“Do you have to be so… crude?”
She pressed on. “I’d make sure my next husband has a big dick. I’ve slept with enough guys that are average. I want to have one that’s big. Really big.”
“Thanks a lot, dear,” he said sarcastically.
“Just being honest with you when you’re not being honest with me.” Honesty wasn’t a strong trait for either half of their marriage at the moment.
“Small,” he said firmly. “I like them small and sleek. Probably it means that I’m gay because I don’t have thing for women with huge tits. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
It actually made sense from Ida’s perspective on Roger. It didn’t have anything to do with his sexual preferences; it had everything to do with his personality. He liked things streamlined and utilitarian, no embellishments or frills. Big boobs were unnecessary from a functionality perspective and a therefore didn’t appeal to Roger’s personality.
“I’ll try to lose some weight,” she said to him.
“No, no, it’s not that,” he said quickly. “I’m just used to your old body.”
“I understand,” she said and tossed aside the washcloths. Her chest was red and flushed, but more importantly, she wasn’t in pain.
But she was horny for some reason. It seemed like she was always horny lately. It was probably the milk…and her affair with Thomas…and maybe her husband’s renewed interest in her…and maybe because she wanted to win him back from his girlfriend.
“Wanna fuck?” she asked him abruptly when she caught him staring at her naked breasts.
“What?”
“Wanna fuck?” she asked again, a smile on her lips. She tossed aside her robe and got up on her hands and knees, facing away from her. Her hips and ass, like her boobs, had grown over the past year, but she wasn’t fat. She hoped from his perspective it would be an attractive view. “Fuck me doggy style and you don’t have to look at my big ugly boobs. And if I leak a little, it won’t get on you.”
“Do you really think I’m so shallow that I just want to fuck you and don’t care about the rest of you…you and your body?”
“No,” she said quickly, looking over her shoulder at him. “I’m just horny and I want to fuck. I’ll do whatever it takes to get you to fuck me.”
“You…you really want to?”
“Fuck yes,” she all but begged. “Unless you can’t get hard,” she teased
Roger all but tore off his clothes. Even though he did it quickly, he still managed to do it precisely which to his mind must have meant quicker. He was naked and, much to Ida’s excitement, hard without her having to do anything.
As he climbed on the bed behind her, his cock seemed almost too big, it got in the way as he tried to help her out of the yoga pants and conservative mommy underwear she still had on. It was a thrill knowing that she could still affect him that way.
When he finally had her naked, it took some doing to get into the right position. Normally when they had had sex before it was always missionary position, very rarely would Ida get on top and ride him. The number of times they had fucked doggy style would be numbered on one hand.
Luckily they were both horny. He was hard. She was wet. They had both had plenty of practice with their respective lovers. Ida knew how to arch her back and reach between her legs to guide him in. Roger knew how to steady her with his hands on her hips and carefully probe at her pussy, searching for her entrance.
When they finally connected, it was heavenly. Ida groaned as his cock pushed into her, opening her up, going deeper than she ever remembered. Maybe she was wrong about his very average cock. Roger realized that Ida’s pussy was without doubt physically hotter than Betty’s, it also seemed wetter and more inviting, but those values would be nearly impossible to measure and codify. That didn’t matter at the moment. They both turned off their higher functioning brains and let their animal nature’s take over.
It made the sex better.
Roger was just the right amount of rough while fucking her and she was the perfect amount of submissive touched with a vocal encouraging.
“C’mon, fuck me,” she begged. “Fuck me harder. That’s right. Slam it in. It’s been too fucking long. I used to fuck like a slut back in college. Make me your slut again. Fuck me like a slut. Make me cum. Make. Me. Scream. Uh. Huh. Harder. Harder! I don’t want to have to find some other guy to fuck me. To make me cum. Harder! Slam it!”
Roger unexpectedly slapped her ass when she became too demanding. That tightened up her pussy. That reminded him of his girlfriend and his guilt made him spill his seed into his wife. The hot invasion of his semen was the thrill she needed to cum as well.
“You’re not going to have to find another guy,” he told her after they were done but their bodies were tangled together with sweaty limbs.
“What?” She was certain he knew something of Thomas.
“You said you didn’t want to have to find some other guy to fuck you. I’m no expert, but I’m sure that was pretty fucking good sex.” Roger didn’t sound exactly smug, but he was bordering on arrogant.
He wasn’t wrong about it being good sex.
He was wrong about her finding some other guy.
Chapter Twelve
Convincing Thomas to have sex with her while she shot milk all over his body was easy. The hard part was convincing him to do it while she took pictures of them doing it.
“C’mon,” she pleaded, “your face won’t even be in them. These are all about me.” To help encourage his thought process, she cupped her hands under her breasts, which were still covered by her shirt and bra, while lasciviously licking her lips. The look she was going for was horny vixen. She hoped she wasn’t coming off as awkwardly desperate suburban mom.
Thomas only had one question. “Why?”
“I want something to remember you—and us—by,” she said, trying to spin a convincing lie. “We’re not going to last forever, are we?”
Thomas shook his head. “I don’t believe you. And why would you want pictures like that?”
Dropping her hands from her tits, Ida tried the honest approach. “Because I’m going to send them to Betty as reference photos for a picture I want her to draw of us.”
Thomas looked at her with incredulity for longer than she could stand. “Why…why would you do such a thing? Do you want to get caught?”
Ida ducked that question. “Do I have to have a fucking reason?”
He took a half step back and folded his arms over his chest. “For this? Yes.”
Grimacing, Ida looked away. “She doesn’t know what I look like. Or at least I’m pretty sure she doesn’t. She has that weird art site so I want her to make some weird art for me. Sort of a ‘fuck you’ to her.”
“And to Roger?” He said it as a question, but it was a statement.
“Maybe,” she hedged.
“Are you getting off on the idea of having your husband’s girlfriend drawn porn pictures of you—and me—indulging in…fuck, I’ll say it, indulging in a kink we both enjoy?” It was a perfect summary of the situation.
“Maybe,” Ida allowed.
“That’s fucked up,” he told her.
“So?”
Thomas shook his head slowly back and forth. “As long as you know what you’re getting into,” he said. “And as long as my face isn’t in the pictures. This is all going to come down on your head, not mine.”
His agreement, such as it was, made Ida happy. She brightened up immediately. “Yup. I’ll all set for that.”
As it turned out, they had to use the little stand for Ida’s cell phone to record the video. Thomas reviewed it when they were done to make sure only his body was featured and not his face. The back of his head appeared in it, but his plain brown hair was hardly notable; Ida was the star.
He even indulged her a bit and held the phone while taking a few pictures. Ida found she liked performing. Maybe it was just for her and Thomas, but the thrill of where it might wind up was chilling a
nd exciting.
Thomas didn’t mind that she grabbed her breasts and squirted him with her milk. That was something he would happily indulge her in. It seemed a little unnecessary to him, however. “I don’t think you’re going to need to capture the perfect spray of milk,” he said as she asked for yet another picture. “If she’s a halfway decent artist, she’ll be able to fill in the blanks.”
When Ida looked at the video and still, she was profoundly confused. She didn’t especially like looking at pictures of herself but seeing herself perform such a lewd act was somewhere between freeing and disturbing. While she liked what was going on, it was strange to think that this was where her life had wound up.
“What do you think?” Thomas asked her.
“I think it’ll do.”
“I think you’re crazy…and kinky,” he added, kissing her.
She kissed him back and felt his hands groping at her tits. She broke the kiss. “They’re still pretty full.”
“I know,” he said as he kissed his way down to her breasts. “But I’m not going to leave them that way.”
Ida spent so much time examining the video on her cell phone that she actually got the battery down to the low power warning. She ignored it. She was in the middle of trying to decide if a bit more needed to be trimmed so that the edge of Thomas’s face wouldn’t show when the phone shut down entirely.
“Shit.”
The kids were in the living room screaming like banshees. Ida plugged in the charger but the phone didn’t immediately come back to life so she could continue her work.
“Shit.”
Instead of indulging in her kink and simultaneously undermining her marriage, Ida got to work on dinner. After giving the phone a good half hour to charge she realized that Roger would be home at any moment and quickly finished playing with the video before taking a deep breath and sending it off to Betty.
Maybe nothing would happen.
Maybe Betty would die of a heart attack after seeing her lover’s wife in the video.
Maybe she’d get back a really sexy drawing of herself that would have to be hidden in the bedroom closet for years and years for her kids to find and be traumatized by when they’re teenagers.
Or maybe Betty would share it with Roger and that would be that.
Ida hoped that nothing would happen.
She had been staring at her phone for so long while making dinner that she didn’t hear her husband come home and walk into the kitchen.
“What are you looking at?” he asked Ida which startled her to the point of jumping out of her skin and gasping like a diver inhaling fresh air after being beneath the waves for an hour.
“Fucking Christ!” she exclaimed. “I didn’t hear you come in!”
“Sorry. Geez, what an overreaction.”
“Don’t sneak up on me!”
“Dinner’s almost ready. We’ll eat in five minutes.”
Roger gave her a kiss on the cheek and gently patted her waist. His hand wasn’t quite on her ass, but it was close. She actually found herself wishing he would slide it lower.
Ida wanted to have the courage to confront her husband, but she didn’t. It was easier to just ignore the problem and hoped it would go away, even though it would never go away.
When Roger wandered off to get ready for dinner, Ida’s phone vibrated with an email alert. It was a reply email from Betty. She knew she would have deleted it and blocked the other woman’s email address.
She didn’t.
The email was to the point.
This is different. kinda sexy…both u and the guy and the vid was hot to. Size and style we discussed will be $120. I can have it to u in a week. I accept paypal or venmo, half up front.
Ida figured that she could cover most of that cost through the sale of the breast pump, that way Roger wouldn’t have to know.
She wanted him to know, but she knew he’d be disgusted by it.
Even so, she imagined how sexy it would be to see herself memorialized in a medium associated with real art and not just tawdry video and pictures. And maybe Roger would have a change of heart…
That night, as they got ready for bed, Ida walked around the bedroom topless for a few minutes, seeing if she could attract Roger’s attention.
“Are they still painful?” he asked when she finally put on her nightshirt.
“What?” She had thought he wasn’t watching. “Why do you ask?”
“I thought you weren’t wearing a bra because they hurt.”
“No, I mean…there’s some pain still,” she remembered to lie because she wasn’t going to go into his and her infidelity just yet and she was supposed to be suffering as she weaned Justine away from her breast milk. “I’m coping.”
“Would you mind if we…”
He trailed off and Ida let it hang there a minute before she finished the thought for him. “Had sex?”
“Yes.”
“With you?” she asked, a smile on her lips.
Her smart ass response quickly made him exasperated. “Do you see anyone else in this room?”
“Well, I could have sex with myself while you watched.”
That seemed to pique his interest for a moment, but he shook it off. “I’d rather do it with you.”
“Doggy style again?” she asked, letting her hand drift down between the sheets to cup his cock through his pajama bottoms. He was already hard. That made Ida think. It had been several days since she had looked at his phone. What was his relationship with Betty at the moment? She had no way of knowing if they were fucking all the time at the office or if they had ended it. That made his infidelity even more exciting to her which she knew was fucked up but she couldn’t stop her thoughts from going there.
“What are you doing?” he asked abruptly, shaking her out of her reverie.
They had been kissing and her hand had been busily stroking his hard cock. Somehow he had gotten it out, probably with her help, and she hadn’t even noticed she was jerking him off.
“Getting you ready for me,” she said smoothly, hoping he wouldn’t notice she had been lost in her own thoughts.
“I’m plenty hard.” He pushed her hand away and moved on top of her. His hand went up the bottom of her nightshirt and pulled down her panties. As always, she was wet and ready for sex. That had been her default state lately, not that either Roger or Thomas had complained. Maybe her body just needed more sex now. That thought delighted her.
Roger somehow quickly got naked and took his position between her thighs, pinning her down, getting his cock where in belonged in what Ida remembered too many women in college called “the seat of power.” It didn’t matter what they called it because it still felt good when he put his cock all the way into her. His weight was on her body and it felt good when he crushed her mostly empty tits. He didn’t mind and, oddly, her nipples didn’t leak. Maybe she was so used to it only being Thomas who nursed from her that Roger did absolutely nothing for her tits.
What he did for her pussy however…she quickly found herself gasping and moaning as he thrusted and penetrated her. Without thinking about it, Ida’s legs went up and wide, letting him in deeper. She was as open and vulnerable as she had ever been. It was perfection.
The orgasm crested over her body quicker and harder than she expected. A glance down at her chest showed her nightshirt to be wetness-stain free. They were still covered up, but Roger apparently didn’t care about her tits. He looked down at her with a satisfied grin on his face. “That was quick,” he said.
“I needed to be fucked.”
“Do you need more fucking?”
“Uh-huh.”
That was all the encouragement that Roger needed. He shifted his body. Before he had been lying on top of his wife with his forearms on either side of her, but now he turned his right arm, laying it across her collar bones, further pinning her to the mattress. Ida felt trapped, but it was a pleasant trapping because it was exactly where she wanted to be at that moment.
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nbsp; When he started fucking her again, it wasn’t the pleasant sensations of a married couple that had been in this exact position for years, but instead it was the violent actions of a man desperate to get his sexual lust satisfied while completely unconcerned for the welfare or pleasure of his partner.
It was hard and rough.
Ida loved it.
She had never had any real difficulty in achieving orgasm because she knew her body and wasn’t an uptight prude, getting fucked that way by her husband made cumming incredibly easy. He just slammed his cock in and out of her and she had another quick, sharp orgasm, much to her surprise, and then another one just as he finished inside her.
“That’s the way I want to be fucked from now on,” Ida said.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I don’t want it any other way.”
Chapter Thirteen
The rope they used was obviously not the sort that one had just casually lying around the house. And it had been used before; Ida could see that because she wasn’t stupid. When she had told Thomas she wanted him pinned down to the bed while they fucked so she could spray him with her milk, he was happily willing to go along with her plan.
He formed the knots that went around his wrists and showed her how to tighten them up once the rope was looped around the bedframe. As bondage went, it was as mild as it got and it wouldn’t have been that difficult for him to escape, but that wasn’t the point. She just wanted to be in charge for the moment and have an easy way to keep his hands off her body. Maybe the ropes had been used on Thomas before, maybe he had used them to tie up a former lover. Either way, Ida didn’t care. She was getting what she wanted: a man’s body as her plaything.
It was an easy process orchestrated entirely by her. He got naked and she tied him up. His cock wasn’t hard as he lay on the bed, but she could tell he was ready to spring to action. She took her time taking off her clothes, but stopped once she was down to her bra and panties, a carefully matched set because this was her fantasy to be fulfilled.
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