EroticReverie

Shayna Laurier

I grab a pair of jeans from the laundry room, and a long sleeved white v neck shirt from the laundry room, throwing them on and pulling on my jacket and a pair of boots, my heart racing as I sneak out of my own home close to half an hour later at almost three am to meet my husbands younger brother in a car down the street. My head turning to look back at my home, at the windows, even though our bedroom sits on the back of the house at the farther side from where I'm walking. He'd only be able to see me if he were standing in the kids rooms. My body chills, from the air, and the fact that he could be peering from between the small slits of the curtains, watching his wife walk down the block, wondering where I'm going. But he always sleeps like the dead, only loud noises rouse him. 

I walk at a brisk pace, rounding the small corner and finding Ryan's suv parked and running with his headlights turned off, only the soft glow of the orange lights under them looking back at me. 

He leans over the middle of the car as I approach, pushing the door open for me to get in and I step up and slide into the seat and pull the door shut. 

Before I can even speak, he's taking my face in his hand, my cold cheek warming against his palm as he looks at me, making my eyes go to his, and then leans in. My mouth opening, and a small whimper escaping my mouth and the soft and tender way he claims my mouth. 

"I dont want to talk" I pant as our kissing becomes more frantic, and I know he must want to know what I told my sister, or why I was texting him in the middle of the night, but he just nods in agreement and I start to shuffle off my jacket. 

I don't think about the fact there's other houses around, it's dead in the middle of the night, and my body needs that of the younger man sitting across fro me, holding my face and kissing me more fiercely than my own husband ever has. 

"I love you" he pants and I nod. 

"I love you too" I answer him with all the truth in my heart, and it hurts, loving him this way, making him sneak around with me for over a year, and continuing it now when he knows I lay in bed each night with his brother. 

I shove my pants down, kicking off my boots as the car heats up from our body heat, fogging the windows against the cold from outside and I climb into Ryan's lap, sinking down onto him after he's pulled his own pants down. 

"oh god" I pant, my hands on the back of his seat, gripping the shoulders as I immediately start to ride him. 

"shayna" she groans my name, his mouth on my neck, and my chest, his hands grabbing my shirt, and I let him remove that too, making me naked on the side of the road in another mans car while my husband sleeps a block away. 

"oh fuck" I cry softly as his mouth grabs my nipple in his mouth and sucks hard and he groans as I keep fucking him. 

I didnt want to think about my husbands cum still inside of me, just that I needed Ryan's there with it, washing it away, replacing it with his own. 

"fuck, i love fucking your pussy Shayna" he groans and thrusts up into me.

"you still mine baby?" he grunts. "this pussy still mine?"

"it's yours" I whine and claim his mouth, panting as I grind on his cock, the car rocking slightly as we fuck each other madly. 

"I should take you home, lay you on the fucking bed beside him and show him who you belong to baby" he says and I clench around him and curse. 

"yeah, show him who makes your pussy cum best" he says, slinging filthy fucking words at me as I edge closer and closer to my orgasm. 

"Ryan" I moan his name as I get so fucking close and he groans. 

"He doesnt deserve you" he grunts.

"he doesnt deserve you Shay" he says again and I moan as I cum, crying out his name as he makes me cum hard on his cock and I pant, cursing as he grabs my ass and keeps thrusting up inside of me. 

"i'm sick of sharing you with him" he grunts. 

"he should know" 

"No" i pant.

"He should know I fuck you better, love you better, take care of you better" he grunts and I curses, forcing my body to keep moving. 

"he should know his wife belongs to this cock" he growls and I curse, biting his lip and he grunts and then cums, his hips jerking up into me, his hot cum shooting deep up inside of me, making me gasp, my body tingling with relief, as if it can tell one load of cum from another, enjoying his far more than my husbands as it paints the walls of my unfaithful cunt with warm slick cum and I settle on his lap, he groans loudly as we kiss. 

We stay like that for minutes, making out, his hands all over my body, my tits, my sides, my ass, until he's ready again, and I fuck him a second time in the front seat of his suv. 

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"Come see me tomorrow" he says as I shuffle in the passenger seat, pulling my pants on, my shirt already pulled back on over my head. 

"I dont know" I say, avoiding his gaze. "I dont know what....his plans are for tomorrow" I say, shoving my feet back into my boots. 

"who cares what the fuck his plans are, come see me Shay..I fucking miss you, and we need to talk" he says and I turn my head and shake my head. 

"I can't" I say and he deflates a little.

"I can't do this forever Shay." he says and it's not a threat but it pisses me off just the same.

"What do you want me to do Ry? Tell him ? Is that what you really want? For me to tell my fucking husband, not only did I cheat on him while he was away, but with his little brother? So he can punch me instead of the walls this time?" I say, biting my tongue too late.

"What?" Ryan asks, his jaw clenching.

"nothing" I sigh and turn for the door handle, but he reaches over, his arm over my front and he puts his hand over the handle to stop me. 

"No, what the fuck are you talking about?" he asks angrily.

"Nothing." I say again and go to move his hand but he swats mine.

"you're not leaving this fucking car till you tell me what the fuck youre talking about, has he hit you Shay?" he asks, and I can feel him ready to plow this car forward and to my house and barge in there and beat the shit out of his own brother.

"No." I bite out and look at him, his eyes questioning me.

"He hasnt!" I say when he looks like he doesnt believe me, and I sigh and sink back against the seat.

"He's just....he punches the fucking walls. " I say. 

"Why?" he asks. 

I throw my hands up and slap them down in my lap. 

"Cause he gets angry. Cause all we do is argue, cause I don't....ever...want him" I say and he settles in his seat. 

"The kids?" Ryan asks. 

I shake my head. "He doesnt hit them, god if he did, Id murder him." I say, because it was bad enough that they witnessed us yelling, that they'd seen him make one of the holes in the wall, but...god...what was I waiting for ? For when he DID decide to hit one of us? Tears fill my eyes, and I realize for the first time that I'm not just an awful wife. But an awful mother.

"Baby" Ryan says softly and leans over, tugging my head into the crook of his neck as I start to cry.

"I don't know what to do" my voice squeaks. 

"The kids love him...I don't...I don't want to take them from their father....and I thought I could make it work....that I could...stop...this...with us...you and me...but I cant... I dont love him anymore...and I dont know what to do" I cry and Ryan bunches my hair in his fist and kisses my temple.

"We'll figure it out...but Shay...he shouldnt be punching anything...not even the fucking walls." he says. 

"We need to get you out before he does something worse...or even accidentally hurts you or the kids" he says and I nod. Because...Ryan was right. The man that was sleeping soundly down the street, wasn't the same man I'd married. Or it was, and I just never knew who he really was. Maybe the man inside him only got made worse by being away in the army, I didn't know anymore. 

"Text me tomorrow, or call me at least if you can't come see me, okay?" he whispers into my hair. 

"We'll start figuring it out...okay, nothing is going to happen to you or the kids, alright?" he says, as if he's also trying to convince himself and not just me. I nod. 

We share another kiss, tears drying on my cheeks, I hold onto his shirt, kissing him passionately, until my lips hurt and I kiss him once more, before exiting his car, looking back at him with a small hopeful smile that maybe everything will be okay. 

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I sneak back into the house slowly and quietly. Taking off my jacket and hanging it up, shuffling off my clothes in the laundry room, walking over to the racks, ripping open a package of paper towels and cleaning the slickness from my pussy, wiping away as much evidence of Ryan's cum from my soaked pussy as I can, throwing it into the trash and pulling my robe back on. 

A small startles scream falls from my lips when I turn to find a tall figure in the dark doorway, my husband staring back at me.