Xavier cupped her ass, and gritted his teeth. “Oh, you're a hungry little slut, aren't you?”
She was. Rachel was a cock-hungry little slut and she liked that even Xavier had no idea just how cock hungry and dirty she had been. Her pussy spasmed around his cock and she opened her mouth in pleasure.
Xavier began to hammer himself into her, and she clung to his body and held herself steady as he did. Juices dripped down to her ass and all over his hands, and she came in no time at all, shrieking a little when she did.
And then she bit her lip, and let Xavier pound her hard, thinking only to the moment she really wanted, when his cock burst inside of her and filled her up with hot cum.
Rachel's legs dropped and Xavier slid out of her. He was panting.
“Damn, Rachel Elliot,” he said.
She grinned and dropped to the ground to get her panties and slide them up under her skirt. They were cold; they had been soaked when she dropped them to the floor. The cool, wet thong nestled between her ass and she felt another twinge of excitement.
She kissed Xavier, and there was something exciting about doing it with a dirty mouth. She could scarcely believe that she was already turned on again, already plotting her next adventure, with Josh.
“Don't worry about the video,” she said. “Something will turn up.”
Xavier took a step back from her, as though he couldn't believe what he was hearing.
“So sure of yourself,” he said, but it wasn't really in reference to finding or not finding the video.
Rachel scooted her skirt down and shrugged.
But she was sure of herself. There had been a minute, when she was coming down off her high of orgasmic sluttiness, that she had started thinking about consequences and her actions and feeling out of control.
But now, the craving was back again, and she was thinking about the creme-colored lingerie she had bought originally for Xavier, and where it was, and how she could get home and get it on before Josh got home, so she could tell him all about the very bad things she'd done this afternoon.
Her pussy was already throbbing, in fact, with a desire to do just that.
She kissed Xavier on the mouth and scooted down the stairs to his still disbelieving stare. “Gotta run,” she said.
I 'VE BEEN VERY NAUGHTY
The door to the house was unlocked when Josh arrived home, which was a pleasant surprise but a bit foreboding, given the problems he had, and the fact that all of them revolved around Rachel.
She was not in the kitchen, and she seemed to have entered in some kind of hurry. Her shoes were flung at the shoe stand, and her keys were teetering from the edge of the counter as though she'd tossed them and they'd skated across the counter. All very unlike Rachel.
Josh's stomach filled with dread.
“I'm back here, honey,” her voice called out.
Josh perked his ears up toward the sound. She didn't sound distressed.
She sounded...playful.
Sexy.
His cock took over and began to get hard.
He went to the hallway, and was surprised to see Rachel's figure in the doorway.
“I've been very, very naughty,” she purred. “But I think I've solved all of our problems.”
Josh stared at the woman in the doorway of the bedroom. She was hanging playfully with both hands on the door frame. Her blonde hair was tousled, as though she had just been with a lover in the other room. And perhaps she had. He felt his cock pulse with the thought.
She was wearing some get-up he had never seen before. It was a cream-colored bodice that tied together at the center with laces that were begging to be ripped apart. Her breasts and the sides of her creamy torso were encased in a delicate lace. A cream bikini-bottom with loose garter clips covered her bare pussy. The entire outfit gave off both the flavor of a bride and a prostitute, and it was erotic as fuck.
This woman, Josh thought, was not his wife.
She looked like his wife. The same long lashes on the doe-eyes. The upturned nose and the jovially pouty mouth. But this woman was possessed by an energy Josh had never known Rachel to have.
She was pulling him in with her eyes and her flirty, playful hanging from the door frame. “Don't you want to know what it is?” she said, and her voice had dropped to a lurid whisper.
He dropped his briefcase, which he had been clinging to, stupefied, without realizing it. He must have look confused beyond all reason, because she helped him. She leaned closer and reached out with one hand to pull him a step closer with his tie. “That I've done?” she clarified.
His cock was hardening like cement. His brain was screaming at him, screaming at him that some detail was terribly wrong here. But his brain was not able to get through to him. Josh could only feel the pulsing of his cock.
Rachel let go of the door frame, but not his tie, and she popped toward him. He could smell a lot of scents mingling on her skin, but none of them were the scent of a fresh lean shower. Whatever naughty thing Rachel had done still lingered on her.
And she wanted it that way.
Josh's eyes fell to the two creamy mounds propped up in the lace of the bodice. Her hazelnut nipples were visible through the skimpy fabric, and he could see that they were hard little pebbles. He slid his hands over the soft lace and tried to get beneath the fabric, but Rachel was slipping away from him, falling to her knees.
She unbuckled his pants, and tore his boxers down. She was doing this now with such a practiced ease that Josh wondered if she had more practice than she was letting on; more that she had with him.
“I'll just show you,” she said, and she filled her mouth with the head of his cock. Her tongue moved around the smooth skin of his glans, then she began to dig into the tender flesh beneath the ridge of his helmet. He shuddered. The shaft of his cock was screaming for the feel of her mouth. She grasped him, but her hand stayed where it was while she lent all of her attention to his glans. Her probing, fierce little tongue went now to the hole of his penis, and then back around the smooth bulb of his head.
“I'll show you first,” she said, stroking his cock with her hand, “and then I'll tell you who I did it with.”
She pulled him inside of her mouth, all the way to the base of his cock, just as the meaning of her words slapped him, cold and hard.
He could feel the way that Rachel smiled. He knew she was smiling because his cock had almost surged into her mouth. She slurped and bobbed over his shaft, taking him deep into her mouth and throat.
He placed his own hands on the door frame to steady himself, and watched as his wife sucked his cum from deep inside of him.
He yelled as he came, and she grasped his shaft and held it inside of her mouth, halfway buried in her throat.
He felt himself unloading in her mouth, and the words she had just spoken seemed to squeeze it out of him like a vice: then I'll tell you who, then I'll tell you who.
She released him, and tipped her head back. Josh stared, as she opened her mouth, and let him look down at the creamy cum pooled in the back of her throat, before she smiled and swallowed it.
Then this woman who was not his wife hopped up, her eyes twinkling.
“I think I've solved the problem, and maybe we can have some fun with it, too. But first,” she stroked her breasts at the edge of the lingerie bodice, “I have to finish telling you about my afternoon.”
Josh stared at her. “I don't know if I can...”
Rachel backed up. She slid her panties down, one delicious inch at a time. Josh was still too blown-away by what she had just done to feel like he could have enough energy for what she seemed to want.
“How about I tell you what I did, and we'll see if you can?”
And she was right, of course. She had only to sit on the bed, her fingers dipping playfully into her red cunt, her juices welling up, Xavier's creamy cum gushing out with them and coating her legs, while she explained that after she sucked down this other man's cum, she let Xavier pound his big, th
ick cock into her in the stairwell. While Xavier kissed her dirty mouth...
And Josh was suddenly able, quite easily, to perform again.
T HE REVEAL
“Oh fuck.”
Josh held his fingers to eyes and tried to summon the brightest, and therefore the loudest, stars he could manage by pressing dangerously firmly against his eyeballs. It was all he could do. “Fuck.”
Rachel was still next to him, poised like tigress on the bed.
Arthur. Josh racked his brains for an image of the man: dark hair, blue eyes...not bad-looking. Jerk. Real wheeling-dealing managerial type. “Alpha male twat,” Rachel had called him.
Oh fuck, this had all gotten so out of control.
“Why?” he seethed. He thrust his hand away from his face. “I mean, why Arthur? Why are you sure it's Arthur?”
He looked at Rachel. He was shocked to see that instead of looking worried, or apologetic, she had an amused expression on her face. A face full of confidence – which is something that Rachel had always had, but it had been a different kind. This was like a woman who had emerged from a chrysalis, a fully-formed...something. Something not like his old wife at all.
“He as much as admitted it to me,” she said casually. “And now he'll ask for something like a night with me. But this is the best part, right? Because it's all win for us. And then we get the video back.” She shrugged.
“He admitted it to you, how?” Josh snapped.
Rachel became annoyed. “It has to be him.” Then her expression changed and she folded her feet under her excitedly. “I figured out that it was him, right, because I -”
“How? How could you have possibly figured out that it was Arthur?” Josh practically yelled.
“I was about to tell you,” Rachel snapped.
Josh was shaking his head in disbelief.
“I got the fob records for the night the video was made,” Rachel began.
Josh's stomach went cold.
“And then I eliminated everyone but him. Then I went to his office and I was like, 'Arthur, I know it was you,'” she imitated Al Pacino in The Godfather, but her Australian accent destroyed it, “and he was like, 'we can work something out.'”
“It's not him,” Josh said flatly. “Oh god. Oh god, what the fuck did he say, exactly, that made you think it was him?!”
He was asking the wrong questions now, or at least questions that didn't matter. Flinging blame in every direction but the one that deserved it most: himself. He knew that, but he couldn't stop.
“What are you on about?” Rachel seethed. “It's sorted. I thought you'd be happy.”
“It isn't him,” Josh repeated. Now his voice was quiet, and serious.
This made Rachel, who was about to go over the edge with runaway anger, pause.
She stared at him. He could see that a bad feeling was brewing inside of her.
“What do you mean, 'it isn't him?'” She sat up and then sat back down on her legs. She folded her arms.
Josh covered his face. “Oh fuck,” he said.
Rachel was going to kill him. At the very least divorce him.
He had gone too far. Far, far too far, and now his wife had demeaned herself with her boss.
Unless...
There was always the possibility that Rachel had actually enjoyed it. She certainly didn't seem to be horrified by it when she had her mouth around his cock. Or when she had practically gargled with his cum.
The two competing forces of jealousy and arousal ignited in Josh again.
“Fuck,” he repeated.
Rachel pulled her knees up to her chin. “Fuck, what, Josh?”
“This whole thing is so far out of control,” he muttered.
He had no idea where he was going to go after that. Rachel could have said almost anything at that moment. She just gave a strange, strange laugh, into her knees. Almost like a hiccup.
“You're telling me,” she said.
Josh whipped his head around to her. The whole thing suddenly seemed so comical. “What are we doing?” he said.
Rachel pressed her forehead into her knees. “Josh, I don't know. I don't know. It's like...you're right, you know, when you say, 'it's out of control.' That's how I feel. But then...ugh. I don't know. I just sort of lose myself in it.”
“What do you...”
“I just really...oh, I don't know. I don't even know how to explain it. It's like, I don't know, like a drug addiction. Like cigarettes or something. I'm always like, 'I'll quit,' and then I get a craving, and...I don't know, it's getting worse. Yeah, look...I don't even know how we got here. I don't even know what I'm doing, giving my boss a blowjob, in the middle of the afternoon, and then coming home to tell you about it...like, what is this? Who are we?”
“I have to tell you something!” Josh blurted.
Rachel looked alarmed.
“It's about...okay. Okay look, please try to understand before you react, okay? Because I was feeling the same way you were, right? I was out of control, and then I...” Josh looked around the room frantically, as if the words at the end of his sentence were a lost pair of keys or something.
“Did you sleep with someone?” Rachel asked.
“What? No. God, no. Something worse than that. Something...a very bad idea, okay? I had a very. Bad. Idea.” Josh had no air left in lungs after he expelled the final word.
There was a pregnant, almost terrifying pause. Rachel's face was contorted into a strange expression while she tried to imagine what it could be, and Josh could not believe that he would have to admit to this thing that she would never, ever think of.
Really, a betrayal.
But he had done it out of...he didn't know. Some kind of reckless love.
How to explain that?
A hundred different sentences occurred to them, and so when he opened his mouth to speak he tripped all over the first words and sounded like he was gargling. Rachel's face broke into a smile, and then she snorted and covered her mouth. “I'm sorry,” she said quickly, waving her hand in the air in front of him.
The scene, though entirely different in context, reminded Josh – almost painfully – of when they had first met. He had been a much more awkward geek outwardly than he was now, but Josh had never really suffered from insecurities about himself because of that. A lot of women seemed to want to treat him as if he should, though, and it both annoyed and confused him. One of the things he had found most endearing about Rachel was that she laughed outright at him, exactly as she was now, and then tried to cover it up but only made herself laugh more.
The nostalgic feeling smashed through him. He had second thoughts about telling the truth.
Rachel was looking at him.
“I'm the one who blackmailed you. Or, I am. I am blackmailing you. Well, not really of course, because the money will be...look, it isn't Arthur, is what I'm trying to...”
Rachel's face had twisted into an almost gnomish expression.
“What?!” she said finally.
He started to talk, but before he could say anything she was shaking her head. “I don't understand. I don't understand what you're saying at all.”
Which meant that, in a way, she did.
“How does one 'blackmail' his own wife...what are you even saying? Can you...? What the fuck are you talking about?!!! You put...and the website? You did that too? You put that fucking video on the bloody internet? You complete.....fucking....fuck.” Her sentence had begun as though it would fly off into outer space, and then instead deflated. She seemed almost calm as she hissed 'fuck' between her teeth.
A silence. Josh's mind was careening in all different directions.
“Why? Why in the hell would you...?”
Josh put his head back in his hands. “I don't know. Jealousy? I thought...fuck, Rachel, you know what? I don't know what I thought. I thought, I couldn't come to you and say, 'I asked you to do this thing,' and then I wasn't sure about it, and so now I want you to stop...and then there was, well...it's like
with you. I liked it. Yeah. That was the problem.” He lifted his head and looked at the wall, saying this last part with the conviction of a man who has thought something a hundred times but only just seen the truth of it. “I liked it. I loved it. I was out of control. I didn't know what I wanted, so I just...I kept doing a little piece of it, one piece at a time, and then one day it was just...done.”
Silence again.
And then Rachel let out another snort. “It's so....stupid,” she said.
And this was true, Josh realized. It was very, very true.
Josh nodded his head enthusiastically, still staring at the wall, his fingers still on his lips. In spite of himself, the stupidity of his actions was making him smile.
He turned to his wife. He was suddenly serious. He put his hand on her knee. “I wanted a way out. I didn't know how to say to you...” he exhaled sharply, “'I love you, and I love what you're doing, but I want you to stop, but I don't.'”
It was Rachel's turn to put her fingers to her eyes. “Just like that. That's what you should have said.”
“It's harder than that.”
“Moron.” Then she changed her voice suddenly. Evidently she regretted saying it like that. “I know,” she said, comfortingly. “I could have...said something to you, too.”
Another silence, a friendlier one, took over the room.
“So what was your idea?” Rachel said suddenly. “You would blackmail me and I would, what? Hate Xavier?”
Josh shrugged. “Or just think: 'oh, this was too risky, I have to stop.'”
“Oh, it's really...” she cooed. “Really quite ballsy, don't you think?”
“It was going to go wrong. I knew that from the beginning,” Josh admitted. “But I did it...”
“...for love,” Rachel offered. Her tone was half-sarcastic, but there was some tenderness in it, too.
She reached out and took his hand. “Oh I do love you, you bloody idiot.”
He squeezed her hand, and tried to remain composed. But really, his heart was in turmoil. He was on a high. Rachel had said exactly what he had hoped she would say, and he was starting to feel like he had the reassurance he wanted, but couldn't ask for.
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