Of course, I understood Gordon and I couldn’t see each other very often. It wasn’t every day that a man could clear his afternoon schedule in order to fuck his daughter-in-law at a hotel.
But he let me know I was never far from his mind. We communicated via encrypted messages, trying to cover our tracks as much as possible. It pleased me to be at the forefront of his thoughts, whether it was early morning or late in the evening.
At first, our conversations were innocent. He would ask about my day, and I’d have little to tell him, since I hadn’t yet resumed tutoring students. As I tried to make my routine sound more interesting, I realized just how boring my existence had become. Mainly, I described the books I read, or the wildlife I’d seen in the nearby park where I walked even in the coldest weather.
The last thing Gordon did each night before retiring to the cold bed he shared with Kelly was to wish me sweet dreams.
Julian was so wrapped up in a work project that he barely noticed how distracted I’d grown. It was easy to feign interest in his talk, to smile at him across the dinner table and laugh at his attempts to be witty. I was either an incredibly talented actress, or I was all but invisible to my husband for most of our hours together, because he failed to detect any change in me.
It was on a Wednesday evening in mid-January that I found myself alone in the house. Julian was wining and dining new clients at a fancy restaurant across town and wouldn’t be home till late.
Sitting on the couch with a glass of Pinot Grigio close at hand, I wondered what Gordon was doing just then. Had he retreated to his home office in order to escape Kelly? Or perhaps they’d made up. Maybe Kelly was going down on him at that very moment.
That mental image bothered me much more than it should have. I had no claim whatsoever to Gordon’s affection, yet I longed to hoard it like a thief. I didn’t want Kelly to have a single scrap.
Once the wine had sufficiently lowered my inhibitions, I lay back on the couch and lifted the soft, faded shirt I was wearing. I’d removed my bra hours ago. It took just seconds of playing with my nipples to get them nice and stiff.
Then I grabbed my phone and took a picture of my breasts.
I was careful not to include my face, and as I studied the risque photo, I had to admit my tits looked good. My nipples were a shade between pink and peach, and the surrounding areolas were quite large.
Before I could lose my nerve, I sent the picture to Gordon, along with the message: I’m all alone. And I’m wet from thinking of your big dick.
Not exactly subtle, but horniness had me spreading my legs and teasing my clit through my panties.
A minute passed, and then another, as I waited for his response. Though I should have been expecting it, I let out a startled yelp when the phone rang.
I answered his call with trembling hands.
“You naughty girl,” Gordon said in a low voice. “Are you playing with your pussy right now?”
“Yes. I couldn’t help it.” My tone grew wheedling. “I need to feel you inside me. I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you, too, baby. You wouldn’t believe how excited I got from that photo.”
He was breathing a little faster, which led me to believe he might be engaging in some self-pleasure as well.
My fingers snaked into my underwear. I was already sopping wet.
“Are you hard for me?” As I spoke, I rubbed my clit at a frantic pace. Tonight, I was far too impatient to let my arousal slowly build.
“So fucking hard!” Gordon’s words were punctuated by a groan. “Kelly’s upstairs, and I’m in my office, stroking my cock. I’d give anything to be there with you right now.”
My hips rocked with a blatantly sexual rhythm. “What would you do to me if you were here?” I asked through my own shallow breaths.
“I’d bury my face between those gorgeous thighs and eat your pussy. I’d suck on that sweet little clit and get your juices all over me.”
The thought of him feasting on my cunt caused my limbs to twitch. My clitoris was swollen and hypersensitive beneath my fingertips, and as my fantasies ran ahead of me, I felt my climax just within reach.
“And after you’ve made me come, and I’m begging for mercy…” I whimpered through a pre-orgasmic shudder. “Would you hold me down?”
I heard his gasp; it made me fear I’d gone too far. But then he let out another labored groan. “My God, Clara! I wouldn’t let you go until I finished fucking you raw. I’d own your pussy.”
I could tell he was furiously masturbating, just as I was. My cunt ached to be filled, to be pounded until I could feel my pulse within those tender walls. The cry that escaped my lips was choked off by my fierce contractions.
“That’s it, come for me!” Gordon urged. “Fuck, I’m almost there!”
The sound of him reaching his release prolonged my own orgasm. Though my clit was excruciatingly sensitive, I continued punishing that nub. My thighs clamped around my hand, as if to fend off my touch. But I wouldn’t stop while listening to Gordon’s helpless moans. I loved how vocal he was in the grip of his pleasure.
Afterward, he seemed a little unsure of himself. His laughter sounded sheepish. “Sorry I got carried away.”
“Don’t apologize,” I immediately replied. “I never want you to hold back with me, Gordon.”
He was quiet for several seconds before murmuring, “I need to see you again. It’s been weeks, and I…”
I gripped the phone hard, waiting for him to finish that sentence. But he didn’t, so I rushed to fill the silence. “Julian will be out of town next weekend. He’s going to a bachelor party for an old college friend, and he’ll be leaving straight from work on Friday. You could come over…”
This time, Gordon didn’t hesitate. “I’ll be there. If a neighbor sees me and happens to mention it to Julian, you and I can simply tell him I stopped by to apologize for causing a scene at the beach house during Christmas.”
Our neighbors were mainly married couples in their thirties and forties. They were polite but not overly friendly. None of them would care if a man they didn’t recognize showed up at my front door.
I was planning the details of our next tryst, trying to anticipate any potential pitfalls, when Gordon spoke again.
“Thank you for tonight, Clara. You made me feel incredible.”
The tenderness in his words sent a delicious warmth through me. I knew my cells were soaking in oxytocin after my powerful orgasm, just as I knew that part of my response to this man was hormonal.
Yet it wasn’t merely biology that prompted me to whisper, “I wish I could make you feel that way every night.”
I cupped a hand over my mouth, as if I could trap the words before they carried over to Gordon’s ear.
But he heard. Of course he did. Panicked, dreading his response, I sputtered out a good night and abruptly ended the call.
The wine I’d enjoyed earlier roiled in my stomach, threatening to make its way back up my throat. I stared at the ceiling, with my tits exposed and my fingers smelling of pussy. How could I have been so foolish? Now, he might think I was falling for him. He might fear I couldn’t be trusted.
I was still berating myself when Gordon sent a message.
Sweet dreams, my beautiful girl.
*****
Julian woke me while coming into the house later that night, but I pretended to be asleep in our bed. He strolled through the bedroom’s darkness, humming softly on his way to the en-suite bathroom.
Soon afterward, he was lying next to me. I remained curled up on my side, with my back to him. I didn’t move even when he slipped an arm around my waist.
His warm breath drifted over my face. He smelled of toothpaste. I tried not to wriggle as he spooned even closer.
“Have you given any more thought to what we talked about?” he asked quietly.
So I hadn’t fooled him with my pretending, after all. Yet I tried to make my voice thick with sleep when I said, “What we talked about?”
Julian gave my side a poke that should have been playful but hurt instead. “Don’t play dumb. Have you made an appointment to get the IUD removed?” His hand moved lower until he was able to worm his fingers between my closed thighs. I wore just my sleep shirt and a pair of panties.
I turned over on my back and spread my legs. He toyed with me through my underwear.
“I don’t think I’m ready just yet,” I finally told him.
His hand stilled. “Why not? You’re not getting any younger.”
Neither was he, being three years my senior. But it seemed my youthful fertility was his only concern.
“I’m thinking of going back to school so I can get my Master’s.”
I hadn’t been thinking of that at all, actually. Not until that moment. But now it struck me as an appealing idea.
Julian scoffed. “That degree would be useless, and you’ve been out of school for five years. You’d probably have to take some classes over again.”
“Maybe not. And even if I had to repeat a few, it would be worth it. I was close to getting my degree when you…” My voice trailed off. The last thing I wanted was to sound ungrateful.
But Julian rushed to finish the sentence. “When I convinced you to drop out? Is that what you’re getting at? Because you didn’t need a whole lot of persuading. You were miserable, remember?”
I changed position again so I was now facing my husband. Feeling for him in the darkness, I said, “Let’s not argue, okay? You know I’m thankful for all you’ve done.” The faint stubble on his cheek scraped against my palm.
His fingers circled around my wrist. He guided my hand toward his crotch.
“Why don’t you show me how grateful you are?”
Before I could answer, Julian moved to turn on the bedside lamp. By the time my eyes had adjusted to the sudden brightness, he’d pulled off his underwear and was working to strip me of mine.
Lying on my back, I let him yank up my shirt. He drew my nipple between his lips, and I whimpered at the feel of his teeth.
Moments later, he was inside me. Though I faked an orgasm, he kept pumping away, his thrusts punishing.
“You’re kinda dry,” he complained. “Rub your clit.”
I reached between us to do as he said. I was still tender from masturbating before, and my thoughts drifted to Gordon. My pleasure became real when I remembered the sounds he made during his orgasm.
“That’s it!” Julian started jackhammering my pussy; it wouldn’t take long for him to come.
To my surprise, he abruptly withdrew, only to straddle my torso. His cock was coated in my juice.
While pinned beneath my husband, I stared at his dick, which he was frantically stroking.
“No sense in all this cum going to waste inside your pussy,” he said through clenched teeth. “It’s not as if I can knock you up. Stick out your tongue, Clara.”
When I hesitated, he raised an eyebrow. “You have a problem with swallowing my jizz now? You used to suck me dry before we got married.”
I extended my tongue, bracing for the blast.
But Julian didn’t aim just for my mouth. After leaving a streak of semen on my lips, he shot another load across my cheek. I squeezed my eyes shut to avoid getting cum in them.
He grunted while spurting another glob onto my chin. The sound of his low laughter fed my fury until I was quaking.
“I made quite a mess,” he said. “You look fucking sexy, though.”
I bucked beneath him like a horse trying to throw off its rider. “Let me up, you asshole!”
Opening my eyes, I saw Julian staring down at me in astonishment. “Clara, what—”
“Get off me!” I screamed.
He scrambled to obey. Once I was free of his weight, I sat up and lifted my shirt so I could wipe my face.
“I’m sorry,” Julian said from beside me, his tone now meek. Even I was shocked by my rage, so I knew he must be reeling. When he reached for me, I slapped his hand away.
I waited until I was on my feet and halfway to the bathroom before telling him, “I think we should get a divorce.”
“What?”
Hearing him leap from the bed, I whirled around. The acrid odor of his cum still clung to my skin.
As he stood just a few feet away, looking wide-eyed and lost, I blurted out, “We never should have gotten married. We’re not right for each other.”
His head snapped back as if I’d slapped him. “Clara, where the fuck is this coming from? Look, I’m sorry I did that. I thought you’d be okay with it.”
“It’s not just that!” I waved a hand in disgust; I could barely muster up the will to explain. “You want a family, and I don’t. I want to go back to school, and you think I should stay here and be a housewife instead.”
“Go back to school then!” he suddenly shouted. “For fuck’s sake, we can wait a couple more years to start a family.” Though his chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, an unnerving composure hardened his features. “Do whatever the hell you want. But you’d best think long and hard before you start talking about divorce.” Pointing a finger at me, he snarled, “You’ve never had it so good. And you never will.”
I watched Julian storm from the room. He slammed the door behind him. Adrenaline had me quaking where I stood, and I thought I’d go mad from all my pent-up energy. Alone in the bedroom, I couldn’t fight or flee. Close to hyperventilating, I yanked off my soiled shirt and hurled it away from me. Then I went to take a shower, as hot as I could stand.
*****
The following day, I tried to keep my messages to Gordon upbeat, but he still sensed something was wrong.
You sure everything’s okay, sweetheart?
Staring at those words on my phone, I blinked back tears. I wouldn’t tell him about the fight I had with his son. I wouldn’t reveal I’d glimpsed just how vicious Julian could be when his plans for me were threatened.
My husband and I hadn’t spoken to each other before he left for work that morning. I stayed in bed, refusing to make his breakfast as I normally did. He slammed cabinet doors in the kitchen and made more noise than a single human should be capable of producing. I wanted to weep with relief when he finally stalked out of the house.
Everything’s fine, I lied to Gordon.
Yet he saw through me.
My phone rang at around two that afternoon. The sight of Gordon’s name on the screen made me feel like my chest had opened up and my heart was ready to spill out. My hello was tremulous, almost too weak to be heard.
I could tell by his low voice, and the hush around him, that he was in his private office at work.
“Did something happen?” he asked.
After drawing in a shaky breath, I confessed, “Julian and I had a fight. He’s angry I don’t want to have children right now, and I told him we should get divorced.”
Gordon was so quiet I thought the call had dropped. But then he asked, “How did he react?”
I swallowed hard. “He told me to think long and hard before saying anything like that again.” My hand was shaking as I lifted it to my forehead. “I didn’t want you to know, Gordon. I don’t want you to feel like I’m putting you in the middle. He’s your son.”
“Whatever you want to do,” he said in that tender tone which always soothed me, “I’ll support you, Clara.”
Through a wad of tears in my throat, I whispered, “Thank you.”
“Do you need me to come to you? Or we can meet at the hotel.”
“No, no, I’m fine, really.” I wasn’t fine, but I didn’t want to chance two meetings so close together. We needed to be careful, now more than ever. “And I’ll see you next week,” I added with a smile.
“I’m counting the days. The hours! But until then, I want you to let me know if you need anything at all.”
My hand dropped to my chest, as if I could slow my heart’s flurried beating. “I promise I will. And I…” My tongue hooked the words before they managed to leave my lips.
Gordon waited a few seconds, then gently pressed, “And you…?”
“I appreciate you being there for me,” I finished. God, I’d been so close to saying something he might not want to hear.
“I’ll always be here,” he promised. “Always.”
*****
For the next week, Julian and I avoided each other as much as possible. Though we continued to share the same bed, neither of us spoke while lying side by side.
It was only on Friday morning that my husband paused on his way out the door. I stood at the living room window, holding a cup of coffee.
“So I’ll be home on Sunday. Not sure what time.” Julian’s tone was curt; he would have spoken to a stranger with more warmth.
My stare remained fixed straight ahead as I replied, “Have fun at the bachelor party.”
“We need to talk when I get back.”
Finally, I turned to face him. His eyes held a challenge, daring me to argue. But I merely gave him a scornful smile that would have made Kelly proud.
“Of course, Julian.”
Releasing an exasperated sigh, he closed the distance between us and planted…
