In Your Dreams Ch 05

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

It was dark by the time Louis left work. It had been a struggle all day, trying to stay at least somewhat focused on what was notionally his job.

Do whatever you're going to do,

he'd told her. Well, what was she going to do?

Neither one of them had broached the subject at breakfast but it had definitely been there, humming ominously in the background. Their eyes had kept meeting, but then sliding uneasily away.

She'd gotten up from the table first and gone off to brush her teeth. During her goodbye kiss her lips had lingered on his for a little longer than usual and her fingers had glided softly across his cheek.

"Have a good day," she had said and he had nodded and smiled. And then the front door had banged shut and he'd sat staring at his coffee cup.

Now it was evening and he was back in his car, in a dark corner of the parking lot. He pulled out his phone and checked the time, then sighed.

He opened his messages and scrolled up. There it was, the sexy photo that had kind of started things off, the night she'd told him about how her erotic dreams were really about this real guy, this Warren He gazed at the picture, the red robe open to show her naked body. Such a sexy woman. He bit his lip then scrolled back down to the bottom and started to type.

hey

, he wrote.

There was a pause, then her reply.

hey. b-ball tonight?

What? Oh yeah, it was Thursday, basketball night. Did it make sense to go? A few hours of shouting and sweating might take his mind off things. Things... his mouth twisted.

i dunno,

he wrote.

maybe.

Then added,

can we chat?

sure

Then he added

how about on video?

There was a pause.

sure,

she wrote.

but give me a sec i'll call you

Footsteps echoed in the parking lot. Louis glanced around then slid down on his seat so his head wouldn't show anymore than it needed to. His phone vibrated. He tapped the button.

Maria was sitting at her vanity, doing her eye makeup. She glanced over at him and blew a kiss. He stared at her. She was wearing a dress he'd never seen before, bright red with narrow straps. A thin gold chain hung around her neck.

"Hi," he said softly.

She smiled at him. "Hello," she said, then went back to her mirror.

He swallowed. "Going out?" he asked lightly.

She didn't look at him. "Uh huh," she said. She picked up a lipstick and started applying it.

Louis sat and watched her. He'd done it hundreds of times, watched her make up her face for when they went out. But this, of course, was different.

"How are you doing?" she asked him.

"Oh," he said. "I don't know." He tried to laugh. "Just... I don't know." He paused. "How about you?"

"Honestly?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said. "Of course." Did he really want to know?

"I'm pretty keyed up," she said. "In fact..." She paused. "Really excited," she added. She paused again. "Excited," she repeated.

"Ah," Louis said.

She was watching him now, the hand holding the lipstick motionless. "I can't remember when I've ever been this turned on," she said softly.

Louis swallowed. His throat felt dry.

"Is that okay?" she asked. "To tell you that?"

He nodded slowly. "Is it true?" he asked.

She laughed softly. "God yes," she said. "I've been thinking about it all day..." She closed her eyes then opened them. They were shining. "It's like being in high school, thinking about, oh my God. Sex, sex, sex. You know?"

"Yeah," he said faintly.

"I almost went out to the women's room or my car or something, just so I could get myself off. I thought of calling you for a quick phone sex, but..."

"But what?" he asked.

"I didn't want to kill the feeling," she said. "If I came, I might... I don't know. Lose it. I didn't want to take the chance." She smiled. "You know?"

He stared at her. "You still feeling like that now?" he asked. His throat was dry.

"Even more so," she said. "I'm tingling all over. Can't wait for the feel of him." She hesitated. "His hands on me. His lips." Another pause. Then she said it. "His cock."

Louis closed his eyes. He was feeling dizzy.

"Too much detail?" she asked.

"Maybe," he agreed.

"But it turns you on," she observed.

"Maybe," he repeated.

"You know it does," she insisted. "Doesn't it give you a killer hard-on, listening to me talk about how turned on I am?"

He didn't answer. He didn't need to.

"Listen," she said. "I'm really looking forward to coming home to you. It's going to be great, you'll see."

He nodded slowly. "When will that be?" he asked. His voice was a croak.

She looked away, back at her reflection in the mirror. "I'm not sure," she said. She touched the lipstick to her lips again.

He paused. "Yeah," he said finally.

"It's going to be great," she told him. "When I do get home."

He nodded. "I know," he said. There was a long pause.

Maria looked at him. "You should go play basketball," she said.

"Oh." He paused. "You think?"

"Yeah," she said. "It would be good for you."

He nodded slowly. "Yeah," he said. "Maybe I will."

She glanced at her wrist then put down her lipstick and looked at him. "I need to go," she said softly.

He swallowed again. "Yeah," he said. He paused. "Um... have a good time," he said.

"Thank you," she told him. She paused. "Really," she added. "Thank you."

"No worries," he said in that voice that didn't sound like his. He forced a smile. "You're welcome."

She smiled and her hand reached out towards him. Then the window went black and she was gone.

Louis sat in the dark car. For the first time he noticed that the windows were fogged up and he wondered what people who walked by would think was going on inside. He gave a sharp laugh then cracked a window an inch.

His phone buzzed. An incoming text. At first he thought it was a picture but then he realized it was a video. There was no sound, it was a silent video.

Maria was sitting up, kneeling on a bed, facing away from the camera, wearing the red robe. She turned her head and looked at the camera, then nodded. She lifted her hands up to her shoulders and the robe slid off.

Louis caught his breath. Why did it feel so sexy, this sudden display of her back? But it did, the ridge of her spine, the promontories of her shoulder blades, then the indentations at the small of her back and the mounds where her ass began. He stared at her. He ached to run his hands across her shoulders and down her back, feeling the smoothness of her skin, to move forward and grip her waist and rub his cock between the globes of her ass. To hear her gasp as he slid his hand between her legs and then, finally, his cock into her cunt.

She smiled sidelong at the camera then shook her head and looked away. Then she turned back, her mouth open in a silent laugh. She rotated slightly so that one of her breasts appeared in profile, then reached up and touched her nipple with her fingers. Her lips parted and her eyes closed.

A hand, a man's hand, appeared and lowered onto her shoulder. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at the unseen face. The hand moved slowly down to her breast, covered her hand and held it, then moved it and started to caress her directly. Her eyes closed again and she sank down forward, out of sight.

The video ended.

Louis's mouth was dry. He touched the screen and the video started again.

His phone buzzed again and a text showed up on the screen.

hey, you like watching her?

Louis's mouth fell open. What the fuck... holy shit. The video wasn't from Maria. It was from a number he didn't recognize.

this is warren. obv unless maria is fucking around with multiple guys lol

How did Warren get his number? And he knew that Louis knew that he and Maria...

she's really hot, your a lucky guy. of course so am i lol

Fuck. He wanted to turn off his phone, stop reading the messages. But he didn't.

she's gonna be here soon, man i'm so hard thinking about it. can't wait to... well you know...

FUCK her

hahaha

oh man she's got a sweet pussy. and her mouth jesus those blow jobs. you know right?

There was a pause. Louis could see the three dots that meant Warren was typing.

so i was thinking your probably all alone tonight unless you have something on the side too of course. anyway here's what i'll do for you. once maria gets here, ill dial your phone and put you on speaker. that way you can hear us fucking.

don't tell maria ok? she'd prolly think it was perverted or something lol

i'd like to stream some video for you but that'll have to wait till i have her at my place in chicago, it's all wired up for that, hidden cameras and shit

oh and mute yourself. we don't wanna hear your heavy breathing while you jack off. might distract us from what we're doing haha

Louis put the phone down on the seat next to him. Jesus. This guy was a real freak. Then he gave himself a crooked smile. Takes one to know one.

What was he going to do? But his hands were ahead of his brain, getting out his bluetooth earphones and turning them on. He couldn't do this, eavesdrop on Maria having sex. It would be... sick? perverted? She would hate it. She'd be super-pissed.

If she found out.

Earphones in ears. He stared at the phone. The video had finished. He tapped the screen and it started again. The robe slid down. Maria's body, her shoulders, her back. If she was just a little higher he could have seen all of her ass. Turning, bringing her breast into view. Her hand coming up...

His phone rang. He jumped. It was the same number, Warren's number. He snatched the phone, tapped on the button to answer, then almost said "hello" but stopped himself in time. He tapped on the Mute button. He was breathing hard. God.

He strained his ears but there was nothing particular to hear, a faint rumble of voices, the muffled thud of a door closing. Then, suddenly, a laugh and not just any laugh. Maria's laugh. He swallowed. Then her voice, coming from another room but not far away.

"You could at least look at me," she was saying, still laughing. "I got all dolled up and this is a new dress. And you just want to drag me into the bedroom and take it off me."

Then a man's voice. Warren's voice, presumably. "I love the dress," he said. "It's gorgeous. But yeah, I'm dying to get you out of it."

"You might offer me a glass of wine," Maria said.

"She thinks I'm a waiter," he complained. "Red or white?"

"Chardonnay," she said. "If you have it." She laughed again. "If you get me my wine, we can take it into the bedroom."

"I can do that," Warren said.

"I had a dream," Maria said, in a faraway voice. "Right before we went to Vegas. Where I ordered a glass of chardonnay in a bar then realized I was naked and had no money."

"Sounds like a great dream," Warren said. "Was I in it?"

"Mmm," Maria said. "Yes, actually you were."

"What did I do?"

"You paid for my wine," she told him.

"I'm a nice guy," Warren said. "Everyone says so."

"Then you dragged me to a booth and we fucked."

Warren laughed. "This was even before we went to Vegas?" he asked.

"Yes," Maria said demurely.

"So even then..."

"I might have had a little crush on you," Maria admitted. "Cone on, get me my wine and I'll show you what the rest of my dream was like."

"Go into the bedroom and get ready," Warren said. "I'll bring it to you."

Louis heard footsteps then a pause and a couple of metallic plinks, probably Maria's earrings and neck chain being set down on a dresser. Then, suddenly near at hand, Maria's breathing and the creak of springs as she sat on the bed. A pair of soft thumps, her shoes landing on the floor.

"Are you making the wine?" she called out. "Or just pouring it?"

Louis couldn't hear Warren's reply. He stared down at his hands in the dim light from the parking lot. She was there, at the other end of the phone. Taking off her jewelry and her shoes... getting ready. He swallowed.

If he just tapped the button to unmute himself he could talk to her. What would he say? Don't do it? The guy's an asshole? Come home?

Would any of it matter even if he said it?

"Here we go," Warren's voice said. "Sorry it took so long, cork was stubborn."

The bed creaked again and Louis heard the sound of a kiss. Jesus, did he want to listen to this?

"Mmm," Maria said. "Thank you." Another kiss. "Very nice."

"The wine?" Warren asked. "Or the kisses?"

"The wine is good," she said. "Maybe... I'm not sure about the kisses, maybe you should give me another one so I can really tell."

"Ha."

Then a longer kiss and more bedspring sounds. Then Maria breathing hard.

"Oh my," she said. "Yes, the kisses are definitely as good as the wine. Maybe even better."

"Maybe?"

"How about one more just to be certain?" she asked. "But my dress is getting rumpled."

Another long kiss.

"You should hang it up," Warren said.

"You mean take it off?"

"Yes," he said. Another kiss.

"Here," she said. "I'm going to stand up." The bed creaked. "You want to unzip me?"

More creakings as Warren presumably moved across the bed, then another kiss.

"That's not my zipper."

"Getting there," Warren's voice, muffled against her. Then the sound of a zipper. "God," Warren said.

"Sit tight," she told him. "I need to hang it up." A door opened and there was a jangling of hangers. "There," she said. "All set."

"Come back here," Warren said. "Jesus... I think you like making me wait."

"It is kind of fun," she said. "Teasing you. Are you getting hard yet?"

"Getting? I've been hard since you knocked on the door! Since you texted you were on your way over!"

"Mmm," she said. "It's nice to be appreciated. Scoot back, I'm cold, I want to get under the covers."

"Take off the rest," he urged. "I want to see you."

"You haven't taken anything off," she objected.

"I will. Just get naked and get into bed. I'll... I'll make it worth your while."

"I'll get into bed," she said. "You can finish undressing me there, I like the feel of your hands."

More bed creaks. Clothes rustling.

"I guess you are hard," Maria said.

"In a minute you'll find out just how hard."

"Mmm... can't wait." A giggle.

"How can I get into bed if you're holding onto my cock?"

"Don't you like it? Don't you like it when I..."

"Jesus!"

"Mmm..."

"Move over, woman! It's time for your fucking."

"But I'm still not naked. How can you fuck me when I've got..."

The bed creaked.

"Oh I see." Maria's voice, laughing.

A kiss.

"But I thought you were going to take them off me," Maria said.

"Don't you like my hands in your panties?"

"Yes..." Her voice was fainter. "Touch me..."

"I wanted to do this on the flight to Vegas. Reach under your skirt and touch you."

"Oh..."

A kiss. "What would you have done?"

Maria giggled. "Probably melted."

"I had a crush on you too, you know."

"Did you now?"

"I should have done it, put my hand on your thigh in the airplane."

"Yeah..."

"Would you have liked that?"

"Liked doesn't begin to cover it."

"And slid it up slowly? Applying a little pressure. Like this."

"Warren..."

"Is it nice?"

"So nice... God..."

"If I'd done that... I feel like we wasted a lot of time in Vegas when we could have been... together."

"Yeah..."

"That night on the roof of the hotel... I thought for sure we..."

"I wanted to! So much!"

"If we'd started on the plane..."

"Don't stop..."

"You like it, huh? Imagine me doing this next to you on the plane... sliding my hand up your thigh."

"Yes..."

"You'd be waiting for me to slide a finger into your panties. Like this."

"God..."

"Does Louis touch you like this?"

"Yes..."

"But not as well as I do."

"Oh..."

"Say it!"

"Don't stop! Warren..."

"Say it! Say it's better than when Louis touches you."

"God yes, it's so good. It's better, it's... don't stop..."

"My hands on your body... your pussy..."

"Please..."

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me..."

"You want my cock in your hot little pussy?"

"Yes..."

"Well, let's finish what we started and get you naked. Here, lift your ass up so I can slide them... there. No more panties in the way. Can you... your bra?"

"Just a sec. I'll take it off. There."

"Man, I love your tits." A kiss. "Mmm... oh Maria, your body against mine, so perfect..."

"I know... it's the best."

A long silence. Louis strained his ears again, but could only hear breathing and occasional bed creaks.

"Where's the condom?" Maria's voice, tense with anticipation.

"Under the pillow Here, you do it."

Plastic ripping, the bed creaking again.

"Maria, I wish we could do it..."

"Without the condom?"

"Yeah."

A long pause, then a kiss.

"Not yet," Maria said. A pause. "That okay?"

"Yes," he said. "Of course." A pause. "Lie back... yes. Oh... Jesus..."

"Yes..."

More kissing. The bed creaks changed to something more regular and rhythmic. Louis stared out at the dark parking lot, imagining. He realized that his jaw was clenched tight and he forced it to relax.

Another kiss and a gasp but he couldn't tell from whom. How long would it go on for?

Warren growled out Maria's name, she made what could only be described as a cooing sound.

And still it went on. Louis gripped the front of his pants, rubbing himself through them. He imagined Maria, her arms and legs twisted around that other body, her eyes and mouth opening and closing as the waves of pleasure moved through her. He thought about fucking her last night with the dildo, her voice hoarse in his ear telling him how it would feel to have two men fucking her, her body sandwiched between them.

Please, he thought, but didn't actually know what he was pleading for.

A drawn-out sound from Maria, not quite a sigh and not quite a moan.

"Warren... Yes... God... Oh..." Then another gasp. "I'm... oh God... I'm coming..."

"Yes!" Warren bellowed.

Somebody tapped on the window of the car.

Jesus!

Louis jumped. In a desperate panic he tore out one earphone and hung up his phone, then looked at the window. There was a face looking in at him.

It was Willa.