The Need Within Her

by Jason Lenov

  Her knees went a little weak. What the hell was she doing here? What was she doing calling Carter and risking her marriage, this life that they’d built for themselves? She nearly fell to the ground. A deep breath. A shake of her head. “I don’t…I don’t know.”

  Jack didn’t shout. He didn’t push her away and demand what she’d been doing with that man in the house? He didn’t swear or storm off or threaten divorce. He petted her head with his hand. “What do you want?” he asked.

  Another sob chortled up through her throat, one she swallowed back.

  I don’t know!!! she wanted to scream. She looked up into his eyes instead.

  He looked so kind, so understanding. Good old reliable Jack, out to get the job done. Whatever it was. “I’m sorry,” she whimpered.

  “Don’t be,” he said, shaking his head again. “I nearly had a heart attack on the way back home,” he admitted. A smile curled one corner of his mouth. “I thought…I thought maybe you’d…” He smirked and looked down at the ground.

  “Jack I would never,” she said, then realized that, too, was a lie. “What am I doing? What’s going on?”

  “What do you want?” There was that question again. Insistent, demanding, an unstoppable force, one she knew would not relent until she faced the answer herself.

  Emily took a deep breath. She hunched her shoulders, trying to shield herself from what Jack was pushing her toward.

  I want to be happy.

  I want all this to go away.

  I want…

  He seemed to know what she was thinking without her even saying it. “Really, Emily. Just tell me. What do you want?” Spoken with courage. With his chin held high.

  Emily chewed on the inside of her cheek. “I don’t know,” she whispered. “Or…”

  There she was on the very edge of it, staring into the void between them and daring herself to take the plunge. “Why aren’t you at work?” she deflected, looking off to the side.

  Jack put a finger and thumb on her chin and turned her to face him again. “Why him?”

  Something inside Emily snapped. Oh Jack. How could she ever admit to him that…

  The kindness in his eyes melted her heart. Kindness and sincerity and commitment to this thing that they’d built together. There was only one way forward and he was right, it was through the truth.

  She owed him that much.

  Chapter Eight

  Jack knew Emily realized what needed to be done. The change in her expression, in her stature that indicated she understood that this needed to be faced head on. Hiding from it would tear them apart. Together they could conquer this thing.

  It made his throat tight and his chest tighter. It made his heart swell with love for his wife.

  When Emily stepped away from him he fought the urge to pull her back. Together or not, she alone had to face what had blossomed inside her. It killed him to leave her, let her do it herself, but it had to be done.

  “I’m a terrible person,” she whispered.

  “You’re not,” he said with the same conviction he’d used to coach her this far. “You’re not.”

  “It wasn’t Maureen,” she admitted, shaking her head. “He’s the guy.”

  “The guy from the store?” Jack asked, fingernails digging into his palm.

  “That’s the guy.”

  Carter Graves.

  Tough fucker, or so it seemed. Looked a little like he’d had a rough life. Worked with his hands. Fucked with a cock not a penis.

  Jack’s jaw clenched at the thought. Glancing at Emily he saw she needed more help. She was almost there. Just one final nudge… “You thought of that guy? Of…being with that guy?”

  Her lips formed a line as she nodded. Another tear rolled down her cheek.

  Jack swiped it away the same way he had the last one. “Don’t cry,” he said.

  Emily shook her head. “I could never. I’d never…I’ll call him and cancel. I don’t know what got into me, I just…”

  “Yes you do.” Each word was harder to speak than the last. But an understanding had settled over Jack as he stared out the sliding glass door at his wife with the rugged guy. Jack came to realize that this wasn’t an obstacle but an opportunity. This would become the lemonade they made from the big, yellow, lumpy lemons life had handed him. This was his way out.

  Somehow he came to know that only by letting Emily go could he possibly uncover what it was that drove him to the brink of madness when he thought about her with another man. This would be the exorcism that would drive the demon out. A shiver raced down his spine as Emily’s eyes met his. Just one last little nudge…

  “What is it about him that you want?”

  He braced himself for the terrifying rush of adrenaline he was sure would accompany her answer.

  A calm settled on Emily’s expression. The tension eased in her shoulders. She looked at him with sincerity and kindness. “The truth?” she whispered.

  “Nothing but,” he replied.

  She let out a breath. Her eyes fell lower.

  Jack knew she could see the hard bulge of his cock pressing against his trousers. It drove him wild.

  “He’s so…big.”

  The three words tickled him and made him want to scream. “And?” he urged. Not too much. Couldn’t go too fast and scare her.

  “And I’ve never…been with a guy like that.”

  It was like a wrench to the jaw. Because why would Emily want to be with a guy like that? A grimy, dirty…labourer whose deepest thoughts would probably be about booze and sex? What was it that drew women to those kinds of guys? “But you want to,” he said, forcing each word out.

  “I don’t know,” she sighed. The answer was obvious. She was just scared to speak the truth, that was all.

  “Why?” Jack said, breathless. Then, unable to resist, had to coax her a little harder. “Tell me why? Tell me why a woman like you wants a guy like that? He’s…”

  “A blockhead,” she offered.

  “A meathead,” Jack said, then added, “savage.”

  Emily sucked in a sharp breath as her eyes darted to his.

  The air between them crackled as they found the answer together.

  Emily’s lips trembled. She licked them before she spoke. “I want…” she said, then paused.

  “Say it,” Jack ordered.

  “I want…”

  “Say it,” he growled.

  “I want it rough, Jack. Hard and rough.”

  “You want to be fucked.”

  She gasped at the expletive, paused for a moment, then nodded. “I want to be fucked,” she echoed, her voice distant, eyes focused on some point far away.

  For Jack that was enough. Yanking open his belt he jerked down his pants and boxers. His cock sprang out, stiff as a springboard and bouncing as his clothes fell away.

  Emily had no time to react as he grabbed her ass and hoisted her onto the counter. She didn’t fight when he jerked her too-tight shorts down and off her legs. She didn’t push him away when he pressed the hard head of his meat against her gushing sex.

  Jack’s animal crawled out of him, groaning and stretching stiff muscles. He palmed her breast, then his fingers drifted up, past her clavicle, curling around the soft flesh of her neck. He leaned in and nipped at her ear. “You want to be fucked?” he growled.

  The deliciously dank scent of Emily’s eagerness wafted up between them.

  Jack glanced down at her glistening slit and at the bead of precum that had oozed out of the tip of his cock.

  “Fuck me, Jack. Fuck me!” she hissed.

  Jaw clenched he tightened his grip on her neck. Throwing his head back he lunged, thrusting his hips toward her pelvis and spearing her cunt with his shaft.

  Emily warbled. Her arms swung around his back, nails biting through his shirt and into the skin on his back.

  Jack drove his stiff member up into the hottest, tightest part of her dripping cunt until he felt the root at her entrance. “You want to be a li
ttle slut?” he seethed.

  Emily gasped again. She’d never heard Jack talk like that. “I’m…I want to be your little slut,” she admitted.

  His rut began. Driven by the furious lust churning inside him, Jack did not make love to his wife. He fucked her with the raw, unbridled energy that coursed through him. Gripping her shirt, he yanked it up, exposing her bouncing tits to his hungry eyes.

  He reached up, grabbed a breast and kneaded it in his hand.

  Emily moaned. She threw her head back and her hips bucked, matching his rhythm as he stabbed his prick into her tightness. Hot slick drooled out of her, slathering his cock and leaking onto his sack.

  Visions of his sweet little Emily on her back with her feet in the air, Carter between her legs, raced through his mind. It caused his nuts to tighten. He glanced down to watch himself disappearing inside her.

  Emily began to mewl. Her pussy clenched at his cock. She whimpered and her body tensed as she approached her climax.

  Jack closed his eyes. In the darkness of his mind, a vision blossomed. Carter’s muscled back flexing as he lunged into Emily. Emily peering over his shoulder, her lips twisted in a lusty snarl, having succumbed to her temptation and to his. Letting another man inside her. Letting him in bare and unprotected, into the pussy that Jack thought of as his. Carter’s balls drawing up between his legs. His cock flexing, then…

  Emily cried out. Her pussy choked Jack’s cock.

  Jack came with a shout. Grabbing her ass he drove his cock into her with a rough thrust. Her pussy made a sloppy wet noise as she took his cum.

  Together they sailed over the crest of their shared climax, clinging to each other for dear life.

  The heat dissipated as quickly as it had come. Suddenly Jack was painfully aware of what they’d just done. A lewd rehearsal for what now seemed an inevitable performance. He groaned at how much it hurt and how it made his cock lurch inside her.

  “Jack? Jack?” she whispered.

  Jack leaned in and kissed her neck. “Emily,” he whispered back.

  “Are you okay?” she asked.

  “I’m alright.” He staggered back, cock flopping out of Emily and slapping against his thigh.

  Before she had time to cover herself, Jack’s eyes settled on her defiled sex. The lips, normally smooth and tight, were rippled and gaped a bit. A moment later the fruit of his efforts gushed from her closing hole, down her ass crack and puddled in a creamy pool on the counter.

  Emily gasped and began to close her legs.

  Jack, no longer himself, pressed his palms against her thighs to keep them open, hypnotized by the sight.

  “Jack,” she protested, her cheeks flaring red with shame and embarrassment.

  Jack met her gaze with his own before letting his eyes fall to the source of her shame again. The warm protein had begun to coagulate. Not quite knowing why, he dipped a finger into it and scooped up a clump.

  Emily’s mouth fell open, her face twisting slightly in disgust. As Jack reached out and smeared a streak of his essence across her breast he saw the muscles in her pussy tighten. He dipped his finger into the now cold spunk, then lifted his hand, bringing it within inches of Emily’s mouth.

  “What are you doing?” she said, shocked at the depravity of his offering.

  He didn’t reply. Just held his finger there, daring her to taste what had just been inside her.For a moment he thought she’d push him away. Climb off the counter and run upstairs. He didn’t really understand why he was doing it or why he felt it needed to be done. “Are you going to be my little slut?” he growled.

  Emily’s expression changed. Her eyes lit up, the shadow of a smile flirting with the corners of her mouth. She wrapped her hand around his finger and pulled it to her lips. “Is that what you want?” she asked quietly.

  “I want what you want,” he replied.

  She pushed her tongue out of her mouth in the dirtiest way. Tilting her head to one side, she pressed it against Jack’s finger and swiped up, licking his filth off. Then she took his finger into her mouth and sucked, staring at him the whole time.

  A shiver shook through Jack. It was done, whatever it was, this thing they were doing. Somehow he knew there was no going back.

  Chapter Nine

  Emily was a nervous wreck the next morning. While Jack dressed for work she’d tried to make his lunch but couldn’t keep her mind on anything but what was coming. With his lunch packed she paced through the house cleaning a spotless kitchen, then the bathroom. Anything to keep herself busy.

  When Jack came down he didn’t eat. Didn’t drink his usual morning coffee. Just sat in the chair in the living room, staring out the window like a prisoner waiting for his sentence to be handed down.

  Every time she would walk by he’d stare at her. She hated the way he looked. Miserable, it seemed. But the way he looked at her was electrifying. He hadn’t looked at her like that in twenty years. With a lust and hunger she could barely stand. And yet she loved it.

  Something sang inside her at that sort of attention. It made her whole body hum.

  When Emily heard the growl of Carter’s truck pull up outside, she darted down the steps and into the living room. She was wearing the same too-tight, too-short shorts from the day before. A dirty old t-shirt and no bra. Her nipples were stiff and her pussy soaking the pink panties she’d put on that morning. “What are we doing?” she said, standing at the entrance to the living room, one hand on the wall. Her heart was racing in her chest.

  “Come here,” Jack said, reaching out a hand.

  Emily walked over practically on her toes. She took Jack’s hand and let him ease her into his lap. She met his gaze and thought how handsome he looked with that dark stare.

  “Do you want him?” Jack asked.

  She bit her lip. Why was he making her say it over and over? They’d talked almost the whole night. She would have been exhausted if not for the exhilaration rushing through her.

  “Do you want him to fuck you?” Jack said, pressing her to say it again.

  What a strange cocktail of emotions that inspired. Guilt at how she did want him. Shame at how she was even considering betraying her husband. And an almost uncontrollable excitement at how he was pushing her to do just that. “I want us to be happy,” she lied.

  “You know what I want,” Jack said.

  He wanted to hear it. She knew that. “I…I want him to fuck me.” She felt Jack’s stomach muscles tighten when she said it. His cock was rock hard in his lap.

  “Then do it. Let him fuck you,” he said, his jaw clenched.

  Emily’s stomach hollowed. What were they doing? This was crazy. What had started as a silly little…flirt? Was that it? Whatever it was, it had transformed into an ugly monster of a thing. Looking into Jack’s eyes she couldn’t believe she was staring at the man she’d been married to for so long. That he’d kept this a secret from her, or that it was coming out now.

  The doorbell rang.

  Emily jumped in Jack’s laps. Her eyes widened and she gripped his wrist with her fingers. “Jack,” she whispered, breathless. She didn’t know what to say. But she knew by the way he was looking at her that this was his thing as much as it was hers. He was working through something. Something dark. Something he needed to exorcise. But was this really the way to do it?

  The doorbell rang a second time.

  Jack put a hand on her thigh and ever so gently slid her off his lap. He stood up in front of her, his eyes roaming down her body, pausing at her taut nipples, lingering on her lithe legs, before coming up to meet her frightened stare. “This isn’t going to break us, Em. I swear I won’t let it,” he said, his voice so tight it sounded like he could barely breathe.

  She trembled when he let go of her hand. Watching him walk toward the door was overwhelming. Like the distance between the doubled with each step. A part of her wanted to shout at him to stop, to turn around and come back and hold her until Carter went away. They could still do that. It wasn’t too late.r />
  Over in the hall the door swung open letting the hot air and sunlight in. The silence was hot and sticky.

  “Hello Carter,” Jack finally said.

  “Jack,” Carter replied.

  Emily shuffled over to the hallway and peeked out from around the corner. Her breath caught in her chest. Two shapes were silhouetted in the door frame. Carter Graves and behind him another younger, rougher looking guy.

  Carter jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “This is Diego,” he said.

  Jack nodded at the the Latino-looking guy. “Diego,” he said. “Come on in.”

  The two men tromped in, their heavy work boots leaving dusty footprints on the pristine white tile in the hallway.

  Diego’s eyes darted to Emily. Their gazes met and he didn’t flinch, just stared at her with the same hungry look Carter had given her in the store.

  She resisted the urge to disappear behind the wall. It was strong but his attention was like a magnet, pulling her out, straightening her back, pushing her chest out, until she was standing in the hallway with the three of them, her barely covered body on display for Carter and his hired hand.

  “Didn’t expect to see you here,” Carter said to Jack.

  “Didn’t expect to be here,” Jack replied.

  A shiver raced down Emily’s spine at how stoic Jack was being. Not his usual friendly self, he was trying on some new demeanour. Tough.

  She liked it. She’d never seen it in him.

  “Have second thoughts about the job?” Carter asked.

  Jack reached into the seat pocket of his jeans and pulled out the cheque he’d written earlier that morning. “Two and a half thousand,” he said, handing it to Carter.

  Emily bristled at the exchange. Not because they were spending the money. She didn’t care about that anymore. But it was a dirty transaction now, one that had little to do with landscaping. She couldn’t quell the idea that Jack was paying for something for more lascivious.

  Carter eyed the cheque, then tucked it into his shirt pocket. He glanced at Diego and jerked his head toward the door. “Start unloading. Bring the excavator out back,” he grunted.

  Diego turned and headed toward the door. As he stepped over the threshold he shot Emily one last look over his shoulder. May as well have licked his lips, the way he looked at her.