TITLE    : The Thirteenth Step Ch. 03
STORYID  : the-thirteenth-step-ch-03
SUMMARY  : A recovering sex addict falls into an evil woman's trap.
AUTHOR   : Just_the_tip@lit
DATE     : 2012-06-29
CATEGORY : non-consent-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |cheating husband|reluctance|face sitting|s&m|church|devil|angel|strip club|impregnation|affair|


<em>(This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. If you like authors like TheTalkMan, seducedHylas, TemptedOne, manyeyedhydra, and TheMaestroBraddock then you know what to expect. If not, just know that this deals with seduction, betrayal, sex addiction, and cheating. Fair warning!) </em>



(Ralph) 



Ralph Turner opened his eyes to his bedroom ceiling awash in early morning light. He felt rested and at peace. His dreams were non-sensical but G-rated. He looked over to the sleeping face of his wife of 10 years, Liliy . Her smooth, pretty face snored softly, causing him to smile. 



Part of him would have liked to wake her up and start the day with sex, but he knew her well enough to know that she didn't like to kiss until she brushed her teeth. Besides, she was having her period, so it would be a few more days until they could do it again. It was frustrating, but Ralph had learned how to delay gratification, a skill that had been instrumental in his years sober from a sexual addiction that had nearly cost him his marriage. 



Such morbid thoughts were far from his mind as he went about his Saturday morning routine. This was going to be a fun day: his best friend Stu surprised him with an afternoon tee time at a private course across town. 



Stu had been his accountability partner for the past few years and hadn't been available the last few days, so the chance to re-connect was appreciated by Ralph, especially while he had been stalked by a deranged, but gorgeous woman named Isa Noisewater who seemed hell-bent on getting him to cheat. 



After a leisurely lunch with Lily, Stu pulled into their driveway and beeped. Shouldering his clubs, Ralph pecked her on the cheek, stowed the clubs, and took the shotgun seat of the Suburban. Pulling away, he saw her in the side view mirror, waving and looking very small. 



"Beautiful day for some linkage, Buddy," Stu announced. Ralph had to smile at his enthusiasm. Stu was a positive guy, but Ralph had never seen him this chipper. They drove out of his neighborhood and onto the freeway, chatting easily. 



"Got you some Gatorade. Figured we should hydrate before we hit the course," Stu offered. Ralph smiled and picked up the perspiring bottle, never thinking twice that it had already been opened. He had half the bottle finished by the time he noticed Stu take an exit that put them on course with an industrialized part of the city, far from any golf courses. 



"What gives, Man?" Ralph asked, shocked by how sluggish his thinking had become in the last few minutes. The scenery outside the car had taken on a blurred quality that made it hard to focus. 



"Damn, that stuff works fast. Don't worry, Dude. I've got a surprise for you and no, we are not going golfing."



"Well what the fuck was in that Gatorade, Man?" 



Stu glanced over to Ralph sheepishly, taking in the fact that his friend was already sedated and harmless before answering. 



"Roofie. Sorry, Man. It was all Isa's idea. Just relax, we're almost there. We're gonna have some fun." 



Relax? Ralph thought, at this rate I'll be lucky if I keep breathing I feel so relaxed. He felt like he was in a cloud, floating down the road. The last thing he remembered before passing out was Stu singing to the radio. 



(Isa)



Tapping her cell phone, Isa looked around at her handiwork. The stage was literally set. All the guests had arrived on time, she made sure of that. Leaning into the microphone in the DJ's booth with her pouty lips, she announced to the dimly-lit lounge:



"All the 'dancers' meet me backstage for final makeup. Our guest of honor will be here in a few minutes." 



(Ralph)



Ralph's consciousness surfaced enough to register that he was kissing someone. It started one sided, given his fugue, but he instinctively kissed back. Opening his eyes, he found himself staring into the emerald green eyes of his stalker, Isa and he started. 



"Oh baby. You are one great kisser. You kiss your wife like that?" Isa teased. Ralph closed his mouth when he realized it was hanging open. He looked around lazily through eyes stuck at half-mast. 



What he could take in was that he was tied to a chair on a small stage, facing a maroon curtain. The beautiful Isa was straddling him wearing a fluffy, white bathrobe. From the way he could feel the warmth of her sex on his thighs and chest, he knew he must be naked. The cloud enveloping his mind surged and he almost passed out again.



"Oh no, we can't have that," Isa chided, reaching into her pocket. Ralph felt a finger placed on his top lip and suddenly someone was yanking his hair back. Instinctively, he gasped, his nose and mouth suddenly coated in a bitter powder. The effect was immediate: his vision came into sharp focus as did his other senses. He was suddenly conscious of his heart beating. Before he could take in his environment, the lights went out and Isa disappeared. 



"For one night and one night only, we bring you the Theatre of the Taboo!" came Isa's voice over the speakers around him. There were cheers and clapping in the darkness around him. The room remained dark as the catcalls and woops died down. It was only when the room was silent that the music started. 



It was Elvis Presley's Kissin' Cousins but slowed way down to a sultry, bluesy rhythm a la the band Morphine. The curtains parted and the lighting faded up to show a slender, sandy-haired young woman on a mechanical bull. The twenty-something was wearing a pair of cut-offs so small they were more of a denim G-string and a shiny, stitched pair of boots. A red and white checkered top was tied into a knot exposing a flat, tan belly. Her pixie-cut hair and straw-colored cowboy hat were the only thing tomboyish about her as the brown leather torso of the bull dipped forward slowly causing her to bend at the torso and arch her back perfectly to the music. 



Oh shit, thought Ralph as he watched the girl slide forward in the saddle only to press her barely-covered sex against the smooth pommel, sigh with pleasure and give him a wink. Her fair girl-next-door face was dotted with pale freckles along her nose and cheeks and she was looking straight at Ralph when the bull slowly twisted and dipped again. To keep her balance the young woman lifted a slender arm behind her head, causing her natural, B-cup chest to jut forward. 



Was it this wanton display or the drugs that had his heart pounding in his chest? Reluctantly, he glanced in his lap and was disappointed to see he was half-hard already. What kind of sick people didn't care that he hadn't cheated on his wife or masturbated to porn in years? This was wrong and he wanted to scream for help, but he doubted anyone outside the building could hear him over the thumping base of the hypnotic music. 



He looked up just in time to catch her dismount. Swinging her well-tanned leg up and wide, the crotch of her Daisy Dukes had retreated into the crack of her snatch and ass as she slid off the mechanical bull onto the dance floor below. The song droned on about Kissin' Cousins and she looked the part, turning her ass to him and bending low while she held her hat in place. Arching her back at she straightened she closed the distance to his chair with a sultry saunter. 



For the first time, he noticed his legs were each tied to the legs of the chair, keeping them spread slightly. She planted a pointed boot between his legs and dangerously close to his nuts. She leaned in to him. He could smell her now: vanilla and leather. He had nowhere to look but her freckled cleavage or her hazel eyes that belied her innocence. 



"You've been such a good boy, I think I should take my top off. Do you want to see my tits?" She asked in a believable drawl. She had moved her boot under his scrotum and tilted up, driving the soft point into his taint. 



Ralph knew it was pointless to argue. He tried to look bored as she undid the knot of her top. When she worked it out the top started to fall and she shoved the woven cowboy hat onto his face, blocking his view. She giggled, straddling one of his legs with hers, but he was blind to it. He told himself it was an accident that he tilted forward and the hat fell to the stage floor. 



"Mmmmm. Had to see what you were missing?" she cooed as she rode his bare leg like the bull. Her freckled tits were pert with small pink nipples which she twisted mercilessly.



"Don't worry, I won't tell your wife" she whispered to him, swiping her breasts against his face as she ground on him to a saxophone solo. He could feel just how wet she was as she slid back and forth across his exposed thigh. She seemed to be enjoying it, based on her quick breathing. 



Too soon, the song ended and she stood. Looking down on his erect member she leered, giving it a playfull squeeze. She whispered one more thing before disappearing behind the curtain:



"If you want us to stop the show at any point and me to fuck you all you have to say is 'yeehaw'. I think you can guess my favorite position."



"Give it up for Cousin Hilly!" shouted Isa's voice overhead to the thunderous applause of the guests behind him. 



"You like the show so far, Ralph?" her voice boomed from all around him. 



"Thought you'd be lonely without your support group, Ralphie, so I invited them down to support you." The crowd cheered and Ralph could swear he recognized a few of the voices in the darkness. Coming after him was one thing but this was a special kind of betrayal.



"I mean damn, it's easy to turn a sex addict, Ralphie and guess what...you're next! Soo without further delay, we bring you Ice and Fire!"



Two stage hands dragged his chair further onto the stage and turned him around. He was immediately blinded by the overhead and stage lights. The crowd of people beyond the stage were reduced to silhouettes.



The audience clapped and hooted again, but this time Ralph couldn't see. He hated to admit it, but he was frustrated by this new arrangement. The girl must have come out because they were going wild. 



"''Ello, Ralph. Remember me?" Ralph froze. This was the last voice he wanted to hear. Thoughts of his former, young mistress brought up every shameful feeling he worked so hard to forget. He could feel her puffy lips grazing the rim of his ear. She kept a hand on him as she walked around his body, French-manicured nails scraping along his exposed chest as she came into view. 



It was Tosca. His heart lept and sang simultaneously. She was dressed like an angel. Her dark hair was now under a platinum wig, eyes tinted a pale purple, lips a frosty blue. With her fair skin, the effect was that she was cold yet incredibly erotic. 



She was wearing a white, silk top that looked like a teddy, except that it stopped four inches from where it started, leaving the bottoms of her natural D breasts exposed. She turned her curvy ass towards him and faced the crowd. Her g-string looked like it was made of gossamer, like a snowflake that was in danger of melting over her incredibly young and fit body. 



The last time Ralph had seen her was years ago when she was moving to California and they had decided to end their year-long affair. How could he have forgotten her magnificent body? Seeing her posing in front of him made him simply ache. With a flourish, she was facing him again. Ralph was embarrassed to see he was now fully erect.



"I missed you too," she cradled his face in her hands and kissed him on the cheek. Something must have been happening behind him, because there was more cheering. Tosca looked him in the eyes and warned,



"Try to resist her, Ralph, for the sake of your soul". She backed off with a look of concern. 



With a sinister laugh and a loud snap, the newcomer entered. Ralph could see where this was going, so he was surprised when it wasn't Isa that grabbed his hair and pulled his head back painfully. It was Tonya Guinta, or Dr. Guinta as Ralph and his wife had referred to her over years of marriage counseling. Isa had gotten to her too? 



Tonya was tall, slim and blonde as he remembered her during those countless sessions to have his marriage. This time she was dressed as never before in a red, latex devil suit. The way she dressed at her office, Ralph never suspected that she had such long legs until he saw them crossing over each other in a sultry walk, each stitched with thick, black thread. Her sharp-featured face sported two black horns on her forehead. 



"So that's the piece of ass you cheating on your wife with? Oh, Ralphie, you could have saved yourself some time if you let me know she was so hot."



Bedeviled Tonya caressed angelic Tosca's face with a latex-covered hand as she walked behind her. Ralph watched helplessly as the hellion forced the leather handle of her cat 'o nine tails between her full lips, then descended to her silk-covered breasts, groping them roughly. 



Tosca kept eye contact with him as the same hand descended further still to her uncovered, saved sex. The angel whimpered as the red hand forced her outer labia apart and quickly crammed three fingers into her pussy. With a cry of protest, Tosca kept her bite on the crop, but her knees were weakening.



"Remember this?" she asked, removing her hand and smearing a healthy amount of Tosca's effluence across his nose and mouth. The musky perfume released a torrent of olfactory memories locked in his subconscious. The scent of a young woman's perfume as he passed downwind behind the counter of his restaurant. The taste of cheesecake that they innocently shared during a break. The smell, taste and feel of lip gloss and theater butter when they first kissed at a movie. The smell of her perfume behind her ear when he kissed down her neck. Finally, the familiar experience of tasting her exotic sex and the smell of their coitus.



Ralph's reverie was cut short when the she-devil whipped his chest and got face-to-face with him. 



"Your wife and I had you convinced that you're a sex addict. Tell you what: if you can sit there and not get turned on, then I guess you're cured. If not, then we're going to make you cum, negating all those years of work you've put into fooling yourself." She laughed maniacally, and kicked him squarely in the chest with a red, stilletoed heel. He fell backwards in his chair and landed painfully on the hard stage, looking upward helplessly. 



"Straddle his face!" Tonya commanded as she whipped Tosca's exposed, firm ass. Tosca obeyed, putting her knees on each side of his face and putting her hands on his upturned knees. Ralph was uncomfortably conscious that this must look like an awkward 69, but for the fact that he was still in a sitting position. 



He and Tosca made eye contact as she looked down past her dangling chest. 



"I'm so sorry, Ralph," she whispered, "I tried to stay away, but she's making me."



"It's OK. Just play along." Ralph instructed. 



"Go ahead, Ralph. Take a taste of what you've been missing all these years. I know you want to."



The idea of extending his tongue and tasting her again did appeal to Ralph. After all, he was drugged and not himself. Still, he was able to muster the willpower to stay still, her shaved sex and pert asshole just inches away.



The audience booed and his once marriage counselor turned she-devil stamped down on Tosca's ass, forcing it and her pussy roughly onto his face. His world went black and all air was cut off as he opened his mouth to breathe in and only succeeded in sucking on her cunt. She was awfully wet, Ralph couldn't help but notice. He supposed it was partly involuntary. His dick had grown to an almost painful erection by the time she let up.



Gasping for air, he breathed her scent in again and again. Without her legs against his ears, he could hear the cheering crowd and the cackling she-devil. Again, stage hands must have picked him up because he could see the lights ahead as well as an ashamed-looking Tosca. Tonya must have been behind him, because she painfully nipped his ear.



"Now give him a lap dance. Make him forget all about his cute little wifey."



Reluctantly, Tosca starting swaying in front of him. With a hand on each shoulder, she closed her eyes and began to get into the music as she wove her ample hips above his erect dick. She caressed his hair back and pushed her D-cup breasts into his face. Not wanting to get her in trouble, he didn't turn his face away. Soon her pale, wide areolas and pinky-tip nipples were brushing against his face, but he remained impassive. 



"Open your mouth and suck on those tits, or I'll whip this bitch till she bleeds," Tonya warned venomously in his ear. He opened his mouth and was rewarded with a plump nipple. Following his infantile instincts, she started to circle her breast with his tongue and lightly suck on the nipple. 



"Yesss. That's it. Now aren't those tits better than your wife's?" the devil asked. Ralph knew the answer they wanted and worried what would happen if he resisted too much. Ralph could only nod since his mouth was full. In truth the experience was amazing. 



Looking up into Tosca's face, he saw her smile a satisfied smile and as she moved him to the other breast he though he saw that look morph into something victorious. She quickly mashed her chest into his open mouth, forcing him to make in more and more while pressing on the back of his head. He inhaled through his nose quickly, when he dancing swiped her pelvis forward across his stiff dick, pressing her sopping, hot sex against the length of the shaft only to stop at the tip. 



With his teeth gnawing on his nipple, he looked up and realized all it would take was a microscopic shift and he would be inside her again after all these years. She looked down on him with her purple-shaded eyes with nothing but innocence.



"Tell her to suck your dick." Tonya grabbed his dick by the base and squeezed it 



"Suck my dick, Tosca. You were always better at it than my wife." Ralph was surprised by his ad lib, but he was desperate to avoid penetrating her. Somehow that was worse than a blowjob. Tosca leaned forward, her platinum hair tickling his cheek and whispered,



"Don't worry, you can pretend to cum in my mouth." Ralph was relieved that he might be able to leave with his sexual sobriety intact. Tosca kissed his mouth, chin, neck, chest and stomach. She hesitated over his member, reluctant to do this to a man she cared for.



"Are you sure you want me to do this?" she asked innocently. 



"Yes. Please." said Ralph and he watched her pouty lips spread to an evil-looking grin before taking in his whole dick to the base, forcing Tonya to let go. He had no time to process what he had seen because he was transported to a place of pure bliss. What had they given him that this felt so transcendent? Seeming to read his thoughts, the succubus at his ear began to speak as the angel sucked up and down the full length of his cock all while looking at him with teary eyes.



"How many years has it been, Ralph? How many years since you felt a young, eager mouth suck that cock of yours? After all the times you told your wife you were sorry for your affair, look at you now. Tell that poor girl you weren't sorry for fucking her."



"I...I'm not sorry about our affair....I missed this..." Ralph panted. Tosca was pumping his dick with both hands now in a fellatio tornado. She seemed desperate to get him off. It was convincing to Ralph. Too convincing it seemed, because the point of no return was rushing toward him. 



"Tosca...wait...remember what you said," Ralph panted, desperate not to cum. Tosca responded by taking her mouth off his cock and addressing him. She never stopped pumping him with her hand as she said in a very unapologetic voice,



"Oh you don't want to cum now? Don't want to cheat on your fuckin plain wife? Well I've got news for you: you were a cheater when you first fucked me, and you're a cheater now. I'm going to show you again how superior I am to her.

<hr pg="2" />With that, she continued to deepthroat him. Panic rose in Ralph, but on top of everything else, it only heightened the sensations more. She was cupping his balls, gently kneading them almost like she was milking the sin from him. 



"Get ready to cheat, Ralph Turner. You're going to anyway so you might as well enjoy it." spat the demonic marriage counselor. 



Ralph was grunting from the effort not to explode, but the angel in his lap knew him too well. The point of no return flew by and Tosca seemed to sense it, vocalizing her enthusiasm, but it only came out as a stimulating vibration around his dick as she sucked harder and deeper. 



"Please don't, Tosca. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Don't make me cheat after all these years....OHSHIT! I'M CUMMING, NO!"



From his prostate to the tip of his dick, wave after wave of contractions ejected copious amounts of his seed directly into her throat. For the last few, Tosca jerked hard on the base of his member, spraying her angelic mouth with his shameful cum. 



"Damn right you missed this, you fucking wanker. I can't believe you gave this shit up for that dowdy wife of yours. You're not a 'good man', you're just a coward who couldn't leave his wife even though he wanted to. 



Panic struck and Ralph struggled against his bonds only to find they had been removed. He was weak and disoriented, unaware of the audience of his peers just outside the light. Dick softening, he fell awkwardly from his chair onto the stage and crab-walked backwards until he hit something. 



Looking up the full height of Tonya in her red latex devil bodysuit, Ralph was scared. Between the drugs, the lighting, and screeching techno music, his former marriage counselor was transformed into a true demon looming over him. With a startling whip to his flank, she stooped down to his level.



"We're not done with you yet, Ralph Turner. I'm afraid you owe this young woman more than just a mouthful of your cum. Behold your fate, sinner!" 



Tonya pointed up past his legs to Tosca who was dancing provocatively for the audience, but turned at that moment to face him. Under the bright spotlight, she twinkled with glitter. Even her narrow landing strip of a bush was frosted. She wore a predatory look as she bent at the knees as she swayed and back up again. 



"I did a lot more than blow you back in the day, eh, Ralpie? Remember the first time we ever fucked? Remember where we did it?" Tosca teased as she rubbed herself in time with the music.



Ralph did remember. It was on his marriage bed when his wife was out of town. He was so scared of getting caught. That act of fucking a young woman as attractive as Tosca was arousing enough, but he was afraid to admit that the act of betrayal added to the excitement.



"That's it, Ralph. Get excited while that bitch dances. Get hard so she can FUCK you. Everyone knows you're not really a cheater until you stick your dick in their pussy, right?" Devil-Tonya was right next to his ear, while she tweaked his nipples painfully. 



"Looks like you remember and you like it. I see your dick getting harder by the second. You might lie to yourself, but the body never does. You want this again, don't you?" she asked rubbing her pussy faster now. 



"I know what will finish getting you hard so we can cheat: let's talk about your wife." she grinned at his discomfort with the change in conversation. 



"You used to love to complain about your wife to me, remember? Lily's so frigid. Lily doesn't enjoy sex. But I do, Ralph. You know I do. You didn't know it until you were with me, but you are a breast man and mine are SO much better than hers, aren't they."



Ralph was horrified to see himself getting hard again. Tosca was dancing closer to him, feet straddling him as he lay prone on the stage, stunned. 



"I'm prettier. I'm sexier. I'm funnier. I'm smarter..." her speech was hypnotizing him, but a last second panic response sent him scrambling backwards into the she-devil. Laughing, she grabbed his hands and pinned them to the floor. Tosca continued her chant, slowly lowering her pussy towards his straining dick. 



"...I'm younger. I'm more exotic. I'm hotter." she lowered herself to the point where his dickhead was just inside her pussylips. "...oh and don't forget TIGHTER, remember?" But she didn't impale herself on him. She stayed perfectly still, looking down on him. Ralph felt that his hands were now free.



"You're move, Love." 



Ralph was paralyzed. He could feel the moist warmth of a pussy he had dreamt about for years. The devil by his side added her own commentary then licked his ear.



"Give him a taste. No one will blame you. You've been so good for so long. You deserve this."



It was the word deserve that brought back everything he had put up with over the years. The fact was that he still wasn't happy with the frequency of his marriage's love-making. The next thoughts were a jumble of emotions, but the result was the same. Ralph, slowly raised his hips off the stage, savoring each millimeter he drove into her until he was buried to the hilt. 



"YESSSSS" Tosca hissed triumphantly, looking down to see the man she once knew beneath him, but instead she saw a newfound look of resolve as his hips relaxed and he rested on the floor once more. 



"Get off. I'm done." Ralph said plainly. He felt weak, but his mind felt suddenly strong again. He'd realized the error of his ways. This was a game and he no longer wanted to play. The act of cumming was a betrayal, but nothing was beyond forgiveness. He and Lily could weather this, he was sure.



"No." Tosca replied, equally frank. Her beautiful eyes now tearing up and angry. "You broke my heart when you chose her over me." she lowered herself onto him, trapping him between her cunt and the wooden floor. She ground into him methodically as she continued,



"Tosca, STOP! It's over! We're over!" he shouted, trying to scare her. It was registering dimly how good her ministration felt. The crying angel in his lap fell forward, pressing her tits against his chest and grabbing his hands above his head. Tears fell onto his face and still she ground, picking up pace.



"I know you love me, Ralph. If you cum, then you'll understand. Cum for me, Love."



"Get the fuck off me!" Ralph panicked and struggled, but he was truly exhausted. It was a close struggle, but Tosca remained in control. She changed tactics and tilted her pelvis back and forth, sliding him in and out.



"You love this pussy more than you love your wife. Cum for me."



Ralph responded with another round of resistance, but he was too tired to shake her off. 



"Hey, Ralph?" she asked oddly. 



"What?" he snapped, trying to ignore the building sensation in his loins. 



"I know I told you I took birth control, but I stopped before we ended the affair. I thought if we got pregnant then I could give you something your wife couldn't."



"Please, no." he begged. 



"My period ended a few days ago. Maybe we could get lucky. Wouldn't that be great, Love? Oh. I felt you twitch there. Are you close? Do you like that idea? Cum for me." She released his hands and sat up straight, arching her back. He knew there was nothing he could do and the moment had arrived. 



"Seal the deal, Ralph. Do it. Cum in her. Give her your love. Give her your baby." came the voice of the Devil at his shoulder. 



For the second time he climaxed. This time, nursed in the tight heat of an angel. Her young muscles milked him dry as rope after rope of pleasure pulled him into her ocean of sighs to drown...happy. His vision was fading. It was too much. Too much of everything and blackness overtook him but not before he felt a soft kiss and heard,



"I love you."



(Epilogue)



It was a perfect Sunday morning for church. Ralph and Liliy walked to their usual seats, greeting friends along the way. Ralph was easy-going and quick to smile. The happy couple held hands as they sat down before the service could begin to leaf through this week's pamphlet. 



Movement from an nearby exit caught his attention. Ralph said something sweet to Lily and excused himself to use the restroom. He walked to the exit as the music began and it faded when the door closed behind him. The bathrooms were to the left and the hall was nearly empty.



Opening the thin door to the men's room, he stepped inside and let the door close again. He could still hear the worship music, but just barely. 



Isa was there. She had always been there, Ralph realized. Her gorgeous body was completely unclothed and unadorned and it was all the more beautiful for it. Her green eyes locked onto his from across the room and she held out her hands for him.



There were no words. None were needed. He walked dutifully to her and bowed his head. Using a single finger, she lifted his head to face her and kissed him sweetly. As they continued to kiss, she undressed him. It took no time at all. There were voices outside the unlocked door, but neither slowed nor hurried.



Leaning back on the sink, she exposed her sex to him. It was hairless and perfect and ready. He was already hard so he simply stepped forward and into her. Their collective sigh echoed quietly along the tiles. She caressed his face as he thrust into her, smiling at him and him at her. The pace was steady.



Her heavy breaths became little gasps and he felt her tighten around him. In response he climaxed as well, planting his seed into her while the music played on outside. They stayed inside one another after, staying skin to skin in synchronized breath, oblivious and unashamed.