That evening had been monumental between him and Kate, marking a new and exciting chapter in their relationship. Although, he reflected, not one without some element of danger. For the first time, his fantasy had been laid bare to his wife. She appeared to embrace it and even encouraged him to pursue it.
Her reaction in bed that night had betrayed her own conflict, with anguish and arousal in full battle. In the end, arousal had triumphed. But that was for now. Her one request, to which he readily assented, was that he bring home a full account, and allow her to reclaim him.
What remained to be seen was whether their relationship could adjust to this new reality, if indeed his desires were fulfilled. Would Kate be able to handle knowing that he had become intimate with someone else? Would she be overcome with jealousy, or resentment, even though she had granted full permission? Would she worry that it might become more than just sex?
He had admitted to her that he was turned on by her intellect, that they had clicked on levels that went beyond mere physical attraction. She knew him well enough to realize that he was drawn to Emma in a more complete way. This wasn’t just about the desire to scratch an itch. When, and how, and why, does it cross the line from physical to emotional?
It was becoming an obsession. And yet, the more it consumed her, the more intense was her inner conflict. She had no intention, or even desire, to revoke the permission she had granted, even at risk of their marriage. Her gift was born of deep love him and for her desire to see him fulfilled.
He was an attractive and exciting man of strong intensity and gifted intellect. While she hadn’t worried about him straying, she recognized that he must be attractive to other women and had to allow that opportunities might arise that would end in his betrayal. And yet, her trust in him far outweighed any rational concerns. She knew for certain how strong and deep was his love for her.
That is why the revelation of that night in bed was like a dagger to her heart. To hear her loving, devoted husband cry out another’s name as he emptied himself was a shock that she had never anticipated.
She believed him when he said that nothing had happened between him and Emma on that trip. And yet, while that might be true on a physical level, on some other level – intellectual, chemical, perhaps even emotional, he had flirted with the line.
Can one be unfaithful without physical consummation? That was the question, of course.
And thus was her growing anxiety born. And yet, as the weeks went by and his Dallas trip approached, her excitement grew in equal measure. She found herself fantasizing about him with Emma, in a nice hotel room, coupling romantically, the spark turning into flame. As her imagination ran free, she would bring herself to orgasm, tortured by the thought of him fucking another.
Tortured and yet so excited. Not simply out of admiration for her husband, but out of a growing feeling of inferiority, that he would find Emma more sexually fulfilling. Surprisingly, she found herself embracing the feeling, at least during the moments of her highest arousal.
Afterward, though, when she came down, she once again found herself conflicted. This inner turmoil roiled her and gradually grew as Dallas drew nigh.
It was the night before he was to depart. Kate’s stomach was full of butterflies. They hadn’t had sex in a week; hardly unprecedented but nonetheless unusual. She tried to recall why. He had not initiated, uncharacteristically. On the few occasions she had, he pled exhaustion. It hadn’t bothered her to this point, but as they climbed into bed, she practically attacked him.
She kissed him deeply, ran her hands all over his body, reached for his cock. She was thrilled to find it fully erect. She dove between his legs, pulled down his shorts, and took him into her mouth. He moaned in approval and began to run his hands across her body, already naked as she had come to bed ready.
He pulled her off him and kissed her. She rose and swung a leg over him, intending to straddle and then lower herself onto him. She needed this, as much for affirmation on the eve of his trip as for the physical relief she craved.
But he stopped her, shaking his head gently and whispering, “no”, pushing her onto her back and kneeling above her.
Her face betrayed her confusion. He seemed to ignore it as his fingers found her opening. She was soaking wet in hopeful anticipation. But it was his fingers, not his cock, that penetrated her.
He reached up with his fingertips and found her sensitive spot. She drew in her breath and pressed up against him. Her mind was full of anguish, but her body was reacting involuntarily. Her face remained a portrait of puzzlement.
As if he could read her mind, he gazed down at her and spoke softly.
“Not tonight, my dear.” Glancing down at his still-rigid cock, he continued, “this is for her. I’m saving my cum for Emma.”
The words cut through her heart like a knife, yet they almost drove her to climax. She could feel the heat building as his fingers began to do the job that his cock wouldn’t.
“The next pussy that this cock penetrates will be hers, Kate. Not yours. Hers.”
She whimpered, her emotions a mixture of hurt and intense arousal. He continued to finger her and his voice barely rose above a whisper. She reached for his cock, but he cut her off.
“No. Not tonight. I’m saving myself for Emma. Don’t even touch me. Not tonight.”
She should have broken down then, but her body betrayed her. She pressed up into his hand and stared intently at his face as his fingers picked up their pace. The squishing sound echoed off the walls.
It was his next words that broke her.
“I’ve been saving my cum for a full week. I want to fill her to overflowing. It will be my gift to her.”
She was at that beautiful, agonizing point of no return, like floodwaters building up behind a dam until it was at the point of collapse.
“My gift to Emma.”
At the sound of the other’s name, she convulsed. A low, guttural moan emanated from her mouth, feral and intense. Her legs shook violently and she nearly lost consciousness. He was fucking her mercilessly now as she thrashed about on the bed, eyes rolling back in their sockets.
She didn’t know how long it lasted, just that it was the most intense orgasm of her life. By far the most intense.
Conflicting emotions flooded her, and she began to sob uncontrollably. She was thrilled and terrified at the same time.
What had she unleashed?
“I love you so much, Kate.” His words, gentle in her ear, accompanied soft touches. His fingers running through her hair, trailing down her face and across her shoulder, tracing a line down her back and across her ass.
She shivered in response.
There was nothing more to say in that moment, and, locked in a tender embrace, they fell into a deep slumber, his still hard and unsatisfied cock pressing against her as a reminder of his excitement as he looked forward to his trip.
The next morning dawned bright and clear. As she emerged from her shower back into the bedroom, he was just putting the final things into his bag. She approached and held out something to give him. In her hand was a package of condoms.
He looked at her quizzically.
“Just in case….” She offered.
“In case I change my mind?”
“Well… yes, I guess.”
“Kate, I don’t intend to use these. We talked about this.”
“But it won’t hurt to have them. What if she insists?”
“She won’t,” he replied. It wasn’t like him to be cocky like that. He realized his tone and quickly added, “but if she does, we won’t go through with it. For me, it’s all or nothing.”
She continued to hold out her hand.
“You’re reconsidering, aren’t you?” he asked.
She paused. “I guess so. I’d prefer you use them.”
His expression turned playful as he reached between her legs.
“Do you really?” His hand found her mound, and a fingertip parted her folds to find her soaking wet. He pressed against the hard nub of her clit and she moaned. Inserting a finger into her, he continued.
“Does the thought of me fucking Emma with no protection scare you?”
Another finger found its way inside.
She nodded slightly.
“But it turns you on even more.” He buried his fingers to the hilt.
Her hands found his shoulders as he began to pump them into her, deliberately at first and then with increasing violence. His mouth was next to her ear.
“I want to fuck Emma bare. Raw. I want to empty myself into her. I want to give her everything.”
Her wetness was seeping out over his hand. His thrusts continued, and her body began to tense.
“Tonight is the night. I want you to lie in our bed and think about me. About Emma and me. Nothing between us. Her silky, wet warmth coating me. My manhood rubbing against her walls. My essence exploding into her.”
His thumb found her clit. She exploded. He held her up to keep her from collapsing on the floor.
When she regained herself, he covered her forehead with kisses and gently cooed.
“And then I will come home to you, my love.”
She shivered, and a tear ran down her cheek.
“To you.”
He took the condoms from her hand and placed them on the dresser. He zipped his bag and turned to her one last time.
“I won’t call or text. No anticipatory message, nothing afterward. I will share everything when I return. But today, and tonight, it’s all about Emma.
“Lie here, in our bed, and think about me. About us – Emma and me.”
She nodded in response. He wrapped his arms around her naked body, kissed her passionately, and headed to the door, and down the stairs.
She moved to the window and watched as his car backed out of the driveway and down the street.
Toward the airport. Toward Dallas. Toward Emma.
