Dream Come True by Lee Matthew

Author:Lee, Matthew
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-04-14T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

My alarm woke me. We were a tangled, sticky mess lying atop the bedspread. I pulled the covers over my wife and jumped in the shower. Before I left I scrawled a quick note for Ariel to call once she was up and grabbed a protein bar and a cup of coffee. I hit the road. What a night.

Hours went by. Concentrating on work was virtually impossible. Each time I tried to apply my mind to the task at hand, sounds and images flashed like grenades. Ariel had been in awe of him, his body, his sexual prowess. He was handsome and fit but in a lover, she'd had those things before. One thing separated Beckham from all the other men she'd known, including me. One thing made him unique. Ariel was ravenous, insatiable. I suspected the novelty would wear off, eventually. But, like my first blowjob as a young man, once I knew how good it could be, it was all I wanted.

I visualized her head resting on his lumpy abs. She'd held his cock straight up, staring, memorizing the size and shape, learning the pattern of the veins, the color of his skin. No man wants his wife to look at another man like that …yet I did. Her lust was open and honest and hot.

I closed my eyes and heard her piercing cries of pleasure. She orgasmed like a hurricane, an earthquake, an avalanche carrying everything down the mountain with it. I was eager for more, and so was Ariel. I wondered if she planned on more Beckham tonight. I picked up my phone to text her but suddenly worried if that was too strange. We'd agreed already to try for conception the four prime days of her ovulation. Beckham would be there tonight. I had no need to ask. I'd only come across as pushy, like I was trying to force things. Tonight, like every night we invited a man over, was up to Ariel. She needed to make her wishes known. I decided on a vanilla text. Something to let her know I was thinking of her without coming across as manipulative.

How's your day? I wrote, pleased with myself.

Forty minutes later I received a reply: Beckham has been here since ten o'clock this morning.

I stared, dumbfounded.

Did he call her? Did she call him?

Ten o'clock meant half a day spent in our bedroom, in our bed, with my wife. God, he must be gushing out of her by now.

My body caught fire. My hands trembled, my legs shook. My mouth went dry. A desperate need to go home filled me but I was stuck here until the job was done. Beckham would have Ariel to himself all day.

Sweet Jesus.

I was useless the rest of the day. I did what I could and focused on the simple tasks that still needed doing but I put off the big stuff until tomorrow. I was packing my briefcase when Bruce knocked on my door.

"Office get-together this Saturday night," he drawled.

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