Payback: The Complete Edition Page 3

  The first spurt flew out and hit the pale skin of my breasts, warm and slick. I gasped, feeling the hot slap of the thick, virile semen as it shot out of him. Just the sight of that first burst made me tingle unbearably between my legs, and as the second wad sprayed across my stomach, I moaned, writhing underneath him, pressing my legs together to squeeze a little ecstasy out of my poor, aching pussy.

  The last few drops fell onto my stomach and I marvelled at him, my cheeks furiously red and flushed with disbelief. I couldn't believe what we'd done. What I'd let him do. I bit my lip, watching his chest as his breathing slowed. He looked down at me.

  “You're amazing.” He breathed.

  I grinned madly back at him, covered in the proof he'd so generously provided.

  He was looking up at me now from the bed; the same grin, the covers loosely thrown around his waist. “I've thought about that day a lot, you know.”

  “You still think about me?”

  “Well, I say think. I mean picture.”

  I grinned, picturing him again with his hand wrapped around his cock, fantasizing about me. I couldn't help but be flattered by it. “Are you trying to embarrass me?” I asked.

  He turned onto his side. “I mean it. I think about you. And I don't think any of it was wasted time.”

  I smiled, but I didn't believe it. “Look at us now.” I sighed. “We could have been doing this years ago before... Before Carl.”

  “Carl.” Luke echoed, frowning.

  I looked down. “I shouldn't have mentioned him, sorry”

  Luke placed his hand on my leg. “Don't be. It kind of makes the whole thing more exciting somehow, doesn't it?”

  I looked at him, the light of mischief shining in his eyes. Maybe that was it. That was why this was so exciting to him, the idea of taking another man's woman. Having that woman choose to leave another man for him.

  It had certainly made last night, and this morning more intense for me. And it somehow eased the anger I felt at Carl, turning it into a kind of twisted satisfaction. The thought of fucking Luke in Carl's own home, surrounded by Carl's possessions made it all the more delicious.

  I sighed, picking up my phone. “Guess I'd better call in sick.”

  He smoothed his hand over my thigh. “Guess you better had.”

  I smiled as I waited for the calling tone on the phone. I'd have to lie, of course. But I imagined the scandalised looks from the girls in the office if they'd only known. Maybe I could tell Sarah though. She could be trusted. And I knew she'd get a kick out of it.

  “Good morning, department 3a?” It was Alice, one of the biggest gossips in reception. So no honesty for me this morning.

  “Hi Alice.” I sputtered. “Afraid I'm not going to make it in today.”

  “Oh no!” She exclaimed. “What's up?”

  As she said 'up,' Luke rolled back the sheets to expose his cock, already stiffening at the thought of spending the morning inside me. He nodded at it, raising his eyebrows expectantly. I covered my mouth, blushing a little.

  “Uh... Just a flu thing. Some kind of bug going round.”

  “That's not like you.”

  There are a lot of things going on that aren't like me, I thought, biting my tongue.

  “I know. I think it's Carl's fault.” I said, watching Luke's cock. He reached over to me to stroke my leg, under the towel. I bit my lip, stifling a sigh under my breath.

  “You got it off him? Is it contagious?” Alice asked, as Luke shuffled over to me, pulling at my towel. I felt it slipping, opening up to reveal the smooth, exposed flesh between my legs. His eyebrows shot up in surprise.

  “I got it last night.” I said, smirking at Luke as he stared at my cleanly shaved mound. “Started to feel the effects of it this morning.” He was inching closer to it, almost at mid-thigh as I sat trying in vain to wave him away.

  “Oh dear!” Alice said. “Well, we don't want anyone going down with this.”

  He grinned, pulling my hips forward suddenly, making me fall back onto the bed. I looked down at him, his head between my thighs. I couldn't believe him!

  “No, no. We don't want anyone going down,” I said, “Certainly not right now.” I hissed. He had that look of mischief in his eyes though. Nothing I could say or do was going to stop him, and I could already feel myself getting hot with anticipation at the heat of his breath between my legs.

  I had to grit my teeth to stifle a yelp, as his tongue slid along the line of my lips. His tongue felt so smooth and delicate against my naked skin, I couldn't help but jerk my hips toward him. My body was starting to take over again, and I realised I was going to have to wrap this call up quickly!

  Alice hummed down the phone, deep in thought as Luke started to lap at my clit. “Well... Sounds like you'd better take a day in bed, get some rest.”

  “Mmmh.” I moaned, trying to quiet as much of my pleasure as I could. “A day, yes.”

  “Poor thing. You sound full of it. Try and get it out of your system, and we'll see you on Monday.”

  “Th-thanks Alice.” I panted. Luke had started to flick his tongue over my clit, and I was getting too aroused to think straight.

  “Are you all right?” She asked.

  “I... I'm about to sneeze Alice.” I rasped, gathering what little of my self-control remained. “I'll let you go.”

  “Okay, well you take care Katherine.” She said. Luke shifted slightly, and I felt his finger probing at my slick entrance.

  “Oh god... Bye Alice.” I groaned, thumbing the end-call button as his finger slipped into me. He looked up at me, his tongue rolling over my clit, driving me helplessly to arousal. I stared at him in disbelief and sighed.

  “You bastard.” I moaned - half-jokingly - opening my legs wider to give him full access.

  “Well, you can hardly blame me.” He said, his fingers slipping inside me. It felt wonderful the way his fingertips rolled over my g-spot. “You said yourself this is all Carl's fault.”

  I moaned, the reminder of Carl's name underlining how forbidden this was. “It's Carl's fault. He drove me to this.”

  Luke's fingers started to speed up. “You were always such a good girl. You'd never do anything like this yourself, would you?”

  I shook my head, grinning at the idea that my entire life had been a long process of people leading me astray. “He drove me to this. He never paid me enough attention.”

  Luke sat up, his knuckles driving deep into me. “He never pleasured you like this?”

  I moaned, shaking my head. “Not like you.”

  I felt like a horny teenager again, being seduced, being driven to something I knew was naughty and couldn't resist. Luke and I were both old enough to know better now, but there was something familiar and sexy about doing something we both knew we shouldn't – especially with him.

  I grinned at him, our eyes locked together as his naked hips slid between my open legs. He was insatiable, but being with him was reawakening an animal side of myself I hadn't known since the old days, before I was married. Even then, it had been held back by fear of pregnancy. Now, I reminded myself, that was kind of the point.

  I lay back and watched as he lined himself up with my dripping wet hole. He was turning me on beyond belief. He'd taken me from this boring little life and was about to make me his again.

  I groaned as I felt myself parting before his stiff length. He ploughed into me, thrusting away at me without warming up or needing to tease me – I was already desperately horny from the hormones my body had been so long without.

  I gasped at his audacity. Taking me here, a married woman in my own marital bed. His knee was resting in the spot where Carl normally slept, and that, more than anything else, got me going. I began to push back against each thrust, grinding my hips against him as he pounded into me.

  “Tell me I'm better than him.” Luke growled, leaning close to me. I felt a thrill pass through me and groaned with arousal. He wanted to make this a competition. He wanted to win me.


  “You're better than him.” I gasped, hooking my leg around his waist to let him deeper inside me.

  He grinned, driven on by my compliment. “Is my dick bigger than his?”

  I moaned with satisfaction. “So much bigger. More potent.”

  “I like that.” He growled, increasing his pace. “Potent.”

  Just the word made me moan out loud, reminding me of what was at stake. There was nothing between us; no condoms, no birth control, and no protection of any kind from his rich, fertile sperm.

  I'd come off the pill for Carl before he went away on the business trip – before he cheated. Now it was going to be Luke who took advantage of my newly fertile body. It would be his seed that would grow inside me, and his child I would raise right under my husband's nose, and he'd never know. I marvelled at the deliciousness of it.

  Luke suddenly withdrew from me, and I looked up at him in disappointment. It was short lived, however. He gestured at me. “Turn over. I want to fuck you from behind.”

  I moaned with anticipation, obeying him and rolling over onto my hands and knees. Kneeling there like that, I felt like a bitch on heat, like a mare ready to be mounted by my stud.

  Luke knelt behind me, and slid back inside me inch by delicious inch. I gasped as he started to plough into me with his fat, delicious shaft. Each inch was a blessing, and a reminder of what life could have been like without Carl.

  I ground into him, our pace increasing as we fell into blissful rhythm with each other. “Mmh... That's it, fuck me. Make me yours!” I cried. I was almost delirious, bent over and impaled on his monster.

  His fingers dug into my hips, pulling me back with each thrust, the increasing depth of each stroke pure ecstasy. I could feel the heat from his muscles as he leaned close to my ear.

  “Beg me for it.” He whispered.

  “Please... please fuck me!” I whined, arching my back to let him deeper. I was desperate for him, keening for his virile, manly seed.

  “Tell me you want my baby.”

  “Nnnh.. I want it, I want it so bad Luke...”

  I could feel his satisfaction as his pounding increased in pace and ferocity. “That's it, say my name!”

  I felt overpowered completely as I clutched onto his broad, masculine shoulders, fingernails digging into his taut flesh as I held on for dear life. “Luke!” I cried, “Oh God Luke, make me yours!”

  He closed his eyes and fell into a blissful rhythm, slamming into me over and over, making me cry out with sheer joy. I could feel my orgasm rising, and I knew by the pounding he was giving me that he was close too.

  His breathing started to come fast and ragged. “Gonna come... Come inside you...”

  I cried out, arching my back to let each blissful thrust penetrate me deeper and deeper. “Yes!” I gasped, “Come inside me Luke! Make me pregnant! Make me yours! Make me yours!”

  I felt the first burst of warmth thud into me, Luke's hips spasming with orgasmic joy as I melted into my own orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me as I felt him pump my body full of his fertile sperm. After last night, the shower this morning and now, there was no doubt his virile seed had impregnated me.

  I knelt there gasping as his thrusting slowed, and he collapsed onto me, spent. I could feel his cock twitch inside me as he pumped out the last few drops of come. Just making sure I thought, grinning to myself as my chest heaved with satisfaction.

  He withdrew, and I let my legs slip out from underneath me. Everything felt blissfully exhausted, thoroughly and completely satisfied by my lover.

  Luke lay down next to me, slipping his arm around my shoulder and his leg over my thighs. I could feel his cock pulse against my leg, the heat of it a visceral, delicious sensation. It was comforting, and I felt myself drifting off, exhausted.

  We fell asleep like that, and I woke up later to feel his hand running up and down my side.

  I grinned, stretching out like a kitten. His hand slid up to cup my breast. The gentle pressure felt relaxing after the intensity of this morning.

  I rolled over to get a look at the alarm clock. It was mid afternoon, almost 3 o'clock. We must have slept in after the earlier exertion. I rolled over to look at Luke, taking his cock in my hand to bring it to life. I didn't even hesitate any more – he'd made me his, and all I wanted was to wake, fuck, sleep and wake again until my belly swelled with his child.

  He felt thick and powerful in my hands, a reminder of what I was missing out on being with Carl. This was what my body had wanted all these years. This was why my days had felt empty and dull.

  I was working him to full and glorious hardness again when suddenly I heard a click from the front door downstairs. Luke and I froze and looked at each other in a panic.

  “Honey?” It was Carl's voice, from downstairs.

  I heard his keys land on the coffee table, in the same scratched spot I'd asked him not to so many times.

  He'd come home early! I hadn't been expecting him home until late tomorrow, by which time I'd hoped to have Luke packed off so I could go back to playing the innocent wife again.

  But here he was, heading up the stairs – and here I was, his wife, naked in bed with my lover.

  What the hell was I going to do?

  Part 3

  I sat on the bed, my heart pounding in time with the footsteps coming up the stairs.

  Luke scrambled out of bed. Our plan had been to pay Carl back for the things I'd found on his computer, but it hadn't stretched as far as getting caught or confronting him. Luke was supposed to stay the weekend, give me a love-child, and then disappear. My husband Carl would be left to raise someone else's bastard right under his nose.

  But as with so much else, Carl had blown that as well by getting home early.

  The key was still in the back of the bedroom door, but there was no way either of us would get over there in time. A locked door would also raise Carl's suspicions.

  Luke would simply have to hide until I could distract Carl. He slid out of the bed, grabbing his shirt and jeans from the floor. He looked around the room frantically, gesturing for a hiding place. I waved my hand under the bed – there was enough space under there for now.

  The door handle turned, and I flopped back down into the bed. I pulled the covers close around me and rolled over, trying to pretend to be asleep. I heard Luke roll under the bed just as the door opened, praying he was out of sight.

  If not... well, I couldn't think that far ahead.

  I closed my eyes, and waited to see if we'd gotten away with it. There was nothing for a second, then felt the bed shift as Carl's weight settled beside me. His hand touched my shoulder, and I had to fight an instinct to shrug it off in disgust.

  “Katherine? What are you still doing in bed at this time?” He asked.

  I made a show of turning over, pretending to be half-asleep. “Hey.” I said. “I had to take yesterday off sick.”

  “Oh.” He shrugged. “So no chance you had anything ready for me when I got back?”

  I couldn't believe it. After going away to fuck a younger woman behind me my back he had the audacity to expect a cooked meal when he got home!

  I stifled my anger, clutching one hand into a fist under the covers. “No, I've been full of it over the weekend.” You certainly have, I could hear Luke's voice saying inside my head. I felt a twitch between my legs, an involuntary spasm as my body remembered the pleasure it had found behind my husband's back.

  He patted me on the shoulder reassuringly. “You poor thing. I can see you're looking flushed.” I certainly was – with rage, with tension over nearly getting caught, with contempt for him – but not with illness.

  “Just give me a second.” I sighed, sitting up with the covers around my breasts. “Go get a shower and freshen up, and I'll go and put something on for you.”

  He nodded, shrugging his jacket off and heading for the door.

  As soon as I heard the latch on the bathroom door go, I hung over the edge of the bed. Luke was lying ther
e, still naked. He frowned at the door, disbelievingly.

  Prick! He mouthed at me.

  You've got to go! I mouthed back.

  He slid out, standing up and stretching out his shoulders after hiding cramped under the bed. I lay there, watching his muscles tense and move against each other. I bit my lip, admiring this muscular, perfect specimen of humanity. This man who'd agreed to seed me with his superior sperm, thoroughly cuckolding my inferior husband.

  He noticed my gaze as he stretched, grinning at me. I looked down between his legs, feeling a flush returning between my legs. He was still tumescent - dangling at half mast while he stood there with his hands on his hips.

  He raised his eyebrows, slipping one hand over his cock. “Time for a quick one?”

  I gasped, covering my mouth at his audacity. “You've got to go!” I hissed.

  Carl pouted mockingly, crawling onto the bed with me. “C'mon, where's the fun in that?”

  His hand slid up the inside of my thigh, parting the smooth skin there to slip between my moist lips.

  I couldn't believe it. My husband was in the next room! Still, I couldn't bring myself to stop as his finger slid deeper, shamelessly pleasuring me.

  My brain struggled briefly between the pleasure and the danger, before I leaned back on the bed, hopelessly lost. I felt the heat rising between my legs, the danger heightening the sensation. We could get caught at any moment, but part of me just didn't care.

  I opened my legs, grabbing onto his waist as he urgently mounted me one last time. I clutched onto his broad shoulders, digging my nails in. With a grunt, he penetrated me, forcing his fat length into me in one stroke.

  I had to bite the back of my hand to stop myself crying out. Somehow doing this right under Carl's nose made the experience even more incredible, and I looked up at Luke in disbelief.

  “You're mine,” He growled, “Remember that.”

  I sighed in ecstatic bliss as he pounded into my raw, worn out body. “I'm yours. Oh God I'm yours Luke, take me!”