Illicit Affection
Natasha Hunter
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Illicit Affection was formly published as ‘Enticed’.
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I met Rogan in college, my very first year, and I can say it was love at first sight. He was every girl's dream: tall, dark haired, with dreamy blue eyes and a chiseled face. He came from a wealthy family that could be traced back to the landing at Jamestown, and had style, charm, and charisma like no man I'd ever met before.
Despite his rugged good looks, family wealth and social status, my parents had a difficult time accepting that I wanted to marry Rogan. They didn't like the age difference. He was twenty-nine after all, and I was only eighteen. I guess it also didn't help that he was my history professor.
Despite all of that, we started dating and before long, my parents accepted the fact that we were crazy about each other.
We married the following Summer and lived a perfectly happy life for the next four years. Once I graduated, we moved down South and bought a lovely old house in the town where he grew up. He took a job at a local university, and I sought out a teaching position at an all girl's school nearby.
We had the entire summer together.
Rogan's family owned a summer house out on one of the islands nearby; a two story plantation styled house with huge white columns and a wrap around porch. We planned to stay the whole summer before the fall semester started.
I went out a few days before Rogan, in hopes of getting everything ready. The house came with staff, and I was able to spend several days doing nothing but sunbathing and reading.
That weekend, Rogan joined me and brought his childhood friend, Jude.
I tried not to show my disappointment that first night, as we all dined on the patio overlooking the water. I had envisioned having Rogan all to myself, and now suddenly I had to share him.
Despite my initial disappointment, I grew to enjoy Jude's company. He was as charming as Rogan, and very easy to be around. We spent our mornings on the beach or boating. During the hottest part of the day, we'd go inside and relax in the shade playing cards, listening to music and drinking. In the evening, once it had started to cool a little outside, we'd move out onto the pier and share a bottle of wine. It was a lazy, indulgent, and utterly perfect summer.
Everything changed one night, while we were inside playing cards and drinking. I had just returned from the kitchen with a fresh new bottle of brandy.
"She wants you," Rogan said to Jude, in such a lighthearted tone as he might use mentioning something as trivial as the weather. He stood up and took the bottle from my hand and refilled our glasses.
"Pardon?" said Jude, smiling as if he were expecting to hear the end of a joke.
"Lydia wants you," Rogan repeated with such certainty that I wondered if he could somehow read my mind. My body trembled at the thought. Somehow, along the way, I had become undeniably attracted to Jude, but tried to push the traitorous thoughts to the back of my mind. He was Rogan's friend, and now mine. How could I let myself think of him in any other fashion?
Jude's expression darkened slightly as he looked between us, his face etched with uncertainty.
"Go on, Lydia. Tell him."
I stared at Rogan and met his gaze with a disapproving frown. "Stop it. I am not going to dignify that with a response. Please don't upset our little party, Rogan."
"Darling." He took a sip of his drink then gave me that charming smile of his, an irresistible smirk that wrapped me around his little finger. "It's okay Lydia. It's nothing more than biology, chemistry, what have you. I can tell by that little bloom of color that warms your face every time Jude looks at you." He stroked his thumb across my cheek then cupped my chin.
I tried to look down, but he wouldn't allow it. "Look at me. Tell me you don't want him."
With great reluctance, I lifted my gaze and met his. "I only want you," I replied.
"Liar," he whispered seductively, his breath warm against my mouth. He parted my lips and kissed me slowly. I could taste the brandy he'd been drinking. After breaking the kiss, he turned my body to face Jude. "You love only me, but sex has little to do with love. Sex is a craving of the body, not the heart."
"Rogan, please," I begged.
He pushed me towards Jude; my knees bumped into his. My heart hammered erratically as I stood there.
"My dear, friend. Here is your chance to taste my darling little wife. I give you my full blessing," he said gregariously. "All you have to do is pull her sweet little panties down and bury your face in her pretty little pussy."
"Rogan! You're drunk," Jude exclaimed.
"Be that as it may, it changes nothing. You are going to lick my wife's pussy, and I am going to watch."
I shuddered, feeling as if my knees were about to give out. Instinctively, my fingers curled into the fabric of my skirt; sweat beaded against the back of my neck. "You don't have to do this," I whispered breathlessly.
"But he wants to," Rogan said, after taking another long sip from his glass.
Jude stared up at me from where he sat on the sofa, his gaze questioning. It was as if he were silently asking my permission.
I wet my lips nervously, still tasting Rogan's kiss. Some deep, dark part of me wanted this; was thrilled by this opportunity to have another man touch me there. Intimately. Just the thought of it was enough to send a jolt of desire sweeping through my body. I could feel the heat between my thighs and knew I was moist.
'Surely he will stop this before it goes too far,' I thought, laying the blame back on my husband. I did not want to deal with the consequences of what might happen later, after the moment. I didn't want to think of it, of what it might mean for Rogan and I. I could only anticipate the feel of Jude's tongue, and the touch of his hands. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I gave Jude a nod of my head, giving him permission to do as my husband offered.
Jude never broke eye contact with me as he grazed his hands along my calves. His touch felt like wild electricity sparking within, causing waves of heat and pinpricks of sensation everywhere he touched me. Slowly, his hands kneaded into my skin, massaging gently. He moved them higher, just above my knees.
All I could do was stand there and concentrate on not collapsing to the ground. He slid to the edge of the sofa while inching his hands higher, beneath my skirt, rolling it up.
'This isn't happening,' I told myself as I felt his fingers at the edge of my panties. He curled them around the waistband and pulled them down. I braced myself against his shoulder with one hand as I stepped out of them. He pushed my thighs apart and suddenly his face was inches from my wet heat. I could smell my arousal and became embarrassed by it. Fever flushed my cheeks as I felt him give the slightest of licks along the crease of my shaved pussy lips.
I groaned and tightened my fingers into his shoulder.
Instead of deepening the intimate kiss, he grazed his lips down to my thighs and kissed them. His tongue was everywhere but that one sensitive place that I wanted it. The anticipation stoked a roaring fire deep in my belly. My body was tense and taut, every nerve ending stretched with want.
He teased me for what felt like an eternity, until I was moaning loudly for more, "Please, please," I begged.
Rogan's seductive, commanding voice forced my attention to him. "Tell him what you want, sweetheart." His tone was husky. Excited.
"I want him to lick me." I half groaned, half pleaded.
"Where? Tell him where you want to be li
cked," Rogan commanded.
"I want..." I hesitated, having a hard time saying the words.
"Tell him."
"I want him to lick my pussy," I barely managed to whisper.
I glanced over to Rogan as he groaned. His sultry, dark eyes locked with mine. I could tell that the sight of us together was exciting him.
Encouraged, I moved my hand behind Jude's head and twisted my fingers into his soft, brown curls. I guided his head, easing him towards my pussy. I was dying to feel his tongue on that sensitive little bud that was pulsing with glistening heat.
He stroked his finger between my nether lips, parting them, toying with them. His nose pressed into the fleshy mound above my slit as he delved his tongue between my folds.
Everything was lost to me at that moment, except the feeling of Jude's tongue. I no longer worried about Rogan or felt guilty for wanting Jude. The room faded as my eyes partially closed. My breath came in short, quick gasps. Jude lapped at my clit hungrily; his soft lips mashed against my vulva. I could feel my wetness against his face as I rubbed myself provocatively against him.
His fingers were everywhere, his touch magnetic. He slid a hand between my thighs and rubbed a fingertip against my ass, circling it with his index finger. The dual sensations sizzled through my blood; the flame heightened, and I knew that I was on the cusp of orgasm.
"Lydia," Rogan called out, forcing my attention towards him. I was panting, unable to bear the wicked assault. "Don't cum, sweetheart."
I clenched my teeth together and sucked in the warm, humid air, forcing myself from tumbling over the edge into that honeyed, sweet bliss that I knew was waiting for me.
Rogan moved behind me and pulled my hair over to one shoulder, baring the back of my neck. I felt his tongue against my flushed skin; he drug it flat from one side to the other as he snaked a hand around me to grab my breast.
His hand slipped beneath my shirt, and he began to fondle my perky nipple over my lacy bra. I wanted to scream out, wanted to fall into the blissful oblivion of orgasm, but still I resisted. I wanted to please my husband.
"You're incredibly beautiful, sweetheart," he cooed against my ear as he toyed with my nipple.
Jude had moved both of his hands to my hips, holding me tightly as he writhed his tongue into my pussy.
Rogan deftly unbuttoned my shirt with his other hand and easily pulled it from my shoulders. Before I could protest, he unclasped my bra- not that I wanted to protest. I wanted, above all things, this sweet release.
My gaze collided with Jude's. A look of lust burned in his mesmerizing, dark green eyes. His licks became slower, teasingly as he pulled off of my clit to kiss my mound.
Rogan cupped my breasts; they filled his palms perfectly. He flicked his thumbs across my hardened nipples, giving them a pinch as he sunk his teeth into my shoulder. His tongue rolled around in circles as he suckled me, grazing his teeth lightly across my skin.
"How does it feel to have another man's tongue in your pussy?" Rogan asked hoarsely as he nibbled at my ear.
"Incredible," I whispered.
"Do you want to suck his cock?"
"Yes," I answered honestly, knowing it would be pointless to lie. Rogan knew me too well; he would know any false word I could utter.
"Mmm. I'm going to fuck you while you suck his cock, baby."
Hearing our vulgar exchange, Jude gave a little moan, the sound muffled against my cunt.
My fingers tightened in Jude's hair as I ground myself against his tongue, his face. Sensations rippled from my pussy and spread throughout my entire body as I moaned. Before I could orgasm, I pulled away from Jude, desperate to please my husband.
I collapsed back against Rogan as I tried to catch my breath. "Please!"
Rogan gave my ass a little slap. "Not yet, love. Now bend over." He maneuvered me around the sofa so that he could push me down over the sofa arm. He bunched my skirt higher up around my waist while grabbing both of my cheeks. I could feel his fingers tracing the tan line created by my bikini.
Jude shifted on the sofa and pulled his shorts and boxers down enough to free his cock. The fabric bunched up beneath his balls, jutting them up beneath his swollen prick. I immediately wrapped my hand around it, admiring his girth. My fingers barely fit around it; he was so thick.
I touched him softly at first, lightly tracing a thick, purple vein up the length of him with the tip of my finger.
Behind me, I could feel Rogan teasing my drenched pussy lips with the tip of his erection. I ached to feel him inside of me. My insides involuntarily quivered, wanting him there.
Jude watched as I hovered my mouth over his meat, my warm breath heating his red swollen head. He tensed with anticipation, and I smiled devilishly at him. I wanted this. I wanted to taste his cock, to give him as much pleasure as he'd just given me.
"Suck him off, baby," I heard Rogan say behind me.
"Mmm," I muttered in response, making Jude wait a few more moments, teasing him as he teased me. Finally, I lapped at the pearly liquid pooling at his tiny slit. I wiggled my tongue around, causing him to leak more pre-cum. I curled my tongue, bringing up a strand of glistening cum from his cock to my lips.
He moaned a delicious sound, and I giggled, enjoying this power I had over him. Stroking him with one hand, I braced the other against the sofa cushion. I lowered my head and flicked my tongue across his smooth balls; my hair tumbled across his lap.
I nibbled and licked while rubbing my thumb across the head of his prick, smearing his wetness around in slow, teasing circles.
Rogan spread my ass cheeks apart and drug the tip of his cock from my wetness up the crease of my bottom, rubbing it against my puckered hole. I groaned loudly, seconds before I took Jude into my mouth. Rogan teased me relentlessly, grinding against my ass while he wrapped his hand around my hip to finger my clit.
My lips stretched wide around Jude's silky, hard erection. Red lipstick smeared against his taut skin as I eased more of him into my mouth. He'd been swimming earlier, and I could taste the salt of the ocean upon him.
I groaned around Jude's cock as I felt Rogan between the crease of my cheeks, shoving my legs further apart and tilting my hips ever so slightly so that the head of his cock was pressing against my opening.
Jude raked his fingers through my hair as Rogan plunged into my tight, wet hole. My head bobbed as I made loud slurping sounds, his cock gliding between my taut lips smoothly.
Rogan's fingers dug into my skin as he held me in place, thrusting into me at a slow pace. I tightened my muscles around him, savoring the feel of him buried deep inside of me.
My eyes were lowered, half lidded, as I worked upon Jude's cock. I enjoyed the feel and taste of him, relishing every little grunt and groan he gave. He tightened his fingers in my hair as I quickened the pace. He pulled a bit, trying to slow my hungry advances, but I wouldn't be stopped. I devoured his prick greedily, using my hand to stroke him while I sucked him.
"Oh fuck," Jude groaned, and I knew he would come soon. He pulled his hands from my hair, as I stole a glance over my shoulder to look at Rogan. His shirt was undone, and I could see a sheen of sweat across his well defined chest. He smiled at me as he leaned over my back and gave it a lick.
I returned my attention to Jude's cock. My lips wrapped around him, and I sucked him into the back of my throat. Breathing through my nose, I used my tongue to massage his hardness.
We clasped hands; our fingers intertwined. His other hand stroked the side of my face. "Dammit Lydia," he muttered sensually. "You are fucking amazing."
Rogan pounded into me, causing my belly to rub harshly against the sofa arm, my entire body jolting with each thrust. I could tell he was nearing climax.
We continued at our frenzied pace for a few moments longer until Rogan groaned as he pumped into me, spilling his seed. Jude arched slightly and thrust up into my mouth, moaning as he came. Instinctively I swallowed and lavished a long, lingering lick around his cock, greedily lapping up the ex
tra few spurts of milky white cum.
Rogan pulled me up from behind, and grasped one of my breasts while his other hand shot down between my thighs. His cum dripped from my pussy as he bent my knee and pressed my leg onto the sofa arm. He fondled my clit and pulled my pussy lips apart, showing off my pink folds to Jude.
"Tell her how much you enjoyed her," Rogan said before clamping his mouth down onto the side of my neck.
"Lydia, you are a goddess," Jude replied as he idly stroked his semi-hard cock. His ravenous gaze was hot and lustful as he watched Rogan's fingers slipping into my slick, cum filled pussy.
Jude sat upon his knees in front of me on the sofa. He pinched my nipple and licked my stomach as Rogan fingered my cunt. His tongue delved into my bellybutton.
Oh, they felt good. Rogan pulled my chin towards his and sucked my tongue from my mouth, tangling and clashing his expertly against mine.
"Come for us, darling," Rogan demanded as he licked the side of my face. His fingers probed my wet depths, plunging deeper into me.
The pressure built, heightened with each thrust of his fingers, with every tantalizing lick of Jude's tongue. My breath caught as they brought me to an intense, sweeping orgasm. I gasped as the euphoric sensations devoured me. Sensations rippled from my pussy and spread throughout my entire body as I moaned. The orgasm came in waves, ripple after ripple, making my body jerk and shudder.
Without another word to Jude, Rogan scooped me up and carried me off to our bedroom.
Hours later, I relaxed in the bathtub with the lights off. I had lit several white candles and scattered them around the room. My bubbled water had turned cold with only the slightest traces of white suds left floating across the surface.
I pulled my knees to my chest and rested my chin upon them. Beyond the window, the ocean glistened beneath the moonlight as it spilled across the water. It was a beautiful sight, one of my favorites usually, but I couldn't enjoy it. Every other second my thoughts drifted back to the encounter.
Oh god, what have we done?
So many emotions warred within me: love, lust, jealousy, and betrayal. How could I go through with such a thing? What had come over me? I loved my husband, dammit. I never wanted anyone else, so why did I do it? I felt such shame and wondered how Rogan could accept such a thing, how could he want me after knowing I was such a wanton whore!
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