Desperate, Part 2 (fm:adultery, 1362 words) [2/3] show all parts

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She climbed the stairs, stripped from her clothes, and stretched out in bed, to send Aaron a text: "I'm home. The house is quiet and I'm alone. I'm going to nap before he gets here. Go get some rest."

Aaron immediately shot back: "Okay, love. Meet me in your dreams. I'll call you late tonight."

Chloe fell asleep with the phone in hand, and dreamed of his arms around her. Later, she busied herself with preparing dinner. She kept it simple, making spaghetti with garlic bread, and poured a tall glass of red wine for Alexander, hoping he would pass out early.

He sat at the table, working on his phone, and infrequently taking bites.

Chloe cleared the dishes, and sneaked a peek, as she refilled his wine. She could make out that he was texting a woman, but nothing more. Plunging the dishes into hot, soapy water, she asked, nonchalantly, "What are you working on?"

"Oh, you know, just spreadsheets and numbers," he lied.

Chloe didn't care. She cleaned up dinner and filled the bathtub, with steaming hot water, and a dash of vanilla extract. She sank below the water, resting her weary bones, and thought of Aaron.

He had put his hands on her, knowing how to penetrate her carnal desires, and she reached to stimulate her clitoris.

She closed her eyes, picturing him fingering her, and she shoved two fingers into her aching need, wiggling slowly and pushing deeper.

She remembered his lips grazing her neck, and she stroked her sensitive clitoris, longing for his hardness inside her, with his deep voice whispering, "I‘m right here, Chloe. You're okay." She exploded, fighting to remain silent, and laid still for another hour, wanting the time alone to linger in liquid warmth, and think her adulterous thoughts.

Finally, she dried off and pulled on a long, red t-shirt, and checked the time: 11:30pm. She looked at Alexander, sleeping soundly, and tried to determine how long ago they had stopped desiring one another.

Chloe counted back, about seven years prior. They had thrown a Christmas party, with neighbors, coworkers, and friends in attendance. She'd been the perfect hostess for him. It had been loads of work, and she was thrilled that she'd managed it on her own.

A new office mate, Carla, had become quite inebriated. Afterwards, Alexander called her a cab.

Chloe was exhausted and he seemed to have the situation in hand. Alexander waved her off, saying, "Go on to bed. I'll be along shortly."

She went up to the bedroom and pulled on a nightgown. Hearing a car pull up, she peeked out the window to find Alexander holding Carla upright, entirely too close to him, and much more intimately than was called for. She'd wept silently while he slept next to her, unperturbed.

Time passed, with nothing further which would confirm her suspicions, and though the relationship had continued unfettered, she'd never looked at him with desire in her eyes again.

She could convince herself that she hadn't seen him behaving inappropriately, saying that he hadn't buried a hatchet in her back and twisted. She'd told herself that Alexander wasn't capable of that. Many, many times, she'd tried to convince herself, it was just a trick of shadows and light, but the heart knows what it knows, and it doesn't let go of the lies lodged deep within. Their marriage grew distant and avoidant, leaving their marriage bed cold.

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Hook writes Fri 18 Jul 2025 19:14:

And the plot thickens...Find myself eager for the next part(s). Well written!

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