Fate Had Them (Fall) (Patreon)

This is the second chapter of a commissioned series. Fate Had Them (Meet) is Chapter 1.

Fate Had Them (Fall)

Chapter 2

Three Weeks Later

Rachel never thought that she’d have to manage something more delicate than client accounts. But having an affair was a lot more difficult than having to deal with micromanaging clients, or clients that never responded to requests or wouldn’t pay their balance. It wasn’t the logistics that were hard, it was the emotion and the secrets.

Never mind the actual physical things like trying to come home not smelling like sex. Rachel was having a psychological crisis like she’d never expected she’d have to face, and it was all because of Harry Blackwell and his charm and wit and good looks. And also because he was amazing in bed.

Their time at the conference wasn’t a singular moment in time. A holiday from her marriage and real life. It was the beginning of something more and Rachel just couldn’t fight that fact any longer. Those first two times having sex weren’t the last on that trip. Every night Harry came to her room or she went to his and they ended up in bed. Sometimes they were in such a hurry they almost forgot to put on a condom. That was one boundary that Rachel just couldn’t make herself cross even though she’d tossed all the other rules of being a monogamous married woman out the window.

She gave herself completely to Harry that week. No holding back.

Back home and sitting at the kitchen counter nursing a cup of coffee, she thought back to that week and the weeks after. She thought about the look on Harry’s face as she rode him, hands on his chest bouncing on his cock fast and hard. Nails dug into him. Her breasts bounced and Harry lay back, entranced by her beauty. His groans made Rachel’s nipples hard and she launched herself at him, kissing rough and deep, twisting her tongue with his as his hands found her ass and helped her continue her hard pace.

“Fuck…fuck Rach…oh my god.” He moaned into her mouth, gripping her cheeks hard, giving her spanks, pushing her back down onto his erection with vigor.

“Harry…fuck me…oh fuck Harry please.” She was always desperate. Needy for him. She couldn’t explain it. The draw of her friend. Of her husband’s best friend. It was like a fire had been started and now gasoline was being poured on liberally. What started as a little match flame was now a raging forest fire.

The night before she had to go back home Harry took her from behind. He held her hips and thrust, firm and frenzied. Hips slapping against her luscious rear, making it ripple each time they connected. His fist gripped her hair, pulling and making her back arch, hands gripping the sheets.

“Yes! Oh god fuck I’m cumming Harry! Please…harder!” Most of their love making had been more gentle… and she knew it was love making and not fucking. There was no delusion in Rachel’s mind that this was more than just raw lust. Friends with benefits. It was deeper. She could feel it in her heart and that’s probably the thing that scared her the most.

Harry’s thumb pressed her asshole, as he thrust hard and fast, balls slapping her clit. “Rach…fuck…you’re so tight… fuck…oh fucking shit so good!”

Each plunging thrust made her walls burn, moisten, contract. Her breasts swayed under her, unencumbered. “Please Harry!” She looked back at him, eyes watering with pleasure and pain and desire. “Cum… make me cum… fuck me like I’m yours!”

That declaration hung in the air as they both succumbed to their orgasms. Harry filling up the condom and Rachel screaming, juices dripping down her shaking thighs and coating his balls. They remained frozen for lingering seconds, their union tight and pulsing, making their bodies stiffen and tighten until finally their release subsided and they collapsed next to each other on the bed, panting and gasping. But Rachel wasn’t done. 

She was hungry. Needy. And scared. Scared that the moment it was over she would have to go home and face the consequences of her actions this week.

During the conference, she’d continued her calls with Kevin. He didn’t suspect anything wrong. If she was careful, this would be something that they’d just remember fondly. But Rachel had read too many stories and seen too many shows to know that an affair, even a short one, couldn’t be kept secret forever.

Rachel pulled off the condom and began to luxuriously lick all over Harry’s sensitive prick. “F…fuck Rach…shit careful…” he panted and smiled down at her, shaking from the sensations and overstimulation of her tongue and lips.

“Shut up and let me worship your cock.” She giggled. 

Her lips found his tip and she sucked like it was a straw, drawing out the last remnants of his ejaculation. It was a salty mixture, sticky on her tongue and in her throat as she swallowed. She began to swirl her tongue around his head and down his shaft. His balls dripped with a mixture of cum and her juices, sweet and bitter all at once. Rachel slurped up the mixture they’d made together. She sucked one ball into her mouth making Harry groan, almost whimper. Her tongue lashed and lapped at his hairy sack and then she went to the other and sucked it clean as well.

“Holy shit.” Harry gasped watching as Rachel licked every inch of his shrinking member. Usually he could go a couple rounds, but that last orgasm had been huge and he was empty. His flaccid member was soft in her mouth as she sucked it, enjoying the taste and feel on her lips and tongue.

Rachel smiled at him, his cock in her hand stroking it as she continued to lick around the balls. “Like that, huh?” Her lips glistened with their combined juices and Harry felt his heart skip. Something about her face, her eyes, the dazzling lustful look on her face, it made him… want more.

Finally, Rachel sat up and licked her lips, cheeks flushed as she pushed back her sweaty hair. “I guess… that’s… it huh?”

Harry lay back looking up at her. “Yeah… you, leave in the morning right?”

She nodded, meeting his questioning gaze, her hand was still on his cock, holding it gently and running her thumb along the sensitive tip. “Are…is this… are we going to be okay when we get back home? Are you going to be able to still be cool around Kevin?” The truth of their situation was settling in.

He pushed himself up to a sitting position against the headboard of the bed. “Yeah. I… yeah I think I can manage. You?” 

Rachel sat next to him and pulled up her knees. “I think so…”

“Listen.” Harry interrupted and put a hand on her knee, squeezing it reassuringly. “I’m with you no matter what. If you want to tell him… I’ll back you up. Hell, I’ll take the fall if you want. I’ll tell him I seduced you or something. The last thing I want is for yours and Kevin’s marriage to suffer because of this.”

Rachel was shaking her head and put her hand on his. “No. No you won’t have to do that. I’m an adult Harry. And you didn’t seduce or trick me. We both made a decision. And we made that decision more than once. So, there’s no getting around that. For now…” She thought for a moment, looking at her hand on his. Focusing on the wedding ring Kevin had slipped on her finger on their wedding day. “For now, let’s just keep it quiet. We need to put some time between this weekend and when we are back to our regularly scheduled lives.”

They sat quietly for a moment before Rachel wordlessly slipped off the bed. She grabbed the floral patterned thong she’d tossed to the floor and turned back to Harry. “For the record,” She stepped closer until she was standing before Harry as he sat back on the bed. Her pussy was at eye level, the matted sweaty hair musky and barely hiding the swollen lips of her labia that were still pink from Harry’s fucking. “I don’t regret this Harry.” Her face was soft and smile sweet. “You’re an amazing lover.”

Harry blushed and unconsciously reached out, his hand tracing her hip, down along the V descending between her legs. His fingers traced through her pubic hair, feeling the juices and sweat. Rachel sucked in a breath, closed her eyes and tilted her head back as Harry touched her, a finger slipping along her lips and to the tight hole of her vagina feeling how slick it still was. He brought his fingers back to his mouth and took in a deep breath, smelling her musk. “Fuck Rachel…” He sighed.

Rachel looked back down at him smiling. His cock was starting to stir.

“You’re amazing. The most beautiful…” Harry was cut off as Rachel leaned down and kissed him. She dropped her panties to the floor and quickly climbed back on to the bed, settling her mound against his soft cock that was struggling to become erect.

She moved against him kissing, his hands in her hair. As much as he wanted to, Harry couldn’t get hard again and it was probably a good thing. He was out of condoms. They simply rubbed against each other, her slick folds sliding along his soft length mixing juices and adding more cream that dripped and frothed until it soaked her pubic hair and smeared along Harry’s stomach.

That next day she was on a flight home and putting distance between her and Harry, even if it was only temporary. He would be headed home a couple days later. 

When Rachel arrived home she didn’t even get a chance to greet her husband or relax. Kevin swept her off her feet and carried her to the bedroom as she laughed and protested. Before she knew it, Rachel had her ass in the air, her panties pulled down and Kevin was raw inside her, thrusting hard and fast, holding her hands behind her back and pushing her face down in the bed. “I fucking missed you.” He grunted, ramming hard and deep, slapping her ass hard making it turn pink.

“Ohhhhhhfuuckfufck fuck me Kevin…honey oh my god… oh my god!” She loved when he took her. No questions. Just need and want. Lust. His long dick thrusting deep, stretching her wide. Rough powerful penetration. The pure passion of the man that loved her. She was dripping in an instant even though she was still wearing the comfortable blue sundress she’d chosen for the flight.

“You miss this? Huh? Was that week without cock torture?” Kevin chuckled, thrusting deep, then holding inside her, letting her feel him throb and his balls rub against her clit.

If she hadn’t been fucking Harry all week, Kevin would have been correct. She pushed the thought aside. The memories that were still fresh and the feelings that were still lingering inside her, in her skin and blood and brain, were poison if she let them invade this moment of intimacy with her husband. She turned her focus to the cock that was inside her. On swiveling her hips. Leaning over her, Kevin put his hand on the back of her head and pushed, sinking just a little deeper into her upturned pussy. “You like that babe? You like my cock deep in that little cunt?” He was growling, lustful and amorous and thrilled at having his wife back home.

“Yes! God yes!” She moaned into the sheets. “Fuuuuuck honey, go slow. I wanna feel it all please please daddy.” Her words were honest, but she was also still somewhat sore from her week with Harry. 

It was a paradox. 

She wanted to feel her husband pound and fuck her. She’d missed him even though she’d been spending all her time with Harry. But she ached from all the use she’d gotten. Plus, she wasn’t used to condoms and no matter how much lube and how wet she was, there was always that added friction that had rubbed her raw.

Thankfully, Kevin listened. He moved slower, but still firm. Sliding out of her slippery tight pussy and then pushing back in, inch by inch, groaning right along with her. “Yeah. Fuck, look at those clining lips. Fuck babe you are always so hungry for me.”

Rachel giggled and tried to look back even as Kevin held her down. “You’re so big honey. God it feels good. Like this. Make me whine for it.”

“Oh, no worries. I’m not gonna rush this.” And he didn’t. For the next ten minutes he moved slow, in and out, making her begin to cream and drip. Her orgasm began to build lazily, slowly winding up and up, inside her tighter and tighter. Kevin moved his hands from her head to her lower back, holding it, a foot on either side of her, squatting behind her ass pushing deep into her tunnel. “So fucking good baby. Ohhh shit I love this. I missed your cunt. Squeeze it. Milk my cum baby, I’m close.”

Rachel arched and flexed her muscles, clenching her husband’s cock and pushing herself over the edge. The orgasm was a lazy wave. A tide moving in, steady and all encompassing. She gushed her love all over the bed and Kevin joined her, pulsing inside her. Her husband’s cum shot into her depths, into the heart of where only a day ago Harry had been. Where Harry’s release had been restricted by a condom, Rachel now felt the raw feeling of heat against her cervix, coating her velvet wall. Her whimpers filled the room with love and pleasure.

After they came down, they lay holding each other close and breathing slowly. “I missed you.” Kevin said, pressing his lips to her forehead.

Guilt washed over her as she felt the tenderness of his lips and how tightly he held her. “I missed you too.” It was true. Being away from Kevin was always hard. Reconnecting was always wonderful. But now… now there was something else. All the feelings were still there. She’d missed her husband and wanted to get back home and back into bed and back into the comfortable routine they’d built over the years. However, now she had a longing to be back in that hotel room. Back with Harry.

She needed to put this behind her. It was a wild week. But she couldn’t keep hold of it. That week, those feelings and experiences needed to be put into a box and shelved inside her heart. Maybe she’d revisit one day when she was older. Right now she was married. She had a life to maintain and on top of that, Kevin and her had been discussing having kids. Not anytime soon but it was in their plans and Rachel couldn’t be going around with Harry if she and Kevin were trying for kids.

No. She’d had a unique and wonderful experience. But it was just a once in a lifetime moment. Nothing more. Now she was home, and that was that.

…

The next weeks proved Rachel to be a liar to herself, and her husband.

…

The memories and thoughts moved to the back of her mind as Kevin came into the kitchen in a rush.

“Morning babe.” He gave Rachel a kiss on the cheek and then went and started to pour himself a thermos of coffee. “I’ve gotta head out. I’m running late. I forgot I had a meeting this morning.” Glancing back at her he gave a suggestive wink. “Probably something to do with how much you wore me out last night.”

Rachel chuckled and took a sip from her mug. “Yeah well, don’t blame me when you’re the one that wouldn’t let me leave the bed.”

Kevin shrugged, shouldering his messenger bag. “What can I say, you make staying in bed fun.”

She stuck out her tongue playfully at him as he came by, gave her another kiss and then headed to the door. “I might be a little late tonight, this day is all about meetings.”

“Okay.” She replied.

“Aren’t you gonna get ready?” He paused for a moment and looked back at her as his hand was on the door.

“Oh, I’m gonna work from home today. Just need a break from the office.” There was truth to what she’d said. The office had been extremely busy lately and she was constantly pulled in different directions anytime someone saw her. She barely had a moment's peace. So taking a day to just chill at home and do what she needed remotely was a good idea. She’d been doing it a couple times a week since getting back from the conference.

“Cool.” Kevin said. “Get some rest and don’t work yourself too hard. Working from home is supposed to be relaxing.” He blew Rachel a kiss and then was out the door.

She sat and listened as the door to Kevin’s car slammed, the engine revved and then he was pulling away from the house and gone. The house became quiet. Unsettlingly quiet. The oppressive silence made the guilt she was feeling all the more potent, but that didn’t stop her from getting up, putting her mug in the sink and going to the bedroom.

The feelings of shame didn’t stop her as she shed her robe, revealing her nudity, and pulling out a sexy pair of silk gold boy short panties and matching bra. None of the feelings swirling around inside of her stopped her from putting on a light amount of make up, making sure her hair was the sexy sort of bedhead.

And nothing inside her heart, not the love she had for Kevin and her marriage, or the knowledge that the path she was treading down was treacherous, dangerous, stopped her from laying on her bed, holding her phone up and giving a sultry look, legs spread wide open revealing a tight cameltoe with just a hint of pubic hair sticking out taking a selfie, and texting Harry.

Rachel: Come get me.

Not five minutes later the backdoor opened and shut softly. Rachel listened intently as she lay back on the bed, one arm up over her head and the other gently resting on her stomach, a mirror image of Rose from the Titanic when she was being sketched.

Harry came into view, standing in the doorway dressed in casual jeans and T. His eyes widened at seeing Rachel on the bed, looking like pure sexual desire.

For three weeks now they’d been carrying on their affair. Rachel hadn’t been able to hold off even a week after Harry came back from his business trip. They’d met for coffee to talk and somehow, as if it were fate, they ended up parked in the back of a shopping center. Harry awkwardly sat in the back seat with Rachel riding him, moaning as his thick cock sank inside of her over and over. The car bounced, rocked, and thankfully there was no one around to come knocking.

The windows steamed up even though the temperature outside was mild. Rachel moaned, arms around Harry’s neck kissing him like she was dying of thirst. Their lips slid and sucked, tongues tangling and teeth nipping. They’d barely gotten the condom on before Rachel sank herself onto him. The feeling of his balls against her ass was heaven and his grip was tight and controlling, helping her bounce hurriedly until they both came quick and messy.

They just couldn’t deny their attraction. The pull. And it was more than sex. They both knew it. And it thrilled and scared them.

Even now, as she watched him, exposing herself and offering everything on her marital bed, Rachel was scared. Terrified. 

Harry pulled off his shirt. The fine tone of his stomach and chest, not chiseled but healthy, made Rachel tremble as she opened her legs, panties pressed tightly against her sex and her neatly trimmed pubic hair pushing against the material. She moved her hand between her thighs and caressed the puff where her mound pushed out.

“Rach…” Harry’s voice was raspy as he stepped closer, hand reaching to unbutton his jeans.

“Let me.” She whispered and leaned forward, pushing his hand away and undoing his fly while still touching herself. His jeans opened and she tugged at his boxers to reveal his beautiful cock, ready and red and throbbing.

“Rachel…I know I keep asking. But… are you sure?”

Every single time they’d been together, Harry had asked the same thing. He hated betraying his friend. Of course, he was a hypocrite. Just like Rachel was. They hated doing this behind Kevin’s back. They hated the betrayal. But they couldn’t stop themselves. Each time they saw each other, it was as if they became more and more intertwined. Magnets attracting. Longing to click together.

Rachel lay back and looked up at Harry, unsure but resolved. She’d thought through her actions over and over. About how she was betraying her husband. How her actions weren’t just threatening her marriage but Harry and Kevin’s friendship. About a future that she’d been picturing with Kevin for longer than they’d been married. Everything was screaming that this was wrong. That it would end in disaster.

And yet she couldn’t stop herself from laying back and opening her legs, rubbing her hand along her pussy and feeling the heat of her sinful desire. Reaching out, Rachel took Harry’s length in her hand, feeling the head and the softness and firmness of his skin and the fullness of his erection. “I’m not sure about anything Harry.” She pulled him towards her lips and kissed it, the precum sticking to her lips and trailing a little dripping string. “And I know you aren’t either. But…” Rachel let the pad of her thumb rub up and down along the underside of his head. “You feel it right?”

Harry swallowed hard and nodded. “Yeah. Every time I see you Rach… I’m on fire. And… I don’t just mean my erection or anything. I’ve always thought you were attractive. Sexy. Hell the first time Kevin introduced you to me I masturbated thinking about you in that pretty green dress you wore. Not even naked. Though… I’ll admit that did happen later on occasion. But… this… what’s happening… it’s more.”

His hand found her cheek, thumb sliding along her jaw. “I… this… it’s not just sex Rachel. If that’s all you’re thinking or wanting then we have to stop. It’s wrong enough that we are doing this at all. But if all it is is something physical…”

Rachel was shaking her head. “It’s not.” Her eyes began to water. Even as she was on the verge of sobbing, she leaned in and kissed all over Harry’s cock. “It’s not. And I hate myself for it Harry. I love Kevin. I love him so much. He’s deep in my heart. He’s part of my soul. But… something… I don’t know… do you think it’s possible to love more than one person? And I don’t mean like friend love.”

Harry’s breaths were heavy. “Love?”

She looked up, his cock at her lips as she gently rubbed it along the line of her mouth. “Yes.” She breathed.

“I… I think… I think I love you…too…” His voice was so soft.

Tears were sliding down Rachel’s cheeks. “I know. Me too.” Her mouth found his cock and swallowed him, slow and steady till her nose was pressed against him making Harry groan, hand finding her hair and gripping to steady himself.

Salty tears dripped down and mingled with the wet slickness of Rachel’s lips and Harry’s cock. She swallowed every inch over and over, solidifying his erection, making it throb and dribble precum all along her tongue and lips.

When Rachel finally came up for air, she was sobbing. “Oh god, Harry. I’m terrible. I don’t want to do this to Kevin.”

Harry was at her side in an instant. It was almost comical, his pants around his legs, practically falling into the bed. Somehow he managed to keep his dignity and pulled Rachel to him, her back against his chest and her head on his shoulder as she cried. His erection was nestled between her cheeks, unrelenting even as their emotions unraveled. Harry was quietly crying too, his tears falling into Rachel’s hair.

“How…how can…” She was starting to hiccup. “How can you love… me… when…I’m an… an…adulteress.”

He kissed her cheek. “I love you because of how you feel right now. I love you because I’ve seen how much you love Kevin. He’s my best friend and I could only ever want what’s best for him. And I’m jealous of it. Of the love you share. So I guess I have the same question. How could you love me when I’m coveting my friend’s wife. When I’m jealous and want to have what he does?”

Rachel rolled over and roughly kissed Harry’s mouth, biting his lip. “I have the same answer. Because I’ve seen how good of a friend you are. How much you love Kevin. How well you treat him and me. You’re a kind man Harry. Gentle and good. But that doesn’t mean you can’t be selfish too. And this is selfish. I want Kevin. I need him. But I need you too!” Her hand moved down between them, starting to stroke him as his cock pressed against her mound.

“I need you Rachel.” He answered back, kissing hard and hands grabbing her ass tight.

Their emotions were running wild. Guilt. Lust. Love and shame. Every touch was burning hell fire. A threat of punishment to come if they were discovered.  Kevin would be devastated. Their families and friends would gawk at the scandal. They’d be another statistic in the world of cheating spouses and friends.

But they couldn’t resist. It was passion and desire and selfish need.

Rachel was pressing herself against Harry, breasts rubbing against his chest through the thin material of her bra. She moved his cock along her mound in the panties, smearing them with his precum.

Whatever confessions they had to give were lost as their lips and tongues twisted. They were panting each other’s names in need. Harry began to scramble, pulling at her panties, his cock throbbing with the desire to…

“Shit.” Harry muttered.

Rachel bolted up looking around. “What! Is it Kevin?”

Harry grabbed her arm gently. “No. No. I… I just… was in a hurry this morning. I forgot to bring a condom.”

Rachel looked down at Harry, cheeks red and face glowing with her arousal. “Oh…” She muttered after a moment of thought. They’d agreed that Harry needed to always bring condoms with him. Rachel couldn’t risk keeping any around. How would she explain them if Kevin found them? They hadn’t used condoms since before they’d gotten engaged. So that was Harry’s responsibility.

And now it meant they couldn’t have sex. Or, at least they shouldn’t.

Silence stretched tight like a piano wire. Reverberating. Humming as it was pulled tighter. They stared into each other’s eyes. They’d already crossed so many lines. And they knew this wasn’t just some sexual affair.

Rachel reached down, absently caressing Harry’s throbbing cock. It was burning hot. She’d become so familiar with it, the shape and weight and strength. What would it feel like though, to feel it inside her bare? To feel that pulsing heat, the thrusts deep rubbing raw against her walls. How would it feel to have Harry empty himself inside her? To feel his cum deep inside, dripping and soaking into her walls.

It sent shivers through her. And it stirred memories. Memories of when Kevin was first inside her without protection. How intimate it was. Personal. To have no barriers. There was something clearly primal about it but their primitive primate brains had moved past those base instincts and emotions had developed. If Harry slid inside her with nothing between them… it was that final barrier.

Rachel had been keeping that one part separate. She had given almost everything to Harry. Everything except her full love and full body with nothing separating them. Her hand stroked him slowly as they lay, considering the implications of the possibilities. Could they do it? They’d already cheated. Multiple times. And this wasn’t some accidental meetings and falling into bed. They were making plans.

Heat burned between them, warping the air. It had the smell of fire. Of the baking sun. Their intensity, overpowering.

She pulled his cock and pressed it to her mound, feeling the pressure of him and the thin barrier of her underwear, now soaking and even softer against her clit. They lay with their foreheads pressed against each other, panting as Harry’s cock rubbed against her around in small circles. Up and down. Rachel's raw hard nipples pressing against Harry’s chest.

The tension was impossible. Straining to hold back. Rachel opened her legs more and Harry slid his cock against her valley, into her cameltoe. The feeling of his best friend's wife was blasphemous bliss. Wet. Oily sticky sweetness seeping through her panties onto his burning taught skin. His balls began to tighten. Rachel’s hand gripped him tighter and pressed him more firmly against her, almost penetrating into her opening, the panties stretching over his cock head. He could feel his tip nestled there, at the opening of a fireplace.

They were panting louder. Hearts pounding in time. He gripped her arm as she began stroking and milking his cock against her opening.

“Fu…fuck…” Harry groaned and then couldn’t hold back any longer. He shot his load against her panties, pressed to her vaginal opening. They both felt his cum oozing and sliding through the thin lace of the underwear and sticking to her skin.

Their moans mixed, bodies trembling as Harry jerked and throbbed, cumming, soaking Rachel’s hand and panties and sticking against her hair and skin beneath.

Before either of them could even begin to come down from the heightened sense of sexual release… Harry’s stomach growled so loudly it sounded like a feral cat warning someone off from its territory.

Rachel cracked. Her smile spread and her hand fell away from Harry’s cock. Laughter poured out and Harry quickly joined her. They began rolling on the bed in a fit. 

Still chuckling, Rachel rolled off the bed. “Come on.” She sighed, wiping a tear from her eye as she struggled to keep her laughter in check. Her panties were plastered to her, sticky and layered with white drying cream. “Let me make you something for breakfast.”

…

Up to that point, Rachel and Harry had been merely meeting and indulging in their sexual desire. They knew it was more than that, there were deeper feelings at play. But they hadn’t taken the more intimate step of… time.

Now they were sitting at the table, eating eggs and bacon and drinking coffee. Half naked. And just talking. Laughing about silly things happening at work. Talking about the struggles of the day to day and the movies they’d seen and shows they were watching.

When they’d cleaned their plates and were sipping their coffee, their hands found each other across the table and laced their fingers together. That day, they didn’t have sex. If they’d been worried about their affair before, now they were becoming completely unraveled.

Affairs were supposed to be heat and sweat and passion. Not breakfast and holding hands.

But… that one instance changed everything.

The next time they met, it was for dinner after work. Rachel told Kevin she was meeting a friend. And that was true. Harry and her went to a nice place on the other side of town and enjoyed each other’s company. When they finished, he gave her a soft, almost chaste kiss before seeing her to her car and letting her go home.

It was the third time they did something like this that Rachel came to the obvious realization…

“We’re dating.” She put down her wineglass. They’d gone to a nice restaurant on the river that was quiet and romantic. Candles lit the night. The soft sounds of flowing water and chirping crickets filled the space.

Harry set his drink down, a Scotch on the rocks, and settled back in his chair. “Holy fuck. We are.” His face paled for a moment. They caught each other’s eyes. Their wardrobe was classy date night attire. An elegant dress and a nice suit. Not overly stylish as if they were going to a dinner party, but as if they were trying to impress.

Rachel stared at her wine and then at the candles, finally she returned her gaze to Harry. “Harry… I… I love Kevin.” It came out strained, a thread of guilt tightly tangled in her words.

He was nodding. “I know. I… I’m not… I would never want to pull you away from him.” The ice in his glass clinked. “But… I guess there’s no point in lying. Not considering how deep we’ve gotten.” He met her worried gaze. “I like you Rachel. Always have. And… now, now it’s more. Much more.”

Their hands unconsciously met, fingers tangling.

“I know. Me too.” Rachel whispered.

“So… what do we do?” Harry held her hand tightly.

“What are we supposed to do?” Rachel breathed. “We’ve been sneaking around behind Kevin’s back. We’re dating for fuck’s sake. There’s no denying it.” She waved around the restaurant. “But I’m not leaving Kevin.” She said it firmly and even looked at Harry as if challenging him to try to talk her out of it.

“I’d never ask you. Never. Even as much as…” He stopped and grimaced and then looked down sadly. “As much as I love you, I would never want to hurt Kevin like that. It wouldn’t be fair to him. Or you even. Because honestly I’ve never really been interested in getting married. But… with you… I don’t wanna let you go. I know that makes me selfish. Pretty much makes me the definition of a homewrecker.”

“It takes two to wreck a home.” Rachel sighed, eyes glistening, still gripping Harry’s hand.

They sat quietly for a long time, unsure what to say or how to untangle the twisted web they’d woven for themselves. Was there any way to fix this? To make it work where no one got hurt? Or had they simply damned themselves because they couldn’t contain their desire?

…

That night after dinner, Rachel went back to Harry’s place. Despite the tension and confusion they were both feeling, as well as the guilt, it wasn’t stopping them from coming together. Once inside, Harry had her up against the wall, pushing up the hem of her dress and fingers finding the warm center, barely covered by her rose red panties. He rubbed her gently, circling her clit just the way she liked, making her moan into his mouth, biting his lip.

They knew what they were doing was wrong. Maybe that’s what made it all the more enticing. Exciting. It was the forbidden. And yet it felt so right.

Dress up around her hips, Rachel mewled softly as Harry bit her neck. His lips sucked at her skin, tasting the salt and sweetness of her. Suddenly all those vampire stories made sense. Digging his fingers into her ass, he lifted her and her feet came up and legs circled his waist.

His hand was trapped between their bodies, fingers rubbing her clit over the thin material of her underwear. Rachel’s arousal was dripping, soaking through and sticking to Harry’s fingers. Her breaths were shallow and hungry as she exposed her throat to his mouth.

“Harry…” She sighed, hands around his neck, nails digging into him through his shirt.

There was a desperate need between them that was growing. Every day. Every time they saw each other. And especially every time they were intimate. It was exactly like when Rachel was dating Kevin. She could remember those nights. Days. Going out and then coming back together, exploring each other’s bodies. Discovering the little spots that made each other excited. That made them moan.

Harry’s fingers slipped past her panties and rubbed against her smooth labia, slick and warm. They moved against her, already familiar and yet still learning all the hills and valleys of her womanhood. Two fingers slipped between her lips, making her gasp as they found her entrance, tight and burning, and began to stretch, taking him in.

“So fucking warm.” He groaned and bit at her neck again, harder.

“Please…” She whimpered.

The fingers began to move in and out, shallow but still stimulating her as his thumb rubbed her little clit, sending pulses of pleasure and electricity through her whole body. Slick sounds filled the room along with their breaths and moans. Two fingers moved deeper inside, finding the bundle of nerves, sending jolts through her making juices drip all over his hands.

“I need you.” Rachel grabbed hold of Harry’s hair and pulled his head up from her neck and smashed her lips against his. Biting his lip and almost making it bleed as they kissed. Her other hand moved and began fumbling with his pants, unbuckling and unbuttoning until she was able to pull out Harry’s throbbing cock, the warmth and taught skin making her tremble as she guided him to her entrance.

“Fuck!” They moaned together as his penis slid inside her, the walls tight, sucking at him and clinging as he sank inside deeper and deeper.

“Oh fuck Harry.” She was almost crying. It felt so good. So wrong, but so good. It was the same sort of feeling she felt when Kevin penetrated her. It was raw…

Oh god. It was raw. He didn’t have a condom on!

Rachel’s eyes flew open and met Harry’s. His gaze was intense and boiling hot. They stood against the wall. Frozen in their heat. Rachel's back against the wall, Harry between her legs and his cock nearly balls deep inside her. There was all but one inch left. One inch and then she’d have all of him. Uncovered. Unprotected. Complete.

Panting, she held onto him tight and wrestled with the realization that there was no taking this back. They’d accidentally crossed the line. That one thin little line that had been drawn that somehow divided this affair from something fun and different to something serious.

“You…you’re in me.” She gasped, as if it was a revelation.

He nodded. “I… I can feel you.”

Her hands were in his hair, holding tight, trembling. Rachel flexed her muscles and she felt Harry’s cock respond. Pulsing and twitching inside her. The feeling of warm skin on skin. Completely exposed. Raw. Tender. Juicy. She almost wanted to laugh because she felt like she was thinking about steak rather than sex. But maybe cooking was like sex. Their raw parts burning and cooking and marinating in heat and juices. It was delicious. Succulent. 

It was perfect in its sin.

Rachel kissed Harry, every ounce of desire she had that had been building over the last weeks since they’d begun this affair. “I love you.” She gasped into his mouth, tongues dancing as he held her tighter and finally he pushed himself completely inside of Rachel. The feeling of his heavy balls against her sent shivers down her spine.

“I love you too.” Harry confessed, feeling Rachel’s cunt like a burning prison around his cock. It was blissful pain. Agony he would never forget or deny.

Slowly, they moved together. Harry moving Rachel up and down on his length. Base to tip. Sinking in over and over, feeling her wetness coating and dripping down his balls and legs. Her lips gripped him, dragging along his shaft, their pubic hair tangling and becoming matted and slick with their fluids. “God you’re so fucking wet.”

“Fuck me…fuck me Harry, god I wanna feel you in me. All of you. Like this.” She pushed herself against the wall so he’d have more leverage. Harry thrust harder, deeper. Claiming her. The walls of her vagina clamped down, squeezing, juices oozing and frothing at their union.

“Rach…fuck Rachel I love you. God I love you. I’m sorry. Fuck I’m sorry. I…oh god, I don’t…wanna do this…mmmm… to Kevin…”

Rachel was shaking her head, holding on for dear life as Harry fucked her cunt. Thrusting. Squelching noises from both their fluids saturating the room. “I know…I know… oh god fuck… fuck… I love him… I love my husband…fuck… Harry don’t stop. I know it’s wrong. I know. But fuck I want it! I need it. Don’t stop!” Rachel’s back rubbed against the wall, her ass free in the air as Harry pushed her and thrust, making her jolt, stuck between a rock hard cock and a sheet rock wall.

They began moving faster. Up and down. Thumping hard against the wall. Harry’s cock was slick with her cream, dripping down Harry’s thighs. He brought his hands to her ass, gripping more firmly to drive even deeper and harder inside the sinful hole of another man’s wife. 

Her wetness pure silk and cream. His fingers dug into her ass leaving bruises. “Rachel.” He was gasping for air, tears welling up at the corners of his eyes. “I’m… I’m gonna…” Harry was stuck. He didn’t want to pull out. Not ever. But he could feel his climax coming. They’d already crossed what felt like the last line… but he realized there was one more. A truly intimate line.

“I’m gonna cum.” He gasped, straining to keep hold and not release.

Rachel moaned and bit down on his shoulder. “Do it. Do it Harry. I want it. I need it. Cum inside me. Please! Fuck I wanna feel your cum inside me!” She was almost screaming now with want. Tears were on her cheeks and she grabbed his hair, pressed his mouth to her neck, his lips sucking and biting.

“Ah…AHHHHHH FUCK!” Harry groaned and despite his better judgment, couldn’t deny the woman he loved. His balls began to contract and his cock shot the largest, thickest load he’d ever released inside his best friend’s wife. It was a burning spurting cannon of cum filling up every inch inside Rachel’s pussy.

Rachel’s orgasm followed right behind his. The feeling of his warm seed shooting deep inside her bare pussy was too much. It pushed her over the edge. Her orgasm hit hard and made her juices splash and gush around their union, mixing with his potent sperm. She heard it drip all over the floor as her eyes rolled back.

“Yes! Ohhhhhh fuck yes Harry! God I love this feeling! I want it! All of it! You! All of it!” Rachel’s mind flooded with the taboo possibilities of Harry’s cum finding its way to her womb. Of taking root. Her mind flooded with the treacherous ideas of becoming pregnant by another man.

Harry’s primal mind was in sync with Rachel. Imagining his seed claiming her. Making her belly swell as he shot ribbon after ribbon, thrusting uncontrollably. The wet slaps and squelching sounds like feet getting sucked into a mud puddle filled the room even as their breaths and moans tried to overtake them. They pressed against each other. Harry kept humping. Rachel’s ass pounded against the wall putting a small dent into it.

They were one. Inseparable. Fluids dripping and staining Harry’s pants and making the floor beneath them slick. He pumped a few more shots, gasping at how deep the orgasm hit him as he filled her. And even as his orgasm subsided, he was still hard.

Awkwardly, but without a word, Harry walked towards his bedroom still holding Rachel in his arms with her pussy impaled on him. He nearly tripped when he entered the room, but managed to reach the bed and lay Rachel down. They wasted no time or words. Harry pushed Rachel’s legs up further, slipping his cock out of her and for a moment admired her glistening folds and swollen pink lips as he held her legs wide. Thick white cream was dripping down between her ass cheeks.

Rachel lay back panting, eyes closed allowing herself to recover. Feeling Harry’s thick cum inside her, slowly dripping out of her. It was a sensation she’d always loved when having sex with Kevin. Now she was experiencing it with another man and it was equally as beautiful and transcendent. She reached down, running her fingers through her bush, along her wet lips and dipped her fingers into her opening feeling the thick warmth of Harry’s semen.

“You came in me.” She muttered and smiled, looking up at Harry as she pulled her fingers away, cum dripping from them in long sticky strings.

“Fuck.” He muttered. It was erotic and taboo and beautiful and terrible and right and wrong. It was everything. It was the beginning of the end. Before, he could have made the excuse that at least he hadn’t had sex with Rachel bare. That was one thing she had kept for Kevin. But now… now Harry had everything. Everything Kevin had, was his too.

Pushing Rachel’s legs up further, her ass lifting off the bed, doubling her over, Rachel moaned and looked down at the mess of her pussy. It was hovering over her now and the glaze that Harry had left behind was starting to drip along her stomach. Her labia were swollen and pink from the punishing pounding Harry had given her.

She wanted more. She was in heat and there was no denying how much she wanted Harry to take her again.

Harry ran his fingers along her mound, gathering up juices and cum and moved them down to her puckering pink rose. He smeared it on her and pressed a finger inside, getting her ready. This wasn’t something they indulged often, but even anal had been with a condom. Tonight, all barriers were down. All pretense that they could stop this was gone.

Reaching down, Rachel pulled her cheeks open for Harry. Exposing herself truly and completely as he stood on the bed, squatting down and aiming his cock at her asshole. “Please, Harry.” She was crying now. The emotion of it all. The truth of what was happening and what they’d done was overwhelming, but undeniable.

The bulb of his cock pressed to her little rose. It didn’t take as much effort as he thought, their juices coating him and the friction from the condom that was usually there was gone. His cock slipped inside her ass and Rachel moaned. The pressure pushed out more cum, her pussy upturned, dripping and bubbling down her stomach, pooling in her bellybutton and continuing its journey down between her breasts. Her dress had been pushed up and Rachel quickly struggled out of it, exposing her little red shelf bra that put her nipples on display.

She trailed her fingers through the sticky mess that was making a river down her body and began rubbing it over her tits, over her nipples like they were chapped and needed a balm.

Harry groaned and sank deep inside her ass, more of his cum gushing from her pussy and trailing down her stomach.

“Fuck me Harry.” She cooed and lay back, rubbing their juices into her breasts. “Fuck everything. All of me. Take me. Take me. Take me.”

He did. He didn’t relent or hesitate. Harry began fucking her ass, making her cheeks shake and her tits bounce as she watched from below, seeing his cock piston in and out of her little back door. Soon she was rubbing her pussy and pressing her own fingers inside, scooping out his semen, letting it drip and dribble. Some of it she rubbed into her skin. Into her tits. Some she licked and sucked from her fingers as she watched this new man, this man she’d come to love just like she loved her husband, pound into her tight little ass. They were lost in debauchery. Cum and cock and cunt. Flesh and sweat.

They lost track of time. All sense of space. It was just them.

Soon Harry was alternating. Fucking her ass and then fucking her pussy. In and out. Back and forth. Using both of her holes.

“Cum in my ass…do it Harry. I know you want to. You’ve always wanted to.” Rachel moaned.

It was something he’d confessed to her. That no woman had let him cum inside her ass. For whatever reason that was too far for the women he’d seen previously. But now, Rachel was offering it. Offering everything. No holding back. No barriers. She was his unapologetically.

It was barely a minute before he was creaming inside her. Shooting deep into her ass making them both gasp at the sudden sensation of her clenching tunnel, milking him as he gushed like a firehydrant. They were panting and shaking, their releases in sync as Rachel gripped Harry’s forearms and he held tight to her thighs.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckohfuckfuck!” Rachel screamed, her pussy dripping all down her stomach. She was a mess of sweat and semen and sex. Her whole body shook with her orgasm and the feeling of Harry pressed as deep as he could go made it linger and rush through her as if it would never stop.

Rachel began to cry. The intense feeling of her orgasm, of Harry on top of her, inside her, and the realization that she couldn’t deny her feelings anymore. She’d fallen in love with Harry. Somehow. She’d let him in. Her marriage to Kevin was solid. Good. She’d never felt like she was missing anything at all. But Harry had slipped in through the unseen cracks and made a home in her heart. He hadn’t replaced Kevin. Far from it. She felt nothing but unconditional love for Kevin and never wanted to lose him. But now… now she had two loves.

It was selfish. Some would probably label it worse than just having an affair. Being in love with two men. Wanting them both. She’d heard about Polyamourous relationships. Non-monogamous marriages. Things like that. But she’d never imagined that she’d be a part of one.

But you’re not Rachel. Kevin doesn’t know. He’s not a consenting partner. Right now, regardless of your love for anyone, you’re cheating. You’re committing adultery. You’ve lied and betrayed Kevin and that might be worse than the affair itself. Though, if it were only sex…

Too many conflicting emotions and ideas and details were swimming through Rachel’s endorphin flooded brain. She cried. Sobbed.

Harry moved to be next to her. Holding her tightly, pressing her back against him. Cum continued to leak from both her used holes, the feeling beautiful and taboo and sticky. Rachel loved it. Even as she cried she pushed her ass back against him, wiggling unconsciously.

It took a while to calm down, the feeling of pleasure coursing through Rachel’s veins, mixing with her guilt so overwhelming that it made her heart pound as if it were trying to burst out of her chest. Harry held her tight, understanding the turmoil she was in. Because he was experiencing it too. He’d fallen for his best friend’s wife. Hard. Fast. Unconditional. No other woman had ever made him feel this way and it was something he desperately wanted to hold onto. But he knew that if Rachel said the word, he’d leave her alone. If Kevin found out, he wouldn’t stand in his way if he wanted to try working things out with his wife.

But it was still heartbreaking. There was no good answer. No good outcome. Every single option Harry thought of ended in someone getting hurt. There was no happily ever after.

He clung to her tighter and kissed the back of her head. They’d dug themselves into this mess and there was no going back.

…

Kevin sat in the living room, mindlessly flipping through the endless choices on one of the various streaming services they had, when he heard the front door open and quietly shut. He’d been up having a drink and relaxing, waiting for Rachel to get home. 

It wasn’t strange for Rachel to be out late. Sometimes it was work. Other times she went out with some of her coworkers for drinks or friends. So hearing his wife slip in quietly at nearly eleven o’clock wasn’t all that strange. In fact, Kevin would have shrugged it off had it not been for Rachel’s strange behavior the past few weeks.

It wasn’t anything drastic. Just little things. Signs that only a spouse would notice. Things like makeup. Underwear. Closing her phone more quickly when Kevin walked by.

You’re looking too much into it Kev. Come on. It’s not a crime to start taking care of yourself or paying closer attention to things. She’d always dressed nice. Paid attention to her appearance.

But the cynical and scared part of Kevin couldn’t shake the feeling. Dressing nice was one thing, but Rachel had started to wear clothes that were slightly more form fitting than normal. The curves of her chest and ass were far more prominent in the blouses and skirts she was choosing. Sometimes tight enough that he could see the outline of her underwear.

And that was the next nagging sign. Rachel usually wore plain, but tasteful panties and bras. Nothing overly sexy, at least not for her day to day routine. But suddenly all Kevin was seeing in the laundry were thongs and strings. Satin and lace. Slightly sheer… and one pair was basically transparent. That pair had been heavily soaked with the scent of Rachel’s pussy. Kevin knew the aroma very well and there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that Rachel had been soaking wet when she wore them.

It wasn’t a crime to dress sexy or wear dainty, dinky underthings. Men went through midlife crises and bought big trucks and motorcycles or sports cars. Maybe women when they went through something similar started dressing and wearing more sexy things. Something to remind them of their youth and beauty.

Maybe she was dressing that way because she wanted Kevin to notice her more? Had he not been paying her enough attention? That didn’t seem likely. He was always giving her compliments. Their love making and fucking were always passionate and wild. So what could it be?

He couldn’t exactly put his finger on it.

Plus, there was something even deeper that Kevin had noticed. An air about Rachel that was… disconcerting. It was the way a child might act when they were trying to hide something.

Kevin quietly stepped out into the hall to see Rachel putting her coat up on the hook. Her eyes were slightly puffy, red, and her face flushed. Her dress was wrinkled and her hair tangled. Nothing too strange for a night out, especially if she’d been drinking more than normal.

Rachel took a shuddering breath and rubbed at her eyes before turning and gasping, seeing Kevin standing at the end of the hall with a worried look. “Hey. I didn’t wake you did I?” She checked her watch.

“No. I was just watching tv. You okay?” He could tell she’d been crying. The look wasn’t one he was overly familiar with thankfully, but it was distinct enough that he recognized she was upset.

“Oh. Yeah. I’m fine. Just… a little too much to drink.” She chuckled sadly. “Tipsy girls make for a pretty catty time.”

“Did you get in a fight with one of the girls?”

She shook her head. “Not exactly. More like… an emotional rollercoaster. Drunk crying. I should probably learn to stop at two drinks rather than four or five.” Her arms slid around Kevin’s waist, hands pressing against his back under his shirt, feeling his warm skin.

Kevin took a breath. Rachel didn’t smell like alcohol. In fact, she didn’t smell like a bar or a club. Not that he was some expert about how those places smelled or left a person smelling, but he’d been out with Rachel enough times to know that she wouldn’t smell… like sex.

His stomach flipped. Jaw clenching, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly as she rested her head against his chest. The scent of sweat and arousal was as pungent as alcohol would have been. The scent was clinging to her like glitter. Almost invisible but in the right light it would shine.

He smelled it on her. Sex. Pure and simple. It made his heart hammer against his chest. His eyes took her in as he held her and noticed a slight red mark on her neck, near her collarbone.

A hickey?

Maybe just a rash or a bug bite.

The idea that Rachel was cheating was the last thing he wanted to consider. The thought of his beautiful wife in the arms of another man… or what if it was a woman? Maybe she wasn’t lying about being with the girls, just… one particular girl…

The erection this gave him was confusing. Cheating was cheating. But… Kevin couldn’t deny he was a bit of a pervert. He’d watched plenty of porn of all kinds, and sure, he’d been curious about what it might be like to see Rachel with another girl or another man. Having it be real though… that was… harder.

Rachel pulled herself closer, rubbing her face against him. “I need a shower.” She murmured.

“Want me to join you?” Kevin wasn’t sure what answer he was looking for. If she said yes… was that a good thing? But what if she said no? Did either answer mean something specific? Did it mean nothing?

“How about you wait for me in the bed after.” She pulled back and grinned up at him, but something about the smile didn’t reach her eyes.

“Sure.” Kevin smiled back at her and gave her a soft kiss. “Anything you want.”

…

Kevin never tired of the sight of his wife. Her slim curves. Breasts heavy but not overly large, more than a handful, with dark pink nipples. The way her hips moved, ass tight but jiggling enough to entice. Her thighs were solid and just the right shape, leaving a gap that framed her slit beautifully. The soft hair of her mons was thick, trimmed nicely, but still just the right amount of wild.

She walked out of the bathroom, skin shining and damp, drying her hair as she smiled brightly coming towards him with nothing but unbridled love in her eyes. Dropping the towel, she stood at the end of the bed and brushed back her damp locks.

For a moment Kevin imagined what it would be like to see her standing there, her pussy damp with semen instead of the dew from her shower. Dripping down her leg. Matting her pubic hair. Breasts swollen and red from being groped and nipples sucked. Maybe her ass would be red from spanks and slaps. All of the marks left on her from another man taking her and using her to his hearts delight.

Would he be turned on? Jerk off? Cum to watching or thinking about it?

Or would he break?

Rachel climbed onto the bed, smiling sweetly as she crawled towards him. Her lips found his and they kissed deep and slow. “I love you, Mr. Hollister.” She whispered against his lips before she began to move her mouth along his jaw. Her tits swayed, rubbing against his bare chest.

Lower and lower, her mouth moved. Warm breath caressing his skin. She pulled away the bed sheet, smiling when she saw he was naked and already hard. Her fingers circled his length, stroking him from tip to base. Slow and steady, letting him feel the silkiness of her hand as it moved down to his balls and squeezed, then moved back up, thumb circling the tip. The soft pad of her thumb smeared the sticky warm precum all along the throbbing head.

“I love you.” She breathed again before swallowing him, mouth tight and warm. Lips gripping deliciously as Rachel moved up and down, hand gently squeezing his balls, her other hand running her nails gently along his stomach.

Kevin’s hand moved to Rachel’s back, moving along her spine, leaning forward to grip her ass. She was tight. Soft.

Images kept flashing.

His hand traveled along the slope of her cheek, between her legs and dipped down into her vagina, sliding past the soft hair and lips. HIs finger dipped inside, making his wife moan around his cock.

Did he feel more slickness than normal? Was the warm dripping liquid just his wife's arousal or was there something more? Was there evidence of another man left inside?

He pushed in another finger, stretching her, making her groan even deeper as she swallowed him whole.

It was morbid curiosity that made him pull her up, legs on either side of his head, bringing her down to his mouth to taste her. Fresh. Moist. Dripping. Familiar. Her whimpers echoed and vibrated through his cock, more and more arousal building for each of them.

“Ohhhh fuck Kevin…honey… yes…” She gasped, pulling off his cock, stroking him and kissing and licking.

He slurped and sucked, licking deep into her, wondering if he was a cuckold. Had she brought something home? Was the saltiness he was tasting just the taste of his wife’s skin? Or was he eating the evidence of her infidelity? 

Maybe he was just being stupid. Paranoid. Was he trying to reclaim her? Using his mouth, his tongue, to touch every part of her and make her his, even if she’d been with someone else?

Kevin grabbed her cheeks and pulled them open, tongue dragging from clit to asshole, pressing and teasing there making her groan, stroking him faster.

“Yes! Baby. Oh god please honey…”

Pressing his thumb into her ass, he moved his mouth back to her pussy, slurping and squelching, drinking her in and trying desperately to put his fears aside.

Rachel was whimpering now, her folds and walls trembling as Kevin ate her deep, like biting into a juicy peach. He pressed his thumb past the ring of muscles in her asshole, sinking deep as he pushed his tongue inside her.

“Ohhhhh fuck meeeee.” She moaned.

Kevin’s cock was throbbing, dripping pearls of precum that Rachel was quickly licking up like they were drops of melting ice cream.

Soon he felt her whole body tighten, burn, her skin breaking out in goose bumps. Rachel let out a high pitched mewl as her orgasm overtook her. Her thighs squeezed her husband’s head and he continued licking up the juices that flowed from her core.

“I need you!” She gasped, quickly pulling away and moving down to straddle his lap. Back to Kevin, ass arched, Rachel quickly positioned Kevin’s cock at her throbbing entrance and sank down fast and hard with a bewitching scream.

Kevin lay back, hands on her ass. “Oh holy fuck Rachel! Oh fuck.”

“Fuck me honey! Fuck me!”

They got lost in the generic and yet dirty banter of sex, Rachel riding, bouncing her beautiful ass against Kevin’s lap. His cock slammed into her deep, rubbing all the right places and stimulating her even more, not letting her orgasm subside.

He gripped her cheeks firmly and for a moment saw a few bruises along her waistline. Had he been holding on too tight? They looked fresh. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt his wife, but she didn’t seem to care or notice that the little round bruises were even there. With the amazing feeling of her wet pussy squeezing his cock continually, he quickly forgot about the bruises and began to thrust up, meeting her bouncing ass.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck honey so good. So big. Ohhhhh god… please I need your cum honey. I need it!”

Kevin tried to focus. To keep his attention fully on the beautiful woman he was fucking. But those stubborn taboo images wouldn’t leave his mind. If she’d been with someone, would she be screaming and saying similar things? Would she let another man cum inside her? Maybe they’d do something different in bed. Wasn’t that usually why women cheated? They wanted to explore and experience something different?

The images and thoughts were at war with the overwhelming empty feeling of his impending orgasm. The first shots of cum made his mind go blank, his whole body hot and trembling as his balls emptied into his wife.

“OHHHHH God fuck me baby yes! Cum in me! Cum inside my tight cunt!” She was wildly screaming and grinding her hips as her own orgasm washed over her as Kevin flooded her pussy.

It was a familiar passion. Wild cries and moans. The slapping of flesh. Wet splashes. Kevin kept hold of her, pulling her cheeks so he could see her spasming asshole and frothing union between her pussy and his cock. Finally Rachel froze, arching and moaning as pleasure simply overtook her, shattering her, and she fell back against Kevin’s chest. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck, panting, breathing hard and deep as she shivered against him.

Their frenzy faded slowly as they lay, breaths beginning to even out. Whatever thoughts Kevin had about Rachel’s potential infidelity, imagined or otherwise, faded along with the pounding of his heart and rushing of his blood. They faded into sleep, comfortable in their embrace.

But Kevin had dreams. Dreams of seeing love bites on his wife’s body. Dozens. Hundreds. Images of his wife kissing a faceless man, giving herself to him enthusiastically. Wildly. Screaming in orgasm. Filthy things tumbling from her mouth. Words and feelings that Kevin couldn’t understand but at the same time understood completely.

He woke in the middle of the night. He could smell sex, thick and acrid in his nose and flooding his senses. It made him dizzy. Almost to the point where he felt like vomiting.

When he looked over at Rachel, sleeping soundly, he moved the sheets aside and saw the bruises on her hips and ass cheeks. The way they were spaced, their size, it was easy to believe that they were bruises made from fingers…

Were they his? He was sure he’d seen them before they’d jumped into bed together. But maybe he was wrong? It could have just been discoloring. Shadows. His mind playing tricks. What about that mark on her neck. It looked suspiciously like a hickey.

He touched his wife gently, feeling the curve of her frame and the softness of her skin. Had someone else touched her? Been with her? Had she given herself to another man? Men? Women?

The suspicion was eating at him. Nibbling slowly like a rat, trapped and gnawing through his stomach seeking an escape. Everything he had was conjecture. Circumstantial. Nothing hard. No firm proof besides his own wild ideas. But it was a sensible conclusion, right? The way she was acting, how she smelled, the marks, the lingerie…

Kevin lay back and stared at the ceiling, trying and failing to fall asleep and banish the nightmares and suspicions that were quickly poisoning his image of the woman he loved.

…

Rachel stirred her coffee, looking out the back window at the yard when she suddenly spoke. “Hey, honey? Do you know what kind of books Harry likes?” 

“Harry? Read?” Kevin sat sipping his coffee, scrolling through his phone at the kitchen table. “Hm. Honestly I’ve never thought about it. Why?” He only looked up for a minute, giving her a curious look. After his sleepless night, Kevin was on edge. Everything felt like it had a hidden meaning.

“His birthday is coming up, isn’t it? I was just thinking of getting him something special.” She bit her lip, fantasizing about the idea of handing Harry a beautifully wrapped gift… maybe wrapped beautifully herself. The thought struck her, how natural and normal it felt to be thinking about intimate presents for a friend… for a lover.

Kevin gave Rachel his full attention, his stomach twisting with suspicion. “Special? Don’t we always just get him a subscription to a beer of the month club or something like that?”

“Yeah but, that’s so impersonal. He’s your best friend. Shouldn’t we be a bit more thoughtful?” Ideas were running through her head. Dreams of lace and latex. Material that was soft and sheer. Of what it would hide and expose and how Harry would feel about seeing it.

“I guess we could…” Kevin leaned back, thinking and scratching at the morning scruff on his cheeks. Rachel wasn’t wrong. But why now? Why the sudden concern and desire to get Harry something… thoughtful? “I know he’s a big Timberwolves fan. Maybe we could get him some box seats or something.”

Rachel turned, smiling wide. “That’s a great idea!” She pulled out her phone from her robe pocket and started tapping, searching for tickets.

“Why the sudden interest in being all considerate to Harry?” He tried to sound casual, making the comment offhandedly, but he kept his gaze locked on Rachel, noticing how her eyes had lit up and how eagerly she was tapping at her phone, searching for game tickets.

She blushed, biting her lip. “He just… he was good company when I went to that conference. If it weren’t for him I probably would have died of boredom. Just wanna repay him.” She shrugged, trying to play it off, but glanced up at Kevin to see if he was acting suspicious.

The conference. Kevin tried to not let his mind run away. Images of hotel rendezvous between his wife and his best friend. Or of some other business partner. The timeline seemed to fit. Rachel’s sudden change had come along after that trip. Was it a coincidence? Or was it the impetus. The starting point.

Kevin scrubbed a hand across his face, feeling exhausted and strained. Harry would never do that to him. They were best friends. And Rachel had never expressed any sort of interest in Harry, beyond the typical things like noticing he was good looking.

He needed sleep. That’s all. His imagination was getting too wild. 

“Guess we should get him two. He could bring a date.” Kevin leaned back in his chair, trying to diffuse his anxiety.

Rachel’s cheeks went crimson. “Uh… I guess…”

The hesitation in his wife's voice didn’t do anything to soothe him. “It’s been a year since… what’s’er name…”

“Marcy.” Rachel blurted, eyes on her phone. Harry’s Ex had been a topic of discussion a few times at dinner and even during or after sex.

Kevin turned to watch her, his suspicion and anxiety starting to grow. “Right… anyway, it’s been a while. He could use a night out with someone. Do you know someone at your office? Doesn’t have to be a serious match, just a casual hookup.”

“Harry’s not really the kinda guy that just goes out and dates.” Rachel muttered, quickly finishing buying the tickets for a private box seat to the game.

“What do you mean? Back in college he went out a fair amount. Hell, I remember one night when I came back to the dorm…” Kevin was starting to laugh, more out of awkward discomfort than anything actually funny. “I have the image of Harry’s ass burned into my brain. He was with this girl he was dating, not sure what date number it was, but she was on our kitchenette counter…”

“I don’t need to hear about some random college hook up. Harry isn’t like that. Even if he was back then, that’s not who he is now.” It came out sharper than she’d intended. Her fist was clenching her phone tightly, arms crossed and looking away from her husband as if wholly offended. And she was.

Rachel didn’t want to think about Harry with other women. Obviously she knew he’d had sex with others. She wasn’t an idiot. But… Considering how things had grown and changed between her and Harry over the last months, thinking about him entertaining another woman like he was doing with her was too much. It hurt. Hurt her heart.

Kevin looked taken aback. Almost as if he’d been slapped. “Um…’kay… you don’t have to get so defensive of him. I know he’s not some sort of womanizer. I was just saying… unless he’s been getting some on the side, he’s clearly in a dry spell since Marcy.”

A tense silence fell between them. Kevin watched her and Rachel kept her arms crossed, closing herself off.

“Anyway…” Kevin settled back in his chair, still watching his wife. Please God. Please. Don’t let what I’m thinking be right. I’m just being paranoid. I’m stressed. I’ve wound myself up in this stupid tangle of suspicion. That’s all. I need to relax. Harry is just a friend. Rachel and him are just friends.

“I should get ready for work.” Rachel’s words tumbled out quickly and she was marching to the bedroom, keeping her gaze forward and doing her best to will the whole conversation to just… vanish. Let it all go away. Please. Please just forget it.

But Kevin didn’t forget. He sat at the table, thinking, holding his coffee and reviewing the short conversation over and over, tumbling like a washing machine. Thinking about the mark on her neck. The bruises on her hips. How she smelled like sex. The clothes. The panties. All were pieces of a puzzle and the image was starting to come together… and he didn’t like what he was seeing.