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  Kaelan had her by her waist and he lifted and dropped her in time with his own thrusts. She squeezed him so hard that he nearly yelled. She felt so good, and their timing was almost perfect now. They knew what the other needed, they knew how to give it, how to take it. As she lowered and he pushed up into her there was a slapping sound that made the single guy at the front turn.

  Kaelan started as he felt Dave’s hand on his shoulder. It was a warning. He pulled Cilla back into his lap, impaling her deeply. She sighed and wriggled. Amazingly, he didn’t have to say a thing, she knew what was needed instinctively. With a vigorous rocking motion, she fucked them both, putting so much pressure on his base that Kaelan leaned his head against her back to brace himself.

  He reached up and held her tits, crushing them in time with her movements. He was going to beat her to orgasm. He just knew it, and he held her still, allowing his massive cock to twitch and pulse inside as he shot his load into her unprotected cunt. Kaelan stifled his moans by biting her balled up skirt.

  Cilla milked him, and it felt like a fist was gripping and releasing him. He held her tits like they were keeping him afloat. In a way, they were. Stars and lights were still exploding in front of him as she bucked back, using his giant cock like a dildo. She whined quietly and started to tremble, her legs failed her and Kaelan was just aware enough to hold her up. A last short slide across his thighs and she came.

  He loved the way her pussy spasmed around him, it was something that Sophie had never done, couldn’t do. Cilla was an athlete, her body honed for performance and pleasure, and Kaelan loved it. Loved fucking her. Maybe a little too much? He didn’t think so, if it were to end right now he could take it. Cilla, he wasn’t so sure about, and that sent a wave of anxiety through him. He wasn’t sure about unloading in her pussy without protection either, she must be on some form of contraception but he hadn’t talked about it to Sophie.

  “You are the best K,” Cilla murmured and leaned back into him. They embraced awkwardly for a second, then she climbed off and slumped into her original seat.

  “He thinks so too…” Dave whispered, putting his arm between them and directing their attention to the right. A young man was watching them, leaning against the far wall and swinging what looked like a torch, he was clearly an employee of the cinema, and as they watched him, he played with a hard lump in his pants.

  Cilla sniggered, “he’s not getting any of this cunt, I think K broke it again.” They laughed along with her, and gathered their things quickly. Kaelan knew that Dave would want to reclaim his wife while his seed was still inside, and as for himself, he just wanted to get home. Home to his family.

  They exchanged friendly hugs in the carpark, and the couple went off to their car arm-in arm, seemingly in a rush to fuck while the iron was hot. Then Cilla did something that unsettled him. She turned out of sight of her husband and mouthed something. She was too far away for Kaelan to understand her, but it wasn’t what she said that really disturbed him, it was the look in her eyes. Something was wrong and he didn’t know what it was, all the excitement drained out of him and he was suddenly very tired.

  Chapter 2: Reconnecting

  Sophie was home early. It was nice to have some peace and quiet, the session with Howie had been mind-blowing, but the ending had been awkward and stilted. Why she’d told him she wanted to breed with him she couldn’t say, it had just popped out. There was no rewinding it and they had both been deeply affected by it.

  The mutual masturbation had been too good for it to be a real problem for them, she hoped, but it was something she needed to reflect on.

  “Mum! Can I go over to Brenda’s?” Carys, she was home earlier than expected.

  “I don’t know Care, you’ve got such a lot of project work to do, you should probably get on with that.” Sophie felt a little weird, talking about such mundane things after what she’d done earlier, like she was vacationing within her real life.

  Carys was about to complain, when she obviously sensed an opportunity, “but that’s why I want to go, we are going to work on it together. It’s a joint project. I won’t be able to do it alone.” Sophie wasn’t sure that she was telling the truth, but in some ways getting her out of the house for a while wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing.

  “Okay, as long you’re not playing me, that’s fine. Do you need me to drop you there?”

  “No, Bren’s Mum said she would come and pick me up. She’ll be here in twenty minutes.”

  Sophie was a bit pissed off that Carys had assumed she could go, but in the end what did it matter? She was just glad that she didn’t have to do the running around. “Fine,” but she wasn’t going to let her think that she’d gotten away with something, “that’s fine. But if you do that again Care, organise something without telling me and then hoping I’ll come around, you’re going to be disappointed. Got it?”

  Carys nodded sheepishly, kissed her Mum by way of apology, and went out to wait for Maggie to arrive. Sophie smiled to herself and took the cat food out of the cupboard. Borat, their six-year-old ginger Tom was gliding around her legs, politely demanding to be fed.

  She wasn’t a cat fan and she’d been sincerely upset when Kaelan had come home with the kitten as a present for Carys, without any discussion about it first. Once Care had seen him though, that was it, they were stuck with him. Still, she wouldn’t be without him now.

  When would Kaelan get home? She needed to see him, to talk with him, confess the line that had been stepped over, otherwise it would fester. They’d agreed after her first time with Howie, that everything had to be open and shared, nothing could be hidden if it was going to work. Some of the rules they’d borrowed from Cilla and Dave, and, so far, it had worked well. Nevertheless, it wasn’t a confession she was looking forward to making. She sighed and tried to fend Borat off as he nudged her hand, his wet nose leaving a shining trail on the back of her thumb. Yuck! Bloody animal.

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  Kaelan didn’t go home right away. What had happened with Cilla and Dave had been fantastic. He’d loved the way she’d done exactly as he’d directed her. He liked the way that Dave just handed his wife off to him, like she was his property to be dispensed with. It wasn’t like that exactly, but it was hard to think of another way to define it. What bothered him was Cilla’s surreptitious glance and the mouthed words he hadn’t understood.

  The bridge was there, steadfastly holding itself above the river, defying the current to provide safe passage. He stood at his usual spot and watched as a sexy ‘yummy mummy’ jogged past. Yoga pants, along with tight jeans, were either the work of Satan or a gift from God. As her ripe ass bounced gradually out of view he confirmed to himself that it had to be the latter.

  A fisherman was upstream casting, and the lazy drone of a fly soothed him. What was he worried about? Everyone was having a good time, no one was getting hurt. So, what was eating him? He stared at a leaf-covered branch as it made its way towards him, trying to crystallise his thoughts.

  Two things. He didn’t like the fact that Cilla was becoming more and more submissive, that she was taking things into work, and maybe even getting attached? It didn’t seem likely, but it was just a gut feeling. That would be a disaster. And then there was Sophie. Kaelan liked fucking Cilla, a lot, but he didn’t enjoy it as much as his wife liked being with Howie, he was sure of it. He could stop at any time, but her? He didn’t think so, and that was hard to accept.

  She’d been with Howie today, not physically, but with him all the same, and Kaelan knew that she’d been excited in a way she no longer was with him. Shit, where were they heading?

  His mobile let out its cannon fire message alert. He was late so he expected it to be Sophie, but It wasn’t, it was Cilla.

  [Cilla]: Hey handsome how bout fun 2moro at school? X

  He wasn’t sure it was a clever idea, were they getting into relationship territory here? He didn’t want that. Was there a limit to how often it happened? He really h
ad no idea, but he felt uncomfortable about it. Before he could respond another message: [Cilla]: Or my place? X

  Something didn’t feel right, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

  [Kaelan]: Dave be there? X

  There was a delay, which set his spider senses tingling, then they were confirmed by her reply.

  [Cilla]: No just us x

  That didn’t feel right.

  [Kaelan]: He wants a video? X

  Kaelan had no intention of getting together, but he needed to draw her out, find out what was going on.

  [Cilla]: Nope just for us x

  Apart from their first time, Dave had always been there. Everything had been open and transparent, he didn’t like the thought of going behind his back, and more than that, he wouldn’t do it. While he considered how to let her down without making an issue out of it, he noticed that the angler had caught something, he fought with it, then reeled it in. The fish swung and twisted in the sunlight, desperately trying to resist, to prolong its life. It was lost and yet it struggled on until the bitter end.

  Well, he was one fish that wouldn’t be reeled in. Not like this, not by Cilla, or anyone else.

  [Kaelan]: Sorry Cill I have appt 2moro. 4got x

  All Cilla sent back was a sad face. It was time to go home.

  *****

  He parked up and made his way inside. Albert, their neighbour, was cutting the hedge, and he wondered what the kind old man would think about the things they were doing. He’d probably have a heart attack. Kaelan might have laughed at that image before, but now it just made him weary and dejected.

  There was peace inside when he stepped through the door. It was a pleasant change. Finn was in the living room on his tablet, Carys was nowhere around, and Sophie was in the kitchen.

  “Hello love, busy day?” she asked with a sly smile. He tried to get into the spirit of things as he had most times before, but he didn’t feel it and he wouldn’t fake it.

  “Yeah very,” he cuddled in behind her, “how about you?”

  Sophie wriggled back into him, trying to get a rise, but he just held her tighter. It wasn’t what he wanted, all he needed was closeness, he needed her warmth. He needed to feel loved. As if sensing it, Sophie turned her face to kiss him, and let him hold her close. Nothing was said, it wasn’t necessary.

  *****

  Sophie ran her fingers up and down Kaelan’s back, loving the way his skin prickled. He nibbled her neck and trailed his tongue down to her collar bone. It made her moan quietly and he shifted to kiss her breasts, coating them with his saliva, making them glisten in the muted light.

  “Kael, yes! Just like that. Go on bite me. Do it.” Sophie arched her lower back to offer herself and he took one rigid button into his mouth and clamped his teeth around it, hard enough to force a pained wheeze in response.

  Hands. Tongue. Teeth. He was overwhelming her, it felt like he was touching her everywhere at once. What she really needed was his breath on her pussy, the promise of a kiss there, to feel him nudging her clit free, taking it in and sucking on it.

  Instead he lifted his body slightly and lined her up. Sophie stifled a disappointed groan, moved into position and let him push into her in one smooth stroke. She wasn’t wet so it hurt her, but she wanted to be fucked so she took it without complaint. She took it all the way, repeatedly, as he plunged in and out, nearly turning her pussy upside down.

  “Yes Kael, fuck me. Give it to me. Take me. Oh God!” he had the power to scramble her brains, even now, even when he wasn’t really trying, the sheer size of his cock was enough. With an effort, Sophie tied her legs around his waist and urged him on, digging her heels into his ass.

  He took her mouth and kissed her wildly, nearly suffocating her, his thrusts going deeper, splitting her apart. “OHHHHH like that. God fuck me just…ah…like…that…take me like Howieeeeee.”

  Although he didn’t falter, she felt him tighten. He drove in harder making her mewl. When she opened her eyes, he was glaring at her, “not tonight!” he growled, and pumped his fearsome cock into her tiny little cunt until all sense left her, and her serial orgasms brought her to the very brink of insanity.

  *****

  He lay awake watching shadows washing over the ceiling as cars hurtled through the night. Why did she have to bring that piece of shit into their love making like that? Was there any time she wasn’t thinking about him? He propped himself up and studied her sleeping form, the way her golden hair fanned out on the pillow, the soft, rhythmic movements of her chest, the angelic cast of her features.

  He began to get out of bed, but he felt her cool hand on his forearm. “Where are you going mister? Off to see your lover in the middle of the night?” she was teasing, he could tell, but it still got under his skin.

  “Yep, we have some unfinished business. I haven’t made her pregnant yet.” He didn’t know why he said it, all he knew was that he wanted to shock her, try to get her to at least acknowledge how crazy it was all getting.

  Silence. Her grip tightened. “What the fuck Kael?” the playfulness was gone, there was hurt there, panic, “I mean what the actual FUCK?” He tried to pull free but she locked her hands around him, “Where are you going?” all sharpness now.

  “To get a drink,” all he wanted was to get out of there, to be free of her, maybe even to get out of the house. Take a walk. Something. As he sat up, she threw her arms around him and laid her head on his shoulder.

  “What’s wrong, sweetie? Why are you so angry?”

  He couldn’t believe she needed to ask, “seriously?” He found her lack of insight more disturbing than anything else.

  “Was it when…” she paused, as if weighing up whether she should say it, “when I mentioned Howie?” So, she did know. That was something at least.

  Kaelan patted her arm, “yeah, that’s part of it. Look Soph, I’ve had fun doing this, I have, but I wonder where this is all going to end? You seem to be more and more into Howie, and I’m…well I’m worried that I’m losing you. Losing us.” It was a weight off his shoulders, to say it out loud. They’d had a similar discussion after her first time with Howie, but things were different now, they had regular sexual partners outside their marriage. It was a massive risk that had to be faced.

  Sophie kissed his neck and hauled herself up so that she pressed into him, he liked the sentiment and loved the warmth, it was a salve. “We aren’t losing anything babe. We’re adding to us. Having fun, that’s all this is. I’m not going anywhere.”

  He sighed, her words were what he wanted, but he wasn’t certain that they were genuine. He found, to his horror, that some of his trust in her had been chipped off, like protective plating dropping from an armoured vehicle.

  “Are you going somewhere Kael?” Anxiety. He wasn’t proud of it, but he was glad. He was starting to think she was taking everything for granted, that she was taking him for granted. “Kael?”

  “I’m going to get a drink,” he repeated, and eased himself out of her embrace.

  “You’re coming back?”

  He stopped half way to the door and turned. He looked at her huddled on their bed, arms around her knees, her face lost in the half-dark. “be right back.”

  She spoke again, halting him a second time. “You were pulling my chain, right?”

  “Huh?”

  “About getting Cilla pregnant? You were pulling my chain? You weren’t serious, you weren’t, right?”

  He didn’t want to be cruel, but he didn’t think a little uncertainty was unwarranted. He rubbed the back of his neck, shot her an enigmatic smile and went to get some water.

  Chapter 3: Sports

  “You lucky bastard!” Kaelan yelled, hitting the top of the net with his racquet, “how the hell did you make that pass?” he didn’t want to get too pissedoff, but it was annoying when Elliot hit winners that he didn’t intend. Normally he would have shrugged it off and laughed.

  Elliot wrinkled his nose and wiped his forehead with his sweatband, “
calm down, you’ll give yourself a seizure. Let me have my moments of glory mate.”

  Kaelan felt like a real shit. Elliot was right, did he have to annihilate his friend every time they played? He’d given golf a miss to spend some time with Elliot and now he was spoiling it. He lost the next two points deliberately, but it didn’t make either of them feel any better.

  He was just about to serve, when someone shouted: “Hie! How about a game of doubles boys?” Kaelan shaded his eyes with his hands and was surprised to see the brunette he’d exchanged meaningful glances with, that day they’d seen Mrs Benson with her trainer.

  Elliot ran over to him, “say yes, please say yes, it’s that little blonde, remember? You have to do this bud, for me?” it was the least he could do, and it wasn’t like it was a hardship to include two hot women in their game.