Disclaimer: All characters are over eighteen years of age.
Editing credit: Blind_Justice
Copyright © 2013 redskyes
Author's note: Fair warning, this is not a quick read. There's plenty of sex, but this is a pretty big story. I have split it up into seven submissions, otherwise it could take quite a long while for this to be approved. This came about as a short-story experiment and exploded from there. I wanted to write about the blissful ignorance I have encountered when meeting certain married couples over the years, and the collapses of those relationships that came about when they pretended nothing was wrong. The challenge was to make it entertaining, so here's to hoping I succeeded.
Ignorance is bliss, as they say. But sometimes, ignorance is just ignorance. It is one thing to not realize there is a problem with one's marriage. It is another thing entirely to ignore it. Rebecca thought she had it all, but when her husband's cocky, gorgeous and take-charge best friend moves in with them, she finds herself careening down a slippery slope with no way to stop her descent. Is it lust driving her into another man's arms, or loneliness? Raised sheltered and pure, and now faced with temptation, Rebecca discovers that she knows far less about the woman she is than she ever imagined, and she may not really know her husband at all. Is her marriage worth saving or has she been unhappy for too long? Rebecca must take charge of her life, or someone else will. If they haven't already.
Chapter 1
It was an accident
It all started by accident. I never intended for it to go as far as it did, but I'm not sorry either. I have never been so happy and sexually fulfilled in all my life. And I never would have guessed that I'd have my husband's best friend to thank for it.
Ryan, my husband, had met Jake in grade school. They grew up together, whereas I met Ryan in college. From the moment I met Jake, I knew he was trouble. I loved Ryan, and I still do, but Jake was everything that Ryan wasn't. He was tall, blond-haired and blue-eyed, extremely fit, and beautifully handsome. The instant I saw him, I wanted him. I didn't want his personality. Where my husband was sweetly charming and always polite, Jake was rude, crude, and a domineering jackass.
No, I wanted his body.
I should stop here and explain that I'm very reserved, or old fashioned, if you prefer. I was raised in a very strict Catholic family. I wasn't Catholic myself, but one of the things I did take away from my upbringing was the notion that my virginity was a precious gift. I couldn't, and wouldn't, just give it to anyone. I'd been determined to remain a virgin right up to my wedding night, and I succeeded. But the temptations were always there. I wasn't blind to sex or the needs of my body. Attractive boys stirred up feelings inside me, as expected, but I never acted on them. I came very close to giving myself to Ryan before we married, but I managed to hold out.
But Jake...wow, Jake was dangerous. See, Ryan was a temptation, being attractive and all, and Jake was too, but add in his cocky attitude and powerful presence, and I was ashamed to admit that I was far more physically attracted to him than I was to Ryan. I'm sure if Ryan had been more aggressive -- he's a very reserved man, like me -- it would have been just as difficult for me. Still, like I said, Jake was dangerous.
I had subtly tried to prevent him from becoming a staple in our lives. I shouldn't have wanted him the way I had, with such a powerful, primal craving, but I did. But Ryan wouldn't be deterred. Jake adored my husband. Ryan had been the proverbial band geek and math nerd all his life, and I'm sure he loved that a wildly popular jock had befriended him.
I don't know why Jake liked Ryan. Maybe it was football. Jake loved it, and Ryan had an eidetic memory. He could give you the stats on every team in the NFL, and he was fascinated with the rules and the probabilities of every play, game and season. During football season, Jake would come over to our place to watch the games with Ryan, and they would stay up late into the night drinking beer and talking about this player and that coach and those piss-poor calls by the refs, and what have you. Me, I'd just go to bed early. In fact, any time Jake was around, I made myself scarce. Ryan must have thought I really hated his friend, but we never talked about it.
The truth was that I had never craved a man like I craved Jake, not even my husband. He was tall, strong, gorgeous, and a prime alpha male. He was crude when it came to women, but he never directed his attitude towards me. If he'd just been an ass, I'm sure that would have killed any desire I had for him. But no, Jake was always polite with me, even sweet, I guess. We never had deep conversations or anything, but he would ask me about my day, how I was doing, and things like that.
I'm not sure that Jake really cared to hear anything I had to say. Oh, sure, he'd listen, but what he really wanted was to watch my mouth as I talked. Jake was always watching me, checking out my butt in tight jeans, or my legs when I wore a skirt, my feet when I was painting my toenails, or my breasts when I wore a tight shirt or a low-cut blouse. Whenever I'd catch him, he'd quickly avert his gaze, but he wouldn't blush. He'd smirk though.
There was another truth there too. I liked Jake checking me out. Actually, I liked it when men checked me out in general. I liked feeling beautiful. Ryan constantly told me I was, but hearing it and seeing the evidence of it are two completely different things. Like I said, Ryan was reserved. He's not the type of guy that checks out girls, if you know what I mean. Not even his wife. Anyway, I'm far from tall, standing about five-foot-six, but I keep myself in good shape and I'm rather proud of my body. I'm used to men checking me out, and while I tended to blush when I noticed their appreciation, I still liked it.
But Jake's attentions were my favorite, and that's what made him dangerous. Those first few months of knowing him, I found myself wearing more revealing clothing when he was around, fitted jeans or skirts instead of long dresses, and tight shirts and sweaters rather than frilly blouses. Almost every time Jake came over to visit, I made a point to throw on a skimpy bikini for a dip in our hot tub and/or pool, weather permitting. The truth was that I liked showing off for him. I got a reaction from him that I couldn't get from Ryan. Sure, Ryan would smile and tell me I looked great, but Jake would practically salivate at times, and that was the kind of attention that I secretly craved.
There was one particular occasion that stood out in my memory. I'd worn the skimpiest bikini I owned, a little black thing that contrasted nicely with my pale skin. There was barely enough material to cover my most private parts. The rest of it was barely-there straps. Jake and Ryan were already in the hot tub when I came out and got in with them, bringing two bottles of beer for them and a glass of wine for myself. When Ryan went inside to pee, Jake had looked over at me.
"You look good, Rebecca," he'd told me, voice low and sexy, but his expression was far from lecherous, more cautiously appreciative.
It was the most overt compliment he'd ever given me. I'd thanked him, and that was that, but I'd been certain his voice had been laced with pure desire, and my insides had clenched with heat. After Jake left, I practically begged my husband to have sex with me. It was always like that after Jake would leave. My body would be in a high state of arousal -- I'm talking high orbit here -- and I would relieve myself with Ryan. He never suspected anything, or if he did, he never indicated so.
Jake made his living selling high-end homes, the kinds that run low seven-figures. When the housing market went to hell, his income dwindled to nothing practically overnight, and with his spending habits, I guess, he didn't have any money saved for a rainy day. My husband came to Jake's rescue, offering him the use of our guest room, and Jake had accepted. He'd been living with us for a month.
The real trouble began when I stumbled upon something I shouldn't have. Jake was always seeing some new girl, and that night was no exception. I wasn't comfortable with him bringing women into our home, largely because the ecstatic sounds of his carnal activities were quite loud -- God, the sounds those women made, I
never
made noise like that! Ryan wasn't bothered by it. If anything, he was proud of his friend, happy for him, and rather amused by it all.
But that night was different. Ryan was working really late, as was the norm in for the last couple of years. I'd spent the last hour soaking in a hot bath with my iPod playing Owl City. I was still wearing my headphones -- largely because Jake had come home with a girl, and I didn't want to hear what they were doing -- when I donned a big fluffy robe and decided I could use a cup of hot cocoa. Tapping my fingertips against my thigh to the beat of 'Deer in the Headlights', I passed the door to Jake's room and couldn't help but notice that it wasn't quite closed. The hallway was dark, and there was very dim, flickering light coming out of Jake's room. Candles?
Against my better judgment, I peeked through the inch-wide crack, and what I saw took my breath away. The foot of Jake's bed faced the door, and there was a naked woman beneath him, her legs splayed wide outside of his thick arms. He was pumping his hips up and down and driving the biggest, thickest, longest penis I had ever seen in my life into the woman beneath him. They were facing away from me, so they had no idea I was watching them. Maybe that's why I didn't move.
There was no sound. The loud music in my ears masked everything. I stood there for I don't know how long, mesmerized by the sight of Jake's huge penis plunging in and out of his girl, of his incredibly tight butt and hugely muscled body powering his thrusts. Her clean-shaven vagina was lifted straight up, stretched wide around the gargantuan pole of flesh pushing into her. He would draw out of her until the wide tip of his penis distended the mouth of her vagina, his thick shaft glistening wetly, thoroughly soaked in her fluids, veins bulging obscenely along his length, then he would thrust back in. With every plunge, her anus clenched tight, winking right at me.
