EroticReverie

Curtis Cash

"You....you don't?" Janelle asks and she bites her lip, making my eyes go right to it, my own teeth grinding together wanting that lip between them, wanting to replace her teeth with my own. Only I'd bite her lip much harder, I'd suck on it, draw her plump fucking lip in my mouth and devour her. I wanted my tongue running over it, wanted my fist in her hair , pulling her hair gently as I tongued her hot lips and licked the inside of her sexy fucking mouth. 

"I don't." I say. 

Yes, I wanted to be a good man. I didn't want to be a man that cheated on his wife. But James was right, things with Miranda and I  , might not have been declared as over, but they were. The attraction I had to her was gone, and so was hers to me. We weren't in love anymore and I don't think either of us really wanted to force it. Relationships took work, I didn't want to just give up and throw our marriage away. But I wanted to be in love with my wife. Not just go through the motions and pretend. I wanted to crave her every second of the day like I used to. Not have meaningless , no longer passionate sex. I wanted what I used to have. I wanted fire, and passion, I wanted to not be able to keep our hands off each other. I wanted to just be fucking happy. And we weren't.  

"I think..." she starts and then licks her lips. "I think you'll regret it." she says as I take a step towards her and she inhales, and I watch her entire body shiver as I come closer and stand right in front of her. 

"I wanted to go last night. To the bar." I tell her and she swallows with a single nod. 

"I wanted to see you. I wanted to...I wanted to give you that kiss goodnight." I say and she licks her lips again. 

"I...I wanted that to." she says and I reach my hand to grab her waist and then draw it back, knowing the second I touched her, I wouldn't be able to stop. Even standing this close to her, smelling her perfume, feeling her body and her presence this fucking close, I was only inches from having her breasts pressed against my chest, from our bodies making contact. 

"Tell me another secret Janelle." I say and she exhales her eyes closing as if she too can feel the insane pull happening. Our bodies wanting to touch, just to feel how well they fit together. 

"A shameful one." I say, my voice low and her eyes open. They lift to mine, and I loved how even though she was only a few inches shorter than me when she wore heels, I loved that she seemed so fucking small when her eyes looked at me the way they did. 

My eyes go to her mouth as her lips part to speak. Her tongue peeking out , and licking her lips again, and my nostrils flare, my teeth clenching together as I fight the urge to kiss her fucking mouth right here and now. 

"I want...I..." she stops and her breathing , like my own is growing faster and heavier and were not even fucking touching, just close, so fucking close and I take the move, I inch closer till her breasts are against my chest, both of us looking down at the contact and her chests rises with each breath, her breasts moving against me and she lets out the softest noise and my ears take it in, the sound going straight to my cock. The tiniest little gasp with the softest moan as she shifts slightly, and her breasts move the tiniest bit against me and then back. 

"what do you want?" I ask, my voice low and my eyes are back on hers as she lifts them. 

"I want you." she says, her breathing ragged and she licks those fucking lips again and her eyes go down to where her tits push against me a bit more and she bites her lip. 

"I want you to be sure when you touch me...you won't regret it." she says and lifts her eyes. 

"I don't want you to see me everyday and hate the sight of me." she says. 

I take a deep breath, because I didnt want that either. 

"I don't want to either." I say and she lifts her eyes. 

The thing was, I wasn't only thinking about my wife. I was thinking about Janelle too. Her feelings mattered to me too. I didn't want her to be a "side piece" , or an affair.

"I don't want to make you 'the other woman' Janelle." I tell her. 

A small smile forms in the corner of her lips. 

"What?" I ask. 

"Only a good man would care about that." she says. 

I shake my head. "That doesnt make me a good man." 

"Tell me a secret." she whispers her eyes lifting up and down slightly as she takes in my face. 

I groan. My cock was hard and I was seconds away from fucking my morals. I push her with my chest, nodding my chin, gesturing for her to step back, and she does, my foot steps following her and she swallows until she's backed against the wall and I raise my hands. Placing them on either side of her and press my chest against hers, I exhale a soft groan as she gasps quietly.  And like a bastard, I dig my erection into her. 

"Oh god" she whispers, her breathing faster. "Curtis" she says my name and I groan.

I lower my head slightly, bringing my cheek to hers, and she inhales, her breasts pressing harder against me, her hips pushing forward and I groan softly. 

"Am I still a good man?" I ask quietly , my mouth near her ear. 

"yes" she whispers softly, both of us still keeping our hands to ourselves as if rubbing against each other like this doesnt count against us. 

"My secret is...that the things I'm thinking about right now...are not the thoughts of a good man." I say, my voice a slight growl as I say it through gritted teeth and she whimpers softly and I groan. 

"God, don't make that noise Janelle" I say, warning her.

"Tell me what you're thinking" she breathes. 

I lick my lips and pull back so I can look at her, letting my hips move forward, grinding into her and she whimpers again. 

"fuck" I growl and my hands twitch to push off the wall and grab her body and grind my dick against her harder. Wanting to pull her cunt to me and rub my fucking dick against her through our clothes. 

"I'm thinking I want to know how hard your nipples are right now." I say and she moans. 

I push into her harder, grinding my hips, and she gasps. 

"They're so hard" she breathes and I curse.

"I want to know if you're wearing panties, and how fucking wet they are." I say, unable to believe the words coming out of my mouth, knowing that regardless of not touching her, that what were doing, what Im saying, fucking counts as cheating on my wife. But I let us play the game of no hands , and no kissing , as she answers me. 

"I'm wearing panties..." she breathes and I groan as she pushes herself against me, her own hips rolling into mine. 

"they're black lace" she whispers and I lean my head forward, my forehead touching hers, our mouths breathing heavily as she moans and my hands push harder to the wall, fighting the urge to throw them down into her dress and lift it, bunching the fabric and getting a look at her lace covered cunt. 

"and.." she licks her lips. "they're soaked Curtis." she says and I curse.

"a secret" I tell her. 

She bites her lip.

"I've never wanted to get fucked as bad as I do right now." she says and I growl and rip away from the wall , leaving her eyes wide in surprise and I turn and rub my hands over my face and through my hair. 

"Fuck." I growl and look back at her, panting with her back against the way. 

"You have to get out." I say looking at her, her brows pinching. 

"I...I'm sorry" she says.

I shake my head. "No...don't...don't fucking apologize." I tell her. 

"I...fuck..." I say in frustration and look at her, her dress, her stockings, those fucking legs and those heels. 

"What else are you wearing under your dress ?" I ask her, standing a good distance away from her. 

"I...I'm ...do you...do you want me to leave?" she asks. 

I shake my head, unable to make up my mind. It was a dangerous game to play, to let her stay in here, when I wasn't sure how much fucking will power I had to keep my hands off her. 

"A garter belt." she answers and I lift my hand, biting my knuckle. I fucking knew it. Fucking knew it. 

"Show me the straps." I say and her brows lift. 

"Only if you want to." I say. 

"I...do." she says. 

My eyes going from hers down to her hands as she reaches for the bottom of her dress, and my nostrils flares as I inhale slowly watching the fabric sliding up her thighs, revealing the scalloped lace at the top of her stocking, the clips of the garter belt showing, then the thin straps, running up the middle of her thighs. Her hands stopping right before revealing her panties. 

"fuck" I groan and my hand reaches to the front of my pants and she licks her lips as I adjust my cock, grabbing it slightly to relieve the ache. 

"Can I show you my panties Mister Cash?" she asks and my blood fucking flows faster, my dick throbbing and I clench my jaw hard, and I nod once. 

She was killing me. Fucking killing me and as her dress rose I wanted to fucking fall to my fucking knees and worship her. I wanted to walk over and press my nose and mouth to those fucking panties, smell her and taste her through them, suck whatever dampness was there off the fabric and add more dampness with my fucking tongue till she came in those hot fucking lace panties. 

"God" I growl as she spreads her feet apart, creating a space between her thighs and I take a harsh deep breath as she shifts her dress into one hand, holding it up at the middle above her panties. Her  other hand, fuck. 

I watched her other hand push down over the lace and press against them. 

"Janelle" I groan. 

"Don't make me stop" she whines quietly. "Please don't make me stop." she says and I watch as she pushes harder against her panties, rubbing herself through them. 

"I'm so fucking wet" she whimpers. 

"God, i'm so wet" she whines and her hand slides up and then down into her panties.

"fuuuuck" I groan and step back, instead of forward like I want as I watch her, her legs spreading a bit more, her hips jutting forward as she leans her back and shoulders and head against the wall. 

It was official. I wasn't a good man. Because I was about to watch Janelle touch herself for me and get herself off in my office.