The Double (Erotic Story Excerpt)
She hopes the passionate romps are a sign of good things to come….
I remember the moment it started like it was yesterday: You came home from work with a “just because” gift — roses and a box of artisan chocolates from that place I like downtown. I was gobsmacked when I saw it. Getting you to buy something nice for me for Christmas or my birthday or Valentine’s Day was usually like pulling teeth with you. Gift giving just wasn’t your style. Doing things, even little things, just because you were thinking of me was never your modus operandi. So when you walked through the door with those gifts, it burned into my brain because of the sheer novelty of it.
“Oh my God, Dean, what’s all this for?” I asked you as you handed me my presents and wrapped the moment up in a bow of your sweet kiss.
“Why does it have to be for anything?”
“Well, it’s just that I know you hate shopping, so I can’t imagine why you’d go out of your way to do this. It’s not any special occasion I’m aware of.”
“I don’t need a special occasion to show my wife how much I love her,” you told me.
That made me melt inside. In the back of my mind I was telling Maria to go fuck herself and work on her own marital problems. Because despite his flaws and faults and fuck ups, my man loves me. This proves it. After all those years of giving me shit, she was going to eat her words — and I couldn’t wait to shove that plate full of crow right down her throat.
I was so overjoyed, as soon as I filled the crystal vase with water and plopped the flowers inside, I ran into your arms. You held me tight, as if your body was telling me that everything was going to be okay — that our marriage, while it had its hiccups, was going to be more solid than ever. I was finally going to have that happily ever after dream come true. I was going to ride off into the sunset with the man of my dreams and forever be treated the way you were treating me in that moment.
You squeezed me around my waist, pressing me so close to you that everything else — the fights, the hurt feelings, the lies — seemed to melt away. It was like we had miraculously been teleported back to the beginning of our relationship, when we could do no wrong in each other’s eyes.
You started sweetly kissing my neck, something I don’t remember you doing before. You were slow, romantic, deliberate — I wasn’t used to it. Over the years, you became a “wham bam, thank you ma’am” type, even though I begged you for a little bit more foreplay, a little bit more tenderness. I always hated feeling rushed as if you were paying for me by the hour. But that night I thought, “Wow, it finally sank in. He finally listened to what I’ve been telling him all these years.”
What you never seemed to understand was that taking a little bit of time — not even that much — would rev me up more than throwing me on the bed like some savage. You were finally figuring out the combination to my safe, and you had no idea that you were about to unlock a night full of carnal pleasures that you hadn’t imagined.
You were about to unlock a night full of carnal pleasures….
But as you may recall, that came later. I was just enjoying you kissing my neck gently, as if you didn’t have a care in the world or a place to go. Then your lips brushed against my cheek, setting my face on fire and making my heart pound for you. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so much love and desire for you. Up until that point, I felt like we were nothing more than roommates with benefits — and to be honest, the benefits weren’t all that beneficial most of the time.
You filled my flushed cheek with warm kisses, stoking my fires with each touch of your mouth. Then you maneuvered your lips onto mine, continuing with your gentle movements. After brushing your lips against mine several times, you slowly cocked your head to the side and opened my mouth with your tongue. Our tongues danced a slow waltz in each other’s mouths, and I felt your hands running up and down my back. I had my arms firmly wrapped around your neck, and took the opportunity to stroke the back of your head, your soft, freshly cut hair filling my palm.
You pulled away and whispered in my ear, “Jessica, would you like to go upstairs?”
I nodded. I don’t know if you noticed it through our clothes, but my nipples had gotten hard up against your chest, and I was definitely excited for you to undress me and press your naked body up against mine.
As if we were players in a soap opera or romance novel, you lifted me off my feet and carried me up the stairs. I tried to remember if you had ever done that before…do you know? I wondered if you did it on our wedding night — carry me over the threshold of that cheap motel room, the only one we could afford at the time, where we ravaged each other all weekend long until we went on our road trip down the coast. But that was a lifetime ago; I wasn’t sure it actually happened that way.
But it did happen that particular day. My heart jumped with anticipation and surprise. I didn’t know what had gotten into you, but I have to tell you it made me so hot that I couldn’t wait for you to get into me.
Like I said, slow and steady wins the race. Maybe if you had listened a long time ago, we wouldn’t have gotten into the marital mess we were in.
You carried me to the bed, and I expected you to revert back to your old ways — throwing me down and jumping on top of me to speed up the interlude. I was pleasantly surprised that you gently laid me down on your side of the bed and crawled in next to me, holding me tight and looking into my eyes.
“I love you, Jessica,” you whispered in my ear.
“I love you too, Dean.”
“I know things have not been going well…not for a very long time. I know that much of it is my fault. I’m sorry.”
“You are?” I asked. Did you hear the tremble in my voice when I did? Did you know how long I had longed to hear you say something like that? Did you know all I wanted was a little bit of acknowledgment that I had legitimate grievances and wasn’t going crazy? Did you know how much it meant to me for you to say something like that, for you to finally take some responsibility for the things that had gone wrong in our relationship?
You were slow, romantic, deliberate….
In those three little sentences, you made my day, my month, my year…my life. That was all I ever wanted, for us to get back on the same page. And that night it seemed like the first paragraphs had been written.
“I am. Jessica, I know I can be difficult — maybe even an asshole. But I swear, it was never my intention to hurt you. You’re the most important thing in my life; you have to know that. Do you know that?”
I didn’t, but I lied.
“Of course,” I whispered in the most convincing way I could muster. “I just want you to pay more attention to me, to keep my feelings in mind when you do things. I don’t think that’s asking for a lot.”
“You’re right. I’ve been selfish. But that’s all going to change.”
“Thank you.”
I couldn’t have been happier, so when you pressed your face against mine again, I was excited to receive your tongue in my mouth. You tasted like chocolate; I assumed you couldn’t resist the samples on display when you went to the candy store. And I have to tell you, that was the best tasting chocolate, the sweetest, richest confection I ever had. Our tongues twirled in each other’s mouths slowly, and then I surprised you by picking up the pace. I rolled over on top of you, kissing you feverishly and dry humping your crotch.
I know this is going to sound weird, Dean, but I was pleasantly surprised that you didn’t already have an erection. I know, who says that? No one thinks a soft man is good to find. But, in my mind, it meant that everything you said to me was sincere. You weren’t saying it because you were raging with hormones and doing whatever you had to do to get your cock in me. In my mind, what you said was heartfelt because it wasn’t just the means to a sexual end — it meant you really did want to work on our relationship.
And that meant everything to me.
It also got my motors running. So much to your surprise, I unbuttoned your pants and pulled them down to your knees. It didn’t take long for me to work on your underwear, pulling your boxers down swiftly by the waistband and resting them on top of your pants. Without ceremony, I took your cock in my mouth and started to work you up. I massaged your hairy balls in my hands, and listened to you moan slightly from above my head.
“Do you see all the benefits you get when you’re nice to me?” I thought.
Your body soon responded to my stimulation. Your cock quickly expanded in my mouth, filling me up until the head tickled the back of my throat. You rested your hand on my head, stroking my hair lightly. That turned me on even more, and I continued to gulp down your cock, sliding your shaft in and out of my mouth — first slowly, and then with wild abandon.
I was definitely excited for you to undress me and press your naked body up against mine.
I gripped your balls in my fist, massaging them and even sometimes pinching them, as they tightened up between my fingers. I bobbed my head up and down your hard on, admiring how big and thick and wet you were, how you slipped easily inside of my throat. I absolutely inhaled every single inch of you, as you moaned and played with my hair. Usually this would be around the time that you’d be ready to squirt your creamy goodness in my face like some kind of porn star, but instead you surprised me by letting me know you didn’t want to come yet…instead you wanted to work on me.
I don’t know if that was a line or not, but it certainly did the trick. I was already drenched downstairs, and by the time your soft, wet tongue slid up and down my pussy, I could’ve exploded right then and there. You nibbled on my clit, stuck your tongue deep into my walls, and took care of me as if it didn’t even matter to you whether you came or not. If you hadn’t noticed, that kind of sexual altruism has always been a turn on for me. And the fact that you actually listened, and it finally got through your thick head, was equally enticing. My heart pounded with every lick, with every suck, with every second. I had never been so turned on. I’d never been so close to you. And while I was enjoying the best oral I had ever received, I longed to feel you inside of me. I couldn’t wait until your cock slid deep inside of my walls, filling me up with every thrust.
When I told you that, your reaction surprised me. It was as if you didn’t want to stop licking my pussy. I wasn’t about to complain, but I needed more. You happily obliged, and you slowly entered me, making me feel a kind of heaven that I was aching for. I wiggled my hips up and down, slowly at first but then with more ferocity, but you actually told me to slow down. That was a strange but welcome surprise.
I was also surprised when after slow, deliberate lovemaking, I came before you did. It was such a good feeling to release like that, to release with you after all those times I didn’t. I tried not to dwell on the fact that throughout most of our marriage, you seemed to have no problem getting the orgasm you wanted, while leaving me high and dry as you rolled over and fell asleep. It was nice to orgasm because of your cock for a change. Most of the time, I was only coming from a penis of the mechanical variety.
And because you were so loving and generous, I wanted to give you something you always asked for, but I don’t always want to give. I told you to flip me over, lifting my ass in the air for you to invade it with your hard cock. And you did. By then you were out of your mind with lust, and you quickly entered me and started pumping my tight asshole until I could feel the twitch before the flood.
We spent the rest of the night in each other’s arms, kissing and talking and laughing and just enjoying being together. By the time I fell asleep, I was overjoyed because I knew that the new leaf of our marriage had been turned. It was a fresh start. It was everything I had been asking for.
Want to know what happens next in Jessica and Dean’s relationship? Check out The Double for the rest of their story.
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