Sunday, July 31, 2022, 12:16pm
A bitter week follows
The house feels incomplete, like a cave more than a home. It's too quiet most nights without his wife in the living room watching her shows, or his daughter stomping up and down the stairs. His sister called him once, and he got to FaceTime with Zoe.
June remains estranged.
Work is his reprieve—the place where he can be normal, where he can provide meaning.
Deadlines come and go like usual.
Meetings. Client calls. Lunches with Fallon. Then dinners at her place.
The sex had grown intense. The girl was insatiable. She wanted him daily—sometimes even during work.
The workweek ends like any other, though this time Fallon comes home with him for the weekend.
It's now Sunday in the Reiner house. The first floor sits undisturbed—ceiling fans spin lazily, July sunlight finds its way in through the curtains, and the walls hold their breath.
Upstairs, a woman moans.
William lays back in the bed, hands pressing red marks into the skin of Fallon's hips. She's straddled over him, grinding with purpose, chasing her need. He watches her from below, riding his own high.
"You feel so good, Mr. Reiner..." she whimpers, sliding herself along him.
Her palms push against his chest as she dips down.
She trembles as he presses deeper. His hands slide up her back, bringing her body into his. Their lips connect, slow, savoring each other's taste. The bed rocks harder as Fallon throws herself back.
His breath catches mid-entry. She moans free and unrestrained. Her heat clenches around him like a silk-clad hand.
Then, they converge.
Muscles tighten and twitch as their voices fall over each other. Until the last wave ebbs.
When it's over, they lie there catching easier breaths. Fallon keeps her perch upon him like a flower through a crack of concrete. Her cheek shifts against his chest, feeling and hearing his anxious heart as it steadies.
"That was so good, sir... I could stay like this forever."
"I thought you wanted to go to the mall?" he asks, smirking.
Her chest rises off him, perky tits squishing between her arms as they straighten.
"I-I do!" she says, nodding.
His hand claps against her ass. She squeaks at the sudden pinch of pain but returns it with a giggle.
"Good." He taps her hip, already rolling over. "Let's shower and get ready. We'll find you a pretty dress for your birthday dinner."
Their bodies decouple with a wet sound.
He stretches his arms while Fallon remains in bed. She stirs with delight, hands pattering together in a quiet celebration.
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The Affair
Roman d'amour𝑨 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝑰𝑷 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚, 𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆. What starts as a fun, spontaneous tryst quickly devolves into something unexplainable and sinister. When William's family...
