One Night Three Hearts by Adele Allaire Read Free Book Online

she said.
    He pinched her nipple again. “Whose cock?”
    “Matt’s cock.” Her eyes blurred from the tears she held back, and kept staring at Jason as she winced in pain. She waited for him to leap off the chair, punch Matt, and drag him out of the hotel room. Instead, he kept stroking himself slowly as if he was mesmerized by Matt’s actions.
    Matt turned her head away from Jason, told her to keep her eyes on Jason, and shoved his tongue into her mouth.
    “Now look at me, Rose.” She turned and searched his face. “I love you, Rose. I wanted you since the day I met you. I wanted to fuck you in your wedding gown the day you married Jason. You know this to be true, and when you cut me off from you years ago, that was the saddest day in my life. I never quite got over it until tonight.”
    “Now answer me truthfully,” Matt continued. “Do you love me as much as you love Jason?”
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    Matt turned her head back towards Jason. “Tell him.”
    Rose bit her lip as she stared at her husband. “Jason, I love Matt as much as I love you. I’m so sorry.”
    Please forgive me, Jason. I needed his words, his voice. You don’t know what he did to me.
    The slap on her breast wasn’t as hard as the one delivered earlier to her face, but it stung so much that a fresh set of tears rolled down her face. Matt hissed in her ear not to ever apologize for the feelings she had for him to anyone: not Jason, not her parents, not her friends, not anyone.
    It dawned on her that this was one of Matt’s fantasies that they talked about towards the end of their emotional affair. His desire to humiliate her, to smack her for reasons she wouldn’t be able to figure out. Rose recalled fingering herself furiously in her car as she listened to him detail all the ways he wanted to hurt her, and how her moans into her mobile phone caused him to drop his phone when he came. Matt made her slap her thigh so he could hear what it sounded like. They never rehashed or repeated that particular conversation, and she remembered it was the first time Matt ever said he loved her. Rose couldn’t bring herself to vocalize her complicated feelings in return, and it was the last time Matt said it.  
    “Jason, I’m going to punish her if you lie. Think of what I’m capable of before you answer. Are you jealous that your wife loves me, and does watching me play with her turn you on?”
    Jason cleared his throat. “I’m not jealous anymore. I knew about it for a long time, and yes, nothing turns me on more than watching you with her.”
    Rose’s mind went into a tailspin, and she braced herself for some sort of physical pain. He knows. He knew for a long time. He never confronted me.
    “Great answer, Jason. Have you ever seen a whore’s cunt up close?”
    Jason laughed. “You know I’ve never been with a prostitute.”
    Matt, please don’t do this to me. I can’t even cope with all of this finally out in the open. Please don’t.
    Rose’s silent pleadings did nothing to stop Matt from removing himself from under her arms, pushing her on her back, arranging her hands over her head again, and finally, spreading her legs as wide as they could. Rose could only see Jason if she lifted her head, and she was too scared to move.
    “Look at how well she hides it,” Matt said as he put his hands on her inner thighs, and massaged his way up to her pelvis. He pulled back both of her thick outer labia. “Isn’t she so lucky that she can hide her cunt like that even when she waxed all the hair off it? And she is all wet underneath it all. Look at how wet we made her.”
    Jason must have nodded or given some other silent approval because Matt brought one of his fingers to his mouth, licked it, and then started to run his fingers up and down her slit. This was such a welcome relief after all the physical and emotional pain he dealt her, but she remained cautious.
      “Did she ever tell you where her g-spot is? No? Let me show you.