Chapter 1

Almost 2 years ago I shared my story “Dreams Of My Desire”. I had every intention of getting to work on the sequel, and I did in fact start writing it the week after. Unfortunately, life got in the way and I lost my motivation to write. I’d mess with it here and there, but I had a hard time staying with it. Well, I finally finished it. If you don’t remember the first one, or haven’t read it yet, please give it a read and then come back and read this one. I hope you like it.

If you’re just going to jump into this story, I’m going to warn you, this story does feature infidelity, some straight sex, some negativity towards religion, and a few brief metions of gay male sex.

It was currently 11:00 pm. Not too many hours ago, Monica and I had checked out of the hotel room where we had spent the day fucking each other’s brains out. I was exhausted, my pussy kind of hurt, and I felt more satisfied than I had in the last 20 years. Shit, maybe more satisfied than I’d ever felt in my whole life. I knew what I had been craving, and she gave me that, but I had no idea what I had been missing. Monica had opened my eyes to a whole new world.

I had anticipated that there would be some emotions to deal with afterwards. I had just cheated on my loving husband after all. That was something I had never seen myself doing, yet I willingly entered into a situation where that was the intended goal.

I convinced myself that I was justified because if he wasn’t going to give me what I wanted, I’d get it from a woman who was very eager to give it to me. I tried telling myself that it wasn’t like I was going out and letting another man fuck me. Letting a strange man penetrate me with his angry hard cock, contaminate me with his thick creamy seed.

No, it was nothing that horrible, nothing that… scandalous. I was merely receiving pleasure from a beautiful young woman. It would be a gentle, loving moment. I’d simply be letting her touch my pussy, lick me with her tongue, and make me cum. Paul didn’t even want to do that, so it was ok.

I assumed that reality would hit once I returned home. Once I saw him. Once he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight, told me he loved me. That was something I’d have to deal with. Perhaps I’d be filled with regret about what I had done? I’d never been in this situation before. What had happened between Monica and I was done. There was no turning back. It was up to me to reckon with what followed.

I can tell you that I was correct. There were emotions to deal with. They just weren’t the emotions that I had imagined.

I returned home that afternoon to an empty house. Well, mostly empty. Miss Beatrice was there to greet me when I walked through the door. She brushed against my legs, purring and meowing as I set my purse aside. I picked her up and gave her some loving skritches on her head, cheeks and chin.

I had no longer set her down when Rachel pulled into the driveway. This would be my first test; seeing how I acted in front of my daughter after having just fucked one of her best friends.

“Hey, kiddo. How was your day?”

“Fine. Had a few tests, ran a few experiments… you know, the usual. How was yours? You’re dressed nice, Mom.”

“Oh, thank you! I had to meet with a client downtown. You know how I “love” meetings. They are a necessary evil.”

“Cool. Did it go well?”

“Uhm, yeah. I think it did.”

“Do you have plans for dinner?”

“Uhm, not sure. Nathan has a late class. Some of the girls talked about meeting up later. I’m not sure about Monica. I didn’t see her at all today.”

I maintained my composure surprisingly well at the mention of Monica. At least outwardly, that is. Just hearing her name caused my panties to dampen.

“I’m not sure if I feel like cooking tonight. I forgot to get stuff ready before I left. Maybe we should just go out to eat?”

“I’d be down with that. Pizza? Mexican? A burger? Whatever.”

It was then that I heard Paul pull into the garage. I suppose it was time to deal with this.

I continued talking to my daughter as Paul entered the house. As predicted, he walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. It felt comfortable, familiar, yet I remained at ease. He leaned in and placed a kiss on my bare shoulder. I could smell his cologne, which I loved the scent of. He then softly spoke in my ear.

“Mmm, you look great. You smell wonderful too. Meeting today?”

“Yep. You know, all kinds of fun. How was your day?”

“Not bad. Meetings, phone calls, email.”

I turned my head to face him and leaned in for a kiss. Our lips met and we swapped spit just like any other time. So far, so good.

“Fine, Dad. Same shit. Yours?”

“Same shit. Did I hear you two talking about dinner?”

“I was asking Rachel if she had dinner plans and then we started tossing out ideas for what to eat. I didn’t think to thaw anything out, so our options are cereal, going out or going out.”

“Hey, why don’t we just go out for dinner? Is Nathan busy?”

“Yep. Late class tonight.”

“Shit. What about any of the girls?”

“Uhm, I’m meeting them later. It’ll be fine if it’s just us three.”

“Cool. What do we all want?”

We all decided on Mexican and dinner was great. There were no awkward moments, no suspicious glances…everything was absolutely ordinary.

Later that night, Rachel took off with the girls, sans Monica, and it was just Paul and I at home. We watched some tv, chatted while we snuggled on the couch, and there was even some frisky groping. Everything was going great… until bedtime.

I could tell that someone was in the mood, and that someone wasn’t me. I know that sounds terrible of me, especially after what I had just done earlier in the day, but I actually didn’t feel bad about it. He was persistent though, and he knew all the right places to touch. So I let him. His hands roamed over my body; grazing, teasing, probing. I knew he was trying his best to be gentle, but the contrast between his touches and those from Monica was so different. Hers were so delicate and sensual. She knew exactly how to touch me and her touch felt like a soft breath against my skin. Fuck. I wanted to feel her again so bad.

“Mmmm, damn. You are so smooth. Did you shave this morning?”

“Wow. I can’t remember the last time you’ve been so smooth. You didn’t miss a single hair.”

Paul flipped the covers back to expose my naked body. His fingers traced around my opening and up over my clit. He brushed his fingers through my little blonde tuft of bush I left on my mound, the edges of which had been manicured to perfection. Yes, he noticed.

“Uh oh. What happened here?”

His finger brushed over a spot on my breast. I looked down at my tit as his finger brushed over a dark spot. It looked like a bruise…or a hickey. Fuck.

“Oh. I didn’t think that happened. The wind blew the car door into me and it hit me right in the boob.”

“Ouch! I’m sure it needs a kiss.”

He took my nipple in his mouth briefly and never mentioned it again. Whew.

Foreplay didn’t last much longer and soon he was on top of me, thrusting his manhood between my legs. It wasn’t that it felt bad, but… I just wasn’t that into it. I rubbed my clit, thinking that I’d get off and let him finish, but the little nub just wasn’t cooperating. I was wet and he felt good inside of me, but it just wasn’t what I wanted. So, I resorted to faking my orgasm. I’d done that more than a few times recently and my act seemed convincing. Once I was done being an actress, Paul upped his pace and soon he drained himself into my depths.

He rolled off of me and sprawled out on his back. I leaned over, kissed him and made him feel good about his performance, then hurried off to the bathroom. Once his load was done dripping from me, I cleaned up and returned to bed. Paul was already out when I crawled in to bed. That was when the emotions really hit.

I missed her. I missed her so bad it hurt. I should have felt remorse for being unfaithful, but I didn’t. I should have felt like shit for sleeping with my daughters friend, but I didn’t. All I wanted was to have Monica in bed with me. To feel her bare skin against mine. To be seduced by her taste and her scent. I ached for her.

I grabbed my phone and opened the Reddit app. I logged into my secret account and opened my messages. I read through the messages we had exchanged. I felt the same rush of excitement that I had felt when we had first began talking, before we even knew who each other was. I then started a new message to her.

“I miss you. You haven’t left my mind since we parted ways earlier. Today was incredible. Thank you so much. I hope you feel the same. I hope you haven’t changed your mind. Please don’t tell me you have. Because I can’t wait to see you again. I want you so bad right now. I hope my words don’t scare you. I can’t help but be honest with how I’m feeling.”

I hit send before I had a chance to change my mind. As bad as I wanted to hear back from Monica tonight, I was sure that I wouldn’t. It was late and she had class in the morning so she was most likely sleeping. I just needed to get comfortable and get some sleep myself. I adjusted my pillow, pulled the sheets up around me, and got settled into a comfy position.

After about a minute, I rolled over onto my other side and found a better position. I closed my eyes and tried clearing my thoughts. I focused on my breathing; big inhale followed by a long, slow exhale. Ah, yes…breathing. Focus on your breathing, Steph. Be calm, be relaxed, just let my mind drift off.

It seemed to be working. Feeling my chest rise and then letting it all out. Such a soothing feeling. Just like…damn it, just like the feeling of Monica sleeping as she was curled up next to me. Naked. Our skin slightly sticky from perspiration. My mind began wandering off, replaying moments from our time together. It wasn’t long before my inner thighs were a slick mess from my juices.

I slipped my fingers between my legs and slid them through my wet folds. Oh my god, it felt so good. Slowly, I teased my little button, rolling it in circles with my fingertip. I started to thrust my hips, being careful not to shake the entire bed and wake Paul up. I thought about how it felt when her fingers were inside of me; thrusting and curling, touching places I couldn’t reach on my own. I was so wet that I could slightly hear my fingers as they worked my clit.

Then Paul made a sound and shifted his body in the bed. I stopped instantly, frozen in place, hoping that I didn’t wake him. I waited for what seemed like forever but he didn’t move or make a sound. I was still extremely worked up and I just had to finish, but it was too risky to continue in bed.

I gently got out of bed and left the room. I thought about using the master bathroom, but I wanted to be able to really get into this. I could see that Claire’s door was closed and there was no light bleeding out from underneath. She had class early as well and was surely sound asleep. The spare bedroom was next to hers, but I’d have to fold out the Murphy bed which could have made noise. The downstairs couch it was.

I crept down the stairs and turned to the right to enter the front room. A rush of excitement washed over me as I neared the couch. I laid back and spread my legs wide; one leg over the back of the couch and one hanging off onto the floor. I wasted no time dipping my fingers into my dripping wet opening. I started off slowly but quickly worked my way up to a frantic pace. It felt so good as I fucked my self; slamming my fingers into my aching pussy, hearing the wet squelching sounds fill the room. I bit down hard on my bottom lip while my digits pounded away. I could feel my orgasm building.

I was so close now. I used my free hand to tug and roll my nipples, the sensation of which made my clit throb even more. I pulled my fingers from my slit and began stroking them over my nub. I threw my head back as my fingers blurred, each swipe drawing me closer and closer until it hit me.

My hips lifted off the couch as my orgasm took me. It was all I could do to stifle my moans while I came. After several blissful seconds, it was done. I laid there in the dark, catching my breath, and finally feeling relaxed. I reached over and pulled a blanket out from one of the baskets under the coffee table. I draped it over my naked body and let sleep take me.