Human Interest: A Lead-In To Wife Watching

by Arnica Butler

  She did not ask why he was so turned on. That was a good sign, wasn't it? A sign that she was too consumed by her own needs to ask what was going through his head? Maybe she was so preoccupied with her own private fantasies about Xavier that she wasn't even thinking of him. His cock pulsed at the thought.

  She reached behind her and grabbed his tie. She began walking, pulling him with her down the hallway to the bedroom.

  He was surprised by her hunger, but it matched his own so he went along with it. She struggled with his pants, laughing a little but quickly turning back to the sexy, serious self she rarely became.

  When they reached the bedroom, she pulled his pants down, and surprised him further by falling to the floor with them. He stared at her as she grasped the fabric of his boxers with two hands and slid it over his ass.

  His cock sprang loose: he had spent the entire evening with varying stages of erection, either because he was thinking of his wife with Xavier, or because Tyra had stood close to him and he imagined the weight of her breasts in his hands. In the moments since they had arrived home, Rachel's hungry attitude had brought him full-throttled heat.

  She grasped his cock in her hand, and began to stroke the length of his shaft. She squeezed him hard, which was unusual: Rachel usually handled his cock like it was an expensive vase she didn't want to break. Now she was holding it fiercely, squeezing the length of it as she moved her hand up and down.

  He stared at her, and was surprised to see her smile and open her mouth.

  She took only his glans inside of her hot mouth at first, and sucked on it hard. He felt her tongue moving through suction, exploring the rivet around his head, sliding down the contours of his glans and then to the hole where precum was oozing into her mouth. He felt her tongue digging into him, as if she wanted more.

  He had to close his eyes, the pleasure was so intense. He gasped, and then looked back down as she sucked to the end of his cock and gave a light smack as she back up to stroke him again.

  She smiled up at him.

  What had come over her? She never acted like this, not even when she was drunk.

  She went for his cock again, this time lapping at the tip of him, teasing him, as though she were tasting a Popsicle, unsure of whether or not she liked the flavor.

  He thought of Xavier again, of his fantasy of Rachel licking Xavier's cock instead of his own, and he felt a bead of precum squeeze from his head. Rachel swept it up with her tongue, and then made a trip around the sensitive ridge again, this time without taking him into her mouth. He longed to feel the full heat of her again, but she teased for what seemed like an eternity.

  Finally, she guided his cock to her mouth with her hand wrapped tightly around the shaft.

  Josh sucked in his breath as she plunged him inside of her mouth. He felt her lips slide to the usual depth, maybe three-quarters of the distance to the base of his cock. She pulled back, and slid up to the tip of him, and then went down on him again.

  But when she reached the place she normally stopped, he felt her tug at his cock, and her lips began to slide further. She took him deeper into her mouth, past the hard ridge of the roof of her mouth. He felt her soft palate, and a spasm as she gagged, but she kept going, until her throat and all of its silken wetness was swallowing him up.

  He looked down, almost in disbelief, as her lips closed around the base of his cock. She was pressed against his pelvis now, and on the underside of his cock her lower lip was hot against his ball sack. He could feel her spit-covered chin against him.

  “Oh god,” he said involuntarily.

  He felt another twist in her mouth, and a choked sound came from her throat. But it was Rachel who was holding herself there, Rachel who was forcing herself to take his entire cock.

  He liked the sound of her gagging.

  And he liked the idea, an idea that was snaking around in the shadows of his mind, that Rachel was behaving like this because she felt guilty.

  Or maybe she wanted to practice.

  Or maybe she just wanted to be a dirty slut.

  Any way he sliced it, he knew he shouldn't be as turned on as he was, but he couldn’t help it.

  She began to bob up and down on his cock again, and she looked up at him. Her eyes were watering, and her mouth was filled with his shaft.

  It was incredible. He should have just focused on how incredible of a blowjob his wife was giving him.

  But he couldn't help think that her mouth could be even fuller. He couldn’t help but imagine what it would look like, if a bigger cock were inside of it. How she would gag if there was an even longer prick probing her throat...

  He felt a surge of cum threatening to burst, and he jerked his head up at the ceiling in an effort to slow his orgasm. He didn't want this to be over just yet.

  But looking at the ceiling only allowed him to fill his head with even more filthy images of his wife and Xavier.

  Jesus.

  He reached down and grasped her hair, pushing off rather than pulling her toward his cock.

  Then he noticed that she had her hand beneath her skirt. It was twisted at an odd angle, and it was clear she was fingering herself.

  “Come in my mouth,” she said, pulling on his cock.

  Josh inhaled sharply. He had longed for his wife to be such a dirty talker, and to say something like this, for ages.

  But what had come over her?

  Xavier?

  He felt this thought, rather than turning him off, only make him more wild. He changed the force of his hand, and pushed Rachel back onto his cock. This time he pushed her head deep onto him, something he had never done.

  The rush of the sensation, the feeling of pushing on the shape of a human head and having his cock swallowed into the wet, sticky heat of her throat, was already threatening to send him over the edge. But then he let himself imagine Xavier doing this same thing, with his fingers worked into his wife's hair, pulling her up and down his long shaft, gagging her with his meat, and his climax erupted violently. The pool of cum that had coiled at the base of his cock sprang forward.

  Rachel always pulled away and let his cum splash somewhere on the carpet or the floor, on those rare occasions when she gave him head.

  This time, though, she moaned with her own climax, and her throat remained closed around his cock. The moan warbled around his cock as his cum surged forward and filled her throat.

  Her eyes were closed, and he had to hold her to him. But she wasn't pulling away hard, and he felt her spasming throat drink him up.

  He wondered, as she let him fill her up, if she was thinking about her husband...or about someone else.

  12: BREAKING NEWS

  “Another shit assignment.” Rachel indulged in leaning her head back on the headrest. She didn't care, anymore, if her hair got messed up.

  The assignment wasn't all that terrible: some kids were building a scale-model solar system on a rancher's property, and it turned out he had nearly been selected for a space flight, so he was more than happy to help them out. Blah blah, human interest.

  Xavier took a long drink of water. Rachel found herself watching his Adam’s apple, and then letting her eyes drop further down his chest. She blinked deliberately and looked out her own window.

  She needed to get herself together. Xavier hadn't acted strange or mentioned the dinner or the hallway. And that was good.

  She had thought about him that night, and she felt guilty about it. She was almost sheepish when she arrived at work and saw him. Sheepish because she had sucked her husband's cock in a lewd and pornographic way, and imagined the whole time that she was sucking up Xavier. She had even let Josh fill her mouth with his bitter cum, and she hadn't gagged at it like she usually did, because she had been thinking of swallowing Xavier's cock. Pleasing him. Giving him an incredible blowjob.

  Oh god. She was really losing it.

  So she had busied herself complaining loudly about her assignments for the day. Talking about politics and anything else non-se
xy she could think of.

  “What do you want anyway? City Hall?” Xavier asked, in answer to her question.

  She paused to make sure she didn't reveal her real thoughts, and say, “your cock.”

  “Something like that,” she said.

  What she seemed to want was a very naughty thing.

  Xavier shook his head. “Just as boring. 'Mayor cut ribbon on new development.' 'Mayor gave speech at Rotary Club Fundraiser.' 'City Council had meeting and got nothing done.' 'Council has no response to the eternal question, why are there so many potholes on 8th avenue?'”

  Rachel closed her eyes. She didn't like how Xavier was making her feel. Cheering her up. Making her smile. Making her want to press her hands against his chest and see if it was, in fact, as smooth as it seemed.

  “Better than, 'duck crosses road,'” she said. Her voice was sour but she had to work at it. “I just...really want to do something serious.”

  Xavier shrugged. “It's all the same.”

  “You're a cameraman, though,” Rachel protested. “It is all the same to you. Nobody knows who you are. Nobody makes stupid blogs about you.”

  “Excuse me,” Xavier said. “I am a camera artiste. And last I checked...” His eyes went up and down Rachel's body. It was such a deliberate, groping look, that Rachel almost didn't believe it happened. “People are writing about me,” he finished.

  Rachel felt herself blush. Xavier's eyes moving over her body had left her tingling. She stepped hard on what she felt inside, but there was no denying that she felt it: desire. There was no denying to herself that she liked Xavier's eyes taking a long drink of her.

  There was a moment of silence, and Rachel felt something clawing inside of her chest. Her breath was caught in her throat, and she found herself completely speechless. He was looking at her, and she could read the attraction in his eyes. Did he know what she thinking as well? Did he read the fantasies she had in the unsteadiness of her gaze?

  “We have a solar system to film,” she finally said. Her voice sounded unsure of itself.

  “We do,” Xavier agreed, but he didn't move. He gave her a wry smile.

  There was no denying to herself that she wanted to do something very, very bad. Her eyes were fluttering almost maniacally between Xavier's lips and his eyes. Her mind was fluttering between thought of affection and thoughts of his cock. She felt like a crazy person.

  She looked forward and exhaled.

  “Am I making you nervous, Rachel Elliot?” Xavier said.

  There was no mistaking that he was coaxing her with that voice of his. This wasn't a neutral question, and it wasn't even phrased to be deniable later.

  It was just like the hallway.

  Xavier was making a move.

  And she sort of wanted him to.

  She didn't, because she didn't want to be unfaithful.

  But she sort of did.

  No, she really did.

  And now it was happening.

  “Oh god,” Rachel said helplessly. She closed her eyes. Maybe the whole situation would go away if she just kept her eyes closed.

  She could feel, though, almost like heat, that Xavier was not looking away. He wasn't going to let her off the hook. She could feel that he was still staring at her, boring into her with his eyes.

  And what would it feel like to have a man like that look at her with that same intensity while his magnificent body pressed her into the sheets and his cock filled her until it hurt?

  Rachel snapped her eyes open. She looked at Xavier. Sure enough, he was still staring at her.

  “I'm married,” she whispered. “I'm..you're...you're married, this is...” she struggled to think of the word. Wrong? Right? Hot?

  “Inappropriate,” she finished lamely.

  Xavier laughed. It was a controlled laugh, small and short. “Inappropriate, huh?” He pressed his lips together.

  Rachel was helpless, she would tell herself later, as Xavier reached out his hand and brushed it over the bare skin on her knee. His touch sent a wave of excitement along the inside of her thigh and the back of her knee, and she felt goosebumps burst to life on her neck and her shoulders. Just from his fingertips over her knee.

  “It's up to you how inappropriate it is, Ray.”

  Another moment of holding her gaze. She was paralyzed. She was sure she wasn't even breathing.

  The sound of the door handle opening cracked through her trance. As though nothing were happening in the car, Xavier looked ahead. “Well. Let's go get these planets filmed.” He smiled, and turned back to her. “Want some advice?”

  He paused, and she felt her heart turning to liquid inside of her chest.

  “Talk about Pluto. It's controversial.”

  He left the car.

  When she started breathing, it came in ragged puffs. Rachel stared at the windshield. Whatever had transpired between them had left a light film of steam on the glass.

  She brushed her hair from her forehead and found it damp.

  Jesus.

  She barely made it through her takes, and she barely remembered what she had said to the smiling, proud kids and the old man who was helping them build a solar system model to scale on his giant farm. Pluto had been the size of a grain of sand, she remembered that.

  She and Xavier didn't really speak on the way back to the station. She wasn't sure how to take it. The silence wasn't uncomfortable for him: she could see that. He made a few jokes. He pointed out an ugly dog in a tutu.

  Everything, in fact, seemed so normal with him that it almost infuriated her.

  Had she imagined what he had said?

  Had she read more into it than was there?

  Her knee felt the ghost of his touch, and a shiver traveled over her much as it had before.

  No, he definitely touched her. He definitely touched her knee and it definitely meant something to touch a woman's knee. Like that.

  He went to the editing room to drop off his footage, and she went to the office she half-shared with Melissa Wagner, a part-time non-camera reporter. Melissa wasn't there, and Rachel found herself struggling to waft through the piles of human-interest nonsense she was supposed to provide an opinion to Arthur about (not that he would listen to what she said, which wasn't helping her enthusiasm or her focus).

  But it wasn't Arthur who was distracting her.

  She could feel the hard ache of desire between her legs. She didn't like it; she didn't want to feel it. She knew she was treading in dangerous waters with her marriage, and that was the last thing she wanted to do.

  She couldn't deny to herself, though, that Xavier's touch was thrilling.

  She also couldn't deny that when she had seen Tyra, in all of her ethereal beauty, her heart had taken a dive for the floor. She had felt embarrassment and disappointment wash over her, standing there on the steps of Xavier's house. His wife was far too beautiful, and far too...in possession of herself...for Xavier to be even momentarily distracted by a girl like Rachel.

  Her disappointment had healed over quickly, turned into relief. She had been harboring silly thoughts about Xavier. Dangerous thoughts. And now she could put them away, dismiss them as ridiculous, childish fantasies, and not have to worry about anything ever happening with them.

  Then, today had happened. And Rachel could not deny that she felt a swell of pleasure that Xavier could be interested in her. Even though his wife was so beautiful.

  It's up to you how inappropriate it is, Ray.

  Rachel shivered, and tried to concentrate on her task. She would be here forever if she didn't.

  At nine o'clock, she realized that time had escaped her. She had been reading the sludge of stories on her desk but understanding nothing, thinking about Xavier and then Josh, playing out sensual fantasies and nightmarish consequences, for two hours without actually reading a single story on her desk. She sighed. She would have to come in early tomorrow or Arthur would ream her.

  Then she gave the papers a swirl with her hand. Did it really matte
r? She found herself smiling, and Xavier's devious nature whispering in her ear. Why the hell would she spend her time actually thinking about any of this?

  She grabbed three leads at random and tucked them in her purse. She'd make a case for them tomorrow and not worry about it.

  She walked down the hallway smugly.

  Everyone on her floor had left. The lights were all still on, as they always were, because it was unusual that no one at all was left behind, working.

  When the male figure stepped out of the stairwell behind her, she knew it was Xavier. She knew without looking back. He said nothing, and she kept walking, pretending not to have noticed it was him. The presence of his body behind her raised the hairs on her skin with a static charge. She could feel it from the narrow spine of her ankles, along her calves, in the fold where her ass met her legs, curled up in her lower back, breathing on her neck. Her heart began to beat faster as he quickened his step, ever-so-slightly, to catch up to her.

  “Hmm. You don't even look to see who's behind you,” he said.

  Rachel felt a shiver travel through her. There was no denying, no denying to herself, that she was attracted to him. That he turned her to jelly.

  This was very, very bad. She knew it was bad.

  Flustered, she turned around and waved her hand at him, palm forward.

  He stepped closer to her, though. “That could be very dangerous, Rachel. You never know who could be up here.”

  Rachel felt heat traveling up her neck. Xavier was moving ever-closer to her, and she wanted to move away from him – she knew she was supposed to move away from him – but she felt like her feet had turned to lead.

  “Or what ideas they might get,” Xavier said. His voice was low. They were alone in the hallway.

  Rachel willed herself to say:

  “Xavier,” and she meant to keep going, and say “this is inappropriate,” but her voice failed her and that was all she managed to whisper.

  He moved closer to her, and now his mouth was just millimeters away from her lips. He appeared to have not even registered what she said.

  Or care.