I awoke Saturday feeling wore out. My old familiar bed hadn’t provided any comfort. I wanted to get up and shower, like usual, but I didn’t know if asshole was still here.
Why wouldn’t he be? Successfully ejected from my bed, he could be lying in it without a care or concern in the world – ejaculating all over my wife.
My sleep pants began lifting.
Is he still here? I opened the door and looked out. The master bedroom door was open.
I stood in the doorway and looked in.
Alissa raised her head. She was alone in bed.
I glanced towards the bathroom, but the door was open and the light off.
She said, ‘Why didn’t you come to bed last night?’
‘I’m not sharing a bed with him.’
‘He was only here for an hour.’
Anger flared and I advanced to the bed. ‘Long enough for a quick fuck?’
She blinked at me. ‘No, he didn’t want to do that—’
‘But you did.’
‘Well, yes. But he said it wouldn’t be right.’
‘At least one of you has some common sense. My poor slut wife tried to fuck and couldn’t.’
‘You’re being mean. Sawyer was being nice.’
‘Oh? Did he break it off with you?’
‘No, but he would only accept a blowjob.’
The sharp image of his white cum hitting her lips and face flashed through my head. My sleep pants began rising.
Her eyes caught it. ‘So it really does turn you on.’
I was on her so fast, tearing off covers that she looked at me with fear. She was naked under the sheets. ‘You know what turns me on? The idea that he can so easily make you the cheap slut you are.’
‘That’s not fair—’
I rammed my cock into her cheating pussy. ‘How many times has he fucked your slutty pussy since we’ve been married?’
‘None… Not once.’
I thrust hard, grunting with all my anger. ‘How many blowjobs?’
She was gasping with the force of my assault. ‘Three…’
The image that had been haunting me flashed in my head: her head tilted up; her angelic eyes looking at me; her lips and tongue caressing the head of Sawyer’s cock as it ejaculated onto her.
My orgasm erupted hot and fast – the pulses of cumshots so rapid that they tickled all the way out of my shaft.
Alissa must have been thinking of Sawyer – her eyes rolled up and she grunted through several waves of release.
I panted with exertion, feeling out of breath and drained. But it was a good feeling – not the emptiness of the previous day’s dick jerk in the restroom. I smiled at the sensation of satisfaction.
She mistook it for happiness. She smiled back at me and put her arms around my neck. ‘I love you, Enrique.’
My expression melted into a frown. ‘I thought you loved Sawyer.’
‘I do, in a way. But you’re my husband. I love you.’
I pulled out. ‘Sure. That’s why you kick me out of my own bedroom so you can fuck him.’
‘I did not.’
‘You did.’ I turned away in disgust. I grabbed clothing for the day.
She was quiet behind me until I was heading for the bathroom. ‘What was that we just did?’
I didn’t answer her, but her question remained in my head for the rest of the day.
