The Twin Affair

~Candy~

My husband has not touched me in six months.

No, scratch that, the sadistic bastard loves smacking me around and pounding my head into walls.

But he has not fucked me in such a long time.

No kisses, ass gropes in the kitchen, and not even the trip to his infamous torture room for a night spent in forced bondage where he'd make me endure his sadistic sexual preferences.

This tells me one thing: he has found a mistress or at the very least, someone else occupies his attention.

My husband, Ansel, doesn't love me but he loves taking out his issues on me.

After years of being married to him, I've accepted his fists are the only way to know he has some sort of interest in me. His sexual sadism is the only kind of love I know.

Stockholm syndrome? I don't know. I can't psychoanalyze myself. I can only tell you that six months of sexual celibacy is torture for me.

The sickest part is...I miss him so much. I miss his torments and punishments. One time, he locked me out of the house as rain poured down, drenching me until I caught the cold. Another time, he hit me so hard, blood poured out of my ears.

I endure everything he has put me through (seriously I have no other choice), but the one thing I can't stand is not being fucked.

A woman needs her orgasms.

So tonight, I have made all the necessary preparations to trap his attention. For one night, I want to feel my clit stimulated, I want someone's dick moving inside me and to feel my legs give away as I reach orgasm.

I gave the maids a night off. I just want a night alone with my husband. This is the night I hope to break our sexless streak; I'm gonna seduce him into fucking me again. When I start screaming, I want my voice to echo around the empty house.

I want to be fucked senseless. Even if it means enduring his humiliations for my pleasure.

*

I set the mood in the bedroom to sensual by turning the lights low and playing his favorite soft R'n'B music.

I whip out all his sex toys, all his favorite S & M materials: the floggers, satin paddles, handcuffs, pet plays, nipple suckers and dildos.

Then, I put on a set of his favorite red Victorian Secret bra-and-panties, place an adjustable leather choker around my neck, a ball gag in my mouth and blindfold around my eyes before handcuffing myself to the bed.

I kneel there, legs tucked underneath me like a bait. An irresistible bait.

The bedroom door is left open for him so he can walk in and find me ready for him.

Soon, I hear his car drive in from work. My ears perk up, following the sounds he made as he climbs out of the car, slams the door shut and walks through the front door.

He moves silently, as always, climbing the stairs.

Each step brings him closer to me. To my naked body I've laid out as a treat for him.

He has never been able to resist me like this. He likes me blindfolded, gagged, submissive and helpless. He likes to torment me, to turn my skin red, to make me cry and no matter how much I hate him and the way he treats me, I can't stop myself from longing for orgasm.

The anticipation is killing me. His walk is purposeful, direct. Seconds tick by slowly. A dramatic tension grips me. I have not presented myself like this to him in a long time. There's a fifty-fifty chance he might reject me.

The footsteps stop right outside the bedroom door. I hear him push the door wider.

"Candy," came a voice. Authoritative, reprimanding, dusky.

I moan in response, practically throwing myself at him and begging him to take me.

I can hear his heavy breathing but he doesn't make a move from the door.

Nothing. Silence.

Afraid that he would leave me there, horny and degraded, I lie back on the bed, spreading my legs open to invite him. Fuck me please, I beg. My hairless pussy is wide open for his taking.

Finally, he starts to move toward me. He kneels on the bed; the mattress sinks with his weight. He grips the choker and yanks me forcefully toward him, hurting my neck. He grabs fistfuls of my hair, wrapping it around his fingers, pulling tight.

The pain is sharp. It shoots up my neck and down my spine. I would gasp aloud if I was not gagged. His fingers begin to trace my body slowly.

He doesn't speak as he tortures me: yanking at my hair, curling his powerfully thick hands around my neck to choke the life out of me, pulling at my nipples, ripping my panties into two pieces, and spreading me out on the bed so he can slip his fingers into me.

Something's different with him. I can feel it.

It's in the scent of his cologne, the urgency of his strokes, the curtailed breathing, deep, guttural growls, his silent thrusts. My husband is never silent in bed with me. He likes to bark orders, to demean and call me filthy names like whore, slut, and reminding me that I would be nothing without him.

Tonight, though, he seems quietly focused on just screwing me, on elongating my pleasure. He doesn't slap or insult me.

I feel his giant erection pressing around my vagina. He teases me with the head of his cock, moving in circular motions around my entrance before he actually slipped it in.

I gasp internally. He is bigger than I remembered. Can a man's dick grow several inches tall and thicker in six months?

I don't have time to think up the answer because he is moving inside me like he has never fucked me before. He holds my head around his meaty, well-muscled arms. Too muscled. Definitely bigger than he was this morning.

He wraps that arm around my neck, fucking me.

Pounding. Moving. His hips thrusting. His dick meeting my cervix. I bit down hard on the gag in my mouth.

Tears slip out of my eyes.

When I can't take it anymore, I try to flee, to slip away, but he's too strong. He pins me down tight, tearing me up inside. As we struggle, my blindfold loosens and shifts.

I see his arm holding me first. Wait a minute. A stretch of tattoos covers his arms. Ansel doesn't have any tattoos.

I look up and meet the eyes of the man fucking me.

My jaws nearly drop.

Axel, my husband's identical twin brother!

"Come for me, princess," Axel whispers a command. The forcefulness of his voice, command and the excitement of this moment throws me over the edge. I erupt in orgasm, squirting. A stream of urine gushes out of my vagina into the air.

Axel smirks, slips out of me so he can position himself and open his mouth, taking all of it. It covers his face.

He swallows hard and says:

"Fuck, I can see exactly why my twin brother is obsessed with you!"

~Candy~

I scramble away from him like I had just seen a ghost. It might as well be. What are the odds that my husband's identical twin would show up today?

"What the fuck are you doing here, Axel?"

The last time I checked, he's supposed to be in Europe. He has been living there ever since I married Ansel five years ago. He has never visited us. Never even came to our wedding.

"You looked like you needed a good fuck so I obliged. Jesus, has my brother not been fucking you right? You were hungry, primal, desperate. I couldn't resist," Axel replies. His eyes narrow, his lips curl upwards. I can detect the desire in him. He has never been able to hide the way he felt about me.

It's nice to know some things haven't changed. He still has that bad boy, 'I don't give a fuck' attitude that makes his brother hate him. I pull the bedsheet around my body, remembering the last time we saw each other. In his brother's bathroom where he had slammed me against the mirror and nearly fucked me.

'Why are you marrying him? He's a beast. You should be with me,' he had said. Begged me to marry him instead and when I turned him down, he had packed his bags and fucked off to Europe. For five years. Five years of his absence like he's punishing me.

In all the years I've been married to Ansel, all the years I've suffered his abuse, I've sometimes imagined Axel sweeping back to save me. I've dreamt about him, willed him to return and save me. I wanted to tell him: 'You were right. Your brother's a beast. I made the wrong choice. I should've married you instead.'

But he didn't come. He didn't save me. And now, he's here, back to invade my body like it always belonged to him. It makes me mad. What gives him the right?

Unable to stop myself, I stretch out a hand and slapped him. A hot, resounding slap that connected well with his cheek. It wasn't enough so I tried to hit him on the jaw but Axel caught my hand before it can land and whipped me around to his body, holding me pinned.

He is strong. Too strong.

"Ah, princess, is this any way to say hello to your brother-in-law?" he teases me in my ear.

I muster every hatred in my body: 'Fuck you, Axel.'

I feel his cheek stretching into a smile.

"Always so feisty, that's what I missed most about you."

I break free from his grasp with forceful struggling and pushing. The bedsheet has slipped away so I'm naked again. Axel tilts his head around, taking me in slowly. Perversely. Openly. With no shame or respect that I'm his twin brother's wife.

"Does my brother know what a lucky bastard he is? He gets to have this every single day!"

I cover my breasts with both hands. He doesn't need to know his brother has not fucked me in six months. His brother does not care about me. Never did. The last thing I need is Axel returning to ruin my life.

I don't trust him. He might be hot as hell but Axel has never been responsible. He would just fuck me and disappear again. He is a runner. No woman on earth will ever make an honest man of him. He will never ever settle down. It's one of the major reasons I chose Ansel instead.

"What the fuck are you doing back here?" I asked him again.

"Why? I can't come back to visit my family?" he retorts with that same old familiar sarcasm.

He falls back on the bed, stretching out his naked, gorgeous body. Axel might be identical to my husband but fuck, he is so much hotter. What has he been doing over the past five years? Sleeping in the gym?

He's not the Axel I remember. He has grown bigger, more attractive. His abs are etched onto his belly like a wall. He has added more tattoos to his body so now, they almost cover every inch of his body as far as the eyes can see. His dark hair is cut into short waves. His flaming black eyes fixate upon me, stirring up old feelings in me.

A current of electricity surges through me. While his older brother is intimidating and downright scary, Axel is mysterious and dangerous.

I remember in high school, he had left behind a trail of brokenhearted girls. He always warned them he didn't have any interest in them beyond getting into their pants but for some reason, girls always seem to fall for him.

With his leather jackets and bikes, he was a chick magnet. He fucked them and dumped them. He stripped girls of their dignities.

I had been obsessed with him, too. I never thought he'd look my way. I was jealous and mad at those girls because he would never see me the same way he saw them.

But here he is now, staring at me with those catlike eyes, looking like a predator waiting to pounce on his prey.

He is intoxicating, dangerous. I should be mad at him for abandoning me. Instead, I feel paralyzed by his presence, by those eyes. His lithe body stretched out on the bed piques my curiosities.

My mind is pulled back to the way he had felt inside me, moving with urgency, fucking me like he had needed it. His brother has never fucked me like that. His brother has never made me squirt. His brother has never made me come with just a command.

Everything was different with him. Wicked. I wanted to do it again.

Fuck! This is the thing about Axel. He has a way of creeping into your mind and taking over control of your entire body. I've seen him do it to girls since we were in high school and now, I've fallen under his control.

"Come on, princess, did you miss me?" Axel asks now. A lazy smile on his face.

Before I can answer, we hear a car pull up to the driveway.

Fuck. Ansel.

My husband's back.

~Candy~

I push Axel out of the bed. I work fast, trying to get rid of all the evidence of what happened literally five minutes ago. The room smells of sin, of sex. Axel's scent hangs heavy in the air.

Fuck! I open the windows to air it out. I pull out the soaked bedsheets and throw on a robe to cover my nakedness.

Axel observes me, amused.

"You need to get the fuck out of here now! My husband's back!"

Axel moves reluctantly. Slowly. Like he wants to be caught. He's not afraid of his brother. Not the way I am.

"Hurry up! Get out! He's gonna kill me if he sees you here!"

Ansel's a literal sociopath. I am scared of what he might do if he finds out about us. He would rather kill me than let his brother have me. The only reason he married me had been because 1: He wanted to get his father off his back and 2: He wanted to hurt Axel. He knew I liked Axel and he knew Axel wanted me back then. Yet, he had swooped in at the last minute with an offer I couldn't resist.

He was the older brother, the responsible one. He was not a screwup like Axel. I thought I would get more stability with him and I did. But I also got years of unearned abuse.

"Oh, I get it princess. You don't want your husband to know you enjoyed it when I fucked you!" Axel teases me now. I push a finger hard into his chest.

"Don't you ever repeat that to him. Ever!"

Axel tilts his head.

"My God, you are scared of him!" he whispers. A serious expression descends on his face. He has always been able to see right through me. He sees the fear radiating through my body at the thought of Ansel finding out the truth.

"This can never happen again. Okay?"

Axel bites the corner of his upper lip. I already know it will happen again. He's a weasel. He's impossible to get out. Now that he has crawled under my skin, it'd become harder to resist him. God, I wish he would just fuck off back to Europe and leave me alone.

Ansel storms into the room, carrying his briefcase and loosening his tie.

"Candy, whose car is parked downstairs ----" he starts to say but he stops when he sees Axel who is now fully-clothed. I stand away from him, hoping that Ansel doesn't suspect a thing or I'm dead!

"Axel," he says, a rigid greeting.

"Ansel," his brother returns.

The two brothers stare at each other, challengingly. Two alphas tugging for dominance. I can see the aura radiating from them. Facially, they look exactly alike. Except now, Axel has put some distance in their bodily resemblance.

When they were younger, Ansel had always been the bigger brother. The scary one. Now, Axel has brushed past him. Axel is far more attractive now. More dominating. Ansel can feel it, too. He grinds his teeth angrily.

"I wasn't expecting you until next week," he says.

Axel shrugs, carefree.

"Yeah, well, I wrapped up early and here I am."

Silence falls.

The tension can be sliced with a dull knife. I stand frigid. Any moment now, Ansel will smell his brother on me and all hell will break loose.

My husband has always been scared of losing everything to his brother. When we got married, his biggest fear had been losing me to Axel. He had nightmares where he dreamt of Axel attempting to kidnap me. He dreamt of losing the family business to his twin.

Ansel prided himself on being the better brother. He had gone to business school to take over their parents' company. He had married right out of college to please his father. He always wanted to follow in their father's footsteps and he loved the fact that his brother was the fuckup. It made him the preferred brother.

I don't know why Axel's back now, but I can notice the dynamic between them hasn't changed much. Axel still has his air of recklessness. Ansel still has his seriousness.

"We need to talk, brother. My office is right this way," Ansel says.

He eyes me suspiciously as they leave the bedroom. As soon as they disappear, I fall into bed. Relieved.

Oh, that could've gone bad. Ansel would've blown a casket if he found out what happened.

I touch my hand to my lips, exhaling heavily. Then, I lower my hands to my breasts, my vagina where I can still feel his dick inside me. His big dick. Bigger than my husband's. Oh, I'm so screwed.

I head downstairs to the kitchen. I fumble around in the fridge, fetching a bottle of water and some cut-up fruits.

When I close the fridge, I see Axel leaning against it. Waiting for me. I startle with a jump. Everything I was holding falls out of my hand and land on the floor with a loud noise. The glasses break into pieces. The fruits scramble away.

Axel laughs deviously.

"Jesus. I thought you were still up there!"

He smiles. He just loves getting under my skin. "Oh, my conversations with my brother are always brief."

I look behind him up the stairs. Ansel's not lurking around.

Axel reads my mind. "Don't worry, I didn't tell him I fucked his wife. He's never gonna find out from me."

"Good, it should stay that way. Cause the last thing I need is you fucking up my life right now!"

He steps closer, tugging at my rope to pull it open.

"Oh, but I know you liked it," he teases me.

He pulls me closer, touching me.

"Stop it, Axel. Please," I beg without any conviction in my voice.

He gropes my breasts, playing with my nipples. They harden against my will. My body reacts completely to him. He has all the control. I can't resist him even if I wanted to. I can't pull away from him.

My husband can walk through at any moment but it's that risk that makes this thrilling. The thrill of being caught makes me hotter.

I just want him to shove everything off the kitchen island and throw me on top, fucking me right there.

"Oh, Axel...." I whisper, giving in completely to him.