In Your Dreams Ch 04

A story involving cuckoldry and adultery. Enjoy if that's your thing, please move on if it's not.

The next day, mid-morning, Louis sat in his office, his face pointed at his monitor but not seeing anything on it. The snippet ran through his mind again and again.

Maria's arms twisted around that other body, that other man, Warren, her face pressed against his chest. The sash untying, the robe opening. His hands on her body, her belly, her hips, then dragging down her panties. Her lying back on the bed, those hands again, pushing her thighs apart and then the unknown face lowering between them. Her hips rising from the bed to meet the lips, the tongue. A moan coming from the bed.

Louis sat motionless, not even thinking. The reel kept rolling, over and over. He closed his eyes.

There was a tap on his open office door. Willa, his product manager. He looked at her vacantly.

"Fiona's staff meeting?" she asked him.

He glanced at his wrist. "Oh right,' he said. She was standing in the doorway, looking at him. "I'll be right there." He didn't add,

just waiting for my hard-on to subside.

He smiled at her. "Just finishing up an email," he added.

"Okay," she told him. Was she looking at him oddly? Was he acting weird? He made a few taps on his keyboard then looked at her.

"I'll be right there," he told her. She nodded and left his office. Louis paused, carefully thinking about... what? Baseball scores? Vintage sitcoms? Jesus. Anything but... there, things were softening up. He pushed his chair back. Everything was back to its normal size.

When he got to the conference room, Fiona and Willa were already deep in conversation. He took a seat and opened his laptop.

But in less than a minute, his mind had wandered. The discussion was focused on the usual trivia - hadn't they gone over exactly the same points last time? Fiona was frowning at Willa. Louis glanced at the time on his laptop. Another fifty minutes of this. He tried to dial himself in.

But somehow, he kept finding himself watching Willa. He'd noticed her before but today... shit, today everything felt different, thermostat turned way up high. The skin of her face was so smooth. Her glasses were trendy and, he had to admit, cute - they added a bit of structure to the smoothness. It popped into Louis's mind without warning, an image of Willa wearing the short red robe, the one Maria had been wearing that night in Vegas. Leaning back on the bed...

Jesus.

What was he doing, fantasizing about his product manager at a staff meeting? In a minute he would have an erection and in two minutes he'd be explaining things to HR.

He snuck another glance at Willa. Her lips were set in a line and she was looking back at Fiona. Louis's eyes slid down her face, her mouth, the delicate curve of her neck. There was an arabesque of ink on the side of her neck that disappeared under her collar. Louis wondered, not for the first time, what it looked like below, past where he could see it.

"What do you think, Louis?" Fiona's voice, quick and impatient. Had she seen him ogling Willa?

Christ, what was wrong with him today?

He cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I wasn't... um."

Fiona looked at him coldly. He felt his face starting to get hot.

"Sorry," he said again. "Could you..."

Fiona's voice was icy. She explained the issue. Louis could see Willa out of the corner of his eye, watching him. Louis had no idea, this wasn't the kind of thing he knew anything about. Why were they even asking him? He hesitated. He saw Fiona dart a glance at Willa. That was it, he was the tie-breaker.

"Um," he began. Clearly agreeing with Fiona would be more politically helpful, she was the boss after all. But knowing that didn't help since he had no idea who was on which side. He chose at random and expressed an opinion.

He could tell immediately that he had guessed wrong. Fiona's eyes narrowed and she glanced at Willa.

"I see," she said. "Well, I guess I need to trust my team's expertise on this." She gave them a wintry smile. "Was there anything else you wanted to discuss?"

Huh? Was it over? They were breaking twenty-five minutes early, that never happened. Fiona must be good and steamed.

Louis paused to let the women leave ahead of him. Fiona stalked off but Willa lingered in the doorway.

"Thanks," she said.

Louis looked at her.

"For speaking up for me," she said. She smiled.

"Oh," Louis mumbled. "You had the right idea." He paused. "Fiona's not happy with us," he ventured.

Willa's lips twitched. "She'll get over it," she said.

"Yeah," Louis agreed.

Hopefully,

he thought.

She turned and walked away, her heels clicking on the tile floor. Louis let his breath out in a

whoosh.

*****

The house was dark when Louis got home. He stood in the hallway listening, then headed upstairs. The bedroom door was closed and he could see a dim light underneath it. He tried the doorknob but it was locked. He paused, then tapped on it with his knuckles.

"Who is it?" Maria's voice.

He paused again. "It's Louis," he said.

The door opened. Maria was standing there in her sheer red robe. A silhouette of her body was visible in the light cast by a pair of candles on the dresser.

"Hello, Louis," she said. She opened her arms and then he was kissing her. His hands were all over her body, squeezing her and holding her, shoulders, back, hips, ass.

"Aren't you going to open it?" Maria whispered. She looked at him and his hands went to the sash of the robe. He tugged gently and the sash fell away, the robe opening up.

He pushed the cloth off her shoulders and bent forward. At the touch of his mouth on her shoulder and his hands on her breasts she shuddered and put her arms around his neck. His hands moved down and found the waistband of her panties, pushed them down over her ass. He heard the soft noise they made landing on the floor, then Maria was walking backward, pulling him with her towards the bed, lying back with her legs apart. The fragrance of her was intoxicating.

Louis knew what to do. He bent over and began. Maria reached back and grasped the pillow, thrusting her hips forward. "Yes," she murmured. "God, yes." Her legs snaked up around his head. "God," she said again. "Yes."

Louis gripped her ass with both hands and slid one thumb inside her. She was so moist, so ready. Immediately she arched her back, driving herself hard up against his face. Her hands came down and found his head, her fingers twisting in his hair.

"Oh Warren," she moaned.

Louis's head snapped back and he looked up at her.

"No!" Maria cried. "Don't stop!" Her hips rose from the bed, searching for him. Her hands tugged on his hair, pulling him back down.

Louis's jaw was getting tired. He massaged it briefly then lowered his face again. Maria sighed and cooed happily.

"So good," she murmured. Louis slid his fingers inside her again and her hips moved. "Jesus," she said. "Yes, keep doing that. Mmm."

Louis kept doing it. He could feel her getting close, her hips and her breathing moving together towards her climax. There was a moment of suspense, then her hips rose off the bed.

"Oh my God," she cried. "Oh, oh, oh..." Her legs squeezed his head and her hands thumped on the bed. "Oh..." It was a protracted moan that ended in a shriek.

She pushed gently on his head and he rocked back to look at her. She smiled at him. "Oh my," she said softly. "That was mighty fine."

Louis smiled back. "We aim to please," he said.

"Mmm," she said. "Well, you do indeed please. Come lie down and I'll see what can be done for you."

He paused. "Should I undress first?" he asked.

"I'll attend to that," she told him. She scooted over and tapped the bed next to her. He kicked off his shoes and lay down. She gazed at him, then kissed him and started unbuttoning his shirt.

Louis lay back and closed his eyes. Maria's hands moved deftly, undoing buttons and stroking his skin as she exposed it, planting occasional small kisses as she went. Louis ran his fingers through her hair and onto her shoulders. When the last button was undone she looked up at him and pulled his shirt out of his pants.

"You should sit up and take it all the way off," she said softly.

Louis obeyed, sitting up so Maria could push the sleeves down and off. She kissed his shoulders and lifted one of his hands to her mouth, then gently pushed him back down to lie on the bed. She crouched over him and unbuckled his belt. He heard the pop of the button and the zip of the fly and then she was holding him, circling him with her hand.

"God," he said through tight teeth.

Maria laughed softly. "Lift your hips," she commanded and when he did, she dragged his pants off and dropped them on the floor. She lifted each foot and pulled off the socks, then she was back on the bed, her mouth around his cock, and Louis was pressing up into her, his hands in her hair. If he could have reached her breasts it would have been perfect but it was pretty damn good. Amazing in fact. He heard the slurp of her mouth and felt her hands stroking and cupping, the occasional squeeze that made his butt contract.

"Maria," he said.

"Mmm?"

"You said it again just now."

She took her mouth away but kept stroking him, her hand slippery with saliva and pre-come. "Said what?" she asked.

Louis's throat was tight. "His name," he said. "Warren."

"Mmm," Maria said. She leaned down and took the tip of him in her mouth, swirled her tongue.

"Were you thinking about him? While we were..." Louis trailed off.

Maria released him from her mouth and glanced up. She swept back her hair with one hand, still holding onto him with the other. She flashed him a mischievous smile, her eyes shining in the candlelight. "Oh yes," she said. "Weren't you?"

Louis stared at her. "What do you mean?" he demanded.

"Not about him exactly," Maria said. "But about Vegas. Me in my robe in my hotel room." She paused. "Waiting for him." She leaned down and gave him a lick.

Louis didn't answer at first.

"It's really hot, isn't it?" she asked.

"Jesus," Louis said.

"Isn't it?" she insisted. She crouched on her knees looking at him. One hand moved slowly up his cock. "Me lying there with him between my legs. That turns you on, doesn't it?"

"I need to be inside you," Louis said.

"Not until you tell me," Maria said. She squeezed him lightly. "Even if you don't want to say it," she said. "The, uh, physical evidence shows that I'm right."

Louis gazed at her. "Maria," he said. "What are you doing?"

She glanced at him. "Giving you a blow job," she said. She giggled. "And a hand job," she added.

"No..." Louis said. "I mean..."

"I know what you mean," Maria said. She gave him another mischievous smile. "I'm just having some fun. Thinking about things. Things that we both like to think about." Her hand moved up and down his shaft, squeezed him.

"Fuck me," he said in a voice that was almost a croak.

She bent down and took him in her mouth again, swirled her tongue, then stood up. Louis moaned.

"I have an idea," Maria said. She went over to her dresser and slid out the top drawer. "Close your eyes," she told him.

Louis looked at her. "Maria..." he began.

"Come on," she said. "It'll be fun."

He closed his eyes and settled back. She padded back to him and got on the bed, crawled across to him.

"Maria," he said again. Then he felt it, the cloth on his face.

"Your turn to wear the blindfold," she whispered. Her hands went behind his head and the laces tightened. "Is that okay?" she asked. "Not too tight?"

"No," he said. "It's fine." He paused. "It feels weird," he told her. "Not being able to see you." He felt her mouth against his, then her body warm on top of his. "Jesus," he said. "Maria..."

Her legs opened and closed around one of his thighs and he felt her mouth against his ear. "Imagine it," she told him. "You know you want to."

"What?" he asked.

"You're in the dark," she said. "You can feel my body against yours but you can't see me." Her hand found his cock again, slid slowly up and down.

"God," he said. His hands gripped her ass, holding the cheeks apart, his finger pushing against her asshole.

"Mmm," she said. She wiggled her hips. "Nice."

Her hand squeezed him and her mouth found his again. Her tongue slipped between his lips, heavy and insistent. And still her hand moved up and down his cock, milking drops of pre-come, using them as lube.

Her legs opened again and this time she straddled him, pressing her pussy against his cock. "I'm so wet," she whispered.

"Yes," he said.

"Can you imagine it?" she said again. "In the dark, my body on yours?" She kissed him again, forcefully. "But then you realize..."

"What?"

"He's fucking me too." She leaned to one side and then slid something into his hand. Something long and hard. "Rub it against me," she whispered. "Touch me with it."

His hands moved, one hand gripping the dildo, the other reaching between her legs, guiding it towards her pussy. She pushed back, moving her hips. The rod slid around her entrance, touching her clit and she groaned. He slid the dildo partway into her.

"Imagine it," she whispered. "I'm on top of you, you can feel my body on top of you, but you can't see me. And his cock is inside me, he's fucking me. Oh....." Her hand was squeezing his cock, her breasts were crushed against him. "Fuck me," she urged him. "Move it. Oh God, please..." Her other hand took his, guided him, moving the dildo. "He's fucking me," she cried. "It's so good!" She whinnied. "Oh my God, Warren, fuck me! Push it harder, God..." She grabbed the dildo and slid it farther inside her. Her body tensed. "Fucking... oh God." Suddenly she pulled out the dildo and sank down on top of Louis. Eagerly he pushed up, his cock seeking her. His hands gripped her thighs and moved her and then he was inside her, and his hips rose off the bed.

"Oh Jesus," he groaned. "Fuck me."

"Yes," she whispered. "Yes."

He rolled over on top of her, yanked off the blindfold and stared down at her. "You fucked him," he growled.

Her legs rose around his ass. "Fuck me," she urged.

HIs hips were moving now, thudding up and down on top of her. "Maria," he croaked. "I'm coming."

"Yes," she said. "Yes, come!" He buried his face on her shoulder and exploded inside her.

*****

"He's in town, you know," Maria said. She paused. "Warren, I mean."

Louis was lying on his side, facing away from her. He didn't say anything at first, waiting for her to continue. He knew she wanted to. "Oh yeah?" he asked eventually.

"I'm..." She paused again. "He's supposed to leave tomorrow night, go back to Chicago."

Again Louis waited for more. "Supposed to?" he asked.

"Yeah," she answered. "Thing is..." She hesitated. "He emailed me. He's thinking of staying over the weekend."

Louis didn't answer.

"Louis?"

Another pause. "What?" he asked.

She didn't say anything. Her hand came up and rested on his shoulder. "I'm..." she began, then stopped.

Louis rolled over and looked at her. "Let me guess," he said heavily.

She reached over and touched his face. "Please don't be mad," she said softly.

"What's the plan?" he asked. "Three day fuck fest?"

Maria bit her lip.

"You know," he said, his voice tight. "I'm not as dim as you think I am. You got together with him when he was in town before, didn't you?"

Maria looked at him, then nodded slowly.

"So..." Louis shook his head. "You in love with him?" he asked.

"No!" Maria cried.

"You just like fucking him," Louis said.

Maria looked away. "I guess so," she admitted.

"You know," Louis said. "You keep saying how this is fun for both of us but I'm not seeing it right now. I mean, be real, you're going off to have what I'm guessing is some superlative sex this weekend and I'm... not."

She glanced over at him. "You looking for a hall pass?"

"No," Louis said. He had a sudden vision of Willa the way he'd imagined her when he was sitting across from her at the staff meeting, his hands on her shoulders, pushing the red fabric off her body, his lips straining against hers. He blinked. "Not really," he said.

She studied him. "I mean it would be understandable if you did," she observed. "Only..."

"You wouldn't get off on it," he said.

He caught the flash of her smile in the dim light. "Nope," she said.

He closed his eyes. "What can I say?" he muttered.

"You could say no," she said. "If you don't want me to."

His eyes flicked open. "What would that do?" he demanded. "You just admitted that Vegas wasn't the whole story, that you snuck off to meet him, that..."

"I know," she said immediately. "I'm really sorry about that. I... that was a mistake, a huge mistake." She paused. "I won't do that again."

"Won't do what?"

"Lie to you."

He made a little snorting noise. "Really?" he asked. "So if I said, no, don't go with him, don't fuck him, what would you do?"

Maria didn't answer.

He gave a heavy sigh. "Ah fuck," he said. "Do whatever you're going to do." He closed his eyes again.

"It's so complicated," Maria said sadly.

"What is?" he asked. "Wanting to have a husband and a lover?"

"Louis." she said. "I get that you're... jealous."

He didn't say anything.

"I think if you were just jealous, just wanted me not to... go with Warren, it would be less complicated."

His eyes opened and he looked over at her.

"But I don't think that's true." She paused. "I mean... me seeing him makes us... I'm not imagining it, right? It's super amazing when we think about it."

"When we fuck, you mean?"

"Well, yeah," she said. "Isn't it?"

He didn't answer at first, then his mouth twisted. "What about the rest of the time?" he asked. "When we're not fucking?"

"I think," Maria said. "That even when we're just thinking about it, it's... well, hot. Or am I wrong?"

Louis paused. "Maybe," he admitted.

She reached out and touched his shoulder. "I don't want to fuck everything up," she said softly.

He gave her a thin smile. "I know," he said.

"But..." She stopped.

"But?"

"I don't know," she said. "Oh Louis."

He reached out and put an arm on her shoulder.

"Would you be miserable?" she asked. "If I..." She paused. "You know."

Louis sighed. "Miserable?" he asked.

"I mean, I'd come back to you, I'd be with you," she said. "And we'd.... I think it could be great, you know."

Louis lay silently for a time, listening to her breathing.

"I don't know," he said finally.

She waited.

"I just don't," he said. He shook his head. "You know?"

She leaned over and kissed him. "I love you," she told him.

He nodded. "Yeah," he said. "You too."

There was a long pause.

"Let's try to get some sleep," she said softly.

He sighed again. "Yeah," he said.

She moved closer to him, put an arm across his chest, her body against his. He inhaled slowly, feeling once again her scent, her warmth against him. "Good night," she whispered.

He looked at her. He couldn't really see her face in the darkness. "Good night," he echoed.