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  Guilty Release

  Chloe R

  Fourteen days had passed. He hadn’t touched her. Tina lay in the bed listening to his heavy breathing. What has he been doing, the past fourteen days, that he doesn’t want me? The cotton nightshirt stretched across her hips, lying gently against her upper thighs. She bathed every night; lay in her nightshirt without underwear. Easy access. The sound of the television filled her ears, but she fought against it, wanting to listen to him breath. Is he really asleep? In a deep sleep? Or is he just lying there, trying to avoid me?

  The last time they had made love, she had broken the sexual silence. Had given in to the lust that forever rested around her hips, which needed a center focus to penetrate its core. Her fingers couldn’t do it, they weren’t enough to satisfy her that day. She wasn’t bold enough to keep a vibrator, not for any real length of time. Every time she purchased one, her enjoyment surprised her, which made her feel guilty. In the middle of pleasing herself, the sudden image of her dropping dead, with the dildo wedged inside of her, felt terrifying. What if her husband walked in and found her like that? What if she died and her mother came upon the huge thing in her nightstand? The idea frightened her so much that she would eventually discard them.

  So Tina had given in. Searched the house until she found him, stretched out on the family room sofa. Asleep. She climbed on top of him. Sucked on his neck, rotated her hips against him. She still felt amazed at how quickly his body responded. He reacted immediately. Whatever had his attention, it had not taken away her ability to immediately arouse him. She could feel his penis stiff and hard, bobbing against her, his loose sweatpants slack enough to allow the full length of him to stand straight up. She had wrapped her lips around the tip of him, held the base of his glory in her hand. Rubbing and sucking, kissing and gliding, she remembered how she felt at the sight of him, at how hard he had become. When he couldn’t take it anymore he begged her to stop, mumbled that he wanted to be inside of her and didn’t want to finish yet. She ignored him, her behind lifted in the air, her breasts rubbing against his thighs, the full length of him throbbing within her mouth. He let out a low moan and moved suddenly, lifting her body from him, carrying her to the kitchen table, and frantically entering her. She watched her husband hold both of her legs, one in each hand spread apart, as if forming a triangle, with her pussy as the pinnacle. He had felt so deep, even now she moaned softly, remembering how her juices had covered the table, her buttocks, and his waist. He had whispered in her ear that he loved her natural secretion, loved that he could make her that wet. He had felt so good.

  But then, nothing. He hadn’t come back for more. Hadn’t even attempted it. Had actually slept on the couch a couple of nights ago. Tina found pay per view porn saved in the On Demand feature. He probably didn’t even know that the selections would save, or realize that I would know that he had been watching it. But what could she say? For years she had been oscillating between dildos and butterflies, self pleasure and risqué television. Her sexual appetite seemed so large that it embarrassed her; it didn’t fit with her church girl exterior. And she couldn’t tell him. How would she say it without making him feel like less of a man? I need more sex. I need you to be more aggressive. I need more positions. No. There was nothing she could do, but hope that he wanted more and, when he did, he would turn to her.

  Leading her back to tonight’s dilemma. Her body throbbed. She desperately needed to feel him inside of her, wanted to feel her temple explode and the rippled orgasms run through her body. Instead, she lay there listening to him breath. Moving slightly, shifting her hips, just a little, so as not to wake him, she touched the fleshy lips between her legs. Her hand jerked, she was sensitive to the touch. Her body already felt stimulated, waiting, longing. She placed two fingers between her legs, rubbing light circles around her clitoris, her inner lips. The moisture came instantaneously, spreading between her legs, leading her fingers into her vagina.

  He shifted, she stopped. His breathing became shallow. Is he waking? She waited and waited. The snoring returned. She pressed her index finger deep into her vagina, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. Adding two more fingers, she inserted them in and out. Her other hand lightly circled her breast. She slowly lifted both legs at the knee, sliding her thighs off the mattress, firmly planting her heels. Her hips arched up, her hand continued its steady search in and out of her vagina. Her nipples hardened, and sat straight up, as her other hand grazed lightly across them. She began to rub her breasts, just barely grazing the firm nipple.

  No. This is wrong. She was laying in bed, next to her husband. This had to be disrespectful. It had to be wrong. She felt her body calling for her to continue, to bring her to the edge so that it could freefall into bliss. No. I won’t do it. Turning over, she folded her hands under the pillow, tucking it under her head, and tried to go to sleep.

  But her hips continued to rock up and down, a slow grind against the rumpled sheets. I have to fight this. I can’t keep doing this. Moving quickly, she parted her legs, hoping that separating her thighs would lessen the intensity, remove the pressure that was adding to her stimulation. It didn’t work. Without thinking, her hand traveled down her torso and cupped her pussy, her fingers penetrating the edges while her palm grazed against her clitoris. Slowly, she rocked her hips against her hand, the hand pressing firmly, her fingers pushing in deeply. Within seconds her body began its long crescendo, vibrations covering her, ripping from her center and shaking her core. She held her breath, held on to the rippling effect as
long as she could, careful not to moan, not to shout.

  Finally, it passed. She lay there, soaked in her own moisture, her body throbbing for more, for deeper penetration, for another climax or release from its extra swollen stage. She lay there, next to her husband’s sleeping body, listening to his snores and feeling a deep, sad guilt.

  ***

  Tina watched his lips when he spoke and noticed that he did the same to her. When he talked his eyes scanned her face, taking note of her eyes, the dabs of color on her cheeks, the fullness of her lips.

  She hadn’t heard a word he said. John had her full attention, as he did whenever he entered her office. At least his lips, mouth and body did. She stood up and walked to the sliding glass door, closed it all the way, and returned to her seat.

  He paused.

  She smiled.

  She didn’t know why she had just done that, but she needed to move, needed to tear her eyes from his lips. They sat in silence for a minute.

  “I don’t mind talking to the students.” Tina finally said something, trying to break the thick hesitation.

  “Good.”

  “What do you want me to speak on, exactly? Law school, litigation…”

  “You weren’t listening.” He smiled again, a slow sexy smile. Her heart stopped.

  “Of course I was,” she shifted, slightly embarrassed, but not overly so. “I just wanted clarification.”

  “That’s all you wanted, huh?”

  Tina giggled. “Why you always got to come in here flirting, huh? Is being single and sexy that easy.”

  “You think I’m sexy.”

  She didn’t answer, just cocked her head to the side and smiled again. The things I would do to you. You have no idea. John was almond brown, tall with an athletic build. She had spotted him running the streets during their lunch hours, his ab muscles were rippled, and his thighs were thick and tight. She longed to touch his angular face, rub his perfectly shaped head and suck on the tantalizingly thick neck.

  “Let’s just say, it’s a good thing I am not single,” she laughed again.

  “Good for who?”

  “Your girlfriend.”

  He laughed at that as well.

  “So, anyway,” Tina continued, shaking her head slightly, “I can make it up there, no problem.”

  “Good, maybe we can chill after.”

  “Naw, I’m not messin’ with you. I am sure you have a stalker somewhere in this world. Some woman intent on not letting any other woman near you.”

  John leaned forward. “Tina, seriously, maybe we can chill sometime.”

  “John, I’m married.” She tapped her pen against her wedding ring. “But I am flattered that you would even consider me,” she added, with a flirty look of her own.

  “I have more than considered you.”

  They sat in silence, his smile was gone. She watched him, feeling herself change from easily flirtatious to skeptic. Is he serious?

  “You have?”

  “Yeah. I have.”

  Silence again. Tina felt a tremble in the pit of her stomach. She wanted him badly. That he was confident enough to boldly state his claim made her want him even more. But she was a married woman, and this was a law firm. Any hint of a relationship could ruin her career here. This place prided itself on being “family oriented.”

  “How long are we going to do this?” He shifted in the chair.

  “Do what?”

  “This.”

  Her eyes went back to his lips, his teeth. His beautiful tongue. She didn’t hear the next few words, imagining his tongue stretched out of his mouth, toying gently with her clitoris, tasting the sweet crevices of her inner sanctuary. She watched his mouth move, watched the words form. She wanted to make love to him.

  “What are you doing after work?”

  Tina shook her head. Am I in some sort of trance? I should tell this man no and take the higher moral ground. But, she hadn’t been wanted in months. Her husband never said a kind word about her appearance and barely seemed to notice her. And she was tired of pleasing herself and then wallowing in guilt. She wanted the feel of a man’s body pressed against her, wanted to feel his hand travel along her intimate areas.

  “Whatever you want…” She heard the words escape from her mouth.

  The remarkable lips on his gorgeous face turned upward in a smile. Tina felt her cheek muscles extend, returning his smile, her chin lowered, her heartbeat raced.

  ***

  Remorse at having openly flirted with John had edged its way into her mind. She was thinking about canceling the after work thing, or keeping it strictly professional. Maybe she should apologize for leading him on. She was just desperate and feeling neglected. But she would never cheat. She wasn’t that type of woman.

  She had made up her mind to cancel with John and had left messages for her husband to call. Maybe she could invite him out to dinner and seduce him, allure him, do something to rectify their love life.

  Her husband finally called around 5 p.m. and before Tina could get a word out he said, “I have to work late, again,” and sighed.

  “Where have you been, I have been calling you all day?”

  “This is a job, I have to actually work.”

  Tina’s voice caught in her throat. “Why are you being defensive?”

  “Why the hell are you asking me where I am? It’s a workday. Where else would I be?”

  “I didn’t mean it like that.” Why was talking to him so difficult? The tension, the miscommunication; it barely seems worth the struggle. “I just meant where were you at, while at work. Actually, I didn’t mean anything, just forget it.”

  They sat in silence. He broke it.

  “Well, I will see you when I get home.”

  “About what time?”

  “No later than eight, I hope. I got to finish downloading a database.”

  She felt the lie form in her head. Her mind recalled John’s lips. If she wanted to feel them it was now or never. And what did it matter. Her husband didn’t give a damn about her anyway. “Well, I gotta a cocktail, socializing thing after work, so…”

  “Good, at least I don’t have to go.”

  No. You don’t have to go. A wiser man, who has any idea about his wife, would want to come. She had counted on his reaction. “Alright, well, I’ll see you later.”

  He didn’t even respond before hanging up.

  Dropping the phone back down on the receiver, Tina studied herself in the small mirror at the corner of her desk. She wished he hadn’t called at all. Her heart hurt, she felt confused, isolated and unwanted. That’s how her husband made her feel. She wanted to feel beautiful. She would meet John out for dinner and drinks. That was it. Let him charm her with his use of words. Then she would go home.

  ***

  John was already at the bar when she arrived. She purposely walked toward him in her best stroll. Men always complimented her on her walk. Smiling, he threw a few bucks on the bar and walked towards her.

  “I didn’t think you would come.”

  “No. I didn’t either.”

  “But here you are.”

  “Yep, here I am.”

  She smiled at him and stared at his lips. They followed the waitress to a secluded booth, partially blocked by a curtain. She sighed in relief. At least she could enjoy herself without wondering who had seen her or how she appeared. This could easily be a working dinner, but because her mind was on other things she did not want her desire to be on display.

  When they sat down, he slid into the booth next to her, leaving little space between them and no room for question.

  “I am glad you came.”

  “Thank you,” she said smoothly. I shouldn’t appear too eager, right? But, I don’t know how to do this. What do we talk about?

  They stared at each other for a few more minutes. He touched her hand. She grinned, snatched her hand away. He firmly picked up her hand, held it lightly in his. His touch caused lightning to travel through her body. She
felt her lips purse, revealing the dimples in her smile.

  “So, how long have I known you?”

  “Let’s see. Law school, law firm. 6 years?”

  “6 years. I have wanted you for 6 years.”

  The edges of Tina’s ears became hot, her face felt flushed. “You have not wanted me for 6 years,” she attempted to laugh, but grinned instead. “You barely spoke to me that first year. I had to damn near tackle you just to tie you down to a study time.”

  “That’s because I was shy.”

  “Please, you have never seen a shy day. I have watched you flirt down the best of them.”

  “With you, I always felt shy. Because, when I first laid eyes on you, I knew you could have my heart.”

  Tina wondered briefly if he was saying these things because she was married, a safe bet to run game on. She glanced at him skeptically, her face a mask of disbelief. In his eyes she saw a different look, one she hadn’t seen before. Either he is great at this, or he is sincere. And, as she stared into his eyes, she found that she didn’t care one way or the other. She wanted to hear what he had to say, wanted to silently soak it into her very pores. She loved to hear him adore her and to have a man find beauty in her. Her husband no longer did.

  They had appetizers and a couple of drinks. Her head was buzzed after the first drink, though, due to his words and the lingering anticipation of feeling him.

  “Let’s go.” She said huskily.

  “Huh?” She knew she had caught him by surprise. Tina figured that John was planning on taking it slow, working his way into her heart then into her body. He had shown restraint, had kept his hands to himself, except for the occasional light rub against her hand. He had spoken poetically, calling her lovely descriptive terms of beauty and describing his long and intense attraction. He was vibing in rose petals and wine, candlelight and soft music. She already envisioned him naked and raw, her hands gripping his manhood, her tongue circling the lobe of his ear. She wanted him and didn’t need the rose colored fantasy.