Friday, September 21, 2012

The Desperation of a Housewife continues...Part 3


Frozen in place it took us few seconds before we could move.  It felt like an eternity.  He recovered quicker than I could and pulled up his boxers and then his pants.  I grabbed the nearest set of blankets and threw them over my body. 

He was very calm when he approached her and got on one knee making sure he was eye level with her.

“What’s the matter sweetie?  What do you want?”

She looked at me and then back at her daddy. 

“I just wanted something to drink.”

She was close to tears and I could tell that her little brain was trying to comprehend what she just saw.


He gave her a big hug and escorted her out of the room and down the hall to the kitchen.  I used the opportunity to get dressed, yet I didn’t leave the room.  I waited for him to return panicked out of my mind. 

What if she relates what she saw to her mother? Her mother was already suspicious of her father and though she may not get the story straight, I’m sure the little girl can remember that her father and friends mother were completely naked.  That would be enough to tip off his wife. 

If his wife finds out so will my husband.  Though, I didn’t care whether my husband left me or not, I cannot do that to my kids.  I cannot let them live a life where mommy and daddy lived separately. 

When he returned, I was beside myself with worry.

“So, what happened?”

He came and sat down next to me reaching for his shirt and putting it on.

“I just took her to get something to drink and then sent her back outside.”

I grabbed his arm.

“Do you think she will say anything?”

He laughed a frantic and desperate laugh.  I realized then that he was far from calm.  He was just as worried and upset as I was. 

“You have kids and have they ever been able to keep a secret?”

I sighed.  He was right. My girls could barely hold water.  They would be busting at the seams to spill the beans.

“What are we going to do?”

He grabbed me and pulled me into his arms.

“I’ll…I’ll think of something.”

The way he said that did not really give me any confidence, but of course the mood was gone so I got my kids together and we went home.

For the rest of the evening I was on edge and could barely function.  I prepared dinner for my children mindlessly.  I was happy that my husband was not home.  I didn’t want to face him tonight. Not that he would be that involved in us when he got home anyway.  Normally he comes home and eats his dinner in silence and then disappears to his office where he spends hours returning emails and surfing the net. 

However, tonight when he finally came home he was completely different.  He actually told us about his day and sat around after dinner and played with the kids. I was shocked and surprised.  I really didn’t need him tonight.

I used this opportunity to disappear myself.  I decided to take a shower and try to calm down.  I closed my eyes and let the water hit my body.  I touched myself thinking about my lover.  The way he touched me made me feel like a woman. I came alive when his hands were on my body. Then thoughts of his wife and her finding out about us began to creep into my mind.  What if she convinced him to stop seeing me?

The thought dampened my mood once again.  I turned off the water and climbed out of the shower.  I wrapped myself in a towel and walked back into the bedroom to get dressed. I was shocked when I saw my husband sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for me.

“You look refreshed.” He answered.

I gave him a weak smile and headed for my dresser to grab some clothes.  He came over grabbing me and pulling the towel from my body.  My nipples firmed up after being exposed to the air and he took that as sign of my desire.

He bent down and his tongue made contact with my nipples.  He sucked on them for a few seconds and then he sat up smiling at me.

I let him lead me over to the bed and I lay on my back as he climbed on top of me.  I closed my eyes and pretended he was my lover.  I began to come alive at his touch.

I placed my hand on his chest as his lips made contact with mine. Our tongues danced circles around each other’s. He pulled back and I breathed in deeply as his tongue made a path across my neck and down my collarbone.

His hands travelled down my body and settled on the moist goodness hiding between my legs. I moaned softly as his fingers snuck inside sliding across the slippery surface of my clit.

“Oh…” I moaned.

I felt him remove his fingers from my panties and lick my juices off his fingers one by one. 

I was so horny and fired up.

“Come sit on my face.” He said.

“Shhhh,” I said. 

If he talked it would ruin my fantasy.  I could only get this horny and turned on for one man lately. He didn’t say another word as I crawled up his body and situated my pussy just above his lips holding onto the headboard.

The first contact of his tongue was amazing.  I rocked slowly and grinded my pussy on his tongue. His hands came up to grip my ass.  I rode his tongue coming closer and closer to my orgasm. 

I could hear and feel him moan into my pussy.

It turned me on so much that I came with my juices spilling into his mouth.  I gripped the headboard. I fell backwards onto the bed trying to catch my breath. 

I barely had time.

Before I knew it he was on top of me, between my legs and then inside of me.  I cried out as he entered me. He tried to be gentle but I instructed him that I wanted him to fuck me hard. He seemed perplexed at my request but he obliged anyway. My lover, he knows that I like it hard and rough.  

He fucked me hard making sure to lift one leg over his shoulder.  He fucked me but I knew that he would be coming soon.  He always came too soon. I could see the look in his eyes and I knew that my pussy was too good. He was not going to be able to hold on for long.

He came hard inside of me. 

When he was done he laid back on the bed until his breathing returned to normal. Then he was asleep.  Figures.

I just lay next to him praying that the next time I would get to see my lover would be soon.  I fell asleep to thoughts of him.

***

The next day, I didn’t have to wait long.  My lover came over as soon as our spouses were gone for work.  He could not wait to see me as much as I could not wait to be in his arms.  We embraced when he entered my house but I could tell something was bothering him. I

I wondered if his wife had discovered our secret.

We sent the kids to the yard to play with my daughters’ playground equipment so that we could be alone. 

When they left the room, he broke the news to me.

“We have to stop seeing each other.”

I was caught off guard.  It felt as if my heart was in my throat and I could barely breathe.

“What! Why?’

“Why?” he repeated shaking his head.  “Well, for starters, my daughter caught us fucking.”

“Did she tell your wife?” I asked wringing my hands like I always do when I am nercvous.

“No, but if we keep this up we will really get caught.”

“We just need to be more careful. We can do this without anyone finding out.”

He shook his head.

“No, I think we need to just leave each other alone.”

I didn’t want him to say that.  That was the last thing I wanted to hear.  I had to fight to save our relationship.

“We can find other ways to be together.”

“How are we going to accomplish that when we are with our kids all day?”

“I don’t know, but this can’t be over. I don’t want to stop seeing you. I refuse.”

I needed him, I could not just let him walk away and give up. I grabbed him and tried to pull him close to me but he pulled back.

I grabbed him again and this time he responded coming close to me.  I kissed him and he retunred the kiss for a second letting his tongue play with mine.  Abruptly he pulled back.

“We have to stop this.”

I held onto him.

“No! We need each other.  You have to admit that you want me.”

“I love what we have here.” He admitted. “but, I love my wife and my family more. If my wife finds out I will lose all of them.  I can’t risk that.”

“You love her!” I screamed. “How can you love her when you tell me that she neglects you and I’m the only one that can make you feel this good?”

My emotions swung between rage and sadness. I was losing control.

“How can you want her more than me. I’m perfect for you. I love you.”

He looked strangely at me. His eyes were as big as saucers and he stood.”

“You’re right, she’s not perfect.  But I can’t lose her.  I should end this affair and work on my marriage. I suggest you do the same. I’m going to get my kids.”

“No!”

I shouted running towards and pulling to me.  We tussled for a minute until he shoved me and I landed on the floor.

“Look, it’s over!” he yelled and walked through the kitchen and out the backdoor.

He didn’t come back into the house. He and his kids just exited my side gate and made their way home. I sat on the couch with my head in my hands and started to cry.  Eventually sadness turned back to rage and I pounded my fist against the coffee table. 

He couldn’t just leave me! I wouldn’t let him. I needed him and I loved him. He couldn’t just walk away. If he wanted to leave it would be over my dead body…or his!

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