It's Not Cheating (3 page)

I didn't say anything to my husband until he asked.

Derek winked at me in the bedroom. "So?"

"So?"

"What happened today?"

"We worked all day. We went to lunch at Tommy's and
then finished up at the office."

He threw up his hands. "That's all?"

I shrugged.

He made a face and drooped his head as if under a burden.
"Like, did you get kissed again?"

I smiled. "At the end, yes. A nice one."

"How nice?"

"Nice." I don't know what to say.

"A little peck?"

"No, that was the first kiss. The kiss before we went
home was the nice one."

"Tongue?"

I giggled and nodded. "It was very nice."

Derek smiled. "How long did it last?"

I shrugged. "A few minutes. Maybe five."

His smile broadened. "Did you suck him?"

I rolled my eyes and grunted in disgust. "No."

"Bah, you're no fun. Just a dumb kiss?"

"It was nice. He had me up against the wall."

Interest flickered on his face. "Oh yeah?"

"He lifted me up against it and kissed me like that for
a few minutes."

Lights lit my husband's eyes. He growled in approval.
"Good man."

I laughed and shook my head.

"Did you feel him?"

"Huh?"

"Was he excited?" he winked and pointed to his own
crotch.

I blushed and looked down. "Well, I think so."

He laughed. "What do you mean, you think so. Did you
feel anything?"

"He had a hard bulge down there, yes."

Derek growled with approval and reached into his boxers. He
began stroking himself. "Now we're talking."

I groaned with frustration. "Don't you ever give
up?"

He laughed and stroked.

~ ~ ~

I dressed Monday while Derek pestered me like a mother hen.

He kept nixing my ideas. "No, don't wear that."
He'd point. "Wear another skirt." He'd scratch his chin. "Don't
button your blouse all the way up. Leave four undone."

I was slapping at his hands within a few minutes.
"Would you go eat something? Or go to work?"

He laughed fast and low – his perverted chuckle. "Go
without panties."

"I'm not going without panties."

"Prude."

I grabbed a pillow and beat him with it.

He stabbed several fingers into my armpits and we collapsed
into each other giggling and laughing.

He nuzzled my neck. "You're a sexy woman, Mrs. Monroe.
Can I have a taste?"

"Stop it. You can have a kiss."

"I want to lick married pussy."

"You're dirty."

"Just let me lick you, I'm sure your husband won't
mind."

I sighed. "Would you stop that?"

He chuckled. "Hope you have a fun day." He let me
go. "Maybe I'll show Dieter some naked pictures of you."

My mouth dropped open. "Don't you dare."

He laughed that perverted laugh again.

I threw the pillow.

~ ~ ~

Evelyn Error-face scowled at everyone. She marched, huffing,
into the file room and pointed at files. Susie scurried to get the files she
wanted.

She marched back out, Susie in tow with an armful of files.

I stood next to Ben and watched.

We could almost hear a martial drum tapping with her march.

She stood triumphantly, head held back, glaring at everyone
as Susie placed the files down.

Evelyn whipped out a pen from somewhere and clicked it like
clicking the electric ignition to the fuse of a bomb.

She sat.

I shared a look with Ben and we shook our heads.

He said, "Lunch together?"

I said, "I don't know if I'm all that hungry."

"Well, I'm definitely hungry for some kissing."

I giggled.

"How about we go to my condo. It's just one freeway
exit away."

I gave him an eye. "As long as there's no funny
stuff."

"Funny stuff?"

I shook my head. "I will not be cheating on my
husband."

He held up his hands. "No worries."

My face broke into a smile. "Okay, then."

He smiled back. "Excellent."

~ ~ ~

His condo was a posh thing for upscale workers. There was a
pool and he even had his own private Jacuzzi.

I said, "Wow, this is nice for a condo."

He was grinning. "Yeah, normally I would've bought a
house but this had more of a townhouse feel to it than an apartment-style
condominim."

I wandered in the living room and lifted the decorations on
the mantle. Looked at them and put them back. Lifted another and turned it.

"Why don't we, uh…"

I set the little statue back on the mantle and turned. I
smiled knowingly. "Here?"

"I was thinking the bedroom."

I gave him a look. "Ummm…"

"No funny business, just thought the bed might be more
comfortable than standing."

"Are you going to try to seduce me?"

He held up his hands. "No. I won't cause you to cheat.
And I have Cheryl to consider, too."

I gave him an eyebrow. The bed did sound more comfortable.
"All right then." I smiled and followed him.

His bedroom was the den of his privacy – and Cheryl's too.

I said, "Where is she?"

"She teaches." He went into the bathroom.

"Ah." I stood at the dresser, lifting her perfume bottles.
I sniffed lightly at them. I ran a finger over one of Ben's ties. I moved to
the nightstand that looked like his. I lifted one of his watches and turned it
over in my hands. It had a heavy and cool feel to it. I set it back down.

He came out, smiling. He kicked off his shoes.

I did the same. "It won't bother you kissing me on the
bed you share with her?"

He looked confused. "No. We're not married, yet."

"You'll still kiss me after you get married, won't
you?"

His smile broadened. "We'll see." He climbed onto
the bed and offered his hand.

I placed mine in his and giggled as he pulled me and then
lowered me down beside him.

He leaned over me and we began kissing.

Yes, this is far more comfortable.

His mouth lightly pressed into mine, his tongue working with
mine and moving slowly. His hand moved down my chest and lingered on my
breasts. Then he moved it down.

I moaned.

His hand slid down over my slacks and pressed on my pubic
mound. I could feel his hardness at the side of my leg. I kissed him back harder,
wanting to pull him in with my mouth.

He shifted on his shoulder to kiss me better.

I could feel myself trembling.

He broke the kiss and smiled.

I pushed him back and made him lay down. Crawling slowly
over him, I laid on him, straddling him with my legs on either side of his
hips. I brought my mouth down to his.

His hands roamed down my back and over my butt.

I kissed him tenderly, and then with more force. I felt
myself moving on his hips, feeling that squirming tension in me that demanded
movement. I felt his bulge where I sat on him harden. A hard ridge developed
and I rode it with small movements.

He was shaking beneath me. His eyes had a dazed look. He
pushed up and turned me over, laying me back down. He climbed over me, parting
my legs with his knee. He settled between my legs and gently rested his bulge
on my crotch. His mouth descended on mine and swept me away.

I wanted this man to kiss me. I wanted his tongue in my
mouth. I wanted his manly heat to permeate me and color me with his passion. I
felt my own heat increase in me as if someone had cranked up the thermostat.
Oh
yes, this is good.
My hips bucked slowly beneath him, dragging my clit back
and forth against his pressure. So good.

His hand came up and played at my blouse, rubbing lightly over
my small boobs.

I sighed happily and broke the kiss to breathe.

He kept toying at my breasts and I giggled.

He reached in between the buttons and stroked fingers across
my bra.

I gasped and arched my back.

He kissed my neck and then lower on my blouse.

I moaned and squirmed under him, feeling my clit and his
bulge teasing each other.

He moved back up and kissed me, stroking my hair. "You
have such beautiful hair. So long."

I laughed nervously. "As long as you don't look at the
white strands."

"They're beautiful." His mouth smothered anything
I might have said.

~ ~ ~

I rode my husband with forceful moves. I pushed back and
felt his cock deep inside. I moaned and circled my hips.

Derek smiled up at me. "Get excited today?"

I opened my eyes. "Huh?"

"Did he kiss you again?"

Disappointed at him breaking my concentration, I said,
"Oh. Yes."

"In a closet or something?"

"Oh, no. He took me to his condo."

"Sweet."

I laughed. "We just kissed."

"Sounds nice. Where at? Against the wall again?"
He was beginning to thrust harder up into me.

"No, on the bed."

"Now we're getting somewhere."

I rolled my eyes. "It was just kissing."

He frowned. "How long this time?"

"About a half hour."

His smile returned with double force. "Yeah." He
gripped my hips and thrust harder. It felt great. "Dieter said he wanted
to see more pictures of you."

I froze. "No way."

"Why not?"

"I don't know him."

"We can fix that."

"I don’t think your idea of fixing anything matches
mine."

"No, I'm serious. Maybe I'll invite him for dinner next
week."

I sighed. "I'm not a house whore that's going to be
used like some sick porno of yours."

"Relax, would you? Dinner. Maybe he won't like
you."

I stiffened. "Why would he not like me? How rude."

"Just saying. You're pretty uptight."

"I am not. I even kiss other men."

"That's all you do."

"Of course that's all I do. I'm not going to be a
cheater. The idea frightens me."

"All right, all right. Calm down, Elizabeth. Anyway,
I'll invite him over. Just for dinner and introductions."

I scowled at him.

"What?"

"I know what you want."

"It's just dinner."

I sighed.

He moved, thrusting up into me. "You thinking of
Ben?"

My answer was shocked and sharp. "No!"

I was considering my clothes Tuesday morning.

Derek wriggled his eyebrows. "Wear a skirt."

"Not at the office."

"Why not? Is it a rule?"

"No."

"Do other women wear skirts there?"

"Sure."

"Well?"

I frowned. Hotty-Totty Tina ran around in miniskirts and no
nylons.
The hussy.
"I don't know."

"What about this one?"

I looked it over. Actually, he had picked something that I
would wear. It ended just above the knees and wasn't tight. "Hmm."

"Give it a shot. You said Ben liked skirts."

I fingered the material. "Yes…"

"So, wear it. It's a conservative skirt."

"Think so?" I knew so, but it was nice to hear it.

"Absolutely. It's perfect."

He was right; it was.

I pulled it down.

He smiled. "See, that wasn't so hard." He watched
me. "Hey."

"What?"

"Take off the bra."

"What? Are you serious?"

"It's not like you need it."

"Thanks." My sarcastic tone didn't escape him.

"No, I mean it. I'm not being rude. Just throw a
sweater over your blouse."

"Hmm."

"You'll have a sweater on. If he touches you there
again, maybe it'll be a nice surprise for him. A treat."

I gave him a suspicious eye. But his look was honest.
"Think so?"

"Absolutely."

"I can't believe we're talking about some other man
touching my boobs."

He waved me off. "Nah, it's just kissing, right?"

"Right."

"So forget the bra. Wear a sweater over the blouse. If
he just so happens to touch—"

I was giggling. "That's nasty."

He threw his arms in the air like the robot from Lost in
Space. "Oh no, some guy might touch your sweater, call down the national
guard and shoot everyone."

I laughed. I guess I did sound like a prude. A sweater would
cover it all nicely. What's the harm? I pulled off my bra.

He said, "Hey, wait a minute."

"What?"

He stepped close and quickly dipped his head down and licked
my boob. His tongue ran up my nipple and sent electric shocks through me. I
squawked.

He winked.

"What was that for?"

"They're beautiful and you were offering."

"I wasn't offering." I slipped on my blouse.

"Well, tough. I was taking. Do you want to call the
national guard again?"

I kissed my husband. He was sweet when not being perverted.

He grinned. "Now, about those panties."

I rolled my eyes.

He threw up his hands. "What?"

~ ~ ~

I said to Ben as I followed him into his condo, "Evelyn
was pouting."

He laughed. "Mm hmm. She couldn't find anything in
either of our two work-files."

"We did a good job together."

"Yep. But I think Hotty-Totty Tina has chewed through a
whole box of pencils already."

I laughed. I plopped down on the bed and said, "This
deserves some kisses."

His eyes got sexy. "That's what I had in mind."

I leaned back on my arms and smiled.

He kicked off his shoes and climbed over me.

I wriggled backwards and his mouth came down and met mine. I
melted back onto the bed, relishing the strong feel of this man above me and
his searching tongue.
Yes, kissing him is very fun.

He laid on me, his masculine form resting lightly on me as
he rested on his elbows. His body felt good and I sighed happily.

Nice kisses. Fun, fun, fun!

His hands braced my head gently and his tongue pushed down
into my mouth, hot, wet and demanding.

My insides turned to water and I groaned into his mouth with
the sensation of hunger.

His crotch pressed into my skirt, rubbing slightly at my
pubic bone. I shifted my legs out so he would be more comfortable. He moaned
happily and shifted his hips down a little, pressing his growing bulge down on
my clit.

Yes, right there. Good spot.
I raised my hips and
moved them in little back and forth moves. But I felt something else, too.
"Ow."

He stopped. "What's wrong?"

"Something's poking me."

He leaned up. "Oh, sorry." He got off the bed. His
belt buckle was the square type, small but with defined edges. "Um…"

I looked a little lower. He had a very large bulge straining
there. "You look really uncomfortable."

"Uh, yeah." He was undoing his belt.

"Take them off. I won’t mind."

"You sure?"

"Sure. Get comfortable." I winked. The idea of
feeling him a little better was making me hot.

"If you say so."

I laughed. "It's just kissing."

He dropped his pants and stepped out of them. He was wearing
briefs and they were very definitely packed with an erection.

I giggled. "Excited?"

He blushed. "I like kissing you."

I smiled wide and beckoned. "Get back on."

He returned the smile and climbed back over me.

My god, he's huge.
I welcomed him back onto me. His
bulge nestled much more comfortably against my crotch. I sighed and moved my
hips against it.

Our kiss was deep and wet.

Our hips moved against each other with increasing speed.

I was getting excited.
Now this is a kiss!

He rolled off and started to pull me. He wanted me on top.

I realized my scalp felt a little damp. Uh oh. Too hot. I
straddled him and pulled off my sweater. "A little warm."

"I bet."

I moved around until my panties rested directly on his
bulge. My skirt flared out and covered it all.

He gripped my hips and thrust his bulge up against me,
sending delicious shivers up my spine.

I leaned over and kissed him. I ground my hips back and
forth on him, feeling him get even harder. I gasped, feeling jolts of pleasure
radiate up from my clit.

His hands were all over me, sending chills and warmth
together up my back. I wanted to purr like a kitten. Like ten kittens. My
fingers clawed into his shoulders.

He chuckled.

I had stopped kissing him, my mouth open and teasing him
just out of touch. The warmth of my breath was on him. My lips brushed his
nose, lips and chin. I bit his chin lightly as I moved my hips back and forth
on him.

I leaned up, resting my hands on his chest and moved my hips
in circles. It felt so nice.

His hands reached up and played at my blouse. The feel of
his hands brushing across my boobs without the bra made me shiver.

He slid his fingers in and they moved over my nipples.

I gasped.
Is this okay?
Boob rubbing certainly isn't
cheating. There's no penetration and the women in the Lifetime movies always
got their boobs played with without cheating. I undid my blouse and let it hang
open.

His hands settled gently on my breasts and rubbed.

I moaned in pleasure and ground my hips down hard on his
bulge.

He let out a groan and flipped me over.

My skirt twisted, and I tried to untangle it so I could open
my legs for him.

He shook his head and undid the button on my skirt.
"It's in the way."

I giggled. "Yeah, I guess so." I removed my blouse
as he slid off my skirt. I felt a lot better. I said, "You should lose
your shirt."

He grinned and got out of it. His chest was lightly haired
and muscled.

My legs parted wide, letting him settle back down on me.
This felt a lot better. His briefs rubbed against my panties with less clothing
in the way.

He glanced at the clock. "We'll need to leave in a few
minutes."

I jerked my head up. "It's that late already?"

He nodded. "Been here a half hour."

I pouted. "Felt like five minutes."

He laughed. His eyes were on my boobs.

I said, "You don't think they're too small?"

"Oh, never. I love small ones."

"But Cheryl—"

"I'm not marrying her for her boobs." His tone was
vastly amused.

I didn't get it, but I wasn't arguing. I gasped in
anticipation as he slowly lowered his head down to my right breast. His eyes
kept contact with mine the whole way.

His tongue was electrifying. I arched my back, shivering as
the wet softness flicked over my erect nipple. Then the warmth circled it,
sending swirls of dizziness through me. I clutched his head as he sucked the
thin fleshy part of my boob. My hips bucked up suddenly with a mind of their
own.

He laid down on me, his hairy chest rubbing lustfully across
my bare boobs. His bulge pressed against my panties.

I wrapped my legs around him and clung, my hips moving with
his as we ground our crotches together. I could feel his hardness through the
material. I could feel it rubbing up and down my slit. I was wet and hot.

I panted, moving more forcefully.

He kissed me, taking away my breath.

I whimpered, wanting more. Wanting him to touch my breasts
again. A deep ache echoed inside me, making me squirm. It pounded at me like a
big bass drum. I grabbed his butt and squeezed, pulling.

He stopped kissing me. "We need to go."

I wanted to cry. I was just getting started.
"Nuts."

"Maybe tomorrow?"

"Yes, and you better not change your mind."

He laughed. "Oh, I won't."

~ ~ ~

Derek rammed his cock into my wet pussy. I really needed it.
"So you got all worked up again today?"

I laughed and panted. "Yeah."

"Good."

"No, it was torture."

"Eh? Why?"

"I wanted to kiss more. We ran out of time."

"You have to make the best use of the time you
have."

I pumped my hips up to his and luxuriated in the feel of
that deep ache getting treated. "Mmm, make love to me."

"Did he notice your bra?"

"That I wasn't wearing it? Uh, yeah."

"Nice. How did that come about?"

"He slid his fingers in. I figured boob play wasn't
really sex and it's certainly not cheating, so I let him."

"Some people might argue kissing is sex."

I frowned up at him. "Those are strange people."

He laughed, his cock flexing in me. "I don't
know."

"Kissing isn't sex."

"Hmm."

"Oh come on. How many girls did you kiss in high school
and was that considered sex?"

"No, of course not. That was just fun."

"So how does it magically become sex when you
graduate?"

He shook his head. "It doesn't…"

I held out my hands to the side. "Kissing is fun.
That's all there is to it. And so are hugs."

"Oh, I won't argue with you. I'm happy you're kissing
him."

I twitched, a spasm of lust ripping up my back. "Yeah,
but we both know why."

He panted, driving in a little harder. "No, really. I'm
glad you're having fun." He leaned down and kissed me gently.

My world did a lurch sideways and I gasped.

He knew the signal. He thrust in and then ground his pubic
bone against my clit.

I saw stars and explosions of light. I cried out, bucking
underneath him as he released the pressure on my clit.
Perfect, hubby… I
love you.