Temptation

One Glass

"To you, to me, to our daughter, to our new lives, to our family. Happy Anniversary, baby. I love you." Ben clinked their glasses together, then leaned over and kissed Cassie. "I love you, too, Ben," she told him. "I'm so glad this worked out."

He took her hand as he said, "Me, too, love. We deserve a break, don't you think?" She scoffed as she said, "Yeah, you do. All I do is sit around all day while you work." Ben could sense a bit of jealousy in her voice. 

He took a sip of his water, then said, "You take care of our daughter. That's a job in itself." He cut into his chicken and popped a piece into his mouth as he watched her pick at her steak. 

"I know it's not teaching," he gently told her, "but it's just as important. Actually, you can look at it as if you're teaching her about life. Hell, you teach her more than I do. I'm hardly home."

"I'm not getting into this now," Cassie told him. "I would like to enjoy tonight without thinking about anything for once." Ben gave her a small nod and said, "Of course. Um...so what's the plan tomorrow?" She told him how they were going to pick up Ella in the morning, then head to brunch with Anna, Roger and Kerry. The rest of the day was up to them. 

As they were sharing dessert, Cassie decided to break some news. She figured she'd do it in a public place, rather than in private. "Ben," she said, making him look up at her. "I've decided on something." He put his spoon down and gave her his full attention. "What's that, love?" He asked.

"Uh, well...I'm going on almost eight years sober now and I thought that...well, I thought I might start drinking socially. You know, when we go out like this and I have a glass of wine. I'm not talking about going to clubs and getting drunk. Just one glass of something."

This was clearly a shock to Ben. He stopped mid-chew of his dessert and just stared at her. "Um...uh..." He was having trouble gathering his words. "Are you...are you sure that's such a good idea?" He asked. "Because, quite frankly, I don't."

He could see the light and hope in her eyes fade immediately away. "Sweetheart, you have been doing so well," he said, taking her hands in his. "I would hate for one sip of wine to ruin all of it. It's not you I don't trust, it's the alcohol. I understand why you would want this, I just don't understand how you could."

He knew everything he said was a bit harsh, but she needed to hear it. He did not want her drinking. 

On their way back to the hotel, it was oddly quite, but Ben didn't think anything of it. He figured she was thinking about the sex that was about to ensue as much as he was. He's got plenty of ideas up his sleeve for her. 

When they got into the room, Ben immediately locked the door and started taking off his jacket. His wife, on the other hand, was heading for the bathroom. Probably just wants to freshen up, he thought to himself. As soon as she closed the door, he unzipped his pants and unbuttoned his shirt, but didn't take them off.

He then grabbed one of the dozen roses he had delivered to the room and put it in between his teeth. He grabbed a chilled bottle of sparkling cider and popped it open before pouring them into champagne glasses. She still hadn't come out of the bathroom and it concerned him. 

Keeping the rose between his teeth, he grabbed the champagne glasses and tapped on the bathroom door with his foot. She didn't answer, so he turned the handle with his elbow and gently pushed the door open. 

There she was, in the larger than large bath with candles lit and soothing music in the background. Ben frowned at the sight. He set one of the glasses next to her on the tub, then took the flower and set it there, too. "If you offered, I would have joined," he told her. 

She had her eyes closed as she sighed, "I wanted some time to myself." Ouch. Out of all the nights she could want time to herself, their anniversary should not be one of them. "Okay," he said, sitting down at the edge of the tub, "well, it is our anniversary and alone time isn't exactly an option. What is wrong with you?"

After a moment, she opened her eyes and looked up at him. "There's plenty of room in here," she told him. Sighing, he slowly took of his clothes, then got in with her. The moment he sat down, she curled up to him; her head on his chest, one leg over his hip. He quirked up a smile and put his arms securely around her. 

"I only wanted time alone so I could think," she told him, "not so I could be away from you." That made him feel slightly better. She continued, "I feel stupid for wanting to have an occasional drink, but I also feel like it would normalize some things."

Ben had to laugh at that. "Cass, you don't need to normalize anything. You've got a husband, a daughter, friends who adore you on two different parts of the world. You don't need alcohol to do anything for you." 

She buried her face into his neck and breathed him in. "I know I can handle it," she told him. He ran his hands all over her back and said, "I'm sure you probably could, but I would rather you not risk it. I can't believe what this conversation is turning into."

He put his hand over his face and let out a huge sigh. "Can we please just get back to this another day? I want to enjoy my anniversary, not try and fix another one of your problems." He immediately put his hand over his mouth as if he didn't mean for that to slip out. He didn't even have much time to react before Cassie was getting out of the bath. 

"Shit, Cass, I'm sorry!" He reached for her, but she was quick and out of the bathroom in a flash. Ben quickly hopped out and didn't bother with a towel before going after her. "Honey, I didn't mean that," he called. When he went into the room, he saw her sitting on the bed, her back to him and heard her softly crying. 

Slowly, he grabbed his robe and put it on before grabbing hers. He went over and put the robe on her shoulders. "Sweetheart," he softly said as he sat down next to her, "I am so sorry." She lightly shook her head and told him, "No, I'm sorry. Seriously, I think too much and I say too much and I make it into something it shouldn't be."

He gently put his hand on her shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "Honey, there's a name for that. It's called anxiety. I've always known you've had it and I've tried to keep that in my mind when your thoughts pop up like this, but it just got away from me tonight. I so wanted to have a stress free night with you and when you brought up wanting to drink, that was like opening a gateway for stress. I had this night planned out and when it didn't go the way I planned, I just...snapped, I guess."

Both of them had their heads hanging low. "What did you have planned?" Cassie softly asked. He looked over at her and quirked up a small smile. "Sex, mostly," he told her, making her laugh. He continued, "But not just any sex. Usually we have to rush it or keep it quiet. Tonight, I wanted to take my time. I wanted to lavish you in kisses and bites, taste every inch of your skin I could reach. I wanted to make you squirm and giggle when I tickle your stomach and thighs."

He moved his body towards her and continued, "I want to make you scream with my face buried between your thighs for hours. I mean that, too. I want you sitting on my face, I want to hold you upside down, I want my face on you in every position possible."

He smiled when he saw her legs tremble. He made his voice a bit deeper as he said, "And then I want to let you do all you can to me if you have the strength. I would never force you to suck me off, but nothing would turn me on more than seeing your head bobbing between my legs, hearing you slurp and choke on my thick cock. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

The only answer he needed was her loud gulp. "After that," he said, his voice going lower as he gently led her on her back, "I'll haul you up and set you down on my throbbing dick. You probably won't have enough strength to ride me, so I'll help you by thrusting up and up and up into your tight little pussy."

He started parting her robe, then carefully moved her thighs apart. His smile couldn't be any wider at how wet he had gotten her. Looking back into her eyes, he continued, "I'll eventually flip you over and get on top, pounding into you mercilessly. 

She linked her fingers around his neck and brought his face down to hers. "So, what are you waiting for?"