Only With You Watching Me

by

It was hard to believe Christmas had come and gone so quickly. It seemed faster every year.

Jeff looked at Lauren standing next to him and staring out the living room window. She didn’t look nearly as sad as he felt. “You okay?” he asked, hoping to elicit a response that would reassure him he wasn’t alone in how much he missed Thomas already.

She glanced up at him and smiled. “Yes, strangely,” she replied. Turning to look out the window and down the street to where Thomas’ car had disappeared just a few seconds ago. “I’m not sure why. I thought I’d be in way worse shape.”

“It’s crazy they’re all gone, huh?” Jeff asked. Her reply hadn’t been exactly what he’d wanted. Nor had she reciprocated, asking him whether he was alright. But sometimes women just assumed guys were fine, right? Just because they kept it all inside?

Lauren took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “It is,” she whispered. She turned to Jeff and bit her lip. “He’ll be back for spring break,” she said.

Jeff let out a wistful sigh of his own. In a way he was surprised by the intensity of his own reaction. It wasn’t like him to get emotional. But now they were all gone. All three of them. The nest was as empty as it would get. Somehow that stung. Made him feel…old. Or something.

“So?” Lauren asked.

“So?” Jeff echoed, still lost in his thoughts. He turned when he felt her staring. “You want to do a movie or something?” he asked, absently. “I think I might have a beer, actually,” he added before turning and walking toward the kitchen.

“Uh…sure, I guess,” Lauren said behind him. She followed him into the kitchen and watched him pull a cold one from the fridge and crack the cap off. “You’re drinking already? It’s two in the afternoon.”

Jeff grinned after taking a swig. “What? It’s still the holidays right?” he asked. “You want one?”

Lauren shook her head. “No. I’m good. I gained two pounds over the last two weeks.”

He caught her glancing at his gut. He looked down at himself. He’d definitely gained a few as well. Not that it mattered. He’d been cultivating his paunch for years now. He patted his tummy. “It’s the only baby I have left,” he said, looking up at his wife and smiling.

She flashed a weak smile. “They’ll probably have a special at the gym you know?” she said. “Catch the New Year’s resolution crowd and sign them up for a year. We could go together.”

Jeff laughed and shook his head. He took another pull on the bottle. “Yeah. No. Not my thing, remember? You married a nerd not a jock. No way I’m standing around with a bunch of meat heads lifting weights.”

Her smile faded. “They have a track. You could run. Or there’s the pool, too.”

Jeff shot her a funny look. He set the bottle down on the counter, walked over to where she was standing and put his arms around her back. He pulled her in for a hug. “What’s the matter? Am I too fat for you?” he said, his eyes full of mischief.

“I didn’t say that,” she replied. Her tone was more serious than he’d expected.

He leaned back and looked into her eyes. “Wait, are you serious? You want me to lose some weight?” he asked.

Lauren looked down at the tile floor. “I want you to be healthy.”

“I am healthy,” he said. He sounded more defensive than he’d meant to.

Lauren flashed another weak smile in his direction.

Jeff furrowed his brow. There was something wrong. She wasn’t acting like herself. “What do you want to do? We don’t have to see a movie if you don’t want. We could stay in. Watch something on TV. That sound better?”

Lauren arched her brow. “We could do that,” she said, stretching out the sentence.

“You don’t sound sure,” Jeff said.

Lauren put her hands up on his chest and played with the buttons on his shirt. “I was kind of thinking…now that everyone’s gone…maybe we could…you know…”

Jeff’s shoulders sagged. He hadn’t expected this. Maybe he should have. The last two weeks with everyone home had been a…reprieve, of sorts. He’d almost forgotten about Lauren’s renewed appetites. “Uh…yeah. If you want to. Sure,” he replied.

Her hands fell from his chest as she pulled away from his embrace and turned around.

“Hey! What? I said if you want to then let’s get to it,” Jeff said, puzzled by her reaction. He watched as she pulled a chair out from the table and slumped into it. His chest went a little tight.

Two weeks of Lauren being too tired for much after endless days of cooking and hanging out with the kids had spoiled him. She hadn’t made a single overture, save for two days after Christmas when they’d both had too much wine. He’d been happy to oblige with a drunken quickie before they both fell asleep.

It wasn’t that he didn’t love his wife. She still looked fantastic. Had the body of a twenty-five year old. Lately though, he just hadn’t been feeling it. For whatever reason. He walked over to the table and put a hand on her shoulder. It stung when she shrugged it off. “Lauren? What? I’m sorry. Did I say something wrong?”

She shook her head and touched the tips of her fingers to her forehead. “No. You’re fine.”

“Then what?” He knew he wasn’t fine. They weren’t fine. Hadn’t been for months now. He’d even thought of couples counselling but never brought it up. It was about six months ago that Lauren’s…needs had increased. At first he’d been happy.

But then it went from her wanting it once or twice a week, which was fine, to her wanting it almost every night. Which maybe, probably, should have been fine. Except Jeff just wasn’t into it as much as she was.

Now, standing there and looking at her, at how dejected she seemed, and all because he’d said “yes” the wrong way. It made him a little sad and it made him a little angry. He slipped into the chair on the opposite side of the table. “Lauren.”

“What?” she asked without looking at him.

“Talk to me. Something’s wrong I can tell.”

She smirked and rolled her eyes.

“Don’t do that.” Anger burned a little hotter inside him.

She shook her head. “I’m sorry. You’re right. That was mean.” She left it at that.

A long silence stretched out between them, the prospect of sharing a pleasant afternoon with Lauren growing dimmer.

Jeff knew what needed to be done. He knew what conversation needed to be started. He just had no interest in starting it. It would end the same way the others all had. With them in separate bedrooms for the night. “You want to talk?” he said, fighting through his resentment at Lauren for making them have this kind of day again.

“No, Jeff,” she said, shaking her head again. “I don’t want to talk. I want…wanted to go upstairs and make love. Something which you seem to have no interest in anym…”

“Hey!” he barked, again far more harshly than he’d intended.

She clammed up and put a finger on her mouth.

Jeff sighed and looked down at the table. “I’m sorry.” He squeezed the words out like they were the last of the toothpaste in an old tube.

“It’s okay,” Lauren whispered.

“No. It’s not. I know it’s not. I know it hasn’t been for a long time,” he blurted, surprised by his own honesty and directness.

She looked up at him like she was surprised by it, too.

Maybe this is what they needed? To just have it out. No matter how difficult it would be. “It’s like things have flipped, right?”

“Flipped?” she asked.

“Yeah. Remember? It was always me that was begging for it. You were always too tired. Now it’s like…it’s like it’s the opposite. Right?”

A soft smile formed on her lips. At what? The memory of what they’d been once? “I guess,” she said.

Jeff glanced over at his beer. He wished he’d brought it with him. Would have been nice to hide behind the bottle. She’d just get mad if he got up to get it now. “Say it,” he said.

“Say what?” Lauren asked.

“What you want to say. Let’s get it out into the open. Come on. Twenty years together. We’ve worked through worse than this.”

She smiled again at that. At least she wasn’t crying. “I feel…lonely sometimes, Jeff,” she admitted.

The words wrapped around his heart and squeezed. “Oh god, Lauren, I’m sorry,” he said. He slipped over to the chair next to her and put a hand over hers on the table. The anger and resentment vanished, replaced by a seemingly endless well of empathy for his beautiful wife.

“I don’t want to say anything that’s going to make you feel bad,” she said softly. Was her voice tight? Was she going to cry?

He hoped she wouldn’t cry. That always messed everything up. Made him clam up because the last thing he wanted to do when she was crying was make her feel worse. He didn’t want to say anything that would make her feel worse. Which often meant he didn’t say much of anything at all. “You’re not going to make me feel bad, Lauren. I promise. I might be a nerd but I’m tough, remember? I think we need to do this. I think we need to have this talk.” He squeezed her hand in his.

She drew in a long, slow breath.

Jeff braced for the worst but kept hoping for the best.

Their eyes met. Lauren’s expression was full of hurt and sorrow. At least that’s what it looked like.

“I love you, Jeff. You know that, right?”

Oh boy.

Nothing good followed an opening like that.

“I love you too, baby,” Jeff replied.

She looked down at the table. “I know I’ve been…needy this last little while,” she said quietly.

“You haven’t been needy, Lor. I’ve been. I just haven’t been feeling it.”

“Yeah. I know.” She looked up at him.

The tear that rolled down her cheek felt like it cut his heart in half. “Oh shit, Lor,” he said, dragging his chair closer and putting an arm around her neck. He touched his forehead to hers.

She pulled away and dried her eye with a finger. “No. You know what? You’re right. We need to have this conversation. Probably should have a long time ago. I just…I didn’t…”

“Didn’t want to deal with it?”

She smiled and nodded. “Yeah. Something like that.”

“Let’s do it,” he said. “Who needs movies. We can make our own drama.” He’d meant it as a joke. Only realized how stupid it sounded in the middle of this serious moment. “That came out wrong…” he offered.

Lauren leaned back in her chair. Away from him.

He couldn’t read her face to save his life.

“No you know what? That was perfect. Because that’s exactly what the problem is, Jeff.”

It wasn’t good when she used his name like that.

“Tell me,” he forced himself to say.

“You’re always joking. I try to suggest…try to get you to…make love to me and half the time I get a jokey-joke response.”

Shit. Was that right? Was she right? Did he really do that?

“I know work is hard. I know…I know you’re tired at night. But I can’t…I just…I don’t want to live like this. The thought of feeling so far away from you. It just cuts right through me. If I think that this is what the rest of our life together is going to be like I…”

She stopped and looked at him. Sadness and worry and fear painted across her face.

Jeff felt like a failure. Worse than a failure. A total loser. An out of shape middle-aged guy who couldn’t even keep his wife satisfied.

And yet, try as he might, he just couldn’t put his finger on why his desire for her had left him. It’s not like it had happened over night. It had been ground down by years of familiarity. Years of seeing her naked in the shower or changing in the bedroom had worn down what had once been a roaring libido.

She was gorgeous. She hit the gym four times a week. Toned, her skin as beautiful as the day they’d married. And yet she still had to work pretty damn hard to get him up the times he did agree to sex.

What was that about? What had changed?

“You want to see someone?”

Lauren’s expression changed to shock. “What?” she whispered.

Jeff frowned, puzzled by her reaction. “A therapist or, I don’t know, marriage counsellor? Whatever they’re called.”

Lauren’s shock faded immediately. Her hand fluttered up and she touched her brow. “Oh. Right. Yeah. Maybe we should?”

Jeff sat there watching her avoiding his gaze, wondering what she’d thought he meant. The idea formed slowly. Like lava running out of a volcano, hardening into solid rock inside him. When it took shape it gave him the biggest jolt he could remember. “Wait. What did you…what did you think I meant?” he asked in a whisper.

“Hm?” Lauren said, still looking anywhere but at him. “Oh. Nothing. I thought…I think maybe seeing someone, like a marriage counsellor, might be a good idea,” she replied, far too quickly for Jeff’s liking. When she did finally look at him it was with a forced smile. She reached over and patted the back of his hand.

But it was clear to Jeff that was obviously not what she’d been thinking. And he could only think of one other answer to the question do you want to see someone?

Namely, is there someone else you’d like to fuck?

This burned him like nothing else had. Made him jealous as hell and possessive, too. Was it possible that Lauren had contemplated this? Would she?

Never.

Not the Lauren he knew, at least.

Working through it he twisted and turned the thought, cramming back into his mind and trying to pretend he’d never had it. “You have someone in mind?” he asked. He felt nearly himself again.

Lauren shook her head. “Uh…no. I don’t know anyone.”

Jeff nodded at her, still eyeing her with suspicion.

Okay stop.

He should stop. It was ridiculous. His wife obviously hadn’t thought he was suggesting…

“You seem…mad. Are you mad?” Lauren asked.

Jeff clenched the muscles in his jaw. He forced himself to smile. “I’m not mad. Promise. I just…this is a little tough. You know?”

Lauren arched her brow and sighed. She nodded at him and squeezed his hand. “I know. I’m sorry. But you know what? You’re right. We’re going to figure this out.”

Jeff took a deep breath and leaned forward. He wrapped his arms around his wife and put his chin on her shoulder. He counted backwards from ten. When he was done it was still there. Still inside him. Like a ticking clock. Or a bomb. Heat built between his legs. “Hey,” he whispered.

“What’s up?” Lauren said, her cheek pressed against his.

“You want to go upstairs?”

She froze.

Jeff held his breath. Could go either way.

“Really?” she whispered, her breath warm on his ear.

“Really,” Jeff replied. “I love you. We’re going to make this work. And…”

She waited, not breathing through his pause.

“…you look good today. I meant to tell you but everyone was still around.” Without waiting for her to react he took her hand and pressed it against his thigh. Pulled it up higher. High enough that the tips of her fingers felt the bulge in his lap.

Lauren sucked in a tiny breath. She pulled back and stared into his eyes. “Jeff?” she asked, her voice filled with disbelief.

“Hey let’s not ask too many questions,” he said, a smile playing with one corner of his mouth. “Might get stressed out.”

This time Lauren appreciated the humour. Her lips curled up at the corners of her mouth as Jeff stood up and took her by the hand.

This is wrong, played on a loop in his head as they stripped in the bedroom and tumbled into bed. Wrong or not, for the first time in as long as he could remember, Jeff didn’t need a helping hand to rise to the occasion.

Even lasted long enough to get Lauren off.

Trouble was, when everything was said and done, the thought was still there. Staring at him like a stone statue asking a single question.

How come thinking of your wife fucking another guy made you so hard?

Then there it was the next morning again when he woke up. Taunting him as he watched Lauren wake up and smile, a contented smile he hadn’t seen in a long time. Still staring at him as he watched her skip across the room to the en-suite. His heart skipped a beat at the somewhat sultry smile she flashed him over her shoulder before she disappeared into the bathroom.

He dug deep. Tried to pick at it, chisel away the hard exterior and find what the hell was beneath it that had him half-hard again.

The whole time she was on the toilet he played her reaction over and over in his mind. The memory of her shocked expression, her incredulous tone when he’d asked the question, the way she’d looked like she might actually have thought he was suggesting he sleep with another man.

It was enraging. How could she? How could she even consider it?

Then again, how could he? And why did thinking about it make a thrill tear up his spine?

Pretty Lauren writhing beneath the sheets with another man between her legs. Lovely Lauren taking another man’s thing into herself.

It was crazy. He tried to scrub it away. It wouldn’t budge. When the door opened and she emerged he was engorged and ready for her again. She looked different, too. The t-shirt she slept in looked like it fit her better somehow. Tighter. Her curves, curves he’d seen for years and not thought much about, were as alluring as they’d been when they first met. When the prospect of them together was new and exciting. And hot.

When she pulled the covers back and hopped into bed beside him he had to pull away so the bulge didn’t touch her thigh. He almost fell off his side of the bed wriggling away from her as she tried to nestle her soft ass against his lap and her back to his chest.

She froze when it touched her.

A momentary silence was followed by Lauren looking over her shoulder at him. “Jeff?” she whispered.

He cleared his throat and tried to move his hips. He felt his ass go over the edge of the bed. “What?” he asked.

She glanced down toward his hips. “You’re…you’re hard,” she whispered.

His face flashed red. Yeah. He was. With no way to explain it.

Lauren rolled over to face him.

There was nowhere to hide.

There she was, staring at him with wide-eyed wonder at his arousal. “What have you been thinking about?” she asked with a sly smile. Then, without waiting for him to answer, she tucked her hand beneath the sheets. Her fingers found his member. The whispered up the underside, stiffening him completely.

“I…uh…”

But Lauren was already biting her lip. Reaching under her shirt and peeling her underwear off, then reaching over and tugging at his. “Whatever it is, I don’t mind,” she whispered, giggling and shaking her head. “Maybe we won’t need to blow a bunch of money on therapy after all?”

This deflated him slightly. The memory of their conversation the previous day was still raw. There were still feelings floating around about it that he didn’t like.

“Oh baby I’m sorry,” she said, feeling him flagging. “I shouldn’t have said that. Forget about that.” Then she wrapped a fist around him and stroked. Her eyes widened. “Oh my god, Jeff. I haven’t felt you this hard in…” She caught herself before finishing the sentence. “Never mind. I like it. No. I love it. Whatever you’re doing just keep it up. Here.” She pulled the covers up and started slinking down toward his mid-riff.

“Lor you don’t have to,” he protested. Not because he didn’t want her to. He was confused. Didn’t know what he wanted. Or why.

“I know I don’t have to,” she whispered back. “I want to.”

He held the covers up as he watched her crawl down. Saw her mouth open and her tongue flick out. His back arched as the tip of it touched the ridge of his glans. The muscles in his ass tightened. He felt her hot breath on the tip. Could almost feel the velvety warmth of her mouth around him.

The doorbell rang downstairs.

Lauren froze.

Jeff, already painfully close to the edge of a release, locked eyes with her. “Just don’t worry about it,” he said, his voice tight with pleasure.

It rang again.

He cursed under his breath.

“Oh shit,” Lauren said, scrambling up from underneath the covers.

“Oh shit what?” Jeff asked, breathless.

“I totally forgot,” she said, hopping around on one foot trying to stab her toe into her underwear. She almost fell over.

“Totally forgot what?” Jeff demanded.

Finally Lauren managed to pull the underwear up.

Jeff caught a glimpse of her unshaven bush right before the t-shirt fell to cover it.

“It’s Josh!” Lauren hissed, spinning around and darting toward the door.

Jeff sat bolt upright. “Josh?” he asked.

“Josh!” she repeated. “Remember Thomas told him he could have his rowing machine? I said he could come by Saturday morning to pick it up!” She giggled as she slipped out of the door of their bedroom.

Josh.

Josh.

Something wasn’t quite right. Josh?

“Wait!” Jeff shouted.

Lauren poked her head through the door again. “What?” she asked.

He glanced down at her bare legs. Long and lithe and toned and appealing. Legs Josh had no business seeing. “You can’t go down there like that,” Jeff said.

Lauren cocked her head to one side. “What? Like what?”

“You’ve got to…I mean…you should put some pants on or something.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “What? Jeff don’t be silly. It’s Josh. Joshy-Josh. Remember?” She shook her head and before he could respond was padding down the stairs.

The doorbell rang a third time.

Jeff sucked in a breath as he heard the door open. Was she right? Was he being silly? Was he being ridiculous? Was he actually jealous that Josh, who they’d both known his whole life, was going to be staring at his wife’s legs?

Jealous? Maybe. But not exactly. Breathless? Definitely. Why? Why would he be breathless about Josh ogling Lauren? It made no sense. Josh had seen her in a bathing suit plenty of times.

Just not that day. The day after Jeff, or Lauren, or some part of his brain he didn’t know he had, had conjured up the thing that was throbbing inside of him now. The day after thinking about his wife with another man had made him rock hard.

That thought broke his paralysis and dragged him out of bed. Made him slip into his old joggers and t-shirt with holes in it and pound down the stairs to find his wife’s arms wrapped around Josh’s neck in a hug. He stopped on the last step and stared, looking away only when Josh glanced up at him.

“Oh hey Mr. Reynolds!” Josh said, pulling away from Lauren’s grasp, then stepping around her with an outstretched hand to greet him.

Jeff forced himself to smile. Gripped that big paw of his (when did he get so big?) and pumped it up and down a few times feeling more alpha than he ever had. Josh’s grip was strong. For the first time Jeff took that as a challenge. Tried to squeeze hard enough to make the young buck wince. “Good to see you buddy,” he said. His smile turned genuine as he watched the tiniest bit of pain flicker through Josh’s eyes. “You still playing football big guy?”

In that moment Jeff became reacquainted with a feeling long forgotten. With Lauren standing next to him half-dressed, he came to once again understand what it was like to be a man. To make sure the guy who’d just walked into his home and seen his wife half-naked, understood that she was Jeff’s.

“Uh, yeah,” Josh said, chortling and rubbing the hand Jeff had shaken with his other. He glanced down. “You been working out or something?” Josh asked, flashing a playful smile.

Jeff’s eyes darted to Lauren who was wearing a strange expression. Then back to Josh just in time to see him peeling his eyes off Lauren’s legs. Which never would have bothered him before. Because twenty-two year old boys will be twenty-two year old boys, right?

But now it did. Now it bothered him. Not because it made him angry at Josh. It made him angry at Jeff. Because Jeff, try as he might, couldn’t stop thinking that seeing Josh stare at Lauren was fucking hot. “Uh, no,” Jeff said, flashing Lauren a sheepish grin.

“That’s some grip you’ve got there. Don’t remember it being that strong,” Josh said, flashing his all-American smile. “Hey I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” he said, rubbing his neck and using the distraction to steal another glance at Lauren’s thighs. “Mrs. Reynolds said Saturday morning would be alright to grab that rowing machine. That still okay?”

“Totally fine,” Lauren said, giving Jeff a funny look as she walked toward the door to the basement. “Follow me. It’s just down here.”

“Oh okay. Cool!” Josh said just as Lauren disappeared down the stairs. “I brought a couple of buddies to help get it out. Hope you don’t mind,” he said, flashing Jeff a smile. He took a step back and opened the front door. “Come on in guys.”

Lauren must have heard because she re-emerged from the stairs a split second later wearing a slightly panicked expression.

It made Jeff’s groin swell with a deep and powerful arousal.

Because Josh was just Josh. A couple of buddies were another thing entirely.

She bit her lip as she tried to dart toward the stairs leading to the second floor. It was too late. She was a half-dozen steps away from the landing when Josh’s buddies came thumping in.

Jeff turned to look at them. Big fellas. Six foot-two. Maybe six foot-three, the both of them. Broad shoulders and thick necks. The kind of testosterone-formed muscles only young man had.

He turned back toward Lauren just in time to see her look away. Her posture had changed. The easy confidence she normally carried herself with was gone. Her shoulders were hunched. She looked like she was trying to curl up into the fetal position. And there was nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide from the prying eyes of the three big studs standing at the front door.

“Josh,” Lauren said, laughing nervously. “You should have told me you brought your friends.”

Josh looked perplexed. Then he realized why she’d said it.

One of the guys looked down at the ground, obviously uncomfortable at the situation that was playing out.

“Shoot, sorry Mrs. Reynolds,” Josh apologized. “I guess I thought you figured I wouldn’t be able to get it out myself.”

Jeff’s pulse was racing as fast as his mind. Was it just him or was the tension between the three guys and Lauren that palpable? A protective instinct kicked in. He put himself between the three guys and his wife and smiled. “I’ll take you down, fellas,” he said. This gave Lauren just enough room to sneak behind him and up the stairs.

All three guys turned their eyes down as she climbed but Jeff knew exactly where all three of them wanted to be looking at that moment. He’d been twenty-two once himself.

Once he heard Lauren close the door to the bedroom he stepped to one side and waved a hand toward the basement door. “It’s just down here,” he said.

The three guys shuffled past him wordlessly and a few minutes later were wrestling the rowing machine up the stairs.

Jeff waited as they carried it out and loaded it up into their truck. Josh came back as his two friends climbed into the cab.

“Hey Mr. Reynolds,” he said, his voice sheepish. “I’m sorry about that. I should have texted or something. I just…I didn’t realize…”

Jeff clapped a hand on Josh’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “Hey buddy. Don’t worry about it. Appreciate you getting this thing out of here,” he said, putting on a booming papa-bear voice he hadn’t used in years. “You take care now, okay? Tell your folks we say ‘hi.’”

Josh glanced up and nodded. “Will do, Mr. Reynolds. Will do.” He turned to go but Jeff kept him in place with his hand on his shoulder.

“Hey Josh?” Jeff said.

“What’s up?” Josh replied.

“Call me Jeff. You’re all grown up now. Mr. Reynolds makes me feel old.”

Josh smiled with one side of his mouth. “Sure thing…Jeff. No problem.”

Jeff watched as the truck pulled out of the driveway. All three offered an awkward wave from inside the cab. When they turned down the street he saw them burst into hoots, clapping each other on the back and knew exactly what they were hooting about.

Stepping inside he closed the door and walked toward the stairs. Lauren was still holed up in the bedroom. Probably a good idea to go and see if she was alright.

Jeff arrived in the bedroom to find Lauren tucked under the covers with only the tip of her nose visible. He paused at the door, watching her and waiting for her to make a move. When she didn’t, he closed the door and walked across the carpeted floor to sit on the edge of the bed.

Lauren’s fingers poked out over the edge of the comforter. She drew the bedding down and looked at Jeff. Her cheeks were a rosy red color and she was wearing a shy smile. “What?” she asked. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Jeff pondered the question. He was looking at her differently than he had these last few years. The embarrassing situation downstairs had sharpened his vision. He saw his wife now not in the periphery, as an accessory to his daily life, but rather the way he’d seen her those twenty-odd years ago when they’d first met. It was something like watching a figure emerge from a painting, color on a canvas transforming into living, breathing flesh. “I told you to put some more clothes on,” he said quietly.

Lauren blushed and looked away. “I didn’t know he was bringing friends,” she said, a hint of frustration in her voice.

It was a reasonable explanation. Maybe if it had just been Josh down there she wouldn’t have become so aware of her own immodest attire. Maybe she wouldn’t have had to run away upstairs, blushing, to hide under the covers. Maybe.

But there was something about the way her eyes were shinning, her skin glowing, her pulse pounding so hard the vein in her neck could be seen pumping, that made Jeff wonder if her embarrassment was that at all. What if it were something else?

“Josh is a man now,” he said, peeling his t-shirt off over his head and pulling his joggers down before slipping under the covers to finish what she’d started.

Lauren looked at him with wide, wild eyes, uncertain of where he was going with this but not resisting being dragged along.

“Men aren’t boys,” Jeff said, sliding his hand along her thigh. His cock hardened as he felt her tremble at his touch. “Men that age have one thing on their mind. No matter how long you’ve known them.” He drew his hand up the inside of her leg. His cock lurched again as his fingers pressed against her seam.

She was dripping wet.

Jeff’s blood began to boil as he stared into her eyes. “But you know that, don’t you Lor?” he whispered.

She sucked in a breath as he eased a finger between her folds and found her engorged clit with the tip of it. “Jeff?” she said. Her eyes were filled with what might have been fear. But beneath the surface Jeff could see there was wonder there as well. A dangerous wonder that made him desperate to be inside her. To claim her as his own. To show them both who she belonged to. The way a real man did.

“You going to tell me you didn’t see the way those boys were trying to look anywhere but at your legs?” he growled, drawing a circle around her clit.

Lauren let out a shaky moan and closed her eyes as he leaned over her and kissed her on the neck.

“What do you think they were thinking about Lauren? The rowing machine?” His finger started moving faster.

Lauren arched her back and spread her legs wider.

The mundane, domesticated life they led felt distant and foggy. Almost like a dream that might not have been. Jeff’s own heart was pounding in his chest. His skin was hot and his mind was racing, conjuring up visions of what might have happened with his sweet Lauren and the three studs had he not been there to step between them. To shield her from their masculinity and leers. His cock hardened, the tip grazing Lauren’s outer thigh. A courage welled up through his lust. Words he could never have imagined speaking to his wife perched on the tip of his tongue. “But you knew that, didn’t you Lor?” he whispered. “Going down there in nothing but a t-shirt? Even if it was just Josh? You knew exactly what the fuck you were doing.”

Her eyes shot open at the profanity and at the way he pushed two fingers into her entrance.

He twisted his hand and pressed his thumb against her clit, resuming his spinning.

She gasped and shuddered, her pussy dripping slick as she stared at him with fiery eyes.

Seeing his wife, the mother of his children, his life partner, so close to an orgasm from hearing the truth spoken made him want to roar and plunge himself inside her.

“Oh god,” Lauren hissed, her voice shaky. Her body started undulating on the bed.

Glaring at her, Jeff kept his rhythm steady. His cock was so hard it wouldn’t take much to finish. He dipped his fingers deeper into her canal, curling them up to press against her inside walls. He had her right where he wanted her. Just needed a little something to tip her over the edge. The words came and Jeff was powerless to keep them in. “You want to know what a hot, young cock feels like inside you?” he said through clenched teeth. “Is that it? You want to be somebody’s milf?”

She clutched his arm with both hands. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers and started to squeeze. A gush of her lubricant sprayed onto his palm. She closed her eyes as her body erupted into a shuddering spasm on the bed.

Jeff worked her through the climax, keeping his stroking firm and even. He stared at her red cheeks and neck wondering if her chest was flushed as well. His cock was throbbing, so ready to push into her tight wetness and release.

A pang of regret flashed through him for an instant at the vasectomy he’d had ten years prior. It had allowed them the comfort of knowing there would be no more diapers or bottles to be cleaned. Lauren had been able to go off hormonal birth control. But sometimes after he came he would allow himself a moment to mourn the potential the minor surgery had stolen from them. The knowledge that no matter how pleasurable sex might be, pleasure was now it’s only purpose.

Lauren pushed his hand away from her core, drawing him back into the moment. He came back not as Jeff the loving husband but as Jeff the Conqueror. Jeff the Destroyer. Tearing the comforter away he rose up onto his knees and crawled between Lauren’s splayed legs. His cock throbbed as he watched her eyes fall to it.

She was still wearing her t-shirt and that wouldn’t do.

Grabbing the fabric by the collar he yanked, tearing a strip down the middle.

Lauren’s abundant tits spilled out. They were as red as he hoped they’d be. She gasped at the violent gesture but her mouth fell open again and she wrapped her hands around his trunk and pulled him toward herself.

Jeff looked down, past the curve of the belly he’d cultivated over the last few years, to see his cock hard and throbbing an angry red. As he sank down on top of her he felt her wiry pubes tickle the head of his prick. Her pussy lips were slathered with her own wet. Bracing himself with two fists on either side of her shoulders he thrust his hips forward, spearing his cock into her fleshy sheath. The way Lauren cried out at the entrance made him stiffen inside her.

He closed his eyes. As he started to thrust, lying on top of her the way he always did, the urge gripped him to do something different. Something dominant and possessive. Something that would give him the same feeling he’d had when he’d stepped between Lauren and Josh and his friends.

Pulling his knees up he brought his thighs against Lauren’s. He glanced back to see her slender foot dangling in the air, moving in time with his fucking. He crawled up onto her so that his cock was pointed straight down, drilling into her pussy like a pile-driver. He looked between them to see his shaft disappearing amidst the tendrils of her pubic hair and into her moist lips.

What if that was Josh in there?

His eyes shot up to Lauren.

She was staring at him, her body moving back and forth as he fucked her. Her intense gaze bored into him. When was the last time he’d seen her looking that way at him? A year? Five? Ten?

Her breathing was heavy and a bead of sweat had broken on her forehead. Suddenly she wrapped her legs around his trunk, locking ankles behind his back and wrapping her arms around his neck. She glared at him, as if she were daring him to climax. “Come,” she demanded. “Come inside me. I want to feel you come in me.”

This unleashed his inner beast. He roared, arching his back as a blast of ejaculate tore through his shaft into Lauren. The climax cracked open, spewing hot and bubbling pleasure up into the base of his brain. His mind narrowed, focusing on the way Lauren’s tight, wet sex was gripping him. Another wad of seed erupted from the tip of his hard cock, pulsing into Lauren who accepted it by squeezing her legs around him tighter still.

When he looked back down at her again, his climax already receding, her head was turned to one side on the pillow. Her mouth was open and she was panting. Jeff realized she was on the verge of another release. Ignoring his flagging member, he fucked harder, moving atop her and pressing her against the mattress.

She moaned. Her pussy squeezed him. Her body tightened as another orgasm rocked it.

As she worked her way through it Jeff diligently continued his thrusting but his mind was wandering again. Wondering if his dirty talking had uncovered a kink she hadn’t known was there? Was Lauren, at that moment with her eyes closed, thinking of another man?

She came to. Her eyes fluttered open.

Jeff slowed his thrusting and lifted some of his weight off her. He stared at her, hoping she’d turn to look at him. God how he wanted to know exactly what she was thinking right then.

Her hands drifted from around his neck, down his chest and to his abdomen. Finally she turned and smiled weakly. She bit her lip. “Sorry,” she whispered, pushing him away and out of her. “That made me kind of sore.”

He slipped out her still staring. She didn’t return the look, which made his stomach sink a bit. Now that they were back, back in real life, back inside their marriage, would she share her thoughts with him? Or would she keep them to herself. He rolled off her to one side and covered them both with the comforter. He wasn’t sure how long they lay there staring at the ceiling.

When he couldn’t take it any more he rolled onto his side to face her.

She turned to look at him and smiled again.

“Want to talk about it?” he asked. Because now he really did. Regret filled him at all the times she’d wanted to discuss something about their marriage and he’d turned her down.

The way she smiled at him made it seem like she might be thinking of those times too. The times he’d said he was too tired, too busy, too anything to save himself the difficult work of picking at old scabs and uncovering wounds that seemed like they might never heal. She shrugged. “I kind of like where we are now,” she whispered.

So despite his sudden desire to know her more completely than he ever had, Jeff let it go. There was always that afternoon. Or the next day. For now they were in a good space. Lauren looked satisfied and that made him happy.

No sense messing with a good thing.

Despite being on pins and needles that afternoon Jeff couldn’t find the courage to start a conversation. Lauren seemed so happy, so content. Smiling and humming to herself, he couldn’t remember seeing her like that in a long time.

They watched a movie that evening. She fell asleep in the crook of his arm on the couch looking as peaceful as he’d ever seen her.

After walking her to bed he lay in the darkness trying to think of innocuous ways to bring it up the next day. None came to mind. Do you think of fucking other men? wasn’t just something you brought up over cereal in the morning.

But then Sunday came and something changed. Lauren was already up when Jeff woke. The smell of coffee wafted from the kitchen up the stairs. This was strange. She loved sleeping in more than anything.

He traipsed downstairs in his bathroom, rubbing bleary eyes and wondering what had dragged her out of bed?

She was facing the counter, buttering toast and didn’t hear him.

Jeff stood at the door to the kitchen with his mouth hanging open staring at her. She was wearing tight jeans that left nothing to the imagination and a tight white tank top. He couldn’t believe there’d been a time he didn’t hunger for her body every minute. What had happened? Now he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

She turned and smiled when she saw him. “Morning sleepy head!” she chirped, setting the plate with toast down on the table.

His eyes roamed down her curvy frame, his cock waking up as he stared. “Good…good morning,” he said, his voice gravelly from sleep. “You look amazing.”

Lauren grinned. “Why thank-you sweetie,” she said and practically skipped across the kitchen to plant a kiss on his cheek. “I want to go out today.”

The proclamation was bold and unexpected. Since the kids had left Sundays had always been for lounging. And the way she said it was different. Not a question but a statement. “Uh…okay,” he said. “Out, like, to eat?”

“Yes,” she said. “Somewhere fancy.”

He furrowed his brow at her.

Lauren either didn’t notice or pretended she didn’t. She turned around and walked back to the kitchen table to take a bite of her toast.

“Have anywhere in mind?” he said.

“Bounty,” she replied, naming the most expensive restaurant in town. “Their brunch is supposed to be amazing.”

He arched his brow and tilted his head to one side. “Uh…okay,” he repeated. “What’s the occasion?”

Lauren shrugged. “Life is short. We deserve it.”

This made Jeff raise an eye. It wasn’t like her to want to get out of her pyjamas on a Sunday. But the thought occurred to him that a boozy brunch might give him both the courage and the opening he needed to ask the questions that were still floating around in his mind. He walked across the kitchen and put his hands on her shoulders and gave them a rub. “Let me shower and get changed?”

She smiled up at him. “Sure thing.”

Grabbing a cup of coffee he trudged back up the stairs and showered. He put on a shirt and pants he went back downstairs.

Lauren walked past him in the hallway. “You look nice,” she said. “I think I’ll put on something nice myself.”

Jeff watched her ass sway up the stairs and scratched his head at her strange, though not unwelcome, behaviour. He poured another cup and nursed it, thumbing through the news on his phone as he waited for her. His jaw dropped as she reappeared at the foot of the stairs.

She was wearing a dress he hadn’t seen on her in years. Red on top and black just below her breasts, it hugged her body and ended just above her knees. The neckline dipped to the center of her chest, exposing generous cleavage. “Ready?” she asked.

Jeff stood up and out of his chair and did his best not to stare at her breasts. “You look…stunning,” he whispered.

A slow smile curled across Lauren’s lips. “Thanks,” she said before spinning around to walk to the closet.

Jeff watched her fish out the four-inch heels she never wore anymore and tip her feet to slip them on. As she stood up in them her back arched, making her ass even rounder. His cock began to swell even as she wrapped herself in a navy-blue pea-coat and tied a scarf around her neck. Unable to say a word, he grabbed his jacket and keys and followed her out the door.

Bounty was buzzing with a Sunday mid-morning crowd that looked like they’d all just helicoptered in from the financial district. It made him feel a little out of place. They normally didn’t go to upscale places like this. But what really got him was when Lauren peeled the pea-coat off her body and started turning heads.

He could have sworn every last man in the place was checking her out as the maitre’d walked them to their table. Darting glances raking across her body taking in as much as they could see before being noticed.

And Lauren didn’t bat an eye. She let herself be seated at the table, a picture of dignity and poise, ignoring all the lupine stares like she couldn’t see them.

Jeff’s cock was stiff by the time he sat down himself. He looked across the table to see her smiling eyes twinkling with excitement.

She leaned across the table, drawing his eyes to her chest and put her hand on his. “Thank-you for doing this,” she said quietly.

“You’re…you’re welcome,” he stammered, overcome with the same confusing lust he’d felt the day before.

“My name is Marco and I’ll be serving you today.”

The voice drew Jeff’s attention to the waiter who had appeared like a ghost next to them.

The man, however, had not been speaking to him. He was unabashedly staring at Lauren’s breasts.

She smiled and pretended to ignore him, too, as he handed them their menus. She listened politely as the specials were recited then opened her menu when Marco had left.

Jeff couldn’t bring himself to pick his up. He was mesmerized by this woman he felt he didn’t know. How could he have neglected her for so long? The last thing on his mind was food, his body consumed by a far baser hunger.

“Have you made a selection?” Marco asked after he’d returned with two glasses filled with water and flavoured with cucumbers. He smiled at Lauren and barely noticed Jeff.

When she looked up at him she held his stare, as if daring him to steal another peek at her chest. “I’ll have a mimosa. And the smoked salmon on rye please,” she said.

“And you sir?”

Jeff somehow managed to hoist his menu and open it. He ordered the first thing that caught his eye at the top of the page. When Marco asked about a drink he said that water would do.

Lauren arched her brow after Marco had left. “No booze?” she asked.

Jeff just shook his head. The whole situation had him feeling a little less than comfortable. His belly felt twice as big in his lap as he remembered. Compared to the trim financial types with slicked back hair he felt…shabby.

Lauren shrugged and smiled, then looked around the restaurant. “I’ve been wanting to try this place forever,” she said before launching into a glowing review of the decor.

Breakfast was served. They ate with Lauren ooh-ing and ah-ing about the food on her plate. She was acting like they did this every Sunday. Like she’d never been a frumpily-dressed soccer mom and had always dressed to kill.

It drove Jeff a little crazy but not in any sort of bad way. Every time he saw the guy wearing a Rolex at the next table steal a glance at Lauren his cock did a little dance between his legs.

Then, when the cheque came and Marco placed it squarely in front of him, Lauren reached across the table to take it.

He looked up at her, surprised that she was going to pay. It was a nice gesture but it was all their money anyway.

Lauren pulled her credit card out of her jacket pocket.

“Hey,” Jeff said. “We don’t have to use credit. I can get it.” He reached over to grab the bill.

Lauren pulled it toward herself. “No. I want to get this. I have a surprise. I was going to wait until after New Year’s to tell you, until I actually start. But I’m too excited.” She was grinning.

Jeff felt an uncomfortable tightness twist through his insides. Surprise? Start what?

Lauren pressed her hands together in front of her chest. “I got a job,” she whispered.

Jeff’s mouth fell open. “What?”

“I got a job!” she exclaimed.

“A job? Where?” This was the last thing he’d expected to hear.

“Main Street Fitness,” she declared.

Jeff’s eyes widened. “You got a job at the gym?”

Marco chose that moment to swoop in and scoop the check and credit card off the table.

Jeff’s mind was already racing by the time Marco had left. Lauren working at the gym? Lauren working at the gym. Who else worked at the gym? A pang of jealousy shot through him at the answer.

Gym rats, that’s who.

Thick, muscled meat-heads who would have no shame about ogling Lauren’s fit figure all day.

“You got a job at the gym,” he repeated, his eyes wandering down to the floor as he tried to keep his mind from descending into the depths of depravity to which it was currently gravitating. He looked up at Lauren again.

“Jeff,” she said, leaning in and whispering. “Don’t rain on my parade.” She shot him a stern look.

Which made Jeff realize how close he’d come to raining on her parade and what a disaster it would have been if he had. “I’m not…I’m…” He shook his head and came to his senses. “Of course I’m not raining on your parade. It’s just so…unexpected.”

Lauren’s giddy mood returned and she went back to beaming at him. “Aren’t you proud of me?” she asked.

“I’m…so proud,” exaggerating to make sure she felt like he meant it. “I just didn’t see it coming. When did you get a job at the gym?”

She hunched her shoulders up with glee. “A week before Christmas. I was going to tell everyone on Christmas day and then…then I thought I wanted it to be just you who I told first. I almost told you a few days ago right after everyone left and then I got worried it would spoil the rest of the weekend or something.” She looked away. “I don’t know why,” she said, shaking her head.

Jeff knew why. Because at that very moment it was not just spoiling his weekend, it was ruining the breakfast he’d just ingested. Lauren at the gym? Parading around in tight gym shorts and a top with her tits on display for everyone to see? It drove him crazy. What was worse, his cock wouldn’t stop throbbing between his legs.

Marco reappeared with the credit card and a receipt.

Lauren signed, smiling as she did.

Jeff, catching a glimpse of the bill, wondered how many weeks she’d have to work at the gym just to pay for the outrageously priced meal. He waited until Marco had thanked them and left. “Is it full time?” he asked, though what he really wanted to scream was why the hell did you get a job at the gym?!?

Instead of answering, Lauren stood up from the table. She held out her hand for him to take. “Come on. I’ll tell you all about it in the car.”

It wasn’t full time, he learned. A few days a week, twenty hours at most. They were hiring for the rush that always happened in the new year. The manager, it turned out, had chatted her up on after a workout, which did nothing to relieve the jealous lust now coursing through Jeff.

“Who’s the manager?” he asked as they pulled into the driveway.

“He’s super nice,” Lauren replied, opening the door and swinging her legs out onto the driveway. “His name’s Marcel.”

Jeff stared in stunned silence at Lauren walking toward the house. Marcel? Super nice?

Maybe a membership at the gym wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all.

When he stepped into the house Lauren had shed her coat already.

She stood in the hallway with one hand on her hip watching him undress, a slight smile on her face.

He kicked off his shoes, hung his overcoat up in the closet and turned to face his wife. He’d managed to snuff out his erection on the drive over but seeing her in that knockout dress woke it up again.

Lauren cocked her head to one side. “What do you want to do now?” she asked, arching her brow.

He wondered if she knew. Did she have any idea of how he was feeling? Or was the smile she was wearing just happiness at the news she’d shared?

What did he want to do now?

How about bending her over the back of the sofa, yanking that skirt up and drilling his cock into her slit?

He nearly shuddered at the thought. Had he always been this dirty? Had it just been hidden? A dormant kink he’d only just now discovered? He couldn’t peel his eyes away from Lauren. “I’m pretty much up for whatever,” he said, coughing into his fist at the end of the sentence.

Lauren, still wearing her heels, sauntered closer to him. Her eyes raked down his chest and paused at his midriff before rising to meet his again. “Whatever, huh?” she whispered.

“Uh, sure. Whatever,” he said with a shrug.

One corner of her mouth curled higher in a wicked smile. She pressed a finger against the top button of his shirt and drew a line down toward his crotch. “How about we go upstairs?”

His palms started to sweat. Was she toying with him? Did she know what she was doing? Or was this all an innocent coincidence? “I could be up for that,” he said softly.

“You could, could you?” she whispered.

Jeff nodded, his throat suddenly to dry to speak.

Lauren grabbed the front of his shirt with a finger and a thumb and led him up the stairs.

Jeff’s heart started to pound inside his chest. He was hard again already. Would she wonder why? Of course she would. At least he had the excuse of the stunning dress she was wearing.

In the bedroom she spun around and grabbed his belt. Yanked it open and let it fall apart, eyeing him with a sly expression.

The room started to spin for Jeff. He wondered if he was dreaming.

Lauren leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. She kept her face pressed to his. “Did you see the way that waiter was looking at me?” she whispered.

Jeff’s cock hardened, tenting his pants.

“What was his name again?”

“Marco,” Jeff blurted, entirely too quickly.

“Right,” Lauren sighed. “Marco.”

His cock jumped again at hearing her say the name.

“It’s kind of nice, don’t you think?” she asked. “Forty-two and I can still turn a head or two if I put on a fancy dress?”

Jeff couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He gasped as he felt Lauren’s hand tuck into his pants and her fingers drift around his hard cock. “What?” he breathed.

She pulled away, caressing the underside of his cock with her fingers. “Oh you didn’t notice?” she asked, her voice a pleasant purr.

“I…I guess I did,” he stammered.

Lauren smiled. “I guess you did,” she said. Kicking off her heels she undid the button and zipper holding his pants up and tugged them down along with his underwear, sinking to her knees in the process.

Jeff’s eyes widened at her lack of shame. In the broad light of day? A blowjob? Lauren on her knees before him? His pulse quickened but all he could feel was the soft skin of her warm palm on his cock. “What are you…what are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m giving you a blowjob. Unless you don’t want one?” she asked, smiling with half her mouth.

“No I…I do,” he muttered, ashamed by the admission.

Lauren shrugged and eyed his cock. “Then just enjoy yourself.” Her tongue flicked out of her mouth and, gazing up at him, she swiped it along the side of his cock making it twitch.

His eyes darted from hers to her cleavage, then back to her face. The contrast of her classy, revealing dress and his cock pressed against her lips sent arousal throbbing through him. “You’re so hot,” he said, breathless. Words he hadn’t spoken in years. Maybe decades.

“I’m glad you think so,” Lauren whispered. Opening her mouth she took the head of his cock into it and swiped her tongue around the head.

Jeff shuddered with pleasure. His cock stiffened as she bobbed forward with her head, taking a third of his shaft into her mouth. He still couldn’t believe what was happening. Lauren, his wife, was blowing him like a porn star on a Sunday afternoon.

She reached between his legs and cupped his sack. Ran her fingers over the wrinkled skin, then up until they were touching her chin. Still watching him with wide eyes she dipped lower onto his organ, taking half of it into her mouth before pulling off again.

A small wave of disappointment rolled over him when she stood up. Not that he should have expected her to finish him like that. They didn’t do that sort of thing.

“Did you get jealous?” she asked.

He could have lied if it weren’t for her still holding his cock. Instead the treacherous appendage betrayed him, hardening to what felt like stone in her palm.

Lauren raised an eye and tilted her head.

“W-what?” Jeff sputtered, trying to bluff his way out of the situation.

“Of Marco,” Lauren asked, eyeing him, trying to decipher what each twitch of muscle in his face might mean. “When he was staring at me. Were you jealous?” She stroked his solid muscle with her hand.

“Lauren…what are you…”

“You just seemed a little distant at brunch,” she said. “I thought maybe the outfit was too much. And then I thought maybe the way every guy in the place was looking at me was making you, you know, jealous.” She stroked him slowly three more times after she said it.

His cock was so hard it ached. Come was pooling at the base, his nuts drawing up between his legs. His body jerked as he thought of Marco staring at Lauren’s tits. “Baby,” he panted, trying to push her hand away from his member. “You better ease up or…”

She shook her head. “It’s okay,” she said. “I want you to.”

A groan escaped him as her stroking became more rhythmic. His toes curled in his socks against the carpet. “Don’t you want to…”

“I want this,” Lauren said, glancing down at his cock. “I want to see it.”

Holy shit.

This wasn’t making love. This was getting downright dirty. And in the middle of the day?

“Baby it feels so good,” he said, squeezing his eyes shut tight, his body tensing for release.

“Wait,” she said, pausing the hand job. “Look at me.”

His eyes snapped open and he stared into Lauren’s which now seemed to have a depth to them he’d never seen. “Please don’t stop.”

She smiled and squeezed him then resumed her stroking.

Jeff groaned.

“Hey baby?” Lauren whispered.

“Huh?” he grunted.

“You never answered my question.”

He could barely remember what it had been through the pre-orgasmic fog shrouding his thoughts.

“Were you jealous?” she repeated.

The question made his nuts tighten right up to his body.

Lauren paused again, holding him and drawing circles around the tiny opening at the head of his prick with a finger.

The light changed around them.

Jeff, teetering on the edge of an enormous eruption clenched his hands into fists at his side.

Suddenly Lauren wasn’t the wife he’d ignored one too many times. She was the young woman who’d stolen his heart twenty some years ago. He went right back two decades to the way he’d looked at her back then. The same way he was looking at her now. Like he’d never be able to look away. “Yes,” he confessed.

Lauren pumped her hand along his girth.

His climax bubbled up from in between his legs. A hot and frothing burst of dopamine doused his brain as pleasure shot through his cock at the feeling of his wife’s hand jerking him. He followed her gaze, down to watch the purple head spewing semen onto her hand.

She slowed, gripping him tighter and tugging like she was trying to pull his soul out through his prick. She watched it spurt it’s load along her fingers. Some splattered onto her dress.

His body wrenched through each burst of pleasure until there was none left. He let out a shuddering breath. When he lifted his chin he found Lauren looking at him with a satisfied smile. He looked away, slightly ashamed that he’d finished without taking care of her first. “I’m sorry,” he muttered, stealing a glance at her out of the corner of his eye.

“Don’t be,” she said, shaking her head. “I liked it.”

She did?

Which part, exactly, would that be? The part where he’d exploded while telling her he’d been jealous about the waiter checking out her tits? Which now, with his head clear after a climax, solidified his resolve to get to the bottom of all this. “Lauren I…” he said, trying to pull away.

She pressed a finger against his lips. “Can I ask you something?”

It seemed like a strange question considering she was still holding him. “Uh…sure?” he replied.

“Return the favour?” Without waiting for him to answer she pulled him by his cock toward the bed. She fell down onto it, bringing him to his knees before her. Hooking her fingers under the hem of her dress she drew it up.

Jeff gasped at the sight of her shaved gash, slick with wet already. His mind darted back. She hadn’t been alone since they got home. Which meant…she’d been sitting in that restaurant all morning with no underwear.

His eyes darted up to meet her gaze.

Lauren put a hand on the back of his head. She pulled him closer.

The scent of her arousal infected his senses, a dank and heady smell. As his lips touched her sex he flicked his tongue out and swiped it up her slit. The feeling of his mouth on her bare mound made him tremble.

He licked up her seam. Tucking his tongue into the arch of her folds he found her clit with the tip. Pursing his lips he suckled at it.

Lauren shook above him on the bed. “Oh god yes,” she sighed.

Putting a hand on each thigh he spread her legs wider and licked up and down the line of her pussy. Despite his orgasm his cock was already twitching to life.

Her hips began to buck in time with his tongue. She ground her pelvis against his face, wincing as her climax neared. “Yes Jeff. Just right there.” Her puss drooled onto his chin.

He lapped at her, stealing glances at the way her lips curled as she approached her climax. Her thighs shook against his hands. She pulled him even tighter in between her legs. So tight he could barely breathe.

She shouted as she came, throwing her head back and yelping at the ceiling, urging him to keep eating her as she crested one wave, then another.

As he watched her writhing above him he felt like he was falling in love all over again.

Her body’s steady shaking turned to fitful spasms and jerks. Her legs folded closed, thighs twitching against his cheeks. Finally she pushed him gently away with a hand on his forehead. She blushed, tucked her chin against her collarbone and giggled.

Jeff stayed on his knees, his mouth covered with her wet, unable to believe what they’d just done. His cock was rigid.

When Lauren looked down at it, she smiled. She lifted her hand and looked at it. The come had caked along her fingers. “I should probably go wash this,” she said quietly.

Jeff watched her as she stood up and drew her dress down over her thighs. He stared as she disappeared into the bathroom, still in a trance from what she’d done to him and had him do to her. But the question reared it’s head again as soon as she was gone.

Does she know what she’s doing to me?

And this time he had to get the answer.

He stood looking over her shoulder at their reflection in the bathroom mirror.

Lauren was rinsing her hands in the sink. “Why can’t it just be what it is?” she asked, glancing at him.

His stomach tightened. “Be what it is? What are you talking about?”

She finished washing her hands and wiped them on the towel hanging next to the mirror before turning around. She smiled. “You’re suddenly very eager to talk about our relationship.”

He ignored the jab. If he called her on it –and he couldn’t, really, he’d never liked to talk about that stuff – it would just derail the conversation and get him nowhere. Breathing deeply to calm himself he blocked the door. “Don’t you think the situation deserves it?” he asked.

She gazed up into his eyes looking pleased with herself. “What makes you say that?”

His lips formed a tight line. There was being playful and then there was being deliberately evasive. Obstinate. That’s what she was doing. “The fact that you just jerked me off in the middle of the day then let me eat your pussy.”

There. Take that.

She was knocked off balance by his bluntness. He saw it plain as day in her expression but only for a moment. The smile returned as soon as it had faltered. “Don’t be crass,” she chided. She tried to step around him but he moved to keep her in the bathroom. “Are we going to spend the rest of the day in here?” she asked, one eyebrow raised.

His frustration was mounting but he didn’t want to let it show. He didn’t like the direction this whole thing was tipping toward. Lauren strutting into Bounty like she owned the place, knowing everyone in there was checking out her tits and ass. Didn’t feel right. “Lauren please,” he said, changing tack. “I just…I just want to hash this out. These last few days since the kids left…they’ve been amazing.”

She bit her lip and nodded, then leaned in and kissed his lips. “I agree,” she whispered.

“So please. Can we just talk about what’s going on?”

“What’s going on?” she asked, feigning innocence.

He nearly slammed a fist against the wall. It wasn’t like him. But he didn’t like this. This feeling that Lauren was taking the reins without even being sure how to ride a horse. “Don’t be like that,” he said. “That thing with Josh and his friends. Now Marco and parading around that restaurant like a…” He realized he’d painted himself into a corner but it was too late.

“Like a slut?” Lauren offered.

“That’s not what I…”

“It’s not?” she asked.

He let out a frustrated sigh.

Lauren closed the gap between them. She lifted her hand between his legs and touched his half-inflated cock.

“What are you doing?” Jeff asked.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” she replied, the question as harsh as his had sounded. “I haven’t felt your cock this hard in years, Jeff. I’m sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t tell you that. But I’m not saying it to make you feel bad.” She squeezed him. “This makes me feel good. I love this. I love the way you’ve looked at me all weekend. I loved the way you watched me in that restaurant with all those eyes on me. I want more of this. This is the Jeff I married and I’m happy that he’s back.”

He gazed into her eyes. They were filled with fire. A passion he’d forgotten she could have. A hunger eroded by years of familiarity, sharpened again by the realization of the way a little jealousy could heat things up between them.

She massaged his cock. “I was ready to give up,” she said.

The admission floored him.

“I didn’t know what else I could do. Then those three boys showed up and the way you acted, putting yourself between me and them, protecting me. That was hot, Jeff. It made me realize I had to fight. Fight for the man I felt like I was losing.”

“You weren’t los…”

“What did you think about yesterday? After they’d left and we were in bed. What tipped you over the edge and made you come?”

His mouth fell open but not a sound came out. His throat was dry. Breathing was a struggle. “I…”

“Say it, Jeff,” she whispered. “I want to hear it.”

One part of him was screaming not to. That admitting his perverted little fantasy, placing it into her hands, was something he could never take back. It would be hers to do with as she pleased.

But Lauren standing there with his dick in her hand, her lips just inches from his, daring him to take the plunge, to trust her with something so intimate, won out. “I…I was thinking of you,” he answered with a half-truth.

“Just me?”

He lowered his eyes then looked away from the vulgar sight of her gripping the bulge in his boxers. This was wrong, wasn’t it? Surely hearing that he’d imagined her with Josh was not what she wanted?

“Because here’s what I think.”

He braced himself. Somehow he knew what she was about to say.

“I think seeing those three twenty-something’s checking out your wife’s legs and ass was what got you in the mood.”

His cock swelled in her hand.

“I think feeling a little threatened, a little jealous, made you want me, Jeff. I think the same thing happened today in that restaurant. And I think the same thing’s happening right now.” She stroked him then reached up and tucked her hand into his underwear to palm his prick.

He was cornered. There was no escape. She had him and she knew it. His cock was pulsing with fresh lust in her hand. He could deny all he wanted. The muscle between his legs was telling the real truth. He looked up into her eyes. “I…I thought about you with another man,” he whispered. His head started to swim like he’d just slammed a stiff drink.

Lauren’s chest swelled. Her mouth fell open and she licked her lips. “It is so fucking hot to hear you say that,” she said, blushing.

His eyes went wide in disbelief. It was the last thing he’d expected her to say. “What?”

“The way you made love to me yesterday was…” She shook her head. “You wanted to own me again, Jeff. I haven’t felt that from you in years.”

His dick went rigid in her hand. Damn right he wanted to own her. She was his. She was his beautiful Lauren whom he’d taken for granted too many times. To hell with that. It was all going to change.

Grabbing a fistful of her hair he spun her around and bent her over the sink.

She gasped and caught his eye in the reflection in the mirror.

Jeff yanked the hem of the dress up and over her ass. The sight of it made his prick lurch. Jerking down his boxers he took his cock in hand and pointed it at the still wet folds of her pussy. “You want to be owned?” he growled. The sound of his own voice shocked him.

Lauren’s cheeks and chest flushed red as he pressed the head of his cock against her sex.

He painted up the cleft of flesh, then down, collecting her wet on his head.

She braced herself against the marble counter, her mouth falling open as she sucked in air.

Jeff groaned as he sheathed himself inside her in one quick swipe, pinning her down. He grabbed her ass with his free hand and squeezed it as he drew his cock out then stabbed it into her again. The way she shuddered at his rough affection made him harden even more inside her.

Letting go of her hair and grabbing her hips, he started thrusting.

“Oh fuck,” Lauren moaned. The profanity stoked the heat coursing between them.

“You want to be a little slut?” he growled. Something he never would have dared to say before but now felt…safe about, somehow.

“Oh god Jeff fuck me,” she begged.

“You want to be a cheating whore and fuck another man?”

Pleasure washed across her face. A beautiful, enraging pleasure that pushed him close to spilling.

Without thinking he raised a hand and brought it down on her ass with a sharp smack.

Her eyes popped open.

For a moment he thought he’d crossed the line. The lusty look she shot him reassured him that he hadn’t. He started thrusting harder, the tickle at the root of his cock threatening to rupture and send his spunk gushing into her inlet.

“Fuck me, Jeff. Fuck it into me. Oh fuck your dick’s so hard,” she moaned.

His eyes raked across her body, memorizing the shape of it. Legs spread wide to let him in. Ass up, back arched, bent forward over the tap. The kaleidoscope began to spin and in a moment it wasn’t him in her. It was Marco pressing her into the counter, his rock hard abs grazing against the soft cushion of her behind as he furrowed his trowel into her crevice.

Jeff was on the brink.

He looked up. They locked eyes. “You dirty slut,” he hissed.

Her face took on that hopeless expression that always dawned before a climax. Like going over the first hill on a roller coaster when your guts are halfway down the hill but your brain still thinks it’s at the top. Her pussy clamped down and gripped him hard, the added friction flipping his own switch.

“Fuck!” he grunted, eyes darting down to the winking eyelet that led to her backside. She was cumming as hard as he’d ever felt. His climax popped, the third that day, but felt like the first time all over again. It roared through him, shaking the mirror and walls and the sink as his prick belched love into her belly.

The coming down was gradual. A smooth descent from a fiery peak. Jeff’s head was still spinning when he staggered back and fell out of Lauren’s cunt. A dribble of his essence ran out of her, splattering along the floor in yellowish strands. He looked down at it, then back up at her, his heart still pounding from their connection.

She turned around, uncaring about the drip-drip-dripping coming from between her legs.She blew the hair out of her eyes and pressed a hand to her hot cheek. “Holy shit,” she whispered.

Jeff shook his head. “Holy shit,” he echoed. His mind had started racing but his heart was all hers again. He swore it always would be as he watched her fan herself. “Hey,” he said, reaching out to take her hand. “You never answered my question.” He pulled her toward him, his wet cock smearing a white stain across her thigh.

A smile started to form at the corner of her mouth. “What question?” she teased.

He pulled her close to whisper in her ear. “You want to be a cheating whore and fuck another man?”

Lauren giggled and buried her face in his neck. She kissed him there before lifting her head up and touching his ear with her lips. “Only with you watching me.”

The next morning was unlike any other Monday. He got up at five-thirty without waking her and slipped downstairs. He took the note he’d written the night before out of his gym bag and put it on the table.

Hit the gym. Didn’t want to wake you.

Can’t wait to see you tonight.

He slipped out of the house and was on the road before six. It was about a twenty minute drive to Main Street Fitness. The roads were clear. His heart started beating a little harder when he pulled into the parking lot.

The gym?

Last place he would have put himself at forty-three. He hated everything about them. The smell of stale sweat, the nasty machines, the public showering.

Today he didn’t give a shit. Today was going to be the first of many days just like this. It was made easier, as most things are, knowing that he wasn’t doing it for himself. He was doing it for her.

For beautiful, kind Lauren who had almost given up on him but didn’t. She deserved more than the paunch he saw in the mirror when he took off his jacket. Walking through the lobby and up to the desk he laid eyes on the muscular black man standing behind the counter in gym shorts and a tight t-shirt. His heart leapt into his throat. Was this…

Marcel, the name tag said.

The man smiled and checked the fitness tracking watch on his wrist. “Getting a head start on a new year’s resolution?” he asked.

This had to be the Marcel. Jeff reached across the counter and shook his hand, dropping his gym bag on the floor next to him. “Jeff,” he said.

“Nice to meet you, Jeff,” Marcel replied, pulling out a clipboard from underneath the desk after shaking his hand. He handed Jeff a pen. “If you’ll fill this out we’ll get you started,” he said, grinning.

As he wrote his first and last name, date of birth and no known health conditions, he couldn’t help but feel the overpowering presence of Marcel looming over him. His mind darted back and forth, to the way he’d fucked Lauren in the bathroom the day before, imagining Marco inside her instead of himself.

This was an entirely different sensation. His cock reacted not just to the thought of Marcel doing the same thing, but to the way his dark complexion would look against Lauren’s pale skin. He couldn’t help but wonder if some part of this had been engineered outside the privacy of their marriage.

Lauren had been coming to Main Street Fitness for years. Had she had an affair? Had Marcel already felt the sweet tightness of her pussy around his cock? Had he tasted her lips? The questions had Jeff nearly shaking.

“Perfect,” Marcel said as he pushed the clipboard back across to him. “So what’s the purpose of your visit today?” he asked.

Jeff looked him squarely in the eye as he put a hand on his belly. “To get rid of this,” he said.

Marcel grinned. He stepped around the counter and put a hand on Jeff’s shoulder. A good solid clap. A real man’s grip. “Good man,” he said. “I say we get you started on some cardio. You like the track or machines?”

The thought of being strapped onto a bike or elliptical was not appealing. He chose the track. Motion helped him sort his thoughts out.

“Fifteen minute run to warm up and then I’ll come back and show you around some of the stations,” Marcel explained.

Jeff nodded, stepped onto the rubber track and leaned into a run.

He was winded in under a minute and had to slow down. Three minutes after that his lungs were burning and he had to walk to catch his breath. But as his body woke up, generating heat and sweat, he knew this wasn’t going to be a one time thing. He was going to turn himself into the man Lauren needed him to be.

Marcel was surprisingly knowledgeable and patient as he showed him around the place. Got him started on a routine after asking how often he planned to come in. Asked him if he wanted an accountability partner.

Jeff said he was going to be accountable to himself.

This seemed to please Marcel as well.

But Jeff couldn’t quell the nagging fear that had sprouted upon seeing the handsome manager. As he cooled down walking around the track he couldn’t resist stealing glances at the man and wondering If Lauren knew him better than she’d let on.

It made work drag a bit that day, despite the energy he’d worked up working out that morning. The idea of Lauren going behind his back, having a little something on the side with Marcel, tormenting him in a twisted but delicious way.

He spent the whole way home weighing the wisdom of confronting her against the tension caused by not knowing the truth. Had he been made a cuckold already?

Stepping into the house he found it mostly dark, save for one light on in the living room. He set down his gym bag and briefcase with his laptop in it and kicked his shoes off.

She was sitting on the couch reading, wearing a tight sweater that hugged her breasts and jeans. She smiled when he walked in. “Hey,” she said, setting the book down and standing up. She walked over in bare feet and planted a kiss on his cheek. “Did you…hit the gym this morning?” she asked, grinning.

The vision of Marcel’s dark body thrusting between Lauren’s legs blossomed in his imagination. It roused his cock, hardening it. “I did,” he replied.

Lauren ran her hands down his arms. “I’m impressed.” She paused, as if wondering whether to say what was on her mind. “Did you do that for…for me?” she asked, her smile turning coy.

“I did it for us,” he answered. “I met your friend.” He kept his eyes glued to her face, searching for any twitch, any hint of worry that might appear.

She reacted only by smiling wider. “Marcel? Isn’t he great?”

His insides tightened. Great? How great? Great in bed? Had his dick already been in her? The intrusive thoughts were so loud they nearly drowned out everything else. “He was very helpful,” he said.

Have you fucked him already?

It was on the tip of his tongue. He decided against it. He was going to be cool about this. “How come you never told me about him before?” he asked.

Lauren furrowed her brow. “Jeff I’ve been talking about him for almost a year now.”

A hot shame welled through him at not having payed more attention. He lowered his eyes. “Shit. Sorry.”

Lauren chuckled and waved the apology away. “Forget about it. You want dinner? There’s leftover turkey in the fridge I can heat it…”

He wrapped an arm around her, putting his hand on the small of her back and pulling her close. “I want you,” he whispered.

Her eyes lit up. She bit her lip and tilted her head to let him kiss her neck. She smelled like apple shampoo. “Wow,” she said, giggling. She drew a breath and held it. “Wait. Does this have anything to do with our friend Marcel?”

Blood rushed from his brain down between his legs. His cock began to inflate. “What? Why would you say that?”

She leaned back to look into his eyes. “Gee I don’t know. You come home talking about Marcel and suddenly you’re all over me. Did someone get an idea at the gym this morning?”

He studied her eyes again, searching for something sinister but finding nothing but joy and happiness. He opened his mouth to speak but she beat him to it.

“Because that could be arranged,” she said.

The words gripped his heart and twisted. “What?”

Lauren smirked. She reached around and took his hand off her back and stepped away. “If you’d been paying attention you might remember the time I told you about the time Marcel hit on me.”

A cold wave of jealousy washed through him. “He hit on you?”

Did anything happen? Why hadn’t he been listening?

“He did,” she said, her smile full of mischief. She held his gaze waiting for him to speak.

Jeff could think of nothing to say. The idea of Marcel making a move on Lauren was…riveting. It had him by the jugular. So tight he could barely breathe. “What happened?” he demanded, barely able to squeeze the words out of his throat.

Lauren shrugged. “I told him I was married.”

This brought relief. The terror gripping him, eased. “And?” he asked softly.

“And,” she said, then paused. She glanced down at the ground then back at him. “He said that didn’t have to be a problem.”

Jeff sucked in a sharp breath. “And?” he demanded.

Lauren’s smile widened. “Oh wow. You’re really worked up by this, huh?” she said quietly.

“I just want to know what happened.”

She studied him. Why? Was she assessing whether she should share the truth? Whether he could handle it?

“Just tell me,” he said, his face growing serious.

“Okay,” Lauren whispered. “I will.” Nibbling on her bottom lip she let her hands drift down to his belt and tugged it open. “You have to promise you won’t get made though, Jeff.”

Promise? Why? What would make him mad?

A sickly sweet jealousy gurgled up out of his gut and drenched his brain. More visions of Lauren with her legs splayed, Marcel between them rutting until he came, filled his mind. “Lauren,” he croaked.

She frowned, suddenly serious. Her fingers stopped working at the button of his pants. “You have to promise, Jeff. Otherwise I’m not saying a thing.”

Good grief. Was she teasing him? Was this just another game? Or was she serious? Had Marcel… “I promise,” he hissed.

Her expression softened and the hint of a smile reappeared as her fingers set to work again. Soon she was reaching into his boxers, wrapping a fist around his rigid shaft and purring at how hard it was. “Oh my god, Jeff. I can’t believe how hard this makes you.”

“Lauren please. I need to know,” he begged.

She leaned closer. So close he felt her breath on his cheek. “Nothing happened between us,” she whispered.

The relief that washed through him threatened to soften his organ. Lauren’s fondling kept it stiff.

“But I can’t say I wasn’t tempted.”

The tension cranked inside him at hearing this. He disconnected from himself, felt his body leave the shores of reality and drift out onto the sea of his own imagination.

“I’ve never been with a black man before,” Lauren admitted.

His cock jumped in her hand. Again the vision came. Marcel’s dark and muscular frame hunched over Lauren’s creamy white skin undulating into a deliciously revolting shape.

“After it happened, after he…propositioned me…” She giggled at the word. “I…I touched myself that night. I thought of him.”

Jeff’s mind began to scream. He opened his eyes wide and pulled away, staring into Lauren’s. “You…you did?” he balked.

She bit her lip and nodded. “I did.”

Now he wished he’d brought a life vest because it felt like he was treading water hard just to keep from drowning in the jealousy that drenched his brain. “You…you…you masturbated to him?” Jeff asked.

Lauren’s eyes darted away, her shyness at the direct way he’d confronted her, obvious. “I did.”

Wasn’t that like cheating? Did there have to be contact to break the sacred vows they’d made? Or was intent enough?

The heady buzz he felt at hearing Lauren’s secret revealed was dizzying. Had they not been through the last few days he might have had an entirely different reaction. Hearing that his wife had touched herself while she thought of another man might have broken him.

But here with her hand on his cock and their eyes locked on each other, it felt exciting. More importantly, it felt safe. “What did you think about?” he whispered.

Lauren’s fingers drifted to the head of his cock and twisted in a gentle circle against his glans. She shied away. “Jeff…I don’t think I can…”

He grabbed her arms, drawing her gaze back to his. “Lauren please,” he begged. Maybe his cock lurching in her hand convinced her that he really wanted it.

“It’s just…it’s so personal.”

Jeff almost laughed out loud. As if the last three or four days hadn’t been? As if he hadn’t revealed more to her than he ever had to anyone else?

Her eyes darted side to side but came to rest on his again. “Are you sure you want to hear it?”

“So much,” he said.

She drew a breath, held it, then let it out slowly. “Okay. Here goes.”

He could see this was a big deal to her. This wasn’t just some game. She was cracking open a soft and vulnerable part of herself. It made his heart soar inside his chest. This was what their marriage should have been like these last few years. He swore he’d never let this feeling fade again. Lauren meant everything to him.

“I thought of his cock in my mouth,” she whispered.

The punch to his gut exploded into a rainbow of emotions. The heaviest sank between his legs and forged his cock to steel.

Lauren raised an eye at his reaction. “Are you okay?” she whispered.

“So okay,” Jeff admitted. He put a hand at the back of her neck, drew her mouth to his and plunged his tongue in.

She gave him hers in a lusty kiss.

“Why’d you…why his cock in your mouth?” Jeff panted once she’d pulled away.

Lauren eyed him, as if wondering whether to reveal the full extent of her depravity. Stepping backward, she pulled him along with her until her back was to the wall. With her eyes not leaving his for a second, she slid her back down along the wall and fell to her knees. “You really want to know?” she whispered.

“So much,” he said.

Her tongue flicked out and swept along the underside of his shaft, swirling over the top of his cock and lapping up the bead of pre-cum that had oozed from his urethra. “When you meet a guy like that,” she said, looking off to one side, building courage before looking up at Jeff again. “Sometimes a girl just wants to be dominated. Marcel looked like the…dominating type.”

He stared down at her parted lips. He imagined what Marcel would do if he got a chance to be alone with that mouth. “Dominated?”

Lauren nodded.

“In your mouth?” he asked.

Her hands fell from his member. She spread her arms, palms pressed against the wall and let her jaw fall open. Her tongue slipped out.

Jeff knew what she wanted. He couldn’t believe it. Had they ever done anything like this? But kneeling there before him Lauren looked every bit the part of the hungry slut begging him to fuck her in the face.

He gripped his cock and swept it side to side along her tongue. Taking encouragement from her soft moan, he dipped the head past her lips until her felt it wet with her saliva. Dragging it out he smacked it lightly against her cheek.

Lauren closed her eyes and moaned again. Louder this time.

Really? She likes this?

It was hard to believe after so long together. But it sent fresh blood down to his organ. Stepping forward, unsure of himself, he pushed his cock past her lips again. He watched it disappear into her mouth, inch by inch, until he felt the tip touch the tight muscles at the back of her throat. He gasped when she gagged, worried he’d gone to far.

Lauren’s hand shot off the wall and wrapped around his leg, settling on his ass. Her eyes opened and as she gazed up at him, she pulled him closer.

Jeff’s mouth fell open at the dirty invitation. Pressing his hands against the wall he worked up the courage to push deeper, give his wife what she wanted. He groaned at the feeling of her throat tightening around his head.

Drawing himself a few inches out, he thrust in again. The wet gack that came from inside her neck lit a fire in his loins. He repeated the motion, then again. Soon he’d found a rhythm spearing his prick deep inside her neck and imagining Lauren with her eyes closed thinking of Marcel doing this very thing.

His nuts tightened between his legs. The jealous energy the vision elicited morphed into raw lust. There was Lauren on her knees in front of him, taking everything he had to give and looking like she was loving it.

Each time her eyes fluttered open and looked up at him he’d harden and tip toward spilling. Each time he slowed, not wanting the moment to evaporate just yet. Thinking of his wife with another man’s cock, Marcel’s cock, buried in her face yanked a rip cord inside him. Jerking his hips back he grabbed his prick.

Lauren panted to catch her breath. She tipped her head back, mouth open, ready to receive his offering. “You gonna’ come all over my face?” she whispered.

Jeff roared as the orgasm tore through him. It ricocheted up against his brain, then sank down between his legs and tightened the muscles in his cock. It jerked as he stroked it. Pulling back like a snake ready to strike it spat a glob of ejaculate that landed on Lauren’s cheek.

To his shock and utter amazement she let her hand fall off the wall and mashed it in between her legs. She started to rub herself.

Jeff cried out again as the enormous wave crested and crashed over him. He struggled to keep his eyes open as his cock shot spurt after spurt of hot cream onto her chin and cheeks and forehead. He couldn’t believe what was happening. Couldn’t believe Lauren looked like she was loving it. He shuddered as the tail end of the climax cracked like a whip around him.

Then it was gone and they were left in silence and stillness.

Lauren lifted the hand she’d been using to touch herself. She used a finger to scoop his emission off her cheek and drew it into her mouth. Closing her lips around it she sucked it like a lollipop before pulling it out and proudly displaying her empty mouth.

Jeff shook his head, still shocked by what she’d let him do. “I…can’t believe you can be this dirty,” he panted softly.

Her solid thighs flexing, she drifted up the wall to stand in front of him. “Only for you, sweetheart,” she whispered. “Now get upstairs while I get this cleaned off. I’m going to need that mouth of yours between my legs.” She glanced down as his cock jumped at her words, then giggled. “Unless you think you can get it up again. That would be better.”

The sound of her laughter rang in his ears as she squeezed out from between him and the wall and sauntered over to the bathroom.

This was going to happen. And that was crazy.

It took a week before she acted and caught Jeff somewhat by surprise.

The job at Main Street Fitness didn’t begin until after New Years. By that time Jeff had settled into a routine. Rising early in the morning and driving to the gym. Each day was easier than the one before it and while they’d played games about their fantasy in the bedroom neither of them had proposed a way to make it real.

It was on the treadmill on a Wednesday that the switch was tripped. He had just found his pace at a gentle jog when the door to the gym swung open and a figure that looked remarkably like Lauren walked in. His heart skipped a beat as she pulled off her hood and shook the snow off of her collar.

Jeff’s eyes darted to where Marcel was standing. His throat tightened as he watched the handsome trainer glance up from his computer screen to see who’d walked in. The smile that lit up Marcel’s face made Jeff’s groin throb with arousal.

His pace quickened as Marcel stepped out from behind the desk and walked toward Lauren, arms outstretched. As the distance closed between them, Jeff grabbed the railings on either side of the treadmill to steady himself. He gasped as Marcel, in a friendly gesture, wrapped his muscular arms around Lauren and pulled her into a tight hug.

Jeff couldn’t tear his eyes away from Lauren. His heart squeezed as he watched her close her eyes and savour the attention from her new employer. When she opened them she scanned the room until she found him. Lifting a finger to her lips over Marcel’s shoulder, she made a “shh” gesture with her lips.

Suddenly it was too much. Too real, seeing his beautiful Lauren in the arms of another man, even with that big parka between them. His throat strained and he choked at the way the sight burrowed into his belly and burned there.

Marcel, when he pulled away, didn’t let Lauren go immediately. He kept his hands on her arms, smiling at her and saying something Jeff was too far away to hear.

Lauren smiled and it nearly crushed him, seeing her be so affectionate with someone else. At the same time it sent adrenaline pounding through his veins. He twisted the dial on the treadmill and picked up his pace.

Lauren let herself be led over to the counter.

Marcel took her coat.

She was wearing a tight workout tank-top under her baggy hoodie, black tights and sneakers. When Marcel disappeared into the back office, she looked up at Jeff and winked.

The distance Jeff felt between them in that moment was immense. A chasm crying out to be crossed. His instincts nearly made him do it. The lizard brain kicked in, flashing red and warning of danger. His wife, his life-partner and, more primally, his mate was being threatened. The woman who’d agreed to share herself with him and only him was drifting out into open waters.

But as unsettling as that was it was also somehow liberating. If he’d watched it happen without her knowing he would have been devastated. But now, with his permission, she looked radiant as she took these first steps down this strange new path they’d both discovered.

Marcel returned carrying a heavy manual and dropped it onto the desk, poking a finger on top of it and nodding at Lauren.

Lauren threw her head back and laughed at whatever joke he’d made.

Had she been acting like this with Marcel for a whole year?

They were no strangers, that much was certain. They talked and laughed like far more than acquaintances, if not friends.

Jeff couldn’t help but indulge the dark possibility that perhaps there was more to it than that. Couldn’t help but imagine Marcel offering her a little something on the side of her dull marriage. It ground up Jeff’s insides to think of that. But his chest felt big and full of…some emotion he couldn’t really name.

Pride? Maybe. It was only now that he saw how gorgeous Lauren really was. Not at home standing by the stove in the kitchen but out here in the real world, in the wild where there were other people. Other men who could appreciate her appearance.

Whatever it was it drove him more than a little crazy.

Jeff could barely believe when his phone buzzed that forty-five minutes was up. He hadn’t even done any weights. Just been running on that treadmill staring at Marcel and Lauren and having all sorts of dirty thoughts about them. It was time to get to work.

Towelling off his dripping face he picked up his water bottle and headed toward the change rooms.

“Hey Jeff my man!” Marcel called out as he walked by the desk.

Jeff’s heart jumped and his stomach twisted. What was the plan? Why hadn’t they thought of a plan? He turned and forced a smile at the two of them. “Hey Marcel,” he said.

Lauren gave him the slightest nod.

“Hey I want you to meet someone,” Marcel said. “This is our newest fitness expert, Lauren.” He patted her on the back in a possessive way that made Jeff’s blood nearly boil over.

Lauren flashed a smile and cocked her head to one side as she reached over the counter to shake his hand.

Jeff’s jaw nearly dropped at her performance. He almost believed they’d never met, from the way she’d played it. “Hey Lauren. Nice to meet you.” He couldn’t help but notice that Marcel’s hand was still on her shoulder.

“Lovely to meet you, Jeff,” she said. “You a regular?”

“Uh, just started last week,” he replied.

“He’s in for the long haul though,” Marcel said, nodding sagely. “I can tell.”

Jeff smiled at him in thanks. “Well I’m gonna’ hit the shower before work.”

“Sure thing, Jeff. Sure thing. Good to see you again,” Marcel said. Finally his hand fell from her shoulder and down beneath the desk.

Jeff couldn’t resist glancing at it as he passed the desk on his way to the change rooms. From where he’d been standing it had looked like Marcel’s palm had lingered, perhaps grazing against Lauren’s ass or thigh. But as he walked by he was unable to catch a glimpse of the offence, instead carrying the exhilarating terror of Marcel pawing at his wife into the shower with him.

As he dressed he thought of texting her. Just a quick message to make sure they were on the same page. A reassurance that Lauren had no intention of indulging in any extra-marital activities without him present. She was going to be spending days in the gym with Marcel after all. Now that they’d spawned this idea, nurtured it from seed to the cusp of blossoming, how could he be sure Lauren wouldn’t snag a little something on the side when he wasn’t there?

But as much as terrifying as that possibility was, an excitement thrummed beneath it. He’d never in their life considered that Lauren would cheat. Now that the possibility had been unearthed he was loathe to bury it again. It stung in a most pleasant way.

Getting dressed and throwing his gym bag over his shoulder, he walked out of the change room and into the reception are hoping to have a chance to exchange a few words with his wife. He was in luck.

Lauren was standing alone at the desk. She glanced over her shoulder at the door to the back office before scurrying toward him.

He leaned forward reflexively to plant a kiss on her cheek.

Lauren pulled away. “Stop it!” she hissed, flashing a wicked grin. “You’ll give it all away.”

Jeff stared at her perplexed. How long was she going to keep up this charade? “I’m…I’m sorry,” he stammered.

“It’s okay,” Lauren replied, stealing another glance over her shoulder. “I get off at three. I’ll see you at home okay?”

Jeff nodded slowly but couldn’t bring himself to resume walking toward the door. “You’re not…you’re not going to do anything are you?”

A slow smile spread across her lips. She cocked her head to one side. “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see,” she said, spinning around and swaying back toward the desk.

Jeff watched her round ass until it disappeared from view. His chest was a little tight. He trusted her. But her answer had him on pins and needles. How was he going to get through the day?

He willed himself to turn and walk out the door.

The work day was a torturous affair. Pretending to pore over budget reports, Jeff spent most of his time daydreaming, wondering whether at that very moment Lauren was entertaining her new boss between her legs.

Each time the question formed he would contemplate it. Until it drove him nearly to the brink of a breakdown. He would soothe his frayed nerves with the knowledge that they were in this together. That it wasn’t just Lauren who had started this but the both of them. She wouldn’t throw away years of built up trust and love for a fling without his permission.

Calmed, he would attempt to do some work before repeating the cycle. This went on until five in the afternoon at which point he bolted from his desk and down the stairs to the parking garage before anyone could ask him to stay late.

The closer he got to home the more relief he felt. Soon he’d be with Lauren. They could talk through this again. Make sure they were really serious about it. If he was really getting cold feet, which his mood that day had seemed like, she would surely understand and tap the brakes on their little adventure together.

As he was about to turn the corner to drive up their street when his phone pinged. At first he thought of ignoring it. He could check the message in thirty seconds when he pulled into the driveway. Some unknown force caused him to pull over to the curb and put the car in park.

He reached out and picked up the phone, spun it in his hand and tapped the security code onto the screen. His eyes shot to the little orange icon in the top corner. His hands began to tremble as he tapped the notification. It was from Lauren.

Use the back door. And be QUIET!

A bead of sweat broke out on his forehead. Was this it? Was this thing really happening? Suddenly he felt like he’d gone from being the captain of the ship to a hapless passenger trying to ride out a vicious winter storm with the sea pounding at the porthole to be let in.

Realizing it probably wouldn’t do to park the car in the driveway and then sneak around the house, he turned off the ignition and the lights and stepped out into the cold, silent night.

From where he was standing he could see there was a dim light on in the living room. The other lights were out. His chest constricted. Locking the car door and leaving his bags in the back seat, he walked up toward the house and slipped into the shadows that led to the backyard.

He tiptoed to the back door and put his hand on the knob. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and twisted. The door clicked open. Which meant this was intentional. Lauren had thought of this. They usually kept the back door closed in the winter. He slipped inside and eased the door shut trying to make as little noise as possible.

It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the light and for his heart to stop beating so hard. He turned his head and listened.

A low voice drifted out of the darkness followed by the sound of giggling.

Jeff’s guts twisted.

This is happening. This is real.

Putting toe to heel, he slipped off his shoes and put a foot on the steps leading up toward the kitchen. Placing his toes close to the stringer board to keep the steps from creaking, he moved slowly, listening to try and discern what was being said in the living room. It was only when he arrived at the top step and opened the door to the kitchen a crack that he could make out the conversation.

“…going to be home late. He texted me,” Lauren said.

This was followed by a pause. “Still, kind of dangerous don’t you think? We could find somewhere else. Get a room or something. Or go to my place?”

“I’m pretty sure it’s going to be okay. Besides if he comes home early I’ll just say we had to work late.” This was followed by another giggle.

Half of Jeff’s body sank toward the ground. Everything from his stomach down. But the top half felt like it was being stretched toward the ceiling. It was him they were talking about. Lauren dismissing the idea that the husband she was about to jilt would be home early. His cock started to stiffen. Why the hell did this make him hard? Why did the idea of Lauren being a cheating whore make him want to fuck the living daylights out of her?

“Hey whatever you say,” Marcel said, breaking the silence in the living room. “It’s your marriage. But let me ask you something. What changed your mind? You finally get sick of him?”

This stabbed through Jeff like a hot poker. Had Lauren been sharing details of their marriage with Marcel? Had they become buddies this past year while Jeff was busy not paying attention? He heard Lauren sigh.

“I have…needs,” she said softly.

“Needs he ain’t meetin’?” Marcel asked.

Another silence followed that drove Jeff nearly up the wall.

“I just…I just want to try a little something. I don’t know. Let’s not talk about him.”

This nearly made him crumple to the ground. Let’s not talk about him. Sure, she was just pretending. But her acting was damn fine. Good enough it gave Jeff pause to wonder if…

“Sure thing,” Marcel replied, interrupting Jeff’s thoughts and dragging him back into the moment. “So how about those needs?” he asked.

“How about them?” Lauren whispered.

“You gonna’ tell me what they are? Maybe there’s something I could do to help.”

The silence that followed drove Jeff nearly out of his skin. He knew he couldn’t just stand there and listen to more of this. He needed to see them. Needed to see Lauren. See how she carried herself for this dark stranger. Were they on the couch together? Was she leaning over him? Had something happened already?!?

Holding his breath, he pushed the door open further and slipped into the kitchen. Staying close to the wall, he circled the table and crept up to the door leading to the hall. From there he could just make out the edge of the couch and Lauren’s foot next to the coffee table. She was definitely sitting sideways. Maybe looking into Marcel’s inky gaze?

Just as Jeff was about to take another step forward he saw motion in the corner of his eye. A reflection in the hallway mirror. He pulled back and pressed against the wall, angling his head until Lauren and Marcel were perfectly framed. His heart leapt into his throat.

Marcel was sitting back on the couch. His hands were in his lap and his head was turned toward the window, looking at Lauren.

Lauren had her hand over her head, legs crossed, knees pointed toward Marcel. They weren’t sitting that close together but her pose was as suggestive as could be.

A pulse of lust-fuelled adrenaline raced through Jeff at the sight.

Lauren smirked. “You really going to make me spell it out?” she asked.

To Jeff’s shock, Marcel nodded. A business-like smile formed on his lips. “You bet I am,” he said.

Lauren’s smile faltered for a brief moment. “That’s not very romantic, is it?” she asked, regaining her composure.

“This ain’t about romance though, is it?” he asked.

Lauren’s expression wilted for a moment before she resumed smiling. “Wow. You’re all business.”

Marcel chuckled and shook his head. His hands stayed in his lap. “You know what year it is? You think I’m going to walk into another man’s house and fuck his wife without consent?” he asked.

Lauren’s face turned red. This time her smile vanished and she looked away.

Jeff’s eyes opened wider. Not at Lauren’s apparent humiliation but at the way the dynamic had shifted between her and Marcel. His directness had shaken her. And somehow this, too, drove Jeff insane in the best way.

“I’m…I’m sorry Marcel,” Lauren said, shaking her head and making like she was going to get up off the couch.

“No you’re not,” Marcel replied.

Lauren’s eyes shot to his, angry and glaring. “What?”

Marcel smiled again. “You’re not sorry. Otherwise I wouldn’t be here. But if we’re going to have some fun I need to hear we’re both on the same page. Now why don’t you tell me why you invited me here.”

Lauren looked visibly distressed. Her eyes were darting around the room, her face was still flushed and she’d started wringing her hands.

Jeff’s pulse was racing as he watched the exchange.

Lauren shook her head. “Maybe this was a mistake,” she said quietly.

“I don’t think so,” Marcel replied. “Maybe you saw this playing out a different way, sure. But this ain’t no mistake. But I still haven’t heard you tell me why I’m here.”

Lauren locked eyes with him, huffed and stood up. “Maybe you should leave,” she said, glancing toward the front door.

Jeff was beside himself. The energy crackling between Lauren and Marcel was electric.

Marcel shrugged and hauled himself up off the couch. “That’s what you want? Sure thing.” He started walking toward the door.

Lauren’s panicked expression almost made Jeff dart back into the bowels of the dark kitchen. His heart started to hammer in his chest with each step Marcel took toward the hall. He saw Lauren’s eyes dart toward the door to the kitchen.

“Wait!” she said, a moment before Marcel stepped into the hall.

Marcel turned to face her and folded his arms across his chest.

“I’m…I’m sorry,” Lauren stammered. “I don’t…I’ve never done anything like this. I think I’m just, maybe, nervous or something.”

Marcel gave her a slow nod and waited.

Lauren fidgeted with her fingers, eyes turned toward the ground. “Just…come back. Stay. I didn’t mean what I said.”

Marcel nodded again, walked back over to the couch and sank into it. He stared at Lauren standing next to the coffee table. “What’ll it be?” he finally asked.

“I just said I wanted you to stay,” Lauren repeated.

“You gonna’ tell me what else you want?”

Her mouth fell open and she paused, unable to summon the words or maybe the courage to say them.

“You ever been with a black man?” Marcel asked.

Lauren looked sideways and shook her head.

“But that’s what you want, right?”

It took a moment but she nodded.

Jeff’s palms started to sweat.

“Say it,” Marcel ordered.

She turned to stare at Marcel, her expression hardening into something defiant, indignant. “I want to be with a black man,” she whispered.

Marcel cracked a grin. “That’s better. Now you’re catching on.”

Lauren’s face flushed red again.

“You never seen a black dick then, huh?” Marcel asked.

Lauren’s embarrassment was palpable all the way in the kitchen. She shook her head again.

Marcel patted the seat on the couch next to him. “Sit,” he said.

A little reluctant, Lauren nonetheless lowered herself to the couch.

“You gonna’ just sit there? Or you gonna’ come over here and kiss me?”

Lauren’s consternation waned. It was replaced with a far lustier expression as she gave in to the situation. She locked eyes with Marcel and gave a gentle nod as she leaned forward. She tipped her head.

The room blurred in Jeff’s vision. Everything went hazy except the point in space between Lauren and Marcel’s lips. As the gap between them narrowed, Jeff struggled to resist the urge to touch himself. Any reluctance he might have felt about the situation had been erased. As their lips met he balled his hands into fists and squeezed.

Lauren’s soft moan was muffled in Marcel’s mouth. Her back was arched, her breasts pressing toward his chest, as if her body was begging for his touch there.

Marcel didn’t budge. As they lingered on the kiss he stayed in place seated on the couch letting Lauren do all the work. Their eyes opened as she pulled away. Marcel gazed into hers. He lifted his hand and brushed his thumb against a wet spot on her lip. “You like that?” he asked quietly.

Lauren nodded and looked down at the couch.

“I like the way you taste,” Marcel said, brushing his thumb along her cheek this time. “Now you got a nice kiss what else you want?”

Lauren started to squirm. She looked away, anywhere but at him, struggling to say the words Marcel wanted to hear. When Marcel cupped her cheek with his hand, she drew in a breath and closed her eyes.

Jeff’s eyes went wide as he watched. He’d imagined countless dirty scenarios, Lauren stretched and put into the dirtiest positions imaginable. He had never for a moment thought of what it would be like to see this. A tender moment of affection between his wife and her soon-to-be lover.

“Shit you’re fine,” Marcel said, his eyes raking down her body.

Lauren bit her lip and smiled like it was the first time anyone had payed her a compliment, or paid the kind of attention Marcel was paying her in that moment.

“You tell me what you want and we can get on with this,” Marcel whispered.

Lauren sucked in a breath as her eyes fluttered up to meet his. “I want…” She chewed the inside of her mouth.

Jeff held his breath as he waited.

Marcel reached up and put a hand on the back of Lauren’s neck. “You want to see a black dick?”

She sucked in a tiny breath of air at the question but seemed to know what it meant. “I want to see your dick,” Lauren finally managed to say.

Marcel smiled. “See? Easy.” He glanced down at the bulge that had started to form in his lap. “Help yourself.”

Lauren glanced to one side, then the other. She was clearly still knocked off balance by the way Marcel had flipped the dynamic between them on it’s head. Leading from behind like any good manager. Her eyes darted to the lump between his legs but she didn’t move.

“Go on. It won’t bite. I promise,” Marcel reassured.

“Just…you want me to just…”

“I want you to take it out. I’m not doing it for you.”

Jeff watched Lauren steeling herself. Her discomfort was almost as arousing as her submission to Marcel’s orders.

When she reached out and grabbed the front of his sweat pants, her hands were shaking. She hooked two fingers under the elastic and pulled it out from his waist. Looking sideways at the opening she created, she reached into them.

Jeff swayed as he watched his wife, for the first time, lay hands on another man’s prick. He forced himself to breathe as she pried the dark muscle out from his underwear, then dragged it up and over the elastic of his sweats.

Lauren’s eyes popped wide open as the smooth black trunk of Marcel’s cock flopped out. She sucked in a breath as the head arced through the air and fell with a slap against the shirt he was wearing.

Seeing her tiny, white hand wrapped around that slab of swelling black meat made Jeff’s insides dance.

“You like it?” Marcel asked, keeping his eyes on Lauren’s shocked expression.

“It’s…it’s really big,” she said, her face full of disbelief.

“It’s alright,” Marcel said. “You like sucking dick?”

Lauren blushed and chuckled, rolled her eyes and shook her head. But then she tucked her hair behind her ear and lowered her mouth over top the head of Marcel’s prick. It was half-stiff and she had a hard time pointing it at her lips.

The space between Jeff’s legs tightened as he watched her lips touch the tip.

Her tongue flicked out and fluttered around the crown, her eyes darting back and forth like she couldn’t believe what she was doing herself. Then she bent lower, taking the head and an inch of his shaft into her mouth and starting to bob on it.

“Wow, wow, wow!” Marcel said, “Hang on a second!” He put a hand on Lauren’s face and lifted her off his cock, chuckling. “That’s not how you suck a dick,” he explained.

Lauren furrowed her brow and shot him an angry scowl.

He smiled at her and pulled her hand off his cock. “Aw don’t be mad, baby,” he said, shaking his head and waving a hand for her to stand up. “You just need a little instruction.”

Lauren’s nostrils flared.

For a moment Jeff could have sworn she was going to point a finger toward the door and scream at Marcel to get the fuck out.

“Stand up,” Marcel ordered, taking himself in hand, eyes on Lauren’s curvy hips.

To Jeff’s surprise, she snorted, rolled her eyes, but stood up just like Marcel had asked. She crossed her arms over her chest and stared at him, defiant.

Marcel put a toe on the coffee table and pushed it back a few feet. He pointed at the floor, at the space between his legs. Reaching across the couch he grabbed one of the pillows at the corner and threw it on the floor.

Lauren eyed him with a slight suspicion before sinking to her knees.

Marcel stroked himself, smiling and admiring her. “That’s better,” he murmured. “How about you take that top off?” he asked.

Lauren hesitated for a moment.

Jeff’s nerves were jangling but his eyes were riveted on her. He stared at her reflection in the mirror as she hooked her hands under her shirt and pulled it off over her head. The muscles in her back flexed beneath her sports bra.

Marcel flicked a finger and gave his cock a few more jerks. “All the way baby,” he said, indicating the bra should come off as well.

Lauren put her hands under her bra and started to tug. She paused just as the underside of her breasts were revealed, then closed her eyes and pulled the bra all the way off.

Marcel’s mouth cracked into a grin. “Oh baby those are beautiful,” he said. He reached out and cupped the underside of one of her breasts.

Lauren shrank back, suddenly looking shy and scared.

“Hey it’s okay. We’re just playing,” Marcel reassured.

Lauren’s face was burning red. But her nipples were as hard as Jeff had ever seen them. His cock ached for release. He didn’t dare move.

Marcel’s hand moved around the orbs of flesh, lifting one as if testing it’s weight, then letting it fall and palming the other. He thumbed the stiff, pink buds at the tips then leaned forward and drew Lauren closer to himself. Gripping her jaw with his hand he plunged his tongue into her mouth.

She braced herself against his thighs and moaned into his mouth again, louder this time.

Marcel’s jaw moved as his tongue plunged deeper. He fondled her breasts and stroked himself as he kissed her. When he finally pulled away he donned a satisfied smile at having coaxed his new lover out of her shell. “You want to learn to suck good dick?” he asked.

Lauren nodded. Her outrage had seemingly evaporated and her eyes darted to the now-stiff organ standing at attention between Marcel’s legs.

He sank back into the couch, pulling her over his lap. When she tipped her chin forward he put a finger under it and raised it. “Eyes on me. It’s all about the eyes baby. Blowjob’s all about the eyes.”

The words sent a shudder racing down Jeff’s back. Seeing Lauren lock eyes with Marcel made his body tense.

“Good,” Marcel purred. “Now get down there. Get in there and lick my balls baby,” he said. “Can’t ever forget the balls.”

Keeping her eyes obediently locked onto Marcel’s, Lauren sank lower. She reached up and wrapped her tiny hand around his big black club as she tucked her cheeks between his thighs. Her tongue flicked out and glanced along Marcel’s shrivelled sack. She kissed his nut, swiped her tongue over to the other and licked that one.

“Put it in your mouth baby,” Marcel ordered.

Lauren opened her mouth wider and let the testicle roll into it.

Marcel wrapped a meaty paw around her hand and made her stroke him. He worked her into a rhythm then sat back against the couch to enjoy the sensation.

Lauren kept her eyes glued to Marcel’s as she worked his cock with her hand and his nut with her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked it deeper. After a few minutes of this Marcel waved her closer.

She let his sack fall out of her mouth. A long strand of saliva clung to it. She wiped it away with her hand.

“That’s good,” Marcel purred. “You did good. You try that on your hubby when he gets home. He’ll be calling me and thanking me for it tomorrow,” Marcel said, chuckling. “You gonna’ do that for him? You gonna’ suck his nuts just like that?”

Jeff was sure this would break the spell. He was positive hearing Marcel mention her husband would tear her from the magical moment. He was shocked when she nodded in response to the lewd question.

“Good,” Marcel said. “Now let me show you how to suck a man off right. Put your tongue out. Just like that.”

Jeff’s heart was pounding in his chest as he watched Lauren stick her tongue out between Marcel’s legs.

“Now, hey, eyes on me. Eyes right here,” he said, pointing two fingers at his eyes. “That’s right. Now give it a nice long lick like it’s a big stick of ice cream on a hot summer day.”

Jeff’s jaw fell open as Lauren did exactly that. She mashed her tongue against the underside of Marcel’s dark rutting muscle and gave it a sloppy lick all the way to the tip.

“Mmm,” Marcel purred. “That’s better. See how hard you make it?”

Lauren squeezed her hand and her eyes opened a little wider. “It’s so…big,” she whispered.

“Go on and give it another licking,” Marcel ordered.

Lauren eagerly got between his legs and repeated the motion, swiping her tongue to the tip, then swirling it around the head. She flicked her tongue off, a lusty look filling her eyes. “Better?” she whispered.

Marcel nodded. “Much better. Now remember the eyes. That’s the important thing. Get it in your mouth now. That’s it.”

Eyes locked on Marcel Lauren sank down onto his meat. Fully swollen it filled her pretty little mouth and made her cheeks bulge out a little.

Marcel put a hand on the back of her head, dipped her lower, then brought her back up. “Just like that,” he said. “Just the tip like that. You don’t need to be bobbing like a porno cock-whore. Just love it with your mouth is all. Mm-hmm. Feels good. You like the taste?”

Lauren popped off the head of his cock, panting and trying to catch her breath. Her eyes fell from Marcel’s to the club she was holding in her hand. She studied it like she couldn’t believe it had just been in her mouth.

Marcel reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, smiling at the way she was looking at his cock. “You like it?” he asked quietly.

Lauren bit her lip and shook her head. “I didn’t…I didn’t think…”

“Didn’t think you’d like it that much, did you?” Marcel said, chuckling again.

“No,” Lauren whispered, giving her head another shake. Her eyes rose to meet his. “Can we…I mean…can I try to, you know…”

Marcel smiled as he shook his head. “Not tonight baby,” he replied.

Lauren’s wondrous expression took on a sad note. “What? Why not?”

“You just told me you’ve never been black, baby. I can’t just feed you the ‘D.’ Gotta’ break you in first. Show you what your getting into.” He let a silence linger between them.

Lauren, still holding his cock, didn’t know where to look. Each passing second seemed to double her discomfort until she looked like she couldn’t stand it any more. “Well?” she said, her voice tight and impatient. “What are we doing here then?”

Marcel leaned back against the couch and put his hands behind his head, looking pleased with himself at Lauren’s nervous impatience. “I’m gonna’ sit right here while you suck and jerk that dick until it blows,” he explained, his expression growing serious. He tilted his head a little to one side. “You got that?”

Jeff noticed the eagerness with which Lauren nodded. As if grateful for a respite from the awkward silence, she put her lips over Marcel’s cock and started sucking him the way he’d showed her.

“Eyes,” Marcel said, leaning over, reaching around her back and giving her ass a rough smack.

Lauren gasped and made to pull off his cock but as soon as she locked eyes with him again, thought better of it.

Marcel smiled. “That’s better baby. You’ve got it. You’re gonna’ be a champion dick-sucker by the time we’re done. Hubby’s gonna’ like it, too.”

Jeff’s insides tensed at being mentioned.

The blow-job stretched out to what felt like forever. Lauren sucking and slurping on that big cudgel and Marcel sitting back like he was unfazed by any of it. He didn’t warn her before he came. The only visible sign of his orgasm was a tiny twitch of a muscle in his cheek.

Lauren gagged and a gurgling sound came from back of her throat as Marcel’s cock flexed in her hand. Pulling her mouth off the head of his cock she kept it open letting a copious amount of seed drool from it down onto the carpet. She dry-heaved a few times, then emitted a vulgar belch that made a bubble of semen blow out her mouth and pop against her lips.

What was wondrously strange for Jeff, however, was that despite the disgusting finale she continued to pump the head of Marcel’s prick.

It belched and oozed hot seed over her hands and she watched it spewing out of the corner of her eye.

Finally, Marcel sighed.

Lauren slowed, then stopped masturbating but kept her hand wrapped around his cock.

Marcel eyed her with a smile. “You like that?”

Jeff was certain, after what he’d just witnessed, that Lauren would say ‘no.’ His hope of a repeat performance was fading, given the way she’d reacted to Marcel coming in her mouth without asking permission. He was shocked when she nodded in reply to Marcel’s question.

“How come you spit it out?” Marcel asked, looking at the sperm running down her hand.

“I…I wasn’t ready,” Lauren whispered.

“You like the taste though, huh?”

Lauren bit her lip and nodded.

Marcel grinned. “That’s black seed. Tastes sweet. Go on lick it off your hand.”

To Jeff’s disbelief, Lauren lifted the hand to her lips and gave it a long lick with her tongue.

“Show me that tongue,” Marcel demanded.

Lauren opened her mouth to display the come inside.

“Good. Now swallow.”

She closed her mouth. The muscles in her neck flexed. Then, like a good little porn princess, she opened her mouth again and showed Marcel every last drop of what she’d collected, was gone.

Marcel tucked his flagging member into his sweat pants and stood up in front of Lauren. “You got potential, girl,” he said, strutting toward the front door.

Jeff slipped backward into the darkened kitchen.

“Don’t forget to give your husband his surprise,” Marcel said. A moment later the front door slammed shut.

Jeff was beside himself standing in the kitchen. His heart was thundering in his chest. His lungs were burning from him barely being able to breathe. He’d seen it all, every last lewd detail and yet it seemed like the most terrifying thing was still ahead of him.

Stepping into that room and finding Lauren on her knees, her mouth still stained with Marcel’s cum. Just thinking about it felt like it might break him. And yet his feet started shuffling forward on their own. Across the tile floor in the kitchen, into the hallway and finally to the arched entrance to the living room. He stood there supporting himself with one hand on the wall, staring at his defiled wife seated on the pillow on the floor.

She turned to look at him.

He barely recognized the woman he’d come to know so well over the years. Her steady-as-she-goes stare was gone. In it’s place was the wild look of an ingenue who had just had her first taste of the forbidden fruit. She locked eyes with him. “Jeff,” she whispered.

“Lauren,” he said, stumbling forward into the living room. His cock was bulging through his pants. Somewhere in the dark recesses of his mind a voice was screaming Stop! Stop this train! The lust coursing through him muffled it to a whisper. “Lauren,” he said, as if repeating her name would make her real to him again.

She didn’t stand as he approached. She sat on the pillow staring up at him, her cheek and her hand still covered in Marcel’s drying cum. Eyes. She kept her eyes right on his. “I took another man inside my mouth,” she whispered. Only then did her gaze dart away, but only for an instant. A moment of reflection. Perhaps regret? It was impossible to tell as lust returned to her eyes. She hauled herself up onto her knees and shuffled forward towards Jeff.

“You put another man’s cock in your mouth,” Jeff whispered, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Did you like it?” she asked, biting her lip.

Jeff had no idea what to say. The primal hunger churning through his veins made him want to scream a yes! Staring at Marcel’s seed caking on his wife’s cheek, disgusting as it was, made him want to sink to his knees, gaze into her eyes and do the same. “I can’t…I can’t believe you…”

Lauren bit her lip as he hesitated. She kept her eyes on his. Looking up from under her brow she looked like a salacious vixen, ready to seduce her prey. Him. She reached up and undid his zipper, then the button above it.

His pants fell to the floor, cock tenting the white boxers he was wearing.

She pulled those down as well. Slowly, letting his cock bend lower like a spring. As the elastic worked it’s way over the head it jumped to attention. Her eyes lit up at the sight.

The truthful phallus. Engorged by a part of his mind Jeff hadn’t even known was there, it stated in firm flesh what he could not speak.

I fucking loved it you filthy slut.

A smile flickered across Lauren’s lips. When she wrapped her hand around it, her eyes widened. She looked…impressed. “You’re so fucking hard,” she whispered. Without waiting for Jeff to reply she leaned forward and tucked her chin between his legs.

Jeff sucked in a sharp breath as she slurped his left testicle into her mouth and rolled it over her tongue. Her clenched fist drifted up his cock. She rubbed her thumb under the ridge of his glans. A bead of clear pre-cum oozed out the tip.

Jeff had never been as turned on as he was in that moment. Staring at Lauren, feeling her gently tugging on his sack as she sucked it, her fingernail gently scratching the head of his cock. He’d just watched her cheat. He’d just seen his wife cheat on him. And yet all he could think of was how hot it had been to see.

She let his nut fall out of her mouth and pulled the other one in with her tongue. She twisted her hand around the head of his prick.

Jeff groaned as a pulse of hot pleasure shot up his spine.

Lauren pulled away. “He told me to suck your balls. Did you hear him?” she asked, stroking his cock.

Jeff nodded. “I heard…I heard everything,” he said.

“Did you see it all?” Lauren asked.

Jeff nodded again.

“Did you see him…did you see him come in my mouth?”

“Yes,” he whispered.

Lauren shook her head. “Jeff?”

“What is it?”

She bit her lip. Her eyes darted side to side. She looked nervous. She took a breath, as if gathering courage for what she was about to say. “I liked it, Jeff. I liked feeling him…come down my throat.”

Jeff emitted an odd quack as his throat tightened at what she’d said. His cock lurched in her hand.

Lauren raised an eye, perhaps surprised at his reaction. “You like that too?” she asked.

Jeff shook his head. “I don’t even know…it was…it was so dirty.”

The smile flitted across her lips again and she giggled. “I know,” she said, then looked up at him again. Her mouth opened into an “O” shape and she closed her lips around his member.

Jeff, at the very edge of ecstasy, let his head fall back and groaned. He wanted desperately to stretch this moment out. To savour the deliciously dirty exchange. To sear the last half hour into his memory before his orgasm.

Lauren’s mouth and tongue were making that nearly impossible.

She put her fist up against her lips and choked the head of his cock as her tongue flicked at the tip. She pulled off of it with a wet pop and stared at the head, glistening an angry red. “You liked it,” she whispered, like she couldn’t believe it. She looked up at him. “You liked seeing me be that dirty.” She twisted her fist.

The motion pulled a trigger inside Jeff. His cock flexed, the muscles retracting it into him, gathering seed from his heavy sack before it straightened and shot the first squirt of his emission all over Lauren’s face.

She squealed and flinched, the eruption taking her by surprise. But just as quickly she regained her composure. Sticking her tongue out she tipped her head back and jerked Jeff through his orgasm.

Jeff roared as he started at lash after lash of his ejaculate land in strips across Lauren’s pretty face and chin. One from her nose to her hairline. Another across her lips, the strand arcing into her mouth until it snapped along her tongue. His body shook, an earthquake of bliss pushing all of the semen out through his shaft to coat Lauren’s face.

Finally the whiplash end of the orgasm came. It sucked the dopamine and happy juice out of his brain. His cock started to flag. A sinking feeling came with it. It settled on his shoulders making him feel tired and heavy. He let out a tired sigh.

Lauren closed her mouth but kept her eyes on him. Wiping her hands on her thighs, she put a hand on the coffee table and stood up in front of him. Her eyes moved across his expression, searching. “I took another man into my mouth,” she whispered.

Jeff nodded. “I know. I saw it. Why…why today? Weren’t we…I thought…”

Lauren shrugged. “I just felt like we needed to jump into the deep end. You know, to see if we could swim.”

For some reason this made him chortle. The laugh came from a dark place. A twisted place deep inside his belly. But he didn’t resent her for it. It was like having someone stab you in the gut and then asking if you could please have another one.

“Having second thoughts?” Lauren asked, still watching him.

Jeff shook his head. “You?” he asked.

Her lips parted and she paused.

The moment of silence was excruciating.

“No,” she finally said.

“What was that?” Jeff asked.

“What?”

“What were you thinking about just then?”

One corner of her mouth turned up in a smile. “That my face is covered in cum and I should probably go shower.”

Jeff nodded and stepped to the side to let her pass. He turned and watched her walk toward the stairs.

She turned at the foot of them. “Hey. You think you can get it up again? I’m really fucking wet.”

His recently deflated cock throbbed to life again.

Lauren smiled. “Good. See you upstairs.”

“I can’t believe you did that.”

“I can’t believe it either.”

Jeff watched Lauren as she stared up at the ceiling of their bedroom. He felt as close to her as he ever had. She felt…distant. “Are you okay?” he whispered.

She turned to face him, rolling onto her side, tucking her hands under her head on the pillow. “I…I am,” she replied.

Questions tumbled through his mind. He picked through them, trying to choose the right one. “You liked it?” he asked.

She waited a moment before answering. “I liked it.” She gazed into his eyes. “Did you?” she whispered.

It was his turn to pause. He stared at her, the shape of her face seeming to change before his very eyes, morphing into a woman he didn’t know. “I…I did,” he replied. The admission felt good but wrong, somehow. How could he like it? How could he like watching as his wife violated the solemn vow they’d made so many years ago?

But he did. It brought him pleasure. It made him hard. And most of all it made him happy that it had made her feel good. He rolled onto her, pressed a hand between her thighs and felt the wet there. “Holy shit,” he whispered. “You’re soaking wet.” His eyes went wide. Sucking off a stranger in their living room had left her drenched.

She arched her back as he slid his finger up the line of her pussy.

He parted her lips and slipped one into her tight hole. He was hard again. Iron-hard, his cock hadn’t felt like that in years.

She moaned as he fucked his finger into her snatch. The muscles in her pussy choked his digit.

He surrendered to the blistering heat swelling between them. Pulling himself out of her, her brought the finger up to her lips. His mouth fell open in shock as she opened hers and let him press it against her tongue. She sucked her own slick off of it.

Jeff mounted her, splaying her thighs with his knee and squeezing himself between them until the tip of his erect prick kissed her entrance.

Lauren’s eyes shot open as he started to slide into her. “You’re so fucking hard,” she whimpered.

The sound made his muscle flex. Jerking his thighs forward he buried his prick inside her to the root.

Her legs drifted up until he could see her feet swaying above him, her body begging him to drive deeper still. He did. He grunted as he tried to jab his organ as deep into her as it could get.

Lauren wrapped her arms around his back and dug her nails into his skin. She lifted her head, pressed it against his chest and bit his pec.

The way pain sliced through his pleasure only urged him on. Drawing himself out, he thrust in again, shaking the bed. “You sucked another man’s dick,” he seethed.

Lauren grabbed the back of his neck with one hand and gazed into his soul. “And you liked it,” she said.

The words made him buck into her again. And again as she wrapped her legs around his trunk.

She liked it.

She liked it.

The words rang over and over in his mind. She fucking liked it. She liked taking that big, black piece of man-meat into her mouth and sucking the cum out of it. His insides twisted and his cock went even more rigid.

Lauren moaned as she felt him harden inside her. She mashed her head back against the pillow, back arching, the friction of her tight insides increasing on his prick.

He gazed down between them, watching as his cock thrust in and out of her and wondering what it would be like to see another man doing the same thing. To see Marcel’s hard dick stabbing into her instead of his. When he looked up at her again he found her staring at the same thing. Was she thinking of it too? Was she imagining what it would be like having sex with Marcel?

It made him light-headed and a little dizzy. But his climax was roaring at him like a freight train.

Lauren moaned again. Her body tensed beneath him. She was close, he could tell. He jabbed harder, spearing his cock deep into her channel.

She sucked in a breath. Her pussy squeezed. Then she shrieked. A banshee’s wail as she convulsed under him.

Jeff winced as his own switch was tripped. A deluge of ejaculate shot through his shaft, hot and stinging as it burst out the head of his cock and coated Lauren’s insides. His mind sank down between his legs, then between hers. Imagining his semen splashing into her, spraying across those fertile, unprotected walls.

It was only when the waves of pleasure waned that he felt the slightest pang of regret. Not at anything that had happened but at the minor surgery he’d undergone so Lauren could be rid of the hassle of birth control. The vasectomy had been his decision. But now, thinking of his essence shooting into her robbed of the genetic load that would make her belly swell again, made him deflate a little.

Lauren was sweating when he rolled off of her. She put an arm up onto her forehead and gulped air, trying to catch her breath. “Holy shit,” she said softly.

Jeff didn’t reply. He stared at her, her features still shifting in his eyes, changing into a far more erotic version of Lauren than he’d ever known. There was something…dangerous in the way they did.

“You okay?” she asked, sensing his stare and turning to look at him.

He leaned forward and kissed her. Maybe he’d share his tiny regret with her one day. It was pretty intimate. For the time being he’d ride this roller coaster and keep it to himself. “I’m amazing. You’re amazing.”

She let out a little chuckle. “Wow,” she said, shaking her head. “If I’d only known.”

Then what? he wanted to ask, but didn’t. If she’d only known would she have taken a lover sooner? Would this have become a thing years ago?

Lauren let out a loud sigh and closed her eyes. “I should go take a shower.”

Jeff wrapped an arm around her, rolled her so she was facing away from him and peppered her shoulders with kisses. “Don’t. I want you here. Just stay.”

Normally she would have insisted. Sex was always followed by a shower. This time she didn’t. “Let me just go pee. Then you can have me back,” she said.

He watched her dance across the floor to the en-suite. Her bouncing ass drew his attention. A moment before she disappeared into the toilet he caught a glimpse of his ejaculate running down the inside of her thigh.

When she returned she curled up and nestled her back against his chest.

He reached over her and turned out the light and kissed her on the back again. He put his head on the pillow and closed his eyes. But his mind was too busy. He decided to risk another question before trying to fall asleep. “You going to do it again? Tomorrow?”

She chuckled but kept her eyes closed. “I guess that depends on how Marcel feels,” she said.

He fell asleep wondering if Marcel was going to be calling the shots in their love life for the next little while.

“Mr. Reynolds!”

Marcel’s voice coming from behind the desk made Jeff turn and shoot a tight smile in his direction. “Hey Marcel,” he replied, his voice sounding like a croak. He looked at the man who’d sat on his couch the night before and given his wife a master class in sucking dick.

He’d worried from the moment he woke up what it would be like seeing Marcel that morning. Marcel, of course, had no idea he was Lauren’s husband. In his mind he’d just been blown by some faceless dudes wife. Would he have done it if he’d known she was Jeff’s?

“Glad to see you here again,” he said as Jeff walked toward the change rooms.

Jeff looked at him, puzzled by what he’d said. “How’s that?” he asked.

Marcel shrugged. “It’s usually a week or two in that the new year’s crowd starts to fall off one by one. But it’s like I told Lauren yesterday, I can tell your in for the long haul.” He grinned.

Jeff flashed another smile then hit the change room. He emerged in his shorts and t-shirt and hit the treadmill for a few minutes before moving onto the machines. He was in the middle of his leg workout when Lauren sauntered in.

The way she smiled at him made his heart squeeze. A friendly nice-to-see-you-again sort of smile that the newest employee at Main Street Fitness was giving a customer. Not the slightly tired kind he got from her after coming home after a long day. It was exciting. Like they were strangers again.

Then he saw Marcel look at her and couldn’t tear his eyes away from the man. He nodded at Lauren, then tilted his chin up in a “hello.”

Suddenly her confident stride changed. Her eyes fluttered lower and she tucked her chin toward her chest. The shy response of a slightly embarrassed woman to her confident new lover.

His chest fluttered as she watched her walk behind the counter. He tried to tear his gaze away but when he saw Marcel’s hand fall behind the counter and reach toward Lauren’s ass he couldn’t help but stare.

Lauren’s cheeks flushed red but she didn’t back away. She let herself be pulled closer.

Marcel whispered something in her ear before letting her go.

When Lauren’s eyes widened Jeff knew it had been something lewd. His resolve to play it cool snapped in two. He pulled his phone out of his pants pocket, still doing leg presses and tapped out a text to his wife.

What did he just say?

It was dangerous. If she saw it was from him and opened it there was a good chance Marcel would get a peek at it. He seemed like a smart guy. How long would it take him to put two and two together? Then what would happen? Would their little adventure end?

But Jeff couldn’t stand not knowing, given Lauren’s reaction. At worst she’d reply later and he wouldn’t have to spend the whole day wondering what had passed between them.

Marcel turned and walked into the back room.

Lauren pulled her phone from her back pocket and swiped at the screen with her thumb. A smile blossomed on her lips as she read his text. She glanced up at him and winked.

He wants me in the back.

Jeff’s jaw fell as he read the text. He looked up but Lauren was typing something on the computer terminal, deliberately not looking at him. Was she serious? Had Marcel really suggested a rendezvous in the back office? Pausing his workout he watched as Lauren finished what she was doing on the computer, then turned and walked into the back office, his heart pounding in his chest.

Looking around the gym he realized he was the only one there. Surely Marcel wouldn’t take the chance of being discovered if another gym member were to stroll in during their tryst. The door to the office was still open and anyone walking past the desk could see at least partially inside.

He sat riveted to the leg press, watching the office door and wrestling with whether to get up and tiptoe over to chance a look inside. The weight of the decision was lifted off his sagging shoulders as Lauren emerged a minute later.

She glanced at him and winked again, then pulled her phone out of her pocket and started tapping on it with her thumbs.

You want to know?

Jeff nearly dropped his phone typing out his reply.

Yes. God Yes.

Lauren smiled as she read his text.

He wants to go out for a drink after work. That cool?

Jeff was sweating but not from his workout. He had to wipe his hands before texting her back.

Sure.

It looked so confident on the screen. Just a single, cool word. Like thinking of Lauren going on a date with her new lover was no big deal.

I’ll see you at home. Love you.

Those last two words made it feel like his heart had cracked. Love you. He didn’t have the strength to finish his workout. His energy was sapped and he still had the whole day to get through. Grabbing his towel and wiping down the leg press, he made his way toward the desk and the door to the change rooms.

Lauren shot him another friendly smile as he walked by.

Marcel emerged from the back office. “Hey Jeff!” he called out.

Jeff stopped and put on the friendliest expression he could muster. “Hey Marcel,” he said, leaning against the desk and keeping his eyes firmly on Marcel and off of Lauren.

“How’s the workout treating you? You ready to step up your game?” Marcel asked.

“Uh…whatever you think is best. I’m still pretty bushed by the time I get through the whole thing.”

Marcel nodded. “Alright you keep at it then.” He turned to Lauren. “Lauren can you get Mr. Reynolds a fresh towel for his shower?” he asked.

Lauren looked tickled by their little deception and at hearing Marcel call him Mr. Reynolds. “Sure thing!” she said, playing the bubbly gym assistant Jeff knew her not to be. She skipped into the back room to pull a towel off the rack on the wall.

Marcel leaned over the desk. “So I was wondering, you like cards?”

“Cards?” Jeff asked, puzzled by the question.

Marcel smiled. “Poker,” he clarified.

Jeff hated games of chance. “Not really, no,” he replied.

Marcel nodded. “That’s too bad,” he said. “Me and my boys do a once a month thing. Small stakes. Just some guys having fun.”

Jeff found it strange. Marcel was friendly enough but it seemed weird, the manager at the gym asking one of his customers to a poker game.

“You losing?”

Jeff furrowed his brow at the question.

“On the scale, I mean,” he said, glancing at Jeff’s belly.

“Oh, right. Yeah. Yeah I am, actually. Down a pound since last week.”

Marcel nodded. “I can tell. Pretty amazing how just a pound or two can change your shape. You’ll be down to where you need to be in not time if you keep this up.”

Jeff appreciated the words of encouragement. They gave him a funny feeling, though. It was weird knowing Marcel could be so kind then turn around and sleep with another man’s wife without a care in the world. It wasn’t the sort of man Jeff could ever be. “Thanks, Marcel. That’s nice to hear,” he said.

“Sure thing. Listen, you ever change your mind about the poker you’ve got an open invitation.”

Jeff nodded. “Cool. Sure thing,” he said.

Lauren came out carrying his towel. She handed it to him and turned back to the computer.

Jeff muttered a “thanks,” before turning and walking back into the change room.

Lauren’s shift ended at four in the afternoon and Jeff spent the day mentally wringing his hands about her date. It wasn’t that he didn’t want her to go. It was the not knowing what would happen next, or that she would hook up with Marcel without him there that was excruciating.

When four o’clock rolled around he kept checking his phone, desperate for a text from her that would update him on what was going on. Relief flooded through him when it finally came.

Headed to Baladego’s for that drink. Are we cool?

Jeff took a deep breath to calm himself before writing his reply.

We’re cool. Have fun.

L: How much fun is okay? ;)

The question shook him. This was it. She was asking for his permission. Would she sleep with Marcel if it came to that? More importantly, Jeff wondered if he could handle it if she did?

J: What are you thinking?

It was a few minutes before her reply came.

L: That’s up to you. You good if I…go all the way?

It twisted through Jeff in a delicious way. Knowing this might be it, that this might be the day Lauren takes another man inside herself, was intensely thrilling.

J: I’m good.

L: Love you.

J: I love you too sweetheart.

Then the waiting began.

It was nine at night when the front door opened.

Jeff didn’t leap up off the couch. He sat there in the darkness waiting for Lauren to step into view, his heart hammering inside his chest. When she did, it skipped a beat.

She was no longer wearing her tights and t-shirt from the gym. She’d changed into a skirt he hadn’t seen on her in years and a blazer with a white blouse underneath. She looked at him and set her clutch down on the little table where they kept their keys.

Jeff stood and crossed the living room, staring at her face and trying to make out whether she looked different again. Whether she’d gone through with it and whether it had changed her. He couldn’t tell. He came up and put his hands on her arms and stared into her eyes.

She returned his gaze, a faint smile on her lips.

“How was your night?” Jeff asked in a whisper.

“I had sex with him.”

Jeff felt as if his whole body swelled at her admission. Filled with a throbbing excitement, tinged with a sense of loss the source of which he couldn’t quite place. “Oh god,” he said softly.

The smile faded from her expression. She shrugged one of his hands off her arm and held it in hers. “Are you okay?”

Jeff nodded. His throat was tight but he couldn’t tell why. It wasn’t sadness but it wasn’t joy, either.

Lauren nodded back at him. “You want to hear about it?” she asked.

Jeff nodded again.

Lauren turned and led him toward the stairs.

Jeff’s nostrils flared at the scent that lingered behind her. Sweat and effort and…sex. His cock started to harden as they walked up to the bedroom.

Lauren turned and kissed him gently on the lips. “What do you want to know?” she asked.

“Everything.” It felt like he had to squeeze the word out of his chest.

Lauren smiled at this. She lowered her eyes to his chest and ran a hand down the front of his shirt. “We had a few drinks,” she said.

Jeff bit his lip and nodded as her hand drifted toward his belt. His cock was bulging in his pants.

Lauren undid the buckle of his belt. “Then he told me we were going to his place.”

“Told you?” Jeff asked, wondering what the wording meant.

Lauren’s smile widened. “Yeah. He’s not the kind of guy that asks questions.” She shrugged the blazer off her shoulders. It fell to the floor and she reached up and started undoing the buttons of her blouse.

Jeff watched as inch after inch of her soft skin was revealed, his erection growing.

“We had a few more drinks,” Lauren whispered as she peeled the blouse away. “He started kissing me. Hard. Then he made me go down on him again.”

Jeff was breathing hard as he listened to Lauren recount her adventure. The edges of his vision got fuzzy, tunnelling on his beautiful wife and waiting for each next word she was going to speak.

“Then he…he made me lie on my back on the couch. He got between my legs. He didn’t take my skirt off, just pulled my underwear off to one side.” Her eyes rose to meet his. “He put his hand on me. Then he…he went into me, Jeff,” she said softly.

“Oh god,” Jeff said, his voice nearly a moan. A sudden terror seized him. “Lauren?” he said, sounding choked.

“What is it?” she asked.

“Were you safe?”

She nodded. “He used a condom.”

A fresh wave of relief rolled over him. It carried an unexpected feeling beneath it. Regret. Regret? At what? At his wife not having unprotected sex with another man? That was crazy.

“He didn’t want to but I made him,” Lauren admitted.

Jeff put a hand behind her neck and kissed her forehead.

Lauren shimmied out of her skirt and underwear. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. It fell away revealing her soft, round breasts.

Jeff couldn’t remember if he’d ever seen her like this. Unabashed. Unashamed. Suddenly unencumbered by embarrassment as she stood naked in front of him. It was a bold new Lauren he was witnessing. He loved it. It shocked him when she stepped back and took a seat on the bed, spreading her legs and bringing her hand to her pussy. She spread her lips with two fingers, then found her clit and spun a circle around it with a third, staring up at Jeff the whole time. “You like it?” she asked.

Jeff stared, unable to tear his eyes away. “I love it.”

“Then get down here. I want to feel you inside me,” she ordered.

He undid the buttons on his shirt and unzipped his pants. Stepped out of them and the boxers he was wearing.

Lauren was supporting herself with a hand on the bed behind her, playing with her pussy, the lips slick with wetness.

Jeff’s cock throbbed. He longed to feel the inside of her again. But a strange desire gripped him. He was so turned on he wasn’t sure how long things were going to last and he wanted to make sure he satisfied his wife. He sank to his knees in front of her.

Lauren’s eyes popped open wider as he leaned forward and kissed the inside of her thigh. “Jeff,” she said quietly. “I haven’t showered.”

He looked up into her eyes. “I don’t care. I want this,” he whispered. It was dirty. Nasty, even. Somehow that made it more alluring. “Did he make you come?” he asked, staring at Lauren’s fingers playing with her pussy.

She nodded down at him.

“More than once?”

She nodded again.

He thought of Marcel bringing his wife to orgasm after orgasm. His cock throbbed between his legs. “You…you liked it?”

She bit her lip and nodded, tilting her head and cupping his cheek with her hand.

“Oh shit, Lauren,” he groaned, gripping his cock because he couldn’t stand not touching himself. “Oh god that’s so hot.” He leaned closer and breathed in the scent between her legs. Stale slick and sweat and latex. Another man had been inside her. Another man had made her come. She was doing all these dirty things and all for him.

She shuddered as his tongue pressed against the lips of her sex.

He swiped it up in a line, then slipped her clit between his lips and rolled his tongue around it.

Her toes scratched at the carpet on either side of his knees.

Letting go of her with his mouth, he looked up into her eyes. “I want to see it.”

“You want to see it?” she asked, looking puzzled.

“I want to see you fuck him.”

Her eyes wandered away from his. “I don’t know how we’d…”

“Bring him here again. Bring him here and tell him I’m working late. I don’t know. We’ll find a way. Promise me. Promise me? Promise me we’ll find a way?” He was perilously close to begging.

She gave a slow nod. “Okay. We’ll find a way.”

“Promise,” he insisted.

“I promise.”

He buried his face in her pussy and started to lick her again. Reaching up he pressed a finger through her hot folds and worked it into her.

She sucked in air and her body tensed.

He could smell and taste the sex she’d had. It was all over the insides of her thighs and her pussy. It wafted out of her as he stretched her with his fingers. The scent of another man claiming her. His cock went rigid.

He clambered up and onto her.

Lauren raised her legs into the air, welcoming him into herself.

He pressed in slowly, savouring the sensation of her sex splitting open and letting him in. Did she feel…looser? Had Marcel stretched her? He couldn’t tell. An anguish gripped him at having missed that first coupling. God how he wanted to go back in time and find a way to watch. But she’d do it again. He’d make sure of it. He’d make her do it here, in their bedroom while he hid in the closet or something. “Tell me how he fucked you,” he said, breathless.

Lauren grabbed his neck, her body curling beneath him as he buried himself into her to the hilt. “I can’t believe how hard this makes you,” she said.

“Tell me how he fucked you,” he repeated.

She pressed her cheek against his as he began to thrust into her. Slow strokes to keep himself from spilling.

He’d meant to make her climax but he couldn’t help himself. He needed the inside of her more than anything.

“He fucked…he fucked me really hard,” she confessed.

Jeff groaned.

Lauren let out a sigh as she felt his cock harden inside her tightness. “He fucked me hard and fast. He’s…he’s an animal in bed.”

Jeff started thrusting harder, unable to contain himself.

Lauren let out a whimper but she held onto him, her breasts swaying, nipples brushing against his chest. “He fucked me so hard, Jeff,” she said. “I thought he was going to fucking break me.”

“Oh god,” Jeff groaned. “And you liked it? You liked getting fucked that hard?”

She didn’t answer right away. After a few seconds of silence Jeff pulled his cheek away from hers to look into her eyes. They were darting from side to side, as if she couldn’t bring herself to look at him.

“Tell me. Please tell me,” he said, driving his cock into her so hard the mattress started slamming against the wall.

Finally she looked at him.

His heart seized as a single tear rolled down her cheek. She bit her lip. “It was…it felt amazing,” she admitted.

Again his cock swelled and hardened. He groaned and put a hand behind her head.

“I didn’t mean to…” she started.

“I love you,” Jeff said.

“I love you,” she echoed.

“Of fuck I’m gonna…”

She grabbed him and pulled him into a kiss. “Do it. Do it inside me. Fuck your cum into me.”

That strange regret welled up from the pulsing heat between his legs. He would do it. He would fuck his whole load into her.

But there it was again. The knowledge that it was empty. Full of blanks. The mechanism of delivery was the same. It looked the same. It smelled the same. But it was missing the component necessary to join with Lauren’s egg and replicate.

That seared through him in a blistering heat.

“Do it,” Lauren growled.

He did. His cock jumped inside her. Muscles twitching, it drew on the load that had pooled between his legs. Propelling it through his shaft, it spat it out the other end into Lauren’s receptacle.

Jeff groaned as he strained through one of the most excruciating orgasms he’d ever had. His body and mind folded in on itself, focusing on the muscle pumping furiously into Lauren. When the first wave passed a second came, swallowing him, drowning out all noise and sucking all of his attention into it.

Then it released him. His eyes shot open just as the tail end of the climax washed over him. He stared at Lauren watching him. Her gaze was pointed and intense. She looked as beautiful as ever but now she carried this new power. A sexuality awakened that drove him crazy and made him want her every second of the day.

He leaned forward and kissed her.

She returned the kiss, still holding onto his neck and letting her calves glide along his thighs.

They stayed locked like that for minutes. Finally Jeff eased his wilting member from her. He glanced down to see a trickle of his deposit leak out of her slit. Jeff crawled up onto the bed, Lauren shuffling up with him. They tucked themselves beneath the covers, arms wrapped around each other.

A profound stillness came over Jeff. His mind finally freed from the nagging distraction of wondering what Lauren was doing, he let himself drift toward sleep. Her voice dragged him back into the room.

“Jeff?” she asked.

“What is it?”

She didn’t answer for long enough it made him open his eyes and look at her. She looked…worried.

“Baby? What is it? Are you okay?” he asked.

She nodded.

“Then what?”

“I think…I think we have to tell him.”

She’d been right in everything she said.

It’s not fair to him.

He deserves to know.

We’re being deceptive.

It was all true. In a way they’d used Marcel and he felt bad about that.

Still, he couldn’t help thinking and re-thinking it in the car on the way to the gym. Couldn’t help wondering what Marcel would say when he found out. Would he be furious? Surely not. No harm had come from it. Hell, he’d gotten a blowjob and an evening of hot sex with Lauren out of it. Why would he be furious?

He sat in the parking lot of Main Street Gym for almost fifteen minutes before gathering the courage to go inside. He finally managed to collect himself and trudge through the icy air to the front door and step inside.

There was Marcel. Clacking away at the keyboard typing something into a spreadsheet. A quick glance around the place revealed Jeff was the only one there. This brought relief.

Marcel looked up at him and grinned. “Mr. Reynolds!” he said.

Jeff forced a smile as he walked up to the desk. “Hey Marcel. Seriously, call me Jeff.”

Marcel shot him a funny look but nodded. “Alright. Sure thing,” he replied. “How’s your bench press? Add any more weight? Cause it looks like you lost some more around your middle. Good progress for two weeks in.”

Jeff flashed another weak smile. “Thanks Marcel. I appreciate it.”

Marcel nodded at his reply.

“Hey…I need to…I need to talk to you,” Jeff said, his voice a little tight.

Marcel looked up at him and furrowed his brow, looking a little worried. “Everything alright?” he asked.

Jeff glanced at the front door, then toward the door to the back office. “Yeah, no, everything’s fine. You mind if we go in there?” he asked.

Marcel looked over his shoulder toward the sign that read “employees only” on the door.

For a moment Jeff thought he’d tell him they’d have to stay out here, out at the front desk where anyone could walk in at the most awkward moments of the conversation he was about to start. “Yeah sure. No problem,” he finally said, waving a hand toward the back room door to invite Jeff in.

Jeff left his gym bag by the counter and walked into the back. His hands were sweating. When he turned around Marcel was standing by the door with his arms folded across his chest.

“What’s up?” Marcel asked.

How to begin? He’d rehearsed a few opening lines. Now, standing there and staring at the imposing gym manager, they all escaped him. “I’ve got a confession to make,” he finally said.

“Okay,” Marcel said, sounding like it was anything but.

Jeff let out a sigh and lowered his eyes to the ground, steeling himself for what he was about to reveal. He could still back out, tell Marcel it was nothing and that he’d changed his mind. Leave that gym and never come back. Maybe tell Lauren to quit.

But where would that get him? The tickling ache had already started again between his legs. Just thinking of watching Marcel take Lauren while he watched them was like a drug he couldn’t resist. It propelled him forward, regardless of the consequences. He looked up and met Marcel’s now darkened expression. “Lauren Reynolds is…”

Marcel raised one eyebrow. Then the other went up, as if he was already putting two and two together. Did he remember his last name was Reynolds, too?

“Lauren Reynolds is my wife.”

The sentence sucked the air out of the room.

Marcel didn’t budge. Didn’t twitch. Just stood there staring, waiting for Jeff to make the next move.

It tipped Jeff off balance a little. He’d thought of a million ways to start the conversation but his imagination had failed him when it came to Marcel’s reaction. “I…” he muttered, desperate to fill the silence between them.

“She’s your wife,” Marcel stated.

Jeff nodded slowly. “She is.”

Marcel let another silence stretch out before speaking again. He rubbed a hand across his mouth and looked up at the ceiling, shaking his head. “So what? You want to file a complaint? That where this is going?” he asked.

Jeff shook his head. “No. No, no. Nothing like that.” He glanced at Marcel. While the man didn’t look visibly relieved, it seemed like some of the tension had left his shoulders. “I wanted to apologize,” Jeff said.

Marcel raised an eyebrow again. “Apologize? For what?”

Jeff glanced around the room. To the desk in the corner, to the fridge and the microwave standing next to it on the counter. “We should have…we should have told you we were doing this.”

Marcel put his hands on his hips. “Told me you were doing what?” he asked.

“We should have…I should have told you. I wanted this. I wanted you to sleep with Lauren.”

Marcel eyed him, his expression stoic.

Jeff met his stare, determined to face whatever was coming head on.

Marcel turned, put a hand on the office door and swung it shut. When he turned back to look at Jeff his expression had softened. One corner of his mouth was turned up in what looked like the beginnings of a smile. “You’re just a dirty dog aren’t you Mr. Reynolds?” A slow chuckle rolled out of him.

Jeff let out the breath he’d been holding and started to laugh as well. “Yeah,” he muttered, looking down at the ground. “I guess I am.”

Marcel took three steps toward him and slapped a hand on his shoulder, laughing harder. “Shit,” he said on an exhale. “Shit, shit, shit. For a few seconds there I thought…shit. I fucking though I was in deep shit.”

Jeff shook his head. “That’s not…it’s not what I meant,” he explained.

Marcel threw his head back and let out a “hoo-eee!” He stepped back, clapped his hands together and rubbed them, then swiped the back of one along his forehead. “Glad I didn’t have my second coffee yet. You scared the shit out of me.”

Jeff laughed again, for whatever reason, and shook his head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I didn’t know how else to say it.”

Marcel rubbed the tears of laughter out of the corners of his eyes. “Alright,” he said. “Alright. It’s okay. I’m alright. You okay?”

“I’m fine,” Jeff said.

Marcel let out another heavy breath. “Mr. Reynolds. Jeff.” He sniffed. “You should have just told me, man. I don’t mind helping a brother out.” He clapped his hand on Jeff’s shoulder again.

“I know. That’s why Lauren made me come in. I’m sorry again. About all of this. I should have. I should have just told you.”

“So you’re not mad then? Not even a little bit?”

Jeff shook his head. “Not mad. Relieved now. You?”

“I’m good. I’m all good,” Marcel replied.

They both chuckled some more. Silence filled the office again, ratcheting up the tension between them.

“So?” Marcel finally said.

“So?” Jeff echoed.

“What’s next?”

Jeff rubbed the back of his neck and looked down at the floor. “I…” He held a breath, then sighed as he locked eyes with Marcel. “I want to see it.”

“You want to see it?” Marcel asked, sounding a little incredulous.

Jeff’s cheeks flared red. “I want to see it,” he repeated.

“Like you want to see me…and Lauren…make it?” Marcel asked, chuckling again.

“I do,” Jeff answered.

Marcel nodded, staring at Jeff. He leaned forward.

Jeff flinched, slightly intimidated by Marcel’s closeness.

“Dog,” Marcel said, his voice low. “You should have just asked, man. You want to see it? Anything can be arranged, my friend.”

Jeff sighed a final time in relief even as lust began to churn between his legs.

“Come on man,” Marcel said, taking his hand off Jeff’s shoulder and turning to open the door. “Get your workout started. No reason you need to give up on yourself because of this. You hear me? Get out there.”

Jeff nodded and walked out the door. His heart seized as he laid eyes on Lauren standing behind the counter.

Her eyes were wide with worry.

“It’s all good,” he whispered as he walked past her. “It’s okay. He took it alright.”

“I’d say I took it great,” Marcel said from behind him.

Jeff couldn’t resist a smile.

Lauren closed her eyes and sighed. She grabbed Jeff’s wrist as he was walking by. “Thank-you,” she whispered.

Jeff stared into her eyes. “You were right. It was the right thing to do.”

It was a week before Marcel agreed to come over. Said he needed some time to sort through his shit.

Jeff couldn’t blame him. In a way it was good. It gave a slight reprieve from the tensions that had been escalating between him and Lauren. A chance to ground themselves in this new reality they were living.

It was the following Friday, a bitterly cold January evening, that she got a text from Marcel.

Jeff was in the kitchen making carbonarra when she walked up beside him holding her phone in her hand. He turned to her and knew immediately what she was about to say. He set the wooden spoon down on the plate next to the stove top and turned to face her. “Is it him?” he asked.

She nodded. “It’s him. He wants to come over tonight. If that’s okay.”

“Is it?” he asked.

She smiled as she stared up at him. “You tell me.”

Jeff nodded. He reached a hand around her back and pulled her in close to him. Leaning forward he kissed her gently on the lips. “I want this,” he whispered.

Her smile widened as he pulled away. “Okay. You’ve got it then.” She tapped out a reply on her phone. A few moments later it dinged. She checked the message and turned her eyes up to look at Jeff again. “He‘ll be here in an hour.”

“Okay,” Jeff said, a little breathless. He could already feel the excitement forming between his legs. “Okay,” he repeated in a whisper.

“I’m going to go get changed,” Lauren said.

Jeff glanced at the pasta he’d been preparing. It was almost ready. “You don’t want dinner?” he asked.

“I think…maybe later? I don’t want to be, you know, too full.”

Jeff smirked. “Yeah. Okay. Sure. I get it.” He watched Lauren step away, then turn and head for the stairs. He turned off the burner and leaned back against the counter, folding his arms across his chest.

His heart had started beating harder. He felt the need to calm himself. To be in control of whatever emotions would come from what he was about to see. Turning, he unscrewed the cap off the bottle of red he’d pulled out to go with dinner and poured himself a glass.

He downed the drink too quickly but it quieted his nerves. He decided against another one and instead, went upstairs to check if Lauren was okay. He paused just before the bathroom door, peering in to see her reflection in the mirror.

She looked stunning.

She’d put on a tight black dress and heels. She’d painted her lips a cherry red and put on mascara that made her lashes look even longer than they normally did. A far cry from the gym bunny she’d become at her new job.

Jeff was just about to push the door open, step behind her and kiss her neck when the doorbell rang downstairs. He saw Lauren stiffen.

She glanced at the gap between the door in the frame. Their eyes met.

The glint of excitement and mischief in her eye melted his heart. She looked angelic and wicked all at once. “You want to get it?” she asked in a whisper.

Jeff didn’t respond. He slipped out of the room and padded down the stairs, his heart beating harder again as he approached the front door. When he opened it Marcel was standing on the other side wearing black jeans, a black t-shirt and a black leather jacket over top of it.

A blast of cold air whooshed into the house.

“Uh, come in. Come in. You must be freezing,” he said, stepping to one side to let Marcel in.

“I’m alright,” Marcel said. He reached out a hand and gripped Jeff’s, pumping it up and down in a greeting. “Nice and warm in here,” he said, looking around the place.

“Can I take your jacket?” Jeff asked.

Marcel shrugged it off his shoulders and handed it to Jeff.

Jeff hung it on the rack standing by the door and turned to face Marcel. He wrung his palms together, trying to rub the sweat away. “Can I get you a drink?” he asked.

“I’ll have a soda if you’ve got it,” he said.

Jeff furrowed his brow. “You sure you don’t want something stronger?”

Marcel reached into his pocket and pulled out a small case. Snapping it open he brought out what looked at first to be a cigarette but which Jeff quickly realized was a joint. “I try not to use alcohol,” Marcel explained. “You mind if I have a huff? Or I can take it outside.”

Unprepared for the request, Jeff stuttered at first. “Uh…no, I mean, sure. Of course. No problem. Let me get you something to ash into,” he said. He walked into the kitchen and pulled an empty can of tomatoes out of the recycling bin. He turned around to find Marcel had followed him in.

Marcel pulled a lighter out of the pocket of his jeans and lit up. He took a long drag, held the smoke in his lungs, then let it out in a slow exhale. It billowed up toward the light on the ceiling. “You giving up?” he asked.

Jeff cocked his head. “Giving up?” he asked.

“On Main Street? Haven’t seen you in over a week. Didn’t think you were going to bail.”

Jeff shook his head. “No. I’m not bailing. I’ve been working out here. Push ups and stuff. I needed…I needed…”

“Hey,” Marcel said, holding up a hand. “It’s okay. I get it. You should come back in though. You were making real progress there.”

“I will,” Jeff reassured. “For sure I will.”

The clack of heels on tile in the hallway drew both of their attention.

Marcel turned and Jeff looked over his shoulder to see Lauren standing with her hands on her hips. She’d curled her hair and put it up. She looked delicious.

“Well, well, well,” Marcel said, chuckling. He took another puff of his joint. “You look amazing.” He glanced over his shoulder at Jeff. “If I do say so myself?”

Jeff raised a hand and shook his head. It was hard to tear his eyes away from Lauren and look at Marcel but he did. “Just…just pretend I’m not here.”

Marcel paused for a moment, then shrugged. He took another puff then went to butt out in the can.

“Hold on a sec’” Lauren said, walking into the kitchen and toward them. “Let me have a little bit of that.”

Jeff watched as Lauren took a tentative puff of the joint. His eyes darted to Marcel who was admiring Lauren’s lithe frame, smiling and most likely anticipating what was to come.

A cough sputtered out of Lauren and she handed the joint back to Marcel, who put it out in the can. Her eyes darted over Marcel’s shoulder, to Jeff’s. “So, uh…how do we do this?” she asked, her voice a little shaky.

Marcel straightened, put a hand behind her back and pulled her into his chest. “Boss says we just do our thing.”

Lauren glanced at Jeff again.

He gave her a single nod.

She disappeared behind Marcel’s thick frame as he leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers in a kiss.

Jeff felt like he was rooted to the ground, eyes widening as he watched the situation he’d been fantasizing about for weeks unfold. He stepped sideways, shuffling along the edge of the counter as he stared at Marcel probing Lauren’s mouth with his tongue. His cock began to inflate.

Marcel put one hand behind Lauren’s neck, tilting his head, tongue flicking out and licking her lips. His other hand drifted up and settled beneath her breast, cupping it in his palm.

Jeff’s blood started to boil. A hot cocktail of jealous lust pulsed up from in between his legs. It was the strangest thing. The jealousy was there but in no way did he want them to stop. There was no impulse to interrupt their kiss, to pull Lauren away from her lover. If anything he wanted to urge them on, get things rolling faster, confront the hungry monster living inside himself that was making him do this.

Marcel’s hand drifted down Lauren’s back. He grabbed her ass and squeezed.

Her back arched, pressing her body into his. When she finally opened her eyes again they were slightly red and a little bleary. Her eyelashes fluttered and she shook her head. “Oh wow,” she said, touching two fingers to her forehead.

Marcel chuckled. “You like that?” he asked.

“That’s strong,” Lauren admitted.

Marcel laughed again. “You just enjoy the ride, baby,” he said, then kissed her again.

Lauren reached out and started to unbuckle his belt but Marcel pushed her hands away. “Let’s get comfortable first,” he said.

She looked up at him. “You want to go upstairs?” she asked.

“You know it.”

Jeff followed them up, keeping his distance, waiting until they were in the bedroom before stepping in himself. He had no interest in distracting them from each other. This was about him as much as it was about Lauren but he wanted to be a fly on the wall and not on center stage. He slipped into the chair in the corner of the room as he watched them making out.

He could see Lauren slipping under Marcel’s spell. She’d tilted her head to one side as he kissed and sucked on her neck, her eyes closed, lips slightly parted in pleasure.

Marcel reached up and undid the zipper at the back of her dress.

Lauren’s eyes opened as he stepped around her. She was facing Jeff now with Marcel behind her, still kissing her neck and pulling the zipper lower. Her dress fell slack.

His dark hands rose up on her shoulders, tucked beneath the black fabric and peeled it away revealing her black bra, then, sliding it down over her hips, the matching black underwear covering her pussy.

Lauren looked toward Jeff. Her eyes were narrow and a little puffy from the weed. A lazy smile sprouted across her lips.

He froze and held his breath, mesmerized by the sight of Marcel’s hands wandering along her body.

With the black dress lying in a pool of fabric at Lauren’s feet, he slid his hands back up her sides. Moving one to the front he cupped her breast and squeezed it.

The shape of Lauren’s body changed. Her posture melting into something more sultry as Marcel groped her breasts. She started breathing a little heavier.

Marcel kept his hands moving. Two dark shapes exploring Lauren’s pale skin. He’d pause at her hips, move down to her thighs, then back up to her ass squeezing her cheeks before reaching around to fondle her tits again. Finally, he brought them around her back and undid the clasp of her bra.

Lauren held her arms out straight and let the bra straps slip down them, the bra falling to the floor in front of her and exposing her breasts.

Marcel’s hands gravitated to the supple flesh. He kneaded them, cupped his hands beneath them and lifted as if testing their weight. Then a finger and thumb slid down to one nipple and pinched it.

Lauren drew in a slow breath and tilted her head, exposing her neck.

Marcel took the bait. He pressed his lips against her neck and sucked on the soft flesh.

Lauren whimpered.

Jeff was beside himself. Never in his life had he imagined standing in his bedroom and watching his wife let herself be seduced by another man. The shape of Lauren’s body, the pleasure she was obviously experiencing and the taboo he was witnessing twisted through him and hardened his cock.

Marcel turned Lauren to one side and stepped around her, turning both their profiles to Jeff. He eyed her tits with a hungry stare before leaning forward and slurping one of her nipples into his mouth.

Lauren’s back arched and her ass rounded as Marcel suckled her teat. She ran a hand through her hair. The pot had obviously had an effect. Her movements were slow and uncalculated, like watching a human lava lamp warming up.

Jeff gnawed on his lip as she dipped a hand into her underwear and touched herself. The contact made her shiver.

Marcel let her nipple fall out of his mouth and brought his lips to the other one, teasing it with his tongue before closing them around it.

Lauren let out a low moan as she played with herself.

Marcel worked her nipple a good long time. Finally his hands fell to the elastic of her underwear and pulled them down her legs. He turned her so her ass was facing Jeff just as it came into view.

As the underwear fell around her ankles she stepped out of it and left her legs spread open slightly.

Jeff’s eyes widened at the hint of her pussy he could see glistening between her legs. As Marcel pulled her ass cheeks apart, he saw the tiny hole of her sphincter pulsing in time with her beating heart.

Marcel’s hand wandered down her ass crack. When his fingers grazed her back hole she stiffened. Marcel smiled at this. Moving his hand lower between her legs he dipped a thumb into her slit and ran it along it’s length. “It’s okay baby. We’re gonna’ have a good time, you and me,” he whispered.

Jeff could hear even the softest exchanges between them and this only sharpened his arousal. It was one thing to watch Lauren on her knees being a slut and blowing this guy in the living room. It was another thing entirely watching the slow dance of lovers preparing each other’s bodies for sex.

Marcel’s thumb emerged from between Lauren’s thighs.

She stiffened again and rose up onto the balls of her feet as it scraped along her tender perineum. When the tip of it touched the entrance to her ass she gasped and craned her neck to try and look down her back. She locked eyes with Marcel. “Hey,” she said, slurring slightly. A smile sprouted on her lips. “I don’t do that,” she said, shaking her head.

Marcel mirrored her smile. But instead of removing his thumb from where it was pressing, he twisted it. “Don’t do what, baby?” he whispered.

Lauren seemed to sober a little. Her smile faded, brow furrowing in mistrust. “I don’t…just don’t go there. Don’t go back there okay?”

Marcel grinned. He leaned forward and kissed her neck again, then worked his way up and nibbled on her ear lobe. “You go where I tell you to go,” he said.

Jeff was mesmerized. He could see Lauren struggling with how to react, clear as day. She was still turned on, there was a trickle of wet running down her leg, but he could tell she wasn’t sure what to do about Marcel trying to push his thumb into her ass. Why was that so hot? Watching Marcel own her like that.

Marcel dipped between her legs again. Collecting some of the juice from between her legs he brought his thumb back up and pressed it more firmly against her anus.

Lauren’s expression twisted in consternation. Not disgust or anger. Just confusion. She didn’t know what to do. But it looked like a part of her…wanted this.

“How’s that?” Marcel asked, tipping his chin forward.

Lauren let out an uncomfortable breath and almost shook her head. Still, she didn’t resist.

“Not too bad, is it?” Marcel asked, kissing her shoulder. He reached up with his other hand and palmed her breast. “You want to try it a little deeper?”

Jeff’s chest constricted. This was the raunchiest thing he’d ever seen and it wasn’t even that bad. It’s just that this wasn’t some porn star on the internet. This was Lauren. His wife. Why did he want to see Marcel have his way with her so badly?

“I…I don’t know,” Lauren said, shaking her head. But her resolve was crumbling like a two week old cake.

Marcel pushed his thumb a little harder against her ass hole.

Her feet twisted, toes pointing inward. She rose a little higher and drew in a breath.

Then, without warning, Marcel flexed his hand and pushed his thumb into her ass all the way to the first knuckle.

Lauren’s mouth fell open and she warbled. She bent forward, holding her hands out to keep from falling onto the bed.

Which is when Marcel put a hand on the small of her back and pushed his thumb the rest of the way into her ass.

“Oh…god,” Lauren whispered, not a hint of displeasure in her voice.

“You mean oh Marcel,” Marcel corrected.

She shot him a funny look but didn't protest.

He reached across her ass and gave the other side a light smack. “Now stand up,” he ordered.

“What?” Lauren asked.

Jeff was on pins and needles. This did not seem like it was going in a good direction. Lauren didn’t like this kind of thing. She didn’t want to be told what to do and have things stuffed into her ass. If Marcel wasn’t careful this was going to be over before it even got going. And that would be terrible.

“You heard me,” Marcel said, his face growing serious. “Stand up show I can parade you around with my thumb up your ass.”

Lauren half-smirked, half-balked at the suggestion. “That’s disgusting,” she said with a quick shake of her head.

Marcel shook his head. “No it ain’t. You do it.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Jeff was about to intervene. Something had to be done or Marcel was about to earn himself a one way ticket home. He’d just made his mind up to speak up when Lauren, rolling her eyes, pushed herself up off the bed and stood as straight as she could. Jeff’s eyes shot wide open. He couldn’t believe it.

“That’s right,” Marcel said with a nod. “Now turn around.”

Slowly, with her ass jutting out to accommodate Marcel’s thick thumb, Lauren turned on her tiptoes until she was facing Jeff.

Marcel nodded in approval. He kissed her cheek then whispered in her ear. “Look at your husband.”

Lauren’s eyes darted from side to side a few times before she found the courage to lift them and look at Jeff.

The moment when their gazes met was one of the most intense Jeff had ever experienced. There she was, standing in front of their bed with this black man’s thumb in her ass staring at her husband.

“That’s good. Now tell him you’re my little princess,” he said, licking his lips.

Lauren’s stare intensified but she didn’t break their shared gaze. It was like she couldn’t believe what was being asked of her and didn’t want it to end, either.

“Do it,” Marcel said.

Lauren wriggled, trying to adjust to Marcel inside her. She bit her lip. “I’m…I’m…” she grunted.

“Hold on, hold on,” Marcel said. He reached down and took her by the wrist and guided her palm up to her breast. “The other one to. Yeah. Like that. Push them together. Pinch your nipples. now hold them right there. Good. Now say it.”

Lauren stood with her tits in her hands, nipples pointed at Jeff, her mouth slightly agape in shock at what she was being asked to do.

“Say it,” Marcel whispered.

“I’m…I’m his little princess,” she whispered.

“Oh god,” Jeff whispered. His hand shot to his crotch and he grabbed himself through his jeans.

Lauren’s eyes shot down to where he was holding himself and her mouth opened wider.

Marcel grinned. “You see? He like it. Everybody likes a little porn star now and then. You gonna’ get dirty for me tonight baby?”

Lauren’s head shot to one side and she locked eyes with Marcel.

“It’s alright,” Marcel said, still grinning. “You’ll see. You’ll thank me later. Now tell me you’re gonna get a little dirty tonight with me.”

Lauren turned to look at Jeff again. Her eyes were wide with shock and disbelief.

Marcel reached behind her and smacked her ass cheek. “Go on,” he said.

“I’m…”

Jeff sucked in air, unable to believe what he was seeing himself.

“I’m gonna’ get a little dirty tonight,” Lauren confessed.

Jeff thought he was going to have a minor cardiac event.

“Ha ha,” Marcel chuckled. “You see? That feel good to say that?” he asked. His hand came back around, dipped down between Lauren’s legs and he rubbed her pussy lips with two fingers. “Tell me that felt good,” he said. “Tell me that felt good to say it.”

“It felt good to say it,” Lauren hissed, her legs twisting as Marcel fingered her pussy.

Marcel brought his hand up and held the two fingers he’d been touching her with right in front of her face. “Now lick,” he said.

This time Lauren was eager to oblige. She opened her mouth and was about to stuff the two fingers in when Marcel pulled them away.

“Hey hey!” he said, voice full of admonishment. “You forget everything I taught you?” he asked. “Eyes, baby. It’s all about the eyes.”

“Oh,” Lauren said, nodding. She turned to look at him and licked her lips.

“No, baby. Not me. Him,” Marcel said, jerking his sideways in Jeff’s direction.

Lauren slowly turned to look at Jeff.

“Now. Now do it. Suck your juice off my fingers,” Marcel said.

Lauren settled into the part she was going to play. Narrowing her eyes she pursed her lips and drew them over Marcel’s fingers. Eyes locked on Jeff’s she leaned forward taking them into her mouth. Two thirds of the way down she paused when they tickled the back of her throat. Gagging slightly, she recomposed herself before taking them the rest of the way.

Jeff was astonished as he watched the two black digits disappear. His heart was pounding and he was still holding his crotch, rubbing himself to try and relieve some of the tension that had built between his legs.

Slowly Lauren stood back up. As her mouth reached the tips of Marcel’s fingers she flicked out her tongue and licked the trail of saliva and sticky bile she’d left on them. She licked her lips.

“Good,” Marcel said.

Lauren gasped when he eased his thumb out of her ass.

Putting a hand on her back, he lowered her down to sit on the bed. Then he put a hand on her chest until she was lying down. Reaching out with his other hand he grabbed her ankles and pulled them up until her feet were pointing straight in the air. Without looking at Jeff he nodded at Lauren’s dripping pussy. “Go on. Get in there,” he said.

Jeff hadn’t expected this. He’d meant to be a fly on the wall. The pervert voyeur who watched from the shadows as his wife surrendered herself to this dark stranger. But now he was gripped with lust and the desire to smell her. To touch and taste her and let her leave her mark on him in this lewd ceremony. He staggered forward and fell to his knees at the edge of the bed.

Marcel unhooked his belt. He let pushed his pants and underwear down and his half-stiff cock sprang out, wagging up and down over Lauren’s face. “Go on,” he urged Jeff.

Jeff put his hands on Lauren’s ass cheeks. He spread them, her pussy lips parting as they moved wider. The hunger welled up inside him. Leaning forward he pressed his mouth against her pussy and started to lick.

Marcel let go of Lauren’s ankles. Holding his cock in one hand, he brought it over her mouth and let her lick the underside of the head.

Lauren moaned at Jeff’s tongue pulsing in and out of her pussy.

Marcel leaned his knees against the bed and pressed half his cock into Lauren’s mouth.

From where Jeff was kneeling the view was incredible. Seeing that thick, dark shaft of meat dipping into Lauren’s face, her nipples stiff, chest heaving, was possibly the hottest thing he’d ever witnessed.

Lauren’s hands crawled across the bed. Down to her ass, she brought them up until she found Jeff’s fingers. She laced hers into his and held on as her body shuddered, preparing to crest.

Marcel started thrusting. Pushing his cock deeper and deeper into her face, occasionally pulling it out and feeding her one nut, then the other.

Jeff was so entrance he didn’t even notice his jaw getting sore.

Lauren moaned, the sound muffled by Marcel’s prick.

“You like sucking dick, don’t you baby?” Marcel whispered.

Lauren nodded and gurgled an “unh-huh.” She squeezed Jeff’s hands tighter.

Marcel pulled his cock out of her lips with a wet smack. “Let me hear you say it.”

Lauren was writhing. Her hips were twisting side to side. She was panting. “I like sucking dick,” she said, her voice filled with tension.

Marcel dragged his cock back and forth across her lips. “Tell him you love sucking black dick,” he ordered.

“Ah!” Lauren yelped.

Jeff felt her pussy flex against his lips.

“I love sucking black dick!” she shouted.

Marcel tucked his tool back into her mouth.

It tipped her over the edge. Her pussy started pulsing, leaking more mucus all over Jeff’s face. She squeezed his hands so tight he thought she was going to break his finger. She screamed as she came.

Jeff grabbed his crotch and started rubbing, the whole time watching Lauren’s blissfully pained expression as she sailed over the crest of her orgasm.

Marcel kept his cock in her mouth until she was finished. He pulled it out, leaving her panting and trying to catch her breath on the bed. Taking a step back he peeled off his shirt and stepped around the bed. “Alright man. Let me make the magic happen,” he said.

The last thing Jeff wanted was to leave. The sharp smell of Lauren’s slick, coupled with the view he had of her breasts and the taste of her on his tongue made him want to stay kneeling like that forever. What drew him away was the possibility of what lay ahead. The dark fantasy that he would finally witness as Marcel put his cock into Lauren. He scrambled back into his corner and up onto the chair.

Marcel came around and stood between Lauren’s legs. He grabbed an ankle in each hand and splayed them.

Jeff watched her lubricated sex split open revealing the dark hole that led to her insides. His vision narrowed as Marcel started to rub his shaft along the length of her slit.

A heart-rending angst came tearing up through him. There they were, Lauren and Marcel, their genitals touching, rubbing against each other, each dripping wet as their bodies prepared for a coupling. But there was something missing. Something terrible and tantalizing and utterly depraved.

Marcel’s veiny cock lay bare along Lauren’s crevice. Bare and unprotected. And there was Lauren’s yawning hole welcoming it in. He raised a trembling hand, desperate to force words out his mouth that just would not come.

He should put on protection.

He knew saying it was the right thing to do. Anything less would be wholly irresponsible. Lauren was lost in the moment. Marcel was doing his thing. He was the only one that was still half-sober, though he felt drunk on his own lust. If anything it was his job to be the voice of reason.

And yet… The sight of Marcel bringing the head of his cock against Lauren’s entrance was so enchanting it rendered him speechless. Because in that lewd picture of Marcel’s cock pressing into her, his sagging balls swaying toward her ass, lay potential. Possibility. The possibility of something terrible, yes. But possibility nonetheless.

The possibility that Marcel and Lauren wouldn’t notice the omission. That he would watch them fuck, watch Lauren come again and watch Marcel work himself up to the edge of an orgasm. That he would stare in silence at Marcel’s organ throbbing inside his wife and spewing hot seed deep into her.

The horror of it was almost too hot to bear.

He said nothing.

“Ooh shit,” Marcel whispered as he slipped the bulbous head of his cock into Lauren’s fold.

Her hands which had settled on the bed after her climax, rose claw-like and gripped his black thighs. “Of fuck,” she hissed.

Marcel leaned forward, easing the trunk of his phallus deeper into her cunt. “Don’t remember you feeling this good, baby,” he said, voice gravelly.

Lauren’s eyes opened and she sucked in a breath. Her body stiffened. “Wait,” she whispered.

“Huh?” Marcel asked, looking up at her face.

“A condom. You forgot a condom,” she said softly.

Marcel was still for a moment. “Shit,” he said through clenched teeth. He let out a long exhale. Tilted his head to one side and spoke over his shoulder. “Help a brother out, Jeff?”

“Uh…uh…I…we don’t have any,” Jeff muttered.

Marcel’s shoulders sagged. He grabbed the root of his cock and started hauling it slowly out of Lauren.

Jeff’s stomach sank. He felt like his body was going to melt. So close to the profane beauty of watching Lauren fuck, actually fuck another man, and now this.

Feeling Marcel’s cock departing her, Lauren dug her nails into the flesh of his thighs. “Wait.” She twisted her body, looking around Marcel until her eyes met Jeff’s.

Jeff leaned to one side and swallowed the pool of saliva that had formed in his mouth. “What?” he whispered.

Lauren was wearing a frown. An expression that should have been one of slight regret but ultimately resignation, meaning that today this was just not meant to be.

But Jeff knew her face better than anyone. He knew what that look meant. It meant what do you think? His own breath sounded like wind howling in his ears. He swallowed again. “Just…make him pull out, okay?” he said, voice strained.

His stomach clenched at his own insincerity. A fraction of him was disgusted with himself. The rest didn’t care. The rest wanted this.

Lauren’s quick nod shot lust through his veins.

Marcel was slipping back in. Stretching those tender, wet lips, his cock hard again and digging into pink flesh.

It felt like hours passed as Jeff watched him disappear into Lauren, her pussy snatching and gobbling and already slurping at the juice it wouldn’t receive.

When Marcel’s black sack slapped her ass, all three of them grunted.

Lauren adjusted herself.

“You okay?” Marcel growled.

“Just fuck me,” she said through clenched teeth.

Then Marcel was withdrawing, his cock now slathered with clear and white slick. An iron hard muscle covered in Lauren’s secretions. He paused with the tip just inside her. Let tension build. Then slowly pressed back in.

And again.

And again.

The cock slippery now, easily gliding into and out of her sleeve like a piston on one of those old Union Pacific four-eight-eight-four Big Boy’s pulling out of the station and picking up speed.

The faster he drove himself into her the wider Jeff’s eyes stretched.

He started panting, wheezing and huffing as he built up a good head of steam.

Beneath him, Lauren was rolling. Side to side on her back, her head starting to thrash in opposite directions. She was squeezing her thighs, gripping his dick with her tight slit, back arching as she moaned and climbed toward her peak.

Marcel crossed his hands. One on thigh, one on the other he stopped teasing and started fucking. The bed shook, the headboard bouncing against the wall at the rough copulation.

“Fuck,” Lauren cried (it sounded like crying) through clenched teeth.

Jeff slid along the wall, foregoing a direct view of her cunt so he could look at her face.

“Fuck,” she whimpered like she was mad at how good of a fucking she was getting.

Marcel scrambled onto the bed. With his cock still inside her, he pushed her back and fell onto her chest. Wrapping his dark arms around her he rose up onto his knees, pushing her feet high in the air, her thighs pressed against his.

To do this he had to pause and when he did Lauren’s claws let go of his thighs and dug into the flesh on his back. “You fuck me,” she ordered.

“I’ll fuck you,” Marcel grunted.

“You fuck me right now,” she wailed. Gripping his neck she tugged him into a kiss.

His cock now vertical, pointed straight down at her pussy, Marcel started to drive. Each thump indenting the mattress so it sprang back up. Pretty soon they were bouncing, Lauren clawing at his back and his neck, Marcel biting hers and piling his organ into her sex.

Jeff’s hands drifted out along the wall. He pressed his back into it, falling gently to one side. He gazed at Lauren’s calves bouncing above Marcel’s black back. The way they curled around his trunk, toes pointed, like a preying mantis about to devour her mate. He shuddered at the thought bouncing around in his mind like one of those old screensavers.

Don’t forget to pull out…

The voice that said it was weak and puny, soon drowned out by the raucous, bellowing laughter of the demon wedged between his legs screaming pump all you have into her pussy! Fill my wife with your seed!

It was as if Marcel had heard the silent plea.

And Lauren with him.

Her legs wrapped around his trunk, their two bodies, arms entwined, forming a yin-yanged, two-backed beast thrashing and pumping, rutting and ready to breed.

Jeff, breathless, grabbed his own organ through the fabric of his pants. He tugged it. A dark stain formed at the tip.

The tempo of Marcel’s breathing meant only one thing. He was close. Perilously so.

And Lauren was oblivious. Lost in the feeling of her own sex clenching and clawing it’s way toward a climax it was clear she couldn’t care less about him.

“Fuck,” Marcel grunted.

Lauren let out a whiny shriek.

Marcel redoubled his efforts, obviously aware she was close to release.

Jeff saw the pain and doubt and oh shit on his face. He remembered it well from being a young man relying on timing instead of a barrier.

“Ah…ah…ah…ha…” Lauren breathed.

She was close.

Almost there.

Marcel shook his head. His pounding relented.

Jeff’s heart sank.

Lauren pounded his back with her fists. “You fuck me over the edge!” she screamed.

And so with Lauren’s scream still ringing in his ears Jeff couldn’t blame Marcel for doubling, tripling, quadrupling his efforts, furrowing his brow and pounding even harder into Lauren to prove himself a man.

His eyes wandered to stiff, dark muscle pumping into Lauren’s dripping slit. Heat coursed through him. He held his breath.

The moment came.

Marcel threw his head back as Lauren’s back arched her body twisting to receive his dark gift. The base of his cock flexed and released.

Lauren screamed. Her pussy gripped Marcel’s dick. Together they flew over the edge.

Jeff’s cock was leaking.

Lauren dragged her nails up Marcel’s back leaving white streaks on dark flesh. Cum started oozing out from between the fold of her pussy and his hard flesh. Their bodies shuddered. Marcel shook atop her and wheezed.

Then Lauren’s arms fell to her sides. Her ankles unlocked and her legs fell open, head lolling to one side. She was spent.

Marcel tucked his face into her neck.

Silence filled the room.

“Oh shit,” Marcel whispered. Pushing himself up with his hands, he crawled off of Lauren. He pulled his flagging hose from her sex. It was followed by a river of semen. He staggered back off the bed staring at his emission leaking from her. His eyes went wide. He pressed a hand to his head and looked at Jeff. “Fuck man I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Jeff opened his mouth to speak.

Lauren waved. She waved again.

“Huh?” Marcel said, seeing the motion from the corner of his eye.

“Get out,” she whispered. She waved again. “Get out,” she said.

Marcel, cowed, swept his clothes off the floor and shuffled into the hall to get dressed.

Jeff was desperate to tear of his clothes and mount her but a pang of remorse hit him. He slipped out of the room to find Marcel scurrying down the stairs. “Hey!” he hissed. “Marcel!”

Marcel spun around looking like he was ready to take a punch to the face. He put his hands up and backed away. “Shit man I’m sorry I said.”

Jeff thumped down the stairs and stopped at the foot. “No, man. No. It’s okay. I’m…I’m sorry. We should have been prepared.”

Marcel raised an eyebrow. “You…uh…you’re cool?” he asked.

Jeff nodded. “We’re cool. We’re cool, man,” he said.

Marcel gave a nod, opened the door while grabbing his jacket and disappeared into the darkness.

Jeff walked up the stairs undoing his belt. He walked into the room to find Lauren still in the same position. Pussy leaking, legs splayed, head turned to one side as if she was asleep.

She opened her eyes when he walked up to the bed and shot him a furiously lusty stare. “Get in me,” she muttered. When Jeff didn’t move she repeated herself. “Get in me and fuck me.”

Falling onto the bed and between her legs felt like ascending to heaven. She was stretched and wet, juices dripping as he speared his cock into her. When she clenched around him he knew it wouldn’t be long.

But this was a moment he would savour forever. However it ended.

It was a month before he got back to the gym. A month of the hottest, dirtiest, most dangerous sex they’d ever experienced. Two weeks in, she took the test.

He came home one Friday to find her sitting at the kitchen table in nothing but a thin white bathrobe. “You did it?” he asked.

She nodded.

“And?”

A slow, wicked, almost evil smile crept across her lips. “You sure you want to know?”

And for some reason he didn’t.

She fucked him that night letting him wonder if another man’s seed had taken in her belly.

Two weeks later, as he was in bed and falling asleep, she leaned close to his ear and whispered the truth. “I’m not pregnant.”

The relief was two-edged. Of course he was happy they would be no consequences to deal with. And yet…

It was the following Monday he decided to head back to the gym.

Marcel’s face went long as he saw him walk in. His back straightened and he took a step back from the counter, like he was worried Jeff had come in to kill him.

Jeff dropped his bag by the desk. “Hey buddy,” he said with a smile.

Marcel raised an eye, a wild smile forming along his lips. “We’re cool?” he said quietly.

“All good,” Jeff replied. “In the clear.”

Marcel snapped his fingers, doubled over, then punched a fist in the air and whooped with joy.

Jeff didn’t expect him to come in for a hug, but he did. Squeezed him good. Like a brother.

“Shit, man. That was the scariest fucking…” He glanced to one side at one of the members shooting them a dirty look from the elliptical. “I thought I was in fucking trouble,” he whispered.

Jeff clapped a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. “Sorry man. She knew two weeks ago but…” He paused, wondering how to finish the sentence.

Marcel shook his head. “Hey. It’s cool. You keep whatever it is you two are…just keep that shit to yourself. It’s good to see you again.”

“Good to see you too, Marcel.”

Marcel nodded again, clapped his hands and rubbed them together. He glanced at Jeff’s belly. “Shit. You been cheating on me? Hitting another gym?”

Jeff grinned. “Nah. Been getting plenty of exercise though.”

Marcel chuckled. “Alright man. Alright. Let’s get you started on some car-di-oh.” He started walking toward the treadmill.

“Hey Marcel?” Jeff called out after him.

Marcel turned. “What’s up?”

“Thanks.”

Marcel chuckled. “I’d say any time, man. But no. How about ‘never again.’ That bitch is crazy.”

Jeff laughed at this. She wasn’t. She was his. Well…maybe just a little bit crazy.

THE END