Chapter 56 Sex with my husband: Caught red-handed
Third person POV:
He inserted two of his fingers inside her pussy, moving gently and possessively while his other hand stroked her hip.
Every time she tried to push back, greedy for more, he stilled completely until she whimpered and held position.
Only when she was trembling and her pussy was dripping from wetness did he withdraw.
The vibrator slid in easily because of how wet she was.
He clicked the remote once, the vibrator moved steady pulses that made her toes curl.
She buried her face in the mattress and moaned his name like a prayer…like she was doing an act of worship.
“Jalen…” only she had the audacity to call him that name.
Benjamin stripped then, he didn't hurry, he loved taking it slow.
His shirt buttons slipped free one by one, his trousers dropped to reveal the heavy erection.
She missed his huge fat dick so much and she smiled at the size.
He climbed onto the bed behind her, his knees bracketing her thighs, and simply looked at her to his fill.
His wife, bound and stuffed with the toy that buzzed softly inside her pussy and water still beading on her skin.
He leaned over her, his chest to her back, and spoke against her ear.
“I’m going to take this pretty little ass tonight, Rema. I’m going to fuck you until you forget every name but mine. And you’re going to thank me for it.”
She shuddered hard enough that the cuffs rattled. “Yes. God, yes. Fuck me till I can't walk out of bed anymore.”
He turned the vibrator up a notch and watched her sob into the sheets.
Then he eased it out slowly, savoring her broken whine at the loss.
Fresh lube coated his fingers, then his cock, generous, wet and shining.
He poured a generous amount like he got a promo for it.
He pressed the blunt head of the lube tube against her entrance and paused.
“Breathe, love.”
She did, shaky inhale, shaky exhale. He pushed forward in one smooth, inexorable glide until he was buried to the hilt.
The heat of her gripped him like a fist, he had to clench his jaw to keep from coming on the spot.
Rema keened, high and desperate, back bowing as far as the restraints allowed.
Benjamin held still, letting her adjust, letting the burn bloom into something darker and richer.
When her hips began to rock in tiny, helpless circles, he took it for the permission it was.
He moved his dick to her entrance and entered her with a powerful thrust.
She gasped and writhed on the sheet.
“Benjamin…” This was the first time she would call him that.
“I know,” he growled. “I feel you fluttering around me. I've missed you so much, I've missed your sweet pussy.”
Rema suddenly started feeling guilty, she cheated on him with his driver and here he was confessing his love for her.
She would confess and plead for forgiveness.
“Ahhh fuck…Jalen” she moaned her. Benjamin's thrust interrupted her thoughts.
He circled her clit with deliberate cruelty, never quite enough pressure, while his hips snapped forward harder, faster and deeper.
The cuffs creaked louder and the sheets on the bed wrinkled.
Water from earlier had soaked the sheets; now sweat joined it, until their bodies slid together in perfection.
Rema’s pleas grew frantic. “Harder…please, I need…Sir, please…”
He reached for the pitcher again, tipped one last stream of ice water across her lower back. The shock of cold against the heat of his body inside her sent her spiraling.
She came with a scream muffled into the mattress, her body seizing, her inner muscles clamping down so hard his vision grayed at the edges.
He followed moments later releasing his hot seed in her pussy.
For a long minute there was only the sound of their breathing, harsh and mingled, and the soft drip of water from the pitcher he had forgotten to set down.
Eventually he eased out, disposed of the condom, and began the slow process of aftercare.
He unbuckled the cuffs, massaged her wrists, his kisses pressed to every red mark.
He fetched a warm cloth, cleaned her gently, then a dry towel, then simply gathered her into his arms on the ruined sheets.
She curled into him, limp and trembling, face pressed to his throat.
Benjamin stroked her hair, whispered praise into the damp strands until her breathing evened out.
Only then did he allow himself to acknowledge the tremor in his own hands, the depth of what they had just shared.
Down here, in the secret room lit by bruised light, a husband held his wife like she was the only real thing in the world. And for tonight, she was.
He knew he was simply here to hide his shameful act and he regretted it so much.
His phone rang and it was Leo, he couldn't ignore the man he had loved.
“Stop calling me” he whispered, leaving the basement gently so as not to wake Rema up.
“I'm at your place, let's talk.” Leo hung up. Benjamin found himself moving in joy.
He should stop seeing Leo, he should send him away but he couldn't do all of that.
POV: Rema
I woke up and noticed a text message on my phone, I clicked on it and it was a text from an unknown number.
“Leave the basement and go to your bedroom…you'll see his true self and why he ignored you for over three months.”
I stood up quickly almost without wearing a clothes and rushed to the bedroom, I heard some muffling sounds before I pushed it open and my husband, Tariq and another man were there stack naked fucking each other.
My eyes welled up in tears, I had loved Benjamin. I had thought it was because of his job…I didn't know he ignored me because he was gay.
“Tariq…you too?” I couldn't believe they were all gays.
“You fucked me in the pool and…” I realised I slipped expecting Jalen to flair up but he didn't. Then it clicked …he knew.
“You knew Tariq fucked me?” My hands were trembling. If Jalen asked Tariq to do this then I won't forgive him.
“Let's just have a foursome.” Tariq muttered quietly but we all heard him clearly.