Crave You: The Oral Fixation Series Book Three

By Fiona Masters

He knows. My husband caught me and Zac. What do I do now?
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This is book three of a trilogy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fiona Masters
• Release date: Jul 9, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005053598

Fiona Masters

Fiona Masters is a librarian by day and a smut writer by night.

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Crave You

By

Fiona Masters

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter One

Dave was standing in the bedroom doorway, slack-jawed, speechless. For the longest time after Ellie saw him, he just stood there. Zac, whose back was three-quarters to the doorway, obviously realized something was wrong and turned around.

Oh, shit, he groaned. His words shattered Ellie’s paralysis. She leapt from the bed and ran sobbing into the master bathroom. She fell to the floor crying. Her mind was not responding. Her stomach was convulsing, the tears beginning to stream from her eyes. But her brain, the part of her that she always considered her most resilient feature, simply went blank.

Then she heard screaming. Dave. He was screaming at Zac. That finally jarred her enough to get her thoughts moving again. Zac was big, strong, physically fit. Dave was much smaller and weaker, yet Dave sounded like he was about to start a fight with Zac. He’d get killed, Ellie knew.

That was enough to propel her back to her feet. As she turned to intervene, she saw Dave rush at Zac. She screamed for him to stop. But it was too late. Dave charged toward Zac, arms flailing. But, to Ellie’s immense relief, Zac didn’t hit him. Instead, he pushed Dave aside like a kid brother. Then he picked up his clothes and walked out of the bedroom.

Dave climbed back to his feet and started after Zac. Ellie quickly ran out of the bathroom and grabbed him. Dave’s eyes met hers and for a moment it was like he didn’t see her. Then he did. And that was much worse.

Anger, bewilderment and, deepest of all, hurt were all present in his eyes and on his face. Ellie had never felt so small in her life. How could she have done this to him? How could she have been so selfish?

Ellie suddenly realized she was naked. It shouldn’t have mattered. The man in front of her was her husband, right? But she felt a strong compulsion to cover herself. She let go of Dave and hurried back to the bathroom to retrieve her robe.

Dave watched her for a second or two, then surged out of the door after Zac. Ellie turned in time to see him pass out of the door. She screamed at him to stop and, pulling her robe on as she went, she ran after him.

Ellie heard the garage door going up as she chased after Dave. Zac’s car, of course, was parked in the garage! Oh God! How could she have been so stupid! Zac was parked in Dave’s spot in the garage!

Zac obviously knew how to let himself out and, presumably, that’s what he was doing. But if Dave got there before Zac could back his car out, he could close the door. Force a confrontation.

That was the last thing Ellie wanted. She caught up to Dave before he reached the garage.

Wait! she pleaded, grabbing him with desperate strength. Dave tried to shake her loose and continue after Zac, but Ellie clung to him, frantically trying to restrain or delay him.

Let fucking go! Dave screamed, pushing at her. But Ellie didn’t let go. She couldn’t let Dave close the garage door, trap Zac. Force Zac to go through Dave to get out. Nothing good could come of that.

Dave eventually shook her off of him, but even as Ellie fell to the floor, she heard Zac’s car pulling out. She breathed a momentary sigh of relief as she climbed to her feet. Then Dave returned from the garage and any relief she felt evaporated instantly.

Oh God! What could she say to him? He had just caught her in bed with another man!

Ellie realized that a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine were sitting on the kitchen table. Dave had come home from his trip early. And had wanted to surprise her with flowers and wine.

Instead, they had surprised each other in the worst possible way.

Ellie tugged at her robe, pulling it tightly shut, self-conscious of her nakedness. Dave’s eyes were alternately on her or on the ceiling. Or focused on some distant point. He stood in the room, careful to stay away from her. Every movement, gesture and facial expression seemed foreign to Ellie. She had never seen Dave quite like this.

The moment stretched out for what seemed like hours. Ellie would have simply died if it were within her to give up her spirit at that moment. It was the lowest, filthiest, most despicable she had ever felt in her life. By a long shot.

Eventually, the inevitable screaming started. The accusations, the names the vitriolic explosion that Ellie completely deserved. She hung her head and cried, letting Dave’s words pummel her. Even in his anger and hurt, she noticed, his words were not as scathing as they should have been. They weren’t vicious, mean. They weren’t words that could never be taken back. Even as she had cut him so deeply, so unexpectedly, Dave was showing restraint. And that only made her feel worse.

He threw questions at her. Why did she do it? Did she love him? Ellie had no answer. The idea of loving Zac was strange, foreign to her. But how could Dave know? Why did she do it? She still didn’t know that herself. It had happened, Ellie had allowed it to happen. But she didn’t ‘do’ it, per se.

She fell back against the wall and slowly sank to the floor, her head falling into her hands, the tears streaming down her face. She heard Dave’s tirade and she didn’t. The words reached her ears and she understood them. But their meaning, their significance wasn’t penetrating the protective barrier her brain had thrown up.

Dave fumed. He asked why again and again. Of course he didn’t understand why. Ellie didn’t and she was on the inside. And had had a lot more time to think about it.

It wasn’t real yet. Shock kept Ellie from acknowledging just what a crushing blow she had dealt to both of them. Somewhere in her head was the realization that she had taken her life, her marriage and maybe even her career and crumpled them up like so much trash. But that thought wasn’t rooted in any reality yet. It was swirling, unconnected, through her head with a myriad of other thoughts and feelings.

Curled up on the floor against the wall, Ellie weathered the brunt of Dave’s outrage. It wasn’t until the wave of anger passed that he said something that really, truly rattled her.

What am I going to do?

It was a seemingly straightforward question. But it could be meant in many different ways and taken in many different ways, too.

What was he going to do?

A cold, clammy chill stole over her. Was he saying he was going to leave her? Was he saying that he was going to throw her out? Was he waiting to hear what she had to say in her own defense before making his decision? Or was he saying that his life as he knew it had been torn asunder and he was simply lost?

Ellie opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She wasn’t even sure if she had anything to say. Sobs shook her whole body. What could she possibly say? She had never been more ashamed of herself than she was at that moment.

What am I going to do? The second time he asked, the words caused her to physically shake.

I...I don’t know, Ellie replied, struggling to speak through her sobs. Oh, God! I’m so sorry, Dave! she wailed, fresh tears bursting forth.

Dave stood there for several minutes, not saying anything. Ellie was unable to look up at him. She cringed on the floor, her head down, her body shuddering as she cried.

Then, without a word, Dave turned and left. Distantly, Ellie heard his keys jangling in his hand, the door to the garage open and close. Then nothing.

With Dave’s departure, the house was deathly quiet. Ellie’s own sobs were silent and there was nothing else to disturb the graveyard-like hush. She hunched against the wall, knees drawn up under her chin and cried silently to herself. She had no idea how long she sat that way. It seemed like an eternity had passed, but it might have only been twenty minutes. Ellie had completely lost her temporal bearings in a maelstrom of guilt and shame.

When she finally levered herself back to her feet, she realized that she was wearing only a bathrobe, nothing else. Not that it was unusual to have no clothes on under a bathrobe, but the reason she didn’t was what made her think about it now.

Ellie had felt compelled to hide her nakedness from her husband. Out of shame. Shame that he had seen her with another man.

The events slowly started to creep back into her recollection. She let herself think about it for a moment. Dave had done more than caught her in bed with another man. He had seen her getting fucked. From behind, screaming like a wanton slut no less. She forced the thought from her mind. It was too much to contemplate. What she had done...what he had seen...how could they ever recover from something like that?

Ellie wandered aimlessly around the house, moving from room to room as if trying to avoid her own thoughts. She came across the wine and a bouquet Dave had brought home. Oh, dear God! How could she have been so careless? How could she have done this to a man who clearly loved her so much?

She ran to the phone and dialed his cell number. She didn’t know what she was going to say, but she somehow had to tell him how sorry she was. That Zac didn’t mean anything to her, and Ellie certainly didn’t mean anything to him.

The phone rang several times and then went into voice mail. Ellie hung up. It wasn’t like she could leave a message. She had no idea what would have come out of her mouth if he had answered. She waited a minute, then called again. This time she knew if he answered, she would start by telling him how sorry she was. But Dave didn’t answer.

Ellie put the phone down and resumed her aimless wandering, the events of the last hour slowly returning to her. She didn’t realize just how much her mind had blocked out.

He had been standing there, Ellie remembered. She had seen him out of the corner of her eye, hadn’t she? In her haze of lust she had seen him, and not even known it. Then it occurred to Ellie just when she had caught him out of the corner of her eye.

It was when Zac had tapped on her ass in that oh-so-familiar way. Ellie had been turning around on the bed. Turning around to face Zac. Turning around to...Oh God! Was that what Dave had seen? Turning around to...

Ellie couldn’t even complete the thought. It was as awful a way to have him find out as she could have ever imagined. And she just couldn’t bear to think what the sight had done to him, how badly it had hurt him.

She curled up on the living room floor, her back against the sofa. She lay there crying for another indeterminate period of time. Eventually, she got up. Dave’s question was starting to echo in her head.

What was he going to do?

Should she stay here? Would Dave come back? Would he want to talk to her? Or would he want her to get out? Could she even face him right now? Did she owe him the opportunity to confront her?

Ellie called his cell phone three more times, but he didn’t answer. By the third call, she was composed enough to leave a message.

I’m so sorry, Dave. I’m so, so sorry. Then her tears welled up again, choking off her words and she hung up.

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Chapter Two

As much as Ellie wanted to do what she should do, accept the responsibility and consequences of her actions head-on, she just couldn’t do it right now. She went into her bedroom, packed a bag, and made a phone call.

Dave wanted to know if she loved Zac. Obviously, she didn’t. There was nothing that remotely approached love between them. Yes, Ellie had been playing house with Zac when Dave was out of town, but she had always known that it was just a game. But Dave had no way to know that Ellie was little more than a fuck-slut for Zac. And Dave had no way of understanding that Zac just filled a need for her by treating her like a fuck-slut.

Dave would never grasp any of that. Ellie and Dave had a love life, a sex life, rooted in love and respect for each other. Would he even believe that the woman he had married had a desire—a need—to be fucked like a slut? To kneel in front of a man who didn’t love her and have him order her to suck his cock? Dave probably wouldn’t recognize Ellie in that context at all, let alone accept it as an explanation for her conduct.

None of this would ever make sense to Dave, Ellie felt quite certain. And she couldn’t face him again tonight. What she had done, how she had hurt him, made her feel physically sick. She couldn’t stay here and wait for him to come home, as much as her conscience told her she should, that she owed him that.

Instead, she took her car keys and her bag and fled.

An hour later, she was sitting on Jennifer’s sofa, crying, and confessing, in general terms at least, that she had gotten caught cheating on Dave. It was such a strange reversal. Jennifer was the one with the rollercoaster love life and Ellie was the steady pillar Jennifer could lean on.

Jennifer was tactful enough not to point that out to Ellie and listened sympathetically as Ellie explained what had happened. Jennifer, of course, had no idea that Ellie was carrying on an affair. Ellie wouldn’t have ever confided that in anyone. And Jennifer had no reason to suspect that Ellie’s marriage was anything other than the wonderful, loving relationship Ellie had always claimed.

Ellie could see in Jennifer’s eyes, expressions, and body language that she was dying to ask questions. But, fortunately for Ellie, who was still too fragile and distraught, Jennifer kept them to herself. At least for now. It was after midnight when Jennifer suggested that they get some sleep.

Do you think you should let Dave know where you are? Jennifer asked as they stood up. It was a thought that had been nagging Ellie since she left her house. She hadn’t left a note or anything. She had just picked up and left before he got back. She pulled out her cell phone and tried calling him again. She didn’t expect him to answer and was almost too startled to speak when he did.

Dave? Ellie said at last, a slight crack in her voice. Jennifer got up and left the room quickly, giving Ellie her privacy.

Where are you? The question was tersely asked.

Jennifer’s, Ellie responded in a voice barely above a whisper.

Yeah, sure you are. It dawned on Ellie that Dave had every right to suspect that she had gone to Zac’s place. Dave wouldn’t have known that that wasn’t an option.

And hadn’t Ellie claimed to have stayed at Jennifer’s once before? So she could spend the night with Zac?

His suspicions were merited. It illustrated very clearly the level of trust Ellie had violated. She had once taken Dave’s trust for granted. And now? Well, he would be perfectly justified if he never trusted her again.

Did that mean her marriage was over? The enormity of that thought threatened to overwhelm her.

I’m at Jennifer’s, Ellie repeated, aware that it was probably futile to try and convince him she was being truthful. After what he had seen tonight.

Are you coming home? He didn’t ask in a way that made her feel particularly welcome. The sobs started to shake her again.

Oh, Dave! I’m so sorry! she cried, her shoulders hunching and quaking as fresh tears started pouring from her eyes. The phone slipped from her hand and fell to the floor. She reached down to get it, but between the tears clouding her vision and the sobs wracking her body, it took a few moments to pick it up. When she put it back to her ear, Dave had hung up.

She started