It could have been so much worse – he could have cheated with a woman, she thought to herself.
She couldn’t compete with a woman, but with a man, she could pull out all the stops to win her husband back.
Chastising herself, cheating wasn’t acceptable no matter who it was with, but a niggling voice at the back of her mind argued with her, disrupting her rational thinking.
Zane cheating wasn’t something Jenna ever thought she would be faced with, and if she’d been asked six months ago, what she would do if Zane cheated, she would have said outright – chop his balls off. But, she didn’t feel that way and didn’t know why.
Her reaction bothered her more than the affair itself.
Chapter Thirteen
Chad and I sat in the dining room of the hotel.
I was starving, but the sensations flying around my body were almost too much to bear.
I’d only managed to eat a starter and hadn’t ordered our main yet.
It felt like I was having a constant orgasm.
He looked across the table at me, and for the first time in years, I noticed the look he was giving me.
Love.
He loved me, and I’d never realised it before.
Truly, madly and deeply in love, and now it all made sense. He didn’t run away from me, but his feelings all those years ago.
I was going to break his heart.
“You look amazing sat there,” Chad said. “Your dark hair and stubble is so sexy. And those eyes.” He gazed lovingly at me.
“Charmer,” was all I could manage to say. I felt so guilty letting him think this was going to continue and decided I wanted to return to the hotel room. “Do you mind if we go back to the room now?”
“No, not at all,” he said, looking concerned. “Is everything okay?” He looked at me. “Zane?”
“Yeah,” I answered. “I’m just not that hungry and will be more comfortable back there.”
*
Jenna just had enough time to hide in the wardrobe as she heard the electronic key card being pushed into the door.
“Shit,” she whispered, closing the door tight behind her, but it wouldn’t stay shut and was still open a crack meaning she could see the whole room.
She wondered why they were back early. They’d only been gone half an hour and it had taken her fifteen of those minutes to convince the night porter to let her in the room.
Fifty quid later, and she was in.
There was nothing out of the ordinary in the room, apart from a black jockstrap lying on the floor, but she’d seen her husband in that countless times after he’d been to the gym.
She looked in the bathroom and found an opened packet of lube on the floor near to the shower.
Her mind drummed up images of her husband being fucked by his lover, and without realising, her fingers crept toward her pussy. She was horny and put her fingers down her knickers, gasping as she fingered herself.
It felt so good.
But it was wrong.
Getting aroused at the thought of her husband being fucked by another man should make her wild with anger, not wildly aroused.
She walked out of the bathroom and stood in the centre of the room, wondering what she was doing there, and what she was going to do.
Deciding she would check out and go home, then confront him tomorrow, she made her way to the door and then heard them in the corridor.
Rushing to the other side of the room, the wardrobe was the only place she could think of to hide.
She prayed neither would open the door.
Jenna watched as Zane and Chad walked into the room. Her husband looked troubled and she worried what had happened. Something must have or they wouldn’t have returned so quickly.
*
“What’s wrong?” Chad asked, sitting on the bed. “Don’t bullshit me and say nothing ‘cos I know you better than that, man.”
“I can’t do it to Jenna, or you.” I replied. “I’m lying to both of you.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m married to a woman I’m madly in love with, but cheating on. I have two amazing children I would give my life for, then there’s you.”
“I don’t follow,” Chad added.
“You ran away from me all those years ago because you were in love with me, didn’t you?”
“Oh, fuck off, Zane. Where’s this coming from?” Chad seemed angry.
“Tell me the truth, or I’m packing my stuff and going home and you’ll never hear from me again.”
“What does it matter now?”
“It matters to me,” I said, choked up. “For years I wondered what I’d done wrong, but it wasn’t me, was it? It was you. You couldn’t handle being in love with a man and did the easiest thing – you ran off and lived a lie.”
“And if I’d stayed, are you telling me we’d have been together?”
“I never thought of myself as gay, or bisexual for that matter,” I told him, “but I knew how I felt for you.”
Chad laughed, mockingly. “If you’re not gay or bi, then you take cock fucking well. You’re deluded, Zane, and I’ve got no time for this fuckery.”
“That’s right, Chad. Run away again.”
“I’m not running anywhere, but I thought this would be a bit of fun, and look what happens. All this serious shit. So what if I loved you then, and so what if I do now, I know you have a wife and kids and I wouldn’t stand in the way of that.”
“Chad,” I said.
“No,” he chimed in. “You wanted the fucking truth and you can have it, so sit your ass down and shut it.”
“I can’t sit down,” I replied, “not with this in my arse.”
He laughed out loud.
The tension in the room immediately dissipated.
“Oh, fuck, I forgot that was still in there.”
“I wish I could,” I replied.
I undid my trousers and slipped out of them.
My cock was semi, and even then, in the midst of the conversation we were having, I wanted him to slam his cock in me.
I felt awful.
He looked so sad and I opened my arms and pulled him toward me.
I engulfed him in my arms and kissed him, but rather than push me away, he responded beautifully, kissing me with such gentleness, it surprised me.
“I am in love with you,” he said tenderly.
I looked at him. Unsure of how to answer.
I wasn’t in love with him, but I loved him and didn’t know if that would be enough for him.
Chapter Fourteen
Why the fuck was I emotional?
Chad had just told my husband he was in love with him.
I should be livid right now.
I was watching my husband kiss his lover, the way he kissed me.
Tears were running down my cheeks. Not because I was angry, but because I could see the closeness between them.
Zane loved me, I was totally secure in that, but he must be in turmoil right now.
Even peeping through the crack in the wardrobe door, I felt my nerves on high alert for what was going to happen next.
I felt like I was watching a soap opera, hanging off the edge of my seat waiting for the cliff hanger ending.
As I continued to watch them kiss, I almost gasped at the size of Chad’s cock. Shit! My husband was well hung, but this was beyond belief. I’d never seen anything so big and wondered how my husband still managed to walk after that thing being shoved up his arse.
Wow!
Zane moved, his naked back facing me. I could see something sticking out of his arse and wondered what the hell it was, but my question was answered soon enough as he bent over and gently pushed it out. It landed on the floor between his feet as his arsehole winked at me.
I put my hand to my mouth.
Oh, my God. My husband had a butt plug in.
I couldn’t believe it, but it made me feel incredibly horny.
He dropped to his knees and began to suck Chad�
��s cock and I couldn’t help myself, but I allowed my fingers to wander again.
I bit on my lip as I slid my fingers inside. Feeling the warmth of my pussy, I had never felt so aroused and wanted to see more.
And they showed me more, much more that I had ever seen.
I watched as my husband bent over the bed – his freshly waxed hole still wide open from the butt plug. It didn’t seem to matter, as Chad stood behind him and fucked him senseless.
I felt like I’d accidentally drifted onto the set of a porn movie. I didn’t want to look, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from what was happening.
Zane was moaning, and the more he cried out, the more I wanted to moan too.
I was close to squirting. I could feel it building up inside of me and I clamped my free hand around my mouth as my whole body shuddered and I had the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced.
Don’t get me wrong, Zane had made me cum every time we made love, but this was so wrong on every level, I think the danger and excitement heightened the experience even more for me.
Chapter Fifteen
It was the most amazing sex we had ever had, and when it was over, he thrust into me one final time and I lost all strength in my now trembling knees and fell face down onto the bed, my body covered in sweat.
Chad lay on top of me, his head resting between my shoulder blades, and I could feel how hard his breathing was.
His cock was still rock hard, and I hoped he wasn’t ready to go again quite so soon, but if he did, I wouldn’t put up much of a fight.
I’d cum as Chad slid in and out of me, and for the first time ever, something happened to me – a sensation I hadn’t experienced before. He had hit my spot so to speak, and it felt amazing. My orgasm was so intense, that when I glanced upward, I could still see my thick white cum oozing down the wall.
It shot out like a fountain and I think it was seeing that, that made Chad cum so quickly.
He was still breathing heavily on top of me, but I was in desperate need of the toilet and had to move.
“I’m sorry, but I need to go to the toilet,” I said, not wanting to lose that closeness.
He rolled off me and lay on his back, his cock standing proudly to attention. “Hurry back, I haven’t finished with you yet,” he said cheekily wrapping his fist round his already throbbing cock.
I smiled and rushed off to the toilet.
*
My God, I thought, the man’s an animal.
I was still peeping through the crack in the wardrobe door, but my legs were beginning to wobble.
The man had serious stamina, I could see that, but so did my husband, managing to take a pounding like that for so long.
I couldn’t lie to myself – I was so turned on by what I had just witnessed, but what did that make me? I knew it began with a V, but I couldn’t for the life of me think what it was.
Well, I think I was one of them, whatever that was.
I wasn’t sure I could watch another session and willed Chad to get off the bed and bend my husband over the bath tub and fuck him there. It would give me chance to sneak out.
*
“Have you fallen down the toilet?” Chad called out, his American accent turning me on again.
“No,” I replied, “but my arse is very tender, so if you’re ready to go again, you’ll have to be careful or I won’t be able to sit down for a week.”
He appeared in the doorway as I was finishing. “Bloody hell, I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
“I aim to please,” he said as he approached me. His cock wasn’t fully hard any longer, but it still looked impressive. “Open your mouth,” he commanded, and I knew he wasn’t joking.
I put the toilet lid down and quickly sat, but before I’d had chance to open my mouth, he began to piss all over me again. Once my mouth was open, he aimed the spray accurately and I could taste his piss on my tongue. I let it spill from my mouth and looked up at him.
I know how turned on he was ‘cos I could see he was fully hard again.
“Come on,” he said, when he had finished. “In the shower with me. I wanna pretend we’re in prison showers together.”
I didn’t need to be asked twice and followed him into the shower, closing the frosted glass door and enjoying the warm spray of water as he began to lather me up.
*
I crept out of the wardrobe, my heart hammering in my chest.
Luck was definitely on my side as I heard them laughing in the shower.
I made my exit, and quietly closed the door.
I needed to go home and process everything, so rushed into my room and threw what little clothes I’d brought into my overnight bag and raced to check out.
I was halfway up the M6 when the word came to me.
Voyeur. That was it.
I was a fucking voyeur.
Chapter Sixteen
I watched as Chad walked up the path and put the key in his front door lock.
Even from the back, he was like an Adonis – his arse cheeks were so firm he could crack walnuts in between them.
He turned around and flashed that smile at me, winked, then walked in, closing the door behind him.
I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
How could I walk away from him now?
I knew I wasn’t in love with him as that place in my heart was reserved for Jenna, but I knew he was in love with me, and maybe, just maybe, we could establish some ground rules, and then we could continue to see one another, as and when.
Maybe I was being too optimistic, and yes, I was being totally selfish, but I wanted all of the cake, not just a slice of it.
I knew one thing for certain -- Jenna could never find out about this side of my life.
I didn’t want to lose my wife or children, especially to a messy divorce. Plus, what would my parents and siblings think?
No. I had to be practical about it all.
If Chad and I were to carry on sleeping with one another, it had to remain our dirty little secret.
I drove home and couldn’t shake the feeling of dread I had.
There was a knot in the pit of my stomach as I parked in the driveway and made my way down the side of the house, towards the conservatory doors.
They were wide open, and I could hear Jenna before I spotted her. She was singing at the top of her voice – one of those bloody awful power ballads by Celine Dion, or Mariah Carey. I wasn’t entirely sure which, but I was surprised the glass was still in the frames throughout the house with the notes my wife was trying and failing miserably to hit.
I caught a glimpse of her through the windows, but she hadn’t yet seen me. She was in the kitchen, and as I spied on her, the guilt I felt almost crushed me – I loved her with my whole being, so why was Chad the one who pulled me out of my depression, and not her?
Maybe I was a sexual deviant, and that side of things was all I needed to keep me happy in my marriage.
I wondered if in some perverse way, being Chad’s bitch had saved our marriage. Or was I just trying to assuage my own guilt? I wasn’t entirely sure, but there was no rationalising my appalling behaviour, no matter how I dressed it up.
I looked on as Jenna danced around the kitchen and couldn’t help smiling at how carefree and beautiful she was.
I coughed to draw her attention and she finally spotted me. She smiled, the look of love radiating from her.
“Are you going to come in and kiss me, or what?” she asked, playfully.
I did as I was told and rushed in, taking my beautiful wife in my arms and kissing her tenderly. Even the terrible music didn’t bother me at that moment.
We continued to kiss tenderly, but it wasn’t what she wanted, I knew that straight away.
She kissed me with a forcefulness I’d never experienced from her before, and for that small moment in time, she felt entirely masculine in my arms.
My body responded instantly, and I could feel my cock growing as she pressed her body against
mine.
“I’ve missed you,” she said, her lips still pressed to mine, I felt every syllable.
I didn’t need to respond – she knew how I felt. No words were needed to convey my feelings for her, and she knew it.
Jenna guided me to the kitchen table and relieved me of my clothes. Then, she stripped seductively for me, well aware how excited I was.
My cock was oozing with pre-cum and she bent down and flicked her tongue over the tip of my cock to taste it.
She pushed me back onto the table, the cold surface startling me a little. Before I knew it, I was lying flat on my back, my cock standing to attention. Seconds later, my stunning wife stood above me, legs either side of my hips.
I was looking up at her pussy and she took me by surprise and performed a slow, but sultry slut drop, before rising again.
“Oh, fuck,” I croaked, as she dropped again.
She was teasing me, and taking control.
“I know you like that,” she cooed.
“Yeah,” I said, not taking my eyes off her for a moment.
“I know you want your cock inside my cunt,” she said, teasing me some more.
I made to get up, but she used her stilettoed foot to press me down again. She obviously wanted to keep me flat on my back.
“I didn’t say you could move, did I?” It wasn’t a question. And I knew she was deadly serious.
I looked up as she played with her own nipples, squeezing them gently. Her moans were driving me wild, and I was desperate to slide my cock up her and fill her with my seed.
“I need you, Jenna.” I wanted her to know that so badly.
She looked down at me, and like an athlete, she dropped, keeping perfect balance.
The tip of my cock rubbed against her shaved pussy, and with one thrust, I could be inside her, but I knew she was the one in charge, so didn’t push my luck.
“I know,” she replied, climbing down off me, leaving me stunned as to what she was thinking, or even planning on doing next.
I didn’t know what to do at that moment, so I lifted myself up, but she approached and shoved me down again.
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