TABOO novel Chapter 40

LOCKDOWN SEXCERCISE

" Do you wanna eat my pussy or just stand there and watch me?"

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" You're gonna be okay right? You know, since I won't be leaving the city until next week and I need to work on this business strategy with Aaron." I said to my wife, Amber, with her bags in my hands.

" I know honey. It's fine. I want you to be careful, alright?" She smiled and kissed my lips. 

" I love you okay?" I said to her as we stopped kissing. 

 Amber giggled and took her bags from my hands. 

" I love you." She pecked my lips one last time and turned around towards her flight. 

  I stood still, with my hands in my pockets as I watched her. After she had finally boarded her flight, I left the airport and entered my car as I drove away. 

Amber and I had been married for two years now. She was a beautiful woman and she was sweet. The only problem in our marriage was me. She was tolerating, she was great, she was hardworking, and too nice to be precise. I on the other hand was a complete manwhore. The past two years of our marriage, I've cheated on her seven times. With women she was far prettier than. 

 She didn't know. Well, a friend of hers saw me with the last chick I cheated on her with and told her. Amber confronted me, and I had to tell her the truth and that I didn't mean to. Amber and I fought, we didn't talk for two weeks and I tried really hard to rebuild our marriage. She forgave me and now we were on speaking terms and more than in love again. I knew I was gonna cheat on her again, this time I just had to make sure none of her nosy friends saw us. 

 I was a chronic cheat. I knew that.

 We flew to New York for a week together. We wanted to heal and rebuild our marriage, so we thought, 'why not come to New York for a vacation and just hangout with our friends?' 

When we got to New York, we wanted to spend the entire week in a hotel, but then I knew that would be too expensive. My best friend, Aaron, lived in New York. I've known the man since we were kids. We only got separated when I got married and moved to California. We always talked on the phone and FaceTime. Early last year, he got married to Skyler. This beautiful, brunette with fair skin and ass like two moons. 

Fuck, she was hot. 

I remembered lusting over her for a while after I attended their wedding last year. No matter how much of a manwhore I was, I made sure I stayed away from my friend's wife. Before this one week vacation with my wife in New York, I always visited New York because of business. I spent most of my days staying at Aaron's house during my business travels and Aaron was okay with that. We were best friends. Skyler was sexy, she always wore these sexy pieces of clothing around the house. Clothing I've seen different times on my wife, but it just seemed to look hotter on Skyler.

 So during our one week marriage vacation, we decided to stay with Aaron to catch up on things since it's been three months since I last saw them. Aaron's house was bigger than my house. Fact was, he was richer than me. We stayed with them while Amber and I talked to a therapist during our stay there. At last our marriage was right on track. She loved me more than ever and our marriage was doing okay. At the end of our marriage vacation, Amber had to leave because of work. I couldn't leave, because Aaron had this new business proposal for me and I couldn't miss the opportunity. Amber couldn't stay so I had to drive her to the airport so she could go back home and I promised to join her in California in a week's time. 

As I drove back to Aaron's residence, I listened to the radio. The broadcasters on the radio were talking about a new disease called Covid-19 and how it was fast spreading around the country. I turned down the radio and rolled my eyes at the news. I just couldn't wait to get back at Aaron's residence and eat one of Skyler's amazing tarts as I stared at her fine ass. 

 I guess after the one week therapy sessions with Amber, I was supposed to be fixing my manwhore ways. But it turned out I wasn't ready to stop cheating. Every day, I imagined Skyler sitting on my dick as she rode it. I've imagined eating her pussy from behind on the kitchen counter when Aaron was out for business. I've imagined doing so many dirty things to her. So many and I wasn't ready to give that imagination away. Skyler wasn't prettier than Amber, my wife. No. Amber had pale skin, blonde hair, and was a New Jersey born woman. She was beautiful. Definitely not hot or sexy. 

 Skyler was from the Caribbean, with a Polish speaking mother. She had dark long hair, with a small waist, and a really fine ass. God her tits were fucking adorable. I've imagined my hands on them, squeezing the fat, and with my tongue tasting her nipples. 

 Fuck, I was hard. 

Skyler was hotter than my wife, she was what I would have as a side chick. I wouldn't mind. And maybe it was wrong of me thinking about fucking my best friend's hot wife, I couldn't help myself. She was something I wanted and I needed to have her. I guess I lacked morals and obviously it would hurt Aaron if he found out I was planning on fucking his wife. All I had to do was make sure he didn't find out. 

 As I parked Aaron's car outside his house, I stepped out and walked inside the house. The house smelled good. Obviously, Skyler was making one of her great meals. She was also a less good cook than my wife. Amber makes one of the best meals out there. She owned and managed her own bakery. I was proud of my wife but I just couldn't stop cheating on her. 

 I knew I was supposed to feel bad, feel ashamed for being married and day dreaming of having my dick inside Skyler's cunt, my best friend's wife, but I wasn't. I was far from ashamed. I guess cheating ran in my vein. 

  As I entered the living room, I heard giggles coming from the kitchen. I followed the sound and walked towards the kitchen. There, Skyler was sitting on the kitchen counter, with Aaron in between her legs and his mouth on her nipples, sucking it. She moaned, and I just stood there by the door and watched them shamelessly. Imagining my mouth was on hers instead of Aaron's. 

 Aaron palmed her hips, pushing her slutty dress upwards and I could see her beautiful toned lap.

" Oh fuck, baby."

  They were so indulged in their makeout session none of them felt my presence and I wasn't ready to be seen. Skyler threw her head back with her eyes shut as she moaned. Aaron was still sucking her breasts while he cupped the other through the material of her thin dress. Suddenly, Skyler's eyes flew open and locked with mine. 

" Shit." She jerked up at once, and at the same time I cleared my throat and looked away. 

" I'm sorry. I tried to make my presence known, but you guys were pretty invested." I lied. 

  Aaron chuckled nervously and helped Skyler with her dress, not before I caught a glimpse of her bare ass. 

 Fuck. 

" It's fine. Sorry we had to go at it in the kitchen. We thought you won't be coming back anytime soon."

" I understand." I smirked and stared at Skyler who was blushing red. 

" You were early." Skyler spoke, clearing her throat too. 

" The airport wasn't that far. You guys were cooking?" 

" Yeah." Aaron said, rubbing his nape awkwardly. 

" Okay." I smiled at Aaron. " I'll leave you two." I said and left. 

 Two days after the kitchen incident with the married couples, Skyler was always blushing around me. In fact, she had started watching me quite too often. Two days earlier after I left the kitchen, I went straight to the ensuite bathroom of my assigned bedroom and relieved my dick from its throbbing. I thought about Skyler's breasts, her ass, and I imagined what her pussy looked like. I came with a loud groan. It was blissful. 

 Skyler wouldn't stop staring at me the days that followed. I didn't understand why she was staring, but I guess she knew I watched her husband touch her in the kitchen for a long minute before they saw me. 

It was around 10 in the morning. Skyler made pancakes, eggs, and bacon. We ate, with me sitting across from Skyler and her husband. Under the table, her knees constantly brushed against mine as we ate. Aaron was on his phone, not really paying too much attention to the food.

" Whoa." Aaron said at once, making Skyler stop brushing her knees against mine. She moved her knees away. 

" What?" I asked. 

" It's about this new disease. CoronaVirus and it causes…"

" Covid-19." I said at once. 

" You've heard about it?" Aaron asked me. 

" Yeah. I heard it on the radio two days ago on my way back from the airport. Is it real?" I said. 

  Aaron stared at his wife and me before he stood up. He hurried to his living room and we followed. Aaron turned on the TV. He tuned the channels and stopped scrolling when a news channel appeared. There was a broadcaster talking about this new infectious disease called the Covid-19. 

" This shit's real!" I said. 

" It sure looked like it." Aaron muttered as we stared at the TV. 

" Wait. People have died?" Staring at the words at the bottom of the news channel, I asked.

" Holy shit." Skyler gasped. 

" Calm down, honey. It's not something that wouldn't leave." Aaron confronted his wife. 

" Okay, fuck. They've declared a lockdown." I said.

" What does that even mean?" Skyler asked. 

" It means we aren't allowed to leave our houses until further notice and I guess transports like trains and even airplanes have been stopped. I don't think anyone's allowed to leave the country anytime soon." I said. Aaron sighed and sat down, with his elbows resting on his knees as he ran his fingers through his hair.

 " This country is fucked." Aaron said.

" I think it's worldwide." I said, staring at Skyler who was literally panicking.

" Then we're all fucked."

" We're not. You've got food, power, anything you want that can last you for months. Also the government will be able to find a solution to stop this disease. Since it's infectious, I guess that's the reason for the lockdown. It won't possibly last a week." I ensured them. 

" Thanks, Bradley." Skyler said, giving me a small smile. 

" You wanna go back to the dining room or what?" I questioned. 

  Aaron looked at me and chuckled. 

" Bradley, always the optimistic kind." Aaron said and stood. He tapped me on the back in a friendly gesture and we left the living room to the dining room, with the newscaster still reading about Covid-19.

 A few days after the lockdown began, Skyler and Aaron always fucked and it was loud. I was horny all the time. This was the first time I wished Amber was here with me during this lockdown. Maybe I didn't have to fist my cock every other time just to get off. My plans to fuck Skyler before I leave for California was still on. Despite being on lockdown and none of us were allowed to leave our houses, which meant Aaron would always be around, I still had to find a way to taste her. I just had to. I want to. 

 Last night, surprisingly I didn't hear the couple's moans which meant they didn't fuck last night. I stared at the bedside clock and it was 7:35am in the morning. I got out of bed, washed myself, brushed my teeth, and did my morning business before stepping out of the bathroom. I couldn't sleep last night. I thought about Skyler all throughout the night and how I'd love to pin her against the wall and slide into her. 

 Fuck, I really want that and I was fucking horny too. 

 I should be thinking of my wife, but here I was thinking about someone else's wife. My best friend's wife. I told myself I wanted to taste her even if it was only once. I just had to taste her and then the two of us would pretend it didn't happen in the first place. We didn't have to do it again. Aaron didn't have to know. 

 After getting dressed, I went to the kitchen. The smell of fried food wafted in the air. I entered the kitchen and there was Skyler cooking. She was wearing a red night dress with one of the straps down her shoulders exposing her fair chest. I cleared my throat this time, announcing my presence.

" Hey, sky." I greet her. 

  She smiled at me when she saw me as she adjusted the strap of her dress. 

" Hi, Brad. Had a good night's rest?" She asked me. 

" Yeah. What about you?"

" Good too." She smiled. 

  I nodded and walked past her to brew coffee. I not so subtly checked her out, taking my time to capture her beautiful body and stored it in my brain. Even if I didn't get to taste her before I leave, I could use her images stored in my head and imagine I'm having sex with her in real life. 

 That could help. My eyes linger on her ass as she washed the dishes. 

" Aaron still in bed?"

" Yeah. He's resting. He's pretty tired. And also lockdown, there's nothing fun to do anymore." She answered. I nodded. 

  My eyes went back to her butt and I bit my lip. She suddenly turned around, with a napkin in her hand as she wiped her hands clean. She was smirking at me. 

" Do you wanna eat my pussy or just stand there and watch me?" She asked at once, surprising me by her outright question. 

" What?"

" I said do you want to eat my pussy or just stand there and watch me?" She repeated her question.

  I was more than dumbfounded.

" Why would you say that?" 

 Skyler smirked and approached me, taking slow strides till she stopped in front of me and turned off the coffee maker.

" I see the way you look at me, Bradley. I know you want me. I know you want to bend me over this counter and have your way with me. I can see the lust in your eyes. Especially that day you walked in on Aaron and I. You wished it was you. You fucking want me, Braddy." She said. 

  I'm shocked and speechless as I stared at her. 

" Well, I'd be lying if I said I don't want you back. Fuck, you should see me in the bathroom when I touch myself. You're all I think about."

  What the hell is going on? Is this some kind of test? To prove to my best friend that I was a fucking cheat and I wanted to fuck his wife. 

 It could be.

" I don't know what you're talking about, Skyler. I don't want to do all these things you just mentioned."

  She frowned. 

" You don't want me? I mean I know I was right. You fucking want me. You want to fuck me, Bradley. And fuck it, I want your hands all over me."

" You're married to my best friend." I whispered, just so Aaron wouldn't hear us.

" Stop whispering. He's out like a light. He won't be waking up until 12 in the afternoon."

" Why?"

" He's on medication."

" What kind of medication?" I asked.