by Vivian Ward
He must’ve jacked off after he went to bed!
Did I really have him that worked up? Thinking about him stroking himself turns me on, especially if he was thinking about me while he did it. I quietly close the door and head back to my bedroom where I pull my favorite toy out of my nightstand and start to pleasure myself.
His hand sliding up my thigh is the first thing that comes to mind as I begin pulling my pajama pants down. Once I’m nude from the waist down, I begin to rub my clit and try to mimic the same motion that he used but I can’t get it quite right. It all happened so fast that I don’t remember exactly what he did but what I’m doing feels pretty damn good, too. Rocco stirs in his sleep, causing me to pause for a second, until his hand cups my breast but he continues snoring.
I turn on my vibrator and slowly insert it, pushing and pulling it in long, rhythmic strokes as I continue to massage my clit. My mind focuses on what Harley’s fingers felt like inside me as we passionately kissed and a deep, intense orgasm slowly begins to build. Turning the speed up on my toy, I push it in as far as it’ll go and put just enough pressure on it until it hits my G-spot. As soon as I’m about to come, I think about what it’d feel like if Harley’s dick were inside me. I picture my legs straddling him with his hands on my hips as I ride him and it pushes me over the edge. My hips involuntarily raise off the bed as I plunge my toy even deeper and I ride out a long, powerful orgasm.
Spent, I collapse back onto the bed and tuck my toy away inside my drawer. I’ll clean it tomorrow when Rocco’s gone for work. I quickly fall into a deep sleep and dreams of being with Harley come right after another until morning when I wake up to an empty bed.
Chapter 14
Rocco
“How much longer?” The mayor asks as he checks the progress we’ve made on the mother-in-law’s quarter that we’re building in his backyard.
I know that he’s annoyed that he had to hire us to build it because his daughter’s graduating college and he thought he and his wife would finally have some freedom but his mother-in-law is coming to live here. His wife wanted her mother to have their daughter’s bedroom once she moves out but he refused—and I can’t say that I blame him. Nobody wants their mother-in-law living in their house.
“Maybe about a month or so? It’s hard to say because it depends on the electrician and the building inspector but if everything goes as planned, we’ll either finish early or right on time,” I assure him.
His daughter, Kendra, makes her way into the backyard and is wearing a tiny pair of blue jean shorts and a tight tank top. She’s only twenty-four and has the body of a goddess. Lately, she’s had a habit of coming back here when we’re working and completely distracts my crew. All the guys know she’s single and with the clothes she wears, it’s hard not to pay attention to her. I’ve had to talk to my crew a few times and tell them to ignore her so we get the job finished as quickly as we can. I’d say something to her dad but it wouldn’t do any good. She’s a complete daddy’s girl and can get away with murder.
“Oh, can I take a look at it?” She asks, nodding toward the building. I really shouldn’t let her inside the building but nobody tells Kendra no. Her dad has ties to some very prominent people in the St. Louis area and can make you or break you in just about any business you’re in, including mine.
“Be my guest,” I offer her, extending my arm. “Be careful of any tools or cords lying around. We don’t want anyone getting hurt.”
A bubbly giggle escapes her throat and she crinkles her nose. “I’ll be just fine but I’ll let you know if I need any help,” she says, making her way past us.
The mayor sighs heavily and tucks his hands in his pockets. “Let me know if I need to make any calls to help speed things up. My wife wants her mother living here sooner rather than later, and I don’t want her in our house,” he says, deep creases setting above his brow.
“No problem,” I say, shaking his hand. “I’ll let you know right away if we hit any snags but I promise you, I have the best crew there is.”
After he walks away, Kendra pops her heads out of one of the empty windows and says, “Yoohoo!”
“Yes?” I ask, trying not to stare at her cleavage that’s popping out of her top. Even as a married man, I try not to look at other women but sometimes it’s damn near impossible, especially when they have a body like hers.
“Can you come show me the room plans?”
I know I’ve showed her at least twice before but I oblige anyway. The last thing I need is for her to go back to her dad and complain about us. He’d pull us off the job faster than the speed of light. “Sure,” I say, stepping inside the tiny house.
As we walk through the rooms and I point out where everything will be once it’s finished, I can’t help but notice that she keeps brushing up against me. Sometimes it’s her hips or her ass, sometimes it’s her chest. Each time, I try to move out of the way but she’s relentless.
“What are you doing after work tonight?” She blurts out.
“Ummm,” I’m not sure how to answer her because I don’t know where this is going. “I don’t know. Why?”
Twirling her wavy brown hair around her finger, she tilts her head, dropping her chin and smiles at me. “I was thinking that maybe we could grab a bite to eat or something.”
“I’m married,” I say flatly.
“And?” She laughs, stepping closer to me. Her sweet perfume fills my nostrils and it smells so good. “It’s food, not fucking—at least not yet.”
I put my hands up in front of me. “Whoah, Kendra,” I say, trying to keep some distance between us. “I’m not that kind of guy. I don’t cheat on my wife.”
Laughing, she tips her head back. “I was only kidding, silly! Seriously, I’ve been watching you work and had some questions for you. I thought maybe we could go out to dinner and chat for a bit. Nothing too serious, I promise.”
I’m not sure how to take her because one minute I feel like she’s coming on to me and the next minute, she seems completely innocent. “What do you want to ask me about my work?”
Her manicured nails play with the button on my shirt as she looks up into my eyes. “My father may have mentioned that I’m finishing college but what he doesn’t tell people is that I majored in architecture.” Her ruby lips pout. “I think he’s ashamed of me.”
It seems insane that a father would be embarrassed of his daughter graduating college but I have to ask. “Why?”
A drawn out sigh escapes her lips. “He wanted me to go to school to become a nurse or work in law. Neither of those appealed to me but I’ve always been fascinated with building things so that’s what I ended up majoring in. He says it’s a ‘guy’s job’ and that women shouldn’t be in the field.”
I’m a little surprised but I can picture him saying that because he’s old fashioned. “Kendra, I promise you, we need more women in this field. Don’t let your dad’s dreams drag you down. You should be proud of yourself.”
“Really? You mean it?” She asks. Her sparkling eyes are begging of my approval.
“Yes, I really mean it.”
“So, what do you say? Dinner tonight?”
I hate to say yes but if I don’t, it could be very bad for me. “Sure. You pick the place.”
“Great,” she smiles. “How about seven? There’s a little Japanese steakhouse that we can go to and the chefs there are amazing.”
“Sounds good.”
When I get off work and go home, I relieved to find that Harley and Jules have already left for work. I feel a little weird taking out my boss’s daughter but it’s just dinner and doesn’t mean anything. I’m just glad I don’t have to explain where I’m going or what I’m doing to Jules.
I swear this damn house is tearing us apart. It was supposed to bring us closer together but it’s doing the exact opposite. When I’m not working on a job, I’m working on this house. Even with my guys helping me work on it after we’re finished for the day, the progress is coming along so sl
owly.
It seems like for every little piece we accomplish, something else sets us back. Getting the permit to build took forever and once I finally got it, we were able to pour the foundation. Of course, when we got that finished, the lumber was supposed to be delivered but the lumberyard screwed up my order and it was delayed. It took almost two extra weeks to get it in and once it was here, we hauled ass getting it all set up. Then when we were about to start putting up the sheetrock, we had nothing but downpours of rain for a week and a half, which makes it hard to work because you have to put the walls together before you can install electricity. Anyway, you get the point—nothing is going like it’s supposed to.
Not even a little bit.
Jules has come by the property a couple of times to check the progress and see how things are coming along but because of all the delays, each visit has been a disappointment to her. I feel like a failure of a husband. Not only can I not give her the baby we both want, but now it seems like I can’t build the house I promised her either.
She hasn’t vocalized any of this, of course, but I can tell by the look in her eyes. There’s no smile on her face, no reassurance in her voice, or even a look of sympathy from her. I know she’s probably just as aggravated as I am but I’m only human and can do so much.
Sometimes I just want to throw in the towel. Maybe she’d be better off without me. It seems like Harley’s the only one who can make her happy these days. Whenever he’s around, she smiles and laughs. She talks more, seems more caring and nurturing. When it’s just me and her, she’s quiet and distant. It seems like the chemistry between them is growing into something that’s about to ignite and there’s no stopping it. Like I said, I remember those looks when we first got together but now he’s the one who’s getting them.
But I still love her.
I refuse to give up on her, on us. Jules is my world and all I want is for her to be happy no matter what that ultimately means. All I can do is work harder and try to be around more. Sometimes I’m envious of Harley because he has free time to spend with her and I don’t. I guess if I was going to lose her, I’d rather lose her to him than some dickwad off the street.
And I don’t hold it against him. It’s not Harley’s fault. He’s not the failure—I am. Truly, he’s been a great best friend. He’s always there for me, for Jules, and helps with whatever he can.
I’m so conflicted with everything.
One minute, I love Jules and will do anything to keep her, and the next, I’m ready to hand her over to Harley. On the same token, one minute he’s my best friend and a complete God send, and the next, I want to punch him in the gut for getting so close to my wife.
It’s total torment.
And the worst part? I still fantasize about the two of them being together. I feel like I’m going insane! What man in his rightful mind worries about losing the love of his life, yet still wants to see her fuck his best friend? I don’t know what’s wrong with me but the one thing I do know for sure is that I love Jules.
I keep telling myself that things will get better. Maybe once the house is built, maybe once she finally gets pregnant, or maybe once she has that look in her eye for me again. I don’t know when it’ll all come together but it has to, right?
It probably doesn’t help that we’re back to having sex once a month. Ever since the doctor said I have a low sperm count, Jules said it’s best if we wait to save it all up until she’s ovulating so we don’t waste any swimmers to increase our odds of getting pregnant. And I know what she’s saying but sometimes I just want to be with my wife. She’s wrong if she thinks that I haven’t noticed her toys being left out. Normally, she’s pretty good about putting them away but on nights when she’s real tired, she forgets or falls asleep. I’ll wake up to vibrators or dildos being in the bed. I don’t say anything because what am I supposed to say? ‘Honey, you can’t masturbate’? If that were a marital rule, I’d have broken it a million times. There’ve been countless nights when I’ve jacked off because she was too tired and I was so horny, or she wasn’t in the mood for one reason or another. Hell, I still do it now because this once a month business is for the birds. We haven’t even had sex in over a month! I didn’t say anything, of course, but it wasn’t lost on me that we didn’t have sex this month when she should’ve been ovulating.
It’s been almost six weeks since we’ve had sex—and I think I know why.
I have this inkling that the two of them are having sex but I can’t prove it. There’s just something about the way the two of them act around me that’s different than before. I always knew they were close but now it’s like they try to hide it. They go out of their way to distance themselves from each other when I’m around. I’ve thought about setting up a hidden camera but I don’t know what I’d do if I found out that I was right.
The thought of them together turns me on and pisses me off at the same time. A tinge of jealousy courses through my veins but I can’t help but picture Jules riding him or him giving it to her hard and rough. I’ve thought about confronting them but I doubt they’d come right out and say, “Oh yeah, we’ve been messing around behind your back.”
Of course, I’m not perfect either. Kendra and I have been hanging out more and more, and she’s even been coming to the new house to lend me ideas. She’s been wonderful to have around and really has a knack for buildings and designs. I’ve thought about seeing if she’d like to partner together and become part of my company but I don’t think it’d be a good idea.
Even though she’s a few years younger than me and I’m a married man, there’s this sort of chemistry between us that’s near impossible to ignore. And it seems the more I try to distance myself from her, the more attracted she is to me. Sometimes she even shows up at the new house, unannounced. I was over there working one night last week and had had a few too many beers when she let herself in.
I thought I was all alone until she snuck up behind me and covered my eyes with her hands. “Guess who?” She asked.
I knew right away that it was her just by the scent of her perfume. It’s so sweet that it almost smells like cotton candy. “Kendra!” I said.
“Yep,” she laughed, uncovering my eyes. “Need an extra hand?”
Being a little buzzed, I nodded and said, “Sure, a little help is always good, right?”
The fact that she was wearing a tiny halter top with shorts that looked like underwear was not lost on me. I know that Jules dresses sexy, especially when going to work because it helps increase her tips, but this outfit made Jules look like she dresses for church instead of the bar. She walked over to my toolbox and grabbed a few nails to hold them for me while I hung drywall. It seemed like every time she handed me a nail, she stepped a little closer until we were so close that our bodies were touching.
Leaning against the drywall, she looked up at me with her doe-like eyes and pouted, sticking her plump bottom lip out. I looked down at her and asked, “What’s wrong?”
It was that moment when she got up on her tiptoes and kissed me on the lips. I’d never felt more excited, guilty, and turned on at the same moment. “Whoah, I have a wife,” I said, pulling myself away—which wasn’t an easy task.
“I know but if you don’t tell, I won’t,” she said, licking her lips.
I never thought I’d ever contemplate cheating on Jules but in that moment, lust had taken over and with the current state of our marriage, I struggled. We kissed again—a long, deep, passionate kiss that made my dick hard—before I finally said we both needed to leave before we did something we’d regret.
As I step out of the shower, I pad across the bedroom to the closet but my eyes land right on my sleeping beauty. She’s out cold, probably dreaming away, as I’m about to begin another long day of work. I so desperately want to climb back in bed with her and snuggle until she wakes up but I have responsibilities to take care of today. We’re finishing up a job for the mayor and I want to oversee it to make sure everything’s perfect.
After rummaging through the closet, I find a pair of work jeans and a somewhat decent t-shirt to wear today. I don’t want to wear a good shirt and ruin it, yet I don’t want to put on one of my old, faded ones just in case we do pictures with Mayor Thompson once we’re finished. As I’m digging out a pair of socks, Jules giggles in her sleep. A soft smile tugs on her lips and I wonder what she’s dreaming about. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I slip on my boots and hear her murmur something but I can’t quite make out what she says. She does this sometimes—talks and laughs in her sleep—and I think it’s adorable, I just wish I knew what she always dreams about.
Leaning over to kiss her on the forehead before I make my way out the door, she sighs and mumbles, “No, Harley, wait till he leaves.” My heart stops beating as my mouth pops open.
There’s no mistaking what just came out of her mouth. Shock set in that made me question everything I’d thought I’d known, thought I wanted, and made me realize that our marriage is in more trouble than I knew.
Chapter 15
Jules
His hands cup my butt cheeks as he picks me up and sets me on the kitchen counter. The cool marble feels good on my freshly spanked ass. I’m sure my skin a nice shade of candy apple red and even though I can’t see it, I can feel it.
Laughing, I tip my head back and his mouth is instantly at my throat. Licking. Sucking. Biting. Kissing. His coarse facial hair tickles my delicate skin but all I can think about is not getting caught.
