Chapter 1: The Betrayal
“Hey Baby.” She said, wrapping her arms around him, putting her chin in the curve of his neck.
“Hi Leslie.” He said, moving his hand out to pet her hair, stroking it from the tips to the ends as she sighed contently. “What do you have planned for us tonight?” He asked, moving around to look at her.
“Ah. Why did you let go? I was feeling so comfortable.” She complained.
“We’ll have lots of time for comfort later. What do you have planned? I’m curious.” He replied, raising his eyebrows at her.
“Nothing much. I thought we could have a relaxing night.” She said.
He laughed. “As someone who plans so much at the office, I’m surprised you don’t have everything down to the second.”
“You’re not used to me in my ordinary life, I’m quite different from how I am in the office.” She pouted.
“Oh really? I’m interested in finding out more.” He put his arms around her, swaying her from side to side.
She turned to face him again. “I did create an outstanding 3 course meal though.” She winked.
“I knew it!” He exclaimed, chuckling. “Of course you did.”
She dragged him forwards, leading him to the dinner table. She pouted, “Hey, Peter…”
“Yes?”
“How long do we have together this time?” She asked, swaying side to side as she did.
He thought for a second. “Well… I told Mia I would be with Francis all weekend for the golf tournament, but I do have to get back by Sunday night.”
She sighed. “We have to be so formal at work. The only time I get to see you is when you lie to her. It sucks. It really does.”
“That’s what it’s like for most people.” He replied. “Come. I don’t want to talk about this anymore, I want to explore the feelings between us… and have this amazing meal you cooked for me.”
She nodded, and sat at one end of the table while he sat at the other. They were formal for most of the meal, talking about their new case he was very excited about - it was from a new start-up company that was doing extremely well, already hitting the million mark in revenue after a few months. He was adamant about getting their business. She was feeling a little bored from so much work talk, especially since that’s all they had at work - he didn’t want to have secret meetings just in case his wife came to visit.
She decided to change the subject. “Did you get my letter? I sent it last week.”
He paused, his fork filled with lobster on the way to his mouth. “What letter?”
“The letter I sent to your house… addressed to you.” She replied, feigning innocence.
“You sent a letter to my house?” He glared at her. “Are you absolutely mad?”
“I assumed you would open it, no?” She put a fork in her mouth, chewing.
“No. She opened all the mail in our house, we have no secrets with each other- until now, of course. How could you do something so stupid?” He asked, standing up in frustration.
“Don’t talk to me that way, Peter. It’s rude.” She replied. “And I’m sorry, I assumed you would be the one opening it.” A lie.
“I should go home now and get it before she reads it.” He replied, walking to grab his coat and bag at the door.
She got up, her eyes widened. She ran after him, putting her arms around him to stop him. “No… don’t leave me. I’ll be so lonely. Please. Didn’t you say she was with her friend Josephine all weekend? She won’t be home until you are, anyways.” She fluttered her eyelashes at him. She was a petite woman who started at the company a few years ago as a student but moved on to be Peter’s secretary when he took a fancy to her intelligence. She was highly manipulative, and gave him excellent advice on what he should be emphasizing when he went to court on a weekly basis. He appreciated her loyalty, and their late nights developed into more than he could ever imagine. She was in her 20’s, a young Asian woman that sparked his lust in a way that Mia hadn’t since they had their daughter, he didn’t want to be the type of man to do something like this, but with his coworker’s advice and her insistent attitude he couldn’t help but give in.
He sighed, and looked at her. “Don’t do anything so careless again.” She nodded at him, agreeing.
“Can we go back to the food now?” He sighed, giving in to her whims again. She was so good at knowing exactly how to get to him, and he despised it sometimes, but couldn’t help but want more. When they were done with the food, she washed all the plates immediately while they continued chatting. Then they moved to the living room, a cozy room decorated immaculately despite her low income compared to him. He appreciated the comfort, the plush blankets and matching pillows dotted throughout. She cuddled up to him and put on a movie they had both wanted to watch for a while - a psychological thriller.
After, they walked to her bedroom which was only a few feet away in her small one-bedroom apartment. She dimmed the light and looked at him with a lustful gaze. “I’ve been waiting for this for so long now.”
He chuckled. “It’s only been a week, Leslie.”
“I know but…” She bit her lip. “It’s just been a really long time for me, okay?” He nodded, understanding where she was coming from.
He moved up from the bed, propping himself up with his arms. “Strip for me, will you?”
She nodded immediately, and took her silk v-neck top off with one smooth motion, showing off her lacey black bra underneath. He groaned up at her, appreciating her smooth complexion and young unblemished skin. He nodded for her to continue, and she turned around, bending to display her ass fully as she pulled her shorts down, displaying a matching set of panties. The lace curved around her body, subtly enhancing all the spots he wanted to see but teasing it away from him. He cursed her for being so good at teasing him. He curved his index finger, indicating for her to come closer.
He put his arm around her body, and leaned in close, his face plastered against his stomach as he breathed in deeply. “You smell so good.” He commented.
She giggled, and dug her fingers deep in his hair. “Don’t you want me to continue?”
“Shh…” He said, smelling her again. “You smell so delicious. I can’t stop.” She laughed out loud, and moved back.
She teased him, removing one bra strap at a time, hanging it off her shoulders. Then she removed the clip from her back. He shifted his body, showing off his hard-on, ready for her already. She bit her lip to show she saw it, and continued. She released the bra from her body, dropping it on the floor next to her clothes. “Oops.” She giggled. He smiled at her, and let her continue to the show. She was a B-cup, but against her firm tight stomach she looked much bigger than she was. He loved to place his face on her tits and suck on her hard, feeling her squirm beneath him as he explored her body.
“God, your breasts are perfect.” He commented. That got her going; she gazed at him with hooded eyes, and bent to remove her panties. She stood staring at him, completely naked and waiting for his next move. He indicated for her to come closer again and she complied, attentive to his every move. He placed her gently on the bed and moved his mouth around hers. They kissed passionately, exploring each other’s tastes as his tongue slipped inside her. He moved to her breasts, sucking on them and licking gently, caressing the side of her body as he did so, feeling her soft skin beneath his fingers.
He moved his fingers lower after, fingering her thighs, brushing his fingers back and forth on one of her most sensitive zones. When he thought she had had enough, he moved upwards and into her cleanly shaved mound, pressing his finger insistently into her and hissing as he felt her wetness. “You’re already so ready for me.” He commented. She nodded.
“I told you I’ve been waiting for you.” She said honestly.
He took off his shirt in one smooth motion, throwing it on the side of the bed on top of her clothes. His pants and boxers shortly followed- a pair of ironed pants Mia had bought him for Christmas last year. He was naked except for his socks, which he ignored in his desire. He moved on top of her, his eyes staring deep into hers. They studied each other for a few seconds, and he placed his dick on top of her mound, rubbing against it. She moaned loudly at that, trying hard to grind against him. “Patience.” He said, smiling.
“I can’t.” She relied. “I want you so bad.”
“I can tell.” He whispered in her ear. “Tell me how bad.”
“Please, I’m desperate for it. Just enter me.” He nodded, complying to her desperate wishes. He held her arms on top of her head. Usually he had to use his arms to position himself at her entrance, but this time she was so wet that he didn’t have to. He slipped in right away, and she cried out when he did.
“Oh my god. You feel so good inside of me.” She screamed out.
He grunted in response. “I always forget how tight you are.”
“I’ve been saving myself for you this whole time.” She called out, her voice stuttering as he fucked her. He entered her over and over in missionary position, she grinded back against him as he did, enjoying every thrust as he entered her. He slipped all the way out and entered her again, making her cry out every time.
Finally, he had had enough. She was tightening hard underneath him, and he couldn’t bear it anymore- it felt too good. He came, pumping out load after load inside her as he did. She gasped out loud at the warm sensation inside her core, and after he was done he popped out of her, panting heavily.
She turned to pet him, putting her body against his in a tight embrace and breathing his musky scent over and over as she did. “Peter… that was so good. Everything I’ve wanted.” She said, but she received no response. “Peter?” She whispered. He had fallen asleep.
Chapter 2: The First Time
Oliver: Mia? I never thought you would contact me. Especially so soon.
Mia: My husband is cheating on me.
Oliver: That’s a pity. Men are such assholes these days. How do you know?
Mia: She sent him her nudes in the mail.
Oliver: That sounds really careless. Maybe she did it on purpose so you’ll divorce him?
Mia: I didn’t think of it like that. You really think she’s smart enough to do that?
Oliver: Do you know her?
Mia: No. Well, I don’t think so.
Mia: Wait. She kind of looks like his secretary. I’ve never paid attention to her before.
Oliver: Sounds like it’s a possibility.
Oliver: When did you want to meet?
Mia: ASAP. I don’t want to change my mind about this.
Oliver: I’m in the middle of a job right now, tonight?
Mia: Where?
Oliver: Are you comfortable with coming to my house?
Mia: I don’t know. What if you kill me?
Oliver: Ha. I’m not going to kill you.
Mia: How can I know that for sure?
Oliver: Tell your friend where you’ll be.
Mia: Hmm…
Oliver: Okay. Come to my work. There’s a bed in the back I use to crash sometimes. Would a public place make you feel more comfortable?
Mia: Yes. Thank you for accommodating me. Same one as what’s on the business card?
Oliver: Yes. See you then. Back to work!
Mia couldn’t believe she was doing this. Was this some sort of revenge? Did she feel so bad about her husband cheating on her that she wanted to make him feel as bad as she did? The truth was… she didn’t feel upset. Not about what he did to her, anyways. And that was completely mind blowing for her. Her husband of decades was cheating on her, and she didn’t feel a tiny bit of sadness. Was Josephine right all along? Was their marriage completely over? How could she be with a man that could so freely cheat on her and make her feel nothing at all?
She knew deep in her heart that she did love him at some point. That she was crazy, wild for him and wanted to see him and feel him all the time. When did that love disappear? When she gave birth to their daughter? Before that? When they started to focus on their careers more than each other? It wasn’t that she didn’t still care for him, but something was lost. Something that was gone a long time ago she didn’t even realize was gone until this very moment.
The fact was, and what she really needed to admit to herself, her discovery made her feel free. She had wanted to be with Oliver desperately the night before, and the mere discovery that her husband had betrayed her the same way made her feel no longer anchored to her marriage. She could do the same thing as him - fulfill her lust and not think about all the people she would be hurting in the process. He did it first, right?
She shook her head, removing these thoughts from her mind. She needed to get ready. They had agreed to meet in a few hours, and she felt like a complete mess. She was still wet from the shower, and her makeup was running down her face from sleeping in it the night before. She took off her dress and took a proper showering, scrubbing every part of her body. She then studied her legs - they won’t do. She had shaved a week ago, but she was growing a short stubble. Normally her husband wouldn’t mind, why would he? But she knew Oliver would be exploring all of her, and she had to be perfect for the first time. Her heart skipped a small beat from the excitement. She shaved, listening to the music she played on her bluetooth speaker as she did so. She then moved onto her armpits and then her slit, moving to explore every corner to get all of the hair properly. When she was finally satisfied, she washed herself off and excited the shower. She fixed up her makeup; not much, just some eyeliner, concealer and mascara to make her look a little less tired from her lack of sleep, and then she moved to her closet, staring at it once more.
What do I wear? She considered wearing lingerie, she had plenty on hand to show off, but she didn’t want to look like she was desperate. In the end, she went with a matching silk set she had bought a month ago, which Peter hadn’t even noticed at all. It was light grey and very smooth on her body, and something she liked to wear just for herself to boost her self-confidence in tough meetings at work. She wore a simple dress on top, a black dress with lilies on top that accentuated the right parts of her body. She stood at the mirror, looking at herself. It wasn’t the best she could do, but it would do. He was already crazy about her anyways, right?
She drove to his warehouse in silence, laminating over whether or not she actually had the courage to do something like this. If she told Josephine, she would be so proud of her. Telling her she finally had the power to stand up for herself for once. But was this really the best way to show her husband who was the stronger one in the relationship?
She didn’t have time to think about it any further, she had arrived. It was a short 10 minute drive away, not long enough for her to change her mind... yet. She waited at the entrance, it had the name of the company in simple letters on top, and the door had a phone number to call if no one was at the warehouse to help out. It was his personal phone number she texted; he must’ve been very involved with his own business. She thought about knocking, but was too nervous to do so.
Mia: I’m here.
Oliver: I’ll be there in a sec.
She was surprised at how quickly he responded. Was he waiting for her text in anticipation? She stared down at her phone, scrolling on facebook - the only social media she was familiar with, staring at all her family members and pictures of their children on vacation. Finally, after a few minutes, his car pulled onto the parking lot next to hers.
It was pouring, and he exited without an umbrella, his hair soaked from the rain as he ran over to her. She couldn’t help but smile. “You’re wearing a hoodie, why didn’t you put your hood on?”
He stared at her, then down as his sleeves. “Right.” He grinned childishly. “I was too excited to see you… I didn’t even realize it was raining.”
She blushed furiously, and coughed slightly to change the subject. “You just came from a job?” He was covered in a white powder, probably from dry-wall dust. He still looked as gorgeous as usual, his silky black hair soaked from the rain and dripping down the side of his face. His hoodie, though hiding his arms, was just the right fit, showing off the strength in his torso without being blatantly obvious. She wondered how it would feel with his arms around her, and blushed again.
“Sorry.” He said. “I’m a little dirty right now. I hurried right over here.” She nodded. “Do you mind if I take a quick shower first?”
She didn’t want him to leave her alone just in case she changed her mind, but she didn’t want to seem dependent on him, so nodded again. He opened the door with two keys, then let her in. She glanced around. There were a few desks scattered throughout and some weights in the corner. The decoration was lacking - there seemed to have been pictures posted on the walls, but they were taken down and she wondered why. There were two rooms leading off of the main room; a room in the back with a queen-sized bed and a bathroom with a small shower. It looked more like a bachelor apartment than an office space.
“It’s not very organized here.” She commented.
He laughed out loud. “I’m kind of a workaholic, I spend more time here than in my own house. Honestly, I might as well just sell my apartment and live here permanently, I have everything I need anyways.”
“You don’t seem to need much.” She said. It didn’t mean to come out as an insult, but she realized after it was a bit rude.
He grinned. “I’m a single guy in his 20’s, what would I need other than some workout equipment, a computer, and a bed?”
She rolled her eyes. “And you say you’re just as mature as me.”
He leaned into her, backing her into a wall and tilting her chin up at him, his wet but warm fingers grazing against her skin. She gasped, but let him talk. “I’m mentally as mature as you. I’m just a guy that doesn’t need much.”
She nodded, her eyes unable to part from his searing glare, she could tell how desperately he wanted her as well just by the look in his eyes. “Now, enough of insulting me. I’m going to shower.” He laughed, parting from her and leaving her in empty space. She was disappointed to say the least. She wanted him to continue, to see what he would do to her next. He was still such a mystery so her despite how intelligent she was- and good at reading people. She never knew what he would say next, do next. And it made her desperate for more at all times. She felt like a small animal that’s being hunted by an eagle. It made her want to run as far away as possible.
He swayed over to the bathroom, and she couldn’t help but stare at his ass against the tight skinny jeans he was wearing. The black was also coated in white powder, but it made him sexier with her knowing he was working on something he was passionate about all day. “Staring?” He commented, turning around to glance at her.
She shook her head and crossed her arms. “You conceited bastard.” She replied.
He grinned, and took off his top. He reached from the bottom and pulled it over his head before she could even stop him. She stared with her mouth gaped open, not able to comprehend what she was seeing in front of her.
She was the type of woman who was so focused on her work and what was deemed as ‘the correct path in life’ that all she was focused on since she was a little girl was finding a husband that can take care of her and have children with him in a big house. That was all she looked for, and all she desired. But now, she realized her heart was capable of wanting more, that she had desires as well- far more than having a family. Dark desires, which felt overwhelming yet something that she needed all along. It came flooding into her as she stood there in the middle of a warehouse, staring at a shirtless man, who was looking at her with deceptively innocent eyes.
He knew exactly how he looked. His body was hard and chiseled, showing off the round curves of his triceps and biceps. He didn’t work out enough to have a six-pack, but his stomach was hard, and there were two definitive lines pointing right into his pants. She wanted to trail her fingers down those amazing lines, which seemed to be taunting her. He had the perfect body to dominate her yet embrace her like he cared for her, and she stared at it with lust, her mouth slightly gaped open.
“You are one thirsty woman.” He commented, one side of his mouth tilted out in a conceited grin.
She coughed, turning around to hide her furious blush. “I am neither hungry or thirsty thank you very much. Now go shower, please.”
She heard him move behind her, and finally turned around to see he was gone into the room, his T-shirt tossed on the ground. She had half a mind to pick it up and sniff it, and she shook her head, heavily reprimanding herself. What had gotten into her? It was like she was an obsessed schoolgirl.
She sat at one of the desks waiting. She didn’t want to intrude on his privacy in any way, so she didn’t move to look at any of the drawers or read any of the papers scattered throughout, though she would be lying if she didn’t say she was curious. He returned 10 minutes later, his hair still wet but now clean. He had a towel wrapped around his lower half. She blushed again. “Are you going to wear any clothes?”
“We both know this is how you want me anyways.” He winked.
She scoffed. “Do you talk to all women like this?”
“Just the ones I find extremely attractive, and I know you are attracted to me.” How did his conceited attitude turn her on so much? Maybe it was his confidence as well as his intelligence that made her bend to his will so quickly.
She turned to the computer, facing away from him. “Please put on some proper clothes.”
He chuckled. “I’m just going to be taking it right off, but okay.” He walked off to the bedroom and grabbed a fresh pair of sweatpants, putting it on quickly before returning to her. She tapped on the desk with her long nails, thinking. She had been putting it off enough, and it would be happening any moment now. Could she actually do this? Cheat on her husband like some kind of common slut? He didn’t let her answer the question. He touched her from behind, making her jump. He leaned into her, bending his body and putting his arms down her front, breathing her in as he leaned his head right next to hers on the chair. “Hi.”
She could practically feel his smile next to her ear. “Hi.”
“Did you miss me while I showered?” He asked, his hot breath against her ear- could an organ be that sensitive? She tried really hard to resist shivering.
“Not at all, I had all of your secrets to keep me company.”
He hesitated, but chuckled. “I don’t have any secrets to hide from you. I’m an open book.” He spun the chair around, forcing her to look at him. He tilted her chin up again, and moved closer to her, his lips almost touching her- it was very reminiscent of the night before.
“Again, I’m not going to do anything until you let me.” He lingered there, his lips so close to touching her he just had to fall forward and they would meet. She could feel it- the thousands of thoughts threatening to collapse her will and tell her to stop- but she didn’t want to listen to them right now. She moved forward and met him, and he immediately sprang to action. He lifted her up from the chair, and moved her towards the wall, slamming her against it.
He reached for her dress, his strong fingers firm against her waist as he held her against the wall. He opened his lips immediately, moving it open and closed as he seeked to explore her mouth again. He used his tongue to prop her open, not letting her stop kissing him. She complied, moving against his actions in perfect synchrony, letting her body tell her exactly what to do next. She cleared all her thoughts, not letting them get in the way of her pleasure. His body engulfed her from head to toe, taking over all of her senses. His sandalwood smell was everything she could smell, his touch exploring her body over her thin dress, the taste of his lips all she could taste, his moans all she could hear. “Oliver.” She whispered.
“I’ve never heard someone say my name so sweetly before.” He whispered back, and moved down her neck again, sucking on the sensitive parts of it as he worked down to the crook. She could feel how wet she was already down there, she was beginning to soak herself on the way here in anticipation. How could she be so desperate to be fucked? Usually it took a small amount of foreplay for her to be ready for penetration, but this was already enough for her. Just a simple kiss. Though the way he moved was not so simple at all. It made her wonder how many girls he’s done this with before.
His fingers moved up her body, reaching her breasts as he did so. “They’re so beautiful.” He said as he grazed his thumb against her nipple, making her tense.
“Ah. They’re sensitive.” She commented.
“Everything you do turns me on so much.” He moved rapidly again, putting his right arm at the back of her legs and his left arm around her back. Before she could protest, he lifted her up like it was nothing.
“What are you doing?” She called out. He took a few short strides to the bed, and plopped her down on it.
He looked down at her with the most wild and desperate gaze she’s ever seen in a man. He didn’t seem like the normal Oliver anymore, he was someone that needed to be given what he needed. He moved up her body, his own curving on hers as he placed his lips back on hers. “I could kiss you all day.” He murmured, then did the opposite. He moved lower again, and grunted. He didn’t like how she was still wearing clothes. He placed his hands on the bottom of her dress and pulled it off of her. He looked down, appreciating her figure.
“This kind of body deserves to be worshiped.” His husky voice was so hot it made her shiver. He moved to unclasp her bra, expertly removing it from her body and throwing it to the side. He didn’t even look at her breasts, he just put his mouth around one, his other hand reaching out to play with the other. He licked her over and over as she squirmed underneath it, unable to take all the sensations. She moaned out loud, grabbing his hair, digging her nails deep inside him as she did.
“You’re so fucking sensitive.” He growled. He sucked hard, making her shudder before moving to appreciate her other breast. “You’re making it so hard for me to make you feel good moving around so much like that.” He commented.
She bit her lip, breathing heavily. “I can’t help it. It feels so good my body is kind of moving on it’s own.”
He chuckled. “You’re going to need some training. I’m here to help.” He winked as he placed his hand on top of her panties. “You’re so warm down here.” She ground against him, desperate for any sense of friction. “And so desperate.” She blushed at her unadulterated desires coming out for all to see. He moved his fingers up slightly and into her panties, pushing into her folds to feel her inside. He hissed, “God you’re so wet for me, Mia.”
She didn’t have time to reply. He pushed two fingers into her smoothly, and her hips shot up, meeting him without her consent. His fingers slipped right into the base, and he pulled right out before slamming back in again. “You’re squeezing me so tight.” he groaned. “Ugh, you’re so hot, Mia. Why haven’t I met you sooner?”
“Stop talking and fuck me.” She said, grinding into his hands again.
“What an eager little girl.” He laughed. He pulled his sweat pants down, and his dick sprang up immediately. She looked down at it, studying what she was working with. It was pulsing hard for her, the veins wrapped around it angry as well.The tip was so swollen it was almost red and poking out of the foreskin, his precum glistening at the very top.
“Looks like you’re eager as well.” She said, her eyes hooded in lust.
“I told you I’m obsessed with you.” He said, and then moved to slip her soaked panties off of her body. They studied each other for a second, both completely naked. He couldn’t wait though, and she was desperate as well. He climbed on top of her and lifted her arms, placing them on the pillow. “Don’t. Move.” He said. “Or I’ll stop.”
She groaned at the lustful order, and nodded - she would try her best not to. He lifted her legs, making her body arch as he pushed against her thighs, exposing her opening completely to him. His penis poked at the edge of her, threatening to enter. He didn’t though, he ground against her, poking her clit a few times. She grumbled in frustration. “Why aren’t you fucking me yet?”
He answered, growling. “Trust me. I want to. But you need to be patient, baby.” He ground into her clit a few more times, and then slipped in - just the tip of his penis. She moaned, it was what she needed all along- but then he moved out again, focusing on the clit once more.
“Ugh!” She moved underneath him. “Why are you teasing me so much?”
“Because I like that you’re finally admitting how much you want this.” He said, slipping his dick even further inside her this time before slipping out. The third time he did this, she ground against him hard, making him slip even further inside. He immediately pulled out, looking at her with angry eyes. “What a bad desperate girl you are.”
“Just do it already.” She glared at him back.
“I told you I’ll start over. And I will.” He kept his promise, teasing her clit again and only slipping the tip in. This time, she knew he was serious, and compiled- letting him tease her how he wanted. She was desperate at this point, her fluids were completely soaking his bed, drenching her, her body telling her to get more of him inside of her. Finally, he was happy with her obedience, and thrusted into her fully, making her scream out in complete abandon.
“Oh god. Oliver!” She screamed, grinding back into him without meaning to. He pulled all the way out and then thrust into her fully again, hitting her base in the sweetest way possible. The position he held her in, a better version of the normal missionary position, enabled him to explore depths of her no one ever had before. It was addicting. He fucked her hard, not able to tease her any longer. His dick needed it.
He hissed loudly. “God you’re so tight, Mia. You’re milking me so hard, I can’t take this.” He grunted, thrusting into her again as she cried out once more. He wouldn’t stop, he just kept using his hips to his full power, doing it over and over again as her loud moans turned into mewls beneath him. He growled, and flipped her around. He arched her back, and then thrusted into her from behind, taking her even deeper as he thrusted into her once more.
He knew he wouldn’t be able to last that long. Her vagina was doing all kinds of motions to make him want to cum, and his willpower was fading away as he listened to whatever his dick told him to do. As she moaned and ground back into him, he pulled out, focusing on the tip before thrusting hard into her again, hitting her cervix - hard. As he did, she pulsed into him, milking him so violently he felt his balls tighten and the cum came out of him in an instant, load after load he saved up for her pumped deep into her and she cried out, feeling the heat flood her inner core, mixing his fluids with hers. The powerful thrusts he gave her as he came was too much for her, she came as well, pulsing around his dick over and over and she screamed out his name with wild abandonment. He grasped her waist as he pulled out of her, and she collapsed onto the bed, not able to take it any longer.
He fell next to her, pulling the blanket up onto their naked bodies and hugging her from behind, his head nuzzled into her hair. “Mia. God.” He panted. “That was completely mind blowing. I had high expectations and that was…”
She nodded, not needing him to finish the sentence. She couldn’t believe sex could feel like this. “I know. I agree.” She leaned back into him, feeling his heat against hers. They were both soaked from fluids, cum and sweat drenched the bed and the smell of sex lingered in the air around them, making the room feel heavy but cozy.
“You’re so loud in bed.” He chuckled.
She turned around, giving him a teasing look. “I’m usually not, you know. You just bring something out of me…”
“You’re so hot, Mia.” He growled, biting her neck from behind her. “So fucking hot. No one deserves you, not even me.”
“Why do you say such sweet things and then demand things out of my body like that?” She wondered, mostly to herself.
“I don’t know. I told you, you bring this out of me. I’m not usually this aggressive. I just need you, all the time.” She didn’t respond, thinking about it. He proved it to her by grinding his already forming boner onto her back. “See?” She gasped, not understanding how his recovery could be this quick.
“Are we sleeping now?” She asked, trying to pretend she didn’t notice his need again.
He laughed. “No. I need more of you. It’s never going to be enough.” He flipped her around again, and started to lick her stomach, sucking on every part of her before placing his tongue on her cunt, which was now completely soaked with both of their fluids, his cum slowly dripping out of her hole.
They went for another round. He fucked her in different positions, exploring what made her moan the loudest. He studied her from head to toe, noticing her every grind and moan as she begged for more, her lust never ending. He loved that about her. After they came again, they were both exhausted beyond comprehension. Mia had considered going home after, but couldn’t even open her eyes enough to consider driving all the way back. She nestled into the crook of his arms, enjoying his embrace as he hugged her, his breathing slowing slowly until he finally started to make gentle snoring sounds. She followed suit, and couldn’t do much more other than sink into his body.
Chapter 3: The Furious Woman
She woke up the next morning alone, and she held the sheets against her as she glanced around. “Oliver? Are you there?” There was no response. It was Sunday morning, could he be already working? She got up slowly, wincing from the soreness in her thighs. She blushed, thinking about what had happened last night. Was it really that good or was it all in her head? A figment of her imagination? His cum was still dripping down her thighs, and she walked to the bathroom to clean herself up, the sheets loosely draped around her body.
“That’s a sexy sight.” A voice called from behind her. She gasped, turning around to face Oliver, who had his jeans and hoodie back on. He was holding a tray with two cups of steaming coffee and a paper bag with goodies inside. “I went to get some breakfast.” He explained.
She grabbed the coffee immediately, shoving it into her mouth and enjoying the burning sensation down her throat.
“Woah girl.” He said. “How is that not too hot for you?” She ignored him, placing the cup on the computer desk before going back to put her clothes on. He raised his eyebrows and put the food down before following her into the room. “What’s up? Are you okay?”
She glanced at him, mid-putting her panties back on. “Yes. I’m okay. Why?”
“You just seem a little… different?” He said, scratching the back of his head.
“Listen, Oliver-” She started.
He groaned. “That’s never a good start to a sentence.”
“Listen. This is too complicated, there’s too many people who can get hurt and…” She sighed, not knowing how to continue.
“You’re stopping this after that? After you felt how good that felt last night?” He put his fist up against the wall in frustration. “How could you possibly give that up?”
“I know.” She groaned. “It was amazing. But there’s a huge age gap between us, my daughter is closer to your age than I am.”
He rolled his eyes. “Don’t say this like that.”
“But it’s true!” She exclaimed. “Oliver. I have a husband, a daughter, and a career ahead of me. I’m much older than you and we’re in completely different stages in life. I can’t do this to Peter, I still care about him.”
“I know you care about your husband.” He said, trying to be understanding but feeling extremely frustrated. “Who wouldn’t care about their spouse after being with them for so many years? But it’s not about that. It’s about how we feel when we’re around each other. I’m not the type to believe in bullshit like that, but it feels like magic. It really does. I know you feel this pull towards me you can’t control.” He tried reasoning with her, but by the look in her eyes it seemed like a lost cause.
She shook her head, not wanting to think about this any longer. “I have to go, I really shouldn’t stay here any longer.”
He groaned. “Please, Mia. Please don’t do this. I can’t keep chasing you like this.”
“I can’t. Don’t chase me.” Her words felt like a stab to his heart, and he didn’t say a word as she gathered her things to leave. When she finally stood at the entrance, glancing at him while biting her lip, he pulled on her wrist, not wanting to let her go. “Mia.”
“Don’t Oliver. Don’t try to convince me, I’m too afraid you will.” She said before exiting and driving off in a hurry. She spent the car ride lamenting about everything she just went through. She felt like crying but tears wouldn’t come out. She was too much of a mature adult woman to worry about things such as tears.
She arrived home, slipping her car into the garage before strutting into the house. She didn’t call for anyone, and just slipped into her cold sheets for the rest of the day, sleeping off all her worries the best she could. Her husband arrived that night, he shifted the covers and tried to see if she was awake, but she faked her snores and ignored him, not wanting to talk to him and confront him about what she saw. She would deal with it tomorrow, just like she did with everything else.
After her lecture on Monday morning, she headed to his office… not having a plan perse, but knowing she needed to do it for her own sanity. She drove up to the tall office building, swiping her visitor card before heading to the elevator. She tapped her foot impatiently as it stopped floor after floor with people entering and exiting the lift while nodding at her politely. Why was it taking so damn long? Finally, she exited on the 24th floor, ignoring the sign that she’s passed hundreds of times before - “Sutton & Davis Law”. A receptionist sat at the entrance, someone she’s talked to many times in the past few months.
“Hello Elizabeth, is my husband around?” She studied her, and knew immediately she wasn’t the woman she saw in the photo. She felt a little comforted by that fact.
“Yes, he’s in his office with Leslie. Let me tell him you’re here.” She pressed the intercom to talk to him, but Mia shot past her, entering his door without knocking.
Leslie was sitting across from him at his desk, the open windows illuminating plenty of light on both of their faces. He glanced up abruptly, his eyes widened as he saw her. “Mia! I wasn’t expecting to see you here today.”
She grinned maliciously, studying both of them. “Oh, I just wanted to come by and see how you were doing since we haven’t seen each other all weekend.” The guilt in both of their faces was enough for her. How did she not see if before? Before he could reply, she stared at Leslie in as cold of a gaze as possible. “Leslie dear, do you mind leaving so I could talk to my husband in private?”
She nodded. “Sure Mia- I mean, Mrs. Sutton.”
Mia laughed coldly. “Wrong again. It’s Dr. Sutton.”
Leslie replied, “Sorry.” Before dashing off to the other room.
Peter sat upright, studying her face. “Mia, really, what are you doing here? You usually plan these meetings ahead of time. You know I’m busy at work.”
She walked to the edge of the office, looking down off the building at the little humans that walked by. She wanted to make him as uncomfortable as possible. “Why do you seem so worried? Are you scared I’ll discover something?”
“What? What’s gotten into you?” Thoughts were racing in his mind, did she discover something she wasn’t meant to discover? Did she open the letter and somehow seal it without him noticing? He had made sure to check it was unopened before shredding it in his office, he was too worried to even see what was inside it - if it was a picture of Leslie, she would know right away what was going on between them.
“You know what’s gotten into me. How could you do this to me?” She demanded, turning around to face him.
“Do what?” He pretended.
“DO WHAT?” She called out, then lowered the volume in case Leslie was listening in on their conversation. “Completely destroy the decades we spent together? Betray the love between us and the love we have for our daughter? How could you do this to me? To embarrass me in this fashion? And with your fucking secretary? She looks like she’s 15 for goodness sakes!”
He shook in his seat, but maintained his composure otherwise. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Mia. Please, calm down.”
“You fucker. I saw the letter. How stupid do you think I am?”
“Mia…” He was lost for words. She did read it.
“What? No explanation now?” She murmured. “Good. I didn’t want one from you anyways. Anything you would say now is just a pathetic excuse. I just wanted you to know I found out- I hope you feel like shit for it.” Her heels tapped against the floor as she exited the room, slamming it behind her, not letting him say a single word to her in defense. Leslie stood, shocked like a little canary at the door, pretending she wasn’t listening in.
Mia looked at her with the same cold look as before. “If you dare touch my husband again, I will destroy you, do you understand?” Leslie began to speak but was interrupted before she could. “And I know you sent the letter to the house on purpose, I don’t have pHD just for kicks, girl. If you think this is going to destroy our marriage so easily you’re a naive little princess.” She walked off again, waving to Elizabeth before pressing the down button on the elevator.
Chapter 4: The Mending
“Mia, please. Just talk to me.” Peter yelled, knocking on the bedroom door repeatedly as he did so. Mia had locked the door as soon as she heard him come home, way earlier than usual.
“What is there to talk about?” She yelled back, popping another chip in her mouth as she flipped through the channels on the television.
“The fact that you think I’m cheating on you?” He called.
“You are cheating on me.” She called over the television noises, which she had increased the volume of.
“You’re being childish. Open the door.” She groaned, and walked over in her oversized t-shirt and panties to open the door before walking back determinedly onto the bed.
He stood there, watching her. “Well?” She asked, popping another chip in her mouth. “What did you want to talk about?”
“This isn’t healthy. We need to talk through this.”
“What isn’t healthy is cheating on your wife of 20 years.” She snarked back. He grabbed the remote and turned it off. “Hey! I was watching that.”
He rolled his eyes. “What was on the screen then? Which show?” She was hesitant to reply - she actually had no idea what she was watching. He knew her too well, knew when she just wanted to make him angry at her by pretending like nothing was wrong. “Okay then. Let’s talk.”
“You have no right to be rude to me right now.” She replied. He sat on the bed next to her and reached out to touch her hair but she leaned backwards, refusing to let him touch her.
“Listen, Mia.” He started. “This girl means nothing to me. It was a one time thing and I lost control of my mind. You’ve seen how she is around me, she just wants to get to a better career through me; you know she really wants to be the lawyer.”
“And since when was my husband stupid enough to fall for something like that?” She asked, raising her eyebrows.
“She… she’s been working on me for years now. I just gave in. I was so weak, I’m so sorry.” He said, and leaned his head on her body, waiting for her response.
“You can’t just say sorry and make everything okay.” She replied. “How can I possibly touch you again without thinking about her? Of what you did with her?” And how beautiful her body is compared to mine.
“I don’t know how I can repair this. I don’t know how you can trust me again.” He replied, sighing. He so desperately wanted her to forgive him.
She put her hand awkwardly on his hair. “What’s worse is that I had to find out through her manipulations rather than you telling me. I had to discover it myself and have you lie to me this whole time. Do you know how embarrassing that is for me?”
“I know. I know.” He said, all he was able to do was agree with her at this point. What else could he possibly say?
“And Josephine- how can I tell her that I’m so weak that I’m still with you and didn’t divorce you immediately from this when she had the courage to do the same with her husband?”
“The relationship between us is different than the relationship between Josephine and her husband, you know that.” He replied. She couldn’t help but agree with that, Josephine never really seemed in love with him, and Mia had suspected was only with him for his money.
“I do know that. But what kind of woman would I be if I forgave my husband for cheating on me with his secretary, of all women?” She whispered, her hand stroking his hair without her realizing it.
“An amazing loving woman who gave him a second chance?” He asked, looking up at her hopefully.
She stared at him, thinking. “Listen. I can’t just forgive you right away. I think we can work through this but.. I’ll need time. I don’t know if I can ever trust you again.”
He nodded, just glad she didn’t immediately want to file a divorce- he didn’t know if he could take that.
“I think you should sleep in the other bedroom for now, I don’t want to share a bed with you.” Her words stabbed him like a knife, but he nodded again, eager to do anything to please her at this point. He felt extremely guilty and upset, not able to comprehend what had gotten into it. He would have to fire Leslie as soon as he got the chance.
“Okay. I’ll leave you alone now.” He said, and got up from the bed. He looked back at her, a wave of sadness in his eyes before he headed out the door, closing it gently behind him.
Was she a hypocrite for scolding him for doing the exact same thing she did to him? She must be, and that made her a terrible person. But in her mind, it was different- he did it first, and therefore her doing the same thing was okay. Wasn’t it?
The problem was, no matter how upset she was about Peter at the moment, the only thing she could really think about was Oliver. She wished she could somehow pull the thoughts of him out of her mind and make him disappear from her life forever. Even the act of removing his number from her phone was too difficult for her, and so she hid her device under her pillow instead. She was just not strong enough to give him up, he gave her everything she wanted and needed, and it was a temptation that was too hard for her to say no to. She hoped she never had the chance to give in again. She would be stronger than she believed she could be, and that was that.
Chapter 5: The News
She was feeling a small spark of excitement the next morning. Her daughter was finally returning home to her after her last exam on Monday, and she hadn’t had the chance to catch up with her for so long. She spent the day focused on her work, discussing with her partners about their new goals now that they’ve completed the drug they have been working on for the past few years. It was still on the way to FDA acceptance, and they spent every day hoping it would be accepted - she was very hopeful her work would come through for her.
She drove home as quickly as she could, and felt her heart skip a beat when she saw her daughter’s car parked at their garage, a sight she hasn’t seen in what felt like years. She ran up to the door, unlocking it and calling out her name immediately. “Julia! Julia Sutton, come here this instant.”
She heard hurried footsteps down the stairs, and she saw her daughter with a wide grin run up to her. She could barely see the blur of her curly black hair before she collided into her. “Mama!” She yelled.
“Ah! How were your exams?” She asked in between kissing her hair. “How is my little girl doing?”
“Amazing. Sorry I haven’t been able to call, it’s been so crazy for me.” She said, looking up at her with her youthful doll-like eyes with long eyelashes. “I think I did pretty well on my exams, I mean, I have yours and dad’s brains combined.” She grinned.
“Why are you being so sweet?” Mia asked, narrowing her eyes. “Did you do something you shouldn’t have?”
She shook her head. “Nope. Didn’t even party or drink or anything. Promise.” The word promise reminded her of Oliver for a second, and she shook the thought away.
“Tell me everything. Come, I have dinner prepared for us. It’s your favourite!” She was so happy to see a friendly face. It wasn’t like she was able to tell her everything that had happened recently, but at least she had her daughter to hug and distract her from all of her racing thoughts.
“Mac and cheese?” She asked. “Ugh. I love your cooking. I’ve been having instant noodles everyday because I have no time to cook.”
“What did I say about having too much instant noodles? Your sodium content must be off the charts!” She crossed her arms, her fears had come true; she wasn’t taking care of herself at school.
“Okay, okay mom. At least for the summer I’ll be able to eat your food again. I can’t believe I have 2 months off!” She laughed.
“Make sure you do at least a part-time job, you’re already looking right?” She asked, mixing the macaroni in the pot, heating it back up again.
“Sure.” Mia knew she was lying, and narrowed her eyes at her. “Come on, we’re so rich why do I need to find a part-time job?”
“Because the money your father and I make does not belong to you?” She replied sternly.
Julia nodded, pretending she was listening. “Mhm. Where’s dad? Is he playing golf with uncle again?”
“No, I haven’t seen Francis in quite some time, actually.” Mia replied, her thoughts going towards her brother-in-law.
“Hmm…. maybe I should call him and see what he’s up to.”
“It’s sweet how close the two of you are. He does seem lonely sometimes.”
“I wonder why he hasn’t found anyone for him yet, it’s not like he’s not good looking.”
“That’s a really weird thing to say about your uncle, Julia.” Mia laughed out loud, scooping the macaroni into two bowls and moving to the table.
“Sure, sure. You know it’s true.” She said as she stuffed a spoonful in her mouth. “Mmmm. Just like how I remember.”
Mia smiled, brushing her daughter’s hair aside adoringly. “Good. Eat as much as you want, I made tons.”
“Isn’t dad coming back to eat some, too?” Julia asked, her voice muffled from all the food in her mouth.
Mia frowned. “I don’t know where he is lately, probably busy with work.” Julia narrowed her eyes in suspicion.
“You always know where dad is at all times. What’s wrong? Are you guys fighting? You never fight.” She said in a hurry.
“No. We’re fine. We just both miss you, that’s all.” Mia lied smoothly. They spent the rest of the evening catching up to each other, both girls laughing at each other’s jokes and at the movie they put on in the background as they caught up. Mia was feeling much better to have her daughter back, and cuddled up with her in the blanket, glad to have a friendly face around.
That evening, when Peter finally came home around 10pm, he had a solemn look in his eyes, and Mia immediately knew something was wrong- though she was still too angry at him to really care that much. Julia ran up to him, hugging him in the same embrace she gave her. He cheered up slightly, hugging her back and asking her the same questions about her school.
When Julia finally went to bed, Mia couldn’t help but stay downstairs, pretending to clean up the kitchen while waiting for Peter to approach her. When he stayed in his office in silence, she decided to start talking to him herself- she had the right to talk to her husband despite being angry at him, right?
She knocked on the office door and entered. He quickly wiped a single tear from his eye before clearing his throat. “Hello, Mia.”
“What’s wrong? You seem off.” She asked, closing the door behind her.
“It’s Leslie.” She immediately felt a spark of anger. How dare he talk about that whore in front of her?
“What about her?” She asked coldly, wanting to just leave the room.
“She didn’t come to work today, and I was going to talk to her about firing her.” He said, and paused, getting his words together. “So I called her home and… the cops answered.”
Mia’s eyes shot up, he had fully gotten her attention. “And?”
“They asked me who I was, I said I was her boss. They told me she was killed. Last night. She was home alone and someone broke in. They found a couple of bullets inside of her.”
Mia gasped. “What? Leslie’s dead?”
To Be Continued.