"Happy Monday!" Jess greeted Sophie when she saw her. Sophie had arrived early to get a workout in before the day started and to try to clear her mind. The last few days had been a whirlwind of emotions since Richard had unexpectedly come to the clinic.
"Good morning, Jess," she responded as she paused her music. "You're here early."
"I wanted to come in and get a few files organized this morning before patients started to arrive," she told her. "Don't let me distract you though. I'll just be up front if you need anything." Sophie nodded and restarted her music to drown out the rest of the world. She needed a little more time to herself this morning. She pressed the dumbbells over her head and felt the burning in her triceps as she pushed herself to keep going.
She finished the set and sat down her dumbbells on the bench and paused, looking at it. Everywhere she looked in the clinic reminded her of Richard. He had intended to mark his territory and it seemed that it had worked. All she could think about here was everywhere that Richard had taken her and how it felt when he was inside her. She hated how he had come here expecting her to just spread her legs for him and she hated it even more that she had. She had fought it ever since the first time she had been with Richard, but she craved the feeling of him stretching her out, the way he dominated her, the way he demeaned her. It awoke something in her and made her just lose control.
The music from her earbuds quieted and her phone announced that she had a text. She walked over and looked at her phone, expecting it to be from her husband. To her surprise though, it was from Hank. She had only texted him a little since the day she met him for drinks. He was, in so many ways, the opposite of Richard. She enjoyed his country accent and she found him charming in a way that put her at ease. He obviously wanted her, but he didn't act like he was entitled to her, that she was an object to possess.
"Hey, darling. I'm in town this weekend and wanted to know if you were interested in getting dinner with me on Friday night," his text read. She bit her lip as she thought about it. He had asked her to go up to his room the last time and she had been tempted even though she declined. If she asked James, she knew what his answer would be. Her interactions with the other men had put both of their sex drives into overdrive and James couldn't seem to get enough of her. Sophie had been more than open to his advances to meet her own cravings, letting James take her sometimes twice a day over the last week. Occasionally, her mind would drift to Richard or Hank while they were making love, leaving her feeling a little guilty.
She thought for a moment and then typed out her response to him, "Where are you taking me?" James would be more than happy for her to go and honestly.
"I think that you deserve a proper date. I was thinking La Mer," he answered her. La Mer was a French restaurant that was next to the Four Seasons downtown. She and James had never been, but she had heard incredible things. Sophie also wondered if the location next to one of the nicest hotels in the city was a coincidence.
"I've never been. How should I dress?" she asked him.
"Honey, they'd welcome you in if you wore a turnip sack. But a nice dress is more than appropriate," he told her. Some of the things he said were so ridiculous but so sincere that she couldn't help but enjoy them.
"Not sure I could pull that off, but I appreciate the compliment," she sent back.
"Sophie, I mean it when I say that I can't name a more stunning woman," he answered. She smiled, enjoying the compliment from the older man. He had told her all about his background and work but almost nothing about his personal life whenever they met for a drink. That part of his life remained a mystery to her. He didn't wear a wedding ring, or at least he hadn't worn one whenever he met her at a bar. Perhaps he had just taken it off to meet her. Thinking about him having a wife made her feel a little guilty. She would have to ask him outright to be sure.
"I doubt that," she told him, "I'm sure you've known a number of stunning women over the years."
"A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell, but I will maintain that none of them were more stunning than you," he said, doubling down on his compliment.
"Is that why you want to take me out to dinner?" she asked him.
"I can't say that being seen with you in public is a negative, but it's also rude to invite you to my hotel room without taking you to dinner first," he answered, explicitly stating his intentions. Sophie thought about what it would be like to go up to his room. Whenever they had gotten drinks he had been forward enough to put his calloused hand on the inside of her leg, teasing her sensitive skin at the hem of her dress. If that was any indication of what was to come, she couldn't help but be excited.
"Oh, so that's your plan. Think I'm that easy?" she sent back, trying to play a little hard to get.
"Darling, easy isn't what it's about. I've been jealous of Richard ever since I first laid eyes on you," he told her. "I can't get the memory of you from the poker game out of my mind."
"What in particular?" she asked him, baiting him to tell her more.
"I remember how good your breasts felt in my hands," he told her. "And how good it felt having you in my lap." Sophie remembered how good his cock felt against her butt as she ground against him and how his rough hands had massaged her breasts through her bra. That had been the moment that she had really lost control that night.
Sophie looked over toward the front and Jess was out of sight. She held up her phone to take a selfie, trying out a few angles. She pulled down her tank top a little so that the top of her breasts showed and snapped a picture. She added a short message.
"These?" she asked along with the picture and hit send.
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James stared at the screen of his phone. Sophie's ass bounced with each thrust from Richard as he fucked her forcefully from behind. He must have watched the video a hundred times so far over the last week. He had been struggling to get the images out of his mind and he had been all over his young wife every chance he had gotten for the last week.
To her credit, she had been willing every time he had tried to initiate anything with her. They had made love in the shower, before work, and he had even bent her over the kitchen counter once the same way that Richard had in the video. Sophie had told him about the mishap with Richard last time and how he hadn't pulled out in time. She had taken Plan B and they had talked about it all again. They needed to be particularly careful if anything happened going forward because they were going to really start trying to get pregnant.
James wondered how they had gotten to this point but ultimately, despite his worries, he was enjoying it too much to do anything other than continue to hope for more. The guys were planning another poker game in a couple of weeks whenever all of their schedules worked and he could hardly contain his excitement at the prospect of Sophie providing some of the entertainment. He wasn't the only one though. The video that Richard had sent had reignited the entire group of men and their hopes for what would happen the next time they were all together. James still hadn't told his wife about the group chat, keeping that one small secret to himself.
He tossed the empty coffee cup into the trash as he walked into the school. It was still early, and the few kids that had arrived were standing in scattered groups around the commons area, waiting for more of their friends to arrive and for the day to start. James made his way down the hallway and to his classroom door.
He unlocked it and went inside, getting his lesson plan out for the day and reviewing it briefly. It wasn't long before the bell rang and the sound of his students chattering moved down the hall and into the classroom. They were a bit more subdued this Monday morning, coming from a long weekend. His phone vibrated, drawing his attention as the kids filled the room.
It was a message from Hank to the group text. He couldn't resist reading it before class started and slid his finger to unlock the phone. As the conversation popped up, he was shocked to see a picture of his wife.
It was clearly a selfie taken by Sophie, who looked incredible as always. The tank top he had seen her leave the house in that morning was pulled down so that the tops of her breasts were visible. Fuck, Hank had convinced her to send something like that already this morning?
Another message rolled in. "Damn, she's so hot. Have we confirmed that she's coming to the next poker game?" Cliff asked. James had talked to her about it briefly, and he knew that she was open to the idea, though she wanted to be sure they didn't let things get too out of control. From what James could gather, that mostly meant keeping at least some clothes on and definitely not getting fucked in front of the whole group.
"I'll ask her when I see her this weekend," Hank sent back. He reread that. Sophie must have agreed to see him again. He felt his cock harden as he remembered that she admitted she told Hank she would love to go up to this hotel room but made an excuse as to why she couldn't that night. Did she intend to go up this time?
A text from Richard interrupted his thoughts. "I should probably be the one to ask her. Go back and listen to who owns her pussy. She said it herself," Richard said, referencing the video he had sent last week. What a fucking asshole, James thought. He knew that James was in the group chat and seemed to enjoy throwing it in his face that he made Sophie say that her married pussy was his.
"We'll see about that after I take her out this weekend," Hank replied, raising James' heart rate dramatically. The two men seemed to be directly competing with each other for Sophie in a way he hadn't expected.
"Now this is getting interesting," Cliff said, voicing James' exact thoughts to the group.
"Hank, you'll have to provide the same kind of proof as Richard, you know," Ben said, adding one of his rare comments.
Cliff responded next, seemingly enjoying being the instigator of the group. "Ben, do you think Nora gets fucked by older guys like this? I wouldn't mind a turn with her either," he said. James couldn't imagine Nora doing that but he had never expected Sophie to find herself in this situation either. For a moment, he tried to picture the raven-haired Nora with her pale complexion and slim figure bent over by the likes of Richard. He would pay to watch that, not that he could ever admit that to Sophie.
"Fuck you," Ben answered.
