Dangerous Affairs

Monica

  I just stood there and stared at my husband. He’s playing his video games again. I swear he cares more about those f*****g things then he does me. This is what has driven me to this. To cheating. To falling in love with another man. But I can’t leave. What would I do? Where would I go? When we found out junior year of high school that I was pregnant, he sealed my fate by marrying me. I never went to college, I never worked. Even though we haven’t had kids in the house for over a year, he still won’t allow me to work. Volunteering is my only skillset, aside from being a mother. Not that I don’t love being a mother, I do, but I always wanted more. To be needed for something other than changing diapers, helping with homework, making dinner, and keeping the house clean. I always loved to decorate. I would be fantastic as a interior designer. Every time I brought it up to Nick, he’d always tell me to redecorate a room in our house. I have lost count on how many times I’ve redecorated this house. Since his family had money, I had to sign a prenup when we go married. I would leave here with nothing if I ever walked out. I have no family and really no friends. So I’m stuck. In a loveless marriage, a fantastically designed house, and a lover whom I doubt I’ll never actually get to share a life with. 

     I jumped when my phone dinged. It’s Ethan. He’s going to be late meeting me as his wife isn’t home yet. I don’t know why he doesn’t leave her. He says he doesn’t love her. But for some reason she keeps getting pregnant, and as long as his kids are young, he won’t leave. I often wonder what he would have done if I ended up pregnant. I know that’s not possible, but I’ve always wondered. I’ve been seeing Ethan for almost 3 years. I met him when my non-profit reached out to his firm for donations. I was drawn to him instantly. And within days he asked me out. It snowballed from there. I would go with him on his work trips and we’d even vacationed a few times. Now, since he doesn’t travel much, we’ve limited our meetings to a lavish sweet on the upper east side. Three times a week. I thought it was a fling at first, but I fell for him, hard. And the s*x. Oh the s*x is amazing. That is mostly what keeps me meeting him. Nick hasn’t touched me in years. I doubt he’s cheating, but wouldn’t care if he was.  

     I got to the hotel and made my way to our sweet. Ethan rents it by the month and allows me to use it anytime I want, even if he’s not there. Since it might be awhile, a nice warm bath sounds good. I draw the bath and grab my Bluetooth speaker to put on some music. I strip and step in the tub. I just laid in there, letting the music drowned out my thoughts. I wasn’t sure how long I was in there, but I noticed the water was getting cool. I didn’t realize how tired I was. I got out, out a robe on and laid on the bed. I’ll just nap for awhile. Nick thinks I’m at a church retreat so I’ll be staying here tonight. With or without Ethan. I closed my eyes and quickly fell asleep.  

     I awoke to hand on me. I recognized the touch. It was Ethan. He was caressing my breasts and kissing the back of my neck. I moaned in pleasure. He slid his hand down my front until he reached my p***y. He gently started making circling motions around my c**t. My toes curled and my hips started to move with him. “I love how wet you get for me” he whispered in my ear before lightly sucking on my lobe. “You’re the only one that can get me wet” I responded before letting out another moan. He turned me on to my back and completely opened my robe. He was already naked and hard. He crawled on top of me and starting kissing my neck. Then moved down to my chest, cupping and sucking my breasts at the same time. He slowly started moving further down. Tracing my belly and pelvic area with his tongue. I pushed my hips up. I wanted him, needed him. He then went to one thigh, licking and kissing. Then went to the other. Just when I couldn’t take it anymore, he made his way to my wet p***y. I cried out in pleasure. The way he licks and sticks my c**t is mind shattering. I could feel the warmth build in my body. He gently slid two fingers in me, never missing a beat with his tongue. After a few times in and out, I lost it. I came and immediately started to quiver. He then flipped me over, pulled my ass up to him and shoved his d**k into my p***y. Within seconds I came again. After a few more fast thrusts he came too. “f**k” he screamed out before collapsing on my back.  

     “How long do I get you for today?” I asked as I walked out of the bathroom and sat next to him on the bed. “I have to head back in an hour or so” he responded. I didn’t look at him. It hurts that our times together have been getting shorter and shorter. He put his hand under my chin and lifted it so that he was looking me in the eyes. “Oliver wants my help with basketball. Tryouts are next week and he wants to be varsity. So I told him I’d work with him tonight.” I understood. Even if he’s a shitty husband, sometimes shitty boyfriend, he’s never been a shitty father. “Well, before you go, can I give you something to think about?” I asked in a sensual manner. He raised a brow at me. I stood up, untied my robe and let it fall to the floor. This instantly made him hard. I climbed on top of him and rode him until he had to leave.