Craving Them

Guilt Words

"I'm sorry." I look at her.

"Why? It is life, and I knew what would happen. My parents were the same, and I never saw them. It was always a nanny. So I knew what I was signing up to when I married him."

I was saying sorry for f*****g Wayne, I should be mad at him, but I can't be. He seems to be stuck and wanting to get some of his life back.

"What about you, Melinda? Your family, friends and life?"

"What life?" I laugh slightly. "My parents aren't like everyone else's. They divorced while I was young, my mum got a new partner every month, my dad turned around and said he was gay about four years ago. My sister doesn't speak to me. I live in an apartment that would fit in your bathroom. I don't belong in this world, so I will forever be just a worker."

"You fit where you want to. The assumption that only those from well-off families and unbroken homes belong in this world is stupid. I shouldn't be here because my parents aren't together. They weren't while I was a child. They just played the part to fit in. So be grateful, Melinda, that your parents went in their own directions as watching them stay just to fit in. It hurts." 

"You and Wayne?" Are they just trying to fit in?

"We love each other. We're happy together, but we both miss the old life, which was how my parents started. I watched them drift apart, secrets affairs, just something to make them feel like they were living again. If things don't change, that is Wayne and me. The difference is my parents fell out of love way before then. We still love each other."

I smile at her. "What then? When one of you do cheat?" 

"Not a clue. Things could get better, which sounds awful, but we both need that release from being stuck in this world and place. The weird thing is Melinda, I would forgive him."

"I should go. He will no doubt be home soon." I don't want to be here when he gets back.

"He won't. It is hours away, so as always, I told him to stay in the hotel it is being held at. If you want to go, then do, don't stay just because of me." 

I look at her, shaking my head. "No, it is fine. I have no plans, and I need to have some fun before deciding if I go back to work or not." I should. No doubt my leaving will cause Wayne to work more, and then Elise will be alone for even longer.

"Go, honestly, Melinda, even if you decide not to sleep with him again. Go, don't let him run you out of a job. You earned to be there, don't get pushed out." 

Sitting hours pass us by as we drink and laugh. I watch as slowly Elise goes from looking like she is stuck to free, even though it is only a bit.

I laugh, shaking my head.

"The first one! If he doesn't fall to his knees at the first one, then he needs some serious help." I glance across her body; the leather basque looks perfect, her body falls onto the bed as she laughs.

"If only we had time for him actually to strip me and admire what I wear. That hasn't happened in over four years."

"That is wrong. I just admired what you were wearing." I smile at her.

"You're different; you're a woman; it doesn't count." 

I laugh, looking at her confused. "How not? A woman can admire another woman and her lingerie and be able to say how amazing she looks in a s****l way, not just men."

"Is that you saying I look good in a s****l way?" She laughs, finishing her drink.

"Let's be honest, Elise, most of the women around here are jealous of your amazing body. No doubt that is why they freak out when you offer them chocolate and booze." She is terrific, but I guess the fact Wayne never gets time to prove that point leaves her feeling less than that.

Moving, I lean forward, my lips pressing against hers. Unsure of why. I want her to feel better. I feel her hands grasp me and pulling me closer. Moans escaping her mouth as her hands slide along my body, slowly our hands stripping each other. My mind screaming at me, I know this is wrong, hell just yesterday I was in bed with her husband, well, not in bed but pinned against a wall. Moaning, my hands feel across her body.

I will hide after this from them both. Something, though, makes me want to make her smile, and this is a way to. My mouth teases her neck, slowly kissing along her body as her hands grasp into my hair as my mouth reaches between her legs. My tongue teasing her, my eyes fixed on her face watching her pleasure rise as I keep teasing her, my hand grasping her breast. My tongue teasing faster, watching as she moans, her body shaking as the pleasure pulses through her. Her hands grasping my hair tighter as the orgasm flows through her. Her body moves, pushing mine back as her lips press against mine.

Her hands trailing along my skin as her mouth teases along my body. Her tongue teasing against my breasts, gently biting down as she continues to tease down and along my body. Then, getting to my s*x, her tongue trails along it slowly, my hips pushing up as my head falls back in pleasure. Her tongue moving slow, teasing and perfectly taunting me. My moans getting louder as her tongue begins to speed up, my hand covering my mouth to try and silence the moans as I orgasm, feeling her tongue against my s*x, her mouth kissing back up my body before finding mine.

Kissing me, her leg wraps around my waist, my hand tangling into her hair as our tongues swirl around each other, the taste of us mixing together like a seductive cocktail. My hand moves, gliding down her body, reaching between her legs. My fingers move over her s*x, feeling the wetness dripping around them as I push them into her s*x. My hand holding her head hostage as my mouth continues kissing hers, the feel of her fingers pushing inside me causing me to moan.

The kiss is powerful as our fingers continue to tease, pushing deeper in as our breathing gets rugged. Our moans vibrating off each other's lips as the pleasure pulls us under, and we grasp each other tighter feeling the orgasms burn within us.

Lying here, my mind begins screaming. What the hell did I do? I slept with a woman, an actual f*****g woman!

"I'm not sure what to say." I'm not. What the hell do I say?

"Me neither, that is a first for me, a woman, I mean."

"Same for me." My words are quiet as we lay together, my eyes slipping closed, my mind too tired and confused to even try to keep me awake.

The ringing and banging have my jumping up, Elise looking at me as she rubs her eyes. Her eyes glancing to the side as she picks up the phone.

"Hey honey, what's wrong? It is nearly four." I glance at her, confused as she talks, her face whitening. "Yeah, let me throw something on." Then, putting the phone down, she jumps up.

"What is wrong?"

"Shh, he f*****g came home. He is outside. Had I not left the key in the door, he would have walked straight in." She moves, grabbing clothes putting them on as I do. This was stupid. Now, what do we do?

"Look, I will just say you're a friend, and we passed out." 

I stare at her, my eyes widening.

"No, I can't. Look, just, I don't know, let me out the back door or something, please." Hell, I can't stay here and pretend I have no idea it is his house! There are pictures of them on their wedding day.

"Okay, well, will I see you again?" She looks at me, waiting.

Nodding, I grab a pen, writing down my number, I hand it to her. 

"Babes, it is f*****g freezing; come on!" I hear Wayne's voice through the letterbox. s**t, I glance worriedly at her as she giggles slightly. She has no idea, no f*****g idea at all, which makes me laugh slightly. 

Rushing down, she opens the back door, walking out. I watch it close behind me as I make my way around the house, stopping at the corner. I see Wayne sitting down with his back against the door. I can't go until he moves. I watch as the door opens and he falls back, his smile growing as he sees Elise. 

"I missed you." His words are soft as she nods, trying to pull him up.

"Okay, get in first, talk after." 

"Or talk now. I left early. I walked out and left and came home. I needed to see you." He stays lying back, looking at her. He loves her, even I can see that just from his face.

"Okay, come in and talk. As you said, it is freezing." She smiles down at him, her eyes flickering to the corner where I am.

"I need to apologise; I f****d up Elise." My body freezes, no! He can't say now, what if he tells her my name? I stare at him. "I abandoned you, Elise." His head shakes.

"No, you didn't, and I have told you that you don't need to apologise for being busy with work. So come on in and talk, honey. We will figure it out."

"Not just that, Elise, I did something stupid."

He is telling her. s**t! He is actually going to f*****g tell her!

"Okay, let's talk, but in the house, Wayne, come on." I watch as he moves and gets up, walking in with her. The door closes and locks. Rushing, I walk out and go back to my car. Getting in, I drive home, praying that he doesn't tell her my name, and she doesn't come clean and tell him my name.