Keith saw Cassie slip on her panties and an old camisole in the bathroom. He knew her routine was wrapping up and he’d soon be engaged in a conversation that could ultimately end their marriage as they knew it. His heart began to race as he searched for the words he rehearsed all afternoon.
She was walking towards the bed now.
He started to breath more heavily; he never thought openly talking about this would be so hard. He thought the years of dirty talk and role-play would be enough. He thought Cassie’s new openness about the lifestyle would make it easier.
Cassie peeled the covers back and slid her silky legs under the sheets before settling in bed. She turned towards Keith and threw one leg over his, like she always did to fall asleep. She placed one hand on his chest and nuzzled his shoulder with her face.
“Do you love him?” Keith’s own words surprised him. He didn’t plan on saying them, they weren’t at all what he’d rehearsed.
“What?” Cassie almost couldn’t believe the question. Although she knew what he was talking about, she needed a second to comprehend where this question came from.
“Do you love James?” Keith asked again, not knowing where the words were coming from, but needing to know the answer. His heart raced with fear from the wrong answer. He couldn’t look at his wife, he just stared blankly at the TV, not even aware of what was on. He was intently focused on the next words that came out of her mouth.
“No, why would you ask that? Is this from the dirty talk over lunch?” Cassie asked, quite taken aback and nervous herself at this point. She stared at the ceiling fan whirling above their bed, afraid to look at her husband.
“I saw everything,” Keith’s stomach turned into a knot, he nearly dry-heaved after he said those three little words. The potential repercussions of his fantasy, his new reality, started to shoot through his head. Would she leave me for him? Whose fault is this? What about the kids?
“What did you see?” Cassie asked, buying herself some more time, afraid to assume anything.
“You left your jacket in the restaurant and I swung by your office to bring it to you after I ran an errand. When I parked my truck, I looked up and movement caught my eye in a window. I could see you and James in his office. I saw you undressing each other, I saw you sucking each other, I saw everything,” Keith struggled to get the words out, his voice trembled slightly. Infidelity was harder to digest than a sexual kink, even thought she told him about her plans, he figured it was just role-playing deep down inside. That is, until he saw it.
In the moment, it was extremely hot to watch. But, after his subconscious had a chance to process everything and he was engaged in a real discussion on the subject, the potential consequences started flooding his head with nowhere to go but out of his mouth and into the darkness of their bedroom. He wasn’t being calculated, he wasn’t trying to coddle his deepest sexual desires, he was speaking from his true emotions. He was speaking with the emotions of a man who built a life with the woman lying next to him, a woman who had just stepped outside of their marital vows.
“I thought that’s what you wanted; you seemed so into it over lunch?” Cassie questioned, she could feel her heartbeat in her neck, her own stomach now twisted in a knot. She was aware of the ambiguity around their talk. She thought it would give her an excuse to do anything she wanted with James and get away with it.
“I did, at least I thought I did. I just thought there would be more planning, more input from me before we jumped into it for real,” Keith now questioned his own desires.
“You’ve been telling me that you’d like me to fuck another man for you for years now. How much more planning do you want?” Cassie replied, defending her actions, hoping he’d accept her reasoning.
“I said I’d like to watch you fuck another man. There’s a difference, a big difference and you didn’t know I was going to see you today. I guess in the future, I’d like to know more details about who you’re going to fuck, when you’re going to do it, and where it’s going to happen.”
“In the future? Does this mean you want me to keep doing this?” Cassie was extremely relieved her husband wasn’t pissed, heartbroken, and ready to leave her for what she did. But then again, what did he expect her to do if the opportunity ever fell in her lap? His dirty little fantasy he’d whispered in her ear over the years has always stayed the same.
‘I’d love to watch you fuck a big cock for me.’ ‘You’d look so hot with a fat cock stretching your married pussy out.’ ‘Do you want to feel what a big cock feels like inside you?’ He’d time his naughty questions when she came close to orgasm to push her over the edge. She’d cum harder than she would have without the words and so did he. It was a forbidden turn-on for both of them.
“Do you love him?” Keith repeated his earlier question, needing the affirmation of his wife’s love for him. Keith turned his head to look his wife in the eye for her response.
“No, of course not, I love you,” Cassie turned to her husband and met his gaze with her deep, blue eyes.
“Good, you looked hot as hell fucking him today,” Keith pulled her closer to him and passionately kissed her on the lips. “I love you, too. And, that’s rule number one. No falling in love with the other men you fuck. This is just fucking; it’s not building a relationship.”
“Rule number one?” Cassie questioned.
“We don’t have to call them rules, but we need a set of things we agree on moving forward. That way we maintain an open and honest relationship that builds trust, not tear it down. That, by the way, is rule number two. We need to be completely transparent with each other about who is going to do what with whom and when it’s going to happen. We need to be completely open with each other about this.”
“That’s fine, we can call them rules. Rule number three, none of our close friends or family can find out about this,” Cassie added, enjoying an open conversation about the subject for once.
“Okay, rule number four, I need to be a bigger part of your sexual encounters going forward,” Keith said.
“How so?”
“I need to be able to watch or join in sometimes. I’d like to have some say in the guys you choose, too,” Keith continued.
“What type of guy would fuck someone’s wife with her husband watching in the same room?”
“I don’t know, I’ve never done this before. I guess the type of guy who’d fuck another guy’s wife in the first place would be a good start. They obviously have something in them that gets off on the idea of taking someone else’s wife for a joy ride.”
“Do you approve of James fucking me?”
“I guess so. Do you think he’d be open to letting me get a little closer to the action?”
“He seemed a little turned on by the fact that I told you about him and me fucking on his rooftop terrace.”
“So that was true!”
“Yes,” Cassie admitted.
“I wondered if it was. I wondered how you could be so wet if it wasn’t true. So he really came inside of you?” Keith’s cock snapped to attention recalling the feeling of her already fucked pussy that night.
“Yes, is that okay?” Cassie’s hand drifted over his cock, knowing it was okay with him after feeling its hardness.
“Yeah, it makes me want you even more,” Keith rolled to his side, squeezed one of her ass cheeks and pulled her close to him. “What did James say when you told him?”
“At first he was shocked as hell.”
“I’ll bet,” Keith confirmed.
“Then he just seemed like he wanted to do a good job of fucking me for you.”
“Perfect,” Keith said and then kissed her passionately. He ran his fingers through her golden locks and plunged his tongue into her mouth. He ground his hips into hers, he never wanted her more badly than he did right then. “Rule number five, fuck me.”
“I like this rule the best,” Cassie returned as she ran her hands up Keith’s side and slightly dug her fingernails in his shoulder blades
to pull her petite body tightly to his.
Keith wasted no time and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her silky panties and slid them down her legs. He flicked them over his shoulder onto the floor of their bedroom and gently caressed her breast with one hand through her camisole.
Cassie pulled his shorts off and threw them off her side of the bed. She reached between his legs and cupped his balls while gripping the base of his cock. She gave him a gentle love bite on his peck as she gently released his balls and slid her hand up the shaft of his cock.
Keith bucked his hips into her hand, enjoying the feeling of her delicate grip around his manhood. He pulled her camisole over her head and when her face emerged, Keith could see the passion in her eyes from the glow of the flickering television.
She hasn’t looked at him this lustfully in a long time. She needed to be reclaimed by her man. It’s one thing to get fucked and pleasured by a skillful lover in carnal ways. But to be made love to by her soul mate in a way only he could is a totally different experience. An experience she needed after stepping outside of their marital vows.
As they kissed with blistering desire for one another, Keith found the wetness between her legs and began to gently rub her slippery clit with is index and middle finger. He worked tight circles around it and occasionally slid his fingers to her opening to gather more wetness. No doubt some of the wetness was from her boss’s cum still inside her womb. The thought of it drove Keith even madder with desire for his wife.
Cassie began to rock her hips into Keith’s experienced touch and he sensed she was getting close to climax already. He moved his touch from her clitoris to inside her to make sure she was ready to take his cock. Feeling she was ready, he pulled her on top of him as they continued kissing.
She spread her legs to grant him entry, but he used the opportunity to tease her a little more. He gripped his modest cock and began to slide it up and down her slippery folds, working the tip around her clit before sliding it down again. He barely put the head of his cock inside of her pussy before pulling it out and sliding it up her slit again. He repeated this until she was on the verge of climax and then plunged is cock inside his wife.
Her pussy felt like it did the last time they made love, already fucked. It felt wetter than normal, slightly looser than normal, and needing her man’s cock more than normal. Keith was happy to oblige her on the latter. He squeezed both of her ass cheeks and drove his cock as deep into her as it would go. The narrow strip of hair she left along her labia tickled his shaft as he slid it back out and then deep inside her again.
He fucked her slow and deep, enjoying the sensations of every ridge and curve inside of his wife. He started to kiss her down her jaw line, further down her neck to where her neck met her shoulders. He thought momentarily about running his lips further down to her chest and gently swirl his tongue around her nipple, but moved back up her neck instead. His cock surged with sensation and he knew he was getting close to cumming. He didn’t want to risk tickling her and moving her further away from orgasm.
Cassie ground her hips into his cock harder with each deep stroke. Every gyration sent him closer to the edge. He gripped her ass tight with his left hand and moved his right hand back down between her legs as he continued to fuck her. She cocked her hips slightly to let his hand in to gently massage her nubbin as they fucked. The pace of his thrusting increased and his orgasm began to build.
Harder and faster he fucked her as her body began to tighten and her fingernails dug into his back. She could no longer rock her hips into his cock, she could just hold herself tensely against his cock until her pussy exploded in orgasm.
The shivers going through her body sent Keith’s cock into convulsions. He spilled huge amounts of cum into her pussy with each uncoordinated thrust. On the last eruption, they could only lay motionless, panting in a heap on their bed. Both were exhausted from their bout, Keith from reclaiming his wife, Cassie from reaffirming her commitment to her husband.
Chapter 14:
The Interview
Cassie was nervous about her interview and mainly sat at her desk, reading the many meaningless emails that made their way to her inbox until the scheduled time. 4:00PM, what a weird time to have an interview when there were only two other candidates, all of them from in-house. Most people probably never heard of River Bluffs unless they lived there. Even if they lived in River Bluffs, they probably weren’t qualified for the job of Assistant City Manager unless they already worked at the City. Nevertheless, formal interviews had to be held for every position as a mater of internal policy.
Cassie had a good idea of who else was interviewing for the job and figured she had the best shot at getting it, even though it would put the City in a bind to have her job vacant for a while until they replaced her. Most of the other people who probably put in had been with the City for a long time, didn’t want to really try that hard at anything new, and mainly just wanted a higher salary for their last few years of work to boost their pension. Their City had an employee pension system that was based off of the highest three years of pay, so a lot of people coasted most of their careers until the end and then went for something with more responsibility and higher pay when they got close to retirement. But not Cassie, she was eager to get the job done.
Cassie wanted to work. She wanted to make her city a better place to live. She wanted to learn new things and take on new responsibilities just for the challenge of it. She was also excited about her downtown revitalization project and looked for new ways to steer it in a direction she wanted it to go. If someone else got the job, they could derail her vision into something else, or worse, move to keep things as the status quo. Then the downtown would likely wither and die a slow death, like so many other Mississippi River towns.
She also swore to herself early in her career to put in for any job that would supervise her position. She had a shitty supervisor once and didn’t want to relive that hell again. That way, if she ever got another dumbass for a supervisor, she’d only have herself to blame because she should have interviewed for the position better. That’s what she told herself anyway, there was always the potential for a political hire or something else that could fuck her, no mater how well she interviewed.
Cassie wasn’t looking forward to the supervisory part though. She worked with some good people, but most of them needed a major fire lit under their ass to get them motivated. They’d come in, mostly on time. They’d take their sweet time making coffee and then proceed to shoot the shit with someone for the next hour or so. After that, they’d sit down at their computer and read the news for a while, all the while keeping their eye on the door for a boss. If someone of authority poked their head in, they’d bring up a spreadsheet, their emails, or a set of plans to look busy while they were there. Once the danger was gone, they’d quickly go back to fucking off. They’d maybe get in a solid hour of work before lunch. After lunch, they’d knock out more of the same mediocrity.
Watching everyone around her do the minimum drove her nuts, but such is the culture when the supervisors were also mostly there just to get by until retirement. Cassie was different than most City employees; she was driven to be productive, to succeed at her job and in life. Don’t be fooled, she could also use the money from the promotion. Raising two small kids on the salaries of two public servants wasn’t easy. Her and Keith’s salaries were modest to begin with and cost of living increases were few and far between. Daycare was expensive and every dime would help them make ends meet with hopefully a little extra left over for some fun at the end of the month.
Cassie didn’t like interviews either. She felt like she was being judged for her worth. Granted, she was worth a lot, but self-doubt always crept in. It found its way to the one weakness she was most self-conscious about and made her needlessly agonize over it. The weakness probably wasn’t even perceptible to those on the other side of the interview table, but it was always there, burning in the back of her mind. She hated conflict of any typ
e. And if she was going to be the boss over some of her coworkers, there needed to be plenty of conflict.
Cassie heard the door open to their communal workspace and saw Becky from human resources poke her head in.
“Mr. Blaylock is ready for you, Cassie,” Becky announced.
Mr. Blaylock? Everyone just called him James. Why does everything have to be so formal during job interviews? Cassie grabbed her dossier off of her desk to take to the interview and followed Becky out of the door.
“Am I the last one?” Cassie asked curiously, her high heels clicked along down the hall.
“You sure are, Mr. Blaylock did the other two interviews this morning. I’m not really sure why he spaced the interviews out like he did. I guess he had something going on in the middle of the day,” Becky replied.
“Are we doing a formal panel and then an informal interview with Mr. Blaylock?” Cassie asked.
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