He was playing her like a maestro, and she knew she needed to pay attention, to learn… it was why she was doing this, after all… but in that moment, she just let herself melt away. “Ohhh goddd…” The long, breathy exclamation tumbled from her lips as she squeezed Dom’s hips with her thighs and knees, making herself an active participant to the mating. “Oh my fucking… ungh.” She bit him on the shoulder when he finished his forward motion and then stayed there. She loved this, the rough feeling of their pubes flush with each other, a herald of the rough fucking she knew was coming. Michelle was on a knife’s edge then, and wanted nothing more than to be skewered… and Dom knew it. He felt it. He caused it. Her lust was his to release, and he dangled her on his strings.
“Please… Dom… please…” Michelle writhed under him and squeezed his dick with her inner muscles in the way he’d been showing her, trying to force him. She should have known better by then.
“Ed.” Dom braced his arms above her, locking his elbows, and stared down at her with a mysterious smile. “E-D.” When Michelle opened her eyes, confused, his grin grew wicked. “My English is more than practiced enough to know that those two letters can mean something else.”
Michelle frowned, trying to gather her thoughts; an act made very difficult when he began subtly, finally rocking his hips, his length crawling through her flooding channel. “Wha… I don’t…”
“Tell me, my passionate Misha, is Ed maybe, sometimes, a bit of a… wet noodle?”
Michelle tried to shake her head, tried to tell him with her eyes, if not futilely with stolen breath, that she didn’t like this. Not one bit. She tried, she really did. Dom, though, was trying too, and he was succeeding, while she was not. When he thrust into her, making sure to stimulate her erect clit while honing in on her g-spot with expert precision, she could do nothing more than hope that she’d gotten enough of the message across before her screech threatened to shake the cobwebs from the walls.
Dom rode her fast and hard then, and the noises Michelle started to make were barely human. Her back arched under the man and her sweat-slicked tits slid across his smooth, chiseled chest–up and down, up and down–in that way that she found so… wrong. So weirdly intimate in a manner that having his cock inside her wasn’t, like she was volunteering more than she had to. Ed loved her tits, and she’d said a thousand times that they were his. But in the here and now, the feel of that sleekness, the constant stimulation of her nipples… wrong. Wrong, and so… fucking… hot.
“Holy fucking shit… harder you bastard…” Michelle pulled Dom’s face down for a long, sloppy kiss, then held his lips tight to hers, sharing his breath when she felt the tremors of what may have been her biggest climax yet begin. “Ugh, ugh, ugh…. Ungh! Hnngh! Ahhhhh!” Deeper and deeper, her core tightened in anticipation of the tidal wave coming her way. “Yes! Give it–”
Dom stopped thrusting and pulled his cock from her until only the head was inside. She blinked up at him, her unfocused green eyes pleading desperately.
“You didn’t answer my question, Misha. What of your husband? Oak or willow?” He circled his hips, making her gasp. “Just one word, and I finish.”
Michelle was no dummy, despite evidence to the contrary. She knew which word he was implicitly demanding, and she, in a flash, hated him for it. A brief flash. Then he fed those inches back into her and took her nipple in his teeth, and she compromised. One, little, white lie wasn’t so bad. It wasn’t.
“Willow.” She choked out the word, and when Dom turned his ear towards her like he didn’t hear, she compromised just a bit more. “He’s a willow! Now give me that fucking oak!”
Give it he did. With a fixed, overarching sneer of triumph, Dom gave Michelle the singularly greatest physical moment of her entire life. She thought she might lose her mind as her climax kept going… and going… and going…
An inestimable amount of time later, Michelle was next to Dom on the bed, trying desperately to catch her breath as her body trembled through aftershocks. The light hitting her face through the Novaks’ open bedroom window felt like a lie. Surely it wasn’t still the morning? She and Dom had to have been fucking all day. She gathered the strength to roll over and look at the clock on the bed stand.
Nine? She couldn’t believe it. Despite herself, despite how goddamned awful she felt for what she’d said… she smiled. She couldn’t help it. One more hour. Dom seemed to know what she was thinking and started moving his renewed dick along her thigh. Michelle automatically reached over and began running her hands up and down it, her own juices still clinging to the miraculous member making the act free and easy. A full hour…
Eventually, the pair’s time was up. Rolling off of Dom, Michelle, somehow actually satisfied, set about making herself ready. She remembered Ed’s rules, especially the one about not retaining any evidence of what she’d done with her lover. Not that she’d needed to be told, she thought more than a bit petulantly; she never once wanted to rub his face in what she was doing. This was a gift, and one that she knew he’d appreciate, so why even come close to tinging it with regret?
Still, she had formally agreed, and to that end, Michelle took a shower in the Novak house before she headed back home. She had no expectation that she’d meet Ed until that afternoon because he said he would make it a point to be out and about on her two mornings of liaisons, and she trusted him. Still, better safe than sorry. The last thing she wanted was to see his face if he… smelled her. Saw something left behind in her hair, or on her chin. She wasn’t sure if she could take that, in all honesty.
Please, sweetest. Stay strong. She repeated that inward, personal plea as she thoroughly scoured her skin under the scalding water. This is for the best.
After a perfunctory kiss goodbye to Dom… well, a perfunctory, lingering kiss that ended with just a little, quick, farewell blowjob… Michelle made her way down the stairs and through the house while licking her lips with a smile. That was the plan at least, until she caught movement out of the corner of her eye just as she neared the front door that caused her to jump in surprise.
“Kat!” She laughed as she put a hand on her chest dramatically. “You scared me.”
Katja just gave a polite smile. “Not my intent. So… how goes the return to the classroom?”
Michelle smiled wide, then froze as a battering ram of guilt hit her out of nowhere. Oh fuck… I was supposed to… Swallowing, she tried to adopt an air of nonchalance as she gave a light shrug. “Just like I figured.” She left it at that and went on. “Sorry we missed each other on Monday, but I’m glad I ran into you now. I wanted to let you know that, um, he’s on board. You can… the two of you… if you want…” Shit, why can’t I get this out?
It was because she didn’t want to push Kat. Had to be. The woman had already bowed out once, despite weeks of planning, so a repeat was not unlikely. But she also wanted to make sure her husband was having as good a time as she. Not that that was the point, of course. She wanted Ed to grow with her. To enhance himself, like she was. It had to happen, or else the balance sheet was going to be… it would be… I’ll never come back from this.
Where did that thought come from? It wasn’t true, and Michelle knew it, so she stuffed it right down into the deepest hole she could form and stared long and hard at the other woman. “We had a deal, Kat. One I know you wanted. So… just…” She waved vaguely past the wall, towards her house. “Get going. I guess.”
There. That was enough. Michelle was satisfied that she was keeping up her end.
Kat’s look was unreadable. “If that’s what you want. I may have to wait, though. My ears aren’t done ringing.”
Blushing deeply, Michelle adjusted her glasses as her eyes tracked back towards the stairs before she caught herself. “Oh, heh. Yeah. Well… I’m sure you and… you can do… something too.”
“I’m sure.”
The words had the feel of a goodbye, even a dismissal, and that was fine with Michelle, who took the opportunity to leave without any further of her own. When she opened the beautiful, ornately carved, blue front door that she and her husband had had custom made, she found that she was glad that her home was empty, as promised. That would give her time. She began putzing around then, the kitchen and the bedroom, preparing two feasts for her splendiferous mate. The one cooked to go in his mouth… and the one worn to make something else want to go in his mouth.
Michelle couldn’t stop grinning all afternoon. Oh sweetest… the things I have to show you already! I can’t fucking wait!
Things were definitely on the right track, she knew it.
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“What do you mean, no?” Michelle, lying on their bed in that sexy teddy he loved, gaped with complete befuddlement at her husband as he rummaged through his dresser. No? I’m… I mean… look at me!
“Not a difficult concept, gorgeous.” Ed wasn’t looking at her. Not even slightly. “No. As in, no, we won’t be… making love tonight.” He paused then, his voice lowering. “In fact, I’ll be sleeping in the guest bedroom. Tonight, and for the next three weeks.”
His words left something unsaid. Something that Michelle deeply, truly, did not want to think about. Instead, she sat up and folded her hands in her lap, making sure her arms were pressing her tits together until they were about to spill right out of her top. Looking at him through a veil of her meticulously done-up hair, the hair she’d spent nearly an hour getting just so, she tried to turn her eyes into a tractor beam. “Sweetest… I need you. I need to feel you inside me, around me.”
Ed finally looked back at her, but his face was emotionless. “I said no.”
Pouting, Michelle was nonetheless determined to work through this inexplicable coldness from her cherished husband. She just couldn’t understand what had happened all of a sudden. “Sweetest, it’s Friday night. We can start off a whole weekend together, celebrating our love like last weekend.” She bent forward and beamed a grin at him. “I know you enjoyed that. Almost as much as I did, I think.”