The Side Project

Chapter 10: Reed

Chapter 10: Reed

Covert Action

Covert Action

Author's Note: As you know, Reed has a certain zest for married women. And Marissa's adventurous spirit definitely catches his attention. But in the true spirit of The Side Project, which will become increasingly clear as we move along, there is a form of civic duty playing out here. If you're not into the cheating aspect? Move along. Tons of options here on Literotica. Let us be in peace.

"I was mostly an outside hitter in college, occasionally I'd moonlight as a middle blocker," Marissa said.

"Oh neat, so you're the one who scores the points, the, uh, kills, right?" I asked, remembering the terminology Kyle had taught me a few minutes ago, just in time.

"Yes, exactly." Marissa smiled.

"You know Reed here went to A&M," Kyle noted.

"Ewww, I'm not sure we can be friends then," Marissa said, making a mock face of disgust.

"As is so often the case, my theoretical friend Ky, here, is misrepresenting the facts. The law school I graduated from has since been acquired by A&M. I would never attend such a disreputable institution," I stated.

"Oh good, phew." Marissa smiled, relieved. I sensed she was definitely interested.

"So if you played at Texas, would I be correct in surmising you are quite good at volleyball?" I asked.

"I mean, I guess it depends on how you define good, right? Was I the best player on my team? Not by a long shot. Was I on a team that was the national title runner up? Yep. Was I good enough to ever sniff the Olympic team? No. Was I good enough to play a little bit professionally? Yes. I'll let you be the judge," Marissa said.

"I'm suitably impressed. Sounds to me like you're a.1 percenter," I noted. This woman was clearly very talented at at least one thing.

"I've never heard that expression," Marissa admitted, her head was cocked to the side. She was curious.

"It just means you're in the top 0.1% of what you do. If we were to take a sample of 1,000 people who play volleyball, it's likely you would be the best based on your credentials. I always like people who are amongst the elite at what they do. I find them interesting and impressive," I explained.

"That's a cool philosophy, I like it. Do you think you're a.1 percenter at anything?" Marissa asked.

"There is one area where I feel I'm particularly skilled, unfortunately it's not something I can discuss for fear of ruining their budding little situationship." I nodded at Lexi and Kyle. "Perhaps you would like to come around the corner to my place, I could offer you a demonstration?" I suggested.

"I'm intrigued, lead the way," Marissa replied and stood up.

As we departed the bar I glanced over my shoulder. Kyle was looking at Lexi, completely awestruck.

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We continued to make casual chit-chat while we made the one-and-a-half block walk to my apartment. This was all pretty bold, even by my standards. I was down with some pretty debauched behavior, but I had been ostensibly set up by Lexi with a married woman who I basically had one-paragraph of information about. I kept my cool, though, and I let Marissa walk up the stairs to my second-floor apartment first. She had incredibly long legs, showcased beautifully by the tight jeans she wore. Those jeans also happened to show off the very firm, athletic ass packed into them. She wore a royal-blue, short-sleeved top that hung loosely but clung just enough to see her small breasts.

I stepped in front of her to unlock my front door, then extended my arm to prop the door open for her as she walked inside. She took an audible, deep breath as she entered, so I decided to take the chivalrous route.

"You know, nothing has to happen that you don't want to," I said as the door clicked closed behind me. I made a point not to lock the deadbolt.

"Fuck that," Marissa said, turning around and stalking toward me. She pushed me against the door and stuck her tongue down my throat. I couldn't even really tell if she was a good kisser, but she sure as hell wanted it.

Holy fuck, I thought to myself, is this my life right now?

"Does your husband keep you locked in a cage?" I asked when she finally came up for air.

"He might as well," she said. "He drinks so much, I don't think he's gotten his dick hard in a year, unless it's after a UT football win."

Hearing that gave me a sense of righteous indignation. What kind of man would leave a beauty like Marissa high and dry? Half a man. At best. If I had any moral qualms about what I wanted to do to Marissa, it went out the window when she told me that. If you ask me, the moral path was to plow this woman like a fertile, untilled field.

"You know, that wasn't a fair comment," I said. "Your husband doesn't belong here."

"And where is that?" Marissa said, running her hands down the front of my shirt. "Your apartment?"

"No," I said before I kissed her deeply. "In your sex life."

"You're bad," Marissa said.

"Just give me a chance," I said.

"You don't need a chance," Marissa said, her body now coming dangerously close to me. Past the point of no return. "I need some fun, and you seem very, very fun from what Lexi told me."

"Uh oh," I said, letting my lips barely graze hers. "What did you hear?"

"Just that maybe you have a particular, um, skill with helping married women awaken their desires," she said.

"Okay," I said, my eyes dancing playfully in front of hers. "You heard right."

Our lips met, and from that point, it was on. Marissa kissed like a maiden who, once she got a taste of what she'd been deprived of, was ready to surrender herself to full-fledged addiction to sins of the flesh. She was aggressive, and I didn't do anything to dissuade her aggression. She pulled at my shirt. As soon as it hit the ground, she was tugging her own over her head. I pulled her into me and kissed her while I found the clasp of her bra. It was maybe the smoothest bra removal I'd ever conducted, and I couldn't help but smile to myself at my lack of clumsiness. So I kept going and unbuttoned her jeans. She grinned at me, kicked off her shoes, and carefully stepped out of the tight denim. She wore royal blue, bikini cut panties that matched the color of her top. I wanted to slide those off, too, but I took a moment to take her in. Her walnut-like nipples were mesmerizingly hard. She was athletic and firm. She was a beautiful woman.

I put my hands on her ass and felt how truly fit Marissa was. I was about to slide my hands around to the front, feeling out her feminine folds before pushing her panties down, but my arms collided with hers. She giggled but didn't stop her movement. She ran her hands over my jeans, and it was impossible not to flash a smug grin when she gasped when she felt my bulge, which wasn't even fully formed.

"Let's go to the bedroom," I suggested. Marissa only nodded in response.

My intent was to have her lie down and let me eat her out--my original comment about being a.1 percenter had actually been in reference to how I felt about my oral skills--but the starved look in Marissa's eyes belied her aggressive movements. She sat on the mattress and immediately went for my belt buckle, undoing it and nimbly sliding down my zipper and undoing the button on my jeans.

"Oh my god," she said in wonder. "This is a beautiful dick, Reed."

She looked up at me briefly as she took it in her warm hands. One slid down the shaft, while the other went for my balls. And then I felt her mouth on me. It was her tongue first, hot and wet, followed by her lips, straining around my girth. I let out a moan, and she pushed my shaft down her throat. Marissa had skills. I ran a hand through her hair, and she flinched just a little. I didn't want her to think I was going to put my hands on the back of her head and take control--not without permission--so I pulled back, stroking her cheeks and reaching for one of her breasts. I tweaked her nipples, and she sighed out of the side of her mouth.

"Fuck, you're good at that," I said.

"It's fun for someone who gets hard so easily," she said.

And I was hard. Insanely hard. I couldn't help myself. Fucking a married woman was usually thrill enough. But this time was unique. Lexi had set it up. We were on an insanely compressed timeline. And her husband was just around the corner. Sure, he was wasted and probably didn't notice she was gone, but that didn't matter. She was with me. And naked. Well, almost naked. And about to get fucked.

I let Marissa show off her oral skills, which were marvelous, until I glanced at the clock on my night table. We had been gone ten minutes already. I knew time was of the essence. So I gently signaled Marissa it was time for a change. I think her internal clock knew it, too.

"I want to fuck you," I said.

"I would love for you to fuck me," she said.

She laid down on the bed, pushing the comforter aside, then raising up her hips to pull off her panties. She did it effortlessly and tossed them on the floor. I kicked my jeans and my shoes all the way off, then reached into the night stand drawer for a condom.

"Good idea, cowboy," Marissa said playfully.

I rolled on the rubber while I looked over her body. She had a very neatly kept, small patch of hair above her pussy. And she was visibly wet. I climbed onto the mattress and positioned myself between Marissa's legs. She instinctively spread them wider as I moved between her thighs. She reached for my cock and helped me position it at her opening.

"Go slow, ok?" she said. "I haven't been fucked in a while."

"You're kidding," I said, my eyebrows arching.

"I'm not," she said with a frown.

"Well, I'm happy to change that sad state of affairs anytime it works for you," I said and let the head of my dick push past her labia.

"Oh, god, that's nice and thick," Marissa said dreamily. "Yeah, keep going."

I went slowly but finally bottomed out inside her. She was tight. But when I got fully inside her, she grabbed my ass firmly and pulled me toward her. We kissed, and I started to thrust in and out of her at an intentionally deliberate pace.

"You feel good," I said.

"So do you," she said. "You can go a little faster."

We repeated this escalation a couple times until I was all-out fucking Marissa. My cock pistoned in and out of her, and she began to urge me to cum for her.

"I want to feel you explode," she said. "Just use me. This is your pussy right now."

"Fuck, you do feel good, Marissa," I said, making intentional eye contact with her. I could see she really wanted this.

We kissed as I kept fucking her, but it wasn't long before I warned her I was close. She clamped down on my ass hard again with her hands when I told her that.

"Cum for me, cum for me," she said like a mantra. "I want that dick. Give it to me."

I glanced to my right and saw the sparkling gold rings on her left hand. I smiled and let myself go. I came so ferociously, I thought my sperm might shoot straight through the condom. It didn't, of course, but Marissa felt the intensity of the moment.

"Holy crap, Marissa," I said, rolling to the side of her, my chest heaving. "You are really fucking hot."

I let my hands move over her body in appreciation. She rolled on her side and propped her head on her elbow. She grinned at me.

"That was fun, Reed," she said. "A good reminder that just because you're married doesn't mean that you're dead."

"You are most definitely not dead," I said and kissed her.

"I should get back, you should get a picture for your cute little wingwoman, though. Proof." she said.

My eyes widened, but I was not going to protest. I grabbed my phone out of my jeans and Marissa spread her legs. I got a close up of her pussy.

"I think it could be fun to explore some more ... gameday distractions sometime?" Marissa suggested as she got up and slipped on her panties. I admired her as she bent over to do so. I got up and carefully took off the condom. She was fully dressed again by the time I had dropped it in my bathroom trash can.

"Looks like I have a reason other than my fantasy team to look forward to Sundays then, huh?" I said.

"We go to the bar every week," she said. "Texans headquarters." She rolled her eyes.

"I'll know where to find you then," I said.

"Take me up on it," she said. "If you want."

"I want it," I said and walked her to the door. She glanced down at my flaccid cock before she opened it and stepped into the hallway.

"Good," she said, her eyes flashing before she walked down the breezeway towards the stairs. I let the door click closed behind her.