Blurred Lines Ch. 02

"Forgive you for what?"

"For what I'm about to do," I grabbed her head before she could even realize what was about to happen and I pressed my lips against hers. I didn't even wait for her response, I just took what I could and selfishly claimed her warm mouth. It was everything and so much more than anything that I could have ever asked for.

Her hands pushed against me and we struggled against one another but I soon got her to respond once I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth. She finally stopped resisting and began to return my kisses with as much fevered urgency as I had. Her hands tangled in my hair and I let out a low groan as her crotch brushed up against mine.

My hands slid down her back to grip her ass and at last, I lifted her up onto the sturdy desk. I was so desperate to get inside her that nothing else at that moment mattered. It was only me and her.

Her moan sent tiny goose bumps down my arms, "Make love to me," she purred trying to unbutton my shirt.

I fisted her soft hair in my hand and gently but firmly yanked her head back exposing her long, slender neck. She moaned in appreciation and I slipped my hand underneath her blouse and bra and palmed her breast, her nipple instantly hardened beneath my touch as I manipulated it to both our satisfaction. The soft noises that I elicited from her made my panties moist and the rest of my body hum with anticipation.

There was a small knock at the door and a child's voice called out, "Mom, are you in there? Daddy's on the telephone."

Like two horny teenagers whose parents had come home early, we both instantly stopped what we were doing and broke away from one another to readjust our clothing in record time. Vanessa's shaky voice called out, "Umm, I'll be right out sweetheart. Just give me a minute," she turned to me and hissed, "I told you this was a bad idea."

She quickly composed herself, and made sure that I was decent before opening the door to her young, precocious daughter who handed her the phone with a shrug, "He said he'll call back later." The little girl's eyes lit up once she saw me and she ran over to greet me with a hug.

I laughed and tickled her, "Well hello there, Mi Pequeña Princesa(my little Princess). What are you still doing up?"

"Mommy and me are baking cupcakes for my class tomorrow."

"Ohhh I love cupcakes," I told her enthusiastically. "What flavor?"

She smiled and told me in a proud voice, "Chocolate with sprinkles, do you wanna help us make them?"

"I would love to," I looked over at Vanessa hesitantly, "But only if it's okay with your mom."

The little girl turned to her mom who cut her off by holding up one finger. "On one condition. You go straight to bed as soon as we're done."

"Deal," she grabbed my hand and happily pulled me towards the kitchen. "Me and you can take turns stirring the bowl."

**

After baking two dozen chocolate cupcakes, and decorating them with rainbow sprinkles, we'd finally called it quits. The only remaining task was to clean the kitchen and Vanessa had gladly volunteered to handle that responsibility. I offered to pitch in but Sophie insisted that I read her a bed time story before she went to bed. I'm not exactly sure how it happened, but one story somehow turned into three. And before I knew it, her brother had also joined us for story time until one by one, they each fell asleep.

After carrying Cameron to his room, and tucking each one of them in their beds, I stuck my head inside the nursery to make sure that the baby was still asleep before heading downstairs.

Their mother was still in the kitchen tidying up when I found her. "They're out like a light," I announced. "It took three stories but they're all in their beds asleep. I think I even put the dogs to sleep."

"Thank you but you didn't have to do all that," she replied wiping the counter off with a dishcloth.

I walked over and stood beside the sink, "I wanted to. Besides I owe you an apology for my behavior. I should never have kissed you."

"My daughter almost caught us," she pointed out. "What if my husband or someone else had walked in?"

"There's something that you need to know about me. I've never been involved with a married woman until I met you. This is all brand new to me and it's not something I normally do."

"I believe you," she confessed. "I'm just really confused and really scared. I love my life with my husband but I can't stop thinking about you. And that really really scares me."

"I'm scared too," I admitted. "I'm scared to death of losing you. I'm scared to fall in love with you because there's a very big chance that my heart will get broken in the end. I'm scared that if that happens, it'll completely destroy me."

She ignored my declaration and turned her body away from me to wipe nonexistent crumbs off the counter.

"Will you say something?" I demanded after the silence continued.

"I don't know what you want me to say."

"Just say something, say anything," I implored growing frustrated. She still had yet to speak and I took it as a sign to cut my losses and go home. "Fine, don't say anything. Your silence tells me everything I need to know."

Her voice stopped me cold, "You don't understand what I'm going through. I never thought I'd be someone that cheats on their spouse."

"I don't want you to be that person either. But I don't know how to just walk away from you."

Vanessa finally lifted her head up to face me and I noticed that her eyes were sparkling with unshed tears, "I don't want you to walk away from me. You're scared that you'll fall for me, but I'm pretty sure I'm already in the process of falling for you."

My heart jumped, and for the first time since I'd had my first kiss with a girl, during a game of spin the bottle, I felt butterflies in my stomach. I took a deep breath, "This is beyond crazy," I whispered mostly to myself. "We're not supposed to fall for one another."

"Tell me about it," she mumbled running her fingers through her long hair. "You're turning my life upside down."

I closed the space between us and embraced her, needing desperately to touch her. "I'm sorry, I swear I never meant for any of this to happen."

"But it did," she acknowledged holding on to me and resting her head against my chest, "Natalie Martin; what have you done to me?"

I lifted her chin up so that I could look into her eyes, "That I can't answer. But if you give me another shot, I'll prove to you just how much you mean to me. What time does Jay usually come home from work?"

"He called back while you were upstairs to let me know that he wouldn't be home for a while. He has some paperwork to finish up."

The tone in my voice left no doubt as to what my intentions were towards her. "Show me your bedroom," I suggested quietly.

She led me up the staircase to their master bedroom and as soon as we stepped inside the room, I closed and locked the door ensuring us privacy. I pulled her in for a slow, passionate kiss and without breaking eye contact, I pulled her blouse up and over her head before unfastening her bra. The first time we made love, I'd been in such a rush but this time I made it my personal mission to take my time with her. And cherish every moment. She unbuttoned her pants and slid them down her legs along with her lacy black panties.

As simple and basic as it was, there was just something about black lingerie that I found extremely sexy and it really turned me on. I massaged her sides and traced a few of her feint stretchmark's along her tummy. "I've tried everything to get rid of them but nothing works," she informed me self-consciously.

"Why?" I asked. "They're beautiful, y tu eres muy bonita"(and you're beautiful), I told her honestly before reacquainting my tongue with her mouth. "Perfecta."(Perfect)

She pulled away from me with a smile, "I love it when you speak to me in Spanish. It's such a turn on."

"If that's true, then you're going to love this," I murmured gently kissing her again."Te voy a comer asta que te vengas en mi boca miles de veses."

Vanessa cocked her head to the side, "And what does that mean exactly?"

I looked her over with a smirk, "It means I'm going to lick you until you come in my mouth a thousand times."

She blushed a deep crimson color and started to unbuttoned my shirt, "Not if I get to you first." Her eyes narrowed as she touched the wide scar below my navel. "I didn't even notice this last time we were together, what happened?"

"I was learning to ride my bike and I had a very ugly crash with my neighbors white picket fence. I ended up with that scar and a busted lip."

"You poor baby," she whisper and bent down to kiss my battle wound. Silently, she unbuttoned my belt and helped me take my jeans off, leaving me standing there in my bra and tight, pink, Calvin Klein, boxer briefs. Her hot gaze told me that she enjoyed seeing me in my lingerie just as much as I had enjoyed seeing her in hers. At last, she pulled down my tight boxer briefs and undid the front clasp to my bra so that my heavy breasts were finally freed.

We both stood there silently looking at each other for a moment. I think we were both comparing and contrasting our naked bodies. My body was more tanned because of my Puerto Rican heritage and somewhat more athletic than hers because of my background. But her body was curvier in all the right places. Her breasts were slightly larger than mine, her hips a tad bit wider, and her tummy slightly rounded all as a result of her past pregnancies.

Other than Mason's wife, I hadn't been around very many pregnant women. But something in my gut told me that Vanessa had been one of those truly radiant pregnant women that you always heard about. I timidly touched her stomach and my mind briefly envisioned her pregnant and glowing with our child.

Wait, what? Where in the devil had that thought come from?

I shook those thoughts out of my head as I led her towards the bed. After gently pushing her down on the mattress so that I could straddle her, I placed a soft kiss against the side of her neck and lightly nibbled on her tender flesh. She cooed softly and I leaned back to gaze into her eyes which were full of unbridled desire and yearning.

"Is this really what you want?" I asked brushing a stray strand of her hair away from her face. I was pretty certain that this was what she wanted, but I absolutely needed her to be sure.

"Yes," she responded quietly. "I want this. I want you."

My hands ran up and down her naked back before gripping the back of her neck so that I could bring her mouth to me for another kiss. Her hands instantly encircled me as I curled my tongue against her lips and traced the outline of her sweet mouth with it. She repeatedly tried to capture it in her mouth each time I'd slip it inside, but I was too quick and would pull it out teasing her. My guess is that she soon tired of my antics because she initiated our next kiss with such ferociousness that my entire body was left tingling. Her mouth was urgent and impatient as she attacked my lips with her own.

I felt her hands slide down my back as she grabbed ahold of my ass and squeezed it. I moaned into her mouth and broke the kiss purely out of surprise once I felt her finger lightly graze my asshole.

While I was still on top of her, she reached in between us to grasp my full breasts. Her hands held one in each hand, gently kneading them before rubbing my nipples. She sucked one into her mouth and I reacted by grinding my pussy against her, desperately seeking the contact.

I licked two of my fingers before reaching in between her legs to cup her womanhood. My index finger casually lingered against her pussy lips and she tried to push herself against it but I wouldn't take her bait.

She moaned my name and an intense jolt of pleasure hit me straight in my groin. "Stop teasing me," she warned tightening her grip around me.

I firmly pushed two fingers inside her and bit into her shoulder causing her to gasp out loud. "You know you like it," I declared. "This belongs to me, remember that."

"Yes," she whimpered pushing her hips against my piercing fingers.

"Get comfortable," I instructed as I climbed off of her so that she could lie down on the bed. She grabbed a pillow to rest her head on and watched me with vested interest as I kneeled between her legs. I lifted her left leg up to massage her feet and then her ankle before kissing my way up the rest of her leg stopping just at her inner thigh. Once I finished with her left leg, I raised her right leg up and gave it the same exact treatment. "If I had my strap-on with me, you would be in so much trouble," I cautioned placing a kiss against her right inner thigh.

She blushed, "I don't have one of those but I do have something else," she admitted. "But I haven't used it yet."

My head quickly shot up, "You have a sex toy? Where is it?"

"It's under the bed in a large, black shopping bag."

I leaned over the side of the bed and peered underneath it for a large, black shopping bag. Once I finally saw what she was referring to. I pulled the discreet shopping bag out and looked inside it before taking the object out. It was a curved, 8 inch, pink, glass dildo that was unopened. I quickly opened the packaging and examined it, imagining all the things I would do to Vanessa using it.

I repositioned myself back between her legs and watched her face very closely, "Do you trust me?" I asked and she briefly hesitated before nodding her head.

I pressed her knees back towards her chest and rubbed the dildo against her, so that she could feel the coldness and smoothness of it. "How does it feel?"

"Cold but good," she admitted taking a deep breath with her eyes closed.

I laid the toy down on the bed beside her and kissed her pussy, "I bet you want it inside of you, don't you?"

She nodded again and I spread her lips open with my forefingers, so that I could slide my tongue against her. Her insides were already slick with moisture so I used my tongue to spread it around, making sure that she was nice and ready for what I had in store for her. I watched her hands play with her breasts as I moved my head from side to side, lubing her up. She squirmed on the bed and pushed her pussy further into my mouth.

I removed my mouth from her and reached for the glass toy. "I know what you want," I whispered pushing it inside her.

"Ohhh," she grunted, seemingly surprised at the girth of it.

My free hand stroked her thigh encouraging her to continue, "Relax baby, there's still a little bit more."

"More?" she choked out breathing heavily.

"Just trust me," I insisted and pressed it further in, until it was about two-thirds inside of her.

She growled deeply as I slowly withdrew the object before pushing it right back in causing her body to jolt forward. "Ahh. . . .mhmm," she groaned and flexed her toes. I withdrew once more, almost pulling it out completely, before sliding it back inside her. She reacted by pressing her fist against her mouth to conceal what would've been her scream. We fell into a nice rhythm as I watched it slide in and out of her sex.

She was holding it together until I massaged her clitoris with one hand while still pumping in and out of her with the toy. Her beautiful face contorted and her mouth rounded open, signaling that she was about to come. I quickly removed the dildo and replaced it with my mouth. I gave her one long lick and her juices once again exploded into my awaiting mouth. Just as she had the previous night before, she tasted sweet but slightly bitter and I tried to gulp down as much as I could.

After tossing the toy to the floor, I scooted up to her on the bed and pulled her to me so that I could hold her. Her breathing was still irregular and her body glistened with perspiration. "You shouldn't touch me, I'm all sweaty," she warned.

I kissed her sweaty forehead, "I'm not sure if you know this or not, but they have this new invention called the shower. I was thinking that we could test it out when we get finished."

Vanessa gave me a sleepy smile, "You're such a smartass. And what do you mean after we get finished? I'm exhausted."

"That's why I'm giving you time to recover. Because that ass is mine tonight, pun intended."

She snuggled against me closer and gave me a quick kiss, "Whatever you say."

Deep down, I knew it was morally wrong and extremely fucked up of me to lie in someone else's bed with their wife. But being in bed with Vanessa for the second night in a row, left me with a deep sense of peace and belonging that I couldn't remember having ever felt previously with anyone.

In all of my past relationships, I'd always been so guarded and afraid to really put myself out there. But with Vanessa, I never felt that way. She seemed to accept and embrace who I was and I prayed it wouldn't change once I told her the truth "I thought you didn't like sex toys," I stated after a moment. "You said that you and Jay never used them."

She yawned, "I actually didn't even own one until a week ago. I wasn't going to buy anything but the nice lady at the sex store convinced me to take it home and try it out. It came highly recommended."

"I have to be honest with you, as much as I love being with you, we're being very unfair to your husband," I admitted. "You and those kids are his world, he loves you all unconditionally."

"And I meant what I said, I love him too."

"So what do you want from me?" I questioned. "Because as much as I love being with you, we can't keep doing this."

She idly stroked my hand, "I've been monogamous my entire life, I've never cheated on anyone until now. I don't like infidelity because I'm a one person kind of woman," She paused. "My parents have been together for over thirty years and I just always assumed that Jay and I would end up just like them. But then you came along and everything changed."

"It's funny because about a month before I moved here, I'd sworn off love after my last relationship."

She rested her head on her elbows looking all sexy, "What happened if you don't mind me asking?"

"We'd been together for about a year and a half, off and on. More off than on," I elaborated. "She was a great person but she didn't know how to stop cheating on me. Every time it happened, she'd cry and act all remorseful and I'd forgive her. But then a couple months later, it would happen all over again."

She twirled a strand of my hair around her finger, "When did you finally break up with her?"

"I got off work early one day and stopped by her house to surprise her. Long story short, the surprise ended up being on me because I caught her banging her next door neighbor's fiancé in the neighbor's pool. She tearfully confessed to me that they'd been sleeping together for a couple of weeks."

"Are you serious?" she exclaimed angrily. "Please tell me you jumped in and tried to drown them both?"

I chuckled. "No but the thought did cross my mind. However, I was so over it by then that I didn't even really care. I was emotionally drained at that point."

"Good," Vanessa remarked. "Because she didn't deserve you."

"One might say that I don't deserve you."

"How can you say that?" she disputed. "You're the nicest, most honest, funniest person that I've ever known. I'm the one that doesn't deserve you."

I brushed her hair back, "I'm flattered that you have so much faith in me but I really need to tell you something. Something that I've been keeping from you to protect you."

She sat up, "Are you sick? Are you in trouble?"

"No, it's nothing like that."

"What is it then?"

I took a deep breath and prepared to confess the truth to her, "The night that you had people over for dinner, I overheard a conversation that your husband was having."