It was my dream, my secret fantasy. I’d harbored it for years, holding it close to me and keeping it my secret.
With twenty years of marriage behind us I was committed to my wife and she to me. We both knew that we were going to be together for the rest of our lives, and everything that happened next was an inevitability.
I can’t believe he wants me to do this. I can’t believe he wants to see me with another man. I can’t believe this is his fantasy, but I don’t know how I could possibly deny him this.
As far as fantasies go it was odd but rather innocuous. I wasn’t thrilled about the idea of being with someone who was not my husband, but after twenty years this was all he wanted as an anniversary gift. How could I say no?
It’s almost perfect, the two of them together. It’s almost everything that I’ve ever wanted and that night was more than I deserve. But I’m still not satisfied. I’m still craving more.
Ever since she gave me what I wanted I can’t get the images of that night out of my head. I can’t forget about the sight of her and that handsome stranger together. I can’t stop thinking about it and wanting to experience it again.
I didn’t mean to do it. I didn’t mean to find a connection with that man. I didn’t mean to meet him again when my husband wasn’t around.
I just can’t help myself.
I can’t stop thinking about him. Can’t forget about his hard body and the way he made me feel. Can’t stop falling for this man who is anything but my husband, who is new and exciting and strong and hard. Who can make me feel again after all these years.
I’m cheating on my husband, and I don’t know how to stop.
Excerpt
My heart was pounding, but if anyone could give me a run for my money on heart rate it was probably Avril. I could tell she was nervous, and I could almost read a bit of excitement bubbling beneath the surface there as well. She was turned to the side as he came in close to her, and I could see both of them as they stared at each other.
He had hunger and an edge of hardness in his vision, but she was nearly breathless with nerves. Her lips were slightly parted, her eyes big and wide and open. Her head was ducked back a bit and her fingers nervously played with the material of her dress as he stepped up to her and reached out for her for the first time.
Bruce pulled her in, pulled her close so that her body was pressed against his, so that his strong arms were holding her tight in his grip. They never broke eye contact during this time, and I think all of us held our breath as he drew closer and closer to her, as his lips parted slightly and his eyes began to close.
I watched, unable to tear my vision away from it as his lips brushed lightly against hers before she turned away. It was a whisper of a touch, and when he pressed on he wound up kissing her cheek while she was turned to face me.
Avril locked eyes with me, watching me as I watched them. He kissed her cheek and then down to her jaw, down to her neck as his hands slipped around from her waist to the small of her back and it happened.
The tiniest of the most imperceptible of changes, a slight shift in the way she held herself. A relaxation of her body as she melted into his arms and his intention.
She let Bruce take control and he did, sliding his hands up her back to her shoulder blades and beyond. Letting him slip the straps of her dress over her shoulders and letting him tug down.
It was a loose fitting dress, a nearly sheer material that hugged her body and showed it off when she walked but loose enough that with the slightest touch it would slide off of her and puddle to the ground around her feet with graceful ease.
She seemed nervous, seemed uncertain. She was quivering a bit as he stepped away from her and took in the sight of her.
She looked amazing, clad in a lacy red pair of panties and bra. She may have been wearing something, but all of her was on full display.
He could see her just as well as I could, could see the lines of toned muscle in her body and the soft swell of her curves. He could see the tan and smooth skin, her flawless body laid out in plain view for him as he moved her with steady and in control hands over to and then down on the bed.
It was clear that she was nervous, that she was uncertain. It was clear that he had every intention of showing her the truth of what he could offer. That Bruce was taking control to make sure that she wouldn’t have a moment’s regret.
He lay her on the bed and her hands moved up to cover her face. I could see a flush in her cheeks as she pressed her palms into her eyes, and my heart reached out for her but I knew that I couldn’t stop anything. I was too invested in this moment to stop it, and I had a feeling that she was in the exact same place as I was.
Bruce moved down beneath her feet as she pulled her legs up towards her body. He caught them, gently but firmly guiding them apart as his head ducked between them.
And he kissed her, a gentle and teasing kiss on the inside of her thigh that made her hiss with delight and surprise. He pressed on before she had even a moment to register with it, moving in and down and over to the other side.
His kisses moved steadily but slowly down between her legs. Light at first but building in force and deliberate intention. He pressed on as her body responded to that, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to contain her breath.
I watched her hands move from her eyes, her eyes that stayed firmly shut, to clench and grab the sheets between her fingers. I watched as she trembled and then drew still, quieter and quieter the closer he got to his final destination.
And then he found it, dipping down between her and kissing her deeply through her panties.
From my seat in the corner, I couldn’t see everything, her leg and his head was in the way, but I could see her responding to him. I could see her body rising up to meet him, warming to him as the blush in her cheeks found a home on her breasts and she started to move out of her own control.
I watched her back arch, her grip on the sheets tighten. I watched her hips move to buck against his face as his fingers dipped between her thighs right alongside his lips and tongue and when she moaned I knew that he was tasting her.