Waling the Line

Their schedules are beginning to align more and more, as if the universe is forcing them together. So far, cheating is a breeze. Sam is hardly home enough to notice, nor does Chris think he would particularly care if he found out, given what Avery has described to him of their relationship. And Hazel is happy enough to trot along in their marriage like everything is fine, and in some ways, Chris supposes he doesn't blame her assessment of the situation.

He's getting better at lying. Maybe not to Hazel, as she so rarely inquires, but to himself, and in turn he's becoming less fidgety and nervous about things. Since their last encounter, Hazel suggested that they host Sam and Avery for dinner. Instead of putting his foot down immediately like he might have two weeks ago, he agreed easily, now realizing the rationale in Avery's actions. They're creating plausible deniability together. Things couldn't be going better if he had planned it himself, which he supposes he should be thankful that he didn't. He doesn't think he could have ever been as cunning as Avery from the get-go, though he does sometimes wonder if she's rubbing off on him, turning him into something, or someone, he doesn't fully recognize. He also wonders why this fact doesn't bother him as much as he thinks it should.

It could be because Avery is topless, hovering above him now. Nothing but panties on, which she easily scoots out of the way as she lowers her pelvis to his groin.

Ah, well, this could be the reason why he's fine with everything as it stands. He gets a good deal out of it in turn. It's not like he drew any type of short straw when Avery agreed to start fucking him regularly.

They've been safe about it thus far, having agreed a couple of days ago to test regularly without any hard feelings. It is what it is, and Chris can't blame Avery for wanting to be sure. He wouldn't trust men to be honest either, should he ever feel so inclined to get in bed with one. (Which he never has, but it's the thought that counts.)

The nitty gritty is boring and necessary. Chris and Hazel didn't want to have kids, and Sam and Avery couldn't. Not on Avery's part, of course. On Sam's. So Avery keeps an IUD secretly tucked away inside of her for her escapades, and they both share their tests with each other. Everything is clean and by the books, allowing them to fuck unabashedly without concern. He doesn't even have to wear a condom, which is a relief for multiple reasons.

"I've been thinking about you all day," Avery murmurs, licking her lips as she gingerly holds Chris's cock between her hands and gives it a light squeeze, teasing him. Chris is roused back to reality from his boring thoughts.

Avery wiggles her hips; her body is tantalizing. She's perfectly groomed, with silky smooth skin everywhere courtesy of being able to afford a high-end waxing salon. Chris would eat her out no matter the jungle he'd have to trek through, but he can admit to enjoying her more this way. There's no shame in having preferences.

She slowly sinks Chris's cock and sighs heavily, head lolling to the side as she closes her eyes and takes in the feel of his girthy cock deep inside of her. Her pussy is tight as all, and slippery to boot. It clings to him tightly, and Chris has to stifle a sigh. He wants to buck up, to seek out her slick heat more rapidly, but Avery insists on taking the reins for this session, and so he remains flat on the living room couch.

The blinds are closed, but sunlight still peeks through, casting odd shadows around the room. Wherever a sliver of sun hits Avery, she glows, golden hair turning nearly translucent in the afternoon sun.

"It's so deep," Avery says, sucking in an astonished breath as she tentatively begins to lift her hips. "You don't know how bad I've needed this."

Not him, but this. Chris notes the difference, but doesn't mind too much. If she wants to use his cock as her personal dildo, then she's more than welcome to help herself. Chris keeps his arms crossed under his head, thoroughly enjoying the show she's putting on.

"Stressed recently?" Chris muses, only half-heartedly attempting to make conversation.

"Aren't most people?" Avery huffs out, amusement coloring her tone. "We live in unprecedented times, Chris."

Chris groans and rolls his eyes. "Please don't bring the corporate jargon here. I really can't take it."

Avery nods her head in agreement, wincing as she sinks back down onto his cock. They didn't have much foreplay this time, so she needs to thoroughly stretch herself out before getting to the good part. Chris has the rest of the day off and an abundance of patience, so he can wait.

"It's true, though." Avery smiles down at Chris, lopsided as it is, it's an endearing look on her. Her cheeks are beginning to flush, and her hips stutter a bit as she starts to pick up the pace. "Your cock is unprecedented."

Chris snorts. "I'm flattered, but let's circle back to this discussion later." He sucks in a quick breath as Avery lands on him suddenly, their skin slapping together sounds rather brutal, though it doesn't hurt. "We have a deadline to hit." He grins, feeling cheeky as he plays along with her antics.

"Sam doesn't get home for a while." She leans over and places her hands against his stomach and chest, tracing small circles into his skin with her fingers. It's an absent minded gesture on her part as she continues to ride him, but it feels nice nevertheless. "Forget it. Less talking more fucking."

"I can be amenable to that." Chris agrees.

Chris is grateful for Avery's lighthearted demeanor. She's a bit of a freak in bed, but a good-natured freak all things considered. There's never a dull moment with her.

"You'll have to come over to my place sometime." Chris groans as Avery begins to thrust down using only her hips, practically twerking on his dick. She rolls her hips in slow circles, breathing out long sighs as she aims it deep inside of her pussy, using his cock for her purposes.

"I don't mind hosting," Avery says as she begins to pant. Her hair bounces as she does, flying everywhere and becoming wonderfully messy. Chris reaches up and secures a flyaway strand back before letting his hands caress her skin. She leans into the touch, sighing contentedly as he gives her boobs a quick squeeze.

"I don't mind either," he says, harsh breath now matching hers as she continues to quicken her pace. "But a change of scenery might be good as well."

"Good point." She groans, eyes glazing over as she speaks.

Avery throws her head back as she cries out. "Fuck!" Her hips make intoxicating repetitive motions, allowing her pussy to perfectly milk his cock for all it's worth. She glides over him easily, not bottoming out completely, but allowing his tip to push into the right spot for her.

"You're good at that," Chris admits, flicking a nipple with his finger.

"It's not the only thing I'm good at." Avery grins down at him, a glowing seductress teasing her prey. Chris swallows thickly, taken by her sheer beauty and sexual prowess. She looks so incredibly hot.

Avery lets go of Chris and hops off his dick momentarily. She then turns around and immediately grabs it, pushing it back into her pussy in one fell swoop. Chris has the wind knocked out of him as she begins to ride him, looking over her shoulder with eyes that can only be described as sultry.

She's the goddess of lust incarnate. Perfectly proportioned and heavenly beneath his touch. He reaches out and ghosts a hand along her bare backside, enjoying the view of her riding his cock vigorously.

She shakes her ass for good measure, enticing him further to do what he was already planning on. He stares at where they're connected for only a moment longer, wonder filling his eyes as he watches her fuck herself against his cock with wild abandon.

Chris slaps her ass harshly, the sound rings out, akin to the crack of a whip. Avery loves it, though, and moans loudly as she relishes in the feeling. Chris grabs her asscheeks and kneads them, enjoying their plush feel before giving her more of what she wants.

He figures that their relationship works well in this way. There's a good deal of give and take; they both get what they want in due time, but not before the other gets something they also like. It's an equivalent exchange with a perfect power balance.

Chris raises his hand and brings it down even harder this time. Avery yelps and giggles, her breathing now ragged as moans escape her throat loudly.

"Fuck yes!" She gasps. "You like my fat ass, don't you?" She teases him, eyes alight and full of fire. Though she may seem like she's in charge, being literally on top of Chris, Chris understands enough to know when he's being prompted in any given situation.

"Don't fucking stop now," he goads her, stifling a groan as she thrusts onto his cock swiftly. The slap of skin is amplified every time he spanks her. It's not as hard as he theoretically could hit her, but there's no need to go there; then it wouldn't be any fun. It's just meant to sting a little, add a touch of color to her otherwise colorless body. Perfect as it may be, porcelain yet tanned in the correct sunlight, Chris also enjoys the way she flushes and turns red beneath his hold. "You can take it."

"Yes," she hisses, enjoying this brand of dirty talk much more than the corporate nonsense from earlier, even as fun as it was. "God, you feel so good." She practically sobs, completely overtaken by various sensations.

Chris swats at her again, and she jumps, huffing out a brief laugh and then a moan. Her pace is now unsustainable. She's been spurred on by the change in position, but he doubts she can last much longer now. She's fucking his cock like one might use a dildo while watching porn, it's a speed for instant gratification, not longevity.

"I'm going to come all over your cock." She cries out, throwing heated glances over her shoulder as she watches for his reaction. Chris is completely blown away, admiring how her body shakes and trembles, how she desperately rocks back onto his cock in search of her own pleasure. How she takes without asking, and how he lets her. A quiet part of him wants to thrust up into her, but she said before they started how she wanted to 'give him a show' and by God, she's doing just that. Most of his more primal instincts have been silenced, replaced by something more docile, enjoying seeing her putting her back into the action of fucking herself. He's just being used as a prop.

"Don't quit now." He grins at her. "I know you've got more in you."

"No-" her voice shakes, and Chris enjoys prodding her when she's at her limit. "It's so good. I can't stop." She thrusts down onto him with an inordinate amount of force, no longer just barely dancing on the tip, but letting her ass go all the way down to the base and then back again. She does it gracefully, even as her legs begin to shake.

"I can't slow down." She whines, high-pitched and needy. Her moans are getting louder, and Chris is amused by how loud she can become. He wonders if he can draw even higher-pitched moans out of her, but that will be something to explore another day.

"What are you waiting for then?" He whispers, wanting to send her over the edge. "Go ahead and come from my cock alone."

"Yes!" She cries out, but she's hardly paying attention to him now, just desperately chasing her orgasm mindlessly. Her hips snap brutally, and within the next minute shivers begin to wrack her body as she spasms against his cock, coming from just it penetrating her.

Her voice pitches up impossibly high as she squirts all over his cock. Her breaths are ragged, mixed with sounds that mimic a pornstar. Chris grabs her ass as her hips begin to still, dragging the last of her orgasm from his cock by force. She grinds into him, letting it hit all of her sensitive spots as aftershocks wrack her body with tiny uncontrollable shivers.

After her orgasm passes, she begins to stand, legs shaking from exertion. She turns to face him, a giddy grin spreading across her face. She's breathing heavily, skin shining with sweat.

"Holy shit." She gets out, dropping to her knees as she scoots towards the couch. "That was awesome."

"I can't take any of the credit, you did all the work." Chris chuckles, but Avery gives him a pointed look.

"Don't be modest."

Chris shrugs; he's telling the truth. Avery was insistent upon riding him with no help, and she did an excellent job. He hardly has any notes, thoroughly enjoying her attention to detail.

"Don't think I've neglected you." She huffs out a laugh, bending over to peck a quick kiss onto his glistening cock.

"I wouldn't dare say such a thing."

"You better not." She warns, eyes crinkling at the corners from smiling. She allows her mouth to wrap around his cock, and eagerly begins to swallow it down, effectively cutting their banter short.

Chris leans his head back, thoroughly enjoying the attention she provides. He was about to suggest that he finish himself off somewhere else, but who is he to deny her advances if she's offering?

Chris grins as he settles into the plush couch, feeling deeply satisfied even before coming. He's really starting to get used to their arrangement.