The Affair Ch 01 3

Darren did a double-take as he spotted the hot-looking woman walking down the road. She was wearing a little red top with a short denim skirt and ankle high brown boots. He could see her long legs, accentuated by her boots. Her hair was dark red, almost dark brown. It was cut to just below her chin, and was being blow by the wind.

It was only as he got closer that Darren recognised her, it was Becky. She was one of the moms at his child's school. Normally she would have been driving, not walking. Darren knew where she lived and knew she had a long walk home. He slowed as he approached her, should he stop or not? If it had been him walking, he would hope someone would stop for him. So, he pulled over as he got next to her. He lowered his window and lent out.

"Do you want a lift?" he shouted to her. She jumped and turned to stare at him, at first not recognising who he was. Then she realised and smiled at him.

"If you don't mind?" She asked. Darren shook his head.

"Come on, get in, it's too far to walk," he told her and she nodded. Quickly she moved round the car and climbed into the passenger side. Once she was in and had fastened her seatbelt, he started off. "Why you walking, it's not that nice a day?"

"Shawn has the car, said he had to go out and needed it." Her voice was tinged with anger.

"You didn't walk to school did you?" She shook her head.

"Managed to get the bus, but the next one's not for an hour. It's quicker to walk, just."

"Even quicker now," Darren said with a laugh. She joined in laughing. Darren was not surprised to find it was her husband's fault. Becky had talked to him a few times about the problems she was having with her husband, Shawn. For the last six months he had been very distant towards her, cold. His attitude changed after he was rushed to the hospital for a major operation.

At the time it had been touch and go as to whether he would live. After the operation, according to Becky, he changed. He had always been a loving husband. When their children had been in reception class together Becky had been happy. She and Darren had spoken a few times; she had not had any worries. Now it was different, she often was upset or down when picking her children up from school.

Darren could commiserate as he was having troubles himself. His wife, Nicola, had been promoted a few months back. Since then she seemed to spend more time at work or doing something to do with work, than with him. Their love life had disappeared, not that it had been earth-shattering before. Nicola was a bit of a prude in bed, not liking anything new or different. Darren loved her, but was not too sure if she loved him anymore. She was spending more and more time at work every week. He was beginning to feel like she was avoiding him, using work as an excuse.

"I wouldn't have minded if he had warned me," Becky said suddenly. "But he just dropped this on me late last night. When it was too late to make any plans. He knew I had to go shopping today as well. I don't even know when he's getting back." Darren nodded, sympathising as she spoke. Luckily for him Nicola had her own car, so she did not have to borrow his.

"It's not fair that he didn't warn you," he told her.

"I know, I could have arranged a lift or something." Darren nodded as he turned his car round the corner into Becky's road. He reached her house and pulled over.

"Here you go, straight to the door," he said with a smile.

"Thanks, want to come in for a chat?"

"Erm, I don't think..."

"Oh come on, you got anything important to do at home?" Darren shook his head. "Well then, come on in. Even if it's only for a drink. At least we'll have some company for a little while. It's better than going back to an empty house, isn't it?" Darren thought about it for a second, then nodded. She was right; he did not want to go back to his empty house just yet. They got out of the car and Becky led him into her house. He followed her into the kitchen. Glancing round he saw a breakfast table with stools under it. He pulled out a stool and sat down while Becky filled the kettle.

"Tea?" she asked. Darren nodded. "Milk, sugar?"

"Milk please, no sugar." His gaze wandered around the kitchen as she made two cups of tea. She brought them over to the table, gave him a cup, and then sat herself on a stool next to him.

"I guess you've figured nothing's improved between me and Shawn. How about you? Things any better between you and Nicola?" Darren shook his head. "No, she's spending even more time at work than ever. She says it's because they're in their busiest period. I just think she doesn't want me anymore." Becky nodded and her expression grew concerned. "The worst thing is that when she does come home she's so tired she just goes to bed. I can't remember the last time we actually had sex."

"I know the feeling," Becky told him. "Shawn hasn't shown any interest in me for months. Not since he came home from the hospital. If nothing changes I'm going to wear out my vibrator." She said, laughing at her joke. Darren laughed too.

"We're as bad as each other aren't we?" he said.

"Tell me about it."

"Hell at least you've got a vibrator. My wrist is getting numb." Becky looked at him a second not understanding what he meant. Then suddenly she figured it out and laughed. Darren laughed as well, a self-mocking tone in his voice.

"If I don't get some soon I'll turn into a prune," Becky laughed.

"I reckon we should have sex with each other, that way we'd at least get some." Darren suggested, still laughing. Becky giggled for a second then stopped, looking at him seriously.

"That's a good idea," She said. Something in her voice stopped Darren cold.

"Erm, I wasn't being serious," he told her.

"And, that doesn't mean it's not a good idea." Darren looked at her, suddenly shocked. "Come on, give me one good reason we shouldn't?" she added.

"We're both married, and not to each other."

"And both marriages are in name only aren't they? I know mine is, am I wrong about yours?" As she spoke, she slid off her stool to stand right next to him. Darren felt his mouth go dry and he licked his lips. Suddenly he could feel her closeness. She placed one hand on his knee. "Well," she said.

He did not answer, he could not answer. His mind whirled as he tried to come up with an argument that would work. Her hand felt warm on his knee. He could see her legs brushing against his, the hem of her skirt seemed suddenly so short. Glancing up he could see down her top as she leaned towards him. He could see her cleavage, the way her black bra cupped her small breasts. He swallowed, feeling like a teenage boy all of a sudden.

"I... erm... we," he stammered, unable to get the words out.

"What?" She asked, leaning forward further. Now he could see straight down her top and felt her legs pressing against his. Her blue eyes sparkled as they gazed into his. He reached out to grab her hair red hair. Pulling her head towards him, he kissed her hard on the lips. She almost instantly kissed him back, pressing her lips against his. He pushed his tongue into her mouth. They kissed, hard and passionately, for several seconds.

Darren slid off the stool and pushed her back against the table. He pressed his body against hers, feeling her against him. Running his hand up under her top, he cupped one breast. Squeezing it and feeling the soft round shape. She had one hand around his neck, the other on his buttocks pulling him against her. He moved his hand down to her skirt, lifting it up. He ran his hand up her thigh, feeling the softness of her skin, and then pushed his fingers under her panties to rub at her. She gave a soft murmur of pleasure as he rubbed his fingers up and down her. She moaned softly, he could feel her already getting wet.

"I want you," she told him. "I want to feel you in me. Please fuck me?" Nicola had never said that to him, never had she asked him to fuck her. He reached up to grab her hair and twisted her round to face away from him. She stretched out her hands on the tabletop as he pulled her skirt up. He ran his hands down her thighs, feeling the softness of her skin. Grabbing her panties, he pulled them off, ripping them more than pulling them down. He yanked at his belt, trying to rip it off. Then he quickly undid his jeans and pushed them down, releasing his hard cock. The head of his cock pressed against her pussy, then rammed into her hard.

"Unn, yes," she gasped. He slammed in again and again just as hard. The fingers of one hand wrapped in her red hair; she twisted her head round to look back at him. He could see her eyes widening with each thrust into her. She grunted with every one. Darren felt her opening around him, tight and wet. He pushed up repeatedly, ramming deep inside her.

Darren reached his free hand round to grab one breast, tearing her top to get at it. She gasped at the sharp power of him ripping her top. He grabbed the breast, pulling it out of the bra. His fingers squeezed it tightly; he felt the nipple pressing into his palm. Becky gasped hard, her hands pressed firmly down onto the tabletop. He slammed in and out, leaning back so he could force his cock up into her. He could feel his thighs pressing against hers. Looking down he saw his skin which seemed dark against the white of her legs. She was gasping hard, he felt her chest rising and falling with his hand. He continued to thrust up into her. This was nothing like sex with Nicola. That was controlled, almost sedate. This was wild fucking, he felt on the edge of control. Becky gasped loudly, urging him to fuck her harder.

"Yes, oh fuck me. Ram him into me, harder, harder," she gasped over her shoulder at him. He reached up so both hands were gripping her hair. He then began to slam into her with all his strength and power.

"Unn yes, fuck that's so good," she grunted to him. Darren felt her body rocking up with each thrust. Could see her face, her eyes wide and her mouth half-open, gasping. He grunted sharply at the feel of her around him. She seemed so tight around him, so warm. He thrust in and out, deep, hard filling her with his cock, making her gasp and moan.

Pulling back on her hair, he pulled her against him. Now he was slamming straight up into her, making her whole body shudder each time he entered her. She pressed herself against him. He pulled the remains of her top down. Glancing down he could see them moving up and down. One was totally exposed, the nipple pink and hard. The other was still cupped by her bra; the black material seemed to increase the whiteness of her skin. He grabbed both breasts, pressing them into her chest. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to cumming. As his orgasm built up his thrusts began to grow harder and wilder. Becky moaned loudly, gasping as he pounded up into her.

"I'm going to cum," he snarled to her through clenched teeth. Her only reply was a loud gasp as he rammed up into her hard. She reached round to cup his buttocks, trying to pull him into her. He took that as permission to keep going. He thrust in and out as hard and fast as he could, feeling himself rushing towards his orgasm. With a loud gasp, he rammed up into her hard, and came, pumping his cum into her pussy. She gasped softly and he felt her shudder as he climaxed. Her fingers dug into his buttocks firmly.

"Oh yes, cum in me," she whispered to him. Gasping as he came, Darren pushed up into her. Forcing all of his cock inside her, he emptied his cum deep into her body. She clung to him as he filled her pussy with his semen. He pumped the last of his cum into her and slowly pulled out.

"That was wild," he hissed to her.

"But fucking amazing, no one's fucked me like that for years," Becky replied, her fingers reaching down to his cock. "Umm, still hard," she said. She dropped down to her knees in front of him. Darren hissed as he watched her take his cock into her mouth. She slid her lips down him, taking as much of him in her mouth as she could. Her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock as she began to move her mouth up and down him. Darren could see her blue eyes looking up, seductive and lust-filled.

Her mouth moved up and down his cock, her lips tight around the shaft as she sucked on him. Her tongue slid around him, licking over the head of his cock. Darren rested one hand on her head, the other on the table to steady himself. Her mouth clamped tightly around his cock, sucking hard on him. He felt her lips moving up and down. Groaning softly, he enjoyed the blowjob she was giving him. She increased the speed of her movements, sliding rapidly up and down, taking more of him in her mouth.

Darren hissed and moaned loudly as her mouth sucked. Her eyes glistened; he could see the enjoyment she was getting in her gaze. She gave soft, muffled murmurs of pleasure as she sucked on him. Pulling her mouth away, she looked up.

"Does that feel good?" When Darren nodded she whispered, "Good."

"Keep it up and you're going to make me cum," Darren said. Her only reply was a mischievous smile as she lowered her lips back down on him. This time she did not wrap her fingers around his cock. She rested one hand on his leg to stabilise herself and then began to slide her lips rapidly up and down. He felt her taking more and more of his cock into her mouth each time she moved down him. Finally she was taking his full length in her mouth.

All the time she was sucking hard and licking her tongue around him. Darren hissed at the sensation and wrapped both hands in her red hair. It did not take long for her to bring him close to an orgasm. Her mouth felt so good around him and she was sucking so hard. He felt his balls tightening and knew he was about to cum.

"I'm cumming," he gasped. Becky stopped her lips halfway down his cock and began to suck harder on him. She wrapped her fingers around the base and rubbed them quickly up and down. Seconds later Darren groaned as he climaxed, his cum pumping into her mouth, exploding in rapid spurts. Becky gave a soft murmur of pleasure as he came.

He watched her swallowing his cum, could see her neck ripple as she swallowed. She pulled back and licked the last drops from his cock. Deliberately letting him watch as she cleaned him off, Becky then swallowed it. Darren was so turned on; Nicola had never done anything like that. In all the time he had been with her, he could count how many times she had swallowed his cum on one hand. She rarely even gave him a blow job. In fact, compared to Becky, she was boring in bed.

He pulled Becky up to her feet, kissing her hard on the mouth. He grabbed the remains of her top, ripping it off her. Darren pulled the straps of her black bra down, exposing her breasts fully. He cupped them, lowering his mouth down to suck on them. Becky moaned, arching her back towards him. He sucked and licked each breast, taking them into his mouth.

Darren reached down to cup her thighs and lifted her up onto the table. He kissed her neck, and then began to suck on her breasts again. Becky gave a deep moan from low in her throat. Darren felt her fingers in his hair pushing him down. He willingly let her guide his head to between her legs. Softly he kissed her thigh, feeling the firmness of her muscle against his lips. Then he kissed her pussy. He could smell her scent, husky and sweet. He wanted to taste her and buried his face between her thighs, his tongue probing into her.

Becky gasped and sank back onto the table as he licked at her pussy. His tongue ran deep into her, licking at her, tasting her. He rapidly moved his tongue up inside her, licking at her deeply. Reaching up he cupped her breasts, feeling her body arching. He could hear the deep moans of pleasure Becky was making. She had one hand wrapped in his hair. Glancing up he saw her other hand was caught in her hair.

"Oh yes, Darren, lick my cunt," she gasped to him. Darren licked deeply inside her, turned on by her urging him. She moaned loudly and he felt her begin to rock softly on the table. He knew she was becoming totally aroused by his tongue, but also she needed to reach orgasm. Reluctantly he moved his tongue up to lick at her clitoris. Becky gave a sharp, shrill gasp as he ran his tongue over her clitoris. He circled it, rapidly running the tip of his tongue over it. Becky moaned and gasped, he felt her body rocking on the table. He sensed she was close to cumming.

"Oh God, I'm so close, I'm going to cum," she moaned loudly. He licked harder and faster on her. As his hands squeezed her small breasts hard, his fingers were rubbing over her small nipples. Becky's moans grew louder and shriller, becoming screams of pleasure.

"Yes, oh God yes," she screamed wildly. He felt her body tense up; with a loud squeal of passion, she came. Her body almost jerked upright as she wrapped both hands in his hair. He licked at her, probing into her pussy again. Becky gasped and moaned loudly until her orgasm died, then pulled him back up. She kissed him hard, pushing her tongue into his mouth. Her legs wrapped around him tightly, he felt her arms sliding down his back.

As his cock pressed against her, she shifted her position until he pressed against the entrance to her pussy. With one hard thrust he entered her, feeling her wet pussy opening around him.

"Oh God yes, fuck my cunt hard," Becky hissed as he began to thrust in and out of her. Her legs were wrapped around him; he could feel her thighs pressing against his. He cupped her buttocks, pulling her towards him. Each thrust slammed his cock deeper into her. Leaning down he kissed the top of one breast, she arched her back. He took the offered fleshy mound into his mouth, sucking hard on it. He could feel her body rocking as he thrust in hard. She gasped loudly, moaning in pleasure.

"Yes, fuck me, yes. God you're so hard in me." Becky moaned to him. He grunted hard, thrusting in and out as deeply as he could. He could feel his cock pushing right up into her, the sides of her pussy clinging to him like a tight glove. Darren moved to suck on her other breast, taking it into his mouth. Becky's moans were becoming shriller and louder. She clung to him, gasping out his name loudly. "Darren, oh God Darren, I'm going to cum again."

Darren had already guessed she was close. He increased the speed and power of his thrusts, ramming his cock harder into her. Becky grunted and squealed loudly with each thrust. Then she gave a wild cry as he felt her body exploding into a second orgasm. Her legs and arms gripped him tight; Darren felt them tighten around him. He held her tight and rammed in to her as hard as he could. Becky squealed loudly, grunting hard each time he entered her. As her orgasm died, she released her tight grip on him but Darren continued to ram into her hard.

Becky grunted loudly, her voice shrill as he rammed in and out. His cock was slamming deep into her pussy. Darren grunted hard, forcing himself to fuck her as hard as he could. He had never taken Nicola this hard; she had never wanted him to. Sex with her was sedate compared with Becky. Darren was gasping hard for breath; his thighs were beginning to feel tight. He knew he might cum soon but wanted to keep fucking her as long as he could.

Becky gasped loudly, squealing and grunting. Darren felt his control slipping, her pussy felt so good around him. It was so tight and warm as she slid up and down his cock. Soon, however, he could not keep his need to cum under control.

"Unn, fuck," Darren grunted and slammed into Becky hard. She gave a sharp squeal then gasped as he came inside her. He felt her body shuddering in pleasure as he emptied his cum deep in her body. Darren gasped loudly, his orgasm seeming to last longer and feeling stronger than ever before with Nicola. He felt it from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head; a wild fire of passion that for a second filled every molecule in his body.