by Viva Fox
I tugged at her wrists again, bringing her closer to me, and I breathed in her warm skin. My lips met her neck, her collarbone, pulling delicate skin into my mouth. Her hands wriggled in my grasp. She could easily have moved them away. I gave her wrists a soft squeeze and she stilled them, submitting herself to me, giving me her trust, her body.
And then he was there, behind Macy, his hands on her waist and his lips pressed to the shell of her ear. The air shifted around us, becoming warmer, heavier with Brenn so near. The inaudible words he was whispering to her made her moan against my lips and I swallowed her sounds.
His hands moved between Macy and me, pulling up her shirt. I released my grip on her wrists, allowing him to slide it off. With her arms free, Macy slid the buttons of my shirt free, fingers greedy to pull the fabric away and move her hands over my chest. I shivered under her touch.
I stood and her legs slid down my body until she was touching the floor. I curled my fingers into the waistband of her jeans, and with her silent permission, I slid the button free and pushed them down. Once she stepped out of them I ran my hands down her smooth body until I was gripping her perfect ass, raising her onto me again, feeling her warm center against me.
I felt the familiar tug of Brenn’s hands on my belt, his firm grip dragging down, his eyes locking with mine over her shoulder. I saw his need, his desire to make this happen. And fuck it, so did I. I needed to know if she really could trust me like Brenn. Love me like Brenn. All my angst dissolved like salt in the rain under their touch on my body.
Brenn grabbed onto my hips, walking us back to the wall. His one arm snaked around Macy’s waist, supporting her, while his other hand pinched at the stiff peaks of her nipples. Low moans filled the room and my cock began begging for attention.
I traced her seam with the head, so warm and sweet, before pushing in. Her body tensed around me, squeezing me. I thrust into her with a pace that belied the need I felt building. Something about this moment made me not want to rush this.
Macy leaned her head against Brenn’s shoulder, a moan leaving her lips, her fingers lacing into my hair. I braced my hands on his shoulders, no longer able to resist her lips. Brenn continued to tease her tits, his hands trapped between us, his mouth on her neck working her from behind. Macy’s lips pulled and teeth nipped. Her hunger matched mine and I fought hard to keep my pace even.
Brenn’s hand threaded itself into Macy’s at the back of my neck and his mouth broke away from her, seeking mine. And then it was Brenn and me, the old familiarity enveloping. The one constant in my life, the one thing that made everything else seem less shitty. And permeating Brenn’s grip was Macy, all soft curves and hunger.
Each gentle caress from her small hand was tempered by a nip, a long run of her finger nails along my chest, an indecent oath whispered from perfect lips. I lost track of whose hands were where, whose scent filled my nose. It was both of them, all of them.
I had wanted to take her as far as she’d let me and to see if a future here for all of us was even possible, but with every one of her caressing touches, every moan of pleasure she let go she was proving it to me.
My restraint snapped, hips pumping into her with abandon. The sound of skin against skin, the scent of arousal, the tightness of her pussy contracting against me did me in. The sound of our moans echoed in unison. Feeling Brenn’s grip on me tighten and Macy tremble in my arms undid me. I came hard inside of her, pulsing with pleasure and sweet release.
I hadn’t realized how tight we had all been holding onto one another until I stepped back to let Macy slide down to her feet and I felt the heaviness in my limbs. With swollen lips and no trace of regret, Macy smiled up at me. Her pure acceptance, her willingness to trust when I showed nothing but resistance got to me and I smiled at her.
“I guess there’s no going back from that.”
Brenn turned her in his arms and kissed her in earnest before stepping in to touch his lips to mine. He led the way to his bedroom and as we settled into bed, all slick with sweat, Brenn threw an arm around my waist and pulled my back close to him. Macy curled up against me, long hair dancing across my arm and soft breaths cooling my skin.
“This can be as simple or as complicated as we make it.” He said from behind me, and I understood. Resisting their pull would be like trying to stop a freight train.
“True. And I know how much you hate to complicate life with trivial things. Like birth control, for example.
He laughed into my skin. “A baby doesn’t complicate things, Mic. Just the opposite.”
“How so?” Macy asked, voice thick with sleep.
“It means that we’ll always share a link between us. No matter what happens there’s proof that we love each other. That we’re a family.”
Fucking Brenn. I hated it when he was right.
I smiled against the top of Macy’s head, my hands finding their way to her soft belly, caressing the smooth skin there. Ceremonies and rings never held much appeal for me. Those things could be broken and tarnished as easily as words. This feeling, though, a bond that held Macy to Brenn and both off them to me was something that promised to last a lifetime.
Dirty Obsessions
Chapter 1
The Bradley couple has been married for ten years. As teenagers, they were high school sweethearts, who were inseparable. She was the good girl and he was the football player. It was the typical high school relationship, except for the fact that Charlotte was a freak in the sheets and Cooper was actually pretty submissive when it came to sex.
As they grew up, becoming high school seniors, their relationship grew rather provocative, until they were fucking each other under the school bleachers after each of Cooper’s games. Charlotte loved it.
Their relationship made her feel naughty and strong. She always felt a hit of adrenaline anytime she was with Cooper. While they were both in high school, she couldn’t get enough of Cooper Bradley.
Then after high school, Cooper popped the question. It was the happiest day of Charlotte’s life. She, of course, said yes as he got down on one knee and pulled out a beautiful diamond ring. They got married in the summer between high school and college.
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This had been ten years ago. Now everything was different. Charlotte was no longer intoxicated by the thought of Cooper. Yes, she was still in love with him or she would have left him long ago, but it seemed she was no longer attracted to him.
The biggest problem in their relationship was sex. Their sex life was in jeopardy and Charlotte didn’t know why. She wished she could figure it out, but it seemed like the more she thought about it, the worse it got. She knew it wasn’t normal or healthy for their relationship, but what could she do when her husband no longer made her wet?
They were already twenty-eight years old and reaching the taboo age of thirty, where everything goes downhill. As a married couple, without children, they were supposed to be living life to the fullest. They were supposed to travel and fuck like bunnies, but instead they lived on opposite sides of the house barely talking to each other. Charlotte didn’t want to live like this anymore. But what could she do?
Chapter 2
August 25th. It was the Bradley ten year anniversary, a hallmark in any relationship, but for some reason, Charlotte felt like it was just another day. Why should this day be any different from any other day?
She expected Cooper would try and scramble something together for their special day, but at the end of the night, Charlotte was almost sure she would find herself unimpressed. She felt so frustrated. It felt like she would never be happy again. She knew it wasn’t fair to Cooper for her to be mopey since he was trying so hard to keep her happy, but Charlotte couldn’t help it. She felt like her life was in a rut.
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If this had been their first or second anniversary, Charlotte would have taken the day off of work in order to fuck and celebrate with her husband, but this year, she took a double shift at work. It was as if Charlotte did
n’t want to go home at all. In a way, it was true. She didn’t want to face the disappointment she was about to experience.
Eventually, however, Charlotte found herself opening the door to her home. Any other year, she would have been excited about coming home to Cooper. In their early marriage, Cooper had a habit of surprising her anytime she worked late, but lately that tradition had vanished. Charlotte wished she knew what had happened to their marriage but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t find the trigger that had pushed their marriage into a rut.
Charlotte opened the door now. She suddenly felt Cooper wrapping his arms around her tightly, leaning her back, kissing her hard. He wrapped one of her legs around his waist, as he continued to lean her back until her head was almost touching the ground.
Cooper had always loved the fact that Charlotte was a dancer and thus capable of being very flexible. It always added to their fun.
Cooper continued to kiss his wife, hard. His lips were smacked against hers. He kissed her passionately as if a fire had ignited inside of him. Charlotte was a little surprised by this sudden onset of excitement. She decided to play along, hoping that tonight would turn their marriage around.
She placed her hands on his cheeks, kissing him hard. Her tongue started to force her way into his mouth. Charlotte had always been the more dominant one in their marriage. She took command now, pushing him into the counter as she kissed him even harder. She was determined to relight the fire in their relationship.
She tangled her hands in his hair, pulling it slightly as she pressed their crotches together. She could feel his hardening member press against her thigh and smirked. She was definitely turning him on. However, when she thought about it, she realized that she was bone dry. She suddenly stopped kissing him, disappointed. There was a time in their relationship, where just his look was enough to make her wet. Now, not even a kiss was enough.
She pulled away, frustrated. Cooper sighed. The night was going in such a good direction. What had happened? Was it something he did? Cooper didn’t want to ask. He didn’t want to make Charlotte angry, so he stayed quiet before saying softly, “I made dinner…”
Charlotte was frustrated but didn’t want to take it out on her husband. She decided to play out the night out and see where it went. There was something in her chest telling her it would be a disappointment, but she decided to give it the benefit of the doubt.
She turned around, looking at her husband now. “Thanks, honey, what did you make?” She asked, pretending to be interested, even though she wasn’t at all hungry. Her mouth felt like it was full of acid. She felt sick to her stomach.
Cooper smiled at her, thinking she was genuinely interested and hungry. “I made your favorite! Lamb chops!” Cooper looked at her, waiting for her reaction. He wanted nothing more than to make her happy.
He had noticed that their marriage was taking a turn. It wasn’t the same anymore and he wanted that to change. This was why he had put so much effort into preparing for their anniversary. He had planned everything: dinner, dessert, after dinner entertainment, and, of course, the romantic night to follow. There was no doubt in his mind that things would change tonight.
Chapter 3
Despite Cooper’s best intentions things did not go as smoothly as he had hoped. Dinner had ended up being hopelessly awkward for the both of them. He had pulled out the good wine, but even that tasted bitter in his mouth as he watched his wife barely touch her food. Was she sick? Was she having another one of her bad nights?
Cooper just wanted to find out what had happened to their marriage. When he was newly married everything in the world seemed perfect and now it seemed like everything was falling apart. Cooper was trying to pick up the pieces but all he did was cut himself on all the broken pieces. Even tonight, when he was trying so hard to fix their marriage, everything seemed to be going astray. He hated it.
Despite these feelings, Cooper could not stop the awkwardness that consumed the dinner table as they ate their anniversary dinner. Cooper prayed that dessert and after dinner entertainment would turn things around but even that fell short. It seemed like nothing would work to get his old wife back.
Eventually, they were sitting on opposite sides of the couch watching some romantic comedy. Charlotte was looking into her glass of wine, staring at her reflection. What had changed? She tried to figure out in their marriage had changed so drastically. Was it her? Cooper? It didn’t even feel like they were married anymore.
Cooper stole a glance at his wife as the movie moved toward its end. What was he supposed to do? Should he continue with his plans for the night or just give up since nothing seemed to be working? He looked at his wife again, wondering if the last part of his plan would work.
When they were younger, Cooper just had to look at Charlotte to make her wet, now it seemed like despite his best efforts he couldn’t satisfy her anymore. But Cooper refused to give up. He loved Charlotte and wanted to see her happy. He needed to turn their marriage around and he needed to do it quickly. He felt like he was running out of time.
As the movie ended Cooper decided to give it one last shot. He looked at his wife before picking her up suddenly. She yelped in surprise, since it had been a very long time since he had picked her up like that. She smiled up at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Cooper looked down at her smiling and thought, maybe, just maybe, he had seen the spark return to her eyes.
With this thought in mind he became invigorated with his old passion for his wife. He felt like he wanted to fuck her in their high school style: hard, rough, and quick. Cooper smirked as he thought of the countless times they had fucked under the bleachers, where he had made her scream his name. The whole school had known their secret by the end of senior year and that was just how they liked it. Now Cooper was lucky if they had sex on a weekly basis.
Charlotte looked up at Cooper’s smirking face and wondered what he was thinking about. She hadn’t seen him smirk like that in a very long time. Seeing his smirking face, she decided to give him a chance. She figured she was being too bitter about the whole thing. Who knew? Maybe tonight they would have red hot sex like they used to have when they were newly married. Charlotte grinned, giving the night the benefit of the doubt. Maybe tonight would be a good night.
Cooper continued to carry Charlotte up the stairs. He was still exceptionally strong from a daily workout routine and while their marriage had lasted ten years, it seemed like Cooper hadn’t aged a bit. Yes, he had a few grey hairs, here and there, but other than that he still looked like an 18 year old. Charlotte often envied him as she looked into the mirror and saw the beginnings of crow’s feet form at the corner of her eyes.
Entering the bedroom now Cooper grinned before tossing Charlotte into the bed. Her small body, also fit from constant exercise, jumped into the air as if she were on a trampoline before she settled down in the middle. She looked up at her husband, giving him a sexy grin. Cooper smirked, taking the grin as a sign that he had ignited the flame that had gone out months ago.
Feeling excited, Cooper quickly jumped on his wife, pouncing on her, pinning her to the bed before kissing her hard. He let go of her soon enough to where she flipped them over and pinned him down. They continued to kiss until she broke away, looking at him, grinning. There was something in her eye that looked excited.
“This is our anniversary. I expected rose petals and music and champagne.” Charlotte gave a little pout, as if genuinely upset. Cooper chuckled as he looked at his wife.
“I learned very quickly after our first anniversary that you were not a fan of all that romantic nonsense. Don’t you remember how you chugged the champagne out of the bottle before smashing the radio and destroying the vase of flowers? I thought you were insane that day… but really I just fell further in love with you.” He looked up at her with loving eyes.
Everything Cooper said was true. He really did love his wife’s crazy personality. He knew to stay away from romantic clichés with her or he would fee
l the wrath of her hand. He smiled up at her and she kissed his nose. “This is why I love you. You know me so well.” She smiled before looking him over, as if trying to figure out if she still found him attractive.
As her eyes traveled over his body she noticed a well-pitched tent in his pants and grinned. She didn’t know if she was turned on yet but he was definitely excited. Charlotte grinned and jumped between his legs. He had tried so hard tonight to make her happy on their special day, maybe she should do something to repay him.
Cooper was amazed as he watched Charlotte unbutton his pants and yank them off his body. Was she going to do what he thought she was going to do? She hadn’t gone done on him in ages. Cooper remembered how good she used to be. They used to sneak into the bathroom and have quick oral all the time. He really missed those times.
He continued to watch her now as she worked on taking off his boxers. He helped her by lifting his ass off the bed. Charlotte grinned and grabbed his ass before he lowered it. Charlotte always did have a thing for his ass. She was often guilty of slapping it in public, or at least had been when they were a more promiscuous couple.