by Hazel Parker
The two men, however, had something slightly different in mind for me, and I allowed myself to be subjected to their whims quite gladly. Before I knew it, my body was being flipped complacently over on top of my husband, adjusted so that I was now lying on my back, and his strong arms wrapped around my own. It was like a set of human handcuffs, pinning me in place, and not allowing me to wriggle free no matter how hard I might have struggled. Not that I would have wanted to free myself of this oh-so-seductive arrangement, in any case.
No, I was all too happy to be imprisoned in this manner, as now Ryan was creeping his way up across the bedspread, his penetrating gaze hovering up to me, and driving me so wild that I thought I just might not survive all of this. His huge body came clambering up onto me, mounting me, and pushing my legs slightly up and apart so as to push me into just the right angle.
He pushed himself inside me, penetrating me, stretching me out, as inch by inch by agonizing inch of his immensity came sliding through the burning, floral folds of my pussy. I cried out in ecstasy, my body thrusting reflexively forward as at last he touched down inside me, but of course I was being held in place by my husband, and my limits were greatly restricted.
My head spinning, Ryan then began to plow me relentlessly, fucking me like there was no tomorrow, pounding, slamming, jackhammering my pussy, pushing and pumping and thrusting like mad. I was screaming, moaning, torrents of expletives pouring from my lips with each loud, wet smacking together of our genitals, driving me further and further up the wall as the moments slipped by, digging deeper, and deeper, smashing me to bits, and leaving me so damn frazzled that I couldn't even begin to think straight.
And then he began to pour himself into me, to release his hot load inside me, filling me up, and absolutely drenching me with his essence. And I came, harder than ever, sandwiched between the two men and reeling with delight, my body quaking, fighting against my husband's resistance and the force of Ryan's love, and the scene unlike anything I could have ever imagined as the last drops of pleasure were exhausted from my body.
And God, what a night...
The two men took turns having sex with me through the remainder of the evening, pushing me time and time again past my own limits, and leaving me so dizzy with pleasure that I didn't know which way was up. We honestly sort of forgot about the dinner we'd been planning, but from the way this first evening had gone together, we thought that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance that the three of us would be meeting again often enough in the future that we could probably stick a dinner in there somewhere.
And that became particularly true when, a few weeks later, I discovered that I happened to be pregnant, and it looked as though the three of our lives were about to become more entwined than ever before.
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THE END
Completely Obsessed
Chapter One
I sat in my chair typing hastily on my keyboard. She wouldn’t answer my calls, my texts, or my letters. I know that I was getting a little desperate, but I decided to send her an email. I had to show her that she truly meant the world to me and that I was sorry for what I had done to her. Julia and I broke up last week and it was eating me up inside. We’ve been together for ten years, since we were in tenth grade.
It was my fault that we broke up and I was the one who had to fix it. In a drunken stupor one night, I cheated on her with my co-worker Elizabeth. Elizabeth was a beautiful woman, 5’5, long flowing auburn hair, with a body fit to be a model. I always found Elizabeth attractive, but it was never my intention to do anything sexual with her, but I could still remember the feel of her body.
“Faster!” Elizabeth screamed as I pounded into her at the cheap motel room around the corner from the bar we were at with a few of our co-workers. We were celebrating one of the older men retiring and I’d gotten drunk and Elizabeth was showing a little too much of her cleavage as she looked at me from across the bar.
“Like this?” I asked as I lifted her up and fucked her hard and fast in the air. She screamed and went wild in my arms.
“Yes!” she called out as she came covering my cock with her sweet juices. I exited her and took off the condom which had ripped. “Come for me.” She said as she knelt down on her knees and placed my length inside of her mouth. I gripped her hair and pressed her deeper onto me.
“Shit” I groaned as her head bobbed quickly on my cock. I was throbbing and I could feel the pressure starting to build up. I looked down at her beautiful face and her eyes were looking back at me. When I came, she sucked me dry and licked her lips as she looked seductively at me. I don’t know why, but once I had orgasmed, that’s when my consciousness kicked in telling me that I fucked up. I knew I would have to tell Julia when I sobered up the next day.
“Damn it!” I said slamming my fist on the desk as I erased the message that I just wrote. My words seemed too generic, too forced and I knew Julia wasn’t going to buy into all of the ‘I love you’ and ‘I’ve made a mistake, you’re the only woman for me’ shit. I was never good at begging, but she was worth every second of my groveling.
I sat back into my chair and leaned my head back. I wondered what she was doing at this very moment. Was she sleeping? Was she out with her friends forgetting all about me? Or was she thinking about me the way that I was thinking about her?
I ran my hand through my dark oily hair; I needed to get something to eat before I died and thus losing the ability to come up with the right words to say to Julia.
I went into the kitchen and opened up the refrigerator in frustration. I was absolutely miserable! Pulling out the left over chicken from last night, I quickly placed it onto a plate and threw it in the microwave. The minute that I waited for the meat to heat up felt like hours to me. I really had to pull myself together; it wasn’t like me to be so worked up about something.
When the microwave signaled that it was done, I opened the microwave and slammed the plate down on the kitchen table causing it to crack a little on the side. “I need a drink.” I grabbed out a Heineken, popped it open and chugged it like it was the last drink that I’d ever have again.
Sitting down at the table, I dug into my food trying my hardest to eat away all of the pain that I was feeling. “Julia,” I whispered her name as I finished my lack of a meal. She was absolutely perfect. Her hair was cut into a pixie style and her high pitched voice sounded like angels singing from the heavens. She was small compared to my 6’4 stature and she was the only woman that I’ve ever loved.
I sighed while pushing myself up from my seat. I walked back into my suffocating bedroom and sat in front of my computer. I decided to let my fingers run their own course.
Julia,
I know that I’ve hurt you and I know that I am probably the last person that you’d want to speak with right now. Please just hear me out. I love you so much and that woman meant nothing to me! I admit that I find her attractive, but it was never my intention to sleep with her. She caught me at my weakest moment and I wish that I could go back in time to stop it from happening. Please don’t just skip through this email while you’re checking your mountain of emails. Please consider having dinner with me so that we could speak face to face. I don’t want us to end on such a terrible note. I’ll clear any time that you need in my schedule.
I love you,
Mike.
I hit send then and the only thing that I could do was wait. As the hours passed me by, I figured that Julia was not going to respond back to me, but I jumped up in glee once I saw her name on the screen.
Michael,
I have to give you some credit; at least you have the decency to feel shitty about what you’ve done to me. I really don’t want to see you right now because I’m still hurting. However, if you can follow simple instructions then I’d be willing to hear you out. I want to go to MY favorite restaurant. You know Shelley’s right, the restaurant that you hate? You will not touch me or call me anything but Julia. If you feel that you can restrain yourself and do
what I’ve asked then I’ll go to dinner with you. Tomorrow night is the only night I have free.
Regards,
Julia.
I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face. She was right though, I hated Shelley’s with a passion but for the chance of seeing her, I’ll swallow my pride. I sent her a quick email telling her that I can behave myself and follow all of her rules. I told her that I will pick her up from her mother’s house at 7 and I hit send. I couldn’t help but feel a bit giddy. I had to keep reminding myself that this didn’t mean that we were getting back together, but at least she was willing to communicate with me.
Deciding that showering right now would be the best thing to do. I haven’t showered in days and the smell was starting to take its toll on me. Walking cheerfully into the bathroom, I discarded my clothes and turned on the shower head. The hot shower relaxed my tense body and I began feeling at ease. I just had to make it through the rest of tonight and tomorrow until I saw her again.
I exited the shower feeling refreshed when I heard my cellphone ringing in the next room,
“Hello,” I said without looking at the caller ID.
“Hey man it’s me” Jacob my closest friend since college said.
“Open the door, I’m outside.” I quickly put on a t-shirt and shorts and opened the door for Jacob.
“It’s time to get off your ass man! There’s no point in sitting here feeling sorry for yourself.” Shoving a bag of beer into my hands, he pushed passed me and walked into my living room. I closed the door behind me and followed him.
“What the hell am I supposed to be doing then?” I asked falling onto the sofa. Putting his feet on the table like he was the man of the house, Jacob grabbed one of the beers out of the bag once I put it on the table.
“You shouldn’t be acting like a little girl crying about how you’ve fucked up.” Jacob really did know how to make someone feel more like shit. Sometimes I wished he wasn’t so blunt. “You and Julia been together for ten years and yeah you fucked up, but it’s not every day a man tells his woman about his fuck ups.
She’s gonna give you another chance, just give her some time.” I grabbed one of the beers out of the bag and popped it open. I wasn’t so sure about that, but I knew that Jacob was right that I needed to get off of my ass and stop walking around like my dog just died.
“You might be right,” I said as I chugged the rest of the can.
“Julia emailed me today and said that she’d be willing to talk if I follow some rules.” Jacob snorted, reached onto the table, grabbed the remote, and turned on the game.
“Women,” Jacob said with a disgusted expression on his face. I shook my head; he really didn’t want to follow anyone’s rules but his own. “Sorry man, I know you want to talk about your feelings, but I can’t miss this game.” I laughed. Jacob was the only person who could come over to someone’s house to attempt to make them feel better, but then leave them hanging for something interesting on TV. I cracked open another beer, placed my feet on top of the table, and enjoyed the game with Jacob.
Chapter Two
Jacob left after the game mumbling something about losing a bet. Before he left, he slapped me on the shoulder and told me to grow some balls. I couldn’t help but smile like an idiot and for some odd reason, I slept like a baby. Having someone here with me to take my mind off of the situation really helped. It’s been a week since I’ve last seen and spoken to Julia so tonight was extremely important to me.
“Hey Mike,” Nathan called out as I made my way into the office fifteen minutes early. I was starting to feel a little down again, but I managed a small smile and greeted him back.
“Hey Nate, how’s the wife and kids?” Nathan sighed and sat down in his seat.
“The baby is growing up fast, she’s starting to walk now and getting into everything and breaking all my shit.” I laughed at him. Kids seemed to be walking earlier and earlier these days. I’m pretty sure she’s seven months. “And Christina might be pregnant again!” Nathan slammed down his paperwork and I couldn’t help but to laugh a little harder.
“Hang in there,” I said as I made my way to my cubicle. I needed that laugh, even though it was wrong, I was happy that other people were having a hard time like I was.
I spent the rest of my day handling projects that I neglected to do a week ago and I avoided Elizabeth as much as I could. We both worked as paralegals at a law firm so avoiding her for most of the day was a miracle considering we worked on the same floor. I couldn’t look at her because even though I was mad at myself, I was mad as hell at her also. She knew that I was engaged, but she came onto me and ultimately got me to sleep with her. I know that I could’ve easily kept my junk in my pants, but the woman was quite enticing. When I saw her as I was about to go on my lunchbreak, I froze.
“Hey,” Elizabeth said looking me dead in the eyes. I looked over her head at the clock, it was 12:36.
“Hello” I said as normal as I possibly could. I was flustered but I didn’t want her to know that. I tried to walk passed her but her slender hand reached out and grabbed my arm.
“Michael” she sighed “Let’s talk about what happened”. I released the breath that I didn’t know I was holding and looked back at her.
“There’s nothing to talk about. We fucked, I was drunk and it won’t happen again.” I said as quietly as possible. Her soft features contorted with pain and I almost felt bad for saying that to her. “Almost” being the key word. Her eyes began watering and I thought she was about to start crying, but the tears refused to fall.
“I deserved that” she said fixing her posture “But please, I want to speak with you and apologize appropriately.” She shuffled back and forth on her feet and this time I sighed.
“I told Julia what happened between us and she dumped me. People mess up every day and it sucks that I had to mess up with you. Like I said it won’t happen again. There’s nothing for us to talk about.” I saw something flash in her eyes when I mentioned that Julia had dumped me, but I was too stressed out to read too much into it. Without waiting for her reply, I turned on my heels and walked away.
Everywhere I went to grab some food was crowded and I mentally cursed myself. I hadn’t eaten an actual meal in a week and I was starving. The only thing that I ate was just random meat that I pulled out of the refrigerator which obviously wasn’t a proper meal. I felt like my stomach was eating itself. I needed to find someplace to eat fast! After walking for fifteen minutes, I finally came across a subway that was not as crowded as the other places. I didn’t really find subway filling, but it was better than nothing.
I ordered a foot long subway club with a turkey breast chopped salad. At least this time I’d be eating something a little better for my nutrition. I sat down in my seat at the back of the restaurant eating in silence as I watched young lovers walk in and out of the place.
“Subway never gives you enough food,” the teenage boy said as he held hands with what I assumed to be his girlfriend.
“But the food is good. I don’t want anything else. Come on please,” the boy sighed and said fine.
They were more than likely on lunch break from school. I watched them as they flirted with each other, unable to keep their hands off of each other. The boy appeared to really hate the place, but he put up with it because of his girlfriend. They reminded me so much of Julia and me at that age. I smiled as I realized we’d come a long way from that stage in our lives. The couple left as quickly as they came and I left soon after them.
I walked that long street back to the office with my hands in my pockets. I was trying to come up with conversational topics so that things wouldn’t get awkward after Julia and I spoke for a while at dinner. I shook my head in disbelief, I didn’t even know why I had to do that since Julia and I spent the last ten years together. I could hear Jacob saying, “I can’t believe you are going all out for a woman like this” I laughed to myself “I just want everything to be perfect” I was starting to f
eel too emotional, so I took my hands out of my pockets and hurried back to the office.
When I got home later that day, I ran quickly into my bedroom to pick some clothes out for tonight. I was starting to see why women spent so much time looking for something to wear when they went out. I thought a suit would be too formal, but jeans were out of the question. I decided to go with a simple black dress shirt with some khaki pants. I wanted to look good for Julia, but I didn’t want to seem like a complete stranger to her.
I showered and shaved. When I looked into the mirror, I noticed that I had a slight tan. My hazel eyes scanned all over my chiseled face and I looked more close to normal than I had been looking for the last several days. I toweled dried my hair and spiked it up a little. When I was completely dressed, it was 6’ o clock. It’ll take about thirty minutes to get to Julia’s mother’s house and around fifteen minutes to get to Shelley’s. I thought it’ll be best to maybe stop by a store and buy Julia flowers but I changed my mind, I didn’t want to appear too out of character.
