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“Anything!” Her voice desperate and greedy.

“I want you to take off your blindfold. I want to look into your beautiful eyes when I fuck you. Can you do that for me?” Biting her lip, she reluctantly nodded, taking her time pulling it away from her eyes. The fear was obvious in her gaze when she turned and realized how close her husband was standing,

“Don't look at him.” I directed her gaze back to mine. “Look at me. If I catch your eyes wandering, I'll make you pay for it.I'm the only one you need to worry about. The who deserves this body. After being fucked by a Sullivan, you ain't going to be able to go back to small cocks and weak staminas. You know I’m the only one who can fuck you proper. You know I'm the only one who can please you.” Losing her patience, she ripped my shirt open, helped me out of my tank, and lastly, wrestled with the buckle to my trousers. Before she could get it further past my hips, I pinned her down before she can get a look at my leg.

“Someone's eager for that cock, isn’t she?” Our mouths met, forcing down her patience. My leg sleeve had been in the wash, and I couldn't risk anyone seeing my limb, but I still wanted to leave my sweet girl ruined for anyone after me. Angling my pants down just enough, I spread her legs wide, my hips my only support as I parted her delicate folds with one lone bold stroke.

“You like taking this big cock for Daddy?” I asked, each hard plunge sending her reeling. Not only was she wickedly wet, her pussy was so damn tight, gripping me with a scalding heat. She moved underneath me, moaning as I filled her with deep thrusts.

“Oh yes, no one fucks me like you do,” she admitted, leading me to believe she had finally gotten over the idea of being watched. I took her with pounding need, both of our breathing a desperate, frantic mess.

For now, it was like he wasn't even there, because the only thing I saw were her big, beautiful breasts bouncing and the sweet way her pussy expertly took my cock. She cupped my face, our kisses open mouthed, panting as our bodies worked. And while most women claimed not to be flexible—for my big cock, somehow, they always found a way. By now her body was shaking, her eyes glassed over and the look on her face cried out in desirous need. With each thrust, the headboard slammed and I knew she was about to come for me again. I fought the sensation, struggling to hold on longer, but at the thought of coming in another man's wife as he watched, before I knew it,I erupted violently into her cunt. Her muscles spasmed around my cock as she grabbed my hair and pulled me close. Together we were a mix of both sweat and lust, a mutual attraction becoming our mutual destruction.

“Mmm…” I moaned between kisses. “If you let me eat it some more, I could be up again in no time.”

“Actually,” she started, pushing me slightly away. “If it's all right, I think I could use an intermission and a shower.” By now, Vernon had made his way back to the lounge, but I didn't even notice, because I was too busy coming.

“Of course. There weren't any complicated rules to this. If this is where you wanted things to end, this is where we'll end things.” I climbed off her, as she reached for her robe and exhaled a deep breath. She strolled over to Vernon, giving him a small, awkward peck on the cheek, before she met my gaze one last time before leaving.

I slipped my trousers back up, catching Vernon's eyes lingering for longer than I was comfortable with, and then it had me wondering. Was it her pleasure he was after, or mine?

“You know, I think I had my suspicions, but I wasn't entirely sure until now. When it comes down to your lack of intimacy, Pretty ain't the problem is she?” I paused, grabbing my shirt to put it back on, knowing I had to tread this next assumption carefully. “It's her gender.”

I knew the look in a man's eyes when he deviated from common indulgences, and no amount of pussy was going to make a man desire it when he preferred the opposite. He cleared his throat.

“Well, I suppose we all have our secrets. If I sought out what I really wanted, I wouldn't have this good life. I love Pretty, I do. I just can't keep pretending my desires don't matter. That's why you and her…I'm giving her this. The music don't hit like the way it's supposed to when she's lonely. I was hoping maybe you couldadd that to your list of duties.” I thought about it and admittedly, at least it was a job I was actually qualified for. But the whole peeping tom thing, yeah, that was going to stop today.

“Here's the deal. I don't have anything against that. I'm not saying I understand it, but what you do in your private life ain't none of my business. That being said, this right here, ain't happening again. From this moment on, it's just me and her. You have my word that we’ll be discreet. Your son won't know anything. But truthfully, it feels like it's just better to be honest. What good does it do when you're in it with someone and no one's needs are getting met?” Although I’d argue his needsweregetting met, just not with her.

“Look, just keep the woman happy. Especially because these days I'm going back and forth for clients, and I know I'm gonna be gone for weeks, sometimes a month at a time. She needs your protection. She needs you to look after Elijah, and she needs you to take her mind off of things. Think you could do that?” Sheesh, with all that he was asking of me, the smart thing to do would have been to ask for more money. But the duties weren't exactly at chore, and it was essentially everything I was already doing.

“Aye,” I replied, as I stood and made my way back to her toilet. At the sight of me, she screamed, dropping her soap on the floor as the sight of her picking it up wasn't exactly a bad thing. “Didn't mean to scare you. I only wanted to check on you,” I said, leaning back on the sink, amazed that her long, straight hair was reverting to curls. “I didn't know you had curly hair.” I crossed my arms at my chest, enchanted with the allure of her natural beauty.

“Yeah, I guess I spend a good deal pressing it. Come on, are you just gonna stare at me? Or did you have any plans to join me?” She flirted, a surprise since I think she finally understood that her husband was going to allow this. I shot her a wink.

“The former. Some things from time to time just need to be appreciated. Studied. I reckon now is one of those times.” I smiled, as she washed her hair with a concentrated expression.

“Oh, and by the way. While you were gone, we came to another understanding. From now on, it’ll only be us. And I can't wait for all the things I plan to do to you.”

Nineteen

Pretty

The other night had been wild. I slept with another man in right front of my husband, and Vernon had been the one behind the whole thing. It was a weird experience to not be a faithful wife. I’d strived to be for so long. I just couldn’t help letting my desire to be needed take over.

It wasn't my intention to be a bad wife, but Vernon wasn't giving me enough to keep me happy. Paddy had just been there, willing and eager—and let's be real, better at some things. He was far more adventurous than I could prepare myself for but it was like I was more sexually compatible with a man I had known three weeks over a man I’d been married to close to a decade. I wasn’t proud of it, but Paddy fulfilledallmy physical needs.

Given Vernon had been fine with the arrangement, I just realized I hadn’t asked myself had I planned to nurse it or hide it had we not gotten caught. Makes me wonder what they talked about to come to this outcome.

As much as I hated admitting it, sleeping with Paddy that first time hadn’t been such a bad thing. I was approaching writing with more optimism than before, and not half finishing songs or scrapping them all together before I could even makeit work. I’m sure Vernon would be satisfied I would finally have something to turn in to the label.

By the time I looked at my watch, I realized how much time I had lost track of just composing, knowing there would be a time I’d get to spend it with Paddy. I was typically true to my schedule and not once had I ever run this late.

Getting up to do a house run, I found Paddy and Elijah in the kitchen as Paddy was showing him a thing or two. When I’d watch them together, I felt one of two things. Adoration for how well Paddy had bonded with my son. He really needed someone like Paddy to bring out his confidence, so there was no regret having him around Elijah.

But I also felt resentment. I wantedVernonto bond with him that way. He was his son and had begged me to have and keep when I wasn’t sure and considering other options. How did a man who wasn’t even supposed to be here come in and run this household better than my damn husband?

Paddy displayed all the things any woman would be lucky to have in a partner. He was good with kids. Clearly, he could cook. Most of all, he took charge, which I hadn’t known I was so attracted to until it wasn’t expected of me to lead everything.

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