It was five after ten that evening by the time the two lovers walked down the stairs, chatting away with big smiles on their faces. Matthew, a tall, relatively fit White man in his thirties and Priya, a beautiful, exotic West Indian woman of similar age, had just ended what was a wonderful date. Their first. It had started off with dinner, where the electricity could almost be seen crackling in the air between them. It had ended in the bedroom, where, surrounded by romantic ambiance, they made love. Twice. Candles had cast flickering shadows on their writhing, sweaty bodies as the two had become one. For the first time, they had expressed their love for one another.
It couldn't have been more perfect.
Except for the fact that the two of them were married to different people. That, and the fact that Priya's sister was Matthew's wife.
It wasn't his fault. Nor was it hers. Who could ever dictate the way love works? It was the timing. They had been brought together several months too late. But for a trick of the calendar, maybe they would be together under the eyes of the law. But that's not how it happened. By the time Matthew had met Priya, she was mere weeks away from marrying Raj. And by the time they realized that the sparks between them were all too real, they had been married for a couple of years. Now, six or seven years after having first met, they had been seeing each other clandestinely for a couple of months.
And tonight they had crossed that ultimate line, putting their hearts out there. Vulnerable. Trusting. The result was an intimacy that had taken their relationship to the next level.
In a state of bliss, the in-laws held hands as they walked down the stairs, as if unable to stop touching for even a second. They would be a couple of minutes late in joining their family, given that they had told them ten-thirty and it was a half-hour drive. Neither one cared. They got to spend over three hours alone together, achieving the height of intimacy.
They put on their jackets and shoes and Priya stood by the door, waiting for him. Matthew went to her, slipping his arms around her waist as she put hers around his neck. She looked up at him with those round, dark eyes of hers. Her eyeliner made them even more beautiful. Her full lips were gorgeous as well, even though her lipstick had long since been wiped away by his mouth.
"I had such a good time tonight." Priya said, smiling.
"Me too." Matthew agreed. Her tongue licked her lips, briefly.
"I love you." She breathed.
"I love you, too." He responded. And with that, they kissed. Her mouth opened up right away and allowed his tongue to enter. He ran his tongue along hers as she snaked it into his mouth. She pressed her lithe body against him and in seconds he grew hard as a rock. She was breathing heavily, kissing him urgently as if two loads of semen in her body were not enough. He vividly felt her tongue teasing against his, and he savored her saliva. His hands slid down her back and under coat so they could grab her ass over her pants. He squeezed her cheeks, pushing his tongue farther into her mouth.
For the next two minutes, their kissing, if anything, grew even more intense. It echoed loudly right there in the foyer. They were breathing laboriously into each other's mouth as his hands circled her bum over her pants, occasionally squeezing. Her tongue brushed across his throat.
He had to have this woman.
He had her two times already and it seemed to have done nothing to sate him.
Matthew began to back his wife's sister up towards a cushioned, antique bench that was several feet away beside the stairs. She began to chuckle a little bit as she kissed him. His hands left her ass and moved around to the front of her body and undid her coat. He began to push it off her shoulders. She broke the kiss.
"What are you doing?" Priya asked with a chuckle, her Indian accent apparent. Her pussy was buzzing with lust.
"I want you again." His throat rumbled. Her heart soared with desire at his words.
