by J. M. Witt
“Have you asked him?”
He just shook his head. “No.”
“Maybe you should.”
“I’m not sure I really want to know. Validation isn’t necessarily a good thing.”
“I get that. I know that my parents had affairs, or at least they both accused each other of it. For me it’s simple, if you’re not getting what you need, crave, and desire at home, you’re going to find it somewhere else.” He nodded his agreement. “I’m not saying its right, but it is what it is.”
“It’s almost impossible to find one person to meet all your needs, especially when most of us get married so young. We’re still discovering ourselves and odds are if you do find that person to meet all those carnal needs, as well as others, it happens later in life.”
Everything he said made sense. It wasn’t pretty or accepted by society, but it was the truth. When I got married I had no idea that the cravings and needs I now had would come to be. And I certainly didn’t know that Todd wouldn’t be open to exploring them.
“I wanted to tell you that you have my complete trust.” I looked to his face as his eyes narrowed on mine, like he wondered where I was going with this. “Given the circumstances, you could’ve ceased all contact with me once I revealed that we live in the same town. Had you been lying about anything detrimental, well, we wouldn’t be sitting here now.” He just stared at me as I nodded, “Thank you.”
He just shrugged and added, “I still can’t get over the odds of it all.”
Smiling, I agreed. “It’s a small, small world.”
We sat quiet for a moment before he asked, “So, what are you looking for?”
That was a loaded question and brought me back to the present. Sighing, I was honest with him. “I’m not looking to break up anyone’s marriage. I guess what I feel guilty about is that I don’t feel guilty.”
“I get that. It’s a process that took me a long time to grasp.”
“I have needs, desires, and right now he’s not willing to go there with me.”
“I want us to agree to a few things.” I nodded. “Don’t disappear on me. If things need to end, we do it like adults. I’ve had a couple just vanish on me and I have no idea what happened to them.”
“No, I agree and appreciate that. I’m a big girl. Just be honest.”
“Do you have a safe word?”
Smiling, “Yes.”
“What is it?”
“You’ll laugh.”
Shaking his head and smiling, he persisted, “I still need to know. What is it?”
“Unicorn.”
Laughing, “Ok. Unicorn it is.” He took a deep breath. “And no falling in love. If either of us starts falling, we need to walk away.”
“Agree. I’m not looking to fall in love.”
He quietly observed me for a moment and nodded his head. His hand stretched out across the back of the bench toward me. “So, what do you need from me today?”
Such a simple question and I became completely tongue-tied. “I, umm...”
I wasn’t trying to play coy, but I felt like an idiot. What did I need from him? I didn’t have a fucking clue. Where did we go next? He had yet to touch me, which I respected. The conversation flowed between us with ease, but was there physical chemistry? Would I recoil if he touched me? I didn’t know, I had no idea, and I sure as hell wasn’t about to make the first move.
As if he sensed my wariness, his hand reached out and grasped me just above my knee. Jesus, fuck! The heat of his hand seared me and I immediately had a puddle in my panties. If I was struggling with words before, they were impossible now.
He repeated his question, his stern voice catching my attention, “What do you need from me? We’re running out of time.”
“Umm,” looking around, we weren’t anywhere that would give us shelter from prying eyes. “I’m so new to this...” I reached my hand out and ran my fingers over his forearm as he gently massaged my leg.
“Your body language is telling me you’re comfortable.”
“I am.”
“You open to a sample?” Dumbstruck, I nodded as he directed, “Follow me.”
Like a fucking giddy kid headed to the candy store, I jumped off the bench and gathered my things. We got in our separate vehicles and I followed him back toward our side of town. Driving down back roads I wasn’t entirely familiar with, my heart wouldn’t stop pounding as I followed him. After a few minutes, we finally found a secluded spot where no one seemed to be at.
I parked and waited as he cleared some things from the back seat of his quad cab. “Come here.”
Holy shit. Here we go. He was chewing gum and I took that as a good sign. He moved into the back seat and I climbed in with him. Closing the door behind me, he then sat down in the middle of the bench, his minty breath filling the small space between us, and pulled me over his knee with ease.
Rubbing light circles over my back and legs, his deep voice soothed my fears. “Relax. Just over the clothes. Should be enough to give you a taste of what’s to come.”
“Oh, ok.” My body was tense, my confidence wavering.
He continued to run his hands over my clothes and I began to relax against him; his thigh was under my ribcage and I was well aware my jean clad ass was at his disposal. I’d seen the small paddle on the seat when I climbed in and wasn’t concerned in the least. That was a mistake!
Music played softly in the background and as I tried to figure out what song it was, the first smack of his hand came down on my ass and he didn’t stop there.
I felt myself slip away straightaway, the tension rolling off my shoulders in waves. The only sound I could hear was his hand whacking my ass. Yes, this is what I’ve been craving. Nothing else existed in that moment except us.
“Meredith?”
How long had he been saying my name? Shit! Barely lifting my head, I responded groggily, “What, yes?”
“How’s that feel?”
Sighing, I confessed, “Good, really good.”
I didn’t try to get up as he ran soothing circles over my butt once more and started in with that small paddle. He was relentless and I loved every second of it. And holy shit did that little paddle hold a punch. Adrenaline was pumping through me, yet I was eerily calm.
“Come here.” The spanking ceased as he helped me to my knees. Staring into my eyes, he scanned them carefully and smiled. “Jesus. You’re already in another place.”
I didn’t know what to say because I wasn’t entirely sure what he meant. The only thing I could feel was the sting on my ass and the feel of his hands holding me. Cupping my face, he whispered something I didn’t quite catch and ran his hands to the back of my head. My head lobbed to the side as my eyes closed. I was complete putty.
“I have to see.” My eyes popped open as he asked, “Can I?”
“Yes.” I didn’t even know exactly what he was asking and I didn’t care. The answer would still be ‘yes’.
He unbuttoned my pants and pushed them down my hips before draping me back across his lap. I buried my face in the seat as his hands moved over me once again. One hand reached under me and squeezed my breast through my shirt as the other moved over the back of my panties. I wanted his hands on every part of me. Gently, he pulled my panties down and moved his hands over my new marks that I was eager to see. I didn’t have any idea what they’d look like, but I wanted more.
He paddled me some more and teased me. Almost as if he was unsure, his finger ever so lightly traced down the crease of my ass and over my folds.
“You’re soaked.”
Tell me something I don’t know, Einstein. And I knew he could tell more from seeing than touching. I was slightly embarrassed at his telling of my body’s confession, but it just fueled my desire.
I moaned, wanting more, needing more, and then just as quick he pulled me back to my knees. Unable to control myself I grabbed his face and pressed my lips to his. He indulged me for a moment and then separated us. I felt like an id
iot. Maybe I shouldn’t have kissed him? I’d never been so aggressive before. He pulled my underwear and pants back up and helped situate me.
“Come on. Time to get back to our regular lives.” He opened the door and I climbed down. He walked me to my SUV and kissed me quickly. “I’ll talk to you soon.” That big grin was back on his face and he smacked my ass before I climbed into the driver’s seat.
Smiling, I nodded and said, “Ok. Talk soon.”
I pulled away with a smile plastered on my face. All the King’s Horses by of Karmina came on the radio. The words were like another smack on the ass. What just happened had really happened and I was floating on a crazy high.
I got home with some time to spare before I needed to pick up the kids at the bus stop. Running to the bathroom, I dropped my pants and examined my ass. My breath caught as I traced the barrage of red and purple welts. Squeezing gently, my clit pulsed as the pain seared me, and I smiled. I pulled my pants back up and left the bathroom. Before I went to get the kids, my phone chimed to a new email.
TO: [email protected]
4:17 PM
Subject: Re: Bedtime
Glad we finally got to meet! Sorry we had to be brief. Talk later! :)
I wasn’t sure a four hour lunch was considered brief, but I’d play along with it. I didn’t respond until later when I got home.
TO: [email protected]
4:47 PM
Subject: Re: Bedtime
Me too. It’s refreshing to be so candid with someone. I’m a fucking horny mess after that spanking. I’ll be around later tonight. I know you have a packed schedule today. Talk soon.
Chapter Seven
BLUE EYES BLIND
THE REST OF MY EVENING went as it usually did. Homework, dinner, bathing kids, and putting them to bed. Todd even made a comment that caught me a little off guard since I thought he was being his typical self, aloof and paying me no mind.
“You’re glowing. Looks like you got some sun today.” It was an unexpected compliment.
My stomach dropped, like a bowling ball was placed in it. “Yes. I went for a run and forgot the sunscreen.” What I really wanted to say was, ‘Thanks. After a proper spanking from Sir I should be glowing.’ But I refrained, though I’m sure the expression that would’ve appeared would have been priceless.
Later that night after falling asleep on the couch for a few, I couldn’t contain my horniness and decided to cozy up to Todd in bed. Leaning in his ear, I whispered, “Get me off, please. I’ll be quick.”
And I was. He didn’t hesitate in my request to just finger me. I mean, I was making it incredibly easy for him. It was what it was and I didn’t even have to remove my clothes. I just wanted, no needed, to get off. I know how that sounds, but I wasn’t the first woman—or man—to do it and I wouldn’t be the last. One man had made me incredibly horny and the other was available to ease it. I had to take advantage; Todd wasn’t always willing to get close to me anymore.
After that and since I’d gotten a nap on the couch, I couldn’t sleep so I headed to my office. I sat there daydreaming about Gregor and our time together that day. Blue Eyes Blind by ZZ Ward was on repeat as I thought about his blue eyes, so different from my own.
Around midnight as I was getting ready to shut down for the night, I got a response from Gregor.
TO: [email protected]
11:56 PM
Subject: Re: Bedtime
Ahhh – love reading about a horny mess... :) Tell me more. In explicit detail.
Ended up being a late night. Still not finished with work. I finally got pissed and shut it down.
I forgot that I volunteered for a field trip tomorrow so I won’t be around. Then we’re attending an end of summer party Saturday so I probably won’t have a lot of time during the day.
We hadn’t discussed seeing each other again, but clearly he was thinking about it. I took that as a good sign as I started typing my reply.
TO: [email protected]
12:04 AM
Subject: Re: Bedtime
Yes. I fell asleep on the couch after putting the kids in bed and woke close to ten. That never happens. I’m sporting a wicked sunburn, which is my own fault. I know better.
I drove home in a fog and floated on that high for several hours, panties clinging to me. I’m still throbbing and wet and I made (maybe that’s a strong word...lol) my hubby get me off. I couldn’t help but think about how you’d do it. I want more...
I’m sitting here wondering what you thought, if I got you as excited as you got me... So much better when someone has walked inside your head and understands little intricacies I’m still learning about myself.
I’m about to pass out, but will talk soon.
As I crawled into bed, another email popped up on my phone.
TO: [email protected]
12:07 AM
Subject: Re: Bedtime
I assumed you felt my erection while bent over my knee... :)
TO: [email protected]
12:09 AM
Subject: Re: Bedtime
You seemed pretty happy. I may have been in a lil bubble of my own. I think a gun could’ve gone off and I may not have blinked. I promise I’m more attentive when time allows...
TO: [email protected]
12:11 AM
Subject: Re: Bedtime
You were just fine... :)
It certainly wasn’t conducive to expansive play but I knew how much you needed to just feel the intensity and I wanted you to at least have that...
I was never going to get to sleep. I started my reply.
TO: [email protected]
12:14 AM
Subject: Re: Bedtime
Thank you. I just, yeah, wow. And I know that’s just the tip of the iceberg. Feeling myself slip away in your lap, to another place, was definitely intense.
TO: [email protected]
12:16 AM
Subject: Re: Bedtime
I assume it was very dark in the room when you made him take you...? You were definitely marked.
Giggling quietly, as to not wake Todd, I let my fingers swipe away on my phone.
TO: [email protected]
12:18 AM
Subject: Re: Bedtime
Lol. I requested a fingering and left my pajamas on. I’m most certainly marked!
I made myself put the phone down. I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face, ass throbbing pleasantly, and it only intensified the more I thought about it. What had I gotten myself into? I thought about it and didn’t care. I was at a point where I didn’t want to have regrets. Now that I’d had a small taste, I was ready for the buffet. I wanted to experience all of it NOW.
When I woke a few hours later, my sunburn the only pain I felt, I couldn’t resist the temptation to check my phone. I set it on the bathroom counter as I applied some burn cream to my sunburn. He’d responded right after my latest email and I pressed my lips together as I waited for the email to load.
TO: [email protected]
12:25 AM
Subject: Re: Bedtime
You needed a good tongue lashing afterwards...
I was wondering what you tasted like. And how much was running down your leg. And what thoughts would be dancing around your head tomorrow as you struggled to sit still.
TO: [email protected]
3:28 AM
Subject: Re: Bedtime
Sitting still isn’t too difficult cuz I just go back to the truck and relive it every time...
I’m told I’m pretty sweet...
I knew that I was blushing at my brazenness and didn’t care. He enjoyed it and I liked this side of myself, where I didn’t have to worry about being judged for speaking my mind, dirty or not.
Setting the phone down on my nightstand, I climbed back into bed, rolled to my side and ran my hands over my ass cheeks. I could feel where the skin was still raised and taut from his paddle and closed
my eyes, reveling in the slight discomfort.
Stretching out in bed a few hours later, I turned my alarm off and picked up my phone. Whoa! It was an incredibly long email, longer than any he’d sent before. In a split second I wondered what it could possibly be about. Me, his wife, work, family life... They were all possibilities. Then I wondered what his wife really knew, if anything. Pushing the thought aside, nerves rattled me as I began to scan the email.
Wow. He’d opened up a whole new part of his world to me, his work world, in greater detail. I felt honored that he was comfortable enough to speak to me about it. He was struggling with things at work and so was the company.
Paragraph after paragraph greeted me as I scrolled through it on my phone. He was definitely a rare breed based on what he was telling me about with his work experience, customers, etc. I had some time before the kids would be up and getting ready for school so I headed to my laptop. After I read it a second time, I started my reply.
TO: [email protected]
7:17 AM
Subject: Re: Bedtime
I think I understand the work/customer thing. My husband really struggled leaving his former employer because he was the one that many customers insisted on having on their projects since they knew he’d take care of it. He has a very diplomatic, no bullshit side to him which is typically respected in ANY industry.
You seem to be another rare breed (clearly). I hope that things work out in a positive way for you, I’m sure they will. You didn’t get where you are today without doing a few things right!
I was up applying some burn cream to my sunburn. It’s helping.
And, my brain was whirling, going to naughty places. It’s very rare for me to get 6hr or even 4hr straight of sleep. My brain is always on and it’s hard for me to unplug. I’ve been toying with a storyline and writing my own book for several months and this field research is taking me there. Now, don’t think that’s why I’m pursuing this. I’m not. This is for me. If it rubs off in my writing, that’s just a bonus!