Wanting It All: Michael and Sarah (19 page)

SARAH

“Cara, I will not ask you again, who the hell were you talking to?” He walked up to me. Fury was quite evident in his eyes along with a touch of pain which he masked quickly.

“Just Stacy…” He pulled the phone from my hands and looked at my call logs. Relief crossed his features, and I knew what he had thought. He thought I was having an affair. I wasn’t going to get angry about his jealously and mistrust because I was lying to him. Could he tell that I was lying to him earlier? Damn, the man could read me so well. That’s why I begged Jeff not to transfer the call to him; I knew he was in a meeting, and it was my opportunity to avoid detection. I didn’t want to lie to him. He was my everything. I loved my possessive caveman. I fell in love with him the first moment I laid eyes on my fine Sicilian man at my Aunt’s birthday bash.

I hoped he wouldn’t question me, so before he could say anything I added, “Dinner is done, Michael. Come sit.” I grabbed his hand, and it set off his temper. The look in his eyes told me that he was feeling territorial. I hated that he thought I was stepping out on him. 

“Sarah…” That was all that he said before he captured my mouth with his. The kiss was frenzied, passionate, and possessive, just the way I liked it. Michael was the only man whose domination I wanted. He picked me up and placed me on the table. “I am not hungry for dinner. I want my dessert.”

MICHAEL

I attacked the shorts she had on and ripped her panties, sliding down to my knees and spreading her thighs wide. I needed to taste my wife. This pussy was mine; in fact, I was thinking I should get “Property of Michael Vitale” stamped right there. Parting her folds with my thumbs, I licked her with a need to mark her as mine. She was losing her composure. Just like I needed her to. I had to feel her desire for me or I’d lose it. Sarah loved when I went down on her. She was squirming, pushing my face into her cunt. Inserting two fingers in her, I was rewarded with her screams when she came just as I nibbled on her clit.

“Michael,” she cried out, moaning and tugging on my hair. I felt triumphant. She came and shouted my name. But I wasn’t done by a long stretch.

I pulled her down and took her to our room. I was going to make her forget any other man but me. I took off my shirt as I pulled her alongside the bed she had claimed to have slept on this afternoon. Thinking about it got me pissed. “Take him out, cara.” She loved when I was demanding like this.

“On your knees, Sarah. Suck me.” I loved the feel of her velvet tongue licking his straining cock. She took my cock into her mouth, wrapping her lips tightly around the head. The view was amazing. Normally, I wouldn’t come in her mouth because I preferred to come while I was fucking her, but she needed to know who her man was and that she wouldn’t be leaving me for no one else. “Sarah, you ever betray me with another man and I will kill the bastard.” Holding the sides of her head, I began to fuck her mouth. My cock was large so normally I wouldn’t pound away in her mouth, but she needed to be taught a lesson. She had become an expert at blowing me, and I couldn’t get enough. She learned to take it deep, putting porn stars to shame. I knew it turned her on as well. Her pussy was always dripping with her need when she sucked me off. Even now, she had one hand stroking my thick length while the other was playing with her pussy. “I am going to come in your mouth. Swallow.” With a growl from deep within my chest, my release shot straight down her throat. She lapped all of it up like a good little wife.

I pulled her up into my embrace. Sensing my need, she looked up into my eyes and said, “I love you, Michael. I would never betray us.” I felt calm for a moment before I thought about the fact that she was getting better at lying to me. She had me fooled this morning before I came home to care for her lying ass.

“We will see.” While kissing her fiercely, I picked her up and flipped her on the bed face down. Standing behind her with my feet on the floor, I pulled her to the edge of the bed. Gripping her hips, I grabbed at her pussy and inserted a finger inside to feel she was dripping wet. She moaned out her need, raising her rear, seeking my hand. Her need was back with a vengeance. She enjoyed when I ate her out, but nothing felt as good as when I was inside her. Without warning, I smacked her on her ass. “This is mine Sarah. I own your ass. All of you. No one else touches you, you hear me?” I pulled her hair hard but not enough to hurt her. I brought her lips to mine as I kissed her possessively.  “Answer me, damn it. You are mine. Do you understand?”

She nodded. “Good,” I gruffly replied.

Without further ado, I thrusted my large cock into her warm pussy. She cried out with pleasure from the invasion. Leaning down with my chest on her back, I caressed her breasts. My lips ran along her shoulder and to her neck, nipping at the soft, pale flesh until I marked her as mine.  Seeing the evidence of my mark on her spurred me on. The animal in me wanted out. I pushed her chest back to the bed and straightened my back.

“Mine.” I shouted over and over again as I gripped her hips and drilled her to the bed. Tonight, nothing was going to be out of bounds. I wanted it all and he was going to get it. Slowing down for a moment, I ran my fingers over her clit and back trailing her juices to her ass. I made sure my finger was wet, as well as her other entrance. Pressing a finger inside her ass set her off. Her hips came off the bed as she came. The contracting of her vaginal walls caused my balls to tighten once more, shooting my sperm deep in her womb. “No one will fuck you like I will. You have been a bad girl, cara.” As I pulled out of both holes, I smacked her ass again, then again. Each time was a little harder and she was on the verge of another orgasm.

This time I slipped two fingers into her ass; I wasn’t as hard as I was a minute ago, but I was hard enough to stick it in her other hole. “This is mine, too, amore. I am claiming this ass, too, tonight.” I pushed the crown of my penis in her ass. It went in not without resistance with her little cries of pain. “Push back on it, baby” I commanded.

“Michael, please,” she pleaded.

“Please what, cara?” I caressed her backside. Fuck, she was beautiful.

“Fuck me!” That was all that I needed. I enjoyed being in any of her holes. No stopping now, I surged into her ass and started pounding away. I latched onto her breasts. She cried out with pleasure and pain as I pinched them and drove harder and deeper into her ass. I pulled her up more for a different angle. One hand gripped her breast, the other one tugging on her hair.

“Tell me, Sarah, who you belong to. Tell me.”

“Michael! Always you, Michael!” Deep in her ass, I laid her head back down and pushed her forward on the bed and joined her on the mattress. Still pounding deep in her ass, I reached for her nub below and smacked it causing her to once again come hard.

“Sarah, I still love you…” I said this as I spilled my cum deep in her ass. My emotions all over the place, I left my thoroughly satisfied and worn out wife on the bed and jumped in the shower. Once I got out, I went down to the kitchen and began to heat up our now cold dinner.

Ten minutes later, Sarah joined me, freshly showered as well. We ate in silence, refusing to make eye contact. Guilt hit me hard. I hoped I did not hurt her. We had had anal sex several times before, but I was so angry and jealous, I felt I might have been too rough. But what the fuck was a guy supposed to do? I gave her everything, including all my secrets, and she was keeping something from me. I didn’t know what it was, but the fear in her eyes earlier made me afraid that it was the worst; I’d find out one way or another.

After dinner, I claimed I had to work. In all actuality, I got jack shit done. All my thoughts were scattered. Where was she? Was I just jumping to conclusions, or was it the worst possible scenario? It wasn’t like her to be like that, but I wondered if she felt like those neglected housewives. I wanted to ask her but was afraid she would lie again. I might really lose it if I didn’t like her answer. Either way, I was going to look into her whereabouts and keep tabs on her. Nothing that I had been through in my life prepared me to feel this lost. Even when I lived on the streets and food was a luxury, did I feel so helpless? No. Some may see this as nothing and just ask her why she lied, but I couldn’t; to me this was more. She was more, and there was never a moment where I thought I could live without her. I’d never backed down from a fight and I wouldn’t now, but hell if I would instigate it.   

SARAH

He was in his study until well after I fell asleep and was gone before I woke up in the morning. The only reason I knew he had been to bed was the way he woke me in the night to make love to me, slowly. We kissed deeply as he slowly caressed, kissed, and rocked us to orgasm. After we finished, I cuddled myself up into his chest and wrapped myself in his embrace. As we fell back asleep he whispered, “Please do not leave me.”

Hearing his plea, I hugged him tighter and whispered, “Never”.

Today, I was having lunch with Stacy. There was so much I wanted to tell her, especially about the issues with Michael. It hurt that he was so distrusting, but since I’d been lying he could probably tell that I was keeping something from him.

“Hey girl,” Stacey called out, hugging me tight. I loved her, and with her heart having been trampled on I knew the news of the baby hurt her, so I tried not to bring it up.

“Hi Stacy,” I said. “You look better. What’s up? Have you decided to take him up on his offer for something more?”

“Yes, I have. I can’t keep holding out hope that Ryan’s going to come back and this is all some big misunderstanding. That shit only happens in the movies.” We walked arm in arm and headed to the outdoor café.

“So, what do you want to order?”

“Really, I’m going to get something light. I can’t hold much down.”

“I’m sorry, Sarah. I shouldn’t have suggested it.”

“Hell no. I have to eat anyway. Besides, I love hanging with you.”

“Yeah right. You know, I’ve been no fun lately. But something’s on your mind isn’t it?”

“It’s that obvious?”

“Yep. So what gives? You and Michael are like fucking forever happy and fucking.”

“Somehow he knows I lied about not being home yesterday, and the bad part of it is he thinks I’m meeting another man.”

“No, he can’t think that. The way you two are.”

“Well, I could tell that he was hurt. The look he gave me was heartbreaking. I hate that I’m lying to him.”

“It’s a damn surprise. Don’t be upset. If he thinks you’re cheating, he’s a fool. I love Michael like a brother, but man sometimes he can be a dumbass.”

I started laughing because she was right. Michael shouldn’t be doubting anything, but something was niggling in the back of my mind. Something about the way he was acting made me think that he knew I wasn’t home. 

She reached across the table and gripped my hand, giving it a squeeze. “It’ll blow over and he’ll be groveling when he knows the truth.”

“Um. Michael on his knees—sounds wonderful.”

I gave her a dreamy lost in thought look so she swatted my hand. “Quit it,” she hissed, then turned to look over across the street. She turned back like something hit her, and I knew she was missing Ryan again. It was hard to be happy when I knew she was so sad.

Just as we were finishing our food, Daniel approached. I liked him and was glad that he found Stacy.

MICHAEL

The man I had tail my wife was the best. Ryan Elliot was a former marine with a large security business and offered to spy on Sarah himself. The man knew what it was like to be betrayed by a woman before, so he offered to do it for me. He started out down the street from my house. I winked at him before jumping in my ride.

I was busy from sun up until sundown with the meetings I had cancelled the day prior. Between the stress of the office and the fear that I was losing Sarah, I forgot to eat. Thankfully she had cooked and was asleep when I got home. According to the text message I received earlier, I had known she wasn’t home at lunch time. I didn’t want to snap on her. I ate the dinner she left me without really tasting it, showered, and nodded right off.

The next day it took all I had in me to not ask what she was keeping from me. Hopefully Ryan could fill me in.

We met up at the bar down the street from my building. I wanted to know everything I could, but I had to wait. Despite my world collapsing around me, I still had a company to run.

“Hey, Michael,” Ryan said, before hopping onto the barstool beside me. “Can I get a beer,” he asked the bartender.

“For you, Mr. Vitale?” Reggie asked.

“A whiskey straight up. Thanks, Reggie,” I said halfheartedly. Whatever he had to tell me, I knew it wouldn’t be good.

Once Reggie handed me the drink, I turned to Ryan and demanded he just get it over with. “So break it to me.”

“She didn’t leave the house until it was time to meet up her friend for lunch.”

I nodded, then asked, “So, no one else came over?”

“No. During their lunch they chatted it up. Everything seemed normal until this SOB fucking showed up.” He showed me a picture of the girls with a guy I recognized, Daniel.

“Were they too friendly? Is this all you captured?” I was praying that she wasn’t screwing my best friend’s long lost brother because I would make sure that he’d be lost for good. He be done, no doubt.

“Yeah, that’s it, but I think he is with Stacy, not your wife. They were very chatty, but he gave Stacy a longer and tighter hug.” Ryan growled out that last bit and looked like he wanted to murder Daniel.

“You know Stacy?” I asked. He was growling and snarling at the photo like he was invested and I didn’t think I had mentioned Stacy’s name either.

“She and I met at the gym I was going to last year.” Ryan downed his beer like it hurt to say.

I actually chuckled, “You’re the bastard from the gym? Wow.”

“What? Please elaborate.”

“When I came home from work one day a while back, Sarah mentioned it to me. Sarah had been comforting Stacy at our house when she was a sobbing mess. David, her brother, has it in for you.”

“What the fuck was she crying for when she is the one cheating with this piece of shit?” Ryan roared. 

“Elliot, this is Stacy’s half-brother Daniel Hartfield.” Those words quite literally took his breath away.

“But I thought she only had one brother David.” He looked puzzled as fuck.

“Yeah, well, so did she. Daniel is from her mother’s second marriage. They just found out about him last year.” That had been awkward for David and Stacy. They had been abandoned by their mother only to find out she went and had another family. Some women weren’t fit to be mothers. I shook my head when I thought about how fucked up Stacy and David’s life had been.

Before I could ask more about Sarah, Ryan said he had to go take care of something. I had a feeling it had to do with Stacy, but now I was back at square one. I was going home early to talk to my wife and get to the bottom of this. I couldn’t just sit by and let the love of my life leave me.

When I got home, she wasn’t there again. I called her with no answer. I was about to fly off the handle and start smashing shit. Thankfully, I saw her pull up. My temper and insecurity struck full force and I couldn’t wait for her to finish closing the front door before I was barking at her.  “Where the fuck have you been? And don’t fucking lie to me, Sarah.” I was livid and it showed. I pulled her towards me tightly, gripping her arm with one hand while my other gripped her waist and brought me into close contact with her body. She felt so good; I didn’t want to let go. Losing her was all that ran through my head as I held her tight to me.

“You are hurting me,” she complained. It took me a second to realize I was squeezing her too hard, so I let go and she stepped back.