The woman stirred, with light movements occurring as she began to awaken from her sex and alcohol induced nap. Next, her eye lids slowly and weakly tried to lift. At first getting about a third of the way up. Then, about half way up her eyes. Eventually, the woman managed to expose her eyeballs again with her vision taking a few seconds to focus. She scanned her surroundings. Familiar items, furniture and walls told her that she was in her bedroom, the one she shared with her husband. She tried to get more of her body to rise from her laying position, which she found herself on her side. Her arms felt heavy laying in front of her and her entire body was suffering from an almost complete lack of energy. "Mmmmm..." she let out a low, annoyed moan. She shifted her head and looked below to find that entire body was exposed. Not a single piece of cloth on her frame.
Her head was taking a little time to put two and two together. She did remember wearing her usual gym attire. So where did that go? she wondered. That's when the red head decided to begin working on her lower half. She finally managed to lift one of her well toned and fit legs to reveal what appeared to be some kind of dried up white substance. "Huh...?" she looked at her private area and noticed that that was where the majority of the spill, she figured, was coming from. When she wondered what could possibly have caused this, a light bulb went off in her little head. This caused a shocked gasp to escape from the housewife. Her hand shooting up to cover her mouth, her mind now clouded with horror.
'Lennox!' she shouted in her head. And that's when memories of events still very recent started flood her head.
It all came crashing down at once. Images of conversation with the man. Images of drinking with the man. Images of massages from the man. And more vividly, explicit images of orally pleasuring and being taken by the man; taken in only the way a wife should be by someone with the title of 'husband'. She was filled with emotions of terror, guilt, regret and deep shame. Tears started to form and escape through her ducts.
It hit her all at the same time. The woman had cheated on her husband.
She started to sob and cover her eyes, but then she wondered where Lennox had gone too. It was at that point that she finally realized that there was a presence right next to her and that presence had stirred and moved. She used some of the energy she had regained from awakening from her sleep to turn her head while wiping her eyes. In her vision, she discovered him again. He now laid on his back, arms over his head, gripping the pillow underneath him. He had a grin on his face and his eyes were still closed. It looked like he was dreaming something wonderful.
This caused Shannon to look at him with burning hot rage... which cooled down once she took in the rest of his sleeping figure. That body he possessed was out of this world and definitely not something that she was used to waking up to. Her memories started replaying again, this time with a feeling as though she was reliving it again. She wanted to be angry, she knew she had to be. But the images flashing through her mind wasn't letting her give into hatred completely.
And it only got worse when her eyes went lower and saw a limp but still gigantic piece of man meat that was in this young stud's possession. This caused her being to have a reaction to the mixture of memories and his massive appendage. She felt a tremor in her body and she shook looking away, feeling more shame from allowing him to do that to her. She sobbed again, gritting her teeth in frustration. How would she tell Ryan? How would she break this to Julie? Would she even tell them at all? Shannon may not have been feeling very fulfilled lately in her marriage, but that didn't mean she wanted it to end.
'What am I going to do...?' she thought, feeling very defeated. She hung her head low and cried a little more until she felt a strong grip on her shoulder.
"You good?" followed a familiar deep voice.
She jumped off the bed and covered herself with her arm over her breasts and a hand on top of her pussy. Lennox smirked at this. There was nothing left to hide, so she looked a little silly to him right about now. "You ain't hiding anything I haven't already seen, baby-girl." came a smug statement.
"Get out..." she said, clearly upset.
"Awww c'mon, don't get mad now." He moved over to hop off the bed, landing on his feet and started to approach the woman.
"I said get out!" she repeated, her voice rising in volume.
"I ain't leaving without getting dressed... shit." Lennox replied, continuing to advance on her.
"Don't get any closer." she said backing away from him until her back hit her dresser. She watched him get closer to her and felt so small as he stomped his away to stand in front of her. He still had a smile on his face, and it annoyed her how he looked like he did nothing wrong and was just going about it as if nothing terrible happened. Well, in his case, she guessed nothing terrible really happened. Her eyes betrayed her anger and looked up and down at the ebony man who stood a foot away from her. Again, this caused her body to react the same way again. His body was nothing short of perfection. He was a beautiful man, and so very unique to her considering how little she interacted with his kind.
"Too bad, i'm close now." He looked down at her and just like she was still impressed with his physique, he was just as impressed with hers. He licked his lips and took in the gorgeous sight of the conflicted older woman. "Just chill, I ain't gonna do nothing, unless you want me to of course."
