MY Wife's Dark Secrets

Chapter 10

I gasped. I had to. That was so f*****g hot.

But I was sure that Jayden would stop us. He would say something like ‘hey, where are you going?’ I had to believe he would. He wouldn’t just let a man take his wife and lead her into his bedroom. Right?

“Shall we?” Denrique said it loud enough for Amelia and Jayden to hear. It stopped their conversation cold. Jayden was in the middle of something but he trailed off. Both of them looked over at us.

Denrique had asked me a question. He was expecting my answer. Amelia and Jayden were watching, expecting my answer.

“Shall we what?” I heard Jayden ask.

I guess I needed to show him. I couldn’t very well explain it. My voice wasn’t working.

I nodded my head, yes. Denrique smiled and stood. My hand was still in his. I looked up at him on the couch, hoping my face did not look as panicked as I felt. I stood up with him. Hand in hand we stood and now, at Denrique’s side, I felt courageous enough to glance at Jayden.

My husband held Amelia’s feet in his hands but he was frozen, mid-foot rub. His mouth fell open. Paralyzed.

“Have fun you two!” Amelia said merrily then she wiggled her toes in Jayden’s hands. “Hey! Don’t stop! Keep at it!”

Say something, Jayden! I thought, trying telepathically to get him to do something. Just say anything and I’ll stop this game!

Jayden mechanically started kneading Amelia’s feet again but his eyes were on me. Looking at me desperately. Like a paralyzed man trying to get his tongue to work.

Denrique tugged at my arm, pulling me away from the coffee table and I stumbled after him, grabbing his steam pipe arm for balance. He helped by grabbing my ass. I giggled.

We walked towards his bedroom door, his hand right on my ass the whole way.

I knew Jayden could see. I knew he could see all of it from where he was sitting on the couch.

“He really isn’t going to stop us?” Denrique whispered in disbelief, giving my ass a bit of a squeeze. I listened keenly. I listened for a ‘Hey you! That’s my wife!’

But no. The only sounds were my high heels clopping over the hardwood floors, the soft sexy music and my beating heart.

When we crossed the threshold into Denrique’s bedroom it finally hit me. My sweet little Jayden had a real crazy kinky side. I didn’t understand it but he really did want this.

At the door, I turned back to look at Jayden one last time. My husband had his eyes zeroed in on me from across the room. I could see the longing and the lust, even from that distance.

Looking directly into his sad and beautiful eyes, I mouthed the words…

 Elephant Shoes.

And then with his big hand, Denrique suddenly pushed the bedroom door shut.

*

There was a mirror on the door. When it slammed shut, Jayden in the distance was replaced suddenly by the man who was standing right behind me. I smiled at Denrique into the mirror, like we had just perfectly executed a mean practical joke and now what?

He did not smile back. He was looking back at me with a very different look. Pure. Animal. Lust.

Wait. I thought. We can’t really be doing this.

His hand moved slowly, slowly but carefully, from my ass and around my hip.

“No,” I put my own delicate hand atop his. I was trying to stop him but instead we seemed to be moving together. I watched in the mirror. His hand moved. Steady. Unstoppable.

His other arm wrapped across my upper torso until his hand lifted up one of my breasts, gripping it hard through the thin fabric of my part dress.

“No!” I struggled. My body writhed against his.

In the mirror in front of us I saw myself in Denrique’s arms. His hulking frame towered over me. His huge arms entwined around me.

Was I even really resisting anymore? Or was I grinding against him?

His lower hand found my thigh and moved up my skirt.

“Please!” My cry was high pitched. I knew it penetrated the barrier of the door. I was sure it fluttered across the living room to my hubby’s ears.

But there was no time to think about Jayden. Denrique’s hand pressed forward. I looked desperately into the mirror to watch his journey. He snaked under my dress. He glided down the flat of my pelvis. He slipped beneath the thin boundary of my panties.

He found my c**t and we both gasped. I think we were both surprised at how slick I was.

His finger moved upon my femininity in ways I had never felt before. Slow, sensual. My mouth opened, this time only quiet gasps, barely audible, an almost silent exclamation.

Denrique locked eyes with me in the mirror. His hand was on my breast underneath the top of my dress. His other hand was fingering me. Technically I still had my dress on and my panties and my high heels but in that moment, I felt truly naked.

Denrique smiled. A knowing smirk. The arrogant young stud was reading my mind again. And he knew that I finally realized the truth: I wanted this. I wanted this badly. I wanted this more than anything I ever wanted in my life before.

The arm that held me pinned against his chest released me suddenly and I thrust forward, his other hand under my dress keeping me on my feet. I braced myself against the mirror, the impact rattling the entire door.

Jayden definitely heard that, I thought, but I was beyond caring what my husband could hear or couldn’t hear.

Denrique’s hands held my waist, bunching my skirt up around my hips. I pressed against the door for purchase and grunted as I pushed back, grinding my ass hard against his groin.

I felt him then. Through his caftan pants and my party dress, I could feel him spanning my buttocks as it lay diagonally. Its dimensions felt impossible.

That can’t be his d**k, can it?

My lips curled into a grimace that I hadn’t seen on my face before. My breathing turned raspy. He thrust against me. I pushed back hard into him.

With each desperate and needy press of my ass against him, that boat mast in his pants righted itself, from diagonal to straight up and down. The impression against my skin traveled up the cleft of my ass to the small of my back and continued somewhere beyond.

My eyes went wide in alarm.

His finger entered me freely, easily, making a wet splashing noise. I was on the blink of falling as I tried to keep on unsteadily standing on my heels. My knees going weak but Denrique held me up with that hand that was working my p***y.

I repeatedly banged my fists against the door and threw my head back and shouted.

“Ahhhh!”

My orgasm was bewildering. I never expected to climax so soon and so intensely and so quickly. How long had we been here? Zero to sixty in less than five minutes! This man knew what he was doing!

He continued to play with my p***y. It was too much. “Stop!” I begged but Denrique was playing me like his guitar now. No pauses, no rests. I was his instrument and Denrique was in a musical frenzy.

His response to my protest was a swift grab on my neck, savagely, as his other hand continued feasting on my p***y.

“Stop…” I gasped.