Her Forbidden Affair

Her Forbidden Affair

By: Rayne
Bexley

Published by Horny Devil Publishing

Copyright 2013 Rayne Bexley

ISBN
978-1-62518-088-9

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Her Forbidden Affair Copyright © 2013 Rayne Bexley

Edited by Kat Marshall and Colette Stone

Cover art by Dee Allen (www.deeallencoverart.com)

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Chapter One

Pressing enter on his laptop, the video beginning to play, Jackson Montgomery was sure he’d captured something today.  He had poured through video surveillance footage thousands of times. Being a private investigator was not as glamorous as the reality TV shows made it out to be.  Most of his time was spent in his car taking pictures or videos as proof for whatever case he was currently working on.  His clients varied from big businesses trying to catch employees suspected of stealing to a disgruntled spouse in the middle of a nasty divorce, or a married spouse convinced that their husband or wife was cheating.

He never imagined that he would be in the position he
found himself in.  Behind the locked doors at the private investigating firm he co-owned with his friend and colleague, David Malone, the video surveillance he was reviewing was of his own wife.

Jackson
and his wife, Jade, had been married for seven years. Having met the summer after Jade graduated college, he knew right away she was the one for him. Engaged within the first year, they were married before their second anniversary.  He thought everything was wonderful.  They had money, went on vacations, and even had a kick-ass sex life; or so
he
thought. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her.  However, he could not ignore the nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach that something was wrong—like something was going on behind his back.  So what does a private investigator do when he gets those feelings?  He does what comes natural and carries out his job.

Jackson
followed his standard procedure—bugged her car, covertly placed a GPS app on her iPhone, requested detailed records of her cell phone bill, summarizing every text sent and received.  He swept her computer for any emails or suspicious activity; he even hacked into her Facebook account, searching for information. 
Hell, who the fuck cares what Liz cooked for dinner?
He never understood stupid social network sites.  Then Jackson set up video surveillance in their master bedroom and living room.  After three weeks, nothing had turned up. 

After watching the video for an
hour with no signs of activity, he advanced the video, performing a spot check of the tape.  Four hours into it something flashed across the screen, causing him to quickly pause it.  Waiting until it rewound to the beginning of the spot, he then pressed play. He was literally shocked at what he saw.

Jade stood in their bedroom.  Her full
, luscious lips darkened with stain, her ginger-red hair cascading down her back in soft, wavy layers stopping just short of her black demi-bra.  The bra was merely for show; her gorgeous breasts bubbled out over the top, with just a touch of her rosy nipples peeking out.  The milky-white skin of her stomach, abdomen, and thighs was a stark contrast to the black thigh-high stockings and garter belt that framed her beautiful bare mound.  The pièce de résistance were the five-inch fuck-me heels she wore on her feet. 
Fuck!
  That was the outfit he’d helped her pick out just a few months ago at Victoria’s Secret when they were shopping in the mall!  What the fuck was she doing?  Was she about to fuck some guy wearing the outfit he’d bought for her?  Dammit!  His heart raced, he felt clammy, and his stomach roiled.  She was beautiful, and it was hell knowing what was about to happen; yet, he couldn’t look away. 

Leaning forward
, Jackson rested his elbows on the desk and placed his hand over his mouth. He was compelled to watch.  He had to prove to himself that his suspicions were right.  The video was running on split screens, taken from two different angles.  One camera was hidden in the thermostat on the wall and the other in the smoke detector over the bed, making his field of vision the entire bedroom.

Jackson watched
as Jade placed her knee on the duvet-covered mattress and crawled into the middle of the bed then turned to her back and propped her upper body up on her elbows.  Bending one leg, she crossed one other the over and waited. Sunlight from the sheer curtains filtered into the room, bathing Jade in a warm glow. Finally, his wife turned her head in the direction of the bathroom door and mouthed something. 

Fuck!
No Sound!

Waiting on pins and needles,
Jackson ground his molars as the second figure moved into the frame. 
Holy Hell!
  Shaking his head and blinking, he thought he surely must be hallucinating.  Was this some kind of joke?  Trying desperately to rationalize the situation, he considered that maybe Jade was on to him and knew he’d set up surveillance and was playing a prank. 

No!
 
She couldn’t
…  Standing there, in nothing but a skimpy white-laced thong was Jade’s best friend, Sydney!

What the hell is
going on?
 

His mouth suddenly parched, Jackson licked his lips
and sat poised at his laptop, waiting as the previously recorded scene began to unfold in front of him.  Jade crooked her finger, summoning the woman closer. Sydney with full, ample breasts, bronzed skin, and long chestnut-brown hair, gave Jade a coy smile as she walked toward her.  The feed from the thermostat camera was positioned at a perfect height, giving a full view of their facial features. 

Sydney crawled up
the bed as Jade uncrossed her legs, pulling the other woman on top of her.  They began to kiss; soft, sweet, sexy kisses at first then adding sweeps of tongue. Hell, he was starting to get hard as he zoomed in on the image.  The sight of his wife sucking on her best friend’s tongue was a total fucking turn-on.  Sydney hovered over Jade, nuzzling her neck, and licking down to her breasts.  His wife reclined back on the pillows, giving her the perfect angle to watch everything that her best friend was doing. 

Darker hands against pale skin cupped Jade’s
breasts, her lover pulling the demi-cups down, exposing perfect bosoms held high by the cup of the bra and pointy pink nipples jutting straight up in anticipation.  Jade had the best tits. He loved sucking on her nipples; they were so responsive, and it drove her crazy when he did so.  The sight of Sydney’s tongue sweeping out and flicking Jade’s turgid peaks was hot as hell.

Tingling
surges traveled down his spine, making his cock twitch and press uncomfortably against the zipper of his trousers. Pulling the zipper down, Jackson released himself from the confines.  Thank God he was in his private office, alone. Nobody would be bothering him, as his partner, David, was away with his family.  Therefore, the fact that he was there, with his dick out, watching his wife and her best friend get it on was
not
a problem.

With his hand wrapped around his
cock, Jackson continued to watch as Sydney sucked and laved Jade’s breasts. His eyes darting back and forth between the images on the split screen for the better view, each angle had its charm.  The one from above offered a bird’s-eye view of the events, but the one from the thermostat when zoomed in caught much finer details. 

His
wife was stunning with the look of ecstasy on her face. She was clearly enjoying every minute of her best friend’s sexual attentions. Sydney was hot; he’d always thought she was.  Gorgeous in her own right, she was curvy, not big, with soft feminine curves and big luscious breasts that held dark areolas and nipples most likely due to her darker Latino complexion. He should have been pissed.  His wife was sharing her body with someone other than him, but the sight of these two beautiful women making love was mesmerizing.

Jackson
wished he could hear her.  He knew first hand those sexy little mewls and moans she made. Jackson could only imagine the sounds that escaped her perfect bow lips as her mouth opened and seemed to cry out.  In a way, this was like a fucking fantasy come true for him. What man didn’t like a little girl-on-girl action, but this was his wife, and he should feel wronged. 

Sydney
slunk further down Jade’s body, her tongue sweeping a trail over the smooth skin and flat belly then dipping into his wife’s pierced belly button.  Deep brown eyes looked up at Jade while lush lips kissed one hipbone and then the other before Sydney settled between Jade’s opened legs.  Jade’s own hands had replaced her partner’s mouth, pinching her own nipples and rolling them between her fingers as she peered down her body, watching every move Syd made.

Sydney
then looked up at Jade, giving her a naughty expression as she wrapped her arms under creamy thighs and swept her tongue through Jade’s pussy lips.  He could imagine how wet Jade was—first from having her tits sucked and then having her pussy eaten.  Jackson wished he was between her legs, feeling her smooth, velvety pussy on his tongue along with the taste of her wetness as she became more aroused.  He could spend an entire night between her legs paying homage to her beautiful, pink folds. 

Jackson
watched Sydney bury her face between Jade’s legs and latching on, shaking her head back and forth and devouring Jade’s cunt like she couldn’t get enough.  His hand began to stroke his cock faster as he fisted himself with a squeeze, his eyes glued to the screen. 

Jade
’s back arched, her hands worked her nipples, and her legs spread wider as she dug her heels into the mattress the more Sydney feasted on her pussy.  He felt that familiar tingling in the base of his spine while his sac drew up; he was going to shoot his load.  Pumping his cock at a furious rate, he couldn’t take his eyes off the two women.  The only thing missing from any of this was the sound.  With a few more jerks of his cock, he grunted and came, milky white ribbons of come shooting out onto the wooden floor.  Keeping his eyes fixed on the screen, he saw Jade throw her head back, thrashing as Syd tried to hold her down.  Her release was breathtaking. He watched the silent cries of his wife, the woman he loved more than life itself, her face contorting as pulses of pleasure overtook her.  Fuck, he should have been pissed by what he saw, but he wasn’t.  He was jealous, and probably not the kind of jealous he should have been.  He was confused.  Part of him hated what he had just viewed, but part of him loved it; the evidence of that on the floor in front of him.

He
didn’t finish watching the video; he had seen enough, for now.  His suspicions were right. Closing out the screen, he grabbed a tissue from the desktop and wiped the drops of come off his cock before fixing himself and zippering up.  Cleaning the evidence of his orgasm off the wooden floor with the tissue, he then tossed it in the trash.  Packing up his desk, his lips a thin line, he needed to leave and give this more thought.

Chapter Two

Pulling his black BMW into the driveway of their northeast Seattle home, he wasn’t surprised to see Sydney’s car wasn’t there. After all, the footage was from the day before. He opened the front door and scanned the living room.  Their house had an open floor plan, so he could see Jade, still in her work clothes with an apron over her outfit, in the kitchen by the stove cooking dinner.  Placing his briefcase on the bench that was by the door, he hung his jacket up and started to loosen his tie, staring at himself in the hallway mirror.  He looked the same as he always did, but something had changed. Maybe it was the furrow in his brow or just the overwhelming sense of hurt knowing that his wife was unhappy enough to go outside of what he thought was a perfect marriage. Running his thumb over the crease in his brow, he drew in a deep breath and blew it out before turning to head toward the kitchen
. Play it cool, man
. 

“
Mmm, what smells so good?” Jackson asked, as he wrapped his arms around his wife from behind and kissed her cheek.

“Stir-
fried beef with snow peas,” she replied, with a smile on her face as she leaned into his kiss. Why wouldn’t she smile? She had no inkling that he knew what was going on.  “You seem in a good mood!”  Tilting her head, she turned and glanced at him, narrowing her eyes slightly as if questioning him.

He shrugged.  “Just glad to be home
,” he replied, as he dipped his hand into the stir-fry and brought a piece to his mouth, sucking in air as the piping hot beef hit his tongue.  Jade was an excellent cook, just a natural at it, and spending time in the kitchen with her, helping her or just watching, was something he liked to do.  She very rarely measured anything, just a pinch of this, and a handful of that and it was perfection!

“Ever
ything okay?” she asked quizzically.

Trying to act as normal as possible, he
hoped he wasn’t giving off a vibe that there was something going on, even though there was. “Yes, why wouldn’t it be?  Everything okay with you?” he inquired, as he walked to the refrigerator to grab a beer. 

“Of course
,” she answered, as she lifted the cover to the rice and peeked in.  “Dinner should be ready in about ten minutes.”  Placing the cover back on the pot, she turned around, leaned against the counter, and lifted the glass of wine she had started to her lips.  He was acutely aware that she peered over the rim of the glass at him as he grabbed the bottle opener from the drawer and popped the top off his beer.

“How was your day?  What did you do?
” he asked, as he took a sip from the amber bottle and propped himself against the granite countertop next to her.  Jackson watched her fluff the rice and tend to the stir-fry. The sleek, contemporary kitchen was a combination of warm, natural materials like wood and stone with stainless steel appliances and accents.  Jade had designed it herself. 

Swallowing her wine, she held the glass
in her hand and smiled.  “Nothing out of the ordinary. Had an online Skype meeting with one of my suppliers and drew up a few new designs.”  Jade was a successful jewelry designer, selling her jewelry to local boutiques.  Jaded Designs, was well known throughout the Seattle area.  She had even sold some of her design drawings to a larger jewelry company. 

“That’s great news Jadie, I’m proud of you!
”  Taking two steps closer to her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in for an embrace.

“Awe
, thanks babe,” she replied, hugging him back. “Your support means so much.  Oh, and don’t forget, I have my small business convention in LA next week.”

“Oh, that’s right.  How long are you going to be gone
?” he asked as he brought the bottle to his mouth and took a long pull.

“Probably
just a few days…three at the most.”  She then added, “I asked Sydney to come along with me.” Catching him off guard, he practically choked on his beer and began to cough.  “Oh my God, are you okay?” With a concerned tone, she approached him and started to pat his back.

Quickly
recovering, he cleared his throat and held his hand up.  “I’m fine, went down the wrong pipe.”
Fucking great, three days away with Sydney.
He needed to get out of there and compose himself for a few minutes.

As she rubbed
his back, she seemed worried.  “Are you sure?”

He
placed his beer on the counter.  “Positive.”  Nodding his head, he motioned to the side of the house where their bedroom was.  “I’m going to wash up for dinner and change out of my suit.  I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“Okay
, babe, dinner will be just about ready by the time you get back.”  She smiled at him as he began to walk toward the bedroom. 

They lived in a large custom
-built three bedroom ranch they’d designed themselves with the help of an architect right after they’d married.  Built to portray intimate and cozy, it was designed with solid, hardwood flooring throughout the whole house, coffered ceilings in the formal living room, and vaulted ceilings in the great room.  They had no children. With both of them focusing on their careers, it never seemed the right time to start a family. Not that it wasn’t in their future plans. But, still in their early thirties, they felt as if they had time yet. They used one of the bedrooms as an exercise room and the other as a home office for the both of them. 

Pacing through the bedroom
, he stripped out of his suit and tie, throwing them on the chair in the corner. He changed into a pair of jeans and t-shirt then headed into the bathroom where he splashed his face with cold water.  Jackson dried his face with a towel he grabbed off the ring that hung on the wall and stared at his reflection in the mirror above the sink. Throwing the towel to the side, he placed his hands on the cool marble counter and leaned forward. 
What the fuck am I going to do?
  Images of Jade and Sydney together flashed through his mind. As hot as it all was, that was his wife, and she was making love to another person.  He didn’t want to lose her.  He
knew
Jade loved him.  Jackson could feel it deep in his soul.  Their marriage was good.  Their life together was nearly perfect.  He needed to figure out what to do; he would do anything to keep her.

**
***

Plating
the stir-fry for each of them, she thought about the exchange that she and Jackson just had.  Normally not that talkative when he came home from work, he usually said “hello” and then disappeared into their bedroom to change. After that, he’d move to the office to follow-up on emails or return client phone calls for a little while before emerging for dinner.  Many nights she ate alone, his dinner saved on the stove until he was finished with his work.  She didn’t like it, but that was the way Jackson was—he always invested one hundred percent in his business.

Topping
off her glass of wine, she set it on the table next to her plate and grabbed another beer out of the refrigerator for Jackson just in time for his return.  “Hey, babe, perfect timing!” she said, as she smiled at him.

Grinning
back, he grabbed a seat at the table across from her and looked down at his plate as he lifted his fork.  “This looks and smells amazing, Jadie.”  Spearing a piece of beef, he brought it to his mouth and moaned.  “Outstanding Jade. Really excellent, hun!”

She smiled
, very pleased.  She loved to cook; especially for Jackson.  He enjoyed and ate with gusto everything she made, even when she didn’t think the meal turned out that well.  He was always so encouraging. She loved how supportive he was of everything she did.

W
orking for a small design company after she graduated from college, Jackson had encouraged her to pursue her own business.  She loved what she did and was treated very well by the company she worked for, but she wanted to own her designs, wanted her name associated with her products, not someone else’s.  She was hesitant to leave her well-paying job and make the move, but Jackson convinced her that with his business doing well, he could support them while she set up her own.  It really was a smart move for her.  She had earned a solid reputation as a jewelry designer with her company, so when she started Jaded Designs, she already had boutiques and stores ready to buy.  She had grown to the point that she now had employees, including a personal assistant, to help her.  It was a small company, and she preferred it that way; slow and steady growth was a smart way to expand.

They
’d met right after college.  He had just graduated from Seattle University with a degree in Criminal Justice, and she was a business major from the University of Wisconsin, who took a job with a small jewelry manufacturer.  It was there that she discovered her love of design.  She was good at the business aspect of it, but spoke at great lengths with the people on the design team.  After submitting a few drawings and ideas, she’d started the slow process of switching her field.  Luckily, one of the women who showed her the ropes left, and she was able to make a move to the design department.  With her business experience and knowledge, the company began to grow. 

“Thanks
, Jackson. You seem to like everything I make!”

“Well, everything you do, you do it well!”
he said, as he raised his beer bottle in an informal toast. 

Lifting
her glass, she raised her eyebrow and grinned. “Why thank you, kind Sir.”  The rest of the meal was pleasant.  Light conversation flowed with flirtatious chemistry between the two.  She adored and loved Jackson. 

After dinner, Jackson helped clear the ta
ble as she washed the dishes, which again piqued her curiosity because that was not part of the norm.  Usually, it was off to the study so he could catch up on paperwork, monitor his surveillance cameras, or catch up with David.  She knew David was in Disneyland with his family this week, so perhaps things were slow.  Whatever it was, she was glad to have a little extra time with him.