“Me being hard. That’s what you were looking at. And I know your mind go—just starts going to weird places,” I say, trying to do damage control, knowing that I’m lying because I 100% am thinking about my coworker.
Gabby rolls her eyes. “So I shouldn’t think anything of the fact that you just went to go rescue her from something that could clearly have been resolved on her own since she was already walking away from the house. I’m not supposed to be… the least bit concerned about the fact that she hugs you a little too tightly. And right after that you getting a hard-on and looking super red. Cuz that hard-on has nothing to do with her, right?” Gabby asks.
I want to be honest, but I don’t want to get into a fight with my wife. Like how else would I explain this?
“She’s a woman. And we just… we had sex earlier and… I don’t know, maybe it’s all the drama and—”
“What does her being a woman have to do with anything?”
“I mean I… feel like anything I say I’m going to get in trouble.”
“Why would you get in trouble, Lincoln? Is it because she turns you on? Are you attracted to her?” Gabby asks, still peeved.
The fact that my wife is asking me all those questions makes my whole body light up with nervousness, and my dick gets even harder, almost painfully so. I want to come so bad.
I can’t take this anymore, and I can’t drive like this.
“But you only have eyes for me, right? But I’m the only woman for you, right?” she says challengingly, still staring out the windshield, tears in her eyes that are too stubborn to fall.
Looking over at my wife, I see how mad she is, and it’s just everything. Sarah being so beautiful, liking me and trusting me, and those words that she said to me. And then my wife Gabby being jealous. For some reason, being stuck between two women even when nothing’s going on with one of them makes me feel strange.
I pull over into a parking lot by a park that’s empty.
“Why does she make you so jealous? I’m not going anywhere,” I say, my dick at its maximum hardness, throbbing incessantly, making me feel like I’m going to come hands-free.
“Who says I’m jealous, Lincoln?” Gabby says, staring at me with fire in her eyes before she rolls her eyes and looks away.
I want to fuck her. I want to fuck my wife right now. “Come here,” I say, pulling her, but she shrugs her arm off.
“Just take me home, please.”
“Baby,” I plead.
“We’re three blocks away from the house, sopleasejust take me the fuck home,” Gabby says firmly.
Groaning and feeling the pain of blue balls setting in, I shift the car out of park until we get to the house.
The entire ride, the horniness has been unbearable.
We get out of the car, and as soon as Gabby steps inside, I can’t take it anymore. I grab her arms, spin her around, and kiss her. She kisses me back at first but then shoves me off. Then I swear to God something just comes over me, and I take her by the throat and walk her back assertively until her back is pressed up against the wall.
She yells as I slam her there, her eyes opening in fear at first.
“You’re so fucking disrespectful. You know that? I want to fuck you… you’re my wife. None of that shit matters. So when I want to fuck you…” I say through my teeth, hungry for Gabby as I pull my dick out. “... I’m gonna fuck you. You understand me, woman?” I growl as I lift her and slam her back against the wall as I start to slam myself inside of her.
I know my wife full well and see her fighting a smile, her teeth almost on full display as she wraps her arms around me and groans into my mouth as she kisses me.
I know that she likes me being assertive.
Still holding her neck, I fuck her against the wall of our house, letting all my frustration flow free into the augers of her insides. The way she growls into my mouth, scratching my back, sends me into a frenzy. I need to be deeper.
With my hands cradling her ass as I carry her, her legs still wrapped around me, I drop onto my knees right there on the living room floor. Her long, beautiful brown legs brace over my shoulders as I hold myself up over her.
My biceps shake with the tension of holding up my upper body as I back up my pelvis before slamming back down, hard as possible, to meet my wife’s.
“OW! FUCK ME! OH LINK! LINCOLN!” she screams.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” I say, barely able to breathe.
