It was a special night. One that I had waited weeks for, maybe months if I was counting latent fantasies. I had been patient and hopeful during my husband's affair, but careful not to dream too big. Most of the women he'd dated weren't interested in more than a sultry vanilla tryst. This one, finally, was different.
My anticipation had been building all week since my husband revealed his intentions for me, and it had been heightened to agonizing levels by his command that I abstain from self-pleasure all week as well. So, as I washed and prepared myself for our evening together my desire was a tangible thing. I had to be careful not to linger too long as I smoothed soap over my sensitive skin under the warmth of the shower. I felt incredibly tense, but the warm, wet pulse from the shower head was seductive and hypnotic. I began to focus on the beats of water thrumming against the skin on my chest and stomach, each pulse pulling me deeper into its erotic rhythm. I was so on edge that every nerve ending in my body was enhanced tenfold. I felt everything. The water created long streams that curved down my body and licked at the end of their trails before leaving me. I concentrated on those last delicate licks and found myself shifting so I could feel the tender, teasing licks of warmth on my smooth labia. I bent one knee open slightly and the water trickled down between my puffy folds creating a shudder that coursed through my body. I stood motionless, eyes closed, relishing in the artificial attention. The sensation from the gentle and constant movement of water caused my body to respond sharply, my breath caught as watery streams licked like fire across my now burning skin. I imagined giving in to the compulsion that was quickly building, the one that promised pure bliss.
My hand lifted to grab the shower head, but I willed myself to let it drop back to my side. I desperately wanted to hold out. Not to mention that I wasn't allowed to have any release until tonight anyway. It was tempting though. More than tempting. It would take so little. It would be so easy, and I was completely alone. A voice in my head, one that I had heard many times before, reminded me that I would be punished if I disobeyed. He would know. He would. I am so easy for him to read. Before I could talk myself out of it, I reached forward and wrenched the shower lever all the way to cold, forcing the frigid blasts to cool down my heated core. My body was weary from having to exercise control. The freezing water helped break the numbing hypnosis, but I was completely drained.
I shook myself from the daze and reached to turn the water off, then stepped out of the shower onto the clean, plush rug. I let my toes curl in the soft pile and stretched my arms to reawaken the rest of my body. The anticipation and anxiety had my mind and body dulled to all other awareness. I was so hyper focused on the restless knot of need inside of me that I was exhausted, but I needed to be able to function. Tonight, when I wanted to be at my most alert, I felt foggy instead. It was frustrating, like I couldn't wake up, or like I was out of sync with my own body. I wished I could just go for a run to get rid of some of this nervous energy. To release some agony in the form of sweat.
Running was the one outlet I was almost always allowed. The hard beat of the pavement helped to release my tension when I had to sustain long periods without the physical contact I craved. It replaced longing with exhilaration. It helped me refocus my physical attention and left me with new aches to pay attention to. It had also been helping to mold me into shape, a leaner shape at least. I paced across the room and looked at my bare reflection in the mirror. I ran my fingertips slowly over my imperfections and longed to lace up my running shoes right then, but it would mean being late and I knew that would not go over well. Besides, I needed to get ready. I wanted tonight to be perfect.
I dried myself with a thick white towel and walked to the tall dresser to select my garments for the evening. What would he want to see me in? I considered. Nothing too fancy, definitely. Simple, but flattering. I selected an ivory satin thong and matching demi bra from the drawer. It was plain, not too flashy, but showed off my ass. Perfect. I knew exactly what dress to choose. It was something I'd been saving for the right occasion and this felt like it. I so rarely had a reason to dress up, but being formally introduced to my husband's girlfriend and my new mistress seemed like the perfect opportunity. It was a satiny platinum form fitted dress with a high collar and an open, plunging neckline. The skirt was flowy, but only when I was moving. When I was motionless the fabric hugged my ass and the hemline ended mid-thigh.
Just as I pulled the dress over my head and let it fall into place, my husband walked into our bedroom. He strode slowly up behind me and I reflexively pulled my hair to the side to give him access to the zipper. Instead of zipping me up, he wrapped his arms around my waist then bent down to kiss my neck. He stayed there for awhile just breathing me in and nuzzling my freshly washed skin. His face brushed lightly against my neck sending sparks of electricity through me.
His sweet attention was not making my plight any easier; neither was the fact that his dick was solidly pressed against my ass. "I could just let this dress fall," I thought, "it's not even zipped yet." I wondered if he would be able to resist. I wondered if his adrenaline was surging through his body as strongly as it was through mine. If I did let the dress fall, maybe we could just have tonight to ourselves. Send out a big F-U to everything and everyone else. I wondered for a moment if I still had that power. Even though I knew it would spoil the plan for the evening, I was very tempted to find out.
I took a small chance and tilted my ass into his dick, and a spark of mischief ignited. Slowly, I moved my hips and lifted my heels to run the length of him up and down my soft crease. He groaned, but pulled away quickly.
"Mmmm. Naughty girl. I would spank you, but I think you might cum," he whispered teasingly into my ear as he lowered his face to my neck again. Instead of another sweet nuzzle, I felt the salient pain of his teeth sinking down and biting my tender flesh. Ah! Fuck! He bit down with power and discipline. The pain brought me back to myself sharply, exciting my mind while quieting the insistent buzz that had been torturing my body all day.
Fuck, that hurt! I felt conflicted. I thought I might be grateful, because the distraction made me not feel so impossibly desperate anymore, but I also knew that I'd have to go through the week with this blaring mark on my neck. I wondered how badly it would darken. It was high on my neck and would be nearly impossible to hide completely. I felt my face flush red at the thought. Of all the people I would see hurriedly turn their gaze from me. He pulled away again and zipped up my dress, then turned me around to examine me. We'd been together so long, he could read my mind. His eyes stopped on my neck and he smiled.
"You should be glad I gave you that mark. I would have made you change otherwise. This dress is way too sexy for you," he mused, "But, with that on your neck," he grabbed my chin and tilted my head to expose the mark, "It makes your place known. You'll wear your hair up tonight."
I knew he was right. He'd secured his claim to me with that mark, not that it had ever been questioned.
"Besides, I don't want you to outshine Alexa." He jeered.
"What do you think she will say about this?" I ask, gesturing to his bite mark. Scornful amusement spreads across his face and he breathes out a chuckle. "Oh, I doubt she'll even notice you." My heart sank and my pulse raced. He was fucking with me. I knew he was fucking with me, but it still cut deep. My husband's girlfriend, Alexa, is usually dismissive, but she doesn't ignore me. Although, I'm reluctant to admit that we haven't actually ever spent much time together or even been introduced. I'd met her a couple of times in group settings. She's gorgeous. I'd been attracted to her since the first time my husband showed me a picture of her, even in the poorly lit cell phone shot she was stunning. Though my husband is generally calculated and controlled, their first date ended in a very uncontrolled night of impulsivity. Afterwards, he had me recreate the experience with him while he told me every hot little detail. I came endlessly that night, and he's been sharing their steamy sex life with me ever since.
Until now I hadn't been involved with anything to do with Alexa. That isn't to say that she didn't know about me, she knew about me. She has always known that her lover boy was married, it's just that at some point I suppose she decided that I was unimportant. Inconsequential. A small blemish on her desire that could be easily forgotten. But every time he showed me a text from her asking him if he could "sneak out" I got excited. "Tell her that you're going to the gym. I'll make sure you go back sweaty." She would text. My insides would tumble with the thought. My pulse instantly racing. My thighs instantly clenching. I imagined her sweaty body wrapped around my husband as she milked the cum out of his dick. It played over and over in my mind as I laced up my running shoes and he kissed the top of my head and said goodbye. I ran while they fucked, and found my own pleasure in the aftermath.
Lately though, the texts had changed to messages like, "Have her cook your dinner while I work up your appetite." Or, "Make sure she puts fresh sheets on your bed before she heads out to run. I want to get them all dirty with you." Even more recently her texts had taken a bold leap into, "Tell her to strip and kneel while she waits for you to come home. No moving. No touching." That was the exact text that transitioned her from his mistress to mine. That was the text that made me want her as much as he did. I'd always wanted to make him happy, he was my life... but I had so much more to give, and I wanted to fulfill everything she asked of me. Fulfill everything they both asked of me. To find pleasure in the giving of pleasure.
