In Your Dreams Ch. 07

More adultery and cuckoldry. Please skip this one if that offends you.

Maria sat in her car, her arms resting on the steering wheel. She had started driving to work but had realized after a minute that she wanted neither to be driving nor at work. She had slowed down as she passed the donut shop, easing into the parking lot. There. A spot in the back corner. Now she could just think.

Her phone chirped but she ignored it, leaning forward and resting her chin on her arms. So many thoughts jiggling around in her head, it was hard to keep them all straight.

Louis. Coming home this morning to the empty house, feeling shocked but also vindicated - Louis wasn't any different from anybody else, it turned out, and had needed his revenge fuck.

Warren. Last night in the hotel room. She shivered and grinned. God, what a night. What a man! And tonight... Had she really just sent him a text saying that she, a happily married woman (!), would be happy to get on a plane and fly to a faraway city with him, then spend the weekend having sex with him in his apartment? Her heart skipped at the idea of it.

Voices behind her in the parking lot. People walking by, happy with their hot coffee and donuts. It was kind of like waking up and hearing the voices in the hotel hallway, but then she'd been in bed next to Warren. Naked. She gave herself an impish little grin. These people with their coffee and treats had no fucking clue. Pun intended.

Her phone started buzzing. She pulled it out of her bag. Louis. Well, what would Louis have to say for himself? She tapped on the screen and lifted her head.

"Hello?" she said.

"Maria," he said. His voice sounded urgent. "Please come home. I need to talk to you."

Yes, she thought. It would be good to see Louis. Breakfast had been a disaster, maybe they could fix things up before she went off tonight.

"I'll be right there," she said.

"You will?" Louis sounded amazed.

"Yes," she said. "Just let me turn... I'll be there soon."

"Oh," he said. "Maria."

"I'm on my way," she promised.

"Okay," he said. But he didn't hang up.

"Louis," she said.

"What?"

"I'm coming home," she said.

"Yes," he said. "Okay." Then the connection dropped.

Maria inspected herself in the rear view mirror. Not so bad, she thought, considering how little sleep she had been getting. Then she started the car and looked back over her shoulder.

*****

Louis heard the car before he saw it and went out to the front porch. The car turned up the driveway and the engine cut off. Maria saw him and smiled. He swallowed and raised one hand.

"Hey," he said. She was coming up the steps to the porch now.

Her hands reached out and her arms circled his waist. Her face pressed against his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered.

"You? Why are you sorry?"

"Well because I..." He paused. "Slept with someone else."

She tipped her face back. "Kiss me," she said.

He bent his face to hers. Maria felt herself relaxing, her body leaning into the familiar warmth and strength of Louis's arms. His hands gripped her shoulders.

"Forgive me?" he mumbled through the kiss.

"Oh Louis," she said. "All you did was what anyone would do."

He shook his head. "I shouldn't have gone with her," he said.

Maria put a finger on his lips. "Hush," she told him. "Don't... it's okay. Okay?"

Slowly he nodded, then leaned forward to kiss her again. She held him tightly.

"Can we go to bed?" he whispered.

"Yes," she said. "But let me text the people at work to tell them I'll be late." She touched his lips with hers. "You want to go get things ready?"

He went up to the bedroom and glanced around. The bed hadn't been slept in, of course. Maria's red dress, the one she'd been wearing when he talked to her while she was getting ready for her date (her date!) last night, was draped over a chair in the corner.

Last night. Watching her getting ready, putting on her makeup. Hearing her talk about how hot she felt, how she was anticipating her time with Warren. Like a teenager, she'd said. She couldn't remember ever being that turned on. Jesus.

Then, later, the phone call from Warren phone, listening to them in the hotel room, flirting leading to touching leading, inevitably, to fucking.

Something stirred inside him. He had to warn Maria about Warren, about the cameras in his apartment. He would, for sure, right after...

He undressed quickly and slid naked under the sheets. Where was her red robe? It might be fun to have her dress up in it. He reached under her pillow but instead his hand touched something plastic and crinkly. He pulled it out.

It was a strip of three condoms. He stared at it. They hadn't used condoms in years. Were these for Warren? Was she planning on bringing him home?

He heard her step on the stairs. Quickly he pushed the condoms back under the pillow. The door swung open.

"Oh my," Maria said. "I see you're all ready for me." She smiled and came over to the bed. "Are you really ready?" Her hand snaked under the sheets and found his cock. "Oh my," she said again. "I see you're totally ready." She gave a little giggle and went over to her dresser.

Louis stared at her. There was a tiny metallic plink as she took off her earrings and put them on the dresser. He'd heard the same sound when he'd been listening in, when she was undressing for Warren.

She turned her head slightly and smiled at him. "Not in a hurry, are you?" she asked him in a throaty whisper.

"No," he said. He cleared his throat. "No hurry."

"Good," she said in the same whisper. "Sometimes I like to take my time." She sat down on the end of the bed and undid her shoes. He heard the soft thumps that he'd heard over his phone when she'd dropped her shoes on the floor of the hotel room. She got up and walked across to the closet. He swallowed.

"What did you tell them?" he asked.

"Hmm?" She was studying her reflection in the mirror.

"At work," he said. "What did you tell them?"

She looked surprised. "I told them I had a dentist appointment I'd forgotten about." She paused. "Why?"

He shrugged. "No reason," he said. He paused. "I guess it occurred to me that if Warren took the morning off too, or went in late..."

"People might add two and two? Tongues might wag?"

He shrugged again. "Something like that."

She came over and sat on the bed next to him. She reached out and took his hand.

"Would that be so bad?" she asked him.

He looked at her, startled. "Wouldn't it cause... trouble for you at work?"

She shrugged. "I don't know," she said. She grinned. "It's actually kind of hot to think about, isn't it?"

"People gossiping about you?"

"People," she said. "Women, specifically, envying me."

He stared at her.

"Isn't that what gossip is?" she asked him. "Envy dressed for church?" She lifted his hand and kissed it. "And if they put two and two together I'm sure they'll be envying me." She paused. "I'm not the only one carrying that torch," she added.

"That sounds like a recipe for trouble," he observed.

She shrugged. "I can't worry about that right now," she said. "I told you, it's like I'm in high school. All I can think about is..." She kissed his hand again. "Sex." Another kiss. "And sex." Another kiss. "And sex. And that's super hot, isn't it?" She laughed. "Here I am, happily married for years and all of a sudden this switch flips and I'm like a reckless teenager again."

"Maria," he began. He flashed her a look and saw that she was smiling.

She looked at him pensively. "Why don't you..." She paused. "It's kind of sexy, isn't it?" she asked. "Me all dressed and you all naked."

Louis licked his lips. "Kind of," he admitted.

"It's kind of... well, it shows who's in charge," she said. "It's sexy, isn't it, having me calling the shots?"

"Sexy?" he asked. His voice was almost a croak.

"I think you like it," she said. "Don't you?"

He stared at her but didn't answer.

"I sure do," she confided. "This is the most fun I've had since I don't know when."

"Maria..." he began, desperately.

"The bottom line," she said. "Is that even though we're in this together, you and me, right now... it's all about me."

"Maria," he began again. "Is this all because of last night, about me and..." he hesitated.

"Willa?" she prompted.

He gaped at her. "How..."

"It was just a guess," she said. "But it is Willa, isn't it?"

He didn't reply.

"And I don't know. Probably. You going off with her and me waking up to what I want you to do. It's all related."

"What you want me to do," he echoed.

She stroked his hand affectionately. "We have to be kind of careful," she said. WeI don't want this thing with Warren to destroy our marriage, do we?"

"Uh, no," he said.

"I think it would be really easy for it to blow things up. Especially if you, well..."

"Fuck around," he said heavily.

"Lose your focus," she amended.

"My focus?"

"Well," she said coyly. "Our focus, I guess. Even though I'm... having sex with Warren and enjoying it, I'm still thinking about our marriage. Our time together is priority one."

He shook his head like a confused dog. "What are you getting at?" he demanded.

She stroked his hand again. "I think we need some ground rules," she said. "To make sure we're on the same page."

"Like no fucking around for Louis?" he asked. He gave her a crooked smile.

"I think it's really important," she told him earnestly. "If you get distracted... I think things could really blow up."

"What if you get distracted?" he asked her. "Like you already are?"

"I think I'm doing a good job," she said. "Of keeping the focus on us."

"You just said it's all about you," he objected.

She laughed. "Does that make me sound like a selfish bitch? I guess it does. But what I mean is that if I'm getting.... what I want from Warren, I can bring that energy home to you. It's like a win-win."

He stared at her.

"Is that crazy?" she asked.

"Yes," he said. "Insane. You want me to let you cheat on me..."

"Is it cheating if you agree to it?" she asked.

"Who said I agree?"

"You haven't said not to," she said. "Come on, Louis, you love it, how keyed up, how turned on I've been."

He shook his head but didn't say anything. She stroked his hand again, then lifted it to her lips. "Look," she said, her voice conciliatory. "Any time you honestly feel like it's getting out of hand, like our marriage is in danger, you tell me."

"And you'll stop fucking him?"

She hesitated. "We'd have to talk about it," she admitted.

There was a long pause. Louis gave a sigh.

"You don't give me much choice," he said. He gave her another crooked grin. "It's between me and him and just him, right?"

She shrugged. "If you like to put it that way," she agreed.

He sighed again. "Can we fuck now?"

"Well," she said. She ran a finger across his palm. "Shouldn't you be asking me what I would like?"

"Since you're in charge?"

"Exactly," she told him.

He grinned. "Yes ma'am," he said. "My name is Louis and I'll be your server today. How can I be of service?"

"Mmm," she said. "Are there any specials you want me to know about?"

"I hear the sausage is good," he said.

She laughed. "Is it spicy? I do like spicy sausage."

"I'm sure it will be to your taste," he told her. He took her hand and kissed it. "Why don't you lie down?" he whispered.

She looked at him. "Okay, Mr. Louis Server," she said. "Whatever you say." She lay down next to him on the bed. He leaned over and kissed her.

"I love you," he murmured.

She smiled. "I love you," she answered softly.

Her dress buttoned up the front. He found the top button and undid it. Maria looked up at him. Again he lowered his face and kissed her.

"The chef has prepared a small amuse-bouche to start with," he told her. "Which, as I am sure you know, means something to amuse the mouth." He leaned down again and kissed her. His tongue probed into her mouth and his hands moved across her chest, then found her second button. She rolled towards him and wrapped her arms around him.

One of his hands moved down her body to the hem of her dress. He undid the bottom button. Her eyes were closed. He slid his hand under her dress and ran it across her thighs.

"Spread your legs a bit," he whispered.

Without opening her eyes she moved her hips, rolling back and opening up her legs. His hand went into her panties and she shuddered.

"God," she murmured.

He kissed her once more, then moved down, crouching over her. Both his hands stole under her dress and tugged on her panties. She lifted her hips, allowing him to drag them past her ass and down her legs. He tossed them off the bed then returned to his place kneeling between her thighs. He unbuttoned another hem button, then let his hands move slowly across her legs and belly, stroking, probing. Maria sighed.

"Take off your bra," he whispered.

She opened her eyes, then reached into her dress. Louis watched as she unhooked the bra and threaded it out through her sleeve. He took it from her and dropped it on the floor next to her panties.

"Undo another button," he told her.

"You could do that," she told him.

"I like the way you do it," he said. "Super sexy."

She smiled up at him, then slowly reached up and undid the button.

"I was thinking about you on an airplane," he whispered.

Her lips moved. "Tell me," she whispered back.

"It's all dark, a night flight. And the guy sitting next to you, you've been flirting with him..."

"Have I?" she asked dreamily.

"And in the darkness you feel his hand on yours. And you lean over and start to kiss him..."

"Come down here and kiss me," she said.

Louis eased himself down on top of her.

"I was thinking," Louis said. "When you go to Chicago with Warren you should wear that dress on the plane."

She laughed softly. "What, this old thing?"

"I like the buttons," Louis said.

"Oh," she said. "I see."

"You need to unbutton some of them at the neck," he said. "And some at the hem."

"Like you just did," she said.

"Just like that," he said.

She kissed him. "What else?" she asked.

"For underwear," he said. "You should wear what you have on now."

Another soft laugh. "Like no underwear, huh?"

"It's easier that way," Louis said.

"Easier for who?"

"For whoever."

"I'm not so keen on whoever," she said. "Can I adjust your fantasy?"

"Sure. What did you have in mind?"

"Mmm... maybe three of us in a row. You're in the window. I'm in the middle seat. And the aisle seat... you want to unbutton the rest of my buttons?"

"I'm dying to," he said. His fingers fumbled with her buttons, undoing the last three. He sighed and slid his hands across her body.

"God," he said. "I love your tits." Had he said that earlier?

She laughed. "That's almost exactly what Warren said. Last night. You guys have a lot in common."

Right, he thought. That's where he'd heard it. Eavesdropping on the phone.

"So anyways," she said. "In the aisle seat... can you get my dildo?"

"Can't I just..."

"You'll have your turn," she said. "I want my dildo now."

"Who's in the aisle seat?" Louis asked.

"I thought you were here to serve me?"

"I am but..."

"My pussy is hungry," Maria said. "Ravenous. She needs her dildo."

Louis groaned and rolled to the edge of the bed. "In your nightstand?" he asked.

"Top drawer," she said. She held out her hand. "Thank you, there will be an appropriate reward for your service."

"Thank you, ma'am."

"Why don't you lie next to me, Mr Server? You can, yes, rub my thigh, yes like that. Let me... mmm. Yes, she's happy now."

"Your pussy?"

"Mmm, yes. Where is that cock of yours? This is so wonderful, holding onto you and... mmm, feeling this here. I might come just like this."

"God..."

"Oh, Louis..."

"Who's in the aisle seat?"

"Who do you think? I mean you don't know him, he's a stranger to you, but it's Warren of course. God this is so good."

"Maria..."

"It's like you said, I've been flirting with him, pretending he's this stranger to wind you up and next thing you know he's kissing me. And his hands are on me. And you're sitting there watching me, getting ready to explode, you're so hot."

"He's going to fuck you..."

"And you reach over, while I'm kissing him, and start to unbutton my dress. And of course he gets the idea right away. And soon you've both unbuttoned me completely and his hands are really on me now. And yours too. His fingers are on my pussy and you're teasing my nipples. I'm trying not to make any noise because even though it's dark there are people all around us, but I want to just shriek, it's so good."

"Maria, I need to..."

"Not yet! Soon... I'm enjoying this so much... Then he's on the floor pushing my legs apart and I'm spreading them as far as I can and then he's going down on me and I really almost scream it's so good. And you're kissing me and fondling my tits and his tongue, oh my God, his tongue. I come so many times..."

"Maria..."

"Yes," she said. "Now, I need you now."

He needed no second invitation. He pushed away the dildo and she opened her legs to let him in.

"God," she said. His cock was at her entrance, then he was inside her.

Her legs rose around him. "Louis," she cried. "He's eating me so good! I'm coming..."

"Yes!" His hands were clawing at her, squeezing and sliding. His mouth fell on hers, smothering her cries.

Suddenly he felt something hard behind him, the dildo pushing against his asshole. One of her hands was squeezing his ass cheek while the other pushed the dildo into him.

"Jesus!" he cried. His head arched back, and his hips drove forward, thrusting him into her. "Fuck!" Then his head was spinning and his cock was spurting and he collapsed on her breast.

*****

"Was it nice?" Maria asked him. They were lying side by side, facing each other. His eyes flickered open. "Me fucking you while you were fucking me?" She reached over and rested a warm hand on his cheek.

"Fantastic," he murmured.

"Louis," Maria said.

"Mmm?"

"How did you know I told Warren I would go to Chicago with him?"

Louis stirred. Dammit. He shouldn't have said that.

"You told me," he said. "Didn't you?"

"I don't think so," she said. "When?"

"Um... last night? Or was it this morning?"

"I only decided this morning after I left the house," she said. She was watching him closely.

"Maybe I dreamt it," he said. "I dunno."

"Maybe," Maria said. "But I have another idea."

He looked at her. "What?" he asked.

"I think you've been communicating with Warren," she said. "Am I right?"

He paused. "We've exchanged a few texts," he said guardedly.

"I thought so," she said. "When I got home this morning I opened my bag and guess what I found?"

Louis looked at her. "Um... I don't know," he said.

"Here," she said. She reached under her pillow and fished out the strip of condoms that he had found earlier.

He stared at them. "In your bag?" he asked.

"They're for you," she said. "From Warren." She handed him a slip of paper with writing on it. He unfolded it.

These are for Louis to use when you guys fuck. I hope three are enough. He seems more like a "tissue on the bedclothes" than a "cock in the pussy" kind of guy so I thought these would be enough to keep him going. Or coming, if you know what I mean.

anyway, i figure what's good enough for me is good enough for Louis

W

Louis felt his face heating up. "What a fucking asshole," he said. "What's he playing at?"

"He wants to fuck me bareback," Maria said. "He was going on about it last night. This morning." She paused. "I'm guessing he put the condoms and note in my bag while I was in the shower."

Louis looked at her. "And if he doesn't get to then I shouldn't either?"

Maria shrugged. "I guess?"

Louis was silent. Would Maria do that? Fuck Warren bareback? Apparently she wasn't into the idea, had told Warren she wouldn't. But did that mean she'd start using a condom with him, Louis?

"I was surprised, kind of shocked," Maria said. "I was like, how does he even know Louis, but if you guys have been texting..,"

"Like I said, a few texts." He bit his lip. "What a creepy note."

Maria looked at him with something like pity in her eyes. "Yes," she agreed. "And you're right, he is kind of an asshole sometimes."

She sighed, then there was a pause.

"Okay," she said. "So what do you think?"

Louis blinked. "About what?" he asked. "You mean us using those condoms? I..."

"No," she said. "About me fucking hm without a condom."

Louis stared at her.

"Not coming inside me," she said. "That's a non-starter." She looked at Louis. "Warren's a player," she said. "I'm not letting him do that, no matter what. It wouldn't be remotely safe."

Baby steps, Warren had said. Not coming inside her at first, just pulling out and coming on her tits.

"Yeah," Louis said faintly.

"But what about the other?" she asked.

"The other?" he asked.

"Just being inside me," she said impatiently. "Bare. Then pulling out before he comes. Would that be okay?"

How can you ask me that? Louis wanted to shout. Is this where things had got to, Maria asking his detailed advice about what was a reasonable risk to take to make her lover happy?

"I... I don't know," he said. He paused. "I mean, obviously there would be risks."

"Yeah," Maria said. She frowned.

"Do you want to let him do that?" Louis asked. Baby steps.

"I don't know," she said. She looked at him. "How come men are so fixated on not using one?"

"Well," he said. "It does reduce sensation."

"Is it that bad?" she asked.

"Well," he said. "You know..."

"No," she said. "I don't. It doesn't reduce sensation for me at all."

"If you don't let him..." He paused. "Would you make me use one? A condom?"

She looked away. "He hasn't asked for that," she said.

"But he kind of did," Louis said impatiently. "If he pushed you to demand that I use one..."

"I don't know," she said. "Please don't ask me that." Her gaze went back to him. "Would it be so terrible?" she asked.

"But..." This felt obvious, like something he shouldn't have to explain. "We're married!"

Her shoulders moved. "Married couples use condoms," she observed. "At least some do."

He didn't reply.

She sighed then looked at the clock and back at him. "I need to go to work," she said softly. "I told them it was a dentist appointment not a heart transplant."

There was a pause.

"Are you really going to Chicago tonight?" he asked.

She reached out and stroked his arm. "I think so," she told him.

Louis didn't answer, just looked at her.

"The thing is," Maria said. "He's not wrong. It would be easier for me to enjoy... our time together if there was a little distance. That's what worked so well in Vegas, it was like a different world."

He didn't reply, just ran his fingers across her shoulder. This was the time for him to tell her, to say, You need to know that Warren's planning to film every detail of your time together. Do you still want to go with him?

He should say it. Why wasn't he saying it? Did he want to watch them fucking? Was that it? Or was he that angry at Maria, so that he didn't care?

His mouth opened. "Are you planning on being at his place?" he asked.

Her eyes opened wider. "Of course," she said. She paused. "Why not?"

He dropped the ball. "I don't know," he mumbled. "I guess I'm worried about you, you'd be kind of vulnerable. I mean, how well do you really know him?"

She was studying him. "Pretty well," she said. She laughed. "I mean, how much better can you know someone than, well, going to bed with them?"

"Yeah," he said. "I guess." Ah Jeez. He was fucking this up. Why couldn't he just say it?

Because he wanted to watch them.

It was that simple. He cringed inside.

Maria reached over and took his hand. She caressed it softly and kissed his palm.

"Louis," she said. Her voice was husky. "I really appreciate how much you care about me."

He looked at her but didn't speak.

"I love you," she said. "You're... everything to me."

He ran his eyes over her, taking it all in, the contours and valleys of her face and form. Such arresting beauty, so much pleasure promised and bestowed. His throat contracted around a lump.

"Yeah," he said. He gave her a rueful smile. "Well, almost everything, I guess."