Chapter 25: Getting Carried Away
A damp cold settled on my small, walled in yard and I shoved my hands under my armpits. My hair fluttered across my face in the breeze as I popped up again to see them both in the kitchen, bathed in the hot white of the canister lighting. Camille had pulled her camisole back up and put on her boxer shorts. Kaden had put his shorts on but kept his shirt off. He shuffled through our cupboards to fix them both a drink as she texted on her phone, likely another attempt to reach me.
"He still hasn't texted back."
"I told you, I hired the best strippers."
"I'll never understand men's obsession with strippers. Or I guess I sadly do. I just wish he'd at least let me know when he's getting back."
"Am I not keeping you entertained?"
I still couldn't believe I was so stupid as to let my phone die on me. The night could've unfolded much differently had we remained in touch and now we had a lot to talk about—and not all of it would be the fun kind. Yes Kaden had misled her, but I felt a gut wrenching jumble of horniness and jealousy after watching her cheat on me. And that's exactly what she'd done when she sucked my friend's cock behind my back—cheated. There was the option of just walking in and seeing what she was willing to say about it, or if she'd even tell me what happened at all, but it was incredibly awkward with Kaden still there. I tried to imagine myself greeting Kaden, shaking his hand as he grinned the grin of a man who'd just had his dick in my wife's throat. And I also needed to know if she'd do it again, or if she'd go even further with him since Kaden showed no signs of leaving and she wasn't exactly chasing him out. So despite the cold I chose not to reveal myself just yet. Unfortunately, she'd have to worry about my whereabouts a little longer.
"Well, he's going to regret missing out tonight. I had everything set up for him and instead some big, stupid oaf shows up." Her plucky humor had already returned, almost as if she'd never blown Kaden at all.
"And she's back!" He clapped his hands slowly. "So what were your plans for him tonight, because you can count the big, stupid oaf in!" He handed her a vodka and then sipped his own.
Camille's big, fashion-model eyes remained glazed over in desire, their heavy lids had a dark metal sheen, freed strands of chestnut hair dangled in her face, her nose was still red and her lips still swollen. She had a sexy freshly-fucked look about her despite not having had any actual sex. She looked sweet and vulnerable and wicked and fuckable all at the very same time. Of course Kaden wasn't going to leave, she was a hot piece of ass and he was determined to get a slice.
She took a sip and winced. "I don't know if I can drink this."
Kaden retrieved her glass and set both his and hers down on the counter. He rubbed down her shoulders and took hold of her arms. He inched his head closer, his eyes sweetly preparing her for an incoming kiss.
"Um, didn't you promise to behave yourself?" Her tone was a solid rebuff to his advance.
"Alight. If you're really going to hold me to it."
"Thank you. I also need to know if Alex is alright."
Kaden sighed and dropped his eyes down to the floor. His gaze slowly climbed back up her sexy twenty-seven year old body. "I could always text Jimmy and have Jimmy check on him."
"Could you, please?"
He managed to lift his eyes to hers, but he let go of her arm to place a hand on her hip—her pussy was out of his sight, but definitely not out of his mind. "Absolutely," he finally answered, and slid his hand up under her camisole to her abdomen. "But what are you gonna do for me?"
He then lowered his fingers, creeping under the elastic of her boxer shorts, until her voice hitched and she said, "I think I've already done quite a bit for you, wouldn't you say?" She moved his hand away from her pussy and Kaden let go of her altogether.
He leaned back against the island counter, with Camille doing the same beside him. She crossed her arms and Kaden glanced at her from the corner of his eye.
"So one thing I wanna know—
why
?"
"Why what?"
"Why is Alex...". He paused, pointed to our TV and began again, "How are you cool with him showing a porno to all his friends?"
"Wow, just what I want to be thinking about right now." She leaned way back in embarrassment. "Well, I guess because I love him and it makes him happy, so..."
"You, the girl who gives me shit for asking Bobby to have anal sex did
that
for a man?"
"Nobody was supposed to know."
"Ah! But lucky for you I did."
She thinned her eyes into needles. "I'd say
you
are the lucky one."
He laughed like it was the most absurd thing he'd ever heard, and then put a hand on her flat tummy and rubbed. "I gave a little back, didn't I?"
She stared down past her crossed arms to where his hand continued to circle her silky skin and her belly full of his come. "I was wondering how long it would be before I regretted doing that."
"Listen to you! And I'm not the one who put my best parts on the silver screen." I don't know if she realized it but his hand had lowered towards her boxer shorts for a second attempt.
"That is definitely more of an Alex thing."
"So he likes to show you off? I guess there's your Instagram account, so that makes some sense. But this went quite a ways beyond that, wouldn't you say?"
"He's just a little too proud sometimes. But yeah, he also kinda likes to show me off in his own special way."
"His own special way, huh? Is that where The Beast comes in?"
She laughed. "I can't say I get that aspect of it. I mean, Alex is amazing, you know that, and he's like the sexiest guy I've ever met. He just has some insecurities for some strange reason."
Listening in suddenly became very awkward for me.
"What's he have to be insecure about?"
"Nothing! It's like he just can't see himself the way I do. But using that thing..." she motioned towards the big dildo, "that evidently makes him happy, so I don't mind obliging him."
"
Oblige him
, huh? Seems to me you're pretty into it for someone who's just trying to please her man." His whole hand dipped into her boxer shorts.
"Do I need to put on pants?" she cautioned.
He withdrew his hand again, holding it off to the side as if no foul had been committed. "And weren't you going to text Jimmy?"
"OK, OK!" He then reached over the front of her to get his phone from where it lay on the counter. But instead of grabbing it he left it resting flat on the table and used one finger to punch out a message, which he read aloud as he started typing.
"Jimmy... Can... You..."
