Wicked Ch. 02

Chapter Four

Edited: Cambria Rose

His wife was moaning. She was riding bronco style on some fat bastards' cock, grinding her pelvis against his, and her flower was flexing on another man's rod.

The guy looked awfully like his former boss. The one who took all the credit for his project, gave him a sympathetic hand on shoulder, bought him a planter and kicked his ass out to explore the merits of being thirty eight and unemployed during recession. "You see, Dan, times are lean." He said. What he meant to say was "I lost the Chinese market due to incompetence, and in order to keep paying my absurd salary we need to cut on some people who actually do some work around here but don't know how to suck to the right people."

His wife was still moaning. How come she doesn't see he's hurting? When did she stop caring? And why is that woodpecker keeps pecking at my shoulder?

"Daddy, it's seven thirty, I'm going to be late for school." His son, Tom, was hitting his shoulder.

"Huh?" Dan picked up his head up and tried to remember where he was. His cheek had little red squares marks from sleeping on the computer's keyboard.

"I've got a Shavuot ceremony at school, the teacher said we should be ten minutes early. Get up." Tom had gotten Ana's genes in regard to being punctual and responsible.

"Where's your sister?"

"Downstairs, I made her a cereal and got her all ready and dressed."

Dan imagined the scene that must have included lots of tears and name calling. Liana inherited his love for sleeping late and taking it slow in the morning and during the rest of the day as well. He hurried downstairs.

"I wanted Mom to help me but the bedroom door is locked."

Reality poured a ton of bricks right on top of Dan's head, molten lava bricks. Last night images shot into his heart like poisoned arrows. His wife, the stranger in his bedroom and her moans of pleasure.

"Are you ok, Dad?"

"Sure thing, Little Man." Dan sat down on the stairs breathing hard. She must have been with her lover till early morning. He might even still be there with her now.

"Daddy, I don't want stupid cereal. I want scrambled eggs and Tom made me wear the football socks I hate." Liana cried from the bottom of the stairs.

"Right on, Goodlivinsky." Dan smiled faintly at her. He picked himself up on legs that felt suddenly unsecure. It was still 2012, the world didn't stop spinning, there was no new middle east and there were still people who depended on him. His kids needed to be protected, to remain oblivious to the drama. He'll keep them ignorant at least until they're old enough, when he might consider answering tough questions like why did Daddy take his M-16 from his reservist unit and shoot Mommy in the face.

"You're a spoilt crybaby." Tom said to his sister.

"Don't do that." Dan said.

"She is. Why do you have to insist on scrambled eggs?" Tom made a face at his sister.

Liana placed her hands on her hips. "'Cause I'm a woman and I have a tummy and that tummy has sometimes macaroni, sometimes chocolate, and now it wants to have scrambled eggs in it."

"Nya, nya, nya." Tom gave his best shot. "Fat Princessa."

The delicate princess kicked Tom's knee and punched him in the groin.

Tom was about to declare war when Dan picked him up and diffused the situation by tickling Tom's stomach, thus imposing cease-fire by giggling. When he finished he ushered Liana onto the couch.

"There you go, Princess," He said while he replaced her pair of white socks with a pair of "Hello Kitty" she loved. "While I make the egg you go find me the hairbrush. See, Tommy," Dan said as Liana scurried away. "You can get ten times more cooperation with her using kindness."

"Daddy, is Mommy coming over to see me at the ceremony? She said she would."

"I'm going to be there."

"You never come."

"But I will. No rain or giants or even dragons are gonna stop me." Dan scrambled the egg and poured it into the pan.

"But I want Mommy to see me too, I'll wake her up."

"No."

"But, Dad..."

"No buts!"

"But-"

"Tom!" Dan raised his voice.

"Oh, man. I wish I was born to another family." Tom mumbled.

"A bit overdramatic." I wish it was another family too. Dan tried to polish the hurt from his aching chest by zoning into the mundane world of scrambled egg making. Ana could make eggs, pancakes, cereal, sandwiches for school using her left, clear the dishwasher, answer the phone, and clean the kitchen with her right. Dan could make scrambled eggs without botching if he used both hands and concentrated on the task. "There you go," He placed half the content in Tom's plate. "Eat quickly, we gotta go."

"Daddy, Daddy." Liana came running on her short legs. "We got to help Mommy. I heard Mommy scream!"

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Warm nakedness against her skin. Powerful muscles nesting under her arms, broad chest rising beneath her bosom and hard cock pulsing against her leg. It was intoxicating. She could spend her entire day lying in those powerful arms. Then it hit her.

Ana woke up in a fright. What the hell? Her bedroom looked unfamiliar the ceiling looked further away than she remembered. It smelled of unfamiliar sex, sweat, and man cologne. It even sounded different without Dan's snores. Her head rose from the unfamiliar manly chest.

"Shit." She said.

"What's up, babe?" The sleepy man yawned beneath her. "What time it is?"

"Shit, shit, shit." She tried to rise but he pulled her over. "Let go."

He purred like a huge cat.

"It's almost seven thirty." She said

"So? It's Friday."

"We didn't hear the alarm clock I've set for six." Ana cried.

"I sure did, I punched the goddamned thing so hard it stopped bleeping."

Again Ana tried to raise her head but he pulled her back again. "Why on earth did you do that?"

"I didn't sign for boot camp again, you know." He said.

She extracted herself from his hugging hands using force. "Oh my god, you're so stupid."

"Fuck you!"

"My kids need sending to school."

"You've got kids?"

"D'oh." Ana shook her head. In broad daylight Ben didn't look, neither sound, so attractive. On the other tit, he was probably thinking the same thing about her. She rose up from the bed, suddenly feeling very much thirty eight and naked.

He squinted, searching her face. "Are you married?"

"Divorced."

"So you're a hot divorced MILF."

"I don't even know what a MILF is." Ana put on a flowery robe. "Just... I'm going out, you do like a mouse. I don't want my kids to see you or even know you're here. Shit! Shit! Shit! What a fuckup."

"I'm a Leo, I can't do like a mouse."

Wow, what an idiot. Ana unlocked the door and stepped into the hall only to run back inside the bedroom and lock the door three seconds later. She leaned against the smooth wood, breathing hard. Dan was in the kitchen, preparing both kids to school. She couldn't deal with him right now, not like this, not with Ben still in the bedroom.

Someone touched her arm and she almost screamed.

"What is going on here, Ana?" Ben said.

"Don't."

"Aren't you going to wake your kids?"

"They're taken care of."

"By whom?"

She closed her eyes. "My husband."

"I thought you said you're divorced."

"My ex, sorry, it's still very fresh." About twenty seconds fresh.

"What's he doing here?"

"They must have tried to wake me and when that failed they called him for help, he lives nearby." A moment after she said it, Ana thought that her story could win Nobel for lameness.

"Oh, ok." He said.

On the other nipple, Ben didn't exactly wait in line when IQ was distributed.

He leaned forward and kissed her hair. "In that case you're in no hurry, hmmm... We can, you know..." He lifted her hair and touched her neck with his lips.

Ana moaned. "No, wait."

"Why wait?" His naked body pressed against hers and his hand went under the robe to cup her breast. "Hmmm?"

"Ohhh."

"Come on babe." He drew her back to the bed. "Chill out, your kids are in good hands, now you need someone to take care of you."

Ana hesitated. "I need a shower, and a hairbrush."

"You look so goddamn sexy."

"Yeah right."

"Mr. Boner here says so." He grabbed her other breast from behind and kissed her neck. "Let's play A and B?"

Ana escaped his grasp and stumbled over to the door. She placed her ear at the smooth surface and tried to listen to the kitchen sounds.

"How do you play A and B?" Ben said. "I'm glad you asked. An excellent question, if I may add."

"Shut up!"

"I do two things to you and you say which is better. A or B. Then we switch roles."

Dan can't do Liana's hair right.

"Simple." He went over and brushed her neck with his lips, planting a tiny bite. "This is A. Ready for B?" His tongue touched her lobe and then slithered into her ear.

Ana jumped. "Hey, don't do that!"

"I guess it's A, then." Ben said.

"Will you just let me... two seconds for Christ sake?"

He nibbled her neck. Attaching tiny bites to every square inch.

Ana moaned.

"This is A."

He lifted the hem of her dress and planted a love bite on her ass cheek.

"Oh God." Ana moaned.

"A or B?" Ben said.

"Huh?"

"A or B? Which is better?"

"Which what is better?" She said "Can't you be quiet for like two seconds?"

Dan can't take Liana to the kindergarten, he will drop her at the gate and she needs to be escorted so that the teacher will see her. He's such an astronaut.

"Is this really your ex-husband out there?" Ben said.

"Huh?"

"Or maybe your ex is a drug addict?"

"Shhh... Shush."

"A pedophile perhaps?"

"What on earth are you talking about?" Her husband raised his voice in the kitchen and Ana tried hard to hear what he was saying.

"Because your head looks like it had been super-glued to that door. What is it? I've stepped into some family crisis?"

"No, that's my usual morning exercise. Shut up!"

Ben sighed. "Ok, this is A." He kneeled down, lifted her robe and licked her inner thigh slowly. His tongue pressed against her skin and his hands kneaded her buttocks. "Now this is B." Ben spread her ass cheeks.

No one is shouting, no one is crying. I bet Dan didn't made them breakfast. His tongue does feel nice. Oh my God. Ben's wet tongue touched her anus, stood hesitating for a second before it boldly pressed and entered her ass. Ana finally lifted her head from the door and looked at Ben. "What the hell?"

He pulled out. "Liked it?" He said.

"That's totally gross." She said. Her body at this point decided it begs to differ. She felt the wetness between her legs and her thighs trembled. The wetness grew to a river and a tiny splotch sound could be discerned in the moment of awkward silence.

"You are leaking." Ben said.

Ana could still feel the touch of his tongue inside her anus. She craved that feeling again.

"Should I do that again?" He said.

Ana clenched her ass muscles. "You know I use that place to poop?"

"Poop, ha, ha." Ben said in a moment of immaturity and pressed his tongue again at her folds.

"Oh, God."

His tongue slithered inside her delicate tissues and Ana forgot all about her husband and her kids. She leaned her head against the door but not in attempt to listen. She surrendered completely to the new alien sensation. Alice was so right, this is sooo good. She never thought of her ass in other terms outside the getting rid of processed food, functionality. "Oh my God." She moaned. It was disgusting, it was forbidden and she allowed a man that she met last night touch her like her husband never did. Her legs were shaking so hard, they almost collapsed under her.

Ben, encouraged, pulled her ass cheeks harder to each side and wiggled his tongue even further, drilling into her inner sanctum. He rubbed and pushed, took it out and pressed it right in. His hands kneaded her perfect ass globes and her muscular thighs. Each time Ben's tongue went out of her anal crevice, a wet sound could be heard. Her ass muscles flexed as her body tried to expel the invader out and her back was covered with sweat from and those salty drops mixed with the invading tongue.

Outside her window the parakeets were mating and quarrelling again. Her butterflies went berserk and she could hear the drip, drip, drip of her vaginal fluids as they splashed on her bedroom floor.

"Ahhhh, God." Ana moaned. "I need..."

Ben increased his tempo, sending his tongue deeper and wiggling it harder. Her soft tissues expanded at the warm invader, sucking Ben's tongue further in.

"I need..." She sent her hand to her crevice and touched her clitoris. The touch was too much to bear and her legs folded. Ben's strong arms lifted her back.

"I need..." She mumbled, almost delirious.

"What?" Ben finally left her back hole, creating a vacuum and longing to the wet touch.

"Pound me." Ana whispered.

"What?" Ben said.

"Fuck me." Ana said.

"You'll have to speak louder, sweetheart."

"Do me, pound me, drill me, fuck me, hit me." Ana heard the words and couldn't believe that they were coming out of her mouth. Someone else was speaking. A slutty Ana that was born yesterday and now for good and for bad was part of her life.

Ben picked a condom, rose, pushed her forward but hugged her below the waist so that she bended towards the bedroom door. He lifted her robe and centered his cock at her dripping vagina. He then took his time to put on the rubber, and Ana almost screamed in frustration.

Wham. He drilled her core and his skin slapped hard against her ass.

Ana screamed her ecstasy.

Wham.

Again she screamed.

Wham...

A tsunami wave of ecstasy rose.

Wham...

She could feel the cock as it plunged into her inner sanctum. She was powerless and powerful at the same time.

Wham...

I wonder how that would feel right up my ass.

Wham...

All those years of quiet dignified sex with Dan, she never knew what she was missing.

Wham...

She has tasted bland porridge all her life, while out there was a world full of caviar, champagne, and a multitude of dishes that can blow away your taste buds.

Wham...

It took exactly seven penetrations. The tsunami wave inside her hit shore, drowned everyone and consumed her butterflies by boiling lava. The world exploded and so did Ana. A jet of warm fluid erupted from the folds of her vagina, hit the bedroom door, and pooled on the floor. Her legs shook and she fell to the wet floor with Ben on top of her, still embedded deep inside her.

It was at that moment that they both heard a three fast knocks on the door.

"Oh, God." Ana gulped air.

Again, three knocks, more rapid.

"Who...?" Ana tried to draw oxygen in. "What...?"

Someone outside banged on the door with a fist. "It's Dan!"

"Wha'... What?" She managed.

"Your little daughter, Liana, remember her? She wants to see that you're alright."

Ana forced herself to stand up on wobbly feet. The world swam.

"Go hide!" She whispered harshly to Ben.

"But I didn't cum yet."

"Boy, you're dumb. Get i-n-s-i-d-e the shower room and close the fucking door." She felt like slapping him.

Ana unlocked her bedroom door, opened it just enough for her to step outside and then shut it behind her.

"Mommy, Mommy." Liana rushed to hug her. "Oooh, yuk, Mommy, you are sticky."

"I fell in the bathroom." Ana checked her kids. Tom looked at her with little resentment. At seven thirty she should have been dressed in a black business suit, every single hair standing in its right place, a model for neatness and professionalism. Just like her, Tom didn't appreciate any changes in his daily routine.

"Tom hit me and called me names, Mommy. You should put him in his room." Liana was her usual self, in a world where five year old's were the center of the universe, she didn't notice anything wrong. As for Dan... Ana didn't have the guts to look him in the eye so she didn't know what he looked like.

"Are you insane?" Dan's voice sounded strange.

"Will you drive us to school today?" Tom said.

"Dad will." Ana said.

"But he never does."

"Tom, take your sister to the kitchen. I need to talk to Dad in private."

"But, Mom, we're already late for-"

"Tom! Right now!"

Her kids scurried away, even Liana gave her a strange look now, finally noticing that something had changed with her Mom.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Dan sounded furious.

Change the subject, attack, don't let him take charge of the conversation. "Why does Liana's hair looks like a nest of birds?"

"I didn't have time to fix it, yet."

Good, push him into defense. Don't let up. "Tom's shirt has a stain, he can't go to school like that."

"Do you think you're in court, talking to some stupid fuck kid attorney? I'm the person you married. Look at me!"

She finally looked. He wasn't furious, he was hurting and that was her doing. Ana felt her heart breaking. What has she done?

"Open marriage, Ana. You promised the kids would not feel or know anything. You said everything will be the same!" Dan was on the brink of bursting in tears or bursting her head with his fist, she wasn't sure which it was, perhaps both.

"It was your stupid idea that I bring my dates here." She said.

"You should have kicked his ass long before they were awake."

"This is it!" She raised her voice. "That's exactly the problem here. Why is it an obvious default that I wake up every morning at six, prepare the kids, and drive them to school? I work hard to support this family, just as... Hell, what am I saying, you don't work." Ana regretted the words the moment they came out.

Dan stared at her in shock.

"I didn't mean for it to sound this way." She softened her tone.

"Sure, it just slipped." He said.

"Dan."

"Lots of things slipped last night. Like the huge pack of condoms you accidently bought. Was it worth it?"

"The sex?"

"Was it worth destroying our marriage?"

"Me? I destroyed our marriage? You hypocrite son of a bitch, I've struggled for so many years to keep this relationship functional. How dare you? How dare you!" The anger stored by years of being emotionally starved rose up and started boiling.

"That is an answer to my question, then. Congratulations. Alice should be proud."

"Oh, she would, I'm not ashamed of last night. I didn't do anything that we didn't agree on."

The knife in Dan's stomach was already so deep, her last twist on the handle didn't hurt much. There is a red line in pain where the heart goes numb. "Great." He said.

"Oh, it was great, far better than anything you and I ever did. Light years better."

Well, there are places beyond that red line, apparently. Dan wanted to slap her, to punch her perfect lips so hard she wouldn't be opening them soon. Instead he did the best next thing. "When Tom and Liana turn eighteen I'll tell them what a slut their mom turned out to be."

Ana raised her hand and slapped his cheek so hard, the sound resonated off the walls.

Dan clenched his fist.

"Stop!"

He raised his hand.

Ana protected her face.

Wham! His fist hit the wall near her head. Dan gathered his fingers inside his other palm, turned his back to her without saying a word, and limped back to the kitchen.

"That's right, do what you're best at, run away, Dan." She cried at his back. She then ran back into her bedroom, slammed the door shut and locked it. Ana then sat down on the broken bed, buried her face in her palms, and started sobbing hysterically.

"Em... Ana, did you see where I placed my car keys?" Ben said from the bathroom.

Such a sensitive soul. "I dumped them in the drawer next to the bed, with your wallet and underwear."

"Thank God, I thought I'd lost them." He came over and placed his hand on her shoulder.

Ana didn't have the energy to push him away.