Broken

The waiter came by and cleared another bottle of wine from the table. The alcohol was feverishly flowing, as usual, and I was glad that Jessica was finally loosening up for the first time this vacation. She seemed almost pent up or anxious when we made our way here, but the sound of her laughter and the sharing of knowing looks with her friends made me happy that we had come, even though it took a lot to get off work. When I had met Jessica, I was absolutely blown away by how beautiful she was. I could still remember her bright red hair and striking green eyes, glimmering in the light from the windows of the bar as she walked through with her friends. Her cheeks were rosy red, and her freckles peppered the skin across her nose. When she laughed, she had the most beautiful smile and intoxicating giggle. I knew I was done for as soon as I laid eyes on her.

When we started dating and getting to know one another, I was in shock and awe at how smart, capable, and passionate she was. It was pretty rare those days to find a woman that beautiful that was also capable of holding a conversation, but Jessica was that girl. She had everything and was so ambitious that I knew she would never let herself fail at anything, something I came to understand was both a good and bad trait in her. Either way, it didn’t take me long to know that I was going to make her my wife.

In college, I knew immediately that her friends were her life, and sometimes, it almost seemed as if their bond was a bit too much. I had never seen friends as close, caring, and personally involved in someone’s life before, and because of that, there was a level of jealousy that came along with dating Jessica. It was strange for me to feel jealous of her girlfriends, but Jason was another story. He always seemed to get right under my skin when it came to how he acted toward Jessica, something she told me was nothing for me to worry about. Even then, in the middle of the conversation, it was irritating me the way he was looking at my wife. I needed to calm down, though. There was no reason to get myself all upset over nothing. I breathed out and took a drink of my wine, trying to ignore how racy the conversation had gotten.

Jessica put her arm in the air and motioned to the waiter that she wanted another bottle of wine. I reached up, pulled her hand into my lap, and leaned in close to her. Between the wine and the smell of her perfume, I was feeling intoxicated by her presence. Since our lives were so busy, it wasn’t often that I found myself in a situation with my wife that I could feel free to have those feelings. Instantly, I hoped that dinner was going to be over and that we could head back upstairs soon. The excitement of the evening had traveled down to my pants, and my patience was dwindling.

“I’d like to spend some time alone with you tonight, but if you keep drinking, you are going to pass out and miss out on all the fun,” I whispered.

She snapped her head toward me with that beautiful and alluring smile I had been longing for. My heart fluttered in my chest, the same way my dick was twitching in my pants, especially with the feeling of her hand on my thigh. Slowly, she started to move her hand up my thigh and toward my package, making more than just my cock stiff. My shoulders froze, and my breath held, feeling her that close to me out in public. Jessica had been trying desperately to spice things up in our sex life, feeling that neither of us put a lot of effort in keeping it exciting in the bedroom. However, her groping my cock in public made me a little more than nervous. I had an actual, high-profile job and handled international affairs for the government. I was required to maintain a strict moral code and an impeccable personal life, which meant I couldn’t be seen doing anything like what was about to happen. The last thing I needed was for someone to find my wife jacking me off under the dinner table. It would not be a pleasant meeting when I sat down with the Joint Chiefs and the President to discuss the most recent contract with Japan for technologically superior war machines.

“We don’t ever do anything like that,” Jessica said, moving her hand up and squeezing my cock. “Austin has to be perfect everywhere, or the White House will have his ass.”

I smiled and shifted in my chair, taking her hand and putting it back in her lap. It wasn’t that the thought of her jerking me off right here in this restaurant wasn’t arousing, but it was undeniably too dangerous. People knew who I was, especially the type of people that frequented fine-dining restaurants like the one we were in. She frowned at me and turned back to her friends, continuing the conversation. I looked over my shoulder at the waiter and nodded at him, handing him my black card. When he returned, I signed the receipt and tipped him generously, thanking him for an excellent dinner. I stood up and pulled Jessica up with me, placing my napkin on the table and stretching.

“I hate to cut it short, but I am taking my beautiful wife back to the room to get some sleep so that we can hit the slopes early,” I said.

“Is that a new kind of code?” Kristin laughed.

“I hope so.” Jessica giggled, slightly intoxicated from the wine.

We said our goodbyes and then headed toward the elevator, Jessica clinging tightly to me as she wobbled in her six-inch heels across the marble floors. I didn’t mind having her that close at all, and by the time the elevator doors were closed, she was standing in front of me, rubbing her ass up and down my growing cock. I pulled her into me by the waist and pushed my hips forward, showing her exactly what I was thinking about. She moaned softly, rotating her ass in circles, feeling my shaft jamming into her ass cheeks. We stumbled laughing to the suite and went inside, shutting the door and immediately dropping our things on the floor.

Jessica wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately as I picked her up with one arm and made my way back to the bedroom. When I set her down, she smirked and bit her lip, pulling the straps of her dress over her shoulders and letting her dress fall to the floor, revealing to me that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her tits were perfect, bouncing slightly as she stepped out of her clothes and tossed them to the side. I pulled off my tie and threw my jacket to the side, frantically untucking my shirt and watching as she slid up on the bed and spread her legs wide. By the time I was done pulling the rest of my clothes off, she was rubbing her pussy, staring deeply into my eyes.

I crawled toward her across the bed and laid down on my stomach, hooking her legs over my shoulders and pushing my face down in her sweet, warm pussy. She moaned loudly as my tongue swiped up through her folds, tasting every inch of her before lingering at her pulsing clit. I sucked it into my mouth and nibbled lightly on it, immediately starting to finger her. She really liked it when I fucked her with my fingers, getting her good and wet before pounding my cock inside of her. I started out strong with three fingers, and I pushed them deep inside while rubbing my tongue down on her nub. She screamed out, grabbing my head with her hands and swirling her hips against my mouth. I knew it wasn’t going to take long before she exploded, and I wanted desperately to taste her flowing juices.

My face bared down on her pussy, and I fingered her vigorously, listening to the screams echoing through the room. Her legs began to tighten around my head, and I knew she was on the verge of orgasm. My tongue flicked wildly against her clit, and she threw her head back, arching her chest and shaking as she came hard into my mouth. I groaned seductively as her juices spilled out and down my hand as my tongue lapped at her. Now, I wanted my cock wrapped up in her body. When her muscles had relaxed, I turned over on my back and pulled on her.

“Ride me, baby,” I whispered.

She smiled and climbed on top of me, slowly sliding down my cock, her juices giving all the lubrication that was needed. I put my hands on her waist and watched as she closed her eyes and grabbed onto her tits, swirling her hips against my body. She pulled her knees farther under her and raised up, slowly sliding back down before repeating that over and over again. It was so sensual watching her writhe and move on top of me, and my eyes stayed locked on her body as I thrust upward to meet her, pushing myself deep and hard inside of her pussy. She began to move faster, hearing my groans and watching my eyes smooth over her supple skin. I gripped my fingertips into her sides and pushed myself up and down inside of her, taking over the movements and watching as she feverishly rubbed her clit, licking her lips and screaming out.

The sound of the bed smacking into the wall and the springs coiling and recoiling beneath us lent to the pure ecstasy of the moment. While we were emotionally connected, we were fucking like we hadn’t done it in decades, our bodies aching to feel each other’s release. I slowed my thrusts and pulled Jessica down onto the bed, wrapping her legs around my waist as we rolled. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold back much more, and I wanted to be as deep inside of her as I could when I came.

I pulled her arms up over her head and held them there tightly as I pounded my cock deep inside of her. She screamed loudly, the whole bed moving with the motion of our bodies, and her tits bounced wildly up and down. I thrust my hips hard and deep, feeling her hips open up. I kept that motion going for two or three minutes, but it was too much for me to hold in. The warmth of her juices and the stiffening of her body pushed me right over the edge. As I rammed into her one last time, I gripped onto her hands and growled out, feeling her move into another orgasm. My cock pulsed inside of her and exploded, releasing a wave of pleasure through my body that made it difficult to hold myself up.

In the bed, our bodies flickered and twisted, coming together and feeling that intense ecstasy. When all that was left to do was twitch our hips against each other, I pulled out and fell to the side, breathing deeply. We laid there for a while, collecting ourselves, staring up at the large blade fan over the bed.

“Why did you take my hand away at dinner?” she asked.

“Come on, Jess,” I said. “You know how high-profile my career is.”

“Oh, come on,” she scoffed. “You are way too prim and proper. No one would have found out about it. It wasn’t like I was giving you a hand job at the United Nations.”

“I love you.” I sighed, not wanting to have this fight again. “Let’s just get some sleep.”

She nodded and turned

over, and I followed along, wrapping my arms around her waist. Maybe there was something about all of these people being around us. Maybe, just maybe, they had something to do with how free our sex just was. Either way, I knew that I had to keep it secret, protecting my job and my relationship.

Chapter 5

Kristin

“Come on, crew,” I said, waving my arm and sliding toward the lifts. “This is freaking amazing.”

I hopped onto the lift next to Amber and looked back to make sure the others were following. We had decided on a slope that was pretty far off the beaten path, wanting some privacy and to get away from the crowds that flocked the normal ski resorts. This one seemed a little sketchy, but the slopes were long and well-groomed. I was more than excited to get to the top and get some skiing done. I had waited a long time for this. Being out in nature had always made my energy spike, bringing life to my normal robotic movements in society. We were always so busy with life that Jason and I forgot there was an entire other world out there ready to explore, and I, for one, was not going to let this vacation go by in a haze of hotel suites and fancy restaurants. I was already scoping out the secluded spots along the way so that I could pull Jason off to the side and suck his cock.