by Jason Lenov
Carter waited until the door closed behind him again. He looked at Emily, eyes roving down her pretty frame, then turned to face Jack again. “I don’t like games,” he said.
Jack furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?” he asked.
“Somehow I feel like I’m being played,” Carter said, glancing at Emily again. He seemed irate.
This is where Jack normally would have caved. Put on a smile, made a joke, tried to ease the tension between them. Jack didn’t. He played it like a man. “Weren’t you going to fuck my wife?” he said.
Emily gasped at what he’d said. Just yesterday she’d been standing on the patio, toying with the idea of letting Carter…fuck her, as Jack insisted she call it. Now here they were, Jack saying just that to the man she’d contemplated cheating on him with.
Carter raised an eyebrow. Didn’t budge. Showed no sign of being scared, even though he’d just been confronted with what his intention had been. And by the man he’d meant to make a cuckold.
The taboo of it all made something sizzle inside Emily.
A smile cracked on one corner of Carter’s lips. “I guess you’re not here put a stop to it then?” he asked.
“What makes you think that?” Jack said.
Carter shrugged. “You seem like a guy who knows what he wants.”
This, of all things, caused Jack to pause. Ruffled his calm but only for a moment. “How long’s it going to take to finish the job?” he asked.
“Couple days. Maybe three.”
Jack nodded. He reached down and picked up his computer bag and slung it over his shoulder. “Looking forward to seeing how it turns out,” he said. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to say goodbye to my wife.” He turned and walked toward Emily, leaving Carter standing in the hallway.
Carter turned and walked to the door, opened it, then stepped outside and swung it shut behind him.
Emily was dizzy. Her vision was a little blurry and she couldn’t name the emotion roiling inside her at what had just happened. “Why…why’d you do that?” she whispered, studying Jack’s expression.
Jack touched her cheek with the backs of his fingers. “No lies, remember?”
Emily glanced down, motion in her peripheral vision drawing her attention. It was Jack’s cock lurching in his trousers. She looked up at him again, her throat tight, eyes wet with tears. “What am I supposed to do?”
The muscles in Jack’s jaw tightened. “You do what you need to do,” he said.
“This is ridiculous,” Emily whispered. “I’m not going to…” She couldn’t finish the sentence. As much as she wanted to, she couldn’t bring herself to lie. Not because she was sure of what would happen. She wasn’t sure of anything. That was the trouble. She couldn’t for certain say “I won’t do it,” because if she did, she’d be a liar and Jack was right when he said that would tear them apart.
Jack leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. “I love you. I’ll see you around six?”
Emily nodded. “I’ll see you at six.”
Then Jack was gone and she was watching his car pull out of the driveway.
In the garden, the engine of the excavator roared to life.
Chapter Ten
Jack thought of turning back at each cross street he passed. Each stop sign, each red light, he felt the indelible pull to swing the car around and race home. To storm into the house and rescue Emily from herself, from the desire Carter had uncovered in her with his lewd remark about her legs.
What kept him on course to work was fear. Not the fear of his sweet Emily sullying their vows with her wanton craving but the fear that there was something in this life he wouldn’t be able to face.
The fear he’d tried to confront late at night, lying in the darkness next to his wife for the last twenty years and dipping his toes into the murky pool of dread that summoned him sometimes. What would happen if she ever betrayed you?
He hated that fear. Had wanted so desperately to confront it for years. Each time cowardice won out and he packed it away, swearing to deal with it later. Well this was later. This would be his reckoning.
He saw the way Emily looked at Carter. When he stared at her, the way her cheeks blushed hot and how her nipples stiffened. It terrified him, that she was a sexual being that could have these desires about someone other than him. He’d tried to be everything for her. Wasn’t everything enough?
But her little admission had been like the clouds parting to let sunlight stream in. A door opening, beckoning him to walk through it and find out what was on the other side. The other side of them.
Emily was gorgeous. He’d known it all along. Tried to hide it from her, even. That whole time he’d known it was only a matter of time before she found out. He felt lucky it had taken this long. But now that she knew, Jack knew he couldn’t keep her from it. She deserved better. She deserved to bask in the attention of men the way nature had intended. He sensed how much she loved it. And didn’t he want to give her everything?
This would be everything.
Walking through the office with a knot in his stomach, Jack wondered if his workers were staring at him more than usual? Did they know? Could they sense it? Could they tell what he was going through like dogs could smell fear?
Swinging his door shut when he reached his office, he crumpled into his chair and held his head in his hands. Was it happening right now? Was Emily breaking their vows with her legs spread for Carter? The thought twisted through him in the most wicked way. And yet his cock was a solid column of flesh in his lap. Straining against the fabric of his pants, begging to be unleashed.
That was his whole day. He tried to answer emails, could only stare blankly at the screen. He drifted through meetings tormenting himself with every dirty image his imagination could conjure.
Emily down on her knees with a cock in her mouth. Emily on all fours filled with Carter’s flesh. Emily’s gaping pussy dripping with the sticky residue of Carter’s emission.
By the time five o’clock rolled around Jack was exhausted. He’d barely slept and indulging his imagination had driven him to the brink of collapse. When he stepped into his car he was convinced it had happened already.
A strange serenity came over him. Even if it had, he was still there. Even if Emily had given herself to another man, Jack was still whole. What would happen once he got home he couldn’t tell. But they would get through this thing together.
His chest constricted as he rolled the car into the driveway. The pickup was gone. Fresh excavator tracks led to the backyard. Jack stepped out and stood in the waning sunlight, staring at the door and wondering what lay beyond. Was he about to step into hell?
He trudged up the driveway, up the steps, gripped the door handle and twisted. Stepping into the cool silence he let the door swing shut, the latch clicking behind him. He listened.
Nothing.
No moaning. No screaming. No shrill voice begging for dick. Nothing he’d worked himself up to hear.
When Emily’s dainty legs appeared at the top of the stairs Jack sucked in air.
She descended the steps like an angel from heaven. She was wearing the same outfit she’d worn that morning. Her hair wasn’t messy. Makeup still perfect.
Jack’s bag fell out of his hand and landed on the floor with a thud.
Emily drifted toward him, touched his cheek with her warm palm, leaned in for a kiss.
He closed his eyes and braced himself for what she might say.
“Honey?” she whispered.
Jack let out a tight grunt. His cock stiffened again.
“I didn’t.”
His eyes shot open. There was no whoosh of relief this time, however. All the angst, all the worry, all the grinding lust that had tortured him all day just tightened it’s grip. “What?” he whispered.
“I couldn’t,” she said, caressing his cheek. “He tried but I couldn’t.”
Jack thought he might cry. She looked twice as beautiful as he’d ever seen her. And the fact
that she’d battled her monster and won, hadn’t caved to her craving, hadn’t submitted to her need for that particular sort of attention, meant the world to him. It meant she was his. Always would be. No matter what happened she’d be his. “You couldn’t,” he echoed.
“I couldn’t. Not without you here.”
This caused a dark shadow to loom over his joy. She hadn’t. But she’d wanted it. “You want it?” he asked, taking the monster by the horns and staring into it’s raging eyes.
Emily nodded. “I wanted it,” she said.
“What did you want?”
“I wanted him to fuck me.” Her hand drifted down, caressed his stiff cock through his trousers.
“Why?” Jack croaked. Because the fact that she hadn’t fucked Carter meant something. But the fact that she still wanted to was at the true seat of his fear. “Why do you want that?”
“That’s all I thought about all day,” Emily admitted. Her expression was as serene as he’d felt.
It drove him to the brink.
“I love you,” she whispered, kissing his cheek. “But there’s a part of me that…that wants to be dominated. I want to know what it feels like to be powerless. Helpless and…just…owned by a man.”
“I want to fuck you,” Jack said.
Emily shook her head. She sank to her knees and Jack stared as she undid his zipper and pulled his cock out from his pants. He gasped as she wrapped her fist around the root, then choked back a shout as she took him into her mouth and flicked her tongue against his glans.
Her cheeks hollowed as she pulled on him.
Jack felt the cum leave his balls.
Emily popped off the head of his cock. A strand of her spit clung to her lips and tip of his member. She swiped at it with her tongue, breaking the tension. It swung back and slapped against her chin. “You’re scared of this,” she said.
Jack replied with a terse nod.
“But you want it?” she asked. She tilted her head and licked all around the throbbing head of his prick.
He nodded again.
“Then I want you there. I want you to watch. I know this is driving you crazy. From everything you said last night I know you’re going through something incredibly difficult.”
Jack’s heart softened at her empathy.
“I want to give you this,” she said, slurping him into her mouth again and sucking on it like a Popsicle. She pulled on him, her hand choking the root of his cock like she was trying to suck the seed from his body into her mouth. She came off again with a wet pop. “He said he’d do it. He said you could be here.”
“He did?”
Emily nodded.
A bead of pre-cum oozed out of the tip of Jack’s cock.
Emily eyed it for a moment, then slurped it up.
Jack watched the muscles in her neck flex as she swallowed his essence.
“Tomorrow when you come home I’ll be waiting. Carter will be here, okay? He’s going to…he’s going to let you watch.”
Jack’s head started to spin.
Emily put her other hand on his sack and gave it a gentle squeeze. Sheathing him inside her mouth, she began bobbing, her wide blue eyes staring back at him. She caressed his nuts with her fingers.
Jack’s legs started to shake. His toes curled inside his shoes as the hot tickle shot from between his legs and through his shaft. Putting a hand on her cheek he tried to pull away. Emily had never…
With his cock still buried inside her face, Emily shook her head. Her tongue swiped around his head, the feeling of the hot wetness of the inside of her mouth sending and electric jolt through his member.
“Oh fuck!” Jack shouted as his seed spurted through the other way.
Emily gagged as the first blast of it hit the back of her throat. But she didn’t pull away. Her cheeks hollowed as she clung to him, coaxing more of his emission out of his meat.
Jack felt like his mind shot through his skull. Each glut of hot cum that spewed into Emily’s waiting mouth sent a dose of dopamine splattering against the base of his brain. Watching his wife on her knees, servicing him, probably thinking of how she was going to fuck another man the next day sharpened his pleasure. It sliced through him making his knees go weak.
Emily kept pulling. As the pleasure waned she kept her mouth on his cock, suckling and slurping his offering, guzzling it down her throat then lashing her tongue against his glans for more of it.
Jack had never seen her that filthy. He clung to the orgasm even as it receded, wallowing in the depravity of what he was doing but never wanting to leave it behind. He let her suck him until his bones ached. Finally, he had to pull away.
When his softening cock flopped out of her mouth, Emily raised a cupped hand beneath her chin.
Jack’s eyes widened in aroused horror as he stared at the pool of his own cum churning between her cheeks.
As she tilted her head forward, the ejaculate spilled onto her waiting hand.
Time slowed.
Emily looked up from beneath her brow, something wickedly sinful in her eyes, then tipped her head back to stare at Jack. She glanced down at his semen, lifted her other hand, finger pointed, and swirled the mess around. Swiping the finger through it, she lifted it to her mouth and contemplated the emission at it’s tip.
Never had Jack imagined that his wife could do something so filthy.
She popped the finger into her mouth, sucked the cum off, then let it slip past her lips. “Am I a good little slut?” she whispered.
A shudder shook through Jack. The realization dawned on him slowly. He’d been a little selfish, it seemed. Desperate to confront the demons that tormented him he’d almost forgotten that Emily wasn’t just his wife. She was a person. People change.
The way she was looking at him right then made Jack wonder if she would ever be the same?
Chapter Eleven
Driving home from work the next day it was arousal and excitement that caused Jack to flirt with a speeding ticket by breaking the speed limit. He raced through the streets, his cock tight in his pants, thinking of what he would find when he got home.
Turning into his street he saw Carter’s dirty truck still parked in front of his home. His heart began to thunder in his chest as he pulled into the driveway and stumbled out of the car. When he ran up the steps Jack knew he was going to a reckoning.
Flying into the house he slammed the door behind him and let his bag fall to the floor. He held his breath and listened again.
A chair scraped in the kitchen.
His eyes shot open. His breath caught in his throat as Emily emerged from the entrance to the kitchen.
Gone were the frayed shorts and old t-shirt she normally wore. Replaced with a white negligee that barely covered the tops of her thighs. The tiny “V” of her pubis was visible, covered by a strip of white fabric that disappeared between her legs.
She lingered at the door, her slender hand, one finger pointed daintily toward the ceiling, resting on the frame. She was not wearing a bra and the lingerie barely contained her ample breasts, the fabric at her chest stretched to it’s breaking point.
Jack stood transfixed by the vision of his wife in her underwear.
“Hi sweetheart,” she whispered. “You ready?” She bit one corner of her lower lip.
Jack, whose nerves were so frayed he was nearly shaking, managed to nod and start breathing again. The faint hint of perfume wafted through the hallway. It intensified as Emily approached him. The scent followed her as she turned to walk up the stairs.
Jack’s eyes locked onto the gentle sway of her ass and hips. His cock roared to life.
Another figure darkened the door to the kitchen.
Jack locked eyes with Carter Graves who came striding toward him with a confident swagger. He stopped two feet from Jack and stared. “Is she playing you, man?” he asked.
“What?” Jack said.
“You want this?”
Jack forced himself to nod.
Carter shrugged.
“I’ve gotta’ say I don’t normally fuck in front of anyone else,” he announced.
Jack managed to squeeze out a question. “Then why…”
Carter glanced toward the stairs. “For that piece of meat? I’d fuck her in front of a room full of strangers.”
Jack’s gut tightened at hearing his sweet Emily called a piece of meat by this rough stud. A silence stretched between them.
Carter turned and mounted three steps, then looked over his shoulder at Jack. “You coming or what?” he asked.
Jack nodded and shuffled toward the steps.
Upstairs Emily was standing in the center of their bedroom. Their solace. Their nest. Their sacred shared space about to be profaned by this landscaper.
She was holding her hands in front of her waist, looking like as innocent as a lily in her white chemise.
Carter didn’t hesitate. He strode up to her and held her chin with his thumb and his finger, tilting her eyes up to meet his.
Emily shied away, looking off to the side, nearly trembling with fear.
Jack started wringing his hands. Just two days ago this roughneck had violated the social contract of the modern age. Instead of genuflecting at the altar of sexual correctness and only stealing glances at Emily, he’d spoken to her, told her she had “nice legs.” God only knew what else he’d said. Whatever it was had caused Emily to confront her baser nature.
It was Jack who had nudged her into it’s jaws, asked her to give into it. He was about to witness the fruit of his labour and find where it would lead them.
Carter tilted her head, a little too roughly, it seemed, for Jack. He sniffed the soft skin of her neck.
Jack squeezed his hands into fists. Watching this ruffian manhandle his wife inspired a fiercely protective instinct to swell in his chest. Shouldn’t he shout? Defend his wife’s honour? Demand satisfaction? Isn’t that what Real Men did? The look of shock on Emily’s face, at the rough treatment she was receiving, made him pause.
She glared up at Carter but couldn’t turn her face toward him because of the strength of his grip. “Hey,” she snapped. “Take it easy!”