What's Left Unsaid - Chapter 6

I spent my day doing two things. Cleaning the house, and ignoring texts from Ash. I’d been neglectful of my duties at home over the past month since things started up with Ash. Not that house cleaning was an expected job or duty for me. Conner did plenty of that work too, but it was unfair to unload it all on him while I went out… ugh.

All my energy had gone into deep cleaning the house. Dusting. Scrubbing. Scouring the bathtub to the point it was bleached white as if it were new. My hands were raw and pruned and my back ached from being bent over most of the day, but I felt good. I felt like I was putting effort back into my home. My life. My marriage.

My sexual needs had been getting in the way. It was unfair to Conner. The man deserved so much better than I was giving him.

I slumped down on the couch, exhausted, sweaty. My black sports bra and yoga tights were drenched in sweat and sticking to me in uncomfortable ways. I’d thought about working out today, but that seemed unnecessary considering how much I’d been doing today. The house smelled fresh and clean. Every speck of dust I could find was gone. Shelves were straightened. Kitchen organized and refrigerator purged of spoiled and forgotten foods. I sat and looked around and realized… I was compensating.

Did I really think that cleaning the house would somehow make up for cheating on my husband?

Oh god… I’d said it… or thought it… fuck.

My face fell into my hands and my phone buzzed. Another text from Ash. The man was relentless. He couldn’t take a hint. But then again, I wasn’t very good at sticking with my dismissals of his advances. I’d brush him off. Curse him out. And then suck his cock and let him fuck me into orgasmic oblivion.

God. Why did men like him have to be so fucking good in bed!

“Arrrghghhg!” I growled, my fists pulling at my hair like I was a mad woman trying to rip my hair from my scalp.

Another buzz.

“Fucking…” I grumbled and finally pulled my phone from my pocket. Ash had been texting periodically all morning and I’d been ignoring him. Did he really think I was some sort of booty call? Gonna just drop everything, on my day off no less, and come be his fleshlight?

To my utter surprise… It wasn't about sex.

Ash: Preston slipped. Broke his ankle.

Ash: Ambulance on it’s way

Ash: Chelse has decided to shut the gym today. Safety check all the equipment and walls.

Ash: Headed to the hospital to check on Pres.

Ash: [The picture attached was of Ash leaning into a selfie, a handsome man with sandy curls was laying in a hospital bed. He was smiling and looked cheerful even though his face was a bit pale. They were both waving at the camera. Ash’s smile was wide and charming.]

Ash: He’s doing well. It’s not broken. Just sprained. Gonna be out of commission for a while.

Ash: Chelse is gonna redo the schedule. You’ll need to call in and talk with her about it.

I sat stunned for a minute. I’d thought for sure Ash would only be texting me if he… Well, that’s the only reason he’d been texting me over the last month. To see a causal, I’ll be it worrying, text about someone’s health and safety just felt completely out of place.

Daisy: I’m sorry. I’ve been busy all morning. I’ll call Chelse. Or should I come in and help with the safety inspection?

Ash: No worries. Nothing you could do anyway. We’ve got it. You enjoy your day off.

He was being so… normal. Why was I weirded out by Ash being normal? I sat back, biting at my lip. Was I getting used to… even looking forward to… Ash’s advances? Or was I just as shallow as him? Seeing him as meat. A dick. A body that I wanted to use because I had needs that I just couldn't control like a mature adult?

For a while I thought about going to the hospital. Checking in on Preston. Maybe I should go into the gym and help, even if Ash said that they had it handled. Suddenly I was torn about what to do. But ultimately, I stayed home. Things were crazy at work, but there were others there that could take care of the chaos. Chelse hadn’t called me at all so it was clear they didn’t need me. But here at home… there was no one else here to fix the things that were breaking. Or maybe they were already broken. My marriage… was coming apart. I knew it. I could feel it.

Conner and I were being more intimate but… he still felt distant. I needed to find a way to pull him back from whatever dark place he’d slipped into.

You need to be a good wife. A loving wife. A faithful wife.

I got up and went to take a shower. Conner would be home in a couple hours and I wanted to look nice rather than a sweaty mess. Though I do remember once where he ravaged me when I came home straight from the gym, sweaty and exhausted.

Remembering that sent a shiver through me as I peeled my sports bra off. He’d pounded me against the front door. My eyes had rolled back. Ass bruised because it had been smacked against the doorknob a thousand times as he’d fucked me with utter abandon.

Slipping off my yoga pants and panties, I turned on and stepped into the shower letting the water cascade over me, letting the memory do the same.

Conner’s throbbing cock slamming deep into my sweaty cunt. I hadn’t shaved in a few days, I was hairy. Matted. I smelled of musk and exertion and chalk. My back slammed against the door, skin sticking to the mosaic, frosted glass window in the door.

“Fuck! Fuck oh god!” I’d been screaming. Clawing at my husband’s back. His tongue trailed along my sweaty collarbone, sucking at my neck.

“Baby… oh god honey… yes…yes…” I whimpered, mewled like a needy kitten as his fingers gripped my hips and he slammed deep into me again.

I let the memory wash over me, my hand moving to my sex and slowly circling my throbbing clit.

Our panting had been hot, heavy. Air couldn’t get into our lungs fast enough. He was holding me up off the ground, his cock impaling me so deeply that even though Ash was bigger, he would never be able to do what Conner did that day. It was like he was possessed… like he was trying desperately to put a baby in me.

My finger dipped into me… into my warm depths. We hadn’t tried for a baby in a while… Those dreams had been put on hold after the accident. But there for a little while… Conner and I had entertained the idea. We hadn’t planned, but I’d gone off birth control and we simply said… if it happens… it happens.

His hips kept slapping against me, pounding me into the door and making me moan from depths I didn’t know I had. My arms wrapped around his neck. “Yes! Baby… yes! I want it. Take me… take me. Take your sweaty, dirty fucking wife…” I gasped and giggled at my playful dirty talk.

Conner laughed with me, continuing his fevered humping. Skin slapping as we stared into each other's heated eyes. “Fuck… I love you all sweaty…” He panted.

My hands gripped his hair as I panted. “I’m so fucking dirty baby. You like the smell of me? Huh? Musky? Sweaty?”

He licked my throat. Nipped at me with his teeth. “So fucking dirty.”

“Oh fucking god baby make me filthy!” I screamed. That led to him pulling me away from the door. We fell to the floor, Conner pinning me with his hips and hand, rutting into me like a man in need. I was whimpering underneath him as he used me and I loved it. Loved the depths and the pace and the hunger.

“Put a baby in me.” I panted, gripping hold of his shoulders and looking up at him desperately. “Do it honey! Fuck a baby into me please!” Honestly I wasn’t sure if I meant it at the time. If I was ready to be a mom. But… the heat of the moment… it felt right. It felt good to beg for my husband to impregnate me.

My fingers slipped in and out of my depths slowly, the pleasure washing over me even as I began to sob. I slipped down, crouching on the floor of the shower and continued fingering myself. Pressing in deep, imagining it was him. Conner. I started to fuck myself fast, hard, remembering how he’d looked deep into my eye with the desire to give me what I was begging for. Thrusting. Plunging in and finally erupting, filling me up to overflowing as I arched and came with him. Screaming. “Fuck Fuck Fuck I want it Conner please baby give me a baby!”

We collapsed laughing after that. Panting. Sweaty. Gasping.

I was panting on the shower floor. Wet. Gasping. Crying. Fingers thrusting into me, remembering when my life wasn’t broken. My orgasm washed through me, making me spasm as I fell and lay on the floor of the shower crying… crying… for all the things I’d lost.

…

I felt surprisingly good after my breakdown. So much pent up emotion had come out as I lay in the shower. The water. The tears. The orgasm. It all came together in a storm that made my body burn and it was like it melted away the heavy knots inside me.

My problems weren’t solved. Not by a long shot.

But I felt lighter. I’d let out some of my fear, sorrow, terror. It was a good step.

The soft sound of the front door opening jerked me from my thoughts. I’d been standing in front of the mirror, naked and thoughtful as I brushed my hair. But now Conner was home. My heart beat faster. Fluttered. It felt like when we first started dating again. I don’t know why but I was eager and excited. And I was going to jump him.

I put my face in my hands, suddenly feeling utterly embarrassed for my horniness. But I quickly shoved off the giddy nervousness and quickly marched out and down the hall.

Conner was quietly putting down his messenger bag, slipping off his jacket. His face was neutral, calm, but thoughtful.

I stopped at the end of the hall, waiting for him to notice me as he loosened his tie. When he finally looked up, his eyes went wide and he dropped his jacket.

“Uh…D… Daisy…uh…” His cheeks reddened. It brought back the memory of when I’d first stripped for him, revealing myself to him. Barely twenty. Only having dated for a few months. He’d had the same look. Awe. Fear. Arousal.

“Take off your pants.” I ordered. Something in me had ignited. The misery I’d felt in the shower had given way to lust. Need. And that need was for my husband. Ash may have had a nice cock. Could fuck like a stallion. But he wasn’t Conner. He wasn’t the man that had stolen my heart. Who’d made such tender love to me on our honeymoon I felt marked. Branded. His.

“Daisy… uh…” He was stammering again. A deer in the headlights.

I marched forward, quickly grabbing his belt and undoing it with such fierce force, it practically smoked when I yanked it off and threw it behind me with a clanking clatter on the floor. My hands practically ripped open his fly, breaking the teeth of his zipper. But I didn’t care. His pants fell. I pulled down his boxers and quickly knelt down in front of him.

The sight of his flaccid member still made my heart hurt. But I’d started to become accustomed to it. I could still remember when it was as hard as iron. Burning hot like it had been freshly pulled from the forge. And I wanted him to plunge it into my furnace, to temper it, to make it burn with heat and need. It was soft now. But instead of seeing it as limp flesh, I saw it as something to model and shape, to get my hands on, kneading it like dough or clay.

Conner had already told me he could still feel stimulation. It felt good. Stirred something in him. But whatever had his wires crossed, it just didn’t culminate in an erection. So I was determined to give him all the pleasure I could, even if his cock never got hard.

“Daisy I…” Conner was breathing hard, staring down at me wide eyed and thrown off by my aggressiveness.

I didn’t listen. I moved in and lifted his flaccid member, then took his balls into my mouth, sucking and swirling them, my lips gripping tightly as I gently stroked the soft shaft of his penis.

“Oh…fu…fuck…” He grunted.

I didn’t stop there. I wasn’t going to stop. I wanted him. Needed him. I was on fire! Conner had to know how much I loved him. He deserved it.

My hand wet under his balls as I kept sucking and gently began massaging circles along his taint. His legs shook. Breath sucked in and he nearly stumbled but put out a hand against the wall so he didn’t fall as my fingers dipped lower and pressed against his asshole. My mouth swallowed all of his balls. My other hand stroked gently along his soft length. I was worshiping everything. All of him. My eyes opened and I looked up at him with all the sultry desire I could muster. I was going to prove I loved him. And I was going to prove that I didn’t need Ash.

…

Did she do this with Ash?

That’s all I could think of as I watched Daisy on her knees, glorious in her nudity. Her mouth on my balls, making me tremble. Her hand stroking me and making blood pound through me. Her fingers pressing along my asshole, stimulating me even harder. More. And had I been able to get erect, I knew I’d have been so hard it would have been painful. Mind numbing.

Even without that ability, it was still amazing. The feelings were good. Heart bursting. I was panting and sweating. I could feel the cum in my balls stirring and boiling.

But I just couldn’t get the images I’d seen from my mind.

After my… discussion with Ella, things had gone back to work as usual. But when I finally had down time… I couldn’t stop myself from continuing my snooping through Daisy’s texts. But less so the actual text and more the videos and pictures that Ash continued to send.

I still wasn’t caught up. Still relatively early in their messaging, but clearly already deep into their… affair.

Watching her as she worshiped my cock and balls, making them drip with dribbling precum and saliva, all I could see was…

Ash: [The video clip began

The video shook slightly but the image was fairly stable. The wonders of modern technology. Daisy’s ass filled the frame, cheeks slightly red already and a clear view of Ash’s hand pulling one of her cheeks open while he held the camera with his other.

His thick cock sawed in and out of her bald cunt. Wet and slick. Thick white cream gathering and dripping around his base as he fucked her doggy, firm and deep.

“Like that? Huh?” Ash grunted, his breath heavy and harsh in the microphone.

“Yes…yes…” Daisy panted.

He spanked her ass firmly. “Fucking tight. God, you're in such good shape.” Ash laughed.

“Ass…” Daisy groaned.

His hand smacked her cheek again. “No. Your ass Daisy. Right here. Backing up on my fucking dick.” Another crack of his hand on her wiggling tight ass.

She groaned again and didn’t have a retort. Ash continued his firm thrusts, panting faster, deeper. “Fuck…fuck D I’m close…”

His hips started to move faster. The image jumped and bounced.

“Fuck. Fuck!” He was grunting, then the phone slipped from his hands. It hit Daisy’s ass. “Shit! Oh fucking god yes squeeze!” Ash muttered a curse and then was gasping. The phone tumbled to the floor, face down. There was only black.

“Oh god!” Daisy cried.

“Take it! Take my cum D! Oh fucking god shit take every dro….”

The video ends. ]

I fell back against the wall, Daisy was going to town on me. My cock was dripping from her spit. Her fingers were pressing into my ass, searching for my prostate. Pressing against it making me grunt in pleasure and… god… pain. I still couldn’t explain it. The pain. It wasn’t like something stabbing or ripping. It just felt like a gut punch. Like my body was trying to do something but it didn’t have the proper ability. No power. No muscle behind the need to move.

She was eager. And it was beautiful. It made me feel wanted. If I didn’t know about her and Ash, then I’d assume I was the luckiest man in the world, even in light of my condition.

But I did know.

And for whatever reason it made my stomach churn, but also my balls bubble.

“Give it to me honey.” Daisy panted. “Give me your cum. I want it. Please.” She was whimpering. Groaning in need. 

“Daisy… I…oh fucking god…” My legs were shaking and I could feel the impending orgasm. My stomach clenched.

My wife's mouth swallowed my soft member. I couldn’t take it anymore. I burst. It was oozing, dripping, with little spurts, ejaculating. But there was a lot. It filled her mouth. She moaned with desire, like I was feeding her something delicious. Her fingers pressed inside my ass against my prostate, milking me.

“God…god…oh god!” I whimpered, biting my lip and holding back the cringe and the tears at the twisting pain as if I’d just been punched.

She held tight, letting my member simmer in her mouth, steeped in my semen that was filling her mouth. Her eyes met mine and I saw love. Want. Need. Need to please. Wanting to show me love.

I couldn’t stop the tears in my eyes from slipping out. I didn’t want her to see.

But she did.

With a quick gulp, all the erotic tension was gone and Daisy was on her feet wrapping her arms around me. She pressed my head against her chest. “Hey…hey… I’m sorry… Conner… baby it’s okay. I liked it! It was good…”

She just didn’t understand. This wasn’t about that. It wasn’t about that she’d found a way to like intimacy again. It was that I didn’t. Cumming felt… It was a paradox of good and bad. There was always a brief moment of pleasure. But it always hurt after. Like my orgasm was being ripped out of me instead of bursting forth with joy and eagerness.

My wife pulled me tight. I was so ashamed. Ashamed of my failures and weaknesses. Of what had been stolen from me, and from her. And now what good was I? I was a broken man. Sobbing. Sobbing because my wife had worshiped me like a fucking porn star and I couldn’t fully enjoy it. Sobbing because all I could think about was her with Ash and how good she felt. How he made her cum. Pleased her. Filled her pussy.

I missed that… I looked at those photos and videos of Ash unleashing himself inside her with envy.

But I also… also…

My arms wrapped around Daisy, holding her close as I sobbed. I couldn’t stop myself. I wasn’t just crying for what I couldn’t do. What I was missing. It was also because Ash was able to give her what she wanted and needed… and I was holding her back.

I was holding my wife back.

I was an anchor, and I was dragging her down.

…

I pressed myself close to Conner, tucking my head into the crook of his neck. His soft breaths were like a soft rhythmic lullaby. But I wasn’t sleepy. I let my hand trail along his chest. Firm. Solid. Not muscular like Ash but still hard and real. My lips pressed to his shoulder, eliciting a soft sigh while he slept.

It had been a while since I’d seen Conner break down. Early on after his accident, while he went through surgery, therapy, getting back into the rhythm of real life, he’d often have mini panic attacks. Moments that he would just break down. Fall apart. But those had tapered off in the last several months. This was the first time I’d seen him just… crash.

The sound of his sobs… how he’d held onto me… like a child… It was terrifying. My husband was a strong man. This wasn’t him. Whatever had a hold of him… it was killing him.

I held onto him tighter. Pressing my naked form against him, willing him to feel my warmth. My touch. My presence. His head tilted, cheeks against my hair and he sighed with contentment. At least in sleep he had peace.

Tears slipped down my cheeks as I held him. He was a good man. My man. A man who had seen me, loved me, wanted me, chose me, and kept doing so even though… even though I wasn’t worth it.

My sobs were soft and quiet. I kept them that way. Not letting myself weep loud enough to stir my husband. He needed me to be strong. I had to be.

It was difficult, but I slowly slid out of bed and padded across the floor and out of the room, closing the door behind me. I didn’t bother with a robe or anything, the house was warm. Going to the living room, I found where I’d put my phone down and sat, picking it up and quickly checking the messages. Preston was doing fine. The schedule had been redone and set out, it could be negotiated but it seemed good to me. Besides, I didn’t really care about my work schedule at the moment.

I quickly pulled up my text string with Ash and started typing out a message that was long overdue.

Daisy: We have to stop. And I’m serious. My husband doesn’t deserve this. He needs me. So please… stop.

Was that enough? Did it make sense? Or should I be more harsh? Maybe I should just call and yell.

But then again, had Ash really done anything wrong? I offered up my body, he took it. Simple as that.

Though, one could argue that if he’d been a gentleman, he wouldn’t have taken advantage of another man’s wife.

Ash wasn’t a gentleman. He was just… a man.

The reply came back faster than I thought.

Ash: I get it, D. It may not seem like it but I don’t wanna take advantage. I’m just a guy. And if it’s offered I’m gonna take it. But I get it. Take care of your marriage. But I’m here if you change your mind.

I rolled my eyes and tossed my phone aside. Even when he was trying to be human he was a jerk. A horny jerk. ‘If I change my mind’. Did he really think so little of me? But… Could I blame him? I’d been cheating for over a month. I’d just had a fucking threesome with him. And he didn’t know what was going on in my marriage. People knew Conner had been in an accident and was better now, but they didn’t know the more intimate details of how it had affected him.

If I told Ash… would he understand? Would he be more gentlemanly? Less dickish? Or would he just be the same jerk no matter the details?

I wasn’t going to tell that man something so private and personal. Only if Conner said it was okay. This was his life. His struggle. It wasn’t my place to tell anyone about his problems. But I wasn’t going to change my mind either. I’d harmed my marriage enough. Conner needed my full attention. Enough was enough.