They didn’t even make it to the couch, let alone the bedroom, before he was all over her, pulling her to him, kissing her mouth passionately.
Oh God, she smelled of cigarette smoke. She smelled of sex. She smelled of another man. Of sharp, feminine perfume attempting to cover up that earthy odor of transgression, the musty scent of her juices combined with his, the faint brandy-like hint of cologne from a rival suitor.
Hard evidence that there had been no illusion: Madeleine had made love to another man right in front of her husband’s gaze.
Along with the messed-up make-up, the wrinkled dress, it made Madeleine look so wonderfully sexy, so gloriously insatiable—so powerfully female.
“I need a shower,” she protested, out of breath as a ravenous Hugo hauled up the hem of her dress to find her wearing no underwear whatsoever. Where were her panties? On the other man’s floor?
He kissed her, hands sweeping over the curves of her beautifully round behind, tracing out memories of another man toying with these very same curves, violating them with his touch, his mouth, his cock.
“I’ll help you… undress…” he said of her request for a shower, and he had to admit he was surprised at himself that he wasn’t grossed out by the fact that she’d just had sex with someone else, that she hadn’t cleaned off all lingering traces.
He kissed her neck, running his eager lips down to her upper chest, breathing in that strange scent of perfume mixed with something else—lingering traces of another man’s come.
How was he not completely freaked out by it?
Somehow, it only drove him on into more of a blood-lust, to pull off her blouse, to drag the thin stained material down over her poised cleavage, freeing those bounteous breasts over which a younger man had sprayed his semen.
“It was what you wanted, then?” she asked. “Watching him?”
She curled her fingers around his hard cock, giving him a little affectionate squeeze as though his hardness confirmed his complete enjoyment and acceptance of her adventure across the street.
Hugo almost swallowed her hard nipples, he was so hungry for her.
“It was the most incredible thing I ever saw.”
She pulled him up to kiss his mouth again, and mouthed “I love you” to him. He could see her eyes tearing up, so many emotions jostling inside her.
He smiled warmly, said clearly, “I’ll never stop loving you, honey. Never forget that.”
Pushing his tongue into her mouth, tasting faint traces that were not the usual Madeleine flavor, which only reminded him how Connor had stretched her lips with his huge cock.
“Tell me,” he breathed. “Tell me how it was for you.”
He lifted her skirt and ran his hand gently up her inner thigh, brushing over her pussy, hardly touching her though he felt her immense wetness, the incredible response she’d had to the experience of straying.
“It was absolutely crazy,” she said. “Unbelievable.”
He kissed her again, slipped his tongue in her mouth, tasting the strangeness. Hugo found himself sinking to his knees, needing to worship her, craving some form of adoration in recognition of her incredible courage and wonderful insatiability.
“No…” she moaned quietly as he explored her abdomen, her mound, her upper thighs with his kisses, inhaling the thick scent of her arousal and the pungent aftermath of her infidelity as he brushed his nose over her smooth, gently clammy skin. Her pale flesh showed the signs of being handled by someone else—not actual bruises, but redness here and there, her nipples a little puffy, her pussy flushed and puffy from use. So sexy. So unbelievably sexy.
“I need a shower,” she insisted, tilting up his face to gaze in his eyes.
“Eventually,” he nodded, and saw the shock as his response registered in her eyes—before the shock turned into a ripple of mischievous lust.
He heard her suck in a sharp breath as his kiss arrived at her sex, his hot mouth connecting with her sensitive, tender folds, his nose crushing against her clit.
She even lifted her leg for him, resting her thigh on his shoulder, allowing him access.
“You like it?”
“I can smell him on you,” he said, a whisper of awe as he tasted that complex flavor of her juices, seasoned by the lingering traces of lubrication from the condom another man had worn to penetrate her.
One hand steadying her, clamped to the back of the couch, Madeleine’s other hand now rested on his scalp, gently but firmly pulling him to her, encouraging him, signaling her growing confidence that this was what her husband wanted, to connect with her, engage with her, bathe his senses in her as part of his process of reclaiming her.
“Tell me… tell me what it was like,” he pleaded with her.
She looked down, beaming at him, adoring him, wondering at how she could have ended up with such a man.
“I felt so… powerful,” she said, casually circling her hips to rub herself over his face. “I can’t really explain it. I guess I was making him feel good—but at the same time I knew I had to be driving you totally crazy.”
“You were so beautiful,” Hugo said.
“I was so nervous,” she smiled. “I felt a little sick before it all happened, before I got into it.”
She saw his disappointment as she stopped him, but the hard wooden floor was giving him pins and needles already, and wouldn’t be forgiving on his knees for much longer. Still, he allowed himself to be led through to the bedroom, pushed back on the bed.
“You did enjoy it?” he asked.
“Oh God yes. Such a feeling of power to know that he wanted me, that someone other than my husband—and someone so totally gorgeous—wanted me. And he’s in such great shape—and he got so hard so quickly.”
“That was your doing. Did you talk about the next date?”
“We did.”
Hugo swallowed involuntarily. The next date. Should he, as husband, be regulating her time with this other guy? What if too much time with him in a short period meant she ended up getting hooked? He had to breathe deeply, calm himself down. See it as a positive that this other guy couldn’t get enough of his wife, had to see her again pronto.
“I won’t go if you don’t want me to,” she said, but smiled as she saw him give a slight shake of his head, the nervous exhilaration imprinted in his eyes.
Feeding off that nervous energy, and her own excitement at a repeat visit with Connor, Madeleine climbed onto the bed, crawling up his body like a panther on the prowl.
“Were you jealous, honey?” she asked him, and then kissed him. “I can’t believe you watched.”
He groaned as she kissed him, and he remembered where her mouth had been earlier that evening.
“I was terrified,” he said, his hands sprawling over her butt, trying to get under that skirt. “And turned on like never before.”
She smiled, the smile of an achiever.
Then she shifted one knee further up his body, then the other, and then over his shoulder so that her sex was right there, just inches from his face. He could smell her arousal, and even as she lowered herself, her hot wet flesh touching down on his lips, he was already intoxicated by her.
“You watched me kissing him?” she said, and the jealousy burned in his chest, matching his excitement. “You saw me sucking his cock?”
He nodded under her, but did not break contact with her slippery folds.
“You saw him fucking my face?” she said, now fucking his. “It was so amazing holding that big hard cock. Licking it, tasting it, stuffing it in my mouth—I was so wet.”
Hugo found his hands wandering down to close around the hardness bobbing up from his loins. He was going to have to keep calm if he wanted this to extend.
“He licked my pussy,” she said. “Just like you’re doing now. It felt so good—he wanted to do it, even though he had no reason to.”
“He had every reason to, honey,” Hugo piped up from between her thighs, his face slick with her juices, his voice breathless. “I
could tell from watching. I wished it was me, but it was so hot watching you.”
She smiled, brushed the golden locks out of her face. “I took so long rolling that condom down his cock—I wanted to make sure you had plenty of time to stop me, you know, turn on the lights over here, or text me or something.”
“It was pretty intense.”
His hands gripped her waist, and hers were running up and down his forearms as she writhed on top of him, indulging in the sensation of his face wedged between her thighs.
“Oh I missed this,” she said as at last she sat back, butt touching down between his thighs, her hands gripping her husband’s hard cock. “You know he wasn’t any bigger than you, sweetie. Just different.”
“He looked big.”
“Not compared to you.”
She crouched, then she was up, turning around, onto her hands and knees, presenting her rear to him. It was a good position from which to finally reclaim her, sliding into her without having to make use of a condom—his bare cock filling her, stretching her.
He wasn’t normally a rough man in bed, but this time he had to fuck her, not make love. He had to claim her as his own, plunge into her, force out the gasps of breath, the deep moans as she took it all, bouncing her hips back against him to add to the force of his thrusting.
“Take me, Hugo,” she hissed as he pounded her. “Come in me. Make me yours…”
That first time, it didn’t take long until he was coming inside her, his seed hot and furious and full of power, his victory complete since he did not have to pull out, he could take it to its full conclusion.
*
After that first time, they both drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms, shattered by the experience.
Later, though, Hugo awoke with the most wonderful feeling of warmth in his loins, only to find Madeleine lying between his thighs, stroking his semi-hard cock as she sucked on its tip.
“Hey,” she said, flashing him a brilliant, adoring smile.
“Couldn’t sleep?” he grinned in return.
“Not really,” she said, squeezing the base of his shaft now as he attained full waking hardness. “I guess it was such an unbelievable experience tonight, I just can’t fully wind down.”
Oh, she felt divine. She looked divine in the half light filtering in through the blinds, her full lips stretching around his girth.
He said, “It’s been a big night. It’s something you’ve been dreaming about doing for months—ever since we came to New York.”
“Almost,” she said, giving him a lick, an expression on her face that was almost apologetic. “Is that terrible of me?”
He shook his head. “I like finding out about your fantasies, what you think about that turns you on,” he said. “I just wish I’d had the courage to ask you about it before. Years ago.”
“You like it?”
“It’s pretty hot, knowing what fires you up, honey.”
“This fires me up,” she said, ducking her head down to take as much of his cock inside her as she could. Then she was pulling him back out, licking him, pushing herself up and stroking him against her breasts and her hard nipples. She added, “You know I’d always be happy with this toy alone?”
Hugo chuckled. “I guess so. But isn’t it fun knowing you can play with other toys as well?”
She grinned, sucked on him briefly again, then slipped his shaft between her breasts, something she’d never done before. It was strange, but felt nice—her skin, her cleavage so soft and warm around him.
“And you’re really okay with me… playing with other toys?” she asked him. “With what happened tonight?”
“It was incredible. I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.”
“It didn’t hurt? Seeing me with someone else like that?” Her voice was still cagey, cautious. Ever watchful in case this whole thing blew up in their faces.
“There was a little… well, I wouldn’t call it pain,” he said. “It was pleasurable, you see? Like food that’s really spicy.”
Madeleine grinned, “You think I’m spicy?”
He sat up, pulled her to him, grabbing her waist, kissing her mouth with forceful passion. A mouth that had gone down on another man, and would do so again, but that was still his.
“I think you’re very spicy,” he said. “And you know how bland things can be if you don’t have enough spice.”
He held her, and then he rolled her, and then he was between her legs, hungry for her spice, teasing her lips with little nips and nibbles, slipping his tongue inside her slippery groove, tasting that beautifully smooth shaven pussy that had taken two men that night, two big cocks to stretch it and pound it.
“Oh God…” she breathed as he slipped a finger inside her, but she wanted to ask him more, so she forced herself to avoid being distracted. Asked him: “But you do enjoy that… pain… then? Feeling jealous like that?”
“I suppose so. But it’s more complicated than that—it’s all part of the experience, and the main thing is seeing how beautiful you are, how incredible it is to watch you being sexual. On your own it’s intense enough—but to see you experiencing that powerful sensation of taking a new lover. That was unbelievable.”
“It was pretty intense from my perspective,” Madeleine smiled, and he saw that she was blushing slightly, and it wasn’t simply from his gentle sucking on her clit.
He nudged his chin into her sensitive little button, and said: “It’s been amazing to watch you recognize that guys around you are all crazy for you. Amazing to see you become this confident, sexy seductress.”
She smiled, but said nothing to his complement.
Then he said sharply, “Did you seriously ask Lucy to try to seduce me?”
She gave him an odd look, but then her face relaxed into another smile as she realized what he was talking about.
“That was just a little test,” she said. “Lucy suggested it, actually. She couldn’t really believe this whole thing wasn’t one great manipulation to get me to allow you to sleep around. I guess I didn’t believe it to start with, either.”
“You’re not still worried?”
“I mean, I guess it’s probably a little unreasonable now, isn’t it? Expecting you to be faithful only to me. After what happened.”
“Of course it’s reasonable. I’m being faithful to you because you’re being faithful to me. I’ve told you I like the idea of you playing with other men, maybe even having an affair I don’t know about, although I’d always want you to open up eventually.”
“I suppose.”
“So what would you have done if I’d said yes to Lucy? Called it all off?”
Madeleine looked faintly puzzled at that, as though she hadn’t actually thought through the full ramifications of her fidelity test.
“I think as soon as you said yes to her, Lucy would have shot you down,” she said after a pause. “And if she didn’t… well, I guess at least it’s only Lucy. I could probably forgive you eventually.”
Hugo couldn’t help but laugh at how badly thought out Madeleine’s little test was, but he could appreciate that she had that major concern, that he might want an easy route out of their marriage for some reason, and setting her up for a fall would push blame her way.
“If she’d texted you that I’d gone for it, would you have stopped with Connor?” he asked her.
She thought for a moment. “I’m not sure. I might have. It probably would have been pretty disappointing.”
“Disappointing?”
She nodded. “I guess when I was with Connor, part of the turn-on was knowing you were there watching, and getting off on watching me. Wouldn’t have been the same if I’d known you had other motivations.”
Hugo moved up beside her, continuing to penetrate her with his fingers as he closed in to kiss her mouth again. She was so hot, panting as he coaxed her, so sexy in the low light, her body offering a faint sheen of perspiration, her soft skin glowing with her exertions, her thick, long blonde hair all
wavy and messy, falling from her head like a wild waterfall.
She sucked on his lips, on his tongue, and he was as ever surprised that it seemed to excite her to taste herself on his mouth.
“Does he know?” the question came out as soon as it formed in his head. “Does he know you’re married?”
“Connor? I never took off my ring, even when he was flirting with me in the bookstore,” she said. “He was asking about you last night, actually. I said you were okay about me… you know, spending time with him.”
“You did?”
“I actually think he thought you were an interesting guy because of that.”
Hugo smiled. “You tell him I was watching?”
She shook her head. “I might tell him some time. Might not.”
Hugo rose up on his knees between her thighs now, unable to hold back any longer. He lined up his cock, its tip touching down to her soaking folds, then he speared her, loving how she stretched around him, how her eyes lit up as he slid inside her, filled her.
As he thrust into her, her entire body shook, and she was moaning, gasping, panting.
“Oh yeah… Oh my God…”
He felt that resurgent power inside him, the kind of alpha male sense that was not naturally in him most of the time, but now made him feel like an emperor, owning this beautiful woman before him, taking her, claiming her, asserting his right. Others might worship her, others might please her, others might penetrate her, but only he could be her true love.
After a while, though, she said, “I’m a little tender, honey.” And they settled down into a slower grind, indulging in their connection rather than merely reasserting it.
She said, more than a touch breathless, “So am I forgiven?”
“Forgiven?”
“For cheating on you,” she said with a wicked smile.
Hugo returned her smile. Like that, was it? He said, “I think I’ll forgive you this time.”
“Can you believe I was cheating on you? He put his big dick inside me.”
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