Chapter 4
The house is silent when I come inside from the garage.
The familiar lemon and fresh flower scent should calm me, but all I can smell is sex on my skin.
My thighs are sticky with a stranger’s cum, and I’m walking into the house not totally sure how my husband is going to react.
Please, please, please be okay with this.
“Shannon?” Robert’s voice calls from upstairs, tight with urgency.
“I’m home.” My voice sounds husky, unfamiliar.
I kick my heels off in the entryway and climb the stairs slowly, pausing in the bedroom doorway.
Robert sits on our bed, still in his tuxedo pants and unbuttoned shirt. His bow tie hangs loose around his neck. His eyes widen as they travel over me—lingering on the hickey, wrinkled dress, and smudged mascara.
“Holy shit.” His voice drops to a whisper. “Look at you.”
I stay in the doorway. “What do you see?”
Robert stands slowly. “I see...” His gaze travels from my tangled hair to my bare feet. “I see my wife. Really see her. For the first time in years.”
I step forward. The air crackles with tension. “And?”
“And she’s fucking magnificent.”
My chest tightens. I move closer until I can feel the heat radiating from his body and smell the whiskey on his breath.
“Tell me.” His voice is rough. His fingers reach for the strap of my dress but stop just short of touching me. “Tell me everything that happened.”
I smile slowly. “Everything? That will take some time.”
His hands finally slide up my bare arms, giving me goosebumps. “We have all night, and I want every detail.”
His mouth claims mine, and I taste whiskey and desperation. His hands tangle in my hair—hair that another man gripped an hour ago. Robert’s touch feels both familiar and new, as if we’re meeting for the first time.
When we break apart, we’re both breathless. Robert’s eyes are dark with something I haven’t seen in years—unadulterated desire. Not the comfortable affection we’ve fallen into but raw hunger.
“The casino,” he prompts, his thumb tracing my jawline. “Start there.”
My stomach flutters. “I caught the manager’s eye. His name is Tony. He took me to his office.” My voice drops. “He thought I couldn’t cover my gambling debt.”
Robert’s breath catches. “You didn’t tell him you could?”
“He had no idea who I was.” A thrill runs through me. “He offered me an alternative arrangement.”
“Fucking hell,” Robert mutters, his hands tightening on my hips.
“He told me to strip,” I continue, my voice growing more confident. “So I did. Right there in front of his desk.”
Robert groans and pulls me flush against him. His erection presses against my stomach. “Then what?”
“He spanked me. Hard.”
Robert stills. His eyes search mine. “Did you like it?”
I nod slowly, expecting judgment. Instead, his pupils dilate with excitement. “Show me how you were positioned.”
I turn and lift my hair, exposing the back of my neck. Robert slides the zipper down slowly. The fabric pools at my feet. He groans when he sees I’m not wearing panties.
I leave my bra on and move to the bed, bending over the side. I glance over my shoulder to watch him.
“Christ,” Robert whispers as he traces the curve of my ass. “You really liked it?”
“Yes.” I wiggle my ass at him, and he spanks me experimentally, making me gasp in pleasure. Yeah, my husband would never be able to spank me as hard as Tony did, but that’s one of the reasons I love Robert. There’s not a mean bone in his body.
“Then what?” Robert’s voice is husky, and I can tell this is affecting him as much as it is me.
“Then he made me come.”
Robert’s hand slides between my legs, fingers exploring my sensitive folds.
“I made him come too,” I whisper, meeting his intense gaze. “He came inside me.”
“This is from him?”
“Yes,” I admit, spreading my legs wider as a bolt of lust zips through me. “I didn’t clean up completely.”
“Fuck,” he groans as he slides his fingers inside me easily. “Don’t stop.” His breathing grows ragged, and his hands explore more freely. “What else?”
“He fucked me, bent over, until I came.” The details flow more easily now.
Robert finger fucks me and murmurs, “He was lucky to have one night.”
His words unlock something in me. “He laid me across his desk, and fucked me with my ankles on his shoulder.”
Robert groans and pulls his hand from my pussy. He starts stripping. “How did it feel?”
The truth spills out. “Different. Rougher. More...like he was using my body.” I watch his face transform with each word. “He gripped my hips hard enough to bruise. Made the desk shake. Made me moan like a slut.”
“And then you came home to me.” His voice carries an edge I’ve never heard before.
I wiggle my ass again, desperate for him to fuck me. “I’ll always come home to you.”
“Fuck.” Robert’s control slips. “I need you. Now. Need to be inside you, need to—“
He pulls me up, and we tumble onto the bed, limbs tangling, mouths seeking. He kisses me roughly, and I match his intensity. This is fifteen years of history ignited by something new.
He positions himself between my legs, and when he pushes inside, we cry out together.
He gasps. “Shannon, you feel…”
As he fucks me, words fail him. The rhythm turns urgent. It’s not lovemaking, it’s more primal.
“More,” he demands between strokes. “Tell me what it felt like with him inside you.”
The request sends electricity through my veins. “Different. He hit different—oh god, right there.”
Robert shifts his angle, hitting the spot that blurs my vision. “Like that?”
“Yes.” I writhe under him. “Exactly that. He couldn’t—only you know how to—“
“Damn right.” His thrusts quicken. “You’re mine. Fuck whoever you want, but you’re always mine.”
The possessiveness mixed with permission intoxicates me. “Always yours.” My nails dig crescents into his shoulders. “I’ll always come back to you.”
“Did you think about this?” His voice strains. “When he was inside you, did you imagine telling me later?”
“Yes.” No point hiding now. “I couldn’t wait for this.”
“And is it—?” His rhythm falters. “Is this what you wanted?”
“Better.” Pressure builds low in my belly. “So much better. I’m about to—“
“Come for me.” His command cuts through everything else.
The words shatter me. My orgasm skyrockets me to a higher plane as pure ecstasy turns me into a moaning mess. I cry out his name, and Robert follows instantly, his groan muffled against my neck as he pulses inside me, adding his cum to Tony’s.
We collapse together, breath ragged and skin damp. The room spins from pleasure, and I giggle. I’ve been fucked silly.
“Holy shit,” Robert murmurs while his face is pressed against my neck.
“I know.” My fingers trace patterns on his back.
We lie tangled together, the magnitude of what just happened settling around us. The ceiling fan turns slow circles above us, cooling our heated skin.
Robert props himself up on one elbow and studies my face. “Shannon.”
My pulse quickens at his tone. “What?”
His finger traces the mark on my neck. “If you wanted to go back there...” He pauses, swallows. “If you wanted to see him again...”
I search his expression for signs of reluctance or pain. Instead, I find only curiosity and desire.
“You would be okay with that?”
He brushes hair from my face. “More than okay.” He gestures between us. “What we just shared—I’ve never felt closer to you.”
The realization strikes me hard. “Me either.”
“So, if you lost at poker again...” His attempt at casualness fails to mask the tension beneath.
“I’ll think about it.” I match his tone while feeling the weight of his offer.
He pulls me against his chest. We drift towards sleep wrapped in each other’s arms. As Robert’s breathing deepens, my mind wanders back to the casino. To Tony’s dangerous smile and commanding presence.
What would it be like to stroll through those doors knowing exactly what I’m choosing?
I’m not the same woman who walked into that casino tonight. That Shannon Matthews disappeared somewhere between the poker table and Tony’s desk. This new version of me, the one with another man’s marks on her skin? She’s just getting started.
And she’s definitely going back.
The End