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moaned, putting her hands on his head. It turned Trey on and he continued to kiss her, tasting the deliciousness of her womanhood.
When her quivering body told him Ivanaâs orgasm had come, Trey moved back up her and pulled out one breast, sucking on its taut nipple like a strawberry while removing his erection. He slid deep inside his wife and they made love.
Leveling his body with hers, Trey grabbed Ivanaâs buttocks and went deeper as the orgasm drove out of him and inside her vagina. He groaned with passionate release and fell onto Ivana, keeping their bodies close for the waning moments of satisfaction.
When it was over, Trey half expected Ivana to dismiss him from her room. But she said nothing, seemingly content at the moment to be held by him. He wouldnât push for more too soon, happy to take one step at a time in working their way back.
Ivana pretended to be asleep with her back to Trey. She could hear a faint snore coming from him. She had been surprised by the diamond bracelet. He had given her many gifts over the years, but not so many in recent memories that made her take notice. When she let him make love to her, Ivana was not merely showing her gratitude, she was hoping to feel something again inside for the man she married.
Instead, she found herself unable to feel much of anything insofar as strong desire. Until she began to fantasize that it was Clyde who was orally gratifying, then making demanding love to her. It was the first time in a long while Ivana could remember climaxing and relishing the experience. It had been so intense that she felt like screamingââtil it was over and she had to face the reality that her lover was her husband. The same one who had forsaken his marital vows and turned his attentions to another woman. Ivana simply couldnât get past that. At least not to the point where she was ready to invite him to move back into their bedroom. Am I wrong to feel this way? Should I simply forgive and forget what he did? Ivana didnât know if that was even possible. There was no putting the genie back in the bottle. Trey had seen to that. What he did couldnât be undone with the stroke of a magic wand. Now they would both have to deal with the consequences, whatever they might be.
Ivanaâs thoughts turned to Clyde Lancaster, her fantasy lover. The man had come into their lives and turned things upside down in many respects without even knowing it. Or maybe he knew exactly what he was doing to her, even if Trey wasnât the wiser.
Ivana felt embarrassed that Clyde had been the one to awaken the real woman in her, at least in her vivid imagination. It was his touch, not Treyâs, that made her feel alive and want to have him wedged as deep inside her as possible, while his fullness gave her orgasm after orgasm.
What would Clyde think if he knew he had that power over me? Would he want to exploit it for his own, no doubt, burning needs ? Or would he stay away from me out of respect for Trey ?
It was a perilous path Ivana didnât want to go down when looking at things squarely. Clyde was an ex-con who she wanted no part of outside of capitulating to Treyâs wishes that they give his brother room and board. But was that possible after tonight? Could she ever see him again without fantasizing aboutâif not wantingâClyde as her lover?
Chapter Eight
Trey sat across the booth at the Paradise Bay Restaurant from Helene DeCroch, his former lover and the wife of one of his best customers, millionaire hotel owner Grant DeCroch. At thirty, Helene was as beautiful as she was graceful, and could be a look alike to the sleek actress Audra McDonald. The two had met at the grand opening of her husbandâs newest hotel seven months ago, and sexual sparks flew, culminating in a brief but intense affair. It was one Trey deeply greatly regretted for the trouble it had caused him. Neither ever had any intentions of walking away from their
When her quivering body told him Ivanaâs orgasm had come, Trey moved back up her and pulled out one breast, sucking on its taut nipple like a strawberry while removing his erection. He slid deep inside his wife and they made love.
Leveling his body with hers, Trey grabbed Ivanaâs buttocks and went deeper as the orgasm drove out of him and inside her vagina. He groaned with passionate release and fell onto Ivana, keeping their bodies close for the waning moments of satisfaction.
When it was over, Trey half expected Ivana to dismiss him from her room. But she said nothing, seemingly content at the moment to be held by him. He wouldnât push for more too soon, happy to take one step at a time in working their way back.
Ivana pretended to be asleep with her back to Trey. She could hear a faint snore coming from him. She had been surprised by the diamond bracelet. He had given her many gifts over the years, but not so many in recent memories that made her take notice. When she let him make love to her, Ivana was not merely showing her gratitude, she was hoping to feel something again inside for the man she married.
Instead, she found herself unable to feel much of anything insofar as strong desire. Until she began to fantasize that it was Clyde who was orally gratifying, then making demanding love to her. It was the first time in a long while Ivana could remember climaxing and relishing the experience. It had been so intense that she felt like screamingââtil it was over and she had to face the reality that her lover was her husband. The same one who had forsaken his marital vows and turned his attentions to another woman. Ivana simply couldnât get past that. At least not to the point where she was ready to invite him to move back into their bedroom. Am I wrong to feel this way? Should I simply forgive and forget what he did? Ivana didnât know if that was even possible. There was no putting the genie back in the bottle. Trey had seen to that. What he did couldnât be undone with the stroke of a magic wand. Now they would both have to deal with the consequences, whatever they might be.
Ivanaâs thoughts turned to Clyde Lancaster, her fantasy lover. The man had come into their lives and turned things upside down in many respects without even knowing it. Or maybe he knew exactly what he was doing to her, even if Trey wasnât the wiser.
Ivana felt embarrassed that Clyde had been the one to awaken the real woman in her, at least in her vivid imagination. It was his touch, not Treyâs, that made her feel alive and want to have him wedged as deep inside her as possible, while his fullness gave her orgasm after orgasm.
What would Clyde think if he knew he had that power over me? Would he want to exploit it for his own, no doubt, burning needs ? Or would he stay away from me out of respect for Trey ?
It was a perilous path Ivana didnât want to go down when looking at things squarely. Clyde was an ex-con who she wanted no part of outside of capitulating to Treyâs wishes that they give his brother room and board. But was that possible after tonight? Could she ever see him again without fantasizing aboutâif not wantingâClyde as her lover?
Chapter Eight
Trey sat across the booth at the Paradise Bay Restaurant from Helene DeCroch, his former lover and the wife of one of his best customers, millionaire hotel owner Grant DeCroch. At thirty, Helene was as beautiful as she was graceful, and could be a look alike to the sleek actress Audra McDonald. The two had met at the grand opening of her husbandâs newest hotel seven months ago, and sexual sparks flew, culminating in a brief but intense affair. It was one Trey deeply greatly regretted for the trouble it had caused him. Neither ever had any intentions of walking away from their
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