I had grey skinny-fit jeans on, white trainers and a tight red T-shirt. My body looked good, even if the rest of me didn’t. I hadn’t shaved in days and my usual well-groomed stubble was itching my face. I knew I looked a mess, but didn’t give a fuck right at that moment.
I staggered out of my car and wobbled toward the hill that would take me back to the clearing Chad and I had screwed in. Noticing a few people skulking off toward the trees, I was horny and decided to follow them.
I climbed the hill, and in my drunken state, it took me longer than it usually would have done. I was gym fit and took pride in my athleticism, but I was panting like an old, out of shape slob by the time I reached the crest.
Immediately, I spied a young mixed-race lad eyeing me as I pushed some tree branches out of the way. He smiled at me, his eyes twinkling in the moonlight. He had the most amazing jaw line, closely cropped hair, and gleaming white teeth. He was too young for me, but my cock was solid within seconds. I gripped it, wanting him to know I was interested. He looked down to where my hand was and nodded. I wanted to fuck him till he could take no more. I never had problems getting a hard on, no matter how much alcohol I guzzled—in fact, the more I drank, the hornier I became.
“You alright,” I slurred.
“I’m good,” he replied.
“What’s your name, and how old are you?” I asked, not really caring, but I asked anyway.
“My name’s Jackson,” he replied, his gruff northern accent arousing me further. “And I’m old enough,” he replied. “What you up to?”
“Not much, yet,” I slurred. “But I’ll be fucking you in about five minutes.” Even as the words came out of my mouth, I couldn’t believe I was so cocksure with my reply.
Jackson offered me a cheeky grin, and I felt my cock strain against my jeans. I appreciated the fact he was good looking, but didn’t fancy him as such. I didn’t fancy any man, apart from Chad. This lad was just a hole. He turned around and walked toward some thick bushes, before disappearing into them. Was I supposed to follow him? I didn’t know the etiquette for cruising, but followed him anyway.
He was waiting for me, and in the moonlight, I could see his cock straining against his grey Tracksuit bottoms.
“I wanna fuck you,” I said, sounding almost desperate as I stepped toward him. Immediately, I reached down and grabbed his hard cock, wanting it even more after feeling how thick it was.
I dropped to my knees wanting to get it in my mouth, but he stepped away.
“Fifty quid,” he said.
I looked up. “What?” I asked, unsure if I’d heard him correctly.
“Fifty quid, and you can do whatever you want to me.”
“Fuck that,” I said, angry, struggling to my feet. “I don’t have to pay to screw anyone.”
“Suit yourself, prick,” Jackson replied.
I was angry and wanted to punch the mouthy twat, but I kept my temper and walked away.
I heard him move.
“Don’t follow me,” I called back, struggling down the hill toward the car park. “Or, I’ll rip your dick off and feed it to you.”
Despite my warning, he followed anyway.
“Forty quid then, and my tight hole is yours,” he called after me. “I usually charge much more, but you’re fit, so I’ll do you a better rate—make it a regular thing, if you want?” He smirked at me, knowing exactly what he was doing, and I wondered how many clients he serviced on a weekly basis.
Despite wanting to knock him flat on his arse, his arrogance was a bit of a turn on. I was so tempted, knowing it was an easy fuck, and probably the best offer I’d get that night, the state I was in. My cock was still throbbing. I needed to slam into a tight arse, and knew my huge dick would wipe the smirk off his face. But, if I did it, I was crossing yet another line. Deciding I didn’t care, I walked to my car and opened the driver door, leaned over and grabbed my wallet from the glove box, pulling out fifty pounds. Was I too far gone, or was the defiance, coupled with the self-destructive streak I felt fuelled by the scotch I’d downed? I wanted to fuck, and would give him what he’d wanted at first. If truth be told, I would have paid him ten times more than that, but if he was willing to sell his arse on the cheap, I wasn’t going to leave myself out of pocket.
Chapter Five
I held the money out and watched with a smug grin as he walked closer to me.
“Show me what you got between your legs,” I said, holding the power in my hands.
“Then what?” he asked.
“Then I get to do whatever I want. Simple enough for you?” I could hear how condescending I sounded, but I couldn’t stop myself.
“You’re paying,” he said.
“Yeah, I am. Now get your cock out, or find someone else to rent you.”
I knew the money was too strong a pull, and he did as I told him to. He pulled his tracksuit bottoms down slowly, and his thick, chunky, brown cock flopped out. It wasn’t fully hard, but it soon would be.
I beckoned him over, dropped to my knees and opened my mouth. Handing him twenty pounds, he shoved his dick into my mouth, grabbing the back of my head until his cock was pushed to the back of my throat. It was rock hard now and I could feel how veiny it was and could have shot my load there and then.
Enjoying the taste of his dick, I squeezed his big hairless balls until I heard him groan. I could feel the vein in his cock pumping as he lost control and flooded my mouth with his cum.
I gulped it down, pushed him away, and wiped my mouth with my arm.
“You want the rest?” I waved the money in his face.
“Yeah, man,” he said.
“Then bend over the bonnet, dirty cunt,” I said, wanting to treat him like the scumbag he was. “I wanna play with your arse a little.”
“You’re not fucking me without a condom, man.”
“As if I’d put my raw cock anywhere near a slag like you without a rubber. Bend over, and shut the fuck up.”
He shoved his hand in his pocket and pulled out a condom, throwing it my way. “Give me the rest of my money.”
“When I’m done,” I said, opening the condom and rolling it on. It barely fit around my thick, veiny uncut cock.
“Don’t rip me off, man. I need the cash.”
“I said no talking. All I want from you is your hole.” Even as I spoke, I hated how I sounded, but I needed to fuck without any emotion or personal interaction involved. Besides, I was single now, I reasoned.
He reached behind and felt my cock. “Shit, man—you’re gonna need some lube on that, or you’ll tear me in half.”
I didn’t care at that moment, but let him struggle in his pocket again, before he passed me the lube.
I tore it open with my teeth – flavoured lube. Fucking pussy, I thought as I slathered it over my rubbered cock.
“Go easy, I’m tight.” He rested his head on the car bonnet, hands pressed flat and fingers splayed, as I stood behind and pushed my cock into him. “Aaargh,” he shouted, pulling away, but I gripped hold of his shoulders.
“Stay there,” I ordered, and he did as he was told.
“Slowly,” he said. “Your cock’s huge.”
I laughed. “Worth fifty quid?”
He didn’t answer. I gripped his hips, and slowly pulled my cock out before sliding it back in.
His groans told me he was enjoying it, so I went a little faster, gyrating so he could feel all of me inside him.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he moaned.
“You want it harder?”
“Yes, Sir,” he moaned. “Ram it up me.”
I loved dominating him, and slammed my cock in him harder, feeling my balls slap against him.
I reached round to grab his cock, thinking he’d cum again, I realised it was only pre-cum.
“Do you like that, pussy boy?”
“Yeah, man. I want it harder.”
I pulled my cock out, and turned him around, forcing him back on the car bonnet. I yanked his jeans off, pus
hing my cock back inside him. He threw his head back and groaned as I owned his arse.
I looked down at him and yes, he was a good-looking lad, but his dark, toned body wasn’t a patch on Chad’s.
I closed my eyes, trying to shake the image of Chad from my mind—I didn’t want to think about him there and then and focused back on Jackson—screwing him harder, slamming my cock in and out of him.
He reached up and wrapped his arms around my neck, trying to pull me in for a kiss, but I pushed him back down.
“No kissing,” I said, bluntly.
He closed his eyes, and his head lolled back, surrendering fully to me. His arse clenched tightly around my cock.
I was getting closer and pulled my cock out, ripping the condom off, throwing it to one side.
“Where’d you want it?” I asked.
“On my balls,” he replied.
I didn’t really care where I shot my load, and gave him what he wanted—covering his big balls with my thick white spunk.
He used my cum to lube his cock and stroked it before spewing his own load over his flat stomach.
I stepped back, threw the rest of his earnings into the dirt in front of him, pulled my jeans up and jumped into my car, watching as he got himself together, scooping up the rest of the money then rushing off into the darkness.
I should have felt satisfied, but I was repulsed. I’d treated him like he was nothing—like a whore who didn’t deserve any respect. The least I could have done was to make sure he got home okay. What sort of monster was I turning into?
I leant out of the car and the contents of my stomach splattered the ground.
Chapter Six
I sat on the sofa and brought my legs up to my chest. Rocking back and forth, I didn’t know what I was going to do.
Zane told me two days ago he wanted a divorce.
But, since then I’d heard nothing.
He hadn’t been into the office, and by the time I remembered the app I’d put on his phone, it wouldn’t connect, and I still had no clue as to his whereabouts.
I couldn’t call the police. I didn’t need them asking questions.
I just had to hope he would call me sooner, rather than later, once he’d thought everything over.
Why the hell did I ask him to leave?
If he hadn’t confronted me at that moment, I doubt things would have turned out the way they had.
I had to speak to him and there was only one person I could turn to.
Chad.
He was the last person I wanted to speak to, but Zane wasn’t just my husband, he was my best friend and the father of our children. Despite everything, a part of me was hopeful we could start again and be happy like we used to be.
I don’t know if it was the way I’d been raised, or if it was my Scandinavian temperament, but I never tended to over-react or become overly hysterical about things life threw my way, well not until I’d thought things through first. If they warranted an explosion – I was more than capable of delivering.
Zane was the love of my life, and I didn’t want to be without him. Sex was sex at the end of the day, and I wasn’t exactly the innocent party here. I had to admit my own jealousy had forced my hand, and if I hadn’t heard Chad tell Zane he was in love with him, I doubted I would ever have blown our world apart the way I had. I protected my family, that was all, and I was terrified Zane would reciprocate the love Chad felt, but if I had thought things through properly, I knew Zane loved me and the girls more than anything.
I felt terrible, but I couldn’t change the past. I just had to find a way to move on, if not for my sake, then for the girls.
Chapter Seven
I knocked on the door, terrified—not sure what reaction I’d receive. The last time I’d intruded here, I tore a marriage apart.
Hearing footsteps approach the door, I began to tremble, I was so scared.
Chad opened the door, looking more dishevelled, but no less handsome than the last time I saw him. Immediately, I felt guilty.
“What do you want? My wife’s already left so there’s no more damage you can do.”
“I’m sorry, I should never have involved her.”
“Cut the bullshit. What are you doing here, Jenna? You won, so if you’ve come to rub my nose in it, don’t bother.”
“I wanted to know if you’d seen Zane?”
He laughed. “You’re kidding me, right?”
“Do you think it was easy for me to come here and ask you, of all people, ‘cos I can tell you, it wasn’t, but I care more for my husband than my own pride, so have you seen him?”
He stood aside. “You’d better come in.”
I entered the house, and without invitation, walked into the same room I’d blurted the news of Zane and Chad’s affair to his wife in not that long ago. I sat down, and he took the seat opposite me.
“Do you want a drink?”
“I just want to know if you’ve seen him?”
“No,” he said, sadly. “I haven’t seen him since he chose you.”
“He didn’t choose me,” I spat. “I was always his, and he was always mine. You were just a…”
“A what?” he asked.
“I don’t know—a distraction, maybe.”
I felt horrible as tears filled his eyes.
“I’m sorry, Chad. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“I don’t know what I am to him, but if we’re being honest here, to me, he’s everything—my best friend, and my lover.”
The words stung, but I couldn’t argue with him. He was right. “I need to know where he is. I’m so worried.”
“He’ll come back when he feels ready. I know that much about him. I’m not your biggest fan, Jenna, but neither of us bothered to think about why we’re in this situation. Zane isn’t malicious, and wouldn’t hurt anybody purposely, we both know that.”
I put my head down. “You brought him back to me. I knew he was going through some sort of crisis, but I believed it’d pass, then I found out about you, and like nothing had happened, he was my Zane again, so I turned a blind eye to the sex and got on with our life together.”
“But you didn’t think I’d fall in love with him, did you?”
“No, and I told him if he loved you, I would let him go.”
“You really love him that much?” Chad asked. “Enough to let him go if it made him happier.”
“From the day I met him, there’s never been anybody else I wanted to grow old with. So yes, I love him that much and if he was happier with you, I’d let him go.”
“But, he told you he didn’t love me, right?”
“No, he didn’t say that.” Despite my life turning to shit, I didn’t want to hurt him anymore. I could see the pain he was in—deep in his eyes. “He told me he loved you, but he wanted to stay with us, his family. I’d be a fool to think he didn’t love you, of course he does, even I can see that—but you had your chance years ago.”
“I never should have got involved with him again. I knew he was married and kept track of him all these years, never brave enough to contact him, so when he messaged me, everything seemed to fall into place.”
“Why did you get involved?”
“I walked away from him after college, too scared to admit how much I loved him—too scared of what my parents would think, and of losing my inheritance, so I left, but I never forgot him. Even on my wedding day, it was him I wanted to be standing next to, not Melissa.”
“Have you spoken to her?” I shouldn’t be asking, but couldn’t stop myself. I felt so responsible.
“She’s divorcing me—irreconcilable difference.”
“Oh?” I was surprised. She would have him bang to rights for adultery.
“Yeah, it surprised me too. Even after what I did to her, she’s still protecting me.”
“I think you’ll find she’s trying to save her own embarrassment, rather than helping you stay in the closet.” I knew I shouldn’t have said it, but I couldn’t help myself.
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“Maybe,” was his only reply.
I changed the subject. Sitting there suddenly felt weird and I didn’t want to be having warm and cosy chats with this man. I didn’t want to care about him. “Any idea where he could be?”
“No, but I’ll find him, and make sure he’s okay, at least.”
I stood up and looked at him. “I don’t hate you, Chad, I need you to know, and that probably shocks you as much as it does me. Under different circumstances, I’d have welcomed you into my home and family, but I have to do what’s right for me and our children.”
He stood up too. “For what it’s worth, Jenna, I’m sorry.”
Hearing him apologise affected me in a way I didn’t understand. It wasn’t enough to cover the damage he’d done, but it was more than I was ever expecting to hear from him.
I don’t know what came over to me, but I walked around the table and hugged him. For a moment, he stood there, arms by his sides, then slowly, he returned the embrace. That few moments, we were united in our love for the same man.
I pulled back, feeling I’d overstepped whatever boundaries I had. “If you hear from him, tell him to call me, please.”
I rushed out of the house.
Chapter Eight
I opened my eyes, and thanked God, the curtains were drawn, and no natural light crept into the room. My mouth was as dry as a nun’s crotch and my head pounded like a jackhammer had taken up residence inside my skull.
Leaning across, I grabbed a bottle of water from the bedside cabinet. The sudden movement made my head spin.
Forcing myself up, I slugged back the water, draining the bottle. I needed more, and swung my legs slowly over the side of the bed, before standing and almost tripping on my trainers.
I kicked them across the room, then noticed mud splattered all over them. Where did the mud come from?
I didn’t remember much from the night before, but once the fog lifted, the memories crept back to me, and any shame I felt was still there, but magnified a thousand-fold.
Slumping back onto the bed, I rested my head in my hands and cried like a child. Loud, ugly sobs escaped me.
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