Meet the Blakes...A solo thread(just for me. Feedback always welcomed in my box)

After a few weeks of fishing that resulted in a few teaser bites, I've decided to take my ball and go home. But I'm not pouting about it. It's hard to find someone to collaborate on an idea that is so concrete in your own mind...I mean these people have already taken up residence in my head so who am I to deny them their story being told because I can't find a partner willing to delve as deeply into debauchery as I would like. Everything isn't for everybody. No harm, no foul. But a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, so here I am doing it. Feel free to follow along, or don't. The choice is yours, I'll still be writing. But if you do choose to follow, PMs are always welcomed. Who knows, I might even take suggestions from the audience.

Introducing Gordon Blake

Thirteen years.

One hundred and fifty-six months.

Four thousand seven hundred and forty-five days.

Countless hours.

And all of it flooded through his mind at once. Their entire life together flashed before his minds eye the moment he pushed open that door. Flowers in one hand. The bear he gave her for their first Valentine's day, the bear she usually never left for a trip without, tucked under the same arm. His rolling carry-on approved suitcase on the floor at his feet. He was prepared to grovel. To beg. To make concessions.

Gordon Blake was not prepared for what greeted his light gray eyes. The sight of his wife, his precious Sophia, the love of his life, bent over before some overly tanned, long haired surfer type. Her long dirty blond hair wrapped tightly in his fist as he plowed into her...her ass. The sound of their bodies colliding made the scene that much more obscene, even with the man's animalistic grunts. And his wife's wanton pleas for more as the man slapped her bare bottom with such force that he left an angry red hand print on her soft porcelain skin.

Then he announced his climax and Gordon nearly fainted when his wife, the woman he devoted his life to, begged for this stranger to "fill her tight little asshole". The flowers fell from his slack grip and his usually olive skin went ashen at the sight of the man yanking his wife up by that long beautiful hair only to drive her hips forward as he shot his load inside her.

It was his gasp that finally turned them around, but Gordon didn't stick around to see their reaction. He made his way back to the airport in a daze and spent the night at the 24 hr. bar trying to drink himself blind. It didn't work of course, every time he closed his eyes Gordon saw it and he couldn't help but imagine what he missed. Did she blow him? Did he eat her sweet bare pussy without her needing to beg him first? Was that her first time on another man's cock? For the life of him he couldn't imagine what that stranger had that he didn't. Even from the door Gordon could see that he, at 6'3" was taller than that man. He kept himself in good shape, his abs were still washboardish and his pecks were still taut and high on on his chest. His cock wasn't that much bigger than Gordon's seven inches that was almost as thick as his wife's wrist. He tried to convince himself that he was disgusted, mortified with the humiliation of seeing his wife used by another man. He should have been angry, livid. He should have been calling his lawyer before he boarded the plane, but he didn't.

Midway through the flight, Gordon sobered up and realized all the thoughts of his wife were eliciting a different response. A response he had to cover with a blanket after a few questioning looks from the flight attendants. At only 36, Gordon never had a problem getting it up but this was the most resilient erection he'd had since his teens. Reciting the Gettysburg Address, Micky Mantle's career stats, and all the guys in his fantasy football league did nothing to loosen his pants. Eventually he had to make the embarrassing waddle to the bathroom to relax himself. Thinking of his wife with another man the whole time.

By the time he landed in his home city, Gordon was thoroughly confused about the state of his marriage. And still a little horny if he were being honest. He didn't sleep that night and somewhere in the middle of the next afternoon he called the office to inform his secretary that he would be working from home for the rest of the week.

As confused as he was, Gordon still didn't call that lawyer. Nor did he call his wife. He needed to think. That had always been his strong suit. Intellect saw him graduate from business school a year early and become the youngest VP of Marketing in the history of the Sporting News Network. But this wasn't exactly a thinking man's problem. A thinking man would have been on the phone with a divorce lawyer while he packed his wife's belongings. A thinking man would have been making an emergency visit to his doctor for a full STD panel.

But Sophia had always made him dumb. That's how he fell so madly in love with her in the first place. And even as he sat alone in the home they built together, Gordon was still deeply in love with his wife. He wanted to keep her, so he switched gears and focused on what he needed to do to achieve his goal. His first instinct was marriage counselors and he started a search for therapists in their area but somehow he meandered onto a site devoted to cuckoldry. It wasn't exactly a porn site, more informative, but the entire time he browsed the page Little Gordon stood at a firm attention until Big Gordon took a break from learning and switched over to actual porn.

One video turned quickly to three and a hour turned into four as he browsed and beat off and browsed some more. It was like a light bulb went off with every load he shot. Porn usually wasn't his thing but maybe that was because he hadn't found the right videos. He went to bed that night with a new thoughts in his mind and woke up the next morning with new purpose. As soon as he opened his eyes, Gordon Blake grabbed his phone to text his wife.

We need to talk, but it can wait until you come home...so please come home.

Ladies and Gentlemen...Sophia Blake

We need to talk, but it can wait until you come home...so please come home.

Sophia Blake read the text over and over again in the final days of her trip. She wrapped herself up in work, distracting herself from the knowledge that she herself had drove the final nail into the coffin of her marriage. Try as she might, the 34 year old freelance photographer, couldn't wrap her mind around what she had done. She tried to blame it on her husband, after the fight he started that drove her out of the house six hours before her flight. She tried to blame the man she met in the boarding area, his name she couldn't even remember. But none of it stuck. She and Gordon had been fighting for years, yet she had never gone outside their marriage. At 5'7", her svelte Pilates shaped body covered in deep olive skin had always drawn the attention of men and she accepted it with playful indifference.

Even in the two years they spent apart after Gordon graduated and move to Connecticut while she finish school and pursue her dreams, Sophia remained the faithful girlfriend to her preppy boyfriend. Despite their opposing views on life in general, somehow they found common ground with each other. He was a city boy groomed in old money prep school for a place in some board room, while she was the late in life child of two hippie farmers who never left Woodstock. But somehow the two found each other in the culture clash that was the campuses of RISD and Brown. It was a party on Hope St. that brought them together. One minute they were locked in a fierce debate over the financial obligations of the rich, the next they were stumbling back to his frat house for a round of awkward drunken sex. He said he loved her nose ring and she was surprising drawn to his J.Crew style. It was an unlikely match but somehow they made it work. Even after his parents threatened to disown him when they met hers, Gordon fought for their relationship. For love.

Now it seemed they only fought because of it. Sophia felt like he expected her to change once they married, that she would simply drop everything and become the perfect little trophy wife of his dreams. She was starting to think maybe they should have never married, and Sophia told him so the night she stormed out of their big house in the gated community she hated so much. She told him that too.

That's how the fight started. Gordon came home to find her smoking a joint in the living room binge watching Orange is the New Black. He called her a dirty hippie under his breath as he passed in front of the TV for his nightly scotch. She ignored him but that only seemed to egg him on. He stormed around the ground floor of their home mumbling about how she spent her days. "Home all day you'd think a man might get a hot meal when he comes home...maybe run a vacuum over the carpet...smells like a fucking frat house in here..." That last one did it, broke her out calm and a shouting match ensued.

They both said things they shouldn't have. About each other. Their families. It was the worst they'd ever had and she cried the entire ride to the airport. As soon as she got through security, Sophia parked herself at a bar and called her mother to say that she had been right. Their marriage was over.

Needless to say, she didn't expect for Gordon to show up at her hotel room at the worst possible moment. The sex wasn't even that great and she chased after him in just her robe, hoping that he would stop and they could talk. Just as she got to the lobby she saw him climbing into the shuttle van and collapsed on the floor as he drove off. She would have followed him home but, Sophia was on assignment and had her reputation to consider. There was no choice, she had to stay.

In the 48 hours following being caught with another man blowing his load in her ass, several wild ideas floated around Sophia's mind. She imagined Gordon using her time away to pack up all her belonging. Maybe even destroying some of her most precious things. The equipment in her home dark room. Her collection of vintage cameras. She was certain he'd been on the phone with his father, getting the contact info of the divorce lawyer the elder Blake kept on retainer. The last thing she expected was a text at 5 am island time. There were still three days left in her trip, but Sophia didn't text him back. Instead she buried herself in work, producing some of the best shots she'd ever done and earning herself an offer for a staff position. It wasn't the first and she turned it down like all the others. She'd spent her career cultivating relationships with journalists and writers in order to maintain her freelance lifestyle. Sophia liked her freedom, and owning the rights to her work.

Unfortunately the freedom she earned in her career didn't extend to her married life. The whole ride home, she contemplated her next course of action. She had enough saved up to get a place of her own and the digital age had made printing a much less cumbersome endeavor. The darkroom at home was more for nostalgia's sake. She wouldn't fight a divorce, if that's what he wanted but the more she thought about that the more she realized that was not something she wanted. They were madly in love once and Sophia couldn't help but hope that maybe they could get that back.

That didn't mean she was in any rush to get home. She changed her flight so that she would arrive while Gordon would be at work. Her heart sank when she saw his Audi coupe parked in the driveway at noon on a Wednesday afternoon. Part of her wanted to tell the driver to keep going, but she couldn't make the words. It took her a moment to get out, even after he put her bags on the curb and opened her door.

Even despite the message, she had all but expected for her key not to work on the front door. Still pushed it into the lock and held her breath as the lock turned. Held it still as she pushed open the front door and stepped inside.

There he was, his dark brown hair was a mess all over his head and there was the start of a beard on his angled jaw. Sophia was surprised to see speckles of gray on his chin and tears came to her eyes at the sight of him in such a state.

"Gordon," she whimpered and his head spun to face her. The shock in his light eyes brought a small smile to hers and in that moment she realized, maybe it wasn't as over as she thought.

"Soph...you didn't call...I thought...I'm so glad you came home," he said all in a rush as he jumped off the couch and nearly ran to her. As he came closer and picked up her bags, Sophia noticed something else about her husband that better explained his red eyes and unusually disheveled appearance.

"Gordon Blake are you high?!"

Life, Liberty, and The Pursuit of Happiness

"Uhhh a little bit yeah," was Gordon's embarrassed response, but the sound of her laughter wiped it all way. He wanted to kiss her, to take her in his arms and squeeze her tight, instead he hefted her bags like he used to when they first got married and carried them up the stairs. "I'll go drop these in our room and maybe we can order some delivery from that Moroccan place you like," he said over his shoulder before his disappeared down the hall.

When Sophia hadn't responded to his text and didn't show up when she was scheduled to, Gordon had thought the worst. He allowed those first feelings take hold and in a matter of hours found himself in a full blown depression. It didn't help that he hadn't showered in days, basically living in the same clothes for the past week. The white v-neck undershirt was speckled with various food stains and his sweats were rip from swamp as and dried cum. He shook his head at the pathetic image of his reflection in the wall of mirrors in their bedroom an cursed himself for not being more resilient.

"If she wasn't going to leave you before Gordo, what's to stop her now," he mumbled to himself as he stripped down. He thought a quick shower might do him some good. A change of clothes even better, and he set to it with a little bounce in his step.

Back downstairs, Sophia heard the sound of the tap and smiled a little as she surveyed the state of their living room. There were empty beer bottles on every surface, a stack of pizza boxes teetered on the edge of one end table while her bowl and stash box lay open on the other. All the fancy liquor decanters were empty and a half empty bottle of cheap scotch sat in the middle of the coffee table with no glass in sight. She bit back all the retaliatory comments that came to her mind just grabbed the recycling bin from the kitchen and proceeded to fill it up. She tossed all the old pizza as well and lit a few incense to pick up the slack of the bamboo reed oil diffusers she had strategically placed around the entire first level.

The kitchen was no better. The sink was full of dirty dishes and Sophia set about loading up the dishwasher before she went around the rest of the areas Gordon frequented to collect anything that didn't make it back into the kitchen. There were a couple plates on the patio and empty ice cream coated bowls in his office. His laptop was open on his desk, and usually she wasn't one to look but she couldn't help her double take when she glanced at the screen.

A freeze frame of a man sitting with his head on the edge of the bed. A woman bent over, straddling his face, while another man shot his load down her spread slit. It was a disturbingly erotic image that Sophia never imagined Gordon would find appealing. He always claimed to be uninterested in porn, a claim she tested out often enough in their life together to know it was true. Before she knew it, Sophia had plopped herself down in his chair and pushed play, curious as to where the scene might go. She never expected the man on the floor to open his mouth to accept the seed of the other, nor did she expect the camera to pan to another man furiously beating his cock in the corner.

"See baby this is what I need," the buxom brunette moaned as the man shooting his load pushing his still spurting cock back into her ass. The man on the floor leaned forward to suck his balls, moaning the whole time. The camera then panned to the man in the chair, as he too shot his load. "Mmm you like that huh baby...you like watching your wife get plowed by another man's cock."

Sophia's mouth fell open at that and Gordon came in just in time to see the shock wash over her face.

"It's not what you think," he shouted as he rushed over and slammed the laptop closed. In just a pair of loose basketball shorts, Gordon took her hand and kneel down before her. "I'm so sorry Soph...this is all my fault. I never wanted you to change. I love you exactly the way you are. It's me who needs to change and I'm going to. We used to have fun together and I've been so busy with work I forgot that's why I fell in love with you all those years ago...why I'm still in love with you. I've taken you for granted Soph and I'm so sorry for that. I drove you away..."

"It was both of us," she said as she reached down to wipe his tears. "And I'm sorry too. All of that doesn't excuse me going outside of our marriage. That was a terrible mistake and it will never happen again...ever. We need to get back to the way we used to be and we can't do that if I'm screwing around. I don't want to lose you Gordon..."

"And I don't want to lose you," he said as he reached up to cup her face in his hands. "I love you Sophia...really I do and seeing you with another man...it...I can't...something broke inside of me but I don't think that was a bad thing." Gordon took a deep breath and looked her in the eye. "I have to ask you something...and I need you to be completely honest..."

"That was the first time Gordo I swear," she said and he smiled at the sound of his nickname on her lips. He sat up to kiss her then, his hands slipping behind her head to tangle in the length of her beach wavy dirty blond hair. "And I honestly don't know what got into me. He wasn't anything special...I was just so angry at you that I completely lost my shit for a minute..."

"But you enjoyed it though didn't you?" he asked quickly and Sophia opened her mouth to deny it.

There was something in the way he looked at her that stopped the words before they made it out of her mouth. Sophia shift her green eyes down to the floor and caught sight of the tent forming in his shorts.

"You never made noises like that for me...not even when we first started," he said quietly as his hands drifted down her shoulders. "I wish I could have done that for you Soph...given what you needed."

"Is that what you think Gordon, that I'm some kind of insatiable slut," she said tearfully and moved to push him away, but Gordon held onto her, pulling her into his bare chest. "I'm not some whore! It was a moment of weakness, that's it Gordon."

She was sobbing now, and that's the last thing Gordon wanted, so he simply held her. Stroking her back and occasionally planting soft kiss along her neck. Sophia kept repeating how sorry she was and how he deserved so much better, all Gordon could think was how perfect she was for him. And when she calmed down he told her so.

"I don't think you're a whore baby but you have to admit we have never been the same speed. At least I gave it a shot in the beginning. I used to get excited when you asked me to do things for you and I can't remember the last time you actually had a good time in the sack..."

"It was your birthday. You went out with your brothers and came home hammered," she said with a giggle and leaned back to look at him. "I had already gone to sleep but you came in and demanded that I sit on your face..."

"I did didn't I," he said with a chuckle, vaguely remembering the night almost six months ago. "I think you tried to slip me a finger."

"Tried! I did and you loved it but you denied it in the morning," she clarified with a raised eyebrow, making Gordon blush. "It was two actually and you came on my tits...it was pretty hot Gordo."

"It was wasn't it?"

She smiled at that, the first genuine one he'd seen in a long time and he kissed her gently. They were silent a moment as they held each other. Gently stroking each others back. Even despite the tenderness, Sophia couldn't mistake the pulsing column of flesh against her calf.

"I just want you to be happy Soph," Gordon whispered after a time, kissed the top of her head.

"Now it's your turn to be honest," she said and used her t-shirt to wipe her snotty nose. Again the color rose beneath his beard, but in the end Gordon nodded. "How long were you in that doorway?"

"Long enough to know that you thoroughly enjoyed making that mistake," was his snorting reply and Gordon planted a soft kiss on her forehead just so Sophia knew he was teasing. "And long enough to know I enjoyed watching it," he added with a sheepish grin.

"Then why did you run away Gordo," she said giving him a playful shove as she stood up and he followed suit, together they finished cleaning up his mess.

And for the first time in a long time, the silence was companionable. They moved around each other with ease despite the palpable tension in the air. And his half hard cock bobbing in his shorts. Sophia kept finding her eyes on him and Gordon kept finding a reason to touch her, but still the got the house back in order before they sat down with the array of take-out menus spread out before them on the counter. They even shared a stool with Sophia balanced one of Gordon's strong thighs and his arms wrapped around her waist. The feel of his warm breath on her neck gave her goosebumps, just as her fingers glancing across his forearm sent pleasant shivers straight down to his cock. After some playful debate, they settled on his first suggestion and Gordon did the honors of placing the call while Sophia headed upstairs to wash the plane stink off.

By the time she returned, in one of his old t-shirts, the food had arrived and Sophia was shocked to find a little picnic setup in front of the fire place. Gordon had dimmed the lights and lit all the candles he usually complained about. A blanket was spread out on the floor and a bottle of white wine sat chilling in the engraved silver ice bucket they received as a wedding present. An ice bucket that went unused before tonight. She beamed as her husband held out his hand to her and helped her down to sit beside him.

"This is nice," she said with a grin and he chuckled around a mouthful of lamb tangine.

"No this is nice," he said and gave her t-shirt a tug. "I remember when you stole that from me..."

"You should...it was after one of your sleazy bros booted on me at one of those awful parties you guys used to throw."

"You loved those parties Soph...admit it."

"No, Gordo, I loved you. Still do," she admitted easily, ending the conversation. The rest of their meal was consumed in silence, with the exception of the 90's rock station playing in the background. Once they were thoroughly stuffed, Gordon put away all the leftovers, turned off the music and fired up the Xbox while Sophia looked on with furrowed brows.

"Let's have some fun for a change," he said and passed her the wireless guitar. It had been years since they played video games together and Gordon figured this would be a nice way to get their good times rolling again.

"Only if you get baked with me first...for old times sake," she said, already rolling a joint. Gordon offered a shrug and sat on the floor beside her as he cycled through the catalog for something they could both play. Sophia watched him with a smirk, knowing full well what he was doing and called him on it. "There isn't a song on that list you can best me in Gordon Blake so just pick one so we can go."

He laughed at that as she passed him the joint and selected a song that had a bit of nostalgia attached to it. "When You Were Young" by the Killers. Gordon wasn't a big fan but he'd gotten Sophia tickets for one of theirs for the sole purpose of proposing while they played her favorite song. The stunt almost saw him trampled as the crowd erupted around them and she was too caught up in the music to notice him down on one knee. It took a stranger tapping her on the shoulder for her to recognize and she thought he was hurt. He must have repeated himself a thousand times before she understood but the song was over by then. Still, said yes and that was all that matter.

Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness II

It was well after midnight by the time Gordon called it quits, but much to Sophia's delight he bowed out gracefully. Kneeling before her and kissing her hands as he declared of "Queen of the Axe". However playful, it was sign of change because Gordon Blake never admitted defeat to anyway. Even in their family tag football games he tackled children to keep them from scoring on him and whenever he was called on his poor sportsmanship he always had an excuse of some kind as to why his behavior was warranted. Not this time.

That wasn't the only thing that was different. It could have been the eighth of pot they smoked but the air around him seemed light somehow. His smile brighter. His laughter came easier. Even when she teased him for his lack of skills, all Gordon did was laugh and shrug his shoulders. "Yeah I suck so what? You married me, so what's that say about you?"

With the game put away and the candles still burning, Sophia took his hand and pulled him down to sit on the blanket beside her. "I want to try something," she said as she pulled him down to lay on his back before she lay down on hers so that they were face to face with their feet in opposite directions. She reached up to run her fingers along his stubbled jaw and Gordon in turn reached to touch her face. They just lie there a moment. Listening to the sounds of each other's breath. The crackle of the fireplace.

To Gordon it felt like time froze for a moment as he watched the flicker of candlelight on the ceiling. Usually, he scoffed at Sophia new age shenanigans but he had to admit, this was nice. The feeling of her soft hair as he ran his fingers through it. The smell of her homemade shampoo mingled with her natural scent filled his nostrils and he found himself turning his head to better breath her in.

And eventually she turned to face him, their noses touching as she rest her chin on his forehead. "I never meant to hurt you Gordo." It came out in a whisper and he felt her tears on his cheeks. "I just felt so lost...and that's not an excuse..."

"You don't need one Soph. We can get through this," he said, just as quietly and reached to take her hand from his cheek. "We will get through this," he said as he kissed her palm.

"I hope you're right," she said, turning to look up at the ceiling again.

"I know I am," he said confidently, making her laugh a little. "I'm serious babe. I learned a lot about you that night...about us. I've been taking you for granted for far too long and you deserve better..."

"He wasn't better Gordon..."

"Don't try to spare my feelings Sophia. I know when you're faking and that wasn't it...and that's okay. I'm okay with that."

"What are you getting at Gordon Blake?"

He could tell by the way she said it that Sophia already had an idea and was simply looking for confirmation. That didn't mean she would agree, Gordon knew that what he was about to propose could make or break his marriage with word choice alone. So he took his time, formulating the best way to tell his wife he wanted to watch her fuck other guys. He cursed himself for smoking so much pot before having this talk with her. His tolerance was shit these days and his mind kept drifting to other things. Sexual things, but still jumbled nonetheless.

"I just want us to have fun again," he said as he turned her face gentle to his and kissed her nose. "You're a beautiful woman and that shouldn't be wasted on a man who can't keep up, no matter how badly I wish I could. I just don't have it in me. My stamina has always been shit," he said with a chuckle and thankfully, she laughed too. "I want us to explore together...see what works and what doesn't...I'm going to tell you the God's honest truth Soph. I've never been as hard as I was when I opened that door. I mean as soon as I saw you...all sweaty with you ass in the air...your hair all over the place...begging for that strangers cock...I tried to be angry, really I did but I couldn't hold onto it. I was so hard it hurt...so hard that I actually rub one out in the airplane bathroom. Shot the biggest load of my thirties and it still didn't go down. It was amazing Sophia...you were amazing and I can't get the sight of his load dripping down your thighs out of my head.

"I know that's a lot to take in all at once but I love you and I don't want to lose you. I want us to be happy again and I think we can be so long as we don't have anymore secrets..."

"And I let you watch me fuck other dudes," she said with a dismissive scoff and Gordon shook his head.

"I'm not trying to whore you out..."

"Sounds like that's exactly what you're trying to do Gordon."

"No I'm not. It's not like I want to post your picture on some seedy website or have you parade around in front of my buddies in short skirts with no panties on. Maybe we go to a swinger's club every once in a while, just to see what's out there. Maybe we join a dating site...either way we'd make choice together and if you're not into it I won't bring it up again but I could't keep it from you."

She had no comeback for that, nor did she pull away. Gordon knew Sophia was thinking about it at the very least and whether she agreed or not, he had done his part. She wouldn't mind him watching porn to get his rocks off. They'd probably watch together from now on.

"So I won't come home to random dudes sitting on the couch looking at me like a piece of meat?"

"Not in less you arranged it yourself," Gordon said with a grin and reached to adjust his growing hard-on. Just talking about it had got him going again, he only hoped the conversation was having the same effect on his wife.

Sophia Takes Charge

It was a lot for her to take in, and surprisingly not because she was opposed to any of what her husband suggested. Sophia was more concerned about how easy it was for him to bring it up. Gordon had always been a little uptight about sex...well a lot up tight. Having parents who probably only had sex to procreate will do that to you. The Blakes were cold people, not only to her but to each other. Sophia had never met kids who actually referred to their parents as "Mother" and "Father" until Gordon and his brothers. All of them had varying degrees of intimacy issues. The oldest, Dr. Chadwick Blake, was working on his third divorce at only 42 and prided himself for avoiding expensive child support payments by not procreating with any of his wives. The youngest, Montgomery, was the most normal of the three but Sophia always attributed that to heavy drug use. Now that he was sober though, he had a wife and son of his own, and steered clear of the Blake family estate.

Then there was Gordon, the middle child and Sophia never actually saw him naked with the lights on until after they moved in together. And that was only because she barged in on him in the shower. He was irate but Sophia fixed it with a blowjob and their first shower sex. That was only the first hurdle. Sophia had years of high society old money indoctrination to contend with, something her ex-hippie co-operative organic farming parents weren't equipped to prepare her for. What Gordon learned to be chivalrous was glorified misogyny. And she was't talking about his need to walk her home from parties and pick her up for dates. It was his need to order for her and pay for everything. How he said things like her posing nude for art classes was improper. "You might as well be a prostitute," he'd told her during an argument that almost ended their relationship.

Somehow they got through it. Well he begged her to take him back and foolishly Sophia did. They were in love. She figured with time he would open up and for a while he did, but things sort of stalled out once he made his way to management level. Longer days at the office and schmoozing with the executives had him reverting back to his old ways, and that's when the fighting started. He started suggesting that she "get a serious job". Started hinting that people didn't take her seriously because of her boho-chic style. He started to sound like his mother, the passive aggressive twat, and Sophia treated his unsolicited advice just as she had his mother's. She ignored it, or at least tried, but eventually all the passive aggressive jabs turned to blatant hurtful insults and it wore on her. She started taking more out of town work, the longer the trip the better, just to get out of the house. Even started stockpiling a little nest egg of her own in the event that things went completely sideways.

But through all the growing turmoil, Sophia never thought to step outside of her marriage. Gordon said seeing her with another man broke something inside him, she broke the night she left. When he called her "a useless wannabe hippy cunt." "You think you're better than me...you think you're an artist. You're last spread was in Maxim sweetheart you might as well be doing porn," he screamed at her, inches from her face. She thought he might hit her, part of her wished he had. It might have hurt less and it would have given her an excuse to test out the Krav Maga she'd been taking for the last few years. But he didn't, instead he started apologizing immediately. Begged her not to go and for the first time, she didn't even look back.

Now here they were, laying on the floor nose to nose, listening to the sounds of each others breathe after a night of making amends. This wasn't the first time Gordon had forced his way back into her good graces, but it was the first time Sophia actually believed he might change.

"I don't know about this Gordo," she said as she stood up and moved around the room blowing out candles. The only light left came from the fireplace as she came back to him and pulled off her t-shirt. His t-shirt. Sophia stood over him, watched as his lidded eyes widened to take in her nakedness. He reached up to touch her, one outstretched hand aiming for her long toned leg, and Sophia kicked it away gently, a coy smirk coming to her face as he groaned. "Do you really think you can watch me kiss another man," she asked as he stepped over his torso and lowered herself slowly to sit on his chest. Her legs spread wide, Sophia used her feet to push his arms away from his chest and pressed her heels into his armpits to keep him where she wanted him.

"How long were you in that doorway Gordon," she asked with hard eyes on him as she slowly ran her hands over her spread pussy. "Tell me everything you saw," she demanded as she began to rub her clit in slow tight circles. But Sophia had no intentions of letting him answer. As soon as Gordon opened his mouth, she started speaking again, her voice breathy and full of lust. "Did you see him throw me down on the bed...tear my panties open so he could bury his face in my hot wet pussy. He didn't even bother taking my dress off, just pushed it up over my hips. God Gordon he ate me so good. I was screaming his name before he even pulled his cock out. It was Tommy by the way...Tommy something I can't remember...And you know what Tommy wasn't afraid to put his tongue in my tight little backdoor," she moaned as her head rolled backward and she pushed her first two fingers deep inside her opening.

"It felt so good to have a man finally take advantage of all that plug work. You know he even asked if I had any toys...of course I did. You know I never leave home without my vibrator. I showed it to him and he had me lay down with my head off the edge of the bed. You know what he did then Gordo...you know what that stranger did to your wife? I'll tell you exactly what he did to your wife," she moaned as she picked up the pace. Her hands moved in a blur, one battered her clit while the other pounded three fingers into her cunt. One of the pleasures of being ambidextrous meant Sophia could keep a good rhythm with both hands.

As she edged closer and closer to climax, Sophia slid up Gordon's torso so that the arch of her feet rested on his biceps, pushing them down as her hips writhed on his chest. She was inches from his face now and he watched her intently, his tongue coming out to wet his lips as he lifted his head off the ground. "What did he do to you baby?" he asked with a grunt, struggling a little under her weight, and Sophia giggled as she looked him in the eye.

"He pulled my head off the edge of the bed and forced his thick cock down my throat. He fucked my mouth until my eyes watered and I almost passed out..."

"Oh god Soph...please let me..."

"Fuck you Gordon this is my story," she said with a grin and lay back, her head settled against his erection. She felt it jump at the contact and grinned wider, knowing that her display was turning him on. "I think you like my story...all these details how this stranger used your wife..."

"Please Sophia let me touch you," he pleaded and she let out a breathy giggle as she rocked her body back and forth along his chest.

"You'd love that wouldn't you, but I'm not done," she said as she set up abruptly and lean forward, her knees digging into his arms as she raised up with her pussy hovering over his face. Sophia looked down at him just in time to see his mouth open and smiled. "Mmmm you so want to taste me don't you?"

Gordon nodded vigorously and tried to lift his head, but Sophia wanted no parts of that and told him so with a hard flick to his forehead. "Ah ah ahhh," she teased, the grin unchanged on her face as she continued to work her right hand against her pussy. "You had years to have me on your face baby but you always seemed so uninterested. Now that I've had another cock in me you want it huh? You said you keep thinking about his load dripping own my thighs...well Gordon I hate to tell you this," she lied, her eyes locked with his. "That cum shot you saw was his third that night and after you left he gave me another..."

"Fuck Sophia...please..."

"I swallowed the first one..."

"I just...please just let me taste you..."

"I told him I was on the pill so he filled my pussy up and kept fucking me hard until it was shooting back onto his big fat dick. I begged him to fuck my ass then and he spit all over my tight little whole before he shoved his sloppy cock inside me. It felt so fucking good Gordon...you have no idea...so full...ohhhh baby I'm gonna cum...holy fuck baby I'm gonna cum so hard...oh god oh yes oh fuck..." Before she could warn him, Sophia was squirting a load of her own all over her husbands face and he didn't react at all how she thought he would. Mouth open wide, his tongue came out to swipe rapidly along his lips and lower jaws and for that Sophia thought he deserved a reward. She shoved her sloppy fingers into his mouth, stroking them in and out as if it were a cock.

"When I came back to the room," she continued as she settled down on his chest, rubbing her sensitive pussy along his chest, smearing her juices as she went. "I admit I was devastated but I didn't want Tommy to leave, so I got in the shower and left the door open. He wasn't that bright but he understood that invitation and joined me, asked if he could have my ass one more time for the road and I bent over for him. He fucked me so hard I pissed myself and he didn't stop. As soon as I said it he pulled his dick out of my ass and shoved it right in my cunt...fucked my bladder empty..."

"Shit Soph I'm need to fucking cum," he growled as he lurched forward, throwing her back as he yanked his cock free. And Sophia didn't stop him, she didn't touch him either. Instead she lay down on the floor in front of him, eyes on his twitching cock and grinned.

"So cum," she said as she licked her lips and shift her eyes up at him. "Do it Gordon...I know you want to shoot your load all over me..."

"Oh god yes," he groaned as he doubled over, one hand on her breast the other gripped his cock, moving rapidly up and down his shaft. Each stroke punctuated with a grunt as his fist slammed against his pelvis. "Oh fuck Soph...oh fuck..."

"That's it Gordo show me how much you loved listening to how hard I got fuck...prove you want to watch me bounce on another man's cock."

That sent him over the edge and Sophia gasped at the force of his explosion as the first blast hit her on the chin. The next painted her neck, her breasts, a few pearls even made it to her hair, but still she grinned giddily as she stood up and grabbed a handful of his hair to pull his head up.

"Now lick it off...every drop," she said sweetly and Gordon didn't even hesitate, attacking every rope of cum with his mouth, smearing it with his face. "Mmmmm that's my good boy. You're gonna clean up all the mess aren't you?"

"Mmmhmm," he mumbled as he suckled at her chin, making sure not to miss a drop before she yanked him away.

"Good," she said with a hard slap to his cheek as she looked down at him with hard eyes. "You want me fucked by other guys then you're gonna take every load I do and thank me for it, you understand me Gordon Blake. Every single one."

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