by Lexi Archer
As though summoned by those thoughts Danielle appeared from down the hall looking incredible in her barely-there pajamas. I arched an eyebrow as she walked into the room, trying to imagine what was going through her head as she took in the scene. Her eyes went from my face bathed in the glow of my laptop monitor to my hand which was still resting on my cock, whoops, and finally came to rest on her phone sitting on the coffee table adding its own small glow to that of the laptop.
Dani's eyebrows shot up and then down as her eyes narrowed.
"Is that my phone? Did you steal my fucking phone?"
This was it. The explosion I'd feared the entire night. And I didn't care. I had what I needed. I had her right where I wanted her. The only problem was I wasn't sure exactly what it was I wanted from her. Sure she was obviously carrying on with this guy, but I was more turned on than angry even though there was a tinge of righteous jealousy trickling its way through the surge of emotions that was threatening to carry me away as I sat stone-faced in front of my wife letting the tide of her own angry emotions crash over me.
Yeah, she might be mad, but her anger was nothing compared to the cold fury that was starting to get a slight edge over my cock.
"This is your phone, yes," I said. I unplugged it from my laptop and held it up.
"What the fuck Ryan? Why do you have my phone?"
I felt heat rising as that cold fury started to warm. I felt lightheaded as I thought about her letting that guy run his hands all over her body, though part of that lightheadedness might be the blood seemingly draining from every other part of my body to fill my throbbing cock to the breaking point. I felt angry, though my cock was very close to wresting back total control of the situation.
"Why do you think I have your phone?"
"You jealous asshole!"
"Yeah? What if I have something to be jealous about?
That shut her up. Those beautiful green eyes darted from the phone to my computer. I could see the wheels turning in her head. What did I know? What could I possibly know? She was so good at covering her tracks. The brief hesitation was gone replaced by anger. Yeah, there was no way I could possibly know what was going on and she was going to let me have it.
Yeah, like hell I was going to let that happen.
"You suspicious prick."
"Again, what if I have something to be suspicious about?"
"Give me my phone Ryan."
"You want your phone? Here, take it."
I held her precious phone up, the thing she'd had her nose buried in for the past two months, the device used to send those pictures to that asshole and carry on those conversations, the little hunk of plastic I'd learned to loathe, and it went flying across the room. It slammed into the wall with a satisfying thunk but surprisingly it didn't shatter, instead falling to the ground with the screen turned on.
"What the fuck Ryan?" Dani shouted. She took a step towards me.
"Yeah, what the fuck is right Dani."
I reached down and turned the laptop around. She stopped in the middle of her next step as she looked down at the screen that had her supposedly deleted texts on one side and the shot of her holding her phone up with her tits displayed to the mirror and her hands down her pants in the other.
Dani took a step back. "How did you?"
I stood and followed her in her retreat across the living room. "I'm not an idiot. I see you with your nose buried in that thing all the time."
"How's that any different from you having your nose buried in that damn laptop all the time?"
This time I advanced and she retreated. I smiled.
"Y'know Dani, that might've been a fair question before I found out you were using your phone to bang some other guy. I was just using my laptop to play video games. Sort of an apples to oranges situation if you ask me."
Dani took another step back and came to an abrupt halt against the living room wall. Her head bowed, her cute little chin coming to rest just above the rapidly rising and falling swell of her tits that were barely contained by the thin silky material of her pajama top. I could make out the outline of her nipples against that silk. That was an interesting reaction to being caught.
Dani spoke barely above a whisper.
"I didn't fuck him."
I reached the wall and placed my hands to either side of her head. Tears glistened in the corners of her eyes and I wanted nothing more than to lean down and kiss them away the way I had so many times before when she was upset, but I couldn't this time. Not yet. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, her barely covered tits rising and falling more rapidly as I leaned closer though I couldn't tell if that was fear of being cornered or arousal, her nipples straining against the soft silk material of her pajama top as they rose and fell with each rapid breath and I felt their rock hard tips brushing against my own bare chest as I brushed against her. My eyes moved down her flat stomach to the gentle sloping V leading to those impossibly short shorts that didn't cover her ass and barely covered her pussy.
I pressed my cock against her pussy and was rewarded with a slight intake of breath from Dani. Oh yes, she knew what that was. I luxuriated in the warmth radiating out from her pussy and onto the tip of my cock as I rubbed the head back and forth against her slit through those thin pajama bottoms and her panties.
"What did you say?"
"I said I didn't fuck him." Her breathing was deeper now and I saw the expression in her eyes subtly change from tears to something else. Questioning? Anticipation?
"What about the elevator?"
This time I did smile as her eyes widened and her mouth worked back and forth silently while she searched for words. Oh yes, I knew everything, but that wasn't enough. I was going to hear the truth directly from her rather than by sneaking around in a digital playground.
Dani looked off to the side so that she wasn't meeting my eyes. I cupped her chin in my hand and pulled her back so that our eyes were locked together again.
"It started in my cubicle," she said, still barely above a whisper.
"Your cubicle?"
"He was always coming by my cubicle to chat. I didn't think anything of it until the day I wore that purple dress, you know the one."
I certainly knew the dress she was talking about. That was one of my favorite dresses in her work wardrobe, and I was pretty sure that Asshole would like that dress for the exact same reasons I loved it so much. It was made of a filmy material that molded itself to her body while still covering just enough to make it a reasonable work outfit. The top swooped down in a slight V that exposed just enough of her cleavage that I got a raging hard-on every time I saw her putting it on in the morning and there was at least one occasion when we'd both gotten to work late when I saw her shrugging it on. Usually she wore something else over her shoulders so the top wasn't completely indecent, but I was always sure she was the most popular girl in the office amongst the heterosexual male demographic on days she wore that thing.
And now that she was telling her little story it turns out my suspicions were true all along. I was surprised to realize that maybe, just maybe, part of the reason why I loved that dress so much was exactly because I knew that it would drive every guy in her office wild. And now that I knew it definitely had that effect it was definitely having an effect on me.
I leaned in closer so that my mouth was against her ear and continued grinding my cock slowly back and forth against her pussy. I felt her press down against my cock, ever so slightly meeting my thrust with one of her own.
"Yeah? What about that dress?"
"Nick was standing at my cubicle talking and I had to lean down to grab a file. That stupid dress is always falling open when I lean down, I only wore it because you like it so much, but when I looked up I saw him staring and I knew."
I felt the tiniest hint of moisture rubbing against the tip of my cock but couldn't tell if it was her soaking through her pajama bottoms or precum soaking through my boxers.
"You knew what?"
"That he was
staring down my dress at my tits. That was why he was always hanging around my cubicle anyways."
Now that was surprising. Dani was always playing the naive innocent with me. So she always knew he was staring at he like that did she?
"Of course he was. You're so fucking hot."
I placed a hand on her tit and massaged it through her pajama top as I ran a finger along the tip of her nipple in a practiced move that always got a response out of her. Tonight was no exception as she ground her pussy against my cockhead and let out a small gasp. Words spilled out of her as her ass and hips started moving in a practiced dance grinding her pussy against my cock with more and more force. I kissed down her neck and let the words wash over me, each one turning me on more and more as my pretty little wife gushed about how Asshole's attention turned her on.
"And all the girls at the office are always going on about how hot he is and here he was staring at me like he wanted to rip my clothes off and fuck me right there in the cubicle and I got a little thrill from it."
I pulled back from kissing along her neck and looked into her eyes. She returned the look, but all the worry had disappeared from her face. Instead she was smiling up at me. I guess it was pretty obvious by my reactions just how much this all was turning me on.
And I didn't care if she knew.
"More of a thrill than you get from your husband?"
She at least had the good grace to avert her eyes at that question. She spoke quietly.
"Not more. Just different."
I pulled my cock back so that it wasn't running along her slit anymore. Her lip jutted out in a slight put but she let out a little squeal a moment later when fingers replaced my cock. Yeah, it was definitely wetness flowing from her pussy and soaking through her pajama bottoms that was causing that dampness I felt rubbing against the head of my cock a moment ago. I ran a finger up and down her slit through those silk bottoms while my thumb idly traced a circle around her clit in a motion that I knew would ramp her up.
"So what did you do?" I asked.
"I," she let out a small gasp as my finger grazed a particularly sensitive spot. "I started having more little 'wardrobe malfunctions' whenever he stopped by my cubicle."
Dani reached out and grabbed my chin pulling it so that she was looking straight into my eyes.
"I promise that's all I ever thought it would be. Just him stopping by my cubicle and me giving both of us a little thrill."
"What about the elevator?"
I moved my hand up and ran it along her taut stomach that was rising and falling rapidly in time with her quick breaths. I slipped my fingers past the band of her panties and inched down to provide more direct stimulation. I was astonished at how slick it was as my fingers pressed in between the steaming folds of her lips and her pussy molded its warmth around them pulling me in deeper. She hadn't been this turned on in months. Though admittedly when we did have sex we usually skipped over this part, which I was starting to think was a mistake. I stared into her eyes as I took the time to explore her depths with my fingers in a way that I hadn't in a long while.
"We were going to lunch," she said.
"Just the two of you?" She let out another gasp as I punctuated that with a quick grazing of her clit.
"Yes!"
I was pretty sure that was a combination answer to the question and commentary on what I was doing with my fingers. No matter how I took the answer it made my cock strain even harder at the edge of my boxers to the point that it was almost painful the way the blood coursed through my cock straining for my wife.
But I wasn't ready for that release yet even though Dani felt more than ready. I wanted to hear the rest of this. No. The throbbing and pulsing that was running from my cock to the rest of my body filling me with an aroused heat like nothing I'd ever felt before in my life even in the grips of the worst fever told me I needed to hear the rest of her story.
"What did he do?"
"Our office is close to the ground floor and the restaurant is on the top floor."
I interrupted her by brushing my lips against hers. Dani let out an appreciative little purr and wrapped her arm around my neck, opening her mouth anticipating more. I felt her tongue dance along the edge of my lips waiting for my own to join with her but no. I brushed her lips and pulled back, moving my lips along the edge of her jaw until I was sucking on the tender skin at the nape of her neck. She loved that, and sure enough I was rewarded as her knees buckled slightly under my fingers pressing deep inside her while my thumb kept her clit on a steady hum.
"As we went up in the building more people kept getting in and we had to press closer and closer together in the back of the elevator. I backed against him and felt his cock pressing against my ass."
"What did you do?"
Dani threw her head back and suppressed a gasp as my tongue traced across a particularly sensitive spot that was a favorite for both of us.
"I pressed against him. And," another gasp. "And I think that encouraged him because the next thing I know he was reaching around and grabbing my tits through my shirt."
Dani let out a disappointed whimper as I pulled my hand out from between her legs and out of her pajama bottoms. That whimper turned to a wide-eyed gasp of surprise when I grabbed the top of her hot pink tank top and ripped it straight down the middle sending her magnificent breasts spilling out pressing towards him with a cute little bounce that drove me wild every time I saw them break free from the confines of whatever she was wearing. Those perfect globes standing there in defiance of gravity with those perfect little pink nipples begged to be touched. I moved my hands up and cupped her breasts, wondering if this Nick asshole felt the same surge of lust when he finally got his hands on her tits after lusting after her for so long.
"He grabbed these tits?"
"Yes!"
"But only through your shirt?"
"In the elevator, yeah."
"In the elevator? Did he feel up your tits like this?" I leaned down and gave one of her nipples a lick reveling in the sensation of her smooth skin and the way its texture and taste changed as my tongue moved from breast to nipple and back. Dani's back arched giving me better access to her chest.
"No," she gasped. "He didn't get to pull my shirt off in the elevator."
Everything was too much for me. I felt lightheaded. Part of me wanted to track down this asshole right away and beat the ever loving shit out of him for feeling up my wife. Part of me wanted to march down to an attorney and start drawing up papers right then and there. But by far the largest part of those warring emotions needed to fuck Dani. That was still just mine, though a confused part of me was disappointed.
Really? I was disappointed that this guy hadn't fucked my wife?
Whatever. I could sort all that out later.
4: New Obsession
Dani squealed in delighted surprise as grasped that perfect ass and lifted her up until her pussy was pressing against my cock. She wrapped her legs around me clawing at my back and peppering my face and neck with soft wet little kisses. I was overwhelmed by the mixture of scents that was my wife hit my nose. Her shampoo, lotion, the barest hint of her perfume from the day, and above it all the sweet smell of her arousal. Dani pressed down against my cock, the tatters of her tank top flying back and forth as I sprinted to the bedroom and tossed her down on the bed causing the springs to squeak in protest.
Dani writhed on the sheets letting out soft little moans and squeezing her legs together as I leapt and joined her. Bed springs squeaked again as I landed next to Dani. I took her head in my hands and leaned in for a long, deep, passionate kiss. Tongues dueled back and forth and I felt Dani's hand moving down my abs and grasping my cock through my boxers.
Deft fingers that knew exactly what I needed after years of experience traced a line with her nails before sliding along the head and gripping the shaft for a couple of quick thrusting motions. I let out a loud groan that mixed with Dani's own little mewling moans where our mouths came together as
her hand slipped inside my boxers and gripped my dick for the first time in months.
Hell, it was everything I could do not to explode all over her hand right at that moment, but no. We were just getting started.
I gripped her wrist and pulled her hand off my cock as I pulled back from the kiss. Confused green eyes looked up into my own but I didn't respond. Instead I kept moving her hand up until it was held over her head, then did the same with her other hand as I rolled on top. Dani looked up at me biting her lip and then leaned up to try and kiss me but I backed away. Her back arched thrusting her breasts up until the points of her little pink nipples barely brushed against my own chest in a move that she knew drove me wild, but I wasn't falling for it this time.
Though I was more than willing to take advantage of those gorgeous treasures if she was presenting them to me. I was a thirsty man who'd been walking in the desert for months and I was going to drink deeply. I leaned down and swirled my tongue around one a nipple, sucking it in and just barely grazing it with my teeth just the way she liked it. A low moan escaped her lips that turned into a cute little laugh as I kissed my way down the underside of her tit and along her stomach.
I released her wrists and her hands went to my head as I moved lower and lower. I moved my hands to cup her breasts and trace circles around her nipples in time with the trail of kisses I was leaving along her white hot toned and tanned skin.
Dani's stomach arched underneath me as those kisses ran lower on her stomach. Then to her pussy. Those cute little gasps punctuating each kiss turned into a long moan of anticipation as my lips reached her pajama bottoms and I ran my tongue up her slit adding to the already considerable wetness down there, but even that wasn't my ultimate goal.
I looped fingers around her waistband and panties and pulled down. Dani pressed her hips up to give me easier access as I peeled them off her ass, pulled them down her legs, and tossed them to the other side of the bedroom.