The Seduction of Mrs. Valentine: Complete Series

by Laci Mitchell

  "Well if you think it's alright, then I guess we have a border." I would just have to fight the temptation that James presented and pray that he would drift away out of town before too long.

  "Don't you like him?" There was a speculative look in my husband's eyes, and I wondered for a second if he saw more than I gave him credit for. “He seems like a nice, upstanding young man. A little rough around the edges, and he dressed like a young hoodlum straight out of a movie, but we can't hold that against him."

  "I guess not. Still, are you sure we should be doing this?" If only he knew what James did to my insides, he’d rethink all this. For a moment I hesitated, not wanting to bring up a sore spot with my husband but I was desperate to stop my husband from letting the man who had the potential to cuckold him into our home. "Maybe we could talk to the Robinsons? They adopted a little boy last year, and I'm sure they wouldn't mind telling us about it."

  As soon as I mentioned adoption, a scowl descended on Bill's face. "You know how I feel about that. Hal and Janice Robinson can do what they like, but I don't want to raise a child in my home that I don't know the origins of."

  "It was only a thought. Forget I said anything. I'm going to take a bath."

  I got up and left my husband sitting in the living room. Bill didn't seem to understand, and I couldn't explain it to him, how much I wanted to have a baby. It didn't matter how many chores or activities I filled my time with, there was an emptiness inside me that would never be filled.

  I could never say as much to him, because he already blamed himself and thought he wasn't a real man anymore. That was why it was all the more important to resist what James made me want to do. If my husband ever found out that I'd been with someone else it would kill him, and only feed into the feelings of failure he had already.

  Steam rose from the tub as I slipped in and sank back in the water. My mind went straight to James, and I thought that I was going to be plagued with thoughts of him during my every waking moment from now on. Now that it had been hours since he'd been in the house, and whatever magnetism he had over me was fading, I had to wonder about it. Was it all my imagination making me thing that there was something there? Maybe he looked at all women that way and I was reading too much into this. But I didn't think so. I wanted him, and I knew with a feminine instinct that was as old as time, that he felt the same.

  I wanted James in a way that was not the same as what I felt for my husband. I loved Bill, and I always would, and what James made me feel was miles away from love and would never venture into that territory. James triggered something primal in me, and I knew that what he stirred inside me would never get beyond lust. I didn't want love or tenderness from him, I wanted something else. I wanted something that I dare not speak of out loud, something that caused feelings of both shame and desire inside me.

  I closed my eyes and my hand drifted down my belly, over the curls between my legs and I stroked myself there. It was not my hand stroking me in my imagination, but that of the young man I'd only just met. In my mind's eye it was James' hand that was petting me, that was filling my body with desire and bringing me close to orgasm.

  I gasped then the bathroom door opened and my hand darted away. There were no secrets between me and my husband, but I don't think that even he would like the notion of me touching myself while my thoughts were filled with that of another man.

  "Are you alright, darling? Have I upset you?" Bill came over to the side of the tub, knelt down beside it and trailed his finger down my arm, following the exact path that James had traveled only a couple of hours ago. I looked at him, really looked at him for the first time in a long time and I realized that while James was much rougher around the edges, his coloring was virtually the same as my husband's. Bill's hair was a little dark, with a hint of silver starting to creep in but their eyes were virtually the same. They were the exact same shade of green, and the only exception was Bill was missing the brown flecks that James had. "Marie?"

  "I'm fine, Bill. It's been a strange day, out of my normal routine but I'll get used to it." I stroked a finger down his cheek and he grasped my hand and held it.

  "Are you sure that's all it is? I know that you want to have children, and I wish there was something I could do to give them to you. I would do anything, darling, to see a baby in your arms. I just can't agree to adoption. It's not only the unknown history of the baby, but the notion that my failure as a husband would be broadcast to the world."

  I knew that my husband's inability to father children was a source of great shame for him, and no matter what I said to him about it not being his fault, he couldn't get past the notion that he'd failed me. I leaned forward in the tub, put my hand around the back of my husband's head and kissed him. As I molded my mouth to his, I willed the image of a different man from my head, but it was no use. James had taken up residence inside my mind and it appeared that nothing, not even my husband's kiss could drive him out of it.

  I pulled my mouth away and lay back in the tub. Bill reached up to caress my face and trail his fingers lightly down my throat. I breathed a sigh when my husband's hand traveled further down until he got to one of my breasts. He cupped it in his hand, kneading and squeezing it as my nipple contracted into a hard peak. Excitement coursed through my body, but it was tempered by shame because I imagined it was another man doing this to me.

  I arched my back and opened my legs as wide as the tub allowed, and Bill replaced his hand on my breast with his lips, sucking my nipple into the warm recesses of his mouth. His hand moved further down, over the smooth skin of my flat belly. I blocked the thought from my mind that my belly would always remain flat and would never grow large with a baby in my womb. If I thought about it, it would only kill the desire that was stirring inside me, and that happened a little too often lately than was to my liking.

  A breathless moan escaped me as I tilted my pelvis to give him better access and he slipped a finger inside me. What would it feel like if it was James' finger? He worked with his hand, they would be rough and calloused, and in direct contrast to my husband's hands. I could feel my excitement rising faster inside me, as my breathing picked up speed. I didn't know if it was what my husband was doing to me or if it was the thought of James doing it, but I was more aroused right now than I had been for a long time.

  The confines of the tub were frustrating me, and I had a feeling they were frustrating my husband as well. "Come on, darling. You've been in there long enough and I have plans for you."

  I pushed open my heavy lidded eyes, and I could see the desire for me in my husband's face. It had been months since we'd been intimate with each other, and I didn't know what was triggering his desire, unless he could sense the sexual long inside me and it was feeding his. I didn't care what the cause of it was, all I knew what that I missed the weight of him on top of me, with his body filling mine.

  Bill pulled me out of the tub and wrapped me in a bath towel. For the first time in a long time, he picked me up and carried me to our bedroom as if I was a newly married bride.

  The towel fell away and I stood naked before my husband. The cool air in our bedroom drifted over my bare flesh, raising goosebumps on my skin which was still warm from the bath. My nipples were as hard as diamonds and begging for his mouth. After being married for this long, it seemed like my husband knew what I wanted and needed before I knew it myself. He took the peak of my breast in his mouth and I tilted my head back with a moan.

  With my breast in his mouth, Bill's finger tips slowly trailed down my belly until it was back between my thighs. A breathy moan escaped me as he stroked his fingers over my clit and sent arousal and desire through me. But being touched and caressed with his fingers was no longer enough for me. I wanted to feel his mouth on me and I sank down on the edge of the bed. My nipple came out of his mouth and I opened my legs wide, letting him see everything. His eyes darted down to the apex of my thighs, and there was a hunger there that I hadn't seen in months. It sent a matching response through m
e. He came toward me, sinking down on his knees and using him mouth to kiss me in my most intimate place. As his tongue stroked over me, I discovered that if I squinted my eyes a little, if I ignored the scent of his cologne and hair pomade I could pretend it was James kneeling between my legs. It was James pushing his tongue in and out of my body. And finally, what sent me over the edge, was the notion that it was James who sucked my clit into his mouth, flicked it rapidly with his tongue as wave after wave of pleasure shot through my body.

  I bit my lip to keep from calling out the wrong name as I came with my husband's mouth on me. The orgasm was the most intense one that I'd experienced in the seven years I'd been married. It left me shaking on our bed, with my legs splayed apart and shame coursing through me that it was the thoughts of another man that made me cum.

  The rustling of clothing came to me as my consciousness returned with the fading of the pleasure that had shot through me. My eyes drifted open and I watched my husband strip his clothes from his body. His erection jutted out from his body and I sat up to take it in my hand. I stroked his smooth shaft, it was familiar territory for me and I knew exactly how to touch him to elicit the groan that was coming from his chest.

  I got on my knees in front of him and took him in my mouth. I tried to keep the thoughts that wanted to race through my head at bay as the musky sent of my husband filled my nostrils but it was no use. My mind wanted to know if James' cock tasted the same, if it would feel the same and if he would be as patient and gentle while I sucked him. Would he stroke my hair like Bill was doing or would he grab it by the fist full as he shoved his cock hard into my mouth. I reached between my legs to stroke myself, as thoughts of having James' cock in my mouth started the drum beat of desire within me again.

  A moan escaped me, and my lips vibrated against my husband's cock. The thought of sucking James like this made me want to make my husband cum in my mouth, which was something Bill didn't do. But I was obsessed with the notion of making it happen, and I stroked my hand over the smooth skin of his shaft while I worked him with my mouth. His breathing, which was heavy and loud in the silence of our bedroom, hitched and he shove my head away from him.

  "I don't want to finish in your mouth." He took hold of my arms and dragged me up to my feet, his touch less gentle than it usually was. Seeing Bill like this, more primal than he normally was, sent an answering excitement through me. What had caused this change in him? Something about this encounter, something about today perhaps, had ramped up my husband's desire for me. A stay thought came to me, one that suggested that perhaps James' appearance in our home had caused this change in him. Had my husband noticed the way I reacted to James and was he aroused by it?

  Bill pulled me flush against his body and kissed me, his lips harder on mine than was typical but that could easily be explained away. It had been months since we'd had sex, and perhaps the time away from the intimacy of my body made his need for release more urgent. As for the notion that he might be turned on by the attention of another man, it had to be wishful thinking on my part. I was thinking this because I wanted James for myself, wanted him to kiss me like my husband was now and to take him inside my body. My husband was not the sort of man who was aroused by the notion of me with another man? What husband would want that? I wanted to justify my fantasies about James having sex with me, and this was the way my mind wanted to make it acceptable.

  Bill pushed my back until the backs of my knees hit the mattress and I sank back down onto the bed with our mouths still fused. Our bedspread was cool under my back and as Bill came down on top of me with his thighs parting mine, I decided that I didn't want to do it the way we usually did. I wanted something different, and if I was honest with myself, I wanted to continue with the fantasy that it was James with me. I couldn't do that if the sex with my husband followed the usual route to its inevitable conclusion.

  I pulled my mouth away from him and looked into his eyes. "Can we do something different tonight?"

  "What did you have in mind?" My husband appeared to be open to suggestion, and I knew exactly how I wanted him to take me. I'd imagined it earlier today when I'd shown James the room for rent, when I pictured him taking me from behind. That's how I wanted Bill to satisfy me. I would feel his cock inside me, but I could easily pretend it was James. I shoved aside the guilt the notion of fantasizing about another man wanted to nudge inside me. Thinking and doing were two different things, and my husband would never know that it was another man I thought about while he filled my body.

  "Can you take me from behind?"

  An eager light entered my husband's eyes, and I was relieved that there was no suspicion on his face as he complied. He got off me, and I rolled over onto my stomach. He pulled my hips up with a jerk to put me on my knees. Little did Bill know that by being a little more forceful than he usually was, he was feeding into my fantasy that he was someone else. It would be my secret, and what a delicious secret it was.

  I was so wet by this time that the blunt tip of his cock found no resistance as he probed the entrance of my body. My eyes rolled closed at the pleasure of his cock slowly sliding past all my nerve endings and I moaned. I loved the feeling of it, the pleasure that came when my body was filled by my husband's cock. Would having James inside me fill me with the same feeling of completeness, would the delicious friction be the same? I had come to my husband a virgin, and I had no idea what it would be like to be filled by another man. Would James feel the same as Bill?

  Bill pulled back and out of me. He slowly slid back inside in the way that I'd always like before, but tonight was different. I needed something else from my husband and it was for him to make love to me in a different way. I wanted to be fucked by him, because I knew that James would not make love to me, he would fuck me.

  "Harder." It was the first time I'd ever made this request to my husband. I never knew it was something I needed, but I wanted to know what it would be like to be taken by a rough and dangerous man like James. I didn't have him and if I was honest with myself, I didn't know if would have had the courage to have sex with him, but I could pretend.

  My husband paused behind me, and I thought for a moment that I'd gone to far. That he saw through what I was doing, and would some how know that it was not him I was thinking about. He growled behind me and it was a sound that I hadn't heard him make before, and it aroused me further. His hands gripped my hips and he slammed his cock back inside. He was so deep inside me, his thrust faster and harder than they'd ever been before. The bedspread bunched up under my hand as I gripped it in my fist. Oh God, this felt so good. It was exactly what i needed, what I wanted and I could feel the delicious tension of my approaching orgasm coiling through my body.

  "Oh yes, I'm so close." I refrained from calling his name because I couldn't be sure that the right one would come out. Thoughts of James were filling my head and arousing me as surely as my husband's cock was filling my body. The sounds of our moans were in time with the slapping of my husbands flanks against me, and it only aroused me further. I would only need a little nudge to push me over, and my husband gave it to me. He took one hand off my hip and buried it between my legs. He rubbed his fingers against my clit as he slammed his cock in and out of my and I exploded against his hand. My orgasm was rung from my body with the each stroke his fingers and the thrusting of his cock. I cried out my pleasure, and it triggered my husband's.

  He called out my name as his cock pulsed inside me, pumping his ineffectual seed into my body. Tonight's episode should have created a baby, but it didn't, and there was no point in thinking about it. It was never going to happen.

  I groaned when he withdrew and he pulled me down on the bed. We spooned together as the sweat dried on our bodies. With my husband's arms around me, with my back pressed against him, I found a sense of peace. My body was sated, and the urgency of the desire that James had stirred in me was quenched for the moment. I still had to get through tomorrow when he moved in, and every day after that as long as he ch
ose to live here. But if I could do what I did tonight, if I could use my husband as a substitute without him realizing it, then my marriage would survive and I would remain true to my vows to my husband.

  I snuggled back against Bill, confident that I'd come up with the solution to the James problem. My husband would sate the longing that James made me feel, and I would be strong enough to resist temptation if I knew I had a way to quench the fire James built inside me.

  3

  James arrived soon after Bill had left for work, while I was in the midst of doing the breakfast dishes. Before he walked back in the house I was confident that I would be able to resist him. He was only a man, there was nothing that special about him and he was no different than any other man who thought to make a pass at me behind Bill’s back.

  He came in with a suitcase and little else. He was dressed the same as yesterday, except the T-shirt was now gray.

  “Morning, Mrs. Valentine. Where’s Bill?” He walked into my kitchen, set his case on the floor and the corner his mouth kicked up in that smirk that told me knew what the answer to his question.

  “As I’m sure you know, Bill is at work.” I turned away from him, and concentrated on washing my dishes. I tried to ignore the way he smelled which was arousing me again today. I could get through it. I only had eight hours to go and then Bill would be home. “Speaking of work, when will you begin going down to Halloran’s Garage?”

  I prayed that I wouldn’t have to go through too many days alone with him. Surely he would get work soon and I would at least have my days free of his tempting presence. He laughed behind me and I turned to him. What was so funny?