The Christmas Exhibition (5 page)

             
“Wait.” Her fingers traced her lips to either side of her pussy. “Are you okay, Matt?”

             
“Yes.”

             
“Are you sure?”

             
“Yes,” I insisted.

             
She looked at my erection. “I can see you're aroused, but you're definitely okay with what I've told you?”

             
I ploughed through my hesitation. “Yes, tell me more. I...” Did I dare explain it? “I think I like it.”

             
“Like what?”

             
I breathed a deep exhalation. “I think I like the thoughts of you dancing all sexy and steamy with other men... Behind my back.”

             
Jill groaned as she slipped two fingers into her pussy. “What about that part? The part about it being behind your back. How does that make you feel?”

             
“Angry-”

             
“Oh.”

             
“And aroused.”

             
Jill's eyes flamed. “Oh my God, baby, you're what I've always wanted.” She rammed her fingers inside herself. Her breasts bounced as her momentum grew.

             
I wanked slowly, mesmerized by her self-mauling. “You said there was more?” My voice grew more authoritative. “Tell me now what happened.”

             
She squirmed and squealed.

             
“Tell me what the fuck you did.” I reached behind my head for my belt. “Then I can beat the living hell out of you for it.”

             
Jill lost herself in her lust, slipping her fingers into her wetness with a delirious force and effect.

             
The leather of my belt crashed hard on the wood of the coffee table beside her.

             
Jill jumped, snapping to attention. “Fuck!”

             
“Don't forget about me, Jill.” I whipped the belt back beside me to the sofa. “I asked you to tell me what happened. Now tell me.” My cock stood rigid and prominent before her.

             
Her eyes wandered my length. Her pupils circled my girth. Her tongue ran the ridges of her mouth.

             
“Tell me,” I said. “You can play with yourself.” I grabbed my cock. “And I'll play with myself. You better tell me everything you did in detail, Jill. If I suspect you're hiding the truth from me, I'll smack you across your thighs with this belt. You won't be able to wear your short skirts again until you're healed.”

             
Her first two fingers rubbed her clit. Moistness oozed from her opening. “I danced with the labourers. I felt one or two erections against my ass-”

             
“How many?” I shouted, and released my cock to seize the belt in my hand.

             
“Two, baby, two. I'm sorry. I got carried away.”

             
I held the leather taut in my hand. “Are you sure?”

             
She nodded, her breathing swift. “I'm sure.”

             
“Not three hard cocks against you?”

             
Jill shook her head, her hips gyrated and her fingers slipped inside her pussy once more. “No, I only felt two hard cocks.”

             
“What size were they?”

             
“They were big, baby.”

             
“And did you feel them for long?” I gently let go of the belt and returned my hand to my cock.

             
Her voice fell to a whimper as she shook her head. “Not long enough.”

             
I was in awe, torn between enchantment and disillusion. Losing myself in the wickedness of her tale, at one second convinced she was exaggerating and inventing, the next fearful she was holding back from a truthful confession. I was frightened she would mistake my encouragement for complacency. For weakness. For permission.

             
“It was
so
flattering, baby. They all wanted me, but they were only bold in the heat of the moment and because they were egging each other on. I knew who
really
wanted a piece of me in that function room, and he was terrified of making a move.”

             
I dropped my cock. “Sean.”

             
Jill watched me stand.

             
Her fingers froze in her pussy.

             
She watched me leave the living room in silence.

5

I dried my hands in the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My bladder was drained and my cock somewhat deflated. Somewhat. But not quite. I scrutinized my eyes, searching for a soul. What was wrong with me? As angry as I was at her, I was compelled to attempt to enjoy her story. The whites of my eyes stared back. She was lying. There was no truth in her tale. The Sean element moved my pupils. Something
had
happened. Something
was
happening. There was a cat and mouse game of chemistry between them. A battle between the wants and can't haves. A war of possession and of control.

             
“Baby?” she called.

             
“Yes?”

             
“Are you okay?” Her voice wavered, hampered by alcohol and nervousness.

             
“I'm coming down now.”

             
She was silent.

             
I wondered what part of her promiscuous behaviour was to blame for my erection standing suddenly prominent and proudly before me again.

6

I threw open the living room door and stared at my stunning girlfriend. She was now completely naked, her dress and panties discarded on the floor. Her legs were crossed. Her hands on her hips. My belt folded over and clenched between her teeth.

             
“Holy shit, Jill,” I said, my composure collapsing into lust.

             
Her body moved momentarily, compromised by the wine in her system. She mumbled behind the belt.

             
I took it from her.

             
“Are you going to punish me?” she asked.

             
I sat down, facing her, with my legs open and my erection stood tall. “Yes.” I placed the belt at my side. “Now, talk.”

             
“Anything else?”

             
I narrowed my eyebrows.

             
“Anything you'd like me to do as I tell you what happened?” she suggested.

             
I sighed. “Can you suck my cock and talk at the same time?”

             
She bit her thumbnail. “No.”

             
“I want you to spread your legs and play with your pussy while you tell me everything. And I mean
everything
. I think there's more chance of you telling the truth if you're aroused.”

             
Jill parted her legs. Her beautiful pussy lips glistened with the beginnings of her juices. “Don't you want to play with me while I tell you?”

             
My hand had already returned to my crotch, masturbating myself into the mood for her naughty confession.

             
“Okay,” she conceded. “Well, I'd had my fun on the dance floor. Sean's dad seemed to have seen enough of it all. He's not a big drinker and he announced that the night was coming to an end. He was leaving and we could all drink up and go on to a club, if we wanted. I spied Sean pushing one of the workers out of the way.”

             
“One of the workers?”

             
“One of the labourers, Matt. One of the guys who'd thrust his cock up and down the crack of my ass.”

             
“What?”

             
Jill smiled, gliding her fingers over her clit. “Oh yeah, that's good.” She shivered and her nipples stood erect on the tips of her breasts. “The second guy with the hard on had been a little more adventurous than the others. He wasn't shy to show off what he was doing.”

             
Anger disembowelled my desire. “Tell me
now
. I want to know everything.”

             
“He was more physical than the others. He wasn't malicious. If anything, he seemed more up for a laugh. But then I realised he was hard. I... I encouraged him. He only grazed against me once, perhaps accidentally, and I made sure it happened several times. The music changed and I performed some routine... I don't know... I was copying Sharon... We bent over quickly and grabbed our ankles. It was only supposed to be for a split-second. Tracey and Nici were doing the same. But this guy-”

             
“What was his fucking name, Jill?” I demanded.

             
“George.”

             
I heard my pulse pound in my head. My blood boil in my veins. My sperm swim rapidly in my balls.

             
“He's about 35. Tall and tattooed, with a beer belly. The moment I bent over, he rushed behind me and pretended to dry hump me... Except he wasn't pretending. His cock was between my cheeks. He held me down in that position for a few seconds. I felt his cock against my pussy. It was embarrassing. Everyone was cheering him on. Well, nearly everyone.”

             
My imminent orgasm stagnated and waned. Disappointed filtered through my arousal. Despair and desperation etched at my resolve. “They were laughing at you,” I said.

             
Jill pleasured her pussy lips, touching herself in a V-like shape.

             
“Laughing at
me
.”

             
She shook her head. “No, baby, it wasn't like that. Only the boss might've thought it was getting out of hand, and he called time on it before anything else happened.”

             
“Really, Jill?”

             
Her fingers folded together and entered her opening. “Fuck,” she cried. “Well... Nearly anything. Sean stormed out after I stopped dancing. I had a little thrill in my knickers, knowing I'd got the better of him.”

             
“A thrill?”

             
“Yes, Matt. I was leaking. My panties were wet because I was frustrating another man.”

             
“Not because you were getting groped and prodded by those other guys?”

             
Her fingers worked harder inside her. “Shit... No. Not really. It was fun, but the turn-on was what I was doing to Sean... Jesus, Matt, do you think it's possible to want to fuck someone you don't even like?”

             
A whirlpool of subconscious whispers overcame my mind in that instant. I was overtly aware of our nudity. The absurdity of sitting apart. I on the sofa. Jill on the coffee table. Our separate, independent masturbation. My eyes open. Hers shut. Melted in malevolent memories of borderline adultery. My cock standing shamelessly to attention, refusing to die no matter what turn her tale took next. Her words wounded and welled at once. Hollowed and healed. Annexed and aroused.

             
Jill pinched one of her nipples. “I don't know, maybe I just liked having power over someone who thought they could buy me.”

             
“So you stopped dancing and,” I glanced to the clock, “obviously didn't go clubbing. Is that it?”

             
Her eyes opened. Her fingers fucked her puffed lips. Her nipples stood erect. “No, baby... I followed Sean outside.”

             
I wanked my cock at a phenomenal pace, trapped between trepidation and the thrill of treachery. Why did I like the sound of where this was going? While glancing at her with abject disgust? Why were my balls bulging further, yet smothering my spunk from explosion. What if I couldn't cum at all? Fear floundered a beat in my heart. What if my failure to finish was the pinnacle of her disappointment?

             
“I wanted a cigarette, and I knew he would have one.” Jill dragged her digits from her cunt and pleasured her swollen hood, swirling her clitoris with delectable poise.

             
“You could've got a cigarette from anyone, Jill.”

             
“I know.” She nodded, smiling through shame. “I wanted to see Sean. I wanted to see what my teasing-”