Forbidden Lover, Part 2
I had to admit it, I missed Haley even more now... now that we had sex again. Something about that day turned a corner for me. It made me want her. My guilty feelings were disappearing. It wasn't that sex with my wife, Lisa, was bad. It's just... there was something special about Haley that I didn't have with Lisa. And our twenty-five year marriage had grown stale in the bedroom.
My phone gave a ding and I pulled it out. It was a text message from Haley. The first part was a beautiful picture of Haley and Benjamin, smiling at the camera. The second was... well... completely unexpected. It was a close-up picture of a hand cradling a woman's breast, with milk dripping from the nipple. I knew immediately it was Haley... and I knew that she was going to keep teasing me now.
Now that she was able to make me give in again, she knew I wasn't going to be able to deny her.
I started typing out a text to her and sent it.
Vince: Can I come down on Saturday?
I waited a minute, wondering if she was still available to talk. Lisa was in the kitchen cleaning something, so I turned the ringer off. She didn't need to know what I was doing.
Haley: Of course! Something up?
She ended the text with a deviously smiling emoji. My heart skipped a beat when she finally texted back. Things were now being set into motion, things that if they were ever discovered, would ruin my life.
Vince: Just need to see you again.
Haley: Luv that idea. Mom coming too?
Vince: No... just me. I'll tell her you have a prob with your furnace.
Haley: k... what time?
Vince: Noon?
Haley: Sounds perfect. Until?
Vince: Whatever... 10:00.
Haley: Perfect... I get to have Daddy all day long.
She attached the same quirky emoji to the last message, one that looked devious. I guess what I was hoping for was rather devious indeed. And she seemed to be hoping for the same thing.
"Hey hon!" I called to Lisa as I deleted the text messages. "Haley just texted and told me she's having a problem with her furnace. She's wondering if I can come down on Saturday."
"Shouldn't she go talk to building maintenance?"
"I, uh... I just thought that I could do a quick check first to make sure it's nothing stupid."
"Well, we were supposed to be meeting up with the neighbors for dinner," she said. "I guess we can cancel."
"No, no. You go. I'll fix Haley's problem by myself."
"You sure? I hate to see you go down there all by yourself."
"No, it's ok," I said, feeling the weight of what I was doing pressing down on me. "I'll be fine."
And with that, my date with Haley was set.
*****
When Saturday arrived, I left a little early and stopped at a lingerie store on the way down to buy Haley a little gift. It didn't take too long to find one that I really wanted to see her wear and paid cash to keep the purchase off the books.
Then I got back on the road again. I must've been a little too anxious, because halfway down I was pulled over for speeding. Luckily I had a clean record and the officer let me go with just a warning. But I had to really concentrate on my speed from then on.
But it seemed like the universe conspired against me once again. Only fifteen minutes after the police stop, I got a flat tire and it took me another twenty minutes to change it. The rest of the drive down, my guilty conscience kept speaking to me, kept telling me to turn around, that this just wasn't right. But I kept fighting it, I kept driving to Haley.
It was about 1:45pm when I pulled into the parking lot of Haley's apartment building. I grabbed the bag from the passenger seat, slowly walked inside, and rode the elevator to the fourth floor.
Haley was wearing a t-shirt and sweat pants when she opened the door and let me come inside. Benjamin was on her arm and, after she closed the door, she leaned in and kissed me, softly and passionately.
"I didn't expect you this late," she said, looking concerned.
"It was a tough drive. Don't ask," I said, sighing. I was happy to off the road and finally with Haley again.
"Well, I'm glad you could come down," she said. "I was just getting ready to feed Benji."
I nodded. "Oh. Ok. No rush."
We went into the kitchen and sat around her table. Without batting an eye, she pulled up her shirt, opened her bra, and began feeding him, holding him to her chest.
"Mom was ok with you coming down alone?" she asked.
"Yeah. She's going to have dinner with the neighbors tonight," I said. "I'm sure she'll want to come down before Christmas, though."
"And you're... ok... being here and... you know?" she smiled, pretty much matching that same emoji she used in her text.
"I am," I nodded slowly. "I, uh... I wanted to see you again. Sorry," I corrected myself, "to tell you the truth, I needed to see you again."
She smiled. She had such a beautiful smile. "I like that. And you brought me a present?"
"Yeah," I smiled sheepishly. I was still a little embarrassed about buying my own daughter sexy lingerie. But I knew it would be worth it. "Just a little something for you."
"For Christmas?"
"No... no, for... now."
When Benjamin was finally done feeding, Haley put her bra and shirt back and then went and laid him in his rocker.
"There you go," she said sweetly to him. Then she cranked the lever which helped make the rocker move and walked away. The rocker slowly moved side to side, quickly putting Benjamin asleep. "That'll put him out for a couple hours."
She sat back down in the kitchen chair and pulled the bag close to her. "Let's see what we have here." She opened the bag and pulled out the first piece. It was a white bustier, with lace detailing in the front, forming two triangles with the point of both meeting mid-stomach. The sides were opaque but the bra
-cups were sheer, showing plenty of breast behind it. The back had hook and eye closures that would cinch it tightly to her.
Attached to the same hanger were white panties that had the same lace detailing in the front and had two straps that rode along the hips from front to back.
"Very nice," she said, touching the fabric and holding it first in the air, then against herself. She looked and then reached into the bag again and pulled out a small package of white thigh-high stockings. "Very sexy, daddy," she said, standing up and giving me another kiss.
She slid into my lap and started kissing me more fervently. My one hand held her back for support, while my other was first on her far hip, but then moved to stroke her stomach through her t-shirt. I could feel my cock getting harder and harder the longer she kissed me. My hands wanted to go higher or lower, wanted to touch her, wanted to make her moan and scream in pleasure.
"You, uh, haven't told anyone, right?" I asked, suddenly feeling a little guilty again. "I mean, you can't tell anyone."
"Sworn to secrecy," she smiled.
"What is it you kids do? Pinky promise?" I raised my hand, pinky held out.
"Pinky promise, kiss your thumb, and put our thumbs together," she said as we performed the ritual.
I smiled, almost sorry that I even said anything. Of course she'd keep this a secret. She had as much to lose as I did.
"Well, why don't I put this on and you can see what it looks like," she said, pulling away from the kiss. "I'll let you know when I'm ready."
She got off my lap and practically skipped out of the kitchen and down the hall to her bedroom. I just sat in the kitchen, watching Benjamin rock slowly. He looked so incredibly peaceful. It was difficult to realize that he was my son when the rest of the world saw him as my grandson. But I knew the difference.
In just a few minutes, I heard her calling from down the hall. I grabbed a rose from the kitchen counter, walked out of the kitchen, and soon saw her standing in the doorway to her bedroom. She had the lingerie and stockings on and looked absolutely, jaw-dropping incredible. I couldn't believe any woman could look any more beautiful.
She wiggled her finger, calling me to come, and turned and disappeared into her bedroom. When I reached the door and walked inside, she was just getting comfortable on the bed, lying on her back. I walked over, climbed onto the bed myself, and sat next to her.
She was smiling up at me, her hands slowly stroking her stomach and thighs.
"God, baby. You look... so beautiful," I said softly. "I'm so sorry I feel so guilty sometimes." I took her hand in mine and softly stroked her chin and cheeks with the other. I felt such a desire to just touch her entire body, to feel her softness. As my finger slid over her lips, her tongue slithered out and lightly licked it. "Those luscious lips," I smiled.