Part 2 -- Author's note -- Please read part one of the story for context. This is not my normal genre to write, but it's based on a true story of loyalty and betrayal. For the haters who normally write anonymously with their comments, please read through this entire conclusion chapter before passing judgement. You may be surprised at the finish.
Cav spent the rest of the day contemplating what to do about Ashley's Post-it note.
His mind and his heart were going in different directions -- She was a hot little bitch with a tight body and clearly seemed okay with the idea of cheating on her husband or at least teasing Cav. But she was also trouble. Clearly, messing with a married woman wasn't the way he was raised and bad karma.
Cav sighed...his cock ached thinking about burying himself into her...having her suck him, taking her hard. And the husband WAS an ass. The devil on his shoulder fought bitterly with the angel on the other side.
He decided to sleep on it.
He woke up around six am and went for a run. He was in charge of opening the restaurant that week and didn't have to be there until right before lunch, so he had time to text Ashley when her husband left for work. Eight o'clock took forever to come around. He thought about her in that little tennis outfit again and again, her legs wrapped around his waist -- trouble, trouble, trouble!
Cav glanced at the clock -- 8:15AM -- it was safe to contact her. He picked up the post and sent a text...
HELLO 😊
A few minutes later, he got a reply...
YES?
They were both being cautious. Cav knew she didn't have his number, so she wasn't sure who was texting. He also didn't know if it was safe to text.
His heart racing, he thought for a moment and then texted, "It's your local millionaire...okay to talk?"
A wink emoji came back... "Hey, Cav, I was hoping to hear from you...Yes, Michael left for work a little while ago...I've been thinking about you!"
Cav felt his cock harden and he reached down and adjusted himself a little.
He typed -- "Oh, what were you thinking about?"
She sent back a devil horn image and said, "I was wondering about your name, Wild Horse....you sort of eluded to the idea that it might be more than your wild hair to have a nickname like that...am I correct in my thinking?"
Cav smiled to himself... "Possibly...Mrs. Anderson -- guess we'll never know since you're married and all?"
Pause.... typing...pause...typing....
His screen lit up... He read, "What do you think of me? Do you think I'm pretty? How old do you think I am?"
He smiled and typed..." You're gorgeous -- a tight little body, very sexy...I'm guessing you're 30 and your husband is 45 or older?"
He got back a LOL and crying/laughing face.
"Honey, I'm 39 -- Michael is 45. But what a nice compliment. Did you like my tennis outfit the other day?"
Cav told her he LOVED her outfit...especially the sheer panties underneath. He asked her if she complained to the company about the lack of shorts. She said that after our conversation, she decided to order another set just like it in black and white. Cav smiled.
Cav asked her if she's ever cheated on her husband.
"I have...I have needs that Michael can't seem to help me with. A girl needs to take care of herself."
He asked her if she had ever been with someone his age. She told him no, but it was on her bucket list. He then asked her if she ever felt guilty about cheating and she said that she gives Michael plenty of sex but that her sex drive was higher than his, so she didn't feel too guilty. She said what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
Cav shook his head -- Even with a body like hers, she was cold hearted. He made his decision and decided to see how far this would go. He texted her and said,
"So, what can I answer for you?" he asked.
Ashley said, "Quit teasing me...are you as hung as I think you are? Is that why they call you horse?"
Cav smiled to himself. "Well, I'm not sure what you're used to. I don't want you to be disappointed."
She asked him to send her a picture of himself.... a dick pic as it were.
Cav thought about it for a moment and then decided to make her guess.
"Ashley, I have the keys to the kingdom this week. I've been charged with opening the restaurant. The rest of the staff gets in around one in the afternoon, would you like to stop by?" he asked.
There was a pause, and he thought he pushed it a little too far. But then he got a picture - topless. Small little breasts, a flat stomach, flawless tight little body. He felt his cock get hard and reached down to adjust himself.
She typed...."Do you think you can handle this, Cav? Do you like my body?"
Cav groaned and typed back, "I do...but you're married, Ashley! Michael may be an ass, but he's your husband!"
Ashley sent back a wink emoji and told him not to worry about her husband. That she was ALWAYS unsatisfied sexually and would love to add CAV to her list of lovers. She added that Michael could pay the bills and put a roof over her head, but he could never satisfy her in the ways she needed.
Cav swore to himself. "This is one cold hearted bitch..." he thought.
He was contemplating what to say next when his phone buzzed again. Another picture...neck down...completely naked - her pussy shaved completely this time, her breasts swollen, and her nipples extended - she had clearly been playing with herself.
