PATRIARCHY

By

Vivian Wilde

Copyright © 2015 Vivian Wilde

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Patriarchy

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Unwelcomed Guests

The door knob twisted and a shadowed face slowly came into view. I hoisted my jeans up my hips to occupy my hands. Light patters, almost undetectable to untuned ears, disappeared down the staircase and out the porch doors as the intruder entered the room.

"Oh sorry, I didn't realize," Diane said.

"It's fine," I said, my voice callous. "I was just changing. What do you want?"

She stepped into the room and shut the door behind her. She stood in front of me, a long black coat hanging down to her knees, a small cross-body purse swinging at her hip. "I was just checking in on the girls and thought I would come say hello."

All of the pent up aggression I had festered on my tongue. I rolled it across the roof of my mouth to keep from exploding. She wasn't just stopping by. She was driving back home after staying with whoever she was seeing earlier when I called. She felt guilty.

That or she thought I was that much of a sucker.

"Well, hi," I said. "We're fine. You can leave assured now."

I turned around but didn't dodge her frown. It reflected in the mirror above her vanity. Well, what used to be her vanity.

I strode to my closet to get a shirt. As I pulled one off of a hanger, I felt her steps close the gap between us and as she came up behind me, trench coat falling off her shoulders and breasts pressed against my back, I saw Sarah's shadow exit the master bathroom into the hallway.

"I think you lost your touch, Moose," Diane whispered, the smell of lychee martinis lingering across my neck. She breathed heavily into my shoulder, the breeze of her exhale tickling my bare skin. If I hadn't already been turned on, these moves wouldn't have worked.

But after hearing her say my nickname, pumping Sarah and a few scotches, Diane took my raging boner as victory.

I shielded myself from view and hoisted both arms over my head to put on my shirt. Naturally, her embrace broke away from my back but it didn't help the situation. Now exposed, the mirror showcased a single breast peeking out of her jacket showcasing an enlarged, erect nipple - one Christy had suckled on for nourishment.

I licked my lips remembering how Diane's body had transformed in those nine months. The glow of her skin, the curves and slopes of her body. I couldn't stop myself from wanting to explore all of the new assets.

A light smile twinged the side of my mouth as I remembered tasting her milk for the first time. I'd been so curious. Some of our coupled friends said it was too sweet, others said it tasted disgusting. But to me, I could've drained her dry. It was a part of her. Something only she could provide.

"What are you thinking about?" Diane said as I surfaced through the neck of my shirt.

"Nothing," I said, locking up my composure.

"I don't think it's nothing," Diane said. She crossed her legs and balanced, hands clasped in front of her waist. I held back a grunt. That coy stance had always drove me wild. She knew what she was doing. "You never smile just because."

I hardened my jaw so as not to give anything away but those lychee martinis made Diane fearless. She walked over to me and pressed her front to mine, hand gliding across my cheek to tip my head to hers.

"Come on," she said. "Humor me."

Her eyes trailed down to my bobbing Adam's apple as her touch festered beneath my skin in tingles. She still had it. Everything. It hadn't died even though our love had.

That single thought pushed me over the brink.

"I was thinking back to when you were pregnant," I said. A light gasp escaped her lips at my confession, and her hand soon trailed down my neck, stopping just between my pecs. I swear she could hear my heart beating fast. I couldn't let her win. Not this time. "When you let me taste your milk. I think that's the closest we've ever been."

She giggled lightly. "And here I thought it was just a weird fetish of yours."

"No, it was the only time you ever provided for me."

I let the harshness of my words settle in before breaking away from her. I left her standing, hand still held up, and moved to the bathroom. The door slammed behind me and I instantly ran the water so that my hard breathing couldn't be detected through the bathroom door. I didn't know if it would turn into sobs at this point.

Pulling out a wash cloth, I dipped it under the water and proceeded to clean off my cock. A wave of guilt crashed over me as its warm soapy tufts rubbed lightly in my nooks and crannies. Was I cleaning myself because I felt dirty or because I hoped I would be seduced tonight?

I respected her too much. She didn't deserve my cleaned cock.

I threw the washcloth in the hamper with all my might, the smack of its wet weight clapping on contact. I was sure she heard that but I didn't care. A tear of anger trailed down my cheek. Fuck it. Fuck it all. My life was a mess. Who was she to make it that way? I had the power.

I would tell her to leave.

I ripped the door free and opened my mouth to belt the words "Get out" but they never rolled off the final stretch of my tongue. Time slowed as the breeze from the door cascaded over me.

Diane now lay on top of my bed propped up on her elbows, trench coat hanging off of the bottom spoke of the bed. Her beautiful plump breasts fell slightly to her sides, but still remained firm. Hardened nipples pointed to the ceiling, begging to find a warm home inside my mouth, but her glistening pussy gave them a run for their money.

Slick tufts of pubic hair lay in a neat row down to a swollen clit.

"Come here, Moose," she cooed. A hint of desperation in her voice. "Before the kids come inside for the night."