He didn’t say a word. He knew the routine. This wasn’t the first time I’d woken him up like this. He rolled onto his back and put his hands up above his head. He knew how I wanted it in the middle of the night. No foreplay. I just wanted to fuck.
I think my pussy had gotten wet sometime between thinking about the stranger and reaching back to palm my husband. By this time I was soaked.
Through the slots of the window blinds a bluish light shone in, revealing Connor’s amazing form lying back and ready, his cock fully erect and just standing there, waiting for me.
I rolled over and climbed on top of him. With my left hand I pinned his hands above his head.
He didn’t say a word. He knew better.
With my right hand I helped him slide into me and then I went crazy. The bed squeaked and I didn’t care if the whole house heard me. If the other guys heard, they’d just want to fuck me harder on their night. Our life was a competition and I was always the prize.
Connor bit his bottom lip and remained silent but he was awake. I couldn’t see his eyes but I knew they were open, watching me, and as I looked down at myself, I liked the way my tits shook in the moonlight. My nipples were so hard and I knew Connor had his eyes glued on me as I devoured his cock.
I fucked him and fucked him, not once wanting him to roll me over. I wanted to ride him. I wanted to be in control of how deep he went and I wanted him deep.
I rode him, trying to fuck the memory of the stranger away. Thinking of him was wrong when I was a married woman. But you didn’t see the way he looked at me. I couldn’t get that out of my mind.
So I kept riding Connor, fucking him, and I wouldn’t stop until I came. I was close. Connor tried to move his arms, probably to grab my waist, but I shoved them down hard against the mattress.
“Don’t move, baby,” I said. “Let me handle this.”
As I leaned forward to keep his hands down, he hit the spot, and I gasped.
“OOOh fuck, ohhh shit, Connor.”
I slammed myself back against him, down onto him, pulled forward, then backed into him again. And again. And again.
“Ohhh shit,” I yelled.
And through the slots in the window I suddenly imagined the stranger, Pike was his name, watching me, staring at me like he had earlier as I rode my husband’s dick.
For some reason that turned me on even more.
And I fucked my husband.
I fucked my man while thinking of another.
And it poured out. I came. I came and gasped and yelled and fell onto his chest.
And the stranger faded from memory.
The next day was my personal day, my day off from my husbands. And I thanked God it was because I was sore when I woke up. I rolled out of Connor’s bed and left him there asleep as I pulled on a robe and headed to the bathroom. There, under the hot shower stream, the stranger came back to me. His eyes again. I decided I needed to go see him. He’d be in the jailhouse and I, being one of the seven, would be expected to go talk to him and find out his attentions. Oh and the other guy too. I’d forgotten there were two of them.
I left the house early to avoid running into any of the guys. Alé was still asleep after his long night with the new arrivals. Connor was passed out in his bed. Bentley, however, was in the kitchen with the kids, sipping his coffee. I kissed him good morning and told him I had to go meet the rest of the seven for a morning recap of the events that took place the evening before.
He didn’t doubt me. He had no reason to. I was always very open with my husbands. And I’d just lied.
Why had I lied?
Was I doing something wrong? Did I have bad intentions? No, I didn’t. I was sure of it. I just needed to make sure our community was safe and that these two strangers weren’t spies for the Venenum or something even worse.
It was just after seven o’clock in the morning when I made my way to the jailhouse so most of the town was still asleep or in their homes.
The town jail was only used in cases like our current one, when unexpected guests showed up out of the tree line and we didn’t know what else to do with them. And occasionally, but very rarely, someone in town would get a little too intoxicated and need to be confined for the evening. That had only happened twice that I could remember. Most of the time the Doves just dragged their drunken fellows home to their beds.
Alcohol was almost banned at one point but even the Doves enjoy their wine and who doesn’t like the aggression of a drunken man from time to time? As long as it doesn’t become an unwanted case of whiskey dick, right?
The jailhouse was really just a barred up room at the back of the town security building.