9 - Housing Swap #2
Hannah let out a shrill giggle, but this time, I saw her cover the receiver with her hand. Her fingers slid away, and she straightened her face. I could tell she was doing her best to keep her excitement under control.
“Right, right,” she said. “Yes, we’ll both be here. Yes, all day. Mmhmm. Okay. Yes, thank you again so much. All right, goodbye! Can’t wait to see them when they get here!”
She hung up the phone with the hugest smile I’d ever seen.
“Honey, you’re never going to guess! They’re going to be here today!
Tom and Brandon are going to be here today to start scoping out the house and hearing what we want included!
And guess who they’re bringing with them?
! Wait, wait, I’ll tell you. The camera crew! ”
“Tom and Brandon are going to be here today?” I asked. I barely heard the words escape my lips.
“Yes!” she cried, pumping her fists in the air. “I know, this is all so overwhelming. Is the yard mowed? Does the house look okay? Oh, who cares how the house looks? We’re about to get a brand new one! Do I look okay?”
“You look fine,” I said, after clearing my throat. “I wouldn’t worry about anything, babe. They’ll take care of it all.”
“Yes, yes.” Hannah sat down on the bed, breathing out sigh after sigh. “I have to calm down or I’m gonna end up hyperventilating or something stupid like that. I don’t want to look totally bonkers on national television.”
I hated to tell her that she was probably going to lose it instantly, as soon as the cameras began to roll, but I knew my wife.
Hannah was beautiful, funny, and brainer than anyone would expect, but she was also easily excitable.
Just about anything could get her worked up.
I was lucky in the way that this particular trait also transferred over into the bedroom.
Hannah was an explorer and enjoyed just about anything we tried.
From anal to watching porn together to Japanese Shibari, Hannah and I never had an experience that we both didn’t totally enjoy.
Recently, though, we’d hit a pitfall in our romantic endeavors.
It had been a while since we’d tried anything different.
That thought brought me back to Tom and Brandon.
I couldn’t stop picturing Hannah between the two of them.
I imagined them both taking turns slowly stripping her down, removing her clothing bit by bit.
I wondered how she might sound with two sets of hands teasing her body.
I wondered if she would sound the same as when I pressed myself inside of her, or if she would be even more fervent in her whimpers and cries.
The thought was enough to make me sneak my hand beneath the covers and give my throbbing cock a teasing pinch and stroke against the already slick head.
Hannah didn’t notice at all. She was busy staring at her phone, her fingers working wildly at the keyboard as she texted her mother. So much for calming down.
“I’m going to go take a shower before they get here,” I said. “Don’t wanna be caught not looking my best on camera.”
“Great idea, honey,” Hannah said, distracted.
I had to wonder sometimes if she heard half the things I said.
I stood, stretched, and then made my way to the bathroom.
In reality, I couldn’t care much about appearances.
I wasn’t a scruffy sort of guy; I was cleanshaven, kept my hair cut and washed.
Looking my best on camera wasn’t exactly my first priority.
In reality, my cock couldn’t wait a second longer.
The more I thought about Hannah between Brandon and Tom, the more I had to give myself release.
The second the bathroom door shut behind me, I began to tear at my clothes. I could hardly get them off fast enough.
***
Hannah grew more and more anxious as the hours ticked by. I had to remind her that it was still early morning when they’d called the first time, and if they were running late, surely they would let us know.
“I know, I know.” She paced around our kitchen with her arms folded across her chest, frustration furrowing her forehead.
“I just wish I knew what the holdup was. I just can’t wait to meet Tom and Brandon, Jonathan.
They’re just so … Oh, I don’t know. I can’t get them out of my head for some reason.
I just hear them saying my name on the show over and over again. ”
She stared at the wall, hazy and full of dreams. I wondered just what she was thinking. I couldn’t help but imagine what sort of thoughts were running through her head. Were they along the same vein as my own? Was she fantasizing about them right now?
Her pink cheeks and breathy voice supported my theory. I felt my body responding again, my mind forming those same images of my wife between those other two perfectly formed deities of daytime television.
“Well, anyway,” she said, turning away. “They should be … Wait, what’s that down the road? I think that’s them, Jon! Oh, good God, it is!”
A slick black car came sliding down the driveway like a snake, parking directly behind our old pickup truck. The driver’s and the passenger’s doors both popped open at the same time, and out stepped two of the most physically perfect people I’d ever seen in my entire life.
Tom’s curly black hair clung to his head, his teeth flashing white. The sun glinted from his dark skin as he pulled his suit jacket around shoulders so wide I imagined having to take a taxi to get to the other side.
Brandon was his exact opposite in every way.
His body didn’t quite fill his suit out in the same way that Tom’s did, but that wasn’t to say that he was thin or underweight.
His limbs and height seemed more streamlined somehow, as though he were a cheetah or a panther, or some other predatory animal.
He brushed a swathe of blond hair out of his eyes as he made his way up our drive, his partner at his arm.
Behind the two of them, several camera people filed in a dutiful line.
“Oh, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.” Hannah brushed a hand through her black hair and adjusted her clothes in the mirror. “How do I look?” she asked for a second time today.
“Fine, fine.” I tried to play it cool, but inwardly, my heart was pounding like a bass drum at a heavy metal concert. What would they sound like when we met them? Were they going to be as handsome up close and personal as they were on TV? I had no idea, but I guessed that I was about to find out.
When they rang our doorbell, I thought Hannah would shoot through the roof.
“I’m calm, I’m calm,” she said. “Okay, I can do this.” She swung open the door with an artificial smile on her face. I knew she was suppressing her giddy excitement with tightly held reins.
“Hannah and Jonathan, good to meet you two!” Brandon’s outstretched hand poked through the threshold of the door. “Congrats on winning again. Sorry we got here so late. We got a little lost out here. It’s, er … a bit rural, isn’t it?”
“It is, yeah.” I stepped aside so they could slide around me. “Our internet isn’t the best out here, either. Sorry if you got lost.”
“Well, don’t worry about a thing.” Tom stepped through the doorway. He was so tall that he almost had to duck. “We figured we’d give you two a moment to get acclimated before we really get the cameras rolling. Let’s go over what sort of needs the two of you are going to have with your new home.”
“What sort of needs we’re going to have? I can’t think of anything that we would need other than the basics … Bedrooms, bathroom, kitchen, living room. What else could we really need?”
“Oh, there are all kinds of things you’ll want that you just can’t think of right now,” Tom replied.
“What kind of hobbies do the two of you have? Either are you gym freaks? We could build a nice little home gym on the bottom floor, maybe toward the garage. Or maybe you’re into cooking?
Beefing up the kitchen might be a thing, then. See what I mean?”
“I do.” I leaned back against the wall. “But I honestly can’t think of anything. We’re not tennis players, or artists, or musicians. Neither one of us are really into anything like that. I don’t know … I’ll have to think about it.”
Brandon laughed, a little too loudly for our close quarters.
“Well, you won’t have much time to think.
We’re going to start rolling this week, and the architects are gonna wanna know what to start drafting up.
It doesn’t have to be anything crazy. Just something a little extra, you know?
Something for the viewers. You understand. ”
“Oh, we definitely do,” Hannah cut in. “What about …? I don’t have a sex dungeon or something. That, we could definitely use.”
I immediately felt myself turn red. What the hell was she doing?
I wanted to turn around and walk out the front door before any of them could respond, but my body wouldn’t move.
I was only thankful that the cameras weren’t rolling.
If they would have gotten that on film and showed it for the entire nation to see, I didn’t know if I could ever show my face outside again.
Thankfully, the two men and their camera crew started to laugh as though Hannah had told the greatest joke in the world. She stared at them for a moment before following their example. Was she being serious?
I wished I could evaporate into nothing right then and there.
“That’s an idea if I ever heard one.” Brandon clapped me on the back hard. “Good for you, man. A smoking hot wife with a high drive and now a new house? You’re only on the up and up, huh?”
I felt all the saliva dry up in my mouth. The fact that he’d called my wife hot made my loins burn with a feverish desire that was swiftly becoming more and more familiar.
“Yeah,” I said. “On the up and up.”
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