A Tale of Two Doors

***All characters are 18 years of age or older. This story may contain themes of cheating, with no bitches being burnt. If this theme does not appeal to you, you should skip it completely. For those who do choose to read it, comments and critique are welcome. ***

The Damn Door

Usually I am an easygoing person. Some things get to be too much. When I got home I had to struggle with the front door once again. The thing always stuck halfway. I wanted to scream. My arms were shaking from the grocery bags as is, and now this. I pushed all my weight against the door more than once to get it open and when it finally did, I swore loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Added to that, one of the bags tore. Fucking Jason promised to fix it weeks now. But he kept putting it off.

I got inside and the bag split open completely. A jar of pasta sauce rolled and stopped next to the fridge. I remembered I planned to clean it that day, yet another chore. I stared at the jar on the floor mercifully unshattered. This. This is why I do the things I do. I keep giving myself excuses and this could be another one.

I picked up the jar and cleaned up the rest. The fridge could wait. I had to leave again to pick up the kids, and the traffic would be heavy.

I put the groceries away. My thoughts drifted to the situation I found myself in. The kitchen was clean. Dinner was in the oven. Everything was checked off. My life with Jason was good. I knew that. He was home when he said he'd be home, kept his word more often than not. A kind of partner most women would be grateful for. We had two great kids and a comfortable house. There really were no real problems. And maybe that was exactly the problem. Most people might say it was perfect, and some days I did too. But other days it just wore me down.

The same errands, the same routines, every week felt like a repeat of the last. Over and over. I'd walk away from my career when the kids came along. Somewhere in there I walked away from who I was before all... this.

It was temporary. That's what I kept telling myself. Another year, maybe two, and I'd be working again, doing my own thing. But lately I wasn't sure. I'd gone too far down this hole, and I didn't know any more if I even wanted out of this thing. These things.

When Jason got home, I brought up the door before he said anything. "Jason, that door. I'm serious this time. I almost couldn't get in earlier and if you don't sort it out I'll just pay someone."

"Tracy, I know, I kn..."

"No, I'm tired of it, because you've been saying that for months. Months. And I'm the one fighting with it every day. Not you."

"I know, honey. I already called James. He's coming Saturday morning. I'll give him a few bucks, it won't take..."

"James? Why him? Isn't that too complicated for him? You remember the birdhouse last year? He almost broke the ladder and it still ended up crooked."

"Yeah, how could I forget?" Jason said, "That's the time you said he fell flat on his back. Well at least he didn't get hurt. Anyway, all he really needs to do this time is hold the door. I'll do the rest. I promise there'll be no ladders or broken bones."

James Cooper was a neighbor from a few houses down. He was nineteen. We sometimes hired him to do odd jobs around the house. He always smelled of peppermint gum. He was a bit on the heavy side and moved in a slow clumsy way, and with the acne, he looked like an overgrown kid. But he was stronger than he looked. He could take any simple task and turn it into a complex problem. Painting, yard work, whatever, it always took way longer than it should have, I didn't mind that for some things though. But still, he was a decent kid, and honestly I liked having him around for the company.

"Yeah, but it's James," I said. "The door might end up in a worse state than it is now."

"I really doubt that's possible." Jason replied.

The truth was that Jason had no business doing that kind of task, and he knew it as well as I did. Throw James in there too and it was basically a disaster waiting to happen.

"What about Dave though? He's pretty good with this kind of stuff, why not just ask him?, and besides he never takes money for helping out."

Dave Williams lived a few blocks over. Some mornings after I dropped the kids at school, he would be out on his regular jog. He was quite a sight. He had an athletic build. His dark skin shone in the sun as he ran. He had a route that cut through the narrow lane at the back of our house. He had helped us with a few things over the years. He was good at carpentry and plumbing and the like, even though they had nothing to do with his actual job. He worked from home. Something to do with programming. He just happened to be good at other things too.

He had told Jason months ago that he only needed to reseat the hinge on the door. I do not know if Jason expected it to fix itself.

"If James can't make it, I'll ask Dave. But honestly, I'd rather not." Jason said. "I ran into him at the supermarket a few weeks back. He said his wife is sure he's seeing someone else. She thinks it might even be someone in the neighborhood."

"Really? I had no idea. Is any of it true?"

"I don't think so, but now she's suspicious of everyone." He said. "I don't want her adding you to her list of suspects. James is just less complicated right now. And besides don't think I don't notice how Dave stares at you."

"Dave stares at me?" I asked, even though I do notice. "Well, I guess it's James then."

I understood where Dave's wife was coming from. She had good reason to be suspicious. Dave was an attractive man. And maybe her fears weren't unfounded.

I nudged Jason with my hip. "So, if you actually get this door fixed and it doesn't fall apart, maybe you'll get lucky this weekend."

He smiled and came closer. "Only maybe? I'm going to need a sample of the goods first. Give me a reason to actually finish the job."

I pushed him away. "The deal's only good if you two actually fix the door tomorrow. Otherwise, bet's off."

I smiled at how ridiculous we were.

The Slow Fix

That door took up pretty much the whole morning. It ended up being like four hours. I could hear them struggling from upstairs. At some point there was a loud bang. I didn't go check.

When they eventually called me down, they looked sweaty and absurdly proud. And far too exhausted for two men who had just spent four hours on a hinge.

Jay watched me when I walked in. His eyes followed me, it always made me feel sexy and I never got tired of it. Maybe that's why I wanted him so much. He still made me feel desirable, and I needed that.

The door wasn't perfect. It stuck if you didn't pull it just right. But it opened without the usual fight. I said it would do. I told myself I'd just hire someone to line it up properly later. Maybe even Dave. That made me smile.

I heard them talking as I went down. "Does it look straight to you now, James?"

"Yes, Mr. Ross, I think we got it."

He turned when he saw me, same apologetic expression as always. "What do you think, Mrs. Ross? Is it good?"I smiled and rolled my eyes.

"You're not a kid anymore you know. You can use my first name. Go on, say it. Tracy. Tracy."

He went red and looked away. Then mumbled something about needing to get used to it. I grinned. After all this time, he was still awkward, but it was part of his charm. Jason went upstairs to get the cash to pay him.

After Jason went up, I quietly mentioned a few small things I needed him to take care of. Simple stuff I knew from experience that he could handle. He grinned nervously and glanced at the stairs. He said he'd take care of them. Jason came back down and gave him the cash.

When we were alone, he said, "Guess it's time for me to collect my reward." I leaned in and said, "Save your strength for later. You've already worn yourself out wrestling with that door."

He got his reward later that night and so did I. But the thing is while he was on me, kissing me, making love to me, my head was somewhere else entirely.

The Arrangement

With the house quiet and the kids at school, I kept thinking about Jay. We started setting up times for him to drop by for a quick fuck when the kids were gone, or a long, lazy session if his schedule allowed it. My pussy tingled thinking about it that day. It was a rare thrill in my life as a stay-home wife. I always looked forward to it. And this Monday was no different.

I put on my makeup, going for the full fuck-me look. I was better at it now. Dark smoky eyes, heavy liner, red lips that I would soon wrap around his cock. I wanted to look like a street whore for him. Wanted him to feel that hunger the second he saw me. I slipped on the red stilettos he loved.

The First Time

I remembered the first time with Jay. I still do not know what I was thinking. I did not exactly regret it. Well, maybe I did a little. He was around the house often. That day it was only the two of us. He had a fall and his back was sore. I offered to rub it for him. He hesitated. He said yes after I insisted.

We were on the couch. The TV was on. I had him take off his shirt and lie face down. I rubbed lotion on his back. I worked my hands over his shoulders. He had been staring at me for months whenever he thought I was not watching. I wondered if any of this was getting to him. It amused me. I found out the truth quickly.

When I asked if it felt better, he nodded and started to sit up. That is when I saw it. His cock strained against his pants. He grabbed a throw pillow and dropped it in his lap. It was too late. Neither of us spoke. I should have pretended I did not see it. I should have given him the chance to play it off.

My eyes stayed fixed on that pillow. My hand drifted toward it as if the hand belonged to someone else. He turned toward me. He looked scared. I pulled the pillow away. His cock throbbed against his pants. I wondered what I was doing.

My hand hovered and then it came down. I squeezed. The fabric was thin. I felt every vein of his hard cock pressed against my palm. He cleared his throat.

"Maybe I should head out," he said.

He did not move. I kissed him instead of answering. I kissed him hard. He was not good at it. There was too much tongue and it was too wet. I did not care. I was not looking for romance then. Now I am not so sure.I pulled back and whispered for him to relax. I reached for his cock again and felt him twitch. "Still want to leave?"

He swallowed and looked at my hand. I liked being the one in control.

I pulled my top off. He stared at my breasts, from one to the next then at my face. As though none of it could be real. "Are... are you sure about this?" His voice was shaky. I thought about stopping again and about what this would mean if we continued.

"Yes, Jay. What, are you scared of me?"

"No," he said. "I've been dreaming about this."

I shoved my shorts down and straddled him. God, he was so hard. I sank down slowly and we both gasped. When I pulled him on top, he took over. He began pounding into me. No one had ever fucked me with that kind of raw energy. No rhythm, no restraint, just brute force. I loved it.

Cum in me,' I whispered, and that was it. He groaned and clutched me tighter. I felt him throb as he exploded inside me.

"You were amazing,' I managed, still breathless. "We can do this again. But you need to be discreet."

He blinked. "Yes. Of course."

Five minutes later he was hard again. I couldn't believe it. That second time he lasted longer, and I came more than once before he finished.

I knew he'd be ready again in a few minutes but I couldn't risk it. It was getting late.

From then on, it wouldn't be a one-time thing. It couldn't be. We haven't slowed down since. But that first time stayed with me. I hadn't planned any of it. It just happened. It was a dangerous game. But one I don't regret. Much.

Jay's Business Hours

I jumped when my phone buzzed on the counter. It was Jay. "Almost there, I'm around the corner," he said.

"Come quickly," I said. "The front door's open. I'm waiting in the bedroom."

He walked through the door and stopped. He looked at my breasts and then he looked down at the outline of my pussy through the thin fabric. He didn't move or speak.

"I thought about this all weekend," I said. "Having you in here alone. With no distractions"

I walked over and pressed my body against his. I put my hand over his pants and gripped his cock. It was always so hard. The shame came back. I asked myself why I do these things. But I wanted this, I was tired of being a housewife. It was a reckless thing to do and I did not care.

I took his hand. I put it between my legs so he could feel how wet I was.

I put my hands on his chest. He was soft and thick. I loved the heavy, warm weight of him pressing against me. It was so different from what I was used to. He looked at me and the shame went away.

I ran my fingers over the acne scars on his face. I needed his energy, his lust.

"Take me, Jay. Do whatever you want. I'm yours."

"How long do we have? When will Mr. Ross be home?"

"Hours. And my parents have the kids. So I'm all yours. ALL of me. Do whatever you want."

I looked at his face. That boyish nervousness and raw desire. The same awkward look he always had, as though he still couldn't believe where he was. Shocked that he was going to fuck me once again.

"Fuck me, James Cooper. Just like the first time."

"Okay, Mrs. Ross. Oops. I mean Tracy."

I knew what this looked like. A bored housewife fucking a clumsy teen while her husband was at work. I didn't care what it looked like. When Jay's cock was in my pussy he was anything but clumsy.

And what a cock. So much harder than Jason's. So much thicker. Jason would go soft inside me sometimes, lose his rhythm. Never Jay. I dropped to my knees and wrapped my lips around it. The taste of his salty precum hit my tongue, mixed with that faint trace of piss. It made me take him deeper. It felt filthy and I fucking loved it.

But I needed him inside me. I pulled him onto the bed.

He got between my legs, his cock pressing against me. I was so ready. He pushed inside and I gasped. It was like fucking a steel rod. How could someone so heavy, so soft, fuck with this much force? He slammed into me, driving deeper with every thrust.

"Harder," I begged. "Fuck me harder. Don't stop. Don't you fucking stop."

The obscenity of it, the wrongness of it, fucking a teenager while my husband was at work and the kids were at school, it drove me out of my mind. The guilt and how good it felt blurred together.

He kept going long after Jason would have finished and rolled over. He fucked me through one orgasm into the next.

When he finally came, he collapsed on top of me, all that weight pressing me into the mattress. He smelled like sweat and faint cologne. I loved how he smelled. And I knew he'd be ready again in ten minutes, maybe less.

We lay there catching our breath, his cock still inside me, still half hard, his weight heavy on me. His cum leaked onto the sheets. I'd have to wash them before Jason got home. Fifth time this month? I lost count.

The same thought came back. When I go back to work I'll end it. Go back to just being Jason's wife. That was the plan I kept repeating to myself. But lying there, it was bullshit. It had taken over everything. And I didn't want it to stop.

Double Tapped

Jay went quiet, his gaze drifting to the side.

"Mrs. Ross... Tracy, do you think Mr. Ross suspects anything? About us? It's been almost a year."

I laughed and rolled onto my elbow. "Not even close. He likes you. If anything, he's concerned about Dave... you know, Mrs. Williams's husband."

Jay pushed himself up a little. "Oh yeah, I know them, the black family on the next street." He hesitated. "Should Mr. Ross be concerned about Mr. Williams?"

I didn't answer right away.

"Dave's not a threat." I didn't look at him. "He's married. He has a family. He knows where the line is."

Jay nodded. He said that made sense. But what he didn't know was that Dave and I had crossed those lines. Many times.

I thought about last Tuesday. I rushed home after I dropped the kids. I had to be ready. I stripped off my clothes. My panties were soaked. I threw on a loose shirt. My hard nipples pressed against the thin fabric. I went downstairs and unlocked the back door. I waited. Ten minutes later the door clicked open. He was right on time. Dave stepped inside. His dark skin shone with sweat. His shirt was plastered to his muscular torso. I do not know what it is about that man's scent. It does something to me. It does something to my pussy. Every time. I threw off my top and reached for him before he could speak. I dropped to my knees. I rubbed my face against his sweaty abs. I wanted his sweat on me. I dragged down his pants. I wrapped my lips around his cock. I breathed in his thick scent. He pulled me up after a minute.

"Turn around," he said.

He grabbed my hips and bent me over the kitchen counter. He knew I was ready. He pumped his cock into my dripping pussy. My breasts pressed against the cold counter. He held my hair and pushed my head down. He pounded into me. He used me like I was there for that and nothing else. I knew what to expect when he pulled out. Dave preferred to cum on my face and in my mouth. It was his way of marking me. At those times I was his. I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked him. I liked the way it looked. My small pale hand worked his large black cock. He groaned and spurted thick ropes of salty cum across my face and mouth. There was always so much cum. It still surprised me. It dripped down from my chin before I took him back in my mouth and sucked him clean.

"Gotta go," he said.

He tucked his cock back in and flashed that smile. We kissed. He was a great kisser. He was out the door before I could catch my breath. I wanted more. Maybe tomorrow, I thought. Lately the tomorrows kept getting pushed back. His wife was suspicious. It had slowed his visits down. The delays only made me want him more. It started with his morning jogs. I saw him running past our house one morning and offered him some water. He came in and we talked in the kitchen. At some point the conversation just stopped. He was looking at me and I was looking at him. He stepped closer and kissed me. Neither of us spoke.

A minute later he was fucking me on the living room rug. I thought it was a one time thing, that we'd gotten it out of our systems and that would be the end of it. I thought that the second time too. And a few times after that. Not anymore.

I looked at Jay. He nodded.

What would either of them think if they found out there were days they both fucked me. Oh... and Jason too. Three different men's cum inside me within hours. My pussy tingled at the thought. I'm such a fucking whore. I reached for Jay's cock.

This has to stop. All of it.

When I go back to work.

No more...