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Alice pushed her way past the revolving doors of the building where she walked and stopped when she heard a buzzing noise coming from inside her handbag. A gust of wind blew at her, ruffling her shoulder-length ash-coloured hair as she stood there on the sidewalk absorbing the evening bedlam of vehicle and pedestrian traffic on the street. She turned away from the uproar while simultaneously reaching into her handbag for her phone. She swept her hair back in place and smiled when she saw who the caller was.
It was her lover, Ron.
Alice was married; so far her husband was clueless about her affair. She intended keeping it that way.
“Hi babe,” she murmured into her phone.
“How’s my girl doing?”
“I’m doing great,” she blushed; something about the masculinity of her lover’s voice that always seemed to get to her whenever she heard him talk. That along with the way he got to handle her in bed. Ron knew how to fuck, and always he knew how to fuck her good. “I was expecting you to call yesterday.”
“Sorry. I was out of town on a job. Did I catch you at a bad time?”
“Actually I just got off work and about to catch a cab home,” she said, then thought for a second and added coquettishly: “But I can come over to your place if you want.”
“Thought you said your man was around?”
“He is,” she frowned, not liking the idea that Ron was attempting to spoil the mood by reminding her of Jeremy. “But his work usually gets him traveling at any moment’s notice. I know it’s only a matter of time before he leaves on another business trip. So, do you want me to come over?”
“I’m still out of town, babe. Sorry. Let’s leave it till Tuesday.”
That hit her like a punch in the gut. “Tuesday? That’s four days from now,” she moaned. “I know. But that’s when I’ll be back home.”
“But it’s so far away, and I need you so bad.”
“You’ve still got that dildo, right? Play with that until I return.”
“Awhhh, I don’t want to fuck my dildo,” Alice looked around to make sure she was alone with herself on the sidewalk and nobody was eavesdropping. She waved goodbye to several of her colleagues who were about getting into waiting taxis. “It’s you I want to fuck. Only you.”
“Keep your pussy on lock-down till I come back for it, babe. Gotta go now; I’ll talk to you again soon.”
The line went dead before Alice could voice further complain. She looked at her phone and groaned before returning it into her handbag. She wasn’t looking forward to spending an agonising weekend with Jeremy puttering about the house, pestering her with dour tales about his company trips here and there with nothing fun to do. It was so aggravating just to breath in the same room with him. Ron had always been there for her. He understood her needs and knew just what buttons to touch to awaken her pleasures. Always she went to him whenever her pussy needed to be fed. It mattered little to her the number of times she had called Jeremy to let him know she had much work to clear on her desk and won’t be home for another hour or two . . . if the traffic allowed. Jeremy so far was seldom suspicious of her activities. There had been times when she’d expected him to raise an eyebrow or at least ask a question. At no time since she began c her cheating escapade with Ron had he bothered to inquire whatever might be keeping her at odd hours at work.
It was too bad today wasn’t going to end up as one of such nights, not with her lover being out of town.
Alice sighed with resignation then went searching for a cab.
The taxi deposited her in front of her driveway and she got out, gave him money then walked towards her front door while the cabbie drove off into the night. Jeremy’s car was I parked in their driveway. Alice did have a car of her own, though it was being checked out at a repair shop across town; it won’t be ready for another two days, was the summary she had received when she called earlier in the afternoon.
Alice got out her house key and let herself inside. The TV was on in the living room: Jeremy was likely there too. She dropped her handbag and set of keys on a table by the stairs then went searching for her husband.
“Honey, I’m ho—”
That was as far as Alice got when her feet brought her to a halt as she saw it wasn’t her husband seated in the living room after all. The man she saw seated in her husband’s favourite couch was the last person she expected to find occupying it at that hour. Yet there he sat casually with one feet crossed over his leg staring at her like he had every right to be there . . . when he was supposed to have been out of town as he mentioned earlier on the phone.
“Ron?” She gasped.
“Surprised to see me, babe?”
Alice’s mouth hung open. She was indeed surprised, and seconds passed before she then realised she was holding in her breath. She let it out in a rush, then looked around for any sight of Jeremy. Yet it didn’t take away the fact that was she suddenly nervous and confused as to her lover’s presence beylikdüzü escort in her home.
“I thought you . . . but you said you were out of town?”
“I know. I lied.”
“What are you doing here? Where’s Jeremy?”
“He’s over in the kitchen getting me something to drink. Why don’t you take your jacket off and come sit by me. We’ve got plenty to discuss.”
Alice did take off her jacket and threw it on a couch then went searching for her husband. She heard humming noice coming from the kitchen and knew it was Jeremy: he just loved humming a pop tune, especially when he was in a good mood. She almost ran into him as he was just then stepping out of the kitchen holding two bottles or Bud Light in his hand. If Alice was startled to see him, he gave no apparent hint aside from the welcoming smile that lit his face that he was surprised by her presence.
“Hi darling,” he kissed her cheek. “Was wondering when you were going to be home.”
“Uh, yeah . . . Uummm, who’re the drinks for?”
Jeremy gave her a funny look. “One’s for me, and the other’s for Ron, your lover. Didn’t you meet him in the living room?”
“Uhh yeah, I just did . . .” she blushed at having been caught. Her feature felt sweaty; nothing came to mind of how best to comprehend with the way things were going.
“Here, be a darling and give this to him,” Jeremy gave her one of the Bud Light. “Let me go back and get you one; you look like you could use one.”
Alice watched him return to the kitchen but stood there at the doorway lost for words, fighting her nerves to remain calm. She returned to the living room and gave Ron his beer then sat across from him; she didn’t seem to want to be her him at all. Ron picked up the TV remote and put the volume on mute.
Jeremy returned with another Bud Light, of which he gave to Alice then sat beside her. Alice was so discomforted she couldn’t make herself keep a straight face. The silence in the room felt heavy. Ron took another sip of his drink before then getting down to business.
“I did lie to you, Alice, about being out of town. I was here when I made that call to you. The truth is Jeremy and I have gotten to know each other over the past week, and we both concluded that this was for the best for both of you.”
“What are you talking about?” She looked at Jeremy who now was avoiding her stare and then back at Ron, more baffled than ever.
“Your husband has a secret he’s been keeping from you all this time,” Ron continued. “And apparently you’ve got a secret you’ve been hiding from him. So this is how this evening is going to go: you’re both going to open up about each other’s secret right here and now. No more hiding. Are we clear?”
He looked at Alice then at Jeremy who reluctantly replied by nodding his head.
“Yeah, sure,” Alice said, still worried about what direction things were going.
“Jeremy, since you’re the man of the house, I think it’s best if you go first.”
Jeremy nodded. He took a sip of his beer then turned to face Alice. She caught the look of anguish in his eyes and assumed that whatever he was about to share with her was going to be just as painful as hers.
“I love you, Alice,” Jeremy began. “I just want to get that out the way. I’ve loved you for all the years we’ve been married and I still do. There’s some parts of me though I’ve been unable to share with you out of fear that you might despise me for it. Ron convinced me to come clean tonight, and if you feel disgusted after I’m done telling you, I want you to know that I totally understand. Even though it’s sure going to hurt.”
Alice took his hand in hers. His hand was sweaty and shaking; likewise hers.
“I’ve been living a double life, Alice,” he said. “I’m not a heterosexual dominant male like your friend Ron here: I’m actually bisexual and a submissive,” he stopped to wipe a tear from his eye before continuing. “You can say I actually lean more towards the gay side. All through my business trips, I make out time to visit adult shops. I visit glory hole spots in various towns to suck other men’s cock. I let them whore me out: they dress in women’s clothing and make me do whatever they want with me in bedrooms, airport rest rooms and parking lots, in cars . . . some have my number and I go to visit them at late hours, usually when you call to say you’re busy and won’t be home early.”
He gave her a knowing look that seemed to explain more to her than words.
“Yes, I knew about you and Ron,” he added. “I was mad at first, but then realised it was for the better. I haven’t attended to your needs in a long while. I figured Ron would be a better lover to you than I ever will, and I used that whole time to enjoy my own fun while you had yours. I know it sounds foolish and selfish, but I want you to know that I’ve always wanted what’s best for you. Just that I too have urges I cannot hold back, and I never knew how to come clean about it. At least not until beyoğlu escort today.”
He drained his beer as if signalling he was done with his confession.
Silence reigned for a moment then Ron looked at Alice: “It’s your turn, babe. Go ahead and tell him about us.”
A sense of relief seemed to wash over Alice as she then turned to face Jeremy and began her own confession with tears welling in her eyes.
“I met Ron six months ago. We’ve been steady lovers since. Whenever I call to let you know I was staying at work late, it was because I was going over to his place to have sex. He gives me such pleasure than I can ever get from you, and I do to him whatever it is he wants. I do love you, darling. I’m sorry I lied and cheated on you, and I’m sorry I never knew what you were going through.”
They shared a deep kiss amidst their tears.
“I know. And I’m so sorry you had to find out this way. But none of this would have happened if your lover hadn’t approached me about it.” Jeremy turned to Ron. “I’m indebted to you for this, Ron. Just so you know, if you two want to still carry on with each other, it’s totally fine by me.”
“But what about you?”
Jeremy shrugged his shoulders. “I won’t mind if you both allow me now and then to watch. Also if I can get to remain as submissive as I know I already am. I don’t know if you’ll be willing for us to work something out on that.”
“I think we can,” Alice kissed her husband. “As long as we’ve got each other, and with Ron here, I definitely think we can work things out. Don’t you think so, Ron?”
“Most definitely I do,” Ron replied and rose to his feet.
* * *
Jeremy sat upright as Ron approached them. He stood up from the sofa when Ron stopped in front of Alice with both hands poised against his waist, looking like he meant business. There was a discernible bulge happening in his jeans. Alice reached her hand out and felt it; her lips bloomed into a smile as she then looked up at her lover.
“Looks like the evening won’t be a waste after all,” she murmured as she felt his bulge respond to her touch.
“I never said it was,” said Ron.
He grabbed the back of her head and pushed her forward. Alice buried her face against his crotch. Her breathing grew laboured, wanting so much to unleash his hidden treasure. Her hands pressed against his crotch. She unzipped his fly and slipped her hand inside and moaned with pleasure as she dug out his penis.
Alice licked her lips while stroking his manhood inches from her face; pre-cum spurted onto her fingers. Never had she gotten used to the sight and feel of his huge cock in her hand. Always it felt like the first time cradling it, just knowing it was meant for her whenever they were fucking made the satisfaction worth her cheating on Jeremy this whole time. How much she missed his cock whenever he wasn’t around to feed her pussy with it. She looked at Jeremy and saw that he too appeared impressed by Ron’s girth. To see it was to be moved by it; he couldn’t help feeling his penis jerk awake the more he stood there appraising what his wife had come to love even more than him.
“I can’t describe how upset I was when you mentioned that you were out of town,” Alice said as she then flicked her tongue over the engorged tip of his penis. Her voice percolated with lust as did her eyes. “Please don’t try scaring me like that anymore.”
“Get to sucking me and maybe I won’t next time,” Ron demanded.
Alice did exactly that: not that she required any invitation to.
Jeremy went and sat across from them and drank what was left of his beer in one gulp. He felt like the luckiest man in the world at that moment. This was a dream come through for him since Ron confronted him with news that he was the one banging his wife this whole time. Nothing felt comparable to seeing the two of them together right now making love without care that he was in their midst. His penis was erect and he felt a burning sensation that he momentarily couldn’t ignore.
Jeremy raced out of the room and went to relieve himself in the nearest toilet in which to relieve himself. Finished, he went to the kitchen and got himself another could find. Yearning groans echoed from the living room as he cleaned himself up then returned. Ron had relieved himself of his shirt, and his pants were bunched down his thighs while Alice knelt before him, holding onto his hips while thrusting her head back and forth, her mouth made such sweet, succulent noice as she passionately sucked his cock. Ron leaned closer to squeeze one of her tits.
“Come on, let’s get you out of these,” he said.
Ron sat on the sofa while Alice stood up and started getting out of her clothes. Jeremy dropped his beer and came to her assistance . Ron slipped off his shoes and shoved his pants and pair of briefs down his ankles and off his feet; he sat back stroking his shaft while waiting on her.
Jeremy unclasped Alice’s bra while she shoved bostancı escort bayan her skirt and along with her panties down her legs and kicked them aside while Jeremy helped her out of her bra straps.
“Thanks, honey,” she said to him.
Jeremy scooped up her blouse and the rest of her items as she then went to her lover’s waiting arms. Alice propped a knee on the sofa before lowering herself onto Ron. His prick brushed against her pubic hair growth as she settled on him. Alice took charge of his penis and introduced it into where she desired it to go. Her pussy’s entry was tight yet inviting. She rubbed his penis against her labia, moaning from the tingle of sensual electricity it elicited. It took little effort before her cunt to become responsive enough for his cock to slip further into the nectar that was her hungry pussy.
“Aahhh . . . Aahh . . . Aaaahhhh yessssss!”
Alice grounded her butt on his crotch. She wanted every inch of his prick inside her. A tremor arose upon her, unleashing a wave of goosebumps across her arms and up her backside, grunting as she began working her hips and buttock muscles. Ron squeezed her ass cheeks then started jerking his hips and thighs to match her movement. He groaned in response as his cock kept on pounding her cunt. Alice moaned even louder just as her pussy began creaming all over his dick. There was no way Ron could view it, but Jeremy was the one who soaked up the view.
Jeremy no longer occupied the sofa across from them, but instead sat on the floor, getting a first-class view of his wife’s butt with her cute tan outlines riding her lover’s cock down to his nuts. His focus never wavered from Ron’s dick jammed between Alice’s butt cheeks, soaking up the sight of her pussy juice dripping down his shaft. Jeremy surreptitiously licked his lips at the sight of that. He had tasted his fair share of creampies out of various women, though never ones he had fucked. It his penis rock hard and throbbing from watching Alice’s butt slamming down hard on her lover. The sound of her booty connecting with Ron’s thighs was intoxicating to hear. He could remain there all day watching and listening to them fuck and not feel like he’d missed a thing elsewhere.
Alice locked her arms locked around Ron’s shoulders while she aggressively rode him. They locked lips in a frenzy, passionate kiss.
He grasped her buttocks and shoved her forward.
She jerked her hips and rocked her thighs sideways.
Ron held her tight and after a couple round of upward thrusts managed to lift himself off the sofa. Alice gasped as he lifted her higher, groaning aloud as he slammed into her harder. Alice squealed and screamed, not wanting him to stop.
Stopping to catch his breath, Ron lowered her onto the sofa. Alice held her legs apart as he stroked his cock, took aim, drove it back into her cunt.
Alice alternated between caressing Ron’s shoulders while gasping harder as he kept up his stride. Their bodies clashed like violent cymbals, their limps and muscles moved in near-perfect rhythm to their fucking. Jeremy was moaning aloud at the salacious sight of Ron’s cock stretching Alice’s cunt.
Jeremy felt the need to relieve himself once more. He held it back as long as he could before unable to take it any longer he fled the room like before.
* * *
“Aaahhhh . . . Aaawwhhh . . .”
Jeremy was jerking his cock fervently while leaning forward over the toilet bowl. He rested a hand against the ceramic wall to steady himself; his feet were spread to ensure he didn’t get any chance of slipping once he climaxed, or that he got any cum stains on himself. His face was sweaty. His body was all tense; he had loosened his collar so as not to choke on his tie which he had flung over his shoulder. His armpits were coated a spreading map of sweat stains. His jacket hung on a peg by the stall’s door.
At one point he slowed his pace with sudden awareness of how loud his gasps echoed in the stall, as well in the restroom. This was the office building where he worked. The last thing he wanted was embarrassment to discover later that someone had dropped in unannounced and listened in on his masturbatory activity when they ought to be out on lunch break.
His climax rose to a hair-trigger as he continued jerking off. Jeremy shut his eyes and replayed frantic images of Ron and Alice fucking in the living room two days ago. In his mind’s eye, they involved him on the action: Ron made room for him to clean up Alice’s cum-laden pussy after climaxing inside her, and then gave him the grand opportunity of cleaning his cock as well.
This did it for him.
Jeremy clamped a hand over his mouth to stifle his groans as he spurted his release. He heard it splotch in the toilet bowl dead centre, then splattered around the rim. His body shook; his knees attempted to buckle under his weight. He felt suddenly drained and leaned against the stall as his climax gradually began to wan.
His masturbation concluded, he was catching his breath when the restroom door banged open and a pair of feet marched into the room. There were multiple pairs of feet, Jeremy noted, as he hurriedly tucked back his penis and started redressing himself. The voices were talking loud and careless. He thought he recognised whom they belonged to: Mike and Andy, two staffers from Accounting.
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