Quarry Ch. 03

Quarry. Part 3.

The living room light was still on. I'd seen when the taxi passed our house. As I put the key in the door I heard Miller scramble. He got to me just inside the door and pressed me to the wall as I giggled.

"Can I at least get my heels off?" I said between needy kisses.

"I can smell him on you Lauren."

This was Miller. Sensual. Smell, taste, touch, watching. It all aroused him and I could feel that arousal through his sweatpants.

I was racking up men tonight.

"Get me water," I told him. When I'm out of my heels I'll tell you all about my night."

"Tell me here Lauren, while I fuck you against the wall. I can't wait any longer."

I let him kiss me. He was clearly frustrated but I wanted to get my shoes off and my mouth was dry. I probably tasted if stale alcohol too. Not that my husband cared.

His hand went to the hem of my dress and that's when I stopped him. 'Not yet,' I thought. What I am missing needs to be teased about.

"Water," I insisted, "and I'm not telling until you go fetch it."

I wasn't normally so femdom with my husband but when he was turned on like this he was a puppy and liked the commands. He screwed up his face but turned and headed for the kitchen leaving me to finally get out of my shoes.

Miller had been sitting on the sofa watching TV. His phone was still beside where he had been along with an empty beer bottle and the TV remote.

He returned looking flushed and with a glass of water that was just over half full. There was a bulge in his pants. I giggled as he put the glass down and sat with me.

"What?" he asked not getting what I was giggling at.

"Are you desperate Honey?"

He smiled and nodded. "I couldn't believe it when I got the texts. The dirty fucker."

He leant in and kissed me hard, pushing me back into the sofa. His tongue touched my mouth and I opened mine to let it in. He moaned and I felt my toes curl.

I pushed him back gently. His hands were on my waist and thigh. His erection popping up between his legs.

"Tell me what happened Lauren, please."

"Let me have a drink then."

Miller groaned in frustration. I took a drink of water as he watched and then lay back on the sofa, pulling him with me. His mouth was close to mine so I could whisper.

"So Jamie saw me," I gestured down at my dress. "and he appeared to like what he saw."

Miller shifted beside me. I knew he was jealous as well as frustrated. I had never seen it as much in a man before we met and it had confused me at first. I thought it was angry jealousy and had avoided it. Then I became aware it was always accompanied by an erection, and sex. I realised that it was never anger, just sexual frustration and angst. That was a word Miller used for it. I had looked it up and it fit what I began to realise what was happening. He liked the thought of sharing me but it hurt almost as much as it turned him on. Often the men he imagined being with me were men he didn't like or trust in real life. Sometimes Miller hated himself. Sometimes, especially when I began to accept, even enjoy the idea, he was consumed by it. His angst was always soothed with sex and reassurance but it never left him completely. Sometimes it had gotten in the way. Occasionally it still did.

"You know he is really very interesting. You'll have to watch him. I liked chatting with him quite a lot.' It wasn't all a tease. I had quite liked talking to him.

Miller pushed a shoulder strap off my dress and kissed where it had been down to the swell of my breast. He kept kissing where the skin was exposed but didn't pull the dress off my breasts.

"That's when I texted you."

"I called you," he said, "after. You didn't reply."

I was able to reach my bag and checked my phone. I had a missed message and three missed calls.

'I've been busy,' I said and grinned.

Miller pulled part of the dress down now and wet, needy lips suckled against a sensitive nipple. The sensation of arousal shot down my spine and between my legs.

"Mmm, that's nice," I told him. "Do you want me to go on?"

All I got in reply was a deep moan as he sucked harder on me. I stroked the back of his head aware that he might need that reassurance tonight.

"I've been a naughty girl Miller. I have done things that I should confess."

He pulled at the other side of my dress and moved his hungry mouth to the other breast. His breath was ragged against my skin.

"When I left the club Jamie suggested sharing a taxi. When we were in the line waiting it was cold. This dress isn't meant to keep me warm after all, Is it. It's more to attract men who don't care that I am married, just so long as I am alone."

I was pushed onto my back. I pulled Miller up to me and we kissed again. It was long and slow, making me moan. He moved to my neck and with an open mouth used a tongue to knead the muscle and sensitive sinews there.

"Mmm."

"The confessions Lauren," he said urgently.

He lay on me now and I could feel his hips pushing against mine. His erection being pleasured against me. I smiled above his bowed head.

"I told Jamie that I was cold."

Miller groaned as he realised the possibilities of my admission.

"Then I let him hold me, to keep me warm. Only his hands wandered down under my dress as he did. Until he was feeling my bum through those inadequate panties."

"Oh jesus."

Miller pushed his pants down along with his shorts. His cock was straight and hard. With the same hand he pulled his shirt up and over his head as he kicked off the pants. I helped him and soon he was naked on me. He reached for the bottom of my dress.

"Not yet," I said firmly. He groaned and pushed his erection against me again.

"And then I let him kiss me," I told him.

Miller squeezed my breasts in unsteady hands. His mouth moved from one to the other, to my neck and my mouth.

"Jamie's a very good kisser. He knows just how I like it."

The reaction was another, longer moan.

"Please Lauren, let me fuck you now."

"Not yet," I told him though it was hard for me deny myself satisfaction. "I haven't told you everything."

Another groan escaped his lips around a stiffened nipple. I felt my pussy contract and the need that was so evident in my husband washed over me.

"Please!" he groaned.

"Why don't you go down there," I pushed his shoulders gently, "and I'll tell you the rest."

He was moving down between my legs before I had finished speaking. He pushed up the dress and parted my legs gently before he stopped dead.

"Where are your knickers Lauren?" he whispered.

I took him by the hair and pulled his face to my cunt. I was soaked and his mouth slipped around my swollen labia before his tongue began to lick. My hips arched off the sofa into his face.

Miller groaned into my as he licked deep into my body.

"Not yet," I hissed to him. "Jamie first."

The licking became feverish. He was lapping up the juice that ran down between my bum, slipping around my clit as I moved my cunt against his face.

"He made me so wet baby, can you taste it?"

"Yes," he said without taking his mouth off me.

"When we were in the taxi he put his hand under my dress. Inside my knickers."

Miller's voice dropped. "Oh Lauren, no," he moaned. There was no sorrow in his voice, only excitement.

"Yes. I wanted to stop him but it felt too good."

Miller looked up at me, his face remaining between my legs. "He put his hand in your knickers? Jamie felt your pussy?"

I nodded and his mouth found my wet hole again. It slithered and pushed inside.

'Then, Miller, he made me feel his cock.'

My husband began shaking with adrenaline. I could feel the trembling his hands pressing my legs apart as he licked between them.

"He made me feel it first, but then I liked it and I explored it because I wanted to. It was so hard."

"Did he fuck you Lauren, did Jamie fuck you?"

"Not with his cock... but he fingered me in the taxi. God even his fingers are big."

"He fucked your pussy with his fingers?"

I nodded, unaware if he saw.

"How many fingers did he use?"

"One, then two. It felt like being fucked by a cock. I had to stop him because I became desperate for him to fuck me properly. That's when he tried to get me into his house. He said it was for coffee but I know that he would have just stripped me naked, bent me over his sofa and fucked me hard from behind."

Miller moved up. My wet juice was smeared round his mouth. When he kissed me I could taste myself. My mind wandered briefly to Graham Stimson.

Miller was pressing his cock against my pussy. I reached around and urged him.

"Were you tempted Lauren?"

"Yes," I admitted. It was true. "I wanted to go back with him and spend the night as his entertainment. I almost did."

His cock slipped into me, fully inside, and we both groaned.

"He will try again, I know he will and if you don't stop him he'll fuck me. He'll fuck me whenever he pleases."

'How can I protect you?' My husbands voice wasn't acted. I knew that he felt the emotion of me being taken from him by Jamie.

'Fight him." I almost giggled when I said it. It was silly but Miller didn't think so. He pushed his cock in and out of my pussy in desperation.

"He's huge though Lauren."

"I know baby. So is his cock."

We moaned and fucked. I clung to my husband and thrust myself against him.

"If you don't stop him then you will have to watch as he strips me naked and makes me take that massive cock. Would you like that?"

"No," he whispered.

"Don't you want Jamie to fuck me while you watch Miller?"

"No."

"He might hurt me a little. He might like to hurt me."

"I'd stop him." Miller's voice was twisted with anguish and excitement.

"You couldn't baby. I'd have to accept it. I'd try to appease him with my body, with sex acts. I'd degrade myself for him, because you couldn't stop him. Would you like that? Would you like to watch Jamie hurt me, fuck me with his thick cock and make me beg him for more?"

"Oh jesus Lauren, yes. I want that so much."

His breathing was rough and hot on my neck. His hips were slapping against my thighs as he closed his eyes and neared his orgasm. Mine was almost upon me, beginning to couple pain and pleasure in my core and deep in my pussy.

"What about you knickers Lauren? Where are your knickers?"

"The taxi driver, watched as Jamie tried to fuck me. When Jamie got out he started, talking dirty. He kept wanting to look at my knickers."

Waves of pleasure pulsed up my back, down towards my toes.

"I let him. I lifted my dress up and spread my legs so he could see. They were soaked. Then, Oh fuck, he persuaded me to take them off while he watched, and give them to him."

"You gave him your knickers?"

I think I might have nodded.

"He told me that he was going to wank off into them, as he thought about fucking me himself."

Miller's body arched back and he came inside me. He was crying out, unable to hold back his orgasm. I held him as I heaved into my own. Our cries into each others mouths echoed as we held on, each clinging to the other. I felt his bum twitch and spasm in my hand until his body began to relax onto me. Both panting, we lay for several minutes. Exhausted from the effort of fucking. Sated after incredible sex.

I loved Miller, but sometimes the feelings I had for other men, spurred on by his need, ran deeper than I cared to admit.