Chapter 7

The bottom of the sky just started to lighten when Dave reached home, his head full of the night’s happenings – especially with the thing they did with Martin in that dark corner. He tried to move around quietly, but he was still a bit tipsy so Jen woke up and turned on the side lamp while he was still undressing.

“What time is it?” she asked on a sleepy tone and looked at the alarm clock which showed half past four. “How was the party?”

“Good” Dave grunted and tossed his shirt on the floor.

“What’s the matter?” his wife asked after watching him carefully for a minute. She knew him well and saw that something bothered him.

“Nothing.”

“David, don’t lie. I have eyes, you know. Tell me!”

“I don’t want.”

“God, you’re acting so childish again!” she sighed with some anger in her voice.

“WHY do you want to know if you’re not really interested?!” Dave snapped at her, losing his patience.

“You’re such a jerk again! Now I cannot ask anything from my husband?!” she sat up frowning.

“You’re just a selfish bitch again…” he mumbled under his nose and dragged his pants down.

“What did you say?!” she fisted her hand on the sheet she pressed previously against her chest.

“Nothing.”

“I heard it, David. And I want you to take it back! You know that you shouldn’t drink, cuz you just act like a crazy animal from it!!” she shouted at him with all of her suppressed anger that has been building up in the last few weeks. She was fed up with her husband’s mood swings.

“Why do you say that?!” he shouted back angrily and the next moment he was on the bed, pulling the cover out of the way and straddling her. He grabbed her wrists “If I can remember clearly, you used to LOVE when I acted like an animal with you!!!” and he crushed his lips on hers, pinning her down with his weight, biting and sucking on her full lips and enjoying the way she tried to put up a fight.

“No… David… don’t you dare!” she shouted into his face when he came up for some air and forced her legs open.

“Just shut the fuck up!” he growled at her and kissed Jen forcefully again while he took both her wrist into one hand and the other grabbed and scratched her thigh. “I know you want this, Jen…” he panted as he bit along her long neck and sucked on her hardened nipples through the silky fabric of her light nightie. And he bit on it contentedly when he heard a lustful moan escape her mouth. She cannot fool him… He sat up and tore apart the fine fabric with one move to reveal her mouthwatering nakedness. He attacked her firm tits again with his sharp teeth while he dragged down his boxers to free his painfully throbbing hard on.

Jen gasped for air when he grabbed her and turned her on her tummy. She couldn’t do anything just let Dave pull up her waist so that she was kneeling in front of him with her head resting on the pillow. When he reached between her legs to rub his long fingers along her already throbbing and burning pussy, he leant forward and growled at her “Alright, you little bitch, I’ll fuck you the way you used to love it!” he straightened up and grabbed her round ass while he positioned his rock-hard cock to her entrance and rammed mercilessly up to the hilt, enjoying her loud scream. “Yeah, scream for me! I’m gonna fuck your brain out…” he panted as he closed his eyes and moved his hips back and forth, feeling her juices coating his aching cock and letting the angry desire take over his body and mind.

A pair of sad green eyes flashed in front of him as he closed his eyes and Jen’s screams suddenly seemed distant. Soft curly blond hair… that unique smell… those soft lips and eager tongue… He didn’t even notice that he pushed even harder into his wife while he couldn’t get rid off the memories of kissing Martin. They nearly fucked right there in that corner… And he wanted to do it so badly! He growled and spanked Jen’s ass before squeezing it while he imagined how much better it’d feel if he was fucking Mart’s tight ass… He let himself imagine how it’d be having sex with the small blonde. He would fuck his brain out for sure, just as he requested in the pub… He would make the little underdog cum several times! He completely lost track of where he was while Jen started rubbing her clit and pushing back against his cock, because he imagined how Martin’s cock and cum could taste. He growled even louder from these forbidden thoughts and leant to Jen’s ear.

“You want it up to your fine little ass, right?” he breathed hotly into her ear and just waited until he got the nod and submissive whimper he needed. He quickly pulled out of her just to shove his long fingers into her throbbing channel, collecting a nice amount of wetness to prepare her small pink hole. After he loosened her muscles nicely, he didn’t hesitate too much and pushed into her painfully tight ass, imagining that he was entering Martin instead. And from this he totally lost his mind and fucked the body under him rough and mercilessly until he could move.

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After Martin got back to his hotel room, he didn’t go to sleep. He wasn’t that tired and his head was full of thoughts. The last part of their conversation with Dave sobered him up enough to awake his doubts again. He tried to distract his mind with packing his stuff for his flight back to London. As he stood there over the bed, his clothes piled up, waiting for him to pack them into his suitcase, he stopped at the feeling of immerse sadness that spread through him, filling every cell of his body.

What did he think after all? That such an amazing man like Dave would fuck him? That he’ll want him? He and his romantic mind again! He should finally wake up! No one ever wants him – he should’ve got used to it. But that bastard called Hope always reappears in his life at the least expected times. And he tricked Martin again. He’ll always remain that naïve little dreamer he was back in that smoky club in Basildon. The unwanted, the looser, the target of jokes. He was a big joke even to himself. This little side-trip to New York and his thoughts about getting along in life alone were just pitiful tries to escape his fate and nature. He won’t change – ever. He was disappointed and not from Dave’s refusal, but in himself. Will he always stay this damaged looser? Right now he thought he will.

He sighed and packed his things. He will not be able to sleep before his flight anyway, so he can stay up and beat himself a bit more. A way too familiar thing to do… He prepared himself for leaving New York in such a mood, but not from this. He didn’t expect such a turn of events. His other side was screaming and shouting inside of his head from the denied pleasures he thought he’d get. His body was still burning from Dave’s touches and he could still taste him on his lips. Just these memories were enough for him to get hard again and with a resigned sigh he opened his pants to reach inside.

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