The Need Within Her

by Jason Lenov

  Kevin looked to Carter, who nodded. With another groan he hauled himself up off the couch and trudged toward the door.

  Kevin was gone. It was only her and Carter and Jack left. She turned and walked over to her husband, leaned over and kissed his lips. “I’m going to fuck him for you now, okay?” she said.

  Jack looked at her with wide eyes and nodded his consent.

  Emily bit her lip. She spun around and walked over to Carter with a confident strut. When she tried to swing a leg over his lap, he grabbed her thigh and stopped her. Her smile faded. “What’s wrong?” she whispered.

  Carter shook his head. “I don’t do used,” he said.

  Emily’s heart sank. The whole day she’d been thinking of this, dreaming of it, letting Jack watch her while Carter fucked her one last time. He wasn’t really going to deny her that, was he?

  Anger roared to life inside her. This was just like him. Fucking playing with her the same way he’d played with her that day in the store. She shot him a furious scowl, livid that he was going to be like this. Enraged that her power somehow didn’t work on him.

  “Turn around,” Carter ordered. “And bend over. I’m gonna’ fuck you in the ass.”

  Emily’s jaw fell slack. She exhaled a breath in disbelief. The Emily from three days hence returned with a vengeance. The loose slut she’d become hardened into outraged feminist. How dare he? What right did he have to expect her to just turn around and let him…fuck her in the ass?!? She most certainly would not.

  She folded her arms over her chest in defiance. “Like hell you are,” she said.

  Carter wrapped a hand around his dick and gave it a long stroke, eyeing her as he did.

  Emily hated how her eyes were drawn to the motion. Hated the way her sex throbbed at seeing it and how it called to her, drew her toward him.

  “It’s like this,” Carter said. “I don’t fuck used pussy. It’s going to take a while for that to drain out of there,” he said, pointing at her shaved sex.

  Emily glanced down to see torrents of seed running down her legs. Suddenly the shame she thought she’d shed came racing through her again. What was she doing? Standing naked in the living room, having just fucked two men and now contemplating letting this one fuck her in the ass while Jack watched from the corner?

  “Now you can feel this cock inside you one more time,” Carter went on, “or you can pass. But I’m not dipping this stick into that spunk in there. Those guys work for me. If they got wind that I did sloppy seconds you think they’d ever listen to another thing I have to say again?”

  Emily’s cheeks heated with rage. Her mind raced with every profanity she could hurl at Carter. And yet…

  A hand settled on her shoulder.

  She startled and turned to see Jack standing behind her. He bowed his head and tilted it, kissing her neck.

  “What are you doing?” she whispered.

  Their eyes met. Jack’s expression looked so loving, so grateful, so attentive.

  Emily turned to face him.

  “Baby, you can do this,” he said softly.

  Emily balked. “What?” she breathed in disbelief. She shook her head. “You know I don’t…”

  Jack pressed a finger against her lips, silencing her. “You haven’t,” he said. “That doesn’t mean you don’t.”

  Emily couldn’t believe it. Of all the dirty things she could imagine, she couldn’t believe her husband was asking her to let another man into her…down there. Just the thought of it was humiliating.

  Then something began to twist inside her. All that hot humiliation and shame and anger twined together and Emily felt her pussy tighten. “Oh god,” she groaned. “Oh no.” She shook her head, trying to drive away the impulse that was gripping her.

  “It’s okay,” Jack soothed. “It’s going to be okay. Do it for me? Please?”

  Emily glanced down to see his cock jumping up and down between his legs. She looked up and once again the warm glow of his attention wrapped around her like a blanket. The tension left her shoulders. She returned to that place. The happy place where Emily the harlot lived. She glanced over her shoulder at Carter’s thick muscle and tried to imagine fitting it into her ass. She shook her head. “I can’t,” she whimpered. “It’s too big.”

  Jack put his hands on her shoulders and started to walk her backwards toward Carter.

  Emily sank deeper inside herself. Pleasure flickered up from her pussy, tickling the base of her brain.

  “You can,” Jack whispered. “I know you can.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Jack had no idea what was compelling him. The dirtiness of it all? Certainly. The need to see his wife walk these final steps to her debasement? Also yes.

  Digging to the core of his feelings about it he found a darker desire there.

  Emily had, over the last few days, wrested control of her own sexuality from him. It was a terrible thing to think. Jack never thought he was that guy. But seeing her using her feminine appeal to bend men to her whims inspired a possessive instinct in him he had known was there, had wrestled with for as long as he could remember.

  For better or for worse, Jack needed to assert that a part of her still belonged to him in some way. Not that he owned her, no. Not like that. This was the year twenty-naught-nineteen. Men didn’t own women anymore.

  That didn’t mean they didn’t still seek to control them. This was not a small thing he was asking her to do. Emily didn’t take it in the ass. But Jack, through his angsty lust, knew that if he could coax her into it, it would restore him in his rightful place as the head of their relationship.

  It was a terrible thing to think. But sometimes nice guys had terrible thoughts and this was one of those times.

  He shuffled forward, guiding Emily toward Carter and his hardened manhood.

  Emily looked into his eyes. Her gaze hardened to steel. “If I do this,” she said, “I get one more night with him. Just me and him.”

  Jack’s throat tightened and his guts twisted. He faltered for a moment. But on quick reflection he knew there was only one way forward. “Of course, sweetheart,” he said. “Anything you want.”

  Emily’s expression changed, to what Jack couldn’t really tell. Disbelief? Relief? Excitement? Maybe a little bit of each.

  Emily lifted her hands and reached around and spread her ass cheeks. Her lip quivered and her eyes darted up to Jack’s. “Can you get some…some lube?” she whispered.

  Before Jack could answer he heard Carter spit. Standing up taller to look over Emily’s shoulder, he saw Carter twisting a hand around his middle finger, working in the glob of saliva he’d deposited there. A few seconds later Carter pressed the tip of that same finger against Emily’s tight anus.

  She gasped and fell forward, bending at the waist and grabbing Jack by the hips to keep her balance.

  Jack groaned as he felt her hot breath on his cock-head.

  Emily winced and groaned as Carter twisted and pushed his finger up into her. First up to the knuckle, then deeper until his fist was up against her ass.

  Jack felt Emily tremble at her virgin ass being probed.

  “You see?” Carter said. “Not too bad, is it?”

  Emily hesitated. Then she shook her head. “It isn’t,” she whispered. “I…it feels kind of…” She looked up and locked eyes with Jack. “I like it.”

  Carter pulled the finger halfway out, then pushed it back in.

  Emily shook again. “Oh god, Jack, I love it.” Falling lower she slurped his cock into her mouth and her cheeks hollowed as she started sucking.

  Jack groaned as a shot of bliss raced up from in between his legs and doused his brain.

  Carter fucked Emily’s ass with his finger a few more times, then pulled it out. Spreading her cheeks, he spat another wad onto her sphincter. Then he pulled her closer, lowering her onto himself. His cock head pressed against her back hole.

  Emily groaned all over Jack’s cock. She grabbed the root of it and started pumpin
g as she pulled her face off. “Oh fuck put it in me. Put that fat cock into my ass!” she begged.

  Carter gripped her waist and jerked her lower. The head of his cock popped into her puckered hole.

  Emily gobbled Jack’s cock back into her mouth, screaming at the pleasure coming from her backside.

  Jack put a hand over her head and one under her chin. Rocking her back and forth he started fucking her face.

  Carter slowly eased Emily over himself.

  Jack watched as that long, thick prick disappeared into his wife’s backside. It wasn’t long before she was seated on Carter’s lap, bouncing up and down while she continued sucking Jack’s cock.

  His vision blurred.

  Emily moaned beneath him.

  His hips bucked, spearing his cock deep into Emily’s throat as Carter fucked her ass. He could barely see a thing when Carter started to grimace.

  Emily’s moans filled the room. Her fingers drifted between her legs and began flicking at her clit.

  Carter grunted. His ass rose up off the seat and plunged into Emily.

  Jack drove his shaft into her until he felt his balls against her chin.

  Emily’s scream gurgled out over his cock again. As Carter’s cock began pumping seed into her ass, her climax came.

  Jack felt a rush of hot cum pulse through his shaft. It exploded out the tip and into Emily’s belly.

  Reality flickered like a failing screen.

  Jack soared over the peak of his climax and emerged out the other end changed once again. The little boy who’d lived inside him all these years was gone. In his place there stood a Man.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Emily smiled at the feeling of Jack’s body cupping hers in the darkness. His cock pressed against her ass, rising to life. She giggled. “Oh my gosh, Jack, really? Again?”

  Jack laughed as he kissed her back softly.

  Emily giggled, working herself closer against his body. It had been a long, sexless week while she was on her period. Jack hadn’t hesitated in making up for lost time.

  “You sure you don’t want to?” Jack asked.

  “What?” Emily purred. “Fuck again? We did it three times already!”

  “No,” Jack said, his voice lower, now more serious. “Keep your end of the bargain.”

  Emily’s smile twisted a little. It had been three weeks. She hadn’t seen Carter since he’d finished the backyard. It was driving Jack a little crazy. “I might,” she said, her smile widening.

  Jack groaned. “Emily how much longer are you going to keep me waiting? Can’t we just get it over with?” he asked.

  Emily rolled over to face him. She pressed a hand against his cheek and kissed him on the lips. Despite their three couplings that evening, hot and wet pulsed into her sex. “What’s the matter?” she whispered. “Worried I’m going to do it behind your back?”

  A nervousness crept into Jack’s expression. “You wouldn’t do that,” he said, not sounding at all sure of himself.

  Emily bit her lip. Her eyes darted over Jack’s face, studying his expression. That feeling began to build inside her again. Her craving. Her need. She ran a palm over Jack’s cheek. “Of course I wouldn’t,” she said. Shivers of anticipation rushed up her spine as she lulled Jack back into security.

  Into that place she knew he craved. As the Man, head of their household and family, master of his domain. She loved watching him go there.

  Sweeping a leg over his, she crawled up and onto him. Her breasts hung beneath her chest. Leaning forward she lowered one to his mouth.

  Jack slurped it greedily into his lips. His cock slipped into her pussy.

  Emily rolled her hips back and forth, back and forth, staring at her husband with his eyes closed beneath her.

  Kind Jack. Good Jack. Jack who knew just what to say and when to say it. She loved him so dearly, Emily did. Would do anything for him.

  Well, almost anything. There was one thing that would keep her from being the perfect, obedient wife to her amazing Jack. Three weeks ago she’d found it. With Jack’s help she’d learned to master it. Just not…completely.

  Sometimes it crawled up out of her at night. Worked around her and sent her hand between her legs to try and shoo it away. But it was persistent. Insistent. Emily loathed and loved it at the same time the way a mother loves her children.

  But she craved it when it wasn’t there. She’d never tell Jack that, though.

  Jack did better when he thought it wasn’t there.

  She’d even given it a name. Nothing fancy. Just called it what it was.

  The need within her.

  THE END

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