“Take your clothes off and get on the bed. I’ll be right back.” He gave me a shove and instead of frightening me I was more turned on that I’d been when he teased me in the kitchen yesterday. This was what I wanted, the result I’d intended taunted him about being immature.
I stripped the dress from my body and when he came back in holding a small jar in his hand I was ready for him. I was naked on my bed, with my legs spread wide. I looked like a whore and I didn’t care any more.
He set the jar on the beside table and I could see it was Vaseline.
“I’m so wet for you baby that you aren’t going to need that.”
He pulled off his clothes as he gave me a smile. “It’s not for your pussy, Mrs. Valentine. Has Bill ever fucked you in the ass?”
I sat up as shock raced through me. Bill had never even suggested such a thing to me. “Of course he hasn’t. If you think that I’m going to let you do that to me, you are mistaken.”
James finished stripping off his clothes, walked over to the bed with his cock jutting out in front of him and gave me that smirk that told me just how wrong I was. “Not only are you going to let me fuck you in the ass, before I’m finished you are going to be begging me for it.”
There was a look in his eyes that promised me I would be mindless to refuse him and I swallowed hard. I knew now that I was playing a dangerous game with him and that I had been a fool to think I could taunt him and get away with it. I was almost more aroused by the notion of him doing something to me that not even my husband had dared to do. I trembled as he made his way over to me on the double bed I shared with my husband.
“Get ready to beg, Mrs. Valentine.” He kissed me softly on the mouth, which surprised me. From the fire in his eyes I thought he would be rough, but it was his gentleness that was my undoing. It knocked me off balance, and I couldn’t anticipate what he was going to do next. Perhaps that was why he turned me on so much, I didn’t know what was going to happen. With Bill, seven years of making love with each other had lent our love life a predictability that I didn’t have with James.
His lips and tongue worships every inch of my body with agonizing slowness. The roughness of his tongue blazed a trail down my neck, moving in slow circles as he traversed my skin toward the aching peaks of my breasts. The air was cool on the damp trail he left on my skin, and my nipples were so tight that when he finally took one in his mouth I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped me.
I opened my legs wide, rocking my hips, hoping that he would put his hand there, put his mouth there, God do anything to bring me some relief. But he ignored my unspoken plea and I remembered that he wanted me to tell him what I wanted.
“I need you hand on my pussy. Please James.”
He pulled his head away from my breast, slid his hand down my belly and over the triangle of hair between my legs. I opened my legs as wide as they would go, and he stroked his fingers over me.
“You’re so wet, Mrs. Valentine.” He moved down my body so that his face was between my legs and he licked my clit with his tongue as he inserted two fingers inside me. He fucked me with his hand while his teasing tongue brought me closer and closer to orgasm.
He must have sense how close I was because instead of sending me over the edge, he stopped. He pulled his mouth away and took his fingers from my body. I lay there, open and exposed, every nerve ending of my body on fire. I was so wet and ready to cum that I wanted to cry when he refused to give me the relief I so desperately needed.
“Are you ready to beg?”
The idea of having him take me in the way he wanted aroused me, but I wasn’t ready to go that far. I clamped my mouth shut, and so he knelt beside me and waited for my heart beat to slow and my breathing to return to normal. Once I wasn’t so close to cumming, he started all over again, using his mouth and his hands to bring me to the edge only to stop before I found my ecstasy.
But the third time he’d done this to me I was so mindless, so frustrated that I was sobbing. “Please James.”
“Please what?”
I knew that he was not going to let me get away with not saying it, with not begging him to fuck me that way. I was so out of my mind with need by this point that I couldn’t refuse any longer.
“Please fuck my ass.”
With a satisfied growl he rolled me over onto my belly, yanked me up on my knees so I was position like a bitch in heat, and that was exactly how I felt. I had no idea what to expect, and I trembled as he reached for the jar of Vaseline and lubricated his cock. A startled cry was wrung from my when the head of his lubricated cock probed the tight ring of my asshole.
“I’m scared.” The desire I’d felt, which had carried me this far, deserted me now that I knew this was going to be painful.
“I’ll go slow and once you get used to it, you’ll love it. I promise. Just relax.” He pushed in a little further, and I tried to do what he said. I felt stretched, and the pain burned through me, and I didn’t know how I was ever going to like this. He reached his hand around and stroked my clit. I could feel my desire building inside me, and he pushed in a little more. “I’m almost all the way in. You’re doing so good. Just a little more.”
I cried out when he pushed all the way inside me. I could hear his heavy breathing, could hear the excitement in it but he held himself back long enough for me to get used to the incredibly full feeling of having him in my ass. I wanted to know how he would feel to have him thrusting in and out of my ass, if it would feel as good as getting fucked in the pussy. I wiggled against him and it was all the encouragement he needed.
He withdrew so that only the tip of his cock was inside me, and pushed back in with a swiftness that took my breath from me and made me moan. His fingers stroked my clit as he thrust in and out of my ass, and it was the most incredible feeling. I was so full, he felt so good sliding in and out of me. I called his name and he responded with harder thrusts. I didn’t want what he was doing to me to end, I wanted it go on forever as my pleasure built inside me.
Of course nothing lasts forever, and when my orgasm came it felt so good that I almost passed out from the pleasure of it. By this time my face was buried in my pillow, on the bed I shared with my husband. I screamed James’ name over and over against it as he wrung every bit of pleasure out of me that it was possible for my body to have. A few more hard thrust behind me was all it took for him to join me, and I could feel his cock pulsing in my ass as he pumped his cum inside me.
I winced as he withdrew. It had felt good while he was doing it but I knew without him telling me that I was going to be sore after. He lay down beside me, put his arms around me and spooned with me just like my husband did after making love with me.
I moved away from him, and he let me go. I didn’t want to make any more comparisons in my mind between him and my husband. It wasn’t fair to Bill, and I’d been unfair to Bill enough already. Not only had I let this man do something with me that I’d never even thought of doing with my husband, I’d done it in our marriage bed.
“What’s wrong? Don’t try to pretend that this wasn’t what you wanted.”
I rolled over and stood. I was sore and I could feel the stickiness of his cum running down my legs and I wanted more than anything to wash the evidence of what I’d done from my body. I looked over at him, and there was a challenging look in his eyes. He wasn’t going to let me lie to him or myself and pretend that I was innocent in all this.
“It was what I wanted.”
I turned away from him, and walked toward the door. I left him laying on the bed I shared with my husband as I shut the door behind me and went to bathe away the evidence of my betrayal against my husband. I would not be able to scrub it from my mind as easily.
6
I was just laying back in the tub, allowing the water to relax me when the bathroom door opened. I glanced over and there he was, still naked and making no attempt to hide the erection that jutted out from his body.
“Sit forward.”
“James, I don’t want to fight. I just want to relax and take some of the soreness away.”
He was undeterred and came forward to stand by the side of the tub. “Just scoot forward so I can get in behind you. I just want to hold you. Nothing will happen in the tub if you don’t want it to.”
I knew there was danger in his statement, because we both knew that this man had to power to make me do whatever he wanted. With a sigh I sat up and scooted my bum forward so that he could step into the tub behind me. He settled in and pulled me back so that he cradled me against his body. His hands idle caressed my skin and I could feel that he was still erect behind me but he was making no move to do anything about it.
“I want you again.” He murmured in my ear, but there was no command in his words. Just a statement of fact. I was sated and sore, and had no desire to take him into my body again. I needed time to recover mentally and physically from what we’d done. It was one thing to perform oral sex on each other, but I’d taken him in my body and done so in the bed I’d shared with my husband. It was going to take me some time before I got over the shock of it.
“I can’t. Not right now.” He seemed to understand my reluctance to do more with him right now, and didn’t push me any more. He pulled me back against him and I let myself relax and just be held by him. The only sound in the bathroom was our quiet breathing. Why couldn’t it always be like this with him? I supposed that if he didn’t challenge me all the time, I wouldn’t want him as much as I did. I had calm and peace with my husband and since I was in the bath, in the arms of another man, I needed something more.
His erection had not subsided, in fact it remained as hard at it had been when he got into the tub. I knew that it must be painful for him to hold me like this, and while I wasn’t prepared to take him into my body again, I did want to give him some relief. I moved so that I was facing him and I put my hand beneath the water and stroked him.
“You don’t have to do this.” He held my hand still, and I could see that in his eyes what was as close to an apology from him as I was going to get for him making me beg him earlier.
“I want to.” He let my hand go and I concentrated on bringing him pleasure with it. He looked so young, so vulnerable as I brought him to orgasm. I knew that if I’d met him ten years ago I could have fallen in love with him. As it was, I hadn’t met him then and I was in love with someone else. I made me sad for both of us, that I was so enthralled with this man, had let him have intimacies with my body and yet I knew it would never go beyond addiction and lust. But maybe he didn’t want my love and he was missing nothing by my not giving it to him. He certainly wanted my body and unfortunately for my marriage vows, that was something I was prepared to give him.
He groaned and his eyes closed as he came, and he pulled me down onto his chest. He held me until he’d stopped trembling and his pulse slowed under my ear.
“Come to my bed tonight.”
This again. Surely he would let it go now that I’d let him fuck me in my husband’s bed.
“You know I can’t. You’ll have to be content with what we have during the day when my husband isn’t home.”
I didn’t want to have this discussion again, and it seemed that neither did he. He pushed me away, stood up and stepped out of the tub. With a towel wrapped around his waist he left the bathroom. I hurried through the rest of my bath, and as I left the bathroom wrapped in my own towel I knew from the silence of the house that he was gone. I didn’t know if I’d would ever see him again.
That night as I lay in bed with my husband I could not sleep. My body was still sore from James’ invasion and I had pleaded a headache when my husband pulled me to him in our bed tonight. I lay there and listened, but I didn’t hear anything that would give any indication that James had come home.
Beside me, my husband’s breathing was deep and even. I wanted to test a theory, one that I shouldn’t even be thinking about. I’d told James that I couldn’t go to his bed while my husband was home and I’d meant it at the time. It was easy to say when my body was sated. But a part of my wondered if I could leave my husband in our bed without waking him. If I could do what James wanted me to do without getting caught.
I wouldn’t have to spend the night in his bed, since it was much too small for both of us to sleep in. Sleep was not what he wanted to do to me there, and I had a feeling that if I set my will against James I would lose. Something told me, some feminine instinct that he would not touch me anymore, would not do anything else with me unless I did this one thing for him. And to my shame, I wasn’t done with him yet. He’d given me a taste of what it was like to be with him, and I wanted more. I wanted to feel what it was like to have him fill my pussy with his cock and I knew he wouldn’t do it to me unless I was in his bed.
I scooted over to the edge of the bed I shared with Bill and he didn’t stir. His hand, which had rested on my belly, flopped onto the bed but he didn’t wake. If he did wake I could pretend that I couldn’t sleep and it would raise no suspicion because James wasn’t in the house. I moved to the edge of the bed, turned by body so that my feet rested on the floor and still my husband slept on.
I stood up and walked to our bedroom door. The floor creaked under my feet and I darted a quick look back to Bill. He looked so relaxed and happy that guilt drove through me. What was I doing? I loved him, I knew that I did, so why was I doing this to him? Why was I making love with him and thinking about another man? Why was I letting another man fuck me in our bed? Why was I sneaking around in the middle of the night to see if I could get away with leaving him here to crawl into another man’s bed?
I didn’t know the answer, all I knew was that James had something I needed, something I craved and I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself unless the worst happened and I was caught. I kept telling myself that I wouldn’t let it go that far, but he’d only been in the house for a little over a week and already I’d done things with him that I’d never done with my husband.
My feet carried me silently down the hall toward his bedroom. He wasn’t there, and I felt safe enough walking inside. If Bill woke and found me in here I’d have to think of some lie, and I didn’t know what it was. I wanted to be sure before I took the step that James wanted me to take that I could do it without being caught.
I went over to his bed and sat down on it. The bed was new, and it didn’t make a sound as I laid my body flat on it. The bedding smelled like him, and I closed my eyes, breathing in the scent of him. My body grew aroused, and I couldn’t resist raising my night gown and touching myself. I stroked the wet flesh between my legs, biting my lip to stifle my cries of pleasure.
I clamped my thighs around my hand as I came with images of what James had done to me earlier floating through my head. Eventually my legs relaxed, my breathing slowed and my senses returned to normal. My home settled around me and there was no sound coming from my bedroom. My husband didn’t dash in here, demanding to know why I was masterbating in our tenant’s bed.
I withdrew my hand from between my legs, and got out of James’ bed. My feet carried me silently back to my bedroom and my husband was there, sleeping as soundly as when I’d left him. I crawled back into bed with him and closed my eyes. Sleep was a long time coming, and when it finally did I spent the night dreaming about what I was going to do with James in his bed while my husband slept peacefully in ours.
7
It was early in the morning, at least an hour before the alarm clock would ring to signal the start of another weekday and I couldn't stop thinking about James. He hadn't been home for two days, I hadn't seen him since I'd allowed him to have sex with me in the bed I shared with my husband. I was certain he was punishing me for refusing to come to him in his bed at night. I should show him, let what he was doing back fire on him and tell him that I was finished with him. I bit my lip to keep a bitter laugh from coming out. I wasn't going to do anything of the sort.
The irony of it was, had he been here for the past two n
ights, he would have gotten what he wanted. I'd gone to his room again after first test of my ability to sneak from my husband's bed, and Bill had remained oblivious. And despite touching myself and bringing myself to orgasm in James' bed, it wasn't enough. I ached inside for him, and my nerves were stretched so thin that I didn't think I could take much more. I needed relief.
"Good morning, darling." Bill rolled over toward me and pulled me to him. I could feel his erection pressed against my hip, and I knew that if I turned him away, he would accept it with easy grace and go on with his day. Bill wasn't the kind of man to hold grudges, and was mature enough to accept no.
I didn't want to turn him away. I had a hunger inside me that needed to be quenched, and James wasn't here. Bill was. Guilt slammed through me at the thought that I would be using my husband to sate the desire James put inside me. I tried to force him from my head, to let my husband into my mind instead, and for a moment it worked. I was aware that it was Bill behind me, moving my hair to the side, kissing my neck as he cupped my breast. I closed my eyes and concentrated on what my husband could make me feel. I wasn't having sex with James because Bill couldn't satisfy me.
I wiggled my ass against his pelvis and his breath hissed in through his teeth while his hand squeezed my breast in the way I loved. I moved away and rolled over to face him. I looked at him as I stroke my fingers down his cheek. I did love him, so much. I didn't know what was wrong with me, that I could be so deeply in love with him and yet so willing to betray him. I stared at him for several moments, trying to sort out in my mind how I could be with him like this, pretending to be his faithful wife while I'd taken another man into my body and wanted to do it again. Bill must have seen something of my struggle in my eyes, because a frown pulled his brows together.
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