Page 38 of Forbidden Temptations

She was just her. Alice Martin. Mother, wife and teacher, that was all and in that order. Everything else was no one else’s business.

Then again, she’d never told him that when they’d first hooked up, she’d been involved in an unofficial, on again off again fling with her roommate Samantha. Nor that it had continued after they’d started going steady, and that it had only stopped when they’d got married. Even then, while they had both moved on and settled down into actual relationships, occasionally, whenever she or Sam had felt the itch, they would arrange a girl’s night to relive old times.

Richard had never asked much about the nights, so she’d never lied to him about it.

It was foolish and reckless, she knew, and after, on the drive home, she always promised herself it would be the last. She loved her husband, but there was just something about sex with another woman that she craved as well. She just couldn’t help it.

It was so thrilling, feeling the graceful softness of another woman’s body on hers, the way they shuddered and writhed in the throes of ecstasy beneath her, and their sweet moans as they soared over the edge…

Not to mention their instinctive skill for knowing just how and when to touch. The old man’s adage was very apt and true. Only a woman knew what women wanted…

“You can stay with us,” she said without thinking. An idea spurred as much by the heat rising off the bath and the lush floral scent of the girl’s hair fogging her thoughts, as the devious ideas haunting her fantasies. “Stay as long as you need.”

It was a stupid idea, and Alice could have kicked herself for saying it. The flat was too small, there wasn’t room for them all. Where would she stay? There were only two bedrooms, and only one bed… where would she sleep, in bed with her and Richard-no no… don’t go there, don’t go there.

But it was too late. Her mind was already swimming with thoughts and ideas…

Naughty, dirty thoughts and ideas that sent a tingle of delicious shivers straight down to her core, making her pussy slick and clit throb once more.

“What?” Rebecca gasped, stilling for a moment, her eyes going wide as she looked up slowly from Alice’s shoulder. For the briefest moment, she looked terrified, yet no sooner had their gazes met than she looked down, her lower lip trembling. “Oh, um… thank you, Miss Martin… for everything, you’ve been so kind, and I… but I can’t stay here, I don’t deserve it… I… I…”

Her words came out in a rush, and the self-loathing in them set a fire in Alice’s soul.

Raising a hand to Rebecca’s chin, she tilted the girl’s head so she couldn’t look away. Her big doe eyes were round and questioning, desperate for comfort and reassurance. “Oh no, no, no… don’t say that. You’ve done nothing wrong.” Breathless, Alice could feel her heart racing as she slowly dipped her head down. “None of this is your fault.”

Rebecca shook her head, to overcome by the moment to notice. “No, it’s not him. I’ve done something… something horrible. I’m a terrible person and I don’t deserve-”

Alice’s mouth silenced any further objections.

Forthelongestmoment,Richard just watched Scarlet, the beast in him wanting to savour its victory, burning the sight of her stretched out beneath him into his memory.

Then the moment passed, and it plunged him face first into cold reality.

Oh fuck…

Scarlet looked back at him over her shoulder, her full lips half curling with that damn mocking smirk. “Mmm… was I a good little whore for you, Dick?”

“Knock it off, this... this was a mistake.” He stepped back and quickly shoved himself into his trousers.

She cooed and wiggled her ass, her rosebud agape and weeping pearl tears. “Aww…what’s the matterDick, the bitch going to throw a fit if you’re late?” Her eyes flashed, daring him to bite.

“Fuck you,” he snapped, resisting the sudden urge to put her over his knee, his nose wrinkling as his fingers fumbled with his belt buckle.

She straightened up and turned to face him, but made no effort to straighten the skirt still hitched about her hips. “We already played that game, remember?”

She lightly teased the petals of her sex with a finger before bringing the shiny digit to her lips.

“Yeah, well, maybe I’d rather forget.” He wheeled around and walked around the desk, refusing to watch, and doing his best to ignore the still obvious stiffness straining against his trouser leg.

No, he wouldn’t be tempted again.

However, Scarlet would not be dismissed so easily. Coming up behind him from the desk’s other side, she slid her hands around his waist to finger his shirt buttons while rising up on her tiptoes to nip his ear. “Aww… don’t be like that, lover. Come on, why don’t you let me take care of that for you? You don’t really want to go back to Alice smelling like sex, do you? There’s a private washroom and shower in Daddy’s office. I could wash your back for you and-”

“Forget it Scarlet!” Richard snapped. Angry and tired of her games, he brushed her hands away and rounded on her, so they were almost nose to nose. “This never happened, got it.”

Scarlet held her ground, however, her playfulness gone, melted away to reveal an expression as cool and hard as ice. All except her eyes. They burned hot and fierce. “Don’t kid yourself, Dick, that was the fuck of the century, and you know it. How long has it been since Alice fucked you like that? You think your little shop girl can?” Her smile spread wide, as cruel and sharp as a knife. “You’re going to want it again.”

She was right. About everything.

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