He's not sure, but he will try.

Disclaimer:

For readers 18 and older.

All characters depicted are 18 and older.

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental unless explicitly stated within the story.

Content Warnings:

This series will explore niche taboo themes, including but not limited to:

Cheating / Cuckolding

****

Body betrayal

Pain–pleasure dynamics

Anal / Painal

Power imbalances / Control

Tags: Mexican wife, White husband, NTR, voyeur, club, dancing, public, blowjob, creampie, slow burn

This is going to be a slow burn.

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Chapter 2

Ailin clung to Noah's arm as he tried to drive. She was being extra touchy. It hadn’t helped that she chugged a glass of wine before they left. She wasn’t much of a drinker, but when she started, it was difficult for her to stop.

Noah had wanted to think clearly about what he had witnessed, what it meant for him and her, and what decisions he needed to make. But when she lightly played with the hair on the back of his neck like this, he couldn’t.

“Hey so—”

“You definitely understood the assignment…” Ailin admired Noah in his outfit.

He felt like a piece of meat.

He had worn their favorite button-up romper. It was a rich, soil brown color that fit his form. It accentuated his bubble butt and thick shoulders, while obscuring his wide torso. His shoes were white and had crème brûlée accents. Normally, he would slick back his hair so that it would remain straight, but tonight he had used soft hold gel to allow his naturally wavy hair to breathe. He even twirled his mustache up the way Ailin loved. It reminded her of when they had first met and Noah would take her on bike rides with the department’s Harley club.

Those were the days.

Noah’s skin became goose flesh as she put her mouth centimeters away from his neck.

“Te voy a devorar, amor.” She threatened him.

She was going to devour him, and from the way she started to kiss his neck, she meant it. He heard the click of the seat belt unbuckling next to him.

“What are you—”

She licked him, planting wet kisses every other inch that made him swallow his question. He felt her tracing her way down his neck, following his carotid down. As he tried to concentrate on the road, he felt her shift onto her knees. He tried to look over at her, but she grabbed his chin to stop him.

“Ojo, big boy. Keep those doe eyes on the road.” Her raspy voice was sultry with desire, her accent punctuating every word as her instincts took hold.

Each button was undone so painfully slowly, and all Noah could do was grip the steering wheel in anticipation. When his chest was exposed, Ailin resumed her licking. Most men were insecure about having their chests licked, but Noah wasn’t most men. It wasn’t his favorite thing, but he appreciated Ailin’s skilled tongue wherever it ended up.

“Ow fuck!” He groaned and jerked the steering wheel slightly when she bit his nipple.

“¡Ay, concéntrate!” Ailin scolded him.

“Yes ma’am,” his voice shook as she continued her way down his stomach.

He could feel her hot breath on his skin inching towards his waist. Eagerly, she undid the button and zipper, then reached into his briefs.

Noah shivered when she gripped his cock in her hands that felt like ice on the cold February night. She pulled him free of his restraint and let his cock stand proudly.

“Mmm, like a strawberry paleta.” Ailin loved popsicles. She licked her lips. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

“What?” He asked, trying to focus with her cold hand on him while he was trying not to kill them.

“Tell. Me. What. You. Want.” She licked it with every word.

“I want…you to do what you want to do.” He said nervously.

She rolled her eyes at him. Sometimes he was too comfortable letting her take the lead.

“Hmm…in that case…I want to take a bite out of this…” she looked up at him, waiting for him to protest, but none came.

She tilted her head and her teeth drew closer as they came to a stop at a red light. Finally, he looked down at her.

“Oh fuck yeah, bro!”

“Kill that shit, dude!”

“Damn that dude is huge!”

A lifted truck with what looked like college frat boys pulled up next to them.

“Stop.” Noah urged.

His face became red with shame. He wanted to hide. But Ailin didn’t listen, she looked out the window and smiled.

“She’s looking at me, bro!”

“You wish, she’s looking at me!”

“Fuck she’s hot as fuck.”

“Let her work. Stop distracting her.” a single, assertive voice could be heard cutting through the rest. “Don’t use your hands.” The voice told her.

Noah watched as she locked eyes with one of them, a curly haired, clean shaven pretty latin boy. A little too pretty for Noah’s liking. He felt a slight tendril of jealousy near his stomach that slowly coiled underneath it as Ailin let go with her hand but took Noah’s head in her mouth. He struggled between that jealous feeling and Ailin’s tongue swirling around his sensitive tip, sending pulsing spirals of pleasure down to his loins. He could feel the warm saliva running down his shaft to the base of his cock, coating it. The tendril seemed to grow small thorns as Noah chanced another glance at Ailin, but she was still staring at the same pretty boy. He followed her gaze.

“Do it, take it all.” The pretty boy’s confident voice carried clearly while the rest watched intently.

Noah felt like he had just encroached on a private, intimate moment between the two—except she was his wife, not this cocky little fuck’s. He felt his face flush with heat.

When Ailin heard the command, her pussy tingled. Without protest, she obeyed.

So painfully slowly, Noah felt her slide down centimeter by centimeter, not breaking eye-contact with the pretty boy.

HAAAWWNNNK, one of the cars behind them blared their horn when the light turned green.

“Oh shit.” Noah started to pull his foot off the break, but Ailin grabbed his leg and glared up at him with his cock halfway in her mouth.

She paralyzed him with that glare.

Don’t you dare—that was the silent message exchanged between them.

He eased his foot back onto the break. Then she looked back at the cocky young man who smirked back at her. She did her best to smile back at him with her mouth full.

Through his cock, Ailin could feel Noah’s heart beat faster and faster. It nearly matched hers as the thrill of having strangers watching her suck Noah’s cock in public ran up her spine and triggered something in her brain. She felt ashamed, but excited. Like she was showing off when she shouldn’t be.

She didn’t find this particular man that much more attractive than the rest, and definitely not as attractive as she found Noah, but he was the only confident one of them all. And that tethered her to him. He had a knowing smile—one that knew this was exactly where she should be and didn’t care about the consequences of this lascivious display. Whereas the rest—especially Noah—were wide eyed as if she was doing something wrong. But they were powerless and at her mercy.

Before she was even halfway down, when she was about to let his tip breach her throat, the truck peeled away, relenting to the honking car behind them.

“Bruh—” the voices drifted away.

Noah took his foot off the break and slowly got them back on their way.

Disappointed, she stopped moving down and turned her attention back to Noah, who was now again doing his best to keep his eyes on the road just as she told him to. She tried to smile with his cock in her mouth—but with how far in it was—all she succeeded in doing was letting more saliva drip down onto Noah’s lap.

She reached up to one of his white knuckled hands on the steering wheel and made him let go of it. Then she put his hand on her head. Taking the hint, Noah grabbed a fist full of her hair and started to gently push her head down. It was still like he was asking for permission to make her deepthroat him, so she didn’t. She didn’t want to give permission, she didn’t want to have to ask for him to take what he wanted when she was practically begging to give it to him.

Instead, she only went down until the tip of his cock reached the back of her mouth, making her gag a little every time. Then she pulled him out until only the tip was in her mouth again. She tongued his tip and smiled when he twitched above her.

Like a true audiophile, what got to Noah was how sloppy and noisy she was. He could hear her lapping him, smacking her lips, french kissing his cockhead.

“Goddamn!” he inhaled.

Finally, she started to use her hand. She stroked him slowly, then put her lips right under his head creating a lip sealed vacuum. She connected the top of her grip with her lips and started to stroke him with both her mouth and hand, nearly covering the entire length of his cock each time the tip hit the back of her mouth.

Gluk, gluk, gluk…the obscene sound assaulted Noah.

“Fuck if you don’t stop I’m going to…”

“Mmhmm!” Ailin hummed her encouragement, causing Noah to jerk forward.

Noah felt his balls tightening, he was only a few more strokes away. Just one more—

BRAAAHH, BRAAAHH, BRAAAHH. Noah’s jarring alarm ringtone went off—it was his sister Amber.

Reluctantly, he pulled Ailin off his cock with an audible pop.

“Fuck, why is she calling this late?” He grabbed his phone from the center console, “hello?”

“Noah, hey! Do you have a minute?”

“Uhh, no. Not really.” Ailin kept stroking his cock as he talked to his sister on the phone.

He grabbed Ailin’s wrist and **** her to stop, causing her to smile wickedly at him, threatening to continue. But Noah shook his head. Disappointed, she let go.

“It’s about dad.”

“What about him, is he asking for money again? Fuck watch out!” Noah slammed on the brakes as a takuache truck cut him off to turn right. “Fucking idiot!”

Ailin was flipping off the truck, but the driver either didn’t see her or didn’t care.

“…re you okay?” Noah barely registered Amber’s question.

“Yeah…yeah sorry, some idiot just cut us off.”

“You do sound busy. Let me try you again tomorrow. It’s really important, though. It’s about dad and no, not about money.” Ailin noticed Amber sounded serious, concerned even.

But Noah was too heated to catch it.

“Yeah okay. Love you bye.”

“Love you, talk to you tom—” but Noah had already hung up.

*

Ailin

With only six or seven minutes left before they got to the club, Ailin sat up. She connected her phone to the car and played her ‘liked songs’ playlist on shuffle.

“Esa negrita que está cami…” Ailin wanted to get into a dancing mood and out of this perpetual state of arousal she was feeling.

“I need to fix my lipstick, you’re too thick. Mmm!” She wanted so badly to resume where they had left off.

Instead, she started to reapply her lipstick after having left it smeared all over Noah’s cock.

Ailin felt like her body was a raging inferno. Her heart was pounding, drowning out the music. The lipstick trembled in her hands as she reapplied it. She looked at Noah from the corner of her eye, but her oblivious himbo husband was too focused on the road, thinking about something else to notice how excitedly electrified she was. It was a complete head rush.

No lo puedo creer, she really couldn’t understand why she would do something like that.

And with strangers!

Or maybe it was because they were strangers…

She took a deep breath. That had been too much. And she had pushed Noah a little too far. Her guilt finally surfaced at that thought. He had asked her to stop…but she hadn’t.

But that was soooo hot though. Seeing how powerless he was to stop it. If he really wanted her to stop, he could have taken control of the situation…but he hadn’t. And that meant she was in control.

Or maybe…

Maybe that pretty college boy was…

Ailin shook her head. Now that was too far. She looked at Noah, the loving, caring, nurturing, future father of her children and for the first time wondered if she deserved him. She felt that tenderness in her heart again, making her guilt spike.

She asked him a question.

*

Noah

What even was that? Did he really know this Ailin? When had she become an exhibitionist?

Noah would have loved to have that revered and revelatory post-nut clarity, but alas, the moment was gone. He was already soft.

He looked over at Ailin, she was glowing. No guilt on her face, no desperation, no shame. Not like how he was trying to hide right now. She had just sucked his dick as a truck full of strangers cheered her on, leaving his mind in complete turmoil.

Ailin yesterday would have been terrified of even the prospect of that, let alone actually doing it. What had changed in her? When did it change? Did it have something to do with what he had seen in the shower? It had to…

“Hey…” he started to ask, but the question died on his lips.

How could he confront her about what had just happened? He had played a part in it. He had been the prop she used in her performance. Could he really feel upset? How could he complain when she hadn’t been giving a blowjob to anyone else…they had just been watching like he liked to do.

I like to do that? Of course he did.

He replayed the scene in his head.

The way she had looked at that college boy. The way he looked back. There was no surprise or shame on either of their faces. It’s like they shared something, but Noah couldn’t understand what that was. He tried to imagine himself in the frat boys shoes.

Of course, seeing a fine as fuck woman giving head would be hot. What porn addict wouldn’t like live porn?

He watched as Ailin gave Noah head. The way she kept looking into his eyes and not paying any attention to Noah…except, she was wasn’t she? She was literally working him over, sucking Noah’s cock…so why did he feel like he wasn’t a part of the scene in his head?

Frat Noah looked up from Ailin’s succubus stare and at Noah. Except, it wasn’t Noah. It was the pretty frat boy—she was sucking his cock—but she was staring directly into Noah’s eyes.

Noah felt throbbing pain. It pulsed with every heartbeat, straining against his zipper.

Against my zipper? He looked down, breaking the painfully erotic image in his head, and realized he had gotten hard again.

**

“Noah?” Ailin gently shook his shoulder.

He blinked, “huh?”

“Did you hear me?”

“Uhm. Yeah…no. I didn’t. I’m sorry, what?” Noah tried to orient himself.

He had been on autopilot for the last minute.

“If we have a boy, I want to name him Noah. But if it’s a girl, I want to name her Noelle. O Noelia. What do you think?”

“Oh yeah. Those sound good.”

“Yeah, I really like your father’s name, Reinhard, But it sounds so out of place for a baby. Noah is so much better. Sounds more gentle and nice. Like, a soft, sweet child. And I really like my mom’s name but I…—”

Soft, sweet child?

And off Noah went again, receding into his thoughts.

*

Noah

So…he liked watching. And Ailin liked being watched? But how would that work if he needed to be having sex with Ailin in order for her to be watched? Maybe they could have an audience?

Noah felt himself lose some of his hardness at that thought.

Maybe being watched is her thing…but mine is…he shook his head.

Maybe she would like to repeat what happened in the bathroom? Instead, she would now know he was watching? Maybe that would do something for her…she seemed to be enjoying herself just fine without him then anyway.

He desperately wanted to know what Ailin would think about that, but there was no way he was going to reveal to her that he had been watching her without her knowledge, let alone that he had seen everything. Besides, he was a cop. He had literally been called into peeping tom and stalking incidents in his career. Everyone, including Noah, always thought those guys were creepy and pathetic.

But that’s not what he was, was he? He was only trying to spy on his own wife after all.

He replayed the shower scene in his head over and over again. The way she had treated herself had shocked Noah.

But that’s what she wants.

Sure, but only someone rough could do that. Someone more…dominant. She wanted someone more dominant then.

Not just anyone, she said my name, he reminded himself.

But that’s not me.

Ailin had seemed like she was about to have the biggest orgasm of her life before he had taken it away by making his presence known.

Can I do that? Slap her…**** her…

Noah wasn’t sure. But he had always done what he needed to for Ailin, why should this be any different? It was just rough play, after all. They would both know that, right?

Yeah, of course.

I could be rough with her. Maybe that way she wouldn’t feel the need to show off.

He felt a hand on his shoulder again.

“Amor! Hey, you okay? Let’s go inside.” Ailin pulled him out of his thoughts again.

In his mind he had made a decision. He would be that dominant man she imagined, or at least, he would try his hardest to be. He squeezed her hand tight, a little harsher than he meant to and she looked back at him—but the surprise on her face at his roughness went unnoticed by him. Letting go of her hand, he opened the door.

The chilly air cooled him.

But it would also fan the flames inside his mind.

**

“Llego el tiburón y con el se me fue…” the merengueton-style song blasted over the speakers.

Every sexy body bumped with the bass, syncing their heartbeats.

The club was never Noah’s scene but he didn’t even feel like he was feeling too bad considering. Even two hours in.

His confidence had boosted after Ailin had teased him, calling him Lieutenant Wagner. It reminded him of the promotion he should be receiving in the next couple of weeks.

It really felt like things were turning around for him and his wife. Their luck had always been neutral, but finally the needle was swinging towards the ‘good’ side of the scale.

He looked at Ailin in her red, navel-deep neckline dress and could see the sexy sheen of sweat coating her skin. Noah especially loved the way it made the ravine between her braless tits shimmer like gold. He consumed her with his eyes, watching every movement. The way her belly button peeked out at him every time she turned towards him, they way sudden movements had her nearly spilling out of her dress.

She raised her hands above her head as she swayed with the music, her hair rising along with them between her fingertips, then floating down as it slid down her forearms.

She turned her back to Noah and slowly swayed towards him until she was leaning back against him. She grabbed his hands and brought them up with hers as she danced on him. He let his hands travel down her wrists, feeling her strong forearms, then her biceps. She wasn’t dainty, she was lean and strong. Good Lord, Noah loved a woman who worked out.

He kept caressing his way down to her armpits, where he was oh so tempted to reach into those arm slits and knead her breasts. But he showed his restraint by continuing down her ribcage, applying a steady pressure all the way down—she shivered. Then he pressed his engorged cock between the swell of her cheeks, letting her know just how much he wanted her.

She could feel him between through her thin dress and she reached behind herself and him—palming his cheeks—willing him to take her then and there.

He groaned behind her, imagining the thong that separated her ample cheeks as his cock tried to nestle against it. He grabbed her hips and she let go of his ass—bending over to grind on him. She loved how his cock rubbed her pussy from this position. She looked back at him, sex emanating from her visage.

If they weren’t in a public place right now, he would have gently removed her dress because it was really expensive and she would be pissed if he tore it off of her to fuck her.

Noah chuckled to himself, the ****, ambience, and his inevitable promotion was making him feel a little too confident. He needed to cool off.

“Let’s get a drink, baby!” He yelled over the music, but she kept grinding on him, not hearing him or not caring.

Before the car ride, he would have let her. But he had already resolved to be more decisive.

Boldly, he grabbed her hair at the roots and pulled hard enough to make her arch her back on her way back upright, but gentle enough to not hurt her. She looked back at him, her mouth open in yearning surprise. She wasn’t used to Noah taking charge like this, she loved this side of him. She needed it.

He put his mouth to her ear, close enough for his mustache and beard to lightly graze her.

She shuddered as he spoke, “I need a drink or else I am going to fuck you right here in the middle of everyone.” He knew it was partially the **** and partially his resolution—and he would definitely feel weird about it later—but for now he was enjoying this.

“Mmmm, papi, plis.” She begged.

When he saw the look in her eyes, a look that wanted him to do it, a look that dared him to do it, he faltered—bringing him back down to reality.

She chuckled, “puras promesas.”

Promises, promises.

She dragged him towards the bartender. She had a tiny bag strapped crossbody that she searched, intending to find her card to pay.

*

Noah

“By the time I was your age I was already paying for everything. And that includes your whore of a mother,” Noah rolled his eyes, Reinhard was too drunk to notice.

This was only temporary while he was going to college. Once he was finished, he would never have to speak to this piece of shit again.

“Are you hearing me, you little cuck?” But Noah didn’t stop walking to his room. “You’re never going to amount to shit with that little bitch attitude. You fucking leech. I pay for everything in this house and everything you have is because of me and those alimony checks I sent that bitch every month. You ungrateful little fuck. I’ll fuck you up—”

Noah shut the door and locked it before Reinhard could reach it. Soon the pounding on the door would start, but eventually he would tire himself out.

It wasn’t always this bad. When he wasn’t drunk, he wasn’t as mean or bitter. But the other stuff…Noah didn’t want to think about that. He put on his favorite System of a Down album on the CD player and started to do his homework.

Only a few more years of this.

**

Noah stopped Ailin.

“I got it, baby doll. I insist. I’m getting that promotion, remember?” Noah brandished his most genuine smile.

“Ay si, mirate. Look at you, big shot.” She put her hand on his chest, letting it linger.

He pulled out his wallet and grabbed the card with the lowest limit.

He had been involved in too many calls where someone’s cards had been stolen. Of all the things he would see day to day as a police officer, that had been one of the things that most traumatized him. The bartender looked like a sweet woman, sure, but Noah couldn’t count on his fingers how many sweet women, or even cute little grandmas and grandpas, had been the perpetrators in those cases.

“Let me get an Ultra. For you baby?” The bartender, a sexy middle-aged woman, smiled at him

But he didn’t notice, his eyes were glued to Ailin.

“I want a shot!” Ailin was trying to dance with him.

“What do you got for shots?” Noah finally looked at the woman.

“Tequila or whiskey.” The bartender eyed Ailin, it was a look Noah didn’t like.

“Tequila?!” Ailin sounded like she had just run into a long lost friend, her eyes lighting up, “yes please!” She smiled at the bartender, oblivious to the other woman’s disdain.

When she realized Noah was too preoccupied with paying, Ailin started to dance by herself. She tried to tune everything else out except the music.

“Coming right up, handsome.” The bartender smiled at Noah again, and this time he caught it. “You look familiar. What do you do?” She asked, making polite conversation as she finished making another customer’s drink.

“I work downtown.” Usually when someone recognized him, it was always someone who wanted to get their licks in because he put them or a family member behind bars.

“For the police department?”

“I…yeah.” Noah sighed.

“Huh, maybe you just have that air about you. You seem approachable and kind, we need more cops like that.” She complimented.

“Thanks.” He said, but it was ****.

These kinds of conversations always made Noah uncomfortable.

He handed her the card. But instead of taking it, she grabbed his hand gently. Her touch lingered before she slipped the card out of his fingers.

“Strong hands.” She winked at him.

She put his card between her tits and he blushed. He stared as it disappeared down her substantial cleavage.

“Uhm—I uh—I’m married.” Noah’s half-hearted smile made the woman raise her eyebrow.

He looked at Ailin, then back at the bartender.

“Well, whenever you get bored of—” she looked at Ailin, who was too busy dancing to notice the woman’s disgusted glare trying to figure out her ethnicity, “—tacos? Let me know.”

She went to serve their drinks.

Wait what? Noah blinked, caught off guard by the unprovoked venom the bartender spat Ailin’s way.

Noah didn’t like that one bit. It wasn’t really his style to confront people if he wasn’t in uniform, so instead, he just showed the racist bitch how little he valued her comment.

*

Ailin

The music was hitting today. Or maybe it was everything leading to that moment. Ailin honestly didn’t know, but she was loving it.

Maybe it was the news Noah had given her. Yeah, that was it. She was excited to be a mother. Now she would be able to get the rest of her family to shut the fuck up about that. Her mom would stop hounding her, Aldo would stop telling her how much she was missing out on, she could stop getting jealous everytime another family member announced their pregnancy.

“Let me get an Ultra. For you baby?” Noah brought her out of her thoughts.

“I want a shot!” She really just wanted to dance.

“What do you got for shots?” Noah asked the bartender.

“Tequila or whiskey.”

Tequila was her father’s favorite.

“Tequila?! Yes please!” Ailin knew she shouldn’t be putting that crap into her body, but right now she could care less about the consequences.

She danced, watching the rest of the club.

Every song they had played tonight was on Ailin’s “pal parti” playlist. She hadn’t stopped smiling the whole time they had been there…until now.

She had felt like she was being watched ever since they had stepped onto the dance floor. She had looked around a few times, but between the dancing bodies and Noah dancing like he had never danced before, she brushed the feeling off.

But now as she was waiting for Noah to finish ordering, lightly dancing, she finally pinpointed her stalker.

The man was now unabashedly staring at her, smiling at her, letting her know the eyes she felt roaming her body were his.

He was the tall, very dark and handsome type that Ailin’s racist family always warned the girls about.

Funny how it was only the girls they felt the need to say that to.

He was handsome and well dressed from the brief glimpses she caught between the moving bodies. His eyes were glued to her, she didn’t know whether to feel flattered or creeped out by this man just staring at her the whole night.

What really caught her attention was his demeanor. It was nonchalant, like him checking her out was the most normal thing in the world. He laid back on the comfortable leather couch in the lifted VIP lounging section, a glass of something fancy in front of him.

It was like he was gliding overhead, a single kettling hawk above the dancefloor, looking for a **** bunny to dive onto and dig his talons into.

**

Ailin felt Noah come up behind her, grinding on her butt again, putting his meaty hand on her tummy to pull her closer to him. She pulled his head down to her neck and whispered in his ear.

“Who even are you tonight? Who is this Noah?” He shivered as her whispers hummed in his ear.

She had noticed his effort.

“Just practicing being more assertive now that I’m going to be a Lieutenant.”

“Mmm, well I like it. You better assert yourself when we get home, too, Lieutenant Wagner.”

She inhaled him, wanting him inside her in every way.

“Yes ma’am. I can get used to that.” With the pretense of hugging her, Noah moved his arm right under her breasts, pushing them up.

They swayed as one, their sweat melding them together.

“Oh really? What? You want me to scream out ‘fuck me Lieutenant Wagner’? Or, ‘I’ll do anything to get out of these cuffs, Lieutenant Wagner, anything’…”

“Fuck…you’d be into that?” Noah had a curious gleam in his eyes.

She ran her right hand through his hair and reached behind them to pull his bubble butt into her from behind with her left hand.

“You’d be surprised what I could be into with the right motivation…” The devil in her smile terrifyingly electrified Noah.

They both heard a clunk and a tap behind them. They turned to find their drinks abandoned by the bartender, as she was already onto the next customer. Noah smirked at that.

When he picked up the beer, he noticed Ailin’s concerned face.

“No more, I promise.” He had already had one before they left the house, but he knew he would be fine.

He was a big man, after all, so it took a lot to even get him buzzed. Never mind that he was a cop. He looked at her, questioning whether she should drink or not. Once she got started, she had a hard time knowing when to stop.

But she didn’t notice Noah’s gaze, she seemed to be staring at the mass of dancing bodies, needing to get back.

“Let’s—” Noah was starting to suggest they should go back to dance some more, but then he felt it.

He needed it badly.

“Baby,” the urgency in his voice pulled her away from what had been distracting her, “I gotta go.” The urgency in his eyes let her know he didn’t have much time.

She was concerned and confused for a second.

“Baby, I got one of those torta zones or whatever you call them,” he tried to explain.

Realization spread on her face and she burst out laughing, “Un torzón!” Noah had to take a massive shit.

“¡Okai amor! Don’t get lost in there,” she giggled, leaning against the bar.

She pulled out her phone to scroll through reels as he sped away, taking her bag off and leaving it next to her empty shot glass and Noah’s beer.

Noah had barely been gone for a couple of minutes when—.

“Hola mami.”

*

Noah

Bzzz, Noah’s phone vibrated.

He had been lucky at least one of the stalls had been free.

Noah shuddered as the chills of relief coursed through his body when his stream of piss hit the water. He didn’t know if it was the salsa fucking him up or the cocktail he had made, but he had been hurting until he sat down. Instead of taking a shit though, it ended up only being a big fart. But it had been so loud, so thunderous that the guy who had already been in the next stall when Noah got there grew concerned.

“Holy shit, bro!” The guy had been startled, “you good, bro?”

“Ha, yeah. Sorry…” Noah wanted to crawl into a hole.

Bzzz, his phone vibrated again.

He was anxious to get back to Ailin and now on top of that embarrassed, too—but he had to wait. He didn’t want to have to come back to the bathroom.

After a few more minutes, he gave up. He had only succeeded in passing gas and relieving his bladder. Unlike the cluelessly gross men that didn’t know they had to wipe their tips after peeing, Noah had been set straight by Ailin only a couple of months into their relationship. He reached for the toilet paper.

But there was no toilet paper.

“What the fuck?” He said to himself.

Thank God he didn’t end up needing to take a shit, he would have been screwed. After a good shake, he went straight to the sink, washing his hands. The water felt like ice as it blasted his hands and the stainless steel, spattering water in every direction.

“What the fuck!”

Annoyed and uncomfortable, he pushed the button on the soap dispenser…and nothing came out.

“Really?”

He tried the next one and nothing. He closed his eyes and exhaled, trying to center himself. Luckily, the last dispenser had a little drop of soap.

“Oh thank God.” Noah vigorously scrubbed his hands, then rinsed them off in the arctic water.

Bzzz, another text.

He walked to the paper towel dispenser next to the door, but none came out when he waved his hand in front of it. He could see the brown roll inside—empty.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Noah looked down at his romper to dry his hands, but then thought better of it, shaking them as fast as he could.

Bzzz, a fourth text came in.

He was going to tell the bartender they had to stock the shitty ass bathroom.

As he opened the door, entering the long hallway that separated the bathrooms from the dance floor, he pulled out his phone.

Ailin: How long are you going to be?

Ailin: Andale! Hurry up!

Ailin: Do you need scissors jaja?

Ailin: Would you be upset if I took another shot?

The first three texts were routine for Ailin to message him when she was antsy but that last message was odd, it concerned Noah. It was so uncharacteristic of her to ask permission.

What the fuck does she need another shot for?

He responded to her texts:

On my way! Another shot’s too much, drink a beer maybe? Or water if you’re just thirsty.

Another shot on top of the first one and the wine glass at home? That felt like a lot.

He hit send and looked up to exit the bathroom hallway to his right but stopped dead in his tracks before fully rounding the corner.

He eyed the interaction happening where he had left Ailin.

Ailin was looking up—no—smiling up at a strange man who was way too close for Noah’s comfort. Her smile seemed so out of place, too innocent for their proximity, triggering Noah’s 4 F's response.

He froze.

The first tendril of jealousy uncoiled under Noah’s stomach and wrapped itself around his spine, making his legs feel a little weak as the strange man took Ailin’s hand in his and started walking away from the bar. Noah noticed the man was dark, handsome, and clean shaven. Through Noah’s badge lens, he profiled the man as either Dominican or Puerto Rican.

Does that matter?

He was confidently taking Noah’s wife like she was his, backing up to the dance floor without taking his eyes off of Ailin.

Noah had never felt the need to test Ailin, he had never encountered a situation where he had thought he had to. Maybe it was his morbid curiosity, his genetic predisposition to be possessive like his father, or possibly what had happened in the last few hours, but Noah decided now was an appropriate first time.

He moved back a little, hiding enough of his body in the hallway, but still partially in the entry. If someone had to go to the bathroom on the men’s side, he would need to make room for them. That awkward, potential interaction was worth it to not be seen by his wife as he spied on her.

Noticing the man’s outfit made Noah relax a little. It was flamboyant, too flamboyant for Noah’s conservative tastes. He didn’t need to feel threatened then, right?

Oh, they are just going to dance, then, Noah's tried to pacify his jealousy.

This is okay so far, he told himself.

But if it was okay, why was Noah hiding behind the wall?

Ailin seemed to say something to the man—Noah would never know what that was—but judging by the look in her eyes, she wasn’t protesting. She was uncertain but excited.

Should I interrupt them? Noah wasn’t sure.

I should go tap her shoulder, let her know I am back, politely.

She’s enjoying herself though…and it looked innocent enough to Noah.

Still, this strange man probably wasn’t.

Although, his hips did move too loosely for him to be much of a threat in Noah’s mind. Maybe his interest in Ailin was purely because of her dancing.

The thought lulled Noah.

Either way, if at any point it became too much, Noah was confident she would stop it. If she didn’t want to dance, she wouldn’t.

So then right now she wants to dance with another man, the thought lashed out before he could stop it.

He knew Ailin was faithful to him, loyal. She always had been…so she definitely had to be now. This was just innocent fun.

And he had to remember, she wasn’t his property, she could dance with anyone she wanted as long as they didn’t cross any boundaries.

But what did that look like when two clearly skilled dancers danced? Fuck if Noah knew, he was terrible at dancing.

Besides, she was only now dancing with this guy because Noah hadn’t been there to dance with her. She just wanted to celebrate his good news.

But we should be celebrating together…

Just see where this goes. Noah’s jealousy pulsed, voicing his insecurities.

If she’d only done this because he wasn’t there, then how far would she let it go in his absence?

Noah shook that thought out of his head. What the hell was he thinking? This was Ailin. He knew her better than he knew himself. She wouldn’t do anything to betray him whether he was there or not.

But the shower—Noah couldn’t take his own mind, so he focused on the music and the dancers. He recognized this song. Ailin couldn’t resist this song, it was her absolute favorite to dance to.

“¡Pequeña, échate pa‘ca!” The Latin Elvis begged some unseen muse to come closer.

Noah didn’t hear the appeal. But to be fair, if there weren’t any power chords in the song, he wasn’t really into it.

Still, he was impressed by how well they danced with each other…despite it being their first time.

This was their first time dancing together, right?

They moved so effortlessly well together. No bad steps, no accidental bumps into each other or anyone else, just two kindred spirits connected through music.

The skilled dance partners were talking to each other. Noah desperately wished he could hear them, but he couldn’t bring himself to approach just yet. Ailin looked so happy. And that’s what he wanted, wasn’t it? For her to be happy?

She was absolutely radiant, especially in these moments.

“Excuse me dude.” A younger man came out of the bathroom, trying to exit the hallway.

“Oh my bad!” Noah moved further into the hall and out of the small entry.

He popped his head around the corner—he didn’t want to lose track of his wife—trying to give the guy room to pass.

But the guy didn’t move from behind him.

“What are you looking at?”

Noah looked back at the man, a little annoyed. This felt eerily similar to when he was in plain clothes, trying to be discreet and some random jackass wanted to have a conversation.

But he wasn’t on duty right now. He relaxed his face and gave the guy a lop-sided smile.

“Just watching everyone dance.” He looked back towards the dance floor.

But he had lost Ailin and the stranger.

WAIT—where the fuck did they go?

His heart stumbled.

He scanned the dancers—frantic and ****—but all of the perpetually moving bodies in the dim light of the club made it difficult.

Did they leave? His eyes went to the bar, but their spot was empty.

He couldn’t see Ailin or the strange man walking towards either exit. His eyes jerked desperately back to the dance floor—he was moments from leaving his hiding spot to search for them.

“Yeah I always get jealous watching other people dance. Like, dude, look at those two.” The guy pointed and Noah followed it.

Noah’s heart was pounding—but there they were.

“Fuck she’s hot.” The guy was talking about Ailin, “they’re so good. It’s like watching the build up in plot porn but without the shitty acting.”

But Noah was too distracted to get jealous—well, more jealous than he already was.

It couldn’t have been Ailin, not his Ailin.

For a moment, Noah was back in their home. Standing in the doorway and watching Ailin in the shower. Except she wasn’t by herself, this man was doing everything she had supposedly fantasized Noah doing.

But it was Ailin.

The tendril of jealousy became tendrils, making Noah feel queasy as they wrapped themselves around his stomach. He could feel them sloshing the contents of his stomach as they moved.

Ailin would never let another man but Noah do what this man was doing. He had her gripped by the waist as one hand crawled up her spine. He grabbed her hair and pulled it, making her back arch deliciously.

INAPPROPRIATELY, Noah’s thoughts were too loud.

“Damn, I bet you they’re going to get crazy when they get home.” It didn’t help that this guy wouldn’t shut the fuck up.

She isn’t going to do anything about that?

Noah inched his right hand towards his waist, needing to feel that coldly reassuring steel he had been trained to rely on in high stress situations.

His hand froze. What the fuck was he doing? How would it look if he, an off-duty white cop, shot a black man for dancing with his wife. Besides, he didn’t even have his gun with him.

“Yeah I bet.” Noah responded to the guy through clenched teeth.

He tuned the guy out and **** his mind to focus on the couple. Ailin hadn’t whipped around to smack the man, or to even yell at him, she had simply leaned back against him.

Noah’s blood simmered, but the tendrils of jealousy and something more raw underneath were spreading inside of him. He felt them reach his lungs, and he was suddenly very aware of his breathing. Every breath was deliberate, long and drawn out—shaky.

At least she wasn’t grinding on the man the way she had done to Noah earlier.

This was still just dancing right?

Amazing dancing, Noah’s insecurities betrayed him, stabbing at his stomach.

Maybe that’s why she had grinded on Noah. He couldn’t keep up with her, so she had to take over and stimulate them both. He clenched his eyes and his breath caught in his chest, this feeling was overwhelming.

“Damn he’s basically feeling her up!”

Noah’s eyes shot open.

Ailin had her arms lifted up as she stepped to the beat and swayed her hips while the man had his hands on her ribs, touching the underside of her braless breasts. She looked back at the man with a crooked—what-the-hell-do-you-think-you’re-doing—smile.

Noah’s vision became fuzzy and he had to blink it away—the light headedness was starting to really affect him. This felt so familiar.

He hadn’t felt like this since college—since living with his father.

As his eyes refocused, he could see the man’s hands on her hips, seizing her and pulling her ass to him. But this time she reacted, pulling away and wagging her finger at him…

But when they were back together—dancing like normal again—Ailin didn’t seem upset.

“Are you okay, man? You look like you’re gonna pass out.” His fellow watcher turned concerned samaritan put his hand on Noah’s shoulder.

How often did she do this with other men? Did this happen when she went out with her girlfriends? He imagined them all going to a hotel to take turns fucking. Or did they just do it in the parking lot before heading home? Noah felt those jealous tendrils tighten around his lungs and squeeze, making it hard to breathe.

That’s probably why she showers some nights before going to bed after hanging out with her friends—never mind she wouldn’t have time most mornings to do it then before her busy days started.

“I’m okay.” He wheezed out.

Her dance partner pulled her closer to himself—too close—whispering something to her. Noah’s blood boiled. It was an infernal pain pumping out from his heart and through his veins to every limb.

“You look pretty pallid, dude.”

He could no longer hear the music playing overhead, he could only hear his heart pounding—it was the same beat as the steps Ailin was taking. His vision darkened around the edges until the only thing he could see was Ailin. His entire world was her, and she was now clinging to someone else as they shimmied lower and lower together. And they looked good together too.

Noah felt like he was intruding on their moment. Like he’d opened their bedroom door and was spying on their intimacy—except she was supposed to be Noah’s wife. And still, he was frozen in place.

He couldn’t close the door, or walk through, or even walk away.

He could only watch.

As they settled into each other, they moved their hips together. If Noah didn’t know they were dancing, he would have assumed they were fucking with clothes on—but it wasn’t exactly fucking though, was it?

This was too intimate for that, too gentle and technical, like each knew exactly how to move for the other.

They were making love through their movements.

He wanted to stop them, he needed to. Even Noah could recognize this had gone too far. He should step in and handle the stranger, he had the training—but this wasn’t like work. No one was in any danger, he didn’t have to rush in guns blazing to save someone.

These were two consenting adults.

Like some sick joke from fate, Noah watched as Ailin’s breathing seized for a moment and then she shuddered—he recognized that shudder. The man’s leg was obviously rubbing her pussy as they gyrated together.

Did she just—?

No. She couldn’t have.

“Is it just me or does it look like she’s enjoying this a little too much?” The words were like a hammer against tempered glass.

Noah fractured.

He felt the crack split him in half—his heart, lungs, and stomach stayed on his left, but his mind, senses, and arousal stayed on his right.

Noah felt sick.

He measured himself to Ailin’s imaginary Noah and fell short. He measured himself to the skills of this stranger and fell short.

Who else?

That thought hurt.

But between the pain, there was something familiar. Noah felt the tendrils of jealousy squeeze his heart, pumping it for him, making the blood rush down to his loins—the jealous tendrils were infected with arousal.

Between the nausea and lightheadedness—and the world spinning—Noah looked down.

He was straining against his already loose romper, throbbing for release.

Noah felt like he was going to—

Huuurrr! He suppressed the vomit that rushed up.

“Yo dude, you good?! Want me to—” But Noah couldn’t hear his fellow voyeur.

He sprinted to the bathroom, finding the same stall unoccupied. The familiarity was a comfort, oddly enough—and then he threw up.

A familiar, concerned voice spoke up.

“You good, bro? Holy shit, do you need medical attention, bro?” Bathroom Bro was still there.

Noah almost laughed hearing him. Noah thought to ask if he needed medical attention since he had been in the bathroom so long. But instead, Noah just retched again—groaning.

“Just drank too m—huurghh.” He clutched the seat of the toilet with one hand and the support bar with the other as everything came out.

He felt like he was going to explode with the **** of the retching, but after a couple more minutes he was able to stop.

“Okay. bro. Let me know, bro.”

On shaky legs, Noah stood up.

He looked down at this crotch—deflated.

Relieved, he cleared his throat and went to the sink. The dirty mirror perfectly captured him, he was stained. He looked like absolute dogshit—and felt worse. His eyes were bloodshot, his face pale, and his feathery hair matted—he sighed.

He felt like he was back living with Reinhard again. He hated that part of himself.

He leaned down and splashed the frigid water onto his face. This time he was thankful for how cold and refreshing it felt. It ran down his chin and through the coarse forest of trimmed hair, and down his neck until it hit the collar of his romper, dampening it.

“Fuck!” He slammed his palms against the sink.

A frustrated groan **** its way out of his throat as he ran his wet hands through his hair, trying to strip off the sweat, as the images kept replaying over and over in his head.

Why the fuck had he **** himself to endure that? He could have stopped them…

Luckily the nasty combination of bile and **** in his mouth derailed his thoughts—he needed to purge it. He used his upper front teeth to remove the vile coating from his tongue and cupped some water into his mouth. As he swished and gargled the cold water, he tried to center himself again.

He knew he should be angry—but at who?

At her for dancing with someone else? Or at himself for watching—for liking it?

I didn’t fucking like it! He argued with himself—spitting the water out.

But he’d had every opportunity to stop what happened and didn’t, despite the pain it caused him.

Do I like it…?

Noah couldn’t deal with that just yet.

*

Ailin

“Hola mami.”

Ailin looked up from her phone. The first thing she noticed was the fit.

His pants were a soft strawberry pink—athletic and tapered—sheathing his legs and outlining more than just his…muscles. His button-up was a creamy vanilla silk—soft but trim—wrinkling slightly as it stretched over the girth of his broad chest.

When Ailin’s eyes finally met his—dark and framed by perfect, chocolate skin—her breath hitched.

It was her admirer.

Her heart quickened. This was too bold.

“Te encanta bailar, ¿veda mami? You’d love it even more with someone who knows how.” Even his voice was chocolate.

Ailin couldn’t help but notice he looked like a Duvalin, one of her favorite candies.

“Me llamo Walter.” He held out his hand.

Ailin looked at it warily. If she took it, she would be letting him in.

So she didn’t. Instead, she crossed her arms and looked towards the bathroom, then went back to her phone.

“Ailin.”

She imagined the empty glass she had downed with Noah in her mind. There was nothing for this strange man to drink from.

She texted Noah:

How long are you going to be?

Walter smiled and dropped his hand, but he didn’t leave. Instead, he leaned in to her—no—past her, to get the bartender's attention. Ailin leaned back with the intrusion, but she didn’t shy away—it was the smell of his cologne that held her. It was refined, the cologne of someone who didn’t habitually smoke but appreciated a celebratory cigar. Someone who only drank on occasion. Someone who led—never followed. She could smell sage, smoked whiskey with a hint of vanilla, and fresh tobacco.

“Let me get an old fashioned—brandy—and something for my dance partner.” He turned to Ailin and asked, “¿qué te gusta?”

“She likes tequila.” The bartender smiled at Walter, but the smile faltered when her gaze settled on Ailin.

“Ta bien, perfect! Let me get three shots. Two for her, One for me.”

“No thank—”

“Yes sir, coming right up.” The bartender cut Ailin off.

Ailin’s eyebrows scrunched together, but her protest died in her throat when she saw the bartender was already pouring the shots instead of making the cocktail first. She looked back down at her phone, hoping for a reply.

But there was none.

The first few drops of tequila poured into the glass in her mind, just enough to coat the bottom.

Ailin needed to distract herself until Noah got back, so she went back to scrolling through her reels to calm her own reeling mind.

But she could sense Walter watching her—unapologetically shameless. She could feel his eyes on her heaving chest punctuated by her shallow breaths.

She looked towards the bathroom, but still, no Noah.

Ailin texted him again:

Andale! Hurry up!

Then she heard the fateful sliding of glass on the wooden countertop.

“Ten mami,” he pushed two of the shots to her and took the last one, “I won’t make you dance with me if you really don’t want to, just don’t make me drink alone.”

She looked at the shot, then at Walter, then back at the shot, and finally at the bartender. The bartender was working on the old fashioned.

The bartender looked up for a second and smiled at Ailin, it seemed so genuine.

“Fine.” Ailin took the shot and eyed it suspiciously.

“Who taught you how to dance?” Walter asked.

Innocent enough, Ailin thought.

A daring melody on the keyboard started to play overhead followed by the quick percussion and Don Omar singing.

“¡Dile qué bailando te conocí!”

Ailin could feel her hips starting to slightly sway, her feet wanting to move towards the dance floor, and her head imagining each step. Don Omar always got her going.

Wait for Noah…she chastised herself.

“I grew up dancing.” Satisfied there was nothing wrong with the drink, Ailin sipped it, barely making a face and then put it down on the table. “We danced all the time: quinceañeras, weddings, birthday parties.”

What she drank through her mouth poured into the glass in her mind.

“I can tell,” he praised. “¿Pero tu amigo? He dances like he doesn’t care if anyone is watching him.” Walter took a sip of his own shot to hide his smile.

Ailin smiled at the jab, she could take a joke.

“Ha! Esposo.” She clarified, her smile could be interpreted as smug.

But to Walter, it was a tease.

It didn’t go unnoticed that she hadn’t defended his dancing ability.

“You’re married? Why haven’t you taught him how to dance?”

Ailin’s smile faltered, but only for a moment before she recovered. Were her sore spots so obvious to everyone but her?

“Jajaja, I have tried. But he doesn’t like dancing.”

“How does that work? You love dancing and he hates it.”

“It works…and he doesn’t hate it.” She clarified. “We just don’t go out as much…” As I would like.

“Let me show you what you’ve been missing out on then.” Walter put his hand on the bartop next to Ailin, his arm grazing hers. “It’s just a dance.” His smile was disarming, but his eyes kept Ailin guarded.

“I don’t know…” Would it be?

Ailin noticed Walter had been swaying—actually to the rhythm.

She looked away from his charming face and towards the bathroom again, still no sign of Noah. And no reply either.

She felt Walter shift through his arm. She looked back at him—was he closer now?

She could feel the shift in the pressure against her arm—now it was more intentional. Her shot was sitting next to it, so she grabbed and downed it. Her face flushed as she swallowed this time, there had been enough tequila in there for at least a shot and a half.

It only served to fog her thoughts as it added itself to her growing liquid courage—inhibition—inside of her mind’s shot glass.

“What’s taking your husband so long? Is that him?” Walter looked towards the bathroom.

Ailin’s heart skipped a beat as she turned to look, her eyes widening a little as she tried to lean back from Walter.

But there was no sign of Noah.

She looked back at Walter. He was staring directly at her, a knowing smile lit up his face. Her flushed cheeks, resettling eyes, and quick breaths gave her away.

She didn’t want Noah thinking she had been entertaining this, not really.

She was just being polite.

Right?

Fucker was teasing me, Ailin’s face turned beat red, but she rolled her eyes, giving him attitude—but a slight smile escaped to the surface.

“You should ask him if he needs help in there.” Walter took another sip of his shot to hide his lips curling.

Ailin looked towards the bathrooms again, waiting a few seconds. Noah hadn’t been gone long—but it felt like it had been an hour.

“He’s probably already lost a few pounds by now.” Walter teased.

Her glass was filling quicker now.

Ailin politely giggled but she took a half step away, turning a little so that Walter couldn’t look at her screen as she texted Noah.

Do you need me to bring you scissors jaja?

Clunk. “Here’s that old fashioned.” The bartender placed it next to them, but he didn’t move to take it.

He winked at her and she went on to the next customer, letting him refocus on Ailin.

“Let’s dance to help you pass the time until he comes back.” He suggested.

“Jaja, no creo…” That wouldn’t be a good idea…would it?

“It’s just dancing. If he doesn’t like it, he can just take you from me when he gets back.” Walter offered.

“¿Y sí eres un Don Juan? I don’t know.” Ailin challenged, he could be just another womanizer for all she knew.

“I could be. Or I could just be someone who recognizes when a woman isn’t being fulfilled.”

“I am fulfilled.”

“I meant on the dance floor.” He raised his free hand up innocently, but his smile belied him.

“Uh huh.” Ailin was so sure, but she still smiled back.

“Besides, you can stop me at any time you want to. Or your friend can.” He had a point.

“Esposo.” Ailin scolded him, still not letting him get away with that, but there was no bite behind the word this time.

“Let me show you. Unless you don’t trust yourself?” He challenged her back.

“It’s not that I don’t trust myself, I don’t—” if she could have finished her sentence, she would have said how she didn’t trust Walter.

But that moment her favorite club song blasted overhead.

The glass in her mind filled to the brim and threatened to overflow. Even the slightest bit of pressure would topple her.

“¡Suavemente! Besame…” Ailin felt a chill run up her spine—she was never going to be able to resist this song.

¿Diosito por qué? It was like God himself was testing her.

Walter held his hand out to her, seeing the desire to dance in her eyes, the need of it.

“Bailamos.” It wasn’t a request to dance this time, he was demanding it.

His tone promised she would love it—it was still just innocent fun.

Ailin gave Noah one more opportunity as the song’s intro came to an end, glancing at the entrance of the bathroom hall—but he still wasn’t there.

She texted him one last time:

Would you be upset if I took another shot?

She looked down at Walter’s hand, then up at his handsome, innocently smiling face, and finally at the last shot. It was nearly filled to the top. She reached for it, exchanging it for her phone, and felt the weight of it in her hand.

“It would be just one dance, right?” She naively asked as she downed the elixir.

What the hell, why not. It would just be an innocent dance to pass the time.

He smiled, his mind twisting her innocent question into complicity. She didn’t recognize that though. Maybe it was the wine, the shots, the ambience, her favorite song, or the thrill of doing something she shouldn’t—Ailin wasn’t sure—but she smiled back. Just an innocent smile.

Before she could make her decision, her body relaxed. She hadn’t rejected his demand.

That was all he needed.

He took this as an agreement and claimed her hand in response, leading her to the dance floor.

If Noah doesn’t like it, he can just take me back, Ailin rationalized.

“Nomas esta canción.” She was only making an exception because of the song.

Her glass overflowed and toppled over with the pressure.

She thought she had familiarized herself with this dance floor earlier, but she wasn’t so sure now that Walter led her there—lured her there. What was she walking into?

He was already dancing—carefully, rhythmically avoiding the bodies behind him with confidence. It was as if he could feel the entire dance floor, never needing to take his attention off of Ailin.

Their eyes were locked onto each other as he eased her towards the center. He didn’t look anywhere else, so she didn’t either. Even if she didn’t trust him, she trusted his ability—his confidence. She was drawn to it.

She merengue marched along with him—each step was on the pulse of the music signaled by the guira. He let go of her hand but kept marching, laying the variation of merengue steps they would be dancing. She followed effortlessly and laughed gleefully.

Now this is dancing, she felt weightless.

The **** must have been relentlessly assaulting Ailin’s inhibitions because she was already enjoying this much more than she should have been.

Walter closed the gap between them and placed his hand on her waist. The contact on the bare skin of her waist felt like hellfire—a searing sensation.

This is okay. That’s where his hand is supposed to go.

She placed her arm on his shoulder and then they interlocked their free hands together. Whereas with Noah she was in charge, she had dictated their movements—even if Noah hadn’t been aware of that—it was different with Walter.

The confident man was leading her—no, steering her, driving them forward—just what she had wanted…but from Noah.

“You are pretty good!” She raised her voice just above the music.

“I would never lie about my skills…dancing or otherwise.” He winked at her.

“Calmado.” She advised him to relax lest he wished for a short dance.

He just laughed and shifted his palm away from her waist. He landed closer to her tummy and applied just enough pressure. On the next step Ailin spun out, pivoting on their clasped hands to dance side by side.

Walter surprised her by spinning her from this position until they were still side by side but facing opposing directions and let go of her hand above her head. His hand lightly touched her face, grazing it on the way down to her neck. Ailin wasn’t prepared for his fingertips to trace the length of her cleavage down to her navel.

But before she could react, he reached across to grab the outside of her waist and lunged forward, causing Ailin to squeak as he dipped her low until her back rested for only a moment across his leg. Then with practiced strength, he lifted them both back up, positioning himself behind her, holding on to her waist with both hands from behind.

From this angle, he could clearly see her cheeks straining against the soft, thin material of the dress. If there was enough light, he was sure he would have been able to see through it.

Ailin smiled as she continued to dance, never needing to look back to know what Walter wanted from her next. She swayed her hips, responding to the pressure he applied on her waist from either side.

With his left hand still on her waist, he ran the right up her naked back, feeling the ridges of her spine. He laced his fingers through her hair. With tight grip a couple of inches from the roots, he pulled—making her arch her back.

He inhaled the coconut scent of her hair.

“You smell amazing.” He whispered into her ear.

Ailin couldn’t help but compare the way he had done it to the way Noah had earlier. Walter was a master of technique; gentle but firm, assertive but considerate, dominant and unapologetic. Whereas Noah seemed to be trying something new, unsure of what he was doing. Not understanding how to measure his actions to have the desired effect. Then receding into himself when the outcome overwhelmed him.

She cleared her mind of those intrusive thoughts with a shake of her head, causing Walter to let go of her hair and grab her waist.

She leaned back into Walter the same way she had leaned into Noah, but instead of grinding her ass on Walter, she pressed her back against him to feel his movements.

This was still just dancing…right?

She lifted her arms above her head as they marched on beat and swayed as one. Walter pressed his palms against her ribs, his fingertips lightly grazing the underside of her breasts. Ailin turned her head to look up at him with a single raised eyebrow and a sassy but unamused smile, disapprovingly questioning his boldness. He just smiled wide and pulled her closer to him, making sure she understood he was the one in charge. He leaned in, pressing his lips to her ear.

“You feel amazing.” His whispering bass supplemented the music.

He traced the supple curves of her waist, making sure to be firm on her sweet spot causing a chill to run up her spine as he grazed his lips on her earlobe.

Settling his hands on her hips, she felt him dig in with his fingertips, clutching her—trying to claim her.

“Let me know if you like it?”

He’s talking about his dancing, right?

But when he pressed himself into her she realized what he was talking about. She quickly disengaged and turned around—wagging her finger at him.

“Uh uh. That’s not for you.” But still she danced, her eyes gleaming, enjoying the thrill.

Walter held his hands up, but his smile let Ailin know he wasn’t surrendering. This was just a temporary peace treaty.

They rejoined like normal, his hand on her waist, hers on his shoulder, and their other hands intertwined. But now they were different people than a minute and a half ago—they knew each other more and were plummeting towards intimacy.

Walter pulled her closer and Ailin initially resisted, but it was half-hearted. She rested her head on his broad chest. He let go of her hand and let his right hand join his left on the small of her back, pulling her into him. She responded by letting her hands meet each other behind his neck, clinging together.

She imagined herself on the edge of the cliff—only, it was different from before. Instead of fantasy Noah **** her, it was Walter dancing with her right on the edge.

“How does it feel?” Walter asked her.

“Like I’m on the edge of a cliff.” She lifted her face to look up at him.

He pulled her closer and they melded together. He settled his left leg between both of hers as they did quick figure eights with their hips, shimmying lower and lower. Ailin tried to focus on the music, how much fun she was having—and not the way his leg pressed against her thong-clad pussy, stimulating her clit.

She tried to hide her trembling, letting the music wash over her.

But Walter caught her trying to suppress a shudder, her eyes momentarily losing focus as a small ripple of ecstasy pulsed through her. With a knowing smile, he applied more pressure with his leg and a quiet, throaty moan escaped Ailin's mouth.

Walter lived for that feminine sound.

When her eyes regained focus, Walter’s mischievous grin let her know he had done that on purpose.

“Stop!” Her voice trembled, but it carried conviction.

Walter knew this was as far as she was willing to go. Even if he did enjoy walking up to boundaries and testing them, it wasn’t his style to break them.

For the rest of the dance—the last minute or so—Walter kept their dancing clean.

Ailin was grateful for that.

She was able to focus on how great she felt. How it was as if she was hearing the song for the first time again, discovering new sounds, new movements she hadn’t experienced before. Ailin hadn’t wanted it to end.

But it was inevitably approaching.

As the outro played, they smiled at each other and slowed to a stop. With only a few seconds of the song left, they stared into each other’s eyes. Their breaths were one, their chests were in sync; slowly rising and falling with deep, trembling breaths.

“¡Suave!” The final horns crescendoed into silence as the song came to an end.

The silence lifted the protective haze the music had blanketed Ailin with.

Suddenly, she was keenly aware of their closeness in that momentary silence. She felt mentally and emotionally stripped. She couldn’t hide behind the music, behind her dancing. That thrill, the pure joy she had felt, had been very real. Too real. This wasn’t some shower fantasy that she could wash down the drain. She had felt things she couldn’t ignore with a person she wouldn’t soon forget.

“You feel that too, ¿verdad?” They were on the same wavelength because—.

It’s true…Her heart started to race.

“I—I’m sorry. I need to go.” Ailin turned to leave, but Walter reached out, gently holding onto her hand.

She looked down at his hand, then up at his eyes. They were like dark chocolate Kisses.

“I don’t want you to forget this dance. Here.” Walter reached into his shirt pocket and handed Ailin his card.

“I can’t—”

“You don’t have to do anything with it. Just keep it for now, you know, just in case you want another dance.” Walter flashed her his perfect smile and Ailin couldn’t help but be charmed by it.

“Think about it.” He told her.

With that, Walter backed away from her, never taking his eyes off of her until he stepped back onto his perch on the lifted section.

Ailin looked down at the card, holding it as if she was scared of it. It was an ace of spades playing card. Then she turned it around to find Walter’s name and contact information, but above that:

Don Juan

Test their limits.

She laughed incredulously—she had been right all along…

She couldn’t hang on to it right? It would be wrong. The first thing she would do when they got home was toss it in the trash.

As the bodies danced around her, she realized that she was just standing in the middle of the dance floor—alone. Embarrassed. What would Noah think if he saw her like this?

Noah!

They were supposed to be starting their family soon…

If she just got back to the bar—got back to Noah—everything would be okay. Everything would return to normal.

She hurried back.

Noticing that she was vigorously rubbing her hands together—she **** herself to stop.

Instead, she fixed her hair, smoothed her dress, and reached for her phone to check if Noah had responded to her—but she didn’t have her bag.

“Where—” She didn’t have her phone.

Realization slapped her as she approached the bar, hoping her phone and bag were still there.

“¡Cómo estoy pendeja!”

Luckily for her, she found them together where she had left them. She let out a long, shaky sigh of relief.

“Are you okay?” Noah caused Ailin to jump.

**

“Oh hey! No, I just realized I have to do a lot of homework tomorrow!” She tried in vain to stop her hands from rubbing together, “I started to stress about it while you were gone.”

This time though, her hands shook.

Noah tried to hold his concern at bay, keeping his emotions from his face.

“Do you think we should go then?”

Ailin mulled it over for a moment, looking longingly at the dance floor. The night was still young, they could still dance some more before going back to their prison of responsibilities. But she didn’t want to be at the scene of the crime.

“I guess we should go back…” She lamented.

“Are you sure? We’ve barely even danced. I heard Suavemente from the bathroom, you must be itching to dance after not being able to.” Noah tested.

“I actually danced a little bit. Not long though, I missed you too much and the stress…I couldn’t really enjoy it.” She put her hand on his chest and leaned in.

She needed that reassurance only his embraces could provide her.

Looked to me like you enjoyed it just fine, Noah’s tendrils snaked their way into his mind—she was intentionally leaving out that she had danced with someone.

But he shunned those tendrils because Ailin looked genuinely stressed. No matter what he had seen, she wasn’t okay right now. And it was Noah’s job to comfort her. To solve her problems and make things better.

Right.

“Well I’m back now. But if you really want to go, we can.” He deferred to her, but couldn’t hug her just yet.

She could feel Noah’s hesitation and grew concerned—had he seen her?

“Yeah, I’m ready to go.” She got on her tippy toes and gave him a kiss.

He swallowed his pride and kissed her back—rejecting that, too, would make it obvious he was upset.

His heart rate gradually increased the longer their lips stayed connected and his shoulders dropped—relaxing for the first time since he had left for the bathroom. This was still the same person he loved.

Ailin could feel her senses coming back to her. This was the man she had spent basically all of her time with for the last six years. How could she have ever felt numbed to that connection? She didn’t know the answer to that, but she was going to make it up to Noah tonight.

They finally broke their kiss and she looked up at Noah, noticing him for the first time since he had left for the bathroom.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You look like you were fighting a battle in there.” She tested the waters.

He looked at the bar top—the empty shot glasses, his beer, and an untouched, fancy looking drink—then at her, clearly concerned.

“Yeah it was rough, I think it was the salsa from yesterday and lack of sleep. Hey, how much did you have to drink? I thought you were only going to take one more shot. There’s four shot glasses here.” If Ailin had been her usually perceptive self, she would have noticed that concern creeping into Noah’s voice.

That would explain it, she was drunk, Noah rationalized.

“Only three are mine,” that wasn’t a lie. “I don’t know whose the last one is.” She brought her hands together but resisted the urge to rub them.

Noah was about to press her, but then he noticed a playing card in her hand.

“What’s that in your hand?” Noah asked.

“Do you have your credit card? Let’s go beibi. If you need to close us out, I can get the car?”

“Oh shit, you’re right! I need to get my card.” Noah turned to the bartop and signaled the bartender. “Just give me a second.”

Ailin took that moment to lift the rubber casing from her phone and placed the contact card there. Then she held the lock button on her phone and whispered.

“Set a 40 minute ti—”

“Baby doll, do you want anything to drink before we leave? Water or soda?” Noah leaned in so she would hear him over the loud music.

“No amor.” Slightly paranoid, Ailin shoved her phone into her bag.

She’d just have to remember to throw that damn card away later.

Outwardly, Noah was stoic—but on the inside, Noah’s mind whipped around with insecurities and rationalizations.

It was just a dance, wasn’t it?

Maybe.

We’re meant to be together.

He knew they were—he would show her at home.

“How can I help you, handsome?” The bartender smiled at Noah.

“Heading out and wanting to close out.” Noah didn’t stare down at her cleavage—where he knew his card was.

The bartender printed his receipt and scribbled on it.

“Sounds good, honey. Feel free to get your card.” Her’s was a jezebel smile.

She presented herself to him, arching her back. Noah looked, he could see the edge of the hard plastic peeking out from that sexy fissure to hell. This woman was temptation and sin to him. She was corruption.

The opposite of Ailin.

Noah looked at his wife, but she was distracted, playing with a lock of her long hair.

Then he looked back at the bartender.

“I can’t do that, ma’am.” He frowned.

“You’re the only one between us that has any qualms about it.” She eyed Ailin when she said ‘us’.

Noah felt shame paint his face red—had she seen what transpired? Had she been privy to what Noah had missed? What had she heard?

Would she be willing to tell me? His embarrassment grew with that thought.

After a few seconds, she rolled her eyes and reached into her deep cleavage, pulling out the card for him. She lazily held it, making him reach for it. He did—but as she felt him pull, she resisted. Instead, she pulled him closer to her and whispered just over the music.

“When you’re done being naive, give me a call.” She grabbed Noah’s receipt and stuffed it into the chest of his romper—finally letting go of his card.

Noah was stunned.

Naive? She didn’t know him to make that kind of judgement. She didn’t know what he was thinking, what his life was, or who he was.

Shame became indignation. This woman wasn’t Ailin.

He hated being manhandled, especially by this strange woman. She had just stuffed the receipt into his top like a stripper. The officer inside him wanted to react accordingly—he had arrested people for less intrusive touches—but again, he couldn’t be that right now. Right now he was just Noah trying to have fun with his wife. He couldn’t ruin their night out.

But he could use this eventually…he could find out what the bartender knew.

“I will.” He hid his true emotions behind a rehearsed, cop smile.

The bartender's eyes lit up with pleasant surprise, but she recovered quickly—winking at him.

Noah hid his disdain underneath his cop mask.

“Let’s go.” He grabbed Ailin by the waist and they walked to the exit.

*

They both remained silent on their drive back home, their individual experiences of the shared evening too thick and dense to navigate through while their emotions were still raw.

Everything felt so unfamiliar now to both of them—even though it was still the same cramped Prius they had ridden in countless times before. They sat in the same seats, drove through the same streets but they didn’t really know where they were headed anymore. Even the car felt slower—denser—with the added weight of their actions.

The atmosphere at the club had coated everything in a dreamlike veil that only now felt like it was lifting. Inside their car, away from that protection, they realized everything they had felt and experienced that night was indeed real. They could take none of that back—and that reality now cast a shadow over their marriage.

But underneath the silence, their minds raged:

What the fuck was that?

Ailin scolded herself hard.

But what she had felt…

How could she have let things get that out of hand?

Although…she couldn’t deny how it had affected her—how she was feeling right now. She looked at Noah, but his eyes were trained on the road. Restless, she shifted in her seat.

Dude, what even was that?

Noah needed answers now.

The scene he had seen…

Why didn’t he stop it? Why couldn’t he move?

The images replayed over and over in his head—he couldn’t turn off his mind. He tried really hard to not look over at Ailin. He **** himself to focus on the road.

Neither dared to speak—the truth threatened to shatter the thin ice their marriage trod at the moment.

But they couldn’t ignore the fire within them. Without an outlet—burning too hot would melt that thin layer of ice and plunge them into deep waters.

Either way their marriage would drown.

Ailin took out her phone and went to her playlist.

Noah sucked in air to speak.

“H—” The sound died before it materialized as the music filled the air.

The familiar drums thrummed inside the enclosed space before the electric guitar came in.

“Am I more than you bargained fo—”

Next, Ailin changed the song.

“I want you to know, that I’m happy for y—” These lyrics were too cutting.

Next.

Another familiar tune played, this time a plucked cello danced its melody.

“Oh! Well imagine, as I’m pacing the—”

Next.

The echoes of a melody played, reverberating softly.

“Not…that four letter word. Hear it in my sleep…” This time, Ailin let the song play.

It made her hyper aware of that distinct tension she had been feeling all night since her and Noah had been in the kitchen.

Ailin shifted in the passenger seat, squeezing her thighs together and fidgeting with the waistband of her thong through the dress's thin material. Every time the car went over a bump, when the road was rough—Ailin squirmed. The vibrations were heating her up.

She kept replaying the last few hours over and over. Noah touching her, the shower, dancing—with Walter—it all was rushing to the surface.

Noah heard the song, its soft, yet sensual feel fought to pacify the storm in his mind—but it awakened another. He adjusted his romper—suddenly it felt too tight. He kept trying to find a comfortable position for his left leg to allow him some breathing room.

What had been left unspoken by both all night finally breached. They couldn’t deny it any longer no matter how much they tried to reject it.

What had happened tonight had irrevocably changed them—it had undoubtedly turned them on.

After what felt like an eternity, they finally pulled into their driveway. Trying not to seem too eager to leave the car, they both calmly—as calmly as they could manage—stepped out into the cool night air. Relief made them both take a deep breath: they were finally out of the oppressive confines of the small car—it had felt like the combined mass of their secrets was going to make that small space explode.

But the tension wasn’t gone—it had evolved.

Ailin looked at the other houses in the small, crowded neighborhood as Noah tried to unlock the door. The occasional frustrated curse came out of his mouth after each incorrect key failed to unlock the door.

Meanwhile, she couldn’t stop squirming—she needed relief urgently.

Finally, after the fourth key, he turned the knob and opened the door. He smiled and looked back to say something witty, but he didn’t get the chance to. His only warning was Ailin’s words a moment before impact—.

“Diosito mío, finally!” Her whisper was hoarse—agitated, frustrated.

She attacked Noah, pushing him through the doorway and slamming the door behind them.

“I’ve been waiting for this all night!” She whined, grabbing ahold of his romper and ripping it open, exposing his thick, hairy chest. She crashed her lips and her nose drunkenly on it, inhaling the unique fragrance of his sweat mixed with his favorite cologne.

“Oh my god!” She ran her hands all over his torso. And without warning, she bit him hard.

“Ouch, baby, what the fuck?” He fell back into the wall with Ailin attached—they heard a distinct crack of the wall giving way.

“Damn it, babe!” They would have to hire someone to fix that.

“What are you going to do? Punish me?” She growled, grabbing two fistfuls of his chest hair and pulling just hard enough to make him gasp.

“You want that?” He asked, he still needed that explicit permission.

“Yes beibi, I’m being a bad girl. I need to be punished.” She said, biting his chest again. This time, he grabbed her hair and pulled her teeth off of him.

“You’re being too rough!” He muttered, but he couldn’t deny that that, combined with what he had witnessed earlier, was doing something to him.

“What are you going to do about it, Lieutenant Wagner?” She taunted him, dangling the promotion in his face. “What would Lieutenant Wagner do? Eh?”

She went to bite his chest again, but with that firm grip of her hair, he stopped her. He pulled her away from himself and down, making her look up at him and this time he crashed his lips onto hers. With his other hand, he gripped her chin harder than he meant to, overcompensation clouding his ability to measure his strength.

Her mouth tasted like tequila.

Auusshhhh, she hissed, shaking her head loose from his grip, but kissing him back.

She reached up to his head and ran her hands through his feathery, dirty blonde hair, and pulled.

He groaned, feeling a mix of pain and pleasure.

Too rough! He barely had time to think before he felt her hands drop from his head and down to his waist as she attacked his belt.

“Fuck you’re so sexy!” She growled.

Not letting go of her hair with his right hand but caressing her neck with the left that had gripped her chin moments before, he followed her skin down. He passed the cleavage of her chest, and remembered that he had seen the strange man nearly cup her breasts. Needing—no—yearning to make her feel his touch instead, he reached into her dress and pawed at her recklessly.

Mine and no one else's! His thoughts roared, but he didn’t dare speak out loud lest his own betrayal be voiced.

“Ah!” she gasped. “Like that! ¡Asi, asi!”

Take me back, but she could never say that out loud.

The guilt crashed through her, colliding with the intense arousal she was feeling. Noah tweaked her nipple and pulled causing her to take a shallow, quick breath.

“Yes amor, ¡así! ¡Fuerte!” She cried out—she needed it rougher.

Finally succeeding in unbuckling his belt, she reached back up to his head and pulled him down so that she spoke into his ear. She gently bit and licked his earlobe, then snaked her tongue into his ear, before breathily demanding what she needed.

“Cógeme!”

He was breathing hard now, “what?” He asked, not recognizing the word in his intoxicated state.

“Fuck me, amor! Fuck me!” She said harshly, seductively. Dominantly. “Make me yours again!” A slip both missed as she bit his neck.

“Aaagh, fuck!” He cried out and picked her up.

She locked her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist the same way she greeted him from work most days. But there was no innocent happiness in her now. All that was on her mind was being fucked, being claimed by her husband. She needed to feel that she was his again, she needed to get the feeling of Walter’s skilled hands off her body. She wouldn’t forget his touch, but she could replace it with a familiar one. She needed Noah to show her he was capable, more capable than that man.

She ran her hands through his hair hard, digging her fingertips into his scalp.

“Shit.” He snarled when she pulled his hair again. “What’s gotten into you baby?”

He turned them both and pushed her against the wall.

“I need this…I need it.” She did—she had needed this since their talk the day before.

But did she need Noah? He wasn’t sure.

Their eyes had gotten used to the lowlight of the moon sneaking in through the gaps of the blinds. He blinked, looking at the desire in her eyes. He hadn’t seen her like this before. The intensity concerned him. But underneath that concern, he couldn’t deny the geysers of excitement that erupted through the surface leaving **** craters on his mantle.

Like him, she also struggled with these terrifying feelings she couldn’t contain. She hadn’t yearned like this before—she needed release. She felt a searing fire in her chest that needed to be put out before it consumed her. And Noah was the only one who could put it out for her right now.

He kissed her hard making her head thud on the wall.

“Sorr—”

“Shh!” She kissed him back, then started nibbling on his bottom lip.

He let out of a quick, low groan when the nibbles turned into a sharp tug of his lip between her teeth. Then with passion and a little cruelty intertwined, she bit a little harder, savouring the whimper it triggered followed by a—.

“Fuck!” Noah yelled.

Finally, he carried her into the kitchen, setting her down on the table. He grabbed the shoulders of her dress and went to pull them down, but she stopped him.

“Not here, amor. Take me to our bed?” She asked.

“Fuck but you look so hot here.” He whined and grabbed her thighs as they were wrapped around his waist. He dug his fingers in as hard as he allowed himself to and pulled her dress up, exposing her black thong. But she grabbed his wrists, keeping him from going any further.

“Not here, plis amor.” Her kitchen was her temple.

Here she reminisced about the time she spent with her mom before her dad had brought her from Mexico. It was the one place she still felt like she was safe from the world.

Relenting, Noah put one arm on her back and the other under her butt, and picked her up.

“Of course, baby doll.”

Noah carried Ailin through the hall as they kissed, her hands running wild through his hair. The combination of darkness inside the house and Ailin hungrily kissing him while he tried to navigate his way to their room caused him to accidentally bump her into the doorframe of their bedroom.

“Ach! Hijo de tu puta madre!” She snarled at the son of a bitch and bit his lip in retaliation.

“Mrmm!” He groaned.

He placed her onto their dresser and dug his fingers into her thighs, kissing her hard.

“Uhh,” she moaned into his mouth

He ran his hands up her thighs and gripped her waist. His big, strong hands locked her in place. Then he started to grind his crotch into hers. She could feel his cock roughly digging into her clit through his romper and the soft material of her thong. The fabric was dampening the stimulation she felt, but it was enough to make her moan again. She felt like she needed to cum, but the only way to do that was to have his cock inside of her. She yearned to feel that maddening duality; the silk-wrapped strength only Noah could provide in that moment. It was so firm and unyielding but it would stroke inside her so softly.

“Diosss.” She hissed, remembering the exact feeling.

She started to yank his romper down, not caring if it tore in the process. Taking the hint, Noah grabbed the bunched up bottom of her dress and pulled it off her. When their chests finally reunited again without the meddling clothes in the way—they both sighed.

A chill ran down Ailin’s spine as Noah’s chest hair grazed her nipples. They hardened in arousal so quickly that they ached. Noah knew Ailin—the one up until today—and he showed her that. His eyes were already drifting to her chest.

Noah grabbed her tits. He loved the way they felt in his hands, the way they were just big enough to threaten to spill out. He squeezed them gently, making Ailin shudder.

God she could have her tits played with any time—all the time. She loved the electricity she felt run through her chest every time the calluses on his hands made contact with her nipples.

“Oh.” She cooed as he began to roll them between his fingers.

God it felt like he was scratching the deepest, most unreachable itch.

Noah kissed her neck. Starting with soft kisses, little teasing pecks. But when Ailin whined and started to gyrate her hips against him, Noah picked up the intensity. He started to lick from her neck up to her earlobe.

“Fuck, you taste so good baby.” He whispered with a bit of a lip smack.

Then he started to work his way down her neck with wet kisses. Every kiss drew a short breath from Ailin. When he reached her collarbone, she arched her back for him, pushing out her chest.

He knew what she wanted. He put his palms under her tits to lift and push them together, grabbing ahold of as much of her as he could—she gasped in anticipation.

He drew his mouth closer and closer to her nipples. In sexual frustration she kept trying to push her tits out more, to feel the sweet, wet sensation of a velvet tongue that would give her that much needed release. But Noah knew what he was doing, so he played with her.

He planted a kiss, just barely wet enough for Ailin to have an unsatisfying taste, then he lightly blew air. The cold sensation triggered goose bumps and she whined.

“Oh please! ¡No seas cruel!” She begged him.

Her mouth and throat were dry from her shaky, short breaths.

She felt the anxiety and frustration in her lower back near the end of her spine. The anticipation was causing her to lose control of her self-restraint. If she had to wait any longer she was going to go insane.

Noah smiled mischievously, but he obeyed. He always did.

He reinforced his firm hold of her tits and started to kiss them. At first the kisses were small—he wanted to savor the build-up of every **** whine from his wife. Then he began to gently suck each nipple between his lips, using the softness of those lips to apply pressure. Finally when he had applied just enough pressure—making Ailin squirm deliciously—he licked the tip of her nipples.

Ailin shuddered, the tiniest of orgasms undulating through her body. The first taste of what would come tonight.

“More.” She breathlessly commanded, reaching for his head and pulling him closer—forcing him to match her own needy urgency.

That was all the confirmation he needed to descend on her tits like a man possessed. He wanted to drain her body, wrenching out every single orgasm she could possibly have inside of her. He sucked her tits with abandon, no longer needing to be gentle or playful. He needed to prove to her—to himself—that he could.

That’s what she wanted right?

He tightened his grip on her tits and kneaded them. His tongue raked across her nipples, the harsh softness making her cry out.

“¡Ay sí! Yes beibi. ¡Así!”

He redoubled his efforts with the praise and sucked her right nipple into his mouth. It would be impossible to get her entire tit in, but it was almost as if he wanted to do just that. When he got as much of it inside his mouth as he could, he dragged his teeth across her sensitive skin, ending at the peaks. He locked her nipple between his teeth and as hard as he could **** himself to, he bit down, rolling it between his teeth.

“Oh fuck!” she screamed. The painfully pleasing sensation dragging out another mini orgasm from her.

But this time Noah didn’t hesitate, he sucked her tit back into his mouth, trying to create a vacuum around it. Then he started flicking her nipple with his tongue: every flick making her twitch and her pussy tingle.

Not wanting to leave her left breast dry and wanting, Noah moved onto it. He kept stimulating her right breast with his right hand by rolling her nipple between his fingers.

“That’s so good, amor.” She exhaled harshly, rolling her eyes.

But it was different this time, gentler. She needily groaned her protest, trying to wrest the same urgent and raw intensity as before from him.

This had been building all night and she desperately needed him to make her fantasy a reality—the biggest difference was that she still felt in charge. She hadn’t surrendered herself to him yet because he hadn’t demanded that from her.

Noah could feel the frantic pulls against him, so he redoubled his efforts—it was just enough to keep up.

Her eyes rolled for the briefest of moments and she threw her head back. The first full body orgasms that night crashed up into her belly—causing her to tense up—then spread across her body.

“Ooh fuuuck!” She cooed—digging her nails into Noah's shoulders.

He groaned in pain, but clung onto her nipple with his teeth making Ailin yelp. Something primal woke up inside of Noah, something that had been dormant for so long that it was foreign to him. A frustrated, muffled growl emanated from his throat as he ground his cock hard into her pussy.

She was right before, he did have to punish her—but he didn’t know how to exactly. But he let go of her tits with his hands—keeping one still in his mouth—and lifted her.

She clung to his neck for dear life, her hefty tit aching in his mouth.

“Aussshh!” She hissed with the pain—each step he took made her breast tremble in his mouth, making his teeth dig in.

He let go of her tit and let her drop onto the bed. That same groan rumbled in his throat as he watched her tits wobble softly from the impact.

Ailin lifted herself up onto her elbows and her eyes feasted on Noah—that hunger was all-consuming.

This made him suddenly very self-aware. In that moment, he realized that no matter how wild she drove him, she was truly feral.

His arousal crawled up his spine.

“Sacalo, show it to me.” Her breathy, sultry voice was compulsory.

Her eyes were locked onto his crotch

“Yes ma’am.” Noah dropped his romper and his short short style briefs in one smooth motion.

“Mmmm, ¡me pones mal, cabron!” She rolled her eyes and shook her head—resting her gaze on his hard cock.

This fucker got her going something fierce.

Her thighs rubbed together, she couldn’t wait any longer.

He grabbed her ankles and dragged her—causing her to yelp—to the edge of the bed. Being this close up and under him, his hulking frame was slightly intimidating.

Walter was smooth moves and lean aggression like a wolf, whereas Noah was bulky girth and the teddy bear cuddliness of a bear. But she was trying to find out if that bear was a grizzly or a panda.

She shook her head again, clearing her head. Comparing Noah—the love of her life—to this stranger she had just met wasn’t healthy behavior.

Noah brought her back to the present when his paws grabbed either side of her thong. She helped him by lifting her butt and he pulled the flimsy piece of clothing off her.

He wanted to dive in, eating her out, but he knew what they both wanted right now. It was the only thing on either of their minds.

He stepped closer to her, resting her ankles on his shoulders, then looked down at his cock.

She followed his gaze, squirming as he grabbed it and lined up with her slit.

She was drenched. Noah felt his cock head become slick with her lubricant. Then he looked up at Ailin’s beautiful, porcelain face. Her cheeks were flush, she looked like she had a fever. Her chest rose and fell deeply with labored breaths—even though they hadn’t even started.

She wanted it bad.

So he allowed himself a single, selfish indulgence—something he knew would drive her crazy. He ran his long cock along her pussy, coating them both in his pre-cum and her clear cream, then he let it rest on her tummy. His soaked tip kissed just underneath her navel while his balls rested at her entrance.

“Are you ready?” He asked—he always needed to.

“Por Dios Noah, si—fuck me!” Her desperation masked her frustrated annoyance.

She appreciated that he asked, but sometimes she wished he would just take what he wanted. She had no idea if she could be more ready.

But then she looked up at his face, catching his teasing smile—he knew she needed this, that son of a bitch. She gave him the most unamused stare she could muster, but his smile grew. He dragged his cock painfully slowly over her clit—she moaned—and then placed his tip at her entrance.

He held it there for a moment, and their eyes locked.

“Hard.” It wasn’t up for debate.

“Are you sure?” He asked out of habit, but his mind had already been made up about it.

“Amor, for fucks sa—aahh!” Her pained gasp interrupted her whine as he plunged into her, hilting in one rough motion.

It was a tight fit.

He gave her a moment to get used to his girth before he pulled more than halfway out, then he plunged in again. He repeated the motion a few more times, before he settled into a faster rhythm.

He can dance but I can fuck, Noah reassured himself.

“Papi si, just like that!” She interrupted the sound of his groin slapping into her ass.

He had her thighs gripped in his hands, pulling himself into her—and he reached around with his right hand to play with her clit.

She arched her back and started to pull hard on her nipples. Each time he slammed into her, she crowned it with her words.

“Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit! Oh SH—SH—SSSHHIT.” Her voice trembled as she came again—it travelled through her body, making her fingers and toes numb.

It felt amazing, but she knew what waited for her on the other side of the surrender she needed taken from her.

“Harder!” Her breathless, trembling command was Noah’s to follow.

He stopped playing with her clit and let go of her thigh reaching up.

Ailin thought he was reaching to hold onto her tits but instead he gripped her hard by the wrists and pulled himself into her.

Slap slap slap slap slap, Noah drove into Ailin hard—straining to pull her.

Despite her grunts and moans, she needed more from him—so she goaded him.

“Beib, beib. I love that you’re so gentle and you love me and that you make love to me…” She caressed his face lovingly—needing him to know she was being genuine when she said that, “but please. Right now, I really need you to fuck me.”

The confused look on Noah’s face **** Ailin. She grabbed his wrists instead and pulled him up to her, placing his hands around her neck.

“This is what I want.” She could see the doubt in his eyes, but there was nothing else she could do.

She had vocalized it, showed him, and now it was up to him.

Noah’s hands felt foreign to him, the way they wrapped around Ailin’s neck—he wasn’t so sure he could do this.

But he would try. For her.

He held her neck and started to fuck her, unsure of how hard to **** her. But even his hands just resting there were already making Ailin react.

“I’ve been bad beibi.” Her eyes were gleaming with vulnerability—but mischief shimmered underneath.

Noah agreed, he furrowed his eyebrows, remembering the pain he felt earlier as he retched in the bathroom. He slowed his thrusts until he was just stroking his cock with her pussy. Every time he bottomed out, he dug into her—making her whimper.

“What did you do?” He tightened his grip and she squirmed.

He stroked himself with her.

“I can’t tell you.” She teased.

“Why?!” Noah couldn’t help himself, he raised his voice.

“Because I enjoye—” She wheezed, cut off by Noah applying more pressure.

If she admitted to liking it, then Noah could no longer make excuses for the both of them.

He left one hand to **** her and traced her neck down to her spasming chest—placing it between her trembling tits.

“FUCK!” She squeaked through her throat as he slammed into her.

This is what she wanted—no—needed.

“Why can’t you tell me?” He roughly grabbed her nipple between his fingers.

They both knew why, but neither would admit it.

“It’s—a—secret.” She struggled, but she had never been more turned on.

He looked up at Ailin’s face, and her eyes were rolling back—a smile on her face as she rushed back to the cliff in her mind.

This time she knew she was going to jump in head first.

Noah realized he wanted her to admit her transgression, but he couldn’t hear her say it. It would hurt too much—but worse still, he was close to cumming whenever he thought about it.

You want to dance with someone else? You want to fuck someone else? Don’t you? Noah couldn’t stop those thoughts.

And he couldn’t stop his cock from throbbing at those thoughts.

He was slamming into Ailin recklessly while lost in his own mind—barely aware of the physical world.

But to Noah, that realization—the admission that watching her with another man turned him on—while now **** her—shattered his decade old mental block.

Noah couldn’t stop the thought his repressed memories brought back with them.

I can’t do this, I’m not my father.

Noah looked at his hands, they were Reinhard’s in that moment—**** Ailin.

Abruptly, he let go of Ailin’s neck mid thrust—just as she was reaching the crest of the cliff again—and she looked at him confused. Betrayed, even.

Instead, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and **** her to look down at his cock pistoning in and out of her.

Ailin groaned—this would have to do for now.

“Noah I swear to God, que sí paras, ¡te mato!” And in this moment, she was dead serious, she would kill him if he stopped.

He understood—only grunting his response as he pounded into her. Every time their bodies crashed together, a tiny breathy moan escaped her lips.

It was amazing, it felt so good—but what she needed was now missing again.

“Stop holding back!” She screamed at him as her building orgasm threatened to shatter into ruin by his restraint.

“I’m not!” Noah didn’t understand that that was a lie.

He was going as hard and rough as he believed was possible. Just not in the way Ailin wanted him to. At that moment, Noah realized he wouldn’t be able to do that for her. He couldn’t **** her, slap her, even pulling her hair as rough as he was right now was making him uncomfortable.

But still, this was just barely enough. He slammed his hips down into Ailin, bottoming out and briefly—just for the slightest of moments—grazing her cervix.

It wasn’t the fact that he had reached her cervix that did it, that was uncomfortable for almost anyone—but it had been the pain. It was like a large needle prick, an impaling sensation that was gone almost as soon as it was felt—and she popped.

“OH MY GOD—FUCK—GOD—OH—Please! DON’T stop Noah!” She shrieked.

She had been hoping for a tsunami to drown her in wave after wave of pleasure, dragging her down until she couldn’t breathe—but it hadn’t quite reached that intensity. She just heaved over the turbulent waves as they slammed inside of her, riding them for all their worth.

“¡DIOOOSSS!” She trembled over and over again, her legs shaking—frenzied—with Noah between them as he continued to fuck her.

She felt the familiar shift in Noah, signaling he was going to pull out, but she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him down—his full weight pinning her writhing body underneath him. That was always her only warning he was about cum—his orgasms being voiceless. Another thing Ailin wanted so desperately to change.

For Noah, pulling out had been a reflex at this point—he had already forgotten why they had ended up here to begin with.

They were trying to start a family.

Realizing that, he started to grind his own orgasm into Ailin.

She felt his hot cum coat the inside of her unprotected pussy for the first time. That naughty thought and the ensuing sensation made her shudder.

It was odd for her, understanding Noah had just given her the strongest orgasm she had ever had, but knowing there was still more. And worse still, knowing that Noah, despite his trying and considerate love to go as far as he did, wouldn’t be able to get her there.

Her body had definitely peaked, her orgasm nearly made her lose control of her body—but not her mind. That was still intact.

Essentially, she would do a lot to feel this way again, but she wouldn’t do anything. And that’s what she wanted, to be so **** to cum that she’d do anything.

But still, she was satisfied—for now. She sighed, hugging Noah.

“I love you—so much.” She whispered into his ear and hugged him.

Noah felt queasy.

“I love you, too, baby doll.” He rolled off of her and settled at the edge of the bed.

“That was amazing, amor.” She wasn’t necessarily lying.

A wave of exhaustion hit Ailin as she repositioned herself further up on the bed, pulling her blanket over herself—her hand extended to Noah.

But his mind was already gone down the rabbit hole.

*

Noah

Was it amazing?

How he felt right now—what his intrusive thoughts and insecurities fed him—Noah wondered now if that was true. Had he even come close to making her feel what she felt in the shower? Or if she was enjoying herself as much as she had been at the club? Noah wasn’t sure. He had watched his wife dance with another man—no, not just dance—their chemistry was practically making love on the dance floor.

And all Noah could do was watch.

He wanted to ask Ailin about everything he had seen today. His guilt and post nut clarity provided him with the courage he needed to do so. But her eyes were already closed when he looked at her and the light snoring he heard confirmed it.

She was sound asleep while Noah’s mind was still restless.

He decided he needed the bathroom, he had to pee a little—maybe. Or maybe he just needed a cold splash of water on his face.

He tried his best not to move the bed as he got up. Looking back at his wife, she looked so beautiful, so pristine. He allowed himself a small smile.

She was still the future mother of his children after all, he could appreciate her while still feeling so uncertain.

He walked to the bathroom quietly but upon turning the light on from the doorway, he froze. It brought back the memories from the shower earlier into his mind.

The shower wasn’t empty. Ailin was leaning against the wall like before—panting, moaning—except she wasn’t alone. The dark skin of a man entered Noah’s vision. It was the stranger from the club and he stood in all his naked glory in front of Ailin. He was rough—pulling her hair, biting her, slapping her, and **** her the way she desired.

The way Noah couldn’t bring himself to do.

He watched in awed horror as the stranger positioned himself between Ailin’s legs and thrust himself into her—but Noah looked away.

Even in his own imagination he was powerless to stop his wife from being with another man—his inaction had become his consent.

And that was the worst part—realizing he was complicit.

He couldn’t let himself think about that. He clenched his eyes until he saw static. Then he blinked. As his vision returned within seconds, the horribly erotic image didn’t. But it had left evidence behind to **** Noah.

Still nude, now he couldn’t visually hide his arousal from himself anymore. Despite having cum only a few minutes ago, Noah was nearly hard again.

The queasy feeling in his stomach from earlier returned, but it was dulled. He exhaled.

I need a cold shower.

But his intrusive imagination made it feel unsafe right now. Instead, he went to the sink to splash cold water on his face.

His reflection scrutinized him with disdain.

He could only stare back until he noticed something off about it. It was his eyes—those weren’t his eyes…they were his father’s.

Pathetic, you’re not even a man. You’re what I always knew you were, you’re a —.

“No…I’m not.” He didn’t need to argue with the apparition of his father in his own mind.

Finding his resolve, he walked away from the mirror—but he refused to look back up at his reflection.

He stopped at the boundary of the doorway and watched Ailin sleep. She looked so peaceful, so unbothered by anything around her—while Noah was breaking. Even now he couldn’t deny she was still a gorgeous sight.

He sighed—and stepped through the open door.