The Need Within Her

by Jason Lenov

  The climax tore her out of that place. It yanked her mind out and hurled it up into the air. Her body spasmed, convulsing with pleasure as Carter kept stabbing his meat into her cunt. She tensed, then shook as each wave crashed over her.

  Then it was over but Carter was still fucking her.

  Her smile turned dopey. Her mind wandered away, back to that morning, to when she’d opened the bathroom medicine cabinet and stared at her birth control pills. To the dangerously thrilling tremor that had shaken through her and made her close the cabinet and walk away. “Fuck it in me,” she muttered.

  “Say what?” Carter barked, his cock engorging inside her as he approached his emission.

  “Fuck it in me. Fuck you’re cum into me,” Emily slurred, drunk from her climax.

  “Fucken’ right I’ll fuck it into you…ergh!” Carter groaned. His pelvis slammed against her ass. Her cock drove up her tight tunnel.

  Emily shuddered as she felt the first blast of his seed erupt into her pussy.

  “Argh!” Carter roared as he slammed against her again, holding her down and driving his cock even deeper.

  She felt him flex inside her. Closing her eyes she imagined what that muscle looked like. Imagined it puckering then spitting white chum into her crevice, slathering her insides with seed.

  Seed.

  The word made her tremble. She was the fertile field to Carter’s plow. The liquid that his cock was disgorging had more of a chance now. It was thrilling to her. Thinking that the essence of him might infect her and create a copy of them.

  Through the haze in her mind a tiny voice whispered to Emily.

  What the fuck are you doing?

  Her smile grew gooey. It was over. Carter holstering his cock in his jeans, Emily still hanging over the edge of the bed with her legs splayed, Carter’s semen running down them and staining the carpet this time. “Don’t be mad,” she whispered and almost giggled after she said it.

  The hard look in his eyes made her think he was going to walk over and smack her around about it. He didn’t. Just grunted and walked down the stairs.

  Emily started to giggle. Fucking Jack, she thought. And fucking Carter. Fucking Men.

  Maybe there was more fun to be had than just getting her brains fucked out of her skull?

  Chapter Fifteen

  Having spent the day vacillating between states of intense agitation and profound serenity, Jack was relieved to be approaching home as he turned the corner and drove down their street.

  He was elated when he saw Carter’s truck still there. His cock, which had been half-stiff all day, rose to the occasion. He hadn’t stopped thinking about the day before, not for a second.

  Pulling into the driveway, he grabbed his bag from the passenger seat and practically sprinted up the steps of his house. When the door clicked shut behind him he turned his head to listen.

  A rhythmic thudding drifting down the stairs made his heart grow cold in his chest.

  Thump.

  Thump.

  Thump.

  Thump.

  His chest constricted. She hadn’t waited. They hadn’t waited. Why? He’d asked her to. They were supposed to be in this together. His mind swam with questions as he stumbled up the stairs tugging at his tie.

  He tripped on the top step, caught himself with a hand against the door frame and swung his head to look into the bedroom.

  Thump, thump, thump, thump.

  Faster now.

  Emily with her red ass in the air like a baboon. Face pressed against the pillows, eyes wide open but glassy, looking like she was high on something.

  Carter crouching over her with his cock pounding into her pussy, staring straight ahead and out the window, rocking back and forth like one of those drinking bird toys.

  Jack’s cock inflated at the sight.

  They didn’t see him. Or, if they did, pretended not to notice. Emily was staring at him but still looked like she couldn’t see him. Looked far away and slipping farther still.

  When a snarl curled on her lips she clutched the sheets with both fists. “Fuck!” she screamed, the sound of her own voice waking her from her stupor. She tried to look over her shoulder. “Fuck I’m gonna come!” she shrieked.

  Jack gasped at the profanity and at the look of wild abandon in his wife’s eyes.

  Carter grunted and looked down at her ass. The muscles in his jaw clenched.

  “Now! Fuck it into me now! I’m fucking coming!” Emily cried.

  The torrent of expletives made Jack flinch. Emily rarely swore. Here she was face down, ass up, tits slapping against each other as another man plowed her from behind, begging for his cum.

  She shrieked as the climax took her.

  Carter emitted another grunt, then practically sat down on her ass, stuffing his long cock into her cunt.

  From where he was standing Jack could just make out the root of it going pulse, pulse, pulse, as it completed it’s delivery. He froze and stared, unable to tear his eyes away from the wicked sight.

  Emily shook beneath Carter’s massive frame.

  A bead of sweat dripped from Carter’s forehead and landed on her back with a wet splat. His ass rose as he hauled his cock out of her. It was covered in a gooey film of their shared juices. Stepping off the bed Carter grabbed Emily’s torn shirt and wiped his tool with it. He stepped into his underwear and jeans and pulled his shirt over his muscled torso. He walked toward the door and only then acknowledged Jack. “Yard’s nearly done. Should be finished by tomorrow,” he said, then squeezed past Jack through the door.

  Jack barely heard any of it. He was staring at his wife. Staring at Emily who’d stayed in position on the bed her eyelids heavy, ass swaying slightly side to side. He stumbled toward the bed, his heart tight from what he’d just seen. “Emily? Em?” he said, falling to his knees beside the bed.

  She lifted her sleepy lids and a soft smile formed along her lips. “Hey,” she whispered.

  “Emily? What the…you said you’d…you said you’d wait?” His voice was shaky and his hands trembled a little.

  She said she’d wait. She’d told him that this morning. Hadn’t she? Had he imagined it? “You said you’d wait? What…what happened?”

  What happened?

  Suddenly this whole thing, their little experiment, their little outing seemed far more dangerous and spinning slightly out of control. “Emily?” he repeated.

  “Jack.” The way she said his name had a snap to it. “Jack, Jack, Jack.” She grinned.

  What the fuck?

  “Emily stop that. You’re creeping me out.”

  Her smile that of an angry clown. Then it softened into something more pleasant and Jack breathed a sigh of relief. It didn’t really matter. What did it matter if she’d fucked Carter before Jack got home? It didn’t matter. No big deal. He was there now. They could be together.

  He was hard. He realized again how hard and how much he needed a release, now that he’d seen what he’d seen. “Are you okay?” he asked.

  The life returned to her eyes, like she was sobering up. “Me?” she asked. “I’m fine. How are you? Did you like that?”

  His throat tightened at the way her smile changed into something wicked again. “Did I…did I what?”

  “That was for you, Jack,” she explained. “I wanted you to feel what it would be like walking in on your wife cheating on you.”

  This was crazy. She was being crazy. “Stop that. You didn’t cheat on me. I told you to…”

  “I know sweetie,” she said, her ass falling down onto the bed toward Jack. She reached a hand behind her back, put her fingers on her ass cheek and pulled her crack open.

  Jack’s eyes shot to her glistening slit just as the sticky mess Carter had left there began to ooze from it. The need to take her, to retake her, to make her his again, overwhelmed Jack. Fumbling with his belt he climbed onto the bed.

  Emily rolled onto her back and swung a leg around him, baring her messy cunt and offering it to him. Sh
e rose up onto one arm and put her other hand on his neck.

  Jack’s eyes roamed from her bare tits to her snatch, his cock throbbing at the sight of her exposed flesh.

  She pulled him closer. So close their cheeks touched.

  Jack sank down and pressed the tip of his cock against her wet sex.

  “Jack we fucked three times today,” she whispered.

  Her words were like a fist to the gut. “What?” he said, barely able to breathe.

  “As soon as you left. He made me beg for it, Jack. I had to beg him for it in front of Diego.”

  Despite his arousal Jack tried to scramble back. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Was this the truth? Or was this a little game she was playing just for him.

  She clung to him, her fingers sliding up into his hair and tightening into a fist, drawing him closer again. “Fuck me, Jack,” she demanded through clenched teeth. “While it’s still hot. While his cum’s still hot inside me. Fuck me so you know what it feels like fucking your slut wife when she’s full of another man’s cum,” she ordered.

  Jack emitted a shaky sound but her filthy mouth snapped his resolve to get to the bottom of whatever was going on. He pressed the tip of his dick against her snatch.

  “That’s it,” she hissed as she eased his twitching prick into her sloppy hole. “Just like that.”

  Jack was shaking. Trembling at the way his life had pivoted into the darkest porno he could ever have imagined.

  “I can feel you sliding into me,” Emily whispered, her voice tight. “Can you feel it? Can you feel Carter’s seed up inside me? He came in me three times today. I’m so full of him it feels like I’m going to burst.” She clamped her pussy muscles down on his cock. Carter’s cum splattered out from between their joined flesh.

  Jack lurched inside her. He pulled away and she let him. Just enough that they could gaze into each other’s eyes.

  Emily pressed her forehead against his. “Now fuck me,” she growled.

  Jack needed no more invitation. His body reacted before his mind had even parsed the words. Hips bucking he began sawing in and out of her. The dank stench of her used pussy wafted up in between them singeing his nostrils and hardening his cock.

  Emily moaned and closed her eyes.

  Jack watched her. The sight of her enjoying this, him rooting into her pussy with his hard tentacle, caused a confusing swell of arousal to shoot through him. His vision went a little hazy. His sack tightened between his legs.

  Emily’s eyes popped open. Her penetrating stare seemed to bore into the core of Jack’s very soul. She started panting in time with each of his thrusts. “This morning in the bathroom,” she whispered. “I opened the medicine cabinet…”

  Jack’s stomach hollowed and chilled. The excess heat rushed to his dick, hardening it as he felt the first tickle of his orgasm whisper through his aching shaft.

  “My pills are in there,” she whispered.

  Thump, thump, thump, thump.

  Harder and faster than Carter had done. And not looking at her ass. Face to face. In between her legs. With his wife receiving him in a way a woman only takes her husband. She wouldn’t fuck Carter missionary with their eyes locked. He was sure of it.

  “I walked away,” she said, eyes closing, voice dreamy.

  “What?” Jack snapped. Still thumping because he was close. His insides twisted at where she was going with this.

  Emily’s eyes snapped open. “I didn’t take my pill today.”

  “Ugh,” Jack grunted as the weight of what she’d said settled on him.

  Thump, thump, thump, thump.

  The headboard banged against the wall as Jack’s rut accelerated into a punish-fuck. He gritted his teeth. “You fucking slut!” he grunted. His eyes fell to his organ stabbing into her sex.

  Clench.

  She squeezed him when his cock hardened inside her. A smile flickered across her lips. “I didn’t take my pill today,” she sang, her voice distant and hazy like the creepy chorus in a horror film.

  “You’re lying!” Jack shouted. Still fucking, his climax catching up to him now. This was wrong. It was all so horribly wrong and so terribly hot at the same time.

  “I didn’t take my pill today,” she whispered against his cheek. “Fill my cunt with cum.”

  The last sentence cracked over his head like a whip. His orgasm reared then thundered through him. His body arched, driving his cock deep into Emily’s cunt as it belched hot seed into her. His body crackled, electrified by Emily’s deeply disturbing yet incredibly arousing admission about her birth control. Each streak of hot cum that tore through his shaft seared his senses as he shook and trembled on top of her.

  Emily held her forehead pressed against his and watched his eyes. Her eyes went sultry and she squeezed her cunt around his muscle, milking every last drop of juice out of it.

  It was over. The room, the house, the world outside, all rearranged back into their proper shapes but the light seemed different now. Sweat dripped off his forehead and rolled down Emily’s cheek. Jack tried to pull himself out.

  Emily released her grip on his hair and her hand fell lower, down to his ass. She pulled him in. “Stay,” she whispered. “Stay inside me for a minute.”

  Exhausted and now aching again at what she’d done, Jack had no strength to resist. He lowered his body onto hers, Emily falling onto her back and caressing his with one hand.

  As Jack rejoined the real world a finger of worry crept through him. He lifted his head to look into Emily’s eyes.

  She ran a finger over his lips and smiled.

  “Were you being serious?” Jack whispered.

  Her smile widened. “When I told you to fill my cunt?” she whispered back.

  His flaccid cock woke and flexed.

  Emily giggled and twisted a finger in her hair.

  “This is serious. I need to know,” Jack said, scowling. “You didn’t really skip your pill did you?”

  That giggle again. Filled with all the mischief Jack had feared had been living inside Emily all along. Mischief, now that he’d unleashed, might never be contained. “I’m serious!” he snapped.

  Emily’s eyes went wide but the smile didn’t fade from her lips. “Oh my!” she said with mock surprise. “Jack’s so nimble, Jack’s so quick but now Jack’s worried about another man’s…”

  Jack jerked his hips back, unsheathed his cock and shuffled back on the bed. He stared at his wife in shock. “Emily? What are you doing? What’s gotten into you? Em, please,” he said, his tone softening, “stop this. You’re…you’re scaring me.”

  Emily giggled.

  “Have you been drinking?”

  She shook her head.

  Jack’s heart was beating far faster than he would have liked. His mind was racing, trying to piece together what could have happened to Emily to change her like this. Was she high? Was Carter a pothead? Had they smoked up together? Taking a deep breath he crawled up next to her and lay down.

  Emily stayed on her back with her legs splayed but turned her head to look at him.

  “Emily, please,” Jack said one last time.

  “Jack,” Emily whispered. “It’s me. I’m just…messing around.”

  “Why?”

  She shrugged. “It’s fun?”

  “Did you take your birth control today?”

  She shook her head.

  “Jesus,” he said through clenched teeth. “Did Carter really fuck you three times?”

  She nodded.

  “You’re not drunk? You’re not on anything?”

  Her smile faded. Eyes focused on some spot far away, far past the wall of the bedroom. Her eyes went a little glassy like she was going to cry. She turned to look at him again. “Jack,” she said, voice shaking.

  “Okay that’s it,” Jack said, rolling to the side and trying to get up. “That’s enough. Enough of this. This is getting too crazy. I don’t like you like this. I’m calling Carter and telling him not to come back.”

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nbsp; Emily scrambled up off the bed and clutched his arm. “No!” she said, her voice full of desperation.

  “What?” Jack said turning to look into her eyes.

  “Please, no,” she said, lowering her gaze to the bed.

  “Why not?”

  She thought for a moment. “I need it, Jack.”

  “Need what?”

  Their eyes met. “His cock.”

  A shiver raced down Jack’s back. His eyes went wide. “Emily you’re acting like a…”

  “Crazy person?”

  “Yes.”

  “I know. I know that’s what it seems like but…”

  Jack waited wondering what excuse she’d come up with for this insane behaviour.

  “I know you feel it, too,” she said.

  “Feel it? Feel what?”

  “I felt what happened when I told you that he fucked me bare and that I hadn’t taken my pill. Your cock went rock-solid hard, Jack. You liked it.”

  “Emily that is no reason to…”

  “It’s the danger of it, isn’t it?” she asked.

  Jack’s mouth formed a tight line.

  “That’s it. I know it is. I feel it too. It’s so fucking crazy dangerous. It’s like a drug right? Like…like speed or something.”

  “You’ve never even…”

  “But I can imagine. I can imagine that’s what it’s like. It makes the world go away, right? Your mind just focuses on that one thing, on that insanely dangerous possibility and you just ride that high until…” She trailed off and she was far away again, reliving the feeling.

  Jack sighed. He’d taken a few crisis intervention courses at work and Emily was exhibiting all the signs of a person in crisis. What was it? The first step? Make them feel like they’re being listened to? “Emily I get it. You know I do. You know I feel it too.”

  “Yes!” she said, her eyes going wide as she squeezed his arm.

  “Yes. Yes. I’m here. Right here with you. It makes me crazy. It makes me come. But you know we can’t keep doing this. It’s…it’s not right. I’m not saying let’s stop forever. Just for right now. You know? Tap the brakes? Let’s just…take a breather. Put some distance between us and this thing.”