Author Note:
This is the second part of a multi-part story. This story was inspired by a photo and its caption I posted on the internet. This story also contains a wife having sex with a man who is not her husband. If stories like this both you, I suggest you move on. Also, if you leave a nasty comment about how you don't like this kind of story I will delete it because you are a fool.
This is an original work by Zeb_Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author.
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Chapter 18
John sat outside the door his wife was behind. He could hear her scream her pleasure as Stephen DeCarlo fucked her. He had cum twice, without touching himself, just listening. John moaned softly as he climbed to his feet and staggered down to his and Denise's room. Inside, he stripped, walked into the shower and let the hot water beat down upon his head.
He was tired. He was excited. He had heard his wife getting fucked again, now he wanted to hear about it from her. He knew she was still angry with him for talking her into doing this, but from the way she had fucked him early that afternoon, he knew she was more turned on than he had ever seen her. Shaking his head, he washed, dried off and went to bed, making sure his alarm clock was on and set for six in the morning. He fell asleep the minute his head hit the pillow.
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Denise lay in bed listening to Stephen breath softly as he slept. He had ravaged her four times before he finally fell off her exhausted. Denise was so tired she couldn't even get up to wash up. She wasn't sleepy tired, just fucking tired. She had enjoyed every minute of her time with Stephen. More than she had let her husband know earlier that day. And when Stephen took her to the BDSM club of his, which had been very upsetting, she got so angry at him whenever she thought of what he had tried to do.
Well, come tomorrow morning she would be back to the old routine, having sex with her beloved husband. Damn, she was still angry with him too. Turned on like never before, but angry with him. She would fuck him until he couldn't get it up anymore. Then she would fuck him in the ass with a dildo. No, she wouldn't do that to him. She loved him way too much to hurt him physically or humiliate him that way. Now, hurting him emotionally was another matter altogether.
Although she thought she had that covered in two weeks. And if Stephen brought his wife next time like he said he would, she would be right back in here with him and her getting fucked by them both. And if Stephen's wife was as pretty as he said, Denise would be fucking her while Stephen was gone during the day. If he was true to his word.
Denise lay there wondering if she should clean up, go to sleep, or leave the room and go be with her husband full of Stephen's cum. She wanted to do the last one, but she was Stephen's until eight in the morning and he might wake early and want her again. She hoped...god what was she thinking? Why was she thinking that?
She brought her hands up to her and covered her face. She started crying, softly. What had her husband turned her into? Denise couldn't think straight. She knew the business was their life. She knew her and John's future was in this place. She loved running this place. But did she really want to be one of the girls? She rolled so she was facing away from Stephen. She tried to remain quiet, eventually falling asleep.
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Denise woke to the ringing of the phone. She reached for the sound but only found Stephen. He was sleeping on her side of the bed. He moaned and picked up the handset.
"Hello," he growled.
"This is you eight o'clock wake up call, Mister DeCarlo," John said surprised Denise didn't answer the phone.
"Thank you," Stephen said dropping the handset to the floor.
Groaning, Denise got out of bed, walked around to the other side and picked up the receiver placing it back in its cradle. Stephen groaned as he opened his eyes. Denise smiled at him as he woke up.
"God you are even beautiful, first thing in the morning," Stephen croaked.
"Thank you, but you must get up. Your flight leaves in two hours."
Stephen reached out and grabbed Denise's arm gently.
"Plenty of time for a good morning fuck," he growled.
"Sorry, it's after eight, I'm now off duty," Denise said smiling down at him, still upset by his use of fuck when referring to her.
"Come on Denise, just a quickie," Stephen said.
"No, no, no, I have to get my clothes together and get out of here, my three days are up, sir."
"Are...I'm sorry Denise. Will you see me off?"
"Go shower. I'll wait until you're ready to leave."
Stephen nodded, got up and went to the bathroom. Denise sat on the edge of the bed. She debated on calling her husband but decided against it for now. She also debated if she should get dressed, but decided against that too. Less chance of Stephen trying to talk her into going to the airport with him. She did put on her robe closing it tightly. Stephen came out of the bathroom and stopped dead in his tracks. He sighed deeply and shook his head.
"Dress, now, go," Denise said sternly.
Stephen nodded and went to his closet. He started to pack his bag while he stood there naked. Denise sighed but sat stoically watching him. She was off duty and he was going to see what that meant. He turned to look at her, she just stared straight ahead, her face bland. Stephen nodded and got dressed. He was ready to go in ten minutes.
Denise stood as he came to her. He stood looking into her eyes. She looked back without emotion. He smiled, leaned in and kissed her lips gently. Denise wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, hard. When she let go of him, he snapped back looking at her.
"Wow, may I kiss you again?" he asked.
"No Stephen, that's the last one, now go, please," Denise said softly.
There was a knock at the door. Stephen looked at Denise. She raised her eyebrows. He went to the door and opened it. John was standing there.
"Your car is here and I'm here to collect your luggage, sir," John said staring at his wife.
Denise just kept staring at the door to the bathroom.
"Yes, of course, it's by the bed," Stephen said standing aside.
John walked in picked up the bags, smiled at Denise, turned and left. Stephen closed the door. He stood there looking at Denise.
"May I kiss you goodbye?"
Denise stood up and went to him. She put her hands on each side of his face, pulling him down to her lips. He went to put his arms around her. Denise stepped back quickly shaking a finger at him. He nodded, hanging his head in defeat. He opened the door and left. Denise went and sat on the bed and exhaled heavily. Putting her face in her hands she started to weep. Not much, just a little. She was so tired, so angry and so still turned on. Shaking her head she got up and went to the bathroom to clean up.
Chapter 19
John was behind the front desk when Denise finally came down the stairs in a blouse and jeans. John heard her sigh as she caught sight of him. He smiled so hard his face felt like it was going to break. Denise walked up to her husband, looked up into his eyes and slapped his face.
"What was that for?" he asked chuckling, rubbing his cheek.
"For liking what I was doing up there. I'm still so angry with you. But right now I want you to take me upstairs and fuck me until your cock falls off. Not really, but I will settle until you make me cum," Denise said smiling.
"Go on up, I'll get Sally to take over here," John said picking up the phone.
Diane nodded, turned and headed back up the stairs. She went to their room and undressed. She really needed for John to take her back. He needed to make her cum and cum hard. He needs to reclaim her. She was his, he was hers. Together they were a couple, husband and wife. Lovers. Partners. Right at this moment and for the past three days, she hadn't felt that way about herself or them as a couple.
