Chapter 2

"No!" I say again but he ignored me. A threesome! My head reels at just the prospect.

"Bed time!" He says.

He means now I'd thought that it was over, but of course he hasn't come, how big a fool can I get.

"No!" I repeat so faintly that even I'm not sure I've said anything.

He ignores me, like my opinion isn't worth a dam. Cliff scoops me off the couch, not literally, but he takes my free hand and just hauls me to my feet. He's stronger that I expected.

"I'm can't..." I begin and then I am silenced as he kisses me. I taste myself and the fresh orange (thank god for that) on his lips. A hand strokes my face, dwells on my neck, and ruffles the back of my hair. I feel myself slipping again, like before, he's weaving a spell that I can't resist.

This time when he takes my hand and leads me towards the staircase I follow meekly, letting him to trace the route to Brian and mine's bedroom. He's never been there but his stride doesn't even falter and then we're there. In that space that Brian calls the apartment, he means it's our place away from the boys, a haven where we can be single again.

Now I've taken or allowed another man to enter and I know that he can do anything he wants to me, with me.

He prowls around the room, noting its size and dimensions, the beds in the centre of the room, looking out over the pool and I realise the guest house. I remember Becki and panic. It's not just Brian I have to face up to; it's the woman I see as my sister.

"You decorated this?" he asks, breaking the spell of silence that has descended.

"What... oh... no... I got a firm in; I just said how I wanted things to be."

"So it's your design, you have good taste." He opens a wardrobe door; it leads to some of Brian's suits. Cliff closes the door again, obviously my husbands clothing doesn't interest him.

I just stand in the middle of the room whilst he continues the exploration, the en-suite bathroom and shower, then back into the bedroom. He stops next to the set of drawers that contains my underwear.

"Yours?" He asks simply.

I colour though god knows why, he's seen what I've got so the thought of him rifling my knickers drawer shouldn't matter, but it does.

"Don't do that, please!" I try and raise my voice above a whisper.

He ignores me, Becki was right; Cliff ignores anything and everything that doesn't suit him. He pulls open the draw and just flicks through my collection.

"Very nice... you have good taste." He almost laughs.

"My taste is my concern, you have no right!" I snap.

Suddenly he is serious. "I suppose that you're right... still whilst I'm here..." He goes and sits on the bed, my bed, and then pats the space besides him. "Come here..."

I don't have to ask what he intends and I know that I can't really believe that I can prevent it from happening. I shake my head; I'm actually crossing my arms like I did when I was a kid.

"Cat... please come here, it's not an order, I want you but you have to be willing."

I hesitate and then take one step forwards and then a second, until he can reach out and touch me. He pulls me closer but doesn't get to his feet so I'm looking down at him. I notice that his hair is thinning from the crown outwards, that something is beyond his control make's me smile.

"See, that's no so bad..." Cliff says, misinterpreting my smile. He has his hands on my buttocks and now he pushes them beneath my skirt and feels my bottom. "You have a pretty ass, do you know that?"

Despite myself and the situation I don't object to the compliment. Brian has always said that I have a good bottom so Cliff's only confirming this opinion.

Cliff almost kneads my cheeks, like he's moulding dough. I find that I'm forced against him and that his face is buried into my tummy. Cliff pushes up my loose fitting shirt with his face and then kisses my belly and then his tongue tickles my belly button.

I giggle and try to pull back, but that's when his hands hold me in place. I have never had my belly button tickled, licked and kissed, it's nice, not horny nice but nice. I wriggle closer, pressing by belly against him, I have a slight tummy bulge, not much but I do avoid really tight clothes. It's this swelling that Cliff is pressed against; he's making noises, blowing air against me, like the boys do when they are pretending to fart.

"Stop that." I giggle again and try to step away, this time he lets me but only because he wants to stand up, then we're kissing again. I think the word is languorous, like in lazy. In a way I don't mind, I've had my climax and don't usually go looking for a second. It's Cliff I'm surprised about, he hadn't come and although I refuse to touch his bulge, I can feel it.

All along I've been expecting him to undress me, when I fuck with Brian like this, then that's he does. It's only when the boys are away, so it doesn't happen all that often. Suddenly Cliff steps away from me. "Why don't you get undressed." He walks over to the windows and looks down on the guest house. I wonder where Becki is. Waiting in the guest house for Cliff to return and tell her that he's just fucked her 'sister'? He looks back at me. "I asked you to get undressed." He says in the soft, determined fashion.

I'm still just gawking at him.

"Alright then, just the panties... or should I do it?"

I'm still gawking when Cliff reaches under my skirt and for the second time he removes my panties, this time he throws them towards the dirty linen basket. "I don't think you'll need them for a while."

I'm shaking a little. I know what's going to happen, I know that I'm about to be unfaithful to my husband, that I don't want to be and that I can't do a dam thing to stop it happening.

"I must say for a woman who a half hour ago was trying to rub my face away with her pussy, you're doing a great impression of a statue." So saying Cliff pulls me onto the bed, we kiss again, I respond and his hand's beneath my skirt again.

I open my legs against his gentle pressure and then feel his fingers starting to slip inside me. He starts to finger fuck me with his thumb pressing down on my already sensitive clitoris.

"You like this... don't you." He gloats.

I grunt, I have my eyes closed because I usually do when I fuck, I don't speak much either but I'm finding out that Cliff does.

"Tell me how it feels?" He whispers into my ear before nipping it.

"Goood!" I find the strength to say.

"Look at me!"

I do so; turning my head towards him I open my eyes. He kisses my forehead before kissing my mouth, his tongue darts into my mouth as his fingers do the same in my pussy.

"I am going to fuck you." He says.

"Yes... please... I'd like that." I hear myself say. "If you need... there are condoms in Brian's drawer." I should feel guilt at mentioning my husbands name, I should do but I don't.

"Why don't you put one on me?" Cliff says.

It means that I have to undress him, at least from the waist down, but that's what Cliff wants and now it's what I want. In my head I remember his tongue and how hard I came; I want the same again, only this time I want his hard cock inside me when I do.

He has a big dick, not mega huge but bigger I'm ashamed to say than Brian's, it's kinda knobbly, with huge purple veins down its stalk. It feels hot, very hot as it rests in my palm and very alive. It twitches when I touch and has such a masculine feel. I can't resist the thought that I have to taste it, see how it feels in my mouth.