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  He was on the verge of tearing into the leather of the couch. "Doc, just fucking ride me already!"

  I lowered myself further onto him. I could feel his cock in the bottom of my stomach. It was sharp pain and unbelievable pleasure, radiating through my whole body. My fingernails dug into his shoulders.

  We both growled and breathed like animals. In heat for each other. Ravenous for one another. Enflamed by one another. I'd never wanted someone so badly in all my life.

  "Let me touch you," he growled.

  I grabbed his face and put my lips against his. "No," I whimpered. I was barely able to speak as I raised and lowered my body onto his dick. "Hands down."

  He bit my bottom lip and tugged at it. "Shut up and let me fucking touch you!"

  "Fuck," I whined. Without thinking, I was taking his cock all the way inside me. My precome poured out of my rigid cock onto his stomach. "Travis, no."

  He grunted. "Fuck you, Doc. Let me grab you." He raised his hands.

  I pushed his hands off of me. But my fight wasn't enough. I was too overcome with the sensation of him inside me to fight away his touch.

  He grabbed onto my ass and started forcing me down on him hard and fast, and I let him with complete surrender.

  My head leaned back and my eyes rolled back. I held onto his shoulder and the back of his neck, raking my fingers into his hair as I rocked up and down and back forth. His cock felt like it was dancing inside me, spinning inside me, rocking my brains out. The sounds he made sent me to heaven. The way his hands squeezed my flesh tore my resistance to shreds.

  "Fuck!" I screamed out.

  I was his. All his and there was nothing I could do about it.

  He bucked up into me like a bull.

  I didn't even know I was coming. All I felt was an explosion of every nerve ending in my body, a release of every muscle and tension. I saw red. I could hear myself crying out in orgasm but I didn't know I was doing it.

  He pulled out of me.

  I was too spent to hold myself up, so I collapsed onto the couch on my back.

  He leaned over me and stroked his cock, until he groaned aloud and sprayed me down with hot come. "Fuck!" he kept moaning. "Fuck!"

  And then it all stopped.

  It was just us, breathing heavy and fast, our bodies quickly crashing from orgasm.

  He lay on top of me. Our come and sweat mixed with one another where our bodies touched. His muscle against my stomach. Warm and wet, drenched in each other's scents. I swear to God I would've died happy in that moment.

  He didn't kiss me. He usually didn't after hook ups. Because that spark in his eye that existed for me seemed to die after sex, and I knew why.

  "I can't stay much longer," he said. His voice was hoarse and full of guilt. "My wife. She's expecting home early tonight."

  I didn't touch him anymore. I couldn't, not without risking longing for him more than I already was. So instead, I pushed him off of me. "Yeah, Travis, you should probably get dressed and go."

  TWO

  "Shit, shit," I kept saying over and over.

  I checked my reflection in the mirror of the office bathroom. I run my fingers over the hickey Travis left on my neck. "She's going to see this. There's no way she won't see this."

  Damn, I thought. I was about to have a counseling session with a woman and her husband, and she had no idea that I was banging her husband on the side. Why did Travis’s wife want this “emergency meeting”? What did she know? My stomach was in knots about it.

  There was a knock on the bathroom door.

  I stepped outside.

  My receptionist was in the hallway. "Sir, the Clarks are here for you."

  I took a deep breath. "Alright, send them in."

  I waited in my office feeling like I was about to throw up.

  I turned around to see Travis standing in the doorway. He nodded my way, but he didn't smile. I could see the same nervousness in his eyes that I felt. He walked in, and after him came his wife.

  "Hey guys," I said to them.

  "Hey Doc," Travis said under his breath.

  "Hello, Doctor." His wife shook my hand.

  Travis kept his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

  "It's good to see you again, Ellen," I told his wife with a fake smile.

  Ellen was a pretty young woman as always, nicely dressed, and from her demeanor she seemed ready to talk for hours.

  "You too, Doctor." She took a seat next to Travis on my couch.

  Oh God, I thought while looking at the two of them sitting on my couch. I fucked her husband right where she's sitting. He pounded me on that couch.

  This felt wrong on so many levels, but I was barely able to keep it together and act like a professional.

  "Thank you for seeing us on a short notice," Ellen said. She put her hands in her lap on her light blue dress. I noticed her hair pulled back so tight that it looked like it hurt her. "I think," she looked at Travis, "well we both think that... well that..."

  I looked nervously between the two of them.

  Travis clenched his teeth. I could see his jaw flex. His body was tense. I could see the definitions in the muscles of his arms. He leaned forward on his knees. He glanced at me, but he wouldn't keep eye contact for long.

  I cleared my throat. "Look, er, Ellen, Travis... whatever it is that you want to discuss... this is a safe place. You can talk with me about anything." I hesitated and looked at Travis. "It's best to be completely honest about these things."

  Travis lowered his head.

  Ellen sat up straight. "Doctor, you know how we've been struggling with our sex life."

  Travis and I glanced at one another.

  "Yes," I said, "I know."

  "It hasn't gotten much better," Ellen said.

  Well not for you, I thought. I bit my tongue.

  "But we've been talking, and..." She put her hand on Travis's knee. "We want to work harder to get things better between us."

  Seeing her hand on his knee triggered a reflex reaction within me. My fingers turned into a fist. I wanted to leap on the couch and tear her away from him. That was my man to touch, not hers!

  No, I thought. Fucking stop it. She's married to him.

  "Okay," I said.

  "And Travis mentioned something last night that kind of, well, alarmed me," Ellen continued.

  "Okay," I said. "What did Travis say?"

  Travis and Ellen looked at one another. He was in trouble with her.

  "He suggested," Ellen said, "that we try an open relationship."

  Holy fuck! I almost fell out of my seat. I shifted in my seat and cleared my throat. "Oh, oh really?"

  Keep calm, I thought. Just keep calm and therapy on.

  "And how did that make you feel?"

  Ellen burst out. "Well I think that's the worst thing we could ever try. I know a lot of couples do it, but it's not for us." She looked at her husband. "It's not for me, and I don't know if I can even trust Travis now that I know he's thinking about it."

  Travis looked at me, and then he looked at the floor.

  Does he want me to talk her into it? What does he want?

  I considered telling her the benefits of an open relationship. I considered trying to get her into it. But this wasn't about what I wanted. Travis still loved her. And I wasn't going to be the one to ruin them.

  "Travis, Ellen..." I leaned forward and took off my glasses. "I can't be the one who decides whether or not this type of thing is right for the two of you. You have to be the ones to decide for yourselves. Now, Ellen you've made it clear how you feel about it. Travis?"

  Ellen and I waited with baited breath for our man to answer. Only she didn't know how much his answer would mean to me.

  Travis looked at me for a few moments. There was this longing in his eyes. For a moment it seemed like he might spill our secret. He turned to his wife. He put his hand on hers. "Baby," he told her.

  Baby? Both of my hands became fists. I tried to relax, but I found my fingers
clinging into the leather of my chair. Baby? He was really doing that in front of me!

  "I love you with all of my heart," he told her. "And if you aren't comfortable with something like that," he said. He looked at me for a moment. Then he looked down. "Then I'll put it out of my mind forever."

  Ellen was on the verge of crying. She stayed still. She nodded. "Okay then."

  I couldn't take anymore without wanting to leap out my window and end it all. "Alright then, guys. I think you two have some talking you need to do together. Without me." I stood up. "It was a good session."

  Travis stood up. He couldn't look me in the face. "Thanks, Doc." He left the office.

  Ellen stayed in the office. When Travis was gone, her demeanor changed. She seemed more relaxed, more casual. "Doctor, Travis and I are having a few friends over for dinner this Friday. I'd be delighted if you could make it." She put her hand on my arm and squeezed it. "I want to thank you for helping us the way you have." She kept eye contact too long to be casual.

  This bitch is hitting on me, I thought. Her husband left, and so we get to the real reason why she wanted to meet.

  "You're in such good shape," she said with a smile. "I bet you work out, don't you."

  I stepped back from her. I thought about throwing her out of my office, but on second thought I got a better idea. "You know what, Ellen? I'd love to come over for dinner."

  THREE

  "I'm going to get wasted," Teresa said. "I'm just going to get completely shit faced to get through this evening." She sat in the passenger seat of my car as we parked in front of Travis's house. "I'm going to crap myself. Why are we doing this?"

  I checked my reflection in the review mirror. "To show Travis his wife is a lying twat."

  "Are you sure she actually hit on you?"

  I leaned back in my seat. I turned to Teresa. "Girl, before she left my office she winked at me. This was all after she claimed to love Travis so much." I opened my door. "The bitch is going down."

  "You really care about him." Teresa stepped out of the car. "Is the sex really that good?"

  I paused and stared at her. My eyes widened. "Teresa, I swear to God, sex with him is better than anything."

  We walked towards the house.

  "Even liquor?" Teresa asked.

  I groaned. "Stop talking about it. Maybe if you'd fuck him you'd understand."

  Travis's house was out in the country, on a pasture just outside of town. It was regular sized home. We walked past the other cars of dinner guests who had already arrived. We got to the front door.

  "Maybe I should fuck him then and find out," Teresa said. She rang the doorbell.

  "Bitch!" I blurted out.

  She laughed. "Why are you so angry?"

  "That man is mine, slut," I told her. "So back off."

  She burst out in laughter. "You're so sensitive about it, you little manwhore. Guess what? I'm going to let him fuck me tonight."

  "Shut up," I told her. "Travis is fucking me so-"

  The front door opened.

  I shut my mouth.

  Ellen stood on the other side, wearing a tight mini dress and make up. "Hey guys. I'm so glad you could make it." She smiled as she stepped aside to let us in. "Why Doctor, you look so handsome."

  Teresa whispered to me. "Watch out she's going to mount you."

  I nudged her. "Shut up."

  Teresa and I stayed with one another and walked into the living room where everyone else was. They were dressed up, suits and dresses. And none of the men were as handsome as that fucking bastard, standing in the corner by himself... Travis.

  Travis looked taller in his slacks and button up shirt. He wore a tie. I wanted to grab him by it and pull his lips to mine. He had a glass of whiskey in his hand. I wanted to take it from him, toss it back and then toss him on the pretty blue couch in his living room.

  Ellen approached us. "So is this your girlfriend, Doctor?"

  Teresa put her arm around me. "As a matter of fact, yes."

  I rolled my eyes.

  "And maybe more some day," Teresa said. She kissed me on the cheek. "Right pumpkin butt?"

  "Pumpkin butt?" Ellen asked. She chuckled.

  "Yeah," Teresa said. "It's my little nickname for him, right Pumpkin Butt?"

  I sighed. I turned and whispered into Teresa's ear. "That's right, twat breath."

  Teresa pinched my side.

  It hurt, but I laughed it off and pretended with Teresa.

  "He's so silly," Teresa said.

  "I know." Ellen got closer to me and lowered his voice. "And I think apple butt would be a better nickname." She stepped back. "I'll get you both some drinks."

  When Ellen left, Teresa dropped the act. She slyly adjusted herself. "These panties are already riding up my ass."

  "That'll be the first attention your ass has gotten all year," I told her.

  She stomped on my foot. "Shut up. Not all of us have some stud husband to bang us." She leaned on my shoulder. "I mean, damn. Look at him."

  We both looked at Travis as he spoke with one of his male guests.

  "He's so fucking hot," Teresa said.

  I sighed. "That's what's so frustrating about him."

  "Now I get why you're in love with him."

  I gasped. "I am not in love with him."

  She stared me down. "Dude, you can't lie to me. I'm surprised you're not poking out of your pants right now -"

  I saw Ellen coming back to us. I spoke over Teresa and made it appear we weren't just talking about how beautiful Ellen's husband was. "And so yeah, that's how you can tell if someone is schizophrenic."

  Teresa stammered and stood up straight. "Er, yeah. Great. Good to know."

  Ellen smiled as she handed us drinks. Two glasses of wine. "Seems like you two get along well. Why don't you go mingle? Don't be shy. Everyone here is very nice."

  Ellen gulped her wine, grabbed Ellen and pulled her forward. "Which ones are single?"

  "Er," Ellen hesitated, "that one in the red shirt is."

  Teresa stared at the man in the red shirt. He was average looking, maybe in his fifties. Teresa shrugged. "Good enough."

  I grabbed her arm before she could run away. "Don't leave me."

  "You'll be fine," she whispered. "And like you said, this ass hasn't gotten attention in a year. I need to get some dick." She looked behind her.

  We both saw Travis looking our way.

  Teresa turned back to me. "And so do you."

  I let her go.

  "Huh," Ellen said to me. "Why is your girlfriend so eager to meet the single men?"

  "Er," I said, "it's just a tick she has." I drank some wine. "She's got a strange mental disease. Really rare."

  I stayed with Ellen through a minute of small talk.

  "You know," she said to me, standing closer, "if you wouldn't mind seeing me after dinner, I have something I need to talk to you about. In private, if that's okay, Doctor."

  I drank the rest of my wine. I saw Travis standing by himself, sneaking glances back at me. "Ellen, I need to thank your husband for having us."

  She stood in shock of my rejection when I left for the other side of the room.

  Travis avoided eye contact as I approached him.

  "Hey," I said. I stood in front of him.

  "Hey," he answered. He looked around me as if I wasn't there.

  "Thanks for having me," I said.

  He spoke coldly. "It was Ellen's idea."

  We stood in silence for half a minute. It was agonizing. I felt embarrassed for trying to talking to him. And I didn't understand why he was closed off like this.

  "I need more whiskey," he said, looking down into his empty glass.

  "I could use some myself," I said.

  He let out a deep breath. His eyebrows lowered as he looked me in the eye. "Alright, let's go get some."

  He led me away from the crowd of his dinner guests and to the kitchen. He got the whiskey and poured us two glasses.

  As I drank it, it bu
rned my throat and chest, making me cough.

  "Strong stuff, huh?" he asked.

  I wiped my mouth. My face felt scrunched up in an expression of disgust. "That's fucking right. Damn!"

  I tried to laugh it off, but Travis wasn't laughing. I got quiet. "What's wrong?"

  Travis looked at me. He didn't say a word, but he kept his eyes on mine. He leaned on the kitchen table, just looking at me like he hated what he was going to say.

  "Travis," I said, "just spit it out. What's wrong?"

  "We can't do this," he finally said.

  I leaned back against the counter. "What do you mean?"

  "What we've been doing, Doc." He kept looking down. "All the hooking up. Sneaking around. We have to stop."

  I felt I needed to tell him now about his wife before it was too late. "Travis, I need to tell you something." I took a step towards him.

  He took a step away from me. "Doc, please. Look, this has been great. It really has." He took in a deep breath. "I mean, being with you has been one of the greatest experiences of my life." Finally, he looked up at me with those gorgeous eyes of his. "When I was with you, I've felt things I didn't even know I could feel."

  Fuck you, I thought. Fuck you for telling me this. For setting me up like this just to hurt me. I knew he wasn't going to say what I wanted to hear, that he'd leave his wife for me.

  "But I love Ellen," he said. "I'm in love with her, Doc. I have been since we were in college together."

  I lowered my head. "Travis, please let me just tell you something."

  "Doc, I know things aren't great between us right now. But we're going to work on it. We're going to get back to the way we were."

  Something suddenly hit me. "Wait a second." My eyebrow raised. "Are you, do you regret what we did?"

  He shook his head. "I regret that I lied about it. I can never tell Ellen. It would break her heart."

  If only he knew the truth about her.

  "That's why I asked if we could do an open relationship," he said. "I thought maybe I could still, you know, be with you."

  I sighed. "You mean fuck each other."

  "Doc, that's not-"