Page 23 of The Regrettable Mistake

“Rough night too. My client insisted on drinks to seal the deal. Thought I’d never get back home to my family.”

My wife smiled at that before she stretched and turned her body enough to meet me half way for a kiss. The loving little peck she had expected quickly turned heated. Despite being tired, there was one tried and true way to rid myself of the residual stress of the day and that was to crawl between my wife’s creamy thighs and lose myself in her body for a little while.

I gently pulled Steph over onto her back and then eased her thighs apart. She smiled sweetly up at me as I crawled between her legs.

“Were your celebratory drinks at a strip club?”

My eyes shifted from where I’d been admiring her already damp pussy to look into her eyes. Her sense of humor always captivated me and it never failed to show on her face. Her eyes brightened as she grinned at me. “You did, didn’t you?”

I shrugged. “It was his strip club, but we were in the owner’s lounge and there were no strippers in there, if that’s what you’re asking. You’re the only reason I’m right here,” I emphasized as I rubbed the head of my cock against her clit several times. “You make everything better, Precious.”

Her eyes glinted with a hint of moisture just as I lined up and drove my cock home in her sweet heat. “You like it when I call you that?”

“I like it when you come home and surprise me like this,” she answered in that teasing way of hers.

“Yeah, you like it when I call you Precious and fuck you into believing it.” If she knew what it had always meant to me, that would have been insulting. For the first time ever, I felt bad about thinking that shit. So, instead of fucking her hard and fast the way I normally would, I rolled my hips slowly and teased her with gentle movements.

Steph’s eyes widened at the change of pace. We had only ever fucked. I’d never slowed things down and made love to her because it was a line that shouldn’t be crossed for a woman who I had no intention of falling for – in the beginning.

“Ollie?” She questioned. My wife might have been oblivious to a lot of shit, but this was different and even she understood that.

“Shh,” I hushed her as I pulled out slowly and then raised her hips just a bit before gliding back inside at an agonizing clip. Her eyes rolled back as her fingers clawed into my forearms. “That’s it, Steph. Feel that?” I asked. She bit into her plump bottom lip and nodded as I stroked against that spot harder. Her pussy fluttered around my dick and it was me who had to hold back a moan then. “Yeah you do. You feel it better this way, every inch of you that I stroke is screaming for more as I pull back out.”

“Ollie,” Steph whimpered. The way she huffed out my name with such desperation would be replayed in my mind for years to come.

After putting a pillow under her hips to keep them tilted at just the right angle, I rode my wife with torturously slow strokes as my hands explored her body in a way I’d never allowed myself to do in the four years we’d been together. She was beautiful. Her dusky-rose nipples and the surrounding areola were like live wires as I touched and teased. The nipples standing at attention while the little bumps along her areolas demanded attention too.

I gave it to them as I kneaded her breasts and lightly pinched those nipples before leaning forward where I sucked them into my mouth one at a time. Each one grew harder as the wetness left behind by my mouth was exposed to the air.

My hips rocked forward and back, and with each suck on her exquisite tits, I gave a little swivel and swirl as I drove into her tight body. My mouth drew up as my need increased and I planted kisses along her collarbone, sucked at her neck, and then devoured her mouth as my thrusts increased. Steph’s hands, long since removed from the hold she had on my arms, trailed up my thighs and then dug in at my lower back, as if she could pull me closer. When that didn’t happen, she groaned illicitly and dragged her fingernails up my spine until she could grasp my shoulder blades with her hands while her legs wrapped around my middle and she pulled harder to get me deeper inside of her body.

“Getting close, sweet Stephanie?”

“Yes,” she whimpered against my shoulder as her teeth nipped me there. “Yes, Ollie. God, it’s never been this good.”

I didn’t miss the part she left off there. It had never been that good with me. I’d made her come before. I wasn’t a complete monster, but her needs had never been my focal point. It was only then, four years into our relationship, that I realized what I’d been missing out on. What we both had been missing out on. I promised myself then and there, since Julia had never come back, I was going to finally pack her away for good and give everything to my marriage. No more holding back.

Steph’s hips thrust upward to meet my own downward drive into her pussy and then, as if we decided it together, we both picked up the pace until we finally reached a frantic point of no return. My wife tipped over first and the way her cunt squeezed my cock made me forget that I needed to pull out. We were supposed to use condoms for a while because of the medication she’d taken for a recent round of strep throat that she’d caught from the kids at school.

I only allowed myself a fraction of a second to worry because there was no way I’d pull out and ruin the feeling of her pussy milking my cock like our very lives depended on it.

After a few minutes, Steph snuggled into my chest and kissed me just above my nipple. “That was everything, Ollie.” Her voice was a little rough around her normally sweet edges, giving away just how vocal she had been.

“I hope we didn’t wake Den with all that noise you were making.”

“I always thought everyone was full of crap when they said someone made them scream during sex,” she whispered. “Sorry, I’ll try to be quieter next time. At least Den usually sleeps like the dead.”

Her admission made me feel like shit. Our sex life had seriously been lacking. I always thought she had to fight to hold back on being vocal because she worried about my son overhearing us. I never realized it had never been an issue to begin with. That would have to change. My wife would have to try very hard not to scream during sex with me moving forward.

I winced as I thought about that night and the promise I’d made myself. There hadn’t been any sex moving forward. That had been the last time we were intimate. Three fucking months after that night of perfection with my wife and I’d thrown it all away for a mediocre hate-fuck with my ex that sent me down a guilty-spiral.

“We should probably sit down and talk about a few things,” Steph informed me on an overly loud exhale.

“Steph,” I called to her but she kept walking to the other room where she took a seat across the dining room table from where I entered. It was clear she meant to keep the table between us, but I ignored that and moved to take the seat beside her. “I’m so sorry for everything.”

“What does ‘everything’ mean, Ollie?”

“I’m sorry for ever being dumb enough to go there with Julia. I’m sorry that I got swept up in the nostalgia of being near her. I’m sorry that she had a plan to use me and that I fell right into that trap. Most of all, I’m sorry that you are the one who keeps getting hurt because of my stupid inability to realize she was never a good person to begin with.”

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