Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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Author's Note: As this story was written as one ginormous story and is being chopped into semi-logical episodes as chapters, there's no summary to get you started... I'd read chapter one first.
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In the morning, Stephanie woke Thomas with a blowjob to completion before she got out of bed, thanked her friends for the insane, super secret weekend, and made her way home. When she got home she took the longest, hottest shower she could. Waves of regret would wash over her and she'd cry for how easily she cheated on her husband, but then feelings of accomplishment and a feeling she could bring some excitement to her own marriage would counterbalance those thoughts.
Her husband's early arrival would put those thoughts to rest as he literally called out to her before finding her in the shower. They were not strangers to showering together and so it was only natural for Will to join her in it. They would wash each other... he'd grab a boob or suck a nipple here and there but they didn't usually fuck in the shower, but something in Stephanie's body language gave Will the impulse to push his cock towards his beautiful wife's face when she was kneeling in front of him washing his feet and legs.
Stephanie looked up at him and opened her mouth she instinctively held her arms over her head expecting to be immobilizedโa way she had been facefucked several times over the weekend. Will was surprised by her gesture, but took the opportunity to say "Yeahhhhh suck me off, baby!" as he held her wrists against the wall of the shower. Will began really fucking his wife's face as she sat back against the wall of the shower, a rare foray into dominant sex for them... Stephanie's lust filled but submissive noises driving him ever onward.
Having been away from his wife for several nights, Will had less staying power than usual. That coupled with the intensity of the face-fucking he was giving his wife caused him to need to cum... and fast. He looked down at his beautiful wife and thought about pulling out and cumming on her tits like he would usually do. Something in him wanted to shoot off on her face like in porn, or just hold her down on his cock while he came in her mouth. In the end, he opted for a bit of both.
"Baby... I'm cumming... take it in your mouth!" Will exclaimed as he began shooting off inside her mouth. Stephanie whimpered and feigned protest as he began flooding her mouth with his cum, but she didn't move when he pulled out to cum on her face for the last few blasts of his orgasm. She didn't even wash it off immediately, instead looking up at him so that he could admire his cum on his wife's face as the water trickled down both of their bodies.
"Wow... someone missed me!" Stephanie said as she finally washed her face with facewash and a cloth.
"I uh... I hope that was... ok?" Her husband asked questioningly.
"Did you like doing it to me?" Stephanie asked, perhaps a bit more directly than they had ever discussed specific sexual acts before.
"I wouldn't be upset if it happened again next trip." Will said with a smile.
"Oooh... I hope that next trip is soon then." Stephanie replied with a smile.
Will couldn't get over how turned on Stephanie seemed to be by him really being a bit rough with her in the shower. Was she into that? They had never had sex that way before. He thought about trying something after dinner that night but didn't want to push his luck.
Stephanie wished he had taken her cues, but when he tried to enthusiastically, if not roughly try to remove her clothes, she said "no" and instead of continuing on, Will stopped. Stephanie went to bed frustrated that night, borderline angry that her husband didn't even try to pull her top off.
The following day, Will's coworker and college friend, Nick, was coming over for dinner. Stephanie thought it would be fun to "show off" for Will so she wore a sheer top over a bralette that she felt would be okay for an evening out after dark. Hell, she thought, women were wearing bralettes in public with no cover up at all these days.
Will really appreciated Stephanie's attire during the day, but when it came close to time for Nick to come over, he asked her, "Baby, don't you think that outfit is a bit much?"
Stephanie looked down and said, "IโI thought you liked it!"
Will didn't want to say that he didn't like it, but the fact was he didn't want her "flaunting it" too much in front of Nick.
"It's just a little... revealing isn't it?" Will asked her, adding, "Won't you be uncomfortable?"
"God, Will, if you're embarrassed of me..." Stephanie immediately replied angrily.
"No. No, it's not that..." Will said, trailing off.
"I just wanted to make a good impression for you, Will. I read guys do better at work when they have attractive wives... I just... wanted to support you." She said.
Will gave his wife a kiss and said, "He's gonna stare at you all night. You up for that?"
"Let him look. These beauties won't be this perfect forever you know!" she replied with a laugh.
"Well in that case maybe the bra is too much?" Will asked, obviously joking.
"I'll keep it on at least until dessert." Stephanie joked back.
Dinner went predictably well... the food was good, they went through two rounds of cocktails and a full bottle of wine, and when Will excused himself for quick ten minute phone call with his office in South Korea, Nick opened up with a bit too much honesty, saying, "My God Stephanie, but you're killing me tonight. You really look... I mean, I'm sorry if I've been staring... you know, down there?"
Stephanie thought for a moment before replying, saying, "Do you think I wore a top like this and didn't want you staring at my tits all night?"
"Holy fuck, you're hot. Will is the fucking king." Nick replied.
Will returned and saw that Stephanie's sheer blouse was open more than he remembered, allowing her cleavage to really spill out and the tops of her tits to be easily seen in the open or behind the sheer fabric, depending on how she sat. "Is it time for dessert?" He asked his wife in a semi-joking, semi-questioning fashion.
Stephanie turned the lights down fairly low and walked to the kitchen where she made everyone Chip Shots (hot coffee and more alcohol), and when she returned to serve the men their drinks and cake, both men drew a deep breath, but neither said anything while Stephanie placed the items in front of each of the men at the table.