The Text Pt. 05

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Nerves filled my body as I drove home for the first time in over a week. Anne had given me Corey’s number when we had gotten home from the bar, and while I had saved it in my phone, I hadn’t yet reached out to him. I thought back to his touches and kisses and the way we had fucked against the fence. I had never done anything like that before, and it was freeing. I didn’t regret it, although I wish Jason hadn’t been witness to it. It was hard enough for me to imagine him with someone else, I don’t know what it would have done to me to walk in on him with someone else. I still didn’t know what I wanted. Jason? Corey? Did Jason and I even have a chance of surviving this? I just didn’t know.

I pulled into the driveway and took a deep breath as I walked to the door. Turning my key in the lock, I pushed the door open and walked in. “Jason? I’m here,” I called. I walked down the hall towards the living room and found Jason sitting on the sofa. He looked up at me as I walked in, following me with his eyes as I sat on the edge of the recliner.

“Hey,” he said quietly. We stared at each other for a moment. Neither of us knew what to say, apparently. Finally, Jason spoke again. “I just wanted you to know, I broke things off with Rachel. I’ve seen her at work, obviously, but I told her everything between us had to be professional from here on out. She knows that you know, and she felt bad and said she respected my decision. I know I can’t take back what’s already happened, but I can promise it won’t happen again.”

Taking another deep breath I began, “About the other night at the bar. I had no intention of doing what I did. I swear, I spent the week at Anne’s eating ice cream and trying to process what I’d learned and figure out what to do about it. I was trying to get my thoughts in order. I was a mess of emotions, sad one minute and angry the next. Anne was sick of me wallowing about the house, so she suggested we go out. She was trying to cheer me up. As I was getting ready, I was just getting angrier and angrier. I still had no intention of cheating on you. Then we walked in, and I was honestly already pretty drunk. When Corey walked toward me, I-.” I stopped. I what? I didn’t think of Jason at all. That’s what. I was thinking about the past. I was reminiscing about those three months I’d spent with Corey when I was seventeen. It had nothing to do with Jason.

“What, Sam?” Jason coaxed me on. “I need to know.”

“It wasn’t about you at all Jason. I was mad, yes, but I was drunk and reliving memories from my past. It honestly wasn’t about getting back at you, or hurting you. I just felt like crap for the past week, and in that moment Corey made me feel good. I felt wanted, and happy, and I wasn’t thinking about you or Rachel for the first time in weeks. Kolej Escort It was about me, not you. I’m sorry you had to see it though. I was so surprised to see you sitting there when we came out from behind those bushes. And I immediately felt like shit. But I was also still very drunk and still very angry. I haven’t spoken to Corey since I left the bar that night.”

“So what do you want, Sam? Can we fix this or not? Seeing you with him like that, it tore me apart. But, God, you looked so hot. I watched you dance with him. I watched him pull you behind those lilacs. I kept waiting for you to come out, and when you didn’t I took a chance and got closer. I watched you reaching into his jeans. I knew you wanted him. You looked so fucking happy when he was inside you. And I didn’t have any right to stop it. But I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I watched the whole thing.” Jason looked down at his hands resting in his lap. “Do you want to be with him, Sam? Is that what you want?”

I stood and walked over to sit next to Jason on the sofa, leaving a few inches of space between us. He watched me and as I fiddled with my keys, still clutched in my fist. “I don’t know what I want. I mean, I still want you, but I don’t know how to forgive and I sure as hell can’t forget. I don’t know if I can trust you again. And, yes, Corey made me happy that night, and while we have a history, it’s an old one. I had a three month fling with him 15 years ago. But I have spent the last 11 years with you. I’ve spent the last 8 years married to you. I know you, or at least I thought I knew you until a few weeks ago.” I glanced at him and saw his fingers reaching for my hair. He pushed my long brown hair behind my ear and let his fingers run through it to the ends which lay against my breast. Slowly, his fingers traced the edge of breast, then came back up to touch my chin, turning my face towards his.

“I get it Sam. But I can’t stand the thought of him touching you. I keep replaying it in my mind, seeing his tongue on your throat, his hands on your breasts. Seeing you filled with ecstasy at his touch, wanting him.” He turned toward me, reaching out to cup my face in his hands. I turned to face him, my body on fire as he touched me, as he described what he saw while watching me with Corey. I remembered Corey’s hands on my body and desire tore through me. I imagined Jason watching and my face flamed, knowing he saw how much I wanted Corey inside me. He continued, “I watched him bring you to orgasm, I saw you gripping his arms as you came. I watched him cum inside you.”

I looked up to meet his eyes and saw the desire in them. His hands pulled my face toward his as he kissed me tentatively at first, then harder, until he pushed Rus Escort me back against the pillows and began kissing me passionately. He kissed my mouth, my eyes, and down my cheek toward my throat. I pulled my legs up onto the sofa and let my knees fall apart, making room for him to lay against me. He worked his way down my body slowly, first pulling my tank top and bra down to expose my breasts as he licked and sucked. Then he pushed my shirt up to have access to my belly as he slowly made his way southward. My body screamed for his touch, and I wanted him so much I felt a throbbing pain between my legs. He unbuttoned my jean shorts and sat up to pull them and my panties away in one motion, then he was back between my legs, kissing the insides of my thighs until finally I felt his tongue flick against the folds of my vagina. Slowly, he licked and sucked, circling my clit with his tongue. I slid my fingers into his hair and gripped fistfuls of it, moaning in pleasure. His hands slid under my backside, lifting me slightly for better access, and as he began gently sucking on my clit I could feel my orgasm slowly building until I burst with wave after wave of pleasure. I cried out in bliss, and as my orgasm slowly faded I began to whisper his name, “Jason, Jason, Jason,” as I tugged at his hair, pulling him up until his face was buried in my breasts, his chest pressed against my throbbing pussy.

He continued to kiss my breasts, working his way up this time, until he found my throat. I felt his tongue on my ear and heard him growl, “I want you. I want to be inside you. I want you to feel me, not him.” He quickly stood and removed his clothes while I slipped my shirt and bra off, then he was on me. My back pressed into the sofa as he slid inside me. Gone was the gentleness as he slammed into me harder and harder with each thrust. His hand found my throat and I was pinned to the sofa. Shocked, I gasped for a breath and realized he wasn’t choking me, he just held me firmly down. I felt the pressure against my windpipe and arched my back, pressing my neck into his grip and tilting my head back against the pillows. His roughness was new, he’d never been like this with me before and I was suddenly aroused beyond belief. His grip tightened slightly as I felt him grinding deeper into me. My hands reached up to touch his hand at my throat. I could still breathe, but it was short gasps instead of deep breaths. Suddenly another orgasm overtook me and I squeezed his wrists. His hand tightened around my throat, cutting off the air as my body shook with an incredible orgasm. As soon as my orgasm faded, I released my grip on Jason’s wrists and he let go of my throat. I took three or four deep breaths and then Jason pulled out and Yenimahalle Escort lifted me up. He carried me across the room to the wall and held me up against it as I wrapped my shaking legs around his waist as he slid himself back inside me.

“You liked it like this, didn’t you?” Jason growled in my ear. “You liked him slamming into you while your back was against that fence, didn’t you? Didn’t you?”

“Yes!” I cried, digging my fingers into his shoulders. “Yes, I liked it. Just like you liked fucking her.” He was angry and so was I, but this was by far the most intense sex we had ever had. I pulled myself closer to him and found his neck with my mouth. I sucked hard, knowing I was leaving a mark, then moved to the other side, marking him there as well. His thrusting slowed as he pulled me away from the wall and walked toward the bedroom, still inside me. Once there he laid me on the bed and continued fucking me hard. After a moment I pushed him away and he stepped back, surprised. I rolled over, my belly to the bed and my feet on the floor, exposing my ass. I spread my legs and he grabbed my hips and guided himself back inside me. His right hand left my hip long enough to deliver a sharp slap to my backside, and as my ass cheek stung from the hit, I felt Jason explode inside me as he came. He grunted and pushed into me twice more before laying his body over back, breathing heavily.

He slowly stood and pulled out, then helped me onto the bed, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close to him. I buried my face in his chest, feeling tears building inside me. How would we ever fix us?

“Hey, are you okay, Sam? Did I hurt you? Oh, God.” He quickly pulled away to look me over, checking my throat for bruises and then rubbing my butt cheek where his handprint remained.

“No, it’s not that, I’m fine, physically at least. That was so…different. I’ve never seen you like that before. I just-. I want us to be okay. I want us to work this out. But God, Jason, the sex since I found out about her, it’s been amazing. And whatever just happened? Wow. I didn’t know an orgasm could feel that good or last that long.” I looked up to see him grin.

“Yeah?” He asked. “It was that good, huh? I know what you mean though. These last few weeks our sex life has been unbelievable. I guess it’s jealousy. Not only for you, but me too. Seeing you with him made me realize how much I stand to lose, and I’m insanely jealous that he fucked you. Insanely jealous.” He repeated.

“Yeah, there’s something about jealousy that brings out the animal in me. You too, apparently. So we are both agreeing that we want to stay together then? But what now? Where do we go from here?” I asked him.

“I don’t know, Sam, but I want you home with me, and we will figure this out. And while jealousy sucks bigtime, I definitely like what it has done to our sex life.”

“Me too,” I laughed as I snuggled into his chest again. “Whatever we do to fix this, I certainly want the sex to continue. We will figure something out. I love you.”

“I love you too, Sam. I love you too.”

To be continued…

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