by MIMI WILDE
An image went through my mind.
Eduardo. He had his shirt off. His chest slightly covered with dark hair. Max was sitting on the bed.
I picked up the soap. I lathered myself as I tried to block the image from my head. I couldn’t. It kept coming back. Eduardo took off his pants. He wore no underwear. His cock stuck up proud and angry.
“Suck him,” Max said.
I looked at my husband in shocked disbelief.
“Come on, baby,” Max said. “You know you want to.”
This was sick and wrong. It was only a fantasy, but it was wrong. Yet, the image remained firmly fixed in my head. I watched myself approach him. I saw myself get down on my knees in front of him. I felt his hard, throbbing cock. Oh, it was so hard. It was rock hard. It had the strength and power of youth. I stroked it, licked at the tip.
“No,” I said aloud.
I washed the soap off and turned off the taps. I toweled off. I still couldn’t get the image out of my head. It was Max’s fault. He had started me thinking this way. He had allowed these thoughts into my head. I went back into the bedroom and sat on the edge of our king-sized bed. The image came back.
I was gobbling Eduardo’s cock like a crazy woman. I was sucking him good. Max was behind me. Max’s cock was hard. He was half kneeling behind me. He was pushing his prick head against my aching pussy.
I spread my legs and put my hand on my already-wet pussy. The images kept going through my head like a kaleidoscope. I fell back on the bed and spread my legs wider. I thrust three fingers inside myself and I started savagely fucking myself. It was what I had needed since the car. Harder and harder. The pressure built up. More images flashing. The smell of sex in our bedroom, my juices running down my soft inner thighs.
“Oh Lord,” I gasped. “Oh, fuck, that is good. Fuck.”
I cried aloud than I intended, and the quick, hard spasm rocked me violently. I gave into the feelings, my climax coming in short, quick bursts that left me feeling drained. I worked my fingers in and out of my pussy even after the last shiver went through me. My pussy was flooded with my juice. I rolled over on my side and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I looked wanton.
A soft, tentative knock on my door. Louise’s voice. “Mrs. Allyn, are you okay? I thought I heard a noise.”
I flushed red, embarrassed.
“I’m fine,” I said quickly. “I just dropped something on my foot. You know what a klutz I am. I’m okay.”
“Okay,” she said.
I had the horrible feeling she could see through the door, and that she knew what I had been doing. I jumped up and hurriedly pulled on my clothes. Looking into the mirror, I saw an attractive woman with slightly puffy eyes. There was no sign of the woman I had been a few moments before, lewd and dreaming of another man besides my husband.
Fantasizing about another man’s hard cock. I shivered.
“Damn you, Max,” I said softly. “You should not have started this.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Sunday morning I went out riding. After I had my coffee, Edwardo brought out my horse already saddled. She was a bay mare I called Calypso. Even after two years of riding, I was still not a good rider. Max said it was because horses intimidated me. He was probably right.
Max usually rode with me, but he had been up late the night before, and there was whiskey on his breath when he came to bed. It was mostly my fault. I was upset with him for most of the afternoon. Truthfully, I was upset with myself and I took it out on him. What happened in my bedroom made me uncomfortable. In fact, everything that happened since the hospital made me uncomfortable. Max was playing a dangerous game, encouraging me to have fantasies about other men.
I used a box to step up and over the western saddle. I noticed Edwardo leading his own horse out. He wore a tight black shirt and black sheets and cowboy boots. His black shirt stretched tightly over his massive chest. Eduardo caught me looking and he smiled. I looked away, flushed.
Edwardo slipped easily up into the saddle, looking as if he belonged there. He rode a large black that danced around a little as Edwardo hit the saddle. The horse scared me more than usual.
“You’re riding with me,” I said.
“Mr. Allyn says you don’t ride alone,” he said abruptly.
We went out through the gate into the wooded trail at the east pasture. We followed a narrow trail for a mile and then the trail widened. We were facing a wide lake and the morning sun made the water look like glass. Edwardo swung down off his saddle and seemed to be checking his saddle. It seemed his every movement was as graceful as a dancer was. The muscles in his broad back rippled and his shirt tightened as he kneeled and then stood up straight again. I saw a few beads of sweat on his neck.
My eyes fell. Before I knew it, I was staring at his ass. I knew men liked admiring a woman’s ass, but I had never thought I’d be attracted to a man this way. He was just so muscular. I had the sudden vision of him between my legs, and I flushed all over. Damn Max. He started this.
Edwardo turned and I think he caught me staring. I went red and looked quickly back at the lake. Edwardo swung into the saddle again, his strong, muscular legs holding the black motionless. I couldn’t make Calypso so still even jerking back on the reigns.
“”You let the horse rule,” Edwardo said, as if reading my mind.
“What?”
“The horse knows you’re afraid. She senses it. You’ll never be a good rider until you conquer your fears.”
“I’m getting better,” I protested.
“I think you’re afraid of a lot of things,” he said. “Your will is not strong.”
He moved his horse closer to Calypso. I could smell his scent. It was the scent of the woods and of male, almost an animal scent. I realized I was physically responding to him. My nipples grew hard and aching. I gasped for breath. I pulled my horse away and heard his short, barking laugh as we started back.
Max was up and having breakfast on our porch when I returned. Edwardo took the horses. I felt his eyes on my backside as I walked across the yard. Max poured my coffee and orange juice and Louise brought out bacon, eggs, and toast. Max watched me curiously. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.
“Did you enjoy your ride?” Max asked.
“Yes,” I said. “The weather is nice this morning. There’s a breeze out by the lake.”
“And Eduardo was a perfect gentleman of course.”
I looked at Max suspiciously. “Of course.”
Max shrugged his shoulders. “He’s a big fine strapping fellow, isn’t he?”
My heart hammered in my chest. I absolutely did not like the way this conversation was going. I quickly took a sip of coffee so I could avoid Max’s searching eyes.
“You ever fantasized about him, Cat? Be honest with me.”
“No.” I said vehemently.
I think Max knew I was lying.
Max said softly. “I’ve been thinking a lot about this. About what’s happening to me when I start thinking about you and another man? I know I can trust Eduardo. He’s a good man. Maybe we could do this for real.”
I looked at my husband in horror. “You don’t mean that.”
“Hear me out, Cat. I don’t want you to have sex with him.”
“Then what?”
“I want you to make out with him a little. Maybe let him feel your breasts.”
“This is insane, Max.”
“You always promised you’d do anything I desired.”
“Not this. I don’t want to do this. I don’t understand it.”
Max looked unhappy. “I don’t understand it either, Cat. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve been hard twice in one weekend? You know I’ve never had trouble before.”
I felt a stirring of resentment. What was he saying? Was he implying that his other three wives were more satisfying?
“Maybe we should see another doctor,” I suggested.
Max shook his head. “No more doctors. I’m seventy,
Cat. I’m running out of time.”
“Don’t say that, Max.”
“It’s true. I’m just facing reality. I want my last years to be good ones. Sex is always been important to me. We know Viagra didn’t work and that stuff my friend gave me nearly killed me. Hell, you know how I am. I’ve never wanted to share any of possessions, especially not you.”
“I’m not a possession, Max. I’m your wife.”
Max shrugged. “Bad choice of words. But you know it’s true. I’ve never liked to share. But with the time I’ve left, I still want sex. Fantasizing about you with another man is the only thing that gets me hard. I hate it, but I also love it, if that makes sense.”
“I’m not sure it does,” I said.
“So you’re refusing to do this,” he said.
I shook my head. “I won’t refuse you. What is it you want me to do?”
“I’ve already discussed this with Louise and Eduardo,” he said.
“You discussed our sex life with them,” I said irritably.
“Eduardo had to know, of course, but Eduardo is a son to me. He would never share anything with anyone. He keeps my secrets.”
“And Louise?”
He shrugged. “Louise knows everything that goes on around here. It would be hard to keep a secret from her. She understands. Louise had seen a lot in her life.”
I knew my face was three shades of red.
Max continued. “I have to fly to Atlanta for a couple of days, and then we have the meeting with Temple Unlimited on Thursday. I want you at the meeting. So Friday night, maybe. Louise will make supper and then she’ll leave us and go to a movie or something. You’ll wear something sexy and you and Eduardo can sit on the couch in the front room and make out some. It’ll be hot.”
His face was getting red just thinking about it. I was starting to feel ill.
…..
It was an incredibly busy week. Being busy was good because it didn’t give me much time to worry about what was going to happen on Friday night. When Max returned from his business trip, I once again tried to convince him to change his mind. I try to convince him to see another doctor. He only smiled smugly.
On Thursday, we had the meeting with the Temple people. Max told me to wear something short and sexy and I knew why. Jim Thomas was the CEO, and he had stared at me during the entire first meeting we had with Temple. Thursday was more of the same. I wore a short, tight skirt and heels and pretended to be taking notes. Jim Thomas couldn’t keep his eyes off me. He barely paid any attention to Max’s business presentation. At the end, he signed it, still devouring me with his eyes.
Max laughed out loud when Jim reluctantly left the office. “The poor bastard will get back to his office and look those papers over and realize he’s been truly fucked, and not the way he wanted to be.”
“Max,” I protested.
His face softened. “Sorry, sweetheart. I get a rush from this kind of thing. It’s not as good as sex, but it’s a nice high.”
“Is this the way you felt when you ruined my father,” I asked.
It was definitely the wrong thing to say.
His face grew hard. “It’s exactly the way I felt, baby. In fact, the only time I felt better was when I put a leather dog collar around your mother’s neck and walked her around the room. I made her bark like a dog while I spanked her ass. Then I came on her face.”
I gasped for breath. I knew he had mistreated my mother, but he had never described it so lewdly before.
“Would you like to see the pictures?” Max asked.
My mouth open in horror, Max walked to me. He still looked angry. “Yeah, I still have the pictures. I like thinking about my wins. Now, do you want to hear more?”
“No, please,” I said.
Max reached up and touched my hair. “I love you, Cat. I’ve always loved you. But you know how I feel about what your father did to me. I told you I enjoyed my vengeance. Don’t bring that up again, or I swear I’ll make you look at the pictures.”
I shook my head. “I promise I won’t.”
“Good”.
“Can we at least talk about tomorrow,” I said.
“What about tomorrow? Have you changed your mind?”
“I just really don’t want to do this. I think it’s wrong. You really want that man to kiss me, to touch me?”
“No,” he admitted. “But just the thought of it excites me. Maybe I’m sick, baby. I don’t know what’s happening. All I know is that I’m desperate and I want to be hard like I was last weekend. I want to feel like a man.”
“You are a man, Max,” I said. “Getting a hard-on doesn’t make you a man.”
“It’s what I want,” he said.
I saw he wasn’t going to change his mind.
“So?” Max asked.
I shrugged. “I love you. I’ll do what you want.”
“Hot damn,” Max said.
I somehow got through Thursday and Friday. I didn’t talk to Max anymore about changing his mind. It was inevitable. I came home Friday to find that Max had purchased a brand new filmy red negligée and a flimsy robe for me to wear.
“You want me to wear this?” I asked.
“Of course.”
“But Max, this shows a lot.”
“I want Eduardo to see a lot,” he said.
“This is so crazy,” I said.
I showered and put on the outfit and then we had supper like any normal couple. Louise served. I didn’t care for her smirk for most of the meal. Max served his best wine and insisted I have a lot. I didn’t mind that part. I needed it. Eduardo had not showed up yet, but I met Louise in the hall as I came back from a visit to our bedroom. Louise still had the odd smirk on her face.
“You will enjoy Eduardo,” she whispered.
“Excuse me,” I said.
“He has a cock like a horse,” she said.
I stepped back as if she had punched me. She laughed and left me to go back to the kitchen. I heard the front door open and close, and then Max was beside me. He took my elbow as if I might try to escape. I thought about it, but I had no strength. Max walked me into the living room where Eduardo stood near the window looking out at the horse corral and sipping wine. Outside it was raining, one of those savage afternoon thunderstorms. I shuddered.
Eduardo looked different. He was dressed in a black suit with highly polished boots. He wore no tie, but his white shirt was beautifully made. He gave off a sense of power and control that left me feeling breathless.
“The Senora will dance with me,” he said.
I was aware of music playing as Eduardo took me in his powerful arms. I was also aware of Max sitting down on the couch nearby, and sipping his evening sherry. I was surprised at how gently Eduardo held me. I was surprised at how good a dancer, he was. I danced a little in shows in college, but it had been a while. Eduardo whirled me around the room, his strong, lithe body moving easily with the music.
I couldn’t help but enjoy the dance. It had been a long time.
I relaxed a little and he drew me into his embrace. My breasts touched his massive oaken chest. I was aware my nipples were hard immediately, and he knew it too. He smiled. He had very white teeth. I had thought him handsome, but had never really thought how handsome he was. His features seemed chiseled from rock. He could have been a movie star.
“Kiss her,” my husband said.
It was not a fantasy any longer. I stiffened as shock ran through my body. Then Eduardo kissed me. Only a few boys in my life had kissed me, but it had been nothing like this. His lips devoured me. I tried to resist. I fought against wilder urges that shook my body. But when he probed with his tongue, I opened my mouth willingly.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way. I wasn’t supposed to enjoy it. I pressed my lips to his. I stepped forward, closer and realized I was standing barefoot on his boots and he was half-lifting me to reach his lips. Oh Lord, I didn’t want this, and yet I did.
It was just a kiss, but it rocked my body.
I was trembling when he released me. I felt like I would have given way, if he hadn’t had his arms around him. I risked a glance at Max. He was smiling, encouraging. I recognized his expression. He was hot...
In the middle of the big room, Eduardo unbuttoned my robe and slipped it off my shoulders. It dropped to the floor. He kept one arm around my waist and one hand started casually fondling my breast. This was getting way out of control. I wanted to pull away, but his strong hands felt so good on me. I raised my lips for him to kiss me again. His tongue back in my mouth, I simply relaxed against him and gave into his caressing hand. He was rough with me. His calloused palm rubbed my nipple and he squeezed hard. Then he dropped his other hand down to squeeze my ass.
I had to stop it. Max had only wanted me to make out with Eduardo a little. He only wanted a fantasy.
Max should have stopped it. Instead, I saw Max had opened his pants and his cock was free and it was hard.
“Oh Lord,” I said softly.
Eduardo lowered me down onto the floor. He pulled down the straps of my negligée freeing my breasts. I kept waiting for Max to stop it because I knew I couldn’t. My body was burning. Eduardo’s lips touched my nipple. His mouth opened. He sucked on me and I moaned and put my hand behind his head. Eduardo’s mouth opened wide and he took half my breast into his mouth. He sucked and bit gently and it sent a spasm through me. He bit a little harder and I gasped.
His body covered mine. I had no strength to push him away and didn’t even wish to try. I wanted Max to stop it. I could see my husband out of the corner of my eye. He was stroking himself. He looked incredibly hard. I knew it was not going to stop and I gave myself up to Eduardo’s touch.
His hungry mouth moved from one nipple to the other. He bit harder as he found out I wasn’t hurt or protesting. Then his fiery tongue brushed where he had bitten. His spit wet my skin. I kept stroking his head as he continued sucking.