Page 18 of Vicarious

But she’s right. She’s right that my thought dead wife is in the next room, and we haven’t told her about us yet, and I don’t particularly want her to find out yet.

So I just hum a little into her nipple and say, “Suppose you’ll just have to be my dirty little secret, huh?”

I see the way her face tries to twist into a frown because she doesn’t particularly like that. But then her face is loosening up and her mouth falls open into a gasp as I press my hand harder against her pussy. It’s not going to make her come, though. And she knows this.

When she’s finally able to find some breath, she says, “Or maybe you’re my dirty little secret instead.”

She urges me to stand all the way up and then pulls my shirt apart, popping buttons as she does so.

“Who’s ripping up and tearing off clothing now?” I manage to get out before her hot hands are touching my bare chest.

“I need you,” she mutters against my lips after I’ve kissed her again. “Now.”

I pick her up and take her to the bed. Once I’ve dropped her there, we get rid of the rest of our clothes, and I’m immediately on top of her, pressing my cock into her pussy while she grips my arms tightly, and forces me to stay pressed against her.

I humor her for a while, letting her keep me pressed against her. Her flushed sweaty chest against mine. Her hard nipples poking into me. But pressed against her like this doesn’t let me fuck her the way I want. Doesn’t let me fuck her the way I need to right now. The way she needs right now.

I force myself out her grip to sit up some. She whines in protest, only to let out a loud mewling sound when I pick up the pace of my thrusting and pound harder into her. She coos, her nails digging into my arms. I could get lost in this forever. In her hot, tight pussy. But I can’t. Not like I want to. Because my fucking wife is in the next room. Yet somehow, knowing that, having to stop myself from letting go like I want to, makes this feel so much fucking better.

And then I start to feel her pussy clamp around my cock, and Dele opens her mouth to let out some sound without abandon. But before she does, I put my hand around her neck and squeeze. Not enough to make her completely lose her breath, but enough that what breath she does have has to go to breathing so that the scream she was about to let out gets lost.

“You’ve got to be quiet. Remember?” I chide, stopping my thrusting.

Her legs shake under me. Her stomach clenches. She tries to put a hand between us to rub her clit, but I grab her smaller hand in my larger one and pin it to her stomach.

“Quiet,” I say. “Remember?”

She nods as best she can with my hand around her neck. Then I resume pounding into her.

It’s not long before she comes around my cock. Before her feet curl into the bed, her hips and lower back lift off the bed, and heaves breathlessly with the effort to not make any noise. And in this moment, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. To know that I make her react this way. To know that she wants to scream and moan and make me know it, but she can’t. And it takes her so much effort not to. It’s enough that I come too. Hard. Harder than I knew was possible.

But it’s still not enough. Because with Phae around, who knows when we’ll get the chance to do this again. So I keep going. Keep going until Dele comes so hard under me and her pussy grips my walls in such a vice grip that it’s too much for me, so that I have to pull out of her.

She sits up on her elbows and ushers me forward since her body is still trembling and says breathily, “Finish in my mouth.”

I don’t need any more encouragement than that as I make my way up her body, straddle her chest and put my cock into her waiting mouth, hitting the back of her throat before pulling out and doing the same thing.

And suddenly, I’m the one making the noise. Loud grunts and groans leaving my mouth that I couldn’t control if wanted to as I fuck her hot mouth. As the vibrations of the moans from her mouth while it’s around my cock travel through the rest of her body and make me feel like her mouth is everywhere on me, not just swallowing my cock.

I certainly have no control over it as I come into Dele’s mouth, and she swallows and licks up my seed without complaint.

I collapse next to her when we’re done. I should be spent, but even this isn’t enough.

Apparently, Dele feels the same way because she asks, “Stay?”

It’s the first time she’s made a request like that. Not just since we started fucking, but ever. So many nights spent at her apartment before all this, innocent and guiltless as it always was, and she never asked me to stay. She never asked me not to go back to Phae. She’s always kept her distance. And nowadays, I’m usually the one calling the shots on whether she stays or goes.

I don’t want to refuse her. But I should.

Because there’s no way to explain this as anything other than what it looks like if Phae comes looking for us in the morning and catches us in bed or catches me coming out of Dele’s room with the same clothes and missing buttons. But also… I really don’t care.

I shouldn’t.

But I am.

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Dele

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