He felt, maybe, turned inside-out.
His heart seemed to stop. It seemed to, but couldn't actually stop, could it?
I did it, Rachel's voice skittered around in his head, like a ghost, whispering and whispering.
He turned to face her. “Did what, Rachel?”
She set her coat down.
Was she shaking?
She peeled her purse from her shoulder. Tapped the chair-back with her fingers.
“It.”
There wasn't any need for explanation, and they both knew it. They had been dancing around “it” when they talked about “it” all this time, but now the time for pretense was over. “It” was fucking Xavier. “It” was what Josh wanted, and what he knew his wife craved.
“It,” though, was suddenly too large for the room.
“It” might be the beginning of the end of his marriage, he realized.
He started to feel the heat of anger rise up inside his chest.
He had wanted more control over it than this. She hadn't even seemed particularly convinced that this is what Josh wanted. How could she think the conversation they had was sufficient? Didn't they need to sign a paper, or do something to make it more official?
But right behind the wave of anger came the arousal. The arousal told Josh the truth about himself. He could deny it to himself all he wanted, for whatever reason, but his cock – which was twitching to life – would not lie.
“Today? At lunch?”
His voice cracked. It was dry.
Rachel held her hands up and let them fall.
And as she did, Josh realized another very dark, very perverted pleasure he wanted:
He was getting off on Rachel feeling guilty.
“It just got...away from me.” Her face turned downward. “But...I thought it's what you wanted.”
Josh took a step forward.
It was tempting, wasn't it? To let her feel bad?
Josh pushed the idea out of his mind.
Actually, the idea left his mind as it got crowded out by all of his other thoughts.
He put his hand on her cheek.
After all, he had told her to do this.
After all, he had wanted her to do it.
There was an even scarier truth, he realized, as he touched her face and smelled the scent of a high-end hotel soap on her skin:
He was disappointed that she had showered.
He had wanted to smell another man on her skin. He had wanted to see her with him. He wasn't angry at her for what she did, he was disappointed that he hadn't seen it live.
“Tell me what you did, Rachel,” he heard himself say.
His own voice sounded strange to him. He wasn't admonishing her. He was hungry. He wanted her to submit to his desire now, maybe as a kind of penance, and give him every last detail of her experience with Xavier.
So he added, as he moved his hand to the back of her neck: “I want details.”
Her mouth fell open.
“I was supposed to watch you, Rachel. And you went ahead, which I can forgive you for.” He was listening to himself but he couldn't quite believe his own voice and his words. It was what he wanted, and what he wanted his wife to do, and it was making his cock hard as steel to say these things to her, but he just didn't talk to his wife like this.
He moved his mouth close to her ear, and he felt what was similar to a flinch travel through her. There was fear in Rachel's body now, and he wasn't sure why, but it turned him on. “Tell me everything,” he whispered.
“I...I...don't know what to...”
He pushed her onto the couch, and she looked surprised for a moment. But when he knelt on the floor next to her her expression changed to one of arousal. Still mingled with confusion, but arousal nonetheless.
He slid his hands underneath her skirt, one on each side of her leg. “Did Xavier slide his hands here?”
Rachel shook her head. “Not like that,” she whispered.
He curled his fingers underneath her underwear. Now that he was close to her hemline and the sweet spot between her legs, he could smell her excitement. Beneath it was a musky layer, foreign to her. Even if she had tried to cover it up, Xavier was still inside of her.
He shuddered.
Her panties were wet. He could tell by the weight of them as he slid them from her legs. They were a deep, new crimson pair, and they looked expensive. As he slid them down her skin, the thought occurred to him that she seemed to have chosen them deliberately, before she left. As though she had known that Xavier would see them.
She had put them on in the morning, thinking ahead to what she would do. Had it turned her on? Had she searched through the drawer, looking for the pair that would look best on her?
Instead of the thought depressing him, it excited him.
He left the underwear around her ankles, admiring the sight of them twisted around her skin and her shoes. He pushed her legs apart, so she opened like a butterfly, her knees the outermost tips of the wings. “How did he touch you then?” Josh asked her. He pushed her skirt up, and she wiggled to help him move it out of his way.
Now she was exposed to him, and he looked at her perfect cunt. The downy landing strip of blonde hair could not hide that her pussy had already been attended to today: she was glistening with her own excitement, but the flesh of her cunt was distended. It bulged from between her lips.
Another man, Josh thought, had been in his wife's pussy.
But now he could smell only her, and beneath that scent the notes of soap. A shower; and attempt to cover up her sin. Had she used a condom, or let him fill her up with his seed?
He would hear it from her soon enough. The thought turned over and over inside of him, making him seasick.
He pulled the lips of her pussy open, and paused to look at the shape of her. He could almost see it as though it were there in front of him: Xavier's cock filling her, stretching out the very lips he was looking at, until they were strained to near-tearing.
He moved closer to her. “Tell me about his cock,” he said.
“Josh...”
He was surprised at himself when he pinched the inside of her thigh, near her watering cunt, rather forcefully. “You said you would tell me everything,” he growled. “And you've been a little naughty, Rachel.”
He was almost nervous as the words left his mouth. He liked this game, to be sure, but how far would he take his trash-talking to her? How much would she put up with? They were far, far outside their boundaries now. He never spoke this way to her.
She gasped, and then she squirmed so that her pussy came closer to him. The evidence that his words and her own naughtiness turned her on was impossible to hide: her pussy welled up in the center of her hole with a sticky, fat drop of her juices.
“Okay,” she said. Her voice was hoarse. “Okay. His cock was...big. Very big.”
“Bigger than mine?”
She demurred, and he pinched her again.
“Yes.”
“Longer?”
She nodded, and the image of Xavier's long cock took shape in Josh's mind. He would love to have seen it, of course, but something about the imagining was equally exciting to him.
“Now tell me what he did to you first,” he said.
Josh moved in and licked her clit. It was already saturated with smear of her sweet juices. He wanted to dive into her, but he resisted. He would reward her for being good, for telling him the filthy details of her good-bad behavior. But not until then.
He slid a hand beneath her right buttock, to let her know he would lift her to his mouth if she told him more.
“Hmm? What did he do?” He breathed next to her wet cunt but did not touch his lips to her.
She shuddered and twisted in his hands. He let his eyes drop to watch her ankles shifting in the loose bondage of her red panties.
“Uh...he...we kissed, I think, and then he turned me around...and unzipped my dress. He pushed me against the wall.”
Josh gave her a lick
, over the hardened center of her clit, as a reward for filling his head with the image of Xavier turning his wife abruptly to the wall and unzipping her dress. He imagined the flex of Xavier's cock as Josh's wife's skin tumbled from her dress, the red tearing open to reveal creamy ivory.
He waited for Rachel to keep talking before continuing the swirls of his tongue over the hard center of her pussy. He allowed himself to wonder if she tasted different while he waited.
“He slid the dress from my shoulders,” she panted, in an effort to restart his tongue. Josh hummed against her sensitive flower, and she moaned. He imagined Xavier's big hands, elegant and practiced, as they unwrapped the red shoulders of her dress and pushed her hands to her sides to slide the material from her, baring her skin.
“Where were you?”
“In a...in the hotel.”
He pressed his lips around the slender teardrop of her clit, and rubbed the taut center between them. Rachel's body convulsed, and then went limp as he released her. Her nectar was smeared on his lips, making them slick as he spoke. “And then?”
He breathed on her clit, promising her more, and she clutched at the couch, digging with her nails at the leather, to no avail.
“He slid his hand between my legs,” she panted.
“While you were facing away from him?”
“I...yes.”
He swept his tongue along the slick, wet interior of her outer labia. “And then?”
“He pushed me onto the bed, Josh, please...” she grasped his head and tried to pull him toward her, but he grasped her wrist and pulled her arm away. “No. Tell me what I want to know,” he said. He flicked his tongue at her clit. “I'll tell you what,” he said, thinking better of his idea suddenly.
Having a marvelous idea in fact.
“You keep talking, and give me all the details, and I'll keep going as long as you do. But if you stop,” he breathed against her wet skin, and drew his head to her inner thighs. “Then so will I.”
Then he pressed his mouth to her cunt, so that her clit was sucked into his mouth in a perfect fit, and he could stroke her hot, hardened center with his tongue. She rippled with the movement of his tongue, and he felt her abdomen tighten in pleasure.
He stopped moving his tongue, and she gasped, desperate for more.
“He pushed me onto the bed,” she said.
Josh licked her again, but with less energy. “That very boring,” he said.
She moaned, and tossed her head back. “He had his fingers inside of me,”
Josh gave her a little more pressure – but just a little. It was still too boring.
She whimpered, and tried to push herself into his mouth, but he resisted, and pressed her backward into the couch.
She looked down at him. His eyes could meet hers over her crumpled dress and the feathery hair of her mound.
“I...he had his fingers up against my...clit, from the inside.”
Josh rewarded her with a strong massage from his tongue. He felt the pleasure that it gave her, but he slowed as she lost herself in what he was doing. Keep talking, he willed her silently.
“Then he stroked me with one finger on the inside, and one on the outside.” Josh could hear her gathering momentum in her voice, in the same way her need was winding up inside her body. He vowed to only reward her for the dirtiest details. He slowed his tongue, and savored the taste of her.
“Oh don't...” she moaned. Then she began to talk quickly, bringing Josh up to a rhythmic, steady speed:
“He made me come, and I came so hard I didn't notice he had started to put more fingers inside of me, and stretch me open, and...and...Josh, don't stop, oh, god, I can't tell you the next part...okay, okay, then he pulled me by the hair and I turned around, and he pushed me down on my knees, and that's when I saw his cock for the first time. Then I...please don't stop...”
Josh stopped what he was doing. “Tell me about his cock.”
“Oh god. I already...okay, okay, his cock was big, I could barely get my hand around it.”
Josh pressed his tongue hard into her clit. His own cock was pulsing now with a depraved ache, thinking of her hand around his girth the way she had been around his own just nights before. He almost lost himself in his own devouring of her pussy, but when he realized she wasn't talking he slowed to a stop.
“And then,” she picked up, telling her story as almost a form of proxy masturbation, which only intensified the thrill for him, “then I sucked his cock.”
Josh slowed again, to let her know this was not enough. Tell him more.
“I...did, I did what I did the other night, to you. But his cock was bigger, and it was harder to...harder to fit, I couldn't get the whole thing in at first-”
Josh pulled away. “Tell me how it felt. Did you like it? Tell me how you felt.”
Rachel shook her head, and so Josh smiled, and shrugged, and sat back on his heels.
“Okay,” she said. “I...I liked the feel of him in my mouth.”
She blushed.
Josh leaned in toward her, and began to give her butterfly kisses across her clit again.
“I almost choked. But I liked it. I wanted to know what it would feel like inside of me. I liked that he was enjoying himself. Then I...I did that for a while, and he pushed me all the way to the base of his cock, and held me there, and I couldn't breathe. And then he let me go, and then he...oh god...oh don't stop...he turned me around again and he pulled me apart and then he...then he put his cock inside of me...”
Josh slowed, letting her know he wanted more detail. He could also feel that she was very close coming.
“Oh god, Josh...” she whispered.
He remained where he was, still, waiting for the details he craved. In his mind, his wife was on her hands and knees, with Xavier's dark body behind her, his cock in his hand, ready to split her open and pound her full of his cum.
He could imagine it, but he wanted her to say it. He wanted her to tell the story. He wanted the details.
She relented. “He slid inside of me and...at first it...hurt. It was so big. I thought he might tear me, but I was so...wet, and so he just filled me up and...Josh don't stop, please.”
He could feel that her body was rigid, close to the peak that would send her spiraling into her climax. But he stopped, because she stopped talking. He imagined his wife's pussy, the one he now peppered with the lightest of touches from his tongue, wrapped around another man's cock.
“Keep talking,” he murmured into her folds. He slid a hand beneath her other buttock, though, and knew as he did that he would not stop until she screamed and twisted in his hands. There was no room for teasing now: he made deliberate, rhythmic slides from the top of her slippery knob to the bottom. The quiver of her fattened clit told him he had the precise place. Her legs began to shake.
“He pounded me until I came...oh god...and then he...didn't stop, he just kept going, and I...I...”
Her last words were an exhale, and she lifted her head and looked down at him. He met her eyes as she convulsed with her orgasm. He felt her body shudder, from her trapped feet to her head. Her juices gushed from inside of her and smeared across his entire face.
He began to rub his face against her, and she screeched wildly and twisted in his hands. It was too much for her, but he wanted to keep going, as Xavier had, until she...she...what?
As she began to almost sob, and dig her nails into his head through his hair, he felt his own painful erection again. It had been there along of course, but now it seemed like an anesthetic had worn off suddenly. He lifted his head and Rachel seemed relieved for the brief mercy. Her body was shaking.
He jerked her panties away from her feet, taking one shoe with them and tossing them aside. Then he lifted her legs and pushed them against the couch on either side of her head as he rose up and slid his own cock into her drenched pussy.
Could she even feel him inside of her, after all that? She gasped, and her legs bounced wildly in his hands as he pounded hi
mself into her soggy hole. He wanted to hear her finish her sentence, and tell him what Xavier had done after she came, but he imagined it was something like this: fucking her with his huge cock until her pussy began to squeeze him.
Rachel did, in fact, build up to another orgasm. He could feel her clenching his cock, and he held out as long as could for her. He hoped, as he yelled and ground his pelvis against her spread and contorted legs, that she came as well. He dumped his seed inside of her, looking down at his cock buried in her flesh.
But he imagined a different sight as he did: that of Xavier's cock, veined and dark, cum squirting from the sides of the tight seal of his wife's pussy.
They collapsed on the couch, and Josh pulled Rachel to him. It was evident that neither one of them knew what to say.
Rachel entwined her fingers with his. He knew he should say something to her, but he wasn't sure what.
“That was hot,” he said, nothing else having occurred to him and the silence becoming too much to bear.
Rachel looked up at him. Her head was on his shoulder. Then she looked down at their hands.
“I feel sort of weird about it,” she said softly.
He kissed her on the forehead. “Don't feel weird,” he assured her. “It was...I wanted you to do it. Didn't you want to do it?”
She shrugged, but not as though she didn't have the answer to the question. She closed her fingers into a fist, taking his fingers with her. He squeezed her hand. “I mean...I feel funny saying this. I did want to do it...”
Her voice trailed off.
Josh kissed her again. “And didn't you enjoy it?”
She nodded.
“And wasn't this hot?”
She nodded again.
“So what's the problem?”
Rachel shrugged again. There was a long pause. “I don't know...I guess...it just seems like it's too good to be true, like, you can't do this kind of thing and not have any consequences. It seems...sort of fucked-up. And...”
He waited for her to finish her sentence, because he really had no idea what she was going to say.
The pause was long, pregnant, torturous.
While the clock ticked in the background, Josh felt his elation tick away with every second. It was an unexpected feeling. Here he was, getting what he wanted – exactly what he wanted. It was hot. He could feel his cock getting hard again. Part of him loved it, wanted more of it, was waiting on pins and needles for Rachel to give in to his desires again. Part of him was plotting already, thinking of how he could get her to do it where he could see and smell her with Xavier.
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