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by Max Sebastian


  Another giggle. ‘Girls like looking at hot pictures too, you know. While we…’

  ‘While you…’ he prompted.

  ‘You know… take care of business…’

  The big man picked himself up from the bed, beaming ear-to-ear at this funny, sexy little brunette. ‘Well when you put it like that…’ he said, taking off his jacket, slipping it over the back of the chair.

  ‘I do!’ Adrienne’s face lit up as she sat up on the edge of the bed, watching him take a step back as though he was going to perform for her.

  Gerard pulled off his shirt without even unfastening any of the buttons. A neat trick. Adrienne cooed at the sudden exposure of his muscular torso, and now held up her smartphone to snap a few pictures of him—and a few more as he removed his socks, and dropped his pants.

  ‘I like the thought of you… taking care of business…’ the tall, athletic man said taking a step toward her as she snapped a picture of him standing there in just a pair of skin-tight lycra boxer shorts, his huge package producing the most almighty bulge out in front.

  ‘A girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do.’

  From behind the curtain, Noah felt his phone buzzing, and struggled to reach it and switch off the vibrate feature before it alerted the slightly intimidating Gerard to the fact that there was another man hiding here in the room as he seduced Adrienne.

  His wife had sent him one of the pictures she’d just taken of her new lover, standing there in his underwear, providing full evidence of a very gifted anatomy.

  Her accompanying text message very simple:

  [Adrienne]: Are you really, really, really sure about this???

  Noah’s heart was racing as though he’d just sprinted the 40-yard dash. The feelings he was having were intense—there could be no doubting, he was absolutely terrified just now. The easy chemistry between his wife and this love rival, the affectionate way they looked at each other, touched each other, spoke to each other… and then the pure physical splendor of this man’s body… Noah was absolutely petrified that his wife would come back to him but no longer want him. And yet at the same time, he’d never experienced anything as thrilling as this, and so far it was only really anticipation. The sight of his wife so clearly enjoying herself, ecstatic in the energy of this new relationship, in the adoration of a gorgeous stranger who was not obligated by marriage to complement or worship her.

  He so wanted to see this man ravish her. To see her being naughty, dirty, sexy, her trim body on fire as he touched her, as he entered her.

  He texted her a response:

  [Noah]: I’m really, really, really sure, honey. Have fun, condoms are in the drawer xxx

  She didn’t know he was hiding in the room, either. Noah decided to keep it that way—let her do as she pleased with this guy without feeling the pressure of providing a show for her husband, or worrying that something she might do would hurt his feelings.

  Noah had a nice little hole in the curtain from which to see everything—and the huge mirror that spread across the wall behind the TV was perfect for giving him vision on the bed from almost every angle.

  Gerard saw her peering at the phone screen and said, ‘You are sending her a picture, aren’t you?’

  She giggled. ‘I’m just telling her everything’s fine, she doesn’t have to keep worrying about me.’

  Gerard turned back from where he’d been hanging up his suit pants in the closet—no leaving them in a pile on the floor for this stylish lothario, that was for sure.

  ‘No more pictures,’ he said.

  ‘Not even for me?’ she grinned.

  ‘You’ll just have to use your memories of tonight when you’re… taking care of business.’

  Adrienne nodded, and opened the bedside drawer a crack as though merely to slip the phone in there, but Noah could see her looking for the packet of condoms—and seeing it there, take huge reassurance that her husband really was on board with this, this really was what he wanted to happen.

  He wouldn’t buy her condoms if he wasn’t absolutely fine about her using them, after all.

  ‘We’ll have to make it memorable then,’ she said, dropping the phone in the drawer.

  ‘Come here.’

  She stood, reached up, slung her arms over his shoulders, pulling herself into another passionate kiss. Noah felt his stomach being squeezed as though by an invisible vice as he watched them just kissing each other, for ages and ages, hands roaming all over each other’s bodies, lips pressing against lips, tongue sliding against tongue.

  Noah was feeling a touch more jealous, a touch more insecure than he thought he would. Oh, he trusted Adrienne, trusted her as much as a man could trust a wife. But the way she kissed this man, the way she held him, touched him. It seemed like a first date, a first date that would lead to a second, a third, a fourth, then questions about seeing each other regularly, moving in together, maybe committing their lives to each other.

  He had to purposefully stop himself from thinking that way, he had to force his paranoia into a little locked box at the back of his brain—that was the only way to cope with this.

  She was letting him fondle her breasts through that thin dress, squeeze her butt, pull her body against him and that huge manhood stowed away behind nothing but a thin covering of lycra-rich cotton. Emitting thrilled little moans as he kissed her neck, as his fingers slipped under her dress to seek out those hard nipples of hers.

  So what if he hadn’t been trapped in this room? Noah would have been downstairs at the wedding reception as it came to a close, forced to wonder what was going on upstairs, what was happening to his wife, just how the adultery was going to go. Maybe it would have been easier to deal with it, not being in the room. He’d be able to go out for a late-night drive, maybe get some drive-thru somewhere, something to just distract himself.

  Instead, he was leaning against the corner of the room behind a curtain, watching his wife lay down, outstretched on her back across the mattress before the large, dark-skinned man lay over her, wrapping his bulging arms around her head as he kissed her, her knees locking his body in place over her.

  God.

  Noah was so hard. He had to focus on the arousal, not the fear.

  Gerard was kissing her neck, he’d already figured out that it drove her crazy, made her wetter than wet. His hands were all over her breasts, and it wasn’t long before one of them was between her legs, stroking her there, feeling for himself just how wet she was for him.

  The way they smiled at each other when they caught each other looking… Noah was so unnerved by it—and yet somehow, all that fear and trepidation only made the excitement more intense. It drew out the adrenaline, it quickened the blood, it made his bulging erection throb like there was electricity zapping through it.

  Noah watched the man kissing up along Adrienne’s thighs, enjoying the erotic textures of her white stockings, the lacy tops, the garters. So envious of him, that she would dress up for him when she never wore such finery for her husband. That she would shave her sex for him…

  Gerard reached under her dress with two hands and peeled down her panties. Panties she’d deliberately put on outside her garters for easy access. The man kissed her flat stomach, down her abdomen, then reached up to kiss her mouth while his fingers found her bare sex.

  Noah caught his breath as he managed to just about see the man’s hand between her thighs, his fingers slipping inside her. And Jesus, in the close confines of this relatively small room, he could already smell his wife’s arousal.

  She was really, really wet for this stranger.

  ‘Oh please…’

  Gerard kissed his way down her stomach, and this time continued moving between her legs, slipping his arms around her thighs and her hips as he nibbled her soft, smooth flesh around her sex.

  ‘Please…’

  Adrienne reached down, her fingers brushing through his hair, stroking him as he began to eat her pussy.

  ‘Oh Gerard…’


  Noah felt his legs turning to jelly. The noises his wife was making as this other man sucked on her pussy—the sighs, the gasps, the moans—were both insanely hot and horrifically alarming. What had he expected? Had he expected the man to simply go with Adrienne into a room and pull out his dick, then shove it straight into her a few times before leaving?

  But it was so sexy, the way she moved for him, gyrating her hips slightly as he feasted on her, her chest rising and falling with heavy breathing, her hands gently stroking up and down his powerful arms, her whole body undulating in the most wonderfully graceful—feminine—way as she lay there with her knees raised, her head tilted back, her eyes closed.

  Did she move like this for her husband?

  Gerard just devoured her, pressing his face into her pussy, going at her like there was no tomorrow, groaning and grunting as though he was a starving man and this his only sustenance.

  Noah couldn’t remember the last time he’d gone down on her. Immediately, it was all he could think about doing, it was verging on an obsession. And this new resolve only strengthened as he saw her suddenly gasping for breath, her body jerking, shuddering, her face screwing up.

  ‘Fuck…fuck…’

  He nearly came himself as he watched this other man make his wife come with his mouth and hands.

  ‘Oh… oh… oh…’

  Had Noah ever made his wife come through oral sex alone? He feared not…

  ‘Mmm… you taste good…’ the large man said from between her thighs.

  ‘Oh… oh Jesus…’ Adrienne was out of breath. ‘I don’t… I don’t think that ever… happened… before…’

  ‘You never?’ Gerard smiled as he pulled himself up over her again.

  ‘Not like that,’ she said. ‘You know… not without... being inside me…’

  Noah felt a shiver shoot down his spine. How had he never made her come other than through penetration? He felt envy ooze out of his pores at what this man Gerard had achieved with his wife—and at the same time, it thrilled him that this man was good, that he was giving her an incredible experience. And he resolved to be better in future. His cock throbbed at the thought of rising up to the challenge of making his wife come that way himself.

  The lovers kissed, and Adrienne didn’t seem at all put off by the fact that his face was slick with her juices. But now she rolled him over so that he was on his back on the bed, and she was kneeling beside him on the mattress, peeling off her dress, dragging it up and over her head, throwing it to the floor.

  She wasn’t worried about hanging up her clothes, that was sure. Only Gerard. Adrienne was more focused on the bulge between the man’s thighs, which her nearest hand now found, and began to grope.

  They kissed deeply as her hand curled around his shaft through the thin material of his underwear, massaging it, coaxing it, teasing it.

  Noah felt as though his heart was beating in his throat as he watched his wife kissing her way down the man’s hairless, muscle-bound chest, her hands moving to his waist, tucking into the top of his boxer shorts to disrobe him.

  God, he was huge. It was like an animal in its own right, a huge python that stood upright, proud, potent. Adrienne curled her fingers around it, and ducked down to take the tip into her mouth.

  Noah nearly lost it again. His beautiful wife—his loyal, decent wife—now had her pretty lips stretched around the head of another man’s cock.

  Oh God.

  Gerard reached between her thighs to slide his fingers back inside her dripping pussy as she sucked on his big prick, her mouth only able to take half of his length, her fingers helped stroke and pump the rest. She moaned as she sucked on him, and it wasn’t any kind of an act. Noah could tell she was getting off on touching this strange cock, this prick that didn’t belong to her husband.

  She was a naughty, dirty, pretty thing, and she was going wild filling her cheeks with a dick she had absolutely no business seeing, let alone touching, let alone taking inside her. Kissing it all over, licking from base to shaft and back again, stroking the huge thing all over her velvet cheeks, her nose, her forehead.

  It was so wrong, so obviously wrong, Gerard looked so very different to her husband—and yet like the fear, the very wrongness only leant power to the experience, for her, and for Noah.

  And now, at last, the big man was climbing off the bed, and Adrienne was sliding herself over the mattress to where he now stood, lying on her back with her butt by the edge of the mattress, ready for him to part her legs and enter her.

  Noah was all light-headed again, frantic. Panic was threatening to seize his heart, he had to actively suppress it and embrace the thrill of Adrienne completing her adultery. Behind the curtain, he shifted subtly, now peering around the edge of the fabric rather than through the hole in the middle, so that he could see around Gerard’s hip as the man stood between Adrienne’s thighs, that huge great staff swinging over her offered sex.

  He had to be careful, he had to prevent himself from making a sound when it happened, from reacting, from doing anything stupid to try to prevent it. It was too late to prevent it. Too late for questions about whether he and Adrienne would cope with this impact in their marriage.

  Gerard held her hips and slid his brutally erect cock over her glistening, open pussy.

  ‘Wait!’ Adrienne suddenly said, bringing the big African American to a halt.

  Noah was stunned. He could see the doubt and uncertainty in Adrienne’s face—and loved her for it—but now that she’d stopped her lover, Noah felt sharp disappointment that she might get this far, and not go all the way. Was she frightened how it would affect their marriage? Was she worried it would hurt her husband?

  Or was she herself having doubts about the morality of doing this, even if her husband was firmly behind her? Noah hoped fervently that she wasn’t going to decide that none of this was for her.

  Then she said, ‘I have protection. In the drawer.’

  Gerard looked at her a moment, blankly. Noah could see the man’s expression in the mirror behind the TV. Then a moment later, his face broke out into another one of his broad smiles. He reached for the drawer, and found the box of Trojans.

  ‘You’ve come prepared,’ he said in that deep baritone, and crouched, taking one of the condoms before tearing it from its packet, and though Noah couldn’t quite see it, he rolled the sheath down over his stiffness. Then he said, ‘Perfect fit.’ And stood up.

  Adrienne smiled up at her new lover as he positioned himself back between her legs, and now lined up the tip of his rubber-sheathed cock to nudge up against her slippery pussy lips.

  Noah gasped, and Adrienne gasped, and Gerard groaned as he now eased forward, against her, filling her tight pussy with his huge member. Noah saw his wife’s face being filled with wonder and joy as this new man stretched her with his big prick, taking advantage of just how insanely wet she was to slide the thing deep inside her, and fill her like she’d never been filled before.

  ‘Oh… God… Oh… Jesus…’ she panted, as though she’d never ever felt anything so pleasurable before in her life.

  It was like watching a virgin’s first time, or at least her first time without her hymen being torn.

  Noah was simultaneously envious of Gerard, jealous of what the man was doing to his wife, and fiercely turned on by seeing the man’s giant cock pumping in and then out of his wife’s beautifully shaven pussy, the man’s latex-clad shaft glistening with her copious juices.

  Jesus. The man was fucking her. He was fucking Adrienne.

  He lay on her, and Adrienne locked her legs and arms around him, pulling him tight into her as his hips pumped and his butt squeezed and he thrust his powerful column deep into her time and time again.

  The air was so hot in there, and now saturated with the dark scent of sex, of Adrienne’s arousal, of her perfume, of Gerard’s cologne, of perspiration. It was almost intoxicating to Noah, who now couldn’t prevent himself from slipping his own hard cock out of his fly, to touch it and s
queeze it as he watched the large African American man pounding into his wife, with Adrienne flushed and a little shiny from sweat, moaning, gasping, crying a little as the stranger fucked her.

  Wow.

  She was being so bad, it really was irresistible to Noah. He wanted her more and more with every moment, and yet it wasn’t a mental thing somehow. His body was simply craving her more and more as he watched this man fuck her. It was something instinctive. As he watched his woman being taken, his body was girding itself up with adrenaline, preparing him to go take on this rival and then reclaim Adrienne for his own.

  But as the two on the bed switched places, with Gerard lying on his back, so that Adrienne could straddle him and mount him, Noah felt amused at the thought of himself trying to take on the big man. He’d have been swatted out of the way like a fly.

  With Adrienne riding her new lover cowgirl style, thanks to the mirror Noah could see everything of the other man’s cock entering his wife’s pussy each time. Even though he was the one on his back, Gerard seemed to be doing most of the work, thrusting into her as he held her with those big muscle-bound arms strapped across her back. Frankly it was a wonder she could get so much of the man’s length inside her each time.

  Every time he pounded into her, her body shook, shock waves shivered through her shapely buttocks, and she let out a little cry.

  Time just fell by the wayside as he watched her riding him, and then Gerard entering her from behind. Noah glanced at the clock on the TV at one point and could not believe it was already 1am.

  Adrienne came again and again, her hair damp, her body glistening with sweat, the bed soaking with her juices.

  Finally, he pulled out, whipped off the condom and held his cock aloft as he shot jet after jet of thick cream over pussy, her abdomen, her stomach, her breasts.

  Chapter Seven

  It was now, more than at any other point, that Noah regretted offering a Hall Pass that was so open-ended. He’d told Adrienne she could spend the night with another man.

  Well, it was fair enough—supposedly he had spent all night with Virginia Lawson, though he couldn’t remember any of it but the exit.

 

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