I woke to the vibration of so much wanting in my body, I could barely stand it.
Cynthia.
The tight, firm backside. The milky-soft breasts. The fierce hazel eyes that had been so full of hatred and disdain, had lately been filled with…what?
She’d stayed. I had been truthful in the offer of the ten thousand dollars. If she would let me have her one more time, I’d repay her in kind. She did. She allowed my seduction, and gave into it. She’d let me stroke and suck and explode inside her.
I could not forget how good it felt. I wanted more. I wanted to feel her body against mine, and taste her sweet, soft lips again.
But I would have let her go.
She didn’t leave, but she wouldn’t let me touch her again. She wouldn’t even speak to me, aside from perfunctory mentions about the children. This had been going on for months.
But, Julia was going away for the weekend to visit her sister, and she was taking the kids. We would be alone again and I could bear the distance no longer.
After they left, I went downstairs to the sight of Cynthia tidying the living room, bending over to pick up toys. I quietly crept up behind her, sliding my fingers under her sundress, lightly brushing against the lacy fabric of her underwear.
“Cynthia, I want you again,” I murmured. She stopped in mid-motion, dropping the toys, and I slipped my fingers underneath the lace and began gently stroking the fat lips of her vagina. As I eased my fingers back and forth over her clit, she moaned loudly.
“Kyle, ohhh…please…”
“I want you to feel what I’ve been feeling for months. Goddammit, Cynthia. Do you have any idea how much I want you?”
She slipped her underwear down, shapely buttocks in the air as she bent against the coach, gyrating against my fingers.
“Yes, yes…oh it feels so good….”
“That’s right, baby.” Her vagina was hot and soaking wet, and I fingered her faster and faster. “Tell me you wanted this again.”
Her replies came in fevered moans, and I kept fingering her until she came, collapsing against the sofa.
I took her in my arms. “You still hate me?” I told myself I didn’t care about the answer, but, the truth is, I did.
She laid her head on my chest. She was crying. I didn’t expect that. I hated it. It felt as if someone was slicing away at the steel inside me that I’d built up for so long. The steel I’d transformed into charm and seductiveness, and power. The power of my wealthy lifestyle, the socialite wife, the beautiful children. The power behind my decision to have the sexy nanny as well. It all felt strangely tenuous. I summoned it back.
“Stop crying. Talk to me. Why didn’t you take the money and leave?”
Cynthia brushed the tears from her eyes and shook her head. “I don’t know why I stayed. I don’t even know if I hate you anymore.” She emitted a bitter little laugh. “I should go, but I can’t leave the children. I love them.” She stood up and walked over to the window, staring into nothingness, it seemed. I followed her and pulled her close to me again.
Holding her so near me, I felt oddly protective.
“No other reason for you to stay?”
“Why else would I?” Her hazel eyes lifted up to mine and I lowered my mouth down on hers. She reached for me in greedy passion, and I kissed down her neck into her shapely, luscious breasts. She groaned with desire while I sucked her taut nipples. I felt electric jolts run through my body. She wanted me as much as I did her and it felt so damn good.
I picked her up and carried her into the guest room, laying her onto the bed. She pulled off her dress, and then feverishly undid my pants, releasing my cock. It was rock hard and throbbing with need. She pulled it into her mouth and my knees nearly buckled from the warm softness of her tongue. She sucked my meat, enveloping it with her lips. Up and down, exploring every part of it.
I dug my fingers into her hair, hypnotized by how amazing it felt.
“Oh, Cynthia…fuck, yes!”
She grabbed my meat and slipped it between her breasts, squeezing and sliding while I moaned with pleasure. Between the breasts, back inside her mouth. Breasts…mouth…breasts…mouth. Faster and faster. I was dizzy with ecstasy.
When I finally released all my pent up sexual desire in a stream of white fluid, I collapsed on the bed, completely spent. She laughed and toweled me off.
“I sure hope that’s not all you’ve got left.”
I grinned tiredly. “Give me a minute, okay?”
My heart was still pounding. I was in a haze of infatuation. I wanted to take Cynthia away with me for weeks. Some island in the Caribbean, where I could have her any time I wanted.
She was sitting up next to me on the bed now. “What are we doing, Kyle?” Her beautiful eyes searched mine. “Are we just going to keep doing this behind your wife’s back? Are we having an affair?”
I reached for her with a lazy smile. “I thought we were making each other feel good.”
She sighed, slipping into my arms. “It feels too good. That’s the problem.”
I nuzzled her ear. “Well, we can stop any time you want. As for myself, I’m pretty sure I’m never going to stop wanting you.”
“What if Julia finds out? What about Joel and Cassie? I feel so horribly guilty. That’s why I kept away from you for so long.”
I shrugged lightly. “Julia and I are adults. We’ll deal with the fallout, if it comes to that. And we will always love and take care of our children, no matter what happens.” I traced my fingers over her lush breasts. “Besides, if she finds out, that means you get me all to yourself and I can take you away from here.”
I meant it. I cared for Julia in my way, but I had no sexual desire for her. All I wanted was Cynthia, which was both terrifying and delightful.
“You have no idea how much power you have over me,” I said quietly. I kissed her deeply, holding her tightly in my arms.
I wanted to take away her guilt and put her mind at ease. But, her warmth and sweetness was so intoxicating, that all I’d managed to do was to chip away at the steel, and allow Cynthia inside.
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