Inevitable

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My characters are often flawed, and like real life, my stories are a shitshow, like life.

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Inevitable

Hannah had been agitated and on edge for the last few days; her mind was a battleground between her physical needs and her quest for self-control.

During the yacht trip on the Anna-Marie, she had lost herself in the sexual vacation of a lifetime. Sex with Ken had been beyond phenomenal. Hannah had nearly non-stop sex with their host as her husband watched approvingly. She also discovered the kinky pleasure experienced by many Hotwives: a mix of taboo and exhibitionist sensuality derived from sex with someone else, accented by the only audience being one's husband!

Giving Kyle his cuckold fantasy had brought Hannah and her mate closer. The shared experience was something only they knew -- a mutual secret that could not and would not be shared. Ever since their return from Key West, they had been giving each other knowing smiles, even with friends and family. 'If they only knew what we did.'

While at the yacht, Hannah informed her husband of her intention to see and be with Ken again. Yet upon return from the trip, Kyle's wife had second thoughts. But not about having sex outside her marriage. That ship had already sailed.

Hannah's problem was Ken's undeniable effect on her. Back home, she was in control of the family and their marriage. But when around Ken, she was little more than a puppet on a string. Even when Ken refrained from being assertive, his personality dominated her. It was an uncomfortable notion that returned repeatedly and became irksome.

'I don't bow down to any man. I won't do that for Ken either.' That was not true. She regularly catered to the needs of her male customers. Something that she filed under the professional hazard folder - rationalizing it away. As that line of thought would not work, she tried to degrade the quality of the sex in her mind. 'It was my first time with another man in a long time. Was it really that good? Or did I let myself think Ken was great compared to Kyle?'

'No. Kyle has been great to me,' she chastised herself for denigrating her husband. 'It's not fair to blame him. He can't help cumming too soon.'

Then she recalled her days with Scott -- the best sex she ever had before the yacht. Scott had been good.

'He had stamina and an eight-inch dick, Right? Scott made me cum easily, but... yes, there is a but.'

Reluctantly, she had to admit the reality of it.

'Scott was not even close to Ken. Damn it!'

Picking up Young John on a recent business trip was an attempt to erase Ken's perceived control of her. The randomly picked guy was fit, with reasonable stamina. But he delivered as a lover only after she helped him overcome his lack of confidence. And even then, only marginally. Hannah achieved some orgasms from their coupling, but most often not, as John lacked the skill and finesse she needed. Hannah had to do most of the work and guide him through. 'With practice and schooling, John Brady could make a good lover. For someone else. And... not as good as Ken.' Some women might enjoy playing the role of teacher to a young man and derive pleasure from it. Hannah was not that type, though.

Ken, Ken, Ken!

He permeated her thoughts constantly. Hannah was comparing the performance of every man she had ever been in bed with to him. From her first, to Kyle, and even to Scott -- her best previous lover.

Thoughts like that kept returning to contradict her domineering nature. It irked Hannah that this man had such a profound influence over her thoughts and needs. She didn't love him. 'Not even close,' she thought.

'But... what? What is it?'

Memories of the sex they had kept returning to tantalize and tempt her. Images of Ken's cock or how it felt inside her would pop up at the most inopportune and inappropriate moments. Like during a work meeting, driving home, or picking up the kids. Yet the more she craved Ken, the more agitated she became, and the more irritable Hannah became when having sex with Kyle. And the daydreaming about the Key West trip was near constant.

"Mom, I'm talking to you," her oldest daughter said as they drove home.

Hannah had been thinking of Ken. Again.

Him, taking her, bent over the couch. Her, sucking his cock, kneeling before him. Kyle, masturbating to her in approval as she lay under Ken. Ken's thick dick filling her... prodding her insides... making her cum... again and again. 'Oh, God.'

"Earth to Mom," her daughter rolled her eyes.

"What!" Hannah snapped.

"You were spacing out."

"Was I?"

"And you just yelled at me."

'Fuck, I'm losing it!'

***

Hannah usually got horny on her trips and needed relief through masturbation. Unlike the business trip where she found a man, she refrained from it this last time. Not only had the experience been unfulfilling, but it also lacked something... OK. She knew what it lacked. No Ken to rock her world. But there was another aspect of it.

Even if Kyle allowed it, Hannah thought she was close to cheating on him. Thoughts of men had come to her more than once on a trip. A man in the elevator, who chatted her up. A man in one of her meetings, who stared at her legs and tits. And a waiter at the restaurant, who gave her a knowing look that made her pussy wet. He had been the primary test as he had a tight ass and was handsome with a voice to tempt a nun.

Remembering her past failures, Hannah shivered at the thought of ruining her marriage and family due to temptation. She had worked so hard to have the life she did.

'Strange cock is not worth the hassle.' She thought. 'I'll just jump Kyle when I get home. His tongue will have to do.'

They had returned from seeing family that Friday evening. The kids stayed the night to give Kyle and Hannah time alone. Hannah had been drinking Vodka and Red Bull as usual. She was not shitfaced, but she was tipsy and horny. On top of that, she was frustrated that her flight had been delayed earlier, so Hannah had not made it home in time for them to fuck. When that happened in the past, they usually had some quick sex to reconnect and get some relief. By the time she got home that day, Kyle was driving the kids home, and any chance other than sneaking in the bathroom to rub one off was out.

"Lock the door," she said to Kyle as she began disrobing.

"Right here?" Kyle asked.

Hannah thought about it briefly as she undid the buttons of her blouse.

"No, out on the street!" she scoffed. "Fuck no, not here, Kyle! Let's go to bed."

Kyle put up with it, knowing what was irritating his wife. She wanted Ken's cock, but was too proud and independent to ask for it. Influencing her to do the inevitable was not an option. Yet he had promised Ken to stay out of it and let her decide on her own free will. Kyle was becoming irritated himself. This was the third time she had snapped at him that day.

"Hannah, seriously. What's bothering you?"

She turned fast, ready to snap once more, but stopped herself.

"You know what," she said, staring away, not wanting to make eye contact.

"Well, since you won't tell me, why don't you do what you always do?"

"What do you mean?"

"Let off some steam and then think about it with a clear head."

She nodded, pursing her lips.

"I'm horny as hell," she muttered.

"Good," Kyle replied. "Lead the way."

Lead the way.

'How typical of us,' Kyle thought of their relationship as he admired his wife's shapely ass.

They rushed to the bedroom, taking their clothes off along the way. Still in her panties, Hannah yanked them down, letting them fall past her knees to her ankles. Helping Kyle take off his jeans, she gazed at his erection. Her husband was as hard as a rock. She quickly debated whether she should have him fuck her or not. She craved it, but Hannah needed to cum more than anything. Choosing the latter, she sat on the bed and lay on her back.

"I need you to eat me," she said, spreading her legs.

'That tuft of hair above her clit is getting smaller each time I see her naked,' Kyle thought. 'Not just smaller in area but trimmed low as well.'

Kyle wondered if it was her idea or a request by Ken. He so wanted to ask if she had contacted her first lover. But his orders from Ken had been precise and clear. Let her make the decision. Do not rush her. Period. Forcing himself to comply, Kyle refrained and focused on the task at hand.

Kyle's suspicion was not far off. During one of their sex bouts, when her husband was asleep, Ken had expressed his wish for her to be shaved clean.

"Next time we meet outside the yacht, I want your pussy shaved," Ken had said.

"You like that?" she had asked coyly.

"Immensely."

Hannah remembered feeling a startling disapproval from her new lover.

"Kyle would notice... " Hannah feigned apologetic reluctance.

"There is a way," Ken had replied.

Then she was told how to shave it off in smaller, successive increments until... until she met his demand. And a demand it had been. Hanna did not doubt that, nor did she doubt that she would obey him. Damn him!

***

As Hannah lay on the bed with her husband's face on her mons, the pubic hair above her wet slit was barely noticeable. It was hardly a quarter inch wide and half an inch long. Kyle had seen it and stared at it for the last few weeks, but had not said anything. As time passed and he orally pleased her, his tongue drifted over her shorter and shorter pubic hairs.

'Kyle has to know Ken wants this. And has said nothing.' He licked and sucked the spot as if paying homage to her preparation for another man.

She was horny. No other way to put it, and Kyle knew his wife all too well not to know. It had begun with her kiss - her biggest tell. She had practically ambushed him when he closed the bedroom door. The fire in her eyes was only matched by the burning kiss, open-mouthed... tongue between his lips -- seeking his. Then her hands found his bulge and gently teased it with her fingertips.

"I need you," she had whispered to him as he took her in his arms.

After they undressed each other, they fell on the bed, kissing, yet again, passionately. Kyle's hands reached for her breasts. God, how he loved the feeling of their hard brown nipples on his palms. They said things to him... invited Hannah's husband to do more, as he knew how aroused she was from the stimulation.

"Eat me," she sighed. "I need it."

Kyle had done just as she asked in their familiar bedroom dance. He moved so he was between Hannah's spread legs. The familiar smell of her arousal reminded him that hers was a used pussy, by other men. She let him tease her a bit by touching her vulva and kissing her inner thighs.

'He is so good at this,' she thought. 'If only...' her thoughts trailed as she felt her husband's breath on her gaping slit.

"Do it... lick me."

Kyle was quite familiar with his wife's needs and how she wanted him to give her oral. Using two fingers, he found her G-spot, making her gasp. With the fingers of his other hand, he raised her hood, exposing her aroused clit, and lowered his tongue to it.

"That's it, baby, lick it, oh yes!"

In minutes, Hannah felt her release approach. It hadn't taken long as aroused as she was these days. Tightening her thigh muscles, she grabbed her husband's head with both hands and sighed.

"Oh yes... I'm cumming... just like that!"

Kyle felt her thighs and groin tighten around his head as he finished bringing her off. Then she fell on the bed, gasping for air.

"I needed that," she said after a while.

"I think you need more than that," Kyle responded.

"I do," his wife replied, spreading her legs. "Go on fuck me. I'm so fuckin ready for it."

Kyle was too worked up to waste much time on foreplay. Climbing between his wife's legs, he aimed his erection at her entrance. Hannah guided him to her opening and nodded.

"Right there... go in... now."

She gasped as her husband's erection pierced her wet folds. Eager to be fucked, she didn't bother comparing him to her recent lovers. She was too aroused to care. A dick was a dick, after all. Hannah's body stayed aroused even after orgasms. Her pussy craved a man's intrusion - any man's would do at such times. So when she felt Kyle penetrate her, Hannah let herself enjoy the thrusts, setting aside all concerns and memories of the past.

Kyle tried to hold out. For once, he truly did, in a futile attempt to give his wife the elusive vaginal orgasm he consistently failed to deliver. But his body failed him once yet. And two minutes to the second after entering her, he felt his balls tingle and his groin strain as the stream of semen traveled uncontrollably up his shaft and spurted inside his wife. Kyle tried to continue thrusting, hoping Hannah was close to orgasm. But regrettably, he began softening as his shoves faltered.

Hannah knew he had cum already. She had been in this spot with her husband so many times she had lost count. The expression on his face, Kyle's averted eyes from hers, and his lost rigidness told the tale of his premature ejaculation.

'Shit!' she thought. 'For a while, I thought he would last longer.'

Hannah shook her head as Kyle pulled away, looking away in shame and disappointment. 'No. I let myself think he would last longer. He can't help it. But damn it. I was so close!'

Kyle fell onto the bed beside her, unsure if she wanted him there. Another failure. Another disappointment.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled as she lay on her back, facing up with a frustrated look.

Just then, Hannah reached and touched his arm. Her fingers held on to him and then stroked his flesh to soothe his damaged ego.

'I tried," he said with almost a sob. "I just can't hold out."

"It's OK," his wife said and hugged him.

While Hannah was understanding and caring to him, inside, she was angry at the cards life had dealt her and Kyle. Kyle was everything she wanted in a man, a husband, a father, a provider, and a partner. Everything but that one missing aspect, he was. And it hung over them like a never-departing stormy cloud.

Hannah had let herself believe they could get over it. That... somehow, she would find a solution, come to terms with, or even... learn to accept their lot. The reality was that, as much as he tried, her husband could not give her the satisfaction she needed sexually. But having felt the erotic pleasure another man could give her, her resolve to hold back and resist wavered.

"It's not your fault," she whispered. "I wish I could cum faster, or..."

"Stop trying to sugarcoat it, Hannah," Kyle bemoaned, cutting her off. "We both know what the problem is. We knew when we went to New York looking for a solution, we knew when we went to Key West, and we knew when you picked up that John guy. We knew that I couldn't give you the satisfaction you deserve."

'And I still can't,' he thought. 'But he can... with that big dick.'

"You made me cum with your tongue and fingers. It was good."

"So could a woman," he snapped back. "But you don't need that, Hannah, and... you can't live without the pleasure you are denied for the rest of your life. If I asked that of you, even if you did that by your choice, you would resent and divorce me."

'Not now that you had a taste of it,' he thought. 'Not now, after knowing I want you to and love seeing you with him. You looked so good with him... sucking his cock, letting him manhandle you... order you to be his mistress... fucking the daylights out of you.'

Hannah gazed into her husband's eyes as her lips trembled. Here they were, having the same conversation as months ago about her taking a lover.

"But there is more to this than just what I can and can not do for you, isn't there?" he added.

She held her tongue, knowing he was right but not wanting to admit it. Silence was her answer as they stared at each other, understanding, knowing, yet not saying a word. They both knew the answer.

'Damn him... he knows me all too well,' Hannah thought, irritated that he was right.

"Just know, no matter what you decide, I love you."

"I love you, too," she whispered to him.

"Just do what you have to do," he said in a sleepy voice, drifting.

Instead of speaking, she cuddled up to Kyle and placed his arm around her. They stayed like that for a while until she eventually heard his settled, sleeping breathing. She waited a few seconds, then moved his arm aside so she could move away and off the bed.

Minutes later, Hannah had checked on the kids and was sitting in the living room in her robe. In her hand was a glass of water as she stared out the window in the dark. Kyle's wife looked calm but was inwardly annoyed. Irritated that she... that she needed him - Ken.

'The bastard hasn't even called me or sent a single message. He probably wants me to grovel. Well, fuck him!'

Then she was mad that she had thought of fucking... it was all she thought of for the last week. And each time she did, her body craved the sensations his thick, long manhood had given her.

'Yes... damn it. Ken... him. His dick!' she yelled inwardly, thinking of all he had done to her on the Anna-Marie.

Why was it so hard for her to accept that she needed this man... what he and she had done... what she craved to do again. She didn't have feelings for Ken... did she? Was she obsessed with a man she could never have? Have. What a lark. Ken was married to an intelligent, wealthy woman who gave him hall passes to have affairs. Hannah had no delusional fantasies of her and Ken running off, as he had told her he was in love with his wife the first day they met. Amber's picture prominently displayed on the yacht spoke volumes.

'She is older but beautiful... smart... successful... and unlike me, not jealous. I could fuck Ken from here to California, and he would still return to her.'

Yet thinking of it, Hannah was not jealous of Amber. If she had feelings for him, she would be... jealous. And still, she was wet just thinking of him. What had he done to her? Yes, that... but something... something more. Ken was not just a good fuck. Other men were probably so... although she had never met one. Not even Scott had been to Ken's level. And it was not just the sex.

It was Ken's demeanor, influence on her, and the way he asked her to do things that led her to comply effortlessly. No man had ever had that effect on Hannah. She had submitted to him after their first sex, wanting more. But upon returning home, though, she had second thoughts. And that hesitancy to submit to him again had lingered.

Hannah remembered what she had confessed to her husband back on the yacht:

"For the first time, ever, I let someone else... a man, order me about. Everything in my psyche said not to. But that was my back-home self, the before-this-trip Hannah. When I am here with you and Ken, I want to experience a different part of life and myself. I want to be free to be that distinct person and not be judged by the world. You and Ken will be the only witnesses."

It was true, and she had done just that, let herself be free. But once they returned, she had slipped into her old ways and habits of control. But where had that gotten her? And eventually, her need for the amazing sex she had with him was winning over her ego and control wants. She was as frustrated and tense as ever. It was hard for her to admit it, but she needed that feeling again - the freedom and total sexual immersion. She required the sexual overload of her senses and nothing else.

'I need to be fucked hard, so bad!' Hannah thought.

***

The next day, she toyed with her phone parked in the lot of a strip mall on the way home. It had been a tough day for Hannah; all she thought of was Ken. By the time she left to drive home, Hannah had masturbated in the bathroom stall twice. And she was still not sated. Playing with her clit was not the same as a good fuck.

'Or a thick dick in my mouth after or before it fucks me,' she thought.

She dialed Ken's number.

"You have reached Ken's personal number. If you have it, you are special to me, but unfortunately, even I have to work. Go figure, right? So at the tone, leave a short message or text me if you must. I'll see that before I play back this voicemail."

Hannah heard the tone signaling her to start her voice message, but she didn't want to leave one. Clicking off the connection, she typed a text to her lover.

"Ken, I tried calling you and got voicemail. Sorry, I have taken this long to contact you, but you know how it is with young kids, work, and business trips. Anyway, I hope we can talk and arrange to get together soon. I missed you."

Hannah waited for a response, but none was forthcoming, and she placed her phone back on the dashboard magnet. Disappointed at Ken's lack of prompt response, she drove home. Kyle and the kids were already home when Hannah walked in. As kids usually are at that early age, they hovered over mommy like she had been away for months. She smiled politely at Kyle as she fended them off and eventually changed into comfortable clothes for the evening. She checked her texts for the umpteenth time and winced when there was no response.

She was distracted during dinner but got through it without much fuss. Kyle was nice enough to distract the kids as she stared at her phone, willing it to beep or flash a message box.

"Did you make contact?" Kyle asked, gazing into his wife's eyes.

At first, Hannah did not respond, staring at the phone screen as if reading something. But all she was doing was waiting for a response and debating if she should send another message. Finally, Hannah nodded in reply, still staring at the phone screen, willing it to answer. Feeling everyone's eyes on her, Hannah turned the phone over and tried to eat something... anything to occupy her mind as she felt the heat between her legs.

After dinner, Kyle helped the kids with their homework, while Hannah busied herself in the kitchen when her phone rang. "KEN!" the screen said, setting Hannah's heart ablaze. Kyle looked up, questioning who it was. Hannah no longer felt shame that another man, one she had sex with, was calling her. Giving her husband a quick nod and a reassuring smile, she pointed to the bedrooms, letting him know she would be talking and busy.

'Finally,' Kyle thought, glad the line had been crossed. 'Why did he wait so long to reply?'

Hannah closed the bedroom door and answered the phone call.

"Hi, Ken," she said, trying to keep her voice from betraying her anticipation.

"Hi yourself," Ken responded. "How have you been?"

***

By the time their phone call was over, Kyle had gotten the kids in bed. They had asked for their mom, but he had given them a story about mom having an important work conversation.

When Kyle reached the bedroom, Hannah was naked under the sheets with her largest dildo inside her. From the expression on her face, Kyle knew his wife was close to cumming. Taking his clothes off, he lay next to her.

"Lick my clit, but leave it there," she demanded, referring to her thick dildo.

Kyle had a thousand questions, but her choice of that girthy sex toy said a lot about Ken's effect on his wife. Leaning in, he raised her hood and gave her clit what it needed, hearing her sighs of pleasure. After a short while, Hannah stopped him.

"I want to sit on your face," she said, pulling out the dildo.

It was more a demand than a question. Kyle lay on the bed as she straddled his head.

"Lick it! Go on... eat me!" she gasped as she rode his face.

Kyle ate her pussy as if doing so was all that mattered. Hannah lowered her body to give him access and passed him her favorite sex aid.

"Put it in me and keep licking."

Kyle ran his tongue over his wife's engorged clit like a man possessed.

"Yes," she gasped. "Lick that pussy and fuck me with that thing."

It took her longer this time as she had cum before Kyle entered the room. But after she did, she lay on the bed, gasping with the dildo still inserted.

"Hannah..." Kyle uttered pensively, wanting to know what was happening with her and Ken.

"This Saturday," she replied as she used the toy to penetrate herself.

Kyle wanted her. But he knew that until she fucked Ken, her pussy belonged to her lover. Needing relief, Hannah's husband, her cuckold, grasped his cock and masturbated beside his wife. Something he had done on the yacht as she and Ken fucked. And something he would willingly do again soon.

Erotic images of his wife sucking Ken's thick dick or taking it in her pussy overwhelmed his senses.

"Cum on my pussy," Hannah said in a commanding voice.

Obediently, her husband did as she asked and watched intently as she used his seed as lubrication to fuck herself with the massive dildo.

"I like it when he fucks me with his cum inside me already," she said. "You will see that this weekend too. You will see me be what you want again. That is your present. Ken is mine."