The Side Project

Chapter 23: Reed

Chapter 23: Reed

Allie's Ass Allays Any Apprehension

Allie's Ass Allays Any Apprehension

Author's Note: Reed side of TSP here. I know the cheating/loving wives things rubs a lot of people the wrong way. It's ok (Editor Ky author: but really you shouldn't) to skip it. At the same time, there's some interesting stuff going on here outside of the sex. Also, who wouldn't be addicted to Allie? She's habit-forming.

When Allie had invited us inside I accepted on instinct. Kyle and Lexi did not need me for their little rural survey anyway. The idea of an idyllic rural retreat had some appeal, but living out in the sticks was really Kyle's deal, not mine. I was a city boy. Not that I needed an excuse to spend more one-on-one time with a genuine hottie like Allie anyway.

I did feel the need to be slightly more cautious than my standard operating procedure though. What Allie had emotionally revealed to us in the car about her horrid marriage, why she was still in it, and the suffocating nature of her neighborhood was more vulnerability than I generally preferred to deal with. I didn't mind being a shoulder to cry on. I'd learned long ago a great way into a woman's pants was to be a good listener. However, I was not a therapist and refused to fill that role for women, or men for that matter. Allie might have warranted an exception though. When I closed my eyes, I saw hers. It drew me in.

Allie's home was pleasantly decorated. I was impressed with what, I assumed, was her style. Based on everything I knew about Garrison so far I doubted he had any decorating sense.

"Nice place," I commented. "Guessing this is your work."

"Pffft, of course it is," Allie scoffed. "Garrison thinks it's too frou frou. Luckily he doesn't spend enough time at home for it to really matter. I like having my own space, even if it's way bigger than what I need."

"It's good to have your own space. I wish I could show you mine in Houston, I'm very proud of it," I told Allie. "You know, if I do end up moving to Nashville, would you be interested in helping me decorate my new place?"

"Are you sure? You can see my style, it's light and airy. I'm sure a big bad bachelor like you is all dark woods, abstract art, and leather furniture," Allie said, she was smirking a little.

I laughed. "Ok I may be guilty of some of those, but I like natural light. I like plants. I would probably pass on the pastel window treatments, but I appreciate your style. I like your art. I like pretty things." I punctuated my statement by looking at Allie.

She smiled at me. I think she got the message. "Would you mind if I take a few minutes to freshen up? I'll show you to the liquor cabinet, feel free to have a drink and sit on the porch overlooking the water, I always find that pleasant."

"That sounds like a wonderful suggestion," I replied, curious what her plan was. I ended up with a nice Scotch on the back porch, enjoying the cool November air. Allie promised she would be right back.

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I had been sitting on Allie's back porch, watching the world go by for about 15 minutes when I heard the sliding door open behind me. Allie stood on the threshold. Gone were the comfy lounge clothes Lexi had bought her that morning, in their place was a transparent black mesh negligee and a small pair of black panties. She was stunning.

"Would you care to come back inside?" Allie offered.

She brushed a hand through her hair, and it fell like the Golden Fleece around her shoulders. Entranced by her looks, I forgot my glass of Scotch on the deck. I walked toward her and touched the back of my hand to her cheek gently. She lifted her head slightly and parted her lips. I met them, and we kissed. Her scent was intoxicating. I put my hand through her hair and inhaled through my nose. The sweet floral scent was addictive. Just like her. The kissing became more intense, more urgent.

"You take my breath away," I said, finally pulling back.

Allie cocked her head to the side, which I realized was one of her ticks, and smiled that warm, enveloping smile.

"I want you to take more than that," she said. "And I want you to do something I've never let anyone do, Reed."

I looked at her seriously and said, "Don't tell me you've never tried anal before."

She laughed hysterically and buried her head in my neck, her arms wrapping around me. I let my hands grip her ass while she pulled close to me.

"You seriously crack me up, Reed," she said. "Like a bad girl like me doesn't love anal already. No, sweetie, I want you in my bed."

She pulled back again and gave me a peck on the lips, then added, "My marital bed."

"You are a bad girl," I said.

"I thought you knew that already?" she said and slipped her hand into mine to pull me inside.

She led me to her bedroom. I took a moment to enjoy the decor. Allie really did have a sense of style. My mind raced briefly. Having her in my direct employ to decorate a Nashville house would give me ample cover to enjoy her other talents. I liked this idea better and better.

"This room is gorgeous," I said sincerely. "A true retreat. I am definitely going to have to acquire your talents."

"You don't need to acquire what I'm very happy to give you for free," Allie said.

She had an impeccable sense of theater. As she said that, she dropped her lingerie to the floor and stepped out of it.

"I'm not sure I've ever liked anything in the world as much as your naked body," I said, stumbling over the awkward words.

"Reed?" Allie said. "Shut up and fuck me."

She let herself flop onto the bed. She drew her legs up and spread them open. I could see her pussy glistening in the low light. I shut my mouth and walked over to her, leaving my clothes next to hers on the floor. She reached greedily for my semi-hard cock. A few strokes of her skilled hand and the look from her smoldering eyes was all it took to get me erect. I didn't wait once she had me ready. I thrust all the way into her.

"Oh my god!" Allie cried when I bottomed out inside her pussy, feeling the inviting, squishy depths of her cervix.

"You have the best pussy," I growled as I pushed her legs back nearly over her head with my arms as I rutted in and out of her.

"Fuck me," she said. "Fuck me. Fuck, a real man has never, ever fucked me in this bed. Harder, Reed! Fuck me!"

We were satisfying a primitive need in Allie's bed. She was vanquishing the demons of an unsatisfying married sex life. I was exploiting my voracious desire to defile her in the place that was meant for a husband and wife to be most intimate. Now I claimed it as my own. And I claimed Allie for my own. I took pride that she came twice as I pumped in and out of her again. I was content to let myself coast to my own orgasm and fill Allie again, but she surprised me. She had other ideas.

"Reed," she said, putting her hands against my ass in a signal to tell me to slow down. "Reed, baby, I want you in my ass."

"What?" I said, unsure if I had heard her right.

"You heard me, why do you think I needed time to freshen up?" she said, that grin covering her face again and drawing me to her. "I want to be a bad girl today. A really bad girl. I want you to fuck me in the ass. I want you to fill me with cum. Own me. In my husband's bed."

Assertive as ever, she didn't give me time to second guess or protest. She flipped over and rose up on all fours, putting her pert, perfect ass high in the air. She reached back with one hand and spread herself open, and my jaw almost dropped at how perfect, smooth, and pink her asshole was.

"I've got lube in the night stand drawer there," she said, gesturing to the left side of the bed. She had anticipated my question. I wasn't about to take her back door without lube.

I quickly retrieved the bottle of Astroglide and popped it open.

"I normally use that for my vibrator," Allie said as I took up position behind her again. She wiggled her ass invitingly.

"Oh, Garrison isn't diving into the backdoor action?" I asked.

"He couldn't get it hard enough to get past the entrance," she said with a hint of bitterness.

"That is not going to be a problem here," I said, pushing two lube-covered fingers inside Allie's asshole.

"Oh, shit," she said.

"I hope not," I joked, and Allie laughed hard enough to try to squeeze my fingers out of her.

"It's just it," she said and lost her composure briefly. "Not that. It just feels good."

"I know," I said and gave her ass a playful smack with my free hand.

"Do that like you mean it," she said.

"Fine," I said and obliged. The thwack echoed in the bedroom, and Allie gave out an excited yelp.

"Just put it in," she demanded. "Make me yours. Every hole."

I put a few drops of lube on my cock, spread them around, and lined up my throbbing head against Allie's comparatively small anus. Once again, she cut one of my mental doubts as if she knew exactly what I was thinking.

"You won't hurt me," she said. "I like it."

I pushed forward, and she let out a long, controlled gasp. I realized the breathing helped her relax and welcome me inside her. I pushed a little more forcefully, and her sphincter released and accepted me inside.

"Oh, god," I said when I felt the incredible tight warmth of her ass.

"There you are," she said confidently. "God, Reed, your dick feels so good inside me."

I slowly pushed my full length inside her forbidden hole. I smiled to myself. There I was. Buried inside another man's wife. In her ass. In their bed. The situation on its own was almost as much of a rush as cocaine.

"You're an anal slut," I said. It wasn't a question.

"I'm your anal slut, Reed," she said. "Fuck me. Fuck me. This is your ass."

My hands gripped her hips more firmly. I kept up a deliberate pace as I fucked her ass. It was one of the most stimulating feelings I'd ever experienced, in the bedroom or out of it. And Allie made it even hotter with a constant stream of dirty talk.

"Garrison could never get it in my butt," she said. "Then he decided it was gross. I've always had to get my anal fix somewhere else. But, god, I don't know if I've ever had it this deep before. Don't stop. You're going to make me cum again!"

Allie's hand had found its way to her clit, and she furiously fingered herself. Watching her do that made my own strokes pick up. And that seemed to make her hand move even faster. It was a race to the finish line, and I realized as her cries of pleasure hit higher octaves, that it was going to be a photo finish.

"Oh, god, Allie," I panted. "I'm gonna cum. Fuck. I'm going to cum so fucking hard!"

"One ... second," she stuttered. "I'm ... so ... close."

Her body shook. Her ass squeezed me even tighter, which had the dual effect of communicating to me that her climax had taken hold and that she would insist upon mine right away. That was a good thing because I couldn't hold back. My orgasmic bliss matched hers, and I fiercely clung to her hips as her body quaked, keeping my cock in the vice-like confines of her ass while my cock shot salvos of cum inside her dark passage.

"Holy hell, Reed," Allie said. "I can feel every drop of you. Oh, wow, it's amazing!"

I didn't respond immediately. My cock was still hard and buried in her. I didn't want to pull out roughly, for fear of inflicting any pain on her. My mind simultaneously sent a shocking thought through me. I didn't want to inflict any pain on Allie at all. I shook it off, chalking it up to the fact that she had just completely rocked my world. I finally softened enough to ease myself out of her, and we tumbled into a sweaty, happy mess in her bed.

"That's Garrison's side," she said, tracing a finger over my chest.

"WasGarrison's side," I said and gave her a kiss.

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We made our way to the master bathroom to clean up after our intense coupling. Allie turned on the shower and I noted it was a combined rainforest shower head and a more typical detachable one.

"Quite the setup," I commented.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure all the houses here have these. Or at least all the waterfront ones, pretty awesome," Allie said. We climbed in and got under the water.

"I guess there are some advantages to living out here," I noted. Despite the constrictions I understood why Allie wanted her own space like this.

"Yeah, I mean maybe it makes me a gold digger, but I do like living somewhere nice," Allie admitted.

"Nothing wrong with preferring nice things. So, what do you have going tonight?" I asked, hoping for more time with this beautiful blonde that I could not seem to get enough of.

"I dunno, I probably shouldn't call out again. Fridays are normally pretty chill. Kind of stupid to burn a sick day on a Friday really. In theory my husband will be home in a few hours. He'll be up my ass if I don't have dinner ready within an hour," Allie answered. "Figuratively, not literally, to be clear. Unlike you. What're your plans?"

"Don't really have any, I guess we'll just see what more Nashville has to offer us, that's the whole point of our trip. Miss our local guide though," I said.

"Maybe we can text or something and I can give you tips on where to go," Allie suggested. She shut off the water now that we were sufficiently clean and got out of the shower. She grabbed what I assumed was 'her' towel and tossed me a fresh one to dry off with.

"I have some news I think you're going to really like. And I may really like too," Allie said. She had grabbed her phone once we exited the bathroom.

"Do tell."

"My husband has a work happy hour. I know what sounds innocuous, but all his coworkers are Alphas. Guarantee they get shitfaced and end up ordering pizza to be delivered to the clubhouse. Chances of him making it home are less than 10%, and even if he does he'll be blackout. If he sends a drunk text asking where I am I may need to try to get home early tomorrow morning and convince him he was just blacked out and got confused, but otherwise, yeah, I think my evening just freed up." Allie smiled excitedly. I couldn't resist a grin.

"Well then, let's text our ride, suburbia is not a place for you to be spending Thirsty Thursday now then, is it?"

"I'll pack an overnight bag," Allie said happily.

There was no response to my text, which I thought was odd. Normally Kyle and Lexi were good about responding. I relayed to Allie so she knew there was no rush and she threw on a casual outfit.

"Well, I'm already packed. Shall we raid the wine cellar then? Oh and we should appropriate some of my husband's coke stash too," she suggested.

"Music to my ears," I replied.

Allie did not have an actual wine cellar. Just a collection of bottles she kept in the back of the pantry where Garrison was unlikely to find them. We selected a bottle of Chablis that looked good and popped the cork. I detested having to use an ice cube in my glass rather than properly cooling the bottle, but accepted this was the reality when you had to hide your stash of nicer wine for fear your idiot husband would use it in a juvenile drinking game.

"Are you close with many of the other women in the neighborhood?" I asked Allie as we sat around waiting for Kyle and Lexi to get back to us.

"Not really, to be honest. I sort of try to minimize time out here when I know Garrison is around. And when I know he won't be, like tonight, I typically like to open a nice bottle of wine and enjoy my peace and quiet."

"You're sure I'm not interrupting your plans for a quiet evening then?" I confirmed.

"Only in the most fun way possible. I would go out way more if I had good friends. It's just a little hard to make friends when you live out here and you basically have to hide your husband," Allie explained.

"Excellent. I recall you mentioning that when the alternative health club opened a lot of women preferred that, did you befriend any of them?" I asked.

"Sort of. Honestly we didn't socialize a ton and it was only open for about a year after we moved. It was nice to just have a place to workout and not have to worry. I liked the peace and quiet there too," Allie explained.

"Good to know. So it was sort of like a haven, a place you could go when your husband and the other Alphas were making life miserable?"

"Yes, exactly. Sometimes I would just walk for a couple hours on a treadmill and listen to an audiobook. It was so peaceful. It was nice."

We poured second glasses of wine but before we finished Lexi texted she and Kyle were finally on the way and would pick us up in 15 minutes.

"Bring the bottle," I instructed. "We'll finish it on the road."