They were able to fuse their styles and personalities much better when they choose the decoration and furnishing of their future home than they did in their daily and sex life. The ground floor consisted of a living room combined with a spacious kitchenette. The interior brick walls and the iron staircase were leading to the second floor with the bedroom and bathroom. Evan absolutely fell in love with those rough, industrial details and they were softened by Annabelle’s artistic decisions. She picked the beige couch that sat right under the stairs and placed lamps all over the place, which decreased the impression that they lived in a dungeon. At the same time the woman avoided clutter. Annabelle chose different house plants and situated them strategically across the room. The artwork on the walls included some black and white photography, mainly well known landmarks from all over the world and nature sights. Probably the one that conveyed any sensuality was that of a man and a woman on a bridge. Only their silhouettes were visible at the city background and their hands were barely touching. Annabelle also insisted on some idyllic seaside landscapes. Evan pretended to make compromise with them even if he secretly liked them and the rest of her touches, including the colorful throw pillows that she put on the extending couch and the chairs around the large dinner table.
Once Annabelle was finished with making the place look like home they officially moved in. Evan didn’t remember when his wife and him were so close and happy as during that first night at their own home. The moving exhausted her enough so she agreed that they would just pick some takeout food and some boxed wine. He remembered her so clearly that night as they shared the meal on the floor and drank from plastic cups. She was a stylish woman who never looked anything less than perfect but that night her face was positively radiant. Her hair was disheveled and the light make up she put on earlier was completely erased. That old loose sweater clearly had been knitted for someone two sizes larger and was hanging around her petite body uncovering her elegant shoulder. Evan needed all of his strength not to bite on that seductive piece of exposed flesh. Instead he satisfied himself to stroke the skin of her knees through the hole in the tattered jeans. The toes of her bare feet touched his knee playfully as Annabelle slowly moved closer to him. It was unusual to see her so relaxed when her robotic, OCD habits faded away like a light summer fog.
Annabelle had more wine than usual and she hardly ever drunk more than a glass of white wine. Until today Evan wasn’t sure whether it was the alcohol, the beautiful emotions or she was feeling more turned on than usual. However, the next instant his prim and proper wife pounced on him like a wild cat spilling the wine on the floor and scattering whatever had remained of the Chinese food. Evan was too shocked to react and was unable to believe what was going on until the moment he found himself at the bottom of the stairs. The petite blonde was on her knees in front of him wearing just her horrible sweater and was licking his cock like a playful kitten. His feet turned into jelly when Annabelle moved forward and took him in her tiny throat. The man growled out involuntarily and looked at her uttering. “Who are you and what have you… Ouch.” He felt the cruel tug of his balls and tutted, finally coming back to his senses. Evan moved his hips and slammed the head of his cock against the back of his wife’s throat, half expecting she would stop him. Instead her pupils dilated till they almost filled her iris and she devoured the hard shaft moaning and humming as the thick spit ran down her chin and chest. Better than any porn star.
That night Evan saw a side of her that he didn’t even dare to dream she’d possess. When they got married he was so in love that he was even ready to have boring sex for the rest of his life. Those weird, kinky urges had to remain a thing of the past and he hadn’t realized how much he missed it before that amazing night. Annabelle’s husband fucked her like a horny beast at every surface of their new home. He showered her with cum, amazed at her sudden willingness to swallow and blow him whenever he got soft just so they’d continue with their crazed romp. Just the memory of Annabelle down on her knees on their king bed, her legs spread, her hips thrusting in the air and her sensual voice calling. “Please, fuck my ass, please, Evan, come on, you filthy bastard, screw my tight ass!”
Who would have thought that a lady like her would have such a dirty side?
Later as she fell asleep and cuddled against his chest he kissed her forehead whispering to her. “My lovely little slut, how nice to finally meet you.” He held her tenderly all night long unable to fall asleep with excitement. Perhaps she’d be keen on experiment more from now on.
Evan had no idea how wrong he was.
He shook his head to chase those bittersweet images out of his memories as they led Kitty inside their apartment. Annabelle hadn’t uttered a single word since they got in the car. Evan wasn’t sure yet what was worse, her punishing silence or her shrieks.
“What a pretty love nest you have here.”
Perhaps he was slowly losing his mind or the sad woman from the street appeared somehow more… confident? Annabelle sensed it as well and didn’t like it at all. The moment she laid her eyes on that stranger she was disgusted with her despair and ridiculous display of submission. Something was off with her even if Annabelle couldn’t put her finger on it. Suddenly Kitty’s voice sounded as if she was a different person and no longer exuded that aura of a lost girl.
“You’d better take her upstairs to have a shower.” The blonde tossed her umbrella and headed for the kitchen island. “She is leaving tracks all over the floor, it is vomit worthy.” She was aware of how bitchy that sounded but her distrust of that Kitty person told her that the woman should not get too comfortable.
“Yes, ma’am…” The voice was the same, just as the intonation but Annabelle froze as she left the umbrella on the kitchen floor. She practically sensed the light whip of mockery in Kitty’s single sentence.
Evan sighed but since he didn’t want to have more fights tonight he led their guest up the stairs. When he glanced at her, the man saw with surprise that she was clutching the rails leaving wet trail all over them. Kitty might have been afraid of heights… or she was marking her territory? Oh, come on, this was ridiculous, it wasn’t like she was peeing all over their apartment.
He left her there to take a shower and change wondering how he would face Annabelle downstairs. The attempts to do the right thing were surely wearing him down. If only there was a way to handle the bitchy part of her personality without regressing to abusive behavior. Unfortunately Evan was lost and that increased his frustration by the minute.
Annabelle was sitting on the couch with a glass of orange juice in hand and sipped it slowly trying to calm down. She could use some whiskey right now but it would be a bad idea. Her shoes were scattered on the floor and she didn’t even bother to take care of them in spite of her earlier complaints. She left the glass on the table since the drink felt stale on her tongue.
The presence of Kitty only made her see more clearly the elephant in the room, how Evan and she were unable to communicate properly. Their marriage would end soon if they didn’t do something about it. Perhaps some therapy would be necessary but Annabelle was too ashamed to discuss that night even with her husband, let alone a complete stranger.
That night. Just the memory of it made her pussy tingle with excitement and she felt even worse from her betraying body’s reaction. All those dirty things they did together and the way she degraded herself provoked conflicting emotions in her brain. Annabelle acted no better than some common whore. If only she could wipe it off her brain. Alas, every single detail was tattooed in her memory. How she was begging for his cock while he held her wrists and rubbed just his tip to her mouth. Her behavior that night stood against everything she was ever taught in her childhood and that stayed with her in the adult life. Still, it made her skin tingle with craving.
What is wrong with me?
Perhaps if she convinced herself that he had taken advantage of her it would all be easier.
Little did he know that whenever she pushed him
away that was not because he was repulsive. Annabelle just no longer trusted herself.
Evan was raiding the fridge to check what they could offer to their new guest but there was nothing left save for cheese and a bottle of wine. Still he tried to busy himself as much as possible so he would avoid trying to talk to Annabelle. He knew how the scenario would unfold. She’d flinch and look at him as if he disgusted her, hiss that she was too tired right now and would head for their bedroom. Only that she couldn’t do that right now since her hiding place was occupied. Another one on Evan’s increasing list of sins.
Finally, after ages of awkward silence, he uttered to his significant other that he would check how their guest was. Her reaction was so unexpected that it rendered him speechless.
“If I catch you fucking that slut in our bedroom it is over, do you hear me?”
He stopped dead at his track and turned around giving her a murderous glare. The wrath finally overflowed his cup of patience and Evan yelled at her, unable to control himself any longer.
“Are you out of your fucking mind? How little do you think of me? That I’d just use someone I am only trying to help? You’re acting like some fucking spoiled child.”
“It won’t be the first time you got the best out of a situation without caring for the consequences.” She hissed. Evan was about to utter what would push them past the point of no return but his discipline kicked in at that moment. Decisions under duress were rarely a wise choice so he just clenched his fists and utter through gritted teeth.
“Do you know what your problem is? You need to finally grow up, Annabelle.”
He would have said a lot more but that would lead to an even worse fight. His experience showed that venting the wrath that was building up never really helped him feel at least remotely better. As Evan stormed upstairs leaving his flabbergasted wife the vein on his forehead throbbed and his fists were so tightly squeezed his knuckles went white. Right at that moment Kitty was the last person on his mind. Having completely forgotten about her the man flinched once he barged in the bedroom. Their guest was sitting with her legs crossed on their marital bed dressed in one of his shirts and nothing else on.
He was too shocked to say anything out loud though because once he faced Kitty his mind was blown. Was that really the same broken woman lying before them and begging for mercy? Her flowing black hair was still wet from the shower but save for that she was immaculate. It seemed that she had grown taller, more curvaceous and all of that poisonous despair had leaked out of her. For a moment his whole world was sucked in by her eyes. Back at the dim street light Evan thought they were brown or black. Boy, was he wrong. He was facing the most entrancing amber irises that stared back with imperturbability and some slight amusement. These were the type of eyes he had seen only on the face of a real cat.
Her pupils were constricted and Kitty didn’t even blink while Evan was standing there like a fool trying to get his head together. Just then he realized she had been perfectly still, just like a predator waiting for the right moment to pounce. She kept her long elegant fingers of a pianist stretched and close to her hips and had her head tilted aside while those unnerving orbs followed Evan’s every movement. Just then his male brain finally went out of its stupor and he assessed her gorgeous body. His shirt was hugging her feminine hips perfectly and was unbuttoned enough so he would see the swells of her luscious breasts, almost to the nipples. Evan gulped as his gaze went down her seemingly infinite legs, shapely and muscular and with perfect little toes. His cock stirred in arousal while he imagined those feet on his shoulders as he adjusted into the perfect position to grind his head to her clit. What would Kitty’s pussy be like, would she be shaved or have a trim of that jet black hair? Would her skin feel soft, would she moan gently or scream while she was cumming? The shame didn’t have time to reach his mind for he was too busy picturing her on her knees with those amazing lips pleasuring his shaft as she bobbed up and down spreading her slick spit on his flesh.
Just then Evan realized he was semi-hard, his palms were sweating and that the sin that turned his blood boiling hot was definitely not wrath. It also dawned on him he was getting hard at the thought of fucking that gorgeous woman while Annabelle was downstairs and that finally triggered the rush of guilt.
“Oh my God! Kitty, I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean…”
“Shhh…” Kitty broke her stance and raised herself from the bed with the same lazy grace and walked to him as if she had the whole time in the world. She studied Evan’s face with curiosity no matter that she already knew pretty much everything she needed for him and his marriage. His broad chest was heaving up and down under his blue shirt, a lot more muscular than it appeared to her when she was watching him at the SaxArt. Kitty licked her lips as she ran her finger down the stubbed, tawny skin of his face, covered by a thin film of sweat. There was no doubt that the man before her didn’t have a submissive bone in his body yet she adored when such strong, overly confident types were melting under her spell. No matter how he was trying to appear his hazel eyes showed how he was on the verge of breaking. Evan was clearly filled with a lot more anger than he realized. Both him and Annabelle reeked despair and were too proud and foolish to ask for help. “I hope you don’t mind that I borrowed one of your shirts. I’m afraid all of my other clothes had gotten all wet and muddy. That bag turned out to be of very low quality.” She was practically purring at his ear while her soft hands found themselves on his shoulders.
“N-not at all.” Why did he sound like a virginal school boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar? Evan laughed nervously unable to take his eyes off hers. “You know what, why don’t you keep it? Erm… it looks better on you than on me. N-not that I… you know what I mean.” With every word he was digging his grave even deeper. Mere minutes ago he was disgusted by Annabelle’s implications.
Kitty chuckled and brought her lips almost next to his massaging the stone stiff muscles of his shoulders. The hardness in his pants was getting bigger by the minute and she hadn’t even touched it. Her smile was drenched with irony and that amusement exuding of every fiber of her being.
“It is always really cute when a clear Alpha dog like you stutters and blushes.” She laughed loudly at his bewildered expression. “So how long have you been married to that little minx?”
The mention of his wife was enough to cause another trigger of guilt but not enough to make him push Kitty away. How long has it been since he felt such strong, uncontrollable desire? That was the first woman who led his monogamous mind astray and no matter how hard he tried it was impossible to deny.
“Well, we have been dating since college but got married three years ago. We’re still feeling in the honeymoon phase, though…” The need to present his marriage as perfect was so deeply embedded in his system that even in those intimate, vulnerable situations he couldn’t relax enough to be honest.
“It must be difficult for someone like you to put up with her antics all the time. Especially when you long to put her on your knee and give her a good spanking.” Evan visibly tensed under Kitty’s fingers and to his despair his cock twitched at her choice of words. The image of his pretty little wife with her ass in the air and her hands tied begging to be punished did the rest of the work on his erection. It pressed painfully to his pants and he grunted a little.
“Kitty, I am sorry if I misled you but…”
“Oh, shut up.” She rolled her eyes and slid next to him placing her mouth on his ear. Evan groaned as he felt her fingers on the tent at his pants. The scent of her skin hit his nostrils like sweet, exotic perfume and right then he longed to bury his head in her shoulder, to eat her out and make her cum before he fucked her ass. “I know what you need and all those filthy things you crave to do with her. Punish her, claim her as really yours, fuck her till she screams, make her beg on her hands and knees.”
Evan gasped and closed his eyes trying to take control of the situation, act like the man he thought he was.
“Kitty, please… I am not made of stone. My wife has her issues but I can’t cheat on her. Things are complicated…”
Just before he heard Kitty’s purring response to his half-ass attempt at rejection a soft coughing reached his ear. Annabelle was standing at the threshold and her thin lips were straight as a line. In spite of her angry glares Kitty could see what was really going on through that young woman’s confused mind. It would be easy… but oh, so delicious.
“Am I interrupting something?” Evan’s wife sneered while her perfect manicure was digging in her soft palms almost to the bleeding point. In other circumstances she would have grabbed her rival by the hair and dragged her outside. The sharp pain in her chest made it hard for her to breathe and the lump in her throat depraved her of any ability to speak. Finally she was confronted with the fact that Evan and here were slowly drifting apart. It hurt.
Kitty’s eyes were turned to her as she stroked Evan’s pants, not bothering to hide. Why, why did she have to be so beautiful under all those layers of mud? No matter how much she hated her at that instant Annabelle couldn’t help but get affected by Kitty’s incredible looks and powerful presence. That made her feel even more hesitant and she tried to speak as harshly as possible to cover that fact.
Kitty giggled a little and lazily drew her hand up Evan’s chest. The man stood there motionless, just as shocked as his significant other. Part of him wanted to apologize, to tell her that it was not what it seemed. However the truth was that he wanted her to watch.
“Your nice husband was just suggesting that we share a nightcap and a little simple game of cards.” Kitty whispered something in Evan’s ear so casually as if he belonged to her and Annabelle was the one intruding. “It’s Friday night and barely eleven, too early for us to go to bed… yet.” More whispers followed while the blonde tried to find her voice and scream at them. Evan gave her a strangely cold look and nodded at Kitty. For the first time he didn’t try to say he was sorry, to justify his actions or try to talk sense to his wife. He simply moved away from their guest and left the room without a word passing by Annabelle as if she was just an object in the room.
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