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Bree's Journey Pt. 01

By: D_Lynn



Author's Note: 

This is a three-part series that, in its entirety, make up a lengthy novel. Part one can be read as a standalone cuckquean story. It contains a lot of sex scenes. Near the end of part one, another character is introduced and a completely different relationship begins to unfold that will develop throughout the next two parts. While the first part is focused primarily on a cuckquean/reverse cuckhold relationship, parts two and three are mainly centered around a budding relationship between a bi-sexual guy, and a girl with commitment issues, among other things.

Content warning: Parts two and three are set in the household of a gay couple. While there are no explicit M/M scenes, some of the content explores the challenges specific to being gay and bi-sexual. If this makes you uncomfortable (in a bad way) you might not want to read those stories.

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Bree's Journey 

by Dakota Lynn

Miles first entered my radar in mid February. It was Valentine's Day to be precise, the only holiday that I actively waged war against each year for being senseless and annoying, if for no other reason than it drove couples out to restaurants by the thousands, ruining the dining-out experience for regulars like myself. 

Being single, and generally despising anything resembling domesticity, I ate out a lot. It saved a ton of time and aggravation in the kitchen for me. I suppose it had a downside, too. My lack of interest in domestics had kept me from having any meaningful, long-term relationships. I was attractive and fuck-able, and great in bed, but when it came to cooking, cleaning, and all other 'wife-y' responsibilities, I was simply not interested. 

I used to think there was something wrong with me. That I was one of those girls that was just destined to be the bridesmaid, but never the bride. Case in point, I've walked down the aisle four times as a bridesmaid. Another minor amusing factoid that no one was aware of was that in three of those instances, I'd slept with the groom. Two of those cases are common knowledge. My girlfriends knew I'd had trysts with their husbands before they met them. The only one that was totally secret was my friend Taylor's husband, Drake. That was one of those what the hell decisions two days before their wedding. I'm sure it happens all the time at 3am on an empty beach in Mexico, with your friend passed-out just two yards away. 

I'm not a bad person. I wasn't trying to steal my friend's husband away from her. On the contrary, I was doing her a service. I know that it sounds like a pathetic excuse for my behavior, but it's not. I didn't seduce Drake. He came onto me completely out of the blue. If it hadn't been me there, it would've been someone else. Women love to blame the other woman, but realistically speaking, you can't eradicate all other women on the planet to keep your man faithful. 

Maybe, just maybe, the problem isn't with the other women or with the cheating husband. Maybe it's the whole concept of fidelity. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against marriage. I just don't think it's very practical to expect a man, or a woman for that matter, to be monogamous for the rest of their lives. I could see the panic on Drake's face as he was coming to this realization. He knew it was too late to back out. Trapped animals are known to do crazy things that hurt themselves and the ones around them in their state of panic. I kept him from getting hysterical, and two days later, in the presence of three dozen witnesses in a beautiful ceremony by sunset light, Drake married Taylor. No regrets.

So, there I was, sitting at the bar waiting for my food to arrive. I hated eating at the bar because the service was awful. What made it worse on this particular night was that the bar section served as the waiting area for the hordes of couples. Feeling sympathetic to my situation, Jorge made me a Cosmopolitan on the house. I accepted it with a weak smile and was thankful I had something to dull the pain.

A man slid between my barstool and the one next to mine to hail Jorge. "A glass of red wine, please."

"Merlot? Cab? Pinot?"

"Do you have a house Cabernet?"

"Yeah. You want that?"

The man nodded and tossed a ten onto the bar, then turned toward me. He studied the occupant of the stool on the other side of me and frowned. "You alone?" His tone suggested that he was particularly surprised by this possibility. 

I took a sip of my drink before answering him. He was catching me on the worst day and in the worst possible mood. "Yeah. Is that so hard to believe?"

He looked like he might get offended for a second but then his lips curled into a tiny smirk. "Well, yes, as a matter of fact. It is hard to believe."

"Why? Not all women are into this shit, you know." I realized that I was coming across a little harsh. It wasn't his fault. "I didn't mean to offend your girlfriend, or whoever you're here with."

"My wife."

"No offense to your wife."

Jorge set the glass of wine in front of the man along with a few bills and coins. The man left a bill and the change, pocketing the rest of the cash and sliding the glass toward himself. "She didn't hear you, so there was no offense taken. I'm Miles, by the way."

I was a bit surprised that he introduced himself. I mean, what was the point? I doubted we'd ever see each other again. "I'm Sabrina, but you can call me Bree." 

"Nice to meet you, Bree. So what would prompt you to come here on a night like this?"

"Oh, the fact that I eat here a lot, and until I reached the door, I was blissfully unaware of the relevance of this day."

"Bad luck."

"Yep, that's what I was thinking." I raised my glass in a toasting gesture before taking a sip. I noticed he didn't take a sip of his wine. "You saving that for dinner?"

"No. This is for Nancy."

"You don't drink?"

"No, it's not that. I'm driving tonight. Once I start drinking, I don't want to stop."

I shrugged. "Call a cab."

"I suppose I could. But then I'd have to deal with Nancy's disappointment. I already ask her to overlook my other faults, it doesn't seem fair to throw this at her, as well."

I laughed out loud at that one. It was rare to hear a man speak so humbly about himself. There was something very appealing about Miles, and so familiar. There was no tension between us like there usually is between people who've just met. It felt like we were old friends. I chalked it up to him being married and off the market. 

"I'd love to stay and chat for awhile but I do have a date waiting for me. It was nice meeting you, Bree."

He opened his hand and I placed mine in it for a handshake. "Nice meeting you. If you're ever in this neighborhood again, stop by. I'm here at least twice a week."

"Really. What days?"

"Tuesdays and Fridays."

"I'll be sure to remember that. Happy Valentine's Day."

"Same to you."

I didn't think much about our encounter after he disappeared into the crowd, and I certainly didn't expect to see him again. But two and a half weeks later, as I was sitting at a table in that same restaurant on a Friday night, there he was. 

"Hello, again." 

It took me a moment to recognize his face. "Oh, hi! How are you?"

"Miles."

"Yeah, sure. Miles. I'm B..."

"Bree, yes. I remember. Are you expecting someone for dinner?"

"Nope. This is my usual table for one. Are you here with your wife?"

"No, not tonight. May I join you?"

"Oh, sure. Yeah. Have a seat. I haven't ordered, uh, yet."

Miles settled into the seat across from me. "Surprised to see me again?"

I shrugged and smiled, "A little, I guess. Yeah."

"You shouldn't be. I asked you what nights you came here, and I do believe you invited me to drop by when I found myself in the neighborhood. Remember?"

"Vaguely. I thought you were trying to figure out which nights have the best specials in case you wanted to bring your wife back here."

Miles chuckled and shook his head. "I wanted to know how to find you again." 

His confession made me shift in my seat. "Why?"

"To hit on you. Ask you out. The usual routine."

"I doubt your wife would approve."

"She's getting used to the idea."

"Oh, right. So, she knows you're here to hit on me?"

"Yes."

I could've been knocked over with a feather at that moment in time. I'd heard of swinging couples, but I'd never actually met one. "So you guys swing, is that it?"

"Not exactly, no."

"Then what? I don't get it."

Miles hailed the waiter and ordered a drink. He pointed to me to ask me what I wanted. I hadn't planned on drinking, but quickly changed my mind. I needed something to help me get my mind around what was happening.

After the waiter left our table with our drink orders, Miles continued.

"Nancy lost interest in sex when she found out that she couldn't have kids. That was six years ago. I held out for the first year before I started sleeping around. I didn't like the dishonesty, though. I didn't want to get a divorce, but I didn't want to lie to her, either. Before I could come clean, she found out about my infidelity."

"What did she do?"

"She was angry at first. She wanted to know who I'd slept with, blaming them for all of it. Then she blamed me. Then herself. She wanted to get a divorce at first, then changed her mind and tried to be a more 'loving' wife. After a few months, that didn't work. I made it clear that I couldn't be celibate for the rest of my life."

"And she agreed to it, just like that?"

"More or less. It was a struggle at first. Knowing I was out with another woman made her insecure. The first time I didn't come home until the next morning, she was a wreck. I tried to make it easier by not sharing any of the details of what happened, but that backfired. Finally, one time I just told her everything. Every last detail of what we did sexually, how the woman made me feel, how many times ... you know, everything."

"Oh, God! What happened?"

"She was real quiet at first and I thought for sure that I'd gone too far and she was going to kick me out. She excused herself to go to the restroom. I gave her a few minutes and then went after her to apologize. I pressed my ear to the closed bathroom door, thinking I'd hear her sobbing behind it. I was shocked as hell."

"What?"

"She was masturbating. I caught her just as she was climaxing."

It took me a second to recover from the shock I was feeling over his candor. "Really?"

"Yeah, I know. It was totally bizarre. And this was coming from a woman who hadn't thought about sex as far as I knew, for over five years."

"What did you do?"

"I tiptoed back to the living room and waited for her to return. I acted like I didn't know."

"Did she fess up?"

"Oh, hell no. And I didn't bring it up. She thanked me for being open with her, and then went into the kitchen and started fixing lunch."

"Oh my God. That's crazy."

"Not really. It's more common than you think. I mean, enough so for there to be a name for women with her fetish. Cuckqueans, they call them. Women who get off on their husband's infidelity."

"So your extramarital affairs have actually improved your sex life with your wife?"

"Not really. Nothing has changed in that department."

"I thought you said that she was ..." I shook my head. I wasn't following what he was saying.

"I said that she masturbated herself to orgasm. She does it a lot now. Almost every time after I've been out with another woman and tell her about it, but I think while I'm gone, too. Like right now, I'm pretty sure she's getting herself off just imagining me hitting on you. I don't know for sure because we don't talk about it and I don't set up cameras to spy on her or anything. I can only guess from clues she leaves."

"Why don't you ask her about it? It might open up some doors for you guys."

"It already has opened up things for her. If I tried to talk to her about it, I think it would ruin it for her. She's not like that, anyway. She isn't comfortable talking about sex. When I tell her what I've done, she acts like she's offended by the whole thing. Actually, I don't think she's acting. I think she is offended. Humiliated, even. And that makes her horny as hell."

"What a freaking weird kink."

"It's a full-blown fetish. I don't think she can get off any other way. I mean, no other way that I'm aware of. But I didn't come all this way to talk about my wife's fetish. I came to see if the chemistry we had in our brief encounter a couple of weeks ago was worth exploring."

I took a sip of the drink that had magically appeared at some point during his story. On the one hand, I was still having a hard time believing his bizarre tale, or the fact that he'd just sat across from me and spilled all those intensely intimate details about he and his wife. On the other hand, there was a certain chemistry between us. And I could hardly deny the fact that I was more than a little turned on by his story.

"What do you think, Bree?"

"I don't know. I'm a little overwhelmed right now."

"Fair enough. Has anything I've said scared you?"

"No."

"Good. Then let's order dinner and just see what happens from there."

We ordered dinner and another round of drinks as we fell into an easy conversation. It was more like catching up with an old lover than getting to know each other. Beneath the topics of family, work, and entertainment was a roiling sexual undercurrent. I was sure he could feel it, too, even though the only time sex had come up in conversation was when he had explained his marital situation to me. 

After we finished dinner, he walked me to my car. 

"So, tell me something, Bree ... What would you think about being the other woman?"

I shrugged one shoulder. "It wouldn't be the first time."

"I suspected as much when I first met you."

"Oh, please. You did not."

"A woman with no wedding ring and no date at a restaurant on Valentine's Day. Most single women would tuck tail and hit a drive through. Not you. You sat at a bar surrounded by attached men getting drinks for their partners and themselves."

"I hate fast food."

"I bet you hated all those looks you were getting at the bar that night, too."

"What looks? I don't pay any attention."

"Sure you don't. And I'm sure this does nothing for you, either." Miles reached out and palmed my breast through my blouse in plain sight for anyone to see.

I clamped my hand around his wrist, my mouth agape in shock. "Miles!" His mouth closed on mine before I could protest any further. My grip went limp around his wrist, allowing his hand to remain firmly on my breast, kneading and caressing as his tongue explored the inside of my mouth. 

Miles pulled his lips away but kept his hand where it was. "I get turned on by the possibility of getting caught, don't you?"

I was about to blurt out, no, but then I stopped to think about it. The thought of someone seeing his hand on my breast was an extreme turn-on, but was that because I had a little exhibitionist streak, or something else? "I don't know. I mean, I think I might."

"Have you ever had sex in public before?"

I could think of one time, on a beach so many years earlier. "Yes."

"Was anyone around?"

"No. Well, sort of ... My friend was passed out a few feet away. But she didn't wake up or anything."

"But she could have, right?"

"Yeah."

"And I bet you were turned on by that, weren't you?"

"Sort of, yeah."

"I get off imagining one of my neighbors catching me. Or one of Nancy's co-workers or friends. I don't want it to happen, naturally. But the risk makes me hard as hell. Not that I need any help around you."

He pressed the zipper of his jeans to my torso. The steel rod behind the zipper was impressive. I let go a lustful gasp. 

"If you don't ask me over to your place, I'm going to fuck you right here, Bree. Your choice."

Somewhere in my mind I knew I should be offended by his ultimatum. Or was it an ultimatum? He presented it like it was a foregone conclusion that we were going to fuck; it was just a matter of where. Something about how confident he was that it was going to happen made my knees weak with desire for him. I was barely able to respond through my panting. "My place."

"My car is just over there. I packed a duffel, just in case this progressed as I hoped it would. Can I just ride with you and pick up my car later?" I nodded. "I'll be right back."

Miles leaned over and kissed me. I expected him to just give me a quick peck before turning on his heel toward his car but he lingered in it for a few seconds and then deepened the contact, pulling me into his arms and claiming every inch of my mouth with his tongue. The man knew how to kiss, there was no denying it.

He reluctantly pulled away a few minutes later. In a barely audible, husky voice he croaked, "Got carried away. There's something about you that just does that to me."

I nodded and swallowed between pants. "I know. Me, too."

"Before we get too far into this, is there any chance you have any STDs?"

I wrinkled my nose in disgust. "No. You?"

Miles shook his head. "I'm selective and careful. Give me your car keys."

I handed them to him without hesitation. He escorted me to the passenger side of my vehicle and sat me down in the seat, making it clear that he was driving. He then shut my door and disappeared for several seconds before returning to toss his bag in the backseat and settle behind the wheel. 

Miles started my car and took a few moments to familiarize himself with the controls before turning his attention back to me. "How long is it going to take to get to your house?"

"Ten minutes, maybe."

"That long, huh?" Miles smiled and winked at me just before sliding the gear into reverse. "Which way?"

There was something so irresistible about the way he was struggling to focus on the road. I got him onto the main road and instructed him on where to turn next. Then I unclipped my seatbelt and leaned over the center console to massage the enormous bulge in his jeans. 

He groaned. "Oh, fuck."

I glanced out the windshield to gauge how much farther before he had to turn. "Another two miles and then you'll see it on the right. Next you'll take the second left. My house is the third one on the left."

I pushed the lap belt up his belly and went to work on his button and zipper. Miles reclined the seat a couple of inches to allow me better access. A moment later, I was stroking a gorgeous, rock-hard cock. I stole another quick glance at the road to be sure we were still on course before taking his cock into my mouth. 

"Fucking amazing!"

His enthusiasm was driving me wild and I thought there was a chance that I might even be able to get him off before we reached my house. With that little challenge in my mind, I doubled my efforts, taking him deep into my throat every few seconds. I put everything I had into sucking his cock, not bothering to be proper or lick the saliva that now coated his entire shaft. 

"Shit, girl." 

That was the only warning I got that he was coming, but I didn't even need that much. He had been spewing a constant chorus of moaning and panting from the moment I first started. When he held his breath, I simply gripped the base of his shaft and clamped my lips tight around the rim of his cock head preparing to receive wave after wave of hot, viscous fluid onto my tongue. 

The vehicle was quiet with the exception of Miles' heavy breathing. I realized that we were sitting still. After releasing his cock head from my lips, I swallowed what remained in my mouth and sat up to peer at the house in front of us. I immediately burst into laughter.

"What?"

We were sitting in a driveway, alright, it just wasn't mine. I looked up and down the street in both directions, determining our whereabouts. It took me a few seconds to realize what he'd done. 


Bree's Journey Pt. 01



"Not your house, I take it."

I could hardly speak through my fit of laughter. "Not even my street." 

"I don't know why you're laughing so hard. This is your car and these are your neighbors. If they did see us, you're going to be the popular topic of conversation at the next block party."

"That's next week, by the way. I doubt anyone saw. Just keep going down this way and take the next left. My house is third on the left."

I sat back in my seat and refastened my safety belt for the remainder of the short trip. A devious grin curled my lips as I was unable to mask my self-pride. I'd just won the imaginary race. 

We reached my home less than a couple of minutes later. Miles walked me to my door and unlocked it for me as if he owned the place and I was staying with him. It felt right to let him take the lead like that. It was very different than anything I'd experienced in the past. It doesn't matter how well you think you might know a man, when it comes to the first time you have sex, there is always tension. Sometimes the tension is so great, the entire act of being intimate feels awkward and wrong. That wasn't going to be the case with Miles. 

I don't know if it was how forthright he was about sex upfront that just whisked the tension away, or something less obvious. Whatever it was, it felt like we'd been lovers for years and that was a brand new feeling for me. 

"I need to call home."

I glanced up at him as I answered, "Okay." 

I expected him to slink off to a quiet corner of the dining room for privacy so I simply walked to my bedroom to change clothing and give him space. When I emerged from my closet wearing only my panties, I was shocked to see him leaning against the door jamb with his phone pressed to his ear. My hands instinctively raised to cover my nakedness.

He smiled and beckoned me with a curled index finger. I crept slowly toward him, not fully ready for him to see so much of my skin. I thought for sure I'd have enough time to change clothing.

"Hey, hun, how are you doing?"

He gently unfolded my arms and began fondling my right breast. 

"Good. Listen, I'm not going to be coming home tonight."

His fingertips tightened around my nipple, rolling the flesh between them.

"I think you know why. But if you want me to spell it out for you, I will."

I was able to barely hear her response through the receiver: I think I deserve that much, at least. I could feel my face and neck growing hot and could only imagine how red I was turning. It was one thing for him to tell me that this was their twisted game, and something entirely different to actually hear her voice and realize that it was real.

"I'm going to fuck Bree tonight. As many times as she can handle it, and in every way I can think of until I get my fill."

~ Really. How do you know she even wants to sleep with you?

"She gave me the most amazing blow job I've ever had on the way to her house. I'm hard again just thinking about it. I don't think there's any doubt that she wants me to fuck her. I'm playing with her hard little nips right now."

~ Is that so? That little ...

"Don't you dare, Nancy. We've talked about this. You have no right to talk bad about her. Besides, I think you like it when I'm with another woman."

~ I do not.

"Yeah, right. Anyway, do we have anything going on tomorrow?"

Miles shoved his hand down into my panties to palm my mound. He stroked my pussy lips with his finger as he listened to his wife talk about their plans. 

"I'll be home before they arrive."

His finger slipped easily into my hole and a smile grew on his lips. 

"I might. Or I might just smell of sex. I doubt your mom and sister will be able to tell the difference. If they do become suspicious, I'm sure you'll come up with some explanation. Either way, I don't care."

Miles removed his finger and slid it into his mouth.

"I'll see you in the morning, Nancy. I love you."

~ I love you, too. 

"I'll keep the phone close in case of emergency, but it better be a real emergency this time. Understand?"

He pulled the phone from his ear and hung up as his fingers were weaving their way into my hair to hold me steady for a kiss. 

"Your pussy is dripping wet."

I gasped at his straightforward statement before nodding.

"Did you like the conversation I had with my wife?"

I nodded again, this time a little more sheepishly. 

"I thought you might. That's why I didn't make the call from the other room. I've never done that before."

"Aren't you afraid that one of these times you're going to push her too far?"

"Yes. But the worst thing that could happen is that she asks for a divorce."

"Why don't you just get divorced?"

"I don't want to divorce my wife. Except for the sex, everything is perfect. We're good friends and we get along great together. I like her family."

"What if she presented you with an ultimatum?"

"You mean, you or her?"

"No, not me specifically. But, you know, having sex with other women as a single guy, or being monogamous as her husband."

"I'd choose sex as a single man. I already know I can't go on being in a sexless, monogamous marriage."

"What if she changed?"

"What? All of a sudden started enjoying sex?" I nodded. "Not going to happen. She can't change. Besides, I'd always wonder why she didn't do that years ago, and how long she's going to keep it up before she decides to quit again."

"I just don't understand how someone can give up sex like that."

"I know. Neither can I. Now are you going to get out of those panties so I can fuck you, or do you want to keep discussing Nancy's frigidity?"

Miles ushered me to the side of my bed with his body. 

"Well?"

I huffed as I hooked my fingers into the sides of my panties and pushed them down over my hips and thighs until they fell in a pool around my ankles. What he lacked in romance, he made up for in sexy bossiness. 

He patted the mattress. "Up here. On your back with your legs spread."

"Pardon me?"

"You're going to act like that offended you when not 20 minutes ago you had my dick in your mouth?"

I stepped to the side to get away from him but he blocked me with his body.

"You can't have it both ways, Bree. I don't play games. I've been completely honest with you from the start. No one is a victim here. We both know what is going to happen."

"You don't have to throw it in my face and treat me like a ..."

"What? A whore? A slut?"

"Yes."

"Is that how you think I see you?"

I nodded.

"Only to the extent that you are my slut for the time we're together. The woman I first met at the bar, the one who brazenly sucked my cock in the car, and approached me wearing next to nothing as I spoke with my wife on the phone, is the one that makes my dick hard. I love that woman because she is honest. She knows what she likes, and she's not apologetic about it."

I'd been looking down at the carpet for his speech. In the silence, he lifted my chin with his finger to force my gaze to his. 

"She's in there somewhere. That's the woman I want, so please don't be ashamed of her."

"I'm not."

Miles smiled and kissed the tip of my nose. "Good. Then if you want to continue, climb up here and spread those thighs so I can stare at that pretty pussy while I undress."

A part of me despised the effect his words had on me. My pussy was literally throbbing as I climbed onto the bed and rolled onto my back to spread my legs.

"Oh, fuck yeah. That is one gorgeous pussy. I have been thinking about fucking you since Valentine's Day. I've jacked off fantasizing about this moment so many times."

Miles pulled his shirt over his head and began unfastening his jeans, never peeling his eyes from the juncture between my splayed thighs. 

"Your cunt is so fucking wet. I think you like being a slut, don't you?"

I closed my eyes and nodded.

"Open your eyes and look at me." He waited for me to comply before continuing. "Tell me that you like being my slut. Out loud."

I swallowed hard. My entire body was trembling with need for him. He continued to undress, slipping his shoes off and dropping his jeans and briefs down his legs. When he was fully undressed and standing, his erection jutted impressively toward me as if it were attempting to lead him onto the bed. His cock appeared even larger than in the car and I couldn't help but imagine how full it was going to make me feel.

"I like being your slut." His cock twitched at my confession and I felt a gush of hot fluid sliding over my anus and between my ass cheeks onto the mattress. 

"Show me, Bree. Slide your arms over your head and cross your wrists." 

Miles put one knee on the mattress as I followed his order. His hands gripped the backside of my knees to lift and spread them even wider. He inhaled deeply and then moaned as he exhaled.

"I love that smell. You are so perfect."

He lowered his face as he wrenched my knees closer to the mattress, forcing my ass to lift off the bed. Then his tongue began one continuous lick, starting at my sensitive anal bud and continuing up the full length of my slit. My entire body shivered in delight.

"So sweet."

His hands slid along my thighs until he was holding my ass cheeks open with his thumbs to examine my anus. He studied it for a few seconds before moving up to my pussy. Miles held my pussy lips open with his thumbs as he lowered his face. 

"I intend to spend a lot of time here. You don't mind, do you, my pretty little slut?"

I shook my head. I couldn't get over how excited I got each time he called me that. I always saw it as an insult before. The way he used the term, it was more like an endearment. 

He probed my hole with a stiff tongue for a few seconds and then assaulted my clit with it. I gasped and cried out, squirming to get away from the sudden onslaught. It was too much. My hands instinctively moved to his head and he pulled away and lifted his face. 

His stern gaze met my alarmed one. I froze, not certain what to do. After a few seconds of silence and no activity, I slowly lifted my arms back over my head. 

"It won't kill you to give into it. If I had my way, you'd have an orgasm every time I touch you. As many as physically possible, in fact. Just let go and do that for me, okay."

I nodded and relaxed my head back onto the mattress, closing my eyes. My focus turned inward to my body and I took a mental inventory of each sensation. I could feel the ceiling fan pushing air over my belly and breasts. The cooling sweat of my arm pits and sides. His hot breath on my swollen clitoral hood as his face hovered over my wet pussy.

A moment later, I felt his hot tongue slithering around my folds; up one side and down the other in no particular pattern or rhythm. He circled my clitoral hood several times, sometimes flicking my exposed center in a teasing manner, other times avoiding it altogether. 

After several minutes of this, I found myself gyrating and bucking my hips. He'd put me right on the edge of release and I couldn't take it any longer. Finally I put words to my pleading.

"Please, Miles. I'm so close."

"Mmmmm, yes you are." He continued the same tease, not deepening the contact like I desperately needed in order to climax. 

"Please, harder."

"Oh, now you want it harder. You are a demanding little slut, aren't you?" 

I groaned and nodded.

"You got yourself into this. I want to hear you say it."

"Say what?"

"Tell me what a demanding slut you are. Apologize for making me wait to fuck you."

It took me a second to get started. "I am sorry for making you wait. I'm being a demanding slut."

"No. You are a demanding slut."

"I am a demanding slut."

His tongue was on my clit before I finished the last word. In a matter of seconds the crescendo in my pussy reached its peak. I gripped the blanket beneath my hands to keep from moving them as I rode out one of the most powerful orgasms of my life. Screaming and spewing curse words. I could only imagine how I was making a complete spectacle of myself. It only fueled Miles' lust further. 

He moved swift as a cat, sliding off the mattress and yanking my body to the edge. He positioned his swollen head to my opening and thrust it into my still pulsating channel in one movement. I cried out from the shock of the intrusion at the same time that he delivered a chorus of pleasurable groans. 

Thrusting fast and deep, he began fucking me with a lustful fury that sent me straight into another orgasm. This time I clawed at his chest as I trembled and screamed beneath him. 

"Fuck, yeah. That's it, baby." 

He thrust deep inside me and lowered his torso over my body to hold his cock firmly in place. With his face an inch from mine, he stared into my eyes as he unloaded his semen inside me. I felt the pulsing of his shaft and even the heated gush that followed. 

I could come up with only one word to describe the experience: Raw. 

After catching his breath, he lifted his torso off me and withdrew his cock. I hissed at the soreness and received a somewhat sympathetic look. 

"A warm washcloth will fix you right up." Miles glanced around and pointed toward the master bathroom doorway. "There?" 

I nodded and he proceeded to untangle himself from my legs. 

"Stay here. I'll be back in a second."

His whole demeanor had changed. He was no longer the domineering, arrogant jerk that I wanted to hate. He was the humble, honest, sweet man that I ate dinner with just hours earlier. I didn't know what to make of it.

He returned with a wet washcloth in his hand. "This should feel good." I spread my thighs and he pressed the wet cloth against my aching pussy.

I gasped for a second and then sighed a moan of relief. It was warm and soothing. "Do you have to do this for girls a lot?"

Miles smiled and shook his head. "No. I don't usually get carried away like that."

"It was, uh ..." I was trying to think of a word to replace 'raw'.

"Intense."

"Yeah, that's the word. Intense."

Miles gently refolded the washcloth before pressing it against my swollen pussy lips again. He climbed next to me on the bed and settled onto his side, keeping the washcloth in place. "It was incredible, Bree."

"I bet you say that to all the girls."

"Are you trying to provoke me?"

His question caught me off guard. I had to think about it. Is that what I'm trying to do? I shrugged, not really knowing why I said what I did.

"You have no idea what this is about, do you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, how we are together. Why the sex with us is so incredible."

"I don't know. I guess not."

"Have you ever heard of BDSM?"

"You mean whips and chains and shit?"

"Something like that. I'm not into all that, but I sort of get the gist of it. It's about one person taking control over the other. I started reading up on it when I was trying to figure out this whole thing with Nancy. Anyway, I realized at some point that I like to take control. I'm sort of dominant by nature."

"Sort of?"

Miles laughed. "Okay, I am dominant. I've never really known that, or acted on it, anyway."

"Never?"

Miles shook his head. "Not before tonight."

"Wow. You could've fooled me. You were so confident."

"I just did what felt right. You helped, you know."

"What did I do?"

"I don't know. I can't explain it. It started the first time I met you. The way you looked so feminine but acted so tough. I don't know. I just wanted to take you right then."

"I was attracted to you at first, too. You made me feel so comfortable. I thought it was because you were married and off limits. Or so I assumed at the time."

Miles leaned toward me and pressed his lips to mine for a series of chaste kisses. I responded by kissing him back.

"Like now. The way you just soften to my kiss."

I shrugged and smiled. 

"I know. It's just natural for you. It makes my dick hard."

I lifted my head to confirm what he was saying. "How on earth ...?"

"I don't know."

"You've already come twice. Once inside me without a condom, I might add."

"I thought we covered the STD discussion."

"We did. But what about the possibility of getting pregnant?"

"What about it?"

"Did you think about that?"

"Yes."

"And you came inside me, anyway?"

"Yes. It sort of got me off, actually."

"What?"

"Yeah. The thought crossed my mind that I might be impregnating you and it turned me on. I don't think there's anything really weird about that. There's nothing sexier than the thought of planting my seed and leaving an indelible mark in the world as a result."

"Did you tell your wife this?"

Miles pulled away and took a deep breath. "Before we knew she was incapable of conceiving, yes. I would've never said that to her after we found out. And it didn't affect my desire to have sex. I still wanted it. She just ... wasn't into it."

"Look, I wasn't trying to make you feel responsible for her lack of interest in sex."

"Yes you were, you ungrateful little whore." Miles lifted the washcloth by a corner and smacked my pussy with it.

"Ow! Ungrateful?"

"Yes, ungrateful." He whipped me with it again.

"Ow! Stop that."

Miles chuckled as he slid off the bed and headed toward the bathroom. I couldn't help but notice the profile of his hard cock bobbing straight out in front of him as he strode across the room. I also couldn't deny how deeply that sight affected me. By the time he returned, I was practically writhing in wanton lust for him.

He immediately picked up on my lustful state. Rather than climbing back onto the bed, he stood beside it and motioned me closer so he could guide my face to his cock.

"I want to enjoy your mouth when I don't have to concentrate on the road."

I eagerly took his cock between my lips, sucking his length all the way into my mouth. He groaned as he wove his fingers into my hair. He didn't pressure me to go deeper or hold me in place, his hands simply followed the movement of my head as it bobbed up and down the length of his shaft. 

"I could become addicted to this."

I smiled up at him and quickened my pace.

"Don't make me come. I want to savor this for awhile."

His fingers moved to my breasts, seeking out my nipples and gently pinching them as I continued to work him over my tongue. 

"Get on your back with your head dangling over the edge of the bed." I shot him a questioning look as I rolled onto my back, tilting my head back over the edge of the bed as he requested. "I want to try something."

He pressed the head of his cock to my lips and I opened to accept it into my mouth. He then kept penetrating my mouth until the head of his cock was stretching the back of my throat. 

"If it becomes too much, or you need to breath, just tap my thighs and I'll pull back."

His cock head eased past the tight opening and into my throat. It was at such a perfect angle, I hardly noticed it at all. Miles withdrew a few inches, allowing me to take a breath before penetrating again. Repeating this procedure slowly, I could feel him sinking deeper and deeper, until his scrotum blanketed my nose and his shaft was completely inside my mouth. 

"Are you ready?"

I nodded even though I wasn't quite sure what was coming. 

Miles didn't pause to explain. Gripping the sides of my face, he began thrusting his pelvis in long, hard strokes, fucking my mouth as deeply as physically possible. 

It was alarming for a second, but then I realized that it was fairly easy to time my breathing with his strokes. Even when he quickened his pace, he still pulled out far enough to allow me space to breathe. I simply focused on relaxing my muscles and breathing.

I didn't have to focus for long. Miles grunted and thrust his cock deep into my throat, holding me there for an extended few seconds as he came. I was amazed that I couldn't even feel the semen being deposited.




Bree's Journey Pt. 01



He extricated himself from my mouth entirely, leaving me panting to get my breath back to normal. I felt a certain sense of pride at what I'd accomplished. It wasn't as though I hadn't deep throated before, but not quite as fully as that. A wide, prideful smile stretched my lips from ear to ear. 

"We'll definitely do that again."

"Oh, yeah? When?"

I knew there was little chance he would be able to continue this frenetic pace he'd set. Miles appeared to ignore my playful challenge, however, and leaned over to claim my mouth in a soulful kiss for several long minutes. By the time he pulled away, the mood had definitely changed. "How about tomorrow night?"

I studied his face to try and detect how serious he was about his suggestion. I just couldn't imagine him being able to get away two nights in a row. 

"You didn't think this was going to be a one-night stand, did you?"

I shrugged. I guess a part of me had assumed that since he was married, this would be very short-term. 

"I want to see you again. Maybe a real date where I pick you up and we go out together."

"I don't understand."

"It's not just the sex. I like you, Bree. I'm already wondering how in the hell I'm going to make it through the day tomorrow without you. I hope you like to text."

"Miles, I think you're pushing it."

"You don't want to see me again?"

"No, I didn't say that. I mean, you know, pushing it with your wife."

"Let me worry about that. I just need to know if you want to keep seeing me, starting with dinner tomorrow night."

I smiled. "Yeah. That would be great."

"Good." Miles kissed me again and then stood to reveal his semi-hard penis. 

My eyes widened in disbelief. "Is this normal for you?"

He shook his head. "No. I'm usually lucky to come twice in one night before falling asleep. And to be perfectly honest, I don't know if I'll be able to finish. It doesn't matter. I'm so fucking happy right now about us."

"Me, too. This is the most fun I've had with a guy in bed in ... well, ages."

Miles climbed over me and situated himself so that his mouth was at one of my nipples. "Let's see if I can change that last word to 'ever'."

***

Miles reluctantly bid farewell in the restaurant parking lot after I'd driven him to retrieve his car. He had my phone number so he could text me throughout the day and confirm our dinner plans. Even after he tried to reassure me that he knew what he was doing, I still expected him to cancel our date. I was certain his wife would put her foot down sooner or later.

We hadn't gotten much sleep throughout the previous night. I lost count how many times he came inside me. I didn't want to burst his bubble and tell him that I was actually taking birth control pills. Since he'd confessed that he got off to the possibility of impregnating me, I figured why spoil his fun. 

We must've set some sort of record for how much I climaxed. Miles was an extraordinarily generous lover when he wasn't being totally bossy and selfish. I liked both sides. It was an exciting dance that we engaged in together and I honestly couldn't remember sex ever being that good. We had a real chemistry.

Miles started texting me when he reached the first traffic light. He didn't stop until mid afternoon when I begged him to give me a two hour break so that I could nap. At precisely the two hour mark, he woke me up with a phone call.

"Hello?"

"Hey, baby."

I yawned and stretched. "Mmmmm, hey." 

"Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you sound right now? What I wouldn't give to be laying beside you in that bed."

"You haven't been out of this bed for very long."

"If I had my way, I'd never leave your bed."

"I'd go along with that."

"That's good because we're on for tonight."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I'll tell you about it at dinner. How soon can you be ready?"

I sighed. "I don't know."

"You thought you'd go back to sleep, didn't you?"

I didn't answer him. It was exactly what I was hoping to do.

"You lazy little thing. I've had to spend all day with my wife, her sister, and her mother; all with a semi-hard cock."

"How is that my fault?"

"I could smell your cunt on my upper lip."

"Mmmmm." I slipped my hand down into my panties and began caressing my slit as images of our last morning encounter flooded my memory. 

"Bree, you better not be playing with yourself."

"Why not?"

"Fuck!"

"I love how you use your tongue on me."

"Bree..."

"The way you attack my clit, sucking and tugging at it with your lips as your tongue flicks it back and forth. God, that turns me on."

"You're going to regret teasing me like this. I might have to take you over my knee when I get there."

"Oooooh, such a threat."

"Okay, don't say I didn't warn you."

"I'm just having a little fun."

"At my expense."

"Hardly. So, what time do I need to be ready?"

"Eight."

"Eight? That's three hours from now, I have plenty of time."

"That's what you think."

I listened for a second. "Hello? Miles?" There was no response so I clicked off my phone and tossed it onto the mattress. Rolling onto my side, I drifted right back to sleep.

A sharp knock sat me straight up in bed. I glanced at the clock, my heart racing in my chest. I just knew that I'd overslept, but the clock showed that it was only 6:10. The knocking continued.

"Hang on. I'll be there in a second."

I stumbled to the door and opened it without even looking to see who was there. Miles pushed the door open wider as he entered. 

"You should never open the door without looking first."

"I'm sorry, I ..."

"I knew you were going to fall back asleep."

"I thought I had until 8 o'clock."

Miles flattened my back to the door, pinning my wrists overhead. "That was until you decided to tease me over the phone. I warned you." He assaulted my mouth with his, plunging his tongue deep, and forcefully moving it about until every inch of my mouth was explored. My head was spinning from the suddenness of everything. 

He yanked me forward by my wrists, all the way to my bed. He then produced a scarf from his pocket. He secured my wrists together with it and then tied it off to the side rail of the bed, forcing me to my knees on the floor in the process.

"Miles, what are you doing?"

"I'm getting you back for earlier. I told you I would. Now, stand up."

Very ungracefully, I got to my feet, still bent at the waist since my tethered wrists wouldn't allow me to stand upright. Miles reached around to the button and zipper of my pants and unfastened them. He then proceeded to push my jeans and panties down to my knees. 

"That should do nicely."

Without warning, his hand came down hard across my exposed buttocks. "OW!"

"That's right, you little tease." His hand came down again in five quick strokes, each one landing in a slightly different place than the one before.

"I get it, Miles." I tried to swing my hips away from him and almost landed face-first on the floor. 

Miles steadied me. "I don't know. Maybe you do, and maybe you don't." His hand came down harder in another grouping. I didn't bother to count this time. All I could think about was the stinging sensation all over my bare ass and how humiliating this was to be spanked like a little school girl.

"Ow! Please..."

"Oh, yeah, you like to beg, don't you? The problem is, you don't even know what you want."

"I want you to stop. Please."

"No you don't."

"I do. I swear."

Miles squeezed a sore buttock with one hand as a finger on his other hand pressed past my pussy lips to glide easily into my slick hole. "Bullshit. You're fucking wet as a whore on payday." He kept his finger buried inside me as he smacked my butt again. "You like this. Admit it."

There was really no denying the effect it had on me. While it stung like hell and was utterly humiliating, it was also turning me on to be handled as if I were a very naughty girl. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction, though. I remained silent, neither confirming nor denying his claim.

"Oh, you fucking stubborn little slut." 

Miles fingered my pussy hard as he assaulted my ass with his other hand. I screamed and tried to bend my knees to get away. Each time I moved one way or another, there was something preventing me from gaining relief. Finally, the spanking stopped. All I could feel was the aftermath of it. A general stinging sensation that was beginning to throb in pain. 

"Maybe you need another kind of motivation."

I shook my head but Miles either didn't notice, or ignored it. His wet finger withdrew from my pussy and began circling my anus. "No, no. Don't Miles."

"Oh, I can tell you're not very experienced back here. We can change that, you know."

"No, please. I admit that I like being spanked."

"Tell me why you like it, my little slut."

I wasn't sure how to answer. The truth of the matter was that until he slid his finger into my slick pussy, I had no idea that it turned me on. "I don't know why. I had no idea that this would..." My voice trailed off. I could hardly think straight.

"So it appears that I know what you like better than you do. Is that what you're saying?"

I wanted to argue with him but I couldn't. He was right. "Yes."

"I know what my slut wants right now but she's not going to get it. Instead, she's going to suck my cock dry and then get dressed for dinner. No shower. She's going to wear a dress of my choosing with no panties beneath it. Is that understood?"

I nodded. My pussy began throbbing uncontrollably as he outlined his demands. 

Miles leaned over and untied the scarf from the bed rail but left it around my wrists. My jeans and panties fell to the floor as I straightened up. "On your knees."

I lowered myself to my knees and waited as he opened his fly and pulled his cock from his briefs. He tilted his shaft until the head of his cock was pointing at my mouth. I parted my lips and began to suck him. 

He was surprisingly gentle again, allowing me to take as little or as much of him into my mouth as I could handle. It made me work harder to get him off. There was something about the way he treated me that just sort of felt right. He doled out just the right amount of humiliation and pain to get me hot without putting me down. I trusted that he wouldn't go too far or hurt me, even if it might lead to his enjoyment. I can't even explain how I came to this conclusion about him, but I just knew it in my gut.

He came in my mouth and I swallowed every bit of it, finally releasing his member only after it began to grow soft. He lifted me to my feet and kissed me sweetly on the lips as he untied my wrists. 

"Are you okay?"

I nodded and smiled. 

"I'm looking forward to our first date."

I grinned up at him. "Me, too. I can't wait to hear how things went today."

"Oh, you will, I promise. Right now we need to get a dress picked out for you. Show me some options."

I led Miles to my closet where we picked out a dress. I suppose he made the decision but it somehow felt like a mutual agreement. We got dressed and he watched me go through my grooming routine, even lingering in the bathroom while I applied my makeup. It was all very comfortable, much like I assumed married life would feel. 

We talked the entire time, flitting from one subject to the next, but spending a lot of time discussing our family dysfunctions. Miles listened intently to everything I said, and was actually interested in most of it. I could tell that he wasn't simply going through the motions. He wanted to know me. 

"You look gorgeous in that dress. You should wear dresses and skirts more often. You're a beautiful woman, but really positively irresistible in feminine clothing."

"Thank you. You're looking handsome, yourself."

"Shall we go before we decide to skip dinner, altogether?"

I wrinkled my nose at his insistence to leave. I would've been perfectly satisfied ordering takeout that would've most likely gone cold when we decided to abandon it in favor of sex. 

"I haven't forgotten. I know you're horny. I like you this way. You're softer; more feminine."

Miles reached out to my wrist and guided my hand to the crotch of his pants. He was hard as a rock.

"I want you just as badly, Bree."

"Then let's just skip dinner."

"Skip our first date and miss the opportunity to watch you squirming with lust for me? Not a chance. Besides, we need to do other things besides just sex. I don't want to be one of your fuck-buddies."

"What do you want to be, then?"

"Your lover. Your boyfriend. The man you love. Someday I hope that we might live together."

"Live together?"

"Yeah. Watching you get ready just made me realize how natural we are together. Anyway, I can always wish, can't I? Let's go."

Miles drove us to a restaurant I hadn't tried before. It was a little out of my price range and I wanted to object to him spending that kind of money on me. It wasn't right for him to be taking me out on a date while his wife stayed home. I wisely bit my tongue, though. I knew he wouldn't agree, and would probably take offense by me placing a dollar value on our date.

I focused instead on Miles, and put out of my mind completely that he was married. It wasn't that difficult to do since he was utterly attentive to my every need, opening doors for me and being overtly affectionate. There was nothing to suggest that he was the least bit uncomfortable with the possibility of being seen with me. 

I scanned the menu as the waiter fetched our drinks, and tried desperately not to feel guilty about the high price of everything. I was fully prepared to settle for a salad even though my stomach was protesting.

"Would you allow me to make suggestions?"

I smiled weakly at him and nodded politely.

"Do you like scallops?"

The scallop entree had been one of my choices until I noticed the price. I avoided eye contact with him and simply smiled in an attempt to avoid the question.

"Nancy gets the scallops when we come here. It's her favorite. If you like them, you should order those."

I'd had enough. "Miles, this isn't right. You shouldn't be taking me to places like this."

"Why not?"

"Because ... Because it's expensive. And you shouldn't spend this kind of money on me. And because you bring your wife here."

"That's a lot of reasons. Why shouldn't I spend money on you?"

"Because you're married, that's why." My timing couldn't have been worse; The waiter walked up just in time to hear my argument. 

Miles didn't miss a beat, however. "You've known the situation from the beginning. Nancy suggested this restaurant."

"She did?" I happened to catch the shocked expression on the waiter's face. I could already hear the lively kitchen gossip that was going to fly when he returned to the back. 

Miles ordered for both of us, pausing for my confirmation as he did so. My stomach was very pleased that it would not be forced to get by with a paltry dinner salad.

He waited until we were alone to pull me close to him. He had insisted we sit next to each other on one bench of the booth rather than across from one another. 

"I know this is difficult to understand but you have to trust me."

"I do trust you. Or I want to, anyway."

Miles chuckled into my hair as he held me tight against him. "I never would've guessed that spending money on you is what you would have the most trouble with. Geez, Bree, you must've dated some real losers in the past."

"There've been a few."

"Okay, maybe it would help if I recounted my conversation with Nancy yesterday."

I nodded as Miles got comfortable. He took a sip of his drink and then rested one hand on my thigh with the other one draped over the back of the seat behind me. I followed suit by taking a rather healthy gulp from my own wine glass followed by a deep, relaxing breath.

"I couldn't really talk to her until her mother and sister left. But from the moment I arrived at the house, I could tell something was different. 

"Nancy was ... I don't know, more relaxed. Probably the happiest I'd seen her in years. She wasn't faking it for her mom and sister, either. I mean, it was genuine. 

"So, the whole time I was texting you, I got to thinking about it. Not just about Nancy and why this makes her happy, but us, too. How happy it makes me when you allow me to take charge. How you get off to it just as much as I do. You know, everything. 

"Anyway, it all began to make sense. Nancy gets off to being humiliated. But I mean, really humiliated - way more than you can even imagine, probably. I think it must fulfill her in some way I can't relate to. On the surface, she wants people to think she is in control of the household. She likes to be domineering and wants me to dote on her. But none of that has gotten us anywhere. It does absolutely nothing for either of us, sexually. 

"Privately, though, she has this need to be put down. Until this afternoon, I had no idea just how deep that might go."

Miles paused to take a sip of his drink. He then slipped his cold hand up my dress between my thighs. I parted my legs and gasped. "Your hand is cold."

"Yes, but you have to admit, it's one way to get you to spread your legs."

"You could've just asked."

"I don't ask. A little wider, baby. I want full access."

"Here?"

"Yes, here. Don't even try to pretend you're shocked by that or I will hike your dress up high enough for the waiter to see what I'm doing."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Oh, yeah? Are you challenging me?"

Suddenly I realized how stupid an idea that was. If Miles didn't care that the waiter knew he was married, he certainly wasn't going to mind him seeing up my skirt. "No, I'm not challenging you. I believe you." I widened my legs as far as they would reasonably go.

Miles took another sip of his drink and then hiked my leg over his to give him even better access. He allowed the skirt of my dress to rest on my thighs, keeping my private parts out of view. "So, where was I? Oh, yeah ... so, I sort of came to the conclusion that I needed to push Nancy, well, actually both of you, a little further. But in different ways."

"Hence, the spanking?"

Miles touched his fingertips to my exposed pussy slit. "Exactly." He caressed up and down my slit as he continued talking. "You needed that, and I enjoyed it immensely. Nancy needed to be reminded that she is an inferior wife because she is incapable of sexually satisfying her husband. She needs that. So after her mom and sister left, I showed her the texts that you and I had been sending one another."

Miles pressed his fingers into my moist heat. I held my breath and gripped the edge of the table so I wouldn't make a sound. It was incredibly difficult to remain calm.

"I told her that I had just had the most incredible sex of my life, and I intended to try and repeat the performance tonight."

My fingernails dug into the table. The realization that our night of sex was just as incredible for him as it was for me was almost enough to make me climax. 

"She was quiet at first. I could see her working it out in her mind. I think she struggles a little with it still. I told her that I loved her and that nothing would change that, but that I also needed to see where this was going. I explained to her that I needed to be fulfilled in this way.

"I think she finally understands that part. I guess it took her being fulfilled herself to finally start to get it. Anyway, so we talked about what that meant. Eventually, I threw down the challenge. She could either put out or shut up about it."

Just knowing that he had adopted such a dominant stance with her made me gasp with pleasure. Miles picked up on it immediately and curled his finger so that he was stimulating that fleshy spot of the front wall of my vagina. I whispered, "Miles, please..."




Bree's Journey Pt. 01



He moved his finger faster and I buried my face in my hands as I shuddered my release, mostly to muffle the gasping and panting that I couldn't seem to contain. "Shhhhh ... It's okay. No one noticed. Just relax and sit back."

I did what he requested. I could tell my cheeks were flushed by the heat radiating from my face, and I was still panting to catch my breath.

Miles removed his hand from up my dress and shifted my leg off his lap so that I could resume a more proper sitting position. He wiped his finger in his napkin and took a sip of his drink as if nothing had just happened. "I wouldn't have given Nancy the choice if I thought there was even a remote possibility that she would actually put out. I think you've ruined me for all other women for the rest of my life. I couldn't possibly want her after being with you. 

"At any rate, the conversation took a turn after that. She asked me where I was going to take you. When I told her I hadn't decided yet, she suggested this place. She asked me if I was coming home afterward, and I told her no."

I shook my head in disbelief and took a sip of my wine.

"Do you feel better now?"

I nodded. "In more ways than one."

"She asked to see a picture of you."

"She did? Why?"

"She said she just wanted to know what you looked like. I think it might be a bit like porn for her."

I wrinkled my brow at Miles.

"She plans to use it to get off."

"Oh!"

"I would like to have some pictures of you to hold me over until I see you again. Would you pose for me, baby?"

I could feel my cheeks starting to flush again. "Okay, yeah, I guess so. Are you sure she isn't requesting a photo so she can hunt me down and kill me?"

Miles laughed out loud. "I'm sure. Nancy is not a killer. She may even develop a little crush. She's been known to do that with some women, although she'd never admit it."

"Why wouldn't she admit that? I've had girl crushes. Every woman I know has had a crush on another woman at one time or another. It doesn't mean anything."

"You don't have to explain it to me. Nancy is quite a bit more sexually repressed than you."

"That's a shame."

"Why? Were you hoping for a threesome?"

"No. I meant that it's a shame that she can't just accept who she is. No one should be ashamed of who they are."

Our food arrived, interrupting our conversation. The scallops were amazing, as was Miles' filet, of which he fed me a few bites from the tines of his fork. Our conversation wove around the topics of sports and general news, and never seemed to get back to his wife or her interesting views on sex. 

After dinner, Miles drove to a park with a large playground and castle, parked the car and turned it off. 

"Have you ever wanted to fuck in a public playground?'

I glanced around at the dark, deserted park. "I can't say that I have."

"Well, I have. Come on."

We both got out of the car at the same time, scanning the vacant park for any sign of other humans. Miles walked around the car and took my hand in his, leading me toward the castle. When we reached the sandy ground, he paused and took my shoes off, setting them down neatly on the walkway. 

In the shadows cast by the castle-like structure, Miles pulled me into his arms for a deep kiss. When he pulled away, he was panting. 

"I need to be inside you, Bree. Right now."

He unzipped his pants and fished his swollen cock through the opening of his fly. Then he spun me around and bent me over the wooden platform, lifting my dress so he could position his cock at my opening. In one swift motion, he was entering me. Another couple of thrusts, he was buried to the hilt. 

I could tell by his intensity that he had no intention of making this one last. I had no idea, though, what the significance of the playground was until he started whispering to me.

"I need to come inside you. I want you pregnant." 

I was freaked out at first. I'd made up my mind years earlier that I never wanted children. But then his fucking got even more intense and somehow the whole idea that he was getting this carried away by the notion of impregnating me started to really turn me on.

"You must have my children. Tell me you'll have my children. Say it."

I barely managed to choke out the words as I began to climax. "I'll have your baby."

"Fuck, yes. Yes, yes ..."

Miles chanted as he delivered his final thrusts, coming deep inside my quivering cunt. We'd come at almost the precise same moment and the experience was amazing.

Miles remained inside me until gravity, and the fact that his member had grown soft, made him slide out. A warm trickle of semen slid down my inner thigh as I stood upright. I clamped my thighs together, not knowing how else to handle it.

"Don't worry about it. We'll get cleaned up when we get back to your place."

"What about your car seat?"

"It's leather. It'll survive."

Miles led us back to my shoes and then to the parking lot. I briefly wondered if anyone had heard any part of our exchange. I also wondered if Miles would bring it up again or hold me to my promise. I hoped not. 

***

I stared into my cup of coffee at my desk Monday morning as I waited for my computer to come to life, trying to shake the bereavement from just one night away from Miles. He'd decided to stay at his house Sunday night. 

It was pathetic how I was already falling for this man. Despite all his little kinks and the fact that he was contentedly married, I was undoubtedly growing attached to Miles. It didn't matter if it was love or infatuation, it all feels the same: Great when you're together, and lonely when you're apart. 

He had "family obligations" on Sunday that prevented him from calling or texting me. I received one brief text wishing me "sweet dreams" around 10pm. I didn't respond because I knew I wouldn't get an answer and that would just make me feel worse. So I spent all day imagining him with another woman and hating him for taking me on that date and being attentive enough to make me feel like there was more to our relationship than just sex. How could there be? He was married with no intention of leaving his wife. I was a fool to be lured into thinking otherwise. 

Still, I didn't want to give him up. He was more addictive than any drug, and just as bad for me, but I didn't care as long as I could experience that high that only he could give me. I just needed a fix.

When his name suddenly appeared on the caller ID of my cell phone, my heart nearly leapt from my chest. 

"Hello?"

"Hey, baby. How are you?"

I lied. "I'm okay. How're you?"

"Horny as fucking hell just from the sound of your voice. I've missed you."

"I miss you, too."

"Did you sleep okay last night?"

I lied again. "Yeah. I went to bed kind of early."

"Did you get my text? You didn't respond."

"I didn't see it until this morning." It was easier to say that than explain why I couldn't bring myself to text him back. 

"You were in bed early then. I really missed snuggling next to you."

I didn't respond to that minor confession. If he missed me so much, he could've jumped in his car and headed to my place.

"Is everything okay, baby? You're being awfully quiet."

"I'm okay. I'm just at work."

"I think it's more than that."

"I've just been missing you, that's all."

"I know, baby. I've been missing you, too. I snuck off to the bathroom yesterday afternoon to jack off to the pictures we took Saturday night. I was so into it, I didn't hear Nancy walk in."

"Did she catch you?"

"Red handed."

"What did you do?"

"I just kept going. She made her usual disgusted noise and left the room in a huff. I came hard after that."

I hated how just knowing that he had been masturbating to images of me made me aroused.

"I showed her the pics we took. Not just the one we took for her, but the ones I used to get off."

"Miles, why did you do that?"

"I don't know. It sort of pisses me off when she acts so self-righteous about masturbation, like she never does it. I wanted her to see what turns me on. That you are what I want, and that you're everything that she is not."

"What was her reaction?"

"It was hard for her to look at them. Especially the ones where it's obvious from my wedding ring that it's me there with you."

"I can't believe you showed her those."

"It's not like she doesn't know, Bree."

"I know, but seeing is totally different."

"It adds to the humiliation for sure, but I didn't even get close to her limit. I guarantee you she committed those images to memory and used them to get off later. She took one of her long baths behind a locked bathroom door last night."

I shifted in my seat, becoming increasingly more aroused by that thought. Miles had shown me a picture of Nancy so it wasn't that difficult to mentally picture her in that bathtub.

"I need to get to a meeting here in a few minutes. I mostly wanted to hear your voice."

"I'm glad you called."

"Me, too. I really have missed you, baby. Are you planning to go to your usual restaurant Tuesday night?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess so. Should I ask for two menus?"

"No. I'm thinking that Nancy and I might come together."

"Oh." I wasn't sure how to react to that idea.

"I can introduce the two of you. Just to keep the awkwardness to a minimum, we'll sit at a separate table. But if you happen to go to the ladies' room, I might just have to sneak away for a kiss. Would that be okay?"

"Yeah, I guess so. As long as it doesn't cause a scene. I like that place and wouldn't want to get kicked out."

"Nancy won't cause trouble, I promise you. Can you do something else for me?"

"What?"

"Can you wear a dress or skirt?"

"No panties?"

"No, I want you to wear panties this time. I just like the way you look in a skirt. Okay?"

"Okay. I'll wear a skirt."

"We'll be there around seven. I can't wait to see you, Bree."

"Me, either. Am I going to hear from you before then?"

"Of course. I'll text you after lunch."

"Okay. I'll keep my phone on."

"Bye, baby."

"Bye."

I set my cell on the desk, feeling giddy from having just gotten my Miles fix for the morning. My mind drifted almost immediately to our plans for Tuesday night. I was nervous about meeting Nancy. I'd secretly imagined it a thousand times but never with any single scene or plan in mind. Having a plan was real. 

I planted the picture Miles had shown me of her firmly in my mind. I remember being surprised by it. She was a lot prettier than I had imagined. I'd been picturing this highly overweight, generally unkempt sort of a woman with maybe scraggly hair and little gray whiskers on her chin. I guess it was easier for me that way. 

Nancy was nothing like that, of course. She was petite, rather thin, with short brown hair and a creamy white complexion. I could picture her cheeks flushing as Miles described all the things we did together. How her stomach probably churned as he jabbed her with the vivid details. I could imagine the feeling of inadequacy that must consume her in that moment. 

On the one hand, it almost made me sick to think of it. On the other hand, she could change things if she chose. Miles had given her the opportunity time and again. She was a victim by choice, not because she was being forced into it.

I realized that I was clenching my jaw. I despised women who pretended to be victims. I had been forced years earlier to watch the law enforcement and legal system destroy a childhood friend of mine who'd been brutally gang raped. All because they refused to believe she wasn't a willing participant. They'd been jaded by the dozens of pretenders who'd been processed before her. 

My desk phone rang, snapping me back to present day and forcing my mind to focus on work. It was a much needed distraction from the deep-seated resentment that Nancy seemed to unearth within me. 

I kept my head down for most of the day, diving into work tasks with an energy and focus I hadn't had in ages. While part of it was the underlying anxiety I felt about Tuesday, the majority of it was a desperate need to keep my mind off of Miles and Nancy. It worked, for the most part. 

Miles called me on his way home from work and we chatted while he sat in traffic. Living fairly close to the office, I arrived home during the conversation and began sifting through my closet for what I was going to wear the next evening. I didn't tell Miles what I was doing. Men never understand how women obsess over just the right outfit. I was being particularly obsessive on this occasion because I was meeting Miles' wife and there would be a natural tendency to draw comparisons between the two of us. 

We finished our phone conversation around the same time that I decided that I had absolutely nothing appropriate to wear. I grabbed a protein bar, a bottle of water, and my handbag, and headed back out the door for the mall.

***

How is it that when you are looking forward to something, time drags until that moment comes, but when you are filled with dread, time flies past in the blink of an eye? It was Tuesday evening before I was mentally prepared for it. 

I arrived at the restaurant just before 7pm and was seated with a drink in my hand before Miles and Nancy walked through the door. Miles hadn't discussed with me just how he planned to initiate the introduction, or whether or not he was going to warn Nancy in advance. I had asked him for these details in text but he skirted the questions. Knowing him, he derived some twisted sort of thrill from keeping his plan a secret.

I gulped at my drink and shifted in my seat until my butt was practically raw. It crossed my mind more than once how foolish it was for me to agree to this public introduction. Somehow, I'd convinced myself that I was doing nothing wrong and that this whole arrangement was actually normal. As I played out the possible upcoming scenes in my head, it became evident to me that there was nothing usual, ordinary, or normal about our relationship. 

Opening my eyes wide, I glanced about the room. It was as if I were seeing clearly for the first time in days. My gaze sought my waiter in order to settle the bill for my single drink. Instead, it landed directly on Miles' smiling face, rapidly approaching with Nancy in tow. I was stuck.

"Sabrina!"

The inflection of his voice made it sound like he was trying to play it off as coincidence that I was there. I nervously scrambled to my feet, unsure if I was supposed to pretend to be surprised. I was more than a little annoyed with Miles to be put in this position. "Miles! Hi. How are you?"

"I'd like you to meet my wife, Nancy. Nancy, Sabrina."

Nancy extended her hand with a rather fake smile. "Nice to meet you, Sabrina."

I shook her hand. "Bree. You can call me Bree." I had no idea why I said that except that I was too nervous to think of anything else to say.

"I first met Bree here at this very restaurant on Valentine's Day, darling."

"Yes. How ironic."

Miles took Nancy's hand in his, squeezing it tight enough to cause discomfort. "Now, honey, behave yourself."

Nancy rolled her eyes and lifted her chin, glancing over at the waiter who was placing menus at their table. "Our table is waiting, Miles."

"And it can keep waiting." Miles brazenly ogled my body from head to toe, seemingly uninterested in what she was saying. His lust was obvious.

My neck and face heated in an instant. I told myself it was from embarrassment. I often lie to myself like that. The truth of the matter was, it turned me on.

"You look exquisite in that dress, Bree. I don't recall seeing it hanging in your closet. Is it new?"

The temperature of my face rose another ten degrees with his admission at having seen my closet. I barely stammered my reply. "Yes. I bought it last night."

"You picked it out just for this occasion?"

I nodded. I was nervous about saying too much. 

"Nancy struggled with what to wear, too. She wanted to look pretty for you."

"Well, you succeeded, Nancy. I love your dress."

Nancy looked a little surprised by my compliment but then quickly recovered. "Thank you, Sa...Bree. Your dress is lovely."

"Thanks."

Miles's smile widened to what appeared to be a very smug grin. "We should take our seats now. Enjoy your dinner, Bree."

"Thanks. You, too. It was nice meeting you, Nancy."

"Thank you. Nice meeting you, as well. Please be sure to stop by our table and say goodbye before you leave."

It was my turn to be surprised. "Oh, okay. I will."

We all nodded briefly in agreement before they continued their path to their table some ten yards away. I sunk into my chair with one long exhale before reaching for my drink like it was a life preserver. 

I became hyper aware of my every movement during dinner. I can't recall a single moment of relaxation, even after downing two drinks. It was how I felt when I first started dining out alone. It took me weeks to get through dinner without feeling self-conscious. 

I rushed through my meal, and summoned the waiter to bring my bill right away. The only things stopping me from dashing out the door were my full bladder and my promise to stop by their table before leaving. While I might be allowed the oversight if I skipped the farewell, my bladder would not be so forgiving. I sucked in a sharp breath, slinging my handbag over my shoulder as I rose to walk toward their table. 

They were still eating their meal, and I considered just detouring straight to the restroom but Miles caught my eye and set his silverware down in anticipation of my approach. 

"I don't want to interrupt your meal ..."

"It's no bother, dear." 

It was Nancy who fought to ease my nerves, and the immediate sense of relief nearly buckled my knees. I realized in that second that in some twisted way, she held all the cards. My ability to cope hinged on her acceptance of the situation. As my alcohol-fed mind processed that thought, I became somewhat irked. I was relying on the opinion of someone I'd just met. A woman. The poor excuse of a wife to my lover, no less. 

All of this processing happened in a second. Her term of endearment changed from sounding like a rescue to being condescending, more than anything else. 

I stood taller and smiled back at her. A moment earlier I'd been ready to slink out of the restaurant and walk away from this mess. But if a confrontation is what she wanted, I wouldn't disappoint her. 

"I hope your meal was worth the drive. You must've passed at least a dozen good restaurants to get to this one."

I glanced from Nancy's fallen face to Miles. A grin was tugging at his lips. I had half a mind to lean over and kiss him right there in front of everyone. Instead, I decided that I should leave while I was ahead. 

"Anyway, I just stopped by to bid you both a good evening before heading to the ladies' room."

Miles nodded. "We appreciate that." He looked over at Nancy with a somewhat menacing expression. 

"Yes, thank you for stopping by. Please drive safely."

I was somewhat sickened by her manners. This is what men marry. All grace and no spark. It's no wonder the divorce rate is so high. 

"It is good to see you, Bree." Miles' voice was low and hoarse. 

I smiled and tilted my head in an openly flirtatious response to his obvious desire. The air between us grew thick with lust in an instant. Nancy didn't even exist anymore. Turning toward the restroom, my back to Nancy, I winked at Miles as my finger extended to glide across his arm as I strode from their table. It was the perfect exit.

I dipped into the single occupancy restroom, locking the door behind me and inhaling my first real breath since standing up from my table. The alcohol may have made it possible for me to stand up to Nancy at their table but it didn't completely quiet my nerves. There was still a risk she would make a public scene, and then it would be exposed that I was, in fact, having an affair with her husband. In most people's eyes, that would make me look bad. 




Bree's Journey Pt. 01



As I washed my hands and looked over my makeup in the mirror, I was aware of how insanely sexy that made me feel. I am the other woman. The desirable one. He'd risk losing her to sleep with me. I assessed my appearance and adjusted the top of my dress to be more provocative. I also decided that being the other woman suited me a lot better than being the unwanted wife. 

Emerging from the restroom, I stepped directly into Miles' arms. 

"God, I've missed you." Miles' lips were on mine as he pulled me to the side and then flattened me against the wall next to the bathroom door. His tongue darted past my lips in a heated kiss that was both urgent and raw. It made my knees weak with need. 

He dragged his lips from mine toward my ear as he pulled my body tight against his. His hot panting on my neck put every nerve ending of mine on alert just before his sharp bite jolted my clit to a full throb. He painfully sucked on the flesh of my neck and I knew it would leave a scandalous mark. 

"I could fuck you right here, I swear."

I was feeling particularly reckless in that moment. "What's stopping you?"

"Oh, don't tempt me, Bree." 

He slipped his hand up my dress and pushed his fingers past the elastic leg of my panties before I could protest. "Miles ..."

"Shhhh...my wife will hear you."

This was all a game to him. Part of the thrill. I didn't want to admit that it was thrilling to me, too, but there was little I could do to deny it as his finger slid easily through my slick folds. I was soaking wet down there.

"You are such a perfect slut." 

Miles removed his finger and positioned it outside my panties. He then pushed the crotch of my panties up inside my sopping hole as far as the fabric would allow, moving his fingers around to get my panties fully saturated. 

"Take off your underwear and give it to me."

I frowned and looked at him. "Okay. Give me a second ..."

"No. Now. Right here."

"Someone might come around the corner ..."

"So? Just slip them down your legs."

I could feel the heat rising up my neck and onto my cheeks. I didn't want to do it, but I could tell by his expression that he wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer. I nodded and reached up my dress, hooking my fingers over the elastic waistband and sliding the garment down my legs. I nearly fell over as I hurriedly tried to pull my heels through the elastic holes. 

I wadded the panties in my palm and discreetly handed them to him, so sure that someone was going to walk around the corner at any moment. 

"Doesn't it feel good to be a little naughty?"

Now that the garment was safely in his pocket, I could breathe again. I nodded. 

"You're so fucking sexy. We are going to have so much fun together. I need to get back now."

"Wait. I thought ..." Part of the reason I agreed so readily to remove the panties was because I thought he wanted unfettered access to my pussy. 

"Save it for later. We'll Skype."

I nodded, unable to completely hide my disappointment. 

"I'll work something out for tomorrow. Either lunch or dinner. Will that work?"

I nodded. It was better than nothing. 

Miles lifted my chin and gave me a peck on the lips. "Give me an hour." Then he was gone.

I smoothed my dress and combed my fingers through my hair. Taking a deep breath, I walked around the corner, lifted my chin, and set my sights on the exit.

***

Two days later, I found myself at the noon hour sitting at a crowded restaurant perfectly situated between Miles' office and mine. He'd been unable to get away for either lunch or dinner on Wednesday. 

As promised, we did have a rather steamy Skype session Tuesday night, in which I did things in front of my computer that I never imagined I would have the guts to do. The thought of it made me shudder, and I hoped he wouldn't ask me to repeat the performance any time soon.

"Hi, baby." Miles leaned over to peck my lips before taking his seat. "Have you been waiting long?"

"No. I was a little late, myself." I'd hoped he would arrive before me. 

Miles glanced around the room before picking up his menu. It was clear he was sweeping the place for familiar faces. Being with a married man felt so sordid at times.

"I ordered you an iced tea."

"Perfect. Thanks, baby. Do you know what you want to eat?"

"Yeah."

Miles took another moment reading the menu before folding it in front of him. "How has your day been?"

I nodded. "Good. Yours?"

"This is the best part so far. But that's to be expected. I'm sorry we couldn't do this yesterday."

"It's okay. I mean, we don't have to see each other every day."

"No, we don't have to; but a guy can wish, right?"

I sighed and sat back in my chair. Even if it was a cheap line, it was still sweet of him to say. "I believe you owe me a certain garment. Were you planning to give them back?"

Miles grinned. "No, I can't say that I was."

The waiter arrived with our drinks and took our order. Once we were alone, I leaned forward and frowned at him. "What did you do with them?"

Miles chuckled and lifted his glass of tea to his lips. 

"Seriously. Where are they?"

"I don't know where they are, and that's the honest truth."

"What did you do with them, then?"

"I gave them to Nancy."

"You, what!?" I realized that my pitch was attracting attention so I lowered my voice and leaned forward. "What the hell did you do that for?"

Miles shrugged. "I don't know. It seemed like the thing to do at the time. She was sitting there all smug when I came back from the restroom because she knew you had left. I just dropped them on her lap. Right on top of her napkin."

"Holy shit, Miles. What did she do?"

"Oh, it was comical. I wish you could've seen her face. She snatched them up and shoved them in her purse before anyone could see them."

"Did she say anything to you about it?"

"Nope. She acted as though it never happened."

"How bizarre. I don't get her at all."

Miles smiled and shook his head. "It's not for us to understand. It's her way."

"How did you know she wasn't going to freak out?"

Miles shrugged. "I didn't. I mean, not totally. But Nancy has never made a public scene in her life. I was actually shocked she was as sardonic as she was with you. She was raised to be ever so polite regardless of the circumstance."

"I sort of got that impression."

"She's not at all like you."

"Are you implying that I'm rude?"

Miles laughed. "No, not at all. You just aren't scared shitless of what everyone thinks. And you say what's on your mind. It's what I like about you."

"I hope that's not the only part you like."

"Oh, please. You know it's not. I'm working on changing things so I can see you more."

"You are? How?"

"I'm getting Nancy to come clean. We talked in the car on the way home Tuesday night. She likes you."

"You could've fooled me."

"What do you expect? She worries about what people will think of her. A lot. Too much. She didn't want anyone at the restaurant to think she would put up with her husband having an affair with another woman. It just wouldn't sit well with the ladies in her bunco group."

"I guess not."

"She thought you were pretty. Nice. She approves of my choice. It is really something of a minor breakthrough the way she acknowledges your presence in my life now. She asked me this morning if I planned to eat dinner with you."

We didn't have plans for dinner so I tilted my head and raised my eyebrows in question.

"I have to work tonight. We have a group presentation early tomorrow morning. I'll be ordering pizza from the office."

I nodded and sat back in my chair. Miles suddenly looked up, smiled and waved, presumably to someone across the room. 

"A peer of my boss."

"Is that going to be a problem?"

"No, not at all. I mean, he's met my wife, but I don't even know if he remembers her or anything. It doesn't matter if he does, quite frankly. It's not like my wife doesn't know."

"True. But you don't care if other people know you're having an extra-marital affair?"

"Nah. Doesn't bother me a bit."

I shook my head. "It's so different for men."

Miles ignored my statement and I was relieved. I didn't want to get into a heavy discussion about dual standards over lunch.

"Anyway, I've been working on Nancy. Little by little."

Our food arrived. I'd forgotten that we'd even ordered. 

"I still have a few things to work out, but I was wondering if you had plans for the weekend."

"Any night in particular?"

"The whole weekend."

"Oh! No, no set plans. What do you have in mind?"

"I am working on the details. Can you be packed and ready to go by around 6:30 tomorrow? I intend to leave work early."

"I think I can manage it."

Miles smiled. "Good. It's a date, then."

"You're not going to tell me where we're going or what we're doing?"

Miles grinned as he chewed his food. "I'll tell you on the way."

"How will I know what to pack?"

"Okay. We're not going far and we won't be spending much time in public because I intend to fuck you silly."

I grinned across the table at him. "I see."

"You know what I like. Easy access. No undergarments. Surprise me with the rest. I love lingerie."

"Wow, that's unusual. Most men hate lingerie." I flattened my lips in a straight line and cocked one eyebrow with a sarcastic expression. 

"Don't get cute. I'm not afraid to take you over my knee."

"You've made that pretty clear."

"As I recall, you liked it."

I squirmed in my seat. Just the thought of him spanking my bare bottom made my cheeks flush. 

Miles huffed, "Yeah, that's what I thought."

The rest of the afternoon flew by, which was highly unusual considering how much I was looking forward to the weekend. It felt like the snap of a finger before 6:30 Friday evening rolled around and Miles was walking through my front door.

"You ready to go?"

"Are we in a hurry?"

"Not really. But if we don't get going, I'll flatten you on that bed and then we'll never get out of here."

"That sounds more like a promise than a threat. Where are we going, anyway?"

"Come on, let's go. I'll tell you in the car."

Miles lifted my canvas bag and slung it over his shoulder. 

"Is this it?"

"Yeah."

"You pack light."

"Lingerie doesn't take up much space."

"Mmmmm...I like the sound of that."

He ushered me swiftly to his car and pulled out of my driveway as if we were running late. I sat in the passenger seat staring at him but otherwise trying to patiently wait for him to spill his guts about our destination.

"Stop staring at me. I'm already struggling to drive with this fucking hard-on I have."

"I can take care of that, you know."

Miles growled. "Yes, I know. Believe me, I know. I want to wait until we get there."

I opened my mouth to ask where there was, but stopped. He was negotiating traffic, changing lanes and paying attention to the myriad of traffic lights around the interstate exchange. Judging by his maneuvers, we were about to get on the highway. For our own safety, my question could wait.

I was correct about the direction he was headed and a few moments later, we were traveling south on the tollway that cuts the city vertically in two. We were about to pass my office when he spoke.

"We're spending the weekend at my place."

"Oh, wow. How did you swing that?"

"It took some talking, but Nancy is a smart woman. She knew I was going to bring it up sooner or later."

"Where did she go on such short notice?"

Miles snapped his head toward me for a second to flash me a confused expression before looking back at the road. "She didn't go anywhere. She's making us dinner."

"WHAT!? Miles, NO! No way."

"Why not? What's the problem?"

"What's the problem?"

Miles frowned and shot me one of his signature menacing looks.

I sat back in my seat and lowered my voice. "Sorry, I wasn't expecting this. You should've told me before now."

"Why? So you could back out?"

Yes. "No. So we could talk about it."

Miles smirked as if he'd heard my silent thoughts as loud as my words. "We have another 40 minutes in this car. That's plenty of time."

I wanted to beat the dashboard and stomp my feet. There was nothing I would be able to say to make him change his mind, short of completely ending our relationship. I huffed and turned toward the window to watch the buildings fly by as we curved through the north end of the city.

"It's going to be fine. Nancy agreed to try this out. Hell, it was her idea to cook dinner tonight so you and I could just relax and enjoy ourselves."

"And then what?"

"What do you mean?"

"Does she sleep in the bed with us? Or were you planning on putting me in the guest room?"

"Just the opposite, actually. Nancy has moved into the guest room for the weekend so you and I can share the master."

My jaw dropped as I stared at him with the most exaggerated shocked expression I could muster. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, Bree, I'm serious. It's the best solution."

My palm came to rest on my forehead in total disbelief. "You kicked your wife out of the master bedroom?"

"I didn't kick her out. She volunteered. The guest bed is smaller. Let's face it, if you're sleeping under my roof, I'm going to be next to you, that's all there is to it."

"Oh, God, this is so fucked up."

"I honestly didn't think you'd have this much trouble with it. You've known the situation all along. You've met Nancy. She is totally on-board with all of this. What is the big deal?"

My palm slid down over my eyes with my head resting firmly against the headrest. I didn't even know where to begin. My thoughts were racing around in random patterns so I couldn't make sense of them or even catch a single one to say out loud. 

"If it ends up being too uncomfortable for you, for any of us, we'll just pack up and head back to your place."

As we got closer and closer to his part of town, I knew that what he'd proposed was the best I could hope for. He'd worked too hard to get to this point and he wasn't about to take a step backward because the one person who should have the least amount of trouble with the whole thing was being difficult. I nodded.

The remainder of the drive was silent, my mind playing a thousand scenes like mini featurettes during the long drive to Miles' house. None of them ended well. 

I kept chastising myself for getting involved. I hated that I liked Miles too much to walk away. It made me feel weak. I always felt weak when I allowed my emotions to rule over my intellect. Maybe that is the very definition of the word.

The car turned off before I even realized we'd stopped.

"We're here. Are you going to be okay?"

I glanced over at Miles. His face was riddled with genuine concern. My silence for the remainder of the trip had undoubtedly made him realize the seriousness of my protests. He managed a weak, questioning smile, and it made my heart drop all the way down into my stomach, it felt. 

He really wanted this to work. He was on the brink of having his cake and eating it, too. It was like capturing a unicorn, or getting that crystal-clear snapshot of Bigfoot. I'd always had a special place in my heart for the underdog. 

Because let's face it, buddy, the odds are against this working. 

I took a deep breath and smiled on the exhale. "I'm going to be fine."

"Are you sure?"

Oh, now that we're here, you're going to give me the option to back out? "I'm sure."

Miles leaned over the center console for a kiss. I met him halfway. Now that we were sitting in his driveway, he seemed to be in less of a hurry. He continued to kiss me deeply for several minutes, and with the passing of each one, I could feel myself relaxing. By the time we pulled apart he had me believing that everything was going to work out. That is, until he spoke.

"We better get inside before one of the neighbors spots us. Nancy would have a hissy fit."

Fuck! As Miles dragged me from the passenger seat toward the door, I managed to ask a vital question. "Does Nancy own a gun?"

Miles rolled his eyes at me as he opened the door. I thought that was a perfectly rational question. As my feet crossed the threshold, he called into the other room. "It's just us, hon."

Miles led me through the dining room and into the kitchen with a death grip on my hand that about had me in a panic. Nancy swiveled toward us. She had been studying a recipe book with a pair of reading glasses balanced on the end of her nose. Peering above the lenses, she smiled directly at me. "Welcome, Bree. It's good to see you again."

I studied her face in search of a hint of sarcasm but could find none. "Thanks. It's good to see you, too."

Miles kissed Nancy on the cheek and I detected a hint of hostility then. She turned back to her reading before he'd pulled away from her completely, cutting short any possibility of that kiss lingering or becoming intimate. I had no idea if that was her normal reaction to him, or a result of the present situation. I swallowed hard to keep my heart from thumping straight up my throat and landing on that kitchen floor.

"I'm going to show Bree around. How long before dinner?"

"Oh, at least 40 minutes. I wasn't sure how much traffic you'd run into."

"It wasn't bad, really. Was it?"

Miles looked over at me and I blinked myself back to the kitchen. The ordinary small talk they were engaging in somehow made the whole situation seem even more surreal. "No, not bad at all." I had no idea about the traffic, but I was in no position to discuss it, so I simply agreed.

"Would you like a glass of wine, Bree?"

I checked the space around Nancy. A half full glass of red wine was within her reach. "Uh, no thanks. Not right now. Thanks."

I winced when I realized that I'd just thanked her twice for offering. I could've sworn I spied a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth before Miles hauled me out of the kitchen by my numb hand. 

There wasn't that much to see. It was a modest house with even more modest furnishings. It was fairly obvious that they spent their money on other things, but not so obvious what those things were, other than dining at nice restaurants and driving nice vehicles. I was surprised that Nancy's car was both newer and more pretentious than Miles'. 

We reached the master suite last. Miles set my overnight bag and purse on the bed. I hadn't even noticed he'd been carrying them the entire time. "This is where we'll sleep." Miles pulled me into his arms and added, "...among other things."

His hands slid down to cup my ass and my entire body stiffened. 

Miles released his grip on me and heaved a sigh. He sucked in a breath to speak, but I interrupted him before he could utter a sound.

"The door is open," I spouted in a loud whisper.

Miles continued to speak in a normal tone. "Yes, I'm aware of that. You think she doesn't know about us?"

"No, that's not it. We don't have to flaunt it, though, do we?"

Miles chuckled. "No. I didn't realize we were."

"Just...Can we shut the door?"

"Actually, no. That's part of the agreement with Nancy. No hiding. No sneaking around. No shut doors."

I tried to get my mind wrapped around that thought. I was so not prepared for a 'no privacy' weekend. But Miles wasn't going to give me any time to work it out. His hands were back on my ass as his teeth tugged at my earlobe. 

"It's been too long. I need to be inside you."

He pressed my pelvis to his where I immediately noticed his stiff rod. It was obvious he'd been worked up for some time. I could hardly fathom how he was able to do that in our current situation, but then again, he'd had much longer to work it out in his mind than I'd been afforded. I regretted not accepting Nancy's offer of alcohol.




Bree's Journey Pt. 02



Content warning: Parts two and three are set in the household of a gay couple. While there are no explicit M/M scenes, some of the content explores the challenges specific to being gay and bi-sexual. If this makes you uncomfortable (in a bad way) you might not want to read on.

*****

Bree

Sunlight peeking through the slats of the blinds woke me up. I was disoriented for a moment, not recognizing my surroundings. It all came back to me when I spied my duffel bag on the chair. I was in my brother's spare bedroom. 

I sat up and assessed my condition. I didn't feel bad. I hadn't drank enough to suffer a hangover, apparently. That, or the aspirin that Bryan gave me at bedtime did the trick. 

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and plucked my phone from my duffel, where I'd tossed it the night before. 

10:08. Bryan should be in class. Daniel is probably still sleeping. And another missed call. Shit.

I dropped the phone, located my toothbrush and paste in my duffel, and then padded to the door in my oversized tee and cotton panties. My bladder was demanding attention. Everything else could wait.

I didn't detect any signs of life as I glided across the hallway into the bathroom with no shower. I did notice that the other bedroom door was open, but didn't think much of it. Bryan had an eight-thirty class, so the only person who could be in there was my brother, Daniel.

Several minutes later, I emerged with an empty bladder, fresh breath, and one thing on my mind...coffee. I headed straight for the kitchen.

I happened to spot Daniel sprawled out on the couch as I passed through the living room. His eyes fluttered open.

"Hey. What are you doing out here?"

He stretched and yawned before answering. "I got up with Bryan. Too lazy to go back to bed."

I grinned and shook my head. I missed that part of being in college. Turning back toward the kitchen, I refocused on my primary objective. 

"Bring me a cup, too, will ya?"

I nodded as I searched through the cabinets to find their mugs. I didn't have to look for long. Bryan put them just where I would, if this were my house. I credited him for doing that because I knew that my brother would just pile them on the counter, not bothering to put them away, if he had his way.

I filled both mugs with coffee from the pot that Bryan had obviously made before he left for his class. 

"Cream and sugar?"

"Yep."

I doctored his coffee and shuffled to the living room. I set his mug in front of him, and then took a seat in the chair adjacent to the sofa. 

"Thanks."

I nodded as I took my first sip. 

"I only have one class today. Bryan has three. His schedule sucks this semester."

Bryan and Daniel were both in their third year of college. Ordinarily, that would mean they were both juniors. Bryan had enough credits to technically be a senior, though. He was on course to graduate at least a semester before Daniel.

I'd never given it much thought. Before yesterday, I didn't know they were a couple, but I wondered what they planned to do after school.

"Is Bryan going to graduate this semester, or in the fall?"

"He's one class short of graduating this year."

"What are you guys going to do after he graduates?"

"He's going to just get a job here until I finish school. Probably ride me endlessly to study, being the bitch that he is."

"Oh, please. You love that he pushes you. Mom and Dad never did."

"Don't start on the whole, 'you got away with murder growing up', thing. It gets old."

"Okay, I won't. But you did."

Daniel scowled at me. 

"Jus' sayin'."

"You didn't exactly grow up with strict rules, yourself. I don't recall you getting grounded for all those times you snuck out of the house. Or even the time you puked all over the bathroom after coming back from a party. How old were you then, sixteen?"

I held up my hand. "Okay. I get it. Truce. Is that what your problem was last night?"

"What?"

"The way you got all pissed off about me hanging out with Kieran."

"No. That was ... You should stay away from him."

"Why?"

"Just...because. He's not your type."

I had come to the same conclusion, but it was sort of insulting to hear it from my brother. "Why is that? Because he's smart, and obviously comes from a rich family?"

"No. Hell, no. That's not why."

I waited to hear his reasoning, but after almost a minute of silence, it became clear that he wasn't going to elaborate. "What is it about Kieran that you're not telling me?"

"It's nothing, okay? Just drop it. You're not going to pry Kieran's dirty little secrets from me. He's a friend. A good friend."

"Why is it okay for him to be your friend and not mine?"

"You can be friends with whoever you want. I just don't think you should get involved with him, that's all."

I had no intention of doing anything with Kieran. We'd had a good time. I obviously felt comfortable enough with him to share some of my private affairs. It bothered me that he didn't do the same, but I didn't ask, either. My mind was buzzing with alcohol at the time, and let's face it, I was a little self-absorbed. 

My mind wandered to our incidental kiss. That was the best way to categorize it. It wouldn't have happened if we hadn't been trying to appear occupied while that other couple walked past us in the park. It hardly counted as a real kiss, though it felt pretty real. 

Warmth blanketed my body all at once. A mild flutter took root between my thighs and my toes curled in response. That fucking kiss... 

"Are you alright?"

I blinked myself back to the present moment. "Yeah. Fine. Are you hungry?"

"Nah. Help yourself, though. I think we have cereal."

I wasn't particularly hungry, yet. I just couldn't think of anything to say to get my brother's attention off of me.

"At some point, are you gonna tell me what spooked you so bad that you had to drive all the way down here to hide from it? Did some guy propose or something?"

I hated how transparent my aversion to commitment was. Even my brother could see it. "No marriage proposals."

Daniel studied me silently for a couple of seconds. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"No, I want to. I would've just stayed home if I didn't want to talk about it to someone. It's just...It's pretty fucked up. I don't know how you're going to take it."

"I really don't have any room to judge, sis."

"At least you're in a committed relationship. It's admirable. Whereas, this...this is totally..." I didn't want to say the word that came to mind. Shameful. I was ashamed of being someone's mistress.

"I wouldn't go putting our relationship up on a pedestal. We're not the perfect couple that you think we are."

I wanted to ask Daniel what he meant by that, but I knew that I'd just be delaying the inevitable. "I've been seeing someone for over a month now. He's older." I paused to take a breath. "And married."

I checked Daniel's expression. It hadn't changed. He didn't even flinch. It gave me the guts to continue.

"His wife isn't interested in sex. Not with him, anyway, so they have this agreement that he can sort of screw around with whoever he wants."

I paused to check Daniel's reaction. He shrugged. "Yeah, so?"

His reaction reminded me of Kieran's when I told him. Was I so out of touch with reality that I was the only one who had an issue with this? "Okay, well, so, he and I have been sort of dating."

"Is that it?"

"Well, no. Not exactly. A couple of days ago, he asked me if I might consider getting pregnant so they could have a child."

"Oh, cool. So, I'm going to be an uncle?"

"No, NO! I decided last night that I'm definitely not going to do it."

"Really. Last night?"

"Yeah. Kieran actually helped me to see what a legal mess this whole thing would be."

"He would. Wait. You told him all this? You just met him."

"I know. I guess sometimes it's easier to confess your intimate secrets to someone you hardly know."

Daniel nodded in agreement. 

"Anyway, I haven't told Miles, yet. That's his name. He's called me, like, three times. Probably more by now."

"You have to tell him."

"I know, I know. It's just that...I need to end this whole relationship, you know? It's not good for me. I hate to say this, but I think I want more. Not from Miles. I'm through with him. But from someone; I don't know who."

"That's kind of a big step for the party girl."

"Oh, shut up."

Daniel chuckled. "I'm just kidding. That's good, Bree. Glad that you're settling down some."

"Yeah, well, we'll see. Talking about it, and doing it, are two different things."

"It's a step."

I stood up with my now empty mug in my hand and went to the kitchen to put it in the dishwasher. Suddenly, I had an urge to tie up loose ends. I needed to listen to Miles' messages and then formulate my exit strategy.

Daniel was lifting a textbook off the table. It looked like he needed to study, so it was the perfect time for me to scoot back to the spare bedroom.

There were two messages on my phone, both from Miles. One of them was left while I was driving. The other one, late last night. He'd called again before I woke up, but he didn't leave a message. I wondered why I didn't wake up, then realized that I had turned the ringer off.

The first message was simple. He'd just listened to my rambling message about going to Austin to think things over. He was surprised, but understood. He asked me to call him when I arrived. Oops! 

The next message was a little different. He sounded irritated that I hadn't called him, even though his message stated that he was worried. He expressed more urgently that we needed to talk. Then, he mentioned that Nancy wanted to talk to me.

I felt a little sick at the thought of discussing their offer with her. I knew she'd just pour on her sob story in an effort to convince me to do it. I wasn't going to give her the opportunity, though. I'd made up my mind. It was no longer up for discussion. 

I heard a faint rapping at my brother's front door. 

"It's open."

Whoever it was, Daniel must know him, or her. I gripped the door to my bedroom and swung it shut so I could pull on some jeans. Running around in a tee shirt and underwear was fine in front of my brother. Not so much, in front of strangers. 

I heard muffled male voices through the door but couldn't make out what they were saying. A minute later, I was striding into the living room only to have my heart skip a beat. It was Kieran.

"Oh, hey!"

"Hi, Bree."

I glanced between Kieran and Daniel for a few seconds, not sure what to think of this morning visit. "No classes today?"

"Not until this afternoon. I have a light schedule this semester."

Daniel grumbled, "Lucky bastard."

Kieran shoved Daniel's shoulder. "Oh, please. You have nothing to complain about."

Daniel elbowed Kieran back, and a little wrestling match ensued. It was brief.

"Your brother can be such a punk sometimes."

"I totally agree."

This was a little different side of Kieran than I'd seen before. I wasn't sure what to make of it. He'd always been so reserved when talking with me. Here, he was so much more relaxed. I was intrigued, I had to admit. 

I was starting to get the feeling that maybe I'd misjudged him. 

***

Kieran

I debated on whether or not to go to Daniel's. I could've easily skipped it, had it not been for Bree. Knowing she would be there made it all the more difficult to resist. 

Daniel obviously wouldn't want to carry out our usual routine with his sister there. At least that's what I was counting on, because I was there to see her, not him. 

She didn't disappoint, either. She was even more adorable with her hair all mussed up and no make-up, than she was the night before. And those tits...fuck. I was having a hell of a time not staring at them as they swayed freely beneath that loose cotton tee shirt. 

Daniel glanced down at my obvious erection and rolled his eyes. My gaze darted to Bree. She didn't see him do it, thankfully.

"So, what do you guys have planned for today?"

Daniel smirked for a second, and then shrugged his shoulders. I could guess the errant thought that crossed his mind. He wasn't difficult to read. Besides, he had a one-track mind. 

I ignored him and looked up at Bree, instead. "Have you been to the campus, yet?"

Bree shook her head as she took a seat in the chair. "Not yet. I was thinking about just riding there with Daniel, and then hanging out until he gets done with his class. Is that okay with you, little brother?"

"Fine with me."

"I have a better idea. Why don't you ride with me. I'll show you around until my class starts at two. You can catch a ride back with him."

Daniel wouldn't make eye contact with either of us as I spelled out my suggestion. I knew he wouldn't approve, being the selfish prick that he is. I turned my attention to Bree. The question was, how was she going to handle it, given Daniel's obvious disapproval?

Bree rolled her eyes at Daniel and then locked gazes with me. "I like it. Let's do that, instead. How long do I have before we leave?"

I checked my phone. "Depends on if you want to stop and grab a bite to eat."

I knew I was pushing it with Daniel, but I didn't give a fuck.

"Definitely. I'm hungry."

"Then, one hour."

"Great. I'm going to jump in the shower."

With that, Bree was gone, taking her magnificent, bouncing tits with her. 

Daniel waited until he heard water running to address me. 

"Don't fuck my sister, man."

I held up my hands in surrender. "I make no guarantees."

"What the fuck happened after we left last night?"

"Nothing, I swear. We just talked. Mostly."

Daniel groaned.

"I'm just kidding. Fuck, lighten up. I don't get the impression that she's exactly all sweet and innocent, so I don't know what your problem is with me seeing her."

"Yes, you do. You know exactly what my problem is." Daniel glanced over the back of the sofa toward his bedroom door to make sure Bree wasn't there. He lowered his voice and leaned toward me, anyway. "If she wasn't here, that'd be you and me in that shower."

He had a point, though it was a weak one. 

"You planning to tell her about our little 'situation'?"

"Not really. It'll probably come out that I'm bi at some point, though."

"What about your job? Have you mentioned that to her?"

"Not yet. I will. Eventually, I guess. She's only here for a week. Shit, why are you making such a big deal out of this?"

"It's my fucking sister, asshole."

"Yeah. Your older sister. The way you're acting, you'd think I was trying to get into the pants of a teenager or something. Lighten, the fuck, up."

"Just promise me that you won't get attached."

"That's easy. She'll probably change her mind about me once she finds out I'm bi, anyway. It tends to be a deal-breaker. If not that, then the job seals it for sure."

Daniel winced. He was remembering the scene that Janice had made on his front lawn after one of our friends slipped about me being an exotic dancer. That was the end of that relationship. 

"Look...I honestly don't know what's going to happen with me and Bree. She's fun to hang out with, that's all. I feel real comfortable around her; way more than most girls. You know how I am. Can't you just be happy that we get along?"

Daniel shrugged one shoulder. "I guess."

I realized that I was probably being somewhat of a prick to Daniel. Thursday mornings had been our time together since the semester started. It was just how our schedules worked out. I slid my hand onto Daniel's thigh and squeezed it.

"Don't remind me of what I'm missing right now."

It'd probably been days since Bryan had done anything for Daniel. That's just the way he was. He didn't have the sex drive that Daniel did. Not that it mattered to their relationship. There was no way they were ever going to split up.

So, I stepped in when I wasn't seeing someone else. Mostly to satisfy Daniel's rampant lust, but on occasion, as a third for both of them. It satisfied something in me, too. It gave me the sexual outlet that I needed. 

It wasn't ideal. Shit, what situation is, really? I went along with it because there wasn't one chance in hell I was going to get a girl to accept me for who I really was. Only a guy would understand. So, for now, I slept with guys and fantasized about girls. 

Last night, I jacked off to fantasies about a particular girl. One that seemed to be involved in her own strange threesome at the moment. The similarities were remarkable. I wasn't so sure she'd think so. She'd have to open up her mind a little more before that would happen.

***

Bree

Kieran must've talked to Daniel while I was in the shower because he had a whole different attitude about me riding to campus with Kieran when I came out. I would've given anything to be a fly on the wall during that conversation.

I threw on a front zip hoodie with nothing underneath except my Victoria's Secret magic bra that made my C cups look more like double Ds. The zipper gave me the freedom to show as much cleavage as I wanted. I started out with a more conservative neckline. So far, Kieran had hardly shown any interest in "the girls". I was having a real hard time reading him. He seemed interested, but not. Maybe without my brother around, I could get to the bottom of it.

God, what are you doing, Bree? You're not here to start something. You haven't even officially broken it off with Miles, yet.

I'd fallen right back into my old routine of approaching every eligible man as a conquest and nothing more. Obviously, there was little to be gained from starting something with Kieran. He lived miles away from me, and would soon be graduating from college and doing who-knows-what. There was no chance of anything substantial, and wasn't that what I really wanted? Not some one-night stand.

Kieran is not some prize to be won. He's Daniel's friend. He's my friend. Just be satisfied with that.

Kieran drove a lap around campus, circling the iconic UT tower until we'd seen it from all sides, then we parked and walked to the south lawn. Students were scattered on the grass, evenly spaced. Some were eating lunch, some chatting with friends, while others were reading or studying. Everyone there had a common purpose. I marveled at how tight-knit of a culture the university campus actually was. When I was in school, I never saw it. Being in the corporate world was a stark contrast to university living. Competitive, even cut-throat, at times.

I'd driven past the campus previously, but this was my first look up-close. It had a similar feel to UNT, but not exactly the same. My university was comprised of a lot of commuters, which is a very different sort of dynamic. I lived at home for the majority of my college tenure, as did many of my friends. It was more an extension of high school, than a life change. I didn't know that I'd missed out on something important.

I glanced over at Kieran, realizing I'd been lost in thought for quite a while. I felt guilty for not being better company.

"I'm sorry. I've just been soaking in the atmosphere. It's different. More, I don't know, cohesive, I guess."

Kieran nodded and scanned the little groupings of coeds on the lawn.

"Where are you from, Kieran?"

Kieran grinned at me. "How drunk were you last night?"

"Oh, shit. Did I already ask you that question?"

Kieran nodded.

"I'm sorry. God, I'm so embarrassed. I didn't think I drank that much."

"It's okay. No big deal. Edmond, Oklahoma."

"Oh, that's right. The north side of Oklahoma City."

"Right."

"Is that where your parents live now?"

"Yeah. They'll never leave that area."

"Are you planning to move back there after graduation?"