She slid her key in the ignition and turned the key with nothing happening. She turned the ignition again but, again, nothing happened. I stood back with my hands deep in my pockets as she tried to crank her car. Finally, I walked back over and knocked on her window to gain her attention. She opened her car door instead of letting down the window.
“My car won’t start,” she said, stating the obvious. “It does this every now and again. I was hoping it didn’t act up tonight,” she added with disappointment in her voice.
“It’s unsafe for you to ride in a car that does this, even if it only happens some of the time,” I reprimanded her as if she should have known better.
“I know, but I don’t have the eighteen hundred dollars to fix the problem,” she admitted.
“Come on. I’ll give you a lift home and have my tow service come get your car and take it to the repair shop I use.”
“Are you sure? I could probably get it to start if I keep trying,” she said, taking her purse and keys from the car. “I don’t want to be a problem.”
“You are no problem,” I assured her as we headed back across the street. I handed my valet ticket over to have my SUV brought around.
I helped Misty inside before going around to get in the driver’s seat. “Where do you live?” I asked.
She gave me her address, and I punched it into the GPS before driving off towards her apartment building near Cutler Bay. I turned on the radio and the sounds of Usher's smooth voice filled the SUV’s interior with his smooth tone.
“You have a beautiful wife,” Misty suddenly said softly as I drove towards her apartment.
I glanced at her to take in her expression. The sound of her sexy voice sent a tightening straight to my loins. She was looking out the window taking in the night’s scenery, so I couldn’t see the look in her eyes.
“Ruby is beautiful,” I agreed. “But her beauty isn’t the reason I married her. Ruby’s beautiful heart is what drew me to her in the very beginning. She was beautiful from the inside out, until recently,” I added with wonder in my tone as I fought to bank down my desire for Misty.
“Do you think she really has a lover?” Misty questioned me as the vehicle ate up the miles bringing us closer to her apartment. She voiced my concern aloud, and I hated the feeling that overtook me with the thought of another man touching what was supposed to belong to me and me only.
“I really don’t know,” I said feeling a crushing pressure in my chest at the thought of it. “Things have gotten some better between us. But I feel there’s no other logical reason why she has done this roundabout change. There must be something there.”
Misty’s hand reached out to touch my leg soothingly. I took my eyes from the road momentarily and met her warm, brown gaze. A heated feeling from where her hand sat traveled straight up my leg and to my groin where pressure began to build, lengthening my already throbbing cock. My eyes traveled to her ample cleavage as her breasts pressed against her shimmery dress before returning to the road. I noticed how hard her nipples were. They were poking against the material of her costume.
I cleared my throat and breathed in deeply as Misty’s hand inched further up my thigh and squeezed the muscle in my leg. Her Calusa Harbor apartment building in the Cutler Bay Area came into view and I turned into the allotted parking space.
I turned off the ignition and faced her.
“Well, I got you here in one piece,” I said trying to put a stop to my wayward thoughts. Illicit thoughts that could lead me into a world of trouble that I knew I would regret in the long run.
“Thank you so much, Ronan, and thank you also for having your repairman check out my car. How can I ever repay you?” she asked with a suggestive look.
“You don’t have to repay me, Misty. What are friends for if they can’t help one another from time to time?”
“Is that how you see me, as a friend, Ronan?”
“A friend is a great place to start. Right?” I said answering her question with a question of my own.
“I’ll take being your friend any day,” she said with a sultry smile. “Since we are friends, you can walk me to my apartment door.”
“As your friend, that would be my pleasure,” I teased her before getting out of the SUV and walking around to the passenger side to open the door for her.
She slid down to the ground, and the slit of her dress slid open exposing her sexy thighs from her long dress.
Mercy me.
We walked to her apartment. She reached inside her purse to remove her key and unlocked the door before deactivating her alarm as she punched in a code. She then turned towards me, looking up into my eyes. My heart beat rapidly against my chest.
“Will you come in for a drink before you go?” she asked.
By the look in her eyes, I knew without a doubt she was offering me more. If I was using the good sense God gave me, I would have been making tracks going home to my wife. But my desire to be touched, and to feel again, held me in place. My need to feel the softness of a woman’s body against me and to become one with someone who understood that need washed over me with a desire that had long been denied. So I blocked out my voice of reasoning and threw away the key. What she was offering overruled my good senses.
“I will come in for one drink,” I said, not wanting our connection to end just yet.
She took my hand, led me inside, closed and locked the door behind us. She switched on the lights and the light flooded her two-level apartment with a swirling staircase that led to her bedroom.
“I’ll be right back,” she said. “Make yourself comfortable.
She walked away kicking off her stiletto heels along the way. I watched the way her ass jiggled beneath her dress. She entered the large kitchen and returned with a bottle of wine and two crystal goblets. I slid off my jacket and laid it across her red plush sofa. “Have a seat,” she said as she sat down on the sofa and made herself comfortable.
She handed me the wine bottle to open as she held our goblets for me to pour the wine. I sat the bottle aside after filling our goblets halfway. She handed over my glass and I took a sip of the fruity wine. She lifted her dress and pulled her feet beneath her, which revealed more of her bare legs for my perusal.
“Tell me, Ronan Michaels, do you want to make love to me?”
Damn. She’s not beating around the bush.
My eyes widened at her directness, and blood rushed straight to my cock. I tilted the contents of my wine and swallowed in one gulp before answering, “Yes.”
She stood and lifted her shimmering dress over her head. She shook her head as her bouncy curls settled against her shoulders. My eyes took in the black lacy bra and matching thong that encased her body. My cock sprung hard and uncomfortable against my slacks. I tugged my pant leg down trying to make room for my growing hardness.
“Do you like what you see, Ronan?” she asked eyeing my pleasurable discomfort with sexy amusement radiating from her eyes.
“You know I do, Misty. You are a very sexy lady,” I said standing to face the object of my desire. I towered over her and looked into her beautiful face.
Once I embarked upon this journey, there would be no turning back. This was one ride I never thought I would take in all the years of my marriage, but there was something about Misty Crewe that drove me to test the waters, to test the theory of the grass being greener on the other side.
Lord knows, my grass at home is full of weeds.
Thoughts warred in my soul before my craving to taste her tempting lips won out. Now I would see if her lips tasted as sweet as they looked. My head dipped to partake of her flavor. Her mouth opened readily beneath mine to receive my tongue. Our tongues dueled and parlayed against each other.
My question was finally answered. Her mouth was sweet as brown sugar, and her lips were soft and pliable beneath my own. Just. Like. Ruby.
She moaned against my mouth.
I pulled her soft, curvy body closer to my hard body.
“The bedroom is up the stairs to the right,” she muttered against my lips before breaking off the kiss.
She took my hand and led me up the apartment’s spiral staircase. I got a full view of her plump apple bottom that jiggled as she walked up each step. My hand reached out on its own volition to grab a handful of her moon shaped ass and squeezed before entering her bedroom. She looked back at me with a tempting smile before she left my side for a moment and switched on a dimly lit lamp to set off an intimate setting.
She sat on the end of her bed and crooked her finger at me to come forward. I walked towards her as if I was in a trance. Our lust for each other matched in proportions. I began to strip off my clothes as I made my way across the room towards her.
I quickly kicked off my shoes to strip off my slacks and silk boxer shorts to leave in a pile on the bedroom floor. By the time I arrived to the bed, I was as naked as the day I was born. I bent before her like Adam and she was my tempting Eve. I pulled her to me as my nose buried itself in her voluptuous cleavage to inhale her sweet and tangy scent.
I bit into the softness of one breast before unsnapping the front closure of her bra and tossing it aside. She threw her head back to reveal the vulnerable side of her neck. I leaned over to pepper soft kisses against the side of her neck before finding my way to her sweet lips once again.
Our tongues tangled and intertwined once again, tasting of the sweet and fruity wine we drank earlier. My hands found their way down to her flat stomach and down even further as I slid my hand beneath her black thong. My finger found her nub, which was already saturated with her sweet love juices. I rubbed my finger back and forth as she cried out her satisfaction from my manipulation.
My hand skimmed off her thong and threw it aside before I got my first view of her plump love nest. At this point, I was too far gone to turn back. My mouth watered from the sight of her neatly trimmed snatch that was trimmed like a landing strip. I immediately went down on my knees as if I was getting ready to worship. I spread her legs further apart before draping her succulent thighs over the wide expanse of my shoulders to get my first taste of her sweetness.
Oh, how I missed the taste of pussy, I thought as her love juices washed over my tongue like aphrodisiac from the gods. My long tongue entered her sweet cove to scoop more nectar into my mouth and washed down my throat giving me the utmost satisfaction as well as a natural high.
Misty moaned and undulated her hips against my mouth and tongue as I continued to love her orally. Her moans intensified as she came in my mouth with a gush. I swallowed down all of her sweetness wasting not one drop. My cock had surpassed being hard as granite by this point and needed assuaging in a bad way.
“Let me take care of you,” Misty slurred as if she was drunk off my good oral loving. Her eyes were narrowed to half slits as her long eyelashes helped hide them.
The great throbbing of my shaft demanded that I comply. “Damn, you’re hot as hell,” I muttered through tightly clenched jaws.
I stood and got onto the bed as she slid off the bed and onto her knees and pleasured me in the same way that I had just pleasured her. She took all of my nine inches into her hot mouth as she swirled her hot tongue up and down its velvety length. She licked her hot tongue from root to tip, allowing spit to coat my dick. Then, she repeated the action as I shuttered inwardly.
I leaned back on my elbows and watched the sight of her head bobbing up and down as she sucked me into her hot cavity. I moaned a deep guttural moan when her throat opened up and she deep throated me before letting my dick plop from her mouth.
There was a string of pre-cum that attached itself from my hardened cock to her plump, slick lips. Semen dripped from the head and dripped down the side of my hardness. Her pink tongue licked it clean before she climbed onto the bed and settled her entrance at the tip of my throbbing cock.
“Wait,” I said as my head became clear for a second. “I didn’t bring protection,” my voice trailed away with meaning.
She stood without a word and came back with an unopened box of condoms. She retrieved one from the box and tore it open to roll snugly onto my hardness. I relaxed on the bed as Misty rose above me with her voluptuous breast dangling in my face.
I took one perky nipple into my mouth as she slid her heat down onto my hardness. She began to grind and roll her hips against me in a slow grind. I grasped her hips in my big hands and pumped into her in earnest as pleasure sensations rocketed through me, causing my throbbing dick to feel the best pleasure it had received in a long time.
I shut my eyes and pushed all thoughts of Ruby and the betrayal I was committing against our marriage to the furthest recesses of my mind as Misty and I made love. Our sweat slicked bodies slapped against each other as we reached for the stars and moon towards a satisfaction that would take us to through the universe and back again with orgasmic delight.
“Damn,” I gritted between my teeth as I felt an orgasm build towards epic proportions.
“Ronan, I’m cumming!” Misty cried out as she rode my dick into revelation, cowgirl style.
Her wet pussy continuously slammed down on my cock. I grunted with each upward thrust into her hot walls. Misty’s eyes popped open to look into my silver gaze.
With unbridled passion exuding between us in that moment, I knew I was in imminent danger of this sexy ass woman. Misty Crewe’s had undeniably gotten in my blood in an instant of lost reasoning.
I gave into the moment and came with intensity, filling the condom with so much sperm that I wondered if it would hold it all. Misty’s body fell against my own, and I cradled her into my arms as we lie there thoroughly satisfied but depleted.
I don’t know when I drifted off to sleep, but I woke to realize it was three thirty in the morning. I was supposed to be home hours ago. I rolled Misty’s still sleeping form from my body and jumped from the bed in a panic.
“Don’t leave, Ronan,” Misty pleaded sitting up on the bed as she rubbed sleep from her eyes.
I looked at Misty as I hurriedly put on my clothes. “I have to go home, Misty. I can’t stay here. It wouldn’t be right,” I added.
Hell, I’m a married man. None of it is right.
I gathered my keys and stuck my feet into my shoes. “There’s no need for you to get up,” I said to Misty before she could move to see me to the door. “I’ll be sure to lock up behind me on my way out.”
I had to put space between us, so I could clear my head.
“I will see you at the office,” Misty called out to my back.
I didn’t answer her as I trotted down the spiral staircase and out the door with hopes that Ruby would still be sound asleep when I got home.
Chapter 18
Ronan
I let myself into our quiet home. The house was dark as I quickly punched in the code to diffuse the alarm. I reset it and tiptoed up the stairs to our bedroom. It was almost four in the morning. I knew the kids would be sound asleep. I just hoped Ruby wasn’t up waiting for me. I had rushed out of Misty’s apartment so fast, I didn’t even take the time to wash the remnants of our sexual interlude from my body.
Even though I’d picked up a bad addiction to Misty Crewe, I still loved my wife. Ruby could never find out about what I did. I silently crept up the stairs and into my bedroom like a thief in the night. When I opened the bedroom door, I was shocked to my very core to find Ruby sitting in the middle of our bed with a baby blue see through negligee on. Her hair was tousled and laid against her shoulders as her eyes met my own. I could tell from the sluggish look in her eyes, that she hadn’t long awaken.
“I got up a little while ago and have been waiting for you, Ronan. You guys must’ve really been partying tonight,” she said with an unreadable tone to her voice.
I didn’t know what to think about her appearance. She looked alive, more like her old self, and that unsettled me in some way.
“Yeah, you know how they can get sometimes.” I left it at that. “I didn’t expect to find you still awake though
,” I said not knowing what else to say.
Guilt coursed through me as I looked at my beautiful wife. I had just left the bed of my new lover, only to come home to my wife who I had promised my heart and body to for the rest of my life. How was I ever going to look Ruby in the eyes again without guilt?
The smell of Misty’s perfume and sex overwhelmed my senses still. I could still taste her pussy juices on my lips and on my tongue, when Ruby’s soft eyes assessed me.
“Did you enjoy the rest of the masquerade ball, Ronan? What were you guys doing so late?” she asked.
I felt like she could see through me. My heart raced against my chest as I stood frozen in the one spot I was standing. I forced my feet to move forward into the bedroom and closed the door behind me.
“Yes, I enjoyed it. I just hate that you didn’t feel well enough to stay. You would have enjoyed yourself,” I truthfully admitted.
And if you had stayed, she would’ve saved me from myself, I rationalized internally.
I walked towards the bathroom.
“I’m sorry.”
“No need to apologize, Ruby. Let me take a quick shower and get ready for bed,” I told her before closing the bathroom door behind me. I breathed deeply and looked into the mirror. I looked the same on the outside, but I had changed on the inside all in one night’s time, or maybe not. The change on the inside of me had been coming on gradually; I just wasn’t ready to admit it.
I stripped off my clothes and grabbed a trash bag from under the bathroom sink to stuff them in. I pushed the bag with the clothes far under the sink so I could have them laundered myself. Misty’s scent would undoubtedly be mixed with mine on the worn clothes.
I stepped into the shower and washed vigorously to remove the treachery from my body. I washed and washed until the water grew chilled…still I let the cool water run over my body to punish me for my actions. I finally shut off the water and stepped from the shower to dry off before slipping on a pair of pajama bottoms. I walked over to the sink and spread a liberal amount of toothpaste on my toothbrush before brushing away the taste of Misty from my mouth and rinsing my mouth out with some Listerine.
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