by Selena Kitt
However, this time Jeff’s face wasn’t smiling. He looked out of place and uncomfortable as he watched Alessandro plunging deeper and deeper into my welcoming snatch. My body responded automatically to Alessandro’s ministration. I slipped comfortably into his tempo. We were so in tune with each other, our union like a well-timed symphony.
Jeff watched us with no emotion, no thrill nor movement. He didn’t seek self-gratification like he had with the others. He stared as though he was mentally recording the action in a movie he wanted to commit to memory; something to play back later on rewind. The only expression readable was his sheer concentration. He sat with his arms folded across his chest. His eyes were vacant; never shifting, barely blinking.
Although I rode the waves of ecstasy, I was very aware of Jeff and his lack of movement. There was something different about him tonight. He wasn’t there with us. It was as if he had zoned out. He’d distanced himself from the whole experience. This wasn’t how I imagined it was going to be. None of it was right, but I was enjoying the sensations firing throughout my being.
Yet I too, felt separated from myself as though I was a passenger observing the scene of Jeff, seeing myself from the outside looking in. Everything was different. It felt like nothing would ever be the same again.
As Alessandro and I edged even nearer to our climax, a cold feeling gripped my heart. It felt as though it was trapped in a vice. Jeff closed his eyes, his body still. My heart raced, not from Alessandro’s ministration, but from the cloud that enveloped me as I gasped and screamed from my orgasm. My body quivered and shook from the sensation creeping through my spine like a cold-clawed hand. I felt the contraction in my stomach. I was afraid. I didn’t know what of.
I collapsed in a heap above Alessandro. He scooped me up and lay me on the bed beside him. I pretended to be spent. I heard Alessandro putting on his clothes and Jeff taking him downstairs to show him out. I kept my eyes shut tight.
Something was up with Jeff, and I was determined to find out what. I needed to shake the feeling of dread. I had to know we were alright.
Chapter 12
After Alessandro had gone, I walked over to Jeff. He turned away from me, something he’d never done before. I decided we were going to thrash it out, I didn’t want us going back to our old ways where talking about how we felt and what we wanted from each other had been non-existent.
So in a demanding voice I said, “Jeff, what is it? What’s the problem?”
“It’s… Arrr, its nothing.” He lowered his eyes, he could barely look at me. I won’t stand for that.
I grabbed him firmly by the arm, and spun him round to face me. I could see the shock of my actions in his expression. I’d never been this forceful before. I’m not sure, but I could have sworn a smile flashed past his lips.
“You’re going to tell me what’s wrong and you’re going to tell me tonight.”
“I don’t know what it was. I think seeing you with Alessandro seemed different from watching you with the others,” he said.
“What do you mean by that?” I asked
“Like I said, I don’t know what it was. It was just different with him.”
“Different…different in what way? Were you jealous?” Jeff walked away from me and sat on the bed. His head bowed. “Come on Jeff, you need to talk to me about this. I don’t want our lives going back to where we’ve just come from, when we’ve come such a long way. Don’t you think?”
“Yeah, I suppose you’re right,” his response was barely a whisper.
I moved over to him and sat on his lap, slinging my arms about his neck. I began to nibble his earlobe. I knew he loved it and had never been able to deny me anything when I was sucking on his ear. I felt his arousal under my bare arse and rocked against it. He moaned into my neck. I got up from his lap and stood in front of him with my hand on my hips. I gave him a good long stare which told him I wasn’t kidding around.
“I’m going to ask you for the last time, Jeff. What’s wrong with you tonight? What made tonight different from all the other nights when we’ve done this?”
He was hesitant. Jeff gazed at me, his face looked sad; weary almost. He lowered his eyes before he spoke.
“You were different with this one. It was more than just fucking for you tonight.” His tongue slipped out to moisten his lips before he continued. His voice became lower as he trailed off from the words. “There was a look on your face as if you cared about this one, like he meant something to you. You were both so familiar with each other’s bodies. Do you know him? I mean before tonight. Have you two met before now?”
I wasn’t expecting a barrage of questions about knowing Alessandro before. I knew I should have told him about my encounter with him, but it hadn’t felt right at the time. Now it just felt wrong that I hadn’t shared this knowledge with him. I would have to come clean if I wanted to save my marriage, give Jeff the apology he deserved. I shouldn’t have deceived him like this when he’d been nothing but honest with me. Jeff’s voice broke through my thoughts. I hadn’t realised I’d been deep in contemplation and hadn’t answered any of Jeff’s questions.
“So you do know him,” he stated. I heard the hurt and disappointment in his voice.
I opened my mouth to speak then closed it again. There was no way of saying what I needed to say without it sounding like I was a lying, conniving, cheating bitch that had just hurt the only man she loved. Through startled eyes, I glanced towards Jeff in earnest. I didn’t feel so brave now. My hands fell from my hips. Dry mouthed, I coughed. My mind searched for the words to say.
“I’m sorry,” were the only words I could muster. The words didn’t flow from my lips so much. They kind of crawled out, soft and slurred—as though they would rather stay within the confinement of my thoughts and mouth. I saw confirmation and disappointment etched in the line of Jeff’s mouth. Coupled with a new expression, unreadable. I had no clue what it meant or what he was thinking.
“What are you sorry for?” His voice was calm; void of emotion. I was scared. He’d never spoken to me in such a monotone before. He glanced in my direction. I felt his disgust at my betrayal.
I moved and sat beside him on the bed. I reached for his hand. He didn’t pull away. That’s a good sign, I thought.
I pulled my bottom lip into my mouth. The only way out of this was to tell him the truth. Tell him everything. I was wrong and regardless of the consequences, I had to woman up and bear my punishment, head held high. My hands felt clammy. With a heavy heart I blurted out, “I’m sorry you had to find out this way. I should have told you.”
“Yes you should have,” he said, his voice still toneless.
“It was selfish of me, I know. I just felt if I told you I’d slept with Alessandro before tonight…”
“You had sex with him before… How? When? Are you fucking kidding me?” Jeff shot me a look of disdain. He moved from beside me at speed as if I was contagious and he didn’t want to catch whatever it was I had.
He began to put on his clothes. I dressed too. I didn’t want to have to chase him down the street naked if he left the house before I explained why I did what I did. I felt, deep in my heart, once I explained everything, he’d forgive me and we could move on from here. I finished dressing before him and raced to his side. I placed a hand on his arm. He threw me off him and began to put on his shoes.
“Please, Jeff, let me explain. It’s not what you think.”
He paused for effect as he put on his other shoe and glared at me.
“Clearly you have no fucking idea of what the fuck I was thinking. I was jealous because his cock was bigger than mine. Bigger than the others, and the fact you seemed to be enjoying him more than the others. I had no fucking idea you’d been sleeping with him behind my back. You bitch.” He stood up to leave.
I was lost. I didn’t know what I could do. This was the first fight we’d had in all the years we’d been together. I’ve seen him angry, but he’d never directed his anger at me. He push
ed past me to get to the door. I felt desperate. Something inside said, if I let him go, I’d never get him back. I fell to my knees at his feet and grabbed his leg, pressing my body up against his calf as he tried to shake me off.
“Please Jeff, don’t go, don’t leave me,” I cried. I started to cry in earnest as I clung to his leg. Big, fat slobbering tears fell from my eyes at the thought of having to live without him. I don’t know what it was that changed in him, other than the fact he hated to see me upset. My eyes were tightly shut as I gripped on. I’m not sure when or how it happened that my legs too were wrapped around him until I felt his hand stroke my hair. I glanced up and saw sorrow looking back at me. I’d really hurt him. The thought cut through me like a knife and the tears rained even faster.
“Stop crying, Stace,” he said as he helped me to my feet, which felt weak. I fell towards him. He picked me up and carried me to the bed and sat down with me on his lap. Eyes tightly shut, I buried my face in his neck, my arms wrapped closely around it. I was never going to let him go.
“Stace, loosen your grip, you’re strangling me,” he said.
My arms loosened, I moved my head and stared him straight in the eyes. His face had softened. I pressed my lips to his. He didn’t respond immediately, then his body seemed to relax and the kiss deepened. When we broke away, his gaze fell to my lips and he gave me a peck on them.
“Okay you wanted to explain. So explain. I suppose I owe you that much,” he said. The weary expression was back.
I told Jeff all about how I’d met Alessandro in the grocery store car park, after spilling the contents of the shopping on the ground. How I’d fainted and Alessandro had taken me to his home. I told him about the fantasy I’d had of him throughout. How it had felt in my imagination, like he was giving me his blessing as he watched us—smiling and cheering me on. I explained how I wasn’t able to do the sex act facing Alessandro, nor could I take off my clothes. It just didn’t seem proper. Now I’d spoken the words out loud, I added that keeping my clothes on while being rogered by another man could never sound proper anyway. In fact, saying it out loud sounded pretty ridiculous.
Jeff was getting aroused as I continued telling my story.
“So how many times did you have sex with him?” he asked.
“Three times: the day we met, the day I called to see if he’d have sex with me so you could watch, and tonight.”
“You’re telling me, the two times you had sex with him before, you were thinking of me watching the two of you together?”
“Yes.”
“So why the secrecy?” he asked, his speech wispier.
“I don’t know,” I said as I stroked the vein pulsating along his neck. It quickened to my touch. “I think it was because I didn’t know how you felt about it at the time. I didn’t want to hurt you.” I moved my hand, gently tugging on his earlobe. He caught his breath. So I continued. “By the time I discovered we had a shared fantasy, I felt guilty for not telling you. Then it just got harder and harder to confess.”
I wasn’t sure of how aware Jeff was of his actions or how he was reacting to what I was saying. He appeared to be deep in thought, only half-listening. He had one hand caressing my breast and the other tracing a line up and down my thigh. The heat rose through my body.
“Somehow I felt sure if you knew I had been with Alessandro before, you wouldn’t have agreed to me having sex with him in front of you.” I gripped his face between my hands and stared hard into his eyes. “I’m sorry, Jeff. What I did was selfish. I just wanted to relive the moment when I had my first orgasm while you watched in my mind. Only this time it would be real. Don’t leave me, I love you.”
“I’m not going to leave you. What would make you think that?”
“You were so angry. The way you looked at me, I felt sure I’d gone too far. You were putting on your things…”
“Yeah I was putting on my things… to walk off how I was feeling,” he said, stroking my hair. “I won’t deny I’m hurt by what you did, but I do understand it.” He pulled me forwards and brushed his lips lightly to mine. Gazing deep into my eyes, he said, “I’d never leave you, Stace.” He kissed me again. This time longer and deeper as it moved into something more primal. Savagely we devoured each other’s mouths, ripping at the clothes that separated our union.
Jeff’s caresses were so sweet, sensual, awakening new emotions—different desires I never knew existed within me. When we finally came together, the earth moved. I felt a deepening sense of contentment.
Cradled in Jeff’s arms, I tilted my head towards him. “You know we don’t need a third in our relationship anymore. It has never been a question of size. It’s always been about the right fit, and you, my love, are a perfect match.” Without saying a word, Jeff pulled me even closer. I closed my eyes to sleep. We were going to be alright.
The End
About the Author
Lucee Lovett, is a mother of four—five if you include her husband. She grew up in a pretty rough neighbourhood in London. She has been told she has a smoky, sexy laugh and voice. If you heard it, you’d want to read her stories.
She has always been a storyteller. Her stories would captivate the hearts and minds of willing listeners, both young and old alike. Her love for romance was born from sneaking off to read her mother’s Mills and Boon books. It led her to make stories short enough for busy people who don’t have time for a lengthy romance fix, and want their romantic fantasies in short satisfying doses
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Full House for the Wife - Sondra Wilde
Introduction
It had gotten completely out of hand, and there was no one to blame for it but me. I had thought by the end of the night I would have had an answer to our money problems, but now I had an entirely new set of issues on my hands. When it originally started I was concerned about her safety, but I was starting to get concerned about how much she seemed to like it.
Randy had her over his knees now. I wasn’t sure how that happened, I had only looked away for a minute. But now her naked ass was bent over his knee and she was sucking on Bob’s cock. She tried to lift her head off of it for a second but Randy smacked her on the ass and she obediently put her head back down. She rarely sucked on my cock so I was surprised at how well she was doing on his now.
I watched Randy spread her legs open as she was helpless to stop him. They were all making comments about her bald pussy. I cursed myself for shaving her two days earlier. Up until tonight it had been the kinkiest thing we had done, and I certainly thought no one else would enjoy her shaved pussy but me. I knew how wrong I had been as he shoved his fingers into her bald snatch and her ass wiggled.
Bob was playing with her tits now. It had started with her tits, and I had hoped it wouldn’t go any further. But she got crazy when her nipples were played with, and pulling on them in front of a table full of guys I owed money to was a dangerous combination. Bob had realized that apparently, and he was being relentless about it now. She kept trying to lift her head from the other guys cock to moan but they wouldn’t let her.
I had to shift again in
my seat, my cock was so hard now it was unbearable.
It was Ray I was worried about. He didn’t have all his clothes off yet, but he didn’t have to for me to understand how big his cock was. The best case scenario was he only expected her to blow him. If he wanted to fuck her with that thing I wasn’t sure if she could handle it. Although by the way she was squirming now I was starting to think she wouldn’t mind trying.
Ray said something and the three of them started to pick her up. I knew what was coming before it even happened. I knew we wouldn’t be staying at the card table for long once this started.
They were taking my wife to the bedroom.
I watched Randy take his fingers out of her bald pussy and I thought about how I had gotten into this mess. I thought about how I had been shaving that snatch two days ago and it had been all mine…