said.

"For me, it's a meal followed by drinks and dancing at one of the highly-rated clubs in the city. I'm not sure when I'll be back, and I guess I don't expect to be around too much on Saturday either. Then on Sunday night when we get home, we can have our 'trash the pills' ceremony and get started working on a family.

"Wait! Wait! Wait! Are you ...

... fucking serious? I'm not letting you slut around by yourself in Chicago... for two nights and one day. What about us? What about our vows?" I practically shouted.

Vivian looked at me like I was a slow child in need of an explanation. The latter part of that assessment was correct.

"We've been talking about having kids when we turn 30 since before we got married, right Q? Well, we're there now. But I've decided that since I'm the one who's going to be doing most of the heavy lifting, I should get a... bonus out of the deal."

"A bonus? Really? I don't recall there being a bonus clause in our wedding vows," I growled.

"You're not going to be the one to carry this child for nine months; not going to be the one to sacrifice your toned body; not going to be the one to set your career back several years so you can stay home and raise this child."

"But I am going to be the one working hard to put food on the table and a roof over my family's head, the one who will have to miss all the great things like a first word. Doesn't that count for something?" I asked, just this side of whine.

She just ignored my concern like it didn't matter.

"We've been together for eight years, Q. In all that time, have I ever given you cause to doubt my love for you or my fidelity? The answer is no, never. So I want something just for me: a bonus... a weekend fling. Not love, just lust... for a day and a half. Then you and I will throw those birth control pills away, and it will be just you ...