Paige's Way

"Oh god," he moaned, closing his eyes and leaning back against the wall of the elevator.

His wife's touch - gentle and insistent - was driving him wild. He could feel the heat of her body pressed against his as she continued to stroke him, her hand slick with precum as the elevator descended floor after floor.

Pete groaned as he watched the numbers count down far too fast, 3 - 2 - 1 and finally the ding of the doors sliding open to reveal a nearly deserted lobby.

"Come on, baby," Paige walked out of the elevators and across the marble floor, leaving him to fumble with his zipper and adjusting his pants.

He caught up with her just as she pushed open the front doors and the cool night air hit him.  The valet looked at him expectantly as Pete handed him a tag and the man turned and crossed the parking lot.

Pete stood directly behind his wife, wrapping his arms around her, pressing his erection into her ass.  

"Hmmmm, eager are we?" she moaned, pushing her hips back against him. "Did I get you all worked up in there tonight, baby?"

Pete groaned as he grazed his bottom lip against his wife's earlobe.

"You know you did," he replied.

He could feel the heat rolling off her, the anticipation building between them as they waited for their car to be brought around.

Finally, the valet returned, pulling their car up to the curb and hopping out of the driver's seat. Pete opened the door for his wife, then quickly paid the young man and climbed into the driver's side.

Without a word, he put the car in gear and pulled out onto the empty streets.

He drove with one hand, the other resting on Paige's thigh, lightly stroking her skin. She leaned her head back against the headrest, her eyes closed, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Mmm, that's it," she murmured.

He could feel his wife's body relax under his touch, and he slid his hand up further, slipping it under her dress and teasing the edge of her panties. Paige moaned, opening her legs wider, giving him better access.

Pete slipped his fingers under the edge of her panties, feeling the warmth and wetness of her pussy. He stroked her slowly, teasing her clit as she squirmed in her seat.

"Holy fuck, you're so wet," Pete muttered, pressing his fingers deeper inside her.

Paige moaned louder, her hips bucking as she rode his hand.

"Mmmmm, that's right," Paige whispered, reaching to the side of her seat and leaning her seat back further. "I think your boss got me all wet, Pete." she purred.

Pete's brow furrowed and he shot an angry look at his wife, but saw her eyes were firmly closed.

He wondered, not for the first time, if she was saying this just to push his buttons. 

"Paige," he hesitated, frustrated by her comment but hating the idea of ruining her growing arousal.  "You know I don't like it when you talk about him like that," Pete muttered, sliding his fingers out of her and beginning to withdraw his hand.

But just as his hand slid out of her panties, Paige caught him by the wrist and slid him firmly back underneath them before calmly reaching over and squeezing his erection through the front of his pants.

"Yes you do, baby," Paige said condescendingly, without opening her eyes.

Pete looked at her wide eyed, taken aback by her calm dismissiveness.

"What? No, I mean it Paige, I --" he stammered, before she interrupted him.

"Ssshhhhhhh," she shushed him, her soft voice unwavering as she gave his aching cock an even firmer squeeze over his pants.  "Less talk, baby.  More fingering, please." she whispered.

Pete looked at her incredulously, but her eyes remained closed, her face calm and content.  He looked back at the road feeling flustered, but did not remove his hand.  Exasperated, he decided to let it go and returned to fingering her.

Paige moaned softly as she began grinding against his hand. He continued to stroke her smooth, wet pussy, feeling the warmth of her arousal and the slickness of her folds. As he explored her more deeply, he began to probe her clit more deliberately, making Paige gasp and jerk in pleasure. Watching her reaction, the way she writhed and moaned under his touch, drove him crazy. 

He was getting lost in the moment and could feel himself getting harder, as he tried his best to keep some focus on the road in front of them.

Paige continued to rock her hips back and forth as she rode his fingers.

"Fuck, yes, baby," she gasped, her eyes still closed in pure bliss as she ground herself against his hand.

Pete's wrist began to cramp and he attempted to reposition his hand, to push deeper inside her, his slick fingers coated in her arousal. He could feel her walls clench around him as he stroked her quickly, feeling her pleasure building with every passing moment.

"Mmmmmm, David," she whimpered softly, her voice pitching higher.

Pete almost went off the road as his head spun to look at her, his mouth opened wide in shock.  Before he could say anything, Paige grabbed his wrist with both hands and pulled, forcing his fingers deeper inside of her, as she ground her hips hard against his hand.

"Oh fuck, yes, David," she moaned, her voice loud and raw. "Finger that tight married pussy!"

Suddenly her hips were bucking wildly, riding Pete's hand, and he could feel her inner muscles clenching tightly around him as her climax washed over her.

"MMMMMMMMMM, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK... YESSSSSSSS!"

She was in another world now, consumed by the intensity of her orgasm, unaware or indifferent to Pete's shock and hurt at calling out his boss' name. He struggled to keep his eyes on the road as Paige rode out the rest of her orgasm, her hips still moving as she moaned and gasped. 

Finally, she loosened her grip and carefully pulled his hand from under her panties.  Pete heard the squishy sound as his fingers slid free, soaking wet with her arousal. He looked over at her, his heart heavy and his head spinning from what had just happened.

"What the fuck, Paige?" he blurted out.

He couldn't believe what she had done, or what she had said. It felt like a slap in the face - such a betrayal.

But Paige just smiled and leaned over to place a soft, gentle kiss on his cheek.

"I'm sorry, baby," she said. "I guess I just got carried away."

Pete didn't know how to respond, his mind reeling. He didn't know what to think or feel - he was hurt and confused, but also still incredibly turned on.   He finally spun into their driveway, put the car in park and spun around to angrily confront his wife.

"Here baby," she purred softly, before he could say anything, and guided his hand to his mouth. "Taste me."

Pete looked at her then down at his sticky glistening fingers, the musky scent of his wife's arousal making his head spin and his cock throb.

He slowly opened his mouth as Paige guided his fingers to his lips.  He sucked two fingers inside, swirling his tongue around them and tasting his wife's essence, salty and sweet on his tongue, sending shivers down his spine. Paige's eyes were fixed on him, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she watched him.

Pete closed his eyes, savoring the taste, her taunting words from moments ago temporarily fading from his mind.  He couldn't deny the intense arousal coursing through him.  There was simply nothing on earth that turned him on like the intoxicating scent and taste of his wife and she knew it.

Paige watched him, her eyes darkened with desire as she moved closer to him, pressing her lips to his as he sucked his fingers clean of her essence. He groaned deep in his throat, feeling himself grow harder as she nipped at his lower lip, teasing him with her tongue. He let go of his inhibitions, the weight of what Paige had just said a distant thought in his mind. He reached up, running his hands through her long blonde hair and pulling her closer.

Her breath was hot against his lips, and she moaned into his mouth as he deepened the kiss.

Pete knew he should be angry, furious at his wife for the things she'd said, but there would be time for that later.  Right now he couldn't help the overwhelming desire that was surging through him. He wanted her, needed her, and he didn't care about anything else in that moment.

He pushed the thoughts of her taunting words out of his mind as he slid his hands down to her waist, tugging at the hem of her dress until it was bunched up around her hips, but she pushed his hands away and reached for the door handle.

"Inside," she commanded, her voice firm as she climbed out of the car and walked toward the house.

Pete followed like a puppy dog, his heart racing as he watched her swaying hips in front of him. The sound of their heels clicking against the stone pathway was the only thing audible in the stillness of the night.

As soon as they were inside, she turned to face him, and shoved him hard against the door.  Pete reached out for her but she slapped his hands away, a wicked smile on her face.

"Take off your clothes," she ordered, her eyes locked on his.

Pete wasted no time as he began to tear at his shirt, one button popping off and flying across the room as he hurried to comply. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants, standing before her in only his boxer briefs.

Paige's gaze raked over his body, lingering on the bulge in his underwear. She reached out and ran a finger over the fabric, feeling him twitch beneath her touch.

"Mmm, you're so hard baby," she purred, giving him a playful pout.

Pete hurriedly reached down and hooked his thumbs into the waistband and slid his underwear to the floor, releasing his painfully erect cock. It sprang free and slapped his stomach, already glistening with pre-cum.

"Mmmm, so cute," Paige said thoughtfully, ttilting her head and tracing her index from his balls to the tip of his cock before swirling the precum with her finger tip and bringing it to his lips.

Pete flinched, uncertain about tasting his own precum, but he was too far gone to care. He slowly opened his mouth and let her slide her finger past his lips, and tasted the bitterness that lingered.

"Good boy," she said, running her slick finger over his bottom lip.

Wait, did she just call my dick cute? Pete thought. He couldn't help but feel a little inadequate at her words, especially after the game she'd played at the party earlier. But Paige seemed to sense his hesitation and leaned in to whisper in his ear.

"Don't worry, baby. I don't mind the size of your penis," she said, her lips brushing against his earlobe.

Was she doing it on purpose, he wondered?  She usually used the word cock, not penis.  And she didn't exactly build his confidence saying she didn't mind his size, as if she was ok putting up with it.  Pete's head was spinning.

"Do you want me to take care of this little guy?" she asked, wrapping her thumb and index easily around his shaft.

Pete groaned, his head falling back against the door as he felt her soft hand wrap around him. He closed his eyes as she ever so slowly began to pump him, her grip firm and sure as she worked him from root to tip. He felt himself swell even further, his balls drawing up tight as she continued to stroke him. 

With her other hand, Paige pulled the top of her dress down over her shoulders. She expertly unfastened the clasp of her bra and let it fall away, letting her perfect breasts spill out, her nipples already tight and hard. Pete couldn't help himself, he reached out to touch her, wanting to feel the weight of them in his hands.

But she smacked his hands away, shaking her head.

"Naughty boy," she scolded. "You don't get to touch those.  Not yet, at least."

Pete whimpered, a small sound of frustration and protest. He was so turned on, his need for release building with each passing moment.

Paige slowly eased down to her knees, her eyes never leaving his.

"Do you think I should take care of this for you, baby," she asked, spreading her legs apart slightly. "Have you been good?"

He could see the wetness glistening on her thighs and he groaned deep in his throat, unable to tear his gaze away from her.

"Yes," he gasped, as she continued to stroke his cock with just her thumb and finger.

"Please," he begged, not caring how desperate he sounded. He needed her so much in that moment, he would have done anything to be inside her.

Paige's lips curled into a wicked smile as she reached down and slowly traced her fingers over her clit.

Pete's breath hitched in his throat as he watched her touch herself, his cock throbbing painfully between her fingers. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, her fingers moving in slow circles over her slick folds.

"Mmmmm, but you haven't, have you?" she said, stopping her strokes and squeezing it painfully.

"Ahhh," Pete groaned, looking down at her. "What do you mean?"

Paige continued to slowly cirlce her clit with her fingers, letting out a sigh.

"Did you think I didn't see you tonight? See you drooling over Darren's girlfriend," she continued. "Staring at her tits like you wanted to bury your face between them. Were you trying to embarass me, Pete?"

Pete inhaled sharply, realizing that his wife had caught him. But it had just been a quick glance, he'd barely looked, he thought.

"No, I didn't mean to," he said weakly. "I just glanced that way and they were just.... there. I mean her dress didn't hide much, it was hard not to look."

Paige stared at him intently for several seconds before slowly beginning to stroke his cock again.

"Oh, I see," she said. "So if they're just sticking out then it's ok to ogle them in front of all of your co-workers?  Is that what you're saying?"

Paiges voice was still calm as could be, but Pete could hear the severity of her tone.  He stared down at her, watching how she was still working his shaft, squeezing more precum from his head.  He was so close!

"So with that logic, you would be ok if I stared at Darren's cock in front of all of your friends and co-workers? Because it sticks out too, Pete.  Mmmmmmm, believe me," she moaned softly, closing her eyes as if remembering her ex's cock. "It's really big, Pete.  And I'm sure he was bulging out of his pants when he was talking to me.  But I didn't ogle it, did I Pete?" she continued, her grip tightening on his cock. "I kept my gaze focused on his face like civilized people do. But you didn't, did you?"

Paige's words stung Pete like a slap in the face. Hearing her talk about how big Darren's cock was, that she could remember it so clearly, so fondly was devastating.

"Paige, I'm so sorry," he stammered, looking down at his wife. "I didn't mean to embarrass you. I swear."

Paige looked up at him with a look of disappointment.

"But you did embarrass me, Pete," she said, her fingers still working her clit.

Pete could see she was getting closer to her own orgasm as she talked, her body trembling slightly.

"I'm going to forgive you this time," she said, and Pete breathed a sigh of relief. 

God, he was so fucking close, he just needed her to speed up a little bit and he would finally be able to finish.

"But here's what I'm going to do," she said. "I didn't stare at Darren's substantial cock, while it was right there just inches from me.  I wouldn't disrespect you like that in front of all those people. But I'm going to think about it now, Petey."

Hearing his wife call him Petey, as Darren had, was like a dagger to his heart.  She knew how much he hated it, how much he despised Darren for the way he constantly chided Pete. Yet here she was, taunting him with the memory of her ex-lover, using his name as a way to rub salt into his already wounded pride.

"Mmmmmmm," Paige moaned, her eyese closed tightly now. "I'm going to think about how big that cock of his was, Petey.  How it felt in my small hands, just like...."

Paige opened her eyes and looked at her hand wrapped easily around her husband's cock, then let out a low, throaty chuckle.

"Well, not quite like this, I guess," she said, giving him a wicked grin.

Then she leaned closer, her lips barely an inch from the head of his penis, and whispered,

"I'm going to think about how it felt in my hand when I stroked it. How he would roughly grab me by the head with both hands as I waited for him to explode."

Paige was almost panting now, the pitch of her voice getting higher as she spoke, and her fingers moving faster over her clit.  Pete knew she was ready to climax.

"Oh, fuck," Pete whimpered, looking down at her, his humiliation drowned by his desperate need to cum.

"How I would --- UNGHH, beg for it!" she grunted, letting go of Pete's cock and pressing her hand hard against his stomach, bracing herself as her orgasm washed over her.

Pete let out a loud groan at the sudden lack of contact with his cock, looked down at his wife as she rode out the wave of pleasure. He saw her panting heavily as her trembling hands moved faster and faster against her clit.

"Oh, GOD!" she gasped, her body convulsing.

Pete couldn't help himself, he instinctively reached for his cock, desperate for just one more stroke to reach his own imminent climax.  But just as he did, Paige suddenly grasped each of his wrists and held them firmly against the wooden door behind him, leaving him unable to reach his pulsing rod.  His cock twitched, trying to reach her mouth, desperate for any friction at all.  He shoved his hips forward, pressing his swollen purple head against her lips and Paige opened her mouth, careful not to let him inside, but allowing his cock to bounce and twitch on her bottom lip as Pete finally exploded.

"Ohhh, fuck, fuck -- AAHHH!!" he cried out, as ropes of semen erupted from the tip, landing on Paige's lips and into her open mouth.

Pete heard his wife's moan and looked down to see his pulsating head dance and twitch on her bottom lip, his cum coating her tongue and lips, her mouth serving as a repository for his thick white seed. She swirled her tongue, tasting him, before closing her mouth and swallowing every last drop. She swiped the remnants of his semen from her lips with her finger and slowly sucked it clean, never breaking eye contact.

Pete's heart raced, his body still trembling from the intense orgasm. Her taunting words began to replay in his head as he tried to catch his breath. She'd brought herself to orgasm while fantasizing about jerking off Pete's nemesis' oversized cock. And then depriving his cock of any contact and almost ruining his climax, she teased him to orgasm as hard as he could ever remember cumming.

Paige reached down and gently took his softening shaft in her hand. She began to stroke him lightly, her eyes never leaving his.

"Did you like that, baby?" she asked in a sultry voice, her fingers still gently massaging him.

He nodded dumbly, his mind still a fog from the intensity of his orgasm. She finally stood up and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, the taste of his own semen still lingering on her lips.

"I know you did, Pete" she whispered in his ear, the warmth of her breath sending shivers down his spine. "I know exactly what you like, what turns you on, baby." 

She stood back and looked him over, making Pete feel very self-conscious and exposed under her gaze. Her eyes hovered on his shrivelled penis and he almost reached to cover it, as he remembered how favorably she'd boasted about Darren's while downplaying his.

Finally, she let out a deep sigh and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"I'm really tired, I'm going to bed," she said, turning and strolling down the hallway.

Pete stood there, naked and dumbfounded, as he watched her go. He couldn't help but feel a sense of unease wash over him. Paige's games were always intense, but this one seemed particularly cruel, leaving him questioning what was or wasn't real anymore. 

She'd flirted with other men this evening, driving Pete crazy with jealousy, and then somehow turned it around to have him be the one apologizing to her.  He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take.