The Things We Do For Lust: Book 1: To The Edge Read online

  She was indisposed because there was food covering some parts of her body. Celery and carrot sticks ran up her tight flat abdomen. An assortment of cheeses were spread out across her upper chest. On her breasts two red pepper rings sat circling her nipples. She had poured ranch dressing in one hand, the other was free.

  "You hungry?" she asked.

  "I could eat you up, but there's all this food in the way."

  She laughed. "I thought I'd do something special for you today, since you mostly behaved yourself yesterday."

  "I hope you saved something for tomorrow."

  "That depends on how today goes."

  I wasn't sure what to make of that, but my wife was lying naked and offering herself to me, so I wasn't going to complain.

  "So where to start?" I picked up a celery stick from Robin's stomach. She held out her hand. I scooped up some dressing and took a bite. The celery and dressing were a little warm, but no salad had ever tasted better. I took a carrot stick dipped in dressing and then inserted it into Robin's navel. She giggled a bit. I took a bite of the carrot, then offered her the rest.

  I then bent over her and licked dressing out of her bellybutton. "That tickles," she said as she started to shake with laughter. All the carrots and most the celery rolled onto the floor. I started laughing myself. "I was going to have some sushi brought up so you could eat that off my body," she said, "but I wasn't sure your tummy could handle it."

  "This is perfect," I said.

  I took the one piece of celery that didn't fall on the floor and dipped again. I traced a line of ranch dressing down her body, starting at a spot just between her two pepper ringed nipples down her stomach. I made two circles around her navel then moved towards the promised land that lay just under the thin bed sheet. She grabbed my arm with her free hand before I could reach my goal.

  "No, you have to finish your veggies before you can have desert." She pointed to the cheese, and red peppers.

  I wiped the cheese slices onto the floor where they joined the carrots and celery. "I've got a lactose problem," I said with a smile. My wife opened her mouth to speak, but I put a finger to her lips before she could. "Hush." I then bent down and nibbled one of the peppers. I started with the right breast. I was halfway round when I took a gentle nip at her nipple. A soft sigh escaped her lips.

  "Very nice peppers," I said. I finished the one I started with and moved on to her left breast. My eyes briefly passed by the bruise I had seen earlier, but I was too lost in my passion to really notice it. Even after the last of the pepper was gone, I continued to use my mouth on her breasts, licking and nipping around her quarter-sized aureolas and sucking her nipples until they were hard. I glanced up at my wife's face. Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted. I tried to move away, but she held my head tight to her bosom with her free hand. She was enjoying my oral ministrations too much.

  She did finally allow me to move my head. I pulled her messy palm to my lips to lick way the remaining dressing. I took her head in my hands and fiercely kissed her. My tongue explored her mouth, sharing the tangy taste of the dressing.

  "My I have my dessert now?" I whispered into her ear.

  "Oh my, of course you can."

  She wiped her greasy palm on a hand towel she had strategically placed on the nightstand. In one grand motion she pulled the sheet away from the lower portion of her body. "Tah Dah!"

  I just stared in shock and awe. Her pussy, normal hidden by a tuft of neatly trimmed hair, was totally bare.

  "Holy fuck," was all I could say. "Now you really do look like a twenty-one year old co-ed. How'd I ever get so lucky?"

  "You married me, of course."

  "You do that for me?" I said, indicating her smooth mound.

  "Yes." I noticed a slight hesitation in her voice.

  "Really?"

  "Ok, I did it for me and for you." Nice save. "I've wanted to see how it feels, so I thought I'd give it a try. Hell, if I don't like it, I can grow my thatch back.

  "I liked your thatched snatch."

  "Very funny, now eat your dessert."

  "I thought you'd never ask." I lost no time diving for the treasure that lay between her legs. That's when I noticed a single maraschino cherry tucked between her lips. It was coated with simple syrup and Robin's own juices. I decided to take my time and not dive straight for the prize. I began nibbling around the edges of her opening. I then traced the outer folds with my tongue. Robin's sighs turned to moans. "Oh Peter, that feels so nice." I loved to hear her say that. "But you better not leave me hanging."

  "Nehmer," I said. I meant to say never, but my tongue was otherwise engaged.

  I plunged my tongue deep between the folds of Robin's labia. I went deeper than the cherry, thrusting in and out, with a steady rhythm. I felt the walls of my wife's pussy contracting, trying to pull the cherry and my tongue further in. The pressure was rising and her juices continued to flow.

  "Oh God baby, don't stop, I'm so close"

  When Robin is cumming, I know I can extend her orgasm by sucking on her clitoris like I'm giving her a little blow job. I wanted to try something different this time. I puckered up my lips as tight as I could and sucked the cherry out of her vagina. Then I placed it between my tongue and her clit and then just rolled it around.

  "Oh.. OH. OHHHHH!" Robin had arrived. I continued the motion until her "OHHHH's” went back to “oh's"

  "I popped your cherry," I said, chewing on the tangy sweet treat. I was so proud of myself.

  "You're a little late for that, I was 28 when we met."

  "Always so literal. At least that hasn't changed."

  "Isn't that why you love me?"

  "I guess. We'll, that was some dessert."

  "I think I enjoyed it more," she said. "Let me return the favor."

  She pushed me down on the bed and proceeded to loosen my belt and pull down my zipper. I lifted my hips to allow her to take my jeans off. For a moment I wondered what time it was, but then Robin took my cock into her mouth and time became meaningless to me. My wife doesn't do oral sex on me too often. She knows I enjoy it, but, since she gets nothing out of it, she sees it more as a chore. When she does decide I deserve a blow job, I know I've been very good.

  Robin wasted no time working her tongue all the way around my shaft. Once it was well lubricated she popped the head between her lips and began bobbing up and down. She was able to take about a half of my length, she worked the remainder with her hands.

  It didn't take long for my climax to come.

  "I'm going to cum soon Robin." I needed to warn her because she doesn't swallow. She just kept on pumping and sucking. "Robin... ROBIN..." I could not hold back any longer. "I'm CUMMING." For the first time in our relationship, I filled my mouth's wife with my seed and she swallowed it all. She continued sucking until my dick deflated.

  "I'm sorry," I said. "I tried to warn you."

  "I heard you. I wanted to try something new. It's not as bad as I thought."

  "Will you do it again?"

  "Maybe."

  "Oh, crap, I've only got fifteen minutes to get back to the conference. And I really need to be at this one."

  I pulled my jeans up and went to wash my hands. Robin turned on the shower so she could clean herself up from our carnal lunch.

  "You have any plans for this afternoon?" I asked.

  "Not really. When will you be done today?" she asked as she got into the shower. I watched the water cascade down her body, washing away the evidence of our debauchery.

  "Last session ends at 4:15."

  "How about we meet at BurGR around 4:30 for a real meal."

  "Will do, gotta run."

  Robin peeked out of the shower. "You forgetting something?"

  "No," I said, giving her a kiss.

  "Good. Bye now."

  "Bye."

  I grabbed my wallet and phone and left.

  I was halfway down the hall when I realized I had the wrong phone. I looked down and saw Robin had
a text message and it wasn't from me. It was from Scott. She had added him as a contact and his name popped up on the screen.

  It arrived a few minutes ago, while we were in the bathroom.

  - Be at your place at 1:30.

  But she told me she didn't have any plans. I unlocked the phone and read the string of messages. It started at around 10 that morning.

  Scott - Hey, wonderful time last night. Up for even more this morning?

  Robin - Too tired. Got plans with the hubby.

  Scott - Can't you blow him off?

  Robin - I'm planning on it :)

  Scott - Lucky man

  Robin - So are you ;)

  Scott - Yeah I am. Text me when you want me to come by.

  Robin - 1:30. 2:00 at the latest. Gotta be done by 4.

  What The Fuck was that? I thought. She told Scott she was going to give me a blow job? And if I read the rest right she had already given him one. What. The. Fuck. And then planning another hookup behind my back.

  I went back to the room to confront her. I opened the door and heard her in the shower humming away. I was so mad I just wanted to smash something, but then I realized what she was humming. It was the song from our first dance together at our wedding.

  "It's just me," I called out. "I forgot my phone." I didn't tell her I had picked up hers by mistake.

  "Ok. See ya later." If she was worried about me running into Scott, she didn't let on.

  I looked at the clock. I was already late. Had to hurry. I put her phone back where I found it and grabbed mine. I knew I was going to be a wreck all afternoon wondering what was going on. Were they just planning on talking? I knew they had kissed, maybe that was what they would do, some light kissing. I strongly suspected she had given him a blow job. That was crossing some kind of line, wasn't it? I should ask her about it. If I stay here, I'll run into him. Then we'd have to confront the situation.

  But what if I'm wrong? What if it's all a simple misunderstanding? Then I look like a fool and Robin will be embarrassed. She'll get mad at me and I'll be sleeping on the couch until our next anniversary.

  What the fuck am I supposed to do?

  Then my eyes fell upon the door to the room next to ours, the one held by Glossman Pharma. And a plan formed in my head. A devious plan that would allow me to find out just what the hell was going on between my wife and her new friend.

  I quietly unlocked our side of the partition door before heading downstairs. I was only twenty minutes late getting back to the conference.

  ***

  The warm spray of water washes away the remnants of their tryst. If only it could wash away the guilt and the doubt as easily.

  Peter is her love, her friend, her closest companion, but Scott...

  Oh, Scott is something different. Scott is dangerous.

  And last night. Oh, last night. The memories fill her with desire. Last night was a new, and delicious experience.

  She knew it was wrong. She would have to be careful.

  Chapter 5

  "You have to be very careful with the doses," one drug company rep said. "Age and weight have to be taken into consideration."

  "And always have a colleague double-check the charts," another added.

  "These new meds are very effective, but nothing will kill a practice faster than killing your patients."

  The chatter going on in the front of the room was important, but I heard very little of it. My mind was elsewhere. My eyes scanned the words on the handouts, but their meaning stayed on the page. Nothing filtered into my head. I was too busy processing the latest bit of shit that got dumped on my anniversary trip.

  Robin told me she had no plans, yet she was meeting Scott at our room. Didn't that at least deserve a mention? Maybe she didn't think it mattered, but I did. She knew it mattered to me, even if she was cool with it. Just a hint, just a word. Like, 'hey Peter, Scott's dropping by and we're going out to the pool.' Or a 'hey, Peter, Scott and I are going to do some more shopping, anything you want me to get you?'

  I wasn't going to begrudge her some fun. I had no problem with her seeing Scott, but I really preferred she was upfront about it. The way she was hiding the rendezvous made me think something else was going on, something I would not be happy with. Like last night's passionate goodnight kiss. A quick peck on the cheek or lips is fine between friends. A deep soul kiss isn't.

  Did I think they were upstairs making out while I was here supposedly learning new techniques to relieve feline pain? I'm not totally naïve; yes, I did think there was a very good chance that was what they were doing.

  Did I think they were fucking? Oh, God, I didn't even want to contemplate that.

  Robin told me she wouldn't do anything that might hurt our relationship. I trusted her, but I also thought that Scott's cock was something that might come between us.

  Whatever was happening, I wasn't going to make any rash decisions. I wanted to wait until I knew for sure what was going on. Then, and only then, would I act. I had acted before learning the facts many years earlier, and I wasn't going to do that again.

  I was a senior in college trying to finish up my pre-med degree at Arizona. I was dating a girl named Lisa. She was gorgeous, a tall well-built blond with an IQ that put mine to shame. We stayed up nights debating various philosophies before making love. The winner of the argument got to be on top. I was on the bottom more times than not.

  One day, near the end of the semester, I briefly glanced at a note Lisa had written on a pad by her phone. It said she had a reservation at a fancy hotel in downtown Tucson. She hadn't mentioned anything to me about it. I let it slide, not wanting her to think I was nosey.

  The night of the reservation approached and still no mention from Lisa. I was getting concerned. It was set for the night of my graduation. I expected she was going to watch me graduate and then we would go out and celebrate. When I asked her, she said she couldn't make it to the ceremony. I was disappointed, but not heartbroken over it. But then I found out my best friend Duane wasn't going to make it either. I pushed him for details and he said he had an emergency commitment. Somehow that same hotel came up in the conversation.

  Well, I wasn't graduating with honors for nothing. I put two and two together and figured they were having an affair. It didn't dawn on me that if they were having an affair, they would have been a little more subtle. I was book smart, but not too people smart.

  I confronted Lisa and, instead of listening to her side of the story, I called her a slut and accused her of sleeping with my best friend. After lots of screaming and crying, she told me the hotel reservation was for a surprise graduation party. About 15 of my closest friends and family were invited. I felt like a dick.

  The party went ahead and most of the attendees had a good time. Lisa and I split up two weeks later.

  Since that time I had become overly cautious when it came to dealing with people and their motivations. I never wanted to fuck up so badly again. Did I get taken a few times? Yeah. But I find you get a whole lot further in the world if you're willing to trust. I had a wonderful wife and a meaningful and successful career. I didn't do too badly.

  The panel took a pause for a quick 15-minute break. Everyone ran off to grab a smoke, take a piss, or maybe get a cup of coffee. I needed to do something else. I looked at my phone. It was 2:45.

  I went up to my new friend Alex Spenser who was taking part in the seminar. "Alex, some of your new products look very promising." First the small talk.

  "We think so," he said. "By the way, I'm about halfway done with that action plan you wanted. I think we'll have no problems meeting your needs and staying within budget."

  "Good. We're looking for a reliable source for our drugs and demand will only grow with the expansion."

  "I'll e-mail you the final schedule when I'm done," Alex said. "Probably next Wednesday, Thursday at the latest."

  "Great," I said. Now my real reason for approaching Alex. "Hey, just on the off chance, do you still have access to
the room next to mine?"

  "Um, yeah. I was planning on turning the key in when I checked out on Friday. Why?"

  "I've got a friend driving in from Flagstaff tonight and..."

  Alex cut me off. "Wait, don't tell me. You want me to let him crash in the room?"

  "Yeah."

  "That's an odd request."

  "I know, I wouldn't ask, but we're taking our wives to see the Britney show tonight and maybe do a little late night gambling. A room nearby would be a godsend."

  I don't know where I learned to lie so well. Maybe it was from lying to all the kids. Telling little Billy or Ava that Snowflake was going off to an animal farm. They had special break-out sessions at these conferences where people shared their own methods for soothing children's fears.

  I just hoped Alex didn't know I had a sofa bed in my room to offer my imaginary friends. He was staying in one of the fancy multi-bedroom suites upstairs, so I doubt he was aware of what we lowly schlubs had to deal with.

  Alex was thinking about it. I couldn't read his face to know which way he was leaning. I really needed that room. Maybe a little push.

  "I'll pay you for it," I offered.

  "Oh no, that could get me in trouble."

  Fuck, I hope I didn't ruin my chances.

  "Tell you what. Since we're going to do some big business between us, I'll let you have the room and I'll just write it off our Customer Incentive Account. We give these kinds of perks and bonuses to our clients all the time."

  He pulled out the key card and offered it to me. I reached out to take it, but he didn't immediately let go.

  "Make sure the room isn't trashed," he said. "And no raiding the in-room snack bar."

  "I promise."

  "Any room charges will be doubled and added to our contract."

  "Deal."

  He let go of the key card and I headed toward my seat.

  ***

  I never did return to my seat. Instead I grabbed my notes and handouts and headed out. There was no way I was going to be able to sit still, thinking about Robin.