Unwanted Affair

I hadn't intended to get out of bed, I wanted Bruce to question why I wasn't serving him breakfast today; as I'd always done.

I woke to the smell of coffee and bacon; I donned my robe and went out to find Trevor flipping pancakes.

"Morning," Trevor greeted me cheerfully, he filled a cup and held it to me "I figured after a 'HARD' night with Bruce, you might need some nourishment." He grinned.

"I wasn't even sure you'd be walking this morning." He chuckled.

"I maybe got less sleep than you, I couldn't stop thinking about how alluring you'd look in that sexy lingerie." He chuckled, "I tried pulling a layer or two of skin off my dick."

Trevor put 2 pancakes on a plate and held it out to me.

"I know if it was me in your bed last night, you'd still be under me, and I wouldn't be going to work today." He touched my cheek so very tenderly.

He ran his fingers over my neck "I wouldn't stop until we were breathless, our bodies drenched in sweat, toes curled, bodies vibrating and your legs shaking." He brushed my cheek slightly as he tucked a few locks of my hair behind my ear.

"The neighbors would know my name and they'd be gasping and ask for a cigarette."

He breathed hotly on my neck, whispered so softly in my ear. "As soon as I caught my breath, I'd flip you over for another round; and when we've done it so much, I couldn't get it up, I'd use my tongue and fingers until you cried 'UNCLE' I need a break."

{'Damn I just wanted to drop my robe and embrace him, wrap my legs around him and have him take me right there on the counter, on the table, and again on the floor, or carry me elsewhere; I just wanted him.'}

It took me a second to regain my rational composure.

I formulated a plan, now I need to implement it. "Be patient Trevor, but it won't be a week, most likely tomorrow you can have me."

Trevor, with a beaming smile, kissed my lips intimately, "Oh, so Bruce wasn't 'UP' to saving your marriage" he made air quotes with his fingers, "to accepting your enticing offer?" He put his arms around my torso.

"I was certainly ready for you." He gazed, waiting for me to give the signal; I struggled but remained steadfast.

I shook my head, "He asked me how much they cost and pulled the covers over him, turned out his lamp; not so much as a hug, or kiss good night."

Trevor's blue eyes peered deep, seemingly into my very soul.

The air thickened, my heart pounded; I knew my resistance was to be tested. Was that invisible fine line about to be erased? I didn't know if I could stop myself, or if I wanted to.

Trevor brushed the robe open, brought his fingers up under my breasts to ever so tenderly squeeze them.

"Ashley, you deserve someone who actually sees you, knows what you desire, knows what a woman like you needs and is willing to meet those needs."

His hands roamed with a possessiveness that should have frightened me; but his aggressiveness only added to my burning desire, I resisted previously and only now permitted myself to feel.

My arms went around his neck and our pent-up, primal, passion exploded. We kissed, passionately, feverishly, hungrily.

Then my rational thoughts took over. What if Bruce were to walk in as we were making out? Could I ask him to leave us alone? Would I care? Could I live with myself if I broke my morals and values and succumbed to what I would consider cheating?

I broke off the kiss, shaking my head.

"Wait Trevor," my hands went to his chest; "I do want you; I really... really, want you ... but I don't want Bruce to come in and catch us; I'd consider it cheating and cheating is against my principles."

I twist aside, kiss his cheek.

"I have a plan. Trust me... Tonight, I'll be in your bed tonight."

I kissed him tenderly and left the kitchen.

I passed Bruce in the living room, I sighed, my timing was spot on; he would have caught us.

He grumbled something, but I didn't care; I ignored him and went to my room.

I was both exasperated and elated; frustrated at myself for having to stop Trevor at what was likely going to be a torrid lovemaking session; and excited because our future together looks so bright.

I was feeling sexy and so put on a pair of skimpy red lace panties and matching bra, I chose a brightly flowered, cotton, summer dress.

Whispering to myself, feeling ecstatic, "Well, if today's activities go as planned tomorrow's sunrise should reveal itself on a fantastic future."

I slipped into my dress and skipped like a schoolgirl to the kitchen.

The guys were done eating, Trevor was filling his go cup with coffee, Bruce is just rising from the table.

I head toward Trevor, giving him a wink.

"I was thinking of having sausage tonight, is that ok with both of you?"

Bruce replied, "With perogies and sour cream?"

I gave Trevor a mischievous grin, as he twisted the lid on his cup.

"I was actually thinking with whipped cream and chocolate sauce."

I wriggle my eyebrows at Trevor; knowing by his grin and twinkle in his eye, he understood my insinuation.

"Oh, Ashley don't be silly." Bruce shook his head, turning to leave.

"What on earth has gotten into you?" Bruce stated not expecting a reply, on route to the front door.

Softly, loud enough for Trevor to hear, but not Bruce.

"Nothing's gotten into me for far too long; but tonight, if my plan works out, you will." I cupped Trevor's crotch, gave his manhood a squeeze and raised my voice for Bruce to hear.

"Whipped cream and chocolate sauce on sausage sure sounds delicious to me."

I'm rubbing Trevor's growing member,

I lift to my tiptoes, "Bet you'd enjoy the same condiments on my taco," I whisper breathily in Trevor's ear, "I know I would enjoy you licking me clean?"

Trevor has his arm around my shoulders, he pulls me close, kisses my lips as if he owns me. "If I have to go to work thinking of eating chocolate on your taco, I want to take an appetizer with me to savor at work. "Trevor lifted the hem of my dress, his finger pushed aside my panties, "I can call in sick, we can consummate our union all day."

"Mmmnnggh." I moan as he gently slides his finger into me. "No Trevor, that would be cheating; I devised a plan, I am going my lawyer today." I feel a second finger inject inward and up, his thumb presses on my clitoris.

"Oh, Trevor, Mmmm."

I squirm, his fingers have my undivided attention, my fingers wrap on his wrist, undecided, teetering on if I should stop him, or relinquish. My inhibitions are diminishing like a fog when the sun comes out.

"Mmmnnn." His thumb grazes across my nub as he wiggles his digits in me.

I bite my lip; I'm about to cum.

"Trevor," I pull his hand away, "please wait, just a few more hours."

Trevor winked as his fingers withdrew, lifted to his face, his mouth curled into a wide smile as he inhaled deeply. He had a proud look of dominance as he inhaled sharply.

I gasped, catching my breath that he took away.

"I'll keep dessert warm and wet all day for you Trevor." I primp my dress as I follow him tout of the kitchen.

"Go to work but bring that sausage home ready to rock my world."

There was no turning back, I knew it was inevitable, as did he.

The moment the front door closed, I started to implement my plan; I called my doctor's office demanding the receptionist gives me an appointment today, "I only need 5 minutes, you must squeeze me in, I'm desperate."

"Ok Ashley, be here at 1 and I'll get you in as soon as he returns from lunch."

"Oh, thank you, I truly need this."

After my stop at the lawyer's office to start divorce proceedings, I went shopping, I had a few things I needed to buy to complete my plan.

I was only a few minutes at the Dr's office; then went to a pharmacy and filled my new prescription and went home.

I tossed my purse on the chair got a glass of wine; everything was aligning. I sat in the chair mulling over my plan; of course, Trevor became my focal point.

I began reminiscing the pleasure of Trevor's fingers in me earlier. How easy he manipulated to nearly climaxing.

I finished my wine, I went to Trevor's dresser, I knew exactly what I was searching for, I had done his laundry for a couple months now.

I sat on his bed, fantasizing about what he said last night, 'he'd be here masturbating, if I chose to join him.' And how he suggested he'd 'tried pulling off a layer of skin.'

I checked the trash can, next to his bed, there were several wads of tissue. My mind imagined him, stretched out, right here, those gentle man fingers that took me so quickly to the verge this morning, wrapped snuggly around his dick, jerking off while fantasizing about me in my lingerie.

I put my fingers inside my frilly red panties and slid my fingers down alongside my clitoris, edged my labia lips, lower to my perineum. On the return path upwards, my middle finger dipped between my wet labia. I fell back on the bed, my free hand went under his pillow, brought it to me, I hugged it, his masculine scent filled my nostrils, my middle finger curled into my cunt.

The others squeezed, titillated my fleshy flaps.

I rolled over biting his pillow, to muffle my moans. My hips humping the bed, my finger speeding up, it was quick, mere moments, I climaxed. My forefinger withdrew and delicately caressed my tiny love button as I reveled in temporary bliss, slowly humping my hand, leisurely toying with my pussy as I calmed; my mind focused on Trevor.

I smiled, whispered to the light in the middle of the ceiling, as if it had been watching me.

"I am just keeping it warm and wet for Trevor."

I pulled off my undies, wiped my fingers dry and swiped my pussy vigorously, transferring my scented secretions to my intimate apparel, displaying the wet fabric on his pillow, thinking how our two scents could mingle.

I showered leisurely and made all the required arrangements to complete tonight's mission I had schemed. It took several minutes to finally decide on what I felt would be best to wear, and how I was to greet them when they arrived. I felt that moment carried substantial weight, a dramatic turning point in my life.

I waited for them, lounging on the sofa playing with myself; I wanted my nipples erect, poking hard under my old tee, the one I wore most of Covid lockdown.

Trevor stepped in first, I strolled seductively toward them, like a runway model, purposefully placing one foot in front of the other, my hand on my hip, swaying my derriere. I flipped my tee so Trevor could see I was wearing his leopard spotted bikini briefs.

Trevor's eyes widened with lust, his smile was broader than ever, his white teeth glistening brightly; he noticed his briefs and my erect nipples, he swiped his lips slowly, seductively, with his tongue; that made me even more excited, as if I wasn't already aroused enough.

I put my finger to his lips for him to hush, his tongue swiped it, "Mmmmm, more appetizer." He whispered.

Bruce shuffled in past Trevor, took the beer I held out to him, but he said nothing, no greeting, no look of surprise, not even a lingering glance at my aroused boobs, absolutely, frikkin, nothing.

I guess I wasn't really surprised; I never expected Bruce to react.

This greeting was planned for Trevor.

Gawd, I wanted to slap Bruce; kick him in the nuts. I even considered dropping to the floor, spreading my legs wide and asking Trevor to fuck me in front of the TV to see if Bruce might notice that!

'No Ashley,' I said to myself, 'don't let him ruin the night, stick to your plan!'

Bruce went directly to the couch, slumping down with a thud, after a decent chug of beer asked, "Is the sausage ready, I've been thinking about it all day."

"Me too." I stepped in front of Trevor, my hand lightly gripped Trevor's manhood.

"Not yet," I squeezed again, and rubbed the length of it.

"I'm confident it will be ready soon." I bit my lip, a devilish grin at my pun.

"I've been thinking about it all day too." I teasingly wiggled my bum against Trevor and trotted into the kitchen.

Trevor followed right behind, his hands on my hips; just past the kitchen doorway, out of sight of the living room, he pushed me against the wall. Lifting my wrists above my head. "Damn, you sure do look great, no matter what you wear."

Trevor kissed me passionately, hungrily "and I've been anticipating eating your taco flavor all day." He nibbled my hard nipple through the flimsy fabric.

Ashley feeling his eagerness, his power and passion, inflamed her even more, an additional rush of excitement, she sighed.

Trevor's fingers rubbed my puffy mons pubis. "These are my briefs, I demand you take them off."

"That will be your job, but please," I snaked my arms around his neck, French kissing him, "another hour of patience, my plan is playing out perfectly."

I nuzzled his neck.

"I didn't steal your gitch, I made a trade; I left you mine, displayed them on your pillow, they were well soaked with my cum," I whispered ever so softly "after I masturbated on your bed this afternoon."

His arm went around the small of my back, he touched his lips to the warm flesh of my neck, whispering, "I can't help myself, you've not only been in my dreams, but in my every waking thought; and it amplified when I smelled and tasted you on my fingers today, and now you taunt me dressed like this." He pinched the nipple he suckled moments ago. "I got hard more than a couple times today; and now you tell me you made yourself cum on my bed. Ashley I've been battling for weeks now, restraining myself not to throw you over the table or the back of the sofa and to take you like a feral beast, even without your consent."

Those words went through me like lightening, tingling electricity surging everywhere, warming my heart, my soul, every fiber in my body.

I had to kiss him lecherously.

He put my hand to his shaft, "See what you do to me." He was rock hard.

Trevor lifted the flimsy fabric of my T and rolled both taut nipples, I closed my eyes, moaning, lewdly awaiting his primal, carnal, onslaught.

It had been far too long since anyone besides myself had touched my bare flesh passionately like this. A feeling of sexual intensity that unexpectedly stole my breath, my hands trembling, as I stroked him, my heart pounding against my ribs like it was trying to escape. I don't know where the strength to resist this lust came from.

"Soon," Twisting away. "I went to my lawyer's; my divorce petition is being drawn up."

I pulled my T back down over my boobs,

"I need to do one more thing,"

I moved to the fridge.

"I convinced my doctor today I needed sleeping pills."

I pulled another beer from the fridge, set it on the counter, twisted off the top. Trevor, not totally ready to stop, moved behind me, his hands slid up to get more nipple play, he nibbled my neck.

I opened the pill bottle shook one out onto the counter, crushed it between 2 spoons and scraped the small particles from the spoon into the beer.

I turned holding the beer high, allowing Trevor to continue his booby play.

"Bruce already had one in the first beer; this should put him out until sometime tomorrow." I peered at Trevor with a mischievous grin.

"Then I'm yours." I went into the living room.

Bruce didn't look up, "That sausage ready?" Sounding sleepy.

"Almost, I'll get it out right away;" I snickered, "here, I brought you a fresh beer."

Handing a droopy eyed Bruce the cold bottle.

Bruce took the fresh brew, without interrupting his stare at the TV, chugged nearly half.

Ashley smiled; he wouldn't be much longer to this world.

"We're through Bruce, nothing you can say will change my mind. I went to the lawyers today and started divorce proceedings."

No response, nothing.; I'm sure he heard me, I was loud enough and clear, I didn't stutter.

I shrugged my shoulders, turned away, and as I crossed the room, I looked back adding.

"I'll holler when we're ready to eat."

Returning to Trevor, "Everything I had schemed is done; I told him I'm getting a divorce."

Putting my arms around Trevor, "now that I've told him, I won't have any regrets."

I jumped up wrapping my legs around Trevor's waist.

"Bruce is no longer a part of my future. Now you can write our next chapter."

I pierced his lips with my tongue. Squeezing him tight with my arms and legs.

Trevor placed her with authority on the counter; lifted her chin, so their eye contact was unbroken. Her head tilted, anticipating a passionate kiss her eyes closed.

Anticipating the caress of his lips on mine, my boundary lines dissipated, my fingers cover his on my breast, my legs fall away.

Yes, is the only word my burning, yearning flesh utters; yes, is the word flashing in bright lights like a billboard in my mind's eye.

Softly I murmur, my body trembling, "YES! Trevor, make me yours, take me like you described, however, wherever you want."

Ashley was waiting, willingly; she was his to claim, his to possess, to take, and he intended too. He tipped her head as he swirled his tongue in her mouth.

They weren't just kisses, they were beyond passion and vigor, they were aggressive, ravenous, and unapologetic, meant to conquer.

I moaned, a deep, low, elongated, contented, sighing moan. My arms raised automatically when he lifted my tee.

He bit my lower lip, tender at first, then slightly more, not enough to hurt, but enough to assert his dominance.

Trevor's hands explored, talented fingers roamed, investigated, no fumbling, a confident, sure touch of an experienced lover, knowing where and how to excite his partner.

Smoothing his hands over my chest, he cupped and molded my tits as he continued to suck my lip. He dipped down to nibble and suckle briefly, intimately, on both delightful pink nipples.

Latching onto one, he bit down gently and rolled the erect nub between his teeth.

Ashley groaned her fingers behind his head cradling him.

His warm, moist lips covered my areole, his tongue flicking and swirling around my erect nipple. Another moan, my fingers in his hair pull him tight to my other tit.

My entire body tingling, a swelling of carnal excitement, exhilaration, like blowing a huge gum bubble knowing it's going to burst but nevertheless continue to enjoy it growing. I let myself go, allowing myself to be consumed by the passion Trevor was bestowing upon me.

Trevor's fingers moved lower, teasing my inner thighs, edging the hem of his briefs she was wearing, tormenting her, she emitted a soft growl, widened her legs. She was on the cusp of a climax.

Inflamed with lust; with intense primal passion she ripped opened his shirt, popping the buttons, the scattering buttons making clicking sounds as they bounced.

She buried her face into his neck her fingers went to his back; she raked her nails from bottom to top. Her animalistic passion raging, "Oh gawd Trevor, take me, fuck me like you told me you would, I'm so ready."

She bit his shoulder lightly and raked his back again.

Their tongues were feverishly battling; Trevor's knuckle grazed her labia through the thin fabric of his leopard spotted bikini briefs.

His forefinger slid beneath the hem, then his middle finger joined; twisting his hand, tugging the waistband from her pubes, he pressed his fingertips to her vulva, she squirmed and sighed as the digits wriggled between her wet lips.

He barely touched her tiny bean, and she screamed out,

"OOOHHH, UHH, OOHHH, MYYY, UUHHH, YYYYEEESSSSS!" Releasing several months' worth of euphoric pleasure; Ashley quivered.

Trevor, knelt, his fingers pulled his briefs past her hips.

Ashley called out loudly.

"Bruce it's time to eat."

Ashley barely containing herself chuckled.

"I told Bruce earlier I'd call him when we were ready to eat."

Trevor burst out laughing, he scooped up Ashley, threw her over his shoulder, smacked her bottom and spoke.