EroticReverie

*commissioned*

When I wake up in the morning. I reach over, and the bed is empty. I  open my eyes and see the clock. It's 8:30 am, and Calvin has already left for work.

I sit up in bed. I walk over to the closet and throw on an old college t shirt and a pair of light grey cotton panties.

I rub my eyes and throw my messy hair up into a messy bun at the top of my head and go to the bathroom, brushing my teeth and then going downstairs.

I think about last night. All of it, but mainly how perfect Calvin was in bed last night. then I think about what I've done. What i've destroyed because I couldn't keep my legs shut, because part of me isn't sure that I would have said no to Ben regardless of what life is like with Calvin. There was just something about Ben, about the two years I spent with him, the way he awakened me sexually. Bringing out the filthy, dirty side of Layna Hughes, uncovering her darkest wants and needs. I chew my lip and know that I have to end it. Know that I have to tell Calvin. I already know it's not a secret I want to carry with me, no matter the consequences.

I walk to my purse and grab my phone out. The battery almost dead, but I have multiple texts. My mom, my sister, Calvin, and "B" ...Benjamin. My lungs inflate, my chest rising as I inhale, feeling the heat pool in my belly just at the sight of his nickname of "B" in my phone.

I walk to the kitchen and hook my phone to the charger as I stand there. I read and reply to my mother and sister first. They want to get lunch. I selfishly scowl. Because, I was going to have "lunch" with Ben. then I remind myself that no, I am not. That I need to end things with him before it's too late, even though. It's already too late.

"Sure. Meet you there."  I type back to my mom, and also let my sister know I'll be joining them.

Then I read Calvin's.

"Didn't want to wake you this morning. Last night was incredible. I can't wait to make you more than just my wife, but the mother of my children. I love you Mrs. Layna Hughes Spencer"

I sighed. "For better or for worse?" I ask my phone screen, and I reread his words. Mother. Me. A trollop. I type back.

"I love you more. Last night was more than incredible, and I might need a repeat of it tonight." I hit send, ignoring the mother comment, ignoring the fact I don't deserve to be the mother of his children.

Then I look at Ben’s text messages.

“I jerked off twice this morning, and again when I got to work. I need you. Now. When can I have you again? Lunch? My office? 1 pm?”

I bite my lip, and I curse myself, because part of me is debating whether or not I really need to break things off with Ben. Because I still...need him. I still want him. I hate myself for it. 

“Can’t. Meeting mom and Callie for lunch” I reply.

He shoots a text back right away.

“Come now.” it says. I sigh and chew my lip nervously as my thumbs swipe across the screen.

“Cant, have stuff to do.” I type.

“Yeah...me.  Get your sweet little ass to my office asap Hughes.”

“I really cant”  i type

“And I really don’t care” he replies back

I roll my eyes. 

“I need to talk to you.” I type.

I wait staring at the phone.

“Can we talk later? I can stop by after lunch with Mom and Callie.” I type

I wait another minute, and another. No response. I sigh and set my phone on the counter, and I assume that he had to take a call or had a meeting or something else.

I clean the few dishes in the sink, grab the mail from outside, and go down to the basement and throw the laundry in. Taking the clean clothes out of the dryer, I fold them, and bring the basket upstairs to our bedroom. I put our clothes away while dancing to an old song from high school. I make the bed and as I tuck the last corner of the blanket to the side of the bottom of the bed , I scream. 

I jump almost a mile as the hands on my waist push me forward. I gasp, and claw at the blankets and whip myself onto my back, kicking and throwing my fists. 

“Ben!” I scream when I see it’s him, my heart almost ripping itself from my chest.

“What the fuck!” I scream over the music as he laughs, his hands on my forearms.

I pull my arms from his hands, furious that he scared me so bad. I push up off the bed and walk over to the speaker and turn it off and then whip back around and stomp over to him and wail my hands on his chest.

“Dont fucking do that!” I yell and he continues to laugh as I hit his chest.

“What are you doing here?!” I’m still yelling as he grabs my arms again and turns me and pushes me onto the bed. I fall back and he climbs right ontop of me.

“Ben! Get off!” I say as his hands disobey and glide up my squirming body and he grabs my face.

“Are we role playing?” he wags his brows. “You’re the helpless little slut , getting taken advantage of by the overpowering stranger?” he grins and slams my arms above my head, his groin digging into me.

“No!” I say. “We’re not role playing, get off!”

He frowns, “What?”  His hips dig into my again, his cock is so hard through his pants, his excitement grinding against my panties. I try not to respond by , rolling my hips up into him. 

“Why?” he asks as he grins.

“Because, how the hell did you even get here?!” I exclaim and he grabs my shirt , smiling at it, one of the shirts I used to wear all the time to bed when we were dating. It’s worn and torn, even has a small hole in the front at the bottom.

His hands push the shirt up. 

“Ben!” I yell at him and go to push it back down.

“I knocked. No answer. I heard the music. Tried the door, it was unlocked.” He answers me and pushes my shirt up too fast, pulling it right up, forcing my arms to fly up as he pulls it off.

“Ben!” I say as he sits up, on his knees, pulling off his suit jacket, throwing it to the side.

“Ben, “I say pushing myself up on my hands leaning back. “We need to-”

“Talk?” he cocks his head to the side and then shakes it as he undoes his tie, slipping it off.

“No Hughes. We don’t.” he says unbuttoning his shirt and my heart races as he reveals more and more of his chest with each button he undoes.

“I didn’t fucking come here to TALK” he says and leans down, taking my mouth as I open it to protest and his commanding thrust into me makes me moan as his cock digs into me through his pants and my underwear.

The next thrust makes me lose my will as he groans into my mouth and whispers against my lips, low and husky. 

“I’m going to rip those fucking panties off and screw your fucking brains out” he groans.

I pant into his mouth. “Do it” 

He grins against my mouth at my easy surrender. 

His mouth kisses me hard as his hands trails down over my body and to my waist as he kneels again, and slides down his hands on my panties. I lay there panting watching him as I spread my legs and he grins. 

“I know what ‘we need to talk’ means Layna” he growls, his jaw ticking.

“And I should slap you in the fucking mouth for even suggesting it.” he growls. My cunt aches with his threat.

“But first of all...you’d enjoy too much....and I’m not here to please YOU today..” he shakes his head. “I’m here to get my cock wet in the pussy that belongs to ME” he growls and rips the panties from my hips, tearing them at one side. I gasp and yelp.

“I’m going to use you Layna” he growls. My body rolling with heat, with need for him as I writhe.

“and if you ever tell me we need to talk again, I  WILL tell Calvin all about how easily you spread your legs for me in the middle of a fucking alley” he threatens and I bite my lip and nod. "tell him how you CONTINUE to spread them for me" he says with a vicious grin. 

“Tell him all about what a whore he married” he says unbuckling his pants quickly, undoing them sliding them off with his briefs and kicking his shoes and socks off along with his pants.

“fuck me” I moan, unable to take it as he slides between my legs, and guides his cock into me.

“shut up” he groans as he impales me.

I shriek from the pain and hold onto him tight as he drills into me hard and fast, my pussy already so damn wet, his cock making it feel like my cunt is flooding for him. 

“use me” I whine as he violently slams his hips into me, his cock reaching so deep inside me, I feel like he might rip through my fucking organs.

“I said shut up” he growls and puts a hand over my mouth and leans down as he keeps thrusting, grunting and with his hand on my mouth hes groans into my ear.

“when i tell you I want to fuck you....when I tell you...to come to my fucking office...you do it”

“and you dont give me any fucking excuses, you’re a fucking house wife Layna....you’re never too busy to take this fucking cock, you hear me?” he growls, and my pussy clenches around him as I moan into his hand and nod. 

His thrusts are making the entire bed move, the headboard is slamming against the wall, louder than I’ve ever heard it, and I scream out when his hand slides from my mouth. 

“You’re mine” he tells me. “All....fucking....mine” he grunts as he cums inside of me. I push up , placing my hands against the head board, feeling him jerk his hips, groaning as I watch him and he watches me as he fills my pussy.

He pants heavily and slides off me and collapses onto Calvins side of the bed. 

He exhales loudly and looks at the ceiling. I sit up slowly swinging my legs over the side of the bed. His arm scoops me around my waist and pulls me backward. I gasp as he pulls me to him, my back to him, his hand on my breast , his dick, half hard against my ass. 

“where do you think you’re going?” he whispers in my ear.

“Lift your leg” he instructs and I do.

He guides his cock, rubbing it over my pussy, and I feel it grow again slowly, he pushes it in, and I feel him grow inside me and get harder and harder, until he’s hard as hell again and fucking me, holding my leg up for me as he fucks me from behind on our sides. 

I grab the blanket in my hand and pant, whimpering. 

“good girl” he whispers in my ear. “such a good girl Layna”

“you like being my good girl?” he asks and I nod and give an mhmm as I moan.

“you miss being fucked and treated like a slut, don’t you?” he whispers and his mouth kisses my neck, and then bites it, I yelp at how hard he does it, because he’s going to leave a mark. In the moment though, I’m far too horny to consider the consequences.

“yes” I answer him and he groans, his cock pushing up into me, thrusting at a delicious , seamless pace.

“were you going to to try to tell me we had to stop?” he asks.

I nod. 

I feel him shake his head near mine as he fucks me. 

“Now that I’ve got you back Layna,...I’m never going to stop fucking you...and if you try to keep this pussy from me.....i’ll take it....i’ll hold you down and take it...because it’s mine...” he growls in my ear and I feel myself about to cum.

“I’m gonna cum” I pant.

My eyes go wide when he pulls right out. 

“Wha-what..whyd you stop?” I whine.

“Because....it’s not about you and your selfish cunt remember?...this is what you get for trying to take it from me....a reminder of how bad you need this fucking cock inside it” he says

“Please” I whine. “make me cum” I reach back and push my ass against against his cock.

He takes his cock and shoves it back into me and goes hard.

I scream and turn my head, burying it into the blankets.

“Oh fuck!” I scream into the pillow. He pulls out again right as I’m about to cum. 

“Fuck Ben!” I scream, panting and he teases my cunt, pushing the head against it, in slightly and then back out.

I pant heavily, gasping with each thrust that gives me just a little of him. 

“fuck me!” I scream. “Please!”

“mmmm , i miss hearing you beg for this dick.....miss having your cunt soaking my cock, and the bed, because you need it so fucking bad....” he lifts my leg higher, and his hand smacks my pussy. I yelp and bite my lip, and almost cry at how bad I want my release. 

“ride me” he says and I feel him push away, and I turn as he’s on his back, I climb ontop quickly, watching him grin at my desperation.

I moan as soon as I sink down onto his cock. I pull my pussy back up and then slam it back down, bouncing hard on his cock. He groans and grins at me, playing with my tits as I ride him, pinching, pulling my nipples. I lean forward, hands against the headboard and his mouth lifts to my hanging tits and he sucks my nipple into his mouth hard as they bounce in his face. My nipple slips and he latches to the other one next. 

“hot, fucking, slut” he groans as I moan and grind him with his cock inside of me. He pushes me back up to sit up right, and his hands grab my hips as I rock them , circle them and roll them with his cock inside me.

“grind that married cunt on me Layna” he groans.

He thrusts up into me making me bounce upward, and then grabs my hips tightly as he starts to thrust from beneath me and my head goes back, my hair falling out of the bun I had it in, and falling down my back and he stops and I ride him hard and fast. Moaning and making myself cum on his cock. 

“Bad girl” he groans , but lets me finish, lets me have my orgasm as his hands force me to keep riding when I pant and tremble, shivering with pleasure.

Before it’s over, he throws me off , and throws me around the bed onto all fours. I pant and gasp with each commanding move. He rubs my soaked pussy, and brings my wetness to my ass, and starts to put his dick inside it. 

I feel the tight squeeze and , feel him pull back and spit on it, and try again. Groaning as he breaks into me, stretching my asshole once again. 

“Fuuuuck, I cant believe Calvin doesnt use every single one of your fucking holes” he groans and starts to fuck it faster, stopping, spitting, going again. I moan and he slaps my ass, hard. I yelp. He does it again, grabbing my hips so hard I think he might rip the flesh of my hips clear off as he pounds into my ass making me scream. 

"Who fucks you the best baby?" he groans and I feel his thick cock punish me by slamming deep into my ass making me choke on my words as I try to respond.

"you do!" I yelp as his cock assaults me, I cry out, whimpering and moaning wildly. Cursing up a storm as he destroys me. 

"you want my cum in your ass Layna?" he grunts. 

"Is that what you want you dirty little bitch?" he grunts and slaps my ass and I push back into him and he groans with a chuckle.

"please" I moan. 

"cum in my ass" I beg with a scream as he grabs my hips hard, his fingers digging into me as he slams into me. Both of us panting, cursing, groaning and moaning. I  grab the blankets, shoving them into my mouth, biting down as I scream. I feel my whole body jerking, my head bobbing as his thrusts sending my body forward each time. 

I feel him pull out, and a second later, I feel wet, warm ropes of cum hit my ass. Over my asshole, over my cheeks and he slaps his cock on my ass, pushing the head of his dick against my ass he finished cumming, and I can feel my hole tighten, , he pushes the head in just slightly. I moan, clenching the covers. 

He lets out a satisfied groan and then slaps my hip as he falls to the bed on his back and lets out a heavy sigh and curses. I lower my hips, laying flat on the bed. 

"I need a towel." I say. 

He looks over and smirks. "So go get one Layna" 

I frown slightly and he laughs, he leans over, gives me a kiss on the cheek and gets up. I watch him, and instead of going to the bathroom he goes to the closet. 

"What are you doing? They're in the closet next to the bathroom, or just grab a hand towel from the bathroom" I say and watch him put out a shirt from Calvin's side. He smirks and turns and walks over, I watch him ball up the shirt and I gasp when he uses my husbands shirt to clean his own cum from my backside. 

"Ben!" I say.

He laughs, and continues to clean me up. 

When he's done, he tosses the shirt towards the closet and then grabs his clothes, and starts to get dressed. 

I bite my lip watching him. 

"That's it?" I say. 

He cocks a brow looking at me. "You don't want to be late to lunch with my future mother in law" he gives a playful wink and I roll my eyes. Looking at the clock realizing I need to get ready , because he's right, I'll be late. 

I watch him shrug on his suit and I can't help how attracted I am to Benjamin, I can't believe I've gone years denying that we had the most electric sexual chemistry. I thought about Calvin, how we had great sex, but it still wasn't anything like it was with Ben. I could be who I was, without feeling ashamed or judged, or "too dirty". 

Ben walked over after slipping on his shoes, grabbed my chin, lifted it and bent down to kiss me. I grabbed his hair, pulling him to me, sliding my tongue over his lips and into his mouth, wrapping my legs around his trying to pull him back onto me. 

He let out a little chuckle and kissed me back, his tongue gliding against mine as he exhaled, groaning into  my mouth. 

"Text me later Hughes" he said pulling back, kissing my nose and then walking out of my room, downstairs and out of the house, leaving me panting, needing more of him.