Richard's cock felt like it was about to split her in two, but rather than pain, it was pure pleasure as he fucked her brutally from behind. He didn't seem concerned about her enjoying it at all, but that only seemed to add to the animalistic nature of the act.
"Goddamn, that's some good pussy," Richard said as his cock reached the very depths of her. His cock was huge compared to James' and even the slightest movement made her squirm.
She had been building toward a massive orgasm and it just kept building and building. She could feel her body betraying her, pushing back onto his cock wildly as she tried to will the orgasm to come. There was a sense of desperation for it, as if it was an oasis of pleasure and her thirst was limitless.
She looked up at James, who was watching her act like a dog in heat while the older man mounted her from behind. SMACK. Sophie felt the sting as Richard roughly slapped her ass.
"Fuck, you like that cock don't you slut?" Richard asked her. It was so demeaning, but she could feel herself respond to it like it was some magic word to set her lust on fire.
"Yesssss," Sophie admitted through gritted teeth.
"What am I going to do next time I come to your clinic?" Richard continued, egging Sophie on.
"You're going to fuck meeeee," Sophie moaned as her hands gripped the sofa as tightly as they could.
Finally, she could feel the orgasm starting to spread through her, the release she had been begging desperately.
Sophie's eyes opened but it took a moment for her to orient herself. She was staring at her bedroom ceiling in the dark. James was snoring softly beside her. It had all been a dream, she realized as guilt filled her anew. After everything, she couldn't believe that she was having fantasies about the man. It had been nearly a month since she had gone with him to the cocktail party and she hadn't seen him since that night. He had made several appointments with her, and each time, she had found an excuse or left work early feeling sick to avoid seeing him.
Sophie and James had talked about that night so many times over the last few weeks and she knew they were okay, better than okay really. James was the most understanding and loving husband she could have asked for and he didn't hold anything from that night against her. She had felt so guilty afterward, struggling to even look in the mirror. She had even thrown away the dress she had worn that night and had made James put the money up so she wouldn't have to look at it. Even with that, the dreams didn't stop, each as vivid as the night the older man had bent her over on the sofa in front of her husband. She couldn't bring herself to tell James about the dreams.
There were still burning questions for her that she couldn't answer and they all terrified her. She still struggled to understand James' desires. Sophie had seen the expression on James' face while she had been with Richard and it haunted her. It was the same hungry expression that Richard had worn when he watched her the first time they had met. She had seen it before in men's eyes when their lust was about to boil over, but this was the first time she had seen it in her husband's. He hadn't just allowed Richard to be with her. He had wanted it for his own pleasure, his own lust. She had watched James even masturbate as he had watched her with the other man, something that seemed too perverse to be real. His lust had completely overtaken him in a way that Sophie had never dreamed of.
When they talked about what they would do if Richard offered them more money, James said what she wanted him to say. They didn't need more money. It had been a mistake. They would turn it down, no matter how absurd the offer. But as he said those things, she could see a glimmer of that same hunger in her husband's eyes that had consumed them last time and she knew what it meant.
Speaking of the other man, she had no idea what to expect from Richard the next time she saw him. She had already crossed professional boundaries to go out to the cocktail party with him, but what she had done afterward. It was unthinkable and she still didn't know how it had progressed so quickly. The money had certainly opened the door, but then it was the pushing from James and then.... It was hard to admit, and maybe the part that scared her the most. She had enjoyed it. As perverse as it was, she had enjoyed it in a way that was hard to define.
Where James was loving and gentle, Richard was crass and rough with her. When she made love with her husband, she felt that connection and how deep it was between them. Richard's lust had been almost animalistic in the way he took her. And the way he had talked to her... My God, nobody had ever spoken to her or about her like that in her life. Sophie shivered in bed as she thought about the things he had said that night. It had made her feel like a whore, but that night she couldn't help how her body responded to the words.
"I'm going to fuck you every time I come to your office from now on, and you're going to let me," he had told her. But it wasn't enough for him, "And you're going to let me, isn't that right?" She couldn't believe that he had managed to get her to say yes. She had said yes, like she was some slut in heat, unable to control herself. Sophie blushed even in the dark of her bedroom, thinking about her answer, with her husband watching no less. She had been on the verge of an orgasm so powerful that her mind hadn't been able to focus on anything but trying to reach that precipice.
She didn't think she could face the man after that, but she couldn't put off seeing him forever. Even more terrifying to her, she had no idea if Richard would expect something to actually happen. When she and James had talked through everything, she had been able to sense how uneasy he was about her being alone with Richard going forward. She could sense the conflict in her husband. On one hand, his lust was ready to ignite at the thought of her with Richard, but she could also see his own trepidation, his uncertainty about Sophie's reaction.
Sophie had been adamant that she wasn't attracted to Richard, which was true. It wasn't that she was attracted to him. It was more that... no, it was too embarrassing to admit even to herself. She was a well-educated woman, a professional, a feminist, and a wife, for crying out loud. But she kept going back to that night. When she had started the lap dance, the moment that she had felt how... massive he was. It had stunned her to the point that she hadn't been sure it was real, even while she ground herself against it. His cock had dwarfed James' as it was at least a few inches longer, but it was the thickness that was really the difference. The sensation, the fullness of having it all inside her was what she couldn't get out of her mind.
It had taken a lot of work to get James to accept that she could continue seeing Richard in clinic without him having to worry, but she felt like she was deceiving him every time she craved that feeling of fullness. She had always heard how much size mattered, but she had never believed it, or at least she hadn't believed it would matter to her like this.
She looked over at her phone, thankful that she still had a few hours to sleep before she had to start her day. Richard had texted her a few times over the last month, something else she had downplayed to James out of guilt. It felt like if she acknowledged it, it would make it more real. His first text had come the morning after that night, early while James was still asleep. Sophie had read it while she sat on the back porch alone. She had deleted it without responding, but she wouldn't forget what it said. "I can't wait until next time." Next time. God, Richard thought that he was going to have her again.
Sophie wouldn't let that happen. Her marriage had survived the one night, but letting it go any further could be a disaster. She knew that she couldn't cross those lines again, no matter what the man offered. James had agreed, though she still had her doubts if his willpower could hold out against his lust if he were put in that situation.
