I hadn’t heard him come in. He could walk as silent as a cat when he wanted to. His continued use of my married name wasn’t lost on me, and I could feel my anger bubble up. Most of it was at myself for being unable to resist him, but it found a convenient target to latch onto when I spun around to face him.
“Why do you insist on calling me that?”
“It’s your name, isn’t it? You are a married woman, aren’t you?” He walked up to me, so close that if I put my hand out it would rest on his chest. I should push him away. I should tell him that I was a married woman and that I had no business fooling with him.
“Why are you making me do this?” I was breathless, and tingling with anticipation, but I didn’t want to be. I wanted my life to go back to the stable predictability that it was before this man had answered my ad for the room for rent.
“I’m not making you do anything.” He stepped close, moving me back until I was pressed against the door. He gripped the fabric of my house dress and slid his wide palm up the inside of my thigh. I closed my eyes as I tried to suppress the moan that wanted to come out of me. His hand was warm against my skin, and he was so close to where I needed his touch that I had to bite my lip to keep from begging for it. I wasn’t ready to surrender my marriage vows to him and foolishly thought I could withstand his assault on my senses. “Did I make you come down here without your underwear on?”
My breath caught when his cupped his hand between my thighs, where my wet flesh was bare and waiting for him.
“You told me not to wear them. You took my other ones away.” My breath caught with a hitch as he stroked a finger over my clit. I clutched his upper arms and my nails dug into his biceps.
“I did, but you didn’t have to obey. You gave your underwear to me because you wanted to, I didn’t have to twist your arm.” He slid two fingers into my wet passage and I couldn’t hold back the groan the came out of me. I widened my legs. “Am I making you do this? Am I making you spread your legs for me?”
I couldn’t answer him. I was so caught up in the pleasure he was making me feel, and I rocked my hips against his hand to try to communicate that I wanted more. He withdrew his hand, and I clutched his wrist as my eyes snapped open. “Please.”
“Please what?” He wasn’t going to continue until I admitted it, until I told him exactly what I wanted. I realized that part of the game he was playing with me was to make me go into this with my eyes wide open. He wanted me to be assured that I wouldn’t be able to have recriminations later, to blame him for what he’d done to me.
“Finger me.” My voice came out in a shamed whisper as I realize that he was right. I was the author of the destruction of my marriage. There was no one here to blame but me. I let him into my house, I didn’t offer any protest when my husband told him he could rent the room. I gave him my underwear that first day, I masterbated myself in front of him and now I was clutching his hand between my legs as if my life depended on him bringing me to orgasm.
“Your wish is my command, Mrs. Valentine.” He slid his fingers back inside me while he stroked my clit with his thumb. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back against the door and moaned long and loud. “Do you like what I’m doing to do?”
“Oh God yes.” I gripped his wrist tight to make sure he didn’t take his hand away from me until I’d wrung every ounce of pleasure from his fingers.
“Do you want me to stop? Am I forcing this one you?” The action of his fingers paused, and I buried my face against his neck and sobbed. A laugh rumbled in his chest, and I knew that he enjoyed every moment of tormenting me. Why couldn’t I be stronger? Why couldn’t I resist him? I didn’t know the answer, all I knew was that I was going to die if he stopped, and I was ready to beg.
“Don’t stop, please. I want this. I need this.”
“I’d love to keep going, but you seem to have a visitor.” He took my hand off his wrist, and stepped away from him. The skirt of my dress fell back down with a swish as a knock came onto my kitchen door.
Cold lanced through my body when I realized just how mindless I’d been. I hadn’t been aware of the sound of footsteps on my path, wouldn’t have known that someone was at my door unless he’d told me.
“You better answer it. I’ll be in my room if you want to play again.”
He walked out of the kitchen with his normal saunter, and my eyes narrowed with resentment. He didn’t appear to be at all affected by what we’d just done, where as I didn’t know if I was going to be able to answer my door. The knock came again, and I could hear my neighbor Gladys calling my name.
“Shit.” I blew out a sharp breath, stepped away from the door and reached for the package of cigarettes James had left on the counter. I didn’t normally smoke very much, but I needed one right now. My nerves were strung so tight that I wouldn’t be able to answer the door unless I did something about it.
By the time I got the cigarette lit and exhaled a lungful of smoke, I was ready to greet Gladys.
5
It felt like forever for Gladys to finish her coffee and be on her way. She wanted to know all about my trip with Bill over the weekend, and wanted to know more about the young man I’d rented the room to. I told her that I didn’t see him much, that when he wasn’t working at night, he spent most of his day away from the house. If nothing else, my affair with James was going to make me an accomplished liar.
I tried not to think about the way my juices made my thighs slick as I walked Gladys to the door. Hopefully this visit would satisfy her for a while, and she wouldn’t be dropping by again in the near future. As soon as I shut the door behind her, I started to shake. Was I going to go hunt for him, was I going to beg him to finish what he’d started?
I was at a crossroads. Gladys’ interruption should have acted like a wake up call for me, a chance to nip this affair in the bud before it went too far. I had the opportunity to march up the stairs and tell him to pack his things and get out of my house. I’d almost been caught, and what scared me the most was that in the moment that James’ hand was buried between my legs I’d lost all awareness of my surroundings. If Gladys had been the type to barge in uninvited, she would have seen him fucking me with his hand. My marriage would have been over, because Gladys wouldn’t hesitate to tell the neighborhood about what she’d seen.
I had to stop it. I had to put an end to it now.
With my resolve firmly in place I turned on my heel and walked with purpose of the stairs. I walked past my bedroom and went toward the bedroom James was renting. The door stood ajar, as if he was waiting for me. I walk in the room. He was on the bed, propped up on the pillow reading a book. He looked over at me and a smile spread across his face.
“Are you ready to keep playing?”
This was it. This was my moment to tell him that I wasn’t playing any more. I could tell him right now that I wanted him out of my house, and I knew that he would leave. He was right when he’d told me downstairs that he hadn’t made me do anything. And I knew without a doubt, now that I was looking at him reclining on his bed that I was fooling myself. I wasn’t going to kick him out. I wasn’t going to make him leave and I wasn’t going to stop playing with him.
I nodded my head, hoping that it would be sufficient answer for him.
“Take off your dress.” It was not a request, and a thrill went through me as I rushed to obey him. My hands shook as I undid the tiny buttons holding my dress together, and I wanted to moan my frustration when it wasn’t happening fast enough. “Relax, Mrs. Valentine. We have six hours until Mr. Valentine comes home.”
Oh God. What could he do to me over a six hour period? I was ready to die now, and he had only touched me briefly earlier. The buttons were so small, and his words to me only wound me up further, but I finally got enough of them undone that I could step out of the dress as it slid down my body and puddled on the floor.
I was naked from the waist down, and the only undergarment I wore was my brassiere. I reached around to undo it, and it fel
l away from my body to join my dress. I stood before him as naked as I the day I was born, and a sense of feminine power went through me was his green eyes devoured my flesh. I could see the want in his eyes, and I was glad of it. I didn’t want this to be one sided, and I wanted to drive him as wild for me as he was driving me for him.
“Are you ready to play, Mrs. Valentine?” His voice came out in a rough growl, and I could see that he had grown hard beneath the denim of his jeans. Finally, he was aroused and I was going to have his cock inside me. I nodded and he patted the bed beside him. “Then why don’t you get over here?”
I walked over to the bed, and sat down on it. The quilt on the bed was cool and smooth underneath my bare ass. I looked over at him, and he was so close that I could see the brown flecks in his eyes. The scent of him filled my nostrils as he leaned forward to press a kiss against my neck.
His hand slip up the inside of my thigh and I let my legs go slack to allow him access to me. He cupped me, but didn’t go any further than that. I opened my eyes and looked at him. For once there was no smirk on his face, and his look was serious enough that it sobered me for a moment.
“What is it?” Had he changed his mind about this? Had he decided that he didn’t want me after all?
“If you let me touch you now, there won’t be any going back. You won’t be able to tell yourself that this isn’t what you want. That I somehow made you do all this. You are going to do things with me that you’ve never done with anyone, not even your husband and I want you to go into this with your eyes wide open. You are doing this because you want to, because you need what I can give you.”
I knew that if I was going to stop this affair, I needed to speak up now. I needed to say that this wasn’t want I wanted, that I wanted him out of my house. He was offering me an out, and if I didn’t take it and my marriage was destroyed by the things I wanted to do with him, I would have no one but myself to blame. With a sinking feeling in my heart I knew I wasn’t going to stop this.
“Please touch me.” I lay back on his bed, opened my legs wide and offered myself to him. I wasn’t going to hide anymore. I wasn’t going to pretend that this wasn’t what I wanted from the moment that he’d walked into my home.
His fingers slid inside me, and I bent my legs so that my heels rested on the edge of the bed. His fingers sliding in and out of my body felt good, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I wanted his mouth on me.
“Please, more. I want your mouth.”
He stopped his fingers and I moaned in frustration. This wasn’t going the way I wanted to, and I rocked my pelvis against his hand to encourage him to keep going.
“You want my mouth where? You have tell me what you want Mrs. Valentine. I don’t read minds.”
“I want your mouth down there.” He knew what I meant. Why was he making me say it?
“Down where? On your pussy?” He gave me a stroke with his fingers and I moaned and nodded. “You have to say it. You have to say ‘James, I want your mouth on my pussy’ if you want me to do it.”
“James, I want your mouth on my pussy.” I yelled the words at him, which elicited a laugh from him as he withdrew his hand from between my thighs and the weight of his body left the bed.
My breath caught in my throat as he knelt on the floor, cupped my hips in his hand and brought his mouth down on me. A shudder went through me as he flicked his tongue over my clit. The drum beat of desire when through me with each stroke of his tongue, and once he slid his fingers inside me it was all over. The preparation he’d done for this downstairs bore fruit. I was strung tighter than I’d ever been in my life and his mouth on my sent me headlong into orgasm.
I rubbed my pussy on his face as I came. I called his name, I shook, shuddered and sobbed as he rung every bit of pleasure from me. Having him go down on me was better than I’d dreamed it would be. I didn’t know if it was the novelty of having a mouth other than my husband’s on me or if it was the anticipation of this moment that had driven me so close to the edge. All I knew was that I wasn’t going to stop with this. I wasn’t going to turn back now that I knew that pleasure that I could have with him.
“Wow, when you let go you are something to watch Mrs. Valentine.” He moved way from me, and my heels came off the edge of the bed. I couldn’t do more than dangle my legs off the bed at the moment. The air in the bedroom cooled my heated flesh, and finally I had the energy to lift my head and look at him.
He pulled his T-shirt over his head, and I had been correct in my assessment of him when I’d first met him. He did have the body of a boxer, with firm muscles clearly on display. His large rough hands went to his belt buckle and I sat up to watch him strip away the rest of his clothes. I swallowed hard when he undid the button and slid down the zipper of his jeans. The only cock I’d ever seen was my husband’s, and my eyes widened slightly when James shoved his pants down his legs. He was bigger than Bill, his cock thicker. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him as he gripped it and stroked his hand over it.
“Come over here and suck me, Mrs. Valentine.” I obeyed instantly, coming over to him and kneeling on the floor in front of him. I grasped his thick shaft and stroked him. He thrust into my hand and I brought my mouth forward until the head of his cock was against my lips. “Open your mouth.”
I parted my lips, opened my mouth wide and he slid his cock all the way inside. Bill had never gone that far in my mouth, and I gagged in surprise. He pulled back a little and stroked my hair. I looked up at him, and tried again, this time doing my best to suppress the instinct to reject his cock once it had gone deep inside my mouth.
He let out a groan, pulled his hips back and pushed his cock deep in my mouth again. Once I got used to it, I was easy to suppress my urge to gag. I cupped his balls in my hand, stroking and playing with them as I moved my head backwards and forwards.
For several long moments the only sound that could be heard in the room was his guttural groans and the wet noises my mouth was making on his cock. I couldn’t get enough of him, and I knew that I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I wanted to taste the very essence of him. I pulled back and looked at him while I used my hand to pump his shaft. “Do you want to cum in my mouth?”
“Oh fuck yes.” There was a snarl on his face as he growled those words to me. His hands fisted in my hair, and I took him in my mouth again. He didn’t let me set the pace any longer, and I was glad he’d given me time to adjust to taking all of him in my mouth because now he held nothing back. He fucked my mouth as if it was my pussy. I felt his balls tighten and pull up against his body, which was the only warning I got that he was going to ejaculate.
A long drawn out moan was pulled from his chest as he pumped his cum in my mouth. I swallowed every drop. When he was finally finished, he pulled out of my mouth and blew out his breath.
I stood up and put my arms around his waist, resting my head against his chest. He went over to the bed, sagged down in it and pulled me onto his lap. I nestled my head against the side of his neck, and waited for his breath to slow and his pulse to return to normal.
“Come to my bed tonight.”
His voice was a quiet rumble against my ear, and I sighed. I was going to have to tell him no and I knew he wouldn’t like it.
As much as I wanted him, I knew that I couldn’t do what he wanted. I couldn’t risk Bill finding out about us. I got up off the floor and put my hand on his cheek.
“No.” I scooped my dress up off the floor and turned away from him. I walked toward the door to his bedroom, and turned to look at him over my shoulder. His eyes met mine, and I knew I’d just thrown an unintended challenge at him. It didn’t matter, I couldn’t have sex with him while my husband was home. The sooner he learned that, the better.
James left me alone for the rest of the day, in fact he left the house shortly after our encounter and didn’t return at all that evening. When Bill asked me where he was, I could honestly tell him that I didn’t know. I was certain this was James’ way of trying t
o punish me for not doing what he wanted, but surely he could see that I couldn’t be so blatant in my cheating on my husband.
I kissed Bill goodbye again that morning, and had a second cup of coffee and smoked a cigarette while I waited for James to come home. My hip rested on the kitchen counter while I watched the door. He walked in the door five minutes after my husband left for work, and while he may not have slept here he looked rested so he’d slept somewhere. I didn’t know where, and frankly I didn’t care.
“If you think you’re punishing me, you’re mistaken. If you’ve changed your mind about having an affair, please let me know. But at least be a grown up, and try not to pout when you don’t get your own way.”
He deliberately hung his jacket on the hook by the door. Despite my words, it did bother me that’d he had stayed away when I refused to come to his bed while my husband slept in ours. I was spoiling for a fight, and I hoped that by taunting him he’d give it to me.
“So you did miss me?”
“I did not.” I stamped out my cigarette in the ashtray. It was a lie and we both knew it. If it wasn’t I wouldn’t be here simmering that he hadn’t come home until now, as if I had the right to keep tabs on him.
“I think you’re a liar. Want me to prove it?” He sauntered over to me, reached up under my dress where he found that I was still obeying his ban on underpants. I whimpered and cursed myself for being so transparent. “It’s lucky for you that yesterday only whetted my appetite for you because otherwise I wouldn’t have come home at all. I don’t like being told no.”
He cupped my pussy and pushed a finger inside me, and of course he found me wet.
“I’ll do whatever you want to do as long as he’s not home when we do it.” I was weak and I knew it. I was too obsessed with him to refuse him outright, but I was still too scared of being caught and ruining my marriage to come to him in his bed at night.
“Will you fuck me in his bed?” He pulled his hand out from under my dress, and took me by the arm. He led me out of the kitchen and toward the stairs. I knew where he was heading and I knew that he was making a statement to both himself and me. He could do anything he wanted to me, anywhere he wanted, and what he wanted right now was to show me that I would fuck him in my husband’s bed.
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