That Night

Of course Thomas watched. After we went to bed, he told me how exciting he thinks it is when Dirk fucks me. What turned him on most was that it didn't happen in our apartment, but in a place where others could have watched too. He fantasizes in detail about all the possible and impossible places Dirk could screw me.

I can't see it in the dark, but the noises he's making and the movements under the blanket are unmistakable. He's jerking off. He cums with a grunt.

Did I marry a pervert?

Thomas' snoring keeps me awake. I stare up with my eyes wide open, seeing nothing. All my brooding doesn't help; I just can't come up with a solution to get us out of this sticky situation. If only I hadn't started anything with Dirk. The blame for all this clearly lies with me. At least Sina didn't notice anything.

Sina.

I can't stop thinking about my daughter. She's sleeping next door in her room. She never locks her door. Why should she? She's at home in her parents' safe apartment. Maybe I should have suggested that she lock the door for once? No, that would have aroused her suspicion and led to questions I couldn't answer. Didn't want to answer.

I prick up my ears. Was that a noise in the hallway? My maternal instinct tells me that I have to protect my child. From whatever and whoever.

Dirk.

Is he sneaking up on her? He's lying on the couch. It's only a few steps from there to the children's room.

My heart is racing. I toss and turn restlessly.

I can't stand the uncertainty any longer. On bare feet, I sneak out. I have to see for myself that everything is okay. That Dirk is asleep and leaving Sina alone.

I press the door handle to the living room. Millimeter by millimeter, I open the door, hoping it won't creak. Finally, the gap is wide enough for me to peek through. Moonlight seeps through the cracks in the shutters.

Sure enough, Dirk is lying there. Quietly under the feather bed I got him. I exhale deeply, relieved.

Then I see it: His eyes are open. Damn. He looks straight at me. One hand rises, beckoning. Come here.

At first, I want to run away, pretend I wasn't here. But what good would that do? He would follow me and only make things worse.

I slump my shoulders and take a deep breath. Then I walk over to him.

Dirk grins that nasty Dirk grin.

“Hello, gorgeous. Are you missing me?”

At least he’s not speaking loudly. The last thing I need is for him to wake Sina up.

I shake my head reluctantly.

“I just wanted to see if you needed anything. Is the blanket warm enough?” I lie.

“More than enough. Actually, I don’t need it at all.”

He throws back the duvet. He's naked underneath. His cock...

My gaze is magically drawn to it. I can't help but look. Of course it's hard. Big. Thick. Veins are clearly visible along the massive shaft.

He raises an eyebrow. You know what you have to do. I understand the silent request.

Hesitantly, I kneel down. A remnant of resistance is still there. But I know that if I don't give him what he wants, he'll get it somewhere else. I can't let that happen.

I moisten my lips and bend over him. Immediately, I am engulfed by his unmistakable scent, that mixture of musk, body heat, and sea breeze.

I kiss his glans. Plump and round, it presses against my lips. I play around it with my tongue, making it wet and slippery before licking the entire shaft. Dirk groans. A deep vibration from his stomach.

“That's good. But it's not what I want right now.”

I give him a questioning look.

“Sit on me and ride me.”

Damn. I had hoped he would be satisfied if I gave him a blow job. Quick and clean.

Meekly, I lift my nightgown.

Without shame, Dirk reaches between my legs. His middle finger pushes into my pussy. I'm not ready for it, but I can't suppress a moan. I can already feel myself getting wet, as if Dirk has pressed a button that makes me ready for him.

“Ah, you seem to need it badly. Then I won't stop you,” he mocks.

I place my knees on the sofa to his left and right. He directs me so that his erect pole presses against my entrance. I sink down.

Aaaah!

As always, he stretches me to the limit. But now that I'm in control, I decide how and where he touches me. I lift myself up a little, let my pelvis circle, rock back and forth. Instinctively, I adjust myself so that he hits me exactly where it feels best.

I forget the time, forget the place. I forget who I am.

A furnace glows in my belly, heating me up. In no time, I'm drenched in sweat.

Dirk pulls my nightgown over my head, grabs my breasts, massages them. Twirls and pinches my nipples.

I break under the onslaught of sensory impressions. I arch my back. I bite my lips to keep from screaming.

Exhausted, I sink down onto Dirk. His cock is still deep inside me, hard and throbbing.

And in that terrible moment, I realize that he is far from satisfied.