Cheater

I love you.. I do..

"Bernadine, I love you.." Michael smiled honestly into the receiver, as he kicked back on his comfy hotel bed, and popped a grape in his mouth.
"Oh. For real?" Bernadine had just gotten some time to herself, and had wandered onto the balcony to have a cigarette.
"Yeah, baby. You know I do. I'll come and and see you next week.." Michael sighed as Bernadine held the phone away from her ear and rolled her eyes. She didn't know what it was, but her husband was distancing himself from her.
"Bernie?" Michael sing-songed into the phone as she came back to the receiver and sighed.
"Ok, baby. You do what you gotta do. I love you regardless," Bernadine sighed, as she knew her words would play on his mind if he was doing something wrong.
".. And I love you more. Remember that.." Michael sighed, the smirk dropping from his face, as he rubbed his eyes and inwardly slapped himself.
"I will. Kisses from the kids.." Bernadine sighed.
"Aw, tell them I love them too. I'll be back, baby. Bye.." Michael sighed as she returned the sentiment. The line went flat, and Michael placed the phone down.
Was what he was doing worth it?

Was it worth it really? Putting his beautiful family on the line, for a night of pleasure and feelings that he couldn't get from his wife? She was in another country after all... Was it worth never kissing Bernie goodnight ever again, just to get a nut in? Granted, when he was being unfaithful, he pushed Bernadine to the back of his mind. All he wanted was sex, and his hand just wasn't doing it for him.

And for every girl that he'd turned away out of faithfulness? His balls only got bluer. It brought tears to Michael's eyes when he thought about how much Bernadine would scrutinise herself if she found out, without realising that it was nothing to do with her. Bernadine was not unattractive, or boring, and she didn't lack a single skill in the bedroom... Michael was just bored, alone, and horny.. And those combinations were deadly.
Most of all, Michael loved the thrill, and the adrenaline rush that came with sneaking the young beauty into his hotel, without paparazzi seeing, and so he knew that if the world knew before his wife, there'd be hell to pay.

Michael stared at the clock on the opposite wall and sighed heavily. It was half nine, and almost time to go and get his fix, from a groupie that he'd always taken a fancy to- Shana. Michael stood and yanked open his draw, pulling out three condoms. He examined each packet, checking for dates and for any holes or rips, then slipped them into his pocket. Michael picked up his silk mask off of the bed, and began tying it around his face. He stuffed his fedora on, and slipped into his loafers, darting out of his hotel suite, and taking the fire stairs route, through the kitchens, into the private car park.

Michael hired his trusted driver/ body guard Wayne to drive him to Shana's motel, although Wayne almost always gave him a look of pure and utter disappointment. Michael knew Wayne wasn't the type to talk, even though he disapproved of Michael's ways. The drive to run down motel was long, and usually took about half an hour if there was no traffic. The beautiful neon lights buzzed past, as Michael drove out of the city, and to the more suburban areas.

The old motel came into sight, with the three first letters not even working on the old sign. Seoul had tried to make plenty of tourist attractions for Americans, but they were rarely visited.
The motel was clean enough to be naked in, and so for that, Michael couldn't complain.
He picked up the black he'd gotten, with a small gift inside for his mistress, which he'd had staff pick, under the notion it was for Bernadine.
"Thanks Wayne." Michael mumbled shyly, stumbling out of the car, and not bothering to look at his driver, who was shaking his head whilst lighting a cigar.
"Take your time.." Wayne breathed, as he stepped from the vehicle to smoke. Without glancing back, Michael nodded, and made his way up the broken steps. It was dark, and crickets were screeching.

Paparazzi wouldn't venture out here, as they wouldn't have the first clue of where to look, and so Michael admired Shana for her brains.
When he knocked on room 322, he waited around ten seconds before the beautiful girl opened the door, peaking from behind it.
"Hey, you.." She grinned, stepping back and opening the door wider, as Michael strode in, confident and leaving Bernadine and his children just outside the door.
"Hey beautiful.." He laughed, as he heard the door close behind him, and finally, he turned around. She was wearing a thin motel robe, which showed her nipples hardening clearly from the chill coming under the door. Her hair was straight, but still very thick and fuzzy, and it pooled around her shoulders in layers. She had a frizzy fringe, and a killer smile, as Michael waved the bag at her.

"I got you something princess.." He smiled, as she walked closer to him, and took the bag slowly.
"Princess, huh?" She scoffed with a smirk, "I'm a princess now.." She mumbled as Michael ignored the edged comment, and watched with a smile as she took the expensive looking necklace out of the box. It was Tiffany's.
Shana gasped, and blanched as she ran her fingers over the beautifully cut red gems that sat in the silver necklace.
"Michael!" She fingered the tag that read $300.00, and already she felt very dirty and sordid.
"You like it?" He bit his lip nervously as she nodded hard, and looked up at him.

"It's absolutely beautiful. You know I like rubies?"
"Yeah. You love anything red.." He gestured to her red lipstick, that she'd lined with brown lip liner.
"You're so sweet, baby!" She laughed, as a pang of guilt swept through Michael, realising Bernadine called him baby. All the time.

He brushed her off with a smile as she flung her arms around his neck and breathed in his floral scent. Shana was mad for Michael and she knew it. She was even madder at herself, for involving herself with a married man. She often would try to ignore his wedding ring, or push his hands away when they made love, and he sensed her reasons for this. Michael had become accustomed to removing his ring, and feeling no way about it, and that made her feel even more guilty.

Although she'd do anything to be Bernadine, her intentions were never to hurt her, or Michael's kids, because then she'd be a home wrecking bitch.. And she knew that. Although Shana was tired of Michael's complacency, she respected his loyalty to his wife, even though she'd replace her in a heart beat.

Shana placed a soft kiss on Michael's neck, which in many's eyes, could be similar to a kiss of death. Once Michael felt her soft lips on his skin, he discarded his former life completely, and became Michael, a single man on tour. His hands found her hips, and so he moved away so that her heavenly lips could touch his.
"Mm," she moaned, "Let me put this down.."
"Wear it for me.." Michael tugged her wrist before she turned away, and Shana stumbled back into his arms, looking up at him with a grin.
"Wear..?" She asked softly.
"For me, yes," He finished, "I want you to just wear the necklace.." He smiled. Michael was subconsciously trying to duplicate his wife with Shana, and he didn't even know it. Making her wear jewellery was the first step to her assimilation.

"That's hella kinky, ooh.." She mumbled, as he picked up the necklace, and waited for her to take the dressing gown off. Shana removed it slowly, turning away from him, so he could watch her from the back. He watched as the silky fabric slipped from her shoulders, down her back, and eventually exposing that beautiful ass. It wasn't Bernie's ass, but it was perfect nonetheless.

"Jesus.." Michael breathed as the gown pooled at her feet. His eyes feasted on her ass, and already his trousers became tight against his skin. His hands were burning as he opened the latch of the chain, and lost his mind when she lifted her hair for him.
"Come on, Mikey!" She giggled, as he licked his lips, and stepped behind her, pushing his erection into that peachy butt. She giggled at the contact, and shivered when the cold metal came around her neck. Michael kissed her back, and then her wrists as she held her hair, and clipped the necklace in place.

"Done.." He whispered, snaking his hands up her stomach, and grabbing a breast in each hand. Shana's breasts were supple and small, but they certainly were beautiful. Her nipples were like little caramel chips, that stood to attention whenever touched, and he loved the intoxicating smell they created together. He massaged her breasts, and rubbed his groin into her ass, moaning her name to himself as she laughed breathlessly.

"You have the most beautiful titties.." Michael groaned helplessly, turning her around so he could see them. He closed his eyes and groaned. Michael was in heaven. His mouth was around her right nipple, sucking and nibbling and twisting as she laughed against his body, and gasped.