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The razor cut cleanly along the lines of my sideburns as the deluge of warm water along my back and naked body woke up my spirits and anticipation for this upcoming day. As I kept grooming myself, I thought it surreal how here I am, preparing myself to look nice, if not attractive, not because I wanted to leave my wife with a good last impression before her trip. It was entirely for another reason, or for another person should I say.
I’ve never done this before, I’ve never thought of someone else while being married to my wife of ten years now. Moreover, I’ve never thought that I could feel anticipation at the idea of my wife leaving town, giving me an opportunity to pursue my newfound inspiration.
Is this right? I mean, seriously? All my friends who are married don’t do this. They all seem to be loyal spouses and an act of infidelity will not only be a source of guilt, but also shame. Yet here I am neither feeling guilt nor shame, but quite the opposite. I was actually feeling a great sense of expectation with an energy that I had long forgotten.
So as the stubble along my face began to expose fresh clean skin, the reality of this new journey began to feel more and more inevitable, I felt committed to taking this leap. Dare I say, I might even be enjoying the idea of doing something illicit and that it was intensely arousing?
Did I just say that?
Really?!
…………………………..
As I got dressed, my wife did take notice that I was looking particularly groomed and was a little more dressed up than usual. It was nothing fancy, just a clean pressed pair of shorts and a long sleeved shirt with rolled up sleeves. She noticed that I seemed to be taking just a little more time adjusting and aligning hems and buttons and fussing with my look in the mirror. However, whatever thoughts came to her head were quickly gone as the business of her trip took priority and we began to walk out to the car.
On our drive to the airport, we talked about inane things, about her current project, silly office politics and how she thought this trip would go, however my attention was already on Sam and how it won’t be long now before the plane departs with my wife in it.
I have been captivated with Sam for a few months now. She started working at my local café at the start of summer, and nary a day passed where I did not find an excuse to grab a coffee.
Sam and I struck up an easy friendship, and over the course of the summer, along with my frequent visits, I think it was safe to say we both found chemistry and an attraction for each other. What made Sam so tantalizing, other than her good looks, poise and self-awareness, was that she was young enough to be my daughter. She was just seventeen, but possessed great charm and charisma and made her seem older and more mature.
Moreover, the fact that she found me attractive and flirted with me openly was erotically provocative and an allure I could not resist. The idea of an illicit affair, something that I’ve never considered ever in my life, seemed to add a spark and a verve that I’ve been missing in my somewhat well-worn groove of marriage. It didn’t take much to twist my rubber arm.
About thirty minutes later, I found myself opening the door to the café. I could see Sam behind the counter serving a customer. She had yet to see me, so I slid into my usual seat at the long bar table that faces the big windows and out on to the street. It wasn’t long before I felt a familiar hand on my back. I turned and found Sam beaming her usual beautiful smile. My heart rose and the energy of excitement filled me from the bottom of my stomach to the top of my chest. It was such an elixir for the soul.
We were both happy to see each other. I stood and pulled her in to a warm hug, she in turn responded by pressing her svelte young body into mine, and for a moment, the café slowly disappeared and it was just the two of us and the warmth of our bodies merging into each other.
Barely a table away, a lady working on her laptop looked up and took notice of our affection and furrowed her brows. Here was a man in his forties clearly expressing a great affection for the young teenage barista in the café and it wasn’t in a parental way. She also noticed he had a wedding ring on his finger. With a shake of her head, she mumbled something, sighed and went back to answering her emails. “Men”, she muttered.
“You came in late today.” Sam said.
“Yes, I did” I said, as we parted from our embrace, “I had to send my wife to the airport.”
“Oh” Sam paused, “She is off on business again?”
“Yes, gone for another week.” I had a slight twinkle in my eye.
Sam took a step closer to me as I sat back down on the barstool, her gaze and smile fixed upon me. “So you mean I have you all to myself again for the whole week?” This was the first time she spoke about us in a fashion where there existed a sense of possession. It was unexpected, but it made me tingle. My manhood certainly took notice and started to perk up.
“Oh, so I belong to you now, do I?” I replied to her in a teasing manner.
“I didn’t say that,” she replied coyly.
“Sure you did,” I continued to tease her, “But you know what, I like the idea of being yours.”
That certainly made her stop and take in the new level of expression coming from my side. Raising her eyebrows, her smiled widened. I reached out and placed my hands on her hips and pulled her slowly to me. She needed no encouragement, she stepped into my space, placed her hands on my shoulders and the definite energy of heightened sexuality started its silent reverberation between us.
“Sam, I don’t think it needs to be said that there is a lovely attraction that has developed between the two of us over the course of this summer.”
Sam blushed and smiled shyly.
“I know this might sound weird, but seeing as how my wife has left town, I was wondering if you were free tonight. I would very much like to take you out to dinner, just you and me. I want to get to know you outside of this café.” My eyes glimmered as I looked deeply into hers.
“Oh? Really?” Sam placed her hand slowly on her chest.
“Yes, really” I smiled.
I could see that she was quickly absorbing the scenario that has just presented itself to her and what it would all mean on so many levels. She unconsciously bit her lips as various considerations ran through her head.
“Josh, wow, this is all so overwhelming. I’ve always thought about this moment, but never realized that it would actually happen.” I could see her breath had increased; she fanned herself with her hands as the reality of my proposition began to set it.
“Sam listen, I know you are aware of my situation and my marriage. I’ve given this a lot of thought and, well, I want to explore my feelings for you. The idea of spending time with you brings such a sense of possibility for me. It is making me remember how much I once used to love life and I want to feel that way again.”
Sam never broke her gaze as I spoke to her.
“Josh, it makes me feel special when you say that. It makes me feel wanted and desired. The fact that you would take a risk with me means that I am not just some girl in the café. Ironically, it feels like an act of commitment from you.”
All I wanted to do in that moment is pull Sam into my arms and kiss her; however there were a few customers in the café, including that one lady who kept looking at us from the corner of her eyes. Somehow, Sam must have also tuned into the same idea; she took my hand and pulled me off my chair.
“Come with me!” she said. She had a mischievous smile on her face.
I followed Sam and she took me into the back office just behind the serving counter. It was just the two of us now. Still holding my hand, Sam stood in front of me as we both looked at each other.
“I would love to go out with you Josh, to explore this new and unique liaison between us. It means a lot to me that you asked.”
I reached out and placed my hands on her waist and gently pulled her toward me. Sam placed her hands on my chest and stepped into my space until her body was pressing up against mine.
“I’ve dreamt about this moment for a very long time.” I said.
“Me too.” She looked up at me with big eyes and dilated pupils.
“I can’t believe this is happening now.” I was unconsciously wetting my lips.
“Well, let’s not wait any longer then handsome man…”
Sam pressed her warm body into me and we began to kiss. I drew her right into me, the cavity of her hips into my crotch and her chest against mine. My hands slowly moved along her back as she opened her mouth to receive mine.
The whole summer culminated into the ecstasy of this very moment. The buildup of both our desires and energy began to emerge through our soft groans, moans and caresses. In the privacy of the back office, my hands slowly explored her young trim body, moving from the top of her bum to the nape of her neck. I took it slow and didn’t rush it, touching her sexy sacred parts would come later; I just wanted to lavish in the warmth of our union.
We kissed slowly, passionately and deeply. I explored the insides of her mouth and tasted the velvety texture of her cheeks; in turn she would suck on my tongue and then move to sucking both my lips. We made such sexy wet sounds as we kissed, intermingled with “Mmms” and “Ahhs”.
I found Sam to be very skillful and adept at kissing. We quickly found a rhythm as our lips and tongues intuitively mated and danced together. I couldn’t get enough of Sam and neither she of me. We kissed hungrily, but also kept a pace that was steady and deliberate. Our oral ministrations moved from kissing to licking, from mouths to face and then to necks. Our intent was one pointed: to luxuriate, indulge and induce pleasure unto each other.
And that we did.
The entrance of the back office opened to the front counter, you could barely see into the office unless you stood or sat in a particular area of the café. However, there was one table that had almost a full view of the inside office and it was where the woman with the laptop sat.
She looked up from her work and caught some movement in the corner of her eye. As her eyes focused, she saw two figures in the backroom, an older handsome man with the beautiful young barista. They were locked in a passionate embrace; arms, hands and bodies undulating together as they kissed hungrily. Their heads turned from one side to the next as lips and tongues position and repositioned themselves to achieve maximum pleasure. One of his hands was running through her hair, while the other pulled and tugged at her waist, pulling her body into his. She could almost hear the moans and groans of pleasure over the in-store music. She could also see the barista slowly gyrating and grinding her hips into his crotch along his well-formed bulge.
She knew exactly what was happening. She had seen the man come in to the café often. She quickly asserted that he was married from the ring he wore on his finger and she also figured he was flirting with the barista who came and sat by his side whenever she had the chance. She wondered if his wife knew where he was each day and what he was doing with the attractive girl working in the café at that very moment.
She put her displeasure aside for the time being, as the scene she was privy to begin to captivated her attention. The passion, heat and building sexuality between the two of them was entrancing; she started to feel a slight tingle between her legs.
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Thanks for reading folks, stay tuned for Chapter 3.As an author, your votes and comments mean a lot, please take a moment to leave either one. It is free and easy It also really helps to inspire and motivate me to keep writing. Cheers!
I’ve never done this before, I’ve never thought of someone else while being married to my wife of ten years now. Moreover, I’ve never thought that I could feel anticipation at the idea of my wife leaving town, giving me an opportunity to pursue my newfound inspiration.
Is this right? I mean, seriously? All my friends who are married don’t do this. They all seem to be loyal spouses and an act of infidelity will not only be a source of guilt, but also shame. Yet here I am neither feeling guilt nor shame, but quite the opposite. I was actually feeling a great sense of expectation with an energy that I had long forgotten.
So as the stubble along my face began to expose fresh clean skin, the reality of this new journey began to feel more and more inevitable, I felt committed to taking this leap. Dare I say, I might even be enjoying the idea of doing something illicit and that it was intensely arousing?
Did I just say that?
Really?!
…………………………..
As I got dressed, my wife did take notice that I was looking particularly groomed and was a little more dressed up than usual. It was nothing fancy, just a clean pressed pair of shorts and a long sleeved shirt with rolled up sleeves. She noticed that I seemed to be taking just a little more time adjusting and aligning hems and buttons and fussing with my look in the mirror. However, whatever thoughts came to her head were quickly gone as the business of her trip took priority and we began to walk out to the car.
On our drive to the airport, we talked about inane things, about her current project, silly office politics and how she thought this trip would go, however my attention was already on Sam and how it won’t be long now before the plane departs with my wife in it.
I have been captivated with Sam for a few months now. She started working at my local café at the start of summer, and nary a day passed where I did not find an excuse to grab a coffee.
Sam and I struck up an easy friendship, and over the course of the summer, along with my frequent visits, I think it was safe to say we both found chemistry and an attraction for each other. What made Sam so tantalizing, other than her good looks, poise and self-awareness, was that she was young enough to be my daughter. She was just seventeen, but possessed great charm and charisma and made her seem older and more mature.
Moreover, the fact that she found me attractive and flirted with me openly was erotically provocative and an allure I could not resist. The idea of an illicit affair, something that I’ve never considered ever in my life, seemed to add a spark and a verve that I’ve been missing in my somewhat well-worn groove of marriage. It didn’t take much to twist my rubber arm.
About thirty minutes later, I found myself opening the door to the café. I could see Sam behind the counter serving a customer. She had yet to see me, so I slid into my usual seat at the long bar table that faces the big windows and out on to the street. It wasn’t long before I felt a familiar hand on my back. I turned and found Sam beaming her usual beautiful smile. My heart rose and the energy of excitement filled me from the bottom of my stomach to the top of my chest. It was such an elixir for the soul.
We were both happy to see each other. I stood and pulled her in to a warm hug, she in turn responded by pressing her svelte young body into mine, and for a moment, the café slowly disappeared and it was just the two of us and the warmth of our bodies merging into each other.
Barely a table away, a lady working on her laptop looked up and took notice of our affection and furrowed her brows. Here was a man in his forties clearly expressing a great affection for the young teenage barista in the café and it wasn’t in a parental way. She also noticed he had a wedding ring on his finger. With a shake of her head, she mumbled something, sighed and went back to answering her emails. “Men”, she muttered.
“You came in late today.” Sam said.
“Yes, I did” I said, as we parted from our embrace, “I had to send my wife to the airport.”
“Oh” Sam paused, “She is off on business again?”
“Yes, gone for another week.” I had a slight twinkle in my eye.
Sam took a step closer to me as I sat back down on the barstool, her gaze and smile fixed upon me. “So you mean I have you all to myself again for the whole week?” This was the first time she spoke about us in a fashion where there existed a sense of possession. It was unexpected, but it made me tingle. My manhood certainly took notice and started to perk up.
“Oh, so I belong to you now, do I?” I replied to her in a teasing manner.
“I didn’t say that,” she replied coyly.
“Sure you did,” I continued to tease her, “But you know what, I like the idea of being yours.”
That certainly made her stop and take in the new level of expression coming from my side. Raising her eyebrows, her smiled widened. I reached out and placed my hands on her hips and pulled her slowly to me. She needed no encouragement, she stepped into my space, placed her hands on my shoulders and the definite energy of heightened sexuality started its silent reverberation between us.
“Sam, I don’t think it needs to be said that there is a lovely attraction that has developed between the two of us over the course of this summer.”
Sam blushed and smiled shyly.
“I know this might sound weird, but seeing as how my wife has left town, I was wondering if you were free tonight. I would very much like to take you out to dinner, just you and me. I want to get to know you outside of this café.” My eyes glimmered as I looked deeply into hers.
“Oh? Really?” Sam placed her hand slowly on her chest.
“Yes, really” I smiled.
I could see that she was quickly absorbing the scenario that has just presented itself to her and what it would all mean on so many levels. She unconsciously bit her lips as various considerations ran through her head.
“Josh, wow, this is all so overwhelming. I’ve always thought about this moment, but never realized that it would actually happen.” I could see her breath had increased; she fanned herself with her hands as the reality of my proposition began to set it.
“Sam listen, I know you are aware of my situation and my marriage. I’ve given this a lot of thought and, well, I want to explore my feelings for you. The idea of spending time with you brings such a sense of possibility for me. It is making me remember how much I once used to love life and I want to feel that way again.”
Sam never broke her gaze as I spoke to her.
“Josh, it makes me feel special when you say that. It makes me feel wanted and desired. The fact that you would take a risk with me means that I am not just some girl in the café. Ironically, it feels like an act of commitment from you.”
All I wanted to do in that moment is pull Sam into my arms and kiss her; however there were a few customers in the café, including that one lady who kept looking at us from the corner of her eyes. Somehow, Sam must have also tuned into the same idea; she took my hand and pulled me off my chair.
“Come with me!” she said. She had a mischievous smile on her face.
I followed Sam and she took me into the back office just behind the serving counter. It was just the two of us now. Still holding my hand, Sam stood in front of me as we both looked at each other.
“I would love to go out with you Josh, to explore this new and unique liaison between us. It means a lot to me that you asked.”
I reached out and placed my hands on her waist and gently pulled her toward me. Sam placed her hands on my chest and stepped into my space until her body was pressing up against mine.
“I’ve dreamt about this moment for a very long time.” I said.
“Me too.” She looked up at me with big eyes and dilated pupils.
“I can’t believe this is happening now.” I was unconsciously wetting my lips.
“Well, let’s not wait any longer then handsome man…”
Sam pressed her warm body into me and we began to kiss. I drew her right into me, the cavity of her hips into my crotch and her chest against mine. My hands slowly moved along her back as she opened her mouth to receive mine.
The whole summer culminated into the ecstasy of this very moment. The buildup of both our desires and energy began to emerge through our soft groans, moans and caresses. In the privacy of the back office, my hands slowly explored her young trim body, moving from the top of her bum to the nape of her neck. I took it slow and didn’t rush it, touching her sexy sacred parts would come later; I just wanted to lavish in the warmth of our union.
We kissed slowly, passionately and deeply. I explored the insides of her mouth and tasted the velvety texture of her cheeks; in turn she would suck on my tongue and then move to sucking both my lips. We made such sexy wet sounds as we kissed, intermingled with “Mmms” and “Ahhs”.
I found Sam to be very skillful and adept at kissing. We quickly found a rhythm as our lips and tongues intuitively mated and danced together. I couldn’t get enough of Sam and neither she of me. We kissed hungrily, but also kept a pace that was steady and deliberate. Our oral ministrations moved from kissing to licking, from mouths to face and then to necks. Our intent was one pointed: to luxuriate, indulge and induce pleasure unto each other.
And that we did.
The entrance of the back office opened to the front counter, you could barely see into the office unless you stood or sat in a particular area of the café. However, there was one table that had almost a full view of the inside office and it was where the woman with the laptop sat.
She looked up from her work and caught some movement in the corner of her eye. As her eyes focused, she saw two figures in the backroom, an older handsome man with the beautiful young barista. They were locked in a passionate embrace; arms, hands and bodies undulating together as they kissed hungrily. Their heads turned from one side to the next as lips and tongues position and repositioned themselves to achieve maximum pleasure. One of his hands was running through her hair, while the other pulled and tugged at her waist, pulling her body into his. She could almost hear the moans and groans of pleasure over the in-store music. She could also see the barista slowly gyrating and grinding her hips into his crotch along his well-formed bulge.
She knew exactly what was happening. She had seen the man come in to the café often. She quickly asserted that he was married from the ring he wore on his finger and she also figured he was flirting with the barista who came and sat by his side whenever she had the chance. She wondered if his wife knew where he was each day and what he was doing with the attractive girl working in the café at that very moment.
She put her displeasure aside for the time being, as the scene she was privy to begin to captivated her attention. The passion, heat and building sexuality between the two of them was entrancing; she started to feel a slight tingle between her legs.
..........................................
Thanks for reading folks, stay tuned for Chapter 3.As an author, your votes and comments mean a lot, please take a moment to leave either one. It is free and easy It also really helps to inspire and motivate me to keep writing. Cheers!
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