Page 161 of Unhinged

“Oh, fuck. I’m sorry.” Simone’s hands go to my face, and she kisses me gently like she’s afraid it’ll upset me to be rougher. “We’ll burn them all, then.”

I shake my head. “I need to get past it, I know. I could’ve been wearing jeans, and it wouldn’t have stopped them. But it’s probably why I wear a belt most of the time.”

Simone kisses me again as her hands stroke my cheeks. She then whispers, “I love showing you how good sex can be. I know this because you showed me how good it is when it’s the right person. What they did to you wasn’t sex. It was violence and a crime. I’m pretty sure you can still report it to the police in North Carolina.”

“No.”

“They got away with hurting you, Greg. I’m not okay with that. I want them to pay for this.”

“They didn’t physically hurt me.”

“No. It’s all mental, and no one can put a bandage on those injuries. You carry around the scars no one can see until you let them.”

“Digging it up for the city of Durham will only humiliate me more. I don’t need the whole damn city knowing my business.”

“You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

“It’s more accepted when women are victims of that kind of crime.” I still can’t say what it was. “With men, we’re pussies for letting it happen, or we wanted it. Either way, I’m a crybaby and need to suck it up. That’s how everyone will see me.”

“You didn’t want it, and you’re no crybaby, Greg. You’ve held this inside for years. I only found out by accident, or you’d still be keeping it a secret.”

“I still haven’t told my dad, Simone. My mother wouldn’t have known…”

“I’m sorry about that.”

I sigh and take her hand. “I know. Look, can we just…”

“You’re my husband. It’s my job to take care of you.”

Simone pulls her rose-colored sweater over her head, revealing her pink lace bra. She then removes her black dress pants, exposing her matching underwear. I unbuckle my belt but watching her body, I stop undressing. When she looks at me, she asks, “What’s wrong?”

I grab her hand and put it on my crotch. “My wife is so goddamn hot. Feel what you do to me in seconds. That’s not unwilling. That’s straight-up desire, Simone. I want you.”

I take off my shirt while she helps me with my fly. She whispers, “I’m yours.”

I watch her remove her bra and then her underwear. Eager, I get rid of the rest of my clothes as she goes into the bathroom to start the water. Before Simone gets into the shower, I grab her, roam my hands over her tits, and then between her legs. With both hands, I finger and massage her pussy, which is wetter than the shower.

Simone wriggles free from me with a smile, crooking her finger as she goes under the spray. I follow, and as soon as I close the door, she puts her arms around my torso and gets on her pink tiptoes to kiss me. She then looks up at me. “I want to help you with all things. I’m here for you, but you need to talk to a psychologist—no, not either of your parents. It’ll help.”

“Sometime. Not now.” Never.

“I’ll try to help you, but I don’t know what’s best for you.”

“You’re doing fine. You’re all I need.”

“Maybe it’ll help for you to just let go. I can handle rough. But you have to tell me what you want. Got it?”

“What?” How in the hell can I do that? I can’t let her see what I experience every fucking day.

She kneels and tentatively touches my sack. “I’ll use my fist to stop you from gagging me too much, so no worries.” Simone leans closer and nips with her lips, and then licks my balls. It’s so fucking erotic to watch her getting me harder with her tender touch. As she does that, I stroke my dick while swiping water from my eyes and shoving back my wet hair.

“Oh, buttercup. That feels so good. Stroke me with your ring.”

She shifts and grabs my shaft, gliding her left hand, so her wedding ring drags on me. Her damp eyes look up as she kisses the tip. I groan as she puckers her lips over it, sliding me into them, but only that far. It’s as awesome as it is frustrating.

My voice is hoarse. “I want to fuck your mouth hard.” She moans, and it echoes off the tile while she shifts closer to the wall, taking me with her. Simone opens her mouth wide, but I’m unsure how to do this, where I’m in control. Sensing this, her hands go to my ass, and she shoves me toward her. I put my hands on the wall above her, and she pushes a few times again until I get it. Her hand returns to my dick to keep me from gagging her as I thrust.

“God, baby,” I say as the water hits my back and ass. Her left hand goes to my thigh, encouraging me to go faster or harder. Her wedding ring glides along my skin, and I thrust more with purpose. I pant, “Suck my fucking dick and touch yourself. I want to feel you moan.”

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