Down The Rabbit Hole Ch. 12
I glanced at my phone as I paced around the room. The last message from Tim was ten minutes ago.
"Where is he?"
Aaron was at church working, and I knew I had a bit of time, but each minute I waited made it more risky. We had managed to make it work a few times since that first time, always when Aaron was gone. Tim would come in, I would suck his dick, and he would leave. Our communication was always brief and straight to the point: "Are you available?" "What time?" "Come in, it's safe." Etc. But as I had stabilized myself and regained control, I realized that men like Tim were what I needed, and they needed me.
I didn't know much about him apart from the fact that he was married, had a family, and was neglected. Based on his clothes and his car, he seemed to be doing reasonably well, middle-class perhaps, and the look in his eyes told me that he worked hard. But it was his eyes and his demeanor that intrigued me. There was a longing, loneliness, or a neglect in him, a feeling I recognized and shared.
Each time when I was on my knees and servicing him, I could see life returning to him. It was the simple act of being desired that he craved. He responded when I told him I wanted his semen, and each time he gave it to me, I just wanted it more. I loved seeing the pleasure in his eyes at the moment when he provided it to me, and I did everything I could to give him the same look back: pleasure and gratitude.
Tim: "Here."
I smiled and walked to the door. I peered through the peephole and as soon as I saw him, I opened the door enough for him to enter. He looked weary and stressed, but when our eyes met, he smiled at me. I smiled back and grabbed his crotch. "I want your cum," I told him, "I've been wanting it all day." I led him to the hallway bathroom.
I sat on the toilet and looked up at him as he quickly unbuckled his pants. "Do you want it?" he asked me. This was always a part of our game.
"Yes," I replied. "Please fuck my mouth with your cock and give me your cum." I wanted it so desperately that my heart was racing in my chest.
His cock was rock-hard for me, and I devoured it. I fixated on his eyes and sucked his cock eagerly. I placed my hands on his hips and fucked his cock with my mouth, pushing my face forward until my nose pressed against his shirt repeatedly.
"Yes," he whispered. "Good girl."
I pushed forward and swallowed his cock down my throat. I rubbed his balls with my hands and felt his dickhead in my throat begin to swell. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, sticking my tongue out. I felt my throat constrict on his cock, and I started to choke. The sensation was unparalleled. I gazed up at him in pure pleasure.
"Oh fuck," he whispered. "Like that. Don't stop."
I had no intention of stopping. I pushed my tongue out and lapped at his balls, which seemed to intensify the contraction in my throat. It felt so fucking fantastic. I maintained eye contact with him.
Tim began to grunt as I continued to choke on his cock and lick his balls. He gripped my hair and sucked in air. Then, his cock erupted in my throat. I swallowed hard and kept lapping with my tongue, drinking his cum directly into my stomach. The incredible sensation overwhelmed me, and I felt tears rolling down my cheeks.
"Hey babe!" Aaron's voice boomed.
I drew back slowly from Tim's cock, sucking on it all the way until it slipped from my mouth. I silently reached for the door handle. Carefully, I turned the lock. unbelievably loud.
"Tori? Are you here?" Aaron asked. I heard him walking down the hall, approaching the hall bathroom door.
"Is she here?" another guy's voice asked. It was Peter, a new youth pastor. He and Aaron had been spending a lot of time together lately.
"Yeah, I guess not," Aaron said. "I don't know where she went. We were texting a bit this morning."
Tim looked at me, his face pale with concern. I shook my head at him to relax. "Wait," I mouthed the word silently.
"I heard faint whispers coming from our room where my husband and his friend were lost in conversation," I thought to myself. My curiosity piqued, I questioned myself about their early return home and their location in our room. Lately, Aaron had been more distant. It was hard for me to say if it was me or he was. My mind was occupied up with Jim, Peter, Frank, and a few others; these men were regular visitors to my life.
As Tim began tucking his cock away, I slapped at his hand and said sternly, "No." It was important that he felt my appreciation for his attention. I would show him in more ways than one. I lowered his pants further so that I could worship his nether region up close and personal. There was a sense of satisfaction for both of us as I kissed and licked his soft flesh, his wife's lack of attention having made him crave my touch. Tim sighed as he allowed me to sink my teeth into him softly, expressing his relief.
"I crave you all the time," I whispered seductively as I continued my pursuit of tickling his balls, my nose inches from his skin. We listened together for any signs of life from our bedroom, acclimated to the muffled talk of my husband and his friend. The last thing I heard was the click of the air conditioner; then the door near us closed in response to an air current. Our moment of privacy had arrived despite our curiosity about the duo in the other room.
We made our escape together, me leading Tim out of our confined space with extra caution because the floor creaked. Once it was safe, I released him. He exited the door like a submissive son, before I shut it quietly behind him. I couldn't help but feel a tinge of pride at his reaction.
Opening my room door, I scanned the dim hallway. Aaron was most likely in the living room, watching television. With every sound, I was careful not to disturb our home, nervous of being discovered. I closed the bedroom door and drifted down the corridor to the bathroom, ensuring it was clean and pristine.
Turning back to the bedroom, I hesitated, torn. My walls were closing in as I waited anxiously. I certainly didn't want to confront Aaron; he was a mystery to me. I sought reassurance from my phone, perusing my messages. Tim expressed his gratitude; our correspondence was warm and eager for more.
I glanced around, then noticed two messages, one from Jim and the other from Frank. The first read, "Just met up with Frank and promised him access to you after your day's done." The second text, from Jim, said, "Are you alone?"
The situation had changed dramatically. I hastily tore a piece of paper and wrote a note to Aaron, promising that I had only just returned home. It was more an excuse to leave. My bag was quickly grabbed and I stepped out of the room with purpose—curiosity beckoning me across the street. Passing by the room where I left Tim, I turned the corner and met up with Jim as agreed.
Jim helped himself to me for a short time before the sounds of room 10 further reflected the coalescing bonds between us. As our time together transpired, our passion intensified, only interrupted momentarily when I was lifted by his grasp. "Fuck!" Jim groaned loudly, expressing his need and desire. His strength was almost overbearing as he fucked my ass hard and fast as I finally fell on my hands and knees. His hand grabbed one of my ass cheeks, pulling me into his rhythm, and I responded with fierce clenching.
Satisfaction grew as we both gasped. Pulling away, he dragged me to my knees and recommenced his assault, my submission thrilling him. We listened for any further sound from the bedroom, dreading interruption from the unknown. Instead, the only noise was from the fan that buzzed in the quiet room of room 10.
Unfortunately, time was fleeting. Distracting me, Jim sent me a message, inviting me to meet him. Our connection was undeniable. I grabbed my bag once more to meet Jim in the parking lot across the street. I've already borrowed a Motel 6 two blocks from home, room 10, where he told me to wait for further instruction.
I held onto the linens as I stared at him from behind. This was my favorite scene of Jim: standing behind me, watching my ass while penetrating me. The sweat beaded down his well-muscled body as he thrust inside me. He made love as if it were a workout. His entire body flexed and strained as he thrust in and out. His thick member fit into my ass perfectly, causing it to suck him in with each thrust. What made it even better was the fact that despite his dominance and confidence, Jim needed these moments with me and cared for me. We had a strong connection that seemed inexplicable at times, but somehow, we were lovers.
Jim's movements grew more rapid and desperate. My body tightened and I gripped his penis, my breasts flailing in response as I looked back at him during intercourse. He was focused, his grip on my hips and ass firm. I could see his knuckles growing white as he held me tightly.
Jim began to groan and I felt him cumming inside me. I dropped my head onto the bed, leaving my ass open to him as he continued to thrust into me, depositing his semen deep within. He showed no sign of slowing down, continuing to pound his load inside me with solid, fast strokes. Finally, he froze there, his body pressed against mine. I stayed still, willing my cheeks to remain apart and bringing us as close as possible. I couldn't stop staring at him and saw him contemplating his cock in my anus. It was hard not to feel connected to him.
I lay still, content to allow him to fill me as much as he desired. The feeling of fullness was immense, as if his cock were filling me to capacity. He carefully withdrew.
"Tori," Jim whispered.
"Jim, what is it?" I asked as he eased out of me. I let loose a groan at his withdrawal, squeezing my ass muscles around his cock. I gazed back at him as he stood, waiting for his response. He was still the man of strength, with his hard features and confident gaze. However, something had changed in him. He looked vulnerable now.
"I need you to leave Aaron," he said seriously.
"What?!" I gasped in shock. I remained in my position, utterly confused at this turn of events.
Jim rubbed my cheek. "I want to be with you," he continued. "I want you to leave Aaron for me."
I returned his gaze, still in the doggy position. This felt normal with him. However, this predicament was far from ordinary.
"Why can't we just be friends?" I queried.
"You don't love Aaron," Jim replied.
"I..." I hesitated. I realized that Aaron and I existed in a completely different relationship now, more like passing ships in the night than lovers. He ate a slice of pizza on the couch and didn't seem to care that I was leaving or even notice. I hadn't loved him for awhile, but I didn't feel anything for Jim's proposition. "I don't know what our arrangement would be. I don't think I can be with just one person."
Jim looked persistent. "I don't care who you sleep with. You're not faithful to Aaron and you won't be. I know exactly who you are and I have no intention of stopping you from sleeping with anyone you want. I will try to keep you safe, though, especially from yourself, as you don't seem able to do so. I've been trying that."
I took a moment to digest his words. He was truly committed to this arrangement. "I'll consider it."
I returned to find Aaron staring at the TV as he devoured a slice of pizza. "Hey, sweetie!" he called out. "I have a note. How was your day?" he asked as he continued to watch the broadcast.
I replied nonchalantly. I realized that my life with Aaron consisted of mundane routines, and the same boring, obligatory conversations that we danced around. At a time, we would have never been apart, texting constantly and ordering pizzas together. Now, we barely spoke with one another, even at our place of work.
In the bedroom, I noticed that my bed was unmade. I concluded that he had fallen asleep or made a mess, as the sheets were in the wash. I furrowed my brow, contemplating the situation. I had come to the conclusion that I would leave Aaron. All the way back in the supermarket when Jim had met me, I felt a powerful connection to him. Now, it was clear that the remains of my marriage to Aaron were distant and meaningless.
I gathered my belongings and filled a bag with personal items.
My ex-husband Jim and I separated six months ago. However, it was unveiled later on that he and his colleague Peter had been exchanging blowjobs for quite some time, which was why I decided to initiate the divorce. Thankfully, Peter didn't reciprocate, and Jim never found out about my secret bank account that had over $24,000 in it, the source of my funds from my exploration period.
I temporarily lived with my mom and eventually found a place on my own with Jim's help, settling my financial matters. I left the church and got odd jobs before starting up as an Uber driver. Occasionally, I would provide fellatio and sexual services to my fares. Jim and I have since stayed together and consider ourselves married although not officially so. He encourages my lifestyle and takes part in most of my activities.
Jim and Peter remained together for a year after our divorce, but they eventually separated. I believe both men were just horny and not fully gay. I never held any grudges against Jim, even though we have drifted apart. Our repressed desires can lead us to make unusual choices.
To commemorate my liberation from a failed marriage, Jim organized a gangbang for me, an event that was a turning point in my life and one we have reenacted several times. Although I cherished the emotional connection I shared with Tim and others like him (with whom I still maintain friendships), there's a part of me that revels in being the center of attention receiving multiple penises while Jim watches, guides, and clicks away on his camera. Having a simultaneous climax while receiving three cocks had a profound impact on my life. People may label me as promiscuous or a prostitute because of the monetary or transactional aspect. I'm fine with that. I see myself as a partner and crucial member of a certain niche community. I still maintain the email address I used to reply to ads. It's possible that I'll come across you one day in a dimly lit setting.
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