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Authors: Sean Wolfe

Aroused (22 page)

His Special Project
T
he ending credits rolled across the screen slowly, and I made sure to read every one of them. There wasn't a chance in hell I would recognize any of the names that appeared after the first five principal actors or so. Certainly I wouldn't know who the second assistant to the hair stylist for Ms. Streep was, or the “gaffer,” whoever or whatever the hell that was. But I waited until the song ended and the television screen went completely blue before I turned off the DVD player.
Only then did I dare look at the clock on the wall above the bookshelf a few feet from the television.
11:30 p.m.
I sighed and wrapped my arms around my chest and tried with valiant effort not to cry. It was Thursday evening, which meant Robert would be walking in the door in about an hour and a half, with a shit-eating grin on his face. It had been exactly the same routine every Tuesday and Thursday for the past two months.
“Honey, I've got this really important project to work on and I'm under a lot of pressure to get it done. I could really use three days a week working late on it, but I would never do that to you. I definitely need two, though. Please be patient with me. It's just for a couple more months, and then I'll be back to normal. Home at six and spending every minute of the evening with the man I love.”
I know Robert was hard at work and trying for a promotion that would mean a lot to him. Hell, it'd mean a lot to both of us. It would almost double his salary. And I knew he loved me.
So I'd been putting up with being alone every Tuesday and Thursday evening for the last month. But earlier tonight, as I was cooking up a batch of spaghetti, I remembered Robert's mother had called that afternoon and asked me to have him call her. I'd completely forgotten until I was making dinner, so I called his office number, but got his voicemail, so then I dialed his secretary.
“I'm so sorry, Jason,” she said. “But Robert leaves at 3:00 every Tuesday and Thursday. He has for the past month now.”
“What?” I asked, stunned.
“I just assumed ... I'm sorry, Jason.”
I hung up the phone and stumbled to the sofa, where I fought to catch my breath. Never in the eight years we'd been together had I once suspected Robert of cheating on me. But thinking back on it now, it all made sense. Supposedly working late, coming home exhausted, too tired for sex half the time, secretive about what he was working on.
I'd sat there brooding for so long that I burned the spaghetti sauce and lost my appetite. That's when I curled up on the sofa and watched
Sophie's Choice
on DVD. I needed desperately to emote, and if anything could get me to cry, it was Meryl's stunning performance in the best movie ever made.
After a few moments of staring at the blue screen, I turned off the television and went to bed. I undressed and climbed into the king-sized bed, looking up at the ceiling through the dark of the room, and soon fell asleep.
The hot, wet tongue licked up and down the length of my ass crack, sending chills up my spine. Then a kiss on each cheek. I probably have more sexual dreams than anyone I know, and I fucking love them. I subconsciously concentrate on staying asleep so that I can carry the dream through to the end, and I'm almost always successful. I can't even count the times I've awakened to either the sheets or my stomach and chest covered in my own cum just from my dreams.
The tongue licked around my hole and then slid in slowly. I moaned loudly and wriggled my ass around the tongue, all the time willing myself to stay asleep. This was a good one and I definitely wanted to make it to the end before waking up. The hands on either side of my ass massaged the cheeks lovingly and spread my ass apart even farther so the tongue could work its way deeper inside.
I almost creamed right there. There are few things I love better than having my ass eaten out, and this dream was taking me beyond the limits within which most of my dreams reside. I didn't dare move a muscle lest I wake up and cause it to end.
“Come on, baby,” I heard the voice from miles away. “Wake up. I wanna fuck you so bad, and I'm not really into necrophilia.”
It took me a moment to realize this wasn't a dream, and that Robert was in bed with me. I rolled over and looked at him. He smiled sheepishly and rubbed his naked body against mine. His cock was hard and throbbing, warm against my leg.
“I burned the spaghetti sauce,” I said defiantly and pouted, then scooted a couple of inches away from him.
“What?”
“Never mind. You wouldn't understand. It's a matter of the heart.” I immediately regretted saying it. I've been accused, on more than one occasion and by more than one person, of leaning toward the melodramatic. Although I haven't completely embraced it, I have come to accept it as fact. But now, with my heart beating a million times a minute and my ass on fire, was not the time. My husband was naked and fully hard and smiling that fucking sexy smile of his that melts my heart every time.
“Come here, baby,” he said, and I did. “Suck my dick.” And I did.
The thing that struck me about Robert when I first met him was his commanding presence. Whenever he walked into a room, every eye was on him and he had control of the room. When we first started dating, I turned to Jello every time he told me to “get on your knees and suck my dick,” or “bend over and don't even think about moaning as my cock slides up your ass.” He was never cocky about it, but rather I think he sensed the excitement it elicited in me, and did it more to please me than himself.
The second thing that struck me about Robert was his cock, and even after eight years, it never ceased to take my breath away. It's not that it was so huge. I'd seen and had bigger. But it was a work of art, perfect in every detail. It was maybe between seven and eight inches, but so thick I could barely wrap my fist around it. Thick veins ran along the length and crisscrossed all around it. The skin, even when his cock was fully hard, was soft as silk.
So I didn't hesitate to wrap my lips around it and suck it at that moment. I licked the head first, then took it in my mouth and sucked gently on it. Robert loved having his cock head sucked, but I wanted his entire cock buried in my mouth, so I opened the back of my throat and swallowed him in one slow move.
“Oh, fuck, babe,” he moaned. “You know I can't take too much of that. You'll make me cum too fast.”
I teased him for a few more minutes by deepthroating him and sucking for all I was worth. When I knew he was close, I pulled my mouth off his cock.
“You're such a tease,” Robert said as he caught his breath
I raised myself up and kissed him on the lips. He returned my kiss, licking lightly around my lips and then slipping his tongue inside my mouth. I sucked on it greedily, and savored the sweet taste of bourbon. But only for a second. And then it hit me. Why was he drinking bourbon if he was supposedly working?
“Where were you tonight?” I asked as I broke the kiss and leaned down to lick his nipples.
“Shhh,” he said, and leaned forward to knead my ass cheeks as I licked his nipples and worked my way down to his belly button.
“You weren't at work.”
“Turn around and get on your knees.”
My heart skipped a beat, and I did as I was told. I knew what was coming, and as much as I wanted to know where Robert had been, I wanted, oh so much more, what was to come. I got on all fours and raised my ass in the air.
Robert got behind me and spread my ass with his hands and attacked my ass with his tongue as if digging for gold. I moaned and bucked myself back against his mouth.
“Do you want me inside you, baby?” he asked.
“You know I do,” I answered. “Fuck me.” I was already so hard and throbbing I thought I'd explode any second with anticipation.
Robert and I have made love hundreds of times over the past eight years, and every time it seems to get better. When he fucks me, it's almost always slow and gentle and lasts an hour or more. He enters me slowly and lets my ass adjust to the thickness of his cock before he slides in and out of me.
But not tonight. As soon as the words, “Fuck me,” were out of my mouth, I felt Robert's cock head against my asshole, and a second later he slid his fat cock all the way inside me in one slow but steady and deliberate move. I yelped out in pain, and dropped to my stomach on the bed. Robert stayed inside me and lay on top of me.
“Robert, that hurts.”
“It won't in a minute and you know it.”
“But it hurts now,” I said between gritted teeth. “Why did you do that?”
“Don't doubt me again, baby, and don't doubt my love for you. It hurts me and it upsets me.”
He slid his cock out of my ass just an inch or so, and then went back deep inside, and that's all it took for me. The pain was gone. In its place every nerve in my ass tingled, and I wriggled my ass against his cock.
“Okay,” I said. “Will you fuck me now?”
Robert leaned down and kissed my neck as he slid in and out of my ass. He started out slow, but quickly picked up his pace.
I reached up and held his chin in my hand and stared into his eyes as he fucked me. When he shoved his cock inside me with quick jabbing stabs, his eyes rolled back in his head and then closed. When he slowed down and slid into me slow and deep and tender, he stared into my eyes, and winked the sexiest wink I'd ever seen.
I kissed him on the lips, and then he moaned loudly. I knew he was close. I sucked on his tongue as I tightened my ass around his cock and moved up and down.
“I can't take any more, babe,” he said. “I'm gonna cum.”
“I already did,” I said.
“What?”
I rolled over to my back without allowing his cock to slip from my ass. My stomach and the comforter were both covered in my cum.
“Oh, shit,” he yelled, “here I cum!”
He pulled his cock from my ass just in time. I felt the first couple of shots splash against the outside of my ass. The next few flew across my torso and landed on my face. I lapped at it eagerly as the last couple of spurts of his cum landed on my belly and mixed with my own.
We lay there for a few minutes, catching our breaths.
Then Robert spoke. “Just exactly when did you cum?”
“When I looked into your eyes and saw the love behind your wink.”
He pulled me close to him and cradled me in his arms. We fell asleep like that and woke up the next morning in the exact same position.
 
The next three weeks were a nightmare. Monday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday were heaven for me. Robert and I seemed closer than ever. On the weekends we took trips to the beach and amusement parks. I was on a high during those days, and more in love with my husband than ever. But when Tuesday and Thursday rolled around, I found myself in deep depression. I'd called his office a couple more times after 4:00 and found, as I'd expected, that he'd left at 3:00.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I called my best friend Carol.
“Honey, you've got to face the facts,” she told me as she exhaled from her Pall Mall and took a swig of Bartles & Jaymes wine cooler. Even without seeing her, I knew what she was doing. It was her standard after-dinner routine. “He's having an affair.”
“How can you say that?” I asked, even as I bit my nails because I knew it to be true.
“The signs are all there, sweetie.”
“But he's so affectionate and loving when he's here. Sex is better than ever.”
“That means the end is near. He's being affectionate and loving because he feels dirty and guilty and wrong for doing this to you, and is trying to atone for his sins.” Another drag on the cigarette and big swig of wine cooler. “And the sex is so good now because he knows it's coming to an end, and as crazy as it sounds, he wants to remember you and the sex you had in the best possible way. Trust me, I know these things.”

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