Fucking a Friend Pt. 10

The need I had for her before was so minuscule compared to the weight in which it crushed me now. I spread my free hand against her bottom, the hand she held in hers was soon pressing against her other cheek. Her neck twisted to see my face and I can't help but dip to her and touch her lips with the same need I feel elsewhere in my body.

I angle myself and begin to push through her tight hole as she takes in a deep breath. I reach forward, kissing her sweaty auburn strands of hair before I feel flesh part. The moment the slightest tip of my heat pushed forward, she tensed and clenched herself against me. Jillian, so tight and warm, had no idea how much it took to both not just cum at that exact moment and to not just claim her in one full thrust of my hips.

I felt her sway and rock, unable to imagine the combination of pain and pleasure that she could be feeling at that moment. That alone forced me to be slow but I definitely took notice of everything she did. I watched how she reacted to me, how she moved, how she breathed, and how she spoke. It didn't speak to me like a woman in pain, but rather someone who was completely given in to the moment and me.

Again, it was what I was doing to her.

Her thighs trembled, claiming mine to steady her. Bracing myself, I angled myself on one arm and reached over her. While definitely more uncomfortable for myself, it was the most immediate way that I could take more of what she offering me. I heard a stifled cry as I began push further into her and then the most incredulous and infuriating thing happened.

My cell phone rang. My first instinct was to let it continue. The thought struck me that it must be close to 6. Olivia was calling to let me know she was coming home, wasn't she?

"God damn it," Jillian cursed, saying exactly what I was going to say, "she's coming home isn't she?"

Kissing Jillian on the small of her back, I simply said, "Yes". I lingered a moment more, my mind trying to do the math in a rational way. Unable to get a grip on all the variables because there was no blood running to my brain at the moment, Jillian shifted her body and became the responsible adult. Well, as responsible as one could get when having an affair.

"Fifteen minutes," she turned to look at me in bed, "We have fifteen minutes." We both laughed. The fact that she knew how long it took to get from the mall to my house astounded me. Especially since she could have only driven here four times. Tops.

In a frenzy of motion, Jillian ran to the dryer and put her clothes on. I had already cleaned myself, disposed of all the evidence of the sexual nature of our afternoon. I put on the clothes I wore earlier in the day while also folding the clothes we had worn before we started having sex.

Three minutes to spare and Jillian pulled me to her lips, kissed me, before licking my lips with her tongue, "God damn this is fun." she cackled before smacking my ass as I rushed past her to begin connecting the tv and the other components.

Jillian had gone into the den and began knocking books off, only to begin the act of putting books on the shelves as the front door opened.

I turned from my position on the ground behind the tv console and smiled at my wife, "I saw you called and listened to you message. Did you have a good day?"

She smiled at me and I could see how impressed she was, "You're done?" she was genuinely surprised. Her gaze went to the doorway behind me as Jillian greeted her.

They hugged and Olivia had asked her if I had behaved today.

Jillian laughed, nodded, and told her that I was on my very best behavior.

I continued to fiddle with wiring and plugs while my wife and lover made small talk for a few minutes before Jillian decided to excuse herself. "After all, you just got home and I know the two of you want to spend some time together in your new home."

She wasn't wrong and I waved goodbye to her as she left. I caught a glimpse of her smile and wink as the door closed as my wife came to me, pulling me up by my hair.

"Seeing you hot and sweaty," she kissed me on the lips, "makes me want to take you right here."

I kissed her back and spent the rest of the night making love to her. I woke up about 3 am and wrestled my body away from Olivia's, who didn't move. I went to the kitchen to get a bottle of water and happened to look down at my phone.

Jillian had texted me. At first, I was excited because all I initially saw was her naked body on the bed. It took a few minutes for my eyes to dart next to where she was laying. There was a naked man in bed with her.

It was Randy. I read her texts.

"Got home. He was here."

"We talked. Drank."

"Got naked. Fucked."

"God damn you, John."

I texted back to her, "Why. What did I do?"

"I wanted more. "

"It didn't go away when I left."

"I couldn't help myself."

"It's ok." I texted, "Was he good?"

"Ok." she responded, "I hate you."

"No you don't."

Fuck you was her reply.

"Good night ;P," was our last correspondence.

I stood in the darkened kitchen, my mood conflicted at the moment. I downed the water, wishing to hell it was liquor. I tossed the bottle to where I thought the sink was and returned to my wife's side.

I peeled the sheets back and began to kiss up her thigh, moving onto her back. I splayed her thighs wide and began to feast on her flesh, desiring nothing more than to rid myself of this demon called lust but at the same time giving in, once more, into it's tendrilled embrace.