Unspoken Pleasure

"I'm just saying. There are other options out there," Tara said.

"You know the sad thing is she'd probably be OK with it," I said, slumping back against the wall. "You're the most important person in her life. Kate would do anything for you. But I can't break her heart." "Not even for yourself?"

I took a deep breath. "Come back with me, Tara," I said, "With us."

Tara seemed to think about if for a moment. "I just want to get myself cleaned up real quick." She nodded toward the hallway bathroom door, where we'd shared so much before. "And then you'll come join us?" I asked.

Tara nodded noncommittally and I made myself believe that I'd gained her agreement. She gave me another quick kiss on the cheek, then slipped behind the bathroom door. Her pale, little buttcheeks jiggled as she went. The door clicked shut and I let out a deep breath.

That was it. It was over.

A wonderful sense of solace washed over me as I padded down the hallway. I was tired, blown, and all I could focus on was that my wife was waiting for me in that bedroom. I would find her, hold her tight, and bring her home.NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

Even better, after what had happened earlier in the evening, maybe we'd evolve into something even better together. Kate would be a little more open to sex stuff. Tara would finally realize the dope she was married to. I would appreciate my marriage, my life, even more.

I touched my hand to the doorknob. Then froze. There were noises coming from that room. Sounds that sounded a lot like -- that clearly were -- sex.

My heart dropped into my stomach. My brain popped out of my skull. My whole body fell liquid, cold. It may sound strange, having just cheated on my wife, to now be devastated to discover that she was doing the same. It would have served me right, I suppose. But the human mind isn't rational, so you can only imagine how stupid the heart is.

I gripped the knob tightly, my palms too slippery to do much more. To my relief, it turned in my hand. The door swung open.

A couple was on the bed. A pair of feminine legs stuck straight upward. A toned, muscular ass pumped, mechanically. A waterfall of blonde hair spilled off the edge of the mattress.

Blonde!

Brian and Vanessa were fucking on their marital bed. My muscles started to slack. My lungs swelled back to full size and my stomach untwisted. The relief of it was almost as good as the orgasm I'd experienced less than an hour before. The copulating couple turned my way as I walked in.

"Oh, hey Andy," Brian said, casual as anything, "Don't mind us, just helping out the missus."

Vanessa's legs slowly lowered. She gave me a broad smile. She was nearly naked, only that giant bronze and quartz necklace remained. Neither of them commented on my own lack of clothes.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Vanessa asked, always the gracious host.

"Kate?" I gasped the word out.

Vanessa gestured with her head to the far side of the room. I looked and, sure enough, my shy wife was standing there, pressed into the corner so tight you'd think she was trying to slip through the walls.

Kate was still in the too small dress from earlier, long brown hair disheveled. She held her right hand in front of her mouth. She turned to look at me, wide-eyed. Wordless. I don't think she'd even noticed me come in until that moment. I went over to my wife and put my arm around her shoulder. She kept her eyes focused on the bed where, again, Brian and Vanessa began to build up speed.

"I'm glad you're here," I said, meaning it in every way.

"I woke up and you were gone," Kate said.

"I went to find Tara," I said. The exact amount of honest.

Kate nodded, appreciative. As if I'd done her some amazing favor. "Thanks for taking care of her," Kate said, "You know how much that means to me."

Not for the first time, I wondered if my wife knew way more than she was letting on. She'd always put her sister's happiness before her own. Maybe this was her own little bargain. An agreement with herself that fell well short of approval but achieved acceptance.

"What happened to your clothes?" Kate asked, ripping me back to the moment.

My brain froze. Whatever easy explanations I had collected abruptly dropped to nothing. "In the moment. It just happened."

Kate nodded sympathetically, as if my scattered alibi made any sense. "I bet Brian can lend you something after he's, um, finished." "Are you alright?" I asked.

"I woke up and went to find you, but I couldn't so I came back to bed," Kate said, "Vanessa and Brian were here when I got back." "Did they, um, ask you to... you know?" I don't know how I could justify feeling so possessive in that moment, but I did.

Kate shook her head. "They said I should wait for you."

"Oh FUCK!"

We both turned to the source of the scream. Vanessa's legs were back in the air and Brian was railing her. On the surface, it seemed like the same scene I'd seen twice before now. But there were subtle differences in the ways that Brian banged his wife. Even in that prone position, there was more of a give and take. He wasn't just fucking Vanessa; they were clearly enjoying each other. It was shared, sensual. Intimate and intoxicating.

Both Kate and I watched in silence as the attractive couple took each other. I felt my wife's hand dandle near my thigh. I turned and found her staring at me. I didn't recognize the look in her eyes.

You'd think that after everything that had happened that evening I'd be satiated. Instead, all I felt was desire. My wife's incredible, curvy body called to me with instinctive imperative. And the action around us only amplified its undeniability. For me, the problem was never attraction: Kate's body was apex sex. She was beyond a fantasy to me -- she exceeded imagination. Her long brown hair, huge breasts and broad hips. Those big, doe innocent eyes and sweet, princess face. It all combined to create a desire undeniable.

But I didn't want just sex. Kate had sex. I wanted that angelic face to be twisted with wanton desire. Her heart pumping pure sexual need through her body. Overwhelmed by hormones. Controlled by carnal need.

When I looked at Kate in that moment, for the first time, that near-feral state was exactly what I saw. It nearly washed me away, that sudden tidal wave as my wife finally allowed her baser self to take over. And then it got even better.

Hungrily, Kate grabbed at my shoulders and forced her mouth onto mine. My buxom wife melted into me shoving me back into the corner of the bedroom. She wrapped her arms around me so hard I swear I felt a rib crack. Her massive tits pressed urgently into my chest.

Kate sighed as we made out like horny teenagers. Our tongues entwined. Impossibly, despite everything else I'd done that day, I felt my cock go hard. Solid as if it hadn't already been sapped of its strength twice already. As though I hadn't ejaculated in decades.

I reached for the shoulder strap of my wife's dress, and it was like I ripped Kate back to reality. She paused mid-kiss and wriggled out of my grip. She glanced over my shoulder at Brian and Vanessa on the bed. I could tell her eyes were on Brian, in particular. I wasn't built like my co-worker, and I wondered if maybe Kate found that more attractive than she'd let on.