The Edge Of Red

As I lay in bed, I stare at the door while my asshole of a husband snores in a deep sleep next to me. It’s a little after midnight, and as I lay here fully naked. I feel like I haven’t been touched in the longest time. But that’s a lie. My husband tries to touch me, but it’s rare. I don’t like it. Ever since he has put on weight, turned into a bigger asshole, and…other things, he seems careless about sex. He climaxes but doesn’t care about getting me to climax. He just lies there, forcing me to get on top of him and do all the work. And even then, he might last a minute and then push me off him.

           We fell out of love a year ago. I’d like to say I’ve never been in love with him. And this started a year ago. Tristan began to do it a few weeks ago. And I cannot believe I am allowing myself to do what I do with Tristan. It is a whirlwind of excitement, but it won’t last much longer. Tristan has to return to Texas, and then it is back to reality.

           “Mia.” Tristan’s voice carries in the pitch black, quietly calling out from the door. “Are you still awake?”

           “Yes,” I whisper back. “But be quiet. You might wake up Ambrose. What do you want?”

           I can hear the slightest movement from the door and the quick but soft sound of his feet against the carpet coming toward me. “Ambrose is not waking up. We both know when he snores, a freight train won’t wake him up.”

           My naked body slides against the silk sheets of the bed, a tiny bit of excitement trying to wave through my body, but I fight to stop it. “Okay. But what do you want?”

           Even in the pitch-black room, I can see his outline as he leans toward me. “A kiss.” He whispers, sending an instant arousing ache to my nipples and the weirdest heartbeat-like feeling in my pussy.

           I feel for his soft face. Unlike my husband, Tristan is sexy as hell. He has these deep brown eyes that can seduce a woman from a mile away. Every time he looks at someone…it doesn’t matter who the person is…he looks at them with conviction and like he’s in love with them. His short, faded buzz-cut hair is this incredible light and dark brown twisted together unlike any hair I’ve ever seen. He’s between five-seven and five-nine. And I only know this because I’m a mere five foot…if that. But we also have similar features. For obvious reasons, my hair is longer than his. I have shoulder-length, deep brown hair. But everything else is pretty close. I like to work out. I have brown eyes.

           I swallow the raging wildfire, trying to bust out of me. Because let’s be honest! His tone turns me on. My pussy throbs just thinking about his moans. And I can’t be doing that!

           “No.” My voice sounds soft but also confused. “I’m not kissing you. I am naked, in bed with my husband.”

           I can hear his soft and amused exhale. “And? I’m also fully naked. But all I’m asking for is a kiss. And again. You and I both know I could fuck your perfectly rounded ass and make you scream my name, and he still wouldn’t wake up.

           Jesus Christ! My nipples ache even more, and my pussy feels soaked without him even touching me. That’s what I get for having a husband who refuses to please me when I’m only twenty-four.

           “And we are not fucking.” I argue, knowing deep down I’d let his thick cock tear into me all fucking night.

           “I said a kiss, Mia.” He whispers, his minty breath brushing against my face, telling me he is getting closer.

           “And I said no, Tristan,” I command quietly while my lips wait for his. “I can’t kiss you. If I do, I’m going to want more. And I can’t have more. I’m lying naked next to my husband, and he’d notice if I were gone. He’s an asshole like that.”

           Tristan doesn’t waste a second, quickly pressing his stupidly hot and inviting lips to mine. A wildfire burns through my body, coursing through my veins, alerting every nerve ending in my body and causing my already-soaked pussy to become drenched. Did I just cum?

           I push my hands against his chest, peeling our lips while my heart pounds so fucking hard I’d swear it can be felt in the sheets of my bed. My erratic and shallow breaths are proof enough that I want him to take me, but it cannot happen. Not next to my sleeping husband.

           “There.” I quickly whisper and fight to struggle for a breath and fight my hand from reaching for his cock. “You got your kiss.”

           He softly slides his hand along my wrist as I feel his naked and chiseled chest. “You said you can’t leave your bed? But you own one of those fancy beds. You know. Those beds with two sides, and you could jump on your bed, and your husband wouldn’t feel it?”

           “Leave, Tristan,” I command, fighting the strong desire to slide his cock into my mouth. “You got your kiss…”

           I can’t finish talking because he returns his lips to mine, once again, fueling that seductive fire burning deep in my core. This causes my fingers to slowly trickle down his chest to the V of his stomach, and I feel his naked pelvic area. A wave of euphoric arousal waves through me. My hand slides across his thick and hardened cock, causing my heart to skip and my body to tremble. Jesus Fucking Christ! I am so fucking aroused!

           His tongue caresses my entire mouth like he’s searching for love when, in reality, it’s just lust. His hand slides along my hard nipples, making me whimper from the back of my throat while my pussy begs me to let him take me.

           The snores from my husband remind me that I am in bed with the man I married, and some guy I just met this past month currently has me in a sex hold. And my husband isn’t giving me any form of pleasure, attention, or love. Tristan gave me all of it in the past week…even though we’ve been eyeing each other down for the past month.

           My hand fights my brain as I stroke his cock while feeling the warmth of my husband's body a foot from mine. Tristan groans softly from the back of his throat and helps me by thrusting himself into my hand. He thrusts again, and again, and again while his pre-cum glazes my hand.

           He peels his lips from mine. “Okay. If we aren’t fucking, we need to stop. Because now I am overly aroused, and I need to go release myself.”

           He can’t see the amused smile on my face. “Please. You and I know you didn’t come here just for a kiss.”

           “Turn your body in the direction of your husband.” He commands and guides my body.

I do as he says, and the excitement inside me twists with the fear of the unknown while my husband snores his life away.

           I swallow the terror of the unknown as I feel him slide into bed behind me, his arm quickly wrapping over my naked body and the tip of his cock pressing against my ass cheek. My heart drops as Ambrose’s snores stop…and then he returns to snoring. I’m a nasty bitch, and I don’t care.

           The shakiness in my breath is clear, and my body is shaking like a person with an addiction waiting for their fix. “This is crazy,” I whisper and then gasp as I feel his cock penetrate my pussy.

           His hand slides across my mouth as he slides his warm and thick cock into me with ease. My body releases a euphoric wave of energy, and my pounding heart begins to slow as I feel like a wave of pleasure mixed with comfort has swept across me.

           He thrusts, and my muffled moan fills his hand as he keeps my mouth covered. My body grinds along with his as he thrusts again, but slowly and quietly. His warm body is begging me to grind harder, but that can’t happen. Not without waking up Ambrose. All I can do is wave my ass against his pelvis.

           Both of our breaths are rapid and shallow, fighting to stay as quiet as possible, which seems impossible with each thrust of his thick cock filling me with pleasure that only he seems to be capable of giving me.

           He brings his warm lips to my ear. “How does it feel to get fucked next to your husband?”

           I fight to stay quiet. “Fuck me harder,” I whisper, barely getting the words out.

           He slides his hand back over my mouth and his lips clamp to my neck, sending a euphoric wave to my core, my pussy spasming and causing me to cum. This causes more muffled moans from me into his hand. And the fear of my husband waking up only seems to intensify the arousal Tristan is giving me.

           Tristan removes his hand from my mouth, and in an instant, I feel his fingers sliding against my clit. “Jesus!” I cry out in a high-pitched but quiet as possible moan.

           He fingers my clit while his thick cock forces the walls of my pussy to wrap tight around it. My trembling body hasn’t even fully orgasmed yet, and I’ve had more pleasure in the last five minutes than I’ve had this past week with him. I don’t know if it’s the pleasure twisted with the fear of getting busted, but I fucking love it. I’m loving the way his fingers caress my clit. I love the way his cock slides into my pussy. I love the way his warm body wraps around mine.

           My husband’s snores stop, and we both freeze in place. My heart sinks because I know he’s woken up. I can’t stop my rapidly escaping breaths, nor Tristan’s. There’s no fucking way in hell. Ambrose isn’t going to notice the two of our breaths. They are too loud and rapid.

           “If you want.” Ambrose mumbles. “Just don’t tell my wife. She might get mad.”

           I purse my lips tightly, praying he isn’t waking up. He always mumbles before he wakes up. And… “Mia,” Ambrose says, sending my heart deeper into my stomach and my body to tense up. This is it! Tristan is going to die.

           “Yes,” I say softly, trying my best to hide my quick breaths.

           The sound of his body turning over is clear, but just like I already knew, Tristan is right. The bed we have makes it impossible to feel Ambrose’s body moving around. That means he cannot feel me moving. It must be my moans or rapid breathing that woke him up.

           He yawns. “Oh. I didn’t know if you were sleeping.”

           Tristan slowly and quietly slides his thick cock out of me, forcing me to whimper, but I quickly cover it with a cough. I feel his body slowly roll away from mine.

           I cough again, trying to hide the sound of his feet against the plush carpet as he leaves the room. “I was sleeping, baby. But you scared me with your snoring. Now I’m awake.”

           “Oh. Too bad.” He says somewhat rudely.

           Fucking asshole!

           I’m trembling from the sex combined with the fear of getting busted. My heart can’t beat any fucking faster, and the beads of sweat on my forehead are increasing. My pussy has not had enough, yet it’s had more in ten minutes than it’s had in the past three years with this ass-fuck.

           “Sorry.” I rudely say back. “I need sleep in life. And you, waking me up like this is beginning to become a lot.”

           He slides his hand along my naked body, and for the first time, he’s making me cringe and want to recoil. “Well…” He says and pauses. “I’ll take this bed to myself. You can go sleep on the couch.”

           “There are spare bedrooms,” I argue.

           “No.” He argues back in a mumble. “Tristan has one. Elijah has the other. Becca has the last one. We have no other bedrooms. So, you sleep in this bed with me or on the couch until they all return home. Your choice. I would prefer us to solve this situation so I can sleep peacefully, too.”

           I fucking hate but still manage to love him! Fuck him! He’s a piece of shit! He’s an asshole! Yet, at the same damn time, he’d probably still jump in front of a bullet for me…unlikely, but possible. He has no fucking clue. I’m going to divorce him as soon as I get the chance.

           “Either way,” I say and slide out of bed, my legs feeling like they could give out as I stand. “I need some water.”

           I head toward the bedroom door and slip out. I stand in place near the door for what feels like five minutes, but maybe one minute at most. And…there it is! He’s back to snoring. Good! This causes me to head toward the kitchen, my pussy still throbbing, drenched, and wanting more from Tristan, but I know that’s not going to happen. Ambrose waking up scared the shit out of him, and rightfully so.

           The walls in this mansion's hallway are beautiful white with a soft ivory tone and lined with pictures of nature. The marble floor leads me to the modern-style luxury kitchen.

           My finger presses the touch screen on the fridge, opening it, and I watch in amazement as the door opens on its own. I’ve had this for a year, and it still blows my mind.

I quickly reach for a glass bottle of water.  I then spin around, still fully naked, and lean against the deep oak kitchen island top, which sits on a pebble-formed island center.

           “You’re already bent over,” I hear a seductive tone, and it surprises me.

           My eyes widen the slightest bit as I look at his still-hardened cock and naked yet very fucking sexy body. “And you’re naked in my kitchen. Aren’t you afraid of getting busted?”

           His hot and sexy lips curl into a seductive smile as he advances to me, sliding his hands along my hips and sending trembles of arousal through me while I remain partially bent over and leaning my elbows on the kitchen island.

           He wraps my hair in his hand and gently pulls my head back, causing me to whimper. He brings his lips to my ear. “Do you want me to fuck you right here? Or are you going back to bed unfinished?”

           I release a seductive laugh. “Ambrose ruined that.”

           I tense from the pleasure his fingers send to me as he slides them across my soaked pussy lips. “Doesn’t feel like he’s ruined anything. But if you don’t want it…”

           He releases my hair and moves his other fingers from my pussy. I exhale a shaky breath as my body begs me to take him. This causes me to wrap my hand around his wrist, stopping him. I raise my ass and guide my pussy toward his warm cock.

He grabs the hint and wastes no time pressing his hand against my lower back, forcing me to bend over against the island. “So, you do still want this.”

           “That’s a dumb thing to ask,” I say, releasing a long breath through my nose as my teeth clamp my bottom lip. He slowly slides his thick cock back into me, almost struggling to get it in and continuing what we started, feeling like we never stopped.

           His hand tickles my lower back, forcing me to arch it further as his cock slams into me. His thrusts are forceful but in the most passionate and pleasurable way possible. I try to moan, but he’s quick to slide his hand over my mouth, covering it to keep my moans from echoing throughout the house.

           He slides the tip of his tongue along my ear while his cock drives into me. “We don’t have to be easy anymore. We aren’t lying right next to your husband. But you still have to be quiet.”

           I tilt my head back and turn it, our lips almost touching as he slams into me again, his pelvis slapping against my ass cheeks. “That’s too bad. The way you fuck me makes it impossible to be quiet.”

           He tugs my hair harder, forcing my head to tilt back more. “Do I have to gag you?”

           Beads of sweat trickle down my face as my heart fights to bust out of my chest, and my pussy throbs around his cock, helping him. Cum drips down my inner thighs, and my body wants to give out as his deep and seductive tone fills my ears like candy to my tongue.

           I run the tip of my tongue along my lips. “The only way you’d gag me is if you slid your cock into my mouth. And I like being gagged.”

           “Jesus, Mia. You’re going to make me cum.”

           My lips curl into a sex-ridden smile. “Isn’t that the point?”

           He shakes his head and thrusts into me again, forcing more cum to trickle out of me like a busted faucet. “Not until you orgasm.”

           Euphoric pleasure waves through me as he releases those words. My inner core is already busted open, and cum has no issue flowing out of me like lava slowly moving down a volcano. I’m so fucking close to orgasm that it’s not going to take much. Who am I kidding? I think I’ve already orgasmed once.

           “I’m serious, Mia. I’m so fucking close to orgasm. And given where we are and who’s here, I have no choice but to be a little faster.”

           I shrug my shoulder with a look that screams ‘Not my problem.’… “And I’m serious, Tristan. You’re the one who bent me over this island and decided to fuck me. If you want me to orgasm…”

           I don’t get to finish talking. He slides his cock out of me, quickly grabbing onto my arm to spin me around, making me feel helpless for a split second. He then slides his hands around the back side of my legs and promptly raises me. A high-pitched and sexual-sounding chuckle pours out of my mouth loudly, and I slap my hand over my mouth.

           Within seconds, he has my legs wrapped around his shoulders, his head buried between them, and my ass is six feet in the air.

           “What are you doing?” I question with a serious yet heavy-breathed tone as my hands grip his hair, holding on for dear life.

           I release a hand and quickly slap it over my mouth as a moan pours out of me. His mouth wraps around my clit and part of my pussy. He begins to create this suction and his tongue rolls along my clit with the most pleasurable feeling.

           “Jesus!” I cry out in pleasure, no longer giving a shit if people hear me. I tap my hand on his arm as his hands dig into my legs to keep me held the way he has me. “Tristan, I’m…” I can’t say another word because my breath hitches, and my eyes feel like they are going to roll into the back of my head as a rush of arousing pleasure squirts from me and into his mouth.

           My legs shake, and my ass rolls on him, me grinding into his face as I orgasm in a way I’ve never fucking felt. Yet, I’m married, and my husband has never once put his mouth on my pussy because he’s a bitch, so why would I know what this feels like?

           “Tristan!” I moan, almost inaudible. “I’m…”

           He pulls his head from my legs and raises it. He has this smile like he’s been fed and loved every second of it. “I know, beautiful. That was worth every ounce of it.”

           He brings me back to the kitchen island countertop in a quick, magical slip-and-slide. He quickly slides his hand around my neck, gently applying pressure with that seductive smile still on his face.

           I whip my hair back and spread my legs. “Finish.”

           It’s obvious he’s extremely close to finishing. The flushed redness in his face. The rapid and heavy breaths he’s releasing. That sex-drunk look in his eyes.

           He guides me to turn to my side. He lays me down, my naked body against the cold, deep oak wood. He bends my knees in, putting me in a fetal-type position. “Don’t move.” He commands and slides his fiery cock against the lips of my pussy.

           The gasp coming out of me is loud and breathy as he slips into me. His hand press against my ass, forcing me to twist more than I already am. He’s cautious but fast and hard. His breaths are quick, and his eyes gaze along the edge of my body, my ass, and my legs.

           His thrusts are fast, and hard, and obvious that he’s building up to release.

           My body burns with pleasure as my pussy clenches tightly around his cock, pulling him in, and I watch as he tilts his head back. His rapid breaths turn to moans and then gasps as his thick cock expands and throbs deep inside of me.

           I slap his hand. “You’re coming inside of me.”

           He lowers his head. My body trembles and feels like dopamine bombs are exploding all over me as I release another massive orgasm all over his cock, forcing him to slide out of me. Whatever bit of cum he has left spits onto my ass as I release, moaning so fucking loud there is no way someone isn’t hearing this.