Page 10 of Still Bruised
She trailed a blood-red fingernail up his arm, light glinting off her thin gold bangles. “Then you can fuck his cum out of me once he’s gone.”
Any other normal, red-blooded man would have probably gotten an instant hard-on hearing his wife whispering naughty things like that in their ear. Apparently, he wasn’t normalnorred-blooded.
She searched his face, her smile ebbing.
She’s going to blow up any second now.
“Okay,”he said, forcing a smile on his lips to avoid the scene he sensed would come if he hadn’t.
Ashley squealed and wrapped her arms around his neck. A few patrons glanced their way, smiling at Ashley’s apparent joy. They clearly weren’t looking at his face to get the other side of the story.
“We’re gonna have so much fun tonight, babe.”
Foster nodded before she waved over their third for an introduction.
“You’re gonna love Vic.”
Vic ambled over, cradling a bottle of some expensive microbrew in one hand. Foster pretended to be happy to meet him, forcing another smile that soon made his face sore. After a short twenty-minute conversation and an even shorter fifteen-minute ride home, Foster stood in the doorframe to their bedroom watching as Vic kissed his wife in the dim light given off by Ashley’s massive closet sitting open.
They hungrily stripped off every piece of clothing. Once the dress was dragged over Ashley’s head, all she had left was a pair of lacy panties and her bangles. The peaks of her breasts were bright red and swollen, ready to be suckled and teased. Vic kicked off his shoes as Ashley unbuckled his belt.
A few buttons undone and his dress shirt floated to the bare hardwood. Seconds later, Vic was completely bare. Foster’s gaze took in the sight of a naked Vic. It wasn’t the first man he’d seen in the nude, but it was the first one in his ownbedroom. His gaze trailed over Vic’s brawny, muscled flesh. Foster wasn’t completely unaffected by the sight. He stared at Vic’s tight ass and felt the first tiny glimmers of interest.
When he looked at Ashley, that faded.
What came next felt almost out-of-body, a sensation that he wasn’t really there. Dream-like, ethereal, whatever you wanted to call it. Although those words didn’t quite fit, either. They cast an assumption of pleasure that he simply could not feel.
Vic kissed Ashley as he dragged her panties down with one hand and dipped a couple of fingers of his other into her slit. He massaged her clit, and she loudly moaned her appreciation for his searching fingers. Ashley’s head fell back, her long hair dancing along her bottom as Vic’s hands worked her over. She gasped and mewled in his arms, making sounds he’d never heard her make before.
Sounds she’d never made with him.
And he felt absolutely nothing.
He wasn’t hard.
He didn’t want to participate.
If he slowly backed out, they might not notice he’d left until they were too far gone. He took a half step to test his theory—but got caught. Vic turned his attention to Foster and grinned.
“You’ve got too many clothes on, my man. You need to get naked.”
Foster chuckled, the sound a bit hollow. He shuffled his feet and rubbed the back of his neck, the desire to bolt pumping through his veins.
“Don’t tell me you’re shy,” Vic murmured seductively.
He met Vic’s gaze, a denial on the tip of his tongue. Biting it back, he simply shook his head.
“What is it?” Vic sauntered over, his hard, thick, veiny cock swinging with every step. Foster’s gaze was drawn to it. “You aren’t backing out on me, are you?”
Foster swallowed the lump in his throat, fighting the desire to run. When Vic grabbed his belt buckle, he froze.
“I know this is new for you,” Vic said, a hint of a smile on his lips. “Your wife told me this is your first time with a guy.”
Not exactly.
The old memory returned to him again, but it burst and faded when Vic caressed his soft cock through his trousers.
“Here,” Vic said, grinning as he undid the clasp at the waist. “Let me help you with that.”
