EroticReverie

*commissioned*

"are you still wet?" The text message dinged on my phone during lunch with my mother and sister, I checked it, immediately flushing, licking my lips and turning my phone on silence and tucking it into my purse. 

After lunch with my mother and sister, I couldnt wait to pull out my cell phone and see what other dirty texts Ben had sent me during the hour with my mother and sister. Calvin never sent me dirty texts, he barely even said anything sexual at all through text messages. 

"I wish I was under the table eating your cunt."  

"I wish I was there to bend you over the table and fuck you right there in front of them."

"I'd make your mother and sister watch you get you pussy filled by my cock." 

I felt my legs squeeze together as I scrolled through his text messages. 

"I'm stroking my cock thinking about your pussy...your ass...those tits....that face....all of you....fuck Layna...you make me so fucking hard." 

"I just made a fucking mess all over my desk because of you...and I'm going to do it again, because my cock isnt satisfied unless it's cumming inside of you..or on you" 

I audibly whimpered, biting my lip. 

I typed back. 

"I can be there in 10 minutes." 

I waited, and less than a minute later. 

"Make it 5." 

I grinned at my phone and turned on my car. 

Once in Benjamin's office, he fucked me on every possible surface. His desk, the filing cabinet, against the wall, his chair, against the small couch  near his door, against the door, on the floor. When I'd tried to leave he refused to let me go, saying he'd cancelled all his meetings for me. That I was to occupy his time until at least 4pm. So that's what I did. We each came at least 3 more times, leaving his office smelling of a fucking porn set when we were through. Our sweat, our cum, everything mixed in the air as we lay on the floor panting. The clock on the wall reading 4:32pm. 

I panted, naked, cum leaking from between my legs that he just put there. Along with another of his loads that was already inside me. 

"I need to go" I said, laying on my back, arm strewn over my sweaty forehead as I breathed heavily, recovering from the pretty savage fucking he'd just given me. 

He groaned and heaved himself up to sit. He looked over at me as I let my arm fall off my head and to the side. 

He smiled, and so did I. 

"Fuck" he leaned over , kissed my tits, they were sticky with sweat, but he sucked my nipples, and licked the flesh around them. 

"Mmm Ben, don't" I protested, knowing I couldnt say no to another round even if I wanted to, even I needed to, to get home before by husband got home from work. 

"It's been years Layna..my dick has been without you for YEARS" he says and moves his mouth to mine and kisses me. 

"Mm, i know" I mumble against his lip as he slides his wet, sweaty body over mine and his cock is hard once again and I groan trying to find the will to not stay any longer. 

"Say yes" he says lowly against my mouth. 

I exhale as he pushes his cock against my pussy.

"Yes"

--

Ten minutes later he finishes inside of me as I'm bracing myself with my hands on the edge of his desk, as we both kneel on the floor , having fucked me from behind. 

"I really have to go" I whimper as he bites my shoulder kisses it, then bites it again. His hands slide up my waist as his cock slides out,, and they grab my tits. I close my eyes at his perfect hands on my breasts, 

"Just leave him Layna" he groans in my ear, his nose nudging the sweaty baby hairs plastered to the side of my face. 

My eyes pop open.

"What?" I whisper. 

His hands grabs my breasts harder. 

"fucking leave him" he says, his voice less commanding, more...pleading almost.

"I wont be able to stand it" he groans his hands roaming the front of my body, up and down my torso and over my tits. 

"I wont be able to stand knowing you're in this fucking city...and that I can't just have you when I want you." He bites at my ear lobe. "Leave him" he whispers.

"Ben I-" I pause because I can't. I can't leave Calvin. Because,....I fucking love him. I truly do. I don't want to leave Calvin. I just want.....both. My perfect husband Calvin, and perfect lover...Ben. I don't want to give up either. I know i'm selfish, I know I'm an unimaginable asshole for doing this to Calvin. But I've tried to tell him my wants, my needs in the bedroom, and they always went ignored, dismissed. He was too vanilla. But he was perfect in every other way. 

Ben pinched my nipples and I moaned. 

"I can't" I finally finished my words, Ben growled in my ear, biting my ear lobe again gently. 

"Yes. You can." he whispers. 

"Because you need me Layna...your body....needs me" he whispers. 

"I love him." I reply breathlessly as his hands continue to touch me all over. 

"No you don't" he whispers. "If you did, you wouldnt be going home to him with my cum spilling out of your cunt" he let out a little growl. 

I trembled, and I winced. He didn't understand. Neither would Calvin when I eventually told him. Maybe there wasn't anything to understand other than the fact I was a bitch, a selfish bitch. 

"I DO love him Ben....I'm not going to leave him." I said and his hands paused. I breathed , my chest rising and falling. 

"you were mine Layna" he growls, his hand slipping up my back now, grabbing my hair at the nape gently, pulling my head back, leaning his face forward and kissing my mouth. 

"he took you from me....i'm taking you back" he groaned into my mouth and I moaned. Because again...I was selfish. I enjoyed this. I enjoyed Ben making me feel as though he needed me. I enjoyed him wanting to claim me as his own again. Even if I knew I wouldnt let it happen. I would tell Calvin. I would fix this, and I'd never do this with Ben again if Calvin stayed with me, to work things out. 

"Ben" I whisper his name. He groans and kisses me again. 

"get dressed....go home to your husband Layna." he said in surrender as he gave up for now and stood up, dressing himself. 

We dressed in silence and I stole looks at him, but he never looked at me, and I felt guilty. Was I breaking two hearts now? 

I slipped on my shoes and grabbed my purse, slinging it over my shoulder, pulling my hair up, smoothing it, placing it in a ponytail. 

I watched Benjamin as he sit down at his desk, dressed now, still slightly breathing heavy. 

"Ben I'm sorry, I can't leave him....he's my husba-" he cut me off with a wave of my hand. 

"It's fine Layna." he said and lowered his hand. He nodded without looking up. "Go" he said plainly. 

I sighed and left the office, went to my car and drove myself home. 

"See you tomorrow." His text came in. I half smiled. 

"Ok." I typed back. 

"Even if you don't think I ever did, I loved you Layna Hughes. Still do." he typed. I feel my stomach turn. Yes, we loved each other, but not the way me and Calvin do. He didn't know what he was talking about. 

"I believe you." I typed back, because I didn't want to deny him his own feelings. "I'll see you tomorrow...at 1?" 

"Yes." he replied.

"Ok, have a good night Benjamin." I typed. No response back. I sighed. Tucked my phone into my purse and went inside, Calvin was already home and another car was in our driveway. Probably a friend of his, it wasn't a car I noticed. 

When I walked in I heard Calvin talking to another man, a voice I didnt know. 

"Honey? Is that you?" I heard his voice call as I shut the door.

"Yeah, it's me" I called back and shuffled my flats off and set my purse on the table near the door as my husband and a man I'd definitely never seen before walked into the room. 

He was tall just like Calvin. Like Ben. Except, even taller. He was buffer than either Ben or Calvin. His muscles nearly seemed to be trying to rip out of his suit jacket. He had smooth, glowing, mocha colored skin, short dark hair, dark brows, and his perfectly straight white teeth were fucking sparkling , and the contrast against his skin set my pussy on fire. Here I was, with still semi sweaty hair, probably smelling of sweat, in a plain yellow maxi dress, looking like a disgusting mess. 

"Oh, hi" I said looking at the man and then at my husband. 

"Adrian, this is my wife Layna"  Calvin said introducing us. "Layna this is Adrian, from work. I hope you don't mind but we just wanted to have a few drinks, discuss a few things for work." Calvin said with a smile. 

I shook my head and reached out to shake his hand. His hand was so large , I felt myself swallow hard when it shook mine. 

"Nice to meet you Layna, your husband talks about you all the time." Adrian said with a flash of that arresting smile of his. I nodded and laughed politely. 

"Oh" I said and looked at my husband who just nodded.

"It's true...I probably make them all sick" Calvin says and I laugh , my hand finally slipping from Adrian's 

"Not at all" Adrian says. "at least not me." Adrian says to Calvin, who laughs and puts a hand on his shoulder. 

Then Calvin looks to me. 

"Where did you end up going sweetheart?" he says. 

"The gym" I answer quickly, thinking about how sweaty I look.

"In a dress?" Calvin asks , cocking his head slightly. 

"I uh-..my gym bag is in the car." I gesture over my shoulder, towards the door. 

Calvin ponders this a moment. "Oh...okay" he says and then looks to Adrian. 

"Well, how about a drink while we..discuss things?" he says in such a way that seems weird to me but I ignore it because I'm starting to sweat again out of the guilt I feel, out of the fear that my husband could call me a lying cheating whore any second. 

"sounds good" Adrian nods and then looks to me, he gives me and up and down look, and I swear I see a lift of his eyebrow. I avoid his eyes when they lift higher and higher. 

I look at Calvin. "Well, I'm going to go shower. When I'm done, I can cook you guys dinner?" 

Calvin smiles. "That'd be wonderful honey. He says leaning forward, holding his hand on my upper arm as he kisses my cheek.  I smile when he pulls back and I see Adrian still looking at me, looking at me in a way a co worker probably shouldnt look at another mans wife, but I wonder if I'm just imagining things and laugh politely and nod.

"Well, let me go get cleaned up and then I'll come back down, excuse me" I say as I push between  Calvin and Adrian and Adrian doesnt step aside, neither does Calvin. I find it weird as I push between then two of them sideways. 

--

After my shower , I put on a modest, navy blue floral button up split dress. It has short sleeves, and the dress is almost ankle length, but the buttons only button down to about midway between my hips and knees, allowing a playful slit up the middle of the dress. 

I blow dry my hair and pin it back on one side with just a few bobby pins and go downstairs and start to figure out what I'm going to make for dinner. 

"you look beautiful honey" Calvin comes up behind me, places a single hand at my hip and kisses the side of my face where my hair is swept back. 

I smile and turn my face towards him and peck him on the mouth, pretending everything is fine. That nothing is wrong, and I don't have a life ruining secret I need to tell him at some point. 

His other hand finds my hip as well as my eyes bulge, because my sexually stunted husband is grinding into my ass....with...an erection. 

"Cal!" I whisper and giggle and look at him and he grins. 

"what are you doing?" I whisper and swat behind me at him to push him back. 

"I was thinking about last night." he whispers into my ear and I feel shivers down my spine. Because last night was the best sex I'd ever had with Cal, so good I'd tried to call things off with Ben. I failed miserably. But I "tried" . So I told myself. 

I giggle and tilt my head to the side as he tries to kiss my neck. His hands sliding forward to my stomach and I inhale as they slide up to my top button and start to undo it. 

"Cal!" I whisper yell again and wiggle with my back to him, trying to stop him and get away, but he pushes up against me, pining me to the counter. He goes for the second button and I gasp slightly as he takes the third one as well, and then slips his hand into the top of my dress, and down over my bare breast. 

"Cal what are you doing?" I whisper, as I fall back gently against his chest and let my head lean against him as his other hand finds its way down the front of my dress, both of his hands rubbing down over my tits, my nipples standing at attention as his fingers and palms brush over them. I close my eyes a breathe slowly as he touches me. I want to ask what's gotten into him but I don't want him to feel awkward, or feel it's wrong what he's doing, when I've waited so long for him to touch me like this. Sneakily, with another person right in the other room. 

I feel his hands slide out as he undoes two more buttons and the dress is undone to right above my navel, as he pulls the sides of my dress open slowly. 

"Your nipples are so hard" he says quietly in my ear. I only moan slightly and nod with my eyes shut as he rolls them in his fingers, and pulls them gently. I gasp and push my ass back into him. 

"Don't stop touching me" I whisper. "Please" I say my eyes still shut. 

"Are you wet Layna?" his voice is in my ear and I moan at his words, and wonder where this side of my husband has come from. 

"Yes" I answer. 

I bite my lip and feel his hands start undo a few more buttons, I pant excitedly as his hand slides slowly down my stomach.

"Mind if I check?" he whispers and then his teeth gently bite my ear lobe and I let out a whimper, and shake my head. I willingly step my feet apart, spreading my legs for him as his fingers slip into my satin panties and he pushes his finger down between  my slit. 

"Oh god" I stifle a moan as I speak feeling myself tremble at the slightest touch of his finger tip as it slides up and down over my clit slowly.

"Cal" I whisper his name when I really want to cry it out. He's never made me feel this dirty before. Why was he giving me this NOW, after years of his careful , vanilla ways? 

"Oh baby" he says and I feel him shaking his head next to mine as his finger slides down to my cunt, playing in the wet mess he created.

"you poor thing....you're soaked" he says, and I gasp when he curls his finger up into me and starts to finger me. 

"Shit" I pant and grab onto the counter, and I whimper. 

"Cal" I cry quietly, feeling my husbands finger slide in and out of me in the middle of our kitchen, his guest in the other room. 

"oh my god Cal, yes" I say moving my hips trying to ride his finger. 

"More" I pant. 

His second finger slides in and I let out a tiny yelp and then bite my lips shut as he keeps fingering me.

"It's so good Cal" I whisper and he leans into my ear again. 

"Jesus" I pant as his fingers go faster, my jaw dropping open as I make myself hold back a moan, letting it die in my throat before letting it out. I instead groan quietly, frustrated, wanting to moan out loud. Wanting to scream  for the way my husband is touching , so he knows to do it more often, all the time. 

"fuck me" I say and look over my shoulder at him. 

"Yeah?" he asks. I nod and bite my lip still looking at him.

I nod desperately.