I stood at her door. She opened it, smiled and gestured to step inside. I stood in her lounge, eager to get down to business. Her warm apartment was a stark contrast to the breeze I felt in my car, with an open window to clear my foggy windshield as the wipers swiped across it.
“Would you like anything to drink?” she asked.
“I’m fine, thank you.”
“Okay. Right this way.
She led me to her bedroom and said, “Excuse the mess.”
“Where would you like to start?”
She pointed at the bed. “If you can really focus on that stain, that’ll be great.”
I plugged in the cord, soaked up the stain and sprayed an all-purpose cleaning chemical on the bed. I scrubbed it with a brush, then extracted it with my deep cleaning vacuum. It looked like urine, but that seemed unlikely. Alexandra never mentioned having children. Could it have been a lover? I doubted it.
An arousing thought popped into my mind, forming a smirk on my face. What if she had a wet dream? That was possible. She told me that she was a doctor, deprived of a social life because of a hectic work schedule.
I imagined her moaning while she dreamt about getting penetrated in doggy style, her fingers trickling down to her pussy as she submerged in her fantasy. She rubbed her pussy in small circles, her forehead creasing as her pleasure intensified. The dick inside her pounded her with vigour that she couldn’t handle but craved. She felt her core being ripped apart as waves of orgasm crashed on top of each other, drowning her by filling her up with fluid.
My instinct told me that she woke up and admired the puddle she lay in. She probably thought about her dream while at work and decided not to clean the stain for several days so she could use it as a trigger for reliving the dream.
On numerous occasions, I fantasised about bending her over the kitchen counter, yanking her thick, curly brown hair, spanking her tanned ass and running my hand along her smooth skin. A fear of losing a client and receiving a one-star review with claims of being a pervert prevented me from acting on my urges.
I would love to bang Alexandra, but no pussy is worth jeopardising my business. A reputation is built over years and destroyed within seconds.
After I finished cleaning the bed, Alexandra asked me to clean the couch. She offered me a drink again, and I accepted a glass of water.
“How’s business?” she asked.
“Good. It’s been a hectic week. I’ve got two locations after this.”
“Wow, that’s great. I’m happy for you.”
“You?”
“Home, hospital and sometimes gym, on repeat.”
“You look tired.”
Alexandra folded her arms, lowered her gaze and nodded. I felt sorry for her. Work contributed to her fatigue, but loneliness overwhelmingly caused it. I wanted to offer a massage, but I thought it was inappropriate.
If she made the first move, I’d accept her advances. I understood she felt that was my responsibility. Under other circumstances, I would embrace that risk.
“What do you do on your off day?” I asked.
Still looking at the floor, she raised her eyebrows and said, “Well, when I finally get one, which is rare because I can’t say no to overtime, I’m in bed for most of it, trying to recover.”
“Do you know what you need?”
“What?”
“A home-cooked meal.”
She snorted a laugh and nodded. “That would be wonderful. The only nutrition I’ve consumed for the last few weeks was from the hospital’s vending machine and the fast-food place downstairs.
“Poor choices considering your health should be a priority. It’s kinda hypocritical to encourage your patients to live a healthy lifestyle when you don’t,” I said, cheekily.
“I know. I’m just so exhausted when I get home, I don’t even feel like standing, much less cooking and washing dishes.”
“You need to take a load off, so I’ll offer you a meal at my place. I make a mean pasta that I learnt from my Italian grandmother. Nothing beats it.”
I felt that even bordered on risky behaviour, yet it sounded like a decent proposal.
“You’re going to cook for me?” she asked, eyes wide and smiling.
“If you want. Offer’s on the table for a limited time only.”
“When?”
“Take a day off this week.”
“What if you’re not available when I’m off?”
“I’ll work according to your schedule.”
Her eyes glistened as she stared at me, revealing that it meant a lot to her. I assumed that she hadn’t received such an offer in some time.
“Okay. That sounds great.”
“Then, you’ll let me know what day suits you?”
“I will. I’m looking forward to it.”
We smiled at each other as I considered echoing her words. I didn’t, but I should have. She paved the way for me, but I failed to take the first step. I felt less masculine, but I promised myself redemption during the date. Could I even call it that? Maybe she didn’t view it as such. Ugh! Sometimes, I nitpick every detail more than the fussiest woman.
By Friday, Alexandra hadn’t called. I hoped that she had reserved the weekend for our dinner, but I didn’t hear from her even then.
On Monday, I considered calling her. My ego convinced me that the reason for her absence was a health matter. My logic argued that she didn’t care about the dinner and accepted my offer only to be polite.
I was confused. I felt that the best solution was to leave the matter and forget about Alexandra. But how could I? She was wonderful. At least, I thought she was. One of the worst flaws in a person is lying. I couldn’t stand liars. If she didn’t want my pasta, she should’ve said so. No need to lead me on.
I blew out a long breath. Calling her wasn’t a big deal, but my ego begged me not to do it. Its fragile wall would crumble if she confirmed the rejection. But my heart yearned to know the truth and could handle it.
Her phone rang, and I waited, hoping that she would soothe my anxiety. I hung up. My ego bragged that it warned me about the outcome, poking my open wound. I thought that Alexandra was different from most women. She seemed courteous, friendly and open to my charms. Maybe she embodied the first two traits and used them to tolerate my advances. It’s a pity. I hoped for a future with her.
The next day, my phone rang.
“Hi, Clive. How are you?”
“Alexandra, hey.”
“I’m really sorry for not getting back to you. The day after we made plans, I received my schedule, and I had double shifts pretty much the whole week. I got so wrapped up in work that I forgot about your invitation. I’m really sorry.”
I understood that she had to work, but forgetting about our plans was a clear sign that she didn’t value spending time with me. My ego gloated. I should’ve listened to its warning and forgotten about Alexandra. Following my heart was foolish. It’s selfish and only wants solace while being inconsiderate about my feelings.
For the next three days, I built up resentment towards Alexandra, blaming her for my misery. She had an opportunity to offer me happiness. Instead, she fed me a high, turned off the supply pipes and then watched me slam to the ground.
I wanted retribution so that she could feel my pain. Beautiful women always walk away unscathed from the turmoil they create. The time has arrived for them to pay, and I will gladly occupy the position of punisher. And Alexandra will be the first victim.
For hours, I thought about the best strategy to punish her. Nothing of substance entered my mind. I could cancel our next appointment at the last minute, but that would hurt my business more than her. The only viable strategy I conjured was hiring a good-looking man to charm Alexandra, woo her into a relationship with him and break her heart when she fell in love with him. It was a long shot and costly endeavour because I would need to pay an actor.
On my way home, the following day, my phone rang, Alexandra’s name on the screen. Just great. What does she want? Probably for me to clean something. Can’t believe she’s got the decency to call when she wants to do business, but won’t honour her personal commitment to me.
“Yes?” I said.
“Hey, Clive. How are you? It’s Alexandra.”
“Oh, hi,” I said, pretending not to know the caller.
“You busy?”
“I’m done for the day. On my home.”
“I see. You must be tired?”
Her question seemed like a probe before a proposal.
“A little bit.”
“Okay. I thought we could have dinner at my place. I finished work at midday and wanted to make it up to you for missing our plans.”
My fatigue vanished, and her suggestion energised me. I scrapped the vengeful plan and came up with a better one—banging Alexandra.
“Um, yeah. That sounds good. I’m gonna go home, jump into a shower, and then I’ll see you around eight?”
“Perfect. Looking forward to it.”
In the shower, I closed my eyes and pictured Alexandra in front of me, pressing her hands against the tiles. She bowed her head, and the water cascaded off her neck as my fingers slid down her back. She stretched her arms, hung her head and arched her back. I grabbed her waist and ploughed her from behind.
She begged me not to stop, but I couldn’t contain my excitement, shooting a load onto my tiles as I jerked off. I pointed the showerhead at the tiles and then stepped out. I shaved and sprayed cologne on my neck.
Looking in my cabinet, I hauled out a blue blazer with matching pants. I left the top button of my navy shirt unbuttoned.
On the way to Alexandra’s place, I thought about buying her roses. Perhaps it was too soon, so I opted for a Cabernet Sauvignon bottle and a box of Ferrero Rocher chocolates.
Alexandra opened the door, smiling. Her gaze lowered to my suit, which she complimented. She thanked me for the gift and commented on my odour. I was glad that it had reached her nose.
As she walked to the kitchen, I admired her calf-length black dress with sparkly specks resembling diamonds. I hoped that she would be without it by the end of the night.
“Make yourself at home,” she said.
At home, I often jerked off on the couch while fantasising about a big booty jumping on my dick. Maybe that dream would materialise tonight.
Alexandra poured us wine and handed me a glass. We toasted to a great evening and looked at each other while sipping the wine.
She sat beside me and asked about my week. I considered telling her about my grudge, but I thought it would portray me as a juvenile. For all I knew, she purposefully ditched our plans to test me. I know that women want a man who’s unaffected by their unpredictable behaviour, so I appeared unfazed by it.
Alexandra crossed her legs and then pointed her knees at me. I construed that as a sign of interest. I looked at her dress from the corner of my eye, and my lips curled.
“What was that?” she asked, curious.
“What?”
“The way you looked at me. You can’t give me that look without saying or doing anything.”
That was clearly an invitation, one that I gladly accepted. I tilted her face more towards me and slowly leaned in. She closed her eyes, and I pressed my lips against hers.
She slowly slid her tongue into my mouth and rubbed it against mine. I slid my hand up her leg, prompting her to recline. My lips nibbled her neck, and my tongue traced slowly in circles. Her fingers raked through the back of my hair.
As lust fueled between us, I lost restraint, and I ripped her dress apart, exposing her breasts. Not hesitating, I ravaged her chest, sucking one nipple and pleasuring the other one with my fingers. Her moans made me harder, urging me to unleash my dick and moisten it in her pussy.
I stood up, and she slumped into the couch, enabling me to pull up her dress to her stomach as she wiggled. She raised her legs and then spread them open. I ripped her lacey black g-string, dropped to my knees and dug my head into her pussy, waggling my tongue in every direction.
“Oh, God,” she exclaimed, releasing it out of her gut.
I licked her clitoris and inserted my fingers into her pussy. She begged me not to stop, but I desperately wanted to penetrate her.
After coaxing several groans from her, I stood up, and she sat up, leaned towards me and unzipped my pants. She whipped out my dick and shoved it into her mouth, bobbing back and forth, slurping my tip.
“Aaah, yeah.”
Alexandra sucked my dick for several minutes, then turned her ass to me as she pressed her hands and knees on the couch.
I grinned, relieved that the moment I had waited for had arrived. Slowly, my dick slipped deeper into her pussy until it was completely engulfed. I clutched a fist of her curly hair, yanked it and thrust.
Her screams prompted me to speed up the pace, and I smirked as her pleasure loudened. I loved pleasuring women, especially beautiful ones like Alexandra. It granted me power, giving them pleasure on demand.
Alexandra lowered her head, and I grabbed her hair and pulled it. She snapped her head up and asked me to treat her like a dirty slut.
I spanked her ass viciously several times and told her that I’d stick my dick into her ass as punishment for being a skank. She told me to do as I pleased.
After pounding her pussy for several minutes, I pulled out my dick and rubbed the tip on her crack. She asked me what I was waiting for, and I remained silent. I wanted her to beg for pleasure. Again, she demanded to know my intentions.
“You want me to stick my dick into your ass?”
“Yes, just do it already,” she said, frustrated.
“How bad you want it?”
“I want it badly. Stick it in already.”
“You gotta give me more than that.”
“What do you want? I want you to tear my ass open.”
Sneering, I said, “Oh, yeah. Tell daddy you want his thick dick inside to destroy you.”
“Give it to me, daddy. I want you so bad. I can’t wait to feel you in my ass.”
Eager to please her, I slowly stuck my tip in, and she screamed. I nudged the rest of my dick inside her, and she gasped loudly, running out of breath.
I grabbed her shoulders and maintained a steady rhythm as I penetrated her ass. She wheezed, trying to catch her breath and sounding like she muffled moans, compounding until lust burst out of her chest.
“Oh, yeah, that’s it,” I said, taking great satisfaction in her pleasure.
I continued the aggressive pounding for some time before I busted in her ass, groaning and my chest contracting as my shoulders stiffened.
Alexandra lowered her head onto the couch and panted, completely defeated. The severe punishment had exhausted and satisfied her—just the way I intended.
I got dressed while she was in the bathroom. As she stepped out, she asked me if I wanted to spend the night. My gut gnawed at me, warning me that something was amiss. Initially, I thought it was my conscience screaming that I had desecrated her purity by stretching her ass and cumming inside it, but I realised it was something else. I just couldn’t quite place it.
For the next two days, I wondered about my burden, constantly reminding me of it. I considered calling Alexandra, but I was confused about what to say. My inquisition could be completely asinine and possibly turn her off.
I definitely wanted to pleasure her again, but not before clearing my conscience.
Alexandra’s phone rang for several seconds before I hung up. “Damn it,” I said, realising that it could be some time before I spoke to her. I had to know immediately if she hid something important from me.
The following night, my phone rang. I snatched it off the table, seeing Alexandra’s name on the screen.
“Hey,” I said.
“Sorry I missed your call. Was at the hospital. What’s up?”
“Just wanted to check in with you. Everything okay?”
“Yes. I’m exhausted, but everything’s fine.”
“Okay. Okay.”
“Is something on your mind?”
I scrunched up my face and scratched the back of my head as I said, “Yeah, there’s something I wanted to run by you. It’s ridiculous, but I don’t know who else to talk to.”
“What is it?”
“I don’t know. I felt weird at your place after we had sex. Nothing to do with you. At least, I don’t think it is. I know this sounds crazy, but I felt a bit guilty about our intercourse. I don’t know why.”
“You did?”
“Yes, and I have no idea why. Did you feel violated in any way?”
“No. Well, that was the first time I had anal sex, but I consented. So, you shouldn’t feel bad about it. That was completely mutual.”
“Yeah, I know, but I just can’t help but feel like I did something wrong.”
Alexandra sighed, convincing me that my concerns were justifiable. “Okay, I didn’t think we’d even need to discuss this, but there is something I didn’t tell you.” She remained silent briefly and then added, “I’m married.”
My mouth slacked open, oxygen struggling to enter my lungs. My heartbeat sped up, drying my mouth. I heard her, but I struggled to process the repercussions of her statement.
“Look, Clive. It’s no big deal. It was only fun for one night. I hope you understand.”
No big deal? Not only did she cheat on her husband, but she also used me for her perverse pleasure. Wow, what a piece of work.
She added, “If it makes you feel any better, my husband lives back home with our son while I’m here alone. It gets lonely, and I also need company from time to time.”
“You have a son?”
“Yes. He’s eleven years old.”
With eyes closed, I lowered my head and pinched the bridge of my nose. Unbelievable. Does she have no shame? I wouldn’t have touched her had I known about her family. I should’ve asked about her marital status. It was stupid of me not to. Clearly, some women cannot be trusted. They’ll risk tearing apart their families for a few minutes of intimacy.
“I can’t believe this, Alexandra. You should’ve told me.”
“It never came up. That’s not something one blurts out.”
“Well, maybe one should. I don’t even know what to say.”
“It’s over now. There’s nothing else to say.”
“Yeah, you’re right. It’s definitely over between us, but what about your family?”
“What do you mean?”
I frowned. “What do I mean? How would your husband react if he found out about us? What would your son think of you?”
“It was a one-off thing. They don’t have to know. “You’re not going to tell them, are you?” she asked, panic entangled in her tone.
“I don’t even know who they are. Even if I did, that’s not my place. You should come clean. I never would’ve touched you had I known you were married, much less had a child.”
“Everyone makes mistakes.”
“No, that wasn’t a mistake. You planned to have sex with me. I’m just curious how many others have there been that your husband doesn’t know about.”
“I’m not a whore, Clive. Everybody has needs. I’ve been away from my husband for months, and I needed male company. You came onto me if you recall.”
“I never would’ve made a move or even had dinner with you had I known about your husband.”
“What happened, happened. There’s no going back. But we can leave it in the past and carry on with our lives.”
“As if nothing happened?”
“Yes. It was only for one night. It’s not like I planned to leave my husband for you.”
“Maybe your husband should leave you. He deserves better. And I feel bad for your son. He definitely deserves better from you.”
“I’m a good mother. I love my son very much, and I’ll always do what’s best for him.”
“Next time you think about having sex with anyone other than your husband, think of your son before thinking about yourself. Good-bye, Alexandra.”
Thinking about the ordeal, I still felt responsible for Alexandra’s adultery because I hadn’t questioned her marital status. I made a terrible mistake, one that may return to haunt me.
My heart ached, thinking about her husband’s disappointment if he found out about our affair. How would I feel if my wife did that to me? How could I trust any other woman after that?
I considered calling Alexandra and urging her to confess her sin to her husband. But I wasn’t convinced that was a good idea. Her son would suffer the majority of the consequences, and he didn’t deserve that.
I hoped that I was the first and last man Alexandra had slept with as a married woman. Her nonchalant attitude about our intimacy made me doubt my hope. It wasn’t my place to meddle in her personal affairs, but I felt that she dragged me into them involuntarily.
Perhaps it was my duty to expose Alexandra’s wicked behaviour. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Her son’s tears replayed in my mind. Maybe it was best that they never found out about it. If Alexandra remained faithful for the rest of their marriage, she deserved a second chance to mend her infidelity.
On the other hand, if she continued to pursue intercourse outside of her marriage, her husband and son would be better off without her. But I surmised that her lover would betray her to her husband. Either way, she was going to get what she deserved.
As for me, this mistake taught me to vet women better. I’d rather be disappointed about not having sex with a married woman than go through with it blindly and regret not doing everything in my power not to contribute to someone’s infidelity.