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Vince paused, frowning. He looked down at his glass of water and listened as hard as he could. There was a quiet noise in the background, a wet squelching sound almost too quiet to hear. “I bent her over the bathtub,” Vince said.
Lorelei tried to suppress a gasp, followed by a quiet moan. It became very clear to Vince that she was touching herself. It was clear that she was into this weird fantasy of him with another woman. Vince wasn’t about to disappoint his wife.
“I gripped her hips and ravaged her,” Vince said, his voice turning husky, his blood pressure rising. His mind pulled up the recent memory in colorful detail. The girl had been so taut and tiny and just thinking about cementing his hands around her waist was enough to get him excited. He grew hard, pulsing against the fabric of the crotch of his pants.
Lorelei seemed to be having a similarly good time. She wasn’t trying to hide her pleasure anymore. Soft moans emitted from her end of the phone line, slightly muffled by her movements.
“That tight little hole of hers . . .” Vince grumbled. “Man, I did her raw.”
A shaking moan burst from Lorelei’s mouth. “Yes. Yes. Yes!”
“I put my fingers down her throat as I slammed into her,” Vince said. “Made her taste my skin before I switched and pillaged her tight, little ass.”
Vince could hear his wife pleasuring herself, the sound of her wet skin sliding against her fingers.
“Shot my load up inside her,” he said, his voice almost a growl. “Watched as it oozed out of her.”
His wife went silent. Vince felt his heart skip a beat as he waited for Lorelei to react.
A throaty laugh burst into his ear. “You asshole,” Lorelei playfully chided. “You didn’t do any such thing.”
Vince leaned forward on the countertop, feeling the marble bite into his bony elbows. “Yeah,” he said. “Figured that was a step too far.”
“Just a little. Was there even a girl in our house?”
“There was,” Vince said. “And she was getting herself off, too. She rushed out of the house so quickly I didn’t even have a chance to ask who she was or why she was here.”
“Weird.” Her word hung between them. All of the passion had dissipated, snuffed out. He should have known there was no way she’d fall for it; he’d taken his lustful tale too far. She knew he wouldn’t cum inside someone else, let alone a teenager who had broken into their house. That just wasn’t his style.
“Did you watch the security footage?” Lorelei asked.
“I did. You’ll never guess how she got into the yard—she climbed the Royces’ tree and dropped into the pool.”
“What?” Lorelei’s voice was brimming with excitement. “Who was she?”
“No idea,” Vince mused, his thoughts drifting off once more. “I doubt that’s the last we’ll be seeing of her though.” If the girl was crazed enough to climb a tree, break into someone’s home, and finger herself in their bathroom with one of his suits pressed against her nose, he was sure she wasn’t finished.
Chapter three
It's so hard
Vincecouldbarelyconcentrate.He’d been sitting in his home office for a couple of hours, hunched over his laptop, trying to work. The most pressing thing on his mind was a huge upcoming project for an international financial company. They owned a load of banks and were trying to expand into new territory, which meant more buildings were needed. That was where Vince came in. For now, he was in the planning stages, trying to find a design style, trying to surmise what would fit and what would stand out. It was usually the best part of the process, but as soon as he got started on this particular project, he realized he was wrong. This company didn’t know what they wanted, not an inkling, and they didn’t have locations locked down yet. Vince was therefore left doing triple the work to cover all the possibilities. So far, they had narrowed their decisions down to Thailand or Brazil—countries with completely different styles and metropolitan areas. Vince was looking forward to visiting both countries. He often got to jet around the world while location scouting, always on his company’s dime. That was the silver lining, he supposed.
Vince let his head hang forward, his shoulders slumped, and his lips scrunched into a pout. His hands closed over his eyes, cradling his head. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, trying to force himself to relax. No matter how hard he tried, he wasn’t going to get any work done this afternoon. Not only did he miss his wife, but he couldn’t stop thinking about everything in the future. There was so much piling up around him and there was nothing he could do about it.
Not only that, but the girl who had broken into their home kept popping into his mind. Images of her naked body played like a flipbook, arousing him. Vince couldn’t help but feel guilty. He’d never once thought about cheating on his wife, but there was something about that girl—she’d managed to worm her way into his brain and taken root there.
There was something about the way she’d touched herself so brazenly in someone else’s home; how she’d screamed out his name and called himDaddy. It was all so strange; he couldn’t put it into words.
Forcing himself to sit down and work wasn’t going to make anything better, so Vince got up from his desk and exited his office. He needed a nice, long workout. There was no other way for him to release the built-up tension.
The gym was in the room next door to his office. One wall was covered in floor-to-ceiling mirrors and all of the equipment faced them. Vince looked over his weight machine, all of the weights were sorted into small piles around it on the floor, and instantly felt tired looking at it all. So, he turned on the treadmill.
Vince was going to go hard on this workout. There was so much pressure on him, coming at him from all sides, and he needed to relieve it or he’d explode. If only Lorelei were here, he thought bitterly. He’d blow his load and spend a couple of hours in bed with his beautiful wife. Since she was away, blowing his load was off the table—he never jerked it; it had never interested him. Lorelei loved guzzling his semen, licking it from her lips, and wiping it off her cheeks to suck off her fingers. Why would he waste his seed when he could just wait for his wife to come up and take it all down her throat?
Vince selectedmarathonon the treadmill then stepped onto the sides of the machine, waiting for the belt to start moving. This treadmill was a couple of years old now and long overdue for a service. Every time he used it, he made a mental note to book someone to come and look at it, but he always forgot. When the machine purred to life, Vince grabbed the handles on either side of the machine and set his feet onto the belt. He began to walk, matching his speed to the moving belt. It gradually increased in speed until he was moving in a light jog. It didn’t take long for the sweat to bead from his pores, then it was cascading down his body and soaking into his clothes. Within fifteen minutes he was patting down his forehead every couple of minutes with a towel, stopping the sweat from dripping into his eyes. Tension and stress oozed out of his muscles, prisoned lust careened out of him with each panting breath. This was just what he needed. His legs working until they ached; his mind cleared, his whole world narrowing until the only things left were him and the treadmill.
When his forty-five minutes were up, the treadmill started to slow down. Vince put both of his feet on the sides of the machine. He hung his head as he watched the blurred belt slow beneath him. His heaving, gasping breaths began to slow and steady. Finally, the belt stopped and stepped off the machine. He could barely walk to the other side of the room, where he’d put his cell phone. He was exhausted, spent.
