Uncovered

by A. S Peavey

  But she wanted more. Kelsey had to tell herself from time to time that this was the first stage. Sex would get even better. This would free them up. Slowly they could be more open.

  Was her end goal real to fuck him until they could confront their mutual sexual wandering? Or at least their sexual desires? They certainly needed to talk about that if they—if Kelsey—wanted their sex life to grow more exciting.

  And other concerns wore harder on Kelsey’s mind. Was she trying to elicit some response she’d never seen before from Omar? Or was she competing, trying to win him back?

  Only when she cast out that concern could she focus on the feelings Omar produced in her body. And even then the concerns had ways of wriggling back into her mind.

  But in the end, there was one plain truth, and it was all that mattered.

  Two orgasms in an hour from Omar were better than they’d been from Josh. Three orgasms in, well, in an hour and half—it had taken Omar a while to get it up again, even under Kelsey’s gentle ministrations—was excellent.

  Still. Kelsey wanted more.

  Straying

  Kelsey heard the bathroom door open, but the sound of the shower dulled it, and it had never led anywhere interesting. So Kelsey ignored the sound.

  This morning, though, that sound was a prelude. Ever since Kelsey discovered her husband cheating on her (even if he didn’t know), her sex life had taken adventurous turns. First with another man, and now, finally, with her own husband—even if she felt her journey hadn’t finished. Not yet.

  Kelsey didn’t hear the sound of Omar’s clothes dropping to the floor, but she did hear the curtain open, and she couldn’t ignore her husband stepping in behind her in the small shower.

  She turned around, intending to ask what he was doing—she wasn’t awake enough to reach the obvious conclusion. She was annoyed. He was wasting her time. She was already running late.

  Though that was at least partially her fault. They hadn’t had any three orgasm nights since the first one (though that had barely been a week and a half ago). But when they had sex, it lasted longer, there was more foreplay, and they each spent more time attending to their other spouse, slowing down their own orgasms. And they’d had more two orgasm nights.

  And their libidos didn’t care if they started right after dinner, or if one got the urge right at bedtime—as had happened last night. Once they started, they’d be making loving for at least an hour. They enjoyed tat time, but there were consequences to everything, especially the morning after.

  So Kelsey had been tired this morning when her alarm went off. She hit the snooze button once, and then a second time, before Omar nudged her to get up the third time the alarm sounded. Fortunately, she had extra time built into her routine so she needn’t be late just because she hadn’t gotten up with the alarm, but she didn’t need any more distractions.

  Before she could have tried to say any of that to Omar—only try, at this hour she likely would have flailed around for the right words—she spun too fast to face him, and slipped. Omar caught her. And it felt so good to be held by him, her head pressed against his chest, even before he started kissing her.

  Thoughts of the time didn’t flee entirely, not until she felt his hands caressing her soapy skin, running over her body.

  And her libido took over quickly. She had to respond in kind. Her body woke up, and she forgot about the time.

  She giggled—she actually giggled—at the thought of fucking in the shower. It brought back naughty memories. Not that the memories of the one time she had sex with Omar in the shower were that naughty. They’d only done it once, and it wasn’t in the confines of her apartment. But it had been in their first months as a couple.

  And given how horny they both were, letting their libidos interfere with their very important, very adult jobs, they might as well have been kids fresh out of college.

  And the shower reminded her of other sex scenes, before Omar. One time in particular.

  Her then boyfriend, Ricky—which would have made it sophomore year—had a tendency to drag her into the shower. She had fucked one of her prior boyfriend the shower, and she would occasionally drag later boyfriends into the shower. But Ricky had a particular affinity for shower sex. Sometimes he made Kelsey get dressed back up after he’d half undressed her so they could slip out of his dorm room, into the men’s bathroom.

  It wasn’t the sex she remembered most. It was the circumstances. The showers were in the far back in the dorm bathroom; they had to pass the sinks and the toilets in order to reach them. Ricky usually scouted the bathroom, made sure there wasn’t a crowd, before beckoning her in.

  There hadn’t been a problem getting to the shower.

  But on the way out…

  Ricky scouted out the way back out by sticking his head through the curtains. He couldn’t really be blamed when another guy walked into the bathroom right as Kelsey stepped out of the shower stall. His stares were easy to ignore because at first they were just confused. Why was she using a shower in the men’s room? At this hour of the night? Occasionally a woman would use the men’s showers if there was a long line for the women’s showers. But they’d be empty at this hour.

  And then Ricky had joined her, and the passerby clearly figured out what they were up to. His stare intensified. He was probably getting horny, imagining the two of them together in the shower. Ten minutes passed while she and Ricky walked past him, or so it seemed, while this passerby’s head swiveled as far as it could to follow them.

  They bust out laughing halfway down the hall—though they had to quiet down lest more people ask why they were being so loud so late at night.

  And they’d fucked again as soon as they got back to Ricky’s dorm room.

  That incident hadn’t stopped her from having more sex in the dorm showers, though they developed strategies so they wouldn’t be caught again.

  However, the knowledge that Kelsey could be caught (though she was always more careful than Ricky ever had been) fueled her later desires to fuck in the showers. That memory, as much as the way wet hands and bodies sliding over each other, offering new sensations, was what made her extra horny now.

  Her husband didn’t need to do anything to warm her up with those thoughts coursing through her head. While he started fingering her, she was ready to jump to the next step. Kelsey leaned against the shower wall, aiming her ass towards Omar.

  He got the hint.

  Their sex was animalistic, both wanting and needing to orgasm, rutting together, almost just their hips moving.

  Who knew why, since they’d had so much more sex than usual. Except that was also the obvious reason; both their sex drives were revved up. And the shower made them hornier. Even for Omar, who didn’t have those memories, it was exotic; just the stream of water was pleasurable.

  Kelsey reached her orgasm first. She couldn’t help it, with the way her memories drove her. And then she started talking dirty, encouraging Omar to finish. He didn’t take long. Then he collapsed against Kelsey, both of them pressed against the shower wall as the water continued to wash over them.

  That position, that afterglow, couldn’t last long. They started to slip down, and Omar had to separate from Kelsey so they wouldn’t both tumble to the floor of the shower.

  “Look at the mess you’ve made,” Kelsey said. She gestured to her leg, where Omar’s semen ran down, quickly mixing with the water.

  “Hmm,” Omar said. “And in the shower. I don’t know how you’ll ever clean it up.”

  He grabbed a bar of soap and started lathering himself up. Though his free hand slapped her ass.

  And that made Kelsey wanted to kneel right there and lick Omar’s cock back to life.

  She didn’t, because they were both late. Omar would be annoyed if she made him any later. Hell, she’d be pissed showing up to work any later.

  They silently started to clean themselves up. The exhaustion caught back up to Kelsey. Libido can be like coffee, but it doesn’t last as
long. So she was only half paying attention when Omar spoke up.

  “Why?”

  “What?” Kelsey had to ask.

  “So—not that I mind—but why, really, have you been so much hornier lately?”

  Kelsey blanched. She knew she should tell him the truth. She knew this was an opportunity to get it out.

  She needed to tell him. Even if she could feel fine knowing that he was sleeping around and not admitting it, even if she didn’t feel a moral twinge when she thought about her own time straying with Josh.

  She needed to talk about how she really felt about sex, what she really wanted to achieve—as much better as sex was between them, it still wasn’t a good as Kelsey imagined the sex between Omar and his mistress to be.

  But she couldn’t.

  “I guess…” Kelsey paused to rinse the shampoo out of her hair. It wasn’t actually time for the rinse yet, but she could deal with being a little less thorough—especially given the time constraints—if it gave her a moment when she couldn’t talk to think about what she wanted to say. “I guess it started with the fertility doctor.”

  “Yeah?”

  Kelsey nodded. The results had come back. Everything was normal with her, though maybe on the low side of normal. There were treatment options to enhance her fertility, but Doctor Boutre had suggested that they wait and give natural conception more time to work.

  Kelsey was thinking about that right now, because it was also the right time in her cycle. She wanted to believe that, maybe, she’d just conceived during impromptu sex in the shower, rather than last night’s (relatively) boring sex in the bed.

  But that wasn’t excuse enough for Omar.

  “Doctor Boutre—she suggested we make sure that sex couldn’t become a chore. We should inject a little romance. Try to get more excited about it.”

  “You’ve certainly succeeded. Honestly if I’d gotten that advice I would have wondered how the hell to do that. Seems easier said that done. But you…”

  “Yeah…”

  “I didn’t mean to be insulting.”

  “No.” Kelsey just didn’t want to follow that train of thought. Because she was the same way. Just given that advice, she never could have followed through. She only managed because her thoughts had already turned wilder, and she needed to bring those thoughts into her marital bedroom if she wasn’t going to go insane.

  But she couldn’t say that now. So she changed the subject.

  “Thank you for this morning. I don’t know if I’ve ever told you about how much I enjoy shower sex.”

  Kelsey usually didn’t speak about past lovers to current ones. In the past it would have been uncouth, almost rubbing it in a current lovers face. But she’d been with Omar so long, and those past lovers were such ancient history, that she couldn’t see a good reason to avoid the subject.

  So she explained about Ricky’s tendencies, and more importantly how they’d been caught—just the once—and how excited that made her feel. And how that added to how horny Kelsey got while fucking in the shower.

  Kelsey didn’t realize how horny her story made Omar until she finished rinsing off and tried to move past him and exit the shower, to let Omar under the shower head. She bumped up his once again stiff cock.

  “Christ. Sorry. I didn’t think the story would affect you that much.”

  “You want another round?”

  “I…no I think I’m good. But…”

  “Okay…”

  “Perhaps tonight. I’ll have the shower running when you get home.”

  “We can have dinner first.”

  Kelsey didn’t get shower sex that evening, before or after dinner.

  Omar called to say that he wouldn’t be home until late. His colleagues were headed out for a bar. So, as much as he was looking forward to spending more time with her tonight (he stumbled over his words, even though he never mentioned sex as such), he’d have to take a rain check.

  It was cute. He was fucking two women—both quite energetically—and he still couldn’t manage to talk about sex out loud. Kelsey could understand the hesitation if there was any chance his coworkers might be listening, but Kelsey doubted that was his problem. He had his own office. And he wouldn’t be worried that gremlins, or the government, were listening in over the phone. He was just ashamed to be speaking about sex in general.

  It might have been annoying, except Kelsey had to empathize with that inability. She still wasn’t able to level with him.

  Omar was incredibly apologetic—it sounded like he was genuinely sorry, and only partially because he’d been horny half the day. He wished he could give Kelsey that fuck she’d been looking forward to. And Kelsey knew just how excited he’d been to take that after work shower; she knew her husband—and, of course, she’d felt the same desires all day.

  Kelsey had a twinge, a moment where she wondered if he was planning a night out with his mistress.

  But he did sound genuinely apologetic.

  Perhaps he became apologetic because he’d tried to cancel a standing date with his mistress, preferring to spend the night with Kelsey, but hadn’t been able to come up with a good excuse. Maybe he really preferred time with Kelsey to his mistress again.

  That would be a reassuring lie.

  But Kelsey didn’t think any lie was necessary. If she had to bet, it would be that her husband really would be hanging out with his friends. She didn’t exactly trust her husband to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth, but she was certain that he was honest tonight. He might have been happy enough to go hang out with friends for one night instead of spending an intimate evening with his wife—or maybe he was too embarrassed to excuse himself.

  His voice told Kelsey that no one would release him from the torments of his libido while he was away from home. Neither his wife or mistress would get that chance to get him off.

  Besides, Kelsey was certain that Omar had better planning, better times to see his mistress. He was fucking her when Kelsey had no reason to suspect he was anywhere but work.

  But none of those thoughts, none of those reassurances about Omar’s plans for the night kept Kelsey from seeking her own tryst. As soon as she got off the phone, she found herself looking up bars, trying to find the best place to pick up her next lover.

  She hadn’t expected to seek out a second man. She hadn’t even known what she was planning for the night for until she found the bar she would visit. Kelsey didn’t consider repeating her night out cheating until she found the bar’s website. The prospect had dropped out of her mind. Now that sex was more passionate with Omar, she hadn’t found herself seeking chances to fuck other men.

  Honestly, as much as she could find things to criticize when she was with Omar, as much as she wished he would take the lead, fuck her harder, talk dirty to her, when she wasn’t horny, there were no faults she could summon that she didn’t feel shallow for criticizing.

  And, certainly, all the sex kept her libido satisfied, or at least focused on the next time she’d be with Omar.

  But thoughts of cheating, of exciting love affairs, seized her. She suddenly had time to kill, time taken up with neither her work or her husband. If she’d just failed that first night to hook up with Josh, or if she hadn’t even tried, the thought might not have even occurred to her today. But she wanted a repeat of Josh. She wanted someone better.

  And, honestly, as horny as she was, as horny as her expectation of a good hot messy shower sex had left her, she couldn’t think of any other way to spend the evening. The thought of actually going to a movie, not just telling her husband she would, left her feeling hollow. Walking out of the shower this morning while her husband sported that hard on had been torture. She only managed because she’d known she could have his cock that evening.

  Even more honestly?

  Kelsey knew she still needed to clear the air with Omar.

  She’d talked again and again with Vickie. They tended to have naughty discussions, full of innuendo, gossiping about
their sex lives. Kelsey didn’t try to disguise the fact that she still hadn’t told Omar. Her face tended to bunch up when Vickie raised the subject, but she didn’t say anything.

  And since Kelsey wasn’t complaining about her sex life anymore, Vickie let her be.

  It wasn’t a wine bar tonight, though the bar at least offered Kelsey decent wine. She hoped it wasn’t too upscale to find a lover for the night. The place was probably a little too well lit; it had carpet that both saw more regular cleanings and less trouble from drunken patrons. If anyone got excessively drunk here, the staff knew how to handle them without making a mess—unlike the bars Kelsey had frequented during college.

  So it might not be the best place to snag a philandering man. Better than a wine bar, but still no dive bar. But, being a hotel bar, she might, at least, spot an out-of-towner willing to seize the moment.

  Maybe Kelsey should have sought out a dive bar. But, despite all her changes, she still couldn’t drag herself that far back in time. And Kelsey decided that aiming for a considerate man, someone who would ensure Kelsey’s orgasms were taken care of, as much as his own, was worth the risk of not getting fucked at all.

  If Kelsey didn’t leave the bar arm in arm with a man, she wouldn’t be too put out. She couldn’t help suffering a moral twinge as she looked around the bar, knowing that she was planning on having sex with someone who wasn’t her husband. The twinge hadn’t pained her back at the wine bar, but things had changed, time had passed since she had found her husband fucking another woman in her marriage bed.

  Though, had the desire for revenge actually shielded her from her own moral sensibilities? Was it not, rather, her own secrecy causing her guilt. She could have, she should have, confronted Omar by now. Even if she needn’t feel guilty for sleeping around, she felt guilty for hiding her activities.

  Fortunately, the twinge wasn’t strong. Kelsey could push it aside and concentrate on finding a man for the night.