The Fling Page 3

  When you’re calculating earthquake tolerances in design you don’t want to have your mind somewhere else. And boy was my mind ever somewhere else.

  I spent what was left of the morning imagining Vanessa having sex with Thomas. The trouble was I had no idea about who he was or what he looked like. After an hour of trying to conjure up the mystery man I grabbed my phone and texted Vanessa.

  What was he like?

  I waited for what felt like an eternity before she texted back.

  I told you. He was kind of a jock.

  But this wasn’t enough. I wanted to know what he looked like, what his face was like, the shape of his body, all so I could superimpose it on the excruciating fantasy I wanted to play out in my mind.

  It was like I needed to torture myself with the past by replaying it to dull its effects.

  Tell me what he looked like.

  This time Vanessa sent a link.

  Here. Here’s a picture of him with his sales team. He’s the guy on the upper left corner.

  My hands were shaking I was so freaked out. Still, I pressed the link and watched the screen of my phone go white as the browser popped up. Seconds ticked by, then a website popped up with a picture of smiling sales faces.

  Apparently Thomas worked for one of the huge companies that sold salon products at the trade show Vanessa had attended.

  I zoomed in. Upper left. There he was. Almost exactly like I’d pictured him.

  Toothy grin, the kind superheros have in comic books. Big barrel chest with a double breasted suit. Black hair slicked back. Chiselled jaw.

  He looked like he’d probably put on weight in the last few years the way we all do at desk jobs. But he was still packing plenty of high school football muscle.

  The thought of his cock drilling into Vanessa’s sweet, tight pussy made me go numb.

  “You alright there, Rick?”

  Trevor’s question startled me and I dropped my phone on the floor. I swept it up just as quickly, trying to hide the screen so I didn’t get any questions about what I’d been looking at.

  Trevor didn’t seem to care. He was giving me a weird look, though.

  “What’s that?”

  “I said are you alright? You look white as a ghost.”

  “Um, yeah. Fine. Just fine.”

  Trevor gave me one more quizzical look and shook his head. “Okay. If you say so.” He walked down the corridor towards his desk.

  I turned my attention back to the phone. I stared at Thomas again, almost revelling in the way his smile made my stomach turn inside out.

  Suddenly I had to know more. I had to know what he’d done to her, what she’d let him do. I had to know every single detail.

  I grabbed my jacket and headed for the door.

  “Uh, Richard?” Darren said as I walked past his desk.

  “I’ve…I forgot I’ve got a doctor’s appointment.”

  He narrowed his eyes and was about to say something else but I was already down the hall and pressing the elevator button.

  I drove home gripping the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white. All I could think about was grinning Thomas pounding into my wife. I pulled into the driveway, shot up to the door and ran inside.

  “Richard?” Vanessa’s voice floated in from the kitchen. “Is that you.”

  I walked in to find her holding a knife with a pile of chopped carrots on a cutting board in front of her.

  “Oh. It is you. What are you doing here? I texted you after the last message to find out if you were alright. Are you alright?” She set the knife down and walked over while wiping her hands on the apron she was wearing.

  I was staring at her, no doubt looking like a raving lunatic from the way she was looking at me. “I want to know more,” I panted.

  Vanessa furrowed her brow. “Want to know more? About…”

  “About Thomas. About you and Thomas. I want to know everything. You have to tell me everything.” I was starting to sound as crazy as I must have looked.

  Vanessa sighed. “Richard,” she began, shaking her head.

  “No,” I said, clutching her shoulder. “I’m serious. I feel like it’s the only thing that’s going to help me get over this. I can’t stop thinking about him. I can’t stop thinking about the two of you. What you did. What he did to you.”

  Vanessa looked skeptical at first. She gave it a moment of thought. “Richard, are you sure that’s what you want?”

  I swallowed back the tightness that had gripped my throat and nodded. “I’m sure. I want to hear it all.”

  She let out a sigh and sat down at the kitchen table just a few feet from where I’d fucked her face that morning. “What do you want me to say?” she asked.

  “How did it happen. How did it start?”

  “It started in the bar.”

  “How?”

  “You know how these things go. It was the last day. Everyone was letting loose. I had a few too many. He must have seen that. He came over and offered to buy me a drink. At first…at first I thought of saying ‘no.’ I don’t even know why I accepted. It just…it had been so long since I’d been on that end of the chase. It was kind of fun. Then I thought it’s just one drink. And I said yes.”

  I stared at her as she spoke trying to find the truth, the real truth behind her words. Was that how she really felt? Or was she hot from the moment she saw him?

  “We got to chatting and one drink led to another, then a third. Then he asked to walk me to my room.”

  “And?” My jaw was clenched again.

  “And I said yes.”

  “And then?”

  “And then, when we got there, he asked if he could come in.”

  “And you just let him in?”

  Vanessa shook her head. “I don’t know. I guess…I guess I thought that if something happened I would just never tell you. It would be no big deal. Nothing would change between us and I could go back to my old life.”

  “But?”

  “But…something changed.”

  “When he fucked you?” I asked.

  “Because he fucked me.”

  God that stung.

  “You remembered what it was like.”

  Vanessa nodded.

  “Tell me what he did to you.”

  “Richard…” “Tell me!” I snapped.

  Vanessa flinched and leaned back in her chair.

  I didn’t apologize this time.

  “Fine,” she said. She traced her finger along the edge of the table as she collected her thoughts. “Once I’d let him in he spun me around and kissed me on the mouth. I guess he knew he was in.”

  Oh God… “Go on. You kissed him back?”

  “Yeah. I kissed him back.”

  “How did that feel?”

  “It felt…wrong. But in a good way.”

  “Did it make your pussy wet?”

  She eyed me for a long time before answering. “Yeah.”

  I caught her eyes dart down towards my cock. “Then what?”

  “Then…he told me to get undressed.”

  “And you did?”

  “I did.”

  “Did he?” I asked.

  “No. He stood and watched while I did.”

  “And then?”

  “Then he told me he wanted me on my knees.”

  I was starting to get worried I was going to have a heart attack, my heart was beating so wildly. All of the blood had rushed out of my brain straight down into my cock.

  “Then?”

  Vanessa paused a few more seconds. “Then he pulled out his cock and fucked my face. The way you did this morning.”

  An agonizing jealousy twisted through me at the thought of Thomas’ smiling mug as he punched the back of Vanessa’s throat with the head of his cock. “And you liked it, didn’t you?” I seethed.

  Vanessa nodded, a little apologetically.

  “Did he fuck you?”

  Vanessa nodded again.

  “How?”

  “Wit
h my face down against the pillows and my ass up.”

  My raging hard-on and the explosive cocktail of emotions rushing through me had me so wound up. I knew I needed to let off some pressure. Vanessa’s agreement came to mind. I glanced at the clock. Two-thirty. The boys wouldn’t be home for at least an hour. I looked at Vanessa again. “Lie down on the table. Pull your underwear down.”

  Her eyes opened a little wider for a moment but once again, she didn’t object. She lay down on the table and hiked up her dress. Then she pulled her underwear down revealing her glistening slit.

  The little slut was dripping wet. She’d gotten as turned on recounting the story as I had hearing it.

  I didn’t waste any time. I whipped my cock out and pressed it against her pussy. Moisture seeped out of her. I slathered up some of the frothy goo onto my head before pressing into her.

  She gasped, then grunted as I slid into her tight cunt, her nails clawing on the table.

  I was a man possessed again. I started fucking her hard playing over and over in my mind the scene she’d described with Thomas.

  I imagined him spilling his seed into her mouth and her swallowing it up. I imagined Vanessa staring back at him as he piled his cock into her pussy, the same pussy I was fucking now.

  It all twisted together and squeezed my nuts and pretty soon I was sloshing around in my own cum inside Vanessa, some of it oozing out between us.

  I shuddered off the rest of the orgasm and pulled my cock out of her. I was about to tuck it in when she slipped off the table, spun around and crouched in front of me.

  I stared as she picked up my flagging cock, her underwear still down around her ankles. Her dress was still hiked up so that I had a clear view of my own cum that had started drooling out of her and landing in fat beads on the floor.

  Vanessa slurped my cock into her mouth. She gave it a suck and as she did a cum fart splattered then hissed out of her pussy sending more of my cum spraying onto the floor. Vanessa gazed up into my eyes as she cleaned our juices off my cock.

  When she was done, she lifted it up and licked my balls off, then stood up. She swiped at the corner of her mouth with a finger, then licked up the last drop of cum. “Does that feel better?” she asked.

  I nodded. I was still confused as hell but it did feel a lot better.

  “Good. I want to collect on my end of the bargain tomorrow.”

  So much for feeling better. “What?”

  Vanessa turned and walked back over to the counter, picked up her knife and started chopping carrots again. “I want to fuck someone tomorrow. Is that okay?”

  Chapter 5

  The boys came barrelling into the house at that moment which forced me to crawl out of my shock. I put on a good show but every few minutes would keep checking the clock. I couldn’t wait until I could be alone with Vanessa again.

  Dinner was painful in that all I wanted to do was be there for the boys and listen to their stories about the day. All I could think of, though, was what Vanessa had said the moment before they came home.

  When we finally got dishes washed and everyone put to bed I was dying to pick up where we’d left off.

  She’d settled onto the couch with a book but I promptly picked it out of her hands and dragged her up the stairs.

  “Richard, Again?” she asked with some disbelief as I closed the door behind us.

  I shook my head. “You can’t just leave me hanging like that!” I snapped.

  “Hanging?”

  “You just told me you’re going to fuck someone tomorrow! Then you ask me if that’s okay and we can’t find five minutes to talk it out?”

  She shook her there, a look of genuine confusion clouding her expression. “What’s there to talk about?”

  The words took the wind right out of me. Of course she would think that. What was there to talk about? We’d made a deal, right? “Well…I just thought that…”

  Vanessa smiled. “What? That you’d get to use me like a slut but then say ‘no’ when it came time for my end?”

  “I…” Vanessa shook her head as she walked up and put her hands on my chest. “Richard, it’s going to be fine. You’re going to be fine. It’s already happened once and we’re fine, right?”

  Were we? Was I? I didn’t even know any more. “Who is it?” I managed to squeeze that much out.

  Vanessa bit her lip and glanced to one side. “Is that part of the deal? Do I have to tell you? I guess we didn’t sort that out,” she muttered. “Do you really want to know?”

  “Ugh, Vanessa! Of course!”

  “Okay. It’s Thomas. He’s driving through town during the day tomorrow so he checked in.”

  “And you…you…” Vanessa shrugged. “I told him that’d be fine.”

  I felt so helpless in that moment. Vanessa had the most innocent expression on her face, like it was no big deal what she’d just told me. What was worse was that there was nothing I could do to stop what had been set in motion.

  Vanessa seemed determined to do this, to live this life. I could either divorce her or hang on and go along for the ride.

  A thought occurred to me. “I want to watch.”

  Vanessa scowled. “Wait, what?”

  “I want to watch. Is he coming here? I can…” My eyes darted around the room and settled on the closet. “I can hide.” Looking back at Vanessa I found her shaking her head.

  “Unh-uh. No,” she said.

  “What? Why not?”

  She kept shaking her head and sat down on the edge of the mattress. “That’s…weird. That’s…crazy. You can’t watch.”

  “Why not?”

  “What if you freak out?”

  “I won’t. I promise. I’ll just stay quiet in the closet. He’ll never know.”

  She scowled again but I could tell she was thinking about it.

  Excitement and sheer terror at the notion that I might be able to watch another man have sex with my wife gripped me.

  Vanessa looked at me, still unsure. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

  “I’m positive. I feel…I feel like it’ll help. I need a way to deal with all this stuff.”

  “How will watching me help you deal with anything?”

  It was a good question. One I didn’t have an answer for. “I don’t know. I just…maybe if I can make it more real, if I can see it in real life, maybe it’ll stop torturing me so much. Or something.” I wasn’t sure. It sounded about right, though.

  Vanessa sighed and looked around the room. She sat like that for a few minutes, thinking things through. Then she turned to look at me again. “Okay, but not a sound,” she said, pointing a finger at me.

  “Not a sound.”

  And that’s why I called in sick for work the next day. Instead, I sat on the bed staring into the bathroom as I watched Vanessa getting ready.

  She really went all out. She put on lingerie, something she hadn’t done for years with me. She did her hair and put on makeup. All for another man. All for Thomas.

  Or so I thought before she walked out into the bedroom. She raised her arms, palms up in a little ta-da. “What do you think?”

  Something inside of me shifted as I realized that this didn’t have to be all for Thomas. This could be about us. “I think you look amazing,” I breathed.

  Vanessa smiled. She walked over to where I was sitting and put her hand behind my head and pulled me close. She straddled me and sat down in my lap.

  My hard cock pressed into her cunt.

  Vanessa looked into my eyes. “You kind of like this, don’t you?” she said.

  What could I say? My body couldn’t tell a lie. There was something about it that had really charged me up. Vanessa, my wife, was about to be unfaithful again. She was about to violate something between us, something that only we were supposed to share.

  Or that’s what most people thought. The more I thought about it, the more I started to question whether that was right. I’d never been so turned on by and drawn to my wife. I’d neve
r felt a passion for her the way I did now. All because she had slept with another man.

  Even though that was supposed to be wrong, something about the way it was making me feel about her felt very, very right.

  “Are you sure you’re not going to freak out and pop out of the closet in the middle of things? I don’t know if Thomas would like that,” she teased.

  I shook my head. “It’s going to be fine.” And suddenly it felt like we were doing this together. We were getting ready for something, something that would change us and our relationship again. It felt like Vanessa sleeping with another man was going to push us closer, strange as that sounds.

  “Okay. Well you better get in there,” she whispered, then leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. “He’s going to be here soon.” She slipped off my lap and stepped back.

  I got up off the bed and walked over to the closet. I’d put a small stool in there and cleared out some of the clothes. I closed the door and adjusted my seat so I could see through the crack between the doors.

  Vanessa giggled, shook her head, then winked at me before disappearing through the door.

  It had just started to get hot in there when I heard the doorbell downstairs. My heart leaped into my throat and I struggled to get my breathing under control. I heard the sound of the door opening, the muffled voices coming up the stairs. Finally, I heard footsteps coming up and a moment later Vanessa walked into the room with Thomas in tow.

  I hadn’t realized how big he actually was. I guess I just assumed the people in the picture on the website were short or something. He towered over Vanessa and she looked thin and so delicate next to him.

  As she spun around to face him I saw her glance right at me and smile.

  Thomas wasted no time. He cupped her chin in his meaty paw, pressed his lips against hers and shoved his tongue into her mouth. Wrapping his other arm around her he jerked her in closer until he could feel her curves against his body.

  It was hard watching another man be so dominant with Vanessa. She melted under his spell, letting him plunge his tongue deep into her mouth.

  After a while kissing her he pulled away, leaned down and took a deep whiff of her neck. “Fuck you smell good,” he growled. “Your husband at work?”