by Jason Lenov
“Fuck!” I grunted as my emission began. Hot spurts of jizz flooded through my shaft, splattering along the pink walls of her pussy.
Our bodies met in mid-air, straining muscles one trying to thrust as deeply as it could into the other and spewing seed.
It ended with a dramatic collapse back onto the mattress but it wasn’t over. I kept sawing and Kim kept meeting my thrusts, lunging up to suck my deposit into her womb. A shudder passed through me and I felt one pass through Kim.
Our lunges slowed. The slick sounds of a slippery cock gliding into her flesh slapped along the walls accompanied by the pants and gasps of our climaxes deflating.
I fell onto her, savouring her warmth.
We held each other until the moment had fully passed. I rolled off to one side and pressed the back of my hand against my forehead.
Kim’s hand settled on my chest, soft as a feather and warm.
The intimacy of her touch gave me a start. My head snapped sideways and our eyes met.
Kim pulled her hand back. “I’m sorry…I…”
In that moment I fell in love with her all over again. Kim, who I’d laughed and lived with for five years now, Kim who was ready to start a family with me, even Kim who had just slept with another man not too long ago. I rolled onto my side, buried my face in her neck and fought back the urge to cry.
“Are you okay?” she whispered. Her hand touched my back.
“I don’t know,” I said, shaking my head. “I don’t know.”
“Oh, Daniel. Can we…can we work through this?” she asked, her voice barely above a breath.
Even though the answer to the question was so obvious to me as to be laughable I waited a few moments before replying. “Yes.”
“Daniel,” she said, her voice tight again. “Thank-you. Thank-you, Daniel. I swear it’ll never happen again.”
And even though I’d just climaxed, the idea her words put in mind, that she had to swear it would never happen again, that without saying it it might be a possibility made my cock throb.
“Daniel,” she said. “I love you so much.”
Chapter 3
It wasn’t that Kim and I had a bad relationship. We had an amazing one. We were best friends, good lovers and shared a trust I’d never felt with anyone else.
The only thing standing between me and utter and complete marital bliss was an idea I’d spawned the moment I’d met her That she was completely out of my league.
I was an average looking guy with sandy blonde hair and a trim build. I wore glasses and brown leather shoes and tried to follow the fashions. I grew a beard when I saw them sprouting around me and shaved it when they were chopped off. I listened to music I thought other people liked and occasionally went to an art gallery or a show.
But all of this paled in comparison to Kim’s dazzling appearance and personality. She’d done some modelling before being accepted to med school and done quite well at it. Hadn’t enjoyed the culture, though, and wanted more of an intellectual challenge.
After graduating at the top of her class she was offered a position at a pharmaceutical company. It only took a few years before she was promoted to management and it looked like she was on track for corporate.
I, on the other hand, had finished a masters degree in English literature and worked on contract at the university teaching seminars. It was a precarious position but one that at least paid for our mortgage.
Kim covered everything else. As well as the frills.
I had always felt badly about this but there was little I could do.
Now, as we lay there, I wondered how what had happened would affect that. Would I become the jealous husband? Would I start lurking on street corners, following her discreetly on her business trips, checking her phone and her email for signs? The possibility seemed so pathetic, so humiliating that I swore right then and there that I would never let it get to that.
No matter what happened between us I was not going to become that guy.
I don’t know what prompted me to say what I said next. Maybe the dopamine still coursing at the base of my brain. Maybe the post-coital warmth of her gorgeous body pressed to mine. Both pushed me over the edge of a cliff and I started to fall. “Kim?”
“What is it, baby?”
I immediately realized that this was going to be a much harder thing to say than anything I’d said so far. It was so out of character for me, for us, so beyond the boundaries of anything we’d ever done.
We had a fairly conservative sex life, though fairly hot and frequent enough. Maybe I wanted more of the heat I’d felt fucking her just moments ago. The razor of jealousy slicing through lust making it even more potent. Whatever it was it didn’t feel like I had a choice but to come clean.
Kim, I…I want to tell you something.” My face was still pressed against her neck. I couldn’t bear to look her in the eye.
“What?”
What do you say in a moment like that? I’ve thought about this moment for years? I’ve masturbated about it more times than I can count? I’m not the man you thought I was?
“Fuck, Kim, this is hard.”
“Um…yeah. I know. I can feel it.”
It took a moment to realize she was talking about something different than I was. Her thigh was pressed against my cock. When she nudged me I realized what she meant. The moment was so absurd that it made me laugh out loud.
Kim erupted into a fit of giggles.
It was cathartic. We were still here. We were still alright.
I wondered how that could be. Kim had broken an oath we’d both made. She’d slept with another man. I felt like this should have shattered the trust between us. And yet I didn’t see her any differently. If anything I found her more appealing.
“Not that,” I said, covering us up with blankets.
Kim finished giggling and gave me a quizzical look. “What then? And,” she paused, then asked quietly “seriously why are you so hard again?”
This was it. Now or never. It was time to take the plunge.
“Kim…I knew this day would come.”
Her expression darkened. “What?”
“I mean, maybe I didn’t know it would come but I dreamed about. Fantasized about it.”
“Daniel what are you talking about?”
I looked deeply into her eyes. “This is going to sound weird but I’ve been thinking about you coming home from one of your trips and saying this for…years, I think.”
She shook her head, still puzzled. “Why?”
I shook mine. “I don’t know. I…it turns me on.”
Her mouth fell open slightly. Her eyes widened. They darted across my face, watching every twitch of muscle for a sign of whether what I was saying was true. “Are you serious?” she asked finally.
“I’m serious.”
She thought for a while. “You never told me about this.”
I shrugged. “What was I supposed to say? It’s…sort of weird.”
She thought some more. Her eyes wandered along the sheets. “You’re not mad?”
“A little. Somewhere inside. It…it all gets mixed together.”
“Jealous?”
“Jealous, yeah. And a little mad. But…I don’t know, the thought of you…of you with another man between your legs…”
“Daniel stop,” she said, turning away. She covered her mouth with a hand.
Her reaction emboldened me and filled me with fresh courage. I moved closer to her and got up on one elbow to look down into her eyes. “The thought of another man fucking you,” I said, then brought her hand to rest against my rock-solid cock. “Does this.” I squeezed her fist around my shaft.
Kim gasped.
I let go of her hand and she took it away from my cock. I leaned back and let her stare at the ceiling, gave her time to parse what she’d just heard. “I’m going to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
I rolled out of bed and walked across the room to the en-suite and closed the door. I spent more time i
n there than I needed to. I wanted to give Kim as much space as she needed to think things through.
When I finally walked out into the bedroom again she was lying in the same position, staring up at the ceiling, arms at her sides. I crawled under the sheets and and propped my head on my hand.
Kim turned to look at me with her green eyes. They were sparkling again. “I don’t know, Daniel. I don’t know what to say.”
I shook my head. “I don’t know either. Trust me. I never thought I’d be telling you this.” I waited a moment to collect my thoughts.
I’d managed to subdue my erection long enough to go to the bathroom. Now that I was lying beside Kim again, it had risen and was fully hard, my testosterone raging as if I hadn’t just climaxed twice in the last hour.
I tucked my hand beneath the sheets and slipped it between Kim’s thighs. My cock jumped as I pressed the tip of my finger against her sex and found it dripping and hot.
Kim gasped. “Daniel,” she said, her voice tight again. But it wasn’t “stop.” It wasn’t “don’t do that,” that I heard in her tone. It was “I don’t know what to feel but I’m turned on.”
I slid down her slit, parted her folds and slipped two fingers into her cunt. “You let him into you?” I whispered.
Kim gasped and clutched my arm but didn’t pull me out.
“Tell me,” I said.
After a moments hesitation, Kim nodded.
“I want to hear you say it.”
“I…”
I pressed deeper into her. “Say it.”
“I let him into me,” she confessed as she closed her eyes.
“No. Stay here with me.”
She opened her eyes and looked up into mine.
“How did he fuck you?”
Kim shook her head. “How…what?”
“How did he fuck you? Was it rough? Did you make love?”
“Oh God,” she said, but out of worry not delight. “I don’t want to hurt you, Daniel,”
“I’m asking you to tell me. You fucked another man like a slut. Don’t you think you at least owe me this?”
She gasped at the word “slut” but her pussy clamped down on my digits, squishing wetness out of her folds. “Daniel!” she snapped.
I pulled my fingers halfway out then forced them back in. “Tell me,” I seethed.
Kim was still clutching my arm. She still didn’t make any motion to pull my fingers out. Her expression darkened and her eyes narrowed. “Okay. You really want to know? You really want to know what happened?”
“I really want to know.” A shiver of excitement raced down my spine at being on the precipice of learning every salacious detail of Kim’s indiscretion. There was no space in my mind to think of what it might feel like once the testosterone had receded and the angst caused by what had happened returned.
“He fucked me rough, Daniel,” Kim said, glaring at me.
I fucked my fingers in and out of her pussy a few times. Her legs rose up off the bed and she panted.
“Kyle always fucked me rough.”
My cock was aching to be inside her but I liked this position of dominance, fingering her while she divulged her secrets.
“We were both a little drunk and silly at first but once our clothes came off he took me like a fucking animal.”
I pumped my fingers in and out of her furiously a few times.
Kim moaned and dug her claws into my arm. But she held on and still didn’t pull me out.
“Is his cock bigger than mine?”
Kim’s tough and lusty demeanour faltered. Confusion clouded her expression as her eyes darted side to side. “Yes,” she whispered, finally.
“And you liked it? Better than mine?” My body was a live wire in anticipation of her answer.
“Daniel,” she said, her expression melting. “I love what we…”
“Did you like his fat dick?” I insisted. I thrust my fingers deep into her cunt.
Kim gasped and dug deeper into my arm. “Yes,” she admitted. “I did.”
The thought of my little Kimmy splayed and moaning as Kyle, who I’d never even met, pounded her relentlessly with his thick cock sent me reeling. I scrambled between her legs and drove myself into her sloshing wetness.
“Oh God Daniel!” Kim moaned, accepting me and clawing her nails up my back. She seemed as turned on as I was.
Together we slipped into a world we’d never known before that moment.
As I gazed into her eyes I had no doubt Kim was thinking about Kyle. But it was us, here, together, making love and it was hot.
“Did he come inside you?”
“Oh God!” Kim moaned again, wrapping her legs around my waist. She hesitated, bit her lip, wouldn’t meet my gaze.
“Did he?” I whispered, thrusting up into the deepest part of her I could reach.
She nodded. “Yes,” she whispered.
“Bare?” I groaned.
She nodded again. “Yes.”
The thought sent me barrelling over the edge. I roared as my climax took me.
“Fuck, just like that!” she squealed. A moment later her pussy was squeezing me, drinking each hot splash of ejaculate I was delivering and sucking it deep into her body.
Time stretched out and for a moment we froze staring into each other’s eyes, savouring this new-found high.
Kim started wiggling her hips and broke the trance. She screamed as another wave of pleasure passed through her.
We burst back into our filthy dance and rutted out the tail of our orgasms before I collapsed onto her sweaty and panting. I felt some of my mess dribble out from between her legs. I clung to her for a long time before rolling off.
The sun had set and the only light was from the hallway downstairs. We lay in semi-darkness for a long time not saying anything.
Finally, Kim turned and curled up to me. She put her hand on my chest. “What now?” she asked.
I shook my head. “I don’t know.”
Chapter 4
I was on Thanksgiving break that week but Kim had to go in. I got up early and fixed her coffee and breakfast, hoping she would wake up and come downstairs so we could talk.
No such luck. I finally shook her awake at seven-thirty. She bounded out of bed and into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. It took her twenty minutes to get ready and by that time she was already late.
I handed her an egg sandwich as she tugged her boots on and sprinted for the door.
My heart sank for a moment when I thought she was going to leave without even a goodbye.
She stopped, turned and tilted her head. “I’m sorry. Thank-you for this. I love you.” She jogged up and kissed me on the cheek. “I’ll see you tonight, okay?”
“Okay.”
Then she was gone and I was left alone with my imagination.
My sleep had been tortured and racked with dreams of Kim fucking Kyle. It wasn’t just the fucking that was getting to me, though. I imagined what she’d been like with him at the bar. Laughing at his jokes, giving all the subconscious signs of what was on her mind.
Her head tilting, exposing her neck, making herself vulnerable. Then touching it to draw attention to the fact. Giggling in a way that made him feel funny and desired.
The way she did with me.
Sure enough now that she wasn’t by my side, now that I wasn’t inside her, I was gripped by a jealousy and angst minus the lust I’d felt when I fucked her the night before.
Would she do it again? Was she doing it at that very minute? Was she fucking some guy at the office because now she thought I wanted it?
I thought of texting her a dozen times. But what was there to say? We rarely communicated throughout the day. I would just come off as paranoid. What are you doing? What are you doing now? And now?
So I sat with my phone out, waiting for it to buzz. Maybe she would send a message? Just something to make me feel a little better. Sometimes she could be thoughtful that day.
Every minute that went by with
out my phone buzzing was another betrayal, another stab in the gut.
I went for a walk, tried to read, tried do some writing. I couldn’t focus on anything but her.
When I finally heard the car pull into the driveway a giant weight was lifted from my shoulders. But I knew this was just the beginning and that was terrifying.
What to do? What to say? I hadn’t thought of this either? Did I play it cool? Or did I tell her about all my doubts and fears and paranoid delusions?
The door swung open. Kim stepped in. The door swung shut. She slumped back against it, eyes closed and let out a massive sigh. “I hate going back after being away.”
I walked up to her as calmly as I could, took her purse and computer bag and set them by the wall. Then I helped her take her jacket off and hung it in the closet.
Kim was pulling her boots off. Her sexy, almost knee-length leather boots that had “fuck me” written all over them.
“Wine?” I asked. I managed to keep my voice from shaking.
“God yes,” she sighed.
I went to the cupboard, uncorked a bottle and poured two glasses. Kim was on the couch when I turned around, feet up. I set the wine glasses on the coffee table and wormed my way under her legs. I picked up a foot and started to rub.
The scent of leather and sweat wafted up, nudging my cock to life.
“That feels good,” Kim purred. She reached out, picked up her glass of wine and brought it to her full lips. She took a sip.
“Pretty bad, huh?” I asked. Now that she was there beside me it felt alright. Everything was going to be okay. Until we had to be apart again.
“Some genius okay’ed a change on a production server by a junior DBA. Guy corrupted some tables and the whole system was frozen for half the day.”
“Yikes,” I said, feigning interest.
Kim shook her head. “Giannati was having a fit at anyone who crossed his path so I tried to lie low and clean up the mess but he got to me.” She grinned.
My heart skipped a beat. I knew she wasn’t talking about that but I couldn’t help but imagine it. Kim fucking her burly Italian bear of a boss. “He did, huh?”
Out of the corner of my eye I saw the wine glass pause at Kim’s lips. She slipped her foot out of my grasp, bent her knee until her big toe was at my crotch. She nudged my already half-hard cock. One eyebrow went up.