by Jason Lenov
Holy fuck.
The realization of what she was doing exploded inside of me.
She was making him fucking work for it.
I felt my body go rigid in the seat. My fingers hardened into claws that wrapped around the steering wheel, turning my knuckles white again. I stared at Lisa with the eye's of a hawk trying to read into every single expression, every nuance, every twitch of muscle. This wasn't just a friendly conversation anymore.
This was full-on flirt.
He worked hard for it, too. I was guy. I knew what it was about. I could see him twisting the conversation one way, then the other, trying to wring a reaction out of her.
She barely gave him anything. A little more of a smile. A little shrug. Not much, though.
Then, BAM!
Every nerve in my body tensed as I saw her look up into his eyes, her mouth open, her eyes wide. She held his stare like that for a split second before bursting into a raucous laugh. She turned, covering her mouth to look at Amanda.
Amanda just shook her head and rolled her eyes but she was smiling, too. Obviously she enjoyed whatever game was being played next to her.
I looked back at Lisa. She'd turned back to the engineer and was shaking her head, one eyebrow raised. As if she was telling him that he'd said something terribly naughty and she had half a mind to report him to HR.
Not really, though.
What she really looked like was that she was quite enjoying herself in that moment.
The pulse of cold, jealous fear I felt at seeing her then was what I'd been craving the night before as I'd searched her wallet. Except this was worse. Or better. I wasn't sure which. This was real. This was not just some shit that I'd imagined and made up. This was actually my wife getting hit on by another man. And it looked like she might be hitting back.
I looked at the clock.
Fuck. Fuck fucker.
"Fuck!"
I was already going to be late. Again.
And just as I was about to twist the keys to start the car, I looked up to see the three of them walking through the heavy glass doors.
The engineer was in the middle. Lisa and Amanda were on either side of him. He said something. The two of them laughed. It looked like Lisa belonged there now. Like she'd learned the people and some of the ropes and now could swing with the best of them. The latest victim of the machine.
I watched the three of them walk across the parking lot. I heard the "bleepity-bloop" of a car being unlocked.
"Oh God, you've got to be kidding me," I muttered under my breath. I watched the three of them climb into what looked to be a brand new silver Mercedes SUV. A moment later, it peeled out of the parking spot, then swerved out onto the road and roared toward the traffic light in the distance.
My heart was pounding. With each pulse of it I felt the blood rushing through my head. For a split second I thought of following them. I don't know where I found the reason to resist that decision. I would be twenty minutes late coming back from lunch again.
Hayden was probably already hovering above my cubicle, checking his watch.
I turned the keys into the ignition and started to make my way back to work.
Chapter 5
Lisa was home again already when I got there. She was in the kitchen, just like she'd been the day before, sipping a glass of wine.
She was reading a magazine and obviously hadn't heard me come in. I stood in the doorway and watched her for a while. Was it just me or was the way she was holding herself now different too? She looked more...elegant. More confident, even.
"Hey," I said quietly.
She jumped and spun around, almost spilling the glass of wine she was holding. "Holy shit!" she shrieked. "You scared me!"
I didn't react. I didn't say sorry or walk over to her or even acknowledge that I'd freaked her out. I just stood there, staring at her like a psycho.
My whole body was buzzing with a nervous energy. I'd spent the whole afternoon barely getting any work done again and thinking about what I'd seen. It was nothing. I'd seen Lisa go out to lunch with some colleagues from work. That was it. That's what I kept telling myself.
But no matter how much I tried to convince myself that that's all it was, I couldn't shake the feeling, the desire I felt that it be something more.
"What?" she asked.
"What?" I echoed.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" She twisted her mouth into a funny smile and scrunched up her nose.
"Like what?"
She shook her head and arched an eyebrow. "Like you're about to pull out an axe and chop me to pieces?"
This, finally, made me smile. "I'm not. I promise." I set down my backpack and walked into the kitchen, my mind racing.
How was work?
Nah. Not direct enough.
Who'd you go to lunch with?
Nope. She'd know something was up. Why would I ask that?
How's Amanda?
That didn't seem like it would get me anywhere either. All I wanted to do was getting her talking about it. All I wanted to hear was the story of the engineer. How they'd gone for lunch. Maybe had some drinks. How he'd hit on her. How she'd laughed.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
"Did you have a good day?" was what ended up coming out. Not very leading but I could have done worse.
"It was okay," she replied, turning back to her magazine.
"Just okay?"
"Just, you know, okay."
I walked over to the counter, pulled a wine glass out of the cupboard and poured myself a healthy glass. "What do you do there all day anyways?" I said after taking a sip.
"You know," she said, absently flipping a page of the magazine. "Just secretary stuff."
"Hm. Answer phones and stuff?"
She turned and gave me a funny look, like she was annoyed by the question. "Yeah. Secretary stuff."
"Oh." I sauntered over to the kitchen table, pulled out a chair and sat down.
Lisa kept studying the magazine.
"You make any new friends?" I asked after a while.
She looked up.
What was that? What was it in her eyes? Why was her mouth open like that? Was she about to tell a lie? "Um...yeah. One or two."
I felt a thrill pulse through me. Okay. So she wasn't going to lie. She was...maybe she would tell me about him. If I was careful.
"Oh yeah. Like who?"
She furrowed her brow, once again seemingly irritated by my questions. "Um...Amanda. You know. You met her." She leaned closer to the magazine, studying one of the columns on the right hand side advertising a new shade of lipstick.
"Anyone else?"
She drew in a breath. She paused. Possibly contemplating whether to answer. "Um...yeah. There's a few guys in the office that are nice."
Nice? Nice?
"Oh yeah," I said, trying to sound cool. Come on Jack. Whatever. It's no big deal. "Like who?"
She sighed her exasperation and flipped the magazine shut. "Okay," she said, sitting down and staring at me. "What's up?"
"What?!?" I squawked. "I just want to talk!"
She sighed again and looked up at the ceiling. "Okay...there's...shit, I don't know. I forget his name..."
Yeah. Right.
"Greg. Yeah. It's Greg."
Greg. Was Greg the guy?
"Oh, cool. What does Greg do?"
Another icy shiver raced through me as I saw one corner of her mouth twist up. Just for a split second but I had seen it. I knew I had.
"Greg's one of the engineers."
"Oh. Cool."
Yeah. Cool, Jack. Real cool.
"You seem kind of...wound up. Everything alright?" she asked.
"Everything's fine. I'm fine. Everything's alright. Why wouldn't it be alright?"
My cock had started swelling. Not because of my atrocious sleuthing but because it felt like I was getting somewhere. It felt like I was getting closer to hearing Lisa talk about her engineer.
"Yea
h. That's what I mean. You're talking a mile a minute and I feel like I'm on a first date with all the questions. What's up?"
"Nothing. Nothing's up. I'm fine. I'm just...I just want to know how your day was. That's all." I stood up and immediately realized that was the wrong way to play it cool. I wasn't cool. I was burning up inside. My heart was pounding and I just wanted to blurt out what I was thinking.
Are you attracted to Greg?!?
What was more disconcerting was that I wasn't sure what I wanted the answer to be.
Lisa gave me another funny look before setting her wine glass and standing up. She walked over to me, took the wine glass out of my hand and set it down on the counter. Then, the same way she had the day before, reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck.
I tried to still my raging pulse.
"Maybe you need another...relaxation session?" she whispered, biting her lower lip and looking coy.
This served to make me excited. Of course by the offer, but mostly because it was even more out of character for her. Not only had we had sex twice the day before, now she was offering me sex again.
"Wow. Are you ovulating or something?"
There was a moment of awkward silence before Lisa burst out in a loud guffaw.
Jack. What. The. Fuck?!?
"I don't know. Maybe. Does that turn you on?" She leaned closer. "Does it turn you on that you might..." She leaned even closer. So close that I could feel her warm breath on my cheek. "Breed me?" she whispered.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Where had she heard that? This was not like Lisa. To say things like that sober, at six in the evening? Something was up.
Before I could react, she reached a hand down and had it pressed against my crotch. My stiff cock tightened at her touch. She leaned away and her eyes opened wide. "Wow. You are wound up."
"What? What? No! I'm just. I...you're beautiful. What? Sometimes I get horny. What?"
I realized that I was blathering but there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop. And here's the thing. Normally one of these things would have turned her off. Normally if I'd asked her if she's ovulating or been cagey she would have walked away. Gone back to her magazine or something.
But she didn't. She seemed to want it as badly as I did.
"Come on," she said, a sudden urgency in her voice. "Let's go upstairs."
I almost said no. I almost didn't follow her. It all felt...wrong, or weird but not in a bad way. A good wrong way. Whatever that was.
I stood there watching her get undressed in the dying light of day. My cock jumped and flexed in my pants as she slipped her skirt off, then her blazer. Then as she unbuttoned her blouse and unclasped her bra. I just stood there, watching her like she was a stripper performing only for me.
And she let me. She didn't shut the blinds or tell me to turn around or go to the bathroom. She seemed to be enjoying giving the performance as much as I was enjoying watching it.
When she was completely naked and she'd stood there for a while, letting my eyes run up and down her gentle curves, she stepped towards me and started undressing me. She loosened my tie, then pulled it off. Slowly, one by one, she undid the buttons of my shirt. She pushed it off down my back.
Then she sank down in front of me, tugged my belt and button open, pulled my zipper down and pulled my pants and boxers to the ground.
I watched her as she eyed my cock for a few seconds before wrapping her lips around it. Then I was hers, powerless to do anything but succumb to my sexy new wife. After she'd sucked me for a while, she pushed me back until I fell down onto my back on the bed.
I stared down my body and watched as Lisa wrapped a fist around my cock. She had turned and was facing the wall as she lowered herself onto me. I watched her round plum ass move towards my stomach, then felt the first kiss of her soaked snatch on the head of my cock. It made me shudder.
"Like that?" she asked, giggling. She was still holding me with her hand and she ran the head of my cock along the length of her wet slit. Back and forth, back and forth until it was covered in her juice. "Do you like it?" She giggled again. She knew damn well I loved it by how stiff I was. She was just a tease that way.
I stared into the tiny dark eye of her asshole as she brought herself lower over top of me. It had sort of been a fantasy of mine to fuck her in the ass ever since we'd gotten together but she'd never been into it and that was fine.
"I'm gonna put you in my pussy now," she whispered over her shoulder, "is that okay?"
I shook my head, my breathing coming in quick, ragged gasps. "Do it," I whispered. Then, getting into the spirit added "Let me feel that hot pussy all over my cock."
She giggled again. She was leaning most of her weight on one knee on the bed with the other knee up as she lowered herself onto me.
As I felt the head of my cock slip past the lips of her tight cunt, she paused.
"Hold on," she said, lifting herself up. She laughed and kept standing up. "You're gonna like this, I promise. I saw it online." She got up on both feet, positioning her pussy over my throbbing cock.
Online?
What the fuck was she doing watching porn now?
I hardened as I realized what she was going to do. "Oh fuck baby," I whispered, "please yes..."
She leaned forward, supporting herself on both hands as that nice dome of an ass sank towards me again. Pretty soon she was squatting in front of me, teasing my stiff rod with her dripping lips. "Come on. You have to help me get you in or I'm going to lose my balance," she giggled.
I grabbed my cock, straightened it until I felt her soft, wet hole and held it there as she lowered herself onto me. "Oh fuck," I groaned as the tight heat of her pussy clenched my stiff vein. "That's so fucking hot!" I seethed.
Lisa didn't react except to sink lower, until her beautiful ass rested on my pelvis and I felt myself completely up inside her cunt. She squeezed me with her pussy a few times. I could tell she'd been doing her Kegels because her box got so tight I thought it was going to pop my cock off.
I grabbed two handfuls of her fleshy ass and kneaded them. It made me harden inside her.
"Yeah? You like that ass don't you baby?" she asked. Then, slowly, carefully, still squeezing me with her pussy, she lifted herself up from her squat.
I watched the thick trail of clear-white cream that dribbled from her and down my shaft. Lisa always got creamy when she got turned on and I loved seeing it leak out of her pussy. She moved her hips around a little, my cock in just past the glans, then sank back down onto me, her pussy emitting a noisy slurp as it swallowed my cock.
"Holy fuck," I said, still holding onto her ass.
"Oh yeah," she purred as her rose and fell again. Her slow strokes turned into a nice steady rhythm and she started bouncing up and down on top of me, flexing her pussy and making my cock rock hard inside her.
"Fuck," I groaned as I felt the seed start to leave my nuts. "You're so beautiful."
Lisa giggled again and looked back. "You mean all of me, right? Not just the part you're holding?" she teased. At the same time she started riding me a little harder. Her tight pussy was drooling cream all over my shaft now, making slippery sounds as it slid up and down over me.
I watched her ass and thighs flexing as she lifted and fell, lifted and fell. My eyes drifted back to that tiny black hole at the center of her crack. I let my hand drift around her cheek from where I was holding onto her, towards her tight ring. I pushed out my thumb and let it settle on the spot I'd been staring at.
"Hey!" she said, reaching back and giving my hand a playful slap. "None of that!"
That just made me want it more. That just made me want to own her completely, press my thumb into her ass hole, past the knuckle until it was buried inside her filthy back entrance. There was no sense forcing the issue, though. She didn't want it and what she was doing was more than good enough. I felt my sack tighten as my cock got ready to nut.
She felt me harden inside her. "Oooh," she cooed, "is so
mebody getting close?" She turned just enough so I could see her smile, the whole time still riding my shaft.
My jaw tightened and my body went rigid. "Fuck, I'm gonna come!" I groaned.
"Mmm, oh yeah. Give me all that cum! Let me feel you fill me up with cum!" she begged, slopping down hard onto my pole.
Her creamy wetness spilling onto me, the sight of her body bouncing up and down and the way her ass hole squeezed, pushed me over the edge. "Fuck!" I roared as the first pulse of my seed shot through my aching shaft into her tight wetness.
Her body slowed. Her pussy squeezed my cock even tighter. She lifted herself up, pussy muscles draining my hard vein of its spunk. "That's it baby," she whispered, "breed me with your cum."
I roared and shuddered as her curvy body coaxed every last drop of cum through my shaft, up into her filthy puss. I jerked on the bed, trying to shove myself deep into her towards her cervix but I couldn't do much. She was on top of me and in control. She grabbed my shaking legs and held them down on the bed.
I felt spurt after spurt of my hot cum erupting inside her. I felt her squeezing me for more until there was nothing left. I felt the tension leave my cock.
She rode me for a while longer as I watched my mess spill out of her onto my pelvis. As my cock fell out, Lisa lifted herself up and arched her back giving me the perfect view of her messy, desecrated rose. Another trickle of white leaked out and ran down her thigh. She lifted her leg over me, spun around and flopped down next to me on the bed, smiling. "You like?" she whispered, running her fingers through my chest hair.
"Yes," was all I managed to breathe. Of course I liked.
Now how the hell was I going to figure out where all of this was coming from?
Chapter 6
I woke up the next morning to the feeling of Lisa's fingers gliding over my cock. I was already stiff and when I opened my eyes she was staring down at me with a wicked smile. Before I knew what I was doing, I'd pushed her away and propped myself up on my elbows. I looked over her to see the alarm clock. It was quarter to six.