Amy knocked on the door.
There was always guilt in these moments, when she waited for him to open the door, when she was presented with one last chance to turn back and put an end to this infidelity.
And then the door opened.
"Hey there," Greg said, stepping aside and ushering her inside with a sweep of his arm.
She hesitated.
Although she was confident that he would never force her to stay, in her mind going over the threshold would be the final decision. There would be no turning back after that.
With a small smile, she stepped inside, and padded towards the couch. The door closed and locked behind her.
Guilt lingered but was dissipating.
Rationalization had become a habit, so when the voice in her head cast judgment, she responded quickly, telling the voice that Greg provided the tender, thorough attention that Brian did not like to provide, and that such an arrangement was the extent of this relationship. Although there were moments of affection between her and the former, she loved the latter and the life they shared.
She slipped her loafers off, dropped her purse on the coffee table, and sat back, slumping into the cushions.
"Long day?" Greg asked knowingly.
"Yeah, work stuff."
"Just lay back and I'll take care of you."
She smiled and reclined lazily.
As always, he was gentle and attentive, slowly and methodically undoing her belt, sliding her pants down and off, doing the same to her panties, until her sex was revealed. Instead of focusing there, he moved to her upper half, taking time to undo the buttons on her blouse, helping her take it off. Her plain white bra came next, his fingers deft and efficient.
Amy was left naked, lying back on the couch, a heat rising inside her at the appreciative look on Greg's face. Whatever guilt she had felt was now gone as he leaned down and claimed her mouth in a strong kiss.
They made out for a few minutes, his body warm against hers, their hands running over each other.
And then he broke the kiss, letting his mouth glide down her neck, making her giggle and shudder. Her breasts took his attention as he reached them, his lips moving all over, sucking at the hard nipples, kissing at the pale flesh around them. She let her fingers twine into his hair, sighing in satisfaction as she was treated so wonderfully. Although she could feel his cock straining through his shorts, he was unhurried, using his mouth to undertake a complete cataloguing of her breasts, indulging in that pert territory.
Treatment like this came from Brian only when she demanded it, so to have it offered so freely was always a welcome change. While her husband did pay plenty of attention to her breasts, it was usually during a frenetic fucking; he rarely took time to focus entirely on them like Greg was doing.
Even when Greg finally moved on, it was not just to free the bulge in his shorts and bury his cock inside her.
Instead, his mouth slid over her tensing belly, and reached her sex, now dripping with her juices.
This was something else that she had to ask Brian for. Greg gave it freely and enthusiastically, slurping up those juices, glancing up to take stock of her reactions, the breathless moans from how his tongue felt against the sensitive petals of her sex. More juices flowed out from his administrations, and he sought them out, leading to more sensations and thus more juices. It was a cycle that led to plenty of pleasure for her, a comfortable, lush sort that helped her relax, the stresses of the day melting away thanks to those eager oral efforts.
When his tongue swirled atop her clit, a knowing smirk on his lips, she cried out, feeling an orgasm coming closer.
He did not stop licking and kissing there until she came, the ecstasy reaching out into every corner of her body, making her squeal blissfully. Her fingers were tight in his hair, but he did not complain, continuing to focus on that clit, extending her climax.
Once her cries adopted a slight tone of anguish, the stimulation too much to handle, he drew back, watching as she quivered, her eyes bright with euphoria, those cries calming once that stimulation stopped.
The afterglow was a delight by itself, a soothing embrace that helped her ease back down to earth from the orgasmic heights.
"Someone's calling you," Greg said then, reaching into her purse to fish out her phone.
"Who is it?" she asked, stretching out lazily on the couch, smiling as he glanced at the screen.
"Your husband."
She frowned, reminded of her infidelity so soon after such a satisfying orgasm.
Greg pressed something, and then handed over the phone.
To her horror, the call had been picked up, so she quickly held the phone up to her ear, shooting Greg an angry look.
There were a few moments of silence, when she wondered if it had been a butt-dial.
"Hey babe," Brian said then.
"Hey," she replied, "what's up?"
"Just wanted to check in. What're you up to?"
"I'm at the gym," she lied, hoping that her breathlessness thus would not arouse suspicion.
"Cool. I'm grabbing a drink. Work was a bitch."
"Don't have too much. It's a Wednesday night."
"I know. I'm only having two."
There was a brief pause, and to her frustration, Greg decided to slip back down between her thighs.
"What time do you think you'll get home?" Brian asked her.
She shook her head at Greg, but he ignored it, and dragged his tongue up her folds.
A soft whine spilled out before she could stop it.
"You okay, babe?"
"Yeah," she said quickly, "I think I might have strained something."
