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Golden light shone through glass onto Matthew’s face as dawn ushered in a new day’s beginning. With one squinting eye, Matthew met it with annoyance and turned to face the other side of the bed. Slow and groggy, his mind took time to establish his surroundings and process his vision. Underneath the soft duvet, his head resting on a large fluffy pillow, he could make out the bare shoulder blades of a woman and her short blonde hair. Memories made their way through his thoughts; the drive home from work, the greeting from Jessica upon arrival the sight of his wife pleasured by another man, and the mind-blowing sex he had with her eager best friend who now slept right beside him. He watched her body rise and fall while her breathing cycled, recalling all the things she had done to him along with the things she led him to do. Despite the common occurrence of morning wood, his early rise hardon was a result of thinking about how it felt to pin Jessica down and fuck her; how it felt to unleash that raw animal side of him he now knew he possessed. It made his stomach flutter, just thinking about the nature of his orgasms.

Lying comfortably whilst letting one’s mind race was natural and even irresistible at times. But a man such as Matthew tended to feel guilty wasting that time past a certain limit. He pushed himself up on one elbow and stretched his arms high and wide as the covers fell away from his upright torso. His attention turned to somewhere outside his confined space; through Jessica’s picture windows, beyond the estate’s garden, past the fences separating House Vargo and House Turnback, onto the curtained windows that hid away lovely Natalie and her supposed new boyfriend Kevin. Matthew smiled, remembering how much his wife hated the morning sunlight waking her up. On generic days, he would tiptoe down the staircase to the kitchen and make himself a small breakfast, maybe even one for her before he left. Sometimes she would wake up, too, and turn his dull routine into a playful mix of banter and mischief. It felt off not to have her body cuddling his before starting his day.

Minutes passed and Matthew remained sitting on the edge of the bed looking out the window while he pondered his options. He could go home and confront his wife, but Kevin would be there and he would either interfere or make things awkward, plus there was the well known fact that Mr. Turnback wasn’t very adept at physical confrontation. No, he would not be the one to make the first move. His wife must play the conciliatory role this time.

When he looked at his phone and read the time the urge to push himself up and get moving engulfed him. It was getting around the time he would be quite ready to drive to the office, and Matt wasn’t known for tardiness. Feet touched warm, sunbathed carpet as he paced the room, silently searching for articles of clothing familiar to him. His host shifted slightly in her sleep, sighing delicately, curled up like some innocent housecat. In truth, he didn’t care if he woke her; he had more pressing matters on his mind, one being that he must ignore everything to do with his cuckolding until he was done fulfilling his duties as Mayor’s Assistant. The professional in him opted to clear his head of any distractions while on the job and deal with all the bizarre drama later, when he returned. Hopefully, his new sexual rival will have departed by then.

Pulling his pants up and buckling his belt, his peripheral vision noticed more movement from the bed.

“I like you with just pants.” The voice was fragile coming from a dry throat.

Head tilted to one side, biting her lip, Jessica smiled and stretched in the same manner her guest had earlier. She was bare nude under the sheets.

“I have to get to work,” He replied sternly, fixated now on the buttons of his recovered shirt.

In the corner of his eye, elegant legs found their way to the side of the bed and painted toes met the floor gracefully. Seamlessly, Jessica walked into her bathroom and turned the tap on. The best thing to do was to be out of her bedroom, out of her home, as soon as possible so he finished buttoning his shirt up, grabbed his jacket, and decided to put his socks and shoes on downstairs.

“Matty!” she called out, suddenly.

“What?”

“You aren’t going like that, are you?”

Matthew pondered a second before responding. “Like what?”

“You haven’t showered yet!”

It had already crossed him that this was not going to be a normal day. There was no way he was risking running into Kevin on his way out from ploughing Natalie in their bedroom. He had two choices; he could shower here, which he was uncomfortable doing for more than one reason, or he could go to the office looking and smelling like a homeless wall street broker. Jessica had appeared before him again, and she looked like she was measuring him up with those two blue gems of hers.

“You were going to go to work without changing? Nooo, silly, I have some spare clothes if you want…”

“No, it’s fine,” He said nervously, his hands trying to signal her to stop.

“I’m sure Jeff wouldn’t care!”

Before he could ponder who Jeff might be, she grabbed his arm and pulled him towards her bathroom door. As Matthew entered, he took in one of the most lavish bathrooms he had ever been in. The size alone rivaled the bedroom’s, with a large ceramic tub in the middle resting on tile flooring. On both sides of the bathroom were furniture made from some exotic wood Matthew probably couldn’t even pronounce; to his right a dresser, with it’s vanity mirror and storage cabinets, and to his left the glass shower unit and the toilet. The sink, wide as it was, was on the same wall as the door, next to the dresser. The two ends of the bathroom seemed to oppose each other thematically, divided in the middle by different coloured tiling. Light came in from a lone slider that faced the entrance directly. He wondered why there were no curtains, but then again, there were no houses across from the view overlooking the backyard, its greenery and all. Besides which, somehow he couldn’t imagine a woman like Jess caring about the likelihood of peeping toms.

Jessica let go of his arm and closed the door behind her. “Go on. You don’t want to be late. I will fetch you those clothes,” her slightly muffled voice proposed. Matthew stripped, placed his garments on the sink countertop, stepped into the shower and braced himself for a wave of cold water hitting him top to bottom. Eventually, his body adapted to the temperature and he began scrubbing and washing himself as well as possible within a reasonable time period. The bathroom door swung once more and an arm dropped a fresh new outfit for him on the bath rug. To his surprise, his wife’s naked best friend then walked and naughtily snuck to the shower unit.

“What are you doing?”

“I have to get ready too! It’ll save time.”

“Jessica, please, I don’t have time for this.”

Completely ignoring his wishes, she stepped into the cold water which quickly dampened her hair and made her gasp.

“Jesus! That’s cold!”

She was awfully close to him now; calves brushed against his, nipples tickling his chest, hair poking his neck, she hugged him like she sought shelter from rain. All these mixed sensations clouded his head and he gave up suppressing the erection that now poked against her stomach. Instinctively, her hands fondled the boner while her eyes penetrated his, hot breath tingling his chin as she murmured seductively.

“Still want me to leave?”

Knees were shaky. Heart thumped in his chest. Matthew froze but not as a product of icy water flowing down his back. He made no objections when Jess teased his lips with hers and rubbed her body against his. As he became more accepting of the situation his hands landed on her firm ass and pulled her closer. Her lip play turned into sensual french kissing. It felt different this time. She wasn’t displaying cold, hard lust and the need for pure physical satisfaction. Her touch felt warmer, more caring; like they were familiar lovers. Maybe they had become so. The way her tongue danced around with his was soft and playful, not aggressive and dominating. One of her hands wandered off, feeling its way down to his balls. Her mouth abandoned his and teased his cheeks and neck instead while she moaned in delight at his fingers rubbing against her; some on her left nipple, some at her clitoris. Matt was infatuated, at that moment, with how perfect Jessica’s body was. His gaze circled her slender form and found next to no flaws; an abdomen that was muscular and slim, breasts that were not large but just the size to compliment her stature, and toned thighs and glutes that showcased hours of calisthenics..

“Turn around. I’ll be quick, gotta get you to work.”

At first, he hesitated. Then, as she maneuvered his waist, he obliged and faced the wall with the showerhead on it, water streaming down the top of his head. Her arms came around his sides and her pelvis pushed up against his ass. His senses burned anew when her left fingers touched his nipple and her right hand stroked his wet penis. His torso bent forward and he felt her follow his motion, pressing as close to him as she could till she could rest her head on his back.

“Mmm. Does that feel good?”

“Yes,” he breathed. Her finger lightly flicked his nipple, distracting him from her other motives. Matt felt alarming stimulation near his nether region. “Relax.” She whispered, kissed him one last time on his back and knelt behind him clutching his ass cheeks. His anus was now vulnerable to her, and unexpectedly his level of discomfort only subsided as she traced his backside with her delicate fingers. To her surprise, he was very much clean shaven down there; a few people must have poked around here before her, she thought. Pushing her index finger inside and stroking his cock with her other hand earned her an initial groan. His grunts turned to moans, as he acquainted with the pleasure of cold penetration. For a moment worry overcame him when he realised he would be very late to his job. But all anxiousness surrounding his responsibilities faded in an instant, as they lately have when Jess was involved. Dizziness threatened to break his balance and cause him to slip as she overwhelmed him with bliss. Knees on the hard tile, ass resting on her feet she pressed deeper now with her index and middle fingers whilst eagerly sucking on his testicles and jerking him off.

Loud moans came, noises Matthew never heard himself make; noises not normally heard from a man. After a minute or two, Jess stroked faster and reconsidered where her mouth should be. Icy and wet, her tongue plunged inside him and licked his walls. It was strange how, at times like these, random thoughts plagued him. His mind wandered and thought of Natalie and how she had never done anything like this to him before. In fact, this was the first time anyone had given him a rimjob and it felt heavenly. His wife had made love to him, made him feel happy. Jessica, it seemed, was more likely to push him, instill in him filthy desire and passion he never thought possible. In some ways, they both provided things the other did not. He felt as though he might be going through what she went through as well, when she was satisfied by Kevin; he couldn’t help but compare his only two sexual partners. Perhaps as well, women like Jessica and Natalie could not be confound to one lover. Matthew would be fine with that, except he feared how it would feel to him in the long run to be in such a relationship. Being monogamous with Natalie was all he knew; he did not have a promiscuous past like she did.  

He felt his boner twitch and a familiar feeling; the expectation of sweet release. Quickly, he turned around and interrupted Jessica’s licking. She let out a gasp and her hands knowingly grasped his buttocks. With some force he grabbed the back of her head and drove his erection inside her mouth, guessing she might appreciate his assertive action. His fingers ruffled through her short blonde hair when she took him deeper, down to his balls and back to his tip, spurring the seconds to climax.

“I’m… gonna…” He looked down and the sight of her was enough to trigger his orgasm; eyes narrow with insatiable lust, mouth accepting his cock fully, and hands grasping his wrists as if to pin them in place, his dick pumping down her throat. At some point he felt his legs getting weak so his back rested against the wall, eyelids closed and mouth open. She pulled it out early and let fluid land on her face and hair as she stroked it further till the last drop.

“I love making you come.” She smiled briefly and licked around his shrinking shaft.

“God… You are amazing,” he panted.

“I know. Now go, let me wash all this off.”

After she rose to her full height and exposed herself to the cool drizzle, he departed the shower unit and dried himself with one of the towels hung behind the door. The chill of exposing his wet skin to air faded as the cotton rubbed against his waist, then his lower half. Significant time had passed, alluded to by the fact that light in the bathroom seemed to protrude through at a steeper angle. On his way out, he grabbed the pile of clothes Jess had left out for him and chose to put them on inside her bedroom instead. They were a 2 piece suit, a white shirt and dark blue tie that matched. Judging from the material and brand, Jeff was no stranger to extravagant attire. Either that, or Jessica liked to dress people up. When he was finished dressing himself, his morning angel emerged with a similar towel round her hips. He was determined to ask her something he had sought answered desperately.

“Hey… You are on the pill, right?”

“Mhmm.” Her reply accompanied a smirk. “Worried?”

“Not anymore.”

She approached him and carressed his face gently. “I love getting creampied. And you liked creampieing me. So it’s very convenient for when I really like a guy.”

It was quite obvious, from the way Matthew stood motionless and quiet, that he might have been picturing an example of the scenario but with other characters involved. He also, for some reason, was curious as to how she came to know she was turned on by her lovers ejaculating inside her.

“Thought you’d be in more of a hurry.” Her voice snapped him back to reality.

Ah, right. His cell had a dozen texts he did not wish to read. Understandable, since he was 2 hours late and had missed many meetings. Matthew felt like his chest was being stabbed by invisible daggers, and the anxiety made him want to sit a while and calm himself down.

“What’s wrong?”

Baffled by her reaction, he stared at her in bewilderment as he realised how oblivious she was to the responsibilities of a government position.

“Jessica, I’ve caused the mayor a lot of inconvenience by being this late.”

“Matty,” she cooed, stepping around him to look at herself in the mirror hung on the far side of the room. “You don’t regret letting me please you, do you?”

The screen in his hands displayed dangerous frustration:

Turnback, you had better have a good reason. Are you ill? I was left unprepared for Senator Arthur. Call me now.

He couldn’t move. Having maintained professionalism and reliability all his career, it made his stomach turn to know that he would be depended on less just for one irregular morning. Was the joy he felt during that time worth it? Hell yes. But would the mayor see it that way? Probably not.

“You could just call in sick. Natalie’s always on about you never doing that,” she spied him through the mirror as she leaned in and adjusted some of her split ends. “It’s a Friday, is he really that busy?”

That much was true, he had his sick days saved up. For now he remained seated, eyes fixed on his phone, attention somewhere else entirely. He had a lot of thinking to do still, not counting how he would tackle the mess he was in. His gaze turned towards the window and he tried to make out his own house, again. The curtains were open, but there was nobody to be seen. Perhaps he could go home now. God only knew what his wife was doing with that bastard at this very minute. She hasn't texted or called him, which was unlike her. Even so, he wondered what she would say. The bed shook and Matt became aware of Jess planting herself next to him, sitting with one leg crossed and playing with his still moist hair like a mother comforting a child. It must’ve been clear to her he was distressed, as his hands were clasped together and his head was low between his spread legs.  

“You don’t look like you want to go,” Her empathetic tone almost sounded genuine.

“What should I do about Nat?”

Her hand fell to his shoulder, an affirmation of her compassion.

“Why are you overthinking happiness? Yesterday, you got off on seeing her with someone else. If you liked it, just accept that.”

“Great point, except that doesn’t mean it shouldn’t bother me. I might have some fucked fetishes, but that doesn’t make it right to cheat on me”.

“She didn’t cheat on you. She found out you had cheated on her with Kevin and she wasn’t even mad. She was happy you were open-minded. She told me she had an idea you might be bi but she never confirmed it till Kevin came over and told her about you two. He even said you told him you’d been with guys before.” Her hand was off his shoulder now as she reclined back away from him, uncrossed her legs.

“And another thing. This guy is a psycho. I think he stalked me or something; how else did he find out where I live? He came to my home...”

“I told him!” Jessica was a few inches further from him now, fearing some kind of backlash. He turned to look at her, betrayal in his eyes.

“What?!”

“I knew him from my gym! He told me about you and somehow I recognised the description, so. He kind of just asked nicely”.

“Asked nicely?” Matthew noticed his voice was beginning to sound hysterical. Usually, he liked to keep his voice calm and collected so he did just that.  “How long have you known him and how close are you that you are comfortable handing out my address to someone like that?” His efforts to keep quieter failed towards the end.

“Well, I just introduced him and Natalie. I wanted her to know you had been unfaithful, which by the way you seem to be in denial of.” She was on her feet now, walking towards her bedroom door. Not allowing her a chance to drop the topic, he got up after her. A glimpse of her ankle told him where to follow as she walked through the hallway right into the room next door. If not for how agitated he was, jeering comments would have been made on how Jessica had converted an extra room into a nearby walk in closet.

“I found out I liked men, and I wanted to try men. That’s not the same as me going out and having sex with other women.”

She ruffled through her hanged outfits, almost unaware there was someone talking to her. “Well, cheating is cheating. I should know. Besides, you tried men for quite a while from what I gather,” she said, giggling slightly. Behind her, a sound of irritation caught her ear and so did the footsteps of her guest leaving.

“Just don’t overthink it! She loves you!”

With fury enveloping him, his pace was quick. Hastefully, he put on his socks and his shoes and made his way through the hallway, down the stairs in loud fashion. He ignored the looks he received and left the house as fast as he could. No sooner had he planted a foot on the pavement then the call from Mayor Bannivan arrived:

“Sir, I can expl…”

“Turnback where the fuck are you? You realise I had to reschedule two meetings, one with the guys from AMCOR? Goddamnit! What is it? You sick? I don’t wanna hear…”

The phone barked and barked while he swallowed his pride and held his rage in. Something deep inside him stirred. It was that other side of him; the side that had seen Natalie take a dick and felt craving instead of treachery. The side that turned Jessica into his bitch when she begged him to. At first, he was weary of that side, thought it would only cause him turmoil, make things worse for him. But as time went on, he became more familiar with it and embraced it as a growing part of him.

“I quit,” he heard it say. Silence on the line. Matthew grew very conscious of birds chirping, dogs barking in the distance. At last, the voice barked once more.

“You what?”

“You heard me. I quit. I’m sick of you and your ridiculous needs. I won’t be fetching coffee. I won’t be managing your schedule, which by the way a 2 year old could do, and I won’t basically be doing most of your job for you. I quit.”

“You little…”

He heard a beep as he ended the call and returned the device to his pocket. The weight of all this reckless drama had not set in until he had reached the gate to his property. There he stood for what felt like eternity, contemplating why he had done what he had. Surely, regret was lurking around the corner, waiting to seep in and haunt him. For now, he looked at each of the windows on the first and second floor thinking maybe he could spot his wife; hopefully, without Tattooed Roid Hercules right beside her. Noticing that the gate was locked, it was easy to deduce that they had probably left. Good, he thought, since an awkward and maybe even conflicting conversation could be avoided. The gate swung wide with force and his feet shuffled along the path to the front door. The first thing a person would see, as they entered House Turnback, was the large study room to their right; bookcases filled with some of Matthew’s favourite literature, accumulated over his many years of reading. His wife used to joke about how she couldn’t believe a man could ‘read for fun’ before stumbling upon his proud collection. Sifting through some of the top shelves, he came across ‘Lokthamus: Rise of Tyrants’, one of his favourite all time book series. Favourite only due to the protagonist, Myrindal, whom Matthew sympathised and related to quite a lot.

The sky was lovely, sun shining not too brightly, and so he opted to read in the garden. Through the kitchen he snatched a bottle of cranberry juice and entered the gardens through the sliding doors. He reclined on his lawn chair, on the side of the garden with all the purple irises, and sighed deeply. Finally, all the elements that constituted a relaxing day were in place. Naturally, the vibrations in his pocket had to interrupt. He read, silently, a message that mixed relief and mild tension within him:

Hey babe, I have clients today but I should be done early. Did you like the show I put on last night? ; )

She had no idea he might be shocked, even infuriated by her behaviour. That, or she was taunting him. But that wasn’t like her. Natalie was a sweet and caring person, always had been.

We need to talk. I’m home if you have a break to chat.

Seconds after he hit ‘send’, he received a reply:

Can it wait? I’ll be home in around 3 hours. I hope you’re not mad xoxo

Matthew shrugged off the matter, putting it on hold for when his wife returned. Pleasant sights and sounds in the backyard of his home soothed and distracted him. Too much time he used to spend planning and organising, living for the future. He decided it best to live in the moment every once in a while. As the great big fiery orb moved along the blue, he felt more and more drowsy and crashed with the book on his face. When he awoke, it was to the sound of a voice calling his name and a tug at his sleeves.

“Baby. Babe!”

The book collapsed beneath the chair as he shuddered, awake from his deep slumber. Soft lips brushed against his cheek as his hazy vision made out Natalie’s face. She was smiling lovingly at him, as characteristic of her as ever. The sun was behind her head, making it seem like she radiated in her sportswear: grey and black striped leggings and a top that matched, with a gym bag on her left shoulder. Her brown hair was tied in a single bun, no doubt a practice by many athletes with long hair.

“I’m sorry. I see you are having a lazy Friday.”

Matthew rubbed his eyes and realised he had slept in his new suit. “I quit,” he said, with as much urgency in his voice as a careless child. They locked eyes while her expression changed to one of concern, jaw lowering slightly then closing shut.

“Because of me?”

“What? No, I just… I don’t know, I don’t think I enjoy it anymore. I haven’t figured it out yet, but I’ll find something else. I promise. Let’s not talk about right now, all right?”

Her expression reset as she helped him up and gently kissed his lips.

“I believe in you. Now, have you eaten yet? I’m starving after that last session. Client was so obnoxious, always asking silly questions like ‘Oh, why do I have to stop eating the food I like?’. Crazy how some people don’t want to make sacrifices and still expect results. Come on! I got us some grilled chicken salads with avacado!”

She pulled him up off the chair by his arm. Before she could let go he grabbed hold of her wrist. Hunger plagued him, but not enough to get him in the mood to eat. More important things occupied his mind currently.

“Why did you have sex with a stranger and then make me watch?”

To his surprise, she was taken aback by the question. “I thought you’d like it. Me and you switching partners. Like we were sharing our desire to be intimate with other people. I know you’ve been going out, getting yourself involved with others and I’m ok with…”

“How is me being with men the same as you being with men. I would never go out of my way to cheat on you with a woman and then flaunt it in front of you like it's some accomplishment.”

“That wasn’t what I was trying to do.” Her voice became fragile, as if it would fail her if she continued. “I wanted to experience what you experienced, I wanted to share that with you. And I thought it might turn you on.” She was now holding on to his arm in an attempt to reconcile with him. His gaze was distant, on a bush in the middle of the garden. She sat them both down on a stone bench that rested against the wall of the living room.

“I didn’t want to make you mad. I just thought since you always talked as if you wanted to watch me have sex with someone else that you might actually like it. I don’t know, it really seemed like you did. And you had sex with my best friend! Which, again, I’m fine with…”

“I didn’t ask for that.”

“No, I know but I liked thinking about it! I did. It was twisted and dirty and it made me wet…” Something about Matthew’s hair made women want to play with it when they wanted to calm him down. He felt as though he was a beast, tamed to become a housepet through the delicate ruffling of a woman’s touch.

“Matty, Please. This isn’t fair at all. You’ve been sneaking around way before I ever met Kevin. If you really didn’t like it, I understand. But you can’t hold it against me! I won’t do it again. Let’s just forget about it.”

As she caressed and kissed him everywhere she could, he visualised more of what transpired last evening, but also the sensations that overtook him. In front of him was the window he spied them from, the jock lifting his wife up on his cock, fucking her senseless against the glass and then lowering her on all fours. Matt remembered the way the jock’s ass clenched as he ejaculated all over his wife’s back. Most of all, he remembered her on her knees, groping his large penis and taking it all in her mouth ardently. Yesterday, Matthew Turnback was divided; between a version of him that had hated his wife and her new lover for humiliating him and a version of him that desired to witness everything they offered and be a part of it. If the events of today’s morning revealed anything, its that he was becoming more and more the latter version. She had asked him to ‘just forget about it’. When he realised that there was no way back, he resolved to go forward instead.

“How big was he?” He asked her simply. She ceased kissing down his neck.

“Huh?”

“Was he bigger than me?”

“He wasn’t that big, just a bit girthy. Who cares, I was thinking of you the entire time.”

Matthew was tired of sweating in his suit so he took off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt, placing them both on the nearby lawnchair. If being with Jessica had taught him anything, it was that sometimes a woman crave a man who’s in charge. So he pulled his wife off the bench and in one quick motion scooped her up by her side, making her squeal in surprise. He might not have been as strong as Kevin, but he was strong enough to carry Natalie to the living room where he lay her on the length of the couch and stood above her. For a while, he examined her like he had seen her for the first time; noting how she had muscles everywhere, how incredibly fit she was. She turned around for him, giving him the best view there was; her firm, toned backside revealed by tight pants and her legs waving at him midair. Already poking through his pants, his member struggled to breath so he started to unbuckle his belt. She followed suit and took her shoes off, then her top. Before he could get rid of his pants completely she stopped him.

“I like it when your clothed and I’m not.”

He forced her back down on the couch and proceeded to pull her leggings off. She wasn’t used to being commanded by her husband yet as he had never done so before. She helped him relieve her of her lower garment and his hands spread her legs down to her ankles.

“Was he bigger than me?” He asked again, looking intensely at her, ready to pounce. She understood now. He wanted to be pushed.

“Yes. He was bigger.”

He set one leg bent on the couch, the other standing, and pulled her by her ankles towards him. Their hands reached for each other’s sensitive areas. For him, his tip and shaft were massaged  excitingly. For her, his two big fingers inserted, allowing his thumb to rub her clit. When she was wet, they both guided his penis to her pussy, both sighed softly as it occupied space slowly. The clothed/naked scenario was working both ways. To have shed nothing but his jacket and to have his dick extend through the zipper into her felt powerful in a way, like he was her boss. She felt his rod fill her insides, and warmth as he began thrusting. His clothes tickled her skin as he pushed against her. When his arms came round her legs and pushed them together, she moaned and thought of how he was always fond of handling them. She felt proud, but she needed more. She wanted more. She could get more by pushing him.

“Matthew. Ah! He was inside me. Baby, he was tearing me apart. I couldn’t handle… Ooh!”

He had an intense look on his face as his thrusts became harder.

“Tell me about his cock. How hard was it?”

“Ah! It was so hard! I thought he wouldn’t fit! I felt like I was breaking! It made me come! Fuck!”

He let go of her legs and leaned forward, supporting himself with his hands on the couch. As he pounded his wife, the slapping noises filled the air, along with her pleasant shrills. Natalie pushed her face up to meet his and attacked his mouth with her tongue, causing her moans to mute. Her advances were rejected and she was forced back down to the couch with a grip on her neck. Her man clearly wanted less kissing and more talking. She greeted that grip with her own. Feet brushed against pants as she maneuvered her limbs and wrapped them around him.

“I loved it! I loved playing with his balls, I loved deepthroating him! He made me his, baby! He said he owns me!”

“That’s bullshit,” Matthew grunted. His thrusts became less frequent but more powerful. “You’re… Nhh. Mine.” She loved it. Her husband was more confident, more assertive than he had ever been. When they first met, she adored how quirky and cute his awkwardness was. She enjoyed that she wore the pants in the relationship and that he was more than ok with it. The decisions she made, he went along with and rarely objected. Even in private, he followed her; Natalie was always the mistress of their sexual adventures. But having him this way, awake and in control of things, it was like he was a completely different person. It was sublime. But of course, sex was always a battle to see who would end up on top.

Rolled over to his back on the floor, Matthew shouted in pain. As his wife straddled him anew, he quickly placed his hands on her butt. He felt the warmth and tightness of her womanhood once more, and now she had gripped his neck instead. Her hips rocked expertly, like a cowgirl on a trusty steed.

“Let down your hair. I want to see it.”

She obliged by untying her bun and shaking her beautiful strands from side to side. His wife contrasted Jessica in his head; one had short hair and was more petite, the other had bigger breasts and more muscles all around butin a feminine sort of way. Her flexibility meant that she could bend forward enough that their chests aligned and their lips could touch. Brown strands tingled his face as they frenched and fucked on the hardwood. Finally, she granted him air and turned to his torso. His kink was nipple play, she thought, and so she gave his right one a lick and listened to his breathing quicken.

“Tell me. Mmm. Tell me about Jessica. Babe, I wanna hear it. Tell me how she made you come.”

As if to prepare her imagination, she sat upright on his hardon and tilted her head back, eyes closed. It was his turn to move their bodies now, pushing and pulling her waist in circular motion to create voluptuous friction.

“I.. She showered with me. Went down on me. Unh! Even game me a rimjob. Swallowed my load.”

He felt her claws dig into his chest. “You… Uh! You are amazing. You’re making me close.”

“Wait!” Opting to switch positions, Natalie pulled on his arm and made him sit upright like her. With grace, she turned around for him, cock sliding out. Moments passed as he admired the raunchy view; a perfectly round ass with a wet pussy, begging to be ploughed.

“More! Fuck me like you fucked Jessica!”

Matthew had always done what Natalie asked him to. With his legs and knees parallel to hers, he plunged himself within her warm cunt. Before he could make his next move, she took initiative and pushed back and forth against him.

“Be rough with me! Use me like I was used yesterday!”

He pictured her in this same position but with someone else pulling on her hair, tugging on her and riding her for his own pleasure. He proceeded to mimic that behaviour. Some thrusts she bit her lip hard, some she cried out and slammed the floor. All thrusts made her breasts bounce around arousingly.

“Jess… Ah! Ooh! She told me you… Came in her. I want it. I want to feel what she felt! She said you destroyed her! Destroy me! Come inside me!”

The rhythm surged, their pulses rose as Matt poured his strength and gave his all. Lewd sounds filled the living room, both the result of rough clashing of naked skin and the mouthing of sexual fulfillment. They both felt what was to come, manifested differently; Matthew was at the apex of his lust, and Natalie’s hands were yanked on, making it harder for her to keep her torso level.

“I’m… Coming,” He blurted, tightening his grip on her wrists and dragging her arms backwards like reins. At last, she felt his contractions. With this climax came a flood of warm liquid pouring through her, while she was forced into a position of submission; ass cheeks glued to him as he emptied his load. He felt a slight squeeze on his still hard penis, an almost painful pressure.

“Ah, Fuck! Fill me up!” She cried out, hair falling to her sides as her head tilted downwards. When he released her, she milked him with a few thrusts of her own, and caused him to collapse backwards. They panted like dogs for a couple of seconds, both recovering from intense sensations. Soon after she stood and lay on her side to his right, elbow supporting her head. Their relationship had been cultivated, and fostered, on the notion of comfortable silence; the idea that they could sit together for hours at a time not say a word, and yet there would be no awkwardness. There was no need to fill that space. Being around one another, looking at each other was enough for them. Silence could speak volumes at times.

“I love you,” Matthew said, breaking the quiet.

Her response was to adjust herself and hold his head in her hands, kiss him delicately and passionately. He accepted her now and brushed her hair aside. When they grew tired of making out, she cuddled him with her head on his chest and traced his exposed belly button.

“God, I’m starving, honey,” she expressed.

Matthew was daydreaming again, lost in his own thoughts unable to return to reality till he was beckoned to it. His wife was used to it.

She looked at him and said, “Screw the salads. Do you want pizza? Just this once though, I’m thinking anchovies. I don’t know why, I have a craving for anchovies. And pepperoni. We should just put everything on it. Especially olives. And Mushrooms…”

When Natalie’s phone rang, Matt unconsciously sprang into action to try and look for it. From the kitchen dining table, he retrieved the vibrating device and unintentionally read the caller ID:

Big Dick

A sly curl of his mouth formed, accompanied by a faint disturbance in his stomach.

“Guess who it is…” He handed the cell phone to his wife. After knowing who the caller was, she watched for Matthew’s reaction and saw no hostility or objection. “Answer it.” His tone was hard to read. Nevertheless, she wanted to see what his game was so she picked up on speaker:

“Hello?” She feigned ignorance.

“Hey, beautiful. Still in bed?” A husky voice asked.

“Kevin! You thought I’d still be in bed?”

“Not really, was just wondering if you could walk after last night.” Natalie covered her mouth, probably to suppress giggling.

“You still coming out to Merlin’s tonight? J said she’s not coming without you.”

“Mhm. I can’t wait. I’m bringing Matt.”

“Your spouse? He’s cute. Been waiting to show him a good time. Peace.”

As the line closed, they exchanged glances. Her expression was that of embarrassment, like she was caught trying to steal. His was that of astonishment and confusement.

“ What did he mean by that? “

Natalie shrugged playfully. “Maybe he’s just in the party mood.” Her smile seemed to be forced, as if, again, trying to cover up laughter. Old Matthew would have decided that she was hiding something. He would make it his ultimate mission to find out what it was. But this wasn’t old Matthew.

“What the hell,” he smiled. “I could use a drink. He’s buying.”

To be continued…