Chapter 5

He woke slowly, first to the constant hiss and sizzle, then to the familiar smell of bacon, teasing him from his sleep with a hint of a perfect breakfast made just as she knew he would want it. Sleep had finally come to him sometime early in the morning, but the lack of it hung about him as he lifted his legs over the side of the bed and stood to face the day. She had drawn the blinds so he could sleep late, and waited until mid-morning to start his breakfast. He would shower first, buying some time to think about what he might say to her, and what she may or may not want to share about the night before.

To his surprise, she greeted him with her dazzling smile and a kiss as she brought him his food. He chose to eat, saving any words till later, waiting for her to offer up excuses or an apology. None came, so he picked at his breakfast in silence as she hummed quietly to herself while busily cleaning the kitchen.

Later that afternoon as he dozed in front of the television, she snuggled next to him, her small hand stroking his inner thigh. He opened his eyes to find her staring at him with a mischievous grin.

"Take me to bed and fuck me?"

They were words he had never heard her use, but words that caused his cock to stir in spite of the questions she had still not answered. "So, it's over - you won't go to him again?"

She slid her hand under his belt, gently closing her fingers around his erection.

"I want you. I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me till I scream."

Who was this woman? As uncertain as he was, he found it impossible not to play along, impossible not to kiss her deeply when she moved onto his lap, impossible not to fuck her like a wild animal in their bed, and finally, impossible not to wonder what went through her mind as she found her second orgasm under him, thrashing and screaming just as she had promised.

Afterwards she lay pressed against him, slowly running her fingers over his chest and nipples. She looked so satisfied, no, contented was more accurate. He had no choice but to try to make some sense of it.

"Why do you do it?" he asked, as he stared at the ceiling.

"You mean go to him, don't you?"

"You make it sound like a friendly visit when you put it that way. Go to him? Why don't you just say it? You have sex with him - you go to let him fuck you."

"Do you want me to say that, to tell you in those words?"

"I want you to tell me why! Why can't you tell me what you need instead of going to another man? What does he do for you that I can't? Just tell me what you want - I'll do it - anything, anything at all!"

She sighed, then trailed her fingertips over his belly, finding his spent erection and working it gently between her fingers.

"Are you sure you want to know? I could say things that would hurt you terribly, and you'd regret asking."

"I regret asking in the first place. But what am I supposed to do? Sit quietly by while you have sex with this man, and never question why? If you still love me, if you want a future together, what could you say that would hurt me?"

Her eyes peered into his, searching for a sign that he meant what he said, for just a brief hint of inner strength, or possibly arousal. How might he react if she led him along such a tenuous path? The risk was enormous - how could she tell her husband such things? And why did the anticipation of his response make her so wet, her belly so desperate to be filled?

"I could say I go because he's handsome, and incredibly sexy. I could say he's very wealthy and spares no expense to please me. I may even tell you how he satisfies me in bed, that he's a wonderful lover, that he drives me to the brink of my senses when he makes me cum."