Forgot to Tell You

Disclaimer:

For readers

18 and older

.

All characters depicted are

18 and older

.

This is a work of fiction.

Any resemblance

to real persons is

purely coincidental

unless explicitly stated within the story.

Content Warnings:

This series will explore

niche taboo themes

, including but not limited to:

Cheating / Cuckolding

Reluctance

Body betrayal

Pain-pleasure dynamics

Anal / Painal

Power imbalances / Control

Tags:

Mexican wife, White husband, NTR, voyeur, club, dancing, public, blowjob, creampie, slow burn

This is going to be a slow burn.

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Chapter 2

Ailin clung to Noah's arm as he tried to drive. She was being extra touchy. It hadn't helped that she chugged a glass of wine before they left. She wasn't much of a drinker, but when she started, it was difficult for her to stop.

Noah had wanted to think clearly about what he had witnessed, what it meant for him and her, and what decisions he needed to make. But when she lightly played with the hair on the back of his neck like this, he couldn't.

"Hey so--"

"You

definitely

understood the assignment..." Ailin admired Noah in his outfit.

He felt like a piece of meat.

He had worn their favorite button-up romper. It was a rich, soil brown color that fit his form. It accentuated his bubble butt and thick shoulders, while obscuring his wide torso. His shoes were white and had crème brûlée accents. Normally, he would slick back his hair so that it would remain straight, but tonight he had used soft hold gel to allow his naturally wavy hair to breathe. He even twirled his mustache up the way Ailin loved. It reminded her of when they had first met and Noah would take her on bike rides with the department's Harley club.

Those were the days.

Noah's skin became goose flesh as she put her mouth centimeters away from his neck.

"

Te voy a devorar, amor

." She threatened him.

She was going to devour him, and from the way she started to kiss his neck, she meant it. He heard the

click

of the seat belt unbuckling next to him.

"What are you--"

She licked him, planting wet kisses every other inch that made him swallow his question. He felt her tracing her way down his neck, following his carotid down. As he tried to concentrate on the road, he felt her shift onto her knees. He tried to look over at her, but she grabbed his chin to stop him.

"

Ojo

, big boy. Keep those doe eyes on the road." Her raspy voice was sultry with desire, her accent punctuating every word as her instincts took hold.

Each button was undone so painfully slowly, and all Noah could do was grip the steering wheel in anticipation. When his chest was exposed, Ailin resumed her licking. Most men were insecure about having their chests licked, but Noah wasn't most men. It wasn't his favorite thing, but he appreciated Ailin's skilled tongue

wherever

it ended up.

"Ow fuck!" He groaned and jerked the steering wheel slightly when she bit his nipple.

"

¡Ay, concéntrate

!" Ailin scolded him.

"Yes ma'am," his voice shook as she continued her way down his stomach.

He could feel her hot breath on his skin inching towards his waist. Eagerly, she undid the button and zipper, then reached into his briefs.

Noah shivered when she gripped his cock in her hands that felt like ice on the cold February night. She pulled him free of his restraint and let his cock stand proudly.

"Mmm, like a strawberry paleta." Ailin loved popsicles. She licked her lips. "Tell me what you want me to do."

"What?" He asked, trying to focus with her cold hand on him while he was trying not to kill them.

"Tell. Me. What. You. Want." She licked it with every word.

"I want...you to do what you want to do." He said nervously.

She rolled her eyes at him. Sometimes he was too comfortable letting her take the lead.

"Hmm...in that case...I want to take a bite out of this..." she looked up at him, waiting for him to protest, but none came.

She tilted her head and her teeth drew closer as they came to a stop at a red light. Finally, he looked down at her.

"Oh fuck yeah, bro!"

"Kill that shit, dude!"

"Damn that dude is huge!"

A lifted truck with what looked like college frat boys pulled up next to them.

"Stop." Noah urged.

His face became red with shame. He wanted to hide. But Ailin didn't listen, she looked out the window and smiled.

"She's looking at me, bro!"

"You wish, she's looking at me!"

"Fuck she's hot as fuck."

"Let her work. Stop distracting her." a single, assertive voice could be heard cutting through the rest. "Don't use your hands." The voice told her.

Noah watched as she locked eyes with one of them, a curly haired, clean shaven pretty latin boy. A little too pretty for Noah's liking. He felt a slight tendril of jealousy near his stomach that slowly coiled underneath it as Ailin let go with her hand but took Noah's head in her mouth. He struggled between that jealous feeling and Ailin's tongue swirling around his sensitive tip, sending pulsing spirals of pleasure down to his loins. He could feel the warm saliva running down his shaft to the base of his cock, coating it. The tendril seemed to grow small thorns as Noah chanced another glance at Ailin, but she was still staring at the same pretty boy. He followed her gaze.

"Do it, take it all." The pretty boy's confident voice carried clearly while the rest watched intently.

Noah felt like he had just encroached on a private, intimate moment between the two--except she was

his

wife, not this cocky little fuck's. He felt his face flush with heat.

When Ailin heard the command, her pussy tingled. Without protest, she obeyed.

So painfully slowly, Noah felt her slide down centimeter by centimeter, not breaking eye-contact with the pretty boy.

HAAAWWNNNK

, one of the cars behind them blared their horn when the light turned green.

"Oh shit." Noah started to pull his foot off the break, but Ailin grabbed his leg and glared up at him with his cock halfway in her mouth.

She paralyzed him with that glare.

Don't you dare

--that was the silent message exchanged between them.

He eased his foot back onto the break. Then she looked back at the cocky young man who smirked back at her. She did her best to smile back at him with her mouth full.

Through his cock, Ailin could feel Noah's heart beat faster and faster. It nearly matched hers as the thrill of having strangers watching her suck Noah's cock in public ran up her spine and triggered something in her brain. She felt ashamed, but excited. Like she was showing off when she shouldn't be.

She didn't find this particular man that much more attractive than the rest, and definitely not as attractive as she found Noah, but he was the only confident one of them all. And that tethered her to him. He had a knowing smile--one that

knew

this was exactly where she

should

be and didn't care about the consequences of this lascivious display. Whereas the rest--

especially

Noah--were wide eyed as if she was doing something wrong. But they were powerless and at her mercy.

Before she was even halfway down, when she was about to let his tip breach her throat, the truck peeled away, relenting to the honking car behind them.

"Bruh--" the voices drifted away.

Noah took his foot off the break and slowly got them back on their way.

Disappointed, she stopped moving down and turned her attention back to Noah, who was now again doing his best to keep his eyes on the road just as she told him to. She tried to smile with his cock in her mouth--but with how far in it was--all she succeeded in doing was letting more saliva drip down onto Noah's lap.

She reached up to one of his white knuckled hands on the steering wheel and made him let go of it. Then she put his hand on her head. Taking the hint, Noah grabbed a fist full of her hair and started to gently push her head down. It was still like he was asking for

permission

to make her deepthroat him, so she didn't. She didn't want to give permission, she didn't want to have to ask for him to take what he wanted when she was practically begging to give it to him.

Instead, she only went down until the tip of his cock reached the back of her mouth, making her gag a little every time. Then she pulled him out until only the tip was in her mouth again. She tongued his tip and smiled when he twitched above her.

Like a true audiophile, what got to Noah was how sloppy and noisy she was. He could hear her lapping him, smacking her lips, french kissing his cockhead.

"Goddamn!" he inhaled.

Finally, she started to use her hand. She stroked him slowly, then put her lips right under his head creating a lip sealed vacuum. She connected the top of her grip with her lips and started to stroke him with both her mouth and hand, nearly covering the entire length of his cock each time the tip hit the back of her mouth.

Gluk

,

gluk

,

gluk

...the obscene sound assaulted Noah.

"Fuck if you don't stop I'm going to..."

"Mmhmm!" Ailin hummed her encouragement, causing Noah to jerk forward.

Noah felt his balls tightening, he was only a few more strokes away. Just one more--

BRAAAHH

,

BRAAAHH

,

BRAAAHH

. Noah's jarring alarm ringtone went off--it was his sister Amber.

Reluctantly, he pulled Ailin off his cock with an audible

pop

.

"Fuck, why is she calling this late?" He grabbed his phone from the center console, "hello?"

"Noah, hey! Do you have a minute?"

"Uhh, no. Not really." Ailin kept stroking his cock as he talked to his sister on the phone.

He grabbed Ailin's wrist and forced her to stop, causing her to smile wickedly at him, threatening to continue. But Noah shook his head. Disappointed, she let go.

"It's about dad."

"What about him, is he asking for money again? Fuck watch out!" Noah slammed on the brakes as a takuache truck cut him off to turn right. "Fucking idiot!"

Ailin was flipping off the truck, but the driver either didn't see her or didn't care.

"...re you okay?" Noah barely registered Amber's question.

"Yeah...yeah sorry, some idiot just cut us off."

"You do sound busy. Let me try you again tomorrow. It's really important, though. It's about dad and no, not about money." Ailin noticed Amber sounded serious, concerned even.

But Noah was too heated to catch it.

"Yeah okay. Love you bye."

"Love you, talk to you tom--" but Noah had already hung up.

*

Ailin

With only six or seven minutes left before they got to the club, Ailin sat up. She connected her phone to the car and played her 'liked songs' playlist on shuffle.

"

Esa negrita que está cami

..." Ailin wanted to get into a dancing mood and out of this perpetual state of arousal she was feeling.

"I need to fix my lipstick, you're too thick.

Mmm

!" She wanted so badly to resume where they had left off.

Instead, she started to reapply her lipstick after having left it smeared all over Noah's cock.

Ailin felt like her body was a raging inferno. Her heart was pounding, drowning out the music. The lipstick trembled in her hands as she reapplied it. She looked at Noah from the corner of her eye, but her oblivious himbo husband was too focused on the road, thinking about something else to notice how excitedly electrified she was. It was a complete head rush.

No lo puedo creer

, she really couldn't understand why she would do something like that.

And with

strangers

!

Or maybe it was

because

they were strangers...

She took a deep breath. That had been too much. And she had pushed Noah a little too far. Her guilt finally surfaced at that thought. He had asked her to stop...but she hadn't.

But that was

soooo

hot though. Seeing how powerless he was to stop it. If he really wanted her to stop, he could have taken control of the situation...but he hadn't. And that meant

she

was in control.

Or maybe...

Maybe that pretty college boy was...

Ailin shook her head. Now

that

was too far. She looked at Noah, the loving, caring, nurturing, future father of her children and for the first time wondered if she deserved him. She felt that tenderness in her heart again, making her guilt spike.

She asked him a question.

*

Noah

What even was that?

Did he really know this Ailin? When had she become an exhibitionist?

Noah would have loved to have that revered and revelatory post-nut clarity, but alas, the moment was gone. He was already soft.

He looked over at Ailin, she was glowing. No guilt on her face, no desperation, no shame. Not like how he was trying to hide right now. She had just sucked his dick as a truck full of strangers cheered her on, leaving his mind in complete turmoil.

Ailin yesterday would have been terrified of even the prospect of that, let alone actually doing it. What had changed in her? When did it change? Did it have something to do with what he had seen in the shower? It had to...

"Hey..." he started to ask, but the question died on his lips.

How could he confront her about what had just happened? He had played a part in it. He had been

the

prop she used in her performance. Could he really feel upset? How could he complain when she hadn't been giving a blowjob to anyone else...they had just been watching like he liked to do.

I like to do that?

Of course he did.

He replayed the scene in his head.

The way she had looked at that college boy. The way he looked back. There was no surprise or shame on either of their faces. It's like they shared something, but Noah couldn't understand what that was. He tried to imagine himself in the frat boys shoes.

Of course, seeing a fine as fuck woman giving head would be hot. What porn addict wouldn't like live porn?

He watched as Ailin gave Noah head. The way she kept looking into his eyes and not paying any attention to Noah...except, she was wasn't she? She was literally working him over, sucking

Noah

's cock...so why did he feel like he wasn't a part of the scene in his head?

Frat Noah looked up from Ailin's succubus stare and at Noah. Except, it wasn't Noah. It was the pretty frat boy--she was sucking

his

cock--but she was staring directly into Noah's eyes.

Noah felt throbbing pain. It pulsed with every heartbeat, straining against his zipper.

Against my zipper?

He looked down, breaking the painfully erotic image in his head, and realized he had gotten hard again.

**

"Noah?" Ailin gently shook his shoulder.

He blinked, "huh?"

"Did you hear me?"

"Uhm. Yeah...no. I didn't. I'm sorry, what?" Noah tried to orient himself.

He had been on autopilot for the last minute.

"If we have a boy, I want to name him Noah. But if it's a girl, I want to name her Noelle. O Noelia. What do you think?"

"Oh yeah. Those sound good."

"Yeah, I really like your father's name, Reinhard, But it sounds so out of place for a baby. Noah is so much better. Sounds more gentle and nice. Like, a soft, sweet child. And I really like my mom's name but I...--"

Soft, sweet child?

And off Noah went again, receding into his thoughts.

*

Noah

So...he

liked

watching. And Ailin liked being watched? But how would that work if he needed to be having sex with Ailin in order for her to be watched? Maybe they could have an audience?

Noah felt himself lose some of his hardness at that thought.

Maybe being watched is her thing...but mine is...

he shook his head.

Maybe she would like to repeat what happened in the bathroom? Instead, she would now know he was watching? Maybe that would do something for her...she seemed to be enjoying herself just fine without him then anyway.

He desperately wanted to know what Ailin would think about that, but there was no way he was going to reveal to her that he had been watching her without her knowledge, let alone that he had seen

everything

. Besides, he was a cop. He had

literally

been called into peeping tom and stalking incidents in his career. Everyone, including Noah, always thought those guys were creepy and pathetic.

But that's not what

he

was, was he? He was only trying to spy on his own wife after all.

He replayed the shower scene in his head over and over again. The way she had treated herself had shocked Noah.

But that's what she wants

.

Sure, but only someone rough could do that. Someone more...dominant. She wanted someone more dominant then.

Not just anyone, she said

my

name

, he reminded himself.

But that's not me

.

Ailin had seemed like she was about to have the biggest orgasm of her life before he had taken it away by making his presence known.

Can I do that? Slap her...choke her...

Noah wasn't sure. But he had always done what he needed to for Ailin, why should this be any different? It was just rough play, after all. They would both know that, right?

Yeah, of course

.

I could be rough with her.

Maybe that way she wouldn't feel the need to show off.

He felt a hand on his shoulder again.

"Amor! Hey, you okay? Let's go inside." Ailin pulled him out of his thoughts again.

In his mind he had made a decision. He

would

be that dominant man she imagined, or at least, he would try his hardest to be. He squeezed her hand tight, a little harsher than he meant to and she looked back at him--but the surprise on her face at his roughness went unnoticed by him. Letting go of her hand, he opened the door.

The chilly air cooled him.

But it would also fan the flames inside his mind.

**

"

Llego el tiburón y con el se me fue

..." the merengueton-style song blasted over the speakers.

Every sexy body bumped with the bass, syncing their heartbeats.

The club was never Noah's scene but he didn't even feel like he was feeling too bad considering. Even two hours in.

His confidence had boosted after Ailin had teased him, calling him Lieutenant Wagner. It reminded him of the promotion he should be receiving in the next couple of weeks.

It really felt like things were turning around for him and his wife. Their luck had always been neutral, but finally the needle was swinging towards the 'good' side of the scale.

He looked at Ailin in her red, navel-deep neckline dress and could see the sexy sheen of sweat coating her skin. Noah especially loved the way it made the ravine between her braless tits shimmer like gold. He consumed her with his eyes, watching every movement. The way her belly button peeked out at him every time she turned towards him, they way sudden movements had her nearly spilling out of her dress.

She raised her hands above her head as she swayed with the music, her hair rising along with them between her fingertips, then floating down as it slid down her forearms.

She turned her back to Noah and slowly swayed towards him until she was leaning back against him. She grabbed his hands and brought them up with hers as she danced on him. He let his hands travel down her wrists, feeling her strong forearms, then her biceps. She wasn't dainty, she was lean and strong. Good Lord, Noah

loved

a woman who worked out.