A Shared Wife Stolen

by Shalamara Jax

“I’m hungry too,” she said with a pout, standing right in front of him, “I’m always hungry.” To his amazement Brenda slowly reached out with her index finger and drew it slowly down his chest. He followed it with his eyes and felt a tingle in his spine. When he didn’t push her away, she sidled up closer, so that her ripe body was pressed against him. “I think you know what for…”

  Kaelan could hardly breathe as he felt her finger trail down over his belly, then before he could say anything through the haze of disbelief, her whole hand settled on the bulge that was growing in his tracksuit bottoms. They considered each other, her eyes yearning, begging for him to touch her back, to give in to the fire that she was stoking in him.

  As her hand rubbed and stroked him, he sighed and his eyes closed for a second. He wanted to bend her over the table, he wanted to screw her near seventeen-year old perfection until she couldn’t walk properly. His hand reached out and cupped her firm flesh, cupped her right breast. She was so big, not yet as large as Sophie, but she was much firmer. Then their mouths were clashing and the kitchen was filled with quiet moans and sighs.

  Brenda pulled her mouth away with a wicked grin, “take me somewhere. I’ll tell the others I’m going home.”

  Her words were like icy water. Kaelan froze, his thumb hard on her nipple, which was poking through her bra and the thin material of her shirt. He actually shook his head as if clearing a smog from inside his skull.

  “We can’t Brenda. I can’t.” Just then Carys appeared at the kitchen door, with enough warning to allow them to ease away from each other, but it still looked odd.

  “All okay in here? We thought you’d been abducted Bren. Come on we found that bit in the film I told you about.”

  “Okay, show me,” Brenda said casually, she swayed out of the room and into the passageway, without a backward look. Carys waited for her to pass, then she gave her Dad an appraising glance, before she followed her friend back into the living room.

  Kaelan slumped back against the worktop with a loud exhale. What was he doing? This was getting out of hand. If Carys hadn’t come along, what would have happened? Would he have been able to resist? Would he have found a way to take Brenda off alone, and then what? He knew the answer and it filled him with self-loathing. He would have fucked his daughter’s best friend, he knew he would. The walls of self-restraint he’d erected over the course of his relationship with Sophie were becoming permeable and he didn’t like the possible consequences. Time for a reality check before things went beyond his capacity to remedy them. He just hoped he hadn’t already gone past the point of no return. Now, some of that depended on Brenda.

  *****

  Sophie walked around the aisles aimlessly, picking up fruit and checking and re-checking her list. The memories of what she’d done that afternoon came back to her in lurid flashes of titillation and remorse. Howie had come around as he’d promised, he’d marched into her home as if he’d owned it. She’d tried to stop him but she only half wanted to.

  He’d taken her by her hair and walked her to their living room window where he’d kissed her passionately, possessively, so that anyone in the street would see them. Sophie had resisted a little, but the forbidden nature of it, the risk had been too much and she’d let him fuck her over the sofa with the curtains open, legs spread wide, spanking her ass, yanking on her hair until she’d screamed his name.

  Then he’d carried her upstairs and they’d fucked in every position, all over her martial bed. He’d drilled her ass, spread her intimate little hole and filled it with cum. It had been dirty and thrilling and terrible. She’d stained her bed in more ways than one. Changing the sheets after he’d left had been symbolic, trying to restore something, but she’d really been trying to hide something.

  That was why she’d been so distant from Kaelan, that was why she’d had to get out. She picked up a couple of bananas and found that one of the young guys restocking the shelves was staring at her. When their eyes met, he slicked his hair back and smiled. At another time, she might have smiled politely, but she wasn’t in the mood, so she bagged up her selection and stalked away. If he thought she was a stuck-up bitch, let him.

  The only men she had room for in her head were Kaelan and Howie, and the way things were shaping up, she could see an almighty clash coming. Her only hope was that she could manage things, prevent the flint from striking the rock. The video had changed the whole game, she was now in Howie’s hands and that didn’t feel like a very safe place to be. The betrayal of what she’d done coursed through her again and her nose prickled almost unbearably.

  Chapter 9: Rising and falling

  It was five days before Finn’s birthday and Kaelan was writing out invitations, while Sophie was packing goodie bags. The kids were out with friends.

  “What a bloody stupid idea this is,” Sophie complained, “we never got things when it was someone else’s birthday, and these cheapy yoyos keep unravelling.”

  “I know, it’s all about getting people to spend more money. More fool us for doing it and being sheep,” he tutted as he misspelt a name and had to start a new one.

  She stuffed a bouncy ball into a football-themed plastic bag. “It’s hard to resist when everyone else is doing it, and Adam’s birthday last year was ridiculous.”

  “More money than sense those people.”

  “Yep, but it puts pressure on for the rest of us. Fancy a cuppa?”

  He grunted his assent and Sophie took a welcome break from the packing. She put her hands on his shoulders and kissed his head. “I love you Kael,” he placed his big hands over hers and put his head back into her. They embraced for a while. It felt so good, familiar and normal and safe.

  “I love you too Soph, it’s quite nice just to have some time doing ordinary things.” She knew exactly what he meant, giving him one last gentle wring she went to the kettle. Ordinary things. The foundations of a good life.

  *****

  Kaelan loved being with Sophie. After all these years, after all the crazy things they’d done, it was incomparable. He patted her on the ass and went out to the toilet. When he wasn’t rushing around he sometimes sat down to piss, and he felt mellow right then, even with the dreaded party approaching.

  He took out his phone. Three messages. One from Elliot and one each from Paula and Cilla. Why he’d given Paula his number he couldn’t say, it was done out of asinine politeness. Mind you, they had fucked, it wasn’t as if she was just someone he’d chatted to, which was his usual wingman role. Still, he wasn’t going to reply, not today anyway.

  He read Cilla’s message with a certain amount of guilt: [Cilla]: Hey K what you up to? Haven’t seen u much lately even at work. Are we ok? X

  [Kaelan]: Sorry Cill it’s been so busy and even worse at home, Finn’s bday this week. Catch up tomoro for lunch? X

  Why the hell did he say that? He was such a pussy at times, always afraid of upsetting people. Well, only people he cared for, but just the same! Before he could rescind the invitation, she responded taking him up on it. Bollocks.

  Maybe he could just put her off? He really didn’t think lunch was such a clever idea, she’d been so pushy, wanting him to do things behind Dave’s back. Almost driving what they had into a relationship, a romantic relationship, with secrets and unshared intimacies, he wasn’t getting into that. Maybe he could…

  His phone beeped with an unknown number. When he opened the text it nearly made him fall off the toilet seat.

  [0987867911]: Hey Mr Cope, whatcha doin? Xxxxx

  Although he couldn’t be certain, he knew it was from Brenda. How the hell had she gotten hold of his mobile number? It didn’t take a genius, she must have taken it from Maggie’s contact list. That was the sort of girl Brenda was, though her mother would never accept it.

  Much as he would like to ignore her, he thought to do so would be risky.

  [Kaelan]: Brenda you can’t text me, u shuldnt even have my number.

  [Brenda]: aww don’t be like dat, jus wanted to s
ay hi x

  She ended it with a frowning face. This could be tricky. He somehow had to break any connection without turning her into a ticking time bomb. If Maggie ever found out about his transgression, even though it was initiated by Brenda, it would be...disastrous.

  [Kaelan]: thts fine just to say hi. Have to go back to work now. See you soon.

  He was walking a tightrope and he sighed with relief when all she sent back was a smiley face. Stalling and blocking in a subtle way, if done long enough, would enable him to negotiate things with Brenda. At least he hoped so.

  As he went back to his invitations, Sophie gave him a dazzling smile, “messages from your latest conquest, Don Juan?” He laughed but his insides squirmed a little. As she put the mug in front of him, he drank in the sight of his beautiful wife, so elegant even in her sloppy stay-at home clothes. Her hair shone in the light and her eyes, as bright as blue gemstones, lit up his world. There was no way he would ever risk this for a quick shag with his daughter’s friend, or anyone else for that matter.

  *****

  That commitment was being sorely tested. Cilla was stroking his calf with her foot under the café table, her big breasts were fully on display and her deep brown eyes studied him intently. She raised an eyebrow and he had to close his legs to stop her touching his package.

  “Why so coy Mr. Cope? It’s not as if I haven’t sucked that thing dry,” she said it loudly enough that the couple on the next table looked over at them. He didn’t bother to shush her, it would only make things worse, “so when are we getting it together again? I miss that big cock of yours, my little kitty needs her exercise.”

  “I don’t know Cill, maybe we shouldn’t do it again. I’m…I don’t want to do things behind Dave’s back.” He felt better immediately, though that was only part of it. Despite the fun he’d had with her and with Paula, he felt it was time to put everything back in the box, the scare with Brenda had been a warning.

  She reached over and took his hand, almost knocking over the cup with the sugar cubes. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. If that’s your problem we’ll include Dave in everything. He sometimes likes to hear about what I get up to, that’s all.”

  Kaelan squeezed her hand in return then eased away. He didn’t know how honest to be with her, but they’d always been close, even before they’d become lovers, and he valued that. he sucked in a breath, “I don’t think that’s all of it though, is it? I get the sense that you want a bit more, that you maybe wouldn’t have shared what we did. Not all of it anyway.”

  Their eyes locked and he was sure that he’d gone too far. Either he’d been wrong and she would go ballistic, or, he was right, and she would still go ballistic. Whatever, he’d had enough of deceit. She took a swig of her smoothie, looked around the café, and then she said: “you know what, you’re right. I did want more. I hate to admit it, but I am a little hung up on you K. You’re a sexy guy, fun to be with, and your dick is a living marvel.”

  He couldn’t help smiling.

  “I’m sorry K. I wasn’t being honest, even with myself. Can we still be friends?”

  He felt a huge weight lift off his shoulders, Cilla really was an incredible person. Perhaps, despite her confession that she’d deceived herself, she was the most mature individual he’d ever encountered. How many people would react this way? It did make him wonder about her lifestyle. Maybe everyone else was living a lie and she and her husband, the redoubtable Dave, were one of the few couples that were strong enough to acknowledge their true desires.

  “Always friends, and I’m not saying never, just maybe a little break? And if we do play again, everything cleared with Dave first?” The words were coming of their own accord, and he realised as he said them that he didn’t want to shut the door completely. It surprised him, but then, he was sure that Sophie wasn’t done with Howie yet and he didn’t see why she should have all the fun.

  What he wasn’t able to accept was that he really wanted to fuck her again. That there was a deep animal need to take her and dominate her, in the darkest corners of his mind, he knew it, but it was a place he wasn’t willing to go, not yet, maybe not ever.

  *****

  Sophie was fast running out of flexi-time, but there was so much to organise for the party that she needed the extra hours. Kaelan had done quite a lot of the invites but there were still more to do, there were more goodie bags to pack, and she’d promised him a cake in the shape of his favourite video game hero. Worse, she’d promised to make it, which was her job for this stolen afternoon. Grace hadn’t been too impressed to see her leave before time again, but she would make it all up next week.

  As she got out of the car, she nearly jumped out of her skin, Howie came out from behind the hedge. “Fucking hell Howie what are you doing here?”

  He flashed his most charming smile, “would you believe I was just passing?”

  “No, I wouldn’t, how did you know I’d be home early?”

  He tapped the side of his nose, “I have my ways, so are you free for some fun?”

  She scowled at him, “no, I have a million and one things to do before the party on Saturday, I can’t Howie I’m sorry. Maybe we can have a coffee next Thursday? I’ll have built up some flexi by then.”

  He wouldn’t let her past, “I don’t think you understand Sophia, I wasn’t really asking. I need to get off and you’re my slut. So, let’s get inside and you can do your work, your real work,” he sensed her objection, “out video is proving very popular, and I’m sure Kaelan would love to see it.”

  The fight went out of her immediately, she would have to try and think her way out of this, but right now she had no clue about how to get free of it. She put her head down and let them in. He grabbed her before she could even put her bag down. What had she unleashed?

  *****

  The world looked brighter, the kids seemed nicer, more committed, less willing to test his patience. “That’s it Martin, side-step, that’s right, great move!” The young lad in question put the ball down at the corner, adroitly rounding the last defender in the process.

  “That’s brilliant fellas! Gather round,” the panting, sweating mass of boys stood in front of him and listened intently as he outlined the next few plays. It was glorious, everything was going to plan.

  At the end of the session Kyle caught up with him, “sir?”

  Kaelan stopped, “yes Kyle, all okay?”

  “Yes sir! I made it! I’m in the district squad for the next season. I’m in!” Kaelan felt a wave of elation, the boy deserved everything he got, he had the talent, the commitment and the temperament, it was just nice when it paid off like this. He high-fived him.

  “That is awesome buddy, you’re going to go all the way young man. Someday I’ll be watching you on TV running out making your debut at Twickenham.”

  “No way sir, you’ll be there, I’ll send you tickets,” Kyle must have picked up on Kaelan’s gentle scepticism, “I mean it, I wouldn’t have made it if you hadn’t taken all that time over me. My Dad said so too. I’m grateful sir, really, I won’t forget. Thank you.”

  Kaelan felt a little catch in his throat, “that’s really good of you to say Kyle, and if I had a part to play, even in a small way, then I’m very happy to have helped. And I’ll continue to help if you need me. Okay?”

  “Okay,” the boy nodded and jogged off to join the others. Kaelan watched him with a tear in his eye. It was the sugar topping on a pretty awesome day. He hadn’t realised how much the extra-marital activities had been weighing on him, but it had become an anvil. Now, apart from the situation with Brenda, which he was certain he could handle, everything was clear. All he had to do to was find a way to get Sophie to end her adventure with Howie and things would be perfect.

  *****

  Howie dragged her face up and down his shaft, his fingers were cruelly twisted into her golden hair and he crushed her tits until she nearly cried out from a mixture of pain and desire. Kaelan did fuck her roughl
y sometimes, but there was always that undertone of concern, of love, Howie didn’t have that. He wanted to use her, so he did.

  “You’re a whore Sophia, I bet you didn’t even know, did you?” He tugged on her hair so that she looked up at him, “that’s what I want to see, those big blue eyes as you suck on me, it’s so fucking beautiful. I want to do this in the garden, how about that, slut? Fancy it?”

  Sophie almost suffocated, she shook her head but she couldn’t verbalise her objections because his big cock was lodged in her throat. She massaged it by swallowing and she squeezed his balls. She wanted this over, even though her cunt was throbbing, she wasn’t enjoying it. All she could think about was sorting out Finn’s Birthday cake.

  Howie hauled his prick from her mouth and slapped her face with it, “come to the sofa, I want everyone outside to see who you belong to.”