The Seduction of Mrs. Valentine: Complete Series

by Laci Mitchell

  I finally heard Bill’s deep even breathing that signaled he was asleep. It felt like it had taken forever, but a glance at the alarm clock told me that he’d taken his normal amount of time to fall asleep. It was only my longing for James that made every second that I was not in his bed feel like an eternity. I have must possessed better acting skills than even I’d dreamed, because I’d managed to make my husband think this was like any other Thursday night.

  I lay there, staring at the clock and once another twenty minutes had passed I knew it was time. Bill would be deeply asleep by now and I could sneak away from him. I edge my body slowly toward my side of the bed. My nerves were stretched to the limit and every breath that came from the man behind me sounded so loud the I thought with every passing second that I would be caught.

  It hadn’t been this hard the other two times I’d done this. Of course, the stakes hadn’t been that high then because James was not in the house but now he was. My destination was his bed, and there was no excuse I could make to my husband for creeping down the hall toward my lover’s room if he should wake up and catch me.

  The carpet was thick under my bare feet and I stood quickly, hoping that my movements wouldn’t signal my leaving our bed. The mattress creaked as my body weight left it, and I froze like a rabbit in the crosshairs of a hunter’s rifle. My heart pounded in my chest and my palms were so wet that I had to wipe them on the sides of my nightgown.

  Bill slept on behind me, and I swallowed back the sigh of relief. I wasn’t out of the woods yet. With careful steps I walked to our bedroom door, and turned the knob. I eased it opened. Christ, why hadn’t I remembered the way the door creaked when I’d agreed to do this? Why didn’t I notice the way it sounded like a scream of warning when I’d crept from this room on the other nights I’d done this? I stood there, in the open door of my bedroom and risked a look behind me. Bill was there exactly as I’d left him, his face relaxed in sleep and it broke my heart a little that he was saddled with a wife who turned out to be a faithless whore. Even now, looking at him so trusting in sleep, I couldn’t make myself turn around and get back in bed beside him.

  I stepped out of our bedroom and closed the door with a quiet click behind me. My feet carried me down the hall as I fought to keep from rushing. I needed to be as quiet as possible, because I didn’t know what sound had the potential to wake my husband. I avoided the spot in the hall, right by the bathroom door that alway creaked the loudest. The lush carpet beneath my feet cushioned my steps and in a matter of moments I was in front of James’ door. I could see the light underneath the door and I knew that he waited inside for me.

  I swallowed hard, my heart raced and my palms were sweaty but not for the reason that they’d been when I got up out of my husband’s bed. Desire pumped through my bloodstream as I grasped the doorknob and turned it. My husband was already forgotten when I opened the door and walked inside.

  James looked over at me from his spot on the bed, and the corner of his mouth pulled up. “You came. I honestly thought you’d chicken out when you actually had to sneak in here right under your husband’s nose.”

  “I would have if I hadn’t already practiced this twice.” I stepped forward and was so close to him that he ran his hand up and down my leg underneath my nightgown.

  “You practiced this? You came to my room when I wasn’t here? Why?” He took hold of my hand and gave it a tug. I sagged down on the bed and he pulled me on top of him. I eased up a little and dragged my fingernail down the centre of his chest. Should I tell him what I’d done in his bed when he wasn’t here?

  “I wanted to know if I could get in here without getting caught. I even laid down on your bed to make sure it wouldn’t make a lot of noise. I could smell you on the pillow, and I had to touch myself. I couldn’t help it.” I saw fire flare in his eyes when I told him of how much my desire for him had overwhelmed me on my other nightly trips here. “I did it twice. Even without you in the room, I couldn’t resist my desire for you.”

  “Show me what you did.” He set me aside and got up off the bed, his eyes burning into mine as he waited for me to show him exactly what I had done while he was away from my house, on the night he thought he was punishing me. Something sparked inside me, a need to get a bit of my own back and I decided that while I would reenact my masterbating in his bed, I would do it in a way that would drive him crazy with desire for me.

  I moved to the center of the bed, and slowly slid my nightgown up my legs inch by inch. I tented my legs and when the hem got to my ass, I dug my heels into the mattress and lifted it up like I was receiving his body inside me. I pulled it up further, bringing my hips back down and arching my torso as the silken fabric brushed against my nipples, hardening them. I pulled myself free of the night gown, and when I looked over at him he was undoing his jeans in preparation for the show I was about to give him.

  I tossed the nightgown on the bed beside me, and I sucked two fingers of my right hand in my mouth, sliding them in and out while I imagined it was James’ cock. He swore under his breath as he shoved his jeans down his lean flanks. His cock was so hard that it could have been sculpted from marble. His entire body was like that, every muscle sculpted in firm lines and covered with the smooth skin of youth. The sight of him naked did what it always did to me, making me want him but I couldn’t have him yet. He wanted to watch me, and it was the perfect opportunity to drive him as wild as he usually drove me.

  I pulled my fingers out of my mouth and stroked my hands down my throat with agonizing slowness. I closed my eyes, let out a soft sigh as my hands drifted down my skin until I came to the aching peaks of my breasts. My nipples were as hard as diamonds as my hands stroked the plump globes of my breast. I opened my eyes a crack, looking at him through my lashes.

  His eyes were riveted to my breasts as his hand slowly stroked his cock. The sight of it only fed the desire inside me, and I wanted to plunge my hand between my legs, to bring myself to a swift release but I held back. It would be so much better for both of us if I prolonged this. The sound of his feet on the carpet as he moved closer came to me as I kept one hand on my breast while the other one slowly drifted down to where my legs were opened wide and waiting for my touch. I turned my head to look at him, and he stood beside the bed, stroking his cock with his eyes riveted to my hand.

  My pussy was soaking by the time my hand got there, and I stroked my fingers over its slick folds. My breath came in excited pants that were matched by his. The skin on his face had tightened with his arousal, and if I didn’t want him so much, the look of fierce desire on his face would have frightened me. As it was, seeing that look along with the quickening strokes of his hand on his cock only furthered my excitement. I didn’t know if I was going to make this last much longer, and I circled my finger around my clit, trying to stave off my inevitable orgasm.

  “I’m close, Marie. Make yourself cum.” His hand furiously stroked his cock and I couldn’t keep my fingers away from where I needed them the most. I stroked my clit as if my life depended on it, my hips rocking as I fucked my hand and I tried to keep the ecstatic moans inside me. I had to remember, no matter how much I wanted to scream my pleasure from the rooftops that my husband was sleeping down the hall and must not awaken. I was so close to the edge that I knew what would send me over it.

  “Cum on me.” I gave James my breathless command and he answered with a growl. I stroked my clit at the same pace that he stroked his cock, and a guttural groan came from him as his cum shot out of his cock and splattered on my belly. The hot splashes of his cum sent me over the edge and I came hard with my lip clamped between my teeth to keep from crying out my release.

  My hands stilled as the aftershocks of my orgasm went through me. James sat down on the edge of the bed, and braced his hands on either side of my hips so that my body was caged between his arms. It was a cage that I never wanted to leave as my breathing slowed and my heart rate returned to normal.

  “That was so incredible to watch. A
re you ready for the main event?” He raised his head to look me in the eyes, and it was like I hadn’t been sated at all. My body longed to be filled by him, and a glance at his lap showed me that his youth made it possible for him to be ready for me again.

  He reached for my nightgown and used it to wipe his cum from my body. He tossed it aside into a crumpled ball on the floor, and moved so that he was kneeling between my legs on the bed. He leaned forward and took one of my nipples in his mouth. My breath sighed from me as I buried my fingers in the silk of his hair. I was lost in the world we were making together, and my husband could come barging in this room and I didn’t think I could bring myself to care unless it took James away from me.

  His mouth made a slow trek down my body, and he pushed my legs further apart so I was completely exposed to him. His eyes were dark as he looked at my wide open pussy and I wanted his mouth on me, I wanted him to make me cum with his tongue. I was so close again that it wouldn’t take more than a few strokes to make it happen.

  “Put your mouth on my pussy and make me cum.” Only a few weeks ago I would not have been so bold as to demand what I wanted in bed, but he’d taught me to ask for in explicit terms for what I needed from him.

  My demand was rewarded, and he put his mouth on me, stroking my clit with his tongue. I opened my legs as wide as they would go as I rocked my hips and clenched my hands in his hair. What he was doing to me was exquisite torture and I didn’t want the pleasure to end, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with James’ face buried between my legs. My body had another agenda, and could only take so much of his touch before it exploded in my second orgasm of the evening. I didn’t think it was possible for me to cum harder than I had at my own hand, but I did.

  I shoved my fist in my mouth, and bit down to keep from crying out. The spasm going through me were deep, and almost too much for me to handle. My pleasure was only deepened when James moved up my body, and slid his cock inside me. He was so big, so thick that he stretched me in a way that was so delicious that it made my cum again. I was helpless to do anything but ride my pleasure as I clung to his broad shoulders.

  His thrusts were so deep and hard, his breathing so heavy and fast in my ears that I knew he was close to cumming inside me. I should have told him to pull out, he was not like my husband whose cum did nothing inside me, but it was too late. I was so deep in the throes of my fourth orgasm as his own caught him and he pumped his cum deep inside my body. His sweaty body collapsed on top of me, I put my arms around his back and my legs around his waist. The heavy weight of him, the fullness of his cock buried so deep inside me felt so good that I wanted to savor this moment as long as I could.

  The bed was so small, that we were forced to lay side by side with our bodies mashed together.

  “I should go back.” I wanted to have a chance to wash before I crawled back into bed with Bill. If by some chance he did wake up I didn’t want to take the risk that he would find James’ cum dripping from my body.

  “Stay just a little longer. I haven’t had my fill yet.” He cupped my face, stroking his hand over my hair and kissing me softly on the lips. It was the first time he’d kissed me since I’d come to his room, and it roped me in. It made me forget that time was marching on, and soon enough the night would be over and my husband would awake for work.

  I fell into his kiss, and under his spell. Surely I had enough time to have him inside me once more before I had to leave his bed.

  9

  My eyes drifted open, and I bolted upright. I was in a bed that was not my own, and the man beside me was not my husband. I reached out and shook James’ shoulder. Jesus, how could I have fallen asleep? The bed was so cramped, that it was hard to imagine that I could have relaxed enough to sleep but sleep I had and I now had no idea what time it was.

  “What is it?” James’ voice came out in a sleep growl and he burrowed deeper into his pillow.

  “Wake up. If you don’t want my husband to drag you out of this bed and beat the daylights out of you, you’ll tell me what time it is and let me get out of here.”

  That seemed to wake him up and he groped his hand on his bedside table and grabbed his watch. He squinted his eyes as he looked at it. “It’s four thirty. What time does Bill get up?”

  “Five.” I only had a half hour to set myself to rights before my husband got up to face the day. There wouldn’t be enough time for me to wash and climb back into bed with him. I could only hope that he’d slept through the night and hadn’t noticed that I wasn’t by his side.

  My heart pounded as I threw my cum stained nightgown over my body. Hopefully I would get to the bathroom and the laundry shoot in there before I ran into my husband. I could explain away why I was up at this hour, but no explanation would be sufficient to explain what another man’s cum was doing on my nightgown.

  I walked as fast as I could without making any noise. Please let Bill still be asleep. I opened James’ door and the hall leading to my bedroom and the bathroom was dark. The house was still silent, and while my heart slowed a little I knew I wasn’t out of the woods yet. I needed to get to that bathroom and to get the evidence of what I’d done off my body.

  I made it to the bathroom without being caught. I whipped my nightgown off over my head, opened the laundry shoot and threw it inside. That was one piece of evidence that would not be discovered, since my husband had no reason to go to the laundry room in the basement of the house. Now all I had to do was wash away the traces of James from my body and I was in the clear.

  I shoved aside the shower curtain, turned the water on and stepped in under the spray. It took a moment for the water to heat, but I couldn’t wait for it. I needed to get myself clean before Bill woke up. I worked out in my head what I’d tell him when he discovered that I hadn’t been in bed beside him when he woke.

  Standing under the warm spray of the shower, with all traces of James washed from my body I could finally relax. I’d done it. I’d gone to him in the night, fucked him several times and I hadn’t been caught. I knew that one night would not be enough, and while I would be taking a greater risk going to him again, I knew that despite how satisfied I was now, my longing for him would raise its ugly head before long.

  The shower curtain opened, and I let out a startled gasp. For a second I thought James had come to join me, but it was my husband who stood there on the other side of the shower curtain.

  “You’re up early.” There was no suspicion in his eyes, just surprise. It was my habit to wake before him but to stay in bed with him.

  “I woke up earlier than usual and I thought I’d take a shower. Join me?” It was what he would expect me to say, and I had no problem saying it. My husband’s cock was erect when he stepped into the shower behind me, and despite all that I’d done with James last night, I wanted to fuck Bill. Maybe it was the thrill of getting away with my affair that made me so insatiable, maybe it was the familiarity of my husband’s arms around me or it even could be the thought of Bill’s cum mingling with James’ inside my body that turned me on so much. I couldn’t really say what it was, but I couldn’t deny that I wanted both men in my life equally as much. I wanted James because he was new and different, and I wanted Bill because he was familiar and he knew just how to touch me in the way I wanted without me having to say anything.

  I wiggled my ass against him and his hands tightened around my breasts. I could hear by his excited breathing behind me that he really wanted to be inside me, but he wouldn’t unless he knew that I was fully prepared for him. The last thing I needed at this point was more foreplay. I needed a cock inside me, even though I’d already had one in me only a few hours ago.

  “I want you inside me, Bill.”

  He turned me to face the wall, with my upper body was pressed against the tile as I widened my stance and arched my ass back as far as I could. Bill stepped between my legs, put his hands on my waist and slid his cock inside my body. I pressed back against him and I didn’t want him to be gentle. I wanted him
to fuck me hard, to take what was his in a way that left me in no doubt that I legally belonged to him. He seemed to know without me saying exactly what I wanted. He slammed his cock in and out of me with hard powerful thrusts, and his hand came around to cup my pussy and grind against my clit. I came with a swiftness that surprised me, considering that I’d been well sated when I’d stepped into the shower. I cried out my pleasure for the first time, and it was a relief to not have to keep silent as my pleasure slammed through me.

  Bill groaned in my ear and his cock throbbed inside me as he came. He held onto me and his heavy weight pushed me agains the wall of the shower but I didn’t mind. I was so thoroughly satisfied that all I wanted to do now was go to bed and sleep of the sexual binge I’d indulged myself in.

  He eased away from me, pulled me back against his body and kissing the hollow of my neck where it met my shoulder. “What has gotten into you lately? I swear you’ve become a sex kitten. Whatever it is, keep it up.”

  There was approval in my husband’s voice, but I wondered what he would say if he knew the true source what was making me so wild. A secret smile came onto my face as I turned around and brought his mouth down to mine. With any luck, he wouldn’t never find out what had turned me into a sex kitten.

  My affair with James carried on deep into the months of the fall. September changed to October, the air grew cool but the fire inside my body grew hot. Every night that James wasn’t working I spent in his bed, fucking him as if my life depended on it. I spent the nights he was away from home fucking Bill like I would never get the opportunity to fuck him again. I was torn between the two men in my life, because my desire for one grew in direct proportion to my desire for the other.

  But like all things it couldn’t last. Consequences have a way of coming upon you when you least expect them. My consequences manifested in a soreness in my breasts, a violent revulsion for my morning coffee and a glance at the calendar told me that a certain monthly event hadn’t happened since James had moved in.