HARD PASSION: The Chronicles of Erica Bradson.
Chapter 4. Agreed Ownership
A wonderful tune of classic music sang in my ear, the strong bitter red wine put me in a relaxing mood, the tasty food on my plate kept me asking for more as I gently ate it, and my eyes praised the decorated white dinner table.
It was nice being invited over for dinner at the Harper's estate. My husband laughing and conversing endlessly with John Harper about politics kept the mood entertaining, while Laura and I discussed the cuisine. It was relaxing.
The clanging of plates and glasses and the bitter sweetness of food and wine made almost everything seem perfect. But deep inside of me I could not shake this feeling of betrayal.
As much as I enjoyed myself I had a grudging feeling of emptiness, as if I longed for something or someone. I kept drinking the wine to quell this feeling, I kept talking with Laura to forget this feeling, I kept laughing with everyone just so I could shake this feeling off. I knew well what this feeling was, I knew what it meant. I just wanted to forget it, not even confront it. I wanted to believe that I did not know what it was, that it was all just a lie.
"Is something the matter Erica?"
Laura's question quickly made me produce a fake smile, "Oh no. Why do I look moody?" I said jokingly.
A quick brief laugh between us changed the tune as I pretended that nothing was wrong.
"Would you like some more fish?" Laura asked me smiling with her big puffy lips.
"No thanks I am utterly full," at least my stomach was.
After a couple of minutes she asked the same question to John and my husband Daniel, and got the same response.
"Well in that case why don't we take our glasses of wine and move into the living room?" she suggested.
We sat on a comfortable white couch, me and my husband on one and Laura and John on the other.
Hours went by as we sat and chatted about the future while dosing ourselves with wine. My empty feeling had somewhat quelled down or at least it had not worsened, until John asked a simple yet personal question.
"So Daniel? How long have you two been married?"
My heart almost stopped when I heard the question, a sudden agonising feeling crept up my spine.
"Twenty, no twenty-one years, honey I am a bit drunk what has it been now?" Daniel asked me.
"Oh God," I blurted out unintentionally as I felt my pulse beating, "Well I am a bit drunk too," I said jokingly trying to buy some time as I could not remember. But though I felt as I had the answer on the tip of my tongue I just could not answer.
"Twenty-three!" Daniel yelled, "Yes twenty-three. It has almost been twenty-three years now." Daniel remembered. I felt a huge relief walking away from me when he said those words, "I am so lucky to have her," Daniel kept saying half-drunk while he gently pecked my cheek.
The chilling feeling suddenly passed from my spine to my heart, as I realized I had for one instance forgotten how long I'd been married. I wanted to blame the wine, but I knew it wasn't its fault.
Pressure struck my chest as I realized what I was doing. It was not boredom or fear I had been feeling, but rather the simple understanding that the man whom I swore to love had no idea. That he had no idea what I had been doing behind his back.
Watching him enjoying himself tonight while he professed his love to me, just made me feel guilt. His smile when he saw me was so sincere and happy, he truly felt lucky thinking that we were a perfect couple. But how would his smile be if he knew that I had forsaken him for a younger more attractive person. How would he react if he knew that all I was thinking about right now was Malik and not him, and that we were not perfect.
The absolutely worst part though, was that I enjoyed it. I could feel my body trembling, my nipples hardening and my cleavage sweating. I felt disgusted with myself, so much that I had to go to the bathroom.
"Excuse me Laura, but might I use your toilet?" I asked with a trembling voice while feeling the pulse levitating.
"Yes of course, it's up the stairs and then the first door to the left." Laura replied.
"Honey are you feeling ok?" Daniel asked while placing his hand on my shoulder.
"Y-yes I just need to go to the toilet," I said reassuring him that everything was fine with me. I walked past the dining-room and up the stairs in the corridor, just trying to reach the bathroom quickly.
I opened the bathroom-door and quickly slammed it behind me. I stood for a couple of seconds beside the door with the feeling of guilt bashing me in as I remembered the innocent smile my husband had given me.
My pulse kept beating faster, and a feeling of passion overwhelmed me as I remembered my husband's face. I had to sit down, as the feeling began to gradually spread throughout my body. I leaned backwards and sat on the toilet-seat while my legs were trembling from the sensation. I could not stop thinking about it. Thinking about how I so much wanted Malik right now, thinking of how indecent I was for not remembering how long I had been married. No it was more then that, it was as if I did not care anymore about it.
It was spreading like a disease within me, diving into the very depths of my mind and planting the most indecent of thoughts. I remembered the night I was with Malik at his house. The way he touched me, the way he made me feel, it exhilarated me. I could not stop thinking about him," Why could I not stop thinking about him?"
My hand slowly began to move towards my cleavage as I had Malik's body burnt into my mind. I did not realize until my hand was caressing the cleavage what I was doing. I pulled my skirt up with my other hand as I seemingly began to move my hand between my legs, spreading them further apart.
"How could I do this here and now?" I tried to fight my urge, but nothing seemed to quell it down.
Slowly I pricked the outside of my wet underwear, feeling the warmth it emitted. Such an indecent act in my friend's house, I was doing something so cruel to my husband, I was forgetting him.
"Oh god!" I exclaimed as I caressed my wet underwear, feeling the tip of my fingers touching my hole. The sudden storm of excitement made me clench my tit with my hand and I could feel my nipples hardening themselves as I kept masturbating.
I was so horny that my hand entered my dress and pulled out my tit, exposing it. I kept pinching the nipple as I gradually fingered my vagina, feeling massive excitement drowning me. The tip of my fingers entering me and the thoughts of depravity I was committing made me come closer to the inevitable orgasm I was about to receive.
Faster and faster I was fingering myself as I pinched and stroke my tit harder and harder. My mind drowned by the memory of that night where I was committing my most sinful of secret.
"Ahh, please Malik, do me!" I was daydreaming about Malik doing me, vigorously imagining him being here with his huge cock.
I could feel myself reaching the point of orgasm, I was close to exploding. More and more I wanted it, no other thoughts were now inside of me but Malik and the orgasm I craved.
"Yes, almost there!" I emitted, the explosion was in its ten second phase now and I could feel the rush coming.
