by Lexi Archer
Damn. Just damn. There was no other word that I could think of to describe what was happening right in front of me.
Damn!
I didn't think this could happen. I didn't think there was any chance my fiancée would even meet up with Ben for him to collect on this bet he'd made in his mind. Even when I saw him in the gym I didn't really think there was a chance she would actually give in to his advances, only now it seemed there was something to his player persona after all. He'd certainly gotten her to break down a hell of a lot faster than I had when we started dating.
It was so utterly fascinating. It was as though I was watching a porn, only it was a porn starring the most beautiful girl in the world who was supposed to be all mine. I felt jealousy flaring up inside me even as my cock was rock hard and throbbing in my pants. Even as I was in very real danger of blowing my load against those pants. It seemed like just the friction provided by my cock rubbing against the inside of my boxers might be enough to send me over the edge.
And from the way they were gasping and moaning it looked like I wasn't the only one who was very close to going over the edge. Their sighs were getting louder, and Ben was getting bolder.
His hand moved to her stomach, and I waited for her hand to flash out and push him away. It'd happened like that so many times when we first started making out, back before she even let me get as far as feeling her up. Only her hand never moved. She never pushed him away. No, instead she gasped and leaned into him.
Then his hand started moving up and he was cupping her breasts. Through her T-shirt and her bra, to be sure, but the fact remained that another man had his hands all over my fiancée's tits. That was supposed to be my playground, and that jealousy was burning just as a white hot as my arousal. I had to stop and take a breath. I almost squeezed my eyes shut to avoid blowing my load, but there was no chance that I could take my eyes away from that sight.
I figured that would be it, but then he was moving his hand down and under her shirt. I held my breath, wondering if she was going to allow him to do this as well. They were gasping and the wet sound of their kissing was obvious even from my vantage point on the other side of the room as his hand moved up, exposing some of her slim and tight stomach.
Up and I saw her belly button. Up even more and I saw the underside of a pink bra that was one of my favorites. She knew it was one of my favorites. She probably wore the thing precisely because she was planning on getting naughty with me later in the evening when we could sneak off on our own.
I wondered if she had any inkling when she was getting ready for this evening that it would be another man who was feeling her up and exploring that bra. Probably not.
He was so close. In my mind I was urging him to go ahead and do it even as I was also screaming at the idea of another man actually feeling one of her bare tits. It was such a confusing roiling mixture of confused emotions that I almost felt like I needed to lean down and puke, but I didn't.
Partly because arousal was winning out over fear, but mostly because if I puked then it would definitely give away my hiding spot.
Only it looked like her instincts were finally kicking in. Her hand moved up and grabbed his wrist before he could get to the prize. For a moment they stayed like that, neither moving, and I held my breath. I wondered if he was going to keep moving in for the prize. Only he finally pulled his hand away as she pulled away from the kiss.
It was obvious she was flustered. She was breathing heavily and she was staring at him with disbelief on her face. Hell, I couldn't believe she'd actually done that, but I also couldn't deny how fucking hot it had been!
"I can't… We shouldn't… I…"
"Don't tell me you didn't enjoy that," he said. "You could enjoy it so much more if you'd just let go…"
She looked at him for a moment, and for that moment it seemed as though she was seriously considering his words. Then she stood and started towards the door. Which sent me into a fresh new panic seeing as how I was exposed out here in the hallway. Thankfully Diana stopped just before the doorway, turned and looked at Ben. I ducked back as she wheeled around. I figured with her standing right in front of the door there was too much danger of him spotting me.
"This can't happen Ben," she said. "That was hot, but…"
I didn't wait around any longer. Panic finally got the better of me and I turned and made my way down the hallway as quickly as I could without making any noise. I figured at any moment she'd step out, spot me, and realize I'd been sitting there listening, but I never heard a scream. I reached the end of the hallway and disappeared around a corner, peering around the edge in time to see her walk out and then turn to go in the same direction that Trevor Kidd had earlier.
Maybe there was a shortcut that way that I didn't know about, but either way I needed to get back down to the gym. Diana would be heading down there and wondering where the hell I was.
8: Lies and Truths
I got back down to the gym after Diana, as I'd expected. I didn't know this church nearly as well as she did considering she'd grown up in the place. There definitely had to be a shortcut or some other way to get down here to the gym that I didn't know about.
When I walked up to her there was a look of concern on her face, and I worried for a moment that there was something on my face that betrayed the confusing roiling mix of emotions threatening to overwhelm me.
"Where were you? What took you so long up there?" she asked.
No, I guess it wasn't that my confused state was obvious. She was just wondering what the hell I'd been up to. It was almost enough to make me shake my head. She'd probably got down here a few minutes ahead of me at best, and she was trying to make it seem like she'd been back here for awhile and annoyed at me for not being back judging by the tone of her voice. I couldn't believe it!
"I think the real thing I should be asking is what took you so long?" I asked.
"What are you talking about? I've been here for…"
"Down here for awhile, eh?" I asked. "I suppose it would go a lot faster checking that one room if you had help…"
Her face suddenly went pale. She looked at me with an unreadable expression. Her eyes moved back and forth searching my own. It was obvious she was trying to figure out how much I knew, as though I could be any more obvious then I'd just been!
"What are you talking about?" she asked. "I was up there alone…"
It took every ounce of my control to school my expression to something halfway neutral. I couldn't believe it. She was actually trying to play it off like she was up there alone. I'd given her one hell of an opening to come clean, and she was still trying to get around it!
"Oh nothing honey," I said.
I put an arm around her, and I couldn't help but think about how Ben's arms had been around her just moments ago. How his hands had been running all over her body. And I had to quickly move away from that train of thought, because there was a very real danger that I was going to get another hard on and that the last place I wanted something like that to happen was in the middle of the church gym where there were so many witnesses.
I searched around the gym for a moment before finding Ben. He was over with his niece laughing and smiling. Acting like he didn't have a care in the world. He glanced over towards us once, but it was a quick glance. As though he was looking around the room. If I hadn't been searching his face so intently I might've missed how he stopped for the briefest of moments on Diana before moving on.
He was good. Oh yes, he was good. Nothing about that look gave away what had just happened. The prick.
My eyes continued searching the room until they fell on someone else. On Trevor. He was sitting at the edge of the gym looking around nervously as though he was expecting someone to come up and call him off to get yelled at any moment now. I almost felt sorry for the kid. Almost. He was breaking the rules and he was stupid enough to get caught, after all. Still, feeling sorry for him wasn't going to stop me from using him now. I just hoped it wouldn't get o
verheard and get him in trouble. I at least had that much consideration for other people, unlike Ben.
"I'm worried about Trevor over there," I said.
"Trevor? How do you know Trevor? What are you talking about?" Diana asked.
"I don't know," I said, relishing the moment. Relishing being able to tweak her like this. "He looks a little sick or something. Like there's something bothering him. Maybe we should call his parents?"
"No!" Diana said, a little too fast and a little too intensely.
I looked down at her and smiled. Her eyes went wide. She grabbed me by the arm and then I was being dragged towards one of the doors leading out of the gym. I was being pulled out into an empty hallway, and she kept pulling until we were far enough away that nobody would be able to get close enough to hear us without us seeing them first.
"What did you see?"
I decided to play up the innocent angle for just a little bit longer. This was too much fun to pass up.
"What are you talking about?" I asked. "Was there something for me to see?"
"Stop playing games Sean," Diana said. Her eyes were welling up with moisture. A single tear trickled down the side of her face. That was interesting. She was the one who'd just cheated on me and yet she was the one who was crying? Talk about a fucked up role reversal.
I sighed. If she was about to cry then it was probably time to come clean. Let her know that I wasn't mad. Not exactly. "I saw what happened."
"What did you see?"
Damn it. Even now she was trying to do damage control. Even now she was trying to figure out if I'd seen everything, or if she could try and get out of it somehow. This sudden dishonesty was fucked up, and not for the reasons you might think. It was fucked up because it was just adding to the turn on of this situation, and not because she was lying to me so easily after we'd been together for so long.
"I was checking out the guys' room and it was completely deserted. Then it occurred to me that you'd probably be on the other side of the church in a similarly deserted room, and so I decided to go over and see if maybe we could have a little bit of the fun we were supposed to be guarding against."
Diana stared, not saying anything. She had a look of creeping terror coming across her face as I went on.
"Only when I got there it turns out somebody else already had that idea," I said. "It seems Ben was able to beat me to the punch. It was very interesting hearing the two of you talk about the old days. I never knew you two were almost an item."
"We weren't!" she said, some heat coming to her voice. "I'd never… I mean I couldn't…"
"You mean your dad wouldn't allow you? Is that the only reason you're with me Diana? Am I some consolation prize because you weren't allowed to get with Ben?"
She flinched away as though I'd slapped her with every word. I regretted doing that to her, but at the same time I was just a teensy bit angry. At first this had just been a fantasy. An argument with Ben that had turned into an obsession, but I couldn't go through with this and not admit that I wasn't just a little angry knowing she'd lied to me about Ben for so long.
Diana stepped forward and put her hands on my chest. "It's not like that at all. Ben never had a chance with me, even if he did kind of have that bad boy hotness going for him. You're the man I love, and you're the man I wanted to marry!"
She was searching my eyes, and somehow I believed her. It might be stupid, but I actually believed her. There was something about her voice, about the sudden intensity there. Still, there was that kiss. It had been hot, but it was still a kiss. I couldn't enjoy the idea of her getting frisky with another man fully yet. No, I needed to test the ground we were standing on and make sure it, and our relationship by extension, were both good and strong.
"You weren't acting like I was the only man for you when you were making out with Ben in that room," I said.
Once again she flinched away as though she'd been smacked, but it had to be said. It was something I was only realizing now in this fucked up scenario, but I very much needed to know whether or not she was still mine totally and completely. If she was, then I could enjoy the idea of her having a little bit of extracurricular fun with another man, even if that other man was Ben. If she was thinking about leaving me for another man, though, well that was a different story entirely. That ruined the whole thing.
"I got carried away," Diana said. "That... happens with Ben for some reason. But you truly are the only man I've ever wanted to be with. Ben's a fling, you're husband material. You're who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, if you'll still have me."
I took a deep breath. Let it out. And then I said something that was really stupid.
"To be honest it was really damn hot…"
I felt the argument shifting underneath me as soon as those words left my mouth. Diana blinked, and then she was looking at me as though I'd suddenly sprouted a second head or something. And suddenly I was the one who was looking down at her terrified instead of her looking up at me terrified. Suddenly I was the one worrying whether or not our relationship might be about to come to an end because of that admission.
"It was hot?"
Her tone said she clearly didn't believe me. I figured I could take advantage of that, play it off as a joke or something, but I quickly decided not to.
No, she'd been dishonest with me and that had pissed me off to no end. I wasn't going to be dishonest with her in turn. I was going to take the high ground, even if it was the high ground in the middle of some fucked up fantasy scenario that I never would've imagined happening before a couple of days ago. I took another deep breath. It was confession time.
"Yeah, it did turn me on watching you with him," I said. "Actually thinking about you with another guy has been turning me on since an argument at David's house a few days ago."
"What argument at David's house?" she asked.
"The usual stuff. Ben was bragging about how much he wanted to get with you. About how he thought he could get in your pants when I couldn't.
"And that… Turned you on?"
I let out a deep shuddering breath. "You have no idea!"
"So that whole time you were watching us, you weren't pissed off? You were…"
"I was so fucking hot!" I said.
Diana blinked, and then she shifted gears almost as quickly as Ben had earlier when they were talking up in that room. She glanced over my shoulder down the hall, and then she was on me. She was pressing me against the wall and her lips were pressing against mine. I found myself wondering if there wasn't just a hint of a foreign taste other than her lip gloss. I wondered if I was getting a little taste of Ben as she made out with me.
I couldn't believe she was actually making out with me in an open hall like this. Usually we went off to her dad's office where we could have a little bit of privacy. Anyone could walk around the corner and see us now. We could get caught at any moment. And somehow that just made it so much hotter.
Hell, I almost wanted to get caught. There would be hell to pay, but I was engaged to her now. It's not like her dad could keep me away from her. He could go fuck himself if he tried something like that.
She pulled away from the kiss and then her hand was running down to my cock which was so fucking hard.
"So it would've turned you on if I'd reached down and grabbed his cock like this?"
I blinked. Had my innocent and naïve fiancée really just said that? Had she really just mentioned grabbing another man's cock? And then I realized what she was doing. Spinning out a little fantasy scenario to get me turned on. Damn.
I licked my lips. Part of me still wondered if this wasn't a trap, but if it was then it was one hell of an elaborate trap. Besides, that felt so damn good. I decided to just go with the good feelings and enjoy it.
"That would've been so fucking hot," I said.
"Really? Because while he was kissing me I was thinking about how hot it would be to grab his cock. To see how big it was…"
"What happened between you two i
n the past?"
Her grin faltered for a moment, but then it was back up. It was a pretty abrupt change of subject, but it'd worked for Ben earlier so why not?
"Pretty much what you saw up there. Some making out. I thought I had the hots for him, but that was before I realized what he really was."
I licked my lips again. I needed to hear the answer to this next question almost as much as I needed to hear her assure me that she was still mine. All mine.
"And what is he?"
She smiled. "An asshole. A hot asshole, a pretty good kisser, but an asshole."
I laughed, but it was a laugh that turned into a strangled choke as her hand moved up along my cock again. It was damn hard to concentrate with her doing that!
"Even better, I could've undone his zipper and gone down on my knees right there and given him a blow job!"
I squeezed my eyes shut and thought about anything but her lips wrapping around his cock. That was going to be enough to drive me over the edge. I knew it was going to drive me over the edge. I was so damn close. My cock was twitching and she had to feel that, her hand was so incredible against my cock and here we went I was about to…
She moved down and grasped at the base of my cock. Held me in place. Prevented me from going over that delicious edge. I wasn't sure whether I was disappointed or relieved. Probably a little bit of both. Probably edging more towards disappointment, to be perfectly honest.
Though it was probably a good thing she did that. A giant wet spot on the front of my pants would've been very difficult to explain.
"Damn," she said. "You really are turned on by this, aren't you?"
I shrugged and fixed her with my best sheepish grin. "I told you!"
"I know you said it turned you on, but I thought you might be trying to lead me into a trap or something. Trying to get me to reveal something else."
