STORY EXCERPT

He slid from her and collapsed next to her on the bed. They lay there in silence, allowing the intensity of their coupling to slowly fade as they both fell back to earth. Tess turned until her body was pressed against his side, relished the feeling of his large, muscular frame next to her much smaller one as she watched his massive chest rise and fall in time with his labored breaths. She raised her hand and ran her fingers across the skin of his jaw, traced the outline of his face in love and wonder. He was truly her match, her partner, her soul mate. No man, or woman for that matter, had ever been able to elicit the same level of pleasure and satisfaction from her as he could. And things just kept getting better.

It had taken Tess some time to understand the nature of his desires, to fully comprehend what it was that he wanted, what he needed. It had terrified her to her depths when he had first confessed wanting her to explore sex outside of their marriage. She had made the typical and yet ludicrous assumption that he no longer wanted her, that he was passing the task of satisfying her to others. Or worse, that she was no longer enough and he wanted to fuck other women. And it had hurt. So deeply that it had nearly shut her down, had her nearly convinced their relationship was in serious trouble. Her reaction had been so volatile that he had retreated from the topic entirely, telling her it had just been a fantasy and nothing more, that she shouldn’t think of it as anything but dirty talk. Even as she accepted his explanation, Tess knew in her heart it was more than that. Much much more.

It was a long while, yearsbefore he brought the idea back to their bedroom, but when he did, he had expressed himself so differently that she was intrigued and curious, rather than angered and heartbroken. He had told her how beautiful and sensual she was, that her body was built for sex, that it was meant to be ravaged, meant to come, and all he could think about was watching her explode under someone else. A different viewpoint for him, a different experience, but one where her pleasure was still paramount. Tess could remember the night so clearly, the pained expression on his face as he admitted wanting something so atypical, so adverse to the normal and accepted conventions of marriage. Remembered how he had trembled with guilt and need as he acknowledged this darkest part of himself, how frightened he had been as he awaited her reaction.

The love she felt for Carter had washed over her that night, swept clean the feelings of sadness and confusion that his admission had created. And she knew that he would never intentionally harm her, that he would never let her go willingly, that she would always be his as long as she wanted to be. Things had progressed slowly from there, both of them playing little games with one another that had the sexual tension ramped up and their bedroom exploding with passion. The transition from fantasy to reality had been a rocky one, both of them stumbling and tripping over their own feet and one another’s as they fought to find the balance between their own sex lives and her “extracurricular activities.” It hadn’t been an easy journey but they had finally found the perfect equilibrium, a place where sex was sex and love was love, where they both had the opportunity to engage and explore almost any sexual fantasy with trust and support.

Carter turned his head and looked at her, his eyes heavy with fatigue and sated desire. He ran a finger down her cheek and she responded by pressing her face into his palm, relishing the feeling of belonging so completely to someone. It wouldn’t matter who she fucked, or when, or how many times...she would always belong to him, body, mind and soul. No matter how many times he shared her, how many times he allowed another to take momentary control, she was still his possession in every conceivable way. And that knowledge made it possible for their arrangement to work. As long as she was his, her body could be shared with impunity. As long as she was his, she was free.

“So tell me, darling girl,” he murmured as he stroked her white throat. “Think your little boy toy can actually deal with this? Think he’s up for it? So few truly are.”

“Guess we’ll just have to try him and see, won’t we?” she purred, snuggling into his arms. “Let me have a go at him, see what I can arrange. It won’t be that difficult if I handle it right. I think you’ll approve, baby. He seems like he can handle himself.”

“Good,” her husband said, pulling her close until she was nearly on top of him. “Because I can’t wait to see you screaming.”

ADULT EXCERPT

Another stinging slap. Another. Tess felt her pussy gush with desire and clench with need, felt her ass cheeks grow hot and sensitive. “You bad, bad little slut,” her husband groaned. “You dirty filthy little thing. And after you undressed?”

“He told me to lie down, left his own clothes at the foot of the bed and climbed over me,” she told him. “And then he slammed into me. Hard.”

“Fuck me, baby,” Carter said, hauling her back up and flipping her onto her back as he released her wrists. He circled around her until he was between her legs, used both of his hands to spread her thighs wide, a palm on either knee. She lay back on the bed, watched him bend his face until his mouth met her cunt with savage force. He licked and lapped at her slippery folds until she came undone at the seams, squirmed and screamed as he ate her pussy clean. When she was a sopping mess and his face was covered in her wetness, he sat up and ran his dick up and down her slit until she was delirious with need, whimpering and begging for him to take her.

“And then? Did that tight little snatch of yours make him come, darling? Did he fill that pussy or leave you wanting more?” he asked her, continuing to slide his hard cock against her folds, soaking himself in the wetness his teasing had created.

“Yes,” Tess sobbed, “He came, hard, took me over with him. He wasn’t huge but he knew what he was doing. Fucked me hard and fast. Like he was trying to get it done, like it was painful.”

Carter emitted a deep, guttural sound from his throat, pushed his dick into her waiting cunt, drove himself deep and hard as her hips levitated and tried to take all of him in. He was wrecking her, relentlessly pushing her toward the edge of sanity, to the place where pain became pleasure and pleasure pain. He raised both of her legs, lifted them to the ceiling until her ankles were over his shoulder, drove himself deeper until she screamed his name over and over.

“Did he fuck you more than once, darling, or was that it? Did he take you again like a man or was he only a boy?” he demanded.

“No,” Tess gasped as her husband continued his assault on her cunt. “He didn’t stop, just rolled me until I was on top, brought me back down onto him, made me ride him until he was hard again. He let me be in control for a while, before it was too much. Then he rolled me beneath him, held my wrists above my head and pounded into me like the little slut I am, baby. It was good. It was so, so good.”

Carter groaned, slipped himself from her cunt’s grasp and flipped her over so that her ass was high in the air, her face pressed to the pillows. Slamming into her from behind, he grasped her long hair in his hand, yanked her head back and drove into her again and again as she screamed. “Oh yes, Tessa, a slut for certain. A scandalous little whore just begging to be fucked. That’s what you are, isn’t it, baby? My little whore. Say it, darling. Tell me what a bad little wife you are. Tell me!” he demanded, her mind going blank and dark as the pleasure coursed through her.

“I am, baby, I’m your bad girl, your dirty little wife. Make me sorry, baby, teach me a lesson. Take what’s yours, reclaim my slutty little cunt. I let him fuck me hard, baby, couldn’t get enough of it. Fuck me harder. Show me who I belong to,” she cried, knowing her words were doing as much for his pleasure as her tight little cunt.

He released her hair, grasped both of her hips and pounded her deep and hard until she was exploding beneath him again and again. Tess felt his own orgasm as it ripped through him, his cock pulsating as he pushed inside her one last time, filling her until she thought she’d crack in two. He fell off her, rolled to the bed and lay there panting with exertion. She sank down to the sheets, returning to earth as the air shattered around them. She didn’t say a word, just lay still and quiet as reality snuck back into their bedroom, the dangerous demon that always threatened to turn these intensely erotic moments into something to fear, something to dread.

He didn’t speak either, but began to trace a finger along her spine, sending shivers throughout her wrecked body. He never said much once the confession was played out, preferring instead to leave her wandering aimlessly and recklessly through the dark void left behind. Carter bent and kissed her cheek, got up from the bed and headed for the bathroom. She remained where he had left her, her body a broken and shattered souvenir of her wantonness, her mind a whirl of ecstasy, worry and guilt. How many more games like this could they afford to play, Tess wondered. How many times before their world crashed around them? How many hands could they play by the “house rules” and not destroy the house?

At that moment, she found she really didn’t care, couldn’t manage to find a reason why it didn’t work. She had appetites that went beyond the conventional, as did he. And they fed each other, nourished one another, offered to one another what the other so desperately craved.