Chapter 53 Sex with my husband's driver: Gay husband
POV:Rema
I obeyed, he was so good and I knew from now henceforth, I'd listen to all his commands.
He slammed home again, the new angle letting him go impossibly deeper.
One hand fisted my wet hair, the other clamped my waist.
He fucked me like it was punishment and apology for all the months my husband ignored me all at once.
His hips snapping relentlessly, his balls slapping my clit with every thrust.
The second orgasm built faster, meaner. I could feel it in my spine, my toes curling against the step.
“Tariq…please don't stop…go faster.” I urged him to go faster.
“Come again,” he snarled. “Soak my cock, baby. Let me feel your milk on my cock.”
I closed my eyes as I could feel my orgasm coming, and soon enough it crashed over me and I released.
He turned me over and pushed me to my knees in the shallow water.
I opened instantly, my tongue was out desperately.
He fisted his glistening cock coated in my milky cum and stroked it.
Thick ropes of cum lashed across my tongue, my lips, dripping down my chin into the pool.
I swallowed what I could, it was salty but good at the same time.
He hauled me up before I could catch my breath, crushing me to his chest, both of us shaking.
Water streamed off our body. His mouth found mine again, softer now, tasting himself on my tongue.
“I’m never leaving you empty again,” he whispered against my swollen lips. “Six months was too fucking long…I wished I got you sooner, we could have been a thing.”
I clung to him, legs barely holding me, heart finally quiet.
The pool lights flickered on automatically at three a.m., bathing us in soft turquoise.
We didn’t move. We just stayed locked together, water lapping gently at our joined bodies.
I didn't regret it one bit, in fact I wanted to have sex with him every day of my life.
POV: Benjamin (Jalen)
I stared at Leo and sighed. “What do you want?”
I stayed at the base because of him, I neglected Rema because of him.
I was gay and couldn't reveal my sexuality to people so I have to marry Rema, I mostly spent most of my time in the military base fucking Leo.
We just started fucking few months back and started ignoring Rema again.
“Divorce her and go public with me,” Leo declared angrily.
“We can't do that …you have a wife and a family too.”
“I don't fucking want my family, I'll divorce my wife for you, don't you get it?” He yelled.
I pulled him closer but he pushed me away violently, I almost hit my head on the wall.
I knew he was very angry and he didn't want to say anything to me.
“C'mon Leo, you can't divorce your wife and I'll not do that to mine…Rema is a good woman trust me.”
“Then you don't deserve me.”
“Stop acting like a kid!” I yelled angrily and pulled him, holding his neck but I didn't choke him.
“Listen attentively…I won't hurt Rema. You got married to your wife first and you betrayed me” I retorted.
He claimed it would be embarrassing telling the world he was gay so I had to marry Rema because I believed it was shameful.
“But…we were young then and now I'm ready to be with you…”
“Stop that” I hushed him. “Let's keep it like this....I think I like it this way” I muttered.
He pulled me closer, “Think about it. We can fuck without caring about what people say, you can see that….”
“Let's continue like this, I might as well change my mind later in the future but for now, I want us this way.”
Leo moved closer to me and pulled me closer, “Then fuck me, let's see if that can get you to change your mind.”
His lips crashed into mine without hesitation and no apology.
Soft at first but when I didn’t pull away, he deepened it, hungry and sure.
My brain short-circuited. I should’ve stopped because I knew his demands would become crazy but I didn’t.
Instead my hands found his waist, pulling him closer, and I kissed him back like I had been starving for it.
His tasted of smoke and mint and something I couldn't detect but it flooded every sense.
My heart slammed against my ribs, terrified and electric, because in that second I wasn’t confused anymore.
I wanted this, I wanted him. And nothing was ever going to be the same.
The barracks room was nothing but concrete walls, a single bunk, and the faint smell of gun oil and bleach that never quite left the air.
The overhead light was off; only the red EXIT sign down the hall bled through the cracked door, painting everything in bruised crimson.
Leo stood at the foot of my rack, his shirt already gone, sweat glinting against his collarbones.
His breathing was loud in the silence, chest rising and falling like he had just run a five-mile ruck.
I shut the door with my heel, twisted the deadbolt. The click echoed like a round chambering.
“On your knees,” I said. My voice came out rougher than I expected, scraped raw from wanting him and pretending like I didn’t.
Leo dropped without hesitation, palms on his thighs, eyes up.
The sight of him like that (cocky, handsome Leo who could out-shoot half the platoon) looking at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered, punched the air from my lungs.
I stepped forward, moved my fingers through his short hair, and tightened until his head tilted back.
“You’ve been making crazy wishes recently,” I told him. “it's making me hesitate if I should keep on fucking you.”
His lips parted. “I know.”
“Yeah. You do.” I tugged harder, just enough to sting. “And now you’re gonna be quiet unless I tell you otherwise. Understand?”
He swallowed hard and nodded once.
I let go, reached for my belt. The buckle clinked open, leather whispering through the loops.
I didn’t take it off yet. I just held it folded in my fist while I looked down at him. “Hands behind your back.”
He obeyed instantly. I looped the belt around his wrists, cinched it snug but not cruel, the way I had learned to tie a prisoner’s flex-cuffs.
Secured, but circulation was still good. Leo tested it once, a small flex, then stilled.
His cock was already straining against his ACU trousers, a dark spot blooming at the tip.
And just like that, I forgot I had a woman at home who was desperately waiting for me and suffering.