A Surprise Revelation (The Surprise Series Book 1)

by C. C. Morian

  “So he stopped you, and—,” Richard prodded.

  “I told him I wasn’t stalking him. I looked like shit, I was wearing old running clothes, sweaty. If I had wanted to run into some guy I was interested in I wouldn’t have done it like that. But Vern—he’s cocky. He thinks all the women are after him, that they want him. He called me a bored housewife, looking for some action.”

  “Well, in a way you are,” said Richard.

  “Not you too,” Melissa snapped.

  “You know what I mean,” said Richard. “He read you.”

  Melissa gave a little shake of her head. “Whatever. The truth of it is that up close, talking to him, I was disgusted with him. He’s crass. He said I didn’t have big enough tits, just like that. But—”

  “But?”

  She stopped, realizing the enormity of this confession. “I don’t want to hurt you, any more than I have already.”

  “Melissa, listen to me.” Richard leaned forward, intent. “I’ve already accepted that I can’t please you in all the ways you need. I’ve already seen and felt how you get excited thinking about other men, about this man in particular. You’ve already admitted that there is something lacking in our marriage. Do you think you kissing someone is going to hurt any more than that?”

  “Thinking about all those things, even admitting them—that’s not the same as doing them. Until that point, it’s all a discussion, all theoretical. I actually did something. I kissed him, for god’s sake.”

  “You can tell me. What is it you think he offers you? Why does he excite you? I promise, I won’t take it personally. I’ll try hard not to, anyway. It’s important for me to understand.”

  Melissa sighed. “It’s hard to put into words. It’s all that stuff, the danger, the mystery. Vern has this confidence, sexually. Like he can take whatever he wants, and he deserves it. It shouldn’t be attractive, and maybe to a lot of women it isn’t, but it—does something to me. I was like a deer in a rifle scope. I could see the bullet coming, but I couldn’t move. On one hand I wanted to hit him, but on the other, I—”

  “You what?” Richard closed in on her, hanging on every word.

  “I wanted him to take me. Right there. In the middle of the street. So help me, I don’t know what I would have done if he had thrown me over his bike. He grabbed me and kissed me. It all happened so fast.” Melissa stopped, waiting for Richard to absorb it, waiting for his reaction. Surely he’d be disgusted by this, by what happened, by her.

  This would shock him out of his crazy ideas about her sleeping with Marcus. Maybe something good would come of her confession after all.

  But when Richard spoke next he surprised her, which was disconcerting and yet oddly pleasant at the same time. He so rarely surprised her. It suddenly occurred to her that one of the reasons she had been so turned on by his fantasy was that it was so different, so unlike the Richard she thought she knew. There was something exciting about a surprise revelation, about exploring something new together. It explained Richard’s reaction that night in bed, when he had been so energized as she had shared stories of her sexual escapades in college.

  “Tell me exactly what happened.” Richard’s voice had no accusation in it at all. Rather, he seemed exceptionally interested, alive with focus.

  “I told you, he kissed me,” Melissa responded tentatively. “I pushed him away. But not soon enough.”

  “Soon enough for what? Did something else happen?” And now Richard’s tone was unmistakable. He wasn’t angry. He wasn’t hurt, or if he was, his hurt was being overwhelmed by something else. Curiosity. Anticipation.

  Knowing how dangerous this path was, and that in itself helping drive her, Melissa told him the truth. “He grabbed me by the head and kissed me, hard. He forced his mouth on mine.” She turned her body to fully face her husband. “And I kissed him back. I wanted it.”

  “Even though you were in the middle of the street?”

  “I didn’t care. I looked terrible, and I didn’t have big enough tits for him, and I thought he could have anyone he wanted and he wanted me, right then. And that excited me. For that minute, I gave myself to him. I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t strong enough to resist him.”

  Richard’s face shifted, the same mix of emotions she had seen at the pool, it seemed so long ago, but now Melissa understood it for what it was. Jealousy, hurt, but mixed with pride, pride that his woman was desirable to another man, a powerful man. And surprise, surprise at what Melissa had done, but also surprise at his own arousal as he pictured it.

  This part of the conversation was also not at all like what Melissa had expected. Yet another surprise for her today.

  She felt herself on a precipice, with a long fall on either side, and the promise of a wonderful unseen goal ahead. She could rein in her desires, claim the whole episode with Vern was a one time lapse, and beg forgiveness. Or she could play this out, see where it led, accept Richard’s idea of exploring her needs. Not all the way, she didn’t want to even think about that, she didn’t want to allow herself to think about what that could be. But maybe she could try a little flirting, getting a kiss here and there, and then see how Richard reacted, whether things changed for them.

  Whichever way their relationship went, for good or bad, would be decided on what she did next, what she said right now.

  On one side of the precipice was the disaster of what would happen if she lost all of what she had, so close to a perfect relationship and marriage. On the other side was a life of not knowing, the slow downfall that Richard had described, the downfall which she knew would come, the day by day wondering of what could have been.

  But if—and it was a big if—if there was a way to fill in this last piece of the puzzle, then she would have it all. They would have it all.

  She might never get this opportunity again.

  It was risky. It was dangerous.

  And that’s what decided her.

  Melissa put her hand on Richard’s leg, sliding it upward, not at all surprised to feel him fully firm through his slacks. She squeezed him, hard, and he moaned, reaching for her with his lips, but she pulled her head back, holding herself at bay, making him wait until he heard every detail. It’s what he wanted, after all.

  “Vern stuck his tongue in my mouth,” she said. “And I kissed him back the same way. And then his hands were on me.”

  “He touched you?”

  “He fondled my breasts. He grabbed my nipples. Hard. He knew he could do whatever he wanted to me, and I’d let him.”

  Richard closed his eyes. He was breathing heavily, and Melissa knew he was picturing it, how it all had happened. “Were you turned on?” he asked, his voice a whisper.

  Melissa paused just a moment to let him wonder.

  “I was so wet I could feel it through my sweat. If he had wanted to take me right there, tear off my clothes, I don’t think I could have stopped him. I don’t know if I would have wanted to.”

  And suddenly Richard was on her, all over her, pulling at her blouse, his hands frantic. He roughly pulled up her skirt, and Melissa was so shocked at his sudden change she reflectively squeezed her legs together, but this turned him on even more, and he keep at her, and she felt herself grow wet, just as she had been with Vern.

  Richard shoved his knee between her thighs. He yanked at the top of her blouse, tearing off a button, his hands were on her breasts, his fingers grabbing for her nipples.

  “Was this how he grabbed you?”

  Without waiting for an answer his mouth was on her, driving her head back into the cushions. Without thinking Melissa hesitated just briefly, as she had with Vern, the surprise of it all overwhelming her, then she opened her mouth to him, letting him in. She kissed him back, hard, and she could feel his reaction through her mouth, his desire.

  Melissa felt his hand on her knee, forcing her legs open, and then his fingers were between her legs, no slow foreplay, just seeking her pussy. He pushed his finger in, then another, and she cried out, no
t in pain but in surprise, blissful surprise.

  Richard was tearing at his belt, trying to get it open with one hand while the other worked in and out of her pussy, and she rushed to help him, unbuckling the belt, yanking his pants down, grabbing for his cock. Their lips were still locked, she couldn’t see what she was doing, it was all by touch, and she felt constrained, held down by his weight on the corner of the couch. She couldn’t escape, even if she had wanted to.

  He was free, and not even bothering to remove her panties he shoved them aside and speared into her, and Melissa broke free of his mouth as he entered her, pulling his head to her shoulder, wrapping her arms around his back, opening her legs to him.

  He thrust into her, harder than he had ever done before.

  “Is this what you wanted him to do?” Richard’s voice was harsh, demanding.

  On the precipice, again.

  She took the plunge. “Yes!” He thrust again. “Yes!”

  And with each thrust she repeated it, his power increasing with every utterance, every admission of her desire.

  She saw the ceiling above her, then squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to think about where she was. She could be anywhere, in her house with Richard, but also lying on the grass on the side of the road, with Vern. The faces shifting back and forth, Richard, Vern, Richard, Vern.

  Melissa felt him stiffen inside her, even as he drove in, and she locked on Vern, imagining him about to come inside her, and she tightened the muscles in her pussy and sucked him in, taking control, of Richard, of Vern, of her life.

  They came at the same time, her orgasm a wave she rode as she pulled his seed into her. She was being taken, but she was also taking.

  Richard lifted himself up slightly, to let her breathe, but she held him close, her eyes still closed, lost in her dream.

  He wasn’t Vern, he’d never be. Even like this, as good as it was, as good as it might become, sex with Richard could never be like sex with someone like Vern. Or Marcus.

  But it was pretty close.

  There was only one question left.

  How long would it last?

  THE END

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  A Surprise Reunion

  Melissa was early for her lunch with her best friend Julie. Actually she was on time, but Julie typically ran late. Normally Melissa would have asked to be shown to a table to wait. But they always came to this restaurant, she certainly didn’t need to look at the menu, and the weather, while still late fall, was raw, so sitting outside and people watching was out of the question.

  The restaurant wasn’t busy, there wouldn’t be much chance of losing their table. Melissa glanced at the empty bar, on the far side of the room, a little in shadow, she had never paid it much attention, this wasn’t the place she’d come to if she wanted to drink other than with a meal. Not that she’d been out just drinking lately, if by lately she meant eight years or so. It wasn’t something she and her husband Richard did. They would drink, but it would always be some wine with dinner.

  Not like her old college days.

  But those days were long gone, for good or bad. Mostly good, she thought; there were things she had done she’d sooner forget.

  But there had been a lot of fun too, a freedom, a somewhat protected recklessness that Melissa missed. Julie, her college roommate, had been part of that. It was something they would always share.

  Melissa had come a long way since then, a great job, a nice house in a good neighborhood, even some money from a fortuitous IPO of the first company she worked for. And she had fully left behind her somewhat wild youth with her marriage to Richard, a calm, caring man, handsome, healthy. A good marriage. A safe marriage.

  As the hostess approached her, Melissa heard a loud, friendly laugh from within the restaurant. Four businessmen sat at a table not far from the bar, sharing some joke. They weren’t being raucous, it just sounded like some fun, a couple of guys who knew each other, having lunch. The sound carried mostly because the restaurant wasn’t very full.

  Melissa looked them over, typical businessmen in some ways, in jackets and ties, suits probably. She couldn’t tell their age exactly, not too young, not too old. The one facing the door, where she stood, had a good smile, loose, casual. Confident.

  “Table for one?” The hostess was reaching for a menu.

  “I’m waiting for a friend,” said Melissa. “She’s running a little late.”

  “That’s no problem,” said the hostess, an older woman that Melissa had never seen before, dressed a little too formal for the casual restaurant, kind of prissy. “May I show you to your table to wait?”

  Melissa could still hear the men, the sound of the conversation changing a bit, a little more subdued, even though there was still some laughing going on. She glanced at them and caught the man facing the door looking at her, no longer taking part in the discussion.

  Not long ago, before her eye opening conversations with Richard, she might not have even noticed. Or not thought anything of it. Now, though, she realized the man at the table was checking her out.

  “Miss?” The hostess was getting a little annoyed.

  “It’s Mrs,” corrected Melissa. “And I’ll wait at the bar.”

  The hostess frowned. “Are you sure? It’s a little noisy there.” She wrinkled her nose.

  Melissa turned to her and smiled. “It’ll be fine.”

  The hostess hesitated, as if thinking she should try to dissuade Melissa, but then she turned and led the way across the restaurant. Melissa let the hostess get a little ahead, wanting to see if the man at the table was still looking at her.

  He was. He had returned to the conversation, but Melissa noticed his eyes on her. As she got closer she could see that he was pretty good looking, a little too light for her taste, blondish. He had on a good tie, that distinct Hermes pattern, a little safe for her, but still tasteful.

  Melissa studiously avoided his eyes, her heels clacking on the floor, causing two of the other men to look up, only the one with his back to her not turning around. She thought she looked pretty good, in work clothes, a nice skirt and jacket over a dark blue blouse, the skirt just the right length, not too short, not too long. As she passed their table she felt a little thrill, realizing that even the fourth man was looking too, the conversation dropping away to nothing.

  The hostess was waiting by the bar. “There isn’t a bartender on duty this early, but I can have a waiter get you something,” she said. Then, seeing the men at the table, almost gawking now, she added, “Are you sure you want to sit here?”

  Melissa turned one of the stools toward the restaurant and the men, and smoothly sat down, crossing her legs, showing a little bit of thigh. She smiled sweetly at the hostess. “It’s perfect,” she said.

  “Very well,” said the hostess, her voice a little cool. She walked off.

  Melissa imagined what she was thinking. Slut.

  And for just a moment Melissa thought so too, but instead of revolting her it was exhilarating. She still had it.

  Maybe she’d even tell Richard.

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