(MEGAN)
There were only three rules.
One. Never with someone we know mutually.
Two. Never at our house.
Three. Never get attached.
Megan had already broken the first two with Todd, and was dangerously close to the third. Todd was her co-worker, he and his own wife had been friends with Megan and her husband Kyle for three years now. He was currently fucking her hard and fast on the bed she shared with her husband. This was the fifth time in five weeks she'd let him have what they both wanted; her longest affair with the same partner since she and her husband had come up with The Rules seven years ago.
She was face down on her elbows and knees, her round, sculpted ass pointed up toward her lover as he held tightly to her hips and plunged his cock in and out of her. She was very close again. She'd already come once while straddling him and bouncing wildly on his well defined frame. Now she was just moments away from getting there again. She closed her eyes and grabbed onto a pillow and concentrated on the feeling of his manhood forcing her open over and over, bumping up against that perfect spot right behind her clit. She was aware she was being pretty loud with the pants and gasps. It felt fucking amazing, and she was not shy. Plus she knew her lover got off on her voice. He'd told her that the first time they'd fucked six months ago during a business conference they'd both attended.
That had been a wild weekend, they'd spent more time in her hotel room than attending the lame and tiresome events of the conference their company had sent them too. The first time had been mind blowing. He'd fucked her from behind right up against the wall of her shower. Megan liked it from behind. God, the memory of it was helping her get closer. She concentrated on the memory of water pouring off of her head and down her back as Todd had screwed her in her hotel shower room. The warmth. The wet. The sound of skin slapping against skin, the feeling of his cock spasming as he came inside of her...
That was it, she felt her orgasm blossom deep down and rapidly radiate out in waves. She cried out in ecstasy, as much for her own pleasure as Todd's. She thrust back against him hard and fast. He grunted deeply and squeezed his hands even tighter around her hips. She felt him spasm and lose it himself. He was coming inside her. God that was hot. His warm semen filled her up and the squished out around his penetrating member, making the wet sloping sounds of their fucking even wetter and messier. As her own orgasm rode out, she briefly fantasized that she might get pregnant. His warm seed taking root and filling up her womb.
He shuddered and finished, slowed to a stop. Her fantasy quickly withered and died on the vine as he plopped out of her with a sloppy plop, leaving her empty and leaking. The loss of both were disappointing; his cock, and her brief fantasy.
Megan couldn't get pregnant.
Ovarian cysts when she'd been just seventeen had seen to that. The scarring left her infertile and unable to ever bear her own children. Most of the time she didn't care. She and Kyle had gotten married knowing full well their union would never bear such fruit; it was one of the factors in both of them agreeing to an open marriage after just two years together. But sometimes; sometimes she had her little moments of weakness of wondering about something she could never have.
Todd collapsed on the bed next to her, where Kyle normally lay. She shook off the melancholy that normally followed the bursting of such fantasies and collapsed herself, turning to face him with a large grin. Todd was a great lover. She was genuinely fond of him.
Dangerously close to rule three.
"God you're amazing, Megs," he said with the arrogant smirk of a man who's just fucked a woman to orgasm in another man's bed. It made him look sexier than his otherwise some what plain looks could manage.
She smirked back, "Not so bad yourself there lover," she purred back at him and rolled onto her back. She felt more of his seed squish out from between her legs as she moved. She reached over the side of the bed for the towel she'd put there earlier to wipe herself up.
"I have no idea why Kyle lets you mess around, if you were mine I'd guard you like a hawk," he said, with the same smirk on his face. She didn't find it as sexy this time.
She rolled her eyes a little and sat up. She kept her smile in place, but she didn't feel it as much. Why the fuck did he have to bring Kyle up after sex? Couldn't he let her bask for like, ten minutes at least?
"C'mon now, you know the rules. No talking about spouses after we fuck for at least an hour; I'm still breathing hard," she said. She kept her voice coy, but some of her irritation leaked through she was sure.
His smile faded from arrogant smirk to a slight wince, "Right, sorry."
She reached over to her night stand and grabbed a clip to pull her hair up.
It was too late, he'd spoiled the moment for her. Maybe she wasn't as attached as she thought. That was probably a good thing.
She swung her feet out of bed and got up. She needed to take a shower. Maybe she shouldn't done this in her house, she didn't feel right leaving Todd alone in her and Kyle's bedroom. She sighed softly as she stood up.
"Hey, sorry, won't happen again. Come back to bed," he said. His tone was placating. The same tone of voice he'd use with his wife during one of their dinner parties when he'd brought out the wrong bottle of wine.
That irritated her. She wasn't his wife. She didn't want to be his wife. She liked being his lover. But she already had a husband. She didn't need another.
"It's fine," she said, just to get out of the conversation. She leaned over and kissed him quickly. She pulled away before he could entangle her on the bed again, "I just need a shower. Kyle will be home in a couple of hours and I need to clean up."
He didn't say anything, just watched her walk naked into the master bathroom. He was admiring, almost leering at her.
That, she liked.
She knew she looked good. She worked hard to look good.
She'd been a knock out when she'd met Kyle and gotten married nine years ago at the tender age of twenty-three. At thirty-two she was still a bombshell. Kyle said she looked even better now than she had then. She almost agreed. She had a medium build, with athletic hips and curves; long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She kept her body tight and toned with a regiment of yoga and jogging. She was very careful with her diet, didn't smoke, drank only socially, and spent money to stay in the latest fashions and hairstyles. She liked having sex a lot, and looking good was how she was able to have just about any man she wanted, married or not.
Men like Todd.
She turned the water on to the shower and stuck her hand in to feel for when it turned warm enough to enter.
Todd was good looking enough, smart enough, and masculine enough to make the moves on a hot woman, married or not. He was her preferred type of lover. Successful enough in his own life to not want to rock the boat and mess up hers. He had his own wife, house, career, and life to think of. He would provide her with the taboo, thrill seeking sex she craved, without trying to break her and her husband up.
Megan stepped into the shower and quickly rinsed the sweat off. She cupped her hands and filled them with warm water, then splashed her face; scrubbing lightly. She loved her husband. A lot. She didn't want to lose him, but she'd figured out very quickly in her life that one partner was not enough for her.
College had been a wild and rough time. She'd bounced through partners like a bumblebee in a summer meadow, sampling the nectar of a dozen different guys in her sophomore year alone. Then had come the fights, and the jealousy of the guys finding out she hadn't been dealing exclusively with any of them. It had been a pretty upsetting emotional time for her as she had been labeled 'party slut', and 'easy'. Slut was such a male word. She hated it. So what if she liked sex? It was alright for guys to like sex with as many partners as they could dip their wicks in, but a girl was a slut if she wanted to play around? Fuck that.
By the time she'd met Kyle at the beginning of her senior year, she'd been in the phase of trying to 'settle down'. Telling herself her party days were behind her, and she wanted a steady partner to spend her life with. Kyle had been - still was - perfect. A grad student five years her senior, he'd courted and wood her like no other man ever had. He'd made her feel like a lady, a princess, and still had enough confidence and machismo to play the aggressor in bed that she loved.
She wasn't a 'sub' by any means; she didn't care for any of that scene. Bondage was not her thing. But she liked her partner to be in charge. To be confident enough in their own worth as a lover to take what they wanted from her; to insist. She didn't, nor ever had, anything like rape fantasies; but she did get royally turned on by a guy who would push her up against the wall and kiss her until she relented.
The bathroom door opened. She opened her eyes and watched Todd step in. She fought down a little twinge of irritation. This was her bathroom, not some hotel room. This was normal space for her. She was beginning to remember why rule number two was in place. Never at our house.
He just smiled at her.
"Sorry about that back there. I know better," he said quietly.
She was about to tell him that it was fine and he should forget it, and also decided in the same moment that it was going to be the last time with him.
He stopped her with a kiss, placing his hands on her waist. He forced open her mouth and drew her tongue into his mouth. Damn this man could kiss.
He pushed her lightly, but forcefully up against the wall and wrapped his arms around her. She could feel his erection stiffening against her stomach. Goddamn, again, already?
Okay, maybe one more time.
She gave no resistance when he pulled one of her legs up and held it against the wall, spreading her apart. Nor did she say anything when she felt him push himself into her again, forcing her insides open to accommodate his length. She let her head fall back against the shower wall with a thunk. Gasping in pleasure.
