In Your Dreams Ch 03

A story involving cuckoldry and adultery. Enjoy if that's your thing, please move on to something else if it's not.

The door of Maria's office squeaked slightly as it slid on its track. She looked up from her desk. Warren was standing in the doorway. She looked at him evenly. She had been doing this the whole time he'd been in town, giving him level glances that made it clear that he wasn't anything more to her than a colleague. It didn't matter that her palms were sweaty and her stomach was clenched in a knot. Keeping the eyes level said everything she wanted to say.

"Hey," Warren said. He gave her a friendly smile. "You have a minute?"

"Certainly." Maria said. Her voice sounded a little frosty so she forced a smile onto her face. He came in, sliding the glass door closed behind him.

Oh God

, Maria thought.

He's closing the door. He's going to talk about it.

Warren sat down on one of her guest chairs and leaned forward. "Listen," he said quietly. "I'm sorry to bust in on you like this but you haven't been answering any of my calls or texts."

Maria looked over at him.

No emotion,

she told herself.

Don't show anything.

"Yes," she said. Her voice sounded prim but that was okay.

Warren was gazing at her. "Maria," he said. There was a throb in his voice. He swallowed. "Listen," he said again. "I'm so very, very sorry about.. what happened."

Right,

she thought.

Sorry you got caught.

She didn't say anything, just looked at him expectantly.

"It was a terrible mistake," he continued. "Honestly, I was kind of... ending things with Yvonne anyway. It's not like... ah Jeez." He slumped forward in his chair and looked at the floor.

Maria paused. "Poor Yvonne," she said finally. Her voice still sounded prim but with something mocking mixed in. Warren shot her a glance.

"You friends with her?" he asked.

"Not at all," Maria said. "But I can still feel sorry for her."

He stared at her. "Give me another chance," he said.

Maria shook her head. "You should go," she told him.

"Don't you remember? How it was? How incredible?"

It

. He meant

the sex

. Of course she remembered. His eyes burned as he stared at her.

"Warren," she said. She looked away then back at him. "What I told you that time on the roof in Vegas was true. I'm a happily married woman. The problem is I forgot that for a while. I'm sorry."

"Maria," he said again. "Please."

Maria got up and walked around her desk to the door. She slid it open and stood there looking down at him. He gave her a twisted little smile then stood up.

"Gotcha," he said. He stood up and left her office. She slid the door closed and watched him walk down the hall.

She sat back down, feeling utterly defeated. How could Warren stir up such a complicated mess of emotions in her? She hated him for the humiliation and the guilt he had put her through. She was dying to get back in bed with him. She wanted never to see or hear from him again. She wanted to spend every single moment of the rest of her life with him. Both of them naked.

Last night at the bar had been agony. Probably she should have made some excuse, not gone along with everyone. But the shitty thing was that she had wanted to go, had wanted to sit across from Warren, had actually enjoyed feeling his eyes on her. Just once, she had looked over and met his gaze. The appeal she had seen there had been so satisfying that she could have laughed. Of course, meeting his eyes had also churned her up inside.

I want him

had collided with

Fuck him

and she had been left breathless. She had raised one eyebrow then turned away, her heart pounding.

Maria sighed. Sometimes things were just difficult. But really - couldn't she put up with this? She had a husband who loved her and whom she loved. And Warren would be leaving on Thursday to go back to Chicago, she just needed to keep it together for a few more days. It was difficult but it was also being an adult and not giving in to every impulse that passed through her. She could do it.

She glanced at her watch. It would be nice to get out of here and go home to Louis but she still had a few more hours before that was possible.

As if on cue, her phone began to buzz. It was Louis. She grinned and spun her chair around to face away from the glass door.

"Hey sexy babe," she said.

Louis laughed. "Sexy yourself," he said. "Or is that just how you always answer your phone?"

"Oh you know," she said. "Only telemarketers. And unknown callers."

"Ha," Louis said. There was a pause. "Seriously," he said. "You are the sexiest. My phone gets a hard-on just dialing your number."

Maria laughed. She glanced over her shoulder to make sure her door was completely closed. "You're terrible," she chided him.

"It's not me," Louis insisted. "It's my phone. He's a horny bastard."

Maria clicked her tongue. "You encourage him," she said. "All that porn you stream on him."

"Huh uh," Louis said. "Just naked pics of one special lady."

"Hmm," Maria said. "So you say."

"We could take some more pics," Louis told her. "Try to overheat the little bastard."

"Mmm... maybe," Maria said.

"No faces." Louis said. "Nothing identifiable."

"Hmm," Maria said. "Yes, maybe."

There was another pause. "I was thinking about you," Louis said. "In your red robe."

Maria smiled. "You were?"

"I can't wait until tonight."

"Oh? What happens then?"

"I was thinking... God. Let's just go home and fuck."

"Now?"

"Yeah, now. Tell them you have a dentist appointment or something."

Maria's grin was so wide her cheeks were hurting. "It's probably good for you to have to wait," she told him. "Teaches you discipline."

"Oh my God," Louis said. "I'm bursting here."

There was a tap on her door. Maria glanced over her shoulder and raised a hand.

"Oh babe," she said. "I have to go. Save it up for tonight?"

"You bet," Louis said. "I can pick up some food on my way home. Thai?"

"Sounds wonderful," Maria said. "Something a little hot and spicy, is that what you were thinking?"

"Spicy is right," Louis said. He smacked his lips. "Love you."

"Love you too." She hung up the phone and put it down on her desk. She felt so much better, just hearing Louis's voice. And tonight... yes, tonight was going to be fun. Maria licked her lips then turned around and beckoned through the glass door.

*****

Roger met her at the front door, mewing and rubbing against her legs. She turned on the light in the front hallway and bent down to pet him.

"No sign of your master, huh?" she said. "And he was so eager to come home and everything." Roger made a dash towards the kitchen then stopped and looked back to see if she would follow him. "Just a second, furball," she said. She pulled out her phone but no message from Louis. She shrugged and went into the kitchen. Usually he beat her home but maybe things had been slow picking up the takeout.

While she was scooping cat food into a dish she heard the car turning into the driveway. Quickly she put the dish on the floor for an ecstatic Roger and rinsed her fingers. She heard Louis trotting up the front steps and dried her hands. The front door opened.

"Hey," Louis called. He came through to the kitchen and stopped in the doorway to look at her. "Hey," he said again, but this time slower and softer.

She smiled at him. "There you are," she said. She sniffed. "And there's dinner too."

He put the plastic bag on the table and came over to her. "Mmm," he said. His lips touched hers. "Can't dinner wait?" he asked.

"No," she said. "I think we'll have much more fun if our tummies aren't grumbling."

"Fair point," Louis said. He stepped back and started taking cartons out of the bag.

Then Maria noticed another bag on the table. "What's that?" she asked.

Louis took it off the table and moved it to the counter. "That's a surprise," he said. "For later. It's why I was late."

"Dessert?" Maria asked.

Louis grinned. "Sort of," he said. He had been opening cartons and now he put two plates on the table. "Shall we have some beer?"

They ate quietly. Once or twice Maria glanced at the bag on the counter. It wasn't dessert, Louis wouldn't have made a fuss about that. Okay, then. Something for the bedroom. She was partly curious and partly nervous. What if it was something she didn't want but he did? They didn't usually go in for playthings.

Louis put down his fork and leaned over towards her. "Hey," he said softly.

Maria batted her eyelashes at him. "Hey," she said.

"Tummy all taken care of?" he asked.

"For now," she said. She smiled at him. "Ready for the next course?"

"Mmm," he said. He kissed her and put his hand on her cheek.

"Give me a few minutes," she whispered. "Then come upstairs."

"Don't undress," Louis said.

She raised an eyebrow. "No?"

"I'll be there soon," he promised.

She smiled and kissed him. "Okay," she said softly.

She went upstairs to the bathroom, then to the bedroom and closed the curtains, then lit the candles and turned off the light. She could hear Louis downstairs talking to Roger and clearing the dishes off the table. She took off her shoes and her jewelry then sat down on the bed. After a moment she got back up and closed the bedroom door. Just in time. She could hear Louis's footsteps on the stairs. She stifled a nervous laugh and went back to the bed.

A tap came on the door. Maria paused, then called out, "Who is it?"

"Your dream-time lover," Louis said through the door.

Maria almost giggled but got up and went to the door. "Hello," she said. "I've been waiting for you."

Louis's arms were around her and his lips on hers as soon as she opened the door.

"Where have you been all this time?" Maria murmured. "Dream-time lover?"

In answer Louis took her hand and led her over to the bed. He sat her down and bent over and kissed her again. "Close your eyes," he whispered.

Maria almost giggled again but she didn't want to spoil whatever surprise Louis had cooked up. Obediently, she closed her eyes and sat waiting. She heard the rustle of the bag and then felt something on her face.

"Louis?" she asked.

She felt his lips on her ear. "It's just a blindfold," he whispered.

She could feel him tying the laces behind her head. She wasn't sure she liked being blindfolded. She opened her eyes but could see nothing. "Louis," she said again, an urgent note in her voice.

"It's okay," he said into her ear. "I'm here."

Maria swallowed. "Just the blindfold," she said. "No..." She hesitated, not even sure of what to say she didn't want. "Ropes or handcuffs or anything?"

"Just the blindfold," Louis said. Again his lips brushed her ear. "You can take it off if you want to. But it might be fun."

Maria considered this. Well, it might be. She could give it a go, even if it was just Louis's thing. She smiled.

"You best kiss me," she whispered. "Mysterious dream-time lover."

His fingers touched the back of her neck then slid underneath her collar. His lips brushed her neck. She swallowed again.

"Louis," she said softly.

"Mmm?" One of his hands had moved to the row of buttons going down the front of her blouse. She leaned back against him. It felt so far away, everything that was happening to her, his hands on her body, his fingers undoing her buttons. So strange that just being blindfolded had that effect.

"Kiss me," she whispered.

She felt his breath and then his lips on her ear. A kiss, then he moved down and nibbled her earlobe. Half of her blouse was open now. His other hand was inside her blouse, caressing her while his fingers kept busy with the buttons. "Mmm," she murmured. "Nice."

The buttons were all open now. Gently he tugged on her collar, pushing the blouse off her shoulders. His hands fiddled with the back of her bra and then it was hanging from her shoulders. She leaned forward slightly and let him slide it off her shoulders. His arms went around her from behind, his hands on her breasts. His lips grazed her shoulder, then his teeth scraped her skin and she shuddered.

"Stand up," he whispered.

Obediently she got to her feet, a little unsteadily; her balance a bit off because of the blindfold. She felt his hands on her shoulders, steadying her.

"Louis," she said.

"Who's Louis?" he asked. He laughed softly. "I'm your dream-time lover, remember?"

His hands were on her hips, then unzipping her skirt, pushing it off down her thighs. It landed on the floor around her feet. Then he was behind her again, one arm around her breasts, almost crushing them. His other hand slid into her panties and touched her. She gasped.

"Is it a nice dream?" he whispered.

"God," she said. She was spinning, the touch of his fingers doing its usual magic. "Take off your clothes," she said. "I need you."

He tugged on her panties and slid them over her ass.

"I'm going to fuck you," he whispered. "Like in your dreams."

"Yes," she mumbled. "Hurry up."

He led her back to the bed and lowered her onto it. She lay back and he pushed her legs apart. Then she felt the roughness of his cheeks on her thighs and his mouth searching for her. She arched off the bed pushing towards his face. His lips and his tongue, God his tongue. She opened her mouth and gasped. Warren, she thought, but then corrected herself. Louis. Louis's mouth, his tongue. His fingers squeezing her ass.

"Fuck me," she said. "Please, oh God, I want you inside me when I ... oh God..."

His mouth left her and he stood up. She heard his buttons popping, the quick buzz of his zipper.

"Now," she said.

Then he was on top of her, naked, and his cock was at her entrance. Panting, she lifted her legs up and locked them around his body. And then he shifted his weight and slid into her. "Oh God..." she said. His body was delicious on top of her, his hands gripping, squeezing, her tits, her ass. She moaned.

But slowly something started going wrong. Her excitement was ebbing. She was starting to feel... distant. Not here. Louis grunted in her ear as he entered her but it might have been something she was hearing on the radio. She reached up and tore off the blindfold, flinging it away. Louis was looking down at her, smiling.

"So good," he said.

"So good," she echoed. She reached up and stroked his cheek. He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue probing between her lips and touching hers. Her legs tightened around him.

"Mmm," she said and closed her eyes.

Come on,

she told herself.

Be here. Be now. You're making love with your husband, the man you love.

Louis's hips slowed down and his mouth moved away. "Everything okay?" he asked softly.

She opened her eyes. "Fabulous," she said. She wiggled her hips. "So good." She smiled.

He leaned down and kissed her again. "Good," he murmured.

Relax

, Maria told herself sternly.

Just go with it.

As if saying that ever helped anyone actually relax. She was starting to feel a little panicky.

Is this how it was going to be? Only able to come if she fantasized about...

Louis's hips stopped moving and he ran a palm down her breast to her nipple. "What would you like?" he asked.

She wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him. "Just keep doing what you're doing," she whispered. "It feels terrific, I just need a moment to..."

Louis sighed with (she hoped) pleasure and kissed her. His hips started moving again and two of his fingers brushed against her nipple. It did feel nice. She could do this, but oh... she was dying to think about... she was going to think about...

Him. Warren.

Maria teetered on the edge for a moment, wanting to Go There but not wanting to want it. But it was so hard to resist, so easy to yield. She was here with Louis but also, somewhere else, with...

Him. Sliding her hand into his pants, feeling what was in there, the heat and strength of his excitement. Squeezing his rod, looking into his eyes, watching his gaze unfocus. The feeling was delicious, like taking a bite of a perfect medium-rare burger on a sunny summer afternoon, digging into the juice and the heat and the meatiness.

She leaned in to kiss him and his arms went around her, his cock pressed into her hand. She could feel the pre-come oozing out of him and used it to lubricate her palm, rubbing and squeezing down his shaft. His arms tightened and he gasped.

Far away and in her arms, Louis moaned.

"Maria," he said. "Oh Maria."

A tiny bubble of guilt popped in Maria's mind but she ignored it.

Then they were both naked, tangled up on the bed, his hands, his fingers, his lips, oh his tongue exploring, probing. His cock, the heat. Her body was on fire, burning up, seared wherever he touched her.

Then he was inside her, fucking her, Warren-Louis, plunging in and out. She moaned and her hips rose from the bed. Closer, ever closer, until... he was coming, pouring into her. She shrieked. So good. So good.

So good. She subsided on the bed, her heart pounding. Louis slid to one side and lay next to her, his chin resting on her shoulder, one arm extended across her breasts.

"Oh my God," he whispered.

Maria reached up and swept some hair out of her eyes. "Seriously," she agreed. Her voice sounded a little odd. She cleared her throat, then looked over at Louis with a smile.

"That was..." He paused, looking for the word. "Remarkable," he finished.

Maria laughed. "That the best you can do?" she asked. "'Remarkable'?"

Louis smiled, his teeth a gleam in the dimness. "How about 'fucking remarkable'?" he asked.

"Appropriate," she said. "Mmm." She smiled back.

Louis pushed against her side. His cock was still semi-hard.

"You're sticky," Maria told him.

He leaned over and kissed her. "I couldn't help noticing," he said.

"Mmm?"

He kissed her again. "When you were... coming..."

Maria looked at him. "What?"

"You said his name." Louis paused. "Warren's, I mean."

Maria didn't say anything for a moment. "Did I?" she finally asked, her voice faint.

"Yup," Louis said. He ran his hand down her cheek.

Had she really called out Warren's name at her moment of climax? She must have, Louis wouldn't have made that up. Oh, what a mess.

She looked back at Louis. "I'm sorry," she said.

Louis nodded. His lips twisted slightly. "You know," he said, but then stopped.

"What?"

"In Vegas..."

"What?" she asked again, quickly.

"I haven't been sure," he said slowly. "If that was all a fantasy or reality."

Maris didn't say anything.

"That night," Louis said. "When you phoned me, said Warren was coming to your room." He paused. "Did that really happen? Or was it just... more fantasy?"

This is it

, Maria thought. She'd been waiting for it, the confrontation that would end her marriage. She looked at Louis, trying to find the right words. Too bad there wasn't more light in the room, so she could see his face better, look into his eyes.

"Yes," Maria said finally. "It did. Happened, I mean." She hesitated. "I'm really sorry," she added.

There was a long pause.

"I guess I knew," Louis said.

Another pause.

"You didn't say anything," Maria said.

"Well, no," Louis agreed. "It was... I don't know. I mean, I didn't want to make it more important than it needed to be, I guess."

"Important?" To her surprise, Maria felt herself getting angry. "Don't you think it's important?"

"Well, yeah, of course it's important." Louis paused. "Look, it was obvious that you were in a ... really... in a state. You basically told me that no matter what I said, you were going to have him."

Maria didn't answer. It was true, of course - she hadn't left him much room to protest. But had he really tried to stop her? She couldn't remember everything now. Had she really said that she was going to have sex with Warren no matter what Louis said?