by Blaise Quin
I wanted it back.
I hadn’t had a man come on my face since. . .way before I was married. The sheer intensity of it had always amazed me, not only knowing I was getting man off, but seeing it. And feeling it in a way that was so different than having him come on my tits.
I rubbed the head of his cock across my cheek, a poor substitute for a sponge but a much more appetizing one. I dragged each smear to my mouth, relishing the taste. Always thrilling, the same taste, yet different with each man. Not just thrilling because his cum was in my mouth, but because of how it got there.
I peered at him through my eye lids. He had refocused on my face. I liked having him watch, I’d always been like that. Yet until I’d seen Peter watch me on the video, I’d never considered having a second man watch me. Now it excited me beyond belief. Not any man, but my husband.
I wished Peter could see me now.
“Get yourself cleaned up the rest of the way,” grunted Nathan Chase.
“Yes, sir,” I said. I stood up, stiff, my feet cramped in the tight heels, my toes painfully jammed.
I grabbed my purse and walked unsteadily into the bathroom. I wanted to touch myself so badly I could barely stand up.
Obviously Nathan Chase sensed this, or he was just so confident that he’d aroused me. Probably both. “Leave the door open.”
I had to be content with shoving my pussy against the cold hard marble of the vanity. My makeup was smeared, my lipstick gone from my constant licking, my eyes a mess, the remnants of his cum gluing one eye almost shut. I realized I’d never seen myself like this, I’d never looked at myself in the mirror covered in a man’s cum.
I looked as slutty as I felt.
And yet. . .
I was exhilarated. I’d had a fantasy about Nathan Chase, and it had come true. The reality had been better than the fantasy. And not just my fantasy, but Peter’s as well.
Not to mention whatever Nathan Chase had been fantasizing about.
I was so focused on getting fixed up I forgot that he still had my phone. My head snapped around, but he was gone.
I ran back into the sitting room, seeing the door ajar to the bedroom.
Nathan Chase was standing there, now naked. He didn’t have an ounce of fat on him, muscles honed hard, a slim waist leading to powerful thighs. He was holding the phone in his had, giving it a little wave. “Looking for this?”
I forced my eyes from the phone. “I was looking for you,” I replied. Which was half true.
“I want you to give a message to your husband.”
“What?”
He yanked the covers off of the bed with a vengeance. Fueled by his intensity, his cock grew hard.
“Put the pillows in the middle of the bed,” he ordered. After I’d done as he told me, he tossed the phone on the bed where the pillows had been. “Put your head there.”
I started to slip out of my heels, but he said, “Leave them on.”
It was clear what he wanted. For me to lie on the pillows so he could take me from behind.
Was Nathan Chase going to fuck me like that?
I fumbled in my purse for the condoms and offered one to him, my hand shaking.
“You haven’t earned that yet either,” he said disdainfully.
His denial only made me wetter. Who had I become, that I’d get aroused by a man who was not my husband telling me he wasn’t going to fuck me?
I crawled into the bed, acutely aware of his eyes on me. The thick pillow forced my ass high in the air. Although I’d been naked all this time, this position opened up my most private parts to the air, to him. I shivered in expectation.
Poised like this, vulnerable, Nathan Chase could do anything to me.
Anything at all.
The phone was just inches from my lips. “Peter?” I whispered.
Smack! My ass stung with a powerful blow. I yelped, as much from the surprise as the pain.
“I thought you wanted me to give a message to my husband,” I cried.
Smack! Smack!
“This is the message,” growled Nathan Chase.
Smack!
My legs were roughly pulled together, his weight on my calves as he straddled my legs. I thought that would make it hard for him to slap me again.
I was wrong.
Slap!
I squirmed on the bed, helpless, nowhere to escape. His next slap was the hardest yet, my ass cheeks clenching in response.
“Andie?”
My ear was shoved so hard into the sheets I could barely hear Peter’s voice. “Peter, I—”
Smack!
“Andie, are you all right?”
Smack.
“Tell him!” demanded Nathan Chase.
“I—”
Slap!
“Andie!”
“Peter, I—” I tried to think of what to say, my mind distracted by the agonizing wait for the next blow.
Just as I was about to reply, Nathan Chase shifted forward on the bed. His very hard cock forced itself between my tightly jammed together thighs.
I moaned as his shaft pressed against my wide open folds.
Smack!
“Tell him!”
“Peter, it’s—”
Slap! Nathan Chase’s way of telling me what to say.
He shifted forward, his cock dragging against my clit.
I moaned again. “That’s so good!”
“Andie!”
“Peter, I—” Nathan Chase thrust his hips back and forth, his cock jammed between my clit and the bed. Smack! My ass recoiled in pain, driving my pussy down on his cock. My clit was finally getting the attention it craved. “More!” I pleaded.
“Andie!”
“Peter, I love it, I love it, I’m sorry, it’s so good!”
Smack! Smack! Nathan Chase’s slaps matched his thrusts. He was dry fucking me, using my weight to jerk off his cock.
“I only want to hear my name,” he grunted.
“Nathan Chase!”
Smack smack smack!
“Mr. Chase!”
I didn’t wait for the next slap, I drove my hips down onto the bed. He was in a frenzy, his balls slapping my ass, his cock buried beneath me, hard against my swollen clit.
So help me, I wanted him in me. My pussy opened in expectation, desire. I was so wet all I needed was to shift upward. . .
I moaned, he hadn’t put the condom on, I couldn’t let him. . .
“Mr. Chase what?”
“I want you to come!” I screamed.
And he did, hot jets hitting my belly, a gushing. His release set off my own, my clit enveloping his cock, and I exploded on his shaft, my wetness mixing with his seed, my pussy lips sucking at it, wanting it inside.
I shuddered, my explosion needing a release, yet I could not move, he was on me, holding me down. My body shook as my orgasm traveled down my legs, into my arms, onto my back.
Nathan Chase gave a final, long groan, pulling back, and for a split second I thought he would enter me, and I wasn’t sure I had the physical or mental strength to deny him.
His cock slowly dragged across my clit, my lips desperately grasping, my eyes open wide. Staring at the phone, yet waiting, waiting. . .
Nathan Chase’s cock passed my pussy, riding up the crack of my ass, and with a final grunt, he released one last thick load of his seed right onto my spread opening.
Peter
I ran toward the men’s room, reaching the door just as three other men got there. I must have looked like I had to pee really bad, because they let me in first. There were two stalls, both taken.
I don’t know what I was thinking. Was I really going to jerk off in a men’s room?
I’d look even more like an idiot than I already did if I ran back out now, so I pulled up to a urinal. I had my jacket and Andie’s clothes in one hand and my phone in the other. I couldn’t very well even pretend to piss like that, so I slid the phone in my pocket, shoved the clothes under my arm, and wrestled my semi hard cock out of
my pants, hoping none of the men looked my way.
Taking a piss with an erection was a painful wait. Finally I managed to dribble out a few drops, forced myself back in, washed up, and rushed out.
I pulled out the phone and said, “Andie?”
“Peter, I—”
Smack!
“Andie, are you all right?”
Smack.
“Tell him!” demanded Nathan Chase.
“I—”
Slap!
“Andie!”
“Peter, I—”
Another pause. I gripped the phone hard. The men came out of the restroom, and I robotically walked to the lobby, not watching where I was going, the phone jammed against my ear.
“Tell him!”
“Peter, it’s—”
Slap!
Andie moaned. “That’s so good!”
“Andie!”
“Peter, I—”
“Andie!”
“Peter, I love it, I love it, I’m sorry, it’s so good!”
I’d reached the lobby and fell into a chair.
Smack! Smack! Nathan Chase said, “I only want to hear my name.”
“Nathan Chase!”
Smack smack smack!
“Mr. Chase!”
“Mr. Chase what?”
Andie screamed so loud I was sure everyone in the lobby could hear. “I want you to come!”
I was listening to my wife being spanked, loud and hard, yet I couldn’t move. I should have rushed up there to stop it, I should have been humiliated with regret. Yet all I could hear was the arousal in her voice.
And all I could feel was my cock pressing up against the clothes bundled in my lap.
So help me if I was alone I would have jerked off right there, the sounds of Andie’s arousal in my ears, my eyes feasting on her bra and dress, reminders of how she had dressed for Nathan Chase. Of how she had undressed for Nathan Chase.
Clothes. Andie’s clothes.
She didn’t have anything to wear. How was she going to leave the room?
I groaned and leapt up, racing for the elevator.
Andie
Nathan Chase’s weight was finally released from my legs, yet I didn’t have the strength to move.
The sheets were hot and sticky, and not just from sweat.
A rustle told me Nathan Chase was getting dressed. I sensed he didn’t want me to see, so I kept my face pressed to the bed.
His cum was dripping down my ass.
“Be at the coffee shop the day after tomorrow,” said Nathan Chase. “Eight a.m. Wearing something elegant this time.”
His voice was flat, but I sensed a hint of satisfaction. At his conquest, or because I had pleased him, I couldn’t tell.
The door opened.
I lay there for long moments, catching my breath, my heart pounding against the sheets.
Belatedly I realized I hadn’t heard the door close. My phone had fallen off the bed. I fumbled for it blindly. “Peter?”
There was no answer.
“Peter?”
“Andie!”
His voice wasn’t coming from the phone, but from the room. That’s how my husband found me, on my stomach, my ass in the air, dripping with another man’s cum.
I waited until Peter had a chance to get a good look. Only then did I roll over on my side.
He was panting, his eyes filled with worry.
Seeing I was okay, if okay meant lying naked covered with the proof of another man’s ejaculation, Peter’s eyes shifted to relief, and, I think, arousal.
My smile was dreamy, happy at his response. Languidly, yet longing to hear his answer, I asked, “Was it good for you too?”
Peter
I dropped the clothes and stared. Andie’s ass was bright red, except for the islands and streams of wetness. I didn’t have to guess what that was.
Nathan Chase had cum on my wife.
Twice.
After he had slapped her ass over and over.
I knelt by the bed near Andie’s face. Her eyes were as brightly lit up as her ass. Her makeup was smudged, no doubt her face had been jammed into the bed. And no doubt from Nathan Chase having come all over her face.
Had she wiped it off? Or had she. . .
“Say something,” said Andie.
“Are you okay?” It was all I could think of.
“Only if you are.”
I wasn’t entirely sure. “The—.” I couldn’t bring myself to even say it. I gestured to her ass. “What he did. You like that?”
Andie’s eyes sparkled as she said, “I guess I do.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve never had that done to me. I never even considered it. Or that I’d like it. And yet—it just fit his style. He likes being in control.”
She was lying on her side, but I could still see the tender redness on her ass cheek. “Did it hurt?”
“A little. But not so it lasts. Like getting a shot. It’s a lot like—. I can’t explain it in a way you’d understand. But it did turn me on, yes. Does that bother you?”
I wasn’t sure about that either. What I did catch was her odd wording of how it felt. “I hadn’t really thought about it before. I guess it’s okay. If you like it.” I hesitated, wondering if I should ask her if she wanted me to slap her ass now and then.
“I wouldn’t let it get beyond spanking,” she said.
“That we can agree on.” I looked again at her red ass. “Did he. . .” I desperately wanted to know all of it, but again couldn’t bring myself to form the words.
She must have known what my question would be, and perhaps to make me wonder she hesitated. Half of me wanted one answer, half of me wanted another.
“If you’re asking if he fucked me, the answer is—no.”
I’m not sure what she saw in my face, relief or disappointment. I wasn’t sure either.
Coyly, she added, “At least, not in the sense of being inside me.”
So she’d made him cum another way. Had he fucked her mouth? Her tits? The crack of her ass? I wondered if she had been disappointed, if no matter what he had down, she had wanted more.
Andie’s eyes drifted away for a second, as if she was lost in the memory. Then she asked, “Did you hear all of it?”
“Yes.”
“And?”
I told her the truth. “I was worried at first, but it was hot. I don’t think I would have felt that way if I couldn’t tell you were so turned on. But you were. Weren’t you?”
Andie gripped my hand. “I was. And you know what really got me going? Knowing you were listening. That’s why I kept talking. I wanted you to hear, because you couldn’t see.”
I toyed with her hair. “Would you like that? Me being there?” I didn’t have to add the next time, because I already knew there would be a next time.
I felt Andie’s shiver through her fingers. “Yes,” she whispered. “If you think it would excite you.”
I pushed her hand down to my crotch and my stiff erection. “I think it would.”
“We’ll plan that later,” she said, rubbing me. “Right now, I only want one thing.”
“What’s that?”
She was pulling at my pants as she said, “I need you in me.”
I wanted that too. “Here?”
“Why not? It’ll be our little secret. You paid for the dress that Nathan Chase made me take off. Nathan Chase will have paid for the room where we have sex.”
I fumbled off the rest of my clothes. That sounded good to me.
I plunged into her wetness, especially satisfied that I was going to a place where Nathan Chase hadn’t been.
Andie
The next forty hours were the longest in my life.
That’s how long Nathan Chase was going to make me wait. I couldn’t help wonder why. Did he have another woman? Or did he just want to make me suffer?
I took my anxiety out on Peter, although in a way he didn’t mind. We had more sex in those hours than we ever ha
d in a day and a half in our entire marriage. We fucked in Nathan Chase’s hotel room twice. Once in the bed, and again against the same sofa Nathan Chase had forced me against. I think it made Peter feel good, knowing he was having me there.
Peter was no Nathan Chase, and I’m glad he wasn’t. I’d never marry a Nathan Chase.
But I looked forward to what he would do to me next.
So by the time the appointed time rolled around, even though I’d had all that sex with Peter, I was hot for more. What did Nathan Chase have in store for me?
He had directed me to wear something elegant. That had been a surprise; I thought he went for the just shy of slutty look. I chose a little black dress, the type you’d wear to a black tie event or an upscale cocktail party. A vee neck, but not too low. Straps that weren’t too thin. Body conscious, but not too tight. Showing just a hint of thigh. Black pumps. A single string of pearls with matching earrings. My hair was up, away from my face. My makeup tastefully applied.
In short, as elegant as I could be. A calm and refined look.
Calm was anything but what I was feeling as I walked from my car to the coffee shop.
I hadn’t let Peter watch me dress this morning; I wanted it to be a surprise. I had paused at the stairway landing. Peter was pacing the room. The smile that came over his face when he saw me was heart stopping.
I would have made love to him right then and there, just for giving me that look. But I couldn’t be late for Nathan Chase. Not again.
Instead I’d kissed Peter on the cheek and asked, “Could you see up my dress?”
“No,” he’d replied. “Are you wearing anything underneath?”
I’d smiled and said, “I’ll surprise you later.”
“Have fun,” he said.
I ran my fingers over his crotch. He was already hard. “You too,” I replied.
Now, standing in front of the coffee shop, eyes were on me. Friday morning, people dressed for the office, but none of them in a fancy dress. They had to be wondering what I was doing there. Maybe I’d been out all night, partying. Or with a man, having just left his place.
No one mistook me for a hooker this time.
The day was chilly, but once again I hadn’t worn a coat. Nathan Chase had said elegant. It was hard to look elegant in a coat.
