You danced about your small kitchen, humming to Pasty Cline on the radio. Your husband would be working late again; another late meeting with his associates at a diner in the town over, and he had oh-so-kindly told you not to bother waiting up for him.

He even told you not to bother saving him a plate of dinner. The very same dinner you had spent hours preparing. What else were you supposed to do when you were a devoted little housewife.

Now, you knew that your husband was not working late. In fact you knew exactly what happened at these “work dinners” and you knew that he wouldn’t be home for quite a few hours.

Why?

You grinned, pulling the beautiful meal you had baked out of the oven.

Because he was sleeping with his secretary.

All these dinners were a little cover-up for the affair that he had been having for almost a year now. You had found out about six months in. Sure, you cried and were upset at first.

But love is a tricky thing. You see, love requires some sort of passion, and unfortunately your husband chose his passion in the form of another, much younger, woman. And the only passion you had when you found out, was a passion for revenge.

Which is how you met Him.

He was tall, broad-shouldered, dark-haired, and so very passionate.

He was passionate about you, about his home, his pet, his career.

He was seemingly the perfect man, better than your useless cheating husband in every way, and it certainly didn’t hurt that he was your husband’s boss.

Now every time your husband went out to see his little secret, you invited yours over as well.

A soft knock sounded at the front door. You swiftly set the food down on the table and lit the candles in the center, turning off the kitchen light, leaving the room illuminated around the table.

You rushed to the door, eager to see the handsome gentleman who graced your doorstep.

You opened the door, peeking your head out to make sure no nosy neighbors were trying to spy on you. Not that the town didn’t already know what your husband was up to. But they really didn’t need to know what you were up to.

They always gave you looks of pity. You hated it. Hated the way they looked down on you when you walked through the local store. Hated the way some of the other woman gave you a knowing look, like they understood. They didn’t, because you weren’t just going to sit by passively while your husband played his little games.

No. You would have him in your hand, and destroy him when the time was right. And none of them would understand, so you made sure none of them were the wiser.

“Hello doll.” Your lover said, gently kissing your cheek as he stepped into your house.

You shut the door behind him, he placed a hand on your waist, keeping you pressed against the door softly. He wasn’t pining you there, but his body language seemed to insist you stay.

“Hello mister, lovely to see you.” You gave him a cheeky grin as you watched him cringe at the formality.

“Don’t do that to me sweetheart. We both know that we’re a little passed that. Plus I got you a surprise and I can’t give it to you if you’re being coy.” He pulled you into his chest, his touch always surprisingly soft.

“A surprise? Why, don’t you think my husband would mind? A present from another man? The town would talk.” A smile played on your rouged lips.

“Ah, well you might just have to let them.” He said, handing you a single red rose. Dark and beautiful and not quite open.

“Reminded me of you.” He murmured, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips.

“How scandalous, the wealthiest bachelor in town giving a single rose to a married woman.” You whispered back, standing on your toes to receive his kiss.

It was chaste and left you both craving more.

He pulled away from the kiss, his breath was already raspy, as he placed both hands on your hips.

“How long?”he asked, his voice dropping impossibly low.

You shivered, the octave sending electricity right to your core.

“Until dinner? It’s ready right now, if you’d like.” You grinned, knowing that was not what he was asking.

He chuckled, nudging your chin to make you look at him. His eyes an impossible blue. You face started to heat with the direct eye contact he maintained.

“Although I’m sure your dinner is delicious, I meant how long do we have until that scum is back?”

“Chances are he won’t be back until at least one. It is a Friday night after all.”

A wide smile split his face as he pulled you towards him for another kiss, a little rougher this time.

His charming lopsided grin sent butterflies to your stomach. He truly was gorgeous, he was everything you wished your husband was. Scratch that. You wished he was your husband instead.

He pressed his mouth into yours. A slight groan slipping from him, as you swiped your tongue over his bottom lip.

His hands began to drift lower, always roaming. He touched you like he had never touched you before. Every time, it was like the first time. He kissed you like you were his very salvation.

You hands lightly scratched down his clothed chest.

“Careful doll.” He warned, his voice barely above a whisper, leaning in more he nipped your ear.

You melted into his touch. His arms wrapping around you, giving you a sense of protection, and arousal that your husband never once provided for you.

“Thank you. You make me feel so safe, and happy. He never kisses me like this.”

You felt him tense at your words. Almost prying himself from your arms. You opened your mouth to backtrack, flustered by your own unexpected vulnerability.

“Do you mean it?” He forced you to meet his eyes. Staring at your very soul like he could tear you apart right there. His eyes were narrowed, brows furrowed.

“I-what?”

“Do you mean it. Do I really make you feel that way?”he reiterated, his eyes never wavering.

“Yes.”

“Doll. Please allow me to show you what else I can do for you. Let me have you, if even only for tonight.”

You nodded, finding yourself unable to speak. You had never gone beyond kissing and maybe pleasuring each other orally if you got particularly daring.

“I need verbal confirmation sweetheart.” His hands began bunching up the skirt of your dress, skimming the panty line on your legs.

“Please.”You whined at his touch, suddenly needing more.

His breath hitched at your plea. He picked you up, hoisting you over his shoulder.

“Ah! What are you doing?!” You yelped, thrown off by the sudden change in his behavior.

“I’m going to make you feel good doll. I’m going to make you see the gates of heaven, and I’m going to completely ruin you for everyone else. I’m going to make every man outside of me so unappealing and unsatisfying that you’ll have no choice but to come crawling back. I’m going to give you what your husband will never be able to.” He responded, annoyance clear in his voice when he mentioned your husband.

He carried you upstairs, storming into the bedroom you shared with your spouse. He tossed you on the bed, quickly pulling his suit coat off.

Uncuffing the sleeves of his dress shirt he walked over to the vanity dresser. His lip curled at the picture of you and your husband on your wedding day.

“Disgusting pig. Giving up divinity for a mediocre diner hussy.” He growled, back facing you as he slammed the frame face down.

You flinched at his anger, but felt the walls of your core clench down.

He loosened his tie as he stalked back towards you, pushing you down on the twin bed until you were lying down.

He crawled over you, maneuvering his way between your legs. He began to trail soft kisses down your neck. Pulling the collar of your dress down to kiss your exposed throat and chest.

Licking a long strip of skin under your collarbone.

You writhed under his mouth.

He had hardly started and you could already feel yourself getting wet.

It wasn’t your fault.

Sure you had explored your own body, but your husband hardly ever showed a physical interest in you. At most he would rut into you enough to finish himself.

But this was different. Your husband’s boss was different. He continued his little chaste butterfly kisses down your body, carefully pulling your dress over your head leaving you in your slip and underclothes.

He tracked down your breasts, running his tongue across the buds before blowing cold air on them.

He then placed kisses along your ribs, down the soft skin of your stomach. Around the tops of your thighs. He pushed up into a kneel position, sitting back on his legs, as he pulled one of your legs over his shoulder. Planting his gentle ministrations at the crook of your knee, down to your ankle.

He mumbled something under his breath that you couldn’t quite catch, but it sounded awfully similar to worship and goddess.

His ever wandering hands made their way under your slip and pulled your panties down.

His eyebrow quirked up. An amused smirk on his face as he eyed the dark blue lacy panties in his hand. They were soaked through.

“How’d you know blue is my favorite color, sweetheart?”

“I-well- you mentioned it during a work party once, so I thought you might like..um.” You stammered, finding it difficult to endure his prying eyes and over-confident face.

“My my, doll. Does your husband know that you buy lingerie to show his boss? Hmm? How horribly naughty. The town would talk.” He said, his voice low but giddy, like he just told a joke only he understood.

He tucked the panties in his back pocket before scaling back up the inside of your legs, lowering himself between your thighs, he bit lightly at the inside of your thigh. You tried to jerk your leg away from him, not expecting him to do that.

But his grip tightened keeping you open to him.

You moaned softly. You could feel his grin against the plush of your skin. Your body shivered roughly when you felt him press his face into the place you needed him most.

You felt his breath caress your skin, as if he was trying to inhale your very scent.

“Shit, doll. Your husband sure doesn’t know what he’s missing.” He breathed, before letting his tongue slide against your folds.

Your breath caught in your throat as his tongue began to prod its way into your heat. Pulling out, he kitten-licked your clit before he started to suck on it. Oh so gently at first.

Your fingers tangled mindlessly in his dark locks.

You moaned, this sensation; new but not unwelcome at all. You felt one long lithe finger dip into your heat, causing your legs to tighten around his head. His hands reached so much farther than yours, and felt so much nicer, curling against your soft walls as he pressed a second finger in.

You hands gave a sharp tug on his hair at the intrusion, causing a muffled groan to escape from him. He began to push his fingers in faster, eagerly feasting on you like a starved man.

With the steady pace he had set, you met your release in record time. His hands felt heavenly upon you. Your face heated quickly as you watched him lick you clean. Those electric blue eyes meeting yours as he slowly pulled himself from the clutch of your legs. The lower half of his face gleaned from the coat of your arousal.

His mouth closing in around the fingers that were just in you.

He moaned at the taste of you on his lips and tongue. Eyes rolling back, and lashes fluttering closed, as he savored the flavor.

“So good, and all just for me.” A wicked grin appeared on his face, clearly amused by his own words.

He stripped himself of his shirt at an agonizingly slow pace, one button at a time.

Annoyed at his teasing, you pulled him down by his loosened tie and began to strip him of his pants yourself. His face briefly reddened, flustered by your boldness.

Your hand reached into his boxers, wrapping your fingers around his length. He was girthy, and long. He was packing a hell lot more than your husband could ever even dream of having. The very idea turned you on further. Just one more way he was better than that useless excuse for a man you married.

His body writhed lightly at your touch. Despite the gentleness, your grasp had him fighting for control. Control over his own body, and control over the situation.

You had him right where you wanted him. You flipped you and him over, putting you on top.

“Have I ever told you how gorgeous you are, doll?” He breathed the words as you got off the bed and sank to your knees.

His body quickly followed after your own, but he remained seated at the edge of the bed, legs spread open for you.

God, you wished you could have this memory burned into your brain.

He was so pretty, and strong, and perfect. Even his cock was perfect, curved in a way that guaranteed you would be seeing stars later.

Pursing your lips, let out a short breath over his lap. Then you let your tongue kitten lick his tip. Your hands crawled his over his thighs, you could feel him tense underneath you.

Tilting your head your at him with big doe eyes, you took the tip in your mouth. He exhaled shakily.

“Shit, doll. Don’t go teasing me now.” He murmured, feeling you take more of him in and losing himself in the sensation.

Slowly, you began to bob your head, taking a little more of him in each time.

Your tongue slid against the underside of his cock. Slipping up and down the vein that ran underneath.

He choked out a moan. His hands wrapped themselves in your hair. Lightly applying pressure until you let him take control.

“F-fuck. That’s it, Darling.” His voice was deep, dropping low enough to send shivers down your spine, as he cradled your head between his hands.

Without notice he pulled your head into his lap gruffly, raising his hips to meet your mouth. His breath was coming faster now.

You choked on him. Your eyes watering as he repeated the motion, but still, you kept up the brutal pace he was setting, eager to please him.

God, he thought you looked beautiful. Even crying on his dick, you were perfect.

“O-oh sh-shit.” His stuttering and ragged breathes only made you more determined.

His cock was hitting the back of your throat mercilessly, tears were streaming down your face.

You felt him twitch in your mouth he was getting close.

“A-ah, f-f-fuck, Doll. N-not like this.” He cried out.

With a sharp tug on your hair he pulled you off him. You yelped in pain, but the sting sent a deep shock to your core. You pressed your thighs together, desperate for friction.

From the floor, you watched him tense his muscles, relaxing his body from the feeling of being on the brink of finishing.

His breath was heavy, as he made eye contact with you.

Taking you in. Taking in your messy appearance, make-up smudged, mascara running down your tear-stained face, your lipstick smeared across your swollen lips.

“Get on the bed.” His eyes raked your body like you were water and he’d been lost in the desert for days.

You quickly obeyed. Never had listening to someone’s orders felt so rewarding. So sexy. So intimate.

He moved over you, lining himself up with your entrance. In one smooth stroke he pushed himself into the hilt. He released a long but slow breath, as though he had been holding it forever.

“You’re so tight, Doll.” He groaned in your ear. Nipping at your earlobe in the process, and sucking the soft part of your neck underneath your ear.

You moaned at his size. He was filling you to the brim, you doubted he would even be able to move much with how full it felt inside of you. It was almost as if his tip was kissing the entrance to your cervix, and he hadn’t even begun moving.

“Sweetheart, the minute you say stop. We stop. No questions asked. Got that?”

You paused, you hadn’t realized you could have a choice in that. Your husband had never given you a choice. You were surprised, but found yourself more relaxed at the idea. You nodded your head.

“No. Not good enough. Use your words, Darling.” He ordered, making his voice low and smooth.

“Y-yes.”

“Good girl.” He said as he began a slow and steady pace, rocking into you.

Your chest arched into his, as he rutted into you at a relaxed pace, catching your lips with his, like he had all the time in the world.

His hands roamed across your body, on a seemingly never-ending journey. From your hair, to your breasts, to your waist, to your ass, and finally reaching your thighs.

His hands kneaded the plush of your thighs as he slowly pushed on of your legs against your chest, hooking on his shoulder, he started pushing in deeper than before.

You cried out in both pain and pleasure from the new position. You felt the ever tightening coil in your gut stir rapidly at the angle. He was hitting all the right spots in you. The curve of his erection was consistently tapping upon the sweet spot in your core that had you blanking. You doubted you’d be able to remember much of this, just the way he smelled like home. The way his skin had the slightest layer of salty sweat on it. The way he had pressed his hips into yours like he would cherish this moment forever, like he could cherish you forever. The way his lips grazed yours over and over again, stealing small kisses from your opened mouth.

Your jaw dropped slightly leaving your mouth opened more, lips curved in an “o” shape, as you whined out your breaths. His pace picked up, neither of you were going to last much longer, and you both knew it.

“Such a perfect girl for me. Should’ve married you before that fucking bastard did.” He muttered, more to himself than you, but you had caught it.

Those words were your end, the ever-winding coil in your gut snapped, you clenched down on him hard, causing his motions to stutter.

“A-ah, Doll. I’m so close. I’m g-gonna.. ah..where?” He voice shook, breathy in your ear.

You rode out your orgasm quickly, letting the thick waves of pleasure drown you. Readying yourself for his, you responded in record time.

“Inside. Please. Give me it. I want to have your baby, please!” You begged, crying out as his pelvis drove into yours at an unrelenting, yet unrhythmic speed.

He cried out as he painted your inside white. Spilling himself inside of you. The thick white hot ropes keeping you both connected even as he pulled out.

You were both breathing hard, and unsteady. He placed a gentle kiss on the crown of your head, before getting up and walking to the bathroom.

He came back just a minute later with a wet rag in hand.

He carefully cleaned you up, trying to be mindful of how sensitive you were to his touch.

Once you were both clean, he crawled into the bed with you, pulling you in as close as possible to make room for two people on your twin sized bed.

“Hey, Doll?”He asked, his voice almost tentative, nervous even.

“Yes?”

“If I can get your husband to divorce you, will you marry me?”

He had you surprised for the third time that night.

But what shocked you more was the response that seemed to pour effortlessly from your lips.

“In a heartbeat.”