Good Girl Gone Bad Ch. 05

When I was happy, I turned to face Dennis. He had been ready for the last fifteen minutes, but it still wasn't seven thirty yet. He was wearing a nice pair of khaki pants and a light blue button up shirt. It wasn't any different than his standard work attire.

"Yep. I'm ready," I finally responded, crossing the room to meet him.

Dennis looked at me adoringly. He brought his hand to my chin and his thumb stroked my jawline. My breath caught in my throat.

"You look absolutely stunning." He leaned in and gave me a quick kiss, before pulling away. Even with kisses, Dennis was leaving me unfulfilled. I couldn't think of that now. I had to go meet our neighbors.

We left the house at seven-thirty and headed down our walkway to the sidewalk. I wasn't sure which house we were going to go to, but when we turned left, paranoia began to rise in me. It grew into a full scale panic when we turned left again and went up the walkway to the house next door, the house the man had escaped to yesterday.

I did the best I could not to show my fear as I didn't need Dennis asking questions. But in truth, I was more scared of the reaction of my unknown lover. I prayed that he had kept his lips firmly shut and would continue to do so.

"Hello," greeted a cheerful voice. "So glad you two could make it. Please, come in."

We followed the woman into her house. She was a little taller than I was and had a fuller frame. She was easily in her early thirties, with medium length brown hair and dark green eyes.

We entered her living room, which was exquisitely decorated. The furniture looked expensive, but it had a homey feel. I expected to see the floor littered with children's toys, but instead was greeted with many photos of the woman and her husband.

When I saw their wedding photo, my jaw went slack. It was him.

"Can you believe that was taken eight years ago? Seems like yesterday," I heard a deep voice say from behind. I turned to see that same gorgeous face in the picture, smiling at me. He hadn't aged a day.

"I'm Annie's husband," reaching his strong hand out to me. "Eric."

I hesitantly took his hand.

"Liz. I'm Dennis's wife."

"I assume that's short for Elizabeth."

I nodded.

"Pretty name," he said with a smirk.

"Thank you."

"Eric, have you met our new neighbors?" Annie's cheerful voice called.

"I was just talking to his wife Liz, dear. Have you met her?"

"Not formally." Annie maneuvered from behind her husband, reaching her arms around me and taking me in for a hug. "I'm Annie."

"Liz." Over her shoulder, I saw Eric turn his attention to greeting Dennis. He was giving no indication of our prior encounter and I hoped it would stay that way.

Soon, we sat down to dinner with the couple. It was a delicious and beautifully prepared feast. During the meal, we got better acquainted.

Annie was a flight attendant and was traveling frequently. Although she enjoyed it, she was eager to slow down and have children. She made no secret that she and her husband had been trying for a few years.

Eric was an online stock broker, so he worked from home. He took all the credit for the appearance of their house, as well as his backyard garden. During our conversations, he gave me no acknowledgment other than what was necessary, and over time, I became more at ease.

Annie and Eric were a very animated and loving couple. They shared many stories about the early stages of their relationship, trips they had taken as a couple, and both gushed about their wedding day. As they spoke, they stole kisses from each other and stared into each other's eyes. They seemed so madly in love, it was hard to believe that Eric had been capable of what he had done to me in the backyard.

We were enjoying the story of Eric and Annie's trip to Paris last spring when Dennis got a call on his work phone. He excused himself, but returned shortly with some disheartening news.

"I'm so sorry, but that was the hospital. They are dangerously understaffed tonight, so I'm afraid I have to go."

"Oh, that's unfortunate," Eric began.

"But your job is so important to the community. Please don't apologize. People need you," Annie finished for him.

I frowned as I stood up, enjoying my time with the couple.

"Oh, Liz you don't have to go," Dennis said. "If it is okay with Annie and Eric, by all means stay."

"Of course. I want to hear all about your honeymoon to Hawaii," Annie gushed, grabbing my hand and pulling me back into my seat.

"Okay."

Dennis smiled, gave me a quick kiss and then hurried out the door, leaving me with Annie and Eric. Our conversations continued as if Dennis had never left.

Eric had begun clearing the table when their house phone rang.

"Annie, it's the airline," Eric called from the kitchen.

"That's never a good sign," she mumbled as she headed to the kitchen.

I waited patiently in silence for a few minutes. Suddenly, Annie bolted through the dining room and up the steps to the second floor.

"I must apologize, Liz," Eric said, entering from the kitchen. "Annie just got a call from the airline. One of the stewardesses is sick and she needs to catch a flight to Dallas tonight."

"Oh, that's fine. I'll just head out, then."

"No," Annie shrieked as she reentered the room. She was out of breath.

"Please stay. Eric made a delicious desert. It would be a shame for it to go to waste." Annie was pleading me with her eyes. In the past few hours, we had become so close that I didn't want to say no to her.

"Okay."

"Yea!" She screamed, throwing her arms around me, giving me a bear hug.

"Have fun you two," she said pulling away from me. She hustled to her husband, sharing a kiss so deep and passionate, I had to look away, then left.

Eric and I were alone.

"Please, have a seat, Liz. I'll grab desert," he said with a genuine smile. He soon returned with a slice of apple pie for each of us.

"Is it always like this? You know, with Dennis leaving late," he asked.

"Yes. He's always on call. He wants to get as much experience and time in the hospital as possible."

"Career aspirations, I take it?"

"He wants to work his way up to head of the day shift as fast as possible, so he's putting in some extra hours."

"Smart man."

"What about Annie?" I asked, pushing my empty plate away.

"She always has a bag packed and ready to go. She just can't say no to anyone. She has such a sweet heart and always wants to help." He smiled as he gushed about his wife.

Eric stood up, removing his plate and putting his hand out for mine.

"Let me help you," I offered. He and his wife had been such gracious hosts, it was the least I could do.

I followed Eric to the kitchen and rinsed my plate off in the sink, before turning to put it in the dishwasher. As I stood up, I felt Eric's arms wrap around my waist and pull me into him.

Suddenly, his lips were on my neck, trailing kisses down my throat. Instinctively, I tilted my head back, giving him better access. The dormant ache between my thighs was rapidly returning as I panted beneath Eric's touch.

When I finally realized what I was doing, I pulled away, falling forward and catching myself on the counter. I collected myself quickly before turning to face him.

When I did, he had a sexy smirk plastered on my face. He knew I had enjoyed it.

"Why did you do that?" I asked.

"Have you seen yourself? You're the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen."

"But you're married, as am I."

"That hasn't stopped us before." He stepped forward, closing the gap between us. His hands ran up the sides of my dress, caressing my skin with the fabric.

"That was a mistake," I said, looking away from him.

I heard him lightly laugh as he brought his face closer to my skin, breathing me in. I felt him travel up my neck and across my cheek. My lips parted and I panted in excitement from his touch.

"Well, I've made a lot of mistakes in my marriage," he whispered in my ear. "About thirty of them with twelve different women."

"Why? I thought you loved your wife."

"I do. She's a sweetheart, but an empty bed can't get a man off. It takes a woman to do that."

Eric pushed his pelvis against mine, pinning me between him and the counter. His hands traveled up my sides, brushing past my breasts, before grabbing my dress straps and pushing them down. His lips found the skin of my bare shoulders and he kissed me.

The heat between my legs was getting worse and my breathing was becoming more ragged. I tried to will my body to stop, but it refused. I turned to conversation in hopes of abating my lustful urges.

"If you're so unhappy, why don't you leave?"

"Because she would get everything," he said, before returning to kiss my collarbone.

"And she'd still get everything if she found out about your affairs. And she'll take more from you when she gets pregnant."

Eric chuckled as he lifted his blue eyes to meet mine.

"You have to unload inside to have a baby."

"And you don't?"

He shook his head. Instantly, his eyes went from charming to hungry.

"No, but I'd love to shoot my load inside you."

He grabbed hair and pulled back quickly, tilting my face up to his as his lips crushed down into mine. He forced his tongue into my mouth and warred with mine. I moaned at the aggression of it all as my pussy was dripping in excitement.

My fingers knotted into his hair, taking him deeper into my mouth. He reached behind my legs and hoisted me onto the counter, lining my pelvis up with his cock. I could feel it beneath his pants, painfully hard. What I'd give to have it buried in me.

He pulled away, biting my lip as he left. Instinctively I tipped my head up and groaned, exposing my throat to the beast. He lunged at it, kissing and licking my neck, then traveling to my ear to bite and pull at my lobe. I was panting and moaning beneath his touch. Very few men I had experienced had this effect on me and I hadn't experienced it since Dennis and I moved in.

Realization took hold of me.

"Stop," I said, pushing back against his chest. "I can't do this. I want to be faithful to my husband."

Eric growled, annoyed at my resistance.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. Dennis is like that too, isn't he? Never around. Too busy for your needs. Tell me how many times you have cheated in the first month and a half of your marriage."

"Four." I dropped my face, ashamed of my answer.

"Including yesterday?"

"Five."

"It seems you've already failed at that, Elizabeth." Eric's hands ran up the inside of my thighs, lifting my dress higher. His face dropped in anticipation, watching himself expose me. I brought my hands down to my lap, impeding his progress.

"I'm trying to be better," I said.

Eric chuckled then snapped his face up to mine, lustful anger in his baby blue eyes.

"Cut the shit. You have needs and I have needs. Why don't we help each other out, like good neighbors?"

"I don't think this counts as neighborly behavior."

"Neither is this." Suddenly, Eric shoved my panties aside and slammed his thick finger into my soaking pussy. I threw my head back and gasped. He kept his finger still inside me as he continued to speak.

"But it has become common practice between you and I." Eric leaned closer to me, curving his finger against the front wall of my vagina. I groaned as his digit moved. When he stopped, I was panting, wanting to plead for more.

"I was able to make you cum with just my fingers. Imagine what I could do with any other part of my body."

I wanted him. I wanted his lips all over my body as he laid claim to me. I wanted him to take me completely, to fuck me on that counter until neither of us could move, but I couldn't. I had to resist for the sake of my marriage. This was already going too far with his finger inside me again. I needed to stop this now.

Eric saw my hesitation. His eyes showed his determination. He wasn't going to give up.

"Let me explain something to you, Elizabeth. I'm not a man who likes to hear no. I can pleasure you in ways you never thought possible, or I can punish you relentlessly. I know you'll eventually succumb to me, but I'd rather not continue to draw this out."

Eric slipped another finger into my dripping cunt and I moaned loudly. I grabbed onto his back and fell against him, my head resting on his shoulder. The fight was leaving me. I wouldn't be able to take much more.

"Let me pleasure you," he whispered in my ear. "Let me make you feel like your husband should. I want to worship and admire your amazing body. That's what you want, isn't it?"

I nodded weakly. Eric grabbed my chin with his free hand and pulled my face to his, locking our eyes.

"Let me give that to you." He curled both of his fingers forward, rubbing against my inside wall again.

"Yes," I moaned out loudly, as the last ounce of resistance left me.

Finally having gained permission, Eric withdrew his fingers picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. He return his lips to mine with the same aggression and ferocity as before. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling myself closer to him. I forced my tongue into his mouth, massaging his with mine.

Eric carried me through the house ultimately dropping me on the lounge portion of his sectional couch. Immediately, he climbed on top of me and resumed his attack on my mouth.

Eric sat up and looked down at me with hunger while he ripped this buttoned down shirt open, causing buttons to fly around the room. His chest was muscled, but not defined. His shoulders and biceps clearly showed that he had superior strength. He was in fantastic shape.

He smirked and leaned over me, kissing my neck. His hands traveled to my shoulders, pushing the straps of my dress off. He grabbed the top of my dress and pulled it down exposing my tits.

"Oh fuck. You're just as perfect as I imagined," he said, admiring my body.

His powerful hands grabbed my breasts, massaging them. I moaned from the attention, loving the feeling of this man's caress. His fingers tweaked my nipples, pulling and twisting them. I was panting wildly beneath him, yearning for more.

Eric slid down my body, licking his way down to my nipple. His tongue caressed and curled around my elongated nub. He took it in his teeth, pulling before completely taking it in his mouth and sucking it. My breathing was almost nonexistent and my body was teetering on the edge of an explosion. A few more sucks and I arched, screaming out as my first orgasm took control over me. Eric continued to pleasure me. When I came down, another orgasm was already building inside of me.

Eric stood up and yanked the rest of my dress down, leaving me in only my sopping wet panties. They didn't stay on long as he took them in his teeth and pulled them off me.

He gazed at my naked body, groaning as he admired me.

"You're so beautiful, Elizabeth. I can't believe your mine tonight."

Eric dropped to his knees, climbing between my legs. He ran his nose up the inseam of my leg ever so gently, until his face was at my entrance.

"I wonder if you taste as good as you look." He plunged his tongue deep into my hole, curling it around and licking deep inside. I arched my body in response and Eric grabbed my hips pushing himself deeper into me.

I was getting closer to my second release, but I needed more. Eric started moving his face against me, his nose rubbing against my nub. That was my undoing as I cried out again.

Eric kissed the inside of my thighs, licking up my juices in the process. My body was shocked by each kiss as my nerves were fried, causing me to jump in response.

"Do you think you can take more?" Eric chuckled. "You look really worn out."

"Yes. I want more, Eric," I responded, panting with desire.

"Good, cause I've been dying to fuck you since the moment I saw you."

He unbuckled his pants and pulled them down, revealing his thick eight inch cock. I stared at it, licking my lips.

"Next time, baby," he said, noticing my want to taste him.

He knelt down between my legs and lined up his throbbing member with my dripping hole. In one thrust, he slammed into me all the way to the hilt. My body was rocked with another orgasm. My pussy clenched around his cock as he stilled inside me.

I looked at Eric, waiting for him to move. His eyes were closed and he was gritting his teeth as though he was trying to keep from exploding inside me.

"Ah fuck. You're so tight, Elizabeth," he finally said, opening his eyes. "How old did you say you are?"

"Twenty-one," I panted.

He laughed.

"This is the youngest pussy I've been in since I've been married."

"How old are you?"

"Thirty-four, but I can fuck just as good as a twenty-five year old."

My hands reached up to his chest, admiring his body. I felt his tight muscles beneath his flesh. For a man his age, he was in perfect form. It was easy to see why so many women had desired his body and it made me excited that now I was getting to enjoy it.

I bit my lip as I looked up at him through my lashes. He looked like he had regained control of himself and was waiting for the chance to fuck me.

"I was hoping you could fuck better," I teased.

"Well, then why don't you judge for yourself."

He pulled out to the tip before slamming back into me. I cried out in pleasure of being rapidly filled. He repeated the movement again, causing me to cry louder. He continued to pump into me, grunting with each hit.

My body was operating on its own as my hips slammed against his, meeting him thrust for thrust. My breathing was ragged, my heart was racing, and my blood was boiling as I approached yet another climax.

"Do you like it, Elizabeth?" Eric grunted.

"Yes, I love it, Eric," I replied barely breathing.

"I want to cum inside you, baby. I want to fill you with every drop. Would you like that?"

"Fuck, yes. Please." I was so close. Only a little more.

"Say it. Tell me what you want." He was smashing into my pelvis harder and faster than before.

"Cum inside me, Eric," I screamed.

Eric stilled and grunted as he unloaded inside me. That was I needed to push me to my final orgasm.

I collapsed, completely weak, exhausted, and spent. Eric was on top of me, kissing my neck gently through his sporadic breathing.

"Oh, baby. That was better than I fantasized," Eric whispered.

"I don't think I've ever climaxed that many times at once," I mindlessly admitted.

"Better than a twenty-five year old?" he chuckled.

I nodded.

"I want to do this again sometime, Elizabeth. We're amazing together."

I laid beneath him thinking about his offer. I had violated my promise to not cheat on my husband yet again. I had violated not only my own marriage vows, but had assisted Eric in violated his with sweet innocent Annie. I knew all of this was wrong, but I couldn't help but consider the offer of more sex with Eric.

He was right, we were perfect together. It had never been so mind shattering.

But what made the pill of cheating a little bit easier to swallow was that I never saw the men I slept with again. I never had to confront any of them after it happened. Alex had left town, Vince and Carter had moved on in their lives, and even Jack had chosen not to face me before I moved out.

Now the full force of what Eric and I had just done was hitting me. Even if I chose not to pursue this road, I would have to face him almost daily and pretend like nothing had happened. I would have to be sweet to Annie having let her husband fill me when he never came in her. I would have to share a room with my husband and lover when we visited for friendly dinners and events. There was no escaping him no matter what I chose.

In yet another stupid, impulsive, lust filled decision, I had made my situation from bad to worse.