Written for image 09 for the May contest!
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A trip to Miami with my friends sounded fun. At first, the thought of traveling without my husband, Jaden, made me uneasy. Jaden dealt with all of the usual stuff: booking the flight, hotel stays, and making sure we had all the right stuff packed.
The girls even extended the invitation to him, knowing it would improve the chances of me going. They were right, and while he did initially agree, work wouldn’t give him the time off. Still, Jaden insisted that I should go, even if he wasn’t there. My friends would be and a good time would be had either way.
“But what if I get horny on the trip, and you’re all the way back home?” I asked him.
“Then I can pack some toys in your carry-on for when you think of me,” Jaden teased, kissing my forehead. “That should be plenty, right?”
~
I clutched up the cover-up as I looked at myself in the mirror. I’d put on some weight since the last time I wore a swimsuit, and the girls helped me pick this one out weeks before the trip. Against my usual trepidations, we settled on something more risqué than I was used to: a high-cut two-piece with a very, very cheeky backside. My full breasts were close to spilling out.
The day I bought it, I wanted to show Jaden, and I even sent him a few blurry pictures from the dressing room, but they got buried in our conversation. He didn’t say a word about it, and the longer the time went on, the more embarrassing it felt to bring up.
Even still, I packed it.
It was okay that he didn’t see it. I knew what he would say. You look good! He always did, even if I didn’t. Jaden wasn’t even the jealous type, so I doubted he’d even raise an eyebrow if he saw how scandalous this set was. I brought a backup, too, just in case–one of my more modest one-pieces.
Part of my hangup was the possibility that I’d draw much more attention than I would be used to, but the girls hyped me up, saying I looked too hot not to get out on the beach, and the longer I looked in the mirror, the more I believed them.
I couldn’t ask for a better first day. A perfectly manageable level of heat, and the water was the perfect temperature. Absolutely refreshing. We got in the circle tossing around a beach ball, though I could feel everyone else’s concentration wane. Their eyes wandered, scoping out the eye candy on dry land.
On the walk back to our towels, I felt eyes on us. I was used to the stares directed at my friends. They’re gorgeous, so they were prone to more than their fair share of double takes. Today was a little different. Occasionally, I’d catch a set of eyes on me. Brief eye contact–not even a full second–was enough to bring a blush to my cheeks. I looked away.
I felt a nudge at my side. Brenda smirked, jerking her head back. “Heads up. Those guys that just passed by? Total double take.”
“Probably for you guys, right?” I responded, not joking. It wasn’t self-deprecating, not in totality. I knew where I stood in this group.
“No, girl,” Brenda scoffs, giving me a light shove on my arm. “They were all over you. Didn’t I say you look good?”
I shrugged modestly. Staring down at my cleavage, I felt myself blush. Hyperaware of my bottoms riding up my ass, the extra breeze made me feel exposed, but I let it be. For once, I felt…good, and I couldn’t thank my friends enough for giving me the courage to wear this.
When I saw myself in the mirror today, I expected looks of disappointment or disgust once I set foot on the beach. To be met instead with flashed eyebrows, dropped jaws, and eyes that darted up and down was a compliment on its own.
“What did Jaden say when you showed him the swimsuit? I bet he got real jealous that he couldn’t come with us,” Brenda asked.
“We didn’t…really talk about it,” I admitted, voice trailing off.
Brenda raised an eyebrow. “Someone’s being secretive. Who is this new Lexie? It’s kind of thrilling, isn’t it?”
“I’m not trying to hide anything. I’m sure he’d be fine with it,” I shrugged, staring up at seamless, cloudless blue.
Brenda chuckled. “You’re telling me he wouldn’t feel even a little uneasy knowing you’re this cheeked up on a weekend in Miami?”
“He doesn’t really get like that,” I said.
“I’m just saying he’s taking it for granted that he married a bombshell,” Brenda told me. Her hand struck my ass playfully, and I giggled. “And she’s still got it!”
My body was dry before we even got back to our spot. I took a seat on the towel, checked my phone, and the group dispersed gradually. Brenda wandered off in search of some food, craving something sweet. All the other girls got approached by some guys for some volleyball.
Content with where I was, I settled in place, lying on my stomach. The double takes as men walked by stoked my ego for sure; I pretended not to notice, even when stares lingered longer than I’d usually allow. I was feeling myself. Confident in a way I hadn’t been in a while.
Opening my camera, I aimed it over my shoulder, getting a nice view of the curvature of my ass. Excitedly, I sent a picture to Jared, typing out a flirty message for him:
Wish you were here 😘missing you already
My heart raced as the message status changed from Sent to Delivered. Anticipation had me counting the seconds, though the wait grew longer. Minutes flew by, and I eventually stopped waiting.
I took out my book, something fun I saw at the airport. A steamy story: a housewife on vacation without her beloved, only to be picked up by a dashing stranger. I started reading it on the plane, but once things got too steamy, I wanted to save it for when I was alone. With the girls doing their own thing, now was as good a time as any.
The buildup and tension were better than I could’ve asked for. The charming stranger was more alluring than I originally thought, and the prospective infidelity was a strange source of arousal that I didn’t quite know how to navigate properly.
My hips rolled slightly against my towel. The heat in my core made the sand feel like snow. If I were in the comfort of my hotel room, these bottoms would be gone. My fingers would be between my legs until the words on the page blurred.
A figure eclipsed the sun, and I looked up to see a man. Tall, tan, looking down at me through thin wire-frame glasses. He pushed them up the bridge of his nose. “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing here all by yourself?”
Little. Ha. He was funny. It took all my willpower not to roll my eyes, and I peered up, gaze grazing along the modest print peeking through his five-inch inseam trunks. “Just reading and enjoying the sun.”
“I hope you put on some sunscreen,” he said, laughing lightly, “or you’ll be about as red as your hair in no time. The sun here doesn’t mess around.”
“Right, thank you,” I said with a nod, reaching for the sunscreen in my beach bag.
The man held a hand out, motioning for the bottle. “I got you. Don’t worry.”
“I should be fine,” I assured, offering a polite smile.
“What about your back?” he asked, flashing a smug grin. He was right, and we both knew it. My eyes scanned for any signs of my friends. Brenda was nowhere to be found, and the other girls were having the time of their lives in the middle of their match, screaming excitedly after every point.
“Fine,” I agreed reluctantly before jolting at the cold squirts against my back. He spread the sunscreen evenly, and I hated how good it felt. His hands moved across my body, following the tempo of the distant, crashing waves. Every pass of his hands relaxed me further, and the thumbs kneaded knots I didn’t even know were there. My breath hitched.
“Too much?” he asked. “I can stop.”
I shook my head, burying it into crossed arms. “N-no. It feels good. I didn’t realize just how stiff I got from the plane ride.”
I closed my eyes, perfectly prepared to fall asleep. This felt like heaven, and it was free. His thumb dug into my lower back, and a breath slipped out on accident. My eyes widened, and I covered my mouth, but that smug chuckle of his told me the damage was done.
He cleared his throat, muttering, “Want me to do your legs too?”
“Mhm.”
Cold drips down onto the back of my legs, but it was short-lived. His hands left heat along every inch he touched. The man did their best to work out aches in my calves, and his thumbs digging into my thighs had me melting like ice cream on white-hot pavement.
“You sure your boyfriend will be okay with this?”
“I’m married, actually,” I correct him, fighting against the guilt poking at my chest. I gulped hard. “You’re just…putting on sunscreen.”
Was the justification for Jaden? Or me?
“Why isn’t he doing it, then?” the man asked before. I swore I heard less-than-holy intentions in his voice when pressed just a hair harder into my tight muscles. “Is he at the bar getting you drinks or something?”
“He’s actually all the way back at home in Minnesota,” I said, far too candidly than I usually would. What the hell was I doing? “I’m just here with friends.”
“That sounds fun. For them, I mean. They all get to hook up with whatever guy catches their eyes, and that leaves you with…your book, right?”
I huffed sharply through my nostrils, feeling my eyebrows crinkle. Don’t remind me. “My imagination will get me there. Don’t worry.”
His hands travelled higher up my thigh. My body tensed, and I held my breath. He was dangerously close to my ass. The problem was not that he would’ve touched me there, but that I wouldn’t have stopped him if he did.
I breathed easier once his hands were off of me, though the disappointment I felt threw me for a loop. The heat between my legs fought against the guilt when I thought about Jaden and what he would think about this encounter.
“Wow,” he said. The silence that followed was charged. It thickened the air, and I looked up over my shoulder at him, hoping to meet his eyes, but they were occupied. Temptation. Lust. Starvation. There was so much to be seen in the eyes that followed my every curve. “I should stop here. Sorry. Definitely got ahead of myself.”
“It’s just a massage.” The pleading eyes I wielded didn’t hit their target, but I saw him cursing silently, practically undressing me with his eyes. “Right?”
“I thought I was putting on sunscreen,” he said. “Besides, if I kept going, I really don’t think my imagination would be enough. That ass is just…wow.”
The man stood up, and his shuffling in the sand came to a stop. “If you ever need…um…help with your sunscreen, I’m happy to apply it again?
“Same time tomorrow?” I joked cheekily. He laughed, but it struck more as polite than anything.
“I was thinking more this evening. You can knock on my door. Room 76.”
“I don’t think I’ll need much sunscreen at night,” I said.
“A massage, then,” he responded, licking his lips before they curled up into a smile. “A real one this time.”
“Is this your way to make money? You give them a preview on the beach, and you solicit your services after?” I shot back.
“It’ll be free,” he promised me. “Won’t cost you a thing.”
“Somehow, I’m finding that hard to believe,” I said, shaking my head, turning my eyes back to the book. “Thank you, though.”
“Enjoy your book!” he told me as he walked away.
~
I was back in my hotel room sooner than later. Without a cloud in the sky, the sun burned hotter than I anticipated. My head was light from a lack of water, from the arousal built by my book, and from the phantom hands pressing over my body.
No.
I turned my thoughts back towards Jaden. I wondered what he was up to. I opened our text thread; my photo was still left unread. After a sigh, dripping wet desire called me. I dug into my bag to see what goodies Jaden packed for me.
A thick, sizable dildo, and a suction toy for my clit. A tried-and-true combination that he loved to use on me in the bedroom. It was a perfect setup. When I needed him more than the dildo, I’d beg for him to stick it in. He never let me down, thrusting deep until I came all over his cock, and I was reduced to a moaning mess.
I got in doggy, and eased the dildo into myself. One hand thrusted in and out while the other positioned my suction toy onto my eager bud. The dildo gave me the fullness I wanted earlier on the beach. Why did I have to grab that book of all the choices at the airport? The scenario was a little too on the nose. Every thought and conflict character had felt like it was siphoned straight from my head.
The massage on the beach was certainly something dangerous. To say that man was good with his hands would be an understatement. He had me feeling things I shouldn’t have. My want became a need. And a need this bad was dangerous enough without my Jaden here to quench my thirst.
The toy on my clit buzzed and sucked, but I could feel it weaken. I held the power button, hoping to use what juice remains, but it was completely dead. I whined against the sheets, biting them to muffle my curses of frustration. If Jaden didn’t pack the charger, I’d be out of luck.
I tossed the toy aside and put all my effort into thrusting the dildo against the spot that needed the most attention right now. Every deep stroke milked a moan deep from within my core. Breathy. Desperate.
I closed my eyes, pushing my body back against the toy. I pictured hands on me. The same strong hands that pressed sunscreen into my skin–how tightly would he grab my waist? Those fingers that masterfully worked out knots–how deep could they dig into the crease between my belly and thighs?
Tightness choked the beating in my chest, and I opened my eyes wide. That was so wrong to think about. It wasn’t fair to Jaden. I felt naughty and dirty. Depraved for even entertaining the fantasies.
It was just a fantasy, though. Harmless. Jaden didn’t need to know. And whatever I used to bring about my orgasms was up to me.
Still, the guilt lingered. It eased my conscience to think of my husband instead. He was my everything. My rock. Thinking of another man felt like a betrayal on its own. A test of my loyalty–one that I was failing.
I whispered Jaden’s name, repeating it to the tempo of my dildo. It filled me out, similar to how he did, and hit deep against my sweet spot.
Yet, it wasn’t enough.
My hands sped up furiously, aching to grant me my climax. But no matter what I did, I rode the edge of release. Even a deep breath wasn’t enough to calm my nerves. Confusing, conflicting thoughts spun around my head and fought my body, blocking access to that well-needed bliss. It was torture.
God, I was so close.
I kept trying. Just more of the same. Every chant of Jaden‘s name came out desperately. Who was I begging to? Myself, for housing these dirty desires? Jaden, who I needed now more than ever, not being here to give me a proper dicking? Or the man from the beach, whose hands planted this want deep inside me—
No, definitely not him.
I grabbed my phone. Shaky hands brought up my text messages with Jaden. My picture was viewed what must’ve been 10 minutes ago, while I was…occupied. There wasn’t any sort of reply. No sign that he was typing. Radio silence. I chalked it up to him being busy at work, but my frustration still stood tall. Why couldn’t he want me the same way I wanted him right now?
As a last-ditch effort, I called him. All I needed was to hear his voice. If he heard how badly I wanted him, he could talk me through it. Even if he ranted about his day so far, and that would be enough for me. Every ring tightened my chest, and the anticipation of his first greeting nearly pushed me over. At last, I heard him:
“Hey—”
My wrist was tired from how fast my hand moved, but I powered through the strain.
“—you’ve reached Jaden. I can’t answer the phone right now, but I’m happy to get back to you as soon as I can. Please leave a message after the beep.”
After hanging up the phone, I sat up, head still fogged from the unreleased, wound-up tension in my body. I needed something to clear my head. A walk. More time on the beach. Anything to distract me. The cover art on the book caught my eye.
Yeah, no, anything but that.
My thoughts quieted down, and I heard the distant call of gulls, the rhythm of the water, and endless screams of joy and laughter. Back to the beach it was, I guess. I put my bottoms back on, hiking them up, and a quick turn in the mirror ensured my ass looked perfect. After slipping on my flip-flops, I walked out the door.
A walk did wonders to clear my head. I took the long way through the hotel, and the bounce of each step brought me closer to relaxing in the sand. Maybe a full plunge into the water was what I needed to truly douse out earlier’s frustrations.
My smile faded when I looked back over my shoulder at a door I had passed. Room 76. The man from earlier was staying here, or so he said. I wondered if he was in, or if I’d stumble across him again out on the beach. Curled fingers rapped lightly against his door.
Reality hit. Why did I do that? What good would that have done? The tightness in my chest returned, and so did a trickle between my legs.
It was fine. All I had to do was turn and continue walking, so I did. Until the door opened. I took a gulp and slowly glanced over my shoulder. There he was, leaning against the doorway.
“You’re here earlier than I expected.” He pushed his glasses up.
“There’s a crick in my neck I can’t get, and you’re pretty good with your hands,” I said, slowly losing courage with each word. My lips pursed when I heard the door shut with a loud thud.
“I’m good with more than just my hands,” he responded smoothly. I ignored it. He was trying to get a rise out of me, and I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. His hand motioned to the bed, and I lay flat across it on my stomach. “Is it okay if I straddle you?”
The obvious answer was no, but my mouth moved faster than my thoughts did. “Whatever makes it easier.”
Strong hands squeezed and pinched the back of my neck. Tension was pushed out. Knots broke down as he kneaded. I rolled my neck and immediately felt relief when much-needed cracks sounded. “Oh, fuck, that’s good.”
The man took liberties with his hands, massaging areas he knew from earlier. Even after such a short encounter, it was like he knew me so well. He worked my back–both upper and lower–and even eased some tightness in my shoulder blades.
His fingers slid under the back of my top, meaning to push it up, and I snapped to look at him. He shrugged, grinning, assuring it would help him work on my back. After a sigh, I let it happen, and he eased my top over my head.
Compared to earlier, he was uncharacteristically quiet. I spoke first to break the silence, “What’s with the polo shirt?”
“Ah, this. I had a work call. The corporate types can’t get enough of Zoom meetings, and the shirt helps convince them that I didn’t spend half of the morning at the beach.”
“Makes sense to me,” I muttered. Listening on the best I could, my mind wandered; I was far more interested in what his hands were doing. They’d moved down to my thighs again, and I felt the simmer between my legs again. Biting my lip, I parted my legs. It was too late for regret. I gave him the option, and the ball was in his court.
A thumb scooped the underside of my cheek. He indulged in a handful, and I bit my lips to hide a smile, glad he couldn’t see the face I was making.
“This ass is incredible. Hubby’s a lucky guy,” he said, withdrawing his hand. I grabbed his wrist, bringing his hand back to my body, and I felt his grip tighten.
“He likes way more than just my ass,” I teased, suppressing a growl when I felt the man squeeze me again. Lifting my hips, I felt him take his weight off me, and I rolled under him, looking him straight in the eyes. Tilting my head, I couldn’t help but grin. Brenda was right. This thrill? There wasn’t anything like it. “You said you were good with more than just your hands?”
“Yeah.” Delight was apparent in his eyes.
“What’s that entail? Your mouth?”
“It could be,” he answered slowly, moving closer, eyes unwavering. “Is that what you want?”
I didn’t answer. The rapid beat of my chest kept words choked down deep in my throat. This was playing with fire. He moved closer, and I did nothing to move away or deflect his advances.
“Why did you come here?” he asked.
“Just for a massage,” I responded. That’s what I would’ve told Jaden if he asked how I ended up in some stranger’s room. The words felt rotten when they left my lips. My legs parted, but not because the man split them open.
I did it. Willingly.
He laughed, shaking his head. Repeating his question, his voice was much more stern, “Why did you come here?”
“I guess my imagination wasn’t enough,” I said through a soft shudder. “Those hands do things to my body. They make me want things I shouldn’t. I hate it.”
Our lips crashed together, crossing the invisible line we toed. A terrible heat spread through my body, all-encompassing, consuming me. Guilt came to blows with arousal, and my desires won– by a long shot.
I could blame him all I wanted, but it was me. I was the one to pull him close, holding his face against mine. I was the one who parted my lips to accept his eager mouth and tongue without a moment’s hesitation. I was the one to take his hand and snake it beneath my swim bottoms.
Without even knowing his name, I surrendered to him. He took my mouth, and soon enough, he would know just how wet I was for him.
My eyes veered to the bedside table, where I saw some stray napkins, a pack of gum, and a wedding band. I snapped up towards him. “You’re married?”
“So are you,” he said, fingers easily finding my clit, “but you’re like me, aren’t you?”
My hips rolled to his rhythm, and when his fingers picked up speed, moans escaped, louder than intended. I had no words. My head was still processing, and this was real, not just a fantasy assisted by my book.
“I want you so badly that I can’t think of not having you right now,” he said before kissing me again. I could feel his desire in the way he shuddered against me. Fingers hooked against my swim bottoms, and he slid them off of me.
I pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the bed, and scooted up higher. He removed his glasses, setting them neatly on top of his shirt. This was a different man entirely. His expression intensified, and needy eyes stared into mine while he lowered himself between my parted legs. “I want to taste you so bad.”
My back arching off the bed, lifting up to his face, was my answer. I needed him too. He lapped away. I tensed, wondering what I tasted like: a conglomerate of today’s sweat, mixed with saltwater, and my pent-up arousal.
It must’ve been enjoyable the way he moaned against me. His hands weren’t the only magical things about him. His mouth worked wonders, too. The way he licked me, I wondered if he was always this fervent. Did he eat his wife out like this?
His tongue slowed down, leaving careful, deliberate licks along my bud. When I whimpered, he let each contact last a lot longer. Each swipe, flat against my folds, tracing down the length of my entrance and flicking at my nub, pushed me closer and closer towards my previously unclaimed climax.
Lips locked around me, slurping and sucking on my clit. Fingers found their way inside, slipping in with ease. One finger turned to two, and I accommodated a third without an issue. He flicked fast against my sweet spot. The pressure forced labored breath from my lungs. “Fuck.”
I grabbed his hair, holding him down against me, grinding my hips against his tongue. He lapped wildly, faster than before, though it was nothing compared to the speed of his fingers. His hand moved back and forth, tugging me along with every flick.
Pressure built up, skyrocketing, and I gasped, humping against his face and letting loose. That’s when I heard it: splashing, gushing. Every tightening of my core expelled a violent torrent, and as his fingers continued, raising my tide, I closed tightly around him, feeling fluid drip between my thighs.
He lifted his head, smiling, face dripping with clear fluid dripping down his cheeks and chin. “Can’t go to the beach without getting a little wet.”
Still in disbelief, I leaned forward, fighting through the daze that the release granted me. That bulge of his demanded my attention. My mouth watered when he sprang out after I hastily pulled his trunks down.
I licked my lips and spit on his shaft, using my hands to spread the saliva. I took as much of him into my mouth and bobbed my head.
“God, there’s nothing like a married woman’s mouth,” he said with a grin. His fingers tangled into my hair, and he held me in place, pushing his cock farther back than I’d taken him before.
He loosened his grip. I backed off to breathe, panting. I could feel slobber dripping down my chin, and I forced a smile, looking up at him. “Do I suck it better than your wife?”
He nodded, gripping my hair again, and fucking my face. His teeth gritted as he looked down at me, smiling, “Can your husband hit the back of your throat like this?”
I thought of Jaden again. My eyebrows saddened, and my lips quivered around the man’s dick.
“Oh, don’t tell me you regret it now,” he withdrew himself from my mouth to grant me some reprieve, and my hands slide along him, gliding easily, thanks to the mix of pre-cumand spit. “You’re the one who wanted this, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I said, kissing his tip while my hand stroked him.
“You’re filthy dirty, cheating slut he said, aren’t you?”
My forehead wrinkled. The words should’ve offended me, but beyond reason, it only furthered my arousal. I nodded for him, and his tip breached past my lips again before he took my face, thrusting back, slamming repeatedly against the back of my throat.
I couldn’t think of a time Jaden was this rough with me, but I couldn’t believe that it made me pulse and quiver as strongly as it did. I loved it. Right now, I belonged to the man fucking my mouth.
“Say it,” the man told me, pulling out and tapping his dick against my tongue. “Tell me what you are.”
“I’m a cheating slut,” I said. My mind wandered back to how good his fingers felt. We were far past the point of no return. There was still one thing I needed. “I…want it…”
“Want what?” he asked. That grin was coy. Dripping with malice. Mischief. His fingers wrapped around his base, and his member lightly slapped my cheek.
I smiled, hand caressing his cock, and my tongue locked thrbsid of his shaft. Bringing him into my mouth again, I sucked him generously. Muffled, I told him, “This dick…I want it.”
“Where? I can’t hear you.”
I lay down slowly, and my legs shook as they spread further apart. I nudged my head down, even caressed my folds, feeling just how wet he made me. Still, he waited. Every second longer was a means to tease me. I couldn’t take it. Shame choked my throat, but I forced the words out. “Fuck this pussy.”
That was all he needed to hear. He moved his body down, flushed to mine. Every inch of contact sent a jolt through my body. He angled against me, and even just the tip reduced me to quick, shallow breaths.
I pressed a palm to his chest. If there was a time to stop, this was it. Looking up at him, I asked. “W-wait…you’ll pull out, right?”
“Of course,” he assured. That wasn’t a smile I could trust, but the idea of digging for a condom sounded like it would ruin the momentum. His crown parted my lips slightly, rubbing slowly down my folds.
“You’re mine now, aren’t you?” he asked. That rough tone rubbed me the wrong way, but any protests I had fizzled out when the length of his shaft pressed and rubbed along my clit.
I forced out a chuckle. “You’re just borrowing me.”
The man scoffed, pulling himself out, but my fingers grabbed at his waist, begging for him.
A whimper left my quivering lips. “It’s…your pussy.”
“That’s more like it,” he said. A deep plunge stretched me out and forced my eyes open. Fuck, it was good. The first few strokes were unrelenting. Rough. But somehow I needed more. I grabbed the back of my knees, pulling them to my chest, and every stroke after felt deeper, touching a place that made me forget about my betrayal.
I could apologize to Jaden later. It was a mistake. A lapse in judgment. That’s what I would tell him.
Even if the truth was much uglier.
“You here for a few days?” he asked through feral grunts. After I nodded, his grin only widened, and he leaned in for a sloppy kiss. “Good.”
I wanted more. This one time wasn’t enough to sate my desires. He could have me every night if he wanted. All day, if he could muster it. I could tell my friends I was feeling under the weather, holed up in my room, when in reality, I was being fucked by a guy whose name I didn’t even know.
I looked over at his wedding band on the table. For a split second, reality hit. I wouldn’t want to be in his wife’s shoes. Knowing my man was sleeping with a random stranger. It would break my heart.
A flurry of deep thrusts pushed those thoughts out of my head. My head was spinning, and I could feel the heat building. I was here because he wanted me, and that desire weighed more than the loyalty he pledged.
And I was no better.
Giving in to the lust only made way for sweeter pleasure. The room filled with moans and wet noises. Bodies slapping against each other. Powerful hips clashed against me, and my body absorbed every impact. My breaths were shaky, and my head crashed against the pillow while my back arched up, pressing my hips up towards him, rolling them, insatiably, rubbing my clit against his body.
“You’re getting to come, aren’t you?” he asked.
I ignored him, but it only got him to go harder, pushing me closer to a point where my body had no control over itself. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him towards me, and when our lips crashed, so was that first intense wave of ecstasy. I tightened around him, and I swore I felt every contour of his cock.
My nails clawed into his back. I heard him wince. I wondered if I broke skin. Would the scratches heal before he got home to his wife? Tearing my lips away from his, and moving to his neck, I bit down on his skin. More marks as proof that I’ve had him.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he said in agony, his hands pressed on the back of my legs in an effort to pull out.
The heat of the moment wrapped my legs around him, clamping him to me. “Shoot it deep inside…I’m yours.”
He groaned, and he flooded me with heat. The feeling of him spraying against my walls spurred another climax, not as intense as the others, but it would do. I closed around his cock, and we pulsed in unison. I felt like I was milking him for every last drop.
I let out a sigh of relief, thinking that he would be spent, but there was something more in his eyes. He reached for my clutch and pulled out my phone. After angling it towards me, his free hand held my legs back, and I saw the flash fire a few times. He flipped the screen to me.
My eyes widened, and the pangs of guilt returned stronger than before, suffocating me. It was hard to breathe. I’d left marks on him, but his cum leaking out of me was the proof of the choices I’d made today.
“Look at how much I put in you,” he said. That smile taunted me, and his lips inched towards mine.
Shame froze me in place, but I closed the gaps, pressing his lips towards his. The longer our lips lingered, the deeper the kiss got. My eyes closed, feeling his tongue meet mine again.
I felt the phone in my hand, and the man nodded. “Go ahead. Send that picture to your husband.”
“Wha–no,” I protested, staring down at my screen. I could delete it right here. Jaden wouldn’t have to know.
“Show him the slut he married.”
A grip on the back of my hair melted me in his touch, and I shuddered, feeling lips press against mine. I opened my text messages with Jaden–still no response to my picture–and sent the new one.
A phone dinged loudly from the desk. I collapsed onto the bed, letting out a laugh and a sharp exhale. “Jesus, Jaden.”
My husband put his glasses back on and pushed his hair back, joining in on my laughter. “Was that last part too much?”
“Super hot,” I assured, shaking my head, leaning in to kiss Jaden when he lay next to me. When the laughter faded, I shoved his arm. “You did that shit on purpose, didn’t you? Ignoring my texts to rile me up?”
“I promise you, work was actually that busy,” Jaden said, scratching the back of his head.
“I’m glad they let you work from home, at least,” I said.
“And I’m extra glad they don’t have something to check my location.” Jaden kissed my forehead and slipped his polo shirt back on. “Speaking of, I do have to get back to work. Big deadline coming up in a few hours, and we have to push it live. You doing dinner with the girls?”
“Yup. Think you can join us? I’ll just say you caught a later flight or something.”
“I’ll try!” he told me. “If I can’t swing it, I happen to know a nameless masseuse who would love some company tonight if you’re craving dessert.”
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