The music was pumping at full volume through my headphones as I rounded the corner and back to my street. I needed the distraction to keep my mind from racing and thinking about the turn my life was taking. To be honest, I didn't want to think about it at all given my disappointing behavior as of recent.
As I finished out my three-mile morning run, I crossed in front of the house. Eric was already outside in the yard, refinishing the fence. When I ran passed him, he couldn't keep his eyes off me. I was in a tight pair of black running shorts and a tight blue tank top. My blonde hair was tied back into a high ponytail. Aside from the tight ensemble, I knew part of Eric's lingering gaze was due to his desire to have me again.
It had been over a week since the friendly dinner that resulted in mind shattering sex on his couch. Eric had offered to continue an affair with me, giving me an open invitation to swing by his house anytime. I told him that night that I had to think about it, an answer that he didn't like. Since then, he had been sneaking glances and making suggestive gestures at me every time I saw him. This time, he was licking his lips as I walked up the pathway to my front door, sending a jolt between my legs.
I hurried into my house, not wanting to show how he affected me. I slammed the door and fell against it, willing my desire to subside. Eric had been the last man to touch me. In over a week, Dennis had not shown me any attention as he was consumed with work. When that wasn't the issue, he was too exhausted to do anything. I tried to abate my growing lust by masturbating, but it was only a temporary fix, even when I used the dildo. I was stressed and didn't know what to do.
I hurried upstairs to my room, stripping off my clothes as I went. I could hear the shower running in the master bedroom; Dennis was still home. I opened the door and slipped into the shower behind him. I was in desperate need for release.
His head was completely submerged beneath the cascading water, unable to hear my entry. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips to his. He lurched back slightly in surprise, but I pulled him tight against me. My tongue traced his lips, begging for entrance into his mouth. Instead of relenting, he pushed me back.
"Liz, sweetie. What's gotten into you this morning?"
"It's been over two weeks since we've done anything. Is it a crime to desire some attention from my husband?" I chuckled, but I was far from joking.
I pressed my body against his, hoping that the feel of his naked wife would be enough to convince him to give me some kind of release. I wasn't that lucky.
"Sorry, sweetheart, but I have to get to work," he said moving around me towards the door of the shower. "But how about when I come home tonight, we have a little time for each other."
"Promise?"
"No matter how tired I am, I will give you a little satisfaction, even if it means I have to skip dinner."
"Okay," I smiled. It was the best I was going to get.
"Thanks sweetie." He gave me a kiss on the cheek and slipped out of the shower.
I sighed as I stood beneath the showerhead and began to clean this morning's workout from my body. I was dying for release, but it was going to have to wait. At least Dennis promised me that he would give me some attention tonight. As I soaped up my body, my hands wandered between my legs. My finger grazed my clit and I jumped. I was hypersensitive from the lack of orgasm that the slightest touch was sending me over the edge.
I caught myself. Given that the last few times Dennis and I had sex I wasn't getting my release from him, it might be in my best interest to hold off. It was only going to be another ten hours. If I pleasured myself now, I might have to draw from inspiration to finish with Dennis later. Mentally and emotionally, I couldn't do that again without bursting into tears.
I quickly finished up in the shower and got dressed in a pair of short jean shorts and low cut tee shirt. I headed into the kitchen to grab something to eat. From the window above the sink, I watched Dennis pull out of the driveway, not even bothering to say goodbye. Some marriage this was turning out to be.
"Liz!" a high-pitched voice came through my back screen door.
I looked out to see Annie over the fence, frantically waving for me to come and talk to her. This was what I had dreaded for the last week. After sleeping with Eric, even though it happened only once, I still had to be around him. What was worse was that I had to face Annie, his naïve and overly friendly wife. In the grand scheme of all this, she didn't deserve for her husband to cheat on her, especially with the new neighbor. I should've told her, but I couldn't as the repercussions would hit me just as hard.
I swallowed hard, grabbed my coffee, and put on a friendly face as I headed out to greet her.
"Hey Annie. How have you been?"
"Spectacular. How about you? I haven't seen you since the dinner party."
"I've been working on decorating the house and planning what to do with all the extra space. No little feet to take over the rooms," I joked.
"I know the feeling," she said glumly, but her mood bounced back instantly. "But I'm sure you'll figure something out. Have you considered a craft room?"
"I'm not the creative type," I confessed, taking a sip of my coffee.
"Hmm, well I'm sure you'll think of something."
"Anyways, how was that emergency flight to Dallas?"
"Ugh, a nightmare. I had a drunk passenger vomit on my shoes an hour before we landed."
"Yuck. I hope you had an extra pair with you."
"Yea, but only a shower and dowsing my feet in rubbing alcohol could get rid of the smell," she laughed.
I took another sip of my coffee, trying to come up with some way to excuse myself from the conversation. It was so awkward talking to her given what happened.
"So I never got to ask you, how was your time with Eric after I left?"
I nearly choked on my coffee. There is no way in hell that he had told her about what happened.
"Good. The desert he made was delicious." I figured talking about the food was a safe bet, given we didn't talk much after she left and what we did talk about involved our desire to fuck each other senseless.
"I'm glad you liked it. He is such a wonderful husband," she gushed, looking like love obsessed teen.
"I hope that's me you're talking about," his voice chuckled from down the fence.
He walked towards us with a broad smile on his face, his eyes focused on his little wife. Even though he wasn't looking at me, his presence still had the same effect as if he was. I was growing weak and the ache was growing between my legs at the memory of our secret. I squirmed slightly, thankful that the fence was in the way to obscure my leg movements.
Eric came behind his wife and kissed her lips, sweetly at first, but then growing in intensity. Annie closed her eyes and chuckled against him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Eric pulled her close to him, but his eyes focused on me. I looked away from the loving couple and sipped my coffee, not wanting any part of this display.
"Sweetie, save that excitement for later," Annie blushed, pushing away from her husband.
"I'm sorry, dear. You just make it so difficult."
Annie swatted playfully at him and turned her attention back to me.
"So, what do you have planned for today, Liz?"
