The Sinful Affair

Chapter 2

After changing into her nightgown Anne climbed into bed grabbing the book she had been reading as she did so. Maybe reading could take her mind off learning that Tristan's ex was going to be living beside them. That he had even went to meet her for coffee. That he left work early for her when he hadn't even left work early for Anne or their kids period.

Anne knew she was probably overreacting by being angry. Tristan was her husband in the end even if at first the marriage had been forced upon them by her parents mainly her dad but Tristan had always insisted he would have married her anyway even if there had been no John on the way. She couldn't help but wonder differently though. What twenty-five year old man would have wanted to marry an eighteen year old girl? None that she knew of now anyway.

But then again she also knew things had been different between them. They had just progressed so naturally after their first meeting when he was mowing her parents lawn for some extra cash. It was by their fourth secret date which had just been them driving to the lake in his car that she let him have s*x with her. That had been in February just a month before she even conceived John. At least then he had taken her back to his house. Isaac had been gone for the night and her parents were out of town. Some revival her dad was preaching at.

"He still stayed married to me though," she voiced out loud as she shut the book and let it lay in her lap. She knew right now she wouldn't get any reading done. "He stayed with me after John," she muttered.

To be honest it had surprised her that he had stayed after John especially when all she heard from her mother was that he would bail not long after the baby came. That he just seemed like the type especially if he had been the type to mess around with a minor. Yet Tristan proved her mother wrong. He stayed and then they eventually had Carl though maybe he had only stayed because of Carl too. Maybe the kids were the only thing making him stay.

Closing her eyes she ran a hand through her hair. She was sure with Natalie living next door he would spend time there. He would realize that he wanted someone his own age and he would leave her. He'd tell her they were only together for the kids and he'd bail like he should have done after John.

Anne opened her eyes again and this time when she reached for her book she was determined to read it and quite her mind. She had to quite her mind down. How could she keep worrying over something that hadn't happened yet? Though she guessed it was because of the fact she felt like her and Tristan were drifting farther apart. Him leaving her for Natalie would be the next step and the final one in ending their marriage.

When she heard the door to their bedroom open she looked up from her book briefly to see Tristan shut the door behind him and start to strip down to his boxers. Looking down at her book again she tried to ignore the fact that just the simple act of seeing him take his shirt off followed by the sound of his zipper being undone had turned her on, though she was guessing anything at this rate could turn her on. It had been two months since they last had s*x. That had been two weeks after he opened the studio.

Feeling him get into bed beside her she raised an eyebrow and turned to face him when he took her book out of her hands. "I was reading that," she told him as they locked eyes.

"I never pegged you as a Fifty Shades fan," Tristan teased as he looked at the book he had stolen from his wife's grasp.

Anne made a slight face, "I'm not really. I just asked Jessica for something spicy to read last week and she gave me this," she shrugged as she watched Tristan leaf through the book. "It's kind of like bad porn."

Hearing that her sister gave her the book Tristan made a face as he continued to leaf through it, "Any of those bad porn scenes gotten you off?" he asked before handing the book back to her and raising an eyebrow. "I mean fantasizing about a nearly twenty-seven year old man must be heaven for you compared to the thirty-one year old man you have in your bed every night with his massive chest hair and wrinkles on his face," he teased but some of what he said was partly true. He could imagine that by now Anne probably wished she had married someone closer to her own age. Someone who could at least be as attractive and sexy as she was.

"But heaven for me is your chest hair," Anne smirked as she turned away from Tristan briefly to lay her book down on the nightstand. "It's kind of sexy," she spoke after turning to face him again her hand coming to rest on his chest, her index finger running through his hair lightly. "I mean seeing you shirtless tonight got me turned on," she admitted as she moved closer to him.

Tristan couldn't help but blush at Anne's words. Hearing her say his chest hair was sexy and then the way her fingers lightly ran through it after she rested a hand on his chest. If he didn't know better he would say his wife was trying to seduce him and if his growing erection was the judge she was doing her job. "Is that so?" he asked seductively hearing her say that seeing him shirtless had turned her on.

Knowing he could still turn her on was an ego boost to him. That after five years of marriage and a seven year age difference that was beginning to show thanks to his wrinkles, that his wife still could be turned on by him helped his own views on his looks at least for right now.

"Maybe you should show me how turned on it got you," he spoke again leaning in to kiss Anne after she moved closer. As they kissed he let his hand slowly move over to the hem of her nightgown and he bit her lip as his hand decided to wander it's way up her nightgown a smirk forming when he finally felt the material of her underwear.

Kissing Tristan back Anne felt herself shiver as his hand slipped under her nightgown, a moan escaping her lips as his hand quickly brushed over the crotch of her panties not long after, making her wetter than she already was. At least tonight it wouldn't be her own hand providing her relief.

"I want you to touch me," Anne muttered as she broke away from the kiss and stared into his eyes, biting her lip as he rubbed her through the crotch of her panties again a smirk playing on his gorgeous lips. "Not like that," she whined as she shook her head though she knew he knew what she had meant but he was teasing her. Making her work for it.

"Then tell me how you want me to touch you," Tristan whispered as he continued to rub her through her panties. He wasn't dumb though and he knew what Anne wanted but god he loved hearing her tell him. He loved when she got dirty and said words she wouldn't even normally say.

Pouting slightly at his words Anne sighed when he kept rubbing her through the material of her panties. "I want you to touch my f*****g p***y," she moaned out as his fingers pushed the material of her clothing in some and he rubbed her clit through them. "Please touch me," she whimpered wanting to feel his hand on her skin.

Smirking more as she began to whimper with her words he slowly pushed her panties to the side and let his hand start to work on her bare flesh. Flesh that was slick to the touch.

Anne smirked now too as he began to rub her bare p***y her hips arching some as he did so. Looking over at him she couldn't help but notice the erection growing in his boxers. "Looks like you have a little problem too," she muttered before leaning in to kiss him. "Or well big," she said into his mouth as her own hand found it's way to his boxers. It was there she let it slip inside and find his c**k.

Beginning to pump him in the same rhythm he was stroking her she couldn't help but like the moans that were escaping his mouth. She hadn't heard these sounds from him in two months and by god she had almost forgotten just how hot they had sounded.

"f**k," Tristan breathed out as he pulled away from the kiss his head falling back against his pillow as she continued to pump him. Her hand was doing wonders for his aching c**k but he knew he'd need much more than that. He needed to be inside of her. "I need you baby," he muttered when he was finally able to move his head up to look at her. "I need you so god damn bad."

Hearing Tristan say he needed her, Anne slowly moved her hand out of his boxers before sliding her panties off and throwing them somewhere off the bed. Watching as he did the same with his boxers she then proceeded to maneuver herself on top of him. It was a position they both liked, her riding him.

"Is this better?" she asked once she had moved down on his c**k a moan coming out as she spoke. She couldn't deny she liked the way he felt inside of her even after five years of marriage.

"It'd be better if you actually started moving," Tristan told her before pushing her nightgown up. "And if this was gone."

Anne just gave him a wink before discarding the last of her clothes. It was after the nightgown was off though that she started to move on him. At first it was slow but when he started to move with her she just kind of picked up speed. The fact that this hadn't happened in two months made her just want to get off so bad tonight which was probably shallow but she just missed the way it felt when she reached her eventual end with him inside of her, the way it felt when he came as well.

Moaning loudly as Anne started to move on him Tristan's head fell back again against the pillow and it stayed there even as he began to move with her. He knew it had been awhile since they had been together like this and he knew that in this moment his c**k was thanking him for getting off work early.

"f**k baby," he muttered feeling his nails digging into the flesh of skin on her hips. "I love being inside of you," he muttered finally moving his head to look up at her as she rode him. He liked the sight of it, the way she moved on him so effortlessly. The way her breasts moved. It was a beautiful sight, she was a beautiful sight.

Letting her head fall back after awhile Anne moaned louder as she felt her walls closing in around him, his name as well as a few expletives coming out of her mouth as she rode through her orgasm though even after her orgasm she kept her hips moving until he came inside of her, his body shuddering below her as he did so.

It was after he was finished that she let her head fall against his chest briefly as she caught her breath. "I love you," she smiled kissing his chest softly. She did love him and now she kind of felt guilty for her silly worries about Natalie. If tonight was any indication of things then she knew Tristan was hers to keep. He was satisfied by her and she could still get him going.

"I love you too Ave," Tristan whispered as he kissed her shoulder. He did love her and he was glad that she had helped rid him of his worries about his looks. Knowing she still found him sexy even his flaws was enough for him to feel at ease with things. He now wasn't so afraid she'd wake up one day and won't a newer model.

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Waking the next morning as he heard his alarm going off Tristan groaned slightly as he turned to look at the clock. Seven-thirty had came earlier then he liked but he knew he had to leave early. He had been so swamped ever since opening his studio.

Reaching over he turned the alarm off and then turned to look at Anne who was still asleep beside him curled up in the covers. She still looked so beautiful to him even in the morning and he hated to leave her but he had too. Leaning in he kissed her cheek softly before slipping out of bed to find his boxers that he had discarded last night.

Once they had been found he left the room after finding some clean clothes. Heading down to the bathroom he quickly showered once there and soon dressed. He knew by the time he made it downstairs though that he didn't have time to eat breakfast here or even make coffee. He'd have to do that on his way to work.

Finding the notepad Anne left by the phone in the kitchen he scribbled her a quick note before leaving for work. He hadn't left a note for her in ages but today it felt kind of right to do that, especially after the night they had last night.