Game Changer

by Max Sebastian

  I never talked to my wife like that. We didn’t have that kind of relationship. I’d never have gotten away with trying to order her around, trying to assert some kind of paternalistic leadership over her just because I was the man in this marriage. But just then, I felt like I didn’t care.

  I growled, ‘Take it off.’

  ‘Since when did you talk to me like that?’ she said sharply, but her outrage didn’t seem entirely sincere, and there was a strange hint of something like intrigue in her green eyes. She even bit her lip, as though this unusual situation we found ourselves in was turning her on.

  Then she slipped the bathrobe off her shoulders anyway, exposing her beautiful breasts and those stiff, stiff nipples. She allowed the garment to fall to the floor, leaving herself completely naked in front of me.

  ‘Kiss me,’ I ordered her, and stepped up to her, backing her into the sink, giving her no room to escape.

  ‘You don’t get to tell me what to do,’ she insisted, and yet she leaned back against the sink and placed her hands on the rim of the basin beside her, as though proclaiming that she was open for me. Her chest was rising and falling as her breathing deepened. I could sense adrenaline being pumped into her veins.

  ‘Sure I do,’ I retorted, and eased forward to press myself up against her, my hands moving around her to grab her lower back, her hips, and pull myself firmly against her as my lips crushed up against hers. I kissed her, sucking a little forcefully on her lips, tasting her sweetness, and perhaps a little something that wasn’t her, that was a hint of her lover. She melted against me, kissing me back, reaching for my body—so much for her resistance.

  I was in charge here. I squeezed her body, I groped her ass and her breasts, I grabbed her neck and sucked on her mouth. She moaned quietly, letting out little whimpers of surprise and delight as I grabbed her, as I put my hands all over her, as I proclaimed my ownership with every move. She liked this—it was as big a surprise to me as anything that had happened so far.

  I wasn’t thinking that there was any danger of Jake interrupting, discovering us, even if there was no lock on the bathroom door. Hanna was mine, and I would take her and make her my own again. If Jake tried to intervene, he could go to Hell.

  She was so unbelievably sexy. With every breath I breathed her arousal, and the scent of her adulterous sex. With every kiss I tasted the saltiness of perspiration from her unfaithful night with Jake.

  She was stroking me, and it seemed encouraging this all-new dominance in me. One of her hands dropped to between my legs as I kissed her, her fingers curling around my hard cock, marveling at how hard I was for her, how I wanted her even though she was still filthy from her fucking someone else.

  ‘I need... I need... I need to shower...’ she insisted, out of breath when I finally released her from our kiss.

  ‘No,’ I said, and crushed her up against the sink once again, kissing her mouth, thinking about how wicked she was, how she’d taken another man’s cock between her lips not so long ago. She kissed me back, panting for breath, trying to reach for my cock. Apparently loving that I was ferociously claiming ownership of her like this.

  I reached for one of her thighs and lifted her leg, lifting her whole body, in fact, so that she would sit up on the edge of the basin and the small counter, one leg raised, her pussy exposed. The smell of her arousal, the smell of sex, intensified significantly as she parted her thighs like that. I kissed her again, my hand cupping her hairless pussy, marveling at how wet she was, and how different her sex felt now that she’d removed all her fur to please someone else.

  ‘No...’ she said, quietly as I touched her there, but it wasn’t so much denying me consent as expressing astonishment that I wasn’t freaked out that another man had just fucked her, had just entered her there.

  She added, ‘I could... rinse a little...’

  I said firmly, ‘No. You’ll do exactly as I tell you.’

  She looked at me, surprised and turned on, and continued to moan as I slid a couple of fingers inside her slippery folds, sinking them into her, playing her like she was a musical instrument. She knew it was no good to object as I dropped down to my knees, and now kissed her between her thighs, just above her clit, where the smell of her excitement and her infidelity was just intense, so intoxicating that I felt a touch light-headed.

  She cried out as I enveloped her clit in my mouth, and then as I slid my tongue between her soaking pussy lips.

  I’d never been so hungry for her.

  I thought about Jake eating her out while she had sat on the window seat downstairs, but at that stage it didn’t feel as though I was trying to compete against him. I wasn’t so much trying to make her come—although she did come, and now for sure I was certain she wasn’t faking it—I devoured my wife’s unfaithful pussy because I craved it for myself.

  It was only a quickie, it wasn’t long and tender like Jake had been, but it seemed to me that the very taboo nature of what she’d done so recently, and the fact I was doing something out of the ordinary by going down on her when I hadn’t for so long, pushed her into another orgasm fairly quickly. As her hand clamped down on my head, pressing my mouth against her hot flesh, I felt her quivering, I felt her body pulsating. She cried out, and had to jam the hand towel into her mouth to stifle it.

  Wow. And it was so weirdly sexy, making love to her wicked pussy with my mouth, that I think I nearly came without even touching my cock.

  ‘Fuck... fuck...’ Hanna panted as I finally pulled away from her, my face soaked in her juices.

  I put a finger up to my lips to warn her to be quiet, to remind her that Jake was only in the next room, and Hayden was in the room opposite, even if he was still snoring loudly.

  But now it was my turn.

  I stood, and lifted her foot off the end of the sink so that she now stood in front of me. With one hand at her waist, I pulled her to me, firmly, still in control, and kissed her mouth forcefully. I was reminding her that I was in charge here, that she was my possession. I was also making her taste her own pussy on my lips, her tangy juices all over my face. She did not seem to object at all.

  But then I was forcing her down, both hands pushing on her hips, shoving her down onto her knees in front of me. It was clear what I wanted. Hanna went with the flow and put a hand onto my cock as I directed the tip to her mouth.

  She began to suck on it, dutifully but also eagerly. I guess it was strange and exciting for her to do this with two different guys in one night. Two different cocks.

  I moaned and held her long, dark hair out of her face as she sucked on me, as she bobbed back and forth on my shaft. Her mouth felt sensational, her tongue against my tip. She might have been my wife ordinarily, but I felt an odd little shiver of excitement at stealing her away from Jake on the night she was supposed to be with him. Did he feel similarly about taking my wife away from me?

  I held the back of her head as she sucked on me, showing her the rhythm I wanted. After a while, it seemed like I was fucking her head. She took it, and she seemed to enjoy it.

  But we didn’t have time for everything. As much as I was controlling her—and could have forced her to stay with me in there, no doubt—I didn’t want her to be away from Jake for too long. I didn’t want him to suspect that I’d sneaked in with her for a few minutes that night.

  I leaned down and coaxed her up from the floor, kissing her sweet mouth briefly again before turning her, making her face the mirror and the sink, on which she placed her hands. She leaned forward and arched her back, tilting up her ass for me as I lined up behind her. I slid into her hot pussy so very easily, since she was seriously wet.

  Holding onto her waist, I fucked her. Each thrust into her pussy made her whole body rock, her buttocks and breasts shiver. She bent down and clutched the faucet, panting loudly as I pounded into her, despite her attempts to keep quiet. I don’t think I was too worried about the noise. If the shower didn’t cover it, I thought Hanna would be able to tell Jake she had been
unable to resist touching herself while soaping herself up.

  Underlining my new dominance, I held her hair while I fucked her like that, and even got in a few light spanks, though it wasn’t exactly something I’d done before. She seemed to respond to it.

  She came again within a few minutes, and I released my own cream deep inside her. It felt glorious. It felt like some kind of victory.

  When she finally turned back to face me, she was completely out of breath and looking at me as though I’d just made the Great Wall of China disappear or something.

  ‘What?’ I asked her, grinning.

  ‘What was that?’ she said, panting.

  ‘What did it look like?’

  She raised an eyebrow. ‘You—we—never did it like that before.’

  She reached down to grasp hold of my softening cock, looking at it as though wondering whether it was really the same one she’d been married to all these years.

  ‘You’ve never... told me what to do before,’ she said, looking up and directly into my eyes. ‘You’ve never... ordered me around like that.’

  I shrugged. ‘I never had to deal with you sleeping with another guy before,’ I said.

  She smiled, a touch bashfully all of a sudden, and I noticed a faint pink flush in her cheeks. ‘I kind of liked it,’ she admitted.

  ‘What, sleeping with another guy?’

  ‘You... being like that.’

  ‘You still want me, then?’ I asked her, quite serious.

  ‘Shouldn’t it be me asking you that question?’ she tossed it back my way.

  I said, ‘I would have thought that was obvious by what just happened. But... you know... I’m not the one giving myself to someone else.’

  She gave a little nod, accepting the need for my question. ‘You know I love you,’ she said. ‘That’s never going to change.’

  ‘It better not,’ I growled, making her smile by channeling my inner caveman once again.

  ‘It won’t,’ she insisted, and looked genuine enough. I felt a big question burning a hole in my head: but do you love Jake as well now? Somehow I couldn’t bring myself to ask it, though. I wasn’t sure whether it was more that I didn’t want to give away my fears about that particular issue, or that I didn’t want to face any kind of answer she might give me.

  ‘You’d better get in the shower,’ I advised her.

  ‘Yes, I’d better.’ She smiled again. Enough to melt my insides yet again.

  ‘Get some sleep,’ I suggested, stepping back for her to access the shower. ‘Then in the morning after he fucks you again, you come back to me, right?’

  In the shower, she covered herself as though we weren’t husband and wife—as though I wasn’t allowed to see her naked—and pouted. ‘You don’t get to tell me what to do, remember?’ she said.

  But there was a twinkle in her eye as I left her to her shower.

  Chapter Fourteen

  She did wake me in the morning. I was still completely out of it, lying there on the bed on my back, without even having put any clothes on. She gently stroked my legs, and I felt her silky hair brushing lightly over my thighs. Her hands swept up over my chest, and down again to explore between my legs.

  ‘Hey,’ she said, barely more than a whisper.

  I moaned, as though I wanted to be left alone, but as her grip tightened on my cock, so it began to stiffen.

  She started slowly pumping it, and said: ‘I just fucked him again.’

  My cock reached full hardness immediately.

  I felt her hot mouth touch against its tip, and then there was no way I was going back to sleep. I craned my neck to look down at her, and reached down to brush her hair away from her face.

  She gazed up at me and licked my manhood from base to tip, clutching my shaft in one hand. She was wearing her tank top from the previous night—and, as I peered down at her, it appeared that she was also wearing her skirt.

  ‘What happened?’ I said, my throat dry, scratchy.

  ‘I woke him up, just like this,’ she said, pausing to flick her hair back out of her face again before sinking down on my shaft.

  ‘Is that right?’ I smiled, and now urged her up so I could kiss her dirty mouth.

  ‘Mmm...’ she moaned as I sucked on her lips, and tasted the slightly odd flavor on her mouth and tongue. Dirty girl. She said, ‘I had to suck on him for a while before he woke up.’

  ‘Uh-huh?’

  ‘He tried to get me to stop so he could sleep.’

  ‘But you didn’t stop,’ I said, pulling her tank top up now, exposing her stomach, her breasts, her hard nipples. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

  ‘No,’ she said with a wicked grin, and then raised her arms so that I could pull her top up over her head and away. ‘I didn’t stop.’

  I kissed her upper chest as I cupped her breasts in my hands, and tasted the salt of perspiration on her skin, breathed in the faint musk of another man. Her flesh was hot, clammy. A touch sticky, maybe. She sighed merrily as I took her nipples in my mouth, swirling my tongue around each one as I sampled it.

  ‘And then what happened?’ I asked her.

  ‘I fucked him,’ she said, pushing away from me again, moving down to take my hard cock back in her mouth, wrapping both hands around my hardness, apparently delighted she could get both hands on my full length.

  ‘Tell me,’ I said, groaning quietly as she pulled on my cock.

  Sitting between my legs, her own legs parted and bending up over my thighs, she played with my cock, stroking it, squeezing it, massaging it as if I’d paid for a happy ending.

  ‘He got so hard,’ she said, ‘just like you are now.’

  ‘You like it?’ I asked her. ‘You like his cock?’

  She looked at me and hesitated briefly before nodding her head. Perhaps figuring that I was demanding the truth, that it was easier in the long run to say exactly what happened, rather than making an attempt to inflate my own sense of self-worth. ‘It’s big, just like yours,’ she said, stroking my cock as though it was her pet.

  ‘You like them big?’ I smiled.

  ‘Oh, yes.’ She bit her lip.

  ‘You like his... better than mine?’

  She smirked. ‘No.’

  ‘Is he bigger?’

  She tilted her head. ‘I don’t know... actually,’ she said, thinking about it, playing with me with both her hands as though trying to make a judgment. ‘I think... maybe. Maybe not. It’s just... different.’

  ‘Two different men,’ I teased her. ‘You’re a lucky girl.’

  ‘Yes, I am.’

  She leaned forward while continuing to play with my cock, and I was able to reach down and brush the backs of my fingers against her stiff nipples.

  ‘So what happened?’ I asked her. ‘How did you fuck him?’

  She licked her lips. Squeezed my cock tightly in both hands. ‘When he was nice and hard, like this, I climbed onto him and put him inside me.’

  She did climb onto me just then, a hungry expression in her eyes despite her night of passion, her recent love-making. She straddled me, and I felt her burning sex press down against my shaft.

  ‘You fucked him like that?’ I asked her.

  ‘Uh-huh, for a while,’ she said. ‘I like being on top with him.’

  With him. The words needled my jealousy a little, but at the same time amused me. ‘You like being on top with me, too?’ I asked her.

  She smiled, giggled girlishly, something she never did in bed with me. ‘I like it,’ she said, nodding gently. Then she added, ‘But I like it better when you’re on top.’

  Her tone of voice hinted at the new tone of domination I’d tried on her in the bathroom some hours before, rather than recalling any actual occasions where I’d been physically on top of her when we made love.

  ‘Like this?’ I grabbed her, wrestled her over onto her back as though I was some ravenous lion claiming a fresh gazelle, and she was giggling and squealing in delight. I had half a thought about whether Jake might o
verhear, but it disappeared as quickly as it came to me.

  ‘Oh yes...’ she moaned as I pressed down on her, laying between her thighs.

  But I didn’t give her the immediate satisfaction of penetration. I kissed my way down her soft neck, and over the clammy, warm flesh of her upper chest and her breasts. I breathed in the smells of her adulterous sex as I slid slowly down her body, kissing her stomach, her abdomen, inhaling her as the wicked scent strengthened the closer I came to her completely shaven sex.

  ‘Did you stay on top with him?’ I asked her.

  ‘No,’ she moaned as I nudged her clit with my nose, and then kissed her glistening pussy lips. ‘He rolled on top of me after a while.’

  Her pussy was a little puffy, her lips dark and engorged with blood. Freshly fucked. I slid my tongue inside her, tasting that devilish tangy flavor of her arousal. Detecting no hint of contraception, none of that latex accent to her scent.

  ‘You don’t use condoms with him,’ I accused her, sucking on her pussy lips while her hand came down to gently stroke my head.

  She didn’t seem troubled by the issue. ‘I trust him. And he hasn’t really dated anyone in a while.’

  That I could confirm, since Jake had talked a lot about giving up dating after New Year because he said he needed to concentrate on his career for a while, since we were all heading toward our thirties at pace. At the time, I remember teasing him that he would never be able to cope without a blonde in his bed—I never imagined back then that months later, he’d have Hanna in his bed instead.

  As I lapped at her soaking, shaven pussy, I found myself wondering what was going to happen when we all got home. Would Hanna’s infidelity remain a secret between the four of us? I had to suppose it would—unless one of our other friends managed to tease out the secret from one of us.

  And what would happen to the dynamic of our friendship? Now that Jake had slept with Hanna, and I had allowed it—while Hayden had been excluded by the cards.

  ‘What happens next?’ I asked Hanna, but she looked down at me, vaguely confused. I realized my question had followed on from my thought process, to which she had not been party.