"Are you flirting with me? Me, a married woman too." Madeleine asked coyly as she grinned, her face turning the colour of her bright red shoes.
Rhys just smirked, "Who me?" He asked all innocently. Of course Rhys was flirting, it was something he and Maddie always did through habit and fun.
Both knew that nothing could, or would ever happen between them. Maddie was a happily married woman. Rhys was single, but he respected her far too much to cross the line. Both knew exactly where the line was and knew when to stop. That's not to say that Rhys hadn't thought about doing more than just flirt, he had. But he would never consciously do anything to jeopardise Maddie's marriage or their friendship.
As for Maddie, if she was totally honest, she had once fantasised about Rhys too. Everybody fantasised, but those fantasies were for her own private times and thoughts. They were kept locked firmly away and released on those nights when her husband was away. Those nights she had her thoughts, fantasies, and the whole bed to herself.
Working at the bank, you wouldn't think that much in the way of flirting would occur. But Maddie and Rhys's minds were perfectly in tune with one another. They could always turn an innocent comment into something smutty. The had more innuendos and double meanings than a 'Carry On' movie. They always pushed the existing undertones to see who could embarrass the other first. To put it mildly, the air was thick with sexual tension when the two were together. But as an outsider looking in, you would never realise.
It is true that Rhys knew when to stop or back off. He did know where the line was and he had never once crossed it. Rhys figured that stealing the odd glance at her ass as she walked past or bent over was okay. He also considered glimpsing down her top if she leant across his desk wasn't really crossing the line either. It was more like leaning over the line to get a better view! Of course, admiring the swell of her breasts and the pattern of her bra he could see through some of her blouses fell into that category too. It's not like he ever took handful after all.
So yeah, you could say that Rhys had a secret thing for Maddie. He probably thought about her inappropriately a lot more than she ever did about him.
So their days went on, conversations and flirting aplenty. Sometimes the suggestiveness was borderline and possibly a bit much. But for the most part it was all friendly banter and harmless for the both of them.
Madeleine was, to be fair, a fairly conservative person. At least outwardly, and to most people's perspectives. She wasn't really frigid or the Ice maiden that her husband would call her when she refused to engage with him in his kinkier sexual fantasies. Maddie would only engage sex in the missionary position. She had tried another once, but her nature had taken over and had vowed never again.
She did enjoy sex; Maddie certainly wouldn't say she loved it. But she did enjoy the feeling of being filled and the closeness of the man she loved that it brought.
Despite how she acted around Rhys, Maddie was a naturally shy and timid person. She did not like being naked or undressing in front of her husband. Not because she didn't want him to see her, but because she didn't like her body and was shy to show it off.
Paul, Maddie's husband, would constantly tell her how beautiful she was, and how she shouldn't shy away from him.
He was right, at five and a half foot tall, long dark hair and an athletic build, she was an absolute stunner. No one who saw her could help but admire the way she looked. She always made the effort to look nice but always sold herself short. It doesn't matter how beautiful you are or how many people fancy you and tell you how gorgeous you are. If you can't see it for yourself, and are not happy with your body, then you will not believe them. That was Maddie in a nut shell.
On those rapidly lessening nights that they had sex, Maddie would insist that the light was turned off. She just couldn't bear to have even her husband look at her naked form. Paul had begun to lose interest in sex with Maddie too. She wouldn't, in his opinion, engage with him and his wishes, and so consequently he began to ignore her in the bedroom. So sex, enjoyed or not was becoming even less frequent than normal.
Of course it didn't help Maddie that she had never before been able to orgasm through penetration. Paul would sometimes go down on her and through combination of his fingers and tongue, she would orgasm. That was about as adventurous as they got, Maddie would not consider putting his cock in her mouth, she was put off since he had rammed it in and almost choked her. Since the panic of that night, she had refused point blank.
So whenever Paul would climb aboard, the missionary was the best he could hope for. He would thrust into her as hard and fast as he could. This didn't matter whether she was aroused and ready or not. It became all about him and he cared not if he was hurting Maddie or not. She would grimace as he grunted away. Within a couple of minutes Paul would growl as he came. Rolling off satisfied, he would never consider Maddie's happiness or satisfaction. Or more appropriately, lack of. He had had some, cum and enjoyed himself. He didn't give Maddie a second thought. He had rationalised long ago that if he had cum, she must have enjoyed it too. For all of his faults, which Maddie foolishly put down as her making it that way, she loved him dearly.
So there it was, Madeleine, for very obvious reasons, wasn't a huge fan of sex. Perhaps that was why she flirted with Rhys the way she did. She certainly enjoyed the dirty talking with him more than she did the actual act of sex with Paul.
If that wasn't true, then the fact that she enjoyed herself more with her fantasies and toys in her alone time was. This was her special time when Paul was away, and that she certainly enjoyed a hell of a lot more than sex.
During those times when her husband was away, Maddie was far more daring and at ease with herself. There was no reason she should have been the way she was with Paul, he had never been anything but kind and supportive to her, He had certainly never given her cause to think that he wasn't happily in love with her. Maddie didn't know why, that's just the way it was when he was there. But on those nights when he wasn't, she would really come to life.
Hands would roam over her body, they slowly unbuttoned and removed clothes. Hands that would touch sensuously as they went. She would use her hands and touch herself in ways and places that Paul never did. She was gentle when with her exploration of her body, but firm and even a little rough with herself when the need arose. Slowly stripping away every shred of clothing but with an imaginary lover's hands, Maddie would stimulate herself and build the enjoyment slowly. She would get the most of her time. increasing the eroticism and pleasure of her experience, Maddie would tease and indulge her own body to the heights of bliss.
Her imaginary lover who used her hands would bring Maddie to the verge of orgasm and then ease of in tease. Over and over, each time getting her closer to the ultimate feeling of fulfilment and ecstasy. Every time she reached the brink, it was so much more intense than the last until finally she could resist no longer. Allowing herself to orgasm, Maddie would lose control totally. Screaming through her ragged breaths, she would tug on rigid nipples with one hand whilst the other would invade her core and strum her clit furiously. Breasts would soon be forgotten as both hands attacked her most secret place. Fingers moved like in and out desperately until she could physically take no more pleasure. Finally, Maddie would collapse in exhaustion, spent beyond the ability to take any more.
One night when Paul was away, Maddie had pleasured and teased herself for almost two hours straight. Naked and covered in sweat, she pinched and pulled at her over sensitive, firm nipples. Maddie, hands straying between her legs, was so wet from the enjoyment that she had saturated the bed with her own juices. Her body had become so aroused and sensitive by that point that even if she had wanted to stop, her body would not allow it. With her eyes tightly shut, Maddie moved both hands to her breasts. She squeezed and kneaded them roughly as she imagined another's hands on her body. That feeling of ecstasy that started between her legs and refused to stop as it spread out from her core.
"Yes, yes. Like that. Don't stop. Please don't stop." She begged her imaginary lover.
As the orgasm engulfed her, Maddie came hard. Both hands were working her sex relentlessly. Even as the wave of pleasure washed over her and feeling so sensitive she jumped at her own touch, she could not stop.
Her hands continued, fingers from one moving in long strokes, in and out, whilst the other strummed incessantly at her solid and swollen clit. Maddie was no longer in control of her actions, her lover had taken over her completely and refused to stop.
"Aaaahhhhhhh," she screamed as the second orgasm hit. "Yes, Rhys yes" she cried as the wave washed over her.
Finally, she couldn't give or take any more. Lying spent on the bed, gasping for breath. She hadn't even realised the name she had called out as slowly her breathing and heart rate began to slow. But then she did remember and moaned his name again as she brought her left hand up to her neck. Maddie didn't know why she thought of him at that moment, but she couldn't take it back.
Slowly and unconsciously, Maddie's hand began to move. It moved slowly down her chest and over her breasts. Fingers moved slowly over her areola and flattened the still jutting nipple in the centre. The nipple sprang back erect as her hand continued to move. Down over her stomach it travelled and onto her mound. Fingers entered her most private place. All the while, one word remained in the mind of the exhausted Maddie. Rhys.
