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Ron awoke from a deep sleep. Images from his dreams still lingered in his mind’s eye. Images of Jessica bent over the edge of their bed. With Rex behind her, grabbing her hips as he thrust himself into her. Ron’s cock pulsed against the sheets, holding it up like a tent. He looked around the room.
“Jessica?”
The waves crashed against the cedar pillars underneath the bungalow, and the seagulls howled as they flew over the beach nearby. In the room, silence enveloped him, drawing attention to the thumping sound of his beating heart. His hand slid across his hip bone to his throbbing member. Jessica’s recent compliance with his wishes surprised him, while a part of him suspected her of insincerity and pretense. Her recent history of violating his trust loomed large in his mind. And stirred his libido.
What if she was lying to his face? Pretending to acquiesce to his request to stop, but secretly sneaking around behind his back, continuing her games of seduction and deception? His cock jumped, and the tip left a small streak of moisture on the sheet. His fingers encircled his warm shaft, and the sensation of their touch joined forces with his provocative thoughts to intensify the electricity flowing in his body.
Where was she? What if she was somewhere, lying on her back, legs spread open, with Rex’s tongue buried deep in her pussy? He imagined the tip of Rex’s tongue parting her labia, tracing the edges of it, moving up to the hard crest of her clitoris. The sound of Jessica’s moans filled Ron’s mind. She knew what Rex’s friendship meant to Ron. How evil would it be of her to disregard those feelings and seduce him? What if she even chose Rex, not just because of his astonishing good looks, but because he meant something to Ron? What if she wanted to stab Ron in the heart again?
His mouth fell open, and he gasped furious breaths through his lips. The inside of his index finger caressed the palpitating vein running up the underside of his aching member, and bolts of pleasure darted from his crotch up into his stomach and chest, causing his pectoral muscles to quiver and his armpits to tingle.
Like fast-forwarding through a recording, Ron skipped to another vision. Jessica’s mouth wrapped around Rayan’s cock and slid down to the base of his shaft. Her eyes looked up at him as she drooled on his dark skin and hummed with pleasure. Rayan’s head fell back, and his eyes closed to hide the sadness and shame of his failure to resist. He stood broken, captured. Another victim of her witchcraft. Ron peered into Jessica’s thoughts and imagined her pussy tingling at the thought of Huda, fooled and betrayed. Jessica’s hand slipped around Rayan’s waist and pulled at him, and she moaned around his cock through her closed lips.
Ron’s strokes quickened, and his grip on his cock tightened. His back arched, and his legs spread as waves of pleasure rolled over him, each one more powerful than the last. He broke the silence with a gasp.
“Oh, god!”
In his imagination, he stepped outside himself and looked at his convulsing body. So pitiful to jack off alone while his wife might be somewhere else, giving her pussy away, laughing at him. The humiliation of it stoked the fire, causing it to rise even higher in his body. His toes curled, and every muscle tightened. His orgasm came rushing at him like a tidal wave.
“No!”
He threw back the sheets to keep them from getting soiled, and his cum spurted from his head, spraying up onto his stomach and chest. Each hot squirt layered him with the disgrace of wearing his cum, alone and possibly betrayed. Again. His chest heaved, and the heat of his body pushed beads of sweat out onto his skin. Threads of semen continued to pump out, pooling on his stomach and gumming up his chest hair. A burning pain tore from one temple, across his forehead, to the other, and he let his hands fall at his side on the bed.
The sound of the lock on the front door startled him. The key ground into the tight slit of the doorknob, announcing Jessica’s arrival.
Oh shit, he thought.
Whether he covered himself with the sheets or lay there exposed, she would know. His heart sank as he accepted his fate, closing his eyes as the door opened.
“Ron?”
His heartbeat pounded in his ears, and heat rushed to his face. His chest continued to rise and fall, and the moisture of his cum tickled his skin. A hint of delighted accusation laced her voice.
“What have you been doing?” she asked.
He wanted to retort that he should ask her the same thing, but he swallowed twice, cowering naked and keeping his eyes shut.
“I thought you were going to meet Rex at the gym.”
He cleared his throat and pushed at the invisible weight on his chest, struggling for the air to enable him to speak.
“I was.”
“What happened?”
“I got tired and changed my mind.”
“Rex work you too hard last time?”
She chuckled, and her laughs dug at the scabs of Ron’s insecurity. The memory of Rex’s confession that he would fuck Jessica. And of the drastic difference in the reflections coming back at him in the mirror between Rex’s herculean physique and Ron’s. All reasons he stayed home to sleep instead of meeting Rex again.
“Something like that.”
“You gonna shower all that off?”
Ron scowled, slid his legs over to the edge of the bed, and got up. His eyes avoided contact with Jessica’s, and he made his way into the bathroom, closing the sliding wooden door behind him. As he stepped into the shower and turned on the hot water, he tried to chase away his self-tormenting thoughts. Perhaps Jessica meant to honor his desires to focus on the money, follow the rules, and get off the island in the good graces of the resort. The steamy spray pressed into his skin and melted away the globs of his cum, washing it down his body and into the drain. And with it, the vexing thoughts of Jessica betraying him yet again.
He took a deep breath, inhaling the steam, and reached for resolve to focus on the mission. Behave. Get the money. Move on with his life. And maybe have a little fun with Jessica before it’s over. Good, clean fun.
