by Raven Merlot
“Look, just because we had sex doesn’t mean I’m okay with things.”
“You’re okay with things?!” Christa said loudly.
“Shhhh! Stephanie’s sleeping.”
“John…” Christa said tiredly. “I don’t want to do this anymore behind Stephanie’s back. That was the whole fucking point of our breakup before.”
“Yeah, at which point you fucked Connor, a guy you hardly know.”
“Well, you knew him.”
“And at what point did my knowing him make you think it was okay to suck his balls?”
“Oh, I don’t know…about the point where you decided I was your second in command. And that Stephanie was the ONLY girl you loved.”
“I told her that because she needed to hear it.”
“And you don’t think that hurt?”
John sighed. “Look, I’m not holding Connor against you, okay? You screwed up.”
“Whoopee.”
“But all the same, I think we should stop seeing each other. Permanently.”
Christa looked at John in suspicion. “Really now?”
“Yes. For real,” John said straightly. “I want to end this for good. Connor slept with Stephanie.”
“Pig.”
“Exactly. But I know now this has all been my fault. I screwed up with Stephanie and now I’m dealing with the consequences. I want to start fresh. I want to be faithful to my wife. I want to save this marriage.”
“And what about me?”
“It’s over between us. I’ve made my choice. You’re free to do what you want.”
“Oh, just like that, huh?”
“I’m doing the right thing, Christa. Don’t you understand?”
“All right, fine. We’re over then,” Christa said coldly.
“I’m sorry it had to be this way. But I’m ready to be honest now. The game is over.
The drama is done. I want a normal life again.”
“Have you told Stephanie, by the way?”
“What? No.”
“Why?”
“I don’t feel the need to hurt her like that. Do you?”
“God, John! She already knows!”
“Exactly, she already knows. And there’s no need to bring it up.”
“So am I banned from this house now?”
“No,” John said casually. “You can stay as long as you need to. But we’re no longer friends with benefits. And Connor is through. He’s no longer part of our lives.”
“Hmmm,” Christa said with a sly smile. “And did you make that clear to him?”
Christa softly giggled as John ranted on and on about his strong hand and husbandly responsibilities. But even then Christa knew, Connor wasn’t done playing John’s game by a long shot.
Part 3: Out in the Open
Stephanie never looked forward to reading her text messages. Usually they were moody little snaps from her husband, or work-related texts, or messages from her sister—usually bragging about how great her life was. It was never particularly comfortable. But now, now that Connor had become a part of her life and was still firmly attached to her, she dreaded every incoming message.
“STEPHANIE, I WANT TO MEET YOU.”
“I TOLD YOU I CAN’T.”
“YOU CAN’T OR YOU DON’T WANT TO?”
“I CAN’T. AND I…”
“GO ON.”
“I DON’T KNOW.”
“YOU’RE AFRAID OF JOHN. OF JOHN FINDING OUT ABOUT US.”
“HE ALREADY KNOWS! AND I TOLD HIM I WOULD STOP SEEING YOU.”
“COME ON, FELICIA. YOU KNOW WHAT WE HAD TOGETHER WAS GOOD. I DON’T WANT IT TO STOP.”
“I KNOW BUT… I HAVE TO GO. JOHN IS COMING HOME EARLY.”
“I DON’T GIVE A DAMN WHAT JOHN THINKS. HE CHEATED ON YOU, HE SHOULD PAY THE PRICE.”
“BUT I HAVE A GOOD MARRIAGE! I CAN’T JUST THROW THAT AWAY.”
“SEND ME A PICTURE OF YOU.”
“WHAT? WHY?”
“YOU KNOW WHY. SOMETHING SEXY. I WANT TO MAKE LOVE TO YOU. RIGHT NOW.”
“I SHOULDN’T.”
“BUT YOU WANT TO.”
“I WOULDN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO.”
“SEND ME A PICTURE OF YOUR PUSSY. I WANT TO THINK ABOUT HOW AMAZING YOU TASTE.”
“OH GOD YOU JUST CAN’T STOP, CAN YOU?”
“I CAN’T QUIT YOU.”
Stephanie’s patience was running out. Every day, Connor would write her with new demands. He never forced her to do anything. But the way he talked, the lust in his words, made her feel weak at the knee. She had already said yes to him. Saying no seemed so much more difficult now. Besides, whenever she tried to shoo him away, he would only become more intoxicated with her, more determined to win her over.
Whenever she told him yes, her heart thumped in delight. She knew it was wrong, but the thrill of surrendering left a funny feeling in her belly. John had already known what she did. Was knowing how many times really that important? One more time, one more come together, would only be another chapter in a book John already read.
Stephanie did as she was told. She went to the bathroom, making sure John was unaware, and then shut the door behind her. She pulled down her skirt and underwear and took a snapshot of her pussy, just the way Connor asked. The feeling made her feel excited, tingling. A smile even flashed across her face. She attached the photo and sent it.
Just as soon as she did, she quickly opened the door and lost her salacious grin, ready to go back and face her husband with a respectable smile.
“Everything okay?” John asked, a bit suspicious as always.
“Yeah!” she said with a happy smile.
“Christa’s going to come over tonight,” John said blankly. “She says she can’t stand being alone. You know the way she is.”
Stephanie flinched. “Oh, I see. We can’t babysit her forever.”
“Well, no, but I thought it was the decent thing to do.” John widened his eyes and stared at Stephanie in warning. “She needs our help. We’re in a position to help her. Why not be kind? I mean shit, she’s your fucking friend. I’m just trying to think of other people except myself.”
“Okay, fine,” Stephanie said, not wanting to deal with another argument.
“Christa said she can take the guestroom. Unless of course we all want to sleep in the same bed.”
John smiled, but Stephanie glared back.
“I was just kidding.”
“Fine, whatever. The guestroom is fine.”
“Okay, so I’ll be back. I’m going to pick her up.”
Stephanie glowered at the thought. “You’re going to pick her up? I thought she was driving herself here?”
“I offered to pick her up. She sounded really bummed.” John made a sad face.
“Fine, go. I don’t care.”
Stephanie always suspected that John was cheating with Christa. Christa once told her that she would “never do that” to her best friend, so the excuse of platonic friendship always seemed believable. But deep down, she knew that the idea of John and Christa spending so much time alone together bothered her. Not just because of the sex—sex was momentary. Sex was nothing. But the emotional affair that might be going on was even worse. It became such a stress, implying things and John vehemently denying anything was happening, that Stephanie gradually accepted it. She didn’t care what he was doing, so long as it stayed out of her house.
Which is precisely why bringing Christa back bothered Stephanie immensely.
John seemed uppity that particular evening, so she didn’t want to rehash the same old argument. She knew exactly what he would say—that he wasn’t cheating—and that would end the argument. Soon enough, John and Christa would be here in the same living room, keeping secrets and playing games. And there was nothing she could do about it.
She lay on the couch, dressed only in a t-shirt and pajama pants. She had a full, long, and exhausting day at the office. All she wanted to do was smoke and get to bed. She couldn’t bear to
even talk to Christa, not tonight, she thought. Too much was going on inside her head.
She heard a knock at the door. She jumped up from the couch, ready to let John back inside. He probably forgot something or wanted to ask her about dinner. John was probably going to offer to cook something, as always. He did at least have culinary skills going for him.
But to her surprise, when she answered the door, Connor was there, looking fearless and determined as always.
“What are you doing here?!” Stephanie said, shaking her head nervously.
“Where is John?”
“He’s out running an errand.”
“Cheating again?”
“He’s not cheating!” Stephanie snapped.
“I can’t take it anymore, Stephanie. I want you. I need you. You’re all I think about anymore.”
“We can’t!” she replied desperately. “For god’s sake, Connor, I’m married! And he’s going to be back in just a little while.”
“That gives us time,” Connor said, right before putting his hand to her cheek and calmly brushing her face.
“I can’t let you in,” Stephanie said firmly. “I can’t risk getting caught.”
Connor sighed in annoyance. “You can’t let me in?”
“No!”
“Fine then we’ll stay out here.”
“What-?”
Connor grabbed Stephanie forcefully and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her passionately, putting his hands through her hair. She had taken her makeup off and dressed down for the evening. But that didn’t stop Connor one bit.
“I’m not even dressed!” Stephanie cried out, after easing out of the long wet kiss.
“I want you. Nothing can stop me from taking you. Right now. I can’t resist you, Stephanie.”
Connor kissed her again, this time gently pushing her against the brick wall of the front porch.
“Wait…what are we doing?”
“You don’t have to do anything,” Connor said, kissing her neck and then sending his hot lips down her shirt and to her waist. “But I need to taste you. Ever since you sent me that picture I can’t stop thinking about you. And us. Together in bed.”
“We can’t do anything in bed,” Stephanie said, shaking her head and pushing him away.
“Fine. You keep throwing that in my face and I keep coming.”
Connor bent to his knees and continued kissing her waist, all the way down to her covered mound.
“What the fuck!” she cried out, suddenly very aware that his lips were directly on her mound and suckling—a sensation she could feel even through her heavy clothes.
“I don’t have to come in. But I need you, Stephanie.”
“We have neighbors!”
“I don’t care who sees us.”
Connor pulled her pants down and engorged himself with her panties. She couldn’t even pry his lips away from her crotch, not with how madly he was kissing. She finally gave up, throwing her hands up in resignation and clutching onto the wall. She sighed deeply as he pulled her panties down and brought his lips to her bush.
She was already getting wet. Every time he kissed her, right there, she sighed softly and grabbed his head. He was eating her pussy out in dusk, oblivious to John or any of the neighbors. Stephanie almost swore Connor wanted to get caught.
But the danger of the moment, along with the pressing need to cum quickly, let her cream Connor’s face just in the John of time. When she came, she barely had enough oomph left to shove Connor’s wet face away from her and to stagger back inside, slamming the door behind her.
Please God, she thought. Let Connor just go home. I don’t need a confrontation right now.
Her pussy was still throbbing but satisfied. He ate her good and fast, just the way it had to be. She fell down on the couch and grabbed her hair in stress. She had no idea what was going to happen next. All she could do was stare into space, let her heart calm down, and pray.
John and Christa came inside a few minutes later, much to Stephanie’s surprise.
“Hey,” John said nonchalantly. He apparently had no desire to explain why he took an extra twenty minutes to pick up Christa. Just like Stephanie didn’t feel the need to explain why she still looking a little flushed and was crossing her legs tightly, hoping the smell of her used cunt wasn’t too obvious.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah!” Stephanie said wide-eyed. “You?”
“Yeah,” John said happily, very pleased that his wife wasn’t giving him suspicious eyes today. “I’m going to make tacos for us.”
“Great! That sounds yummy!” Christa said.
Stephanie smiled. Feeling satisfied, relieved, and yes, doubly wet and horny. Unfortunately, some of that big smile was riddled with guilt.
**
“Oooh yeah!” John cried out, turning red in the face while he plowed Stephanie with all of his might. John was sporting a dick all right, horny all through dinner, and eye-fucking both his wife and mistress.
Christa dismissed herself to the guestroom, no doubt still feeling pangs of jealous at the fact that her “true love John” was now fucking his wife instead of her. Nobody understood John like she did. The only reason she couldn’t hate Stephanie was because she was her best friend and maybe she did deserve better.
Meanwhile, Stephanie was cumming loud and hard, probably still reeling over Connor’s oral skills, though John’s little dick only helped.
John finished cumming inside and then keeled over to catch his breath.
“I’m sorry,” Stephanie said, feeling devastated.
“What?” John said in confusion. “Why?”
“I cheated on you.”
“Say whaaat?” John’s eyes went feral and he scooted backwards, away from his wayward wife.
“I’m sorry.”
“Yeah…look, I sort of knew that,” John said, blinking away his doubts. “You said, you said Connor…”
“No, John!” she said adamantly. “I mean I cheated again. Just today.”
“What the fuck!” John replied shaking his head in disgust. “With Connor or some other guy?”
She fumed. “What do you think!”
“I don’t know!” John said. “I don’t how many guys you’re fucking. Should I take a ballpark guess?”
“It was Connor. JUST Connor,” she replied coldly. “I’m sorry.”
“When? When the fuck…”
“When do you think? When you were OUT? With Christa?”