Secrets in Suburbia

by Melody Calder

  I groan around his cock and hear the distinct sound of a tool dropping. “Fuck, Samantha. Your mouth feels so good around my dick.” He puts a hand on the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. “I want to be inside you.”

  “Nuh-yuy” I mumble my dissent around his cock, moving my hand to rub his sac while I take him in deeper and faster. Knowing we have to be quick and could be caught at any minute increases my desire. My own juices drip down my fingers.

  Leaning on the sink, he bends down enough to rub my nipples through my top, making them hard. “I need to come down there and shut off the water,” his voice drips with pleasure.

  He reaches under the sink and turns the valve to shut the water off, and then surprises me by reaching up my skirt and pulling down my panties. “Turn around. On your hands and knees for me, beautiful,” he commands, and I oblige.

  I mewl as I feel his hard, thick length slam into my waiting core. I rub my clit as he pumps in and out. The sounds of our skin slapping against one another and the animalistic sounds we make driving me mad with desire. “Yes Jake, fuck me hard,” I cry, “Make me cum all over your cock.”

  I squeeze my walls around him as an orgasm rips through my body. He continues to fuck me, hitting my g-spot, another orgasm building. “Samantha, you’re so tight and wet,” he grunts, “fuck, I’m going to cum.” As I feel his seed shooting into me, another orgasm overtakes me leaving me breathless.

  We catch our breath and then he questions, “Is it bad that when you had your mouth around me, my wife looked at me through the window and it turned me on more?”

  “Oh Jake, we certainly bring out the worst in each other. I have to admit that I did have thoughts of being caught and it turned me on. I’m turning you into quite the sexual deviant,” I tease. He was getting bolder with each encounter, but this was the first time he had tapped into his carnal desires.

  “I need to turn the water back on so that we can get cleaned up,” his cheeks flaming at my statement. He elicits a shiver from me as he brushes against my sensitive nipple while reaching for the valve. I grab a towel from the drawer beside me and hand it to him. He gets it wet for me and carefully wipes me off before cleaning himself up.

  He lets me know the coast is clear for me to stand up, putting myself back in the view of anyone that may look in. “Thank you,” he says, “I really needed that.”

  “I should be thanking you. Your wife started my day out by confronting me about Elena and trying to warn me off from her.”

  “Oh shit!” he exclaims. “How did you handle it?” He looks away from tightening something on the faucet to focus his attention on me.

  “I admitted that I know about her and Rachel.” I raise a hand to stop him from commenting, “Don’t worry, she thinks only I know. I used it as leverage and told her to back off Elena, or I wouldn’t keep her secret. I also told her that she should come clean with everyone she hurt with her lies.”

  “You are amazing,” he tells me while finishing up. “All done, beautiful.”

  Yep, that dating website is a priority, I think to myself as he makes me beam with pride. I hold onto that happiness until I am cornered by Rachel upon my return.

  “Victoria tells me you have some personal information on us,” she states, that snotty attitude present in her voice. If I hadn’t heard the loving side of her, I would think that it is how she talks all the time.

  “Yeah, I do,” I say simply, hoping she will just go away.

  “You better not think about telling anyone. Especially not Jake, who you seem to be quite cozy with these days,” her voice full of threat.

  “Jake is a friend who has been helping me out during my difficult time. Just as Elena, Stuart, and Robert have done.” I turn my voice to condemnation, “I would have thought that with how much you and Victoria spout off about being a close-knit community, that you two would be doing the same as them.”

  “I see the way you two look at each other,” she huffs, “you can’t tell me there’s nothing going on there. Especially for a hussy like you.”

  I roll my eyes, “Guilty conscious making you see things?” I may be guilty as well, but I’m not out here being a hypocrite.

  “You need to back off Elena,” she ignores my question. “Especially now that she has a baby on the way. It’s not right for their little one to grow up admiring a pathetic soon to be divorced woman.”

  Bitch!

  “You know what, Rachel,” I respond evenly, “I wouldn’t stoop to insulting your relationship with Victoria. I actually support the love you have for each other.” Anger returns to my voice, “But like I told Victoria, what I do have a problem with is how you both destroyed many people’s lives in your selfishness. The two of you could have been together and never dragged Elena, Stuart, or Jake into it. And you have the nerve to insult me?”

  “You know what, fuck you, we are done here,” I turn and start walking away, only to be stopped for the second time today with pleading. I hold up my hand, “Save it. I’m not telling anyone your secret.”

  Chapter 20

  After my confrontations with Victoria and Rachel, I decide it would be best if I meet Stuart in his office from now on. That’s how I find myself sitting in a posh office in downtown Atlanta, looking at photographs of sex scenes with a man that does things to my girly parts.

  Pointing to one fascinating picture, before my mind can catch up to my mouth, I blurt, “Lucky girl. Maybe Rich had it right all along.”

  Stuart looks at me, question in his features, a blush on his cheeks. It’s adorable seeing this gorgeous man, a bit intimidating dressed in an expensive fitted suit, blushing over some sexually graphic pictures.

  I feel the need to see how far I can push him, “I don’t think I’ve ever thought about being with two men at once, but seeing the pure ecstasy on her face is tempting. I didn’t understand the draw to the swinger lifestyle before.” He’s still blushing, so I give him a saucy wink.

  “Maybe Rachel was right, you are a bad influence,” he deadpans.

  Pulling out my best southern belle impression, “Why I never!” I dramatically put my hand on my heart, eliciting a chuckle from Stuart.

  “You know, I didn’t really look at them too closely. My PI just pointed out Rich and that’s all I looked at,” his face has returned to its normal color as he regains his professional composure. “Our negotiations are now at a standstill. I made the final offer yesterday and am waiting to hear back from Rich’s attorney. I wouldn’t be surprised if we have to head to court.”

  I sigh, “I’m surprised that he is fighting this so hard. He was so scared of these pictures getting out, that I thought he would never take the chance of any of this becoming public record.”

  “I am sure his attorney is advising him that the records can be sealed,” his hands fold in front of him, “I wonder if there is something we are missing or if he’s just a gambling man. Is money that important to him?”

  “Money is what drives him,” I say offhandedly as I continue to study the pictures. Though the swinger lifestyle is not something I would be comfortable with, the photos are fascinating. I can’t help but get a little bit wet as I look at various shots of the woman being pleasured by two men. I ignore the fact that Rich is one of the men pleasing her.

  My mind wanders to what it would be like to have Jake and Stuart doing those things to me. Jake’s mouth on my nipples, while Stuart’s head is between my legs…

  A buzz of the intercom disrupts my naughty thoughts. Stuart pushes a button on his phone and his secretary’s voice comes over the speaker, “Sir, I just received the Sharpe paperwork. You told me to inform you right away.”

  “Thank you, Michaela. Please bring it in immediately.”

  Finishing reading over the paperwork, Stuart shakes his head, “They declined the offer. Court it is.”

  He hands it to me to read. It was a very good offer with me only asking for one third of the assets and full ownership of the house. I didn’t ask for
spousal support, his car, or the full half of his retirement and savings that I could have asked for. I did originally ask for half, but after Rich declined, I told Stuart that I would settle for one third. That would give me enough to pay off the mortgage and have quite a bit left over in savings.

  “I see no reason why the judge will side with Rich,” Stuart muses. “Since the county where we reside is small, there is only one judge that hears all dissolution of marriage cases, and I know he’s quite conservative.” He shrugs his shoulders, “I don’t recognize Rich’s attorney, so my guess is that he doesn’t have enough experience under his belt to know it’s a losing battle.”

  “So how much longer?” I ask.

  “Three to four weeks,” he answers, “I’ll have Michaela get us on the court calendar as soon as possible. My guess is the first week of December, second week at the latest.”

  I’ve been avoiding the subject of Jake for long enough. I felt like it was something that was causing a bit of tension between us. Though we still joked around, it wasn’t the same. I valued Stuart’s friendship and couldn’t let this get between us. It was time to clear the air.

  “Stuart, can we talk about something personal?”

  His grey eyes meet mine, and he hesitates before answering, “Samantha, we are friends. You can always ask me personal questions. It doesn’t mean I will always answer them,” he gives me a wink.

  “I want to talk to you about Jake.” I see a flash of irritation in his eyes. “I know you know everything about what’s going on with us and you don’t approve.”

  “That’s not exactly how I feel. I’m just concerned for you both and what the long-term consequences will be.”

  I set my hand on top of his, “I know you are, and I want you to know that I understand where you are coming from. I know he can never leave Victoria, though I don’t know why.”

  “Samantha, I can’t tell you why, but trust me, you can’t get your hopes up that it will ever happen,” his concern mixed with resolve.

  I sigh, “I wish someone would tell me just to stave my curiosity, but I’m not asking you for that. I know that what Jake and I have is temporary. We are just giving each other comfort in a difficult time.” I have become attached to Jake, but my growing attraction to Stuart makes it obvious that I’m not ready for exclusivity anyway.

  Stuart squeezes my hand, “You are very good a providing comfort. I’m thankful to you for helping my best friend, my brother, get through this. I just worry that you two are going to get in too deep. You are a good woman, Samantha. You deserve to find a man that can give you the stability you need.”

  “Thank you. I do appreciate that. I’m actually looking at joining the dating scene again. I was going to have Elena help me set up a dating profile online tomorrow.” I snicker, “I can only imagine the guys that Elena will pick out for me.”

  Stuart roars in laughter, “Maybe you should let someone other than Elena pick out your dates. Otherwise you will end up with a mama’s boy that lives in his parent’s basement because she thinks his bright shirt is nice.” I love that girl, but he is right.

  When his laughter dies down, he looks at me seriously, “But I need you to wait until after the divorce is finalized before doing it online. We don’t want to take the chance of Rich’s attorney finding it and trying to use it against you.”

  Noting the disappointment on my face, he adds, “But I do know quite a few single gentlemen that can take you out. I’m sure you’ll agree that I can pick them out better than Elena.”

  Giggling I agree, “I do want to just take that leap and get it over with. I need to get on with my life.”

  He nods in understanding, “I will make sure to set you up with men that I know will treat you like the lady you are.”

  ∞∞∞

  Saturday night, Jake gets the rare chance to spend the night with me. Victoria and Rachel are out on some overnight charity trip, helping children or some excuse like that. I’ve told Jake about my upcoming date with a man Stuart set me up with. It doesn’t seem to faze him at all. In fact, he is giving me dating tips. He was even quite intrigued by my description of the photos I looked at in the office. I’m such a bad influence.

  “Wear something sexy, but not too sexy. That black dress with the crisscross things in the back would be perfect,” he suggests. “For the first date, a kiss is nice at the end, but not tongue. You want to leave him wanting more, but not wanting too much.”

  “Why don’t you show me how not to kiss, big guy,” my voice sultry and inviting.

  Jake takes my hand and sets it on his shoulder, slightly touching his neck. He takes the other and puts in on his hip. Bringing his lips to mine, he whispers, “You want to place your hands here.” His lips caress mine staying there for a moment before pulling away, “You want to kiss him like that, not like…”

  He devours my mouth with his, my hand slipping to his neck to pull him closer, our tongues dancing. He pulls away leaving me breathless. “Not like that,” his sly grin there for only a moment before I pull him back to me for more.

  He unbuttons my blouse and the material tickles my skin as he slowly slides it down my arms and lets it fall to the floor. Breaking our lips apart, he delicately places kisses on my neck. He moves down, placing one between my breasts before licking each nipple with languid strokes. I whimper when he stops. He moves on to my stomach, continuing his way slowly, teasingly to the top of my pants. Slipping them down, his mouth following the path right to my core.

  His tongue teases my clit as he slides my pants off. He lifts my foot and sets it on the coffee table, giving him better access. He devours me, my sounds of pleasure increasing as he slides a finger in. “More,” I beg him.

  I hear the sound of my juices as he adds another finger, “Jake,” my words cut off as he reaches that magical spot and sucks my nub at the same time.

  I start to quiver. He pulls away, sucking my juices off of his fingers, “You taste heavenly, but I don’t want you to cum yet.”

  He caresses my folds, ever so lightly, and places a soft kiss on my clit. “Please Jake,” I beg, but he continues his slow caresses, not giving me the friction I need for release. My body is on fire, every touch sending tingles, throughout.

  Just when I feel like I can’t take it anymore, his fingers glide into my slickness, making my breath hitch. Jake flicks my nub with his tongue, and I cry out, so close to release.

  Again, he pulls back, but this time he rips his own clothes off, his hard cock springing out of its confines. He settles himself on the couch, pulling me on his lap. I waste no time sliding his cock into me, taking every hard inch.

  He cups my breasts and brings my sensitive nipples to his mouth, sucking on them while I move my hips. He raises his pelvis, matching my rhythm, the sounds of our pleasure ringing out through the room.

  The feeling of my clit rubbing against his skin, and his hard, thick shaft moving in and out of my core, is too much, yet not enough. I slam onto his cock, over and over, like a woman possessed. Jake puts his face between my breasts, squeezing them together. The feeling of his stubble adding to my desire. My walls clench and I cry out as an orgasm like never before rips through my body.

  I want to melt into a puddle, but I continue to ride Jake. My body shakes as I feel another orgasm building. His body jerks as his release comes right along with my second one. Breathing hard, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me into his chest, “Samantha…”

  Ding Dong

  We both stiffen at the sound of the doorbell. “Are you expecting anyone?” he asks, still trying to catch his breath. All I can do is shake my head no in response.

  Ding Dong

  “Samantha! Knock, knock!” Elena’s cheery voice can be heard calling out from behind the door.

  Jake and I look at each other with an “oh shit” look on our faces. I scramble off of him, shouting, “I’ll be there in a minute,” as I start pulling on my clothing. I throw pieces of Jake’s clothes at him as I find them in
the pile. I tell him to go hide upstairs as I’m pulling on my top. I don’t have to tell him twice.

  Chapter 21

  “Elena? I thought you and Robert were spending the day together?” I question as I open the door.

  “Oh yes, yes we are going shopping for the baby,” she explains, “But I need your advice on which color scheme to go with.” She shoves paint swatches in my face. “I don’t want to do blue or pink. I mean, we don’t even know the baby’s sex yet. So which yellow is the best shade?”

  “Um,” I look at the swatch of yellows. How are there so many shades of yellow?

  “I narrowed it down to the five circled ones. Who knew there were so many shades of yellow?” she laughs, repeating my thoughts. “Sam, are you okay? You look a little flushed.”

  “Oh, I was in the middle of cleaning. I like to dance when I clean. Get in my cardio and all.” I’m a little disappointed in myself for how easily lies come out of my mouth now. If I’m not careful, I’m going to turn into Rich.

  Turning back to the swatches, I help her narrow it down to buttery yellow. “If you change your mind later, or want to add in some other colors, it will go well with just about any color.”

  We make plans for me to come and help her later in the week, after my date so that she can get all the details.

  Hearing the door close, Jake makes his way downstairs, still naked, “I thought we could take a shower together and then watch your favorite trashy t.v. show.”

  “Admit it, you love my trashy t.v. and I’m just an excuse for you to watch it without losing your man card.” It’s true. He really gets into the show, yelling at the guys for keeping the bitches.