The Beginning of the End Ch. 01

He was determined to last as long as Talia this time, so when Damian responded with, "Not yet." His frustrated groan mirrored that of his wife.

Without warning, Damian flipped Talia to the side. She yelped as he took her by the shoulder to control her fall, and laid her gently on her back. Her cheeks were scarlet. Her golden eyes were unfocused. Clouded with lust. She panted, attempting to catch her breath as Damian repositioned himself above her.

The movement pulled his cock free, and Talia whimpered, squeezing her thighs together, and clutching to Damian's muscular forearms as he held himself above her. His cock hung down, and Phillip couldn't help but marvel at its size once again. Even on all fours, it managed to reach Talia's body, resting just below her navel. Visibly throbbing.

Talia stared up at him, her eyes focusing as she studied his face. He smirked down at her. She seemed to read some meaning from the expression, because she begged with a trembling voice, "Please. Fuck me, Master."

The title was too much. Phillip felt his resolve crumble, and pumped his hand furiously as Damian Pushed forward. Talia shuddered, and dug furrows into the skin of his arms while he buried himself within her.

Phillip felt himself cross the point of no return, bucking into his hand as the wave began to crest. On screen, he watched Damian press against his wife. Her breasts pooled into his chest. She'd let go of his arms and ran a hand through his onyx hair. She threw the other arm back to reach toward the camera. Toward him.

She remembered, and she wanted him to watch as she craned her neck forward and tried to press her lips against Damian's, but he stopped her by placing a hand around her throat and pushed her gently away. She whined, but his index finger found her mouth, and she seemed content to settle for sucking on it as he drove into her over and over again.

Phillip came.

Harder than he ever had before. This time, he let the orgasm take him fully, shooting long spurts of cum across his legs and his stomach. He felt a warm splash against the back of his hand, and groaned. He let the phone tumble to the side, the moans becoming muted as it slipped between the cushions.

He panted, lying back to catch his breath, and listening to the muffled sounds of his wife being ravaged. So much for keeping up. Now that he'd had a satisfying climax, he felt the familiar shame begin to build. Why was he like this? A satisfied hiss escaped from between the cushions. Mocking him.

He rose to shaking knees, and cum began to run down his legs. He went to the bathroom in a daze and cleaned himself up, then grabbed a beer from the fridge before returning to the sofa. His phone was silent. Sara had ended the call, he realized. Were they done? Had he missed Talia cumming?

His phone was sticky, his discarded shorts were still on the coffee table, and there were wet spots on the sofa. Talia would kill him if it was stained, so he grabbed a wet rag and did his best to clean up.

Thirty minutes later, while sipping his second beer and questioning his life choices, his phone vibrated. It was a text from Sara. He hesitated, but ultimately opened it. It wasn't like he could ignore her now. The image filled the screen, and his traitorous dick stirred to life for the third time.

Sara's tattooed arm extended into frame from behind the camera, flashing her familiar peace sign toward the bed. Damian stood in the background, shirtless, but now wearing pants, facing away from the camera, sipping another cocktail. And there, in center frame, was Talia. Face down on the bed with one arm hung over its side. Eyes watery, eyeliner running down her flushed cheeks, and wearing a satisfied grin as she did her best to return Sara's gesture to the camera.

*****

Talia shut the door as quietly as she could, holding her heels in one hand, and the garment bag in the other. She let out a tired sigh, and tossed the heels on the floor before flipping on the lights. Phillip sat waiting on the sofa. She wasn't surprised.

"Still awake? Sorry I'm late. Sara left her lights on and her car battery died. I had to take a bus," she said, nonchalantly. Just a white lie. For his sake.

He stood, and walked toward her. Talia braced herself for his anger. Not the physical kind, Phillip would never hurt her, but he had a habit of deciding after the fact that something needed to be a problem. Although, she'd been expecting this. Especially after she'd, admittedly, gotten a little carried away. But to her surprise, he only reached out and caressed her cheek.

His hands were soft. Small. She immediately chastised herself for the thought, and leaned into his touch. He pulled her closer and she tilted forward, bending downward to kiss him.

The tenderness was refreshing. She allowed him to lead her to the sofa, but stopped to hang the bag she carried on the closet door knob. When she turned around to continue, Phillip asked, "What's that?"

"A dress," she said, dryly.

"From him?"

Aha, she thought, here it is. "It's a four hundred dollar dress, Phillip. And it's not like he can return it now."

His eyes went wide. Here it was. Since she'd known him, Phillip seemed to be eternally surprised at the cost of quality clothing. Talia had considered tossing the garment, but it fit perfectly, and she had to admit, it made her look sexier than anything else in her wardrobe. She didn't have the energy for a fight though. Not tonight.

She moved to him and pulled his arms around her. "It's just a dress. Next time, I'll wear it with you."

She nudged him toward the sofa, and he took the hint, pulling her the rest of the way there. They collapsed onto it together. He was quiet, which Talia took to mean he was upset, but then she noticed the tent in his shorts.

"I see," She purred. "I'm exhausted, but I can at least do this much."

Talia unzipped his pants and withdrew his manhood. She ran a fingernail up and down its underside, watching her husband's face. He inhaled, and she smiled at him.

"Did you enjoy the show?"

"Yesss." He hissed.

"Good." She wrapped a hand easily around his shaft, and began to stroke up and down. It was already slick. "It was just an act, you know."

"Really?" He met her eyes, searching for something as he said, "You seemed pretty into it."

"I'll admit, Damian was... talented." Phillip tried to say something, but she interrupted him with, "but there was no love. It wasn't romantic, just an adventure. One we both enjoyed, right?"

She stopped stroking, waiting for his answer. After a moment, he gave in.

"Right."

In response, Talia moved her hand up and down, faster this time. She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder as she worked. They remained like that, cuddling while she gave her husband a handjob.

"What did you tell him?" He said, suddenly.

"What?"

"In the beginning, you said something, and he laughed. What was it?" His brows were knitted, and he was frowning.

"I told him no kissing," she answered truthfully.

"But you tried to kiss him, at the end."

Her hand paused, for just a second. As casually as she could, she said, "I don't think so, are you sure?"

Phillip opened his mouth to argue, but she interrupted him. "Do you want to finish or not?"

Their eyes locked. It was almost cute how clearly she could see him weighing his options. He nodded, and she smiled as she squeezed him and moved quicker. Ignoring the protests of her arms, sore from the effort of holding herself up all night.

That attempted kiss hadn't been the end. Not even close. After Sara alerted her master that the call was over, things had gotten... out of hand. She didn't want to think about it.

Soon, Phillip was breathing deeply through his nose. Twitching in her grip. She knew her husband. He was close. Talia looked down, and sure enough, his toes were curling into the carpet. She couldn't help but smile, she'd always found that cute.

She took a steadying breath, and stopped once again. He moaned, and asked, "Why-"

"They offered to do it again sometime." Her heart was pounding. "If you want, I mean. I don't care either way."

"I dunno... I need some time to think about it. I enjoyed it, but to be honest it felt a little different than I'd expected."

A heavy silence fell over them. No one said anything for a long while, then she resumed.

"Of course," she said.

Without further interruptions he came quickly, and Talia wiped her hand off on his khaki shorts since they were already stained. She stood, bracing herself against the arm of the sofa until her lightheadedness cleared, then staggered to their room. She paused in the doorway, and called back, "Phillip?"

"Yes?"

"Fold the laundry."