The Game Of Lust

Hard to hold back

“My day was alright,” I said, dragging out a dinner chair, I sat with her while she was having dinner. I quickly noticed there were two glasses of wine on the table but one was emptied.

“You had a visit? ” I asked staring thoughtfully at the wine glass.

“Yea, a friend of mine, you've met him before I think,” she answered.

“Really?” I could only think of one person and that was the man I spotted her with on our wedding, though I didn't get the opportunity of asking for his name.

“He was at our wedding, but I don't know if you met him,”

“What's his name? maybe I'd remember,” I asked eagerly

“Oh his name's Andre Richardson,”

As the words dropped from her lips, I shuddered inwardly. Suddenly everything began to turn into distorted images in my head. I had never thought that hearing that name would shake me as hard as it did and then I realized that it was not the first time I was hearing that same name, it sounded all too recent in my ears.

“Andre Richardson?” I queried, I stared into the empty glass of wine again and was overtaken by thoughts of him sitting on that very table with Margret, perhaps on the very chair I was seated on, suddenly I no longer wished to eat. Margret was wearing her silk night dress, the one that took all the air out of me, the one I constantly imagined her in, nothing suited her better than silk, the way it hugged her body, the way it reflected the warm ambiance of the room, I was jealous of the freedom it possessed, borrowing between her locked thighs, pinching into places I long to grasp. Something about it all made me choke on all the things I'd earlier said about Margret being far from my type of woman, in fact none of those requirements mattered after we married. l longer paid attention to the women around me, I'd already unconsciously given myself to Margret and hearing the name of a man I had proclaimed an enemy, broke all my hopes and left me wistful.

“He's also a writer, you should read his work, they're brilliant,” she remarked with a smile.

It finally hit me like a hammer on the finger. I recalled the book Louie handed to me, ‘The Grasslands ’ was the title. My eyes shuffled between Margret and the wine glass, If hard vengeful stares had any special abilities they would probably blow apart the wine glass before.

I stood abruptly as she uttered words I could no longer hear, my attention was shifted to more intricate matters.

I quietly strolled out of the dining room and marched up the stairs, colourless in fright like one who had encountered a ghost on his way.

I reached my room and frantically searched through the shelf, in search of the book Louie had given me. If I were to loathe him any further I would have to prove that it were him I spotted with her at the wedding. I knocked over the books on the desk after scattering about the books on the shelf. At last I found it, sitting by my bedside, I turned the book over to see the picture of the author on the back page and without a doubt it was him, his face could not be forgotten so easily, his sharp witty features, he had a mustache as well, it gave him an early twentieth century appearance, I despised it all.

The window blew open as the cool breeze rushed in. I crashed on my chair in defeat,

It was late, why would he visit Margret at such a time if he did not have ulterior motives. Flashes of them passionately laying together invaded my thoughts, My stomach churned and twisted into uncomfortable knots. I could not accept the thought of Margret being unfaithful, I could not question her virtue even though I lacked every hint of chastity in me, I couldn't bare to think of this man in bed with my wife, I couldn't bare the thought of him seeing Margret in her silk night robes, but what if he did? I asked myself. What if he saw more than that? The growing jealousy sprouted into a full blown anger as well as hate. I was angry at myself and everyone else, if only i had disagreed, if only I'd said “No” I would be single and free from the cage I was put in, it had been months since I had any attention and part of me had shut down.

I melted shamefully into the chair and stared at the distance, through the open window but I saw nothing. lost in my agony. The door creaked open and Louie came in, balancing a tray in her hands. “Excuse me sir, Ms Hamish sent me to bring these up for you since you haven't had your dinner yet,” she said, placing the tray on the desk, I was still searching silently in the distance, there were no words in me. She picked up the scattered books around and arranged them back on the shelf.

I did not look at Louie, after what transpired between Louie and I.

I was not ready to face her just yet and looking at her would not be the best idea as my ability to function would easily melt away in her presence, so I avoided her gaze. She was shuffling around the room, from shelf to desk, picking up the mess.

“Are you alright Mr Dalto?” she asked, suddenly I regained my awareness, the distortion cleared and the ringing in my ear ended. But still I was shuddered by everything, I knew Margret did not love me, but why him of all people? I wished to know.

“How long have you worked here Louie? ” I asked and her face paused in shock, “Just … three years sir, ”

“What do you know about Margret? ”

“Umm … not much actually, at the time I worked here, Ms Hamish hardly stayed home, we only occupied and cleaned up till she got back,” she explained

“Does she have a lot friends? ”

“No … just one friend … he comes by a lot and he was here not too long ago”

“Really?” I asked, “How close are they?” I could not hide my curiosity,

“”I have to say … They are really close, he even calls her Maggie”

It felt as though the smooth rolling CD in my head cracked and shattered.

“Maggie? … he calls her Maggie?” I repeated.

“ He does, they also go out together a lot, that's why she came from her trip so early to attend his book launched in a few days,”

I was boiling hot and cold in my insides, finally I turned to find Louie standing obediently at a corner. I hoped she would not notice the steam rushing out of my ears or the worry in my eyes, it bothered me the most.

“Are you alright sir?” she asked moving closer.

“I'm fine!” I snapped, slamimg my fist on the desk, louie jolted in surprise.

“I'm so sorry, I'm just not myself anymore ” I sighed wistfully.

“It's alright.” she said.

I remembered what Margret had said about me not being ready to love anyone, I was willing to try to this time but she would not let me.

“Why does she torture me?” I asked, leaning back into the chair.

“I'm truly sorry Mr Dalton .”

Louie put down the stack of books in her hands. Staring down at me with sympathy in her eyes or pitty rather, she pulled up her uniform slightly and went down on her knees.

She placed both arms on my thighs and rested her head on her crossed arms. That way I could not avoid her, she smelled of lavender and air freshener, her ginger hair spread across across my thighs.

“You don't deserve to be treated this way,” she sighed, Finally there was someone out there who understood my pain.

I placed my hand on her head and ran my fingers through her hair, when they weren't in water they were curly and voluminous. I felt a little bit of comfort feeling her warmth on my thighs. She looked up at me with a calm look on her face.

“I can help you if you want,”

“How? ”

She stood up and faced me, lifting her uniform over her waist, revealing the black lingerie underneath the uniform.

“What are you doing? ” I asked anxiously. She placed her hands on my shoulders and climbed on me. I could hear my own breathing, I'd never been so anxious about s*x before but there I was trembling.

She was sitting on my thighs comfortably,

“I could give you whatever you want Mr Dalton,” she leaned closer and whispered into my ear, her breath was warm and so was her tongue.

She licked my ear, down to my neck, I grabbed onto her thigh in shock. I felt my c**k harden beneath her, she took her hand down and unzipped my fly. She pulled out my c**k and rubbed her fingers through it, slowly and Carefully. I'd longed for it so bad I didn't know when I moaned a little bit and was beginning to feel dizzy.

She climbed down and put my c**k in her mouth. She went on her knees again. From were I sat I got a good view of her ass.

I tried to move but it felt as though I was held down tightly by invisible binds. I felt my c**k grow harder and erect in her wet mouth. Her soft tongue wrapped itself around me. I placed my hand on her head and pulled out the rubber band holding her hair rightly in place. Her red hair fell loosely on her back and shoulders. Her eyes were shut as though she was ravishing the taste of me in her mouth, I trembled at the overwhelming pleasure I felt, . She took it out of her mouth and I came on the rug.

“I can satisfy you all your needs Mr Dalton, ” she purred.

She took off her clothes completely, her bra and underwear as well, her p*ssy was golden brown, she climbed into the bed and spread out both her legs, sucking on two of her fingers. I watched her from were I sat. She took out her fingers and slid them down her stomach and into her p*ssy. She moaned softly as she played with her self, going on and on, watching her p*ssy suck in her fingers, I began to drool at the explicitness of her actions.

The squelching sounds of her wet p*ssy overran my thoughts, she fondled her breasts her other hand, her moans increased, Her round breasts squished between her fingers like a pillow.

I could no longer hold back.