Embers Ignited Pt. 03

I awoke slowly to the feel of fingers tracing lightly up and down my arm.

My mind swam up to the waking world, taking in the sound of birdsong outside the bedroom window, the feel of blankets and sheets tangled around me, the softness of my wife's touch as she gently stroked my skin. I felt her weight shift as she leaned over and planted featherlight kisses on my face. "Good morning," she crooned softly into my ear.

"Mm. Morning babe-" I began before suddenly realizing that the voice didn't belong to Sarah. My eyes snapped open.

Cassie lay face to face with me, smiling serenely in the hazy morning light. I rubbed the heel of my hand over my eyes as the memories of the night before washed over me; The lonely text I'd caved and sent, the sexy photos she'd sent back, her arrival at the house, her cries and screams as we made passionate love in my bed.

"I had such a good time last night," she said, as if reading my mind. "God, you were amazing."

"You were pretty amazing yourself," I replied. The morning sun pouring in through the window made a halo of her auburn hair, and I found myself captivated.

I ran my hand down her side over the swell of her hip, and she leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.

"We're OK, then? I wasn't sure how you'd feel this morning, about... everything."

I inhaled, taking in her natural scent, reveling in the soft warmth of her body against mine. "Yeah, we're OK."

She kissed me again, deeply this time. I brought a hand to her face and held her there, and we melted into each other's mouths for a minute before she abruptly pulled away. "I have to pee like crazy," she said, punctuating it with a peck on my nose. She jumped up and bounced happily off to the bathroom. I watched her naked body disappear into the hallway, stretching the sleep out of my limbs. There'd be time for guilt later; What was done was done, and I was going to enjoy my morning with her.

When she'd finished, I took my turn. "Hey, where are those panties I gave you?" I heard her call from the bedroom. "Dresser on the right, third drawer down. Why?" I replied. I heard her rustling around in the bedroom for a moment, then a pause before she appeared in the bathroom doorway wearing one of my shirts and the black lacy panties she'd stuffed into my jacket pocket at the wedding weeks ago. "Because you ripped the ones I wore last night," she replied, smacking my ass playfully.

"So you get one of my shirts, too?" I nodded at her torso.

"That's right. Maybe I'll give it back when I'm done with it, if you're good."

"Oh, I'm well past being good," I replied. She raised her eyebrows at me and smirked. "Why don't I make us some breakfast?"

-

I dressed and entered the kitchen. She stood at the counter, beating eggs in a bowl with a fork. I let my eyes wander over her body, from her feet, up her shapely legs as they widened to her hips, the hem of my shirt hanging just low enough to obscure everything else. She was facing away and hadn't noticed me, so I stole up behind her and ran my arm around her waist. She let out a yelp of surprise. "Oh! You startled me!" I kissed her jaw beneath her ear. "Sorry."

"Mm, that's OK. How do you like your eggs?"

I didn't answer. My mouth was too busy kissing the sensitive skin of her neck. She closed her eyes and tilted her head to give me better access. "That feels nice..." she sighed. I placed my left hand on her hip, rubbing in slow circles. The handle of the fork clinked against the rim of the bowl as she let it go, forgotten, her hands drifting down to the counter top. I moved my right hand up under her shirt and found her breast. She let out a soft moan and ground her ass back against me.

My left hand followed the line of her hip bone to her pelvis, and I let my fingers drag across her crotch. She leaned her head back against my shoulder and I kissed her ear as my right hand massaged her breast. My fingers rubbed light circles over the lacy fabric covering her pussy, and I began to feel her warm moisture seeping through. Her breath was coming more shallow now. I kept my touch light, teasing her. She placed a hand over my own, trying to press it harder against her. I resisted, and she groaned in frustration. "Stop being such a tease!" I pinched her nipple, and she let out a tiny gasp.

Finally, I slid my fingers slowly behind the waistband of her panties, seeking out the delicate folds of her flesh beneath. Her head dropped forward and she moaned as I ran my finger up and down her slit. I dipped it into her entrance and pulled it out, spreading her slick juices over her lips and up to her clit.

She was gyrating her hips in circles now, grinding her ass against my hardness. I squeezed her breast with my other hand and began rubbing her circles on her clit. Her hands gripped the edge of the counter. "God... yes... don't stop..." she panted out. I rubbed faster, biting the flesh of her shoulder. The feeling sent a jolt through her. "Uh! Oh god! Please... please...don't...stop..."

Her etiler ucuz escort body tensed, her knuckles white on the edge of the counter as she clutched it for dear life. I dutifully continued strumming her clit, and a shriek tore from her throat as her orgasm slammed into her. I slowed my fingers as her hips jerked and her legs quaked, her breath coming in gasps. Finally, her hands released the counter and I held onto her as she went momentarily limp against me.

"Fuuuuck..." she breathed. I kissed her neck, her jaw, her cheek as she came down. She turned around and took my face in both hands, kissing me passionately. She ground her hips against mine, and my hands fell to her ass, pressing her against my hardness. Just then, my phone rang.

"Just ignore it," she moaned into my neck.

"I can't, it could be important." I pulled it out and checked the screen, and my blood ran cold.

"Fuck! It's Sarah!"

Cassie looked at the screen. "Well, don't answer. Just call her back."

I weighed this as the phone rang again and again. "I'd better answer, I don't want her to get suspicious." I pulled away from Cassie and pressed the answer button. "Hey babe, what's up?"

"Good morning! I was just thinking about you. Did I catch you before work?"

"Uh, yeah, actually, you did." I looked at Cassie. She stood watching me. I couldn't tell what she was thinking.

"Good! I want to talk, if you have a minute."

I couldn't think of a way out of it. I shrugged to Cassie. "Yeah, yeah, I can talk." She looked back at me, and I saw a glint of mischief appear in her eyes. She stepped quietly up to me, stood on her toes, and, raising her face to mine, planted a delicate kiss on the corner of my mouth.

"First of all, this place is soooo nice. It's expensive, but definitely worth it," Sarah gushed into my right ear as Cassie licked my left one. She ran her tongue down along my neck, stopping to suck gently on my skin. I sighed, then remembered myself. "What's the food like?" I asked.

Cassie's hand slid down my chest, over my stomach, to my crotch. I grabbed it with my free hand and glared at her. She smiled sexily and placed her other hand over mine, pulling it away as she started massaging me through my pants. Sarah was rattling off the various foods she'd sampled. I tried to pay attention as Cassie sunk to her knees and began to unbutton my pants. I glared down at her and angrily mouthed the word "No". She responded by pulling my pants and underwear down, freeing my stiffening cock.

"What have you been up to?" Sarah's voice in my ear brought me back to the call. I struggled to think of an answer. "Just, you know, kicking around the house," I managed. Cassie stroked me slowly, staring at my cock. She looked up into my eyes and bit her lip.

"I hope you're not too bored!" Sarah said. "No, I'm fine. I found things to do." Cassie winked at me and took me into her mouth. My eyes fluttered closed and I fought back a groan. She sucked slowly, dreamily, her hands rubbing up and down my thighs, under my shirt. I opened my eyes and watched her, transfixed, as she worked my cock with her mouth.

"Babe? Did you hear me?" I started. I'd let the phone fall away from my ear.

"No, sorry, what did you say?"

"I said I miss you!"

Guilt rose up in me, battling against the roiling heat in my loins.

"I miss you too, honey."

Sarah paused. "I've actually been really horny here without you," she said, lowering her voice to a whisper. "I'm just sitting here alone in my hotel room, thinking about you."

I placed a hand on Cassie's head to stop her. This was too much. She pulled her mouth from my cock and looked up at me quizzically.

"I've been really horny, too." I said pointedly. Cassie's eyes widened slightly as she realized what Sarah was saying.

"Oh yeah?" Sarah said. "Have you been thinking about me?"

"Yeah, I've been thinking about you a lot," I said, looking down at Cassie. The mischievous glint returned to her eye.

"What have you been thinking about?" Sarah asked softly into the phone. Cassie took my cock in her hand and began stroking. I shook my head at her and she nodded back at me.

"Chris?" Sarah's voice said in my ear.

"I... uh... I've been thinking about your sexy body." I stammered. Cassie cupped my balls with her other hand and began to fondle them.

"Mmm" Sarah's whisper came back. "What would you do if I were there?"

"I'd take all your clothes off," I said. "And I'd kiss all over your body." She moaned into the phone. Was she touching herself?

"Tell me more," she breathed into the phone. Cassie licked at the tip of my cock and I stifled a grunt.

"I'd slide my hands down to your pussy and play with it..." I said, watching Cassie lick slow circles around my cock head.

"Uhn... what then, darling?" She was breathing faster now. "I'd... take your shoulders and push you down to your knees in front of me..." I looked down etiler üniversiteli escort into Cassie's green eyes as they stared back at me, waiting. I placed my hand on the back of her head.

"Yeah? And then...?"

"I'd push my cock into your mouth," I growled, guiding Cassie's head forward as she took me between her lips. I let out a groan.

"Mm, are you touching yourself, darling?" Sarah whispered through the phone as Cassie sucked me.

"Y...yess..." I breathed, no longer trying to hide my pleasure. Sarah moaned in response. "Do you like the way I suck your cock?"

Cassie took me deep and I grunted loudly. "UHN. Yes... it feels so good, babe." She began to bob her head up and down. Pleasure swam through me.

Sarah was moaning louder now, her voice coming through the speaker loud enough for Cassie to hear. She sucked me faster.

"Are you... uh! A-are you close, darling?" My vision began to tunnel. "Fuck...yeah, I'm almost there, babe," I replied, watching Cassie.

Suddenly, there was a clicking sound on the line. "Hold on..." Sarah said. She returned a second later. "My fucking boss is calling. Chris, I have to take this, I'm sorry."

I placed a hand on Cassie's forehead, halting her movements. "Goddamn, really? Right now?"

"I'm so sorry, babe. I'll make it up to you, I promise. I really have to go, I love you."

She hung up. Cassie pulled her mouth off of me. "Wow, that's some fucking timing."

I pulled her to her feet and kissed her fiercely. "You've got some fucking nerve! Blowing me while my wife is on the phone??"

She was startled by my reaction, but her surprise melted into a grin. "Oh, was that bad?"

I spun her around and bent her over the kitchen table. She yelped in surprise as I knelt behind her and yanked her panties down. She wiggled her ass at me. "Are you gonna teach me a lesson?"

I slapped her ass once, and she cried out. Then I shoved my face into her pussy, licking and sucking.

"OH! Fuck!" Her legs buckled. I shoved my finger into her cunt and began pistoning it in and out as I lapped at her. She whimpered and ground her pussy against my face. I slipped a second finger in. She was bucking her hips now, and I gave her one final, long lick before I pulled out my fingers, stood up, and buried my cock inside her. "AAH!" She screamed, arching her back. I pushed my fingers, dripping with her juices, into her mouth. She sucked them greedily.

I took her from behind with long, even strokes. She gripped the edges of the table, bucking her ass back against me. "Yes! OH! Fuck me baby! Fuck me! Give me that cock!"

"You want this cock?" I growled at her. She looked back at me, her face flush. "FUCK YEAH I do! I need it! Fuck me, baby!

I dug my fingers into her ass cheeks and began to drive harder. She whipped her hair around, her moans getting louder. The table shifted with the force of my thrusts, sending the salt and pepper shakers rolling off the edge.

"AH! Take this pussy, baby! Take it! AH!! It's all yours, baby!"

I wasn't going to last much longer; She'd already brought me to the edge with her mouth. I felt my orgasm surge and began to pound hard and fast. Her cries filled the kitchen. "Yes! Yes! Take your pussy, baby! Take it! TAKE IT"

I thrust deep into her pussy as my orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. "FFUUUUUUCKK" I roared, unloading everything I had into her body. The table moved half a foot, grinding loudly against the kitchen floor. She moaned loudly as she took the force of my orgasm, pinned against the table by my body.

Finally, I stumbled back, pulling out of her. She spun around and dropped to her knees, taking my cock into her mouth. She made little mewling sounds around my softening manhood as she cleaned it off. I stood slack-jawed and watched her, my mind long gone, shot into the ether between worlds.

-

I called in sick to work and we spent the rest of the day together. We made love all over the house: In the shower, with her outstretched arms braced against the tile and my arm wrapped around her waist as I took her from behind; On the couch, where she rode on my lap, her bare tits bouncing up and down in my face; On the living room floor, her knees over my shoulders as I drove deep into her. I wasn't sure where one session ended and another began. She was insatiable, and I was only too happy to do everything I could to satisfy her.

We ordered takeout for dinner and ate at the kitchen table, before I lifted her onto the kitchen counter and buried my face between her thighs for dessert. She came screaming my name.

Nighttime found us back in bed, face to face as she rode me tenderly. We took our time, kissing and moaning, breathing into each other, her hips sliding slowly back and forth, our bodies lubricated by our sweat mingling with her juices. I ran my fingers up and down the smooth skin of her back, and she stared into my eyes as we fucked gently. Finally, she needed more, and sat fatih escort up, rolling her body, gliding her hips, her eyes closed and brows knit in concentration. I slid my hands to her breasts and cupped them, massaging them in time with her gyrations. She stretched one arm behind her and leaned back, riding me faster. I saw my opening and found her clit with my thumb. She gasped, her cheeks flushed. I watched a rivulet of sweat run a long trail down her neck, over her collarbone, between her tits. She was riding fast now, and I matched her pace with my thumb, my own orgasm building. "That's it, baby," I encouraged her. "Cum on my cock."

"Uh...Uh...Uhhhh...Y...Yesss..." The timbre of her voice rose to a high pitch, then broke into a cry as her orgasm crashed into her body. She threw her head back, her thighs gripping my hips tightly. The sight and feel of it pushed me over the edge and I joined her in ecstasy, my hips thrusting involuntarily against her as I filled her for the fifth or sixth or tenth time that day.

She collapsed on top of me and lay there, motionless except for her heaving lungs. I cleared the strands of hair that her sweat had pasted to her face and kissed the crown of her head. She caught her breath and swallowed, tilting her face up to mine, and we shared a long, deep, satisfied kiss. She gazed into my eyes.

"I love you."

For a second, I was taken aback, but the shock mixed with a surge of emotion as her words melted something inside me.

"...I love you too." I said, and knew it was true.

She kissed me again, whimpering softly into my mouth. Then she pulled away and wiped the tears from her eyes with the heel of her hand. "Sorry," she sniffed. I hugged her to me, and she sighed and relaxed against me, nuzzling into the space beneath my chin. I stroked her bare shoulders until she fell asleep, and I followed shortly after.

-

Sarah was due to arrive home the next evening. I sent Cassie back to her own apartment and spent the morning cleaning. It was slow work, as I was preoccupied with Cassie's admission of love for me, and mine for her.

Finally, I sighed in frustration and went into the bathroom. I braced my hands on the sink and looked hard at myself for the first time since Cassie and I had first slept together, since I'd first betrayed my wife. I'd been worried somehow that the face staring would be that of a stranger, someone I no longer recognized. Instead, I just saw me, the same face, same salt and pepper hair and beard. Somehow, this was more disappointing than I'd expected; there was no devious stranger to blame for what I'd done.

I ran my hands through my hair. I did love Cassie; it was undeniable. I also still loved Sarah, and I couldn't go on disrespecting her. I knew what needed to be done. I stood tall in front of the mirror for one last moment, and the man on the other side did the same.

When Sarah returned home, she rushed into my arms. I embraced her, but pulled away from her kiss. "What's wrong?" She looked at me, her eyes full of sudden concern. My trepidation must have been written all over my face.

"I think you'd better sit down," I said softly.

I told her nearly everything, leaving out only the most salacious details. I didn't tell her that Cassie had been blowing me while we were on the phone, or the things she'd cried out as we'd made love, but I spilled my guts about most everything else, going all the way back to that first fateful encounter on my birthday.

Through it all, she listened in perfect silence. I didn't know whether to expect tears, or screaming rage, but I got neither. Instead, her eyes stayed dry, and her mouth slowly tightened into a razor-thin slit. At the end of it all, we sat in silence, until she stood up, stepped over to me, and slapped me hard in the face. Then she walked to the bedroom and shut the door. I didn't follow her.

She came out some time later. Her eyes were dry, but red. "Do you love her?"

"...Yes."

I'll never in my life forget what that word did to her. She didn't say a word, just nodded once. Then she picked up her luggage, still packed from her trip, and walked out the door. Panic stabbed through me, and I rushed after her. "Sarah! Wait!"

She didn't. I ran to the driveway and grabbed her by the arm, and she wheeled and punched me in the jaw. I think she was as startled by that as I was. I let go of her arm and it dropped to her side.

"Don't go."

She reached up and touched my face where she'd hit me. Finally, the tears came.

-

It was late when I rang Cassie's bell. I looked for signs of life in the darkness of her windows. After a few moments, a light came on. The intercom crackled.

"Who is it?"

"Cassie, it's me," I replied.

"Chris?" her voice was sleepy. "What's wrong?"

I hesitated. "...I fucked up."

There was a pause, then the front door buzzed. I opened it and made my way upstairs.

Cassie greeted me at the door with a hug. She was wearing pajamas.

"What happened? She found out?"

"I told her."

She winced, then nodded. "How'd she take it?" I held up my duffel bag. Her eyes widened in concern. "She threw you out?"

I sighed. "Not exactly. She left."

The words fell out of my mouth like lead. 16 years, gone. "She left me," I said again, sounding it out.