Twisted Obsession (Closed)

[Rocket1010]

Sunday late afternoon - Bryson and Brie talk on the way home

Bryson wanted to ask Brie why she seemed so distant, so withdrawn. Was there something on her mind? He squeezed her hand, listening to her tell of her day with Jack. His eyes shot open when she mentioned she won some money. For a terrible instant, he wondered how much and then a thought of using her money to gamble floated in his brain. He shook his head, trying to make the thought flee. But the thought of winning at the casino tables thrilled him.

He turned his head for a moment in traffic to look at his wife. She was waiting for his response. What the fuck did she ask me? Then it came to him. "I was planning to tell you on the ride home honey. It's just that I got so excited about my meeting with the investors." He squeezed her hand again as if to reassure her he was telling her the truth. "I promise baby that I was going to tell you," he added reassuring his hand gesture with his words.

There was a momentary silence, each thinking of the days events. Bryson couldn't stop thinking about Jack's offer to open his own business and Brie turning her head to stare out the window once more.

He released her hand and touched her bare thigh, startling his wife. 'She is hiding something,' he thought as she turned to look at him.

"We do owe Jack a lot and tomorrow you can learn more about him. I know him as a fair man who wants to help us get ahead (he left out the huge debt he owed the man). He's in a rough business, what with all the money flowing through the casinos each day. (Bryson was unaware of his other business ventures of drugs and prostitution). I bet he has to have a lot of security to make sure no one robs him."

There was a slight pause and he could see that Brie continued to look at him out of the corner of his eye as he pulled into their driveway. Turning off the engine, he shifted in his seat and squeezing her thigh and then running his fingertips a little up her thigh, he smiled. "Let's enjoy the evening on Jack and have a good time. I hear the food is fantastic and the entertainment is great. It might be just the relaxing evening we need. What do you say we have a fun relaxing time on Jack Muldoon? You never know where it might lead," he chuckled squeezing her thigh just below her panties and leaning toward her for a kiss before they entered their condo.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Bryson’s lips were tender as he kissed her chastely, pulling back to breathe her in for a moment, eyes hooded and suggestive. Brie chased his mouth, defences crumbling. How long had it been since her husband had kissed her that way? She buried her moan in the slant of his lips, eyes falling shut as she kissed him a bit more deeply now.

She clasped his jaw in her palms and held them there for a little bit longer, enjoying the intimacy of it all, which she had no felt from Bryson in a very long time. Due to the marks on her back from Jack, Brie was hesitant to let Bryson go too far with her but she was excited at the prospect of reconnecting with him. Even if he went down on her or they had sex in missionary where he couldn’t see the marks she might get away with it.

The question became: would the sex even be any good? Would it be worth the disappointment she felt for a quick pump-and-dump where she was left with no satisfaction?

Likely not after Jack had successfully raised the bar and given her the best sex of her life over the last few evenings, though she would never admit that to him.

Brie pulled away and reached for the door handle.

“It’s going to be a lovely night, Bryson. How about we go in and get changed and head over to the club? I could do with a quick shower before we do. I understand how things get away from you when you’re excited so I forgive you for letting it slip your mind but tonight I expect your attention be all on me,” she teased him, laughing.

“I don’t want to talk about Jack Muldoon tonight, even if he is being generous. If I wanted to hear about him I’d go to dinner with him instead of my husband!”

It came off as a joke but as soon as she’d said it, Brie wondered if the joke had gone too far, mouth immediately snapping shut and silence prevailing.

It felt like a good time to bail from the vehicle and hurry into the house.

 

[Rocket1010]

Sunday evening - Brie and Bryson get ready to go out on the town

Bryson was encouraged by Brie's reaction to the amorous kisses. He had pressed the garage door opener just as she reacted with a hint of fervent desire. The kiss set a kindling inside and he wanted it to turn into a blaze. He wanted more ….. more kisses, more touches, and maybe just maybe he could last longer than he had in a long while. He tried to remember the last time they had spontaneous sex but his memory was clouded. Glancing at the neighbors condo and the street, he saw no one that would spy on them. The thought of pulling the car into the garage and continuing was overwhelming. But then Brie pulled away and reached for the door handle.

He listened, instantly depressed that this was over. She wanted to go into the house and get cleaned up for the nightclub. Bryson watched as she slipped from an amorous into a more business-like mood. It was clear to him, she wanted to get a shower rather than have a quick sexual tryst in the car. What was he doing wrong? And then she mentioned her expectation that he would give her all the attention tonight. Maybe he was too quick to judge her.

And then she mentioned Jack's name and going to dinner with him, excluding him. Was she smitten by Jack Muldoon? Bryson sat in the car for a minute, watching his wife stroll into the condo. He had to make sure he stayed sober tonight so they could continue what had started in the car.

In the house, he heard the shower running in the master bathroom and for a moment, he thought of joining his wife. But something stopped him. She made it clear in the car that she wasn't interested in fooling around until maybe later tonight. Grabbing his clothes, he retreated to the guest bedroom and showered, wishing he had the courage to join her in the shower.

After dressing in the spare bedroom, he walked out to the living area and waited for Brie. He was both excited to go to the Blue Lagoon with his wife but he wondered if she was all that excited. The memory of being brushed off in the car still lingered. When she appeared, he whistled at the outfit she had chosen.

"Very lovely Brie. You'll be the hit of the club tonight." She smiled, giving him a kiss on the cheek so she wouldn't mess up her make-up. Hooking her arm with his they headed to the garage. "Maybe we should call Jack to join us." He didn't know why he said it but in an instant he knew it was the wrong thing to say.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Brie froze, slowly swivelling to face him. Her expression was tight, frown pulling at the corners of her mouth. Earlier, the joke had maybe been a bit over the line but this... This was outrageous.

Brie sighed, teeth biting down hard on her lip. The anger that she had pushed aside in the vehicle regarding the unexpected invitation to Blue Lagoon bubbles and she felt like it might bubble over. Bryson had previously avoided an argument but he would be lucky if he could get away without one this time. She felt a bit defensive, even if she really didn’t know why.

“Bryson. I said I wanted to spend the night with you but he is only a phone call away if you insist on such ridiculous jokes,” she warned quietly. She levelled him with deep, darkened brown eyes.

“You asked me how my day was. I told you. That’s the end of the story. There’s nothing to it other than the fact that my husband is my date tonight and not his boss. Now, are you done? Because if you aren’t so help me, I really will go in the house and tell Jack how sorry we are that we can’t attend despite his kind invitation and go to bed early.”

 

[Rocket1010]

Sunday evening - Brie and Bryson at the Blue Lagoon

Bryson reeled back as Brie angrily mentioned Jack's name and how he was only a phone call away. Would she really do that? Would she abandon her husband and go to dinner with a stranger? Would she call off the evening and ruin everything? He knew Jack longer than she did. He was not a man you wanted to made angry more than once. Besides Bryson was deeply indebted to him, both monetarily and now with the new business looming in his future.

Maybe it was all a good natured joke and he took it too far. But she started it in the car and now she is making it out to be his fault. He fumed inside. How could that be? How could all this be his fault when she started it? But he could tell something was bothering her and she was brewing for a fight. What was triggering her anger?

Thinking it would be better to drop the subject or else they were going to have a terrible fight, he gave her a soft smile. And he didn't want to disappoint Jack. Not now that he, Bryson Harper, was on the verge of success and he owed it all to Jack Muldoon.

Bryson took Brie into his arms, feeling her body stiffen as he rubbed her back. "I'm sorry baby. I only want us to have a good time tonight and enjoy ourselves. As you said, we should eat, drink, and be merry at Jack's expense."

He kissed her forehead and was about to give her a deep kiss when a horn honked in the driveway. Brie looked at him with questioning eyes, ready to ask but he quickly interjected, "I called Uber for a ride just in case we have a little too much. Don't want to get picked up by the police."

Bryson saw the wiry smile form on her cheeks and dismissed it as an approval. The driver was waiting for them, holding the door open. Once they were settled, the drive to the Blue Lagoon was made in relative silence. The driver was polite and courteous, getting them to the nightclub by 7 pm.

The Blue Lagoon got its name from the body of water behind the nightclub and restaurant. While there was seating in the restaurant, the nightclub was the main attraction. Big name entertainment played the club and it was always packed with well-to-do people who made their millions. Tonight was a headliner famous jazz singer from the south who sold millions of records and was in the jazz hall of fame.

An elegantly dressed woman met them at the door, asking if they were Bryson and Brie Harper. She smiled warmly, hooking her arms in theirs, telling them Jack had called and they were to be given special treatment. She guided them through the establishment where water features and decorations gave the sense of being in an aquarium. Dozens of fresh and salt water tanks scattered around the premises with all sorts of exotic fish and marine life.

They arrived at a table next to the stage and dance floor, giving them each a warm welcoming greeting. The elegant hostess knew better than to ask how they knew Jack. If Jack thought it was important to treat them right, then the couple would get treated very well.

As soon as they were seated, a waitress and waiter arrived. Amanda and Jason introduced themselves, telling them they would be at their service all night. Bryson ordered a bourbon straight up and Brie a fruity drink.

Bryson felt special being in this place. Finally he was getting a taste of the better half of society that he had craved for a long time. His employers had talked about the club but never invited their number one architect. He couldn't wait to rub it into their faces.

Glancing around the room at the growing crowd, he recognized some captains of industry. He was surprised when a hand clasped his shoulder. Turning quickly, she saw John Connelly, one of the investors he met earlier in the day. They exchanged greetings and the man and his wife, Brenda, acknowledged Brie. The men chatted for a few seconds before his wife nudged him, telling him their table was ready.

Amanda, the waitress, who looked like she jumped from a fashion magazine arrived with their drinks. After setting them on the table, she asked what kind of wine they wanted for dinner. Bryson ordered a red wine and it was apparent, as he held his glass up to his wife, that they could have all the free alcohol they wanted at Jack's expense. "Here's to the start of a great evening," clinking her fruity drink and then taking a large gulp of his bourbon.

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Jack thought of attending the Blue Lagoon but decided against it. Better not to show his face and ruin the evening for Brie. He was in his study when his cell phone rang, bringing a huge smile to crease his face. "Hello Amanda how is everything going?"

"Fine Mr. Muldoon. They arrived and Jason and I are taking good care of them. Just like you asked. Mr. Harper practically gulped down his bourbon."

"Good. I have a feeling our new friend may indulge too much. Make sure you water down some of his drinks so he stays a bit sober and call me when they leave."

Amanda told him she would and then clicked off leaving Jack to sit back in his oversized leather arm chair.

Picking up his glass of bourbon, he sipped it like any good bourbon drinker knows to do. His thoughts were on Brie Harper and not her husband. If he got inebriated that was his problem. He only had eyes for her and he had to bring out some hidden feelings that were repressed inside her. He as pretty sure she was enjoying herself at the exclusive club and he could see her on his arm someday walking into swanky establishments. But for now he had to bid his time.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Ouch! Even the lightest grip on the scratches on her back caused them to burn and Brie buried her wince in the meaty flesh of Bryson’s jugular. She did tense up but masked that with a lazy smile, curling her lips up and pressing closer to her husband. “Why, I think that’s the best idea you’ve had all night Bryson. Are you ready? I’m all set,” Brie announced, reaching for her clutch purse.

But Bryson appeared to have tuned her out suddenly, too concerned with the driver waiting for them outside. It was as if he didn’t even hear her speaking to him. That was not new, and certainly it would worsen as the evening persisted and Bryson began to imbibe more and more alcohol. Brie could only imagine that this night would be one of those where she laid awake and listened to her husband snore incessantly in her ear as he was wont to do when he was drunk. Of course, that would only come AFTER he tried to roll on top of her and clumsily lift her skirt for easy access.

Brie was already dreading that.

Though not a fan of wine, Brie did prefer that over the fruity cocktail her husband had ordered her. In fact, Brie hadn’t bothered herself with anything this sweet since her college days, much preferring the sharper punch of rum. Still, Brie supper away at it slowly until at least the bright pink concoction was gone and then reached for the wine.

Amanda was a doll and kept them topped up but the vast majority of her trips back and forth from the table to the bar were in Bryson’s stead — that man had already had almost four refills to Brie’s agonizingly slow gulps of that torture strawberry monstrosity, and Brie nodded gratefully when Amanda raised her eyebrow and gestured to her wine glass.

“Yes please,” she murmured, relieved smile settling into her features. The only way to deal with drunk, handsy, selfish Bryson was by also indulging in the proper number of beverages herself. For just a moment, Brie almost wished she WAS here with Jack; he certainly wouldn’t be at risk of making a fool of himself at any moment and Brie was certain he’d make for better company if one could just pass over his arrogance.

Despite all that, dinner was lovely. They enjoyed the tableside entertainment and the service was top notch. The establishment was well suited for a romantic evening between two lovers and even as much as Bryson was a bit tipsy but not overly buzzed, his hands stroking and playing with hers continuously overtop the tablecloth.

Biting her lip in the ladies’ washroom, Brie wondered nervously if Bryson would push for more (likely) and how best she could let him down gently. She didn’t need him seeing the marks in her back because then her atrocious affair would come to light and she’d be in major trouble. Then again... as Brie thought back to the evening’s events, the only overwhelming feeling she was left with was the sour taste of regret.

After everything, listening to him babble selfishly all evening and drink himself silly, Brie didn’t know the man she had sat across from at dinner. Brie didn’t love this man any longer. Brie was almost certain that she actually resented Bryson. Still, responsibility and duty to her family kept her chained. Now they had accrued debts as a family that needed paid down. Brie would struggle on her own even with her plentiful salary to pay them because Bryson’s credit was so terrible her name was attached to most everything. It didn’t matter that they were marital debts and a divorce could help settle that; it would still be a long process and too much trouble to go through all that at the moment. Plus, she could never hate the shame of knowing that her marriage had failed - she wasn’t stupid. She knew what people said about women like her, leaving their husbands “for their own good” but only to come out looking like a dirty whore (well, officially now, Brie could say that it was factual).

Flagging Amanda down for another refill on her wine, Brie fidgeted with her alfredo, twirling it on her fork in preparation for her next bite, nodding and mumbling half-hearted agreements at intervals when Bryson finally took a breath and stopped talking about every single detail of his meetings with Jack’s friends today. She had just raised the freshly refilled glass to her lips when Bryson squeezed her hand and directed her a look filled with heat.

Brie paused, lips parted around the glass rim.

The answer was yes - Bryson would be pushing for sex tonight. For a moment, Brie almost wondered why he wanted to bother fucking her when he had plenty of other harlots who were happy to get the job done for him (for nowadays, intercourse with Bryson did indeed feel like “work” to Brie).

For what felt like the millionth time today, Brie dropped her eyelashes and grinned complacently though she really wanted to roll her dark brown eyes instead.

Apparently, what Bryson wanted, Bryson got.

Even if Brie didn’t agree.

 

[Rocket1010]

Sunday Night - Brie and Bryson at the Blue Lagoon

The atmosphere at the Blue Lagoon was everything Bryson had heard about and even more. They were sitting among well-to-do patrons, men and women who had enough money to buy them twenty times over. It was evident some of them were stuffy and aregent. At first he felt intimidated but as the evening wore on and the drinks continued to flow, he felt more at ease. He could easily see himself coming here with Brie every weekend to rub elbows with the rich. Silently he vowed that once he got his office up and running, he would return to this elegant restaurant on his own merits.

And there was Brie, sitting across from him looking more beautiful that ever. When they finally made it big, he would buy her anything she wanted. He loved the way she listened patiently as he recounted the days events, nodding and smiling. He was still on a high, thinking how he wowed the investors. She had to be proud of him, didn't she?

Each drink gave him more encouragement and the desire to bed his wife tonight, swelled. Her soft smile and cute up-turn of her lips when she smiled only reinforced his desire to hold her in his arms and kiss those luscious lips.

His thoughts became more lustful when Amanda arrived at their table asking if everything was to their liking. Bryson told her they were enjoying themselves immensely and could she please replenish his drink. She nodded and shortly returned with another drink. Setting it down, she smiled sweetly and then gave him a hidden wink that Brie didn't see.

Her friendliness reminded him of the women in the casinos who came on to him. His eyes took in her bulging breasts and he couldn't help but remember how some of the women flaunted themselves at him (he didn't realize they were working for Jack so he would gamble more. It was a benefit Jack used with certain clientele).

Looking across the table when Amanda left, he saw her eyes taking him in. Was she thinking the same thing, making sweet love in the bedroom tonight? The effects of the alcohol began to slowly creep through his veins. Maybe tonight he could delay his urge for premature orgasm. The alcohol would curb the urge to ejaculate prematurely but there was a fine line when he couldn’t get it up. The drinks helped inhibit the strong sensations he felt when he entered her and her vaginal muscles squeezed his cock. The pressure was always too much but he found, in the past, when just the right amount of alcohol was consumed, he lasted a bit longer.

With dinner done, Bryson moved his chair next to Brie so they could watch and listen to the dynamic voice of a Las Vegas legend. Bryson held Brie's hand during the show as the entertainer sang her hits and others during her performance. The only time he released her hands was when Amanda brought him another drink. During the hour long show, Bryson had two more drinks and was feeling no pain when it was time to leave.

Standing, he smiled sweetly at his wife and put his arm around her shoulders. "You ready to go home baby." His words were slurred slightly and there was no missing his meaning about what he wanted when they got home. When they got into the Uber, he pulled her to him and kissed her hard and passionately, not caring what the driver thought. He wanted her tonight.

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Amanda smiled courteously when the couple readied to exit the nightclub, Calling Jack she informed him that Bryson and Brie had a good time and it appeared to her that Bryson had a little too much alcohol. Jack chuckled thinking of poor Bryson trying to get it up to satisfy his wife. Maybe he could but Jack doubted that whatever Bryson did tonight, it would not be enough to satisfy Brie's growing sexual appetite. He thanked Amanda and then calculated the time it would for the Uber driver to get the couple home. Picking up his bourbon, he sipped it very slowly, savoring the feel of it swishing on his palate before letting slip down his throat, thinking about the message he was going to send her.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Brie squeaked into his mouth, releasing a high-pitched blast of sound as Bryson’s mouth crushed against her. He was handsy and excited in the Uber, wet lips smacking messily against her chin and throat. At one point, one of his large hands disappeared up into her skirt and Brie clamped her legs shut in righteous concern that their unsuspecting driver would get one hell of a show.

The ride didn’t last long.

By the time Bryson was fumbling for the keys to their condominium, Brie could see the evidence of his drinking come to life. His hands were hyperactive, shaky and fidgeting. His breath was coming in pants already and there was a small bulge distending his trousers. That plus the horny way he’d pawed at her only a few minutes ago meant that his sobriety was a far-away dream.

Finally managing to unlock the door, Bryson yanked her inside and pressed his wife against the wall just inside the condo, mouth immediately searching out and homing onto his wife’s. This kiss had too much teeth and Brie grimaced, hands raising to clutch at his biceps. She tried to pull away and break the seal but his grip on her was tight. Surrendering herself to accept it, she willed her tense body to relax.

As the urgency calmed and Bryson seemed to realize that they had all night, his ardour settled a bit and the pace took a noticeable downturn. So did their positioning; Bryson redirected them to the plush sectional and pushed his wife down on top of it. Shedding his pants and boxers, Bryson immediately climbed between her thighs, pushing her skirt up and pulling her thin olive lace panties to the side.

On a usual basis, Bryson had no interest in foreplay. That was certainly exacerbated when he was drunk — he lacked the foresight or the stamina on a good day, but the alcohol stole his patience as well. There was no warning other than that as Bryson’s weight bore down on her and his penis invaded the heat of her vagina.

Brie was dismayed to note that even during intercourse with her husband, all she thought of was Jack. It didn’t help that she barely even felt Bryson moving inside her, so much smaller than her newest lover.

 

[Rocket1010]

Sunday night - Bryson explodes and Jack sends Brie a message

The alcohol induced urgency to make love to his wife was overwhelming. Gazing down at her, sprawled out on the sectional, sent a thrill through his veins. He should take his time, explore her a little before taking her but the devil inside him was ruling the evening. The muscle that would probe her pussy was aching to explore. He saw her eyes focusing on his weapon as he moved between her thighs. She wanted this too.

A thought skipped around in his brain. He was Bryson Harper, new owner of his own architectural business and just recently, took his wife to the swankiest restaurant in town (he conveniently forgot they were guests of Jack Muldoon). The heady thought of his growing emergence as a player entitled him to take his wife on his terms tonight.

The closer his shaft moved toward the target between her legs, her eyes only reaffirmed his belief that she wanted this too. Usually they lay in bed, fondling for a few minutes before he rolled on top of her. But tonight was different. He was feeling strong and virile, like a caveman taking what was rightfully his property. The alcohol was working to perfection.

Brie’s fingers dug into his shoulders, causing Bryson to moan as the head of his cock made contact with her fleshy furrow. Thrusting his hips forward, Bryson’s moan tripled, echoing around the living room as her heat enveloped him.

If the alcohol was enhancing his manliness, it was also playing havoc with Bryson’s mind. While he tried to slow down and last longer than usual, the sensations in his lustful brain were gaining speed.

Gripping the back of the sectional, his eyes were fixated on her gaze. Her brown orbs seared into his soul. The way she stared at him and the sensual look that spread across her face was one of longing. When her eyelids closed, Bryson thought Brie was enjoying his aggressiveness and drove him to thrust harder.

Taking the initiative, his lips found hers, crushing skin against skin, his tongue hungrily pushing into her mouth. As her fingers dug deeper into his shoulders and back, his mouth slid off hers, his breathing hard and ragged. Finding her neck, his lips sucked the skin between his hungry lips, his teeth joining the foray, nipping at the skin.

The combination of sucking her neck, and her pussy clenching at his thrusting cock brought increased familiar sensations. The alcohol was working against him. He felt the overwhelming urge taking control and as much as he tried to hold off, it was in vain. With her legs wrapped around his hips and her heels digging into his ass, Bryson felt the pressure of her vaginal muscles.

Bryson's eyes clenched shut, his mind trying to stop the sudden urge but he knew it was a lost cause. Grunting into her neck, his body stiffened and then it was all over. His cock throbbed and sent his cream sliding into her depths. Each thrust released more of his cream until there was no more to give.

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Jack sat in his study, sipping his bourbon and occasionally looking at the wall clock. It had been a half-hour since Amanda called telling him Brie and Bryson left the nightclub. He smirked to the empty room, wondering how things were going at the Harper household. Did good-ole Bryson try to fuck his wife? Amanda told him she thought he was a bit tipsy when they left and Jack could only chuckled at the thought of him trying to impale his wife. He was convinced Brie needed more than what Bryson could give her.

Picking up his phone, he stared at her name. When Bryson fell into deep debt with Jack, he insisted Bryson give him a alternative number in case he couldn't get a hold of him on his phone. The secondary contact number was Brie's. "No time like the present to contact her," he whispered into his bourbon.

Jack was banking on Bryson being inebriated and Brie being left unsatisfied. "How are you doing Brie. Did you have a fun evening at the nightclub?" He purposely left out asking about Bryson. He didn't care about him. He only cared about the woman who he knew needed more prodding to get the inner sex fiend to emerge.

Would she answer his text message? If she did, what would she tell him? Jack sat back in his leather chair and sipped his bourbon while his finger toyed with the send button before he pressed it, sending the message off into cyber space.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Wrapped around him like a second skin (albeit a sweaty one), Brie felt her focus slipping as Bryson pounded away at her lower half. She was distracted but ultimately unsurprised that Bryson was already exhibiting his classic symptoms of premature loss of stamina and over excitement. As usual, sex was over before she knew it.

Newly occurring, however, was the fantasy playing in her head of her chosen partner. Even despite the fact that Brie felt uncomfortable imagining that it was Jack holding his weight above her and satisfying himself with her, when her eyes fell shut and she gave in to the fantasy, Brie felt an answering throb in the swollen lips of her labia and needy little clit. That sex was undoubtedly better and Brie would never allow herself to “tune out” almost, as she did whenever the urge struck Bryson lately. Putting together a grocery list was a crucial weekly chore, so why not kill two birds with one stone? Brie was not impressed with their intercourse any longer, and her brain needed some distraction before the discomfort shone through in her expression. It only made sense to do it while she had nowhere else to be but laying anxiously under Bryson.

Here, underneath Bryson tonight, Brie imagined her husband was another man. For the first time ever since they had been married, when she looked up she did not see Bryson Harper; it had been so tempting in the past with their mediocre sex to fantasize about other men but it always seemed like too much work — trying to remember the masculine features of the cute new maintenance boy at work that she knew nothing about and had to create her own picture could be so difficult when all she wanted was for Bryson to just get off her.

Tonight was different.

Hips tilting upward to meet his thrusts, Brie’s mind automatically slipped away until the features of the man above her twisted and warped like smoke into a much more pleasing image. Instantaneously more aroused, Brie wondered if she might be able to cum with her husband for the first time in months (jeez, how long had it been? Seven months? Eight?) Bryson always finished and fell asleep before Brie could even dream of orgasming.

Tonight was different. For a while. As soon as Bryson trembled and began to poke her with short, quick little pokes, determined to fill her with cream, that pretty little sex dream of hers was gone, sucked up into the atmosphere as though it had never been in the first place. Brie lost that momentum she had been hurtling towards. Her frustrated sigh was stolen by the loud whine of Bryson in her ear as he came, body collapsing on top of her and forcing her further into the couch cushions.

Sliding one hand up his back to grip his neck at the hairline, Brie laid a soft kiss against the top of his head. This encounter had only proven what she already knew. Brie had no trouble imagining Jack taking what was his. She didn’t enjoy sex with her own husband, nor did she enjoy much with him these days at all. She did feel guilty, but that nagging, uncomfortable way her stomach had curled and rolled that first time she had cheated had lessened - it was still there, simmering in the background, but as Brie reached for her alarming cell phone, Bryson tucked against her chest like an overgrown baby, that feeling disappeared. The only feeling that remained was a schoolgirl crush for a man she shouldn’t have anything to do with.

All Brie felt was disconnected from her life. Certainly not guilty or ashamed.

She felt like she was an observer in this marriage. She felt she was along for the ride but only partially invested in the finale - like she was living someone elses’s life.

Reading Jack’s text, Brie was surprised to note that the swirling of her tummy settled immediately. She was always nervous about what Jack was thinking, or what he had planned for her, but seeing his words now seemed to ground her, simple as they were.

They brought her back to reality.

Brie was nothing but a dirty slut, cheating on her husband (blackmailed or not) and the man she was taking into her bed was nobody good for her.

That wasn’t the problem here.

Laying underneath Bryson, Brie’s dark chocolate eyes fixed onto the ceiling fan, she felt a flutter of excitement in her chest. Brie wanted to be that woman. Brie wanted to be wanted, and Jack had no problem admitting that he did want her. No holds barred.

That alone was enough for Brie to know she was actually happy with the change her life had taken recently. She didn’t fully realize the extent of Jack’s attentions or his desires yet, but Brie felt hope. She felt hope that Jack might be the light at the end of the tunnel and the excuse she needed to leave a marriage that was not working for her.

But those were all silly schoolgirl fantasies.

She didn’t know Jack. She didn’t love Jack. She might not even love her husband, but she was not about to overturn her entire past, present and future for a man who had waltzed quite charismatically into her reality but had given her no reason to like him, other than the fact that he knew how to please a woman in the bedroom. Imagining leaving her husband was (dare she say it) nice, but Jack would only be a scapegoat for the truth of Brie’s decision. Brie didn’t even know Jack. She didn't want to. Did she?

She just wanted to see what was written in the next chapter for her, and Bryson seemed like he wasn’t part of that plot line.

Hesitating, chewing her lip as Bryson caught his breath, she debated on what she could respond. She had to be short and to the point. Grateful but not encouraging any more of his attentions. She was all too aware of the knowledge that he had chosen to to message her and cut Bryson out of the equation. She was unsurprised about the fact that he had her number — this was one resourceful man. That thought didn’t even cause her to blink twice. Of course Jack Muldoon had direct contact methods and could reach her whenever he decided.

She texted: Dinner was lovely. Thank you again. Nightclub was impressive and looking forward to any future visits. Bryson and I enjoyed ourselves.

Bringing is back to her husband was pointed, making it clear to Jack that Brie knew his game. Still, she understood that Jack probably wouldn’t let her off the hook Scott-free.

As Bryson finally rolled off her and splayed into a sweaty tangle of limbs, eyes closing and heaving breath melting into snores, Brie rolled her eyes and sat up a bit on the sectional to give him more room and disconnect the wet suction of their diaphoretic flesh. She nibbled on her lips as she waited quietly for his response.

 

[Rocket1010]

Sunday Night - Jack responds Brie and Bryson goes to bed

Bryson felt sluggish, tired and a bit exhausted as he lay on his wife. The day had been long, filled with new prospect of owning his own business, dinner with his lovely wife, and alcohol. Lying on his wife he blamed all those things for his premature ejaculation. God knows he tried hard to delay his premature eruption but like past efforts, he failed. He so wanted to make Brie climax either before or with him but again he crumbled to his tiredness and over-sensitive feelings. And now he wasn’t sure how to broach the subject.

Curled up on Brie's well-endowed breasts, his eyes closed slowly, enjoying the feel of his wife's body. What a lucky man he was to have such an understanding wife. A wife who wasn't demeaning about his problem and who seemed patient. He vowed again as he had done in the past to work to become a better lover. Each breath was calmer, more regulated while he recovered from the sensual exertion. When she moved a little to get more comfortable, he obligingly moved off her. Half-lying on and off her, he felt bad when he realized she didn't have an orgasm. She was still somewhat dressed for a night on the town. Her skirt was still hiked up around her waist and her blouse half opened. Bryson cussed himself for his poor performance and promised himself he would do better next time.

The alcohol and nightclub excitement along with fucking his wife was over and he felt himself drifting to sleep. The last thoughts he had as slumber took control was of the need to talk to Jack about setting up his new office. With thoughts of grandeur flowing freely through his brain, he slept.

Opening his eyes, he felt groggy and drugged. How long had he slept? He was still snuggled against his wife and when his eyes focused on her, he saw Brie staring at her phone. Another cloud of disappointment washed over him. If only he could be last longer, maybe she would act more excited. It was not lost on Bryson that Brie’s attention for cuddling was short after sex. He had an issue with premature ejaculation and he couldn't help wondering how many times she faked an orgasm. Was it every time?

Now, she was staring up at the fan, holding her phone. He thought of asking her what she was reading but then felt a wave of tiredness. Kissing her cheek, he told her, "Don't stay up too late baby." And then he got up from the sectional and staggered toward the bedroom. He would talk to her tomorrow about this. Walking on unsteady feet, he knew they would not talk about it tomorrow. It seemed their lives were slowly moving in opposite directions. Stripping off his clothes, he fell onto the bed, asleep when his head hit the pillow.

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Brie’s response brought an instant smile to Jack's face. He re-read it a few times. So dinner was lovely, the nightclub was impressive and she is looking forward to any future visits. The last part brought a chuckle. “How would you feel if you knew Bryson would not be invited,” he laughed before taking another sip of bourbon.

He expected her to tell him that Bryson and her enjoyed themselves. But one thing hit him as he stared at the message. Where was Bryson now? Was he in another room? Was he in bed? Was she in bed? Jack's mind went over all the possibilities and how to continue this conversation. If Bryson was still awake, it was a sure bet she would end this messaging quickly. But if he was asleep, maybe she would continue they dialogue for a bit.

Jack knew he was playing a dangerous game with Brie. She was married and he wanted her. He wasn't thinking divorce but having the opportunity to see her, excited him like no other woman. She was exciting and he was captivated by her sassiness. She provoked him and when he disciplined her she didn't shirk away but rather enjoyed it. She may not admit it to herself just yet but he wanted to open a whole new world to her. One that would bring out her hidden fetishes.

"I'm glad you liked the nightclub. Maybe someday I can accompany you and enjoy a lovely evening. Would you like that?" He chuckled wondering how she would take his offer. It was bold and forward, not mentioning Bryson's name. He thought of asking where Bryson was but rejected that idea. Better to act as if he was no where in the vicinity of Brie.

He added with a devious smile. "I've been thinking about our dinner tomorrow night and really appreciate the invitation. I was thinking of bringing something for dessert. Would that be ok?"

She was probably thinking food but Jack had something else in mind and was excited to share it with her when she responded. Would she respond?

 

[Cum_Inside]

Brie hesitated. She should probably end this conversation before Jack felt any encouragement from her, but now that Bryson had abandoned her on the couch for bed after his less than stellar performance, Brie felt just a bit lonely and definitely salty. Having a man’s full attention felt wonderful, whether he was her husband or not.

She decided it was best to ignore his flirty comment about the Blue Lagoon and move on to his offer of dessert. What could she possibly say? Reject him outright and risk his ire? Or give him a spark of hope by saying yes? Neither option was a possibility.

I certainly don’t expect you to bring anything but yourself Jack, though you’re perfectly welcome to. Let me take care of it all and I assure you that our quaint little evening in won’t make you miss the highlife.

It was sassy but straightforward and Brie thought he might appreciate that - Jack wasn’t a man like Bryson who cowered when she showed him her snarky side. As a matter of fact, Brie was sure that most people, let alone women, didn’t dare speak to Hack Muldoon this way; his money guaranteed that people bent over backwards to please him.

But not Brie.

She was nobody’s porcelain doll.

 

[Rocket1010]

Sunday night - Jack responds to Brie's text message

Jack read Brie's response and a bright smile etched into facial features. She was going to make some dessert that would be worthy of his high society status. Brie was going to be the perfect hostess in front of him and her husband, cooking a great meal and topping it off with, what he was sure would be a fabulous dessert. But that was not the dessert he had in mind.

She mentioned all he had to do was to bring himself. That thought made him chuckle. "I'll be bringing myself alright Brie," he said to the empty den. How to respond to her? It was clear Bryson was out of the picture for the night or else Brie wouldn't be texting him. And if she was texting him, did it mean she was thinking about him? Or was she just being polite.

The night at the condo and today at the casino reinforced what he was thinking. Brie Harper was pleased with her experiences so far with him but she was still trying to resist the urge he knew was burning inside her. But Jack was persistent and he would continue to find ways to knock down the wall, brick by brick, until she admitted her lust for the kinkier side of sex. And he knew just the way to tease her a little; give her a visual that would remind her of what she was wanting.

"I'll be there tomorrow night and look forward to what I know will be a fabulous meal and extraordinary dessert (something to make my mouth water). I plan to bring a special type of dessert, more like a present for you to unwrap and enjoy." His words left no doubt what he was thinking. Jack thought for a moment wondering how she would receive what he was about to type.

"I thought you might like to see your View attachment 2070754" Would this peak her interest? Jack was hoping it would bring back vivid memories of her having it stuck in her pussy and mouth. If nothing else it was a reminder and he wondered if she would respond or shirk away into the dark.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Brie gasped.

For him to so boldly message her that picture told a story all its own. Jack really didn’t care at all that she was married to another man. He was going to continue to persue her, and Brie understood intrinsically that she couldn’t stop him from his single-minded pursuit. That was a terrifying thought.

She couldn’t deny how long she must have stared at the tiny image on her phone screen of the mammoth cock she had been introduced to only a few days prior. Brie remembered how full he had stuffed her with it; until she feared he would split her apart with that shaft of his.

Curling back against the arm of the couch, Brie raised her knees and pressed them together, trying to staunch the intense clenching of her pelvic floor muscles as she fought against her arousal. It was instantaneous and vivid, and Brie had never felt such a wild, immediate urge to touch herself as she did at that moment.

But that would be cheating once more on her husband with his boss. Although she had done it more than once already, something felt different about letting him dirty talk her in the one place she was free to be herself and build a life with the man she had chosen to spend her life with. She had no excuses.

At any time Brie could have discarded her cellphone and stopped the point of contact, but as Brie stared and stared and stared at the naughty picture, Brie hesitated with her fingers over the keyboard.

She really should not encourage him. But did she want him to stop? The short answer was undoubtedly yes. Things were a bit trickier on the opposite end of the spectrum: she felt so sexy being on the receiving end of a powerful man’s desire and Brie felt slightly greedy, desiring to prolong his attentions. Still, he was not a nice man, the blackmail hint of that.

She tried to type several different messages before she finally gave up and decided that maybe it was best to follow her husband to bed and to sleep on this odd conversation before addressing any of the issues.

Brie’s text read: Thank you for entertaining me this evening. I’m feeling a bit exhausted so I’ll go join Bryson in bed but call if you need either of us and we’ll be right there. Dessert will be fabulous, just you wait and see!

 

[Rocket1010]

Sunday Night - Jack sends another erotic message to Brie

Jack was beginning to wonder if Brie would respond to his message. The wait seemed extraordinarily long as he wondered how she was receiving his picture. Was she considering sending him something? The vision of her swirled like a merry-go-round in his mind, picturing her on her knees looking up at him while she held his cock.

It was easy for Jack to visualize her angelic face, and those brown orbs that screamed sensuality. Her lips were pouty and slightly open, the glimmer of the pearly whites partially hidden, ready to nip on the tip of his manhood. And those high cheek bones and the memory of how her cheeks became concave when she was sucking his cock. All those thoughts caused a swelling in his underwear as he hoped she would respond.

She was a married woman and he knew full well what he was doing. Pursuing a woman who had given the vow to love and obey her husband. But did she love him? Wasn't it true that it was she who visited the bar? She could have easily turned away from his advances but she didn't. And what about today at the casino? Again she could have rebuffed him and she didn't. There was something amiss in her marriage and he was sure he could be the one help her find it.

Taking another sip of bourbon, he wanted her. No he needed her. She didn't realize it yet but she sparked a fire inside him that would not be quenched until he had her mind and body. And even then he doubted the fire would be quenched. More likely the fire would continue to rage on. She had captured his mind and he wanted her, married or not.

Sipping another bit of bourbon, Jack was startled from his daydream. A smile spread quickly seeing her name and with much anticipation he opened her message. He read it and then reread it. Was she serious about him calling and she would come to him? For a moment he thought she would but then he realized she was just saying her and Bryson would be in bed together and to call if he needed either of them.

Reading the part about how dessert will be fabulous, just he wait and see made him wonder what she was referring to. Was it food or was it the type of dessert he was referring too in his message? Was she just teasing him? Playing a game tonight to get him thinking of the possibilities? If she wanted to get him thinking about seeing her tomorrow, she did a good job.

Sitting in his leather chair, he typed a message. "I'm glad I could give you some entertainment tonight. I take it the picture provoked some pleasant memories." Jack thought about calling her but he was unsure what state Bryson was in. If he was still awake, he would ask her who was calling at this late hour.

"I do need you Brie and here a little somethingView attachment 2070822 I imagine you kneeling in front of me right now looking up with those mesmerizing brown eyes. I am waiting expectantly for your fingers and lips to touch my rod which by the way is all yours to play with as long as you wish. I'm holding it for you right now and if you want to talk tonight call me. If not, pleasant dreams."


The choice was hers to make. Would she message him, call him, or just ignore him? No matter what he wanted his face and body burned into her soul.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Brie had convinced herself to ignore him. That thought only lasted as long as the trek down the hallway took when she found the bedroom door wide open and her husband splayed across the bed on his back with his soft cock laying against his thigh, snoring to beat the band. Although Bryson was a handsome man, his body was softening with age and becoming a bit fluffier than when she married him. That was completely fine, but the idea that he really had no concern to even try and manage his health turned her off. That beer belly was prominent this way and Brie’s eyes were drawn to it, remembering the way he had over-imbibed this evening and his bold behaviour following so. It was nothing like the audacious way Jack insinuated himself into her life and actually felt a touch like desperation. Then when he couldn’t even last more than two minutes... Brie felt honest-to-God disgust for this man.

Her marriage really was over.

She frowned, turning away from the bedroom and quietly trodding into the bathroom to retrieve the vibrator she kept stashed away under the sink. There really was no need to be quiet because once Bryson began to snore, there was no waking him. Tonight seemed like a good night to curl up on the couch. Grabbing her pillow from the clutch of his arms, Brie went back to the living room.

Once she was situated, stretched out along the length of the sofa, Brie continued to stare at the length of hot, hard steel Jack had sent her only a few minutes ago. She had quickly fumbled her way off the image when she first received it, ignoring the ache in her loins.

Now, staring at it, Brie spread her thighs and thumbed on the light sky blue vibrator she had become best friends with. In a moment of weakness, Brie wondered if she could call. Then she remembered the angst she had felt several times over the last few days when she kept getting drawn back to the fact that she was no longer in love with her husband. Doing this with Jack voluntarily meant that she would be crossing the line, but...

Brie wanted it.

Brie wanted Jack.

Squeezing her eyes shut tightly, Brie hit the green call button and waited for it to ring, belly flopping around in anxiety.

 

[Rocket1010]

Sunday night - Jack receives Brie's call

If she called, Jack knew it was like getting your foot in the door. She repeatedly brushed him off for the last few days even though they had amazing sex. But once she didn't slam the door, it was simply a matter of slowly pushing the door open wider. When that happened and she accepted him, she would also begin to accept her desire to explore. But he had to be careful not to push too hard and scare Brie off. She was looking for something special even though she continued to deny it to him.

The first picture he sent was a teaser to get her attention. The second picture was a bold move on his part. She could either embrace it or reject him. He was hoping it would not be the latter. The other message with the second picture was to reinforce what she had tasted earlier in the day. Jack was pretty sure when he responded to his first message, Bryson was a nonfactor. Now it was just a matter of waiting to see if Brie would either message or call him. Five minutes went by and Jack was starting to feel she was not going to respond when his cell phone rang. .

Smiling at the tune he selected for her name, he picked it up. Seeing her name, Jack held the phone, not answering right away. Instead he counted the rings and in a sense he was testing her will power to wait. If she hung up too soon, he would know she got cold fee. But the phone continued to ring, knowing that after the tenth ring it would go to voicemail. At the seventh ring, he click the receive button, not wanting her to get too jittery.

Waiting a moment, he took in her soft breathing and the faint buzzing sound. It was clear that Bryson was off somewhere sleeping and his lovely wife Brie was left high and dry. He heard what he thought was a soft tentative "hi" but he took control of the situation. "Hi Brie, I've been thinking about you all evening and I'm very happy you called." This was a critical juncture where the wrong words would break any special spell between them. There was to be no mention of Bryson and justification as to why she was not in bed with him. By virtue of her calling him, she had taken another step toward opening herself to him.

Jack followed his words quickly not letting her think what she was doing. "I hear your toy Brie and I want you to pretend it is me lying there with you, my hard cock filling you up." He took a quick breath and heard her sharp intake of air. Grabbing his semi-hard cock, he continued, "I want to stuff you full and kiss every part of you Brie." His voice was becoming huskier. "I want to kiss your nipples, nibbling on them until they are hard and aching and hearing you moan with lust." A shiver coursed through him. "And then I would work my up to kiss your neck and then find your delicious soft lips, nipping at them, teasing your mouth with my tongue. Oh god Brie just thinking about you makes me hard and wanting you all the more."

His own breathing was getting more irregular as he absent-mindedly stroked his cock. In a soft tone reserved for lovers, he told her, "Talk to me Brie. Tell me want you want me to do to your body. Tell me what fantasy you have for us." Stopping talking, he swore he heard the sound of the vibrator buzzing grow louder. He was patient waiting for her to share some of her secret desires for them.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Brie’s first exhalation of sound into the phone receiver was hushed but breathy. Jack’s deep husky tone weighed her down and sunk into her bones until she couldn’t remember what it felt like to be without that auditory stimulation. It was familiar and comfortable, which was weird because she really didn’t even know this man.

She could still envision the exact movements his words invoked - the path his hands and mouth would take as he played her body expertly. Her body writhed and stretched sensually as she stimulated herself both with the toy and the imagery Jack weaved into reality. Brie moaned, grip tightening on the vibrator.

Then, Jack fell silent. He was waiting for her to acknowledge him and continue their little game. Brie didn’t know how successful she would be: she wasn’t exactly feeling too wordy right now with a buzzing hub of silicone pressed against her clitoris, but she would try her best to expand upon her fantasies to him.

“Jack,” she gasped. “Oh Jack... Your hands are so large. I want to feel them down the length of me - touching every single inch of my skin, following them with your mouth. The way you took control of me today... I need a man who leads. I need a man... Fuck. I want to feel your weight pressing down along my back and holding me down as you tease me, never letting me have what I need... What I want... Jack... I wish you were here.”

That admission felt heavy. For a moment after she said it, Brie paused, staring off into space, considering the statement. She did not want to take it back. It felt right admitting this, but Brie wasn’t sure if that was the loneliness and urge to be wanted shining through or not. She was just certain that admitting she needed a man didn’t feel wrong. She didn’t know if Jack could be that man for her, but Brie was willing to see where this new turn of events may lead them.

 

[Rocket1010]

Sunday night - Taking Brie and himself to the edge

The door opened a bit wider and Jack smiled listening to Brie admit she wanted him. She wanted him in her living room or wherever she was in the worst way. The admission of need gave Jack a feeling of accomplishment. But this was not the end game. No there was so more that needed to be done to show Brie her real true inner lust.

This was not a total commitment to Jack but only a starting point. She was sure to feel remorse after this sexual talk and possibly proclaim she had too much to drink or some other excuse. But Jack was not about to be deterred from his ultimate goal ….. to have Brie's mind and body not only for his pleasure. There was a spark ignited inside him that made him want to be with her. Was he falling for her?

Pushing that thought aside, he listened to her words and heavy breathing. She had made a proclamation of need. Now he had to help take her to the edge and then give her that one little shove. A gentle but firm shove to release the tension building inside her. She was like a spring wound tightly until it can't be tightened anymore. And when it unwound, it would devour her with pleasurable sensations.

"I want you to too Brie. My cock is aching to feel your lips and hands sliding up and down it. And I want to feel your hand fondling my balls laden with seed for you Brie ……. only for you." He let out a soft moan of his own to match what he was hearing on the other end of the phone.

"I want to feel your body under mine, my cock pressing and sliding against your clit. I want to feel your lips pressed against mine as I slowly slide my long shaft into your hot tunnel. I can feel your pussy clenching at my cock …… squeezing harder as it fills your needy slutty cavern." The familiar feelings were growing in his cock. He had not done this with another lover for a long time. But somehow Brie was different than any other woman he knew in the past. She was beginning to occupy his thoughts every minute of the day.

"Shove your toy inside your hot slutty cunt and let me listen to you cum for my Brie," he announced breathlessly. Closing his eyes, he visualized Brie lying somewhere in her house, pleasuring herself with her toy while thinking of him. Yes the door was creaking open wider and he wanted it open more. "Cum for me baby ……. tell me how good it will feel to have my cock stuffed inside you …… cum for my Brie …… I want to hear you."

Jack's hand squeezed his cock hard, running it along it's length, smearing the precum against the veiny skin to help lubricate it. "And when you cum, I'm going to cum to thinking of how much I want you."

 

[Rocket1010]

double entry

 

[Cum_Inside]

Jack was in no rush. He talked to her slowly, emphasizing his words while he attempted to talk her through her playtime. Unlike Bryson, Jack was able to back up his claims, as well. Brie knew that he would always follow through on his promises. That was so refreshing.

Gripping the toy tighter, Brie followed his instructions to the letter. She closed her eyes and worked on the fantasy, allowing herself to visualize how it all might go down. What would happen if it was Jack who was coming home to her and not Bryson?

She’d be more encouraged to make dinner or clean the house or even offer up her body for a man who appreciated her. Even the simple, everyday things necessary to make the household run were expected of her on top of her own busy schedule. There was no consideration from her husband after she’d had a terrible shift or came home late after working long days with no breaks. It was all about Bryson.

Brie could imagine Jack dropping his briefcase by the door and shrugging out of his sports jacket for Brie to collect as she welcomed him home with a sweet kiss. She could imagine the way his hands might squeeze saucily at her butt before delivering a sharp smack, laughing all along. She could imagine the heavy look he’d give her at dinner when she accidentally got Alfredo sauce smeared all over her lips and the urgent way he’d press her down against the table and yank her pants down. Even though Jack would fuck her there, fast and hard, it would be nothing like the pump and dump she usually had with Bryson. Jack might actually make sure she came during their lovemaking, concerned about her pleasure too. He might even carry her down the hall where they would share a shower and maybe even go for round two (or three) before bed, completely sated.

Thinking about all that reinforced her need to cum.

“Fuck, Jack,” she gasped, working more rapidly with the toy between her legs. She alternated thrusting it inside and rolling it over her clitoris, tensing and undulating against the vibrator. “Want you to cum baby. Want you to cum inside me,” Brie admitted. “I’m gonna cum Jack. Ohhhhh,” her voice was a quiet whine, breathy but still high-pitched.

It was sad to say that he probably was much more aware of the noises Brie made when she orgasmed compared to her husband, but there was no way to deny how true that statement was. Bryson couldn’t even manage to make it happen with his body over hers but Jack accomplished it so easily with words alone, her mind working in overdrive, picturing a future full of hot, kinky sex together.

Sinking under the crashing waves of her climax, all Brie could do was pant into the phone, fingers losing control of their grip on the toy and shivering vibrantly, deliriously.

When she came down, Brie couldn’t help but giggle in amazement. For only a moment, Brie felt nervous about the fact that she was cheating, but that disappeared in a haze; she didn’t care anymore, actually. Bryson didn’t care one iota about her, and she was never more certain that she had fallen out of love with her husband as she was now.

“Oh my God, I needed that so badly.”

 

[Rocket1010]

Sunday night - Jack joins Brie's orgasm

Listening to Brie's moans and heavy panting on the other end of the phone was having an effect on him. Visions of them together, locked in hot sensual rough sex, took hold of his mind. She didn't tell him her fantasies but from the tone of her voice, she was imagining them together in a lustful tangle. What would it be like to have Brie all to himself and not have Bryson in the picture? The thought thrilled him. But it didn't matter if he was in or out of the picture, Jack was determined to make Brie his either way.

While her moans grew more intense, his visions became more erotic, more stimulating. They were at the beginning of their road together and Jack's mind filled with kinky sex acts. She was blindfolded, tied to his bed and he teased her body with a feather, Brie never knowing where it would land. And then the scene changed. Brie was bent over his office desk, asking for his strong hand to strike her round ass harder and thanking him for each blow.

Other wild erotic scenes flew around in his head. There were the tender love scenes where they took all the time to explore and extract pleasure from each other. They were on a secluded beach, lying in the surf, pleasuring each other. Then they were lying in bed, hugging and kissing after a heated sexual exchange. But there were also kinkier scenes of bondage, spankings, public sex, riding crops, toys, candle wax and anal sex. How would she react to the new adventures awaiting her? And what about anal sex? She shied away from his touches before. Would she completely nix that idea of his cock being buried in her ass? He smiled at the thought of more thoroughly exploring her backside.

All she had to do to start the experience was to let the door swing wide open and declare she wanted him. If she did declare her desires, there was always the chance she might have second thoughts and run from him. But he had a feeling she wouldn't run once she got a taste. If his reasoning was correct, she would want him to open more exotic fascinating doors.

Her urgent cry as she orgasmed brought Jack to the pinnacle too. "I want to fill your cunt with my seed baby," he moaned listening to her go over the edge. He too, felt the oncoming release and verbalized his thoughts. "I'm going to fuck your sweet pussy and then have you kneel obediently before me and accept my offering. Ohhhh fuckkk Brie I want you so bad." His tool only needed a little more stimulation and then he watched as ropes of white cream shot toward the ceiling while he groaned into the phone.

For a few moments there was only heaving breathing on both ends of the phone. Her admission that she had needed a good orgasm opened the door wider. Jack was confident he was almost stepping over the threshold. "I needed that too Brie. You are in my thoughts every second of the day baby."

Was that too much? Should he be telling her of his secret desires now? They met only days ago and she was still married to Bryson. That in a way could be a problem. What if she has a weak moment and decides to go back to her vanilla lifestyle once she has a taste of the kinkier side of sex? Carter had to stop his thinking for a moment. One thing at a time.

In a low, hushed tone he whispered, "I wish I was with you right now Brie, holding you in my arms, kissing your soft lips, touching your delicious body. But I'll have to wait until tomorrow night to hold and kiss you." Jack heard a soft gasp. Did he say the wrong thing? They both knew Bryson would be present for dinner and in order for them to hold each other and kiss, he had to be removed from the scene. Jack was already formulating a plan but he wasn't going to divulge it to her, at least, not yet.

"Don't worry about tomorrow Brie. Tomorrow will take care of itself. I will be counting the minutes until I get to see you. Promise me you'll get a good night's sleep and if you happen to dream about us then that's great. I know I'll be dreaming of you all night long." Jack stopped talking and waited for Brie's reply. Was she still enthralled with what just happened or was her conscience starting to tell her she was married and should stop this nonsense? Jack held his breath for a moment, wondering.

 

[Cum_Inside]

There were a million different things she could say. She could attempt to dissuade him or she could encourage him. She could even say nothing. That didn’t exclude her from considering Jack’s words - he thought about her that much? He wanted her that badly? It had been so long since any man had shown such interest. For a brief moment, Brie wondered if that was the only reason she was attracted to Jack but she knew that was a lie. Jack Muldoon was dangerous and sexy, a tempest waiting to collide with her and throw her off balance so substantially that she wouldn’t remember anything but him; he was attractive, confident and charismatic. Brie could see herself falling for a man like that in the future, so strikingly different from her sheep of a husband.

Sagging back against the armrest, Brie cradled the phone between her shoulder and ear while she worked to catch her breath after that mindblowing orgasm.

The idea of kissing Jack in the home she shared with her husband was a terrible thought but it sent chills racing down her spine at the absolute naughtiness if it all. She felt like a teenager again, sneaking boys into her room in the middle of the night for a quick makeout and some urgent groping (sometimes it didn’t stop there), but Jack was nothing like a silly teenage boy and she’d be sneaking around with her lover in front of her husband, not her parents.

It was sexy, imagining doing this with him. Would she follow through? Likely not, but who knew how she might feel tomorrow when he stepped into her private space and made himself at home? Brie had to admit she was a bit nervous for Jack to see the way they lived. It was nothing to be ashamed of (surprisingly, with Bryson’s mounting debts), but Jack Muldoon was part of the upper echelon, with money for days. This was only a bit modest for someone like him and Brie worried it wouldn’t be good enough.

Trying to put that out of her mind, Brie pondered which words to say. When she finally did speak, it was unremarkable save for the fact that it wasn’t an outright rejection of his confession. Gnawing at her lip, Brie started with “Jack, I...

“Thank you for keeping me company this evening. I think we both really needed that stress relief and we’ll be in a much better mood tomorrow evening. I know it’s late so I’ll let you go, but it will be nice to see you tomorrow. I... Bryson, he...”

The next part was an indiscipherable mumble of syllables, words getting lost in translation and slipping away quietly.

“Anyway, thanks again Jack. I hope it was good for you too, and I’ve had an informative evening so far but please excuse me? I’m very exhausted,” she admitted. Brie didn’t even notice the slip of her tongue due to that same tired feeling that sunk into her bones and weighed her down, as a matter of fact: Brie had asked Jack for permission to do something for the first time, and if Jack had his way, he would be the one man Brie followed and submitted herself to, heart, body, mind and soul.

Stifling a yawn into the receiver, Brie waited for Jack to hang up.

 

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Sunday/Monday - Jack tells Bryson about Alexi

The statement about holding and kissing her in her house was a bold statement and Jack wondered, as he waited for Brie to speak, if she would reject that idea. Listening to her words, he smiled. She didn't reject the idea nor did she embrace the idea. It was a non-committal-committal. She thanked for the evening saying they both needed it but Jack heard more in her voice. She was in a state of flux, torn between what they shared together and what her husband offered.

In a low sensual voice he responded, "Yes Brie it was very good for me and I'm glad you enjoyed our little chat. We'll have to do it more often (silence on her end). And yes Brie you are excused from this conversation. You had a big day today visiting the casino (the pitch of his voice rose, letting her know he was thinking of their sexual bout) and the nightclub. You should be tired. I'll let you go for now and I am really looking forward to seeing you tomorrow evening. I'm sure it will be most interesting."

Jack heard her murmur something as if she was falling asleep. Saying good-night he clicked off and headed to bed. Lying on the soft mattress with his hands under his head, he stared at the slow moving ceiling fan. Today was a great day with Brie. Her resolve slowly melted but there was more layers to peel back before she admitted her lust for dark kinky sex. Tomorrow would indeed take care of itself and he looked forward to it, smiling as sleep overtook him.

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Monday morning came quickly and Jack felt refreshed and invigorated as he went about his morning duties to get ready for the day. He made some mental notes about things needing to be done as he drove to the office. Once there he checked his calendar, seeing various appointments. One stood out. Two employees had tried to rob one of the casino's slot machines by not reporting all the money taken from some of the machine. It was standard practice to have two employees handle the money and these two thought they could team together and not get caught. He would deal with them in such a way that they would never again rob anyone. Everyone knew you didn't cross Jack Muldoon.

Another note he had made was to call Bryson Harper at his office and see how things were going with him telling his bosses he was leaving. The call was interesting in the fact that as Bryson talked of last night and all the good things happening, Jack only thought of his lovely wife and the naughty things he had planned for her. Jack told him he had an office space picked out for him and his top interior designer would help him with those decisions. Bryson sounded excited and when Jack suggested his designer come with him to dinner, Bryson was all in. Jack smiled knowing that Bryson's roving eyes would covet the beautiful Alexi Constantine.

"What about your wife Bryson? Are you sure she won't mind if Alexi comes along?"

"Don't worry about her," Bryson said sounding tough. "I think I can handle her and I'm sure she won't mind."

Jack chuckled at that. If Bryson only knew what he, Jack Muldoon, had planned for his wife he wouldn't be so cock sure. The night out on the town must have puffed up his feathers. Jack wondered what he would think if he knew what went on with his wife yesterday in the casino and last night on the phone.

"I'm glad you have a handle on her. She seems a bit feisty."

"I can handle her," he reiterated. "See you this evening."

Jack hung up and smiled. He informed Alexi that she had a special project and they were meeting her newest client tonight at his house. She was just what he needed for tonight. Alexi, Alexandria Constantine, was Jack's top interior designer and familiar with the space Jack had picked out for Bryson. What made her appearance more exciting was the fact that she and Bryson would be deep in conversation about the new office space talking spatial relationships while he had other matters to attend too. Sitting in his leather chair, Jack had thoughts on other things he and Brie could be doing. The thought of being with Brie in her house caused some blood to flow to his groin, thickening his tool just a tad.

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Bryson was flying high after his phone conversation with Jack. Things were looking up and the small hangover he had this morning was fading fast. He had a busy day but the most important thing on his list of things to do was to give his notice. It was something he was not looking forward to. The company had hired him right out of college and gave him his chance to shine. Walking into the CEO's office, he knew it was time to strike out on his own and with Jack Muldoon's help he would succeed (not to mention he could also pay off his enormous debt to Jack).

The CEO tried to talk Bryson into reconsidering but Bryson held his ground. They agreed on a severance package and Bryson was to spend the week prepping some junior staff on his projects. Afterward in the privacy of his office, he called Brie. She seemed distracted but she seemed that way a lot recently.

At the end of his story on how the separation meeting with the company CEO went, he dropped the news. "Jack is bringing his interior designer to dinner tonight. Her name is Alexi Constantine and she wants to get started on interior designs for my new office. From what Jack tells me, she is top notch and his top designer. Isn't it exciting Brie? We will finally be able to afford better things in life."

There was an eerie silence on the phone. "Is everything ok Brie? It's alright that Alexi joins tonight isn't it?" Bryson was not feeling the same confidence he had earlier when he told Jack he could handle Brie.

 

[Cum_Inside]

It didn’t take much after that for Brie to pass out, curling up on the couch and fading into dreamland.

Bryson went to work early and Brie didn’t budge an inch until long after, rolling over and greeting the sun feeling much more relaxed than she had in a long time. It was not often that Brie managed to sleep in and despite the late night she’d had working herself up to orgasm with Jack, Brie had managed to get a solid night of sleep in. Because she didn’t have to work for another two days, Brie found the motivation to clean the entire condo too to bottom and get a start on the stuffed chicken all before four pm. She felt fairly accomplished and by the time the entree was in the oven, Brie was able to set the timer and relax in the tub until supper was cooked. After that, it was only a matter of time until Bryson got home and Brie began to work on their dessert: apple cinnamon crumble with a fresh vanilla bean whipping cream.

Standing in front of the closet, Brie pondered on what she should wear. She wanted to impress Jack but she also didn’t want to be too obvious in case it raised alarm bells for Bryson. She wanted Jack to have easy access but find a sexy surprise underneath. Decidedly, Brie selected a light lavender lacy bra with a front clasp and a tiny little thong that showed off all her best assets. Grabbing for an airy, flowy cream coloured skirt and a black blouse with white flowers and no sleeves, Brie dressed dutifully to greet her lover. She’d already shaved and lotioned her body to the nines, so all that was left was a light dusting off makeup that highlighted the deep colour of her lips and illuminated her eyes a bit better.

She wasn’t too pleased with Jack’s accompaniment but it did give them an excuse to sneak away from the conversation and give them some time to themselves later on in the evening. As annoying as having another woman in her home to distract her husband was, it was also a perfectly planned move on Jack’s part. Brie had to give him credit for that.

Bryson was in the shower when the doorbell rang, so Brie smiled sweetly and pulled the door open, heart pounding in her chest.