Chapter 37 THE THERAPIST'S TOUCH 2
A week later, after my hot session with my massage therapist, David had booked us another “couples’ weekend,” but this time he went for the steam room, telling me he’d meet me in the waiting room later. Perfect, because things were about to get steamy.
I texted Alex; immediately my husband disappeared behind the frosted glass door.
Me: Room 7. Now. I’m already naked.
I didn’t see his reply. He just appeared, locking the door behind him the way he did last time that made my stomach flip.
He wasn't wearing scrubs this time. He wore dark jeans and a fitted black tee that curved out every line of his chest. He was looking like a model, his eyes darker than I remembered, almost angry with want.
“You're impatient today,” he said in a low tone, stepping close enough that I could feel the heat coming off him.
“Spread out on the table like this place is yours. Like you’re not married to the guy twenty feet away.”
I was on my back again, same way as last time, legs open, no sheet covering me, no pretense.
“I am impatient. Alex,” I whispered. “I've been wet since breakfast thinking about you. David kissed me goodbye this morning, and I almost moaned your name.”
A slow, dangerous grin spread across his face.
“You’re getting too bold, Elena. And it's dangerous.” He pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside. “Get on all fours and face the door.”
My heart pounded. Like David could walk in any minute, and I was spread out for another man.
I did just that. My tits hanging heavy. I heard his belt unbuckling and the slow drag of his zipper.
Then his hands were on me—rough and possessive, spreading me open like he had every right.
“Tell me, Elena,” he groaned against my ear, his chest pressing against my back, his thick cock hot and bare, sliding between my thighs.
“Tell me what you want while your husband’s sweating in the next room.”
I gasped. “You,” pushing my ass against him. I want you to fuck me so hard I forget his name. I want to feel you tomorrow when he’s touching me.
He didn’t go easy this time when he entered me. He thrust in till he was buried to the base of his cock, stretching me wide, his balls rubbing against my clit.
He moved slowly once, making me choke on a silent scream. His hand covered my mouth instantly.
“Shh, sweet pussy,” he hissed, pulling out slowly, and slamming back in.
“You make a sound, and he hears everything. You want that huh? Want him to walk in and see his pretty wife getting banged like a cheap whore?”
I wanted to counter, but my body betrayed me by tightening on his cock, my juices dripping down my thighs.
He started a punishing rhythm, hips slapping mine, the table creaking under us. Every thrust ran through me.
His hand moved from my mouth to my throat, choking me a little, and squeezing just enough to make me go wild.
“Talk to me,” he commanded, voice ragged. “Tell me how much better I am.”
“Fuck Alex, you're so much better,” I whimpered, barely audible.
“You're bigger…damn…you hit deeper. You make me feel dirty just like I love it. He never does.”
He groaned, low and filthy, fingers digging into my hips.
“That's right, my married slut. You're my dirty little secret.” He rubbed my clit, fast and hard, forming circles with his thumb.
“Now, come for me. Quietly. Bite the table if you have to.”
I couldn’t hold back anymore. Orgasm hit me, silent and long, my whole body shaking as I flooded him with my juices.
He didn’t stop fucking me through it, he went harder, chasing his own release.
“I'm gonna cum in you again,” he rasped against my neck.
“Gonna send you back to him dripping with me. You'll sit next to him at dinner tonight and feel me inside you. And then you’ll smile like nothing happened.”
“Oh yesssss….” I begged.
He entered one last time, so deep and I felt it, his seeds marking me.
His grip tightened on my throat as he came, a low growl muffled against my shoulder.
We stayed connected like that for seconds, breathing hard. Then he pulled out slow, watching his cum run down my thighs. I looked at him, his eyes filled with satisfaction.
“Clean yourself up,” he murmured, zipping up. “But not too well.”
I slid off the table on shaky legs, grabbing some tissues, wiping just enough to be clean. My thighs trembling and my heart still racing.
He leaned in close and whispered. “Next time, I'm fucking you in the steam room. With him right outside the door.”
I met his eyes, ruined and already aching for more. “You promise?”
He didn't say another word. He smirked, unlocked the door and slipped out.
I walked out to the lounge five minutes later, my cheeks glowing. David looked up from his phone, smiling.
“This spa does make you feel better and relaxed each time you are here.” He stood to kiss my cheeks. The proud husband.
I smiled back, my body filled with sin.
“You have no idea.