Something Forbidden (18 page)

In bed, I tossed and turned. The hours ticked by, slowly crushing that feeble hope that tonight would remain innocent. My cock was never soft, even after I’d relieved the tension. All it took was the thought of what Katie and Greg and I was erect again.

At last, I heard the familiar sound of keys in the front door. My wife had returned. I checked the alarm clock. It was almost 5.

I lay in bed quietly as she came in. I half expected her to shower, but when she started stripping out of her dress, tossing the expensive thing on the floor, I wondered whether anything had happened at all.

My cock jerked when I realized she didn’t have any lingerie to take off under the dress. No bra, no panties. Not even her stockings and garter belt. All she had to remove, after dropping the dress on the floor, were her shoes and her jewelry.

Naked, she curled under the sheets with me and kissed me on the cheek. Her hair was wet and she smelled like fresh soap. She’d already showered.

Which meant she had something to wash away.

Which meant I was growing hard again, despite having cum twice already.

“You’re home,” I said sleepily, pretending to have just woken up.

“Shh, honey, go back to sleep.”

“Did you...?”

“In the morning, Max.” She sounded very tired, I realized. “I’ll tell you all about it in the morning.”

****

I woke Saturday morning to an empty bed, feeling the same way I did when Katie was traveling and I was disconnected from her. Only I knew she was here. Downstairs. Waiting to talk to me. Waiting to confess.

I heard her on the phone before I got to the bottom of the stairs. I was about to step into the opening when she said, “Chloe, you’re nuts!”

Something about her scandalized tone made me pause and my ears prick up. I held my breath and listened.

“Yes, we had a
very
 good time...”

More than just my ears pricked up.

“Yes, you have a very nice home. And I particularly love the shower. God, do you guys really need all those shower heads?” Katie laughed again. “You’re right, getting clean
is
important.”

I remembered Katie’s freshly washed scent when she came in last night. It occurred to me that she probably had Greg in there helping her.

“Yes, in the master bedroom… Now I see the appeal for having a giant mirror on one side of the room.” She broke out laughing.

“Okay, if you’re sure you’re okay hearing it… Watching myself cross the line like that made it all so surreal. I mean, the first time, I was just caught up in the moment, right? We were all over each other as soon as the door was shut. Things happened so fast that. One second we were kissing. The next he had his cock buried inside of me...”

Jesus!

“But the second time, we took it slower. I was on top, facing the mirror, and watched it all happen. It was...amazing.”

I stepped out into the open, unable to stay hidden any more. Katie didn’t jump. Didn’t look ashamed. She swung her green eyes up to mine, her smile reflected in them.

“Oh yeah, I came,” she said. “I don’t know how many times. It was so different, you know? So exciting.” She held her hand out to me. I went over to her, taking it as she continued her conversation. “We took a couple breaks, but most of the time, we were having sex.”

I was close enough that I caught snippets of what Chloe was saying. I heard something about being a slut. Katie just laughed.

“Look, I better go. Max just woke up.”

Ask him about Friday,
I thought I heard Chloe say.

“I will. I’ll talk to you later. Bye now.”

Bye.

She hung up.

“Friday?” I asked.

“She wants to meet for drinks. You, me, and Greg.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Just drinks?”

The blushing woman, uncertain of even having dinner with Chloe and Mark just a couple weeks ago, was gone. “Drinks to start...”

I licked my lips. “Really?”

She snuggled into me. Her red hair had fallen over her face. She brushed it away as she looked up and said, “Really.”

“Why the change?”

Katie’s hand slid into mine and she pulled me back to the stairs. “Come on. Let’s get more comfortable.”

We went upstairs, back to the bedroom where cool morning light slanted through our wide windows. I arranged myself at the head of the bed, reclined on our pillows, as Katie stood at the foot and toyed with the buttons of her satin pajamas.

“I’m not sure how much you heard, but Greg and Chloe have this huge mirror at the foot of their bed...” She popped the buttons one by one, teasing me with the inside curve of her full breasts. “At first, I couldn’t look at it. At us. It made me feel—”

“Guilty?” I prompted.

“Yeah, something like that. But not the way you might think.” With the pajama shirt still on and open, she pushed her matching pants off. “My parents were pretty conservative. You know the story. I was raised to be a good girl—daddy’s perfect daughter.”

I did know this story. She wasn’t a virgin when we met or anything (not the second time, anyway), but she’d never been a party girl, either. She’d been sweet, ready to settle down, ready to start her version of what her parents had given her.

Katie shed the pajama top and crawled onto the bed, her breasts swinging beneath her. “I kept thinking that I shouldn’t be acting like I was. What would my parents say?”

“You need to put that burden down,” I said. I’d been saying it for years. “Who cares what they’ll never know?”

Katie stopped between my thighs. She grasped my boxers and pulled them down, unveiling the evidence of my excitement. “Don’t worry, honey. By the end of the night, I was
way
past that fear.”

Grasping my cock, she slid her lips over it, taking it all the way to the root without so much as a gage. She’d deep-throated me before, but she always needed some warming up. This morning, she did it with ease.

When she pulled off, her voice was hoarse. “Watching myself in the mirror like that was intense. I could pretend that it was someone else doing all those things. Someone else being naughty with this stranger.”

She sucked me a few more times. I sank deep into the pillows, picturing her doing this to him.

“But you know what it really made me want?” she asked, kissing up my body.

“What?” My voice emerged just as hoarse as hers.

“I wished you had been there, watching us. God, that would have made it so sexy.”

Katie rose up over me, positioned my cock against her pussy, and sank down.

“You’re so wet,” I groaned.

She went on, like she hadn’t heard a word. “I kept thinking about how turned on you’d be if you could see what I saw. And that turned me on even more.” She looked down at me. “It turns you on, doesn’t it?”

“God, baby. So much.” I gripped her hips as she undulated over me, watching my cock dip in and out of her slippery sex. Another man had been here just hours ago. My balls tightened. I felt like a rubber band on the threshold of snapping.

“Under that crisp business man attire, Greg’s
really
fit. It was a pleasant surprise. The first time we did it, it was fast and frantic. He was on top, smothering me with his big fucking muscles.” She squirmed, lowering herself to press her tits against my chest. “The second time was slower. I got to savor it, riding him on top.
Reverse cowboy
, I think you’ve called it.”

Hearing Katie—my sweet, somewhat conservative wife—talk to me was almost too much.

“The third time was in the shower.” Pressed low on me, her voice was a whisper in my ear. “He wanted to fuck my tits, so I soaped up and did him, just the way we used to.”

At some point, I crashed past the point of no return. Planting my feet on the mattress, I pressed up into her as I rode out the last moments before release.

“The last time he came—the
fourth
time—we were back in his room. He was on top with my head hanging off the side of the bed. I could see him over me. See him dominate me...”

I saw her in my feverish imagination, legs splayed and sweat-dampened hair a waterfall along the floor. I saw her cry out, a continuous orgasm getting pounded out of her by her lover’s swarthy, hulking body.

She whispered against my ear, so close it felt like she was inside my head. “I wanted you to be there to watch me scream.”

I erupted inside her, my fingers clamping down on the heated flesh of her buttocks. Her clipped moan grinded harsh against my ear. I felt her pussy ripple around me, milking me as her orgasm mixed with mine.

She rolled off me, sweaty and huffing as morning light bathed our naked bodies. I’d discovered a newfound love of morning sex since our adventures began. There was nothing quite like lying there with the sun warming our naked, panting bodies.

“What?” Katie asked, seeing me smiling.

“I love you, Kates. You’re still amazing. You constantly surprise me.”

“I constantly surprise myself,” she chuckled, snuggling close. “So you’re really okay with this?”

“Yeah, I really am.” I said it with more confidence than I’d ever felt before. “It’s crazy and insane—and I admit that it still makes me nervous when I think too hard about it—but at the end of the day, I know you’re not going to leave me.”

“Never,” she whispered. “And if you ever get that fear, you’ve got to let me know.”

“Of course.” I could hear a bird chirping outside. How Disney of it. “So four times, huh?”

Katie shifted on me, tickling her fingers through my chest hair. “Yeah. It was impressive.”

“Your first one-night stand,” I said.

“Who says it’s going to be a one-time thing?” Then Katie surprised me even more. “Who says it was my first?”

“What?” As far as I knew, she’d been a serial monogamous. There had been boyfriends before me—we didn’t talk much about them, but I knew who they were—but never random hook-ups. “When?”

“Back in college,” she began. This close, I could see Katie’s skin was flushed—whether from the sex or the confession, I didn’t know. “It was before you...but just before. I’d broken up with Brendan, like, two months too late. Things were bad between us, as you know. I was feeling reckless. I went with some friends to a frat party—”

“
You
went to a frat party?” I asked.

“I know, right? I even wore a tiny little dress you would have been shocked to see me in.”

“Maybe not so shocked anymore,” I said.

“I don’t even remember his name,” she went on. “I remember it was hot, I was definitely drunk. But in the morning, all I could think was: what would my parents think?”

“Do you feel that way now?”

Katie turned into me. “You know what? I don’t. All I was worried about was you, Max. And even then, I wasn’t so worried.”

“Good, because you shouldn’t be. I’m not your parents. As long as you come home to me—as long as you never stop loving me—you never have to worry about me.”

“I still don’t understand what you’re getting out of it, Max. What’s in it for you?”

And I still didn’t have an answer, but since we were being honest, I’d try to come up with one. “When I saw Chloe and Greg play their game that first time, I didn’t understand it either. But it was still sexy, you know? He watched her with these other guys, seeing the effect she had on them. They all wanted her, building up liquid courage, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.”

“So you wanted me to be more like Chloe?”

Danger, danger. Don’t go down that road.

“Not exactly.”
But yes?
“I liked her confidence, though. And I thought that if she had it, so should you.”

That sounded safe. Katie chewed on it for a moment before nodding. The conversation wasn’t over, just
to be continued
.

We kissed for the longest time before finally deciding it was time to be adults and face the day. Mya was at my parents’ house, ready to be picked up, and I had a few things to do in preparation for The Katherine’s opening.

I slipped out of bed and padded to my wardrobe, naked. When I turned back, Katie was snuggled onto her side, looking up at me through her lashes.

“What?” I asked.

Her green eyes flickered over me. “You’re hot, Max.”

My cock reacted. She went on.

“As long as you keep looking the way you do, you should have the same confidence as Chloe, too. And you don’t ever have to worry about guys like Greg.” It sounded like she was reminding herself of the fact as much as me—like she was seeing me for the first time. I knew the feeling well.

“So it’s all about my looks, is it?”

“You’ve also got a pretty nice cock.”

I returned to the bed, my erection prominent. “I think you need a reminder of my other charms.”