by Elia Winters
Ah, God, this was humiliating. “I’m not mad at you.” She put a hand to her head, like that might keep her emotions from welling up. Sam was a good guy. He didn’t deserve to be lied to, and he didn’t deserve the runaround she was giving him. “Look. I haven’t been honest with you.”
He stared at her, waiting, his whole body tense as he visibly braced for whatever she was going to say.
“I didn’t have a problem sleeping with Zach last weekend because I had a thing for him. But it’s not just him. I find a ton of guys attractive. You, obviously. I am so hot for you. But not just you. Other guys.” She let out a breath. Sam wasn’t talking yet, his expression still cautious, and she had to get all this out. “I slept with a lot of guys back in college, and you know that, and I’m not ashamed of that. I’m not. I know that’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Shit, this was way harder than she thought. “But that was old Abby. And I am embarrassed about her, me, who I used to be. Irresponsible, only caring about myself.” Her eyes prickled hotly with tears, and she blinked them back, because she was not going to cry. She took a shaky breath and kept going. “I don’t talk about college because I was a royal fuckup back then, and it almost ruined me. I was this close to flunking out, so, I decided to turn things around, and I left all that stuff behind. The dating around, the partying, the Campus Twenty. And then I found you. And you thought…you thought I was so wonderful, and I wanted to be wonderful for you. And I made a promise to you that I was going to be with you forever. You and only you. And I meant that. And now that we’re doing all these things, these dares, I’m seeing this other part of myself come back, and I’m…” She closed her eyes. “I’m ashamed of her.”
She took a minute to catch her breath before opening her eyes. Sam went to speak, but she held up a hand. “No wait. Let me finish. I shouldn’t be that person anymore. I should have grown up. I should have become more mature. And now, I’m here in this party, and I’m looking around at all these guys, and I’m thinking about…” Shit, she might as well make this as bad as it could get. “I’m thinking about them fucking me. I’m having these fantasies that I just should not be having, and I’m embarrassed, and I feel like it’s all started because we opened the floodgates with Zach, and we opened things up a little, and I don’t know how to close them again.” She twisted her hands together, thumbs pressing into the skin, the sensation some way to anchor herself and keep from flying apart. “I love you, and I don’t want to lose you. And I’m sorry.”
She braced herself for his response, whatever that might be.
…
Abby had to be kidding. There had to be another part of this story, the one where her literal freak-out made some sense. But that was it: she was still attracted to other men, and apparently, feeling really guilty about it.
“I don’t understand.”
She looked away. “I know. I know you’re probably disappointed in me, and you might be a little disgusted. I know it was hot when it was Zach, but that was a one-time thing, a fantasy. I don’t plan to act on any of these feelings, obviously. But I don’t want you to be disappointed in me.”
“No, I mean, I don’t understand why you think I’d be upset by this.”
“Because I’m turned on by other men!” she said. “Like Stephan! I think he’s gorgeous, okay?”
“He is gorgeous—” Sam began, but Abby cut him off.
“Yeah, and I keep thinking about him, like, pushing me up against the wall and fucking me. Putting his hands all over me.” She seemed to realize she was getting loud, and she clapped a hand over her mouth, and glanced toward the closet door. Outside in the hallway, everything was silent, and she continued a little quieter. “I don’t want to cheat on you, Sam. I don’t want you to think I ever would. I feel so fucking guilty about all of this. And it’s all because of this game, because of this stupid game, and I’m having these feelings that I’ve been able to hide for years, and I can’t hide them anymore.”
Oh, Abby. He wanted so badly to touch her, and he started with her hands, gently closing her twisting fingers in his to try to settle them. “Abby, if I didn’t want you to sleep with someone else, would you do it anyway?”
“Of course not, that’s what I mean. I would never do anything to betray you.” She was starting to get worked up, her voice catching.
“What if.” He cupped her hands from both sides, holding hers gently. “What if I wanted you to sleep with someone else? Like with Zach. What if I wanted that again?”
Abby’s face twisted in a confused grimace. “I don’t know why you’d want that.”
“Because it’s fucking hot, Goddamn it.” He pulled her closer to him. “I’m not ashamed of your past, and I don’t want you to be, either. You don’t have to change who you are for me.”
“It’s all mixed up in my head, though. Being a selfish, irresponsible college kid and…all this kinky stuff. They’re from the same parts of my life. I worked hard to grow up.” She looked down at their entwined hands. “And growing up meant I got a degree, a good job, and most of all, I got you. These fantasies make me feel like I’m betraying this person I worked hard to become.”
She was really living with this kind of angst, this turmoil? “Abby. I would have loved you no matter what. I love you more than anything, can’t you see that?” He squeezed her hands. “These fantasies don’t mean anything. They certainly don’t mean we don’t love each other. They don’t mean you aren’t a talented, capable, responsible, gorgeous, amazing woman. Because you’re all those things. And it is the fucking hottest thing in the entire world for me to watch you be that gorgeous, amazing woman you are with another man.”
The color rose high on Abby’s cheeks, a deep red flush. “I don’t…” she began, but then trailed off.
“I love that you have these cravings. These urges. I love this side of you.”
She was breathing more quickly, now, hope and worry and lust warring in her expression.
“I want to know you’re being pleasured.” He stepped into her, pushing her against the closed door of the closet, her tiny intake of breath so sweet in his ears. “I want to know that some other man is making you fall apart, that he’s enjoying you as much as I do.” He skimmed his hands down her sides, settling on her hips, and pulled her against him. At the press of his rigid erection against her soft belly, her eyes went wide and her mouth slack. “Does this convince you enough?”
Her eyelids fluttered. “But…I’m going to keep feeling this way. Aren’t you worried?”
“Should I be?”
She bit her lip. “I would never do anything to hurt you, even if I wanted to. I don’t want to want to.”
“But I want you to want to.” He smiled at how silly it sounded. “And I want you to want to want to.”
Abby smiled as well, shaking her head. “This is ridiculous.”
“Is it?”
He couldn’t wait anymore; he had to kiss her, mouth hot and wet against hers. She moaned, soft, needy, and kissed him back. He kept speaking against her mouth, words spilling out. “I want to watch other men fuck you, Abby. Or not even watch. Maybe I want you to go meet some man and sleep with him, and come home and tell me about it. Give me all the sweet details while I slide in your tight, wet cunt.”
“Oh God, Sam,” she breathed, shuddering.
He had to get inside her, right now. He skimmed her dress up her hips, pushing her back against the door, which rattled. They both paused, and without another word, shifted so she was pressed against the wall beside the door instead. She helped, sliding her underwear off, letting them fall to the floor, and he was already fumbling with his trousers to push them down to his knees.
Abby lifted up on her toes, and he hiked one of her legs up over his hip and drove his length all the way inside her. She was drenched, hot and so snug around him. Her breath caught as he fucked into her, and she clawed at his shirt, her fingernails digging into his back.
“You like that?” he asked, voice deep like a growl. “You
like the thought of me fucking your sweet, sloppy pussy after somebody else has already loosened you up?”
“Holy fuck, Sam.” She shifted against him. “Yes, God, I love that.”
“You want to fuck Stephan? Hmm? You like to think about his big cock splitting you open?”
“Shh, not so loud.” She put a hand over his mouth, but he pulled away and whispered the next words into her ear.
“I love it. I love thinking about you like that. I want you to be a total slut for me.”
She whimpered, her words trailing off, and that was just as well, because he could barely keep quiet himself. She squeezed around him like a tight, wet fist. “I can’t…” she breathed, barely audibly. “You feel so big like this.”
Her muscles were squeezing around him, so he must be stretching her, the position standing here tightening everything up for both of them. Items on the shelves near them were rocking with each thrust, their fucking less silent than when they’d started, but right now, Sam could only focus on this pleasure building deep inside his body. His climax was gathering from the soles of his feet, from every nerve ending. He couldn’t touch her clit like this, one of his arms bracing himself above her head, the other keeping her knee hiked up over his hip. He wanted her to come. Wanted to see her face when she couldn’t hold it in anymore, wanted that blissful expression to wash over her, that viselike grip as she clenched over and over again in pleasure.
Her breath stuttered, fingernails suddenly biting into his skin though the fabric of his shirt, and her whole body seized. With her head thrown back against the wall, eyes squeezed tightly shut, she could have been in pain, but those tight spasms around his cock weren’t spasms of pain. He couldn’t hold back anymore, thank God, and came deep inside her, pleasure whiting out all other thought and feeling. She gasped again at the sensation of him climaxing inside her, and then sagged against him, her leg slipping down off his hip.
For a moment, they just caught their breaths. The noises of the party were suddenly very close. Had they just done this? Had he just fucked his wife in the supply closet at the annual office party? Sam grinned at the thought of it, the decadence, the insanity of this action.
Abby started to laugh, quietly, pressing her hand over her mouth. “Oh my God,” she whispered. “Did we just do that?”
“Yeah. Yeah, we did.” Sam carefully withdrew, his cock sliding from her warmth. “You’re gonna be…kind of a mess.”
Abby held her dress up, looking down at her legs now pressed tightly together. “Fuck, it’s kind of hot, right?”
“What?”
She raised an eyebrow and gave him a tentative smile, nervous but laced with wickedness, letting the hem of the long black dress drop down to the floor. “Me, going back out to this party and talking to all these hot guys with your come still wet on my thighs?”
Sam’s soft cock gave a hard twitch at that, mirroring the stab of arousal her words evoked. “Christ, Abby.”
“You said you liked this side of me. So.” Abby picked her panties up off the floor and carefully folded them into a tiny square. They were mostly lace, anyway. She tucked them into his shirt pocket, where they barely made a bump. “Can you smell me?”
So he had to crush her against the wall again, kissing her hard, one hand tangling up in those thick red curls. “You’re killing me. If I could, I would fuck you all over again.”
She returned his kiss, then gently pushed him away with her palms on his chest. “You really want this? You’re really okay with me being attracted to other guys?”
“I really am.” He tried to brush her mussed curls back into place. “Now, we need to get back before someone figures out where we’ve gone.”
He shut the light off and opened the door a crack to peek out. The hall was clear, everyone in the main lobby and not, thank goodness, lingering around this hallway. Probably someone would be here if they’d been overheard. He cracked open the door and ushered Abby out, then followed a moment later.
“I’m going to head to the bathroom and freshen up,” she said, smoothing her dress down. “Get me a drink, will you?”
No one was watching as Sam headed back into the main room. As soon as he’d reentered the main space, a somewhat familiar voice came from behind him. “Well, hi there.”
Jo, Stephan’s wife, was leaning against the wall right around the corner from where they’d been hiding, sipping some kind of cocktail. She was in the main room, but damn, she had been close by. Had she heard anything? Jo was unreadable, a perpetually playful expression on her face, and now she was as damn unreadable as ever.
“Nice to see you back. Stephan was wondering where you’d run off to.” She took another sip from her glass, looking overly casual. “I told him you’d be back in a few minutes.”
He must have looked stricken. His face went cold, then hot, the color probably draining from it and then rising in a terrible blush. Abby was still gone, down the hallway near the bathroom.
“Oh, relax.” She chuckled. “You think Stephan and I never snuck around somewhere we weren’t supposed to? You have to do things like that. Keeps the marriage young.”
“Right. I, uh…” Was he supposed to admit it? Deny it? He didn’t know Jo that well, only through her husband. And, oh, damn, he and Abby had started off talking explicitly about Stephan. How much had she heard?
She didn’t seem bothered. In fact, she seemed relaxed, casual, confident. Was this a woman who was about to ruin his life? What could she do, blackmail him? Was this something people blackmailed someone over? Threaten to tell Stephan that Sam wanted him to fuck his wife?
He was getting ahead of himself, and Jo’s expression softened. “Look at you. Relax, relax.” She looked around to make sure no one was listening. “You’re way too worked up for somebody who just got fucked in a closet at a party.”
Damn, he needed a drink. “This isn’t something I normally do. Abby and I have just been trying a few things. Trying to spice up our marriage.”
“Right.” Jo nodded. She seemed to be measuring him up. “I don’t know you that well, Sam. But Stephan says you’re one of the best people he’s ever worked with. I know he appreciates your friendship.”
That was a weird turn of the conversation. “Uh, thanks. Likewise, about him. I like him a lot.”
“Yeah. Listen.” She stepped in and opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again, like she thought better of it. “We’re always looking for more friends outside of work. Especially friends who aren’t as uptight as some of the old-school people in Mapleton.” She smiled, and that smile could mean a lot of things. “Maybe we should all get together sometime? Go out to dinner?”
This conversation had gone in a strange direction. “Sure. Yeah. That would be good. I’d like that.” Abby was coming back down the hallway, looking as prim and proper as ever, and no one would know that her panties lay tucked away in his breast pocket.
Jo looked back to see Abby approaching, and gave a little wave before turning back to Sam. “Great. I’ll drop you a message.” She patted his arm, and then stepped away, headed over toward where Stephan was deep in conversation with someone else.
Abby wore a puzzled expression as she returned. “What did Jo want?”
“Oh, she just… She said they’d love to get together with us sometime. Because Stephan and I are such good work friends and all.”
Abby’s brow furrowed. “Sam Burke, what did you do?”
“Nothing!” Should he even tell her about Jo overhearing them? Abby was into that, but she might be too embarrassed, and there was something strange about Jo’s invitation. He didn’t want to read too much into it, but overhearing someone have sex and then inviting them out to dinner was…well, he could draw some conclusions if he wanted to. Being wrong would be disastrous, though. “We were just talking,” he added. “She’d been looking for us. She ran into me.”
“Okay.” Abby didn’t look that convinced.
“Come on.” Sam held out his arm for her
and smiled, trying to make it look natural. “Let’s go schmooze a little more, yeah? The night is young.”
Chapter Eight
The social media message popping up on Sam’s feed the next evening should not, actually, have been a surprise. He should have expected it from the conversation with Jo at the party. Still, seeing her name show up as a message request sent him reeling back to the night before.
Hey. She sent him a smiley face emoji. You have a good time at the party last night?
That might be a double entendre, or not, but whatever. Yeah. It was a lot of fun.
Even beyond the closet fucking?
Sam stared at the screen. Jo was probably on the other end of the phone laughing. Or…was she flirting? She was married, and she knew he was married, but he didn’t know her that well, and maybe there was something else going on here.
I’m just teasing you, she added, not giving him a chance to reply beyond staring at the screen of his phone in disbelief. But I wanted to talk a little more about what I said last night.
Oh good. She was going to explain that she might have been misunderstood, and wasn’t actually propositioning them, and that maybe she was drunk, and there would probably be an apology in there somewhere.
Okay, he typed, not wanting to go too far and presume anything.
I overheard you and Abby in the closet.
That wasn’t news. She’d already teased him about it last night and then again today. I figured that out.
The little dots on the screen indicated that she was typing, and typing for a while, too. Some sort of big message was coming through.
No, I mean I overheard all of you and Abby in the closet. I heard what you said about Stephan.
Ah, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He didn’t normally swear much, but this was the time, and a whole litany of curses began running through his head. He started frantically typing, dragging his fingers all over the tiny screen of his phone. Why were these keys so small? I’m sorry, he began. We got carried away in the moment…
