When I kissed him goodbye today I held his lips to mine a little bit longer. Holding his head in my hands and looking into his eyes. I tell him “I love you!” waiting to hear him say “I love you, Jenna.” back to me.
It’s Saturday and my husband is working another irregular weekend shift. This doesn’t happen too often, but by now I’m used to these types of weekends. It’s just the nature of his work. I typically don’t mind them as they’re so infrequent and it helps to get a day to yourself. It’s a good excuse to curl up in a chair with a morning latte and a good book.
But I can’t fathom doing any of that right now. I just keep seeing him and her together in my mind. Laughing with each other. Smiling as they look longingly at each other. Fucking. I’ve never been know to be the jealous wife. In fact I’ve always trusted my husband. He’s been good to me and, honestly, he’s never given me a reason to think he’d stray. I used to think he felt the same way. Not only that I was faithful, but that he could trust me.
The thing is, he’s always told me everything. I really mean everything. His favorite nightly activity is to come home and talk about his day over dinner. I get the ins and outs of his company. The corporate drama. Who’s cool and who’s not. It’s like his own little story time. I love it. So you can see why I don’t understand. Why didn’t he tell me about Laura?
Unfortunately, I had to find out about her one weekend when we were at one of his coworker’s BBQ. Apparently several months ago “Laura” started working in Mark’s division. She was invited to the BBQ, but couldn’t make it. According to his coworkers, though, she’s either “really cute” or “fucking hot”. I think with a review of “The kind that make the guys notice.”
Now, I know my husband. I know Mark wouldn’t do something like that. He’s always been good to me. Always treated me right. I just don’t know why he didn’t tell me. I don’t care if he looks. I get it. I’d look too. We’re human. I felt like I was open enough with him to think he’d feel comfortable to say something.
That’s why this has to be something. Right?! I’m not weird to think that? To think he didn’t tell me because he likes her? Or maybe because she likes him? I get a lump in my throat and I swallow hard. My heart skips a beat, and I begin to feel a knot form in my stomach. Thinking of them liking each other. Sexually.
Look, I know our intimacy has been declining over the past two years. Maybe it’s just because we’re getting comfortable with each other. Just enjoying being around each other. I mean, I thought that this is what all couples go through? Right? They’re just supposed to stop having fun.
Or maybe some of this might be my fault. I’ll admit I haven’t been as adventurous as I used to be. Like when we first started dating. I used to know all the tricks to drive him wild, There was this one thing. Well, I can’t believe I’m saying this. You see, my husband had fallen into the “extra long cock” category early in his life and he’s never had a girlfriend that could.. umm.. “throat massage” his whole member. At least, until he met me. Let’s just say I had done some practicing with bananas in my college days that I’m not too proud of. Oh, I could remember the look on his face when I first took him all the way down until my lips touched the base of his cock. I remember it was like I had just done a magic trick making it disappear.
Ok, so sure. We’re in a little dry spell, but that’s not really an excuse to cheat! My head grows light and a haze of fog clouds my vision. Those words echo in my head. Cheating. Is that what he’s doing? Cheating? I grab ahold of the couch beside me and brace myself. A vision plays in my mind. I see him hopping in the car after I kiss him good bye. A grin on grows on his face.
I feel dizzy and decide I need to lay down. I need to stop this! I’m just making myself nervous over nothing. It’s not like I found her panties in his work bag!
I had only made it to the hallway when the vision flashed in my mind. I’m passing through his office. Out of the corner of my eye I spy something red buried in his dark bag. When I take peek I spot a pair of bright red lace panties. I reach down to grab them. They’re still wet.
I immediate grab the threshold to our bedroom. I can feel the burning in my eyes as tears start to form. The knot in my stomach doubles and triples over. I feel the pit grow as a void burrows in my core. “Oh god.” I whisper to myself as I try to control myself. My knees shake and my hands tremble. Thinking of his infidelity.
I manage to make it to the bed. I sit down on my side of the bed and catch my breath. There’s a glass of water I had brought to bed this morning still sitting on the nightstand. I reach for it and take a spit letting the cool water calm my nerves. I fight back the tears. I let out a sigh. I’m just overreacting.
I decide to lay down to give my body a chance to slow my pounding heart. The shaking starts to subside, but the knot in my stomach feels so strong. Like a small pit of despair forming inside me. I shut my eyes hard hoping it’ll go away. All I see is the cover of darkness over my eyes. Then I see it forming out of the darkness. A small, red object comes into focus. My eyes shoot open.
I look over to my night stand. Sitting beside me is a picture of Mark from the early years of dating. It was the night we first said I love you. The moment I first knew this man was the man I’d spend the rest of my life with. The man I thought would spend the rest of his life with me. Until Laura.
Her name forces my eyes shut once more. And like a theater, a dark stage appears.
Spotlights!
Mark and Laura are alone in his office. I can’t make out what they’re saying, but it looks they’re actually hard at work. It appears they’re pouring over books. Mark looks up at Laura. She seems focused on her notebook. Mark throws some small piece of paper and it falls before her. She looks up and laughs at him. He smiles and she smiles back. It looks like they’re happy together.
Laura goes back to writing and Mark sends another piece of paper sailing towards her. Like a million dollar shot, it bounces off her shoulder and plops right into her cleavage. Mark freezes. His body language seems apologetic. Laura smiles and leans forward. She says something. A shocked look on Mark’s face changes to a smile. Mark reaches into her cleavage.
“OH GOD!” My eyes shoot open again. I struggle to control my breathing and I can feel sweat bead on my brow. I start to notice the feeling of my hands gently tracing over my own cleavage. I look down to see my fingernails scratching across the surface of my skin leaving light red marks in their wake. My other hand just resting on me. Not far from my chest.
I don’t know why, but as a warm tear forms in the corner of my eye I closed them shut.
Mark and Laura break away from a kiss. I guess Mark called Laura’s bluff to reach down her blouse and that led to an intimate moment. But was it just a peck on the lips? A simple mistake between two people, close together, in a high stress environment. Something very understandable? These things happen. I’d forgive him!
Or was it more? Was his tongue buried deep inside her mouth? His hand pulling at her chest “searching for that paper”. Did she moan? Did she say his name? Did she tell him to kiss her? Or did he finally reach his boiling point?
The look on each others eyes betray lust. Whatever kind of kiss it was, these two didn’t seem offended by it. She looks at him, trying to seem apologetic. Her eyes give her away. She’s not sorry. The only thing she’s sorry about is that she didn’t keep going.
She leans forward, wanting to be closer to him. So close he can smell her perfume. Her hand falls on his thigh. I image him pushing her had away. Standing up and walking out of the room. I say I imagine, but isn’t this already in my mind? What I really see is his finger slide up her body, between her breasts, up her neck. They finally stop just at the tip of her chin and he gently pulls her lips to him.
“FUCK!” I shout, awaking myself from my vision. “Oh my god.” I’m flush. My face burns bright red. It’s so noticeable as my shame takes over. I know I’m alone in our room and no can hear me, but it feels like the whole world is watching me. The whole world is looking into my mind and seeing Mark choose Laura over me. They see my hands traverse my body. Sliding up and down. I feel a sense of humiliation as all those eyes see how hot it’s making me.
“I don’t care.” I say to those invisible specters. I dart my hand to my breasts. Teasing and pulling at my nipples. An “Oh…” reverberates from inside my chest as my other hand trails down my body. My back arches when I hit the edge of my panties. I pause and let out a sigh. I then slide my hand inside, curling my fingers into me as I hit the edge of my pussy.
A jolt of excitement pulses through my veins and I let out an “Oh yes!” My head rises. My eyes are shut by the time my head hits the pillow.
Mark has Laura laying on the conference room table. His hand already working to undo her shirt. She has her hands wrapped around him, pulling him close to her. She wants desperately to lock lips with him. Laura stops kissing and says something to Mark. I can’t make it out. Everything sounds like a blur. All I can tell is that Mark’s response causes her to bite her lip and smile. Her hand slides down his pants as he continues to unbutton her.
My eyes open and I look to the left. My eyes already focused to the photo of Mark on my night stand. I pull my fingers out from inside me and begin to tease my clit. Remembering that night I put on a show for him. He said he always wanted to see me play with myself. At the time I felt a little embarrassed. I’m not really one to touch myself, but now I’m remember every motion that made him go wild.
“Are you happy now?” I say to the picture. “Are you happy your little slut is making me so wet? Is this what you hoped for when you decided to cheat? That I’d get so wet?” I struggle a bit to form any more words. I can feel my body shaking from the excitement. The amount of adrenaline in my body is causing me to shiver as I’m feeling uncontrollable. I look one last time in your eyes “Are you going to fuck her?”
That last sentence causes me to moan. “Oh god.” My eyes close again.
With her skirt pulled up and panties to the side, Mark thrusts inside her. She sits up on her elbows with her shirt open. Mark stares at her body as she watches his cock enter her. I can’t tell how long they’ve been at this. It must be a while. I can’t make out what Laura is saying, but I can tell when she moans. High pitched sounds of “Oh yes.” and “Fuck me.” wash through the sea of abstract audio.
She quickly sits up and pulls him hard to her face. They lock in a passionate kiss while her hands wrapped behind his head. I see from the strained muscles on her forearms that she’s holding him tightly. Her body begins to shake. He’s making her cum.
My eye’s open and I can feel it. My hand continues to barrage my pussy touch every spot I know it enjoys. As my desires burn, the dark pit in my stomach begins to move down my body.
I can feel it sliding it’s way down to between my legs. Creeping slowly. I shut my eyes tight.
Laura is sliding off the table. By the looks of her sweaty body and crumpled outfit I can tell her orgasm was intense. It must have taken a while for her to finally be able to move. She still looks to be panting. I can see that Mark is still hard. She must have finished first.
I watch on as Laura slinks down to her knees and I dreaded that this moment would come. Watching her her face inches from his cock. The look in his eyes as he watch her wrap her hands around it. I can tell he’s been waiting for this moment. Waiting to feel her pull it close to her face and run her tongue along it. Seeing her tongue trail over his cock. I know he loves that.
She acts like it’s her big lollipop and licks it all over. Purposely making him go wild. I know by his body language. I know he’s enjoying it.
When I saw the way her last lick slowly traced up the underside of his cock I knew exactly what was going to happen. She begins by wrapping her tongue around the tip of his cock. Tracing it over and over in a circle. Seeing his cock leap as her tongue hits all the right spots.
Her tongue made it’s final circle around his cock before returning inside her mouth. Reaching her hands around his cock, she begins to push the head past her lips. It feel like hours pass as I watch her lips progress slowly. I can almost hear the sound of her spit sliding between her lips and his cock. They mix with her juices to form a messy wave to guide her lips closer and closer to her objective. Like watching a sports replay, a slow motion shot as her lips come in contact with the base of his cock. I see his head tilt backwards.
A loud “Oh yes.” echoes in my mind as I see from the muscles around his balls that she hit the spot and Mark was unloading all of his cum into the back of her throat. I can see her throat gulping. Taking Mark’s cum down.
My eyes burn open. A tear drips down the side of my face, but I’m too distracted. That tiny little pit that has been burning inside me. Torturing me all days has finally rested on my clit. I can feel my fingers attacking it as a warm numbness pulses through my body at a quickening pace. I grab my chest and tease myself. I lose control of myself and can’t stop as I tease my clit faster and faster. The feeling builds until I finally shout . “OH FUCK!””OH MARK! FUCK HER!” My eyes lock shut.
I see a wall of white as a flash of pleasure courses spreads it’s way throughout my body. I feel pleasure. An intense orgasm that I haven’t felt in years. My body shakes and I lose control of myself. “Oh fuck yes!” I shout over and over again as I slowly come down off my high. I lay here and let the feelings run wild inside me. I begin to feel my body relax.
I reach over for my water and use it to help slow down my breathing. Laying back against the pillow I can feel a whole new excitement. I smile so hard that I even laugh a little. I look back over at the nightstand. I see Marks picture. I smile and then it hits me. I reach for my phone and pull up his name.
[To be continued? Let me know and feel free to send me DMs/chat if you have any suggestions or feedback. I love knowing where I can improve.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/xhr4wb/she_discovers_her_inner_desires_masturbation_f29
Wow great writing super sexy
Dam wow, yes part 2 pls