Coming Together

"I bet she wears you out. How often are you tapping that?"

Oh god, make it stop, Iain thought. But he had to say something, his silence was becoming too awkward, and that was a direct question he couldn't just hmmm his way out of. "Four, maybe five times..." he began.

"Not bad," Richard said, and took a sip. "Give you a day to recover I suppose."

"...since Christmas," Iain finished. Richard spat the whisky across the room, choking in astonishment.

"Fuck me, you know it's summer, right? That's less than once a month. Sweet Jesus, no wonder you were all over Suzi like a rash, you must have had bollocks like fucking watermelons!"

"It's just sex. It's not everything."

"You serious? I mean, I can imagine a couple of days off after a big session, you know, to recover and build up the stamina and the tension. But weeks?" Richard couldn't believe it. Linda was fucking him after less than a day together, but wouldn't sleep with Iain for weeks at a time. He must have a really tiny dick, and be really shit in the sack. "What's the problem, man? She still loves sex," Richard started. Just maybe not with you?

"Yeah. The sex is great, when it happens. But we lead busy lives and it's hard to find time, you know, with the kids and everything."

Bullshit, Richard thought. "You must have time for a quickie during the week, an hour or so to fool around in?"

An hour for a quickie, Iain thought. Our lives are very different. "Nah, I only have a couple of hours a night and that's eating and wind-down time. And she's got these two jobs, the school and with Suzi. And the boys are older now and want to stay up later."

"Don't they fuck off to clubs at the weekend or something?" Richard wouldn't drop it. "You tried, err, persuading her?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know, keep going until she's into it. You're her husband."

"Hell no." There had been a time, when hormones ruled, that either of them would have teased and tempted the other into starting a session. But then Linda was assaulted, back when they were at college, by some shithead with a sense of entitlement. And since then, dominance wasn't a game to Iain.

"I'm not saying rape her, for chrissakes. Just... Remind her how good it feels, and let her body come around."

We need to leave, Iain thought. He's toxic. He's a vile misogynist. A throwback to the 1960's. Fortunately, he didn't have to reply, as the women were approaching from the hallway. Suzi in a figure-hugging black dress, and Linda in a tight skirt and a top with a deep V-neck.

"Ah, good evening ladies," Richard said - all charm and poise again in company, rather than the letch Iain had just been talking to. God, how he hated him. He reminded Iain of every bully who'd kicked him, scattered his pencil case across the classroom, stolen his ideas at work. He was bubbling with rage. But he'd spent his life supressing these kinds of feelings. He greeted Suzi with a kiss on both cheeks, then took Linda in his arms and gave her a hug.

"Wow, let me breathe," she said.

"I want to leave. I'm not comfortable here, with them. With him."

"Sssh, it'll be fine. And I've got plans for you later. Just be polite, and we'll be upstairs as quick as we can."

"I love you, honey."

"Love you too, bunny. Let me show you how much, after dinner."

///

Such was the tension that had built between them all afternoon, they barely made it into the bedroom before starting to tear off each other's clothes. Iain pushed Linda back against the door and it slammed closed, and he kissed her hard like he meant to swallow her from the mouth down.

"Whoa there," Linda broke away and tried to catch her breath. "Calm down or you'll blow your wad before we get started. And I've quite a list of things to do to you tonight." Iain raised an eyebrow, and Linda winked.

"I've got something for you, too."

"I can see that."

"Heh, yeah. But first..." He passed her a large cardboard box from the counter.

"What the hell?" she asked. She took the box and sat on the edge of the bed to open it. Inside, wrapped in tissue paper, was a vision of purple satin edged with lace. It looked tiny, but was mostly silk laces on the sides... And there were seamless satin knickers to go with it.

"Wow. It'll never fit, but thank you, it's beautiful!"

"No, you're beautiful." Iain came across and sat beside her. "I thought it was high time I treated you." And the fact that I'll be looking at you in it is completely incidental.

"I love it. I love you." She leant over for a kiss, and they lost themselves in each other. Iain stroked her hair, and slowly started moving his hand down her body. He teased at her neck, brushed her hair from her shoulder, got distracted for some time by her full, firm breast, before continuing lower. Linda spread her legs wider to given him access, but flinched as he touched her.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, just a bit sore, apparently," she said.

"I'm not surprised! That's quite a cock on that guy."

I've had bigger, Linda thought to herself. But knew better than to say so, to Iain of all people. So insecure. But still, "Jealous?" slipped out before she could stop herself.

Yes, Iain thought. I've not seen that look on your face before - that look of primal pleasure - that he saw through the patio curtain. He shook his head, hoping to throw the memory loose. That was so not what he wanted to be thinking about right now.

"I'll be gentle," he said. Shame, Linda thought, but again said nothing as he lowered her down to the bed and started to slide off her underwear.

"Didn't it hurt?"

Danger, Linda thought. But Iain was looking at her sex with lust lighting his eyes. Maybe she could tease him with it a little. "Only at first. And you know how an edge of pain can do it for me sometimes." In response, Iain scratched playfully at her thigh. "You could kiss it better, if you like?" A laugh. "Shall I put on...?" Linda gestured over to the lingerie box.

"No time. I need you, right now," Iain said, and fell onto her.

But the day's events were playing on his mind. Thoughts of her with Richard plagued his imagination. He saw them in positions they hadn't taken, doing things they hadn't done. And his conversation in the kitchen with Suzi kept going around in his mind - I lost count of the number of men we've shared - and afterwards with Linda - not the first time I've licked her cum off a guy's lips. It was a scab, and he couldn't help but pick at it.

"So, about all these guys you shared with Suzi..." he said. He tried to keep it light, but anger had crept into his voice.

"Really? You want to do this now?"

Iain stopped pumping, raised up on his arms and looked her in the eye. "I just wanted to know..."

"No Iain, you don't. Not now, not like this. Let's just enjoy our night together, fuck knows we get little enough opportunity." She was angry, but not too far gone, not yet.

"I just... I've got to clear it out of my head. Work it through and then it'll be done. Please, I want to know."

"No. You don't." She was properly fucked off now. "You want to dwell on it. You pretend like you want every sordid detail but if I tell you it will eat you inside and you'll resent it. We've been here before, with Steve, remember?"

"Maybe if you told me, I might do some of it?"

"It was just sex, Iain. You loved me, you made love to me. They didn't, so they fucked me and used me, and sometimes that's what I needed. You could never have treated me like they did because you cared for me. Fuck's sake, you were off at college doing god knows what and I was stuck at school doing my A-levels, fit and blonde and stacked and horny, and they would do anything to get in my pants. And yes, I loved it. Suzi said you'd be screwing your way round college so why shouldn't I? I didn't want to believe her but when we met up at weekends, you'd suddenly got so good in bed that I thought you had to be sleeping around!"

"No, I would never... I was up all night, reading sex manuals and shit, wanting to impress you! I wanted to make you happy!" tears rolled down his face as Iain realised the extent of his mistake. If he'd left well enough alone, they'd be making love now, rekindling their relationship. Now, it felt like it was over.

This was so fucked up, Linda thought. "This was all half a lifetime ago, why do you have to rake over the past?" Damn you Iain and your insecurities. Why couldn't you just shut up and fuck me? "I can't be dealing with your bullshit right now. You need to sort yourself out, or we're finished. Hell, I can't even look at you." She stormed towards the landing, snatching a robe on the way, and slammed the door behind her.

Iain buried his head in the pillows and sobbed. What was wrong with him? This weekend was supposed to bring them back together and now they were as apart as they'd ever been. And when he noticed the cardboard box had gone too, he wailed in despair.

///

How fucking dare he! Why did he have to ruin the night like that with ancient history. Linda hated that Iain lived in the past... Always thinking of past glories, of how things used to be years ago, good or bad. Like he was so disappointed with the present that he wanted to wallow in nostalgia. He was so damn busy looking backwards he was neglecting their life now, which did not bode well for their future.

The anger burned, and fuelled the fire in her loins. Having spent most of the afternoon revving each other up, she couldn't just put a lid on it now. Recalling her words from earlier - sometimes a girl just wants to be fucked - she threw off the robe right there on the landing, and wriggled into the satin body, being sure to lace it tight on each side. Hot as fuck, she thought, catching a view in the mirror - basically naked from the side view, with well-presented boob and criss-cross laces, and practically painted on at the front. She walked up to Richard and Suzi's bedroom, opened the door and stepped right in, leaning on the doorpost.

"Fuck me, is it my birthday already?" said Richard, eyes nearly popping out. He reached over for the TV remote to click off the porn channel he was watching.

"No, leave it." Linda thought it was setting the mood perfectly. She glanced around the room - black cabinets, black silk sheets, steel frames, mirrors on the wardrobes and, she noted, on the ceiling. Tacky as fuck but tonight that suited her just fine. She closed the door and started to slink over to him. "You started something in the tub earlier that you didn't finish. I need that cock in me, deep inside me. I want you to use me, and not hold back. I need you to make me cum hard tonight, all night. You up for it, stud?"

Richard reached out and grabbed her arm, and pulled her onto the bed. Kneeling between her legs, he ran his hands quickly up her legs, catching the lacing on the negligee and pushing it up over her hips, so he could then tear off the knickers.

"Babe, I'm always fucking ready," he said. He grabbed her hips and slid her up his legs, positioned his cock and buried it deep inside her.

///

Suzi came up the stairs and made her way to the master bedroom, but stopped with her hand on the doorknob. There were voices coming from inside, "Take it, yeah, that's it", "Oh god, oh god, don't stop". At first Suzi thought it was just Richard watching porn again, until she realised that the woman's voice was Linda's. What the hell? She thought. What happened to the special night she'd planned with Iain?

Suzi crept along the landing to the second bedroom. If Linda was with Richard, then what was Iain doing? She slowly opened the door, and found him, naked and lying on his front, head buried in the pillows and fists full of duvet.

"Iain?"

He tensed, but didn't turn round. "Leave me alone, please." he sniffed.

"Oh Iain, what happened?"

"I fucked it all up. I'm such a shithead. I don't deserve her. I don't deserve anyone."

Suzi closed the door and went over to the bed, sat on the edge and started stroking his back. Not really knowing how, she found smooth comforting words, and slowly Iain relaxed and raised his head from the pillow, all snotty and puffy-eyed. She passed him some tissues from the bedside cabinet to clean up, and then he leapt at her, threw his arms round her shoulders, and sobbed some more onto her shoulder.

"That's not true, it's not," she replied. "You are a wonderfully loving husband, always kind and thoughtful. Linda loves you so very much."

"Yeah? Then why's she run to Richard? What does he have that I don't?"

A huge cock, Suzi thought; tonight was clearly not a night for gentleness and compassion. Not for Linda anyway. "Nothing. He's got nothing on you. Come here you big silly."

They embraced for several minutes, and Iain's breathing slowly returned to normal. But right on the edge of hearing, Suzi was aware of the voices carrying down the hall ("fuck me with that huge cock", "jeez you're so tight and wet"). Feeling somewhat awkward, she reached over and turned the radio onto a soft jazz station, just loud enough to cover the voices.

"Thank you," Iain said. "Look at me, how fucked up am I? I push my wife into the arms of another guy, and get a hard-on listening to her getting fucked in a way I never could."

"Don't do this to yourself, Iain. You're better than this." She kissed his forehead. What he needs right now is a distraction. "Let's see if we can't get you smiling again. Lie down." Suzi pushed gently on his chest so he was lying back on the bed. "Do you trust me?" she asked, with a smile.

"Not really," Iain managed a grin. "Why?"

Suzi took the loose end of one of the silk scarves that were tied to the bedpost, and tied it around Iain's wrist. She crawled onto him, kissed him, and rolled over to the other side so she could tie up his other arm.

"Do I need a safe word?" he asked.

"I promise not to hurt you," she replied. "Much. I just don't want you able to touch yourself." Suzi walked slowly round the bedroom, lighting the candles that were placed on counters and in stands around the room. She could feel Iain's eyes boring into her back, her arse, her head as she slinked round the bed. Finally, she returned to the door, bolted it, and turned off the light.

The candles gave the room a warm, cosy glow. Suzi's body lit up as the soft luminance reflected from the natural oils and sweat on her skin. She looked, and felt, utterly beautiful. Iain's mouth went dry, and he smacked his lips before licking them.

Then Suzi began to dance. Slowly swaying to the jazz, swinging her hips to and fro, snakelike in its sensuousness. She ran her hands down her sides - oh so slowly over her breasts, her tiny waist, the slight swell of her hips, cupped her arse. She looked over to Iain laying transfixed on the bed, absolutely rock hard and clearly trying to get loose so he could pleasure himself. Good, she thought. He's forgotten about the others already. Tonight, he's mine.

She turned to face him and continued the dance. Licking her finger, she traced the long chain necklace down from her neck, slowly over her chest, stroked her breasts where the chain settled across them, and down into the hidden depths of her cleavage. Swaying side to side, she leant forward slightly to present Iain with a superb view down the V of the dress, as her boobs hung low and swayed gently with her. She rested her hands on the edge of the bed and leant forwards, just out of reach of Iain's feet. She bit her lip, then looked him straight in the eye, and mouthed "I'm going to fuck you," licked between his toes on one foot, then stood back up.

"God..." was about all Iain could manage.

Suzi turned side-on, so Iain could catch her in profile while she did the slowest, most sensual slut-drop he'd seen. Then as she stood, she reached for the zip and slowly ran it down the side of the dress. More and more skin appeared until the dress was completely undone. Iain could only watch, enraptured, as Suzi peeled the tight fabric from her hot petite frame. Almost drooling now, Iain gaped as he saw the black lace undergarments - bra, kickers, suspender belt, stockings - and was glad he couldn't touch himself as he'd probably be cumming already.

Yet still Suzi danced. She picked a cube of ice from the bucket and ran it over her skin, her breasts, her nipples so they stood out through the thin lace. Iain watched as the water tricked down her skin, across her navel, and disappeared into the tiny triangle of fabric covering her sex. Iain imagined how wet it must be in there, even without the rivulets tricking down her body.

Suzi turned her back to the bed again, and weaved her shapely derriere. The underwear was a high-waisted thong, highlighting her bubble butt. She stood A-frame with her legs apart, hooked her thumbs through the waistband and slowly started to draw the knickers down across her backside. Gradually she leant forwards, peeling the thin material out of the crack of her arse, until - bent almost double - she freed it from her arse and pussy completely, and let it slide to the floor. Still bent over, she looked across to Iain, and whist staring at his face she reached through her legs and with one finger stroked from her anus up through her moist slit, then brought the finger to her lips, licked it and then sucked it into her mouth.

Iain was whimpering by this point. This was quite possibly the hottest thing he'd ever seen in real life, and it was being done for him. He couldn't believe it.

Suzi turned back to face him, stepped up towards the bed and put one high-heeled foot up onto the end of the bed. The folds of her sex parted, and Iain could see she was practically dripping wet. He longed to touch her, to lick her, but was bound in place. He squirmed against the bonds and rubbed his legs together, trying to get some release.

Suzi had both hands on her ankle, the one on the bed, and slowly ran them up her leg and along her thigh to the clasps holding the stocking. She went to unclip it.

"Don't," Iain said. Suzi looked and raised an eyebrow. "You're so hot and sexy just like that. Keep them on. Please."

"As you wish, master," she said. She put her foot back down, and sashayed back to the foot of the bed. Leaning over again, Iain watched the plunge lace bra struggle to stop her breasts spill out, as she crawled catlike from the foot of the bed up between his spread legs. Without saying another word, she tenderly grasped his raging dick by the base in one hand, stroked it with another, and then started placing tender kisses along the shaft.

Iain started to rock his hips, trying to direct his aching cock into her mouth, but Suzi was wise to it. "Uh-uh," she said, and let go and backed away until he stopped moving. Then she came back, and continued to lick and kiss along the shaft and round the foreskin.

Iain was begging by this point. "Please oh please suck my dick, I'll do anything, just for a second, please..." Suzi took pity on him, and while looking into his eyes she licked her full red lips and then slid them over the head of his cock, then licked round the head with her tongue. He was already quite thickly covered in precum, and she hummed her delight. Steadily she began to bob, suck and lick her best friend's husband's cock, gently stroking up and down, up and down with one hand while working her own clit with the other. Iain rolled his eyes back for a second, then opened again to look back down. He didn't want to miss a second of this.

Suzi took her hand, the one covered in her own pussy juices, and started to carefully massage his balls with it, while all the time slowly working his cock with her mouth. She sunk down, sliding her lips over the shaft until she reached his base, with the tip down in her throat, and she swallowed. Iain gasped; Linda had never got that far with him before, and the feeling was incredible. Suzi rose back up so she could breathe. Iain wished he had his hands free so he could push her back down and hold her there. "Again please, fuck, wow," he managed.