Decoy
The slim and elegant man in his late 30s sat down contentedly on the deep sofa. A pretty waitress had just placed a small beer on the deep table, lit a candle and walked away with a charming smile. Nate tried to absorb the atmosphere in the hotel bar. Jazz classics reached his ears from the loudspeakers at a moderate volume. The Dave Brubeck Quartet was playing, in the line-up with Joe Dodge on drums. Satisfied, Nate sipped his drink. As a professional musician, he valued a knowledgeable selection of music.
It was just before nine o’clock in the evening and an eventful evening awaited him, that much was certain. When he got home, his wife Bridget was already dressed up and sitting on the terrace of their house with a glass of champagne and enjoying the evening sun. Little Sarah had been taken to her grandparents, so there was nothing standing in the way of a relaxed start to the weekend on this Friday evening.
Bridget and Nate hadn’t actually made any weekend plans. But he knew that when Bridget slipped into heels from Saint Laurent, stockings from Maison Close, a short pencil skirt from Alexander McQueen and a top from Marni, then she was in the mood for a wild evening and a sexual adventure.
Years ago, Nate had noticed that Bridget had suppressed her extraordinary sexual appetite solely for the sake of him and Sarah. The suggestion to open up their relationship had come from him and had taken both of them into unusual territory in the first few months. But it turned out that with a lot of honesty and empathy, an open relationship was possible. After the first - sometimes a bit painful - experiences had been gained, Bridget and Nate started to adapt their arrangement here and there and now they were able to have sexual encounters outside of their marriage without damaging their relationship or family. On the contrary: her marriage and especially her sex life suffered a little after the birth of her daughter. The open relationship and the small sexual adventures that the couple indulged in each other outside of the couple relationship acted like a fountain of youth.
All of this went through Nate’s mind as this most remarkable woman entered the bar. She had a cheeky, silver-blonde short hairstyle. The makeup was perfect and accentuated her even features. Nate especially loved the dark, long lashes and those outrageously sensual, fulllips. Marni’s top was tight and presented the woman’s full breasts in all their glory. The tight skirt revealed that this woman was in good shape. The legs were well defined, but not reminiscent of anorexic models or long-distance runners. Although Nate knew this woman ve0ry well, he was always amazed by the effect that performances like this had on him: He felt sexual desire and curiosity. At the same time he sensed her self-confidence bordering on arrogance and the displayed sovereignty intimidated him. If you knew this woman, you knew that every movement, every gesture, every non-verbal signal was made with the utmost care. Man was dealing with a woman who was catching prey.
Nate watched as Bridget sat down at the bar. Her bottom and her long legs on this bar stool – what a view! He smiled and grabbed his mobile phone: “You look perfect. I’ll give you ten minutes!” Seconds later, Bridget pulled her phone out of the Givenchy bag and had typed her answer. “Eight minutes. Maximum!”
Nate grinned. Bridget was used to getting what she wanted and what she needed. And she wasn’t usually one to compromise. Today she wanted sex - but she wouldn’t settle for ONE cock. So, a second man was needed, preferably one who was well built in every respect. But Bridget only hung out with men who had style and manners and who knew how to please a woman like her. A bar in a 5-star hotel was good hunting ground and Bridget usually did not leave such a hunting ground without an impressive trophy.
Nate watched Bridget order a drink from the barman. Then he let his gaze wander: The bar was well frequented, there were many elegant and well-to-do ladies and gentlemen present. Nate’s gaze slid back to Bridget. His wife had celebrated incredible professional successes in the past few weeks and months. Some time ago, she had landed an incredibly well-paid job in the luxury cruise industry for the medium-sized IT company she worked for. This deal had brought a generous salary increase and extra bonuses. In addition, this success had catapulted her into the executive floor: Now she had the second nicest office in the company headquarters after the senior boss.
The spectacular deal with Volkov Yacht Cruises Ltd. had caused a stir throughout the industry and in less than two weeks Bridget had lucrative offers from the competition on her desk. However, old Wringendorf was a cunning fox. He quickly noticed the covetousness of the competition as far as his best employee was concerned and tied her to his house with a simple move: he gave her a share of the profits with immediate effect. In percentage terms, this profit sharing looked modest. However, if one considers the sums that have been turned over at Wringendorf and the profits that have been made, the amounts involved were staggering.
Nate knew Bridget was drawn to money and success. She prided herself on her ability to control herself and her life. In fact, she had made it from the poor province and broken family background to the very top. And she had worked for everything herself - she had hardly received any support along the way. Neither her teachers nor her parents or siblings had believed her capable of such successes. Bridget herself seemed constantly determined to prove all these people wrong. Whenever she had successfully completed a training or career step and registered the stunned astonishment and boundless amazement of all those who had not believed her capable, she resolved to become even more successful.
Nothing represented success more than luxury items. So it didn’t surprise Nate that shortly after the success with Volkov-Cruises, Bridget invested her bonus in a diamond-studded Hyperchrome Automatic from Rado, among other things. Bridget wore this watch today on her slender left wrist. Add to that her exquisite necklace and earrings, designer shoes and luxurious clothes, and his goddess’s attire was the epitome of decadence and excess. Nate often teased her about her penchant for luxury. Bridget dismissed Nate’s humorous and affectionate taunts with mock indifference. But Nate had long since seen through Bridget - her penchant for luxury was the only thing Bridget couldn’t control, aside from her unconditional adoration of her daughter. Nate was always reminded of chain smokers who claimed to be able to stop smoking at any time - and in the same moment lit the next cigarette. “Shopping isn’t really that important to me!” she reassured when he caught her browsing the most luxurious online shops on her laptop. With fascination, he watched his wife, otherwise so coolly calculating, even cynically calculating, as she admired some new luxury item of her desire with red cheeks on the Internet. The question usually came up soon afterwards as to what he, Nate, thought of the long-awaited article. It was like Bridget was asking for permission like a little kid. It was clear that his wife felt remorse at the prices charged for fine shoes, designer clothes or exquisite jewelry. But Nate didn’t save his loved one. In fact, Nate watched with fascinated glee as Bridget struggled for days and even weeks. And then one day there she was, carrying the shoes, the purse, the watch, the coat - whatever it was that her insatiable lust for luxury had focused on.
Nate loved this weakness in his usually tough wife. He had long since understood that Bridget only got an euphoric, intoxicating kick when her common sense got the short end of the stick. Then another, very passionate entity within her took control and incited her to excesses that gave her the addictive feeling of aliveness. Bridget was like that when it came to sex, too. And that’s why they were here in this bar today.
Nate’s timer read exactly 6:27 when a couple sat down at the bar next to Bridget: a dark-haired, slim woman in tight jeans and a tall, slightly lanky man in a perfectly fitting, slim, blue-black suit, ordered drinks. Then the woman approached Bridget. Nate watched curiously how his Bridget reacted to the two. After less than a minute, Bridget turned completely to both of them and her entire posture opened up. Her features changed from reserved-polite to friendly-relaxed. Her interlocutors also seemed relaxed and relaxed. After a few minutes, Bridget turned to Nate and waved him over. Nate took his glass and sat at the bar.
“Hi darling! This is Austin and Claire. They want to meet you!” Bridget greeted her husband.
“I’m glad!” Nate said. He eyed the two curiously. Up close he saw that Austin and Clair were slightly older than he and Bridget. But both were very well-groomed, their way of speaking indicated education and good origins. Still, they didn’t seem the least bit arrogant or aloof - he found them both personable and easy to get along with.
“Bridget just explained to us that you two are up for a little adventure?” Clair asked, although she articulated the question more as a statement.
“Yes, you could say that!” Nate replied and grinned.
“Swapping partners or the big round?” Austin now asked bluntly.
“The big lap!” came Bridget’s quick reply.
“Somebody has very specific ideas!” Clair winked at Bridget. “I suggest I have a quick word with Bridget about what we’re going to do with you two.”
“You with us? Probably the other way around!” Austin said with a broad grin in a mock protest. “We’re going to do something to you, that’s what it means!”
Bridget laughed as if amusing a naive toddler. Then she said loudly and clearly to Clair. “We’re going to show your dear Austin that we women set the tone in the 21st century!” Clair laughed, raised her glass and clinked glasses demonstratively with Bridget. “To a satisfying evening!”
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