Of course all characters are over 18.
This is the continuation of a story about a wife that loves her husband but wants more. If you don't like stories about extramarital sex then I suggest you don't read this. All sex in this story line is consensual, all three parties are aware of one another. I know this means nothing to the haters but fair warning. I hope you enjoy.
Ryan watched as Shelby slowly strode down the hallway and tugged open the door to her office.
He slipped out the front doors of the building his mind still reeling from what had just happened. He flexed his hands, still feeling the give of her firm flesh in his grip, and he got the faintest whiff of girl smell from his own heated skin.
He had loved what happened with Shelby, but now he had to think through her offer. It would be hard to decide what he wanted from the situation and what she would actually be able to give.
She sighed, satisfied with herself and her afternoon's endeavors. She dropped the small package she had received from Ryan on her desk and then grabbed her phone and purse and turned out the lights.
She left the suite, locking the door behind her. She swung her purse over her shoulder and hurried toward the double doors at the end of the hallway.
When Shelby stepped outside the weather was perfect, there were a few small stars flickering in the furthest reaches of the darkened sky and the barest hint of the sunset still glowed nearer to her. She felt a soft warm breeze lift her hair off the back of her neck.
The gentle gust wound around her bare legs, teasing up her skirt and blowing over her soaking panties. She walked quickly toward her car, hoping to get home while she was still had some of Ryan's cum inside her.
Shelby sent a quick text to Adam, "On my way home. Mission accomplished. Desperate for you. I <3 you."
She started driving, admiring the change of colors in the evening sky reflected in her rearview mirror. As she looked, she caught a glimpse of herself from the corner of her eye. Her lips were swollen from hard kisses and she was still flushed and glowing with arousal.
She smiled to herself as she drove, quietly singing along with the radio. Before she knew it, she was pulling into her driveway.
Shelby parked next to her husband's car in front of their house. She slid easily out of the driver's seat and stood smoothing her skirt for a moment.
She had been almost painfully excited to get home but now she felt like she was dragging her feet a little, possibly putting off the inevitable. She closed and locked the car and slowly walked to the front of the house.
She opened the door and was a little bit surprised not to see Adam waiting for her. She dropped her purse and her keys on the little side table next to the door.
With a huge lump in her throat and a slightly sick feeling in her stomach Shelby slowly ventured further into their dusky house. She was greeted by silence and all the lights were off.
Was her husband mad at her?
He'd sworn that nothing could change their marriage, but now that the deed was done did he feel differently?
Shelby's good feelings had quickly evaporated and now she wanted to take everything back. She would die if Adam was regretting their decision now.
She timidly called out, "Honey? I'm home! Are you here?"
She felt ridiculous, his car was in the driveway and he knew she was on her way back home, he had to be here. She bit her bottom lip, sure he was avoiding her.
She slowly searched the house, one glance in the livingroom showed he wasn't there. She looked into the kitchen and dinning room which were both obviously empty. Shelby started to turn around and head upstairs to the bedroom but then she noticed the sliding glass door was open.
She walked to the gaping doorway and scanned the yard. She found her husband laying on a chaise enjoying the last of the late summer sun.
He had his eyes closed and his iPod was on. He looked sexy and relaxed in his favorite worn-in jeans, a soft tee-shirt and bare feet.
Shelby walked to his side and stared down at her husband. She looked at his relaxed face for a moment before she reached out to rouse him and let him know she'd arrived. Suddenly, the hand that had been resting on his bent knee shot out and grabbed her wrist.
Shelby gasped as Adam's eyes locked on hers and he smiled.
"Gotcha, naughty girl! What are you doing spying on me?"
He laughed at her shocked expression.
She twisted her wrist from his grip and teasingly tried to swat at his hand, giggling with relief. He wasn't mad at her, he was just relaxing, waiting for her to come home to him.
His eyes traveled over her, hungrily taking in every little detail. She looked slightly worse for wear. Her clothes were wrinkled and her make-up wasn't it's usual perfection. She was rumpled but happy looking. He stood before her and softly pulled her to him.
They sighed together as they embraced. Shelby's arousal was still simmering under her seemingly calm exterior and feeling her husband's familiar form pressed against her was getting her all hot and bothered.
Adam slid his fingers into his wife's tangled hair, holding her tightly against his chest.
He gently kissed the top of her head before Shelby tilted her face up toward his. They locked eyes, then he softly pressed his lips to hers. He loved the way she sighed when they kissed as if she had been waiting for nothing more than that connection between them.
Her usually full lips were still swollen from another man's kisses and he noticed that she smelled different than what he was used to as well. A masculine smell different from his soap or cologne was clinging to her.
At first it was a little disconcerting and made him feel like he was making out with a stranger, a sexy stranger. It made him concerned the experience might have changed her. It was a risk he knew they had taken.
He was confident that she would still love him afterward, but he didn't know how she was going to behave when they were together again. After a few moments with her in his arms he knew everything between them was alright.
Her feelings for Ryan might have changed but her response to Adam was the same if not stronger.
Adam felt his wife's hands sliding over his back pulling them closer together. He loved the way she clung to him, the way she'd wrap herself around him and try to meld them into one, even when they were doing no more than kissing.
Nothing made him feel better than the way she wanted him. It seemed like she could never get close enough. Her tongue slid over his and she moaned into his mouth. Her hips bucked forward while she rubbed herself all over him.
She broke the kiss and said in a throaty voice, "Please Adam. Take me to bed. I want you. So badly."
Adam smiled down at her and said, "What? My horny little wife wasn't satisfied?"
Shelby had the decency to look at least a little bit embarrassed.
"I liked it, but I want you. I'm so hot for you."
Adam wanted to tease her and maybe punish her a little bit for her indiscretion.
They had made the decision together that she could fuck this other guy but Adam was still a man. The deepest primal part of him still felt possessive, like a caveman.
She was his mate. She belonged to him.
As hot as he thought she was, he wanted her to suffer a little bit for fucking someone else.
Shelby looked at Adam and begged, "Please. I want you inside me."
He wanted to resist her pleas but when she looked up at him with those big, liquid eyes he found his dick couldn't deny her the pleasure she asked for.
"Come on you slutty little minx," he said, laughing.
He bent down and threw her over his shoulder carrying her into the house and upstairs to their bedroom.
His cock was rapidly hardening and he could feel it straining against the rough fabric of his jeans. He couldn't wait to get naked and inside his wife.
He set her on her feet and sat on the side of the bed. She wasn't 100% certain why he hadn't just tossed her on the bed to ravish her and she took a step toward him. He held up his hand and she obediently stopped.
"Wait. I want to look at you."
He stared seriously at her. She waited before him so he could take her in.
"Tell me what you've been doing my lovely little slut."
Shelby felt her face burning and she dropped her gaze too embarrassed now to look her husband in the eye.
His words would normally offend her but said in such a loving manner they made her lower body tingle instead. She nervously twisted her rings while she tried to work up the courage to speak.
She knew he wasn't going to be mad at her but actually admitting what had happened, owning up to what she'd done and having to say the words out loud to him made her cringe.
Dirty talk was never something she could easily do unless it was a heat of the moment type thing and even then it was hardly more than PG-13 rated. She might let lose and say, "Fuck me!" but that was about the extent of her ability to nasty talk. Blatantly telling her husband about her experience was a new level of awkwardness.
"I-I fucked him," she practically whispered, still not looking at Adam.
"Look me in the eye and say it again,
hon."
She took a deep breath and said louder, "I fucked him."
Adam reached out and tilted her chin up, forcing her to lock eyes with her husband.
"Again," he demanded.
"I fucked him," she said, in a clear confident tone.
She felt good and excited and terribly guilty saying it. She could feel a dull throbbing ache between her thighs.
"Good!" he said. "How was it?"
Shelby took another deep breath trying to calm herself. She started to tilt her head back down, but Adam lifted her chin again.
"It was different," she answered, neutrally.
She shifted her eyes away from his as she said it.
"Honestly. How was it?" he asked.
She bit her bottom lip as she thought back to all that had happened in the last few hours.
Her eyes looked into his again. Her pupils were big, dark, deep pools.
"It was really good," she choked out, "I want to do it again. With you there this time."
