He laughed and went to get a drink.
Sophie hung up the call to Finn and went after him. As he bent over to take a can of fruit cider from the fridge, she linked her arms around his waist and kissed his back.
“So, you liked your surprise then?” he turned in her arms and kissed her nose.
Sophie giggled, “he was very…talented.”
Howie whipped her up into his arms, “I hope that tight little cunt isn’t too sore for more use?” They kissed and he carried her out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
“I think she could be persuaded,” Sophie screamed as he threw her over his shoulder and slapped her ass. She felt like a teenager again, like she had before Kaelan, before the kids, it felt good, and any sense of regret or guilt at what she’d done, at what she was doing, was quickly quelled as he dropped her on the bed.
*****
“That’s it, do her harder, split your wife’s pussy in two!” Kaelan lay back in the reclining chair and watched as Dave plunged the big black dildo in and out of his wife’s gaping slit. She was thrashing around on the sofa, letting out muted cries and strangled whimpers, clutching fervently at the cushions, the arms, her husband. It was a wonderful sight.
When she came it was earth-shattering. Cilla wailed like banshee, she scrabbled at Dave’s arms, and then, as her back arched and her eyes rolled into her head, Dave drove the thick shaft almost all the way inside her. Kaelan noticed that he was impassive, unmoved. There was no excitement in it for her husband. That made him feel even better.
“Now, while the bitch is helpless, open one of those bars and slip it in, I want her pussy covered in chocolate, inside and out. Then Dave you fucking wimp, you’re going to clean her out for me.”
And he did. Seeing Dave lapping it all off her outer lips, and probing inside to get as much out of her as possible, was one of the sexiest things he’d ever seen. Dave’s caged cock bobbed up and down limp and useless, and that thought made Kaelan even harder. He didn’t know whether Dave liked the humiliation, Cilla had never mentioned it, but he found that he didn’t care. It got him off, and that was all he needed.
As Dave brought Cilla to another toe curling orgasm, Kaelan pulled off his pants, and strode across the room. He gabbed Dave by the shoulders and spun him away. “My turn, you little whore. Spread those legs for me,” Cilla gaped at him, but she did as he demanded, even holding her wet, chocolatey gash open for him.
Kaelan lay along her and after a couple of urgent thrusts, he found her entrance and ploughed himself all the way in. “Oh God! K! Yesssss that’s it…”
He drilled her hard, folding her over, ensuring that he reached as deeply into her body as he could. They kissed, they bit each other and they fucked. They fucked each other to a panting, blurry-eyed stand still.
“Keep those legs up, I want to make sure the seed takes in you.”
“Oh K, I want your babies, I want that so fucking much,” she held her knees back to her chest and only a little of the gallons of spunk he’d fired into her body trickled slowly down over her taint to stain the dark blue fabric of their sofa.
Kaelan had to get home, he was later than he’d promised Carys. He dressed quickly and chucked the keys up and down in his hand a couple of times, showing them to Dave. Cilla’s husband was sitting in the chair by the widescreen TV, his head in his hands, a look of abject misery on his face.
“I’m taking these. I’ll need to have her twice a week for the next few weeks, maybe more, if she’s going to breed I’ll need to keep your puny cock out of her.” He snickered as Cilla beamed at him, fingering some of his cum out and tasting it, though she remained in position.
Kaelan walked back to her and kissed her deeply, massaging her tits proprietorially, then he walked out. He paused at the front door, sneaked back to the sitting room, he was gratified to see that neither of them had moved a muscle. “Dave, I forgot to say, Happy Birthday!”
The man didn’t even look up, and his head dropped even further when Cilla said: “when will I see you again?”
“Maybe Friday, I want to make sure of it. And Cill, he is not to touch you, not until it’s done.”
She smiled a wicked smile, “I’m yours now, he can’t have me, not without your agreement. I promise master. I will have your babies. It’s what I want.” Dave made a weird noise in his throat, but the lovers ignored him, he was irrelevant, and Kaelan revelled in his supremacy. He owned another man’s wife, and she was going to have his child (it was a deep part of the game, though he didn’t believe it would really happen). Why hadn’t he done this before? Despite all the pain Sophie had caused him, life was survivable, rewind that, it still afforded new opportunities, and he was determined to take them.
Chapter 14: Pause for thought
Kaelan went through the team list for the weekend, Bradshaw Minor wasn’t available again. It was a blow. They were unlikely to beat Fitzsimmons Academy without him, he was an even more influential player than Kyle had been in his former school. If only he wasn’t in the bloody choir as well. He sighed and laid the clipboard down.
It wasn’t really the team situation that was bothering him. He’d spent much of the night sitting up with Finn. Since Sophie left, he was having trouble sleeping. For the past few nights he’d woken up screaming, assailed by bad dreams. As far as he could tell they were all about abandonment. It had taken him nearly three hours to calm him down.
By contrast, Carys had adjusted reasonably well, she’d even been out with Sophie and Howie despite the anger she’d felt at first about her mother’s infidelity, but Finn was not so resilient. He spun around in his chair and watched the cricket match being played on the quad. It wasn’t just Finn though, he was missing Sophie more than he could believe, more than he’d been able to admit.
He was coping well, at least in getting things done, in terms of feeding them all, getting them organised. Although Sophie had taken the lion’s share of the domestic work, Kaelan found he was more than able to step up. What was more surprising was the willingness of Carys to help. She’d been a model citizen.
But of course, coping with the practical things wasn’t the issue. He loved her, would always love her. When she’d agreed to marry him, sitting in a rollercoaster on a blustery Autumn day at Ashbury Leisure Farm, he’d been delirious. She was the girl of his dreams, of his friend’s dreams, and he’d thought that their lives would be a dream. Not the bloody nightmare it had become. He felt his eyes sting and, surprised at himself, he wiped furiously at them to try to prevent the tears. It didn’t work.
His phone buzzed. He wanted it to be Sophie. If it was, he would talk to her, try to reach her, tell her how much he needed her, how much he wanted her to come home. Through the kaleidoscope of colours caused by the tears that filled his eyes, he saw that it was a text from Paula.
With a choking laugh he opened it. [Paula]: When can I see u? xxx
He didn’t have the heart to respond.
*****
It had been a long week and Howie had sprung another surprise on her. Last night he’d taken her out for drinks, which she hadn’t really felt up for, and then he’d driven them to a layby with one of the few remaining public toilets in the district. He’d made her go into the gents, pushed her into a cubicle, and told her to sit down.
Only as the first erect penis appeared had she realised what was going on. It was a gloryhole. Her first instinct had been to scream the place down and demand to be taken home, but something about seeing the disembodied cock wagging around, expectant and throbbing had made her pussy ache.
She’d put her jacket on the floor, knelt before the straining phallus, grabbed it in her hand and worked on it frenziedly until the unseen man had begun to moan loudly. He’d tasted good, sweet and salty at once, and when he’d filled her mouth with cum, she’d had to thrust her hand into her pants and rub herself hard towards an orgasm.
But before she could even decide to swallow or spit the stranger’s cum, the pulsing, drooling cock had d
isappeared and another replaced it. She’d been too stunned to react at first, but then she’d taken the shorter stubbier cock in her mouth and sucked another anonymous man to climax. Four different cocks, four loads of cum, and then, the fifth had been a massive brown weapon. The longest, thickest dick she’d ever seen.
Sophie couldn’t deep throat it, but she’d licked it up and down avidly, coated the purple glans with her saliva. She’d sucked as much of it in as she could manage and then stroked the base as hard as she’d been able. It had been when the pain in her knees had become too much, and she’d realised that she wouldn’t last long enough to get her unseen lover off, that she’d had the idea.
There’d been a deep groan of disappointment when she let his club-like penis drop, but she worked fast and soon her pants and panties were on the floor with her jacket, like a true slut, Sophie bent over, guided the soaking wet head to her cunt lips and pushed back onto him. It took a few thrusts, but eventually she had impaled herself on him, and she fucked him hard. It was harder, thicker and longer than Kaelan and it drove her crazy.
When she came, holding onto the broken wooden toilet seat, it was so intense that she screamed. She didn’t feel, at first, the hot flow of his seed, but she took it all deep in her womb. When the cock slid out of her, leaving her trembling and dazed, her knees gave way and she had to clutch tightly to the toilet pan to avoid crashing full length onto the sticky, reeking tiles.
Howie hadn’t been happy about her fucking the guy, and he’d hauled her out of there by her arm, dumped her in the car and driven her home without a word. She’d slept alone in the second guest room, aching and alone.
She lay now in the bed, staring at the ceiling, taking another sick day. Her lover had gone out without waking her, without leaving a note. Abandoned. It was lunchtime and Sophie had no intention of getting up.
How had she come to this? Why had she let this happen? She turned onto her side and cuddled into the pillow. It was a bright day, and a wood pigeon was calling. What was Kaelan doing? What was he thinking? Maybe he was with someone else? The thought sent a cold lance through her stomach. Surely, he wouldn’t do that? Their life was merely on hold, that was how she saw it.
The fun she was having with Howie was a sabbatical. Eventually, she would need to go home. She longed for her family, even the tedious bits, the caring, the domestic chores, she needed it all. But Kaelan wouldn’t talk to her, wouldn’t respond to her messages, only Finn gave her news. Only he would tell her what was going on at home. He hadn’t mentioned another woman in Kaelan’s life, though he had repeatedly told her how much he hated Howie.
Sophie cradled the pillow and cried, she was hollow and empty inside. It was true, she thought, miserably, empty vessels do make the most noise. She turned to the ceiling again and howled out her anguish.
*****
It had taken a lot of persuasion and not a small amount of bribery for Kaelan to convince Carys to look after Finn for an hour. Elliot wanted to go for a beer, and for once, his friend had been the one frequently too busy to get together. Liza was demanding more of his time and it was getting to the moving in stage. His friend wanted to talk about things, and Kaelan missed the bloody geek and their mismatched sporting efforts.
“Feels strange to come here and not get onto the court, how have you been mate?” Elliot grabbed his hand and pulled him into a hug. Kaelan went with it and slapped Elliot on the back.
“I’m good,” he didn’t even really convince himself.
As Elliot pulled back, he inspected Kaelan carefully, “lying bastard. When will Sophie be coming back? You’re a bloody mess.” It was true, he was dishevelled and he could see every time he looked in the mirror the sadness that coloured and shaped him.
“I don’t know, maybe never, let’s get this drink and we can exchange news.” They went into the club.
It was quiet, which suited them both. They took their drinks onto the patio and watched two very good young women hammer a tennis ball at each other, making noises that could just as easily be made in a bedroom.
Elliot smiled and took a sip from his pint, “are they making you horny as well?”
“Without doubt, especially the redhead. She has that lovely wiggle as she waits for service.”
“Ooooh you make that sound so bad!” Elliot chuckled.
Although they hadn’t managed to get together much since Kaelan had started his new job, they soon fell into their usual easy banter. Liza was set to move in over the weekend and his friend wasn’t sure that they weren’t rushing things. Kaelan reassured him that there would never be a ‘good time’ and that if they felt ready, they were ready.
In return Kaelan told Elliot what had been going on with him, the fact that Sophie had moved in with Howie, that he was seeing a couple of different woman himself, and that Finn was struggling. It was cathartic and he was grateful that Elliot mostly listened without offering advice or judgement. He didn’t tell Elliot about Cilla, or about Mandy at his new school, both had more serious implications that he hadn’t processed himself.
“I thought it was you,” Kaelan looked around to find Paula’s husband Mark standing over him, “you haven’t been around much. I’ve been looking out for you.”
“No, I…”
“Been too busy fucking my wife, have you?” His words landed like incendiaries and Elliot sucked in a breath. The few people around were staring. “She’s good, isn’t she? Hmmmmm?”
Kaelan didn’t know what to make of this. Was Mark about to attack him? He steeled himself in preparation. The slight man stuck out his prominent lower lip, started to say something else, and then he burst into tears. It wrong-footed Kaelan completely.
“You…she keeps…” he took in a wracking, shuddering breath, “talking…talking about you!” The last word was spat through a sob, and to their horror he sank into one of the vacant chairs. A member of staff was loitering, obviously waiting to see what would happen.
Elliot signalled with his head, and Kaelan gave him a quick nod. “I’ll just get us a drink; can I get you anything…?”
“Mark,” Kaelan said.
“Can I get you anything, Mark?” The abject man, leaned on the table, his head in his hands and he just about managed to shake his head. Elliot gratefully disappeared inside.
What could he say to this man? How could he make any of this right? “I’m sorry,” it sounded so fucking lame. It was lame.
It had no immediate effect, other than to send make Mark cry more violently. Uncomfortably, Kaelan laid a hand on the wronged man’s arm and noted how thin it was. They sat like that for what seemed like hours, with no sign of Elliot’s return. Eventually, Mark began to calm down and then he shrugged off Kaelan’s hand.
“I am going to lose her, aren’t I?” he sniffled and wiped his face on one of the paper napkins from the utensil cup on the table.
“Not to me,” Kaelan replied, with as much composure as he could muster.
Mark laughed and threw back his head, “maybe not. She said you weren’t answering her calls or messages. But if not you, then she will leave me for someone else. It’s only a matter of time. You know, I wanted to come here and smash your head in with a racquet or something. It’s why I’ve been waiting for you, coming here nearly every day on the off-chance you’d appear…”
Kaelan just watched silently, feeling the man’s pain.
“But…I…ahem… I can’t even do that. You’d probably kill me. I’m not man enough for Paul. I knew she’d figure it out for herself. I just knew it. You’re just a symptom.”
“I wouldn’t blame you for wanting to smack me. I’ll even let you do it, free hit, no returns. I deserve it.”
Mark squinted at him, as if not quite believing what he was hearing, “seriously?”
“Seriously. I should never have gone along with it. To be honest, I’ve got my own problems, I feel as if… well, I realise now, that I was just sharing them around. Does that make sense? I’m not sure it does to me…”
He spoke then about Sophie, how it had all started, how Cilla and Paula had seemed like pieces in a game, how he’d almost turned them into inanimate objects in his desire to get even with his wife. He poured out his shame and anger. He told Mark everything, who sat there and listened as Elliot had done, without any comment. When he was done, he just sighed and awaited a judgement from a very legitimate source.
It didn’t come.
“Do you want her back?” The quiet question stunned him for a moment.
“I…I think so. I do, yes. It’s taken me a while to understand that. I don’t know whether it’s possible now, things have, fuck! they’d gone so far.”
Mark gave him a sad smile, “I think you’ve got a better chance than I have. I’m done, I’ve lost all I ever wanted. Paula was my ideal woman, none of my mates could believe she went for me. They tease me mercilessly. Most of them have tried to pull her at one time or another. I don’t trust now, that some of them haven’t succeeded.”
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