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T here was comfort in sleep. The fool and coward's comfort. The comfort of hiding in the dark and fooling himself it had all been a dream.

Caught between sleeping and waking, Richard stared up at the ceiling. Autumn morning half-light crept through the curtains over the bed, turning their bedroom dark and grey. He didn’t hear the cars speeding down Stroud Road, trying to beat the early morning rush hour, or the occasional gurgles coming through the baby monitor. Nor see the furniture taking shape in the gloom. He didn’t want to wake up.

He wanted to sleep and dream and pretend. Better that than face reality and the consequences of what he’d done. Having to see his wife every day, holding her in his arms, making love to her, looking into her eyes, seeing the love there, and knowing, just knowing, he’d betrayed her.

Yes, he didn’t want to wake, but the warm body wriggling beside him made it inevitable…

He blinked when a hand brushed up his side. Long, delicate fingers, feeling up his ribs and across his stomach. Then there was only softness and warmth. And a faint hint of cinnamon.

A sideways glance showed Alice sleeping next to him on a bed of her mahogany tresses. She must have rolled onto his side sometime in the night and, half covered by the quilt, was curling into him, head resting on his shoulder. She looked so peaceful. Content. Utterly oblivious to everything that had taken place through the night.

Her peace tore at him. Yet he was captivated and watched her sleep regardless, her delicate beauty enrapturing him the way the radiance of the moon enslaves a wolf.

He had to tell her, but how? A part of him wanted to confess now and have done with it. To wait would only make things harder, more complicated.

Excuses flitted through his mind. He was drunk. He’d been desperate. It hadn’t meant anything. It was the usual line-up of dirt-bag husband excuses. Though he made sure to steer WELL clear of anything even hinting Alice bore some responsibility. That would not go down well.

Once, he even contemplated suggesting Rebecca had instigated it all. That got chucked out as quickly as it came. No matter what, he needed to keep the girl out of this.

As fond as she was of their babysitter, Richard knew his wife well enough to know she did not share her toys. And if that confrontation with Scarlet last night had just been Alice marking her territory...

Then, he had a pretty good idea of what she would do to him.

That thought made the idea of letting her sleep in a little longer, all the more tempting.

“Alice...” he mumbled. She’d think it odd if he didn’t wake her. It would make her suspicious…

Alice mumbled something unintelligible in answer. Still more or less asleep, she shifted closer to nuzzle the hollow of his neck.

Richard stiffened at the contact, a shiver of pleasure rippling up his spine.

Her very closeness was an aphrodisiac. The feeling of her pressed against him, long willowy legs brushing over his calf, full breasts crushed against his side through her cropped sleeping sweater. And her mouth. God, that wicked mouth, brushing so softly over his skin, a mere tease of contact, igniting and sending tingling sensations surging through his skin down to the base of his spine.

Suddenly awake, alert, and very aware of that tale-tell stirring between his legs, Richard blinked, then glanced down to see blue-green eyes looking up at him.

For the longest moment, Alice only watched him, lips pursed and eyes bright with a look that had his cock suddenly harder than steel. Then, slowly, she pivoted, propping her head up enough to rest her chin on his ribs. “When did you get in?”

“Late.” The vision of her had the words sticking to the back of his throat. “Did you wait long?”

She moaned a low throaty affirmative, placing a soft kiss just above his nipple while, in a tease of friction, one deliciously long leg slid across to straddle his thigh, making Richard all the more aware of the feeling of her body on his. And the dampness pushing against his leg. She was soaked. The silky heat of her arousal burned through her panties as she stretched out, caging him beneath her, as she walked soft butterfly kisses up his torso.

“I couldn’t sleep,” Alice purred, her words low and throaty without a trace of sleep. She bit down on his earlobe and tugged, fingers teasing down the flat of his stomach to his boxers. “I just kept thinking about you pushing me up against the fridge, grinding this big, hard cock into my pussy.” Long fingers closed around him through the cotton of his underwear, holding, squeezing, then rubbing. “It got me so hot. In the end, I needed Antonio…”

Richard had to bite back a moan. Antonio was Alice’s name for the B.O.B her friend Samantha had bought them as a gag gift for their 5-year anniversary. The image of his wife stretched out on their bed, her luscious body arching in throes of pleasure as she worked the toy between her legs, turned his cock to steel within her grasp. Until he recalled just what he had been doing while she had been putting on such an exquisite display and the knot of guilt that lodged inside his gut threatened to chase his erection away.

Alice’s mouth claimed his, her tongue sweeping in with lush licks that sent tingles shivering up his spine and brought him back to full mast.

She took his mouth hungrily, her lips moving over his, full and soft and completely at odds with the hot demand that seemed at once to make his head spin while keeping his attention fixed solely on her. And all the while, she was stroking him. Slowly, her tiny hand unable to encompass his girth, but pumping him from root to tip in long, knowing motions, had him instinctively rocking into her, grinding his groin against her palm.

God, how did she always know? Know just how to touch him, how to play his body like a fiddle?

It was maddening. He needed to touch her, but no sooner had his fingers swept through the lush fall of silky locks to tease over her spine than she pulled back.

“I-it got me so horny,” she panted, trailing hot little kisses down the line of his jaw. “Knowing you could barge in at any moment and catch me playing with Antonio. I wanted you to watch, to see what you did to me, see how wet I got thinking about your big dick,” she spoke slowly, every low throaty syllable an intoxicating seduction. “I was right here, riding my B.O.B, waiting for you to come and see what a naughty wife you have. But you never came. Then I remembered you were up there with Rebecca. Is that why you left me all alone?” Her mouth was everywhere, kissing every bit of skin she could reach as she shuffled slowly back...

Her tongue dragged over his nipple, down the plane of his chest to the elastic of his shorts, only to pull away. “A-Alice…”

His wife rose slowly to sit straight backed between his legs, throwing the covers off, and pushing the lush fall of her hair back behind her ears, the pink of her tongue sliding across those full lips as her eyes found his. Then, “Was she a bad girl for you?”

Oh fuck!

“What?” Ice rushed down his spine and it was all Richard could do to keep the panic from his voice. Fuck, she knew. How could he have been so stupid? Of course, Alice knew. How could she not? Now he was-

“Was she a bad girl?” Alice said again, her voice seeming to grow even more playful as she leaned down to where his erection was visibly straining against the confines of his shorts, the slick tip pushing up from beneath the elastic to leave a slick and shiny trail around his belly button. “Was she still wearing that sexy outfit she had on last night? That cute little pink top and those faded jeans.”

Warm air rushed over his crown as those full luscious lips wrapped around him through his underwear and slid up to bite the waistband and tug it back to reveal the fullness of his desire. “Or had she changed into something different, something special, for your eyes only? Stockings? High heels. Maybe a pink babydoll-mmm…” She licked him. The point of her tongue slid slowly up the centre of his column in a long drag from base to tip. “Did you like seeing her like that? Flaunting her body for you in a naughty nighty, her ass and legs on full display, those lush tits peeking out, begging to be sucked. And what about her pussy, that tight, juicy little pussy? Did she taste good?”

Mouth dry and desire shivering through him, Richard couldn’t stop the words, “So-so goo-oohh!”

Lips stretched wide and checks hollowed, Alice took the head into her mouth and sucked him greedily. She took her time, going neither fast nor slow, but with all the determination of a woman who loved giving head and wasn't afraid to let the world know it.

In a dark corner of his brain, Richard knew he should be disgusted with himself. Alice thought they were playing. To her, this was just a game to spice up the mood. She had no way of knowing he had been balls deep inside their neighbour’s daughter last night. And to top it all off, instead of confessing his sin, he was letting her give him one hell of a blow job. But he couldn’t resist. It had been so long since he’d felt those luscious lips wrapped around his dick. And her eyes…

Fuck, Alice’s eyes were incredible. Deep and stormy, they seemed to shift between grey and blue depending on her mood, and he could stare into them for an eternity and never look away. There were times she had brought him to the brink of cumming with just a look.

It was at once too intense, yet not enough, and Richard had to fist the sheets against the urge to grab, claw, and drive her mouth all the way down on his cock. The lush heat of her mouth glided along his shaft, never taking more than an inch or two in. And so slow. Damnit, how can she be so slow…

“A-Alice…”

She pulled off just as slowly, her eyes burning into his all the way. “Mmm-did you make her your new little cock whore? I bet she was just begging for this big dick.” She fluttered her tongue over the slit, making his whole cock tingle and his butt clench. Then she was licking him, that little pink tongue sliding up and down his length. “Did you make her beg for your cock?”

He couldn’t think or focus on anything but the feel of her tongue. Then she was taking him back into the delicious heat of her mouth, her head bobbing up and down, the delicious suction of those full lips sliding along his shaft, drawing him deeper. It was too much.

“Yes.”

Alice moaned her approval, her eyes bright and burning into his as she pulled off. With one small hand still stroking him, she crawled on all fours up the length of his body, slowly, with her body low and back just that bit arched so he could feel the weight of her breasts dragging up his belly, soft and warm through her thin cotton cardigan, before she reared, like Aphrodite rising from her pool to straddle his waist.

“Oh, you’re so bad,” she purred, and gave him one final stroke before bringing her fingers up to her mouth and sucked them clean with a low moan. “Mmm… I can taste her on your cock. Did she drop to her knees and suck your big, yummy, married dick first? Or did you just bend her over and fuck her brains out?”

Jesus, her games were going to kill him. “N-neither, I-oh…”

The words trailed away in a low moan as she rolled her hips, sliding his cock along her folds through her soaked panties, showing him how wet she’d gotten. Then, with her right hand, she hooked two fingers beneath the garment and pulled it back, exposing her pussy to his gaze.

“Mmm… yeah baby, what did you do?” Alice purred, taking his cock in her left hand and coating his crown in her cream before pressing it hard against her clit with a slow roll-

She stilled, that sweet little mouth dropping in a voiceless gasp as Richard’s hands seized her hips and held her fast as he began working his thick crest into her moist heat. “This.”

He’d had enough.

Breath seething, Richard could barely contain himself as he pulled her to him. Even after all their years together, and the birth of their son, she was still so deliciously snug, and he could feel her plush walls stretch as he filled her inch by inch until she’d sheathed to the hilt. The perfect fit for his cock.

“Oh… Oh god! Baby wa-wait…” Alice gasped, her eyes unfocused. Reaching back, she grasped his knees to brace herself. “Not so… you’re too… too-oh god!”

Breathless, Richard could only nod, her slight movement altering his angle of penetration. It wasn’t much. Just enough to send a rush of sensation up his spine as her slick, velvety walls wrapped around his cock, pulsing and sucking him in as deep as he could go.

The prior night was gone and done. Now it was only them and he bit, chewed, and clawed against the instinctive urge to throw his wife on the bed and just take her. It had been weeks since the last time they’d gone a few rounds. She’d need time, time to adjust, time to get used to the feeling of being filled with him. So instead Richard just watched her, drinking in the sight of Alice straddling him, her head tipped back, the bounty of lush mahogany tresses cascading down to the small of her back, the plunging neckline of her cardigan revealing a feast of golden skin as her breasts strained against the cotton, imprisoned from his view by a few struggling buttons.

He wanted to see more. He wanted to see her.

“Mmm… you feel amazing, so tight,” he purred, reaching up to tug the button from its fastening, bearing her full and luscious cleavage. “And such beautiful tits.”

“Yeah, better than hers?” Alice panted, her back curling in offering as he sat up and took the peak of a single dusky nipple into his mouth.

“Much.”

He teased her mercilessly, raining soft kisses down across her breasts, his wily tongue lashing down and around, refusing to pay her nipple any attention. Her skin was growing hot and he could feel her shake in his arms, pleading for more. Yet she held on until he sucked the stiff peak into his mouth, his hands crushing her to him and grinding her down on his cock with just the right amount of force to make her creamy walls pulse around him.

“Liar.”

Low and breathy, the heat in her words sent a shiver straight down his spine, moments before long fingers fisted in hair and dragged his head back. Dark and lustful, Alice’s eyes burned hungrily into his as she lowered her full lips to his, her lush tongue claiming him in a possessive dance that both thrilled and terrified him. This wasn’t part of her game. She wanted him to know he was hers. Her husband. Her lover. He was her man, no matter what, and he’d better not forget it.

She rolled her hips, breaking the kiss and rising until only half of him remained inside her.

“Mmm… Mr Martin,” a soft, girlish voice purred. His heart leaping into his throat, Richard’s eyes shot up to meet Rebecca's big doe eyes, his wife’s sharp, angular face now soft and long. Then, she dropped back down, her lush heat clenching down, like a second mouth sucking him in…

Bolting upright, Richard just managed to brace himself on the armrests of his chair as it righted itself and almost pitched him headfirst into his desk. What the-

Reality caught up with him. He wasn’t at home. He was at work in his office.

Sweating, heart pounding and his cock straining against his trousers, he collapsed back into the treacherous piece of furniture. Cupping his hands over his head and dragging his fingers down his face, he did his best to bite down on a sarcastic laugh. “Thank God. Just a dream-”

“Yo Dick, you feeling alright mate?”