Chapter 2

"Babe, I understand you are upset and don't like Horace, but gosh, have some empathy. You are acting like a dick for no reason." Claire was super angry with my behavior, and while she may be right, I did not want to back down on this. So I told her again, "Claire, she is an uninvited guest. I get you love your job and everything, but I don't want to make our home a shelter for everybody to just crash the night."

This pissed off Claire a lot, and she fired back, "Bryon, you are such a jerk. This is happening, whether you like it or not." And thus, against my pretty wife and her dominant attitude, I didn't stand a chance and surrendered on the couch. But I let Claire know that she owed me one, and she shot her eyes back, and I took my words back and apologized. Claire is super sweet, but when she is angry, she is extremely intimidating, and I did not want to piss her off; I really didn't.

POV: Claire

Now that my jerk husband has been tamed, I mean, I love the man, but he should really have some empathy for Horace, and his lack of manners in front of her was embarrassing. But after I made him agree to the arrangement, I went into the bedroom, and Claire was lying on her left side, looking directly at me.

Her eyes were like that of a sweet little puppy, but the tears that she was shedding earlier have faded now, and I think she has calmed down a bit now. What an absolute sweetie! I went near the bed, and she held my hand. I was a little taken aback by that, but that is understandable; she must be so scared now. I asked her, "Horace, are you feeling ok?" and she looked at me with a side glare and nodded her head.

"Yes, Ms. Claire, I am doing ok." But her eyes were not of wanting pity; they were looking directly at my boobs. It was like a horny teenager looking at an older woman like he had never seen a girl in his entire life. Suddenly, she grabbed my hand and asked me quietly, "Ms. Claire, are you happy with your marriage?"

What does she mean by that, and why has she grabbed my hand? That was the mystery I was unable to solve. And then I tried to break her grip, but she did not let that happen. And then she asked, "Are you in an abusive relationship?" and I shouted, "No!" but she kept asking, "So just answer my previous question: are you happy in your marriage?"

And then I fired back with, "Horace, if you continue this, we will kick you out of the house," and then our eyes matched, and there was pity in her eyes. Why would she pity me?

"Ms. Claire, you don't have to put on a brave front with me." And suddenly she hugged me, and she continued, "Ms. Claire, let me satisfy you!" and I pushed her back again and told her, "Horace, my marriage is none of....."

And my words were now stuck in my throat as she dropped her pants and there was something big and girthy between Horace's legs. I looked at it, and suddenly the mood shifted entirely. I pointed at it like a 6-year-old and asked Horace, "Horace, why do you have a penis?"

And she smiled, and then she asked again, "Ms. Claire, are you happy with your marriage?" and now this question had a lot more weight compared to the previous times, and I was so stunned that I could not move from my place. And suddenly I became a little more worried, because, as Horace pointed out, I was not exactly happy with my marriage; while my husband is extremely sweet towards me, he is rude to other people, keeps embarrassing me, and cannot satisfy me in bed for the life of me.

However, looking at Horace, her dick was at least 12 inches; she was twice as big and bold compared to Bryon. She crushes Bryon's masculinity under her pinky finger. And then it dawned on me, if I take this decision, then I will be cheating with Bryon, and while I did not want that, his dick looked so tempting.

"Ms. Claire, I am going to ask you again, and this is my last time. If your answer is still no, then I will put this beast in my pants..." and as she was about to finish, I kissed the head of her dick, and the head wiggled. It was gorgeous, really. Horace then smiled and told me, "Good choice, Mrs. Claire," and thus began the wonderful session in this small house, which will change the trajectory of my relationship with Bryon, but I did not care about that.

All I could see in my present and future was Horace's dick, and this made me incredibly excited and horny. Her thrusts, her technique, her size—everything about this was so perfect. Her precum was more than what my husband spouts in its entirety. It looks like she was experienced as hell, and she has done this several times. Her expression, the way she keeps it simple, and her lack of foreplay were so, so, so hot that I forgot that the thing I was doing was bad by any stretch of the imagination.

And thus the night ended with me sleeping, holding Horace's tired body and directly looking at her nipples, thinking that what I did with this lady of 5'10 stature was neither wrong nor illegal, and that sometimes I am allowed to be selfish. While the sex was great today, I still love Bryon!