Chapter 5

Dan

At some point, Skink and Cheeser slid from the mattress. The room was blurry and spinning. As Dan shook, the scent of fresh cum—not his—was strong in his nostrils and the taste heavy on his breath. With no effort at all, the two dusky behemoths lifted his shattered wife and carried her into the bathroom. At first there was laughing, hers included, but as soon as the shower started; the moaning began. He lost track of how many times, as he lay there staring at the closed door, his wife screamed out. After a while, her screams became muffled before, at last, the water stopped.

Half asleep, he jerked awake when the door opened and the trio slid out, shiny and clean; steam swirled out with them, smelling of cheap hotel soap and shampoo. Although all their naked bodies displayed the marks of the day’s activities, his wife’s paler frame was by far the most colorful.

Already once more half-erect, Cheeser led Daisy, moaning as she humped against his gleaming black muscles under the covers. Unaware of, or ignoring, Dan’s existence as she ground against Cheeser, his wife never took her hungry eyes from Cheeser’s. Their open shiny lips mashed together just as Skink slipped into bed behind her. The man whose cock he’d sucked grinned at him, splayed out and sticky under the cooling air.

He’d sucked a cock. He hadn’t run like in high school. Why? Daisy had been watching—his show.

“Your turn, Danny,” Skink said, gesturing to the bathroom.

After a tiny nod, Dan, arms outstretched for balance, stumbled from the mattress. With warm cum trails sliding off his trembling frame, he wavered across the room. Before he shut the door, the juxtaposition of his wife’s battered white frame sliding against Cheeser’s massive ebon muscles while they kissed seared deep into his memory. Just as the lukewarm spray spattered onto him, her moans started. By the time he’d washed and run the least-soaked towel over his shaking pale frame, Daisy’s groans had become louder—much louder.

After gulping at the rising crescendo, Dan tugged on the door handle. They’d kicked away the sheets and his cute little bride was a sliver of glistening pinkish white flesh on her side, sandwiched, humping, between the ebon giants. Arms wrapped around Cheeser, she moaned and slurped at his tongue while their lips slipped and slid over each other’s. Snuggled tight against her back, Skink was gnawing and sucking on Daisy’s tensing neck and shoulder blades. Each time the men’s ebon pelvises rocked into her in perfect time, his wife’s squirming little body surged upwards.

With the room spinning and wobbling in and out of focus, Dan shook as chills rattled his teeth. When Daisy bucked, slapping between them, and cried out into Cheeser’s mouth, the motel room tilted and swayed. As he struggled to breathe, his shaking fingers clamped onto the bathroom door handle.

“Hey Danny.” His lips shiny from sliding along Daisy’s skin, Skink looked up and grinned. “We’re gonna be making a lot of noise tonight. Why don’t you, uh, go sleep in the car.”

Neither Cheeser nor his wife took notice and Skink returned to his wife’s neck. He hadn’t even stopped pumping Daisy’s rippling ass.

I don’t know what to do.

When his brain seized, Dan’s whole body froze in place. As his stomach dropped away, his heart ground to a stop and cold descended over his shaking body.

I don’t know what to do.

I don’t.

I should, but I don’t.

As her moans grew louder, his wife glided on the twin disappearing shafts, glistening with white-streaked fluids. The surging of his cock when Daisy again shuddered and screamed into Cheeser’s mouth broke his stupor. A strong spasm wriggled along Dan’s rectum, pulling rapid puffs of air from his trembling lips. With a curt nod at Skink, who, along with the others, was no longer paying him any attention, Dan picked up the car keys and crept from the room.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck me hard.” Skink’s voice followed him out before he closed the door to Daisy’s grunting moans. All their grunting moans.

She is fucking him hard. Both of them.

It took Dan forever to fall asleep. Even though he turned on the radio so he wouldn’t hear his wife’s screaming and their groaning, Dan couldn’t get the images from his mind. The love of his life. The woman he’d dreamed about from the day they first met. Daisy was gone. Lost in a sea of rippling basalt manhood with which he could never compete. As he tossed on the back seat, he harkened back to his friends. They’d been right.

Why should I be surprised?

Daisy was so far out of his league. Then and now. Whatever she saw in him had been replaced, replaced by her new—friends? Lovers? The sobbing began, and he held his arms tight to his shaking ribs as his sniffles became deep wails. When the crying fit slowed, he stared at the floor mat through blurred, watery eyes. A drying pearlescent trail, having flowed back from the front seat, gleamed in the dim light of the motel’s exterior lights.

A girl like Daisy simply didn’t belong with a guy like him. She’d want a divorce. Once again unable to restrain a whimper, he nodded to himself. She would.

Life will go on.

His wife had looked so sexy—naked and stretched out in the sunlight. With a sigh, he promised to never make that mistake again. Take nothing for granted.

The love of my life. Gone.

“Fuck,” murmured from his cracked lips when the bright orange rays of the sun flooded his eyelids.

After prying his eyes open with a groan, Dan raised himself to look at the battered motel room door.

Were they still going at it?

No. It was quiet. During the night, he, or somebody, had turned off the car radio. There were no sounds but the ever-present breeze and the distant rumble of thunder in a strip of ominous-looking gray clouds.

After several long exhales, Dan gathered his courage and left the car. Every muscle ached, and another long groan left him as he stretched in the morning sunshine. Once he shut the car door, he stole to the dingy, scarred wooden door and listened. After hearing nothing, he turned the knob and cracked it open. The room was—wrecked. The mattress, its no-longer-fitted sheet hanging partway off, was half on the box spring. A chair stood in the middle, surrounded by crumpled sheets and mashed pillows. Yellowish stains streaked the scattered bedding, and the place reeked of sex.

There was no sign of anyone.

They’d kidnapped her!

As his gaze raced around the destroyed room, his heart raced.

No, who was he kidding? She’d left with them.

At first, Dan’s stomach dropped while tremors wracked his body; his already pained fists clenched as he winced. But, to his surprise, he sighed, and a tight grin crept over his face. At least Daisy was happy. With them. He hoped. Then his reality flipped, and with a roar, his pulse pounded into his ears. Swaying, his gaze swirling around the spinning room, he groaned.

I’ve lost my wife. All our dreams—my dreams, I guess—are shattered.

With a loud exhale, Dan braced himself, then stepped over the scattered bedding. His eyes flicked to the suitcase, dumped to the ground when the gray metal stand had tumbled over. Clothes had tumbled from it—his clothes. When he stepped closer, his heart pounded. Daisy’s clothes lay scattered about as well.

His wife was still here!

But then the image of her in the car as she bounced atop Skink along the highway flooded into him.

She doesn’t need clothes anymore.

With a sigh, he shook his head. Once he’d pulled the suitcase together, he was tugging it towards the exit when he jerked upright. The overtaxed air-conditioner cut out. The shower was running. As he stared at the closed bathroom door, his tongue, swollen and hurting, slid over his cracked lips.