Page 42 of The Secret Job: Into the Depths of Depravity
I pull my thumb out to lean towards his mouth as he replies, “I would get him around this minute if I didn’t think the noise we would make would wake the kids.”
“Oh god, the things you two do to me,” I groan.
“The things you two do tome,” James groans and takes my mouth in his. He kisses me heatedly as I kiss him back, matching him stroke for stroke with his tongue. He pulls at my nightdress and raises it above my head, breaking our kiss formere seconds. He pulls me across to straddle him and I feel his hard length between my bare pussy lips.
Our teeth clatter as our tongues lap, the thought of all three of us again lighting a fire of need humming through my body. I grind my hips trying to get some friction against James’s cock in his track pants.
James lowers his mouth and takes one nipple in, sucking hard just on the nub whilst rolling the other with his forefinger and thumb. I groan in pleasure and need as I try to move my hips more to build on the sensations James is creating, pulsing through my body. When James switches nipples I begin to beg, “James, I need you inside of me, please.”
My words only spur James on as he sucks harder and pinches harder. I have no choice but to reach down and rub at my clit, crazed with a want, a need for release. It only takes a few circles of my fingers and I’m there, gushing with my orgasm and letting it flow like rivers throughout my body.
James unlatches from my nipple, rolls me over onto my back, pulls down his track pants over his leaking, angry cock and rails straight into me. My pussy, slick with my arousal and orgasm, allows him entry straight to my back walls and we both groan in unison. All my nerve endings are tingling with my climax, firing and loving the familiar way James’ cock thrusts in and out of me, the scent of him filling my nose as his mouth claims mine again as our bodies move as one. James chases his release as he ploughs into my body settling it alight for a second time. I curl my legs around his back to feel him deeper, to take him further into my body where I need him to be.
Breaking our lips apart, we breathe in gulps of air as James angles himself and pumps in and out of me, taking us to exactly where we both need to be. I explode around his cock and he detonates inside of me, coating me with his pleasure as I coat him with mine. James lowers himself onto my body, taking his weight on his forearms and whispers, “I can’t get enough of youand your pussy and the thought of you giving yourself to Matty on my command… Does fucking mental things to me Rose Petal, you have no idea.”
“I think I have a small idea,” I giggle and then follow with, “And I am so here for it. I’ll take it any way it’s given by you or Matty. I’m yours. And I fucking love it, all of it.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you both together,” he says as he begins to roll his body weight off me to the side of the bed.
“Well that’s good,” I say, “Because I’m getting kinda addicted to the idea of the three of us.”
“Is that so?”
“It is,” I purr back with heavy lids and a fluttering heart.
Together, we both rise to get cleaned up before climbing back into bed. The thrill of our time with Matty is forgotten for a few moments as we lie curled up together quietly. The secret job is all I can think about, my brain cycling between fantasies and fears and all I can do is lie there and hope sleep finds us eventually.
17
We go about our weekend as usual, not mentioning anything about the secret job and ignoring the elephant in the room. On Sunday night whilst we are on the sofa watching our favourite series and the kids are in the rumpus room on every device possible, James pauses the tv to chat.
“I’ve come to a point where I can live with the decision you make about this job. I can’t stop you; I don’t even want to stop you. If you want to do it and think you can handle it, I’m with you and will support you in any way I can.”
I stare back into the loving eyes of my husband and tears well in my eyes. I have been torturing myself, toing and froing about how I’d feel about taking the job against James’ wishes or if I’d hate it or, if I enjoyed it—what would that mean about me as a person. So many colliding thoughts I’m almost sick of them.
I let the relief wash over me and take James’ blessing. We are in this together and I am doing this for my family, well maybe 90% for my family, 10% for the sick little deviant that lives inside me and wants to see how far I can go in thedepraved fantasies of other people’s darkest desires. I can’t deny, I do like the idea of coming face to face with the depths of depravity; it lights a hidden fire inside of me and no matter how much I try not to think about enjoying it, I suspect I will and I am not ready to admit that fully to myself yet.
“Thank you,” I say finally, emotions choking my throat closed, I can’t find any more words to speak so James continues.
“Know you have my blessing to leave, that I want you to walk away and forgo the money should you feel the need. You will not regret it and I would never hold you responsible. We do not need the money or any money that puts your body or mind in harm’s way. Promise me you will remember that, and I will try and rest soundly knowing you will do that for me.”
“I promise,” I mutter as the tears roll down my cheeks.
“Come here,” James tugs me into his arms as I cry tears of relief and a little regret. I didn’t give him the full picture and that guilt is clawing at me to own up, but I can’t. I mustn’t do it, he either won’t let me do the job or will let me begrudgingly but won’t rest a minute whilst I’m gone. I can’t do that to him, so I hold it in. I want to earn the money; I want to have an insight into this job. I am going to take it.
“When we know the dates of this job, I’ll arrange something with Matty, something for us all to look forward to after you being away.”
“That sounds great, I’d really like that, thank you.”
“I’m not going to spend a minute thinking about the money until the job is over. It’s not ours unless you are done, home and safe.”
“Thank you, I wish I could not think of it. But I’ll try not to.”
“Don’t torture yourself any more then you have been. It’s enough. You are going to do it, and then we get what we get and we don’t throw a fit,” he says the last in a more sing-songy tone, bringing a smile to my face.
“You’re using my own words against me.”
“If they’re good enough for the kids, they’re wise enough for us.”
