Her Forbidden Affair by Rayne Bexley Page B

wronged. 
    Sydney slunk further down Jade’s body, her tongue sweeping a trail over the smooth skin and flat belly then dipping into his wife’s pierced belly button.  Deep brown eyes looked up at Jade while lush lips kissed one hipbone and then the other before Sydney settled between Jade’s opened legs.  Jade’s own hands had replaced her partner’s mouth, pinching her own nipples and rolling them between her fingers as she peered down her body, watching every move Syd made.
    Sydney then looked up at Jade, giving her a naughty expression as she wrapped her arms under creamy thighs and swept her tongue through Jade’s pussy lips.  He could imagine how wet Jade was—first from having her tits sucked and then having her pussy eaten.  Jackson wished he was between her legs, feeling her smooth, velvety pussy on his tongue along with the taste of her wetness as she became more aroused.  He could spend an entire night between her legs paying homage to her beautiful, pink folds. 
    Jackson watched Sydney bury her face between Jade’s legs and latching on, shaking her head back and forth and devouring Jade’s cunt like she couldn’t get enough.  His hand began to stroke his cock faster as he fisted himself with a squeeze, his eyes glued to the screen. 
    Jade ’s back arched, her hands worked her nipples, and her legs spread wider as she dug her heels into the mattress the more Sydney feasted on her pussy.  He felt that familiar tingling in the base of his spine while his sac drew up; he was going to shoot his load.  Pumping his cock at a furious rate, he couldn’t take his eyes off the two women.  The only thing missing from any of this was the sound.  With a few more jerks of his cock, he grunted and came, milky white ribbons of come shooting out onto the wooden floor.  Keeping his eyes fixed on the screen, he saw Jade throw her head back, thrashing as Syd tried to hold her down.  Her release was breathtaking. He watched the silent cries of his wife, the woman he loved more than life itself, her face contorting as pulses of pleasure overtook her.  Fuck, he should have been pissed by what he saw, but he wasn’t.  He was jealous, and probably not the kind of jealous he should have been.  He was confused.  Part of him hated what he had just viewed, but part of him loved it; the evidence of that on the floor in front of him.
    He didn’t finish watching the video; he had seen enough, for now.  His suspicions were right. Closing out the screen, he grabbed a tissue from the desktop and wiped the drops of come off his cock before fixing himself and zippering up.  Cleaning the evidence of his orgasm off the wooden floor with the tissue, he then tossed it in the trash.  Packing up his desk, his lips a thin line, he needed to leave and give this more thought.

 
    Chapter Two
    Pulling his black BMW into the driveway of their northeast Seattle home, he wasn’t surprised to see Sydney’s car wasn’t there. After all, the footage was from the day before. He opened the front door and scanned the living room.  Their house had an open floor plan, so he could see Jade, still in her work clothes with an apron over her outfit, in the kitchen by the stove cooking dinner.  Placing his briefcase on the bench that was by the door, he hung his jacket up and started to loosen his tie, staring at himself in the hallway mirror.  He looked the same as he always did, but something had changed. Maybe it was the furrow in his brow or just the overwhelming sense of hurt knowing that his wife was unhappy enough to go outside of what he thought was a perfect marriage. Running his thumb over the crease in his brow, he drew in a deep breath and blew it out before turning to head toward the kitchen . Play it cool, man . 
    “ Mmm, what smells so good?” Jackson asked, as he wrapped his arms around his wife from behind and kissed her cheek.
    “Stir- fried beef with snow peas,” she replied, with a smile on her face as she