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“Fuck!”
Cassie started awake as I sat up. “What? What is it?”
“What time is it?”
She looked over at the clock on her bedside table.
“Quarter to five… why?- oh…” realization dawned on her. I had to get home now.
“Fuck. Fuck! Where are my pants?” I scrambled out of the bed, adrenaline waking me up.
“Here,” she tossed my shirt to me, a slight note of bitterness in her voice.
“Cassie…”
“I know, I know, you have to get back to your wife.” The last word had an edge on it. “I just wish you could stay.”
“You know I can’t… Jesus, what did I do?”
She sighed. “Was it really so bad?”
“No… Yes! I mean, god, it was fantastic, but I’m married, Cassie!”
“…I know. I know, I’m sorry. You’re right.”
I finished pulling my shirt on and looked at her. She was standing naked, arms crossed, looking down at the floor. The light from the window caught her hair in a reddish gold halo and gave her skin a warm glow. “God, she’s beautiful,” I thought, and my cock stirred slightly in my pants.
I shook myself from my reverie. “OK, look, this is my fault, not yours.” “No, I shouldn’t have invited you up.” “I could have said no,” I said, scanning the room for my shoes. “That is true… OK, it’s all your fault.”
She smirked playfully at me. I fought back a sudden urge to throw her back onto the bed and take that smirk away.
“OK, I really have to go.” I started towards the door.
“Wait!” Even in my current state, her plea brought me to a halt.
“Can we see each other again?”
“I don’t…” I couldn’t bring myself to say no to her. The thought of hurting her was more than I could deal with right then. “I don’t know, I can’t talk about this right now.” I left before she could respond.
—
I broke the speed limit by varying degrees the entire way home. Sarah was usually home by six, and It was 5:45 when I finally pulled into the driveway. Her car wasn’t there yet, and I fought back a wave of relief as I hurried into the house; I still had to shower the smell of sex off my body before she got home. I made it into the bathroom, disrobed, turned the shower on, and stepped in, barely giving the water time to heat up.
As I scrubbed my body, the hot water washing the evidence of my infidelity down the drain, I thought back over the events of the afternoon. I couldn’t believe that I’d let this happen, that I’d cheated on my wife. I’d never be able to look her in the eye again. I’d never be able to look at myself in the mirror again. And Cassie…!
I thought of Cassie, sitting alone, vulnerable, abandoned after I rushed out the door. “Shit, why are you worried about her?” I upbraided myself. “Yeah, this is your fault, but she knew you were married.”
I played through the memory of the things we’d done, the various ways in which I’d just betrayed Sarah with another woman. I remembered the softness of Cassie’s lips against my own as we kissed passionately, the feel of her bare skin under my exploring hands, the firmness of her nipples in my mouth. I thought about the way she stared into my eyes as she knelt before me, sucking my cock, the sensation of her mouth around me, the small noises she made as she sucked me off. Looking down, I realized that I was absentmindedly stroking my cock. I closed my eyes and let the memory take over my thoughts as I gripped my cock more firmly and began to stroke faster.
There was a knock at the bathroom door. My heart stopped.
“Chris?” Sarah called out. I heard the bathroom door open.
“Hey baby, welcome home!” I tried to calmly call back. I hoped the sound of the running water would cover the panic in my voice.
“Is everything OK? You usually don’t shower in the evening.”
My mind raced. “Yeah, I went a little too hard at the gym.” “Mmm, my big strong man. OK. I’m gonna get dinner started.”
“All right, babe. I’ll be out in a minute,” I said.
She closed the door and left me alone with my shame.
—
When I sat down at the table, I’d expected not to have an appetite, based on the pit in my stomach, but, when the food was in front of me, I suddenly found that I was famished. Apparently, I’d burned some real calories earlier in the day, and my body wanted fuel and didn’t care how I felt about it.
Sarah talked about her day, seemingly oblivious to my inner torment, and I did my best to listen attentively. I knew I should come out with the truth, and, at a lull in the conversation, I tried to work up the nerve to do so, my fork poking at food on my plate. When I looked up at her, though, the words wouldn’t come. I finally gave up and shoved a bite of broccoli in my mouth.
“How was your day?”
I forced the half chewed food down my throat, my eyes watering with the effort. “Mmf. Fine,” I said, wiping my mouth.
“I called the office this afternoon, and Bill said you’d taken off early.”
There was nothing in her tone that told me she was suspicious, no edge, but I felt ice up my spine anyway.
“Oh, adana escort yeah. I met up with an old work buddy for lunch, and it turned into an afternoon. You remember Ray?”
I hoped I sounded nonchalant.
“Oh yeah! How is he?”
I studied her face, but couldn’t see any signs of what she might be thinking.
“Good. Still Ray, same as ever. We had a nice time catching up.”
She went back to her plate. “Well, we should all go and get a drink sometime. Is he seeing anyone?”
I honestly didn’t know. Ray and I had kept infrequent contact in the last few years. Still, he’d been a good friend, and I hoped that I could count on him if I needed to, now that I’d pulled him into my lie.
“Not that he mentioned. I’ll ask him next time.”
“If he’s single, we could set him up with Tanya.”
“From your office? I thought she was going out with that guy, what’s his name? Greg.”
I let a cautious wave of relief pass over me as we began gossiping about her coworkers and their personal lives. The rest of dinner went by smoothly. I cleaned up after, and we spent the evening watching a movie on the couch, just like any other night.
—
I spent the next few weeks doing everything I could to make it up to my wife. I took her out to dinner at her favorite restaurant. I made breakfast in bed on the weekend. I bought her a new tennis bracelet “Just because.” She might have wondered about my newfound devotion, but she didn’t complain about it.
Most importantly, I didn’t call or text Cassie at all. She had sent one message asking to talk, which I ignored. This was more difficult than it should have been; for all my guilt and shame, I couldn’t keep her out of my mind. I caught myself thinking about the incredible softness of her skin, the way her hair shone in the sunlight, the color of her eyes, the way her lips curled into a smile. Once again, Sarah found herself the unwitting recipient of my sexual frustrations. I was insatiable. We fucked like newlyweds, and I was almost able to convince myself that things were all right.
Still, being a husband meant fulfilling certain duties, one of which was attending social events. One of Sarah’s old college friends was getting married, and Sarah was a bridesmaid. I’d only met Jessica, the bride, two or three times, and would have preferred a night at home with the house to myself, maybe a beer or two and an old movie, but Sarah needed her arm candy, so I dug my suit out of the closet.
The wedding venue was a country club, one of the nicer ones I’d seen. The ceremony was to take place outdoors under the setting sun. We arrived early so that Sarah could take photos with the other bridesmaids, and I kicked around the grounds for a while by myself, killing time. Eventually, more guests began to arrive, so I wandered back for a drink. As I approached, I noticed a woman standing near the bar, facing away from me. I froze.
“It can’t be,” I thought to myself. My eyes scanned over the octopus tattoo on her shoulder, the star at the base of her neck.
Fuck.
I was formulating a plan to disappear into the bramble of guests when Cassie turned and noticed me. She was mid-conversation with another woman, and she stopped. The other woman followed her gaze to me, then said something that looked like a question to Cassie, who responded without taking her eyes off of me. I couldn’t have looked away if I wanted to; She was wearing a simple black dress that hugged her curves lovingly, cut just low enough to show a hint of cleavage. Her hair was pulled up away from her slender neck, twisted and coiled into a loose, elaborate bun at the back of her head, auburn locks hanging free in tendrils near her ears. The hem of her dress ended mid-thigh, and I forced my mind away from the memory of how the skin of her legs felt on my palms.
She made some kind of remark to her friend and began to walk towards me. I was locked in place, and watched her friend turn back to the bar.
“What are you doing here?” She said to me, her arms crossed.
“Me? What are you doing here?” I returned, cleverly.
She shook her head. “The groom is my cousin. Your turn.”
“My wife is a bridesmaid.” I folded my arms now. She looked at me for a moment. “You’re kidding me.”
“Afraid not.”
She lifted her hands to run them through her hair, stopping herself as she remembered her braids. “Well, this is awkward,” she said, and then laughed.
Something in the sound of that laugh cracked the iron knot I had in my stomach, the one that had been there for weeks. The ridiculousness of our situation hit me, and, before I knew it, I was laughing too. I pulled myself together and saw that she was smiling warmly at me. “It’s nice to see you laugh,” she said. “I thought you hated me.”
I was taken aback.
“Hated you? Why would you think that?”
“I messaged you and you never responded, you didn’t call me, you just disappeared.”
I could see hurt in her eyes, and ankara escort I felt it in my heart.
“I’m sorry. I guess I kinda freaked out.”
She held up a hand. “No, no. I’m the one who should be sorry. I… I didn’t plan any of… what happened. I just want you to know. And I understand why you don’t want anything to do with me.”
“Anything to do with you? I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind!”
It was out of my mouth before I could stop it, before I even knew I was going to say it. Her hand dropped slowly and she stared at me with a look in her eyes that I couldn’t place. “Oh.”
We stood there in silence for a moment.
“So, what are we gonna do about this?” She asked tentatively. Just then, the officiant’s voice came over the speakers nearby, asking everyone to find their seats. “I guess we’d better go,” I nodded in the direction of the gathering crowd of guests. “Yeah, I guess so,” she replied, turning away from me. We joined the stream of people making their way towards the rows of chairs and separated to our respective sides.
The ceremony went by without a hitch. I did my best to keep my eyes forward, sneaking only one or two glances at Cassie, across the aisle. She didn’t seem to have the same problem I did paying attention, just watched the ceremony, clearly happy for her cousin. I caught myself admiring her smile, and resolved to keep my mind where it needed to be.
Afterwards, when the guests adjourned to the reception inside, I found my seat at an empty table and waited for Sarah. I knew there would be another slew of pictures before the party entered, so I sipped at a bourbon and watched the guests mill around me. Before long, I felt the light touch of a hand on my shoulder, and looked up to see Cassie standing above me.
“Do you mind if I sit?”
I thought for a moment. Sarah and the rest of the wedding party could be in soon. Sensing my hesitation, Cassie rolled her eyes in exaggerated exasperation. “I just want to talk, I promise.”
I slid a chair out with my foot. She took the seat, arranging her dress carefully as she sat down. I watched the fabric slide up her thighs and felt just the slightest warming in my groin. She started talking first.
“I saw your wife up there. She’s beautiful.”
I wasn’t sure of how to respond. “Yeah, she is.”
She folded one of the napkins in her hands. “Chris… I want to keep seeing you.”
I closed my eyes and sighed. “Cassie, we can’t.”
“Sure we can. People do it all the time, it’s called an affair.”
“I know what it’s called.”
She leaned forward and touched my knee. “Just think about it. OK?”
She stood up, straightening her dress, then leaned down next to my ear and whispered “I had soooo much fun last time. I know you did too.” She gave my shoulder a squeeze and walked away. I watched her hips sway off and disappear into the crowd, and looked down at the tent in my pants. I wasn’t going anywhere for a little while.
Eventually, of course, the wedding party made their grand entrance, and Sarah found her way to our table. She was glowing with happiness, and she sat down next to me, in the same seat Cassie had occupied not long ago. We ate and drank and talked with the other guests at the table, and I tried to keep my mind where I needed it to be.
After the toasts and the dinner and the various formalities of your typical wedding reception, it was time to open the floor for dancing. Sarah took my hand and hauled me out there immediately. We danced a few songs, some fast, one slow, her head resting on my chest. Then the rest of the bridesmaids pulled her over into their own dancing circle, and I took advantage of the situation and made my way to the bar. The bartender handed me my third drink of the night, and I turned to watch Sarah dancing with her friends. For 38, she still looked great out there, turning heads as she gyrated her hips.
“She’s really sexy.” Cassie’s voice made me jump. She was standing next to me, watching Sarah.
I took a sip of bourbon in lieu of responding. She continued.
“Look at that body. God, you two must have dynamite sex.”
“Cassie…” I said in a warning tone.
She leaned in closer, her voice soft in my ear. “I’ll bet you fuck like aaanimaalllls.” She drew the last word out into a long sigh, and I felt an involuntary shiver go through me. It was too much. I turned to her, letting anger edge my voice.. “What are you playing at?”
She looked at me confidently. “I can’t compliment your wife?”
“Enough. You leave her out of this.”
She cocked her head at me, smirking. “Out of what?”
I couldn’t think of a good reply, so I just gave her what I hoped was a convincing enough glare. She stepped in close, her green eyes locked on mine, then stood on her toes and brought her mouth close to my ear. “Let me know when you decide the answer to that,” she whispered. I felt her press something into my jacket pocket, and then she turned and walked adıyaman escort away, leaving only the scent of her perfume behind. I drew it into my lungs and held it there for a moment, watching her as she drifted back towards the dance floor, her dress outlining her swaying hips with each step. She found the friend she’d been talking with before the ceremony and they began dancing together. I shook my head and reached into my pocket, and my hand closed around a ball of delicate fabric. Suddenly aware of my visibility, I scanned the room for any eyes on me, and, finding none, pulled it out.
It was a pair of lacy black panties. I stuffed them back into my pocket and went to my seat, hiding my erection as best I could.
I spent the next hour parked at our table as Sarah danced with her old friends. Cassie didn’t pay me any more attention, which was just as well; I didn’t want to throw fuel on the fire by getting caught watching her. Still, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her for long, and the thought of her naked body under the thin fabric of that dress was driving me crazy. She danced slowly, her eyes closed and her body swaying, flowing like an easy current. The hem of her dress rose and fell tantalizingly as her hips moved, and I dipped my hand absentmindedly into my jacket pocket, feeling the fabric of her panties in my fingers.
“Maybe you should take a picture!” Sarah’s voice shot into my haze like a bolt of lightning. She was standing over me, watching me watch Cassie. I yanked my hand out of my pocket and turned to her, my face hot with panic.
“Sarah! I was-“
“Uh huh.” She cut me off. “I saw what you were doing. You’re CAUGHT.”
I looked up at her face, expecting anger, but caught a twinkle of amusement in her eye as she continued.
“So, this is what you’ve become. An old man leering at young girls on the dance floor. For shame.”
She was poking fun at me. I rolled my eyes as a mixture of relief and embarrassment flooded into me.
“OK, OK, take it easy. You caught me looking. I’m sorry.”
“You’d better be.” She leaned down and kissed me on the cheek. “Maybe we’d better get out of here before you slip in your own drool and break a hip.”
“I never knew I married such a comedian,” I joked back, standing and stretching. The shock of getting caught had chased my erection away. “Take me home. It’s past my bedtime.”
We made our goodbyes, and I pointedly avoided looking anywhere near Cassie as we left. —
In the excitement and drama of the night, I’d forgotten what weddings do to Sarah. I was suddenly reminded, though, as she leaned over to me on the drive home and began kissing my neck.
“God, you look so good in that suit. You know I like that one,” she said quietly as her teeth found my earlobe.
“You looked pretty great out there yourself,” I responded truthfully. She was making lazy circles on my neck with her tongue, and she paused, and hesitated for just a moment.
“As good as that girl you were staring at?”
Fuck.
“Better. Way better.” I hoped this was the right answer. When she didn’t respond, I continued.
“Look, I’m sorry about that. I guess I had a few drinks and my eyes wandered.”
She sighed against my neck, planting a soft kiss. “Oh, it’s OK. You’re allowed to look.”
Another kiss, then another. I felt her hand slide down my chest, over my stomach.
“Just so long as that’s ALL you do.”
I swallowed as her hand slid over my crotch and gave my bulge a gentle squeeze. “This is mine,” she said between kisses. “Nobody else’s.”
I kept my hands on the wheel, eyes ahead as she fumbled with my belt buckle. She unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out, tugging slowly at it. She pumped me lazily, my cock growing stiffer with each stroke. I sighed with the feel of her hand on me, and she gave me a squeeze.
Then she unbuckled and shifted her body in her seat, leaning over, ducking her head under my outstretched arm as I steered. I let out a groan as she took me into her mouth, gently sucking me. Sarah worked my cock slowly and languidly, fondling my balls with her hand. I slid my own hand down the length of her back to her ass, grabbing a handful of it, then dipped it under her dress, seeking out the warmth between her thighs. She moaned around my cock as I ran my fingers over her pussy through the fabric of her underwear, and began to suck harder, bobbing her head up and down. “Fuuuck,” I growled, struggling to keep my attention on the road. I slipped my middle finger around the edge of her panties and probed gently at her entrance. She moaned, her pace picking up. I felt my orgasm begin to surge. “Oh god, babe, I’m gonna cum…” She pulled back, keeping just the head of my cock in her mouth, and jerked me rapidly. “UUUNH” I grunted, gripping the steering wheel tightly as I unloaded into her mouth. She stifled a cough as the first jet hit her throat, but kept her lips wrapped tightly around me. Finally, my spasms subsided, and she carefully pulled away, catching a small dribble of cum in her hand. She straightened up, opened the passenger door a crack, and spat my load out into the night. “Wow,” she croaked, clearing her throat and wiping her mouth. “You really had a lot saved up, didn’t you?” “I guess I did!” I replied, still coming down from the high.
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