My life since I met him has been a lie. The truth came from the most unlikely of sources.
He is my husband’s best friend, his polar opposite. Hard where my husband is soft, cruel where he is kind. Blunt and coarse, and now I’m learning that he’s honest as well because he has been able to tell me the things that my husband has been hiding.
As hard as it is to hear it’s so easy to accept. Accept that my husband has been presenting a false version of himself to me all these years. Accept that the man that I love is a figment of my dreams and desires.
I’m angry and maybe it’s because of that anger that it feels so right to do this. The equation is simple in my mind. My husband hurt me. It’s time to hurt him right back.
And this feels so good, I can’t deny that. It feels so familiar to have strong arms wrap around my body once more. To feel the press of muscle when I push against this chest. To feel the hot breath of desire and the solid thud of something more.
It hearkens back to a life I used to live, a life I thought I left behind. Nights of meaningless passion and overwhelming satisfaction. Nights when love wasn’t only not on the table, but was a four letter word that couldn’t be spoken.
I don’t love my husband’s best friend but I need him. I need him to satisfy me and I need him to need me.
As for my husband? All I need is for him to watch what a real man can do.
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I opened my mouth to reply but he silenced me with his lips, pressing into me, pushing into me and crushing out anything but moans. He was all over me, lips leaving mine to trail down my neck as his hands roamed my body firm and hard and intent on memorizing every inch of me.
I know that I moaned. Loud.
I know that Jack heard it from the other room.
I heard him call out, asking once more what was going on and this time with an intensity and focus to his words that showed he was actually questioning things. The thin veneer of polite separation and dignity cracking and fading by the minute.
I know that I tried to respond, but I quickly found that I could not.
As I pulled away from Eric he pulled me back into him with a growl. His arm wrapped around my body, holding me tight to him, and his other hand clapped over my mouth to keep me quiet.
“Not yet,” he whispered in my ear, “He’ll know soon enough. We’ll make him see.”
Jack called out once more but his words were so far from me. So very distant that they were nothing but a whisper of a whisper. I was only here in this room with Eric, feeling him gripping me tighter and tighter. Feeling him bring me to ruin.
When I first heard the tear of cloth I didn’t think of how expensive my clothes were, the thrust of lust had overtaken me and all I could think was how hot it was that he could barely contain himself. Gripping my dress and pulling at it, rending it from my body and revealing my bare skin beneath.
And then to feel his naked touch on my skin, that heat between both of us so sudden and intense. That pushed away all thoughts but one, how I wanted him to have me. To consume me. To stop delaying and just fucking take me.
“Now,” I moaned through his hand and he slipped that hand away to tease at my breasts, “Take me now. No more stalling. Just fuck me. Just fucking fuck me.”
“Is that what you want?”
“YES!” I screamed out in frustration, then mewled quietly with my need, “I need you to use me. I need you to fill me with every inch of that thick cock of yours. I need you to fuck me, to show me what I’ve been missing all these years.”
“Right here?” he asked, “Right now?”
I shook my head.
“Not here. In the living room. In front of him.”
And even though I was staring away from him I knew that Eric was smiling.
This time he lifted me full up off the ground. He spun me around and slammed me up against the wall so loud the dishes rattled in the cupboards. Even putting my feet down I couldn’t find the floor so instead I wrapped them around his body and felt his cock pressing against the fabric of my panties as his eyes locked with mine.
“Are you sure? Because you have to be sure. Because if you say yes right here and right now I’m going to carry you out of this room and drop you right in front of him. I’m going to fuck you in front of him, show him just what a slutty little whore you really are. I’m going to make you cum in front of him, show him that if he’d treated you better this is the version of you he could have had.
“A woman who wants everything.”
It wasn’t even a decision. It was a certainty.
“Do it. Fuck me in front of him. Break me in front of him. Make me yours all in front of him.”
True to his word to the last Eric flung me over his shoulder, carrying me out of the room and down the hall. Jack’s suspicion had reached a breaking point by now and he was just walking to the door of the room when we burst through.
“What the hell are you doing? Honey, what happened to your clothes?”
His voice was so helpless but all I wanted was to laugh in his face. As it so happened that laugh did come, a light and tinkling giggle as Eric flipped me over and dropped me to the couch.
“Shut the fuck up Jack,” Eric said, “Sit down and watch.”
My head lolled, lust in my eyes as I turned them to my husband.
“Honey?” he asked me, “What is-“
“Obey him,” I told him, my voice thick with lust and need, “Sit down. Be quiet. Watch.”