Pat

A dream

I couldn’t sleep that night. Every time I closed my eyes I saw her and everything she did to me.

I could feel her lips on mine, her naked body rubbing against mine and her mouth sucking on my clit. My body was yearning for her and I couldn’t control it. I turned and saw Gabe asleep so I went to get a glass of milk. My phone lit up and it was a message from her.

“Hey walking temptation, I know you are not asleep because I’m not and I’m sure you’re the one keeping me awake in your thoughts,” I almost giggled out loud.

“You are the one keeping me awake. Stop thinking about me and let me sleep,”

“I can’t stop thinking about you. If I knew you were this kind of a drug I should have kept off you,”

“I’m not a drug it’s just that I can’t be yours and it’s giving you a thrill. If I were, you’d be bored already.”

“I beg to differ. We can even bet on it,”

“Bet on what?”

“That I’m only into you for the thrill of it. If that’s the case I’ll leave you alone but if not I don’t mind sharing you with your husband as long as you don’t double dip,”

“What is double dip?”

“Have sex with me after having sex with him,”

“After Tariq was born Gabe and I had sex because of you,”

“What do you mean?”

“He got jealous after finding out that I gave you rides so to distract him, I had to use sex,”

“You’re bad,”

“I panicked that’s all,”

“So are you going to give me that contract?”

“If you are up for it,”

“We can start tomorrow. I’m sure you can come up with an excuse to get out of the house for a few hours,”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, don’t disappoint me,”

“Have I disappointed you so far?”

“No, you haven’t and don’t lose the streak,”

The following day I was done with my orders by two and told Gabe I was going to visit a friend. It had been long since I did that so he didn’t ask too many questions.

She started on me at the door. We didn’t even get to the couch we just fell on the rag and it was as mind blowing as the previous day.

“You’ll get me addicted to you,” she said laying next me on the floor.

“You’ve got me questioning my sexuality.”

“That’s because you are not straight, you are a lesbian,”

“I am straight,”

“Since when did a straight woman eat pussy so professionally? How many have you had?”

“You are my first,”

“I don’t think so. Maybe you had plenty you just don’t remember,”

“I think I’d remember mind blowing sex like this,”

“Okay, maybe you are a lesbian but got married because of pressure and you never got to experience this other side,”

“Maybe,” she gave me a kiss.

“I can’t believe I’m here with you again,”

“Again?”

“I mean… what I meant was it was just yesterday that we were together,” I had a feeling that was not what she meant.