The evening neither really wanted

If Matt were in a romantic comedy he would only have to wait a few minutes and Marsella would suddenly appear at the door to his bungalow, drenched from a sudden rainstorm, and she would be his.

But this was not a romantic comedy and instead Marsella was rummaging through her clothes to find something suitable to entertain her husband.

She frowned, agitated, while Lyla sat on the bed. Lyla understood Marsella’s troubles better than most, being she, too, was caught within the gravity of ultra-powerful men. Cedric would be back eventually, perhaps in minutes or not until tomorrow, but he would arrive all the same, itching with lust and impossible to deny. Marsella was usually very stoic in these moments, preparing for the inevitable with a detached flow. Tonight, Lyla noticed, was different. She was upset and badly trying to hide it.

It wasn’t really Lyla’s business. The girl had obviously been out enjoying herself and had been interrupted. Lyla wouldn’t ask, it was always better to be ignorant of any marital indiscretions, but if Marsella didn’t fix her attitude it could mean hell for both of them.

“Everything okay?” Lyla asked.

“Yeah,” Marsella replied, yanking lingerie from a suitcase.

Lyla knew better, “I’m sorry. I didn't want to come mess with your evening.”

“I know, it’s not either of our faults.”

“Still.”

Marsella flopped into the bed with Lyla, arms behind her head. This part already sucked, waiting for hours just in case Cedric decided to come back, but it was made even worse that she couldn’t stop thinking about her date with Matt...

—

Meanwhile, Matt looked out the back window of his bungalow at the pool, lit so bright that the only indication it was night was the pitch black sky above. He pondered the activity outside, debating how he should finish the night.

He missed Marsella.

It weighed heavily on his mind, especially that kiss. He licked his lips, her taste long worn off, but it almost seemed like it was still there. He knew her disappearance was related to her husband, which made her dashing off so fast a little less sad, but that only meant his window to seduce her was closing.

He had unread messages from his women back home but he didn’t want to talk to them. He wanted Marsella.

Matt tried to put her from his mind and walked into the back patio of his bungalow. The distant bass from at least three different parties competed from a distance and a handful of people were hanging out in the pool. He recognized one: the sun-kissed woman he had seen that morning. Well, she was still alone, why not go say hi?

He stalled, glancing around with trepidation. Getting in with a woman like Marsella should fill a man with confidence, but Matt still doubted himself. Things were different here when the women weren’t getting naked for him out of nowhere.

All right, he was bored, a little lonely, and backed up. Matt grabbed his trunks and slipped into the pool from his deck and casually swam over to the woman.

“Hi there,” he said, careful to look at her face and not her exquisite body barely contained in her tight, little black bikini.

“Hey,” she replied, her deep brown eyes smiling mischievously.

“I’m Matt,” he began, “I saw you this morning and wanted to come meet you but I got busy, so here I am.”

“I’m Alicia,” she said, voice hinting at a Spanish accent, “it’s nice to meet you, but I’m actually here with someone.”

“Oh, okay,” Matt said, resigning himself to competing with yet another man, “I just haven’t seen you with anyone so I thought...”

“She’s over there,” Alicia motioned to the poolside where an older woman reclined lazily with a drink. The woman waved back and Matt returned the gesture.

“Well, cool, anyway, I’ll leave you guys alone and—“

“It’s not like that,” Alicia said, “but I’m not alone.”

“Can I ask how it’s like?” Matt said, moving up beside Alicia and leaning over the side of the pool with her.

The dark haired beauty giggled. “No, but I appreciate your... candor.”

“In that case, never mind,” Matt smiled, trying to ease the tension that he felt and Alicia was enjoying a little too much. “I’d just hate to make you uncomfortable.”

“Me? You’re the one that looks uncomfortable!” Alicia teased.

“I’m a little out of my element,” Matt said.

“Oh? What about this isn’t your element?” Alicia pressed.

Matt knew Alicia was flirting with him. It felt wrong, somehow. Like he was cheating... well, he was doing plenty of that. But it was like he was cheating on Marsella, and after being around her so much it seemed just a little worse.

“Uh, well, talking to beautiful women, I guess,” Matt stammered.

“I think you’re doing fine,” she said. “So, where are you from?”

Matt couldn’t remember what lie he’d told Marsella. He was a tech guy from... shoot! Shit! It came to him eventually, but he still paused for an oddly long time.

“California!” he exclaimed. “Sorry, wow. I just got distracted by... well, you.” He smiled, hoping his recovery had gone well.

Alicia giggled. “Nice save. I’m actually from a town not far from San Diego across the border.”

“Well, how about that?” Matt said. “What brings you here?”

Alicia beckoned back to the woman in her chair. “And what about you?”

“I made some money and thought I should travel.”

Alicia grinned. “That’ll make you popular here.”

“But what about right here?” Matt asked, sliding in closer so that his shoulder kissed against Alicia’s.

Alicia didn’t answer. Her lips pressed against Matt’s for a few seconds. She breathed in sharply, sucking his lips against hers and savoring the kiss.

“That will do nicely, I think,” she said, biting her lip.

Matt was either too horny or too distracted by pride to notice it had been too easy to seduce Alicia. It had been several weeks since the spell had taken hold of him and now more benefits were starting to bloom. He had been busy all day and didn’t see women taking second glances, strangely taken with interest when he walked past. Alicia had been no different and Matt had been on her mind all day.

Matt wasn’t thinking about any of that, though he rarely did at all, and assumed he was either that smooth or that attractive. Maybe to Alicia he was, but the spell was doing most of the work for him.

Matt kissed her again, slow and soft, and she turned toward him and draped her arms over his shoulders. In a few minutes he would be walking her into his bungalow but for now he would enjoy the press of fresh lips against his and her tight, athletic body pressing around him.

But it was Marsella’s face he saw on his mind’s eye.

—

While Matt was about to score with Alicia, Cedric had come home.

He stumbled in, noisily, and slammed the door behind him. The women on the bed perked up, forcing smiles. Cedric, high as a kite, grinned. He beckoned for the women to greet him as he had many times before. They rose and embraced him, planting kisses on his neck and shoulders and trying to avoid his lips, though he was too forceful to get away with that for long. He tasted like booze and cigarettes and nothing pleasant. Marsella grimaced when he looked away, her little act of defiance, even as she reached into his pants.

Alicia kissed Matt hungrily as the sliding closed behind them. They collapsed on the bed, lips sloppy and feverish. Their hands wandered over each other, exploring and squeezing and pulling clothes away. For such a small girl Alicia had huge breasts and Matt quickly pulled them free of her bikini and brought them into his mouth. She moaned softly and squirmed in his arms, biting her plump lip with delight.

Matt stripped her naked and grinned at the sight. She was athletic and petite but her tits and ass were both enormous. Being with her was like hitting the jackpot, and she was about his age. He should be delighted, and he was, but... his mind was conflicted.

Alicia was laying on her stomach and she hastily shoved her hands inside Matt’s pants, pulling his manhood out and stroking it passionately while her lips found his balls. It didn’t take long for her to realize this wasn’t any ordinary dick.

“Holy shit!” she muttered.

Cedric was not in the mood for foreplay tonight. Already both women had been stripped naked and Marsella was forced to 69 Lyla on the bed while her husband loudly, and recklessly, fucked the other woman’s pussy. Sweat cascaded down his body. Marsella’s tongue dragged across her husband’s cock as he fucked Lyla. The blonde’s cries in heat were mostly fake and she didn’t even bother to tease Marsella’s sex. If Cedric couldn’t see it then it didn’t matter. Besides, it would just make Marsella feel worse about everything.

Alicia’s jaw had dropped when she saw Matt’s cock grow. He knew the look on her face well and he took control while she was still in shock. He kissed her onto her back and prepared to penetrate the tight slit between her legs. His cock head had barely fit inside when it clamped so tight around him he couldn’t force inside any further. She came, a fountain of warm fluid squirting against Matt’s torso as he tried to get further inside the petite woman.

Every inch was a struggle. Alicia continued to orgasm, legs twitching as each second only drove her further into an endless and overwhelming heat. Four inches in and Matt couldn’t go any further. Her wet pussy soaked him, the sheets, and just about everything else nearby. Matt slowly fucked her with as much of his enormous cock as he could. Alicia was clearly in heaven, having the time of her life, though Matt was not necessarily having the same experience.

Marsella gagged. Cedric had finished inside Lyla and now he wanted his wife’s mouth. He was trying to be rough and only somewhat succeeding. Mostly he just mashed his hips against Marsella’s mouth and made her uncomfortable.

“Your turn, my sweet,” he stuttered, still quite drunk.

Marsella repositioned herself so that her husband had his pick of the gifts between both women’s legs. She frowned, just inches from Lyla’s face, as Cedric penetrated her. Both women rolled their eyes as the man moaned for an entirely different woman that neither of them knew.

“Figures,” Marsella muttered under her breath before shouting the best fake moans she could muster.

Alicia’s screams were far more genuine. Her legs flopped lifelessly around Matt’s waist as he fought to get any of his massive meat into her. Her pussy stretched and gaped and the ultra tight opening felt incredible, even if he could hardly use it. He couldn’t push his luck further, sustained pushes against her resistance almost made the quivering woman black out.

Matt pulled out as he felt his balls seize, stroking his shaft for a moment. Alicia looked up and licked her lips, unable to move while her body twitched with her continuing orgasm. The bed was soaked through with her fluids and her legs glistened with it.

“Oh god, oh god,” Alicia moaned, chest heaving with need for his cum.

Matt gave it to her, ejaculating long, thick ropes of his seed across Alicia’s tan flesh. It splattered across her big tits and down her belly; over her face and into her mouth. She moaned with delight as Matt covered her completely in his orgasm. He jammed his cock back in her aching cunt, the last of his semen bulging in her teeny slit and up into her abdomen. The sudden penetration brought her to one last, hard orgasm that clenched so tight around Matt that he couldn’t remove his giant meat from her little pussy for over a minute.

Cedric was already snoozing. He had sloppily fucked his wife for a few minutes and then accidentally blown his load over their legs before falling face first into the bed. Lyla tip toed out and gave her friend a final sympathy wave before vanishing, leaving Marsella and her husband alone.

Marsella stared at the ceiling and contemplated her life. She did this with shocking regularity these days and was made all the worse by her magical day with Matt. She couldn’t stop thinking about him. He had been so kind, and respectful, and that kiss...

Could they be together? Or, really, could she ever escape her husband? She had long schemed ways to rid herself of this marriage, but he was a careful, powerful man. She knew she had his trust, thankfully, but that meant any attempt to leave would bring the facade crashing down. She had one chance, realistically. She sighed and rolled to her feet, looking for a towel to wipe Cedric jizz from her leg. He wasn’t going to wake up so she might as well be comfortable.

—

Matt finished making the bed. Alicia had gone, still covered in his cum. She mumbled something about her travel companion liked when she came back like this, or whatever, Matt had barely paid attention. The sheets needed changing anyway from the squirting... and Matt just wanted to be alone.

Alicia was gorgeous, fun, and so, so fucking tight. But... the act had been so devoid of emotion... There had been plenty of passion, especially from Alicia, but Matt found himself thinking of someone else.

Matt went for a walk. It was getting late but the resort was still mostly alive. The parties were over but pockets of activity still remained, the last embers of a dying fire. It was warm, with a pleasant wind from the ocean. Matt realized that he felt bad for having sex with Alicia, so much so that he would even call it a regret. He’d cheated aggressively on Lucy and never felt as sharp a pain as he felt now.

What was Marsella doing to him?

That might Matt and Marsella climbed into bed with sadness weighing on their hearts. One for being in bed with the wrong man, yet again, and yearning for freedom. The other for not knowing who he wanted to share his bed with, but inexplicably drawn to the one blocked from him the most.