by Lainey Fox
Richard reached down and stroked the erection forming in his pants.
“What would I have done?”
He sighed and stepped outside the washroom. A sudden knock at the door startled Richard from his thoughts.
“Rich? Open up?” asked Jane.
Earlier that Thursday evening, after they returned from the event, Jane seemed extremely happy. She even initiated sex after they were home, and fucked Richard well enough to get him to forget about her and Caesar for a few moments.
Richard opened the door. Jane stood there, smiling concernedly at him. She was wearing a purple night-gown, and looking beautiful as always.
“You won’t come down for dinner, babe?” she asked.
“Yeah. But later. Just don’t have the appetite right no-“
“Should I keep the table set-up for you, then? You can take your time.”
“Sure,” he replied curtly.
An awkward pause hung between the couple.
“Ok, so, Richard..” Jane said, breaking the silence.
“Yes?”
“Is… is something bothering you?”
“Nah I’m alright babe,” he replied truthfully.
“Are you working on a new book or something? What’s occupying you?”
“Er…yeah…yes… kind of..” fumbled Richard.
“Okay,” his wife nodded, smiling at him. “Don’t work too hard, alright?”
“Yes, darling. Good night.”
Jane came closer to her husband and hugged Richard tightly, placing her head on his chest. She snuggled in and kissed it gently.
“I love you, Richard,” she said, refusing to leave him alone.
At that instant, Richard felt an unknown sense of fulfillment. He hugged her back, kissing her head.
“I love you too, darling.”
Closing the door shut, he went back to his computer, looking at all the articles he had previously written about self-help. Some of the books that he had earlier written were scattered aimlessly about his table as well. Sighing, Richard sat back to contemplate what kind of man he was, what he represented, and if he could call his life a happy one.
Immediately, one of his most-quoted lines surfaced to his mind.
“To be a human being, in the true sense of the term, is to live a life of freedom, while also respecting (at the same time) the freedom of those that are around you.”
Richard thought about Jane: what a wonderful person she was, how nice she had always been to him, how she stood by him since as long back as Richard could recall. It was not her fault that he was unable to sexually appease her. He never had that much of a sex-drive himself… he was more of the loving type… the type that preferred a long-term relationship to a one-night-stand… the kind of person that looked beyond the physicality of his beloved, and loved her in heart and spirit. He simply did not give two hoots about petty physicality.
For a split-second, Richard thought how letting his wife go scot-free could make him the butt-end of numerous jokes… among his friends, colleagues and even maybe, his relatives. Richard thought of all these and was just about to get mildly scared of his reputation and masculinity when another of his quotes came to mind…
“A man walks his path, and stands alone, if he must. Should a man decide to dedicate himself to an ideal or cause, he remains unwavering…despite what his friends might say… despite how his enemies may jeer… despite the whole society should decide to shun him.”
Feeling more fulfilled about practicing what he preached, Richard felt he was right in how he felt, and he ought not offer any explanation to anybody he did not want to…
The next emotion that confronted Mr. Goodman was that of jealousy. Why should Jane have all the fun? Fucking around with whoever she pleases? What did he get out of it?
The answer to this, as if waiting for expression in Richard’s subconscious, sprang at him instantly. The moment it dawned on him, he cringed, as if ashamed of the answer…
He liked it.
Somewhere deep in Richard’s mind, it was strangely satisfying to see the woman he had been sleeping with for so long fuck a total stranger. It, without reservation, turned him on. He was sure of it. As soon as this realization dawned onto him, Richard felt two emotions simultaneously.
The first emotion was awkwardness, a sense of getting freaked-out, and maybe some complex guilt. Reminding himself again of his ideals, Richard easily shunned these emotions away. The second emotion, this one that absolutely dominated him, possessed his flesh, made him feel unexplainably powerful, was a sense of taboo… of breaking the norm.
Richard Goodman, who had for years championed the cause of the righteous instead of the rebel, the sheep instead of the wolf, and the norm instead of the exception, felt insanely adventurous and horny at this new possibility. It was as if the stars had themselves conspired to reveal unto him his hidden beastly nature, which had been so immaculately repressed until that time, a twin-spawn of his one-sided soul, that he unreservedly wanted to explore.
Richard felt the bulge in his pants. Spreading his legs apart, he stood on the ground this time feeling like a powerful man. He touched his crotch, and then grabbed it tight, feeling hornier by the second.
Picking his smartphone out of his jeans-pocket, he dialed Caesar Wile’s number, one which he had unwillingly registered into his gadget, hoping never to use it in that lifetime. However, the situation had now starkly changed. He needed to speak with Caesar badly, before he changed his mind.
“Yeah?” said a husky voice from the other end.
“Mr. Wiles, have you been-“
“From your voice…Richard Goodman, is it?” Caesar’s perception was stunning.
“How the hell did you know who I wa-“
“For fuck’s sake, Goofman, the hell you doing calling me past midnight?”
“How busy are you on Sunday?”
“What’s it to you, Goofman?”
“No tell me. It’s in both of our good interests…”
“Eh? I ain’t collaborating with you on any of your stupid books, y’know…and anyway, why are you even calling me this late?”
“Calm down, Mr. Wiles” Richard wasn’t intimidated at all. Reasonable would be the perfect adjective to describe his vocal tone. “Please… what are you doing this Sunday…say past noon?”
“Well I do have places to be. Nothing on Sunday at noon though. But I have to leave the state on Monday morning. Which means, I would really appreciate a good weekend’s rest.”
Richard paused for a moment before belching the next words out, as if to let Caesar talk out to his heart’s fill.
“I figure you fancy my wife, Jane?”
Caesar took some time to breathe.
“The hell you mean, Mr. Goodman? I’m really not in the mood for some late night joke-“
“I saw you two together. I know,” Richard retorted.
“You know what, exactly?” Caesar sounded audibly irritated.
“That you fucked my wife-“
“Hey hey hey! Wait a second now…waait a second…you’re waaay out of line-“
“I don’t have a problem with it,” Richard calmly answered.
“What?”
Smiling silently to him self, Richard spoke on in a very consistent, well-measured tone
“Mr Wiles, there are some things I would have you know… or rather… have you understand….”
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“Yeah… good morning… I’m on my way…” Caesar answered, clearly just waking up that Sunday morning.
“Be here in an hour, like we talked, alright?” Richard confirmed.
“Yeah, sure” Caesar smirked.
Richard couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Hanging up, he poured himself a glass of morning whiskey as he liked it… neat, with a little ice.
“Any plans to go out today, dear?” Jane mindlessly asked, serving both of them breakfast.
“Nothing much. Just that, I’ve invited a guest over
for lunch,” Said her husband, without glancing to look at her.
“Guest? Lunch? Oh god, I have nothing arranged for-“
“Don’t worry, hon. I’ve got it covered,” smiled Richard. “Also, it was more of a spur of the moment thing.”
“So…” smiled Jane, mindfully smearing the brown-breads with butter, a tad bit impressed to find her husband act so spontaneous all of a sudden. “Who is this guest that will be gracing our home today?”
“Caesar-“
“Wiles???” she cut him off.
“Yeah…”
“You invited Caesar Wiles to… lunch?”
Richard laughed.
“It’s perfectly alright, dear. We have come to terms over the past few days. He’ll be going out to Chicago tomorrow morning so we won’t be seeing him for a while now-“
“How the hell did you and Caesar become friends?” Jane asked.
Richard noted the informal tone in which Jane mentioned Caesar’s name… he didn’t reply. All he did, was wait for Caesar’s arrival.
Chapter 2
At precisely 2 p.m. rang the doorbell to the Goodman Residence. Richard welcomed Caesar inside and brought him a glass of red wine after offering him a seat on the luxurious couch in the drawing room.
“Drink it, young man…” he told Caesar “Take in the ambience, and do anything that you find comfortable-“
“You mean me to chill the hell out right, Richard?”
Caesar snickered, looking around at their house, acknowledging it all, but not star struck, as many guests in the past have been. Clearly, Caesar Wiles was use to luxury. Absolutely un-perplexed, he looked Richard in the eye.
“Your wife knows about this, right?”
Rich barely smiled. “I’ll send her to you shortly.”
Richard went up to their room to find her wife in the washroom, adjusting her dress, with a submissive expression on her face. She had not expected the man she had cheated on her husband with to be coming to her house for lunch. Richard had shown an absolutely unknown side to her that afternoon. Bringing her to their room, he had gently explained to her all that he thought about the recent events. About his further plans involving Caesar and how he wanted him to please her.
“But why?” Jane had asked, flabbergasted.
“Because I want you to be happy, to be fulfilled, to be satisfied.” said her husband, calmer than ever before.
Jane was wearing a loose, accessible one-piece dress, chosen carefully by her husband this time. Jane couldn’t believe any of this was actually happening. Richard had also allowed her absolute liberty as to the choice of lingerie.
Stepping up to his wife, Richard grabbed her ass sensuously from the back, while touching her waist with the other arm. Both of them looked at the mirror that was facing them.
“You ready, darling?” Richard whispered into her wife’s ear.
Jane didn’t reply. She couldn’t look straight into her husband’s eyes. However, she felt quite a noticeable bulge between his legs.
“This turns my husband on? For real?” Asked Jane to herself. It was truly unexpected.
“He’s waiting for you on the couch. Go to him.”
“What about you-“ she asked tepidly.
“I’ll watch.”
“Are you not coming with me?”
“A bit later,” smiled her husband. “Go on now”
Caesar was helping himself to some more wine when he spotted the dusky shapely woman mildly cat-walk down the stairs. Laughing at how funny he thought everything was, he did however forget about his appointment at Florida almost entirely, as Jane drew closer to him. He rose from the couch.
“Jane,” said he, seductively.
“Caesar,” Jane smiled.
Grabbing Jane suddenly by her arm, Caesar pulled her as close to him as physically possible. Jane’s breasts were pressing deep into his chest.
“Let’s pick up from where we left off before, shall we?” winked Wiles.
“Oh? Did we leave something to be picked up from?” Jane cooed coyly.
“Damn! You sensuous vixen.”
Ceasar pushed her down on a nearby couch before proceeding to unbutton his shirt in mere moments. He threw it aside to reveal his well-toned physique. Unable to control herself any longer, Jane pounced on him, grabbing his whole torso, licking his chest wildly, then proceeding to gently tease his nipples with her tongue.
However, Caesar was having none of that. He quickly grabbed her by her hair and pulled her head back, so that she was looking up straight into his eyes now.
“You need to be fucked well, you whore” said Caesar, nearly spitting into her mouth.
With a quick motion Caesar grabbed Jane’s dress and split it with bestial force, revealing her navy-blue silken bra, through which her nipples protruded solidly.
“At least that’s what your husband seems to believe.”
Jane stood in her drawing room, her dress half-torn at the top, her legs wrapped tightly around Caesar’s waist. The young, hungry man adeptly unlocked her bra from her back, letting the blue silken piece slide on to the white marble floor. Her legs wrapped around his whole being, Caesar now felt her whole torso with his strong, muscular arms as Jane shivered with goose bumps.
Raw bestiality overcame the passionate couple as they kissed as if they were one, licking each other’s faces, biting their lips, both of their faces covered with sweat and spit and smeared lipstick.
Toppling and hobbling and kissing, the couple fell onto the couch, with Jane on top of Caesar, kissing him down his neckline to his chest down to his waist, and then impatiently moving on to unzipping his pants. She slid his underwear down upon which a huge dick sprung out, standing quite upright, proud of its height.
Jane felt like she could never have enough of this man’s cock. Brushing back her hair, she put her lips around it, feeling each nerve on his penis with her lips, gliding down to the very roots till she reached his balls, and then sliding back up to the head of his member. All of his cock was bathed with her saliva. Caesar closed his eyes to get a grip on himself. He was aroused beyond comprehension.
With her dress still half-torn, Jane slid up onto him, pushing his dick into her cleavage. Her shapely ebony breasts engulfed his large cock with soft sensuous skin. Caesar slightly moaned as Jane fucked him with her breasts.
“Ah! Oh! Damn!” Caesar kept moaning as he felt his dick being absolutely engorged in rich ebony skin.
Sliding back, Caesar pushed Jane against the couch, and felt up her legs till he reached her ass.
“Spread your legs,” he commanded.
Jane complied, spreading her legs wide to reveal her dark, shaved, inviting pussy to the ravenous young man.
“With a little surprise,” he commented. “No panties?”
“Not today,” Jane winked. “Richard allowed me to wear whatever I wanted…except the dress…”
“Which I tore anyway,” chuckled Caesar. “A helluva husband you’ve found yourself I must say, lady”
Jane smiled.
“Are you gonna please me now?” she asked shyly.
“Not before I get it wet,” smirked Caesar as he swiftly pushed his index finger deep into her; making Jane moan loudly.
Concentrating on his craft, Caesar started working his fingers into the moaning woman. Jane responded to every thrust, wiggling to keep her wits about her. Feeling her get a little bit wetter with each move, Caesar only increased his speed; relentlessly fingering her pussy.
It wasn’t long before Jane came, completely coating Caesar’s fingers in her fluids.
“Aaaaaah! Yes! Caesar…stop…Caesar. It’s toooo much.”
But Caesar didn’t stop. Bending closer down to her pussy, Caesar gently put his fingers out, but immediately replaced them with his hungry tongue. He lapped at her pussy, drinking up her cum while eliciting even more of the sweet liquid.
“mmm.. I love this smell…I love this taste,” said he to himself as if in a trance.
&nbs
p; While licking his new lover’s pussy, Caesar simultaneously rubbing her clitoris with the fingers from his other hand, gently brushing it vertically. The pleasure that Jane felt from this dual stimulation seemed indescribable to her, such was its intensity. But she couldn’t stick to any of it for long. For Caesar was ever-changing in his patterns of pleasuring her.