Page 5 of Opening It Up (Humbled Superstars #2)

Harley

“ I can’t believe it’s finally happening,” Makayla breathed as she slid in the passenger seat of my car.

She had legs for days, and the way her skirt rode up to her lovely thighs, well, it was just mouth-watering.

I felt a little stab of guilt at the lie I had told Lily-Mae.

Well, it was partially true, wasn’t it?

It wasn’t just about having sex with Makayla.

Would I have asked for an open marriage if she hadn’t been in and out of my office every day with her intoxicating eyes and those high heels and the way her ass looked so perfect and perky in the pencil skirts. . .probably not.

My wife wasn’t too thrilled with the idea.

But it was only for 3 months.

After all, I had no intention whatsoever of leaving my wife and family.

After a few months I would see how angry and upset Lily-Mae was and then go from there.

I could always pause the whole thing and try it again later.

If Lily-Mae didn’t go on any dates, she was probably going to be pretty pissed.

Well, I could always ask one of the guys to take her out to lunch sometime. That way she wouldn’t feel so left out.

But today? It was the first day of my enlightened marriage where I would meet new and exciting people in all walks of life.

I still loved my wife more than anything in the world, but we had been together a long time.

Occasionally I even wondered if we had gotten together too young.

I would have chosen Lily-Mae in any lifetime but maybe it would have been better to date around first. I had never really gotten a chance to sow my wild oats. We were even each other’s firsts.

This was the perfect compromise. It was a way to continue to love and cherish my wife while also opening myself up to the new experiences I hadn’t gotten.

Perfect

But now. . .now, all I could think about was that I could slide my hand up Makayla’s thigh and it was perfectly fine .

I could keep my wife and have hot wild sex with Makayla at the same time.

“Where would you like to go?” I asked her as I allowed my hand to drop onto her stockinged leg. “I know a great steak place.”

Makayla wriggled in a most gratifying fashion, jerking her hips forward so my fingers brushed her nether regions.

Of course, I would never have done anything about my attraction to Makayla we hadn’t had an open marriage.

I loved my wife very much and would never have cheated on her.

However, now that we had an open marriage it was different.

I rubbed my fingers down her pussy and Makayla led out a loud groan.

“Want to stop by my apartment first?” she asked, licking her lips.

There was silence for a beat, and I felt my heart pound in excitement.

I’d fantasized about this. A quickie on my way out to dinner.

And this time. . .it wasn’t an illicit fantasy. There was nothing to feel guilty about.

After all, Lily-Mae had agreed to this!

I wasn’t the most spontaneous person. I liked things rather planned-out and organized, in fact. This was a chance to spread my wings and be wild and romantic.

Bliss

But an hour later lying in her bed, all I could think was,

Wait, that wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

Blinking my eyes, I looked down at my rapidly deflating penis, the cum pooling at the tip of the condom.

I was supposed to be lying back in bliss craving a post-coital cigarette, even though I didn’t even smoke.

But I just felt. . .odd. It was more than just my cock deflating.

That had been a weird type of orgasm. It had taken so long for me to come that it was more of a dispirited spurt than anything else. Weak and barely noticeable.

Had I built this whole thing with Makayla up way too much in my head?

What. . .had gone wrong?

When my lips first touched hers, they were soft and inviting. This was going to be amazing , I thought.

However, as I wrapped my arms around her, I got a closer whiff of her perfume.

My nose began to tickle and I tried to ignore it, but it wouldn’t stop.

She plunged her tongue into my mouth, her teeth clicking on mine, and sucked on my tongue vigorously.

My nose was still stinging, and I had to jerk away, her teeth scraping my tongue, and I tried to cover my mouth, but unfortunately she was still hanging on with her teeth, and I sneezed quite loudly.

Unable to untangle myself, my sneeze landed all over her face and sprayed down her neck.

“What the hell?” she squawked, looking at me in disbelief and wiping off her throat.

“Sorry. . .I’m sorry. . .” I said. “I think it’s just your perfume. It’s just—I’m very sensitive to smells.”

“What’s wrong with my perfume?” she cried. “It’s called Raw Sensuality by Le Bonne Odeur.”

It smells like a Glade plug-in I wanted to say, but did not.

OK, so not every hot afternoon sex was going to be a gold medal winner, that was ok.

But things only got worse.

She dropped to her knees in front of me and looked up with a saucy face, tugging at my belt.

I tried to get back in the spirit of things, but since she hadn’t removed the perfume, I could feel my face starting to sting, and it meant my hay fever was the primary focus and not her taking my cock out of my pants.

I definitely had a boner, but whatever Makayla was doing down there was not really working for me, short little licks like my cock was a sherbet flavor she wasn’t sure about, punctuating it with teethy scrapes along my dick that were extremely odd.

I finally had to gently suggest we move on, but Makayla didn’t seem to like that. I pulled down her panties, only to find out that she had covered her very shiny pussy with a strange, viscous substance.

“What—is this?” I asked.

“Edible lube,” she said huskily. “It’s pickle flavor. Get it? Because I want your pickle in me. Let’s get kinky, Harley.”

“Wait, pickle flavor?” I asked. “I’m allergic to pickles.”

I felt slightly irritated. Did I need to bring an allergy list with me on every single date?

“So you can’t lick my pussy?” she asked, pouting.

“I didn’t think you’d coat it with pickle lubricant,” I said.

Then we moved onto the penetration portion, and there I was also disappointed.

Makayla was a very pretty woman, and it had been sort of exciting to put my dick in her for about two seconds, but it was nothing like I had imagined.

I suppose I had imagined myself as a stallion leaping into the saddle, but unfortunately all my moves seemed to be geared toward Lily-Mae.

I flipped Makayla sideways, I flipped her backwards, I practically flipped her upside-down.

I didn’t know if it was the pickles or what, but her pussy just was not that interesting.

Also, her loud and ear-piercing screeches were making it very difficult for me to concentrate.

Anytime I got even a little close to coming, she would emit an ear-splitting wail and I’d have to start all over again.

Finally, we’d been going at it for some time, and I was close, goddamn close, and I squeezed my eyes shut just as Makayla let out another shriek, and shit I was going to have to start all over again, when suddenly. . .

Out of the goddamn blue, a vision of how my wife had looked that morning popped into my head.

Lily-Mae’s generous ass filling out those worn boy shorts, the way she had been bending over the counter looking for her toothbrush.

Just the memory of seeing those few little inches of her curvy ass peeking out was enough for heat to blaze up my spine and I erupted into Makayla.

Well, now that was embarrassing and infuriating.

Finally able to have sex with Makayla and then I couldn’t even come without thinking of my wife.

What the hell .

Afterwards, we went out for drinks, but Makayla chose such a crowded place that I wasn’t able to get home until late.

The house was quiet and dark and I went and checked on the kids, sleeping soundly in their beds. I could hear Julius’ loud snores coming from the basement apartment, so I knew he was doing fine.

I hadn’t even had any dinner, so I grabbed a few cold slices of Lily’s homemade pizza before walking up the stairs.

With a sigh of relief, I slipped into bed beside my wife, too exhausted to shower.

I’d do that in the morning.

Lily-Mae smelled just right as I snuggled in close with an arm around her waist.

Strawberries and cream, clean fresh soap.

I hadn’t realized how many revolting smells there were in the world.

Frankly, the thought of doing the whole thing again was rather exhausting.

Tomorrow, I thought sleepily, snuggling in next to my wife.

Tomorrow I would shake myself off and try to re-evaluate what exactly I was doing here, because that hadn’t been remotely as satisfying as I had imagined.

Frankly, it hadn’t been exciting at all.