“I can’t cheat,” I say.
“Do you love him?” Lance asks.
I don’t answer. I can’t tell Lance the truth. That I didn’t even know Michael six months ago. That I haven’t learned anything about him since.
“Does he get you fucking wet, like I do?” Lance asks me. I’m thinking about that question when I feel his hands leave my arms and wrap themselves around me.
I need to put a stop to this. I need to…
His right hand travels to the waistband of my yoga pants and not even hesitating, dives in. I gasp as I feel his fingers go underneath my thong. Two fingers press down to the entrance of my pussy. Rubbing me delicately. Back and forth.
“Fuck, Jocelyn,” Lance says into my ear. “Does dad do this?”
Michael has never done anything like that to me in our entire marriage.
“I didn't think so,” Lance says. “He’s not someone who likes pussy.”
My eyes are half closed. My head lolls back into his. He leans over and kisses my neck right above my shoulders.
“You don’t…know that,” I manage to say. My breathing is coming in shorter gasps now as I feel Lance and his finger gently rubbing the hood of my clit, pressing down on it. He’s going to make me cum.
“I do,” Lance says back strongly. “Because I think my stepdad is gay.”
Wait.
What?
What the hell did Lance just say?
“That’s right,” Lance says softly into my ear, rubbing his tongue against it. His cock is grinding against my ass. His tongue is tracing outlines in my ear. His fingers are flicking my clit. And his voice is permeating my brain. It’s a wonder I’m still standing.
Am I just hearing what I want to hear?
“My dad is most likely gay, Jocelyn,” Lance says softly. “He doesn’t love you. And I’m willing to bet he’s never fucked you. In fact, he would be fucking disgusted if you tried.”
All those times I’ve tried to seduce Michael. All those times he looked like he could care less.
How did I ever miss this?
How could I have been so blind?
Does this make what Lance is doing right now okay?
I don’t know, but for the brief moment my brain has given me a reprieve, I feel the tension exit my body.
I’ll figure out later whether this is still cheating.
Right now, I’m going to cum. I’m going to enjoy this so much.
Lance’s hard body is pressing even harder against me. His pecs are pushing into my back. His left hand is now squeezing my tits hungrily. His mouth is planting kisses on the nape of my neck and he’s dragging his tongue up and down my upper spine.
And his fingers. Oh God, his fingers are smacking, flicking, and twisting my clit.
Michael can’t see us, of course. He’s too busy talking loudly to know what’s happening in the kitchen. How his stepson is defiling his wife.
And how she’s enjoying it.
Just another few flicks. Another set of kisses.