A Question Of Size: Stacey's Story (The Right Fit Series Book 1) by Lucee Lovett

gorgeous. I struggled to keep my mouth from falling open and my eyes from springing out my head like a cartoon character as I ogled him.
    Chanting in my mind, must be discreet, must be discreet. Jeff had chosen well. I couldn’t have picked a better looking man out of a line-up.
    Holding my hand Jeff drew me over to his friend. “Kenzo Mathews, this is my wife Stacey.”
    Kenzo looked at me like a man who hadn’t eaten for days. Lust oozed from him as he took my outstretched hand and brought it to his lips.
    “How do you do?” I asked. I felt stupid for asking such an obvious question, this man was ‘fine,’ in more ways than one.
    I turned to Jeff. “You’ve changed out of your gym things. Why?”
    “I showered at the gym. I didn’t want everyone waiting for dinner,” Jeff said.
    “Okay, well dinner’s almost ready. Why don’t you and Kenzo have a seat in the lounge and I’ll bring you both a drink. What would you like, Kenzo?”
    “I’d welcome a Southern Comfort if it’s not too much trouble.” His smile was so engaging—sending a fluttery sensation through me. It began in my stomach then seemed to travel north and south to the rest of my body in unison. I had to look away, fearing Jeff would see my eagerness to get this show on the road tonight.
    I didn’t have any more knockout outfits and was damned if I was shopping for a new wardrobe after spending a small fortune on the two nice dresses I had. As I moved to fetch the drinks, I couldn’t stop my gaze from landing on Kenzo’s crotch. He wore jogging bottoms and his package looked impressive.
    I poured the drinks and returned to the men, handing each of them a glass. I didn’t need to ask Jeff what he wanted. He always drank malt whiskey, neat. I invited them to take a seat at the table while I served up dinner. We were using our dining room and not the table in the kitchen where Jeff and I normally had our evening meal.
    I was deep in thought as I busied myself, designing my plates for maximum effect. I arranged the braised lamb in mint sauce I’d made, with rice shaped as a cone and seasoned vegetables on the plates. Then loaded them onto the hostess trolley with the basil salmon terrine starter, and the crystal bowl of sherry trifle. I almost jumped out my skin when I felt the warm hand pressed in the small of my back.
    “What the FU… Jeff, you frightened me.”
    “Sorry, love, I was just too excited to wait until after dinner. What do you think of Kenzo, is he the right fit?”
    “He’s alright, I suppose,” I said. My mind screamed are you fucking kidding me?! He’s sex on legs. I wanna lick him like a lollipop. I can’t wait to spread my legs. Instead, I said, “He’s very tall.”
    “Good because, I was thinking… if you’re agreeable, we could do it tonight.” Jeff took my hand. “He likes you; it was his suggestion not to wait. To be honest, love, I don’t want to wait either, but like I said this morning, it’s your call.”
    I stared open-mouthed at Jeff. Shutting my legs together as the dampness increased between my thighs at the proposition placed before me. Fuck yes! I wanna do it now, but Jeff’s my husband. I don’t want to appear too eager to cheat on him right under his nose. I had to style it out.
    “Are you sure this is what you want Jeff. It’s a little, emm… out there. Will you be able to handle it?”
    “I don’t know, but I want to find out. My dick gets hard every time I think about it. We’ll have to see. If I can’t handle it, we won’t do it again. So maybe the sooner we get it over and done with, the quicker we’ll know.”
    “Okay, if you’re sure,” I said with just enough doubt in my voice. “We better get dinner over with first. This hostess trolley is good, but it’s not magic so we better get going before the hot food gets cold and the cold food starts melting.”
    “You go through love. I’ll just grab us a few bottles of wine.”
    ***
    The starter was eaten in silence,