I knew my words hadn’t reached her when I felt her hand cup my rock-hard dick over my trousers, squeezing it ever so slightly as she leaned in close enough to breathe on my neck.
Fuck. My. Life.
I grabbed her wrist, firmly but not hard enough to hurt her, stopping her from touching me any further. Her other hand wove up my neck and through my hair right before she pulled my head down for a kiss. I was stunned, briefly, and as soon as I tried to object she slipped her tongue into my mouth. It was gentle, caressing my tongue, exploring my mouth. I felt like I blacked out because the next thing I knew, my dick was in her mouth. My breath caught and I had to fight back a groan because, holy fucking shit! It felt so warm and hot! I knew I was going to nut soon. I grabbed her head and started fucking her face. She moaned softly around my dick, and the vibration sent a shiver up my spine. Her slender fingers cupped my balls and my hands went into her hair. I gripped her head with a punishing force and fucked her face harder, not caring if she could breathe, picturing my wife’s mouth being the one I was fucking to lessen the guilt I knew would come after the release I couldn’t stop chasing.
“I’m gonna cum,” My voice whispered, husky and thick with tension, into the darkness of the closet we were in. I felt her arms grab my ass cheeks, forcing my cock all the way deep into her throat, where she swallowed. I grunted, thrusted as Isprayed down her throat, choking her with my cock and cum. I was seeing fucking spots behind my eyes as I kept my dick down her throat until she began to hit my leg for air. It had been such a long damn time since I had a blowjob! Let alone one that made me see stars! I felt my body relaxing when suddenly I jolted as I remembered I was here with my wife.
Whom I loved more than life itself.
Fuck!
“No,” I hissed, shoving her off my cock and tucking it back in. “Get the fuck off me you nasty bitch! Stay the fuck away from me!” I rushed out of the closet as soon as my clothing was smoothed out and I didn’t look like I’d just had a blowie in the supply closet.
Even if that’s what just happened.
I ordered our drinks right as the bartender was about to close it down. He made the drinks quickly, and I smoothed my hair down as best I could before I headed back to our table. Smiling at her, feeling the guilt about enjoying getting my dick sucked by Becky growing inside of me, but trying not to let it show outwardly.
“Don’t worry about being gone at the bar,” her voice startled me as I had zoned out, “You didn’t miss much, same dry humor as last year. It must have been a long line.” I was about to answer when I saw Becky sitting down two tables over, facing me. As she sat, she kept eye contact, the slit in her dress giving a brief show of the pleasure cave that lurked higher up. She smirked, knowing exactly what she was doing, as she raised her glass to me, a silent toast to what just happened. I felt my face turning red as I looked back at my wife, smiling at her.
“Super long. I tried to come as quickly as I could. Sorry, baby,” I kissed her temple.
Praying she never found out.
Chapter Six:
Devin’s POV
After dinner, just after the first few dances, Caleb ducked out to one of the many terraces saying his mother had both calledandtexted him. Which I knew was their signal for needing a callquickly,basically an SOS. I had always understood. I would have been the same if my parents said it was something urgent. This time though, I didn’t know why, but it felt wrong. The way my stomach knotted even tighter, threatening to make my dinner make a reappearance. It was also how he looked like he was in a rush, but looking around like he was searching for somewhere quiet to make the call. Or worse. He was searching for someone. It felt like he was lying, again.
Orstill.
I wasn’t sure which at this point, since I guess he technically never stopped talking to her. Something about the way he looked at me, or more accurately, the lack of the way he looked at me, when he said it was his mom, that she needed him. It looked like he was uncomfortable or constipated. His eyes darted everywhere but towards me. Like what he was about to dowas not, in fact, call his mother. It was a creeping, sinking feeling that all was not well.
But I didn’t have proof so I couldn’t just accuse him. No without solid evidence.
I stood there watching him walk away, that icky feeling festering, before I went to sit back down at the table. I watched others as they danced, and mingled, as I nursed my glass of wine, living my best wallflower life. Checking my phone again, it had been close to twenty minutes since he disappeared intothe throng of people. If it was his mother calling, if there was an urgent issue, I was worried it could be something really bad because he’d been gone so long.
Was it his father? Was it his heart again? His sister? I was about to start searching each nook on the large second floor terrace, even though it was going to take forever, when Mr. Westwood came up to me. I gave him a polite smile I knew didn’t reach my eyes before I tried to walk away in search of Caleb and whatever emergency he was dealing with.
“Devin Dennison? Caleb’s wife, correct?” Mr. Westwood’s voice caused me to pause. I turned, nodding, as he seemed to remember me from last year. He’d been friendly, but this was really one of the only times I saw him. It was the second or third time ever. I hadn’t thought he would actually remember me. His baritone voice continued, pulling me from my brief thoughts.
“I’d like you to come with me,please,” I must have given him a confused look because he held his arm out to me, trying to keep this a smooth transition, his voice low. He almost looked ashamed, possibly embarrassed to be asking me this. “There’s something of asensitivenatureI need to discuss with you elsewhere. Can you be quiet? Absolutely silent?” His hand clasped mine, looping it through his arm as he led me down the hallway. Looking at him even more confused than I was previously, but I nodded.
Again.
Because I simply couldn’t find the words. What I felt in my stomach was that I needed to go with him, even though it felt like I was headed straight for danger. Everything screamed inside me that I needed to turn around, to not follow through. What could this man possibly want to talk with me about? Andwhy now of all times? I was racking my brain as we walked toward a particular spot on the terrace that had a man standing outside one of the doors like he was guarding it.
“This is Hector. He’s my guard. My aide, Sade, is outside waiting for us,” Mr. Westwood turned as soon as Hector opened the door just a sliver.
“Please. No matter what you see or hear. Please do not make a sound.” Mr. Westwood’s voice sounded almost sad and apologetic. I nodded again, squaring my shoulders as my brain yelled at me to stop and turn around, to leave. To go back to where I came from and just wait for Caleb there.
What was so bad out here that he needed to tell me and I had to give him full silence?
I watched his back as he led me outside to where the woman named Sade was waiting. As we drew closer, I heard the sounds of a couple enthusiastically making love. It certainlysoundedvery vigorous. I felt my cheeks flush as I tried not to listen to the moans of the woman, and somewhat familiar grunts even though they sounded very close.
As I waited for Mr. Westwood to say something, I looked around uncomfortably. I didn’t look to where the sounds were coming from, I just wanted to look around the English style garden that was in the back of this immaculate manor. I was in awe of how beautiful it was that for a moment, I forgot where I was. Everything was covered in a soft layer of snow, turning it into a winter wonderland that had my jaw on the floor. This was the best company Christmas party I had been to, and then the sounds got louder, pulling me out of my moment of awe. I was shocked they were being so bold as to what they were doing. I mean, literally, anyone could walk out here and see them having sex.
Who would even…MY HUSBAND?!
