Edgings

Then I was there, riding that edge with him, both of us poised to go over, that hot tightening knot of pure deliciousness coming to an almost painful point, before I shot… and shot and shot… feeling Jake’s body freeze for a moment, his cock seeming to expand even more inside me, his cry of sex crazed ecstasy, and then he was cuming deep inside my channel.  We both shuddered, as we shot long ropes of cum.

“Oh baby,” he murmured dozing down into almost sleep as he often did after an intense climax, his lips by my ear. “Oh baby, so sexy, I just love your ass, Alex.”

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  Chapter 5

DAN

“What?” I said after a moment.

“hmmm.”

“What did you say, baby?”

“Love you, Baby.”

“No….” I felt my veins fill with ice water; again. “You said Alex.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Yup, you did.” I stared up into his suddenly alert eyes and he flushed. ‘Gotcha’, I thought.

I gathered my strength and pushed him off me, rolling myself off the bed. He reached for me but missed. Yep, if there was one time Jake was vulnerable, it was just after climax.

“Baby that didn’t mean anything. You know I love you.”

I sighed and looked down at him. “I know you love me. But you fantasized about Alex as you fucked me. You might as well have cheated. However, considering the circumstances, I suppose fantasies can be excused. Just remember, soldier. Trust, but verify.” I said, regaining a feeling of confidence, which on some level I realized was a result of catching my husband in a lie, and him realizing it, which was something that rarely happened with Jake. Usually, when he was in alpha mode I tucked in and subbed and did it gladly. But often he caved and let me take over and seemed to get excited about it.

I stared down at him, reassessing my man. “I am taking a shower and then going out for a while. I need to cool my head.

“I’ll go with you, baby. I don’t want you out there angry, doing something you really don’t want to do.”

“Fine.” I snapped, secretly pleased he decided to go with me.

I was in the shower finishing off a final rinse, having washed myself inside and out by habit, but this time a bit more consciously. Maybe I would go out and do it with someone. I was feeling reckless, and that intense climax had still left me itching.

 Jake came in, cum still dripping down his body and took over the shower.

He reached for me, but I stepped back, leaving him to it, dried myself casually while he showered, before changing into another pair of skintight jeans, deciding to go commando and let the chips fall where they may, boots, a white deep cut tank that showed off my lats. With or without my husband, I was going to go enjoy being worshipped, even if I, at least, had to keep my clothes on. Then again, maybe I wouldn’t. If Jake could so easily break his own rules, why should I follow them?