by Cheri Wood
My cheeks felt hot. “What?”
“Usually, Corey’s ready to go when I get home, but last month it took him forever to get in the mood. I have to hand it to Mel, I didn’t think she had it in her.”
I made a non-committal noise and got in the cab, giving my address. Goodness knows what the cabbie must have thought. At least he didn’t voice his disapproval at any time during the ride home and I made quick work of paying the fare once he dropped me off at my house.
“Hey, I was starting to worry,” Cameron said when I walked into the kitchen, pulling me close.
“Sorry. I decided to shower at Tanya’s house,” I said and kissed his cheek.
He breathed deeply against my still-wet hair. “You smell nice.”
“I do? I guess I should get the same shampoo Tanya buys.”
“Did you have a good night?”
And just like that, the guilt was back in full force. “Yes. You?”
“Sure. Mel was talking about the four of us getting together sometime.”
“Getting together, as in…?” I raised my eyebrows at him. I didn’t think Mel would bring up the foursome idea with Cam before I’d talked to him.
Cameron laughed. “Look at you, mind in the gutter in a nanosecond.”
I felt my cheeks heat and dropped my eyes to the floor. Cameron tipped my chin back up.
“Hey, I wasn’t saying I don’t like it. It’s just a new facet to your personality.”
“I’m having a hard time recognizing myself these days, too,” I said with a sigh, feeling it down to the bone.
Cameron put his arm around me and steered me towards the kitchen table, where he had a stack of pancakes and maple syrup waiting. “Let’s have some breakfast. You’ll feel better when you’ve had something to eat.”
I knew my guilt wasn’t something food would cure, but I still dug into the pancakes. I realized how hungry I was some time around pancake number three. I looked up to see if Cameron noticed, but he was digging into his own serving with gusto. It seemed we’d both gotten an intense workout the night before…
I jumped when the front door slammed and hurried out of the kitchen to see what was going on. Cameron’s movements were jerky as he got his shoes and jacket off.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, keeping my distance even though I wanted to pull him close to comfort him. He was angry, and that was something I didn’t see often.
“Hey. Sorry, didn’t think you’d be home,” he said in a clipped tone.
“It’s almost six.”
“Oh.” He looked confused and distracted as he walked towards the bedroom, unbuttoning his shirt.
I followed him. “What happened, Cam?”
“We made an arrest last week, a big one, but the guy was let out on bail and took out our informant and his pregnant girlfriend. We were too late to save them.”
“Oh, Cam, I’m so sorry,” I said, putting my arms around him and resting my cheek against his back.
He covered my hands with his and gave them a squeeze. “I’m gonna go to the gym and work some of this off. I’m not good company right now.”
I bit my lip before stepping around him to put my hands on his chest. “We could work it out right here.”
Cameron frowned. “What?”
I glanced pointedly at the bed and then back up at him.
“No, San, I’m too wired.”
“Cam, I’m your wife and I love you. I want to be here for you. Any way I can.”
“You’re not hearing me,” he said, placing his hands on my hips to push me away. “I need to punch a bag or something.”
“And you’re not hearing me,” I said, locking my hands around his neck and rising up on my toes to whisper in his ear. “Take me. Use me. I want you to.”
Cameron’s fingers dug into my hips, and then his hands gripped my buttocks and lifted. I hooked my legs around his waist and held on as he took a few steps towards the wall.
I gasped when my back hit the wall and Cameron pressed into me. He was already hard. I was wearing tights and the cotton was no barrier against the pressure. I could feel myself grow wet and readjusted my grip on his neck, holding myself up so he could work my tights and panties down enough before he freed himself from his pants and pushed all the way inside.
I grunted at the forceful entry, and at how my ass banged against the wall, but Cameron didn’t slow his thrusts and I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth to keep from crying out. All that could be heard in the room was the steady thudding and the labored breathing until Cameron grunted out his release and slowly walked me over to the bed before pulling out of me.
He went to the bathroom and returned with a washcloth for me and one for the floor. Good thing we didn’t have wall-to-wall carpets in the bedroom.
“Feel better?” I asked as I cleaned up, studying him.
“I’m still…” he trailed off and I reached up and took his hand, pulling him down to sit beside me.
“I love you. You can tell me anything. Including that you need to not talk about it, okay?”
He nodded and let me guide him onto the bed and hold him in my arms.
His breath was warm against my chest and after a few minutes, I pulled away to discard my top and bra. Cameron smiled and undressed, too. I pulled my tights and panties completely off and crawled under the covers with him. When we resumed our earlier position, Cam’s mouth went to work on my nipples and my hand went to work on his length. Within minutes, he was inside of me again and had my arms pinned over my head.
This time, I came before he did and was still feeling the aftershocks when he pulsed inside of me. As he rested with his head on my chest, his hand drew circles on my belly.
“We should start a family,” he murmured and my body went cold.
If we were trying for a baby, we couldn’t participate in the parties anymore. Two months ago, that thought wouldn’t have bothered me, but it did now. I needed more time. I was still trying to figure out how to explain that to Cam when I realized he’d fallen asleep.
He’d probably only brought it up because of what happened with the informant and he’d forget he’d said by the time he woke up. Even so, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was in over my head.
I tried to keep a blank expression on my face as Corey announced I’d chosen his color key. Again. And when Tanya’s key matched Cameron’s color. Again. I didn’t know if I was successful at it.
Cameron hadn’t brought up the baby-question again, and I’d almost succeeded in convincing myself that neither one of us was ready for that kind of responsibility. Almost convinced myself that my reluctance had nothing whatsoever to do with Corey. The fact that I was inordinately thrilled to be spending another night with him surely wasn’t a problem for my relationship with Cameron.
“Ready to go?” Corey asked, slipping his arm around me.
“Go?”
“I’m taking you someplace new tonight.”
I glanced over my shoulder as we left the house, and it seemed like Cameron was staying with Tanya at her house for the night.
Corey’s car was black and sleek and navigated the streets smoothly, and it soared as we hit the highway. Eventually, he pulled off the highway and onto one of the islands, then parked in front of a nondescript building.
“We’re here?” I asked, unclear on where exactly ‘here’ was.
“Just our first stop for the night. Do you have panties on?”
I looked down at my black dress. “Yes.”
“Take them off and leave them in the glove compartment.”
I unbuckled my seat belt and did as he asked, wriggling my hips to pull off my black lace panties. “Why?” I asked as I tucked them into the glove compartment.
“Do you trust me to show you a good time, even when it may push your boundaries a little?”
I swallowed. “I’m not sure.”
Corey leaned over and kissed me. Hard. When he released me, I was gasping for air. His hand caressed my inner thigh, an
d I moaned as he almost touched my lips but pulled back at the last moment.
“I could feel how wet you are without even touching you,” he said huskily. “Trust me, I’ll make you come over and over again until you can’t walk properly.”
“I trust you on that,” I said, my voice breathy.
“Then let’s get out of this car,” he said and unlocked our doors, walking around to help me out.
The building housed a surprisingly pink shop and a greasy-looking sales clerk who looked us up and down like we were lost.
“What can I do for you?” he asked, sounding more refined than I’d given him credit for.
“Two tickets, please,” Corey said, pulling out his wallet.
The sales clerk looked at me and then back at Corey. “Seriously? You do realize-”
“I do,” Corey cut him off, putting a fifty down on the counter. “Keep the change.”
The clerk quickly nodded and gestured to a staircase. “First door on your left.”
“Thank you,” Corey said and took my hand, leading me down the darkened stairs.
“What is this place?” I whispered.
“I’m taking you to the movies,” Corey replied easily and tugged me over to a door marked THEATER.
“What kind of-?”
He opened the door and my mouth formed an O. Right. An adult movie theater. Corey led me to a seat at the back where we had the whole row to ourselves. A few rows in front of us was a heavy-set man with a giant bag of popcorn in one hand and something else entirely in the other.
There were two other men in the theater, all three giving each other a wide berth. Made sense.
“You’re insane,” I whispered to Corey, who casually stroked my inner thigh.
“And you’re still wet,” he whispered back. “You told me last time the idea of someone watching you was a turn-on for you. Consider this your fantasy night.”
I shivered in anticipation and arousal. He was right; I was wet, and my nipples were rock hard peaks pushing against my lacy demi-cup.
I sucked in a breath as Corey ghosted his fingers along my seam, and in a silent moment in the movie playing, I could hear heavy breathing and the squelch of lubricants. It was dirty, but also thrilling.
“I need…” I murmured as Corey continued stroking me without actually dipping inside.
“What do you need?” he asked, making wider sweeps, steering further away from where I wanted him most.
“Your fingers. Inside me.”
“Like this?” he asked and thrust two fingers inside me, making me cry out loud enough for the three men in the theater to turn their heads to look. Clearly, women didn’t come here often, and I was the rare bird sighting to a couple of seasoned birdwatchers.
“Put your feet up,” Corey directed me and I wanted to tell him that he was crazy, but I was so turned on that I couldn’t deny his request. I scooted down in my seat and put my feet on the seat in front of me, spreading my legs.
“Good girl,” Corey said and crouched down between my legs, bringing my pussy to his mouth. I gasped and dipped my head back as he worked me with his tongue, my hands flailing for purchase until I just grabbed hold of my breasts and started pinching and rolling my nipples.
The woman on screen was keening in orgasmic throes but I blocked her out. All I could hear was my own panting, whimpering and grunting. I was completely gone, lost in a trance-like state, until Corey’s last stroke of his tongue made me crest and cry out my release.
“Fuuuuuuck!” I heard a woman scream, but when I opened my eyes, the movie’s credits were rolling and I had an audience of my own. Three cocks letting their cum spray the row of seats in front of me.
Corey pulled me to my feet and saluted the men. “Thanks for the standing O’s, guys. Enjoy the rest of your night.”
I didn’t hear their reply over the blood rushing through my ears as we hurried out of the theater and back to the car.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” I said, trying to catch my breath as Corey buckled us both in.
“How was it?” he asked as he pulled back onto the street.
I tried to form a proper reply, but all I came up with was, “Good. Really good.”
Corey snickered and squeezed my knee. “I thought you’d like that.”
“Where are we going next?” I asked, noting he had a bulge in need of assistance.
“There’s a college game on at the local football field,” he said and turned onto a street where I could see the bright lights in the distance. “You’re going to suck my cock under the bleachers.
My heart skipped a beat as I imagined it. “Yes, I am.”
I was still giggling when we pulled into a parking lot after our quick visit to the football game. While people sat on the bleachers, cheering for their respective teams, I was on my knees sucking Corey off. If anyone had looked down, they would have gotten an eyeful. It had been exhilarating.
“Last stop,” Corey said and squeezed my knee.
“Where are we?” I said, looking out the window. Three glass-covered buildings stood in a cluster up ahead.
“You’ll see,” Corey said and winked at me before he climbed out of the car.
The building we entered turned out to be a hotel, and he already had a reservation for the night.
“You planned this whole night,” I commented as we rode up in the elevator.
“I did.”
“But you didn’t know we’d be paired up…”
“Didn’t I?” He raised an eyebrow and smirked.
“You rigged it.” It wasn’t so much a question as it was a statement, but Corey just smiled.
Did Tanya do the same? Was she fine with me sleeping with Corey as long as she got to hook up with Cameron? And if so, why didn’t it bother Corey?
“You’re thinking too much,” he said softly and smoothed out the frown lines on my face. Then he leaned in and kissed me. “Let go. It’s just you and me here. Nothing to worry about.”
Easier said than done, but I didn’t tell him that. Instead, I smiled and nodded, meeting his lips in another kiss. His hands found my butt cheeks and squeezed them, lifting me against him. I was only vaguely aware of the elevator doors opening, an empty corridor, and entering a room. It was too hard to concentrate when Corey’s hands were all over me and his tongue exploring my mouth fully. Through mutual efforts, our clothes dropped to the floor piece by piece until we were both naked.
I gasped when my bare back came into contact with cold glass and I realized Corey had backed me against the floor-to-ceiling window. As he stepped back I glanced over my shoulder and saw that the hotel room faced another building and that anyone looking out of their window could see us.
“I told you this was your fantasy night, didn’t I?” Corey said and turned my head back to face him. “We’re far from home, no-one here will recognize you, and maybe they’re not even looking. If they are, all they’ll see is a couple enjoying each other’s company. Picture it, Sandra. Picture yourself looking out the window and seeing yourself getting thoroughly fucked. How would that make you feel?”
I bit my lip. “Hot. Wet. Needy…”
“So let’s give them a show,” he whispered hotly and put some pressure on my shoulders.
I grabbed the back of his thighs and lowered myself to the carpet. His head was waiting for me, glistening with pre-cum. I still had the taste of his cum in my mouth from earlier, but I was happy to have another shot.
Corey grunted as I took him down my throat and swallowed around him. “Fuck, Sandra, you do that so well. I bet those guys at the theater imagined your pretty lips wrapped around their fat cocks when they shot their cum.”
I sucked him harder and massaged his balls, egging him on. The way he was talking about our night was getting me even hotter and I wanted to touch myself so bad.
“Rub yourself,” Corey said hoarsely and I wondered if he was a mind-reader. “I wanna watch you come as I shoot my load down your pretty throat.”
/> I moaned around him and slipped one hand down to my pussy, finding my clit with my middle finger to rub it furiously.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Corey said, encouraging me.
As my focus went to my own orgasm, Corey took control of my head, using it for his pleasure. He thrust deep and came, shooting his cum down my throat. I was still working on my clit when he pulled me to my feet and turned me so I was facing the window.
“Show them,” he said hoarsely, cupping my breasts. “Ride your hand for them.”
I closed my eyes and leaned back against him, working my fingers into my pussy while using my thumb to thrum my clit.
“They’re hiding in their darkened rooms to watch you. You’re so beautiful, Sandra. You’re making them all come.”
I cried out when he twisted my nipples and I felt my walls ripple around my fingers. I came screaming and, just when my legs felt like they were giving out, Corey scooped me up and carried me to the bed. He covered my body with his, kissing me all over while working his cock hard again.
When we arrived back at Corey’s house, Cameron’s car was still parked outside. I checked the time on my phone. A quarter to eight.
“Well… I guess I can catch a ride back home with Cam,” I said to Corey, attempting an easy laugh. He seemed to see right through me, though.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, why?”
“Does it bother you? That Tanya had sex with your husband last night?”
“Doesn’t it bother you?” I turned to face him.
“Not really,” he said with a shrug. “I told you we have a pretty open marriage.”
“But… doesn’t it change the way you feel about each other?”
“Are you asking if I’m as much in love with Tanya today as I was when we first got married? I’m not. But that doesn’t mean I don’t love her. We’re partners.”
“I don’t know if I can separate sex from feelings,” I said, sighing. “That’s what the fantasy was - that sex with other people would be fun and an experience that would bring me closer to Cameron. Instead, I feel like we’re drifting apart.”
