by Unknown
But they were in a very bright, very public parking lot, and so they brought each other to a painful precipice, and then Adria pushed John back into his seat. “Not here,” she laughed. “Let's go home.”
She left her hand in his lap as he drove, and he could scarcely think straight as she made languid circles over his balls, barely touching them but sending ripples of pleasure over the sensitive surface of his skin.
“Fernando is a really good dancer,” she said, as though it were an offhand remark. She watched his face, and seeing the effect she was having on him, she smiled. His cock throbbed in his pants. He hoped she could feel it. He hoped she would be encouraged to go on, to go into more detail, to tell him even more about Fernando.
“I caught him looking under my skirt, did you see?”
John sucked in his breath. He had seen. He nodded.
He knew she could feel with her fingers that he liked it.
“Tell me more,” he said, when she paused too long.
Adria turned to him. “Really?”
He nodded.
“I could feel his cock against my back all night.”
“Oh god,” John said in a low voice. He could hardly focus on the road. All of his senses seemed to be draining away from his conscious mind and dedicating themselves to imagining, in detail, the feel of Fernando's cock on his wife's lower back.
“It seemed like he wasn't totally hard, but his cock was big. Like, really big. All the way down the side of one pant leg.”
The blinker was on. John heard it clicking and flicked it off. He was driving straight. Only a few more blocks. Adria's fingers were scraping tickles up and down his shaft. He felt his cock pulse again.
“Did he want to fuck you?” he asked hoarsely.
Adria tossed her head back against the headrest. She smiled widely. “Of course he did.” She smiled a little more when she felt his cock flex beneath her fingers.
“Did you want to fuck him?”
There was a pause. A delicious and awful pause, while his wife considered the question.
“Did you want me to fuck him?”
When he didn't answer she looked straight ahead. He could see from her features, even in the corner of his eye, that she was fairly pleased with herself, and her power over him. She kept stroking his cock with a feathery touch. “Did you want me to get down on my knees and suck the cum from his cock?”
The image produced itself in his mind. He felt a gush of precum dampen his underwear.
They were in their own neighborhood now. Only a few minutes until they were home.
John veered the car over to the curb anyway, unable to take any more of Adria's ridiculous teasing. They were maybe six blocks from home. He jerked the car into first gear and let the clutch out before he even turned of the car. It jerked forward, almost hitting the car in front of them. Adria was wowed by this and raised her eyebrows.
By then he was already leaning over to her side, unbuckling his pants, and taking his cock out, all in a fevered and hurried motion. He leaned over her body and grabbed the release for her seatback. He climbed on top of her, which was a complicated feat but he was so hungry it wasn't hard.
“John, we're -”
But he placed his hand over her mouth, and used his other hand to push her skirt up. Her legs fell open, and he pulled hastily at her panties, trying to push them down. When that didn't work he pushed them aside with the same haste, and then he was inside of her.
Her cunt was richly hot and wet. His zipper scraped against him, and her panties cut into her flesh, but his cock was so hot and hard that he didn't care. He sank into her flesh and felt her wrap her legs around him, absorbing him into her body.
He let his mind summon all of the images he could of Adria, leaning in to whisper in Fernando's ear. Adria, letting him look up the length of her skirt to her panties.
“Did you like it when he looked at your underwear?” John breathed.
Adria tightened her grip on his neck, and her pussy clenched around his cock. “Why do you think I let him do it?” she said.
John groaned, and he knew Adria could feel his cock pulsing inside of her. A smile came onto her lips – that same knowing smile, the one that cut through him, in a way, because it had a look of knowledge of her power over him in it. “I spent most of my time imagining what it would feel like if he put his big cock inside of me,” she purred. Then she moaned, because John thrust inside of her all the way to her core.
She lifted her legs and pushed them against the windshield to brace herself as John slammed inside of her sloshing cunt. “Is that why you're so wet?” he said.
He pushed himself up just in time to look at her face as she smiled wryly, and said: “Of course it is.”
He groaned as his orgasm shuddered out of him, filling her up, at that exact moment.
Adria ground her hips up against him and let herself go. They slowed to a rocking motion, and John leaned against her body.
With a jolt, he realized where they were, and quickly hopped into the driver's seat. Adria wiped the windshield clear for him with a grin.
“I hope the neighbors are in bed by now,” she said.
They laughed, but they drove off quickly. The scene suddenly seemed a little obscene for their age.
“So you would really want me to go further?” Adria asked, chewing on her thumbnail and looking out the car window. They were still in the garage. The car was turned off and they were in the middle of another strange silence.
John wasn't entirely sure what she wanted him to say.
He rubbed his palm on the steering wheel, fingers splayed, and made a sound while he did it.
“Look, Dri,” he said, using her long-abandoned nickname from college. Once it left his mouth, he felt the affection of it, as though it were a long time ago, and he was dropping her off at a dorm. He forgot what he was going to say.
Adria's head turned quickly. She ran her eyes over his face.
He sighed. “Okay. I think it's pretty obvious this turns both of us on. Can we start there?”
She put her hand to her mouth and covered it as she laughed. “Okay.”
Because there certainly wasn't any dispute about that.
“The question you're asking is: do I just like pretending, or do I want you to actually do something? And we...this is like a Mexican standoff. I think we're both afraid to say yes or no to that question because we're worried that the other person has a different answer.”
Adria looked at him.
There was another silence.
“I don't really know what my answer is,” she said finally. Her voice was contorted by the emotion of the truth.
“Me either.”
“But we both have something we're leaning toward,” she said.
John nodded.
Another silence.
“Okay, let's count to three and say it. If it's different than we stop talking about it forever. How does that sound?”
This was how Adria resolved her difficult questions. It was a very pragmatic solution, John had to admit. It forced you to be honest, to choose a side, and it gave them an out if there was a disagreement. They had done the same thing about getting married, about a move, about a new job.
And just like those issues, he suspected very strongly that they each knew the other person's answer anyway.
“Okay,” he said. “On three.”
“On three, like, 'one, two, three, say it...?' Or on three like -”
They both laughed. This was also an old joke.
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
John's stomach twisted, and he felt a surge of panic. But he dove in.
“One...two...three...”
When the same word came out of their mouths, their eyes met, and they smiled.
“That's such a good way to get to the bottom of things,” John said softly.
They looked out the windshield, as if there were something to see besides their garage.
“Now
what?” John said, finally.
Adria looked at him, and they laughed again. It all seemed mildly ridiculous, on the one hand. “I guess we just wait for an opportunity to come up. Right?”
“I don't know. I..uh...haven't ever done this before.”
They laughed again and Adria dropped her eyes.
“I can't believe we just had sex in front of somebody's house,” she said, opening the door.
John followed her into the house. The same feeling from the club, of being hypnotized by his wife, happened to him again. Adria tossed her purse on the counter and walked through the house without turning on the lights. But her walk was suggestive. Inviting. He wasn't sure how he knew that at first, but there was no doubt of it when she lifted her dress up by the bottom hem and slid it over her head as she walked down the hall.
In spite of just having fucked in the car, John could feel his body getting ready to go again. He hadn't felt like this in years. Maybe ever. Adria's pale body slinked in the moonlight that came through the windows, disappearing in the shadows and then reappearing again. It felt like a long walk, following her, to the bedroom.
She turned and sat down on the edge of the bed. Her breasts were caught in the moonlight and her face was in a shadow. The form of her taut curves was highlighted in pale silver, outlined by the dark gray of the night. Her nipples were hard. She slid her fingers under the fabric of her panties and squirmed out of them, until they dropped to the floor, still around her ankles. They were wet and made a dull plop on the carpet.
She reached out her hands, and he moved close to her. She pulled him to standing in front of her by the belt buckle, and undid his belt while she looked up at him mischievously. He shuddered.
She pulled the belt out and unzipped his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers. Their previous adventure had left his cock sticky with her own juices and smeared with his cum. His cock bounced out, erect and smelling of sex. She grasped it in her hand, and brought it to her mouth.
She tipped her head slightly, and stuck out her tongue to run the flat, full blade of it along the length of his shaft. She started at the base and drew her tongue up to the crown, lapping up the cum from sex in car. When she reached the crown, she pursed her lips and sucked at his dripping hole, wetting her lips with the precum that was, almost incredibly, gushing from his cock again.
Then she licked the other side of his cock down to the base, and ducked under his cock to get the underside. Back up to his glans, where she made a delicious swirl with her wet tongue.
She looked up at him as she opened her mouth, and slowly took him inside. Teasing. One inch at a time, her mouth closed tight around him. She sucked on his meat and massaged him with her tongue. He expected her to stop any moment, but she kept going, further, further down to the base of his cock. Her lips pressed against his pelvic bone and his balls, and he gasped. Adria never did anything like this.
She slid her mouth with the same teasing slowness back along the length of his cock, until she could open her mouth and gasp for air.
She took his hand, and placed it on her head, and he grasped her hair and shuddered as she moved forward on his cock again. She stopped about two inches into her mouth, though, and looked at him. Taunting him with her eyes and her tongue.
He pushed gently on her head, and though it was impossible to tell because her mouth was full of cock, she seemed to smile. He pushed her all the way down to the base of his cock, and he felt her gag slightly.
He pulled back on her hair, and her mouth slid over the length of his cock. Her tongue pulsed over him. She looked up at him, almost pleading with him. She teased him, sucking at the tip of his cock, but made it clear that if he wanted her to suck him more, he would have to push her himself.
He felt an urge, one he had never really felt with her before, and he grabbed her hair fiercely and pushed her head down, forcing her to take his cock all the way to the back of her throat. And then back up. He was overcome by the lewdly delicious feel of it, grasping a woman's head in his hands and moving her mouth up and down his cock. He moved her head faster, losing himself in the moment. In a way, he forgot that she was his wife, and used her like he never had before, like a toy.
When he felt cum boiling at the base of his cock, he did another unusual thing. He was overcome by the desire to push her head deep onto his cock, and spray his cum into the back of her throat.
“I'm coming,” he said, and he let the pressure off her head for a second, to give her a chance to pull away. But she didn't, so he grasped her head with both hands and thrust his cock deep into her throat. He came deep in her mouth, and he could feel a small wave of gagging in her body, but she swallowed it all and massaged every last drop of his cum out with her tongue and her throat.
He felt her head push against him, and he stared as she slid from his cock and then began to lick the last of his cum from his shaft, cleaning him off in long, languid laps of her tongue. He watched, shuddering with the too-painful pleasure of it. His cock was still hard.
It took him a moment to notice that she was using her hand to stroke herself as she licked his cum from his dick. Finally, she paused, her eyes closed, his cock still in her hand, and he watched her beautiful body shudder violently as she made herself come.
Then she fell back onto the bed, exhausted. And laughed.
John fell down next to her, and the squirmed up to the top of the bed. He punched a place for his head on the pillow, and she lay her head on his chest.
“That was incredible,” he said, finally. “It wasn't...too much, was it?” He was talking about the hand on her head, the pressure he put on her to suck his cock.
“No,” Adria said, her voice sleepy.
“Adria,” he said. “Are we actually serious about doing this?”
Her fingers were moving over his chest, and they were slowing. She was falling asleep. She'd had a lot more to drink than he had. But it was on his mind as though he had just woken with a problem in the middle of the night.
It bothered him, actually, that Adria was able to fall asleep like this, without thinking too much more about this huge step they had agreed to take in their marriage.
“John,” she said finally. “I just want you...stand next to the chair..”
He was confused for second and then he realized that she was half-asleep. He shook her slightly. “Adria. I'm serious.”
“Sorry,” she said, and she smiled. “I'm falling asleep. Something about soccer. John I just wholewheat was I going to say? Just want you to be happy. I just want us to be happy.”
She opened her eyes, but he could see they were heavy with sangria, sex, and sleep.
He kissed her on the forehead. There was no point trying to get more out of her now.
Anyway, that was what he really wanted to hear, wasn't it?
He tried to close his eyes and go to sleep. But it was a long time coming.
Adria woke up in the morning and rolled over to kiss John. She had the rested countenance of a person who had slept well. In spite of too much booze, too much sex, and having agreed to have an affair for her husband's pleasure. None of these things appeared to have affected her sleep. She stood up, stretched, and trotted to the shower after giving John a brief “good morning.” She didn't mention their agreement, or what had transpired.
John, on the other hand, spent nearly every second of his day thinking about it. Wondering what would be in store for him next. If Adria was really going to go through with it, or if she would drag him along with endless teasing.
He wasn't sure if it mattered: the teasing was hot as hell.
And then there was the fact that he couldn't be entirely sure if what he wanted was for her to actually do it.
He was saying he did.
He thought he did.
He had told her he did. But he had half-expected her to say “no,” that night in the car. Maybe more than half-expected it. When she had said “yes” he had felt an excitement like never before surge through him
, but he had also felt – and he knew this was ridiculous – a tidal wave of betrayal wash over him.
It wasn't fair, and he knew that. He was acting like a crazy person, and he knew that, too.
He spent a lot of his time analyzing himself. Trying to get at the bottom of his erratic behavior.
But this was one problem John wasn't fully able to get to the end of.
Probably because, he suspected, it was not math. It was a complex problem, with more than one answer at the end of it.
He decided to wait and see what Adria did. Let the matter be out of his hands, and in hers: if she led them down this path, he would follow. But if she hesitated or decided to change her mind, he would not press the issue any more.
The waiting, though, felt like he had a school of cold fish in his stomach.
Luckily, he didn't have to wait very long.
12 WEDDING
John sighed as he sat down on the bed. He held up two dress socks to double-check they were the same.
Adria ruffled his hair as she walked by him on her way to the closet. “No being grumpy,” she said, playfully.
“I hate this kind of thing.”
“I know.” Adria stepped into the walk-in closet and began fishing through her clothes. John's bad mood was temporarily assuaged by the sight of his wife, wrapped in a towel that barely came to below her ass. Her long legs seemed leaner, and he felt his cock twitch with excitement.
“I'll tell you what,” she said, pulling a red and white patterned dress from amid the hangers of clothing. “If you can keep from being grumpy maybe I can do something for you. In return.” She held the dress up so that he could see it. “What do you think?”
“About...the dress...or the...” he stammered. The dress confused him: it seemed like scraps of fabric on the hanger. His mind was still swirling around “maybe I can do something for you. In return.” His mouth went dry and flapped uselessly with no sound coming out.
It slowly dripped over him: this was the day.
Adria nodded, as though he had said something. “You need to see it on,” she said.