Thanks to WAA01 for the edits.
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Darlene laid next to her current lover; her hand lightly ran along his chest. While it wasn't as defined as her husband's was, something he would never tell her how or why a thirty-year-old man had an eight pack when few could achieve a six pack; nor would he ever tell her why a few of his scars looked like bullet wounds. She did love being married to her husband, yet she also loved having sex.
Darlene had no wish to hurt her husband, although if Allen ever found out about what she was up too... she knew that would lead to her marriage finding itself in the waste bin. Not that she could blame her husband if he went that route. She did hope that she could talk him into allowing her to continue her trysts with strange men. However, the man she was sharing a bed with at that moment wasn't a stranger at all.
He was her sister's fiancé. She knew too if Tracy found out she would blow a gasket. It wasn't the first time she had lured one of her sister's men away from her. Not that she was proud of it, still was it her fault that they weren't loyal? Then again, neither was she, but she didn't proclaim to be such as they do only to be called to meet them somewhere. Darlene never took a man home; she wasn't about to defile her marital bed for a one night stand. This was never about finding something she was missing in her marriage. She didn't want to start a relationship with anyone. She had that with Allen. There were no going out of town on trips with her strange, no secret phone calls, and definitely never cutting Allen off from her sweet cunt. Darlene never did anything she hasn't or wouldn't do for her husband when she was with her lovers. To hold back something, that she did with her lovers, from her husband was a bad way of telling him, even if he didn't know, that he meant nothing to her which was the furthest from the truth.
Allen treated her like a queen or close to it. Although he had been rather aloof with her lately. It's been two months since he's allowed her to be intimate with him. While he still shared her bed, it felt like Allen had become more of a roommate than a spouse. "
What and why is he doing that
?" she asked herself as she rolled over to the right.
"I can't believe how much a cuck Allen..."
"Don't you dare bad mouth Allen!" Darlene snapped. Her midnight, shoulder blade length hair brushed along her back as she peered over her shoulder. "Did I bad mouth my sister when we were fucking?! No! Even though her fiancé is nothing but a cheating bastard. At least I know who and what I am, I don't proclaim to be loyal only to lie and sneak off to fuck your fiancée's sister!" She hated men who thought that because she slept around on her husband that it gave them free rein to insult Allen. The moment those words left their lips she cut them off and never saw them again.
"Come on Dar, Allen must be a..."
"Get your shit and get out! No one, and I mean no one, insults my husband, do you fucking understand!" Darlene growled angrily. The overhead light shone along her perky 32B breasts as her brown eyes burned into Nate's hide. "Just be glad I don't tell Tracy what kind of faithless douche you are," she said, marching into the bathroom. Not that she had to scrub Nate's cum from her body or cunt. She always made her lovers wear a condom. She wasn't about to bring something home to Allen, nor was she about to get pregnant by any one of them. That honor belonged to Allen and Allen alone.
"Dar... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to piss you off. I just thought that's what you wanted given how we just fucked and all," Nate said, through the door.
"Just leave before you say something else and I kick your balls into your throat."
"Alright, I'll call you later..."
Darlene didn't know when Nate left, and she didn't rightly care! It pissed her off that he thought he was better than Allen. Nate was just like her, a fucking slut, that didn't make her or him morally superior to Tracy or Allen. She pondered if she should tell her sister what kind of man she was marrying as she opened the motel room door. Tracy already thought the worst of her, not that she could blame her sister, was it her fault she was a hot, sexy twenty-five-year-old and that every Tom, Dick, and Harry wanted a piece of her ass. She might fuck around, but at least she always returned home to the man she loved. She never stayed the night with anyone. Pulling out her phone as she walked down the breezeway. The smell of the motel soap drifted off her skin as she scrolled down to Allen's name on her contact list.
Biting her lip, wondering if her husband would allow her to trace her finger along his sex lines like she's done countless times before two months ago. She really, really wanted to know why he didn't want to touch her. Every time she asked Allen would blow her off, saying he had a headache, wasn't in the mood, or that he was too tired. Dozens of excuses that most women used to get out of doing the same thing. It was really worrying her. Could it be that Allen was having an affair? Shaking her head at that thought, Allen wasn't that kind of man, then could he possibly know what she does on her lunch break? God. Darlene hoped not. She didn't know what she would do if she lost him. A worried look flashed across her eyes as her call was cut off at the first ring. Quickly opening up her text messages, typing out a quick inquiry as to why he wasn't answering her call.
"
Busy
." Was the only word he sent back.
"Busy?! Busy doing what?!" Darlene asked aloud as she walked down the stairs from the second floor. "Please call me, I'm worried about you," she typed out before sending it. His 'Uh-huh' chilled her blood, it sounded so cold, so indifferent that it made her think that she wasn't dealing with the man she's been married to for the past three years. She couldn't think about that right now, she had to get back to the bank before her lunch break was over.
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Allen, his cover name (His real name was Eric Lyle), was bored out of his mind as he sat at his desk in the CIA black ops command center. He longed to be back out in the field. That's where he felt so alive, being a spook, he had learned never to trust anyone, even his own side. Being trained as an assassin as well as a spy by the agency he had put many turncoats in the ground. It was the reason he was sitting behind the desk at the moment. His assignment in Libya went sideways and he had been wounded and his partner had kept him alive as they fled the country. So, for the past three years he's played husband to a faithless woman, and he was getting tired of it. Yet he needed to keep his cover should someone think to find him. Then he could play off that he was a simple married man and not the deadly weapon they had turned him into. Although, he didn't mind her sleeping with other men he didn't love her, she was, after all, nothing but a cover for him. Once he was given the all clear he would slip back into the shadows and disappear like he always does.
Allen rolled his eyes when his phone vibrated beside him on his desk. Quickly swiping the end button, he really didn't want to talk to her at the moment. Even if the marriage was a sham, he would think she would be committed to it. Rolling his eyes as he watched his wife walk across the motel's parking lot before sending the spy satellite back to its regular orbit. She had thought she was sneaky and smart thinking he didn't know she was a slut. It would take him being blind and dumb not to notice what she was doing. The only saving thing she's done was not do that in his house, he'd have to kill her for that. However, he did like Tracy, she was a good person or that's what he could find out anyway.
He wasn't about to marry, even if it was a fake marriage, without doing his due diligence on the people he was marrying into. So, he knew all about Darlene's cheating ways long before he had even stumbled into her making it appear to be an accident. Not that she knew he had singled her out for that reason. Maybe he shouldn't be annoyed that she couldn't keep her legs closed. After all her cheating was the reason he had picked her in the first place. This was after all a temporary assignment; he wasn't planning on spending the rest of his life behind a desk. So, when the time came no one would be surprised when he filed for divorce.
"
Eric
." A sweet, sexy, alluring voice came through the ear piece in his left ear. A smile lifted the corners of his lips knowing there was only one person who knew that name in the agency.
"Yes Maria, what can I do for you today?" Allen asked, into the mike. Remembering how the desert sun danced along her dark caramel skin. Switching her line to a private one so their conversation couldn't be overheard.
"
I'm being transferred back to the states, I was wondering if you would have dinner with me
?" Maria inquired, as she gazed out onto the heart of Rome.
"Oh? That's the first I've heard of it," Allen said, keeping his shock hidden.
"
Well... it's not the same without my partner beside me. I can always count on you to watch my back, just like how you did in Libya.
"
"You are my partner, it'd be a shame if I had to break in a new one," Allen said, with a joking smirk. "To answer your question, I'd love to have dinner with you."
"
You would
?!" Maria gasped. She didn't think she would be so lucky. Ever since they had to be evaced out of Tripoli she's had a growing crush on the man who took three bullets that were meant for her.
"I would," Allen nodded. Keeping his chuckle contained at her stammering breath.
"
I should be back in the states by next week. Maybe we can finally get you back in the field
