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[pathetic. it's the word that keeps going through her mind every time he speaks. Maria knows she's not much better. she had just told James to tell her she fucked better than her sister.

but she's not pleading for James to fuck her, to spend time with her. James is behaving like a dog in heat. is it because of her, is it because he knows he will never get anybody better? Maria knows she is probably the only one who would fuck James and she knows James must know that as well.

her hips begin to grind against the erection in his pants as she smirks down at him.]

You think you can fuck me that well? [their last time had been on her mind. even when she had slept with someone else, her mind had gone to James. it perhaps wasn't him but what it meant. what they were doing when they had decided to fuck.

and Mary is so close by. knocked out from her meds, certainly, but physically she's there. when Maria looks down at James, she remembers this is her brother in law. a man she shouldn't even be in this position with. yet he had messaged her. wanting her. it feels good to have something of Mary's. everybody had always liked Mary better...

unless it was about this. Maria knew how to fuck.

Maria's hand moves to James's neck and wraps her fingers around it lightly.] I wonder what sick little fantasies you've had in that mind of yours because you have, haven't you? Dirty things you never wanted to say. [her fingers tighten just a little.] Say it. Say you've been disgusting and you've wanted all sorts of nasty things.

( every little thing maria said and did in this moment felt to james as if he were inhaling some kind of intoxicating, nauseating, yet arousing aroma that pulled him further and further into the pits of depravity. there was no escaping this further, no where for him to run and no regrets to comfort him, to tell him he just had a lapse in judgement.

no, with his cock being rubbed up by maria and only thin layers of clothing separating them, he couldn't rely on that old excuse. he had called her over here because this was he wanted, this was what he desired, and her treatment of him only reflected the kind of punishment he felt he deserved.

even if was being punished though, there would be pleasure. it was the only way his mind could wrap itself around what he was doing, only a few feet away from the woman he promised all of his love and loyalty to. )

I've been....

( there's a brief hesitation in his voice as her hand gripped his throat, his adam's apple throbbing against her grip as he swallowed down a bit of saliva that had gathered in his mouth. he truly was like a dog, already salivating for what was to come. )

Disgusting and I want all kinds of depraved things with you Maria. So please...do with me as you see fit.

( really if she wanted to get revenge for his cold indifference from before, this was truly her moment. )

[it's not that Maria wants to think about Mary, especially not as she's trying to fuck James, but the thoughts cross her mind. surely Mary never made James talk like this. he must have never imagined being in this situation.

and Maria isn't very sure that James has ever wanted this. to be treated in such a way, to be forced to say these things. Maria can't say she understands exactly what James wants. just sex? there had to be less demeaning ways of getting that. even if she was the easiest way of getting it.

if he would go so far just to be fucked then he deserved whatever she did, she decided.

Maria smiles sweetly and moves up so she can take her dress off then her bra. only her panties and the silver necklace he had given her remained on her. that was purposeful. every time she would fuck him, she would have this necklace on. to remind him. he had started this.

her body moves back down onto his and she grinds herself against his clothed cock with a pleased moan.] You're going to make a mess right in your pants. I won't let you go inside of me until you beg like you really mean it.

( even now when he was in the process of getting what he said he wanted, james was still unsure of exactly what kind of outcome he had been hoping from all of this. he absolutely wanted to have sex with her, to have someone actually touch him and utter words of desire in his ear. there were brief visions of maybe having a future with maria, of having someone to comfort him when his wife finally passed from that disease. yet both things seem to dangle in front of him like a chain, spiraling around his mind and leaving him full of doubt and confusion.

being under maria like this, although humiliating, took away any sense of control he might have had and while he would have never admitted this to his wife, he genuinely liked it. hearing maria's voice drip with a dominating tone and terse, well he was already getting to the point of making a mess in his pants as she requested. )

Beg...right I can beg.

( he's speaking to himself more than her, a way to affirm in his own mind he could pull this off. yet as she fully became undressed, and all that remained were two obstacles on her, he couldn't help but look up at her neck and see the way that necklace dangled against her skin. it was like a silver beacon, drawing him towards what he had done, and how he was the one who started all of this. truly he was done for.

he began to reach out, his rough and calloused hands gently gliding up her thighs, fingers pressing into her skin lightly. he leaned forward and pressed his head against her upper torso, eyes looking up with the most pathetic expression he could muster. )

Please let me fill you, I need you Maria....I want you so badly. I'm a pathetic man and I'll make a mess in my pants just for a chance for you to kiss me again...

[Maria didn't know where they would be once Mary was gone. frankly, she didn't want to think about the day that happened even if it was fast approaching. it wasn't today. no, today was about her and James.

and he is pathetic. how he doesn't really want to beg, practically has to convince himself to do it. but he did it anyway. he was that desperate. it shouldn't spur her on as much as it does. the fact he goes so far just for the opportunity to go inside of her again.

she shudders when she feels his hands on her and god she wants him too. she can't pretend she doesn't. even if he disgusts her, she's just as disgusted at herself.] James, shut up. [Maria had asked him to beg so it's hardly fair but she doubts he'll care when she leans down to kiss him. There's no time wasted in sweet and simple, just hungry and filled with lust. the panties come off just as quickly as she works on his pants, trying to free his cock as quickly as she can.]

You want me to ride you? [she hisses against his mouth as she takes his hand to her folds to feel how wet she is as she moans.] Under you? Or you want me ass up? Bet you don't even care how. [Maria can't say she does either.]

( for once, there's a genuine reaction to her words, a look of shock on his face as he looked at her intently but before he could say anything about her demands, she was kissing him. even now when she was berating him and playing with his mind in such a way, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of arousal from all of it. his cock was throbbing against the fabric of his pants and soon when her hands went towards freeing it from the confines of his pants, it was evident by how soaked in precum it was that he was truly aroused by all of this.

it took him a moment to catch on what she was saying, the vibrations of her mouth against his hissing words that asked him to decide what was going to happen next. he was a simple man but when presented with so many choices after having given up control left him a bit stunted.

finally he spoke up, a soft breath escaping his lips. )

I want you from behind, your head against the pillow....moaning as I fill you up.

( was there a deeper meaning to that request? maybe in a way he couldn't quite look her in the face anymore after all this. )

[a few brief seconds pass as his request hits her and then she's laughing.]

So you don't have to see my face? [there were many reasons for him to want her like that. it could just be the position he liked best but she doubted it. even now part of her was certain he was being a coward. not able to accept what was happening and wanting to pretend anything else was happening. it was what Maria believed was happening.]

Request denied.

[just because she had asked didn't mean she had to do it. and she wouldn't. no, instead her hands grab his cock and she sits up, helping herself to slide down onto it. Maria keeps her eyes on his, as if willing him to look away. to try to take that chance.]

I'm going to make you watch everything. You can't hide away. [her hips move up and down, her tight heat rubbing along his length.] Say my name. Say just who is fucking you, making you feel good.

( she was far too clever for him, far more perceptive than he could ever be. james had these feelings deep within himself, but he was so detached from it all he could barely register the connection his thoughts, desires and words had. they were all so far removed from him, his mind and body frozen over from the turbulence of mary's disease.

yet as she laughed at him, saying he was too much of a coward to admit, he couldn't help but smile just a bit at her. his arousal was still going strong, cock hard and throbbing even as he felt a slight sense of humiliation over being called out like that. for now he remained silent, watching as she began to position herself over him, sliding onto his cock with such ease that it left him breathless.

all he could do was lean back and try and adjust himself as best as possible as she began to ride him. his hands reached out, firmly gripping her waist. )

Okay Maria, I'm here, my attention is all on you.

( a soft moan escaped his lips, breaking his words but soon just as she requested— )

Maria....Maria....Maria.

( he went on like this, her name being spoken more firmly and full of determination each time. )

[her name repeated again and again from his lips feels like a chant urging her to keep going. the more they keep going, it is obvious he is getting lost in the moment. the pleasure he had so desperately needed being given to him so easily. with the way her hips move, it is obvious she is a dancer. but it's not just that. Maria was an expert when it came to sex. she knew what she was doing.

and she was fucking her sister's husband. coming to him even after he'd brushed her off. but he hadn't brushed her off tonight. he'd asked her here and his cock was hard inside of her. it was hot and felt so good. Maria wanted control, and she had it, but fuck. there was no denying how much she wanted James. even if she couldn't understand her own reasons.

her hips pick up speed and his own name is tumbling from her lips.]

James...James...

( with each rise and fall of her hips down onto his cock, he could feel just how wet she was becoming and just how numb his mind was becoming to all of this. whatever shred of guilt and insecurity he had about falling back into this was slowly being eroded away. as his own pleasure heightened, evident by just how hard he was becoming inside of her, his mind began to disassociate from what he knew about himself. his wife was no longer only a few feet away, writhing and dying from that damn disease—

no, he may as well been another one of her clients at a strip club for all he cared. all he could focus on was just how amazing she looked, dominating him like this and how erotic his name sounded coming from her mouth. slowly and shamelessly, his hands rose up to her waist, gripping and holding her as he helped her ride him with more ease. )

Fuck.....Maria.

( he managed to say as his eyes closed briefly, a moan escaping his lips. he could feel it, just how their wetness — a mixture of his precum and her own arousal, was becoming a frothy mess pooling against his pelvis. )

[Mary had been part of Maria's focus for so long, even as she was with James. a reminder of what her sister had, what Maria never got, and how she took it from her in her weakest moments.

no, she didn't think about that now. what was on her mind was how good James felt, how well they fit, and how she didn't know if she could ever find someone else (or something) like this again. Maria couldn't quite put a word to what this was between them and it was better not to. simply focus on how wet he made her and how good it felt to have his cock in her.

as her hips bounced on his cock, as he touched her, and his name kept escaping her lips like a chant; she hoped this wouldn't stop. that he wouldn't stop wanting her. it was possible, she did just have to give him what he wanted and yet also keep it from him. an easy enough game.]

You make me such a mess, James. You feel so good...

( in his resistance to her after that first encounter, there was something there that drew him back to her. was it his never-ending pathetic need to comfort all of his heavy emotions and burdens? absolutely, but there was also something magnetizing about maria. whether she treated him with the same compassion and kindness she had before, or treated him like dirt that wasn't worthy of kissing the soles of her feet, he enjoyed it. he didn't show it, opting to simply express the pleasure he was feeling now but—

he enjoyed any kind of attention she was showing him like the coward he was. as she grinded against him, hips rising and coming down on his cock, he began to pull her closer, hands on her hips holding more tightly. )

Come on....come for me....ride your orgasm out on my cock....please.

( now he was truly begging, wanting to feel that blissful sensation of her tightening around him and coating him with as much wetness as she could muster. as for himself, he wasn't close to his own orgasm— instead wanting to selfishly ride it out for as long as he could. )

[the sexual tension between them once they grew closer after Mary got sick had been genuine. even if Maria knew she had manufactured situations to help build that up, some of it had simply come. part of it was because they needed a distraction from Mary, part of it was because James was horny, and the other part? Maria thought it was best not to think about it too much.

and later she would remember how James had treated her. he had brushed her off when she'd tried to make them a thing. that isn't on her mind at the moment. instead Maria does as he says. playing with herself to bring her to that point, her body bouncing on his cock. Maria can feel he isn't close but for her, it was so easy to get to this point. it's all too easy for her to reach orgasm and she gasps as the ripples of pleasure overcome her body, overcome her. like he'd wanted, her walls tighten around his cock but she moves on his cock for him.

even as she finishes, she keeps moving as she looks down at him, her face flushed and heart beating rapidly.]

How do you want me to get you off? I won't say no this time. [she was too relaxed into her own pleasure to continue being mad.]

( in spite of his selfish pride, he was a man down inside and deep to his core. whatever emotions they had, tensions that escalated to point of toxicity, he still wanted to feel her climax at least twice before he finally gave in. call it him needing an ego boost― whatever the reasons were, he needed this to last longer than their first encounter. he still wasn't sure where he stood with her, if she'd be willing to provide him the attention he so seemed to crave after this, but whatever the future held, he needed to get as much as he could from this.

with a roll of his own hips, he let out a shaky breath and watched as she began to play with herself. he probably should have reached out first to do it, but he opted to simply hold her waist as tightly as possible, fucking inside of her with an increased speed. that's all he needed―

to hear those moans escape from her lips and things would be okay. )

Like this....just keep riding me. I'll hold on and give you more pleasure soon.

[there's a laugh when she hears his answer. this man was exhausting, with his ever changing ideas and cravings.]

Oh, so now you want to see me? [it would be tempting to reject what he wanted but she had said she would give him what he wanted, no matter what that was. there were many things she was but this type of hypocrisy was not one of them. but being an awful sister who would fuck her twin's husband? that she would do.

best not to think about it.]

Or maybe you just like seeing me work for it? To make sure you feel good. That it, James?

[there's a smirk on her face as she goes back to her previous pace, moving with him so he can be as deep as possible into her.]

( with so many things and feelings ruminating within him, he found himself truly lost for words. he wasn't sure how to react to any of this or what to do to avoid maria's ire. he felt if he was honest and admitted he just wanted to have more control through this way, he was sure she'd get angry with him. if he hid his intentions, he was sure she would call it out.

so instead he simply let out a loud moan the more she began to grind deeper onto him. his hands held her more firmly, and he slowly lifted his head up, forehead resting against her neck as he began to kiss her skin. it was a way of placating her, but also fueling his own selfish little desires. finally though, he spoke. )

I guess....it doesn't really matter. You just feel so good...

( that was probably the best she was going to get from someone like him who was so wishy-washy at times. )

[was there a right move here for James? probably not. no matter what he did, he was doing something wrong. after all, he was here fucking Maria. but if he was honest, Maria would have appreciated that just a little more. what was the point in pretending they were here for anything else than he wanted someone to fuck? he had tried pretty words earlier and that had failed because Maria saw through it.

but she wouldn't have been surprised if he didn't even know what he wanted.

at least she can enjoy this. letting out a pleased sigh when he kisses her skin and she makes sure she clenches around his cock as she bears down on him.]

Mm, so romantic, James. But I know. We both know what I'm good at.

( there's only a slight and faint defiant look in his eyes as she said those words— he wasn't usually the kind to get offended by any remarks others had for him because frankly he could care less. but those words made him truly feel something because it was true, he tried sometimes. wasn't the necklace that she was dangling in front of him evidence of that? yet he couldn't bring himself to comment on it, no instead with what little space there was between her riding him and their bodies, he slipped his hand in between them and began to touch at her clit.

it was ridiculous really, that her words only spurred him on to pleasure her. to bring her to orgasm because of him. it was what a weak and pathetic man needed, now more than ever. )

And I can be....good at things too.

( his words were gentle, her actions and movements leaving him whining against her soft and warm skin. he needed her despite his coldness from before and it was clear now more than ever. he truly had hit a new low. )

[Maria views the necklace as bait. after all, isn't that what it had been when he'd given it to her? a way to tempt her more to his side? as if she hadn't already been there. like they had not been drawn to each other the moment they were left alone with their grief and loneliness.

yet when he touches her, she feels oddly moved. Maria would like to believe she was better than that, to fall for a man's usual tricks. showing her any thought, concern, well; that was simple. that was easy to do because she could be affected by the simplest of things. case in point. however, he's already balls deep in her so who cares about that little detail? she can blame it on the adrenaline, the lust.

so she loses herself in it. moves in to kiss him softly as she moans, moving her body perfectly so she can feel his touch all the more better and feel his length as deep inside as she can get.]

You'll make me come with your name on my lips. Want that?

( truly like a lost and wet cat, he looked up at her with more gentle affection as her lips came crashing down to his. all of his efforts, even unknown to him, were for the sake of driving her further into his pit of depravity. a sick wife only fifty feet away from them, and all he could think about was his own pleasure and release. even if he was more willing to give her some gesture of affection through rubbing her as he fucked her further, it was all for his sake.

yet as they went on in this moment, all he could truly focus on was the physical aspect of their affair. how tight and wet she felt on him, how her lips were so soft and familiar, and just how badly he wanted to let go and fill her up. he had promised he would at least try and get another position in before falling apart, but even now he wasn't sure if he could hold out longer.

so when she broke that kiss, he took a moment to stabilize his mind and catch his breath before he finally spoke. )

More than anything....I want to hear you moan my name.

( he had to truly stop himself there because he was this close to saying 'loud enough for anyone to hear'. )

[Maria had come over here, expecting a quick fuck from him before he pushed her away and wanted to ignore her for another week or two. James had helped to get them to this point but his ability to take any responsibility was sorely lacking. at least Maria could accept she had done a terrible thing, would continue to do this terrible thing, and live her life.

Mary didn't get that.

what Maria had not expected was James wanting her to meet her climax more than once. to touch her to help because he hadn't done that before. which was just as well. a thoughtful man was a rarity. this time, Maria hadn't come in with high expectations. that seemed to be the trick actually. she needed to set them low so she could be pleasantly surprised. just as well. practically her motto at this point.

Maria is panting as she bounces on his cock and smirks at him.]

Let's see what you can manage. You close?

( with his own expectations and self-esteem catapulting lower and lower with each betrayal, he couldn't think clearly anymore. all he could do was feel and act upon his desires without a thought given to consequences. his ego was already fragile and seeking those quick highs to make himself feel better about what he was doing—

if it meant he had to help her reach her orgasm in order to feel just a bit better about himself, then so be it. it was like the first time they had engaged in this kind of debauchery and while he had been more cold towards the end of their encounter that time, he had no intentions of repeating that same mistake. it was becoming more clear now as he allowed her to command and demean him— mary's demise was imminent and despite wishing for her misery to come to an end [to finally set him free], he needed someone to catch him when it was all over.

so while he wasn't thinking it per say, his actions said everything he was clearly aiming for. )

I....I don't need to be.

( because clearly her own orgasm arriving first was important— even if it really wasn't in his mind. what he wanted was for her to call his name, be driven mad by pleasure and then he could fill her up and pour out all of his frustrations into her.

with a tighter grip to her hip, his fingers continued on working and rubbing gently against her clit, pads of his fingertips soaking up whatever mixture of her arousal and his pre-cum seemed to seep up. he pushed his face against the side of her stomach, a soft and whiny moan escaping him as he did his best to hold back his own orgasm. though if she was observant, she'd be able to tell by the throbbing of his cock inside of her that he was clearly struggling. )

[Maria can feel how close he is, how he's holding back, though she can only make assumptions. is it because he's afraid of this only being a one-time thing? part of her wonders if he'll have the balls to do this again. call her and ask her for sex. or something else? Maria didn't know.

but she already has had one orgasm which is one more than she expects usually with men. James commenting that his own climax doesn't matter as much makes her chuckle. the last time it had obviously been so important. he hadn't even helped her. but here they were now...

she can't lie. the whiny moan does it for her. he sounds pathetic and maybe it isn't something she should wonder but she does question if Mary was used to hearing him like this. if Mary had ever heard him make sounds like this. she assumes not. Maria assumed James probably felt like he had to stay stoic, maybe a grunt here or there. real manly like. laughable, to expect something like that from him. but the sound brings her closer and she has to close her eyes, get lost in the feeling and the facts of this situation. how his cock feels deep inside of her and she bites down on her lip, bearing her hips down on him to grind against his hand. once, twice, and the third time she finds herself climaxing again.

and with a cry of his name, knowing he must really want that. loudly, too. if Mary wasn't totally passed out...]

( there's a sharp and shaky breath that followed that pathetic cry of his as he rolled his hips up against her, cock pushing further into her. the frothy wet mess of their combined arousal seeped down onto him, leaving him with a burning and hot sensation in his body. it was strange really in a way and perhaps tied back to just how much he had relied on her for emotional support during this time but it felt as if he could only show his real self with her. at least in this moment where his emotions and passions were all a muddled mess leaving his mind in a blurry haze. he wasn't sure how or when, but he always felt he had to be so strong around mary. now more than ever really given her illness and how everyone expected him to be her rock.

but what about him? his needs? it was strange that he began to think about that now while sleeping with his wife's sister but....sometimes moments of clarity struck in the worst moments.

it didn't last long though really, because as soon as he felt her grind against him and coming to her own orgasm, he let out a sharp cry. he couldn't hold back anymore, he was pathetic really, he needed to seek his own pleasure too. so while it might have seemed like he was helping her ride out her own orgasm, stretching and prolonging it, he was truly just bringing himself closer and closer.

then it came— that hot sticky mess that sealed in the fact that he was doing this with someone who wasn't his wife. there was no ignoring the evidence now and as his cock throbbed inside of her, he reached out to gently bite against her skin, leaving a possessive mark against her. )

[before she had fucked him, Maria had appealed to his emotions. all men had them even if they were taught not to show them. it had been James's issue certainly. so she'd smiled, comforted him without him ever showing he needed it. talked about how strong he was being.

and it wasn't as if it was a lie. Maria didn't think this had been easy on him. losing someone wasn't a simple thing. even Maria didn't pretend this wasn't hard. as envious as she always had been of her older sister, bitterly sometimes, Maria knew Mary was leaving a gaping hole behind. not one that could be filled by her no matter how James probably thought Maria could.

but oh well. for now, they could distract the other.

and what a distraction it was. as he came inside her, as she felt his teeth on her skin...her hands clung to his shoulders as she continued to move her hips to help him ride out his orgasm until he was completely spent. she moved off of him once she was sure of that and went to lay down next to him, head on his shoulder.]

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