Chapter 1: Introduction
The city was alive with the neon glow of a thousand Friday nights. Mallory stepped out of the uber, her heels clicking against the pavement as she walked towards the softly lit entrance of her home. The air was cool against her bare shoulders, a gentle caress that did little to quell the heat that had been building within her since she first saw him.
John.
He was tall, tall enough that she had to tilt her head back to look into his eyes. His muscles were tight and defined, like he spent hours in the gym honing his body into a perfect specimen of masculinity.
His eyes, a piercing blue, held a spark of mischief that made her smile. She could feel the anticipation building within her, a familiar ache that she knew only he could satisfy.
"Brian's not home yet?" John asked, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. She shook her head, her eyes never leaving his.
"No," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "But he won't be long."
She led him inside, the soft glow of the hallway lights casting long shadows on the walls. The scent of their home, a mix of leather and wood and something uniquely theirs, filled her nostrils.
The door had barely closed behind them when John pressed Malory against the wall. His hands, rough and eager, found their way to her ass, squeezing the flesh as he ground his hips against hers. She could feel his hardness through his jeans, a promise of what was to come.
"Fuck, you feel good," he growled, his breath hot on her neck. His hands moved up, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts. He paused at the hem of her dress, his fingers brushing against the bare skin of her thighs.
"Brian's gonna watch, you know," she whispered, her voice ragged with desire. John ppulled back, his eyes searching hers.
"Yeah?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. "You like that, don't you?
Having your husband watch while another man fucks you?" John's voice was a low growl, his hands still teasing the edge of her dress. Mallory bit her lip, nodding.
"Yeah, I do," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. John chuckled, a sound that sent a shiver down her spine.
"Good," he said, his hands finally moving under her dress, pushing it up to her waist. "Because I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you're gonna scream his name."
His fingers found her panties, tracing the edge of the fabric before slipping underneath. Mallory gasped, her hips bucking as he found her clit, already swollen and throbbing with need.
His fingers moved in slow circles, teasing her, building her up before backing off, leaving her panting and desperate for more.
"Please," she whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders.
"Please what, Mal?" he asked, his voice a low growl. "Please touch you? Please fuck you? Please make you come?"
"All of it," she panted, her eyes locked onto his. John smirked, his fingers finally slipping inside her, filling her, stretching her.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his forehead resting against hers.
Mallory could feel his breath, hot and heavy, as he began to move his fingers in and out of her, his thumb circling her clit with expert precision. She could hear the wet sound of his fingers moving in her, the sound of her own desire echoing in the room.
"God, yes," she moaned, her hips moving in time with his fingers. "More, John. I need more."
John pulled his fingers out, leaving her feeling empty and desperate. He grabbed her hips, lifting her up so that her legs wrapped around his waist. He carried her to the bedroom, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting long shadows on the walls.
He tossed her onto the bed, her dress riding up to her waist, her legs splayed open, inviting him in.
"Fuck, you're so fucking beautiful," he growled, his eyes roaming over her body. Mallory could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, but she didn't look away. She loved the way he looked at her, like she was a fucking goddess, a meal he couldn't wait to devour.
She reached behind her back, unzipping her dress and letting it fall open, revealing her lacy black bra and matching panties. John's eyes widened, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.
He reached out, his fingers tracing the edge of her bra, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. She watched as he leaned in, his breath hot on her skin as he unhooked her bra, letting it fall away to reveal her full, round breasts.
"Fuck, Mal," he groaned, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples. "You're perfect."
Mallory arched her back, pushing her breasts into his hands. She could feel her nipples hardening, aching for his touch. John leaned down, his tongue flicking out to lick one of her nipples before taking it into his mouth, sucking gently.
Mallory moaned, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. He switched to the other nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, sending a jolt of pleasure through her.
"Fuck, John," she gasped, her hips bucking against him. "That feels so good."
He looked up, his eyes locked onto hers as he continued to suck and lick her nipples. "You like that, don't you?" "You like having your tits sucked by a stranger?"
Mallory nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes," she panted.