This is the continuation of Just A Dance (in case it wasn't obvious from the title). If you haven't read the first two installments, do that first! Fair warning, this is a cuckold fantasy so, avoid if that's not your thing!
The story could end after this installment but, who knows, I may feel inspired to continue. My original intention was to leave it as the short vignette in the first chapter but it kept growing in my head and it wanted out.
Enjoy!
Emily stares at the door, stomach tight, hand unconsciously touching the spot on her neck where, minutes before, Alex's lips had been. Her body still hums with sexual energy but shame is rapidly spreading from the pit of her stomach. The world looks surreal. Unfamiliar. She moves to the kitchen and absently pours a cup of coffee sipping at it, her gaze fixed on the wall.
"Damn it. Shower. Need to clear my head," Emily says, shaking herself out of her reverie. Dropping her robe on the bedroom floor she moves mechanically to the shower. She tries to wash away Alex's touch but the hot spray only intensifies the tingling of her skin and it can't reach the place deep in her chest where the guilt and shame live.
She wants to blame David. If he hadn't encouraged her last night she wouldn't have let Alex come over and none of this would have happened. He should have been angry but no, he had to get all turned on, coaxing her into saying outrageous things while he was inside of her.
"Well, this is what he wanted, right? He'll be so excited," she mutters sarcastically, wrapping a towel around herself. But In her post orgasm clarity, she knows there is no excuse.
Worse, as she sits on the edge of the bed, face in her hands, she wrestles with a deep truth: she liked it. She liked the thrill and the risk. She liked feeling naughty last night on the dance floor and she liked the recklessness of this morning's encounter. She has been trying for so long to ignore Alex's advances, denying her attraction to him, brushing him off, keeping him at arms length.
Emily met David when she was still a senior in high school. David was a college boy and she was instantly drawn to him. He was kind, funny, attractive and crazy about her. They quickly became inseparable and were married the summer after graduation.
David introduced Emily to Alex shortly after they had started dating. Alex was achingly handsome, effortlessly charming and dating a girl named Wendy. He was also immediately, shamelessly, inappropriately flirtatious. The night that they met, he suggested, in front of both David and Wendy, that Emily ditch David for the night so he could show her a good time. Wendy rolled her eyes and David laughed it off but Emily felt a spark, a forbidden thrill at his audacity.
Unsurprisingly, the relationship with Wendy was short lived as was Alex's next relationship. And the next. At some point, Emily lost count. Despite the fact that he was obviously wrong for her, she was drawn to him. He could pin her down with those eyes and make her believe that she was the center of the universe. It was thrilling but infuriating because she knew it was a lie. Once Alex caught his prey, he got bored and moved on.
Over time a pattern emerged. When Emily and David got together with Alex, and whoever he was currently dating, Alex would openly flirt with Emily. David would laugh and Emily would playfully, often sarcastically, brush him off. But she always felt a thrill.
Then, at a dinner party one evening, Alex passed close behind her whispering something overtly suggestive, his breath tickling her ear, his hand on her shoulder, his thumb gently caressing the back of her neck. She laughed and told him to piss off but the echoes of his touch teased through her body and refused to die out.
Later that night, lying in bed with David snoring lightly beside her, she allowed her mind to drift. She fantasized that, instead of brushing him off, she let Alex to lead her to an upstairs bedroom where he hungrily pushed her down onto a bed while the party continued downstairs. The fantasy was so vivid that she could almost feel his body as he possessively pinned her down, his breath hot against her ear as he promised and delivered rapture.
Squirming next to her sleeping husband, she slid a hand between her legs imagining Alex's mouth on her neck, his hands exploring her body, his cock invading her. She struggled to stifle the gasps and moans that might wake David as she brought herself to a silent, shuddering climax before drifting off into a peaceful sleep.
Fantasizing about Alex became a common mid-day break after that. It seemed like a harmless way to let off some steam, like reading a dirty story or watching a steamy movie.
It's just a fantasy
, she had told herself,
it doesn't mean anything
. It was perfectly safe. Until now, when it wasn't. Until now, when the opportunity presented itself and she had taken it.
The day drags on, each minute an eternity as she tries to distract herself with work. The words on the screen blob together in a senseless jumble as her mind stubbornly returns to the feel of Alex's body, the way the rough wood of the front door pressed against her back, the intensity of her orgasm, the realization that she liked it, that she wants it again. Her body responds to the unbidden images causing her to squirm in her chair but she resists the urge to touch herself.
Every time she thinks of David, her stomach twists. They've always been honest with each other building their relationship on trust. She can't leave this thing hanging between them, the guilt will destroy her. She won't be able to relax or even look him in the eye until it's out. She has to tell him.
Her phone buzzes snapping her out of her thoughts. She reaches for it half expecting Alex's name to appear on the screen again but it's David.
"Hey, babe. On my way home! Been thinking about last night all day!"
Her stomach tightens. "Me too," she replies. That much is true anyway.
"Yea? Thinking about me or someone else?" David ends the text with a wink emoji.
He's already playing with her, trying to pick up from where they left off last night, seemingly unaware of the danger of his new game.
"Your terrible," she texts, trying to remain playful.
"Someone else, then, I'm guessing. Can't wait to hear about it! See you soon, naughty girl!"
A fresh wave of heat travels through her already overstimulated body. She had enjoyed letting David tease out her secrets last night, though part of her remains deeply ashamed. That part of her, the Good Wife, was hoping that David would drop it and move on. A deeper, darker part was hoping that he wouldn't, that he'd keep pushing until... Until what? Until she let Alex fuck her against the front door?
The sound of David's car in the driveway causes her stomach to drop. Time's up. She has to tell him. Fixing her resolve, she walks, hands shaking, to the entryway. David is standing there, grinning, eyes twinkling with mischief. David, her safe harbor. Familiar, comfortable, loving. Suddenly, she needs him to hold her, to make her feel safe and normal. Her resolve crumbles and she crosses the room, wrapping her arms around him, melting into his embrace.
"Well, hello there," he says pulling her close. "Miss me?"
"Very much," she replies with a soft sigh laying her head on his shoulder, enjoying his warmth.
Sensing her tension, he holds her gently for a moment before pulling back, looking into her eyes. "Wine?"
She nods and follows him to the living room where he uncorks a bottle of wine and pours them each a glass handing hers over before sinking to the couch, his arm draped lazily across the back. Emily takes a long slow sip of wine and settles in beside him, leaning against him, enjoying the familiar shape of his body as he slips his arm around her.
"How was your day?" she asks, trying hard to sound normal.
"Too long," he replies. "I wanted to be here with you. I kept thinking about last night, counting the minutes."
"Yeah?" she asks, forcing herself to sound playful. "What exactly were you thinking about?"
He pulls her closer, mistaking the tension in her voice for shy embarrassment, determined to dig deeper, draw her out again. "About how much I loved watching you dance with Alex."
A shiver runs down her spine and her eyes close. "David..."
David's voice is low and soft in her ear. "About the things you said last night in bed, telling me how much you want him. I can still hear you calling out his name. You were fantastically naughty."
Her voice quavers as she stammers, "David, I... I'm not sure we should..."
David meets her eyes, his tone shifting, his voice warm and gentle. "Emily. It's okay. Your confession wasn't exactly a revelation, I'm not blind. I see how you react when he flirts. You flush. Your heart beats faster. You do your best to ignore it but he's always had an effect on you."
She hates how easily David can read her. All this time she thought she was keeping it hidden but he knew. He had always known. Does he suspect what happened this morning? She turns away, her cheeks burning. "Why are you doing this? You can't actually
want
me to..." her voice trails off.
"Because I love watching you squirm," he teases. "And I absolutely loved watching you lose control last night. That was clearly not the first time you've had
that
fantasy."
She grips her wineglass trying to steady herself, her heart pounding.
David lightly strokes her hair. "Am I right?"
She shakes her head slowly. "I... Maybe."
David probes gently, moving his head to see her face. "Just maybe?"
Emily takes a long sip of her wine. The warmth spreads loosening her tongue. "You're right." she replies softly, looking into her wineglass. "It wasn't the first time."
David nods, smiling, catching her eye with a dip of his head. "So, share it with me. We can enjoy it together."
She exhales shakily, her mind spinning. "I... It was just..." She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, collecting her thoughts. "It was just a silly daydream that I'd play with sometimes. It was supposed to stay that way, safe in my head. Now it feels like... I'm losing control of it."
