Chapter 8: Losing Faith

Faith stared at herself in the mirror as she finished washing the day's makeup away. The rest of the evening had been full of stories and flirtatious bantering back and forth. She knew Selby would love to see Tracey and her together, but Faith wasn't sure she was there, yet. Besides, there wasn't much she knew about the fiery redhead, except she seemed to have an insatiable mischievousness about her. Tracey befriended Selby because of how close they worked together, and from there, she had insinuated herself into their lives. Not that Faith minded, of course. It was good to have a female to talk to about things, and Selby really seemed to care for her.

Still, even with how often they talked, Tracey never revealed much about her past. She seemed to be all about the "Now."

Of course, Tracey was quite the instigator and a tease on top of it. Yet, her suggestion of Selby and Faith playing without each other present started Faith wondering if she wanted to go that route. So far, Selby and she had played with others while everyone was in the same room. But, what if Selby wasn't in the room? His presence made her feel safe and allowed her the freedom to give herself over to the experience. But, what if he wasn't there? Would she feel as if she had more freedom or be more afraid? Would she go deeper or hold back from whoever she was with?

And what if it was Edwin?

Faith slipped out of her clothes, tossing them into a laundry basket at the rear of the walk-in closet, and then slipped an old Florida State T-shirt over her naked body. The room held a slight chill as she left the bathroom and crossed the master bedroom to join Selby, who was already in bed, under the covers, and enjoying a Mercedes Lackey novel. A cup of hot tea sat on the nightstand beside him, probably turning cold as he became lost in whatever fantasy world he read about. She scooted in beside him and draped an arm across his waist while laying her head on his chest. He kept his eyes on his book but wrapped an arm around her shoulders, squeezing her tighter to his body.

"You okay?" He caressed her arm with his fingertips as he spoke. His attention was still on his book, however.

"Just thinking." She ran her fingers over the small trail of hair that traveled from his belly button to his cock, gliding her finger back and forth.

"If your finger is any indication of what you're thinking, I'm game."

She couldn't help but smile as she gave his blond body hair a playful tug. "No. I was thinking about Tracey's questions, about us playing apart."

She felt him close his book before she saw him set it to the side. "And what thoughts have you had?"

"Not much, really. Just whether or not it would be fun or scary as hell. I'm used to you always being there. You're like my security blanket."

"All warm and cuddly?"

She lifted her head and looked into his eyes. "Tattered and frayed around the edges." She pulled his hair again. They both laughed as she laid her head back down. She stared at the picture of the two of them on her dresser. It was of the two of them sitting on the Mad Tea Party ride at Disney, smiling as they waited for the ride to spin them out of control. "I was just wondering how different it would be."

His hand went from caressing her arm to teasing her hair. "Is it something you want to experiment with? I'm sure there are guys who would be more comfortable if I weren't around."

"I don't know if I want to or not. It was just something to think about. What are your thoughts? Is it something you'd want to try?"

"I hadn't really thought about it before, to be honest. It would have to be someone we both trusted. I don't want you with anyone I'm not sure you're safe with or who I don't know about." He was silent for a while, and she knew he mulled it over. "I suppose we could give it a run through and see how it pans out with the agreement that if either of us becomes uncomfortable, we put an end to it, immediately."

She nodded her head, feeling his hard stomach against her cheek. She ran her fingers back down his abdomen, only this time she kept going until she felt the soft curls around his growing member. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and smiled as she heard him moan. Turning her head, she kissed his flesh, tasting its warmth. As she ran her tongue over his stomach, she glanced up into his eyes. She pumped his cock with a slow, teasing motion, feeling it come to life in her hand. She grinned up at him. "Well, well, Mr. Greer, I do believe the idea of another man ravaging your wife excites you."

He sucked in a deep breath, his eyes widening a little as she gave his cock a tender squeeze. "It does have an exciting air about it," he said, his voice full of the lust she drew out of him.

"Does it? Does the idea of you being home alone while another man uses me for his pleasure turn you on?" She lowered her head to his testicles and ran her tongue over the wrinkled skin, eliciting a moan from his lips. She nuzzled her face into his sac and breathed in the scent of him. She continued to pump his cock as she kissed around the base, teasing him. "Can you imagine me being taken, maybe in a car or cheap hotel, my legs spread as another man's cock plunges into me? You won't hear my cries of pleasure, but you'll know I'll be making them, making a story to bring back to you."

Selby reached down and gripped her shoulders, flipping her hard onto her back. Before she could tell what was happening, he was on top of her, her hands pinned above her head. He kissed her ear as he drove his swollen rod deep into her pussy, making her cry out. "And you'll love every minute, playing the cheating wife." His voice was a growl in her ear. "But, I'll take you the minute you walk in the door." His cock drove in and out of her as her honey dripped. "I'll make you relive every moment of every naughty detail." His hips pounded hers while his balls slapped against her.

She wanted to grip him, claw at his back, but he had her hands clasped tight. Her moans echoed off the walls, her hips rising to meet his. She wanted him deeper, harder. He gave her what she needed, reading her body and her groans. Her body tensed. She cried out. Her orgasm hit like a current ripping through her, making her body jerk and twist under him. As her body started to calm, she felt his cock twitch and his body tense as his lust erupted inside of her.

Faith wrapped her legs around him, holding him to her. He collapsed on top of her, his breathing heavy in her ears as he kissed her, his lips soft against her flesh. She returned the kiss, her body the glowing embers of their passion.

When he finally rolled to the side, arms at his side, his eyes staring at the ceiling without seeing it, she propped herself on her side and smiled at him. "Yeah," she said, her own breathing ragged with the exertion. "I'd say that idea excites you."