Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

The Devil With A Deal:>>Ep41

Consciousness cback in a rush. Like a gasp for air after being underwater for two minutes too long.

I found myself lying sweaty on the deck. The sunlight too bright for my eyes. Again, reality flooded back to me.

We were still in the backyard. The sounds of sex surroundedalong with the usual birdsong.

I rolled over, body aching. All aroundwere people -- twos and threes and fours -- fucking like crazy. A mass

orgy like something out of the end times. | didn't recognize any of them. Just naked bodies, undulating against

each other. | felt something bouncing up and down next to me. Another couple | hadn't caught. | rolled over to

look. | already knew that | didn't want to see.

Kate -- my darling, innocent wife -- was on top of Carlos, lazily riding up and down his dick. Her long brown hair

splayed all over her body. Her massive tits bouncing wildly. Thick thighs pumped as she rode him. Strange and

mechanical like she was in a trance. A stream of dried sperm ran down her face. Over her tits. At the juncture of

her pussy and the Latino man's cock. Like she'd been bathed in it.

At almost the moment | saw them, Carlos stiffened and groaned, unloading himself into my wife's unprotected

pussy. Kate barely slowed. She grunted as another man's cum shot into her. Body barely even registering what

was happening. Finally, she fell forward, lifeless. Seeing she was done, Carlos slipped away. If he noticed me

lying there, he didn't acknowledge it.

Kate collapsed on the deck next to me. A river of sperm spit out of her pussy and began streaming onto the

deck. A slightly smaller trail of drool leaked similarly out of her mouth.

| crawled over to Kate. Her body was trembling with the aftershocks of orgasm. Under her breath, she was

mumbling madness.

| told myself | was going to check on her. Make sure she was OK. But then, why was | holding my stiffening cock

in my hands? Why was | staring straight at her poor, abused pussy? The need wasn't rational. It was something

buried deep in my lizard brain. An automatic reaction, a failsafe device, from a different time. But still there

when needed.

| rolled Kate onto her back. Rolled her over and slid into her sex. She was warm, wet, far too slippery with the

spends of so many strangers.

Kate groaned as | went in, sounding slightly pained. | thrust back and forth with abandon. Ignored everything but

the sloshing motion of my cock in her cunt. | didn't look at the jiggle of her perfect ass. Didn't reach for her

awestits. | didn't run my hands through her hair or stare into her liquid caramel eyes.

| fucked my wife, like a demon, till | came. My orgasm arrived like a punch to the gut. The pleasure of it

something distant and forced, as if my body was tellingit felt good even though it clearly didn't. I fell back,

having finally added my swimmers to the ocean of them rolling inside my wife. My eyes threatened to close

again.

| felt a hand on my shoulder.

| looked up and saw Tara smiling down at me. It was neither a grin nor a grimace. It was a sad thing, wistful and

worried. There isn't a word for that kind of smile, maybe because no one ever wants to see it.

"We need to go," Tara said. Her own body was streaked with sperm similarly to her sister's. Tara's chest was

covered with fingertip sized bruises and dark, pooling hickeys. Her knees and elbows were scraped, like she'd

been rolling around in gravel. Which was probably true.

Tara pulled at my arm and repeated her request. | nodded, still half out of it.

"Yeah," | said, "Yes."

Tara helpedand Kate to my feet. My wife was even worse than I'd realized. Her hair was a wild nest of

brambles. Her body was nicked and cut. She was covered in semen and stank like pussy. She started to stand

straight, then stumbled. When | helped her up again, she looked up atin surprise. Like recognizingfor the

first time.

"Oh fuck, Andy," Kate said, "Andy, | think | fucked up." Her words sloshed together. She was still drunk and high

and who knows what else.

"It's OK," | said, but neither of us believed it.

"I think | got some... Sstuff in me," Kate said.

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"Maybe a little," Tara said. | couldn't tell if she was trying to be reassuring or cruel.

"Is it you?" Kate said asked me, "Yours?"

| nodded. It was a sort of truth and so good enough in the moment.

"Ok good," Kate said, gripping my arm tight.

Tara, Kate, and | formed a bit of a three-legged stool, helping keep each other up to our feet. We limped in

concert around the house to the front yard. Behind us, the sounds of sex filled the air. | stared down the car-lined

street and realized | didn't remember where we'd were parked. And my keys were back by the hot tub.

"Dammit," | cursed. | started to turn back, but Tara gripped my shoulder.

"I've already got it," she said. She held up my car keys and squeezed the lock button. Our SUV beeped happily in

the distance.

"Can you drive?" Kate asked me, "I can't drive."

"| think I've got it," | said.

Tara eyed me, but she handedthe keys. We walked to the car, but halfway another question hit me.

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joy of reading with others and spread the word. The next chapter is just a visit away! "Where's Jesse?" | asked. |

can't imagine why.

Tara was similarly surprised by my question. She looked atlike | was a crazy person. Then she shook her

head.

Finally, after what felt like a three-hour hike, we tumbled into the car. All three of us were still naked. The velour

of the seat felt weirdly warm against my bare butt.

| turned on the ignition. My body was on autopilot. My brain was back at that house. Maybe never able to

escape.

Everything we'd said and done. The ways our lives had collapsed so completely under the weight of our own

stupid, selfish decisions. It all settled onto our shoulders. The three of us, so perfectly doomed. A controlled

demolition where we, ourselves, had placed the dynamite.

For a moment, like a premonition, | saw the future clear as though it was painted on the windshield. There would

be tries, solid attempts, to reel it all back in. We'd pretend like it didn't all happen. But then reality would punch

its way through. We'd address it all head-on, but then it would bectoo overwhelming to overcome.

We wouldn't so much drift apart as we would fissure and suppurate like an untended wound. What's that they

say? It's not that we make bad decisions so much as we choose things that seemed smart in the moment.

Spiraling down that endless hole, all the while convinced that the mountaintop is right around the corner.

It took twenty minutes for us to get home. The entire drive, | heard a foreign, cruel laughter echoing endlessly in

my ears.

No one said a word.