Dreamin' Out Loud

Chapter 4

"Strip away the flesh and bone

Look beyond the lies you've known

Everybody wants to talk about a freak

No one wants to dig that deep

Let me take you underneath."

- Underneath, ADAM LAMBERT

Her mind reeled as she struggled to compute the scene before her.

Was she still dreaming?

Madison squeezed her eyes shut, shook her head then opened them again. But the image before her remained the same. Her throat worked as she searched for words, but nothing came out. She could just stand and stare in silent shock at the sight of her husband buried balls deep in the ass of his gay friend.

It was everything she had dreamed of, wanted, longed for...but now that she was actually witnessing it in the flesh, was it really a dream come true – or a living nightmare? Had she really wanted this?

She found that, for a moment, she honestly didn't know how to answer those questions. Blaine was, after all, her husband. He was supposed to love, cherish, and desire only her...wasn't he? Should she feel jealous? Betrayed? Was it still cheating if he was fucking a man rather than another woman?

The barrage of questions made her dizzy and she pressed her palm to her forehead. Her skin was clammy with a sudden cold sweat. Would she faint?

"Oh fuck, Maddy." Blaine was clearly mortified at being caught like this as he quickly ceased his activities and went to back off Ryan.

"No!" Madison jumped a little at her own sharp voice. Blaine froze in place, three-quarters of his cock still buried inside Ryan. The other man gripped the edges of the stool fiercely in his compromising position. He stared anxiously at the floor as if waiting for her violent assault...or crying fit.

"Maddy, I..." Blaine started, his voice tight and unsteady. The look in his ocean eyes told her loud and clear he'd never meant for her to find out about this...that it was, in fact, breaking his heart to break hers.

What a sweetheart I married. She almost laughed hysterically but managed to suppress it. Had the thought been a sarcastic one? She realized quite suddenly it hadn't. Blaine would never intentionally hurt her, she understood this even now as he stood there half hunched over the ass of his friend.

So the question remained; was she horrified and disgusted by this new reality? Or was it truly her fantasy come to life?

The sudden heat burning between her thighs answered for her. Her hands flexed anxiously at her sides. "Don't stop on my account." she murmured, surprising herself. She suddenly felt compelled to order them to keep fucking.

"What?" Blaine stared at her, his own shock displayed across his handsome face, still tight with a suppressed orgasm. They had clearly been on the verge of coming when she'd interrupted. And despite her sudden appearance, it hadn't killed the mood entirely, for Ryan's cock remained stiff and hard. When she'd come in, he'd been jerking off wildly while Blaine fucked him. She realized she wanted to see more of it.

Madison walked to the table and slowly pulled out a chair then sat down. "Continue." she said quietly, coolly.

"Maddy..."

Madison held up her hand, silencing him. "I caught you in the act, baby." she said without a shred of betrayal in her voice, but rather satisfaction. "Your ass is mine." Her eyes shifted to Ryan. "Both your asses. Now...continue."