The Need Within Her

by Jason Lenov

  Her shoulders sagged. She shook her head.

  Jack’s stomach felt like he’d swallowed rocks.

  Emily looked up at him from under her brow, pouting. “You’re…you’re probably right.”

  Relief. The weight in his gut easing as he saw her coming to her senses, the shape of her face changing back into the Emily he remembered. Not the deranged sex-addict she’d become overnight.

  “Just one more day?”

  “What?”

  “One more day, Jack. Then I’ll stop. We’ll stop. I promise. Let Carter finish the yard.”

  He shook his head. “Emily I can’t let you…”

  Her brow furrowed and she glared at him. “Then I’m going to keep fucking him, Jack.” She nearly spat his name at him. “I’m going to fuck and fuck and fuck and…”

  Jack felt he was losing her again. She was drifting farther away, saying things she probably didn’t even mean. Becoming the crazy woman he’d just managed to talk down. “Alright, okay!” he said, grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her lightly. “Okay. Fine. Just…one more day and that’s it, right? Right?”

  Her smile returned. She nodded at him. “Right,” she whispered.

  “Promise me. Just one more day.”

  “I promise, Jack. Just one more day.” She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck in a tight hug. “I love you,” she said. Then, “thank-you.”

  It stung. His wife thanking him for allowing her lover to return for one more day. He’d started all this. Or had he? It was Emily who’d first confessed about that day at the store. If he only hadn’t told her about his dark fantasy…

  It didn’t matter. None of that mattered. It was in the past. They were here now. What was important was getting Emily back. He’d do whatever he had to to make that happen. Whatever it took.

  Chapter Sixteen

  As Jack slept next to her on the bed, Emily stared up into the darkness at the ceiling. Every so often she would glance at her husband and smile. At times remorse would buzz around her like a fly. Each time she would swat it away with the anticipation of what tomorrow would bring.

  Her sex would tighten at the thought of Carter’s cock. Never had she craved a thing so much as she craved it. The way it filled her. How it stretched and plied her when they fucked.

  But the backdrop to her desire remained unshifting. It was Jack. Standing at the edge of the room with his mouth hanging open, his eyes fixed on her and only her. Watching her and wanting her in that desperate way that only came from giving her away.

  A few times she reached between her legs and touched herself. Hoping to capture some small fraction of the pleasure she had felt over the last two days. Each climax by her own hand proved a disappointment.

  Emily knew what she needed. She loathed leaving Jack alone to get it. Knew it was wrong and that she shouldn’t. She began rearranging things inside her mind. Wasn’t it him that had pushed them into this? Couldn’t she blame him for not being able to sleep? For being unable to think of anything but Carter’s fat cock fucking her?

  Which is how she slowly came to justifying what she was about to do. She deserved it, didn’t she? Didn’t she deserve to be happy? To be able to sleep? And if there was only one thing that would bring relief from the horrible, aching tension that plagued her pussy, didn’t she deserve that, too?

  Poking a toe out from under the covers she slipped out of bed. She picked up her phone off the nightstand and padded across the floor and out of the room. She walked through the hall by the glowing light of the screen and stepped into the bathroom, closing the door softly shut behind her.

  She tapped out a message with her thumbs.

  Come and fuck me?

  She tapped her nails against the sink as she waited for an answer. Her heart jumped when her phone dinged.

  Are you an animal? It’s midnight.

  Emily bit her lip.

  I need your dick.

  She waited.

  If I show up there I’m not driving back home.

  Emily scowled at this. Because what would Jack say? It took more rearranging but finally she convinced herself that, after all, Jack had agreed to one more day. The day started at midnight, didn’t it?

  Fine. You can stay.

  A pang of guilt twisted through her at what she’d written. But Jack would understand. She’d make him understand. And if he didn’t? Well, she would cross that bridge when she came to it.

  It took five anxious minutes for the reply to come.

  On my way.

  Emily sighed in relief. Tiptoeing down the stairs she started pacing up and down the hallway. Time seemed to slow as she waited. The low growl of Carter’s truck sent a jolt of adrenaline shooting through her, followed by a hot rush of excitement that soaked her sex.

  She opened the door just as Carter was about to knock. Grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him into the house, pressed her chest, covered only by a thin t-shirt, against his. Her hand fell to the lump between his legs.

  “You dirty little slut,” he growled. “Does Jack know about this?”

  She shook her head and bit her lip.

  “Ain’t that cheating?”

  She scowled. “What do you care? You were going to fuck me without him knowing anyways.”

  “That wasn’t the arrangement though was it?” he said.

  She didn’t reply. Didn’t have time for it. Her pussy was tight and itchy and she needed a dose of Carter’s hot cum more than anything right then. She sank to her knees and undid his belt, tugged his pants down and hauled his cock out of his boxers.

  She held it two inches from her face, studying the gnarled vein, wondering at how something could look so disgusting and so beautiful all at once. She gazed up into his eyes and slapped the head of it against her cheek. “Tell me I’m a slut,” she whispered.

  “You’re a dirty little slut,” he said.

  “Make me your whore,” she begged.

  He grabbed the hair at the top of her head and tilted her face back. Leaning over her he stared into her eyes in the dim light of the hall. “Go upstairs and tell Jack I’m here. If I’m not asleep by the time you get back you’ll get yours,” Carter said.

  Emily’s shoulders slumped under the weight of what she had to do to get what she so desperately craved. When Carter let go of her hair she crumpled on the cold tile floor and turned her head to look up the stairs.

  He stuffed his cock back into his jeans, walked into the living room and fell down onto the couch.

  She hated him for making her go wake Jack, though she was thankful for it. It was the right thing to do. Maybe Carter was more than just a knucklehead? Maybe there was a heart in there somewhere beneath that rough exterior.

  Rising slowly to her feet, she trudged up the stairs and into the bedroom. It startled her to see Jack sitting up, awake.

  “He here?” he whispered through the darkness.

  Emily nodded.

  “You need it that bad?”

  Her body shook and tears threatened to roll down her cheeks. She couldn’t help but ask herself what she was doing and why? And all because of one lewd comment? Or was there more to it than that?

  Had this thing, this need, really been living inside her this whole time? Dormant and waiting to be unlocked, no, unleashed? All those things she’d said, those dirty, terrible things, begging Carter to make her his whore. Was that really her? Or was this just a game that once you started you couldn’t stop playing?

  The ache between her legs was maddening. Insufferable, almost. But her heart swelled seeing Jack, her husband, her lover, sitting there staring at her with that grim expression. She went to him. Sat down on the edge of the bed and caressed the stubble on his cheek with her fingertips. There was space between them. Too much of it. She didn’t like that.

  “You want to bring him up?” he asked.

  Emily sniffled and wiped her nose with her finger. It was all she wanted, to feel Carter's rock hard cock pressing into her, stretch
ing her in a way no other man had. And yet there was Jack staring at her. The man she loved so much. The man she’d built a life with. The tension of it nearly tore her in two.

  Her hand fell to Jack’s lap. His cock was hard as steel. She almost nodded in reply. Pressing a hand against his chest, she mounted the bed.

  Jack fell back against the sheets.

  Emily balled her fist around the front of the t-shirt he was wearing. With her other hand she pushed his boxers down. His cock sprang out, engorged and ready.

  Jack’s mouth fell open as he gasped.

  Emily peeled off her panties. She swung a leg over his waist, pressed her pussy against his rigid member and let her wet drip down onto him. With both hands on his chest, she relaxed her thighs and sank onto him.

  Jack exhaled and closed his eyes. His body shuddered.

  Emily started to rock back and forth. She closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of his cock inside her. He wasn’t as big as Carter. She couldn’t feel him the same way she felt Carter’s horse cock but it still felt good. Almost scratched the itch that wouldn’t go away.

  Jack reached up and grabbed her breasts.

  Emily pulled her t-shirt up, exposing them to him. His hands settled on her bare chest and kneaded the soft flesh. Then his fingers drifted down to her nipples and rolled them, twisting and pinching. The tiny bursts of pain that brought were electric. Emily felt him flex inside her.

  “I love you,” Jack said softly.

  “I love you, too,” she whispered back. She clamped down on him with her pussy. It sent a pleasant rush of bliss through her.

  Jack hardened again.

  She picked up speed. Rocking back and forth, gliding off his cock until the tip nearly popped out of her drenched pussy, then sliding back up, taking him all the way to the root, trying to push him as deep inside her as he could go.

  One more day. One more day of knowing what it felt like to be used and owned and filled completely. She hoped Carter would give it to her rough. Show her what it meant to be a real slut.

  “Are you thinking of him.”

  Emily’s eyes snapped open. “Yes,” she whispered.

  Jack let out a low grunt. His abs flexed and his back rose up off the bed. He held her gaze in his. “I’m close,” he said.

  Emily rode harder. She could feel the climax that had been building slipping away. “Almost there,” she said, squeezing him again. She started bouncing her ass on his lap. It met his thighs with wet slaps. Her pussy was drooling hot liquid.

  Jack groaned. His cock throbbed as his hands fell to her hips. “Emily…” he said, his voice strained.

  She was panting. She could feel it twisting through her. Pleasure pounding through her from where their bodies met. Just a few more seconds…

  Jack’s cock started twitching. “Oh fuck I’m coming,” he hissed.

  Thump, thump, thump, thump.

  The first hot shot of his cum splashed up into her pussy. Emily squeezed her eyes shut tight. A vision blossomed in her mind. Carter underneath her. His fat member pumping cum as he came. It tipped her over the edge. A scream tore up her throat. She quashed it right before it came roaring up. She let it out in a quiet breath instead.

  Her body peaked.

  The space between them vanished as Jack rose up to sit. His cock still hard, he wrapped his arms around her back and held her as she finished herself on it.

  Losing herself in the hot emptiness of her climax, Emily found the place again. The place where she was really herself. Not with Carter but with Jack this time. With Jack inside her, with his cum running out of her, not Carter’s. A peace settled over her at knowing Jack could take her there.

  The orgasm released her, her body still rising and falling over Jack. Slowing she leaned forward, pressing her weight against him. Together they fell back onto the bed. Emily kissed his neck. She lay there until his soft cock slipped from her, followed by a trickle of his seed.

  Rolling off him she lay down on her side and put a hand over his chest.

  A long silence stretched out, making her think Jack had fallen asleep. “You still want this?” his voice stirred her from near-slumber.

  Did she?

  Her lips parted. She took a breath. “One more day, Jack,” she said softly. “Just one more day.”

  Jack put his hand over her and squeezed. “One more day then,” he repeated.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Jack trudged down the stairs, his head still groggy from sleep, rubbing his eyes and trying to wake up. He held his phone in his hand, tapped out a quick message to his secretary saying he was sick, then pocketed it in the bathrobe he was wearing.

  As his mind wandered over the events of the last few days, he searched for the source of the excitement and anguish that had nearly driven him insane. He thought of Emily, still sleeping upstairs. Thought of what the day held. Wondered what that had been last night, when she’d come up and made love to him instead of giving herself to Carter.

  No amount of searching revealed the root of his fear or his desire. Suddenly it seemed there was only numbness in it’s place.

  Looking up as he walked into the kitchen, he froze.

  Carter turned to look at him. Standing at the counter, coffee cup in hand, he raised it in a silent “good morning.”

  Jack nodded. Pushing through his inhibitions he forced himself to keep walking, feeling like a stranger in his own kitchen. “Morning,” he mumbled. Reaching up he grabbed a mug and poured himself a cup of strong, black coffee. He could feel Carter’s stare on his back. He turned to face him. “Why are you here?”

  “Emily texted me last night,” he answered.

  “I know she did. She told me you were here. I mean why did you come? Your reason, not hers.”

  Carter frowned and for the first time since Jack had first laid eyes on him, seemed to be experiencing an emotion behind that stoic gaze of his. It caused another thought to form in Jack’s mind. That Carter was a person, too, not just a piece of meat. Not just a cock attached to that muscular frame.

  Carter shrugged. “Doesn’t matter, does it?” he said.

  A sorrow, faint at first, swelled through Jack. Why was Carter there? Did this guy who tried to pick up women in grocery stores and answered booty calls at midnight have any happiness in his life besides the fleeting pleasure of fucking a woman? Didn’t seem like the time for a question like that. Jack decided on another. “Did you fuck her?” Jack asked.

  Carter shook his head. “Nope,” he said.

  “Why not?” Jack demanded.

  Carter stared at him for a good long time. “Told her she had to tell you first.”

  This startled Jack. He met Carter’s steely gaze, unable to conceal his surprise at the revelation. “You told her that?” he said.

  Carter gave a single nod.

  “Why?”

  “Seemed like that was the deal.”

  It worked through Jack slowly. The realization that Carter, through that one small gesture, may have saved them from themselves. Because how would Jack have felt if the answer had been different? If he’d woken up that morning and found out Emily had fucked Carter while he slept?

  It was a terrifying proposition. Jack thought hard, searching for the answer to the question. What would it have been like? Would it have shattered the trust between them? Finding her in bed with Carter? Would this have frayed the last few strands holding them together? Would he have been able to go on living with the Emily he’d feared she could become all these years?

  The answer dawned on him like a rising sun. It’s light slayed each shadow where his fears and demons lurked. It filled him with a joy he’d never known before. A courage he thought he did not posses.

  The last few days he’d seen Emily debased in ways he couldn’t have imagined. Seen her succumb to every base need inside herself. He’d watched her twist from loving wife and mother into a hungry monster that craved one thing.

  Through it all the way he felt about her hadn’t
changed a bit. If anything he loved her more than ever. Even as he watched her take another man into their bed.

  Because their love wasn’t just something that he felt. Their love was something that they’d built. Nothing would ever change that. Not ever.

  He looked at Carter. “You’re a…good guy.” Jack paused before he said it because it seemed silly.

  Carter smirked, trying to deflect the compliment by belittling it.

  Jack knew his type. There was more to Carter than he let on. There were feelings in there that might never come out. He felt sorry for him, crazy as that seemed. Setting his coffee down, Jack took a step toward Carter.

  This time Carter reacted. He retreated. Leaned back a little, like he was worried Jack would take a swing.

  Jack held up his hands to show he didn’t mean to. He extended one a little farther, offering a handshake.

  Carter scowled, perplexed.

  “I just wanted to say thanks,” Jack said.

  More confusion deepened the lines of Carter’s brow. “What?”

  “You helped us here. Helped me…no, you helped her, too.”

  “How?” Carter asked.

  “Sometimes…you’ve got to face what you fear to make it go away. You helped me see it.”

  Carter shook his head. He looked like he didn’t like this. Still, his curiosity seemed piqued. “See what?” he finally grunted.

  “I thought I was scared of Emily. Scared of what would happen if she found this out about herself. This…need. She needs you, you know? Well, your…” Jack nodded at Carter’s crotch. He thought Carter’s face went a little red but only for a moment. “I thought I was scared of what would happen to us if she gave in to her craving.”

  A silence stretched between them. “And?” Carter said.

  Jack shook his head. “It wasn’t that. Wasn’t that at all. I wasn’t scared of Emily. Wasn’t even scared of her leaving me, I don’t think.”

  “What then?”

  “I think…” Jack took a deep breath, trying to still the wobble in his voice as he spoke. “I think I was scared of myself.”

  It was impossible to know if Carter understood what he meant. But he took Jack’s hand and shook it anyway.