Toxic Attraction Ch. 05

Taking time to just sit and relax was something that Sarah tried to schedule for herself as often as possible. Having completed all the chores and errands the previous day, Sarah now had the luxury to enjoy a quiet afternoon by herself and read the latest thriller novel that had been assigned in her book club.

Her parents had picked up her daughters for the afternoon, giving Sarah a rare, child-free home for once.

I wish Dan was here.

It had been a few weeks since she had last spent the night with Dan in Chicago. They talked almost everyday, but things still weren't the same without him around. He was also distracted with work, and she could tell his mind was always elsewhere during their conversations.

She had her own career to focus on as well, along with the added pressures of running their household and ensuring each dollar spent didn't further deplete their stagnant savings account. The only times she really felt truly connected to her husband was when she had him alone, either at the house or in his apartment.

Those were the only times she was able to truly take her foot off the gas and let go of some of the tight control she kept on her life.

Then again, things can sometimes get a little out of control...

Her mind drifted back to her last night in Chicago as she relived not only the passionate love making from Dan, but also the combustible new element in their sex life: Lester.

She truly did not find herself attracted to her husband's roommate at all. Nevertheless, his mere presence seemed to add fuel to the fire of Dan's fantasies.

Dan had always held some dark fantasies about her involvement with another man, but until recently they had been just that: fantasies. Sure, she had also enjoyed teasing her husband and playing along. Part of her even reveled in the thought of being truly wild and fulfilling her husband's deepest desire.

She still couldn't believe that she had actually touched another man's cock and had even been alone with him in his bedroom.

Sarah sighed and closed her book. She hadn't comprehended a single word she had read for the last ten minutes. Her mind was constantly drifting back to Dan and his roommate.

What would happen the next time she went to Chicago, and how far were she or Dan willing to take things? The thought of teasing Dan and surprising him by bringing more of his fantasy to life turned her on.

Maybe it wasn't just his fantasy anymore. She absolutely loved the look that appeared on his face when she acted so out of character. Maybe next time she visited she'd see how far Dan was willing to push things.

And then there was Lester. Weird, lewd Lester. He clearly was not the same person they had originally met when touring the apartment. It was also obvious what his intentions were.

Sarah would have never given him a second glance if not for Dan's fantasy, but she had to admit that she found the idea of lowering herself to touch someone below her gave her a certain thrill that she didn't quite understand.

Sarah shook her head to try and clear away the distracting thoughts as she reached for her book again.

The familiar chime of her cell phone rang, and she grabbed it instead. A smile spread across her lips as she saw that it was Dan.

She sank back into the couch with a smile and answered the phone.

"Hello there, dear," Sarah beamed. "I was just thinking about you."

"Oh yeah? Hopefully, they were some R-rated thoughts." Dan replied with a smirk.

"I'll never tell." Sarah extended her legs out onto the couch in a long stretch. "How much do you miss me?"

"Baby, I miss you every second of the day. I can't wait until I see you again." Dan wasn't just saying that; she could feel the longing and loneliness in his voice.

I'll have to go and see him soon.

Sarah's smile slowly faded from her face as she was reminded of their situation.

"I miss you too, baby. Do you think you'll be able to come home soon?"

She heard Dan sigh on the other side of the phone.

"No, probably not. Walt's worried about our new client. They are super demanding and keep changing their minds on things. He even mentioned I might have to fly out there and get them to sign a new agreement."

Sarah frowned. The idea of her husband going even farther away upset her. It felt odd for him to be going on a plane without her and the girls, almost like he was going on vacation without them. It wasn't logical, so she pushed the thoughts aside.

"Well, you can worry about work tomorrow," she said firmly, trying to change the subject to something lighter. "Today's still Sunday, though. What are you up to at the moment?"

"Ha. Well, you actually wouldn't believe what I'm doing right now," Dan said. "It's really out of the blue."

"What is it? Now I'm curious." She raised an eyebrow, intrigued. Maybe he was looking at the pictures she had left for him when he first moved into the apartment.

Dan cleared his throat. "Our mutual friend asked me to take him to a doctor's appointment today."

"Lester?" Sarah whispered.

"Yep." Dan sounded like he was on the verge of revealing a big secret. "Guess what kind of appointment?"

"What kind?" Sarah asked.

"Vasectomy." Dan replied.

"What?! No, really?" Sarah gasped.

Why the heck would Lester need to get a vasectomy. It just seemed so random.

"Yeah, for real," he assured her. "I'm sitting here in the parking lot waiting for him to come out."

"So he just got up this morning and said "Hey, Dan, I know we don't really talk, but can you take me to get a vasectomy?"" Sarah wondered out loud.

"Not in so many words." Dan said. "He asked if I could drive him to an appointment. He was all weird about it and didn't tell me what it was for. When we got here he went inside and said he'd be out in an hour. I googled the place and that's what they do: vasectomies."

"That's so weird." Sarah said as she pondered the story. "So random, too."

"I know, that's why I had to call you. I needed to tell someone and you are the only other person who knows Lester..." Dan trailed off.

Sarah caught a hint of words left unsaid in his voice. It was obvious what had suddenly popped into his mind.

She had been increasingly frustrated by their separation, and her longing to be with her husband was becoming overwhelming. Smiling to herself, she decided it was time to be a bit playful.

"Oh, am I now?" she teased in an innocent voice. "You know, I guess I do know Lester pretty well..."

She paused, waiting to see if Dan would respond. He didn't. She did, however, begin to hear him breathing heavier now.

Even though Dan wasn't with her in person, she couldn't help but run her hand along the neckline of her sweatshirt.

"I guess you could even say that Lester knows me pretty well, too. I mean, he has seen me naked after all," she said in a husky voice.

"Do you remember that, Dan? The last time I was there with you? When Lester snapped off my bra and your wife was naked and kneeling before him?"

"Yes," came the barely audible reply from Dan. He was probably overwhelmed.

"Did it disappoint you?" Sarah asked innocently.

"Did what disappoint me?" Dan asked back breathlessly.

"When I was kneeling there in front of your roommate, did it disappoint you that I stroked his cock until he came on me?" she purred.

Seconds felt like hours. Dan didn't respond at first. After a shuddering breath, he finally began to try and reassure her.

"No, no, not at all. It was hot. Too hot, it--"

Sarah leaned forward with a wicked look on her face, interrupting him.

"No, Dan, I meant did it disappoint you that I stopped where I did? That I just stroked him until he came? Are you disappointed I didn't put his cock in my mouth?"

She sat there with a playful grin on her face, knowing the inner turmoil that she was causing to her husband.

She heard him groan through the receiver. "You are so bad. You're too much sometimes."

"Mhmmmm, I bet Lester would disagree," she responded mercilessly.

"Ok, Ok, that's too much. Jesus christ, Sarah, you know just how to fucking turn me on, but I'm going to get caught sitting here in the parking lot with a hard on like some pervert." Dan laughed, warming Sarah's heart as she had forgotten how long it had been since she heard that.

"Well, maybe we can pick this conversation up again next time I'm in Chicago," she said seriously, all playfulness and teasing gone from her voice.

After a brief pause, Dan finally responded to her bold statement.

"Is that...Is that really something you would consider, though? Something you would actually do?" he asked, matching her seriousness.

That wasn't just banter anymore. It was a real, honest question.

Without hesitation, Sarah answered her husband.

"Dan, I would do anything for you."

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Greasy streaks were left on the screen as Lester thumbed his phone.

He was reading through the latest raid reports from the previous night on Discord. Ned had provided a long wall of text analyzing what the group could have done better.After a brief scan, he switched to his private server where he had cultivated a small following of like-minded individuals. A few clients had asked for rare photos or videos, which he was happy to oblige for the right price.

He frowned at a couple of requests, though. Someone was requesting videos that Lester had recently boasted about, but those were from his private collection which he didn't care to share.

As he began typing a response, a shadow fell over him.

He looked up to see the curvaceous receptionist standing a few feet away looking at him questioningly.

"Can I help you?" she asked with a small, polite smile.

Lester slowly looked her up and down, taking in her ample curves.

"No, I'm just waiting for a friend," he said dismissively.

Confused and a little disturbed by his lingering gaze, the receptionist turned and walked back towards her desk. Lester's eyes watched her ass as she went.

She'd be great on camera...

As she disappeared behind the desk, Lester finally pulled his eyes away from her and looked out the large, bay windows down toward the parking lot where Dan sat in the car, pointlessly waiting for him.

He sneered as he imagined the asshole thinking himself clever for "discovering" what Lester was having done at the office.

All part of the plan.

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"Oh, I see you got the good stuff!" Sarah exclaimed as Dan brought her favorite bottle of red wine to the couch.

It had been a few weeks since Dan had sat in the parking lot waiting for Lester. Still, he couldn't get the conversation he'd had with Sarah out of his head. The idea of her doing more with Lester seemed to be creeping into his thoughts with startling frequency.

He blamed a lot of it on the physical distance between him and his wife and how horny he was becoming without Sarah around to satisfy his needs. Sure, he would take care of himself, but nothing replaced Sarah's touch or seeing her turn into the sexy vixen she did during their lovemaking.

And now he finally had her back in the apartment. Even though he was calmly pouring his wife a glass of wine, his heart was thumping with anticipation.

"Thanks, honey." Sarah took the wine from her husband and brought it to her lips. Dan sat back next to her and took a sip of his beer.

"So, what do you have planned for me this weekend?" Sarah asked. "Should we get out and see the town, or spend some quality time here?"

"Why not do a bit of both?" Dan suggested. "I'm sure we can find somewhere in the city to eat, but then again, I'm sure we can find plenty to do around here."

"Oh?" Sarah feigned innocence. "What exactly did you have in mind?"

"Well, for starters, you have thirty minutes max to enjoy that wine before I take you to the bedroom and rip off your clothes."

Sarah almost choked on her drink but recovered quickly. "I like the sound of that, but you're not even going to serve me dinner first? You used to be a gentleman. Chicago has obviously changed you, mister."

Dan leaned in playfully. "I just know what I want, and I've been wanting you for weeks. And we should take advantage of the time we have now, because you-know-who isn't here."

"He isn't?" Sarah leaned in, making sure Dan would have a great view of her cleavage. "Well, that is reason enough to celebrate. I've been craving you, too..."

Her fingers began to crawl up Dan's thighs. "But won't you be disappointed that your roommate won't watch us? Shouldn't we wait for him?"

Dan could feel his cock growing in his pants. Sarah's delicate fingers were just inches away from discovering it. He wanted to take her right there on the couch, but he also wanted to draw this out and hear her tease him with his fantasy.

"I don't know. If he isn't here, it's his loss," he said before giving her a small, wicked smile. "Besides, if he were in my shoes, do you think he'd wait?"

Sarah leaned back and took another long sip of her wine. "If he was here and I was like this with him, he probably would have cum already."

"Jesus," Dan said breathlessly. "Don't even tease me like that."

"What?" Sarah asked seductively. "You don't think I could make it happen that fast? Make someone...make Lester cum so quickly?" She licked her lips while staring into Dan's eyes.

Dan gulped as Sarah closed the distance between them. Her hand found his erection and she whispered in his ear, "You don't think that I could make that cock cum with my mouth?"

She pulled back and stared into his eyes. "I guess I'll just have to prove it to you."

Sarah abruptly sat back, removing her hand from Dan's crotch. She grabbed her wine and, stifling a smile, took another drink.

Dan looked at her, flabbergasted. How, after all this time, did she still manage to surprise him and turn him on as much as she did? He put his beer down on the table and stood up.

"Fuck that, let's go to the bedroom now," he said in a tone that brooked no arguement.

Sarah blushed at his enthusiasm and got ready to follow her husband.

They both froze when they heard the sound of keys engaging the front door's lock.

The incandescent glow from the hallway lights flooded into the living room, casting a stocky silhouette onto Sarah and Dan.

Lester's short frame entered the apartment. He was clearly wearing new clothes to look nicer, but they didn't fit properly. The pants and shirt looked to be a size too big, and they hung awkwardly onto his chunky body.

It was what followed Lester into the apartment, however, that made Sarah and Dan's jaws drop.

A beautiful, young woman a few years younger than Sarah trailed behind Lester. She had shoulder-length red hair and walked with the confidence and poise of someone a few years older. Her lithe form was wrapped in a tight red dress that looked like it was painted on.

Dan blamed his heightened state of arousal for the fact that he immediately noticed the young woman's impressive bust size. He quickly composed himself before Sarah had to pick his jaw up off the floor after she had picked up her own.

"Hi, I'm Lizzie," the red headed beauty greeted them with a warm smile.

Dan was still too shell-shocked to comprehend what was happening. Sarah glanced at Dan out of the corner of her eye before turning back to their new guest. "Hi, Lizzie. I'm Sarah and this is my husband, Dan."

Lester locked the front door and gently grabbed Lizzie by her elbow, leading her towards the hallway. "Well, it was nice to meet you," she said as she was pulled along behind him.

With that, the odd couple disappeared down the hallway, closing Lester's door behind them.

Dan looked down the hallway and then back to his wife. "What the hell was that?"

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Lester plodded into his room and stood there, surveying the scene before he heard the door click closed behind him. The idea of letting Lizzie walk in first hadn't occurred to him. He was too focused on tonight's outcome and moving on to the next phase of his plan.

He had purposely been limiting his interactions with the couple in order to frame himself in a singular light. Now, he wouldn't be seen as a passive loser confined to his video games. They would come to see him only in a sexual context, subliminally framing him in that light.

His ultimate outcome was for Sarah's panties to grow wet at the mere mention of his name.

Tonight was a crucial piece of the puzzle. Everything had to go according to plan. Lizzie had to play her part to perfection.

Lizzie...

Lester turned on his heel to appraise his former roommate. She had managed to escape his grasp, or so she thought. Yet here she was, back in this room that held so many memories for them both.

He quickly fell back into his old dynamic with her. He stared at her, making her uncomfortable until she was the first one to speak, surrendering her power to him. He scanned her up and down, nodding his head.

Despite it being a few years since they'd seen each other, or at least since she'd seen him, Lizzie hadn't changed much. Her fiery red hair framed her confident and poised face. He was especially happy she had worn the red dress as requested as he knew how it looked on her. How it amplified her impressive bust and hugged at her hips.

No doubt both Dan and Sarah would have noticed all of this and would have many questions running through their minds.

All will be revealed shortly, or at least what I want you to believe.

Lizzie shifted her weight uncomfortably, a chink showing in her otherwise seamless armour. She clearly didn't like being back here.

"This room actually doesn't look as bad as it did before," she said stiffly before waiting for Lester to reply.

I guess I should at least be civil to help keep her in line.

Lester sighed and looked around exaggeratedly. "I've upgraded a few things."

"It's clean," Lizzie observed as she took one tentative step into the room while still keeping her distance from him.

"It is," he stared at her flatly. "I have a maid service now."

Lizzie crossed her arms, finally sensing an opening. "Really?"

"Yes. Really," Lester said in a monotone voice as he met her gaze.

He saw the fire behind her eyes that matched the color of her hair, the anger that wanted to lash out at him. After so long, she would no doubt have thought she had moved past the things that haunted her, only to discover that she hadn't.

His lair had that effect.

"So, what exactly caused you to decide to get a maid service? It was never a problem before when --" Lizzie had started to raise her voice before Lester cut her off.

"Let's focus on why you are here." He opened a cupboard in his desk and extracted a hard drive with the label 'Lizzie.' The sight of it quelled Lizzie's growing rebellion.

Lester had planted the hard drive there earlier. There was no point in giving Lizzie any advantageous information. He didn't want her to know where he really kept the hard drive or where the key to the drawer was, much less how many others he had stored away.

"You know what's on here," Lester stated flatly. He let his words hang in the air.

When it was clear he was waiting for a response, Lizzie replied meekly, "Yes."

"Tell me," Lester said.

The fire rose up in the redhead's voice once again.

"I'm not here to play this game with you, Lester! Let's just get this over with," she demanded.

Lester took a step towards her. It made her uncomfortable, but she didn't move. She didn't waver in front of his forwardness.

Careful Lizzie, I may just have to break you again.

"Tell me," Lester whispered. Sometimes women were more forthcoming when they felt like they were telling a secret.

Lizzie averted her eyes and stared at the new king bed. "Me."

A smile spread across Lester's face. "And?"

Lizzie shifted her gaze back to him, clearly doing her best to hold back her rage. "You."