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In the two weeks following James' shocking confession regarding his fantasy, Jane really felt like things were looking up for the two of them. Particularly in the bedroom as their sex life had been injected with a fire that hadn't been there in some time, if ever at all.
She had found herself imagining it every time they had sex, which happened to be every night since his admission. She would whisper into her husband's ear, telling him how she imagined another man taking her from behind while he watched. And each time her words seemed to feed James' forbidden fantasy to the point he couldn't control himself, usually finishing just seconds later.
This was exactly what was happening this particular evening as Jane lay beneath her husband, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist while he pounded into her. James' thrusts were sharp and determined as he attempted to match the intensity of her filthy whispers.
"Oh fuck, baby, that's it," she panted, raking her nails down his back. "I can feel him inside me, fucking me so hard. You love it, don't you baby?"
James grunted in response, his hips slamming into hers with furious abandon. Jane could feel his cock twitching inside her as the thought of another man's hands exploring her body sent her spiraling towards climax.
"I can feel how hard that makes you," she goaded, reaching up and stroking his cheek. "Does that make you want to cum, thinking about him fucking me?" Jane whispered breathlessly as she ran her fingers through James' hair.
"Fuck, yes," he gasped, thrusting deeper into her.
"Mmm, that's right," she moaned. "I'm going to do it, baby. I'm going to let him fuck me so hard. I'm going to wait till you're at work and I'm going to let him fuck me right here in our bed."
This was further than Jane had pushed their dirty talk before and she wondered if perhaps she'd gone too far, made it a bit too real for him to handle. Did he actually want to hear this much detail about this hypothetical stranger and her hypothetical infidelity?
But she needn't have worried. As soon as the graphic words escaped her lips, James let out a high-pitched moan and came hard inside her, his cock twitching with every spurt of warm cum.
Jane let out a low groan herself, however not from the same sense of sexual satisfaction that drove her husband's. This had been the unwelcome part of their new found dynamic. For James to climax and finish in record time while her own arousal remained unquenched.
Jane loved driving her husband crazy with talk of another man, loved even more how sexually charged it got her, but the problem was it often left her wanting and unsatisfied. He rarely lasted 5 or 10 minutes, and this time she seemed to have really triggered him, he hadn't made it past 3 minutes. She would just have to take matters into her own hands later when she was alone, she thought. That was becoming her norm.
"Fuck," James panted, collapsing beside her, still trying to catch his breath.
"Did you like that last part?" Jane asked, pulling herself up onto her elbow.
She couldn't help but feel a pang of frustration as she looked at her husband, still struggling to steady his breathing, knowing full well he'd gotten what he needed while she had not.
"Oh my god, that was hot," James gasped, wiping the sweat from his brow.
Jane nodded in agreement, although her mind was still focused on the fact that she had yet to reach her own orgasm.
"Oh yeah?" she asked, running her finger down his damp chest to reach his softening erection. "You like the thought of me being taken by my secret lover while you're at work, baby?" she teased, hoping to ignite him again in order to fulfill her own desperate need to finish.
"You're a naughty girl," he chuckled, leaning over to kiss her on the forehead, before rolling out of bed and heading to the bathroom.
Jane watched his soft cock bounce slightly as he walked away. She sighed as she turned onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. It was becoming a familiar feeling, she thought, this sexual frustration following their all too quick love making.
She needed to figure out a way to make sure she finished first. She thought about just how crazy her dirty talk drove her husband and how the more real she made it, the quicker he finished. It may just be a fantasy for him, but his reaction was anything but.
For the past two weeks, she'd tried to interpret his reactions, to understand if he really did just enjoy the dirty talk or if he was signalling to her that he may want more. That while he couldn't admit it, either to her or maybe to himself, that he may want her to push things further.
She thought about just asking him, but something told her that wouldn't lead to the result she was secretly hoping for. All indications suggested the idea appealed to him but he may find it too embarrassing to admit to her that he wanted more, so she may not get an honest answer anyhow. She would need to gauge his reactions, slip in subtle hints and see how he responded. She hated the thought of manipulating him, but at this point, she really hoped that she could get him to concede that he wanted to explore this idea further.
As James came out of the bathroom and climbed back into bed, Jane thought about how she could initiate this conversation without making him feel uncomfortable. She certainly didn't want to embarrass him or make him feel as though she was pressuring him into something. It was his fantasy, after all. She would start by telling him how much she enjoyed their newfound lovemaking style, how it made her feel sexy and desired. Tell him how much she appreciated his honesty and vulnerability in sharing his secret with her. And that if it was truly something he got off on, and clearly it was, that perhaps she would be willing to experiment further. For his sake, of course.
But Jane knew she may only get one chance at this, to help guide him to agree to what he really wanted but may be scared to admit. What she wanted as well, she supposed, but she would need to be cautious about that part.
What she did know was this was not the time to bring it up. One thing had become all too clear with all of this: James was very into it right up until the point his orgasm hit. After that, he barely wanted to talk about the topic at all. She would need to time it just right and use that knowledge to her advantage. It may take a bit of time and patience, she thought, but if she played it just right what a turning point it could be for their relationship. One she couldn't have even imagined just a couple of weeks ago.
On Wednesday, Jane was shocked to see Chris walk into her class and sit in his usual seat. He and his new girlfriend had actually been expelled from school on Monday, apparently for getting caught in the guys' locker room having sex. Well, to be more specific, his girlfriend was giving him head. The story had spread through the school and had been the hot gossip topic for the past two days, making the two of them somewhat infamous in their absence.
But now here he was, slouched down in his chair typing away on his phone with a smirk on his face, ignoring her and the rest of the class completely.
Jane didn't dare question him. After what had happened several weeks ago, she'd done everything she could to avoid any type of confrontation with him, for fear of falling into his line of sights again. So she didn't say a word.
During her last period of the day, the school intercom crackled and she heard Principal Spellman call her to the office. She heard the students being to murmur and tease her.
"Oh, oh, someone's in trouble," she heard one of them call out, before the others broke into laughter.
"Ok, ok," she said, attempting a smile. "Everyone get started on reading tonight's assignment. I will be back shortly."
As Jane made her way down the hallway, she tried to imagine why she'd been called to see Barry Spellman. It was rare that a teacher would be called from their class unless it was something important. She began to fear the worst. Had there been an accident? Something wrong with James, perhaps? She made her way faster and finally entered the reception area.
