Mafia Desire (Erotica)

“Oh God Brenda! Don’t stop!”

No! I thought, trying to slide him from my mouth, I wanted too…. I yelped in surprise around his cock when I felt his hand grab the back of my head and push it down. He thrust his hips shoving his cock deep into my mouth and before I could react, Greg cried out, “Oh, fuck!” and his cock went off in my mouth. I was caught by surprise and made a gagging sound as his cum hit the back of my throat and I reflexively swallowed it. I tried to move my head back, but Greg was holding my hair tightly in his hand and holding me there as he fucked my mouth.

Don’t get me wrong, normally a mouthful of cum would get me hot, but under the circumstances, I wasn’t amused. Placing my hands on the bed, I pushed up hard, forcing his cock from my mouth, it was still spurting I felt spray my lips and dribble down my chin. His next spurt hit me on neck and ran down my tits. There was still some cum in the back of my mouth and I disgustedly pushed it out with my tongue, causing it to flow down my chin with the rest of it.

“Damn,” Greg gasped, “That…” he gave me a smile, “Looks good.”

“What the fuck was that?” I snapped at him, grabbing his side of the sheet and wiping his cum from my face.

“I… what’s the matter? I thought you wanted to…”

“I wanted to get fucked!” I yelled at him. “I wanted to feel you inside me, not fucking blow you!”

“You never complained before.” He shook his head, “Christ Brenda, you could fuck up a wet dream.

“Wet dreams are all I have!” I shouted. “I wanted to have sex and you came in my mouth like a fucking teenager getting his first BJ!”

“I told you I didn’t want to!” he began, raising his voice, “You kept pushing!”

“Because I wanted you! And you didn’t seem to mind my mouth; all your bitching stopped then didn’t it?” I put my head down and trying to fight back tears added, “You used to want me.”

“I still do,” he said lowering his voice, “But I’m…”

“And what the fuck was that shit, holding my head down?” I demanded, “What do you think I am a fucking whore?”

“I thought you liked it?”

“I do when I know I’m going to get something else and its all fun.” I waved my hand at him. “You wouldn’t even let me cum, and then you treat me like a slutty fucking girlfriend.”

“Whatever, Brenda.” He rolled his eyes and to my dismay turned over on his side, putting his back to me.”

“Oh, so that’s it?” I asked, “You blow your load and I get nothing?”

“You got toys,” he replied, “Do what you have to.”

I sat there speechless. How the hell had things gotten this way? I wanted to say something more, tell him how much he’d just hurt me. Before I could that hurt overwhelmed me and I could feel the tears running down my cheeks. Turning away from him, I lay on my side and slid as far away from him as I could. I became aware of the taste of cum in my mouth and lying here next to my husband, I felt like a cheap whore. I saw our wedding picture on the bureau across from me and started to cry softly wondering if this was the beginning of the end.

***** I jumped and looked up from the newspaper at the sound of a lawn mower staring up. Leaning back in the small armchair, located near the picture window, I pulled the blinds out to see Chad on the other side of the yard. As always he was wearing a white t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, showing off his deep tan along with his tattooed and well muscled arms. Despite the heat he was wearing jeans that fit him well, hugging his damn fine ass. I got a better look at that ass when the mower stalled and he bent over to prime it. I shook my head as I watched the muscles in his arm flex while he yanked the cord.

I imagined what those arms would look like flexed while he drove his hard young cock into me with my long legs wrapped around his waist. That image was a residual of last night’s masturbation session just before I fell asleep. Just as it had been the night before and let’s face it, all week. After the humiliating performance on Monday I hadn’t even tried to approach Greg for sex. I went to bed, slipped a vibrator into my pussy and rubbed my clit. That vibrator became Chad’s cock and my fingers his tongue.

I smiled at the thought that Chad had been a busy boy this week. I suppose some women might think it was wrong to fantasize about another man to that level, but seeing the person who should be taking care of me wasn’t, I felt there was no issue. What was an issue was Greg had no problem at all with just coming to bed and me not looking for anything. I swear he was relieved. On Monday I’d gotten a half sincere apology from him that he didn’t mean to make me feel cheap.

To me that wasn’t good enough, but I told him it was so I could segue into asking him to come clean with me, did he have a physical issue? He has an attitude which was when I delivered my ultimatum. He had one week to either make an appointment for us to see his doctor or to see a marriage councilor. That had sent him into self righteous indignation and another argument. In the end I simply stuck with we were talking in a week.

I was pulled from my thoughts by watching Chad begin pushing the mower around the yard. It was already in the eighties and I know he always did two other houses before ours and his arms were slick with sweat. I wondered what the rest of him would look all sweaty like that. Even better would be the thought of me getting him that way. Hell, Greg couldn’t last long enough to get me to sweat anymore.

Chad stopped near the window and after taking a minute to move the lawn chairs out of the way, removed a bottle of water from the small cooler on top of the mower. When he was finished he lifted the bottle and poured some of it over his head onto his thick black hair.

“Oh, goddamn.” I whispered watching the water drip down his shoulders and arms.

This was getting ridiculous, I felt like a person on a diet being forced to stare at a double cheeseburger.

“Why the hell is that kid here so early?” Greg demanded, snapping me out of my day dream.

I quickly dropped the blind, hoping Greg hadn’t seen me looking. I had no worries; he had gone over and picked his phone up from where it was charging on the coffee table.

“It’s nine thirty.” I told him, “It’s not that early.”

“Nine….” He looked at his phone, “Shit! I was supposed to be in work, why’d you let me sleep?”

“Because you didn’t say you were working.” I shrugged, “In fact I thought you told me Thursday you weren’t.”

“Yeah, well things changed.” He said, “I… I have to get going, I’ll tell them you forgot to set the alarm.”

“Of course.” I rolled my eyes, “They’ll understand that, a forty two year old guy who needs wifey to set the clock.” He scowled and unable to help it, I threw in, “I’d say tell them your wife was all over you this morning and wouldn’t let you leave, but that would really be a lie.”

“Maybe if my wife wasn’t all over me about being all over her I would be.” He retorted as he turned away. “I’m going to shower and get going; don’t bother to make me anything I’ll….”

“No worries, I wasn’t going to,” I said smiling sweetly at him.

“Whatever Brenda. I’ll probably…”

“Be late, I know.” I said quietly.

“Right.” He said simply and headed off to the bathroom.

The smile left my face. I was lashing out at him, because when he spoke he pissed me off, it like was like he wasn’t himself anymore. But when I thought on it, I wasn’t angry, I was upset. I had no real hope he would go to counseling and wondered what I would do when he wouldn’t. I jumped at the sound of the lawnmower directly under the window and suddenly remembered the flowers I just planted.

“Shit!” I exclaimed, hopping out of the chair.

I’d forgotten to put up the foot high sections of white fence back around them. The last time I didn’t fence something off, Chad mowed over my tomato plants. I was only wearing my short black robe with just panties underneath and couldn’t go outside like this. I quickly ran into the bedroom and as I removed the robe felt a pang of sadness thinking that not all that long ago, just seeing me in this robe would get Greg going.

Now all Greg did was get going, out the door. Tossing the robe on the bed I slipped on a pair of denim shorts. I headed for the bureau but hearing the mower getting closer to where the flowers were beneath the bedroom window, skipped looking for a bra and grabbing the pink tank top I’d been wearing to bed lately pulled it down over my tits as I headed out of the room. I didn’t bother looking for shoes and going through the back door, breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Chad stopped several feet away.

The mower must have gotten jammed and he had it on his side while he knelt next to it removing something from underneath it. I paused to take in the back of his broad shoulders and muscular back and sighed. I had no doubt Chad did damn well with the girls and that magnificent body was being wasted on some pretty young thing who was naive enough to think sex was always going to be that good.

“Flowers, Brenda.” I reminded myself

Tearing my eyes from Chad I walked over to the bushes I’d planted the flowers in between and getting down on my knees reached behind them where I left the pieces of fence. I pulled them out along with the trowel and after digging a small trench started sticking the pieces back in. As always when I worked in the yard, my worries faded away. I lost track of everything but the feeling of the cool moist dirt beneath my fingers and the damp grass beneath my bare feet.

I was just starting to fill the dirt back in around the fence when I had the feeling of being watched. I looked over my shoulder to see Chad standing not three feet behind me, his eyes glued to my ass. I quickly turned my head back to the fence and feeling mischievous, and more than a little thrilled he was looking, began moving my ass back and forth as I finished patting the dirt down. I bent over further, pointing my ass higher and looking back saw Chad shaking his head, a smirk on his face.

Sitting up I turned around and asked, “Chad! Are you looking at my ass?”

“Oh,” He said in surprise, “I… uh,” the smirk turned into one of his perfect lady killer smiles, “Yeah I was.”

I laughed, “At least you’re honest.”

“Be something wrong with me if I wasn’t” he gave a low whistle, “You have a really nice ass.”This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Okay, Romeo,” I said sitting up higher on my knees, “Behave, I’m a married woman.”

“Heard that one before,” he winked.

“Yeah, where, the under twenty one clubs you hang out in?”

I had to hold back a smile when his faded. Chad liked playing the neighborhood stud, but in reality I knew he wasn’t what he made himself out to be. He might have had a few girlfriends, but he certainly wasn’t servicing the desperate house wives of Providence. Although I knew one who’d entertained the fantasy quite often.

“That’s just when there’s no real women around.” He came back with.

“Real women?” I cocked my head.

“Yeah, you know, like you. The girls my age are hot, but…”

“Oh, and I’m not?”

“No, I… That’s not what I…”

I couldn’t hold back anymore and as I smiled at him, he laughed and shook his head.

“Look, I’m trying okay?”

“You’ll get better when you,” I winked, “Find a good teacher.”

“Do you know one?”

“Mrs Higgins on the corner teaches English at Central.” I replied.

“Ugh.” He gave a mock shudder.

I shrugged and looking up at the sun, Chad said, “Damn it’s hot out.”