13
Orion
Ididn’t stay to watch Sable go on stage. As much as I wanted to, I already felt like I’d overstayed my welcome with Victor giving me the free drinks. It had been nice of him, but I hated feeling like I owed people anything.
But, damn. I’d gotten to touch Sable. I knew what it felt like to have his smooth, warm skin under my palm, and it was only a small sample of what I really wanted. A shiver of desire raced through me as I thought about it in the shower.
Whitney had already been in bed when I got home. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t even that late. Only about five in the evening, but when she was depressed, it didn’t matter. She could sleep all day and still be tired.
I really was a piece of shit. A good husband would dote on her, making sure she was okay. Maybe drawing her a hot bubble bath and pouring her a glass of wine while he made her dinner.
Nope. Not me. I was in the shower thinking of the slender little dancer and what it would be like to touch more than just his arm. My cock stood at attention. I cursed myself because, of course, that made everything that much worse. I shouldn’t be getting hard for him at all.
Not with Whitney in the other room.
Images of his body writhing on stage to some entrancing beat filled my head, making me groan as I wrapped my hand around my cock. This was so damn wrong, but I couldn’t stop it. You’d have better luck trying to get a toddler to stop asking for ice cream.
No, Sable was my forbidden fruit. I’d gotten a small nibble by watching him with the other man, but it wasn’t enough. It wouldn’t be enough until I got to taste him myself. To know what it felt like to have his smaller body pinned beneath me as I thrust into his tight heat.
Fuck.
My breath hitched as my hand pumped faster, my thumb gathering the pre-cum at my tip, spreading it before stroking downward again.
It should have said something that I didn’t get hard this easily for my wife.
Maybe I had at the beginning, but it had faded with time.
Was that all a relationship was? A fading feeling.
God, I hope not. There were all these couples that had been together for decades, and I was struggling at nine years.
As much as I wanted to shut down the fantasy of Sable, every time I tried to imagine Whitney in front of me on her knees, licking those lips that I used to obsess over, the image shifted.
She no longer had her long auburn curls, but instead short, dark brown hair.
Her green eyes became startling blue and, fuck.
Sable was in front of me instead of her.
My hips bucked into my grip. Pressure built in my belly as I slammed my eyes closed, trying in vain once more to picture Whitney, but it was fruitless.
I was fighting my mind, and the second I gave in and let the fantasy play out, the image of Sable leaning in to suck the tip of my cock between his tempting lips, my toes curled. My hand pumped faster, thumb playing with the slit at my head on the upstroke, sending tendrils of desire through me.
God, jerking off hadn’t ever felt this good, and I hated that it had something to do with the person I was fantasizing about.
“Fuck.” The word tumbled from my lips as my cock jolted in release. Cum spilled out of me onto the tiles of the shower floor. I kept pumping, watching as every last drop descended.
“Are you okay?”
I jumped, letting go of my dick, snapping out of the fantasy.
“Yeah, did you wake up?” Shit, I sounded guilty as hell. Whitney had no idea what I’d been thinking about—for all she knew, I was just jerking off again, or had stubbed my toe or something.
“I heard the shower,” she said. Her answers were so short that it had me worried. While she hadn’t been herself lately, she normally said so much more.
Instead of waiting for her to continue, I peeked around the shower curtain and cursed under my breath. Whitney stood in the middle of the bathroom, completely naked. Her arms wrapped loosely around her middle, and she shifted her weight as she stared at me looking at her.
“Uhh...” Fuck, this was bad. I knew what she wanted. How the hell was I supposed to let her join me in the damn shower after what I’d just done. My dick was still partially hard, and if she got in now, she’d get the wrong idea.
Since when was my wife thinking I was ready to have sex with her getting the wrong idea?
This was such a mess.
She sighed, turning away from me. “Forget it. This was a dumb idea.”
“No, it’s great. We haven’t taken a shower together in a long time.” I needed to keep my mouth shut, but seeing the way Whitney’s entire face lit up when she turned back around? I’d said the right thing. Even if it were the wrong thing.
I pulled back the curtain enough for her to step into the tub with me, and the water instantly soaked into her hair, making the auburn strands look darker and longer.
She smiled at me as she moved in closer.
There was still a part of me, that really shitty part, that wanted to back away.
To keep her at arm’s length, but I didn’t.
I let her wrap her arms around me, and even though I tensed at first, she didn’t seem to notice.
Slowly, I brought my arms around her as well. We stood like that under the hot cascade of water for what felt like an eternity. If things didn’t progress past this, I would be fine.
There was no such luck of the embrace remaining completely platonic.
Whitney kissed my chest once, and then twice.
She hummed softly as she continued to trail kisses down my sternum.
I knew exactly where this was heading. It was the scenario I’d just played out in my head, but in real time and with the person I should have been picturing the whole time.
Lucky for me, I didn’t seem to have too much trouble getting hard again. Enough time seemed to have elapsed since my lapse in judgment, and by the time Whitney dropped to her knees, my cock was at full mast again.
Her green eyes sparkled as she smiled up at me, wrapping her delicate hand around the base of my length. At least with her there, I had less trouble staying in the moment. Whitney being desirable had never been the problem.
She stuck out her tongue and ran it along my length, making me slam my eyes shut.
But that was when the unthinkable happened. Behind my eyelids, I saw short, dark brown hair and striking blue eyes. I opened my eyes and gasped. Whitney must have interpreted it as a positive reaction because she hummed softly before wrapping her lips around my tip and sucking.
A blowjob was a blowjob. It didn’t matter who was giving it, and maybe I shouldn’t have been looking at it that way. This was my fucking wife, but I had to regroup for a moment before I said the wrong name. That would only end up in disaster.
Even if I hadn’t technically done anything with Sable, by fantasizing and watching him, it was cheating enough. I needed to think about Whitney and not the pretty little dancer that had suddenly tossed my world into a tailspin.
This was all Jayden’s fault.
Whitney had this trick that she’d perfected since we’d been together where she would cup my balls, running her fingers along my taint while she sucked me to the back of her throat. It was a good distraction, and it brought me back into the moment after my thoughts had derailed once more.
I looked down to see her green eyes locked on me, her hand moving between her thighs.
Fuck, I used to think it was so hot when she’d get herself off when she blew me, but now?
Goddamn, why wasn’t that doing anything for me.
I mean, yeah, the suction on my cock and her hands on me were doing it, but that was it.
My breathing picked up because this was all wrong.
I should stop it before she got me off, but fuck, it all felt too damn good.
Make that another mark against me. Yeah, I was a really bad guy and eventually I’d own up to my sins, but it was impossible to do that with the gorgeous woman on her knees for me.
A woman who deserved so much better than what I was giving her.
Whitney hummed again, sending vibrations through my cock. It was enough, and I pushed my fingers through her wet hair, holding her head in place as I unloaded my second release down her willing throat.
She gagged at first because I was on a roll with being a jerk for the night and hadn’t warned her that it was coming, but she clamped her mouth around my length, swallowing my load like the good little girl she was.
When she was done, she leaned back, but kept her hand around my length, gently jacking me as she continued playing with her pussy. In the past, that move would have gotten me revved up for round two, but she wasn’t aware that I was already past round two.
It was fucked, because I could have said something.
Instead, I let her play with my oversensitive dick until she closed her eyes and squeezed her hand between her legs, signifying that she’d come.
Whitney had always been on the quieter side during sex.
It wasn’t a bad thing—not everyone needed to be vocal, but part of me wondered what it would be like to be with someone who vocalized their pleasure.