Essence of an Affair

by Max Sebastian

  She applied the perfume--sparingly, knowing that though he was making progress, his senses were still acute. And then even with her makeup on, her lipstick on, she leaned into him and kissed him deeply.

  God, he'd never been so thrilled. It was just a kiss, though a powerful one. And yet it seemed to draw out every ounce of excitement in him, made him harder than he'd ever been before.

  'I'm going to have to go,' she said, after their kiss had seemed to go on for an age and a day. 'I think my Uber's waiting.'

  She left, blowing a kiss as the front door closed between them.

  16

  Boundaries Crossed

  It was only ten o'clock. Jens had been up to the gym, which seemed like it was becoming part of a routine now, his routine for Effie's date night. The blonde hadn't been there this time, not that it particularly mattered. The gym had been empty, which made him relax and even enjoy the workout. Afterward, he took another shower and felt that perhaps he'd even look to see if there was a new movie to watch on demand.

  But stepping out of the bathroom, drying himself off, he heard his phone buzz--which meant a text message had come through. The phone was right on the bed, which meant he could read the message without even touching it, since it had just arrived.

  (Effie): I'm so sorry, honey, I don't know what else I can do... or maybe you could go for a swim? Take your book up there and read awhile?

  Jens was a little confused, what was she talking about? It was only when he picked up the phone and entered the messaging app that he realized she'd sent other messages earlier, while he'd been in the shower.

  (Effie): Hey honey, having a great time! Nico is a lot of fun. Hope you're okay! xx

  (Effie): Dinner was nice. I had a couple of glasses of wine, I guess my tolerance is a little low, but I feel more relaxed now.

  (Effie): We were in the taxi and I just started kissing Nico, it was so nice. He put his hand on my thigh and I gently moved it up, under my dress, so he was stroking me through my panties while we were making out. It felt so good, so naughty. I love being naughty, knowing how it excites you, honey xxx

  Jens felt himself getting hard as he read through her messages, but then he came to the unexpected pivot:

  (Effie): Oh, honey, Nico wants me to bring him back to my place--our place. We keep on going back to his place, so it felt kind of unfair to refuse to show him where I live, so I couldn't really refuse him...

  (Effie): I think we'll be there in maybe 10 minutes. I can't think of a believable excuse to stop him from coming up... Did you already have your workout at the gym? Maybe you could go for a walk or something, there won't be many people in the park at this time. I'll try and persuade him to go home as quickly as I can...

  Jens smiled--he actually felt quietly excited that Effie was bringing Nico back home. That something hot might happen between them, in this very apartment. The old Jens would have been horrified, of course. But the new Jens and his deviant fantasy liked the idea of his beautiful wife being wicked here, in their home, maybe even on one of these beds.

  He texted her back:

  (Jens): Don't worry, sweetie, you can bring him here if you like. I already had my workout but I could go up to the pool with my book, no problem. You can relax and spend as long as you like with him. xxx

  Ten minutes... after pressing the 'send' button, he realized that Effie had sent her text nine minutes previously. There was hardly any time left for him to put on clothes and head out for a walk, or for a swim, or anything.

  Then another text message came through, his phone vibrating in his hands:

  (Effie): Okay, we're here :-) xxx

  His first thought was to tidy up the apartment--but it was already spotless. This was one of the first times ever that he was thankful for having obsessive compulsive disorder. He'd even scraped the door of the shower with the rubber squeegee to get rid of all the water droplets on the glass so that they didn't leave little marks--as he always did after a shower. All he had to do was hang up his towel, and it was as though he had never even been in the apartment.

  What would a stranger think, upon coming into this apartment? There was no clutter around, Jens couldn't abide it. Nothing much to make Effie ashamed of where they lived. There were a couple of framed photographs on their bedside tables, but he remembered that Effie had been open with Nico about being married. The only lie had been the suggestion that their marriage wasn't a happy one.

  Satisfied with the apartment, Jens put on a pair of boxer shorts--but then, without warning, he heard the scrabbling of a key in the lock on the front door.

  They were here already!

  Jesus.

  He felt pure panic. What would Nico think on discovering a strange man, wearing only a pair of boxer shorts, lurking in Effie's apartment? He dashed into the bedroom, and looked in the bathroom. There seemed nowhere to hide--the shower had glass walls. There were no secret corners in which to conceal himself, no cupboards large enough for a person. In the bedroom, the built-in closets were far too small for a person to hide inside considering how many clothes and accessories were kept inside.

  He glanced at the windows. The curtains. They hardly ever used them because he liked to wake up with the natural light of the dawn, and because the apartment overlooked the railway lines, so there was no one who could look in at them. But now, Jens drew the thick fawn-colored material across the floor-to-ceiling windows, and was relieved to find there was plenty of space behind them where he could stand.

  He was only just in time--he heard the front door open, and Effie's voice.

  'Here we are.'

  'Hey, you have a really nice apartment.'

  'Well, it's not exactly as palatial as your place, but--'

  'I like it. Modern, stylish. Suits you, I guess.'

  'Thank you.'

  He heard his wife giggle, and then... she was moaning quietly. Jens caught his breath. She was kissing him. The moaning became louder, and he realized that the two of them were in the doorway of the bedroom. He could hear the wet sounds of them tangling their lips together.

  'Twin beds, huh?' he heard Nico say.

  'I told you, didn't I? My husband likes it better that way.'

  'And he's out all night tonight?'

  'Uh-huh.'

  He could smell Effie's perfume, or at least the mixture of perfume ingredients he had designed for her--it was hardly a finished product. It did suit her, though, and it did have that hint of exhilaration that suggested arousal. So sexy. There was something else in the air, a refined smoky sweetness--cologne. Whatever Nico was wearing was expensive, and thankfully fairly understated. Despite all his progress, and the powerful sexual kink that made him want his wife debauched by a man he didn't know, Jens probably couldn't have remained there, out of sight, if Effie's date had sloshed Old Spice or something horrific all over himself.

  'Comfortable?'

  'Very.'

  Jens slowly edged himself along to the gap in the curtains, parting the two sides very gradually so that he could see into the bedroom. Nico, wearing a smart white shirt and black pants, his short blonde hair tidy, his face clean-shaven, was sitting on Effie's bed, as though testing it out.

  'But I wouldn't care if it was hard as nails,' he joked, gazing up at Effie, who stood in front of him in her pretty white dress, which showed off her cleavage so very well.

  'Good,' she said, stepping up to him, brushing her hair back with her hands, which had the added bonus of pushing her chest forward to capture his attention with her breasts. 'So why don't we test it out?'

  She lifted the hem of her dress, giving him a quick flash of her thighs, her panties, her flat stomach. Startling him, it seemed at first.

  'Wow,' he said, and his response to her beauty had a strange warming effect on Jens himself. It was exciting that another man was so turned on by her, and yet she was his wife.

  Effie giggled, enjoying her date's attention, and then pulled her dress higher, and then off over her head. Her underwe
ar was lacy and white, contrasting beautifully against her skin.

  'My God,' Nico said, putting his hands on her waist, moving them up to cup her shapely breasts. He stood, his hands remaining on her chest, fondling her as he leaned in to kiss her mouth.

  Effie moaned as he slipped one, and then both of her breasts free of her bra, his thumbs grazing over her hard nipples. Nico ducked down, kissing the upper slopes of her breasts, trailing down to take one nipple, and then the other, into his mouth. She stroked his hair as he sucked on her breasts, moaning quietly.

  Behind his curtain, Jens was doing everything he could to breathe quietly, to keep his heart from hammering so loudly they could hear him, to keep his hard cock still in his pants as he watched another man pull his wife into a close embrace, kissing her lips with real passion. He'd never been so turned on--Effie looked stunning, and watching her with her new lover, it felt strangely as though he was the man kissing her, touching her, squeezing her breasts. He had allowed this, he had encouraged Effie to find this man. It was as though Jens was her lover by proxy.

  Nico stood behind her, which gave Jens a superlative view of Effie as the man cupped and fondled her breasts, squeezing her nipples between his fingers. Then he turned her, urging her down on the bed, pulling off his shirt quickly as she leaned back, parting her legs for him. He leaned down to kiss her mouth, and then her stomach, and then Effie lifted her hips to help him peel away her panties.

  Jens nearly gasped as the man dropped Effie's panties on the floor. The scent of her arousal was a little stronger as her new lover knelt between her legs to kiss his way along her inner thigh.

  'Very nice,' he said as he kissed his way toward her sex.

  'I thought you'd like it,' Effie said, and Jens had to take a moment to figure out what she meant--she was referring to shaving her pussy, something she'd said she'd done for her husband. Now Jens felt his chest burn with a little jealousy as Effie more than hinted that she'd actually done it for her new lover. Curiously, that little burn of jealousy inside only seemed to enhance the excitement he felt about what was happening to his wife.

  With the two of them out there suitably distracted, Jens felt safe to slip his hard cock out of his boxer shorts so that he could stroke it. Nico kissed Effie's sex, and she lay her head back onto the mattress in response, moaning breathily.

  Jens could smell her arousal even thicker in the air, even above her perfume and her lover's cologne. It tickled his own desire. Jens envied the man being able to press his face against her soaking pussy, touching her, licking her, sucking on her, tasting her. He envied the man's ability to make her moan like that, to make her sigh and cry out, her hands moving to his head to press his face against her sensitive sex.

  'Mmm... it feels so good...' she said, almost purring.

  Jens felt the desire inside him superseding his fear of touching her, he felt a strong lust for her, he wanted to touch her, to kiss her, to taste her. Was this progress? Or was it merely temporary, his lust pushing him to want things he would ordinarily be too terrified to try?

  Her new lover seemed to enjoy eating her, seemed to enjoy the way she tasted. He lapped at her like a cat at the cream, tickling her clit with his tongue, sliding his tongue inside her, feasting on her copious wetness.

  'Oh... oh...' her moans seemed like the most beautiful sounds Jens had ever laid ears on. Effie was gently pushing up her hips to meet her lover's mouth as he sucked on her, and as he slid his fingers inside her. Her moans were becoming cries.

  Nico looked up at her, and she looked down at him, and they were totally connected, totally bound up in her sexuality, in her excitement. Jens was so envious of him, getting to experience her this way. He'd never seen his wife like this, in such heaven.

  But he didn't make her come, not just yet. She urged him up, and sat up herself, and then Jens watched her unfasten the man's belt, opening his fly, exposing his big, hard cock. Wow. Was this really happening?

  'Mmm... give it to me...' Effie purred, and her lover was happy to oblige.

  It felt so strange. Another man, virtually naked in his bedroom, with his naked wife. Effie stretched up to kiss Nico on the mouth, and then she lay forward, on her front with her elbows on the edge of the mattress. She curled her fingers around his manhood, and started to stroke it.

  Jens felt that slight burn of jealousy again, deep inside. He watched her stroking this other man's cock and it had the unexpected response in him of making him feel that he could do this, she could have this from her husband. And yet the burn, the strange tightness inside his chest that came from fear--fear that he might somehow lose Effie now that she was exposed to this 'normal' man and his lovemaking skills--it all, somehow, fed into the feverish excitement that he felt, hiding there behind the curtain, stroking his own cock, watching as his wife brought the tip of her lover's manhood to her lips.

  Jens held his breath. Effie gently touched the end of Nico's cock to her bottom lip. She stroked it with her lip, and then her tongue flicked out to swirl around the very tip of his cock. Now she stretched her lips around him and took the crown inside her mouth. Looking up at him, she bobbed down on his shaft, taking it surprisingly deep. Then she withdrew again, exploring it with her lips and her tongue.

  Oh goodness. Beautiful Effie. She had another man's penis in her mouth. It was a shock--and yet, once again Jens felt his libido tickled. The very wrongness of what he was witnessing felt sexy, the very sense of wickedness surrounding this behavior turned him on more and more. Effie was being dirty, so dirty. Cheating on her husband. Sucking on another man's cock. Putting a comparative stranger's prick in her own mouth.

  She was moaning quietly as she sucked on him, as though she was enjoying it. Perhaps it was just exciting, being up close to a man in a way she had been unable to experience throughout her marriage. Nico leaned forward, over her, as she bobbed her head down on his cock, so that he could reach her behind, squeeze the pert orbs of her buttocks, and even stroke her pussy. The way he was moving his hips almost made it look as though he was fucking her mouth, taking control. Effie seemed to love every moment.

  When he leaned back, giving her throat a break, she stroked his glistening cock around her pretty face, over her cheeks, her chin, her forehead. It was as though she was marking herself as his territory, painting herself with that enormous thing, making herself his. It made the jealousy within Jens flare up, but also the excitement. He almost felt like bursting out from behind the curtains to knock him away, to reclaim her as his own.

  But Jens managed to maintain his calm.

  It was made more difficult as he watched Effie withdraw from the man's cock, look up and say, 'I want you to fuck me. Now.'

  Jens felt his heart thumping so hard it might just about have cracked his ribs open. This other man was going to fuck her. He was going to fuck her like her husband couldn't. But wasn't that the point of all this? Jens was giving her this experience, Nico was effectively representing him in the fucking of his wife. This wasn't like full adultery where a woman might look for an emotional connection with someone, because her husband couldn't provide one. Jens had a strong emotional connection with Effie. Nico was just about the sex.

  That thought dissipated some of the fear Jens felt. It meant he could keep control of those feelings of jealousy, focus on the thrill of watching Effie make way for Nico to lie on the bed.

  'You're sure about this?' the man said, and Jens found he liked him more for such an attitude.

  'I'm sure,' Effie said, although her husband could tell she was nervous.

  Nico lay on his back, making it clear that he wanted her to take control, that he thought Effie would be more comfortable taking the lead, in order to move this as slowly as she needed. She was grateful, climbing onto him, stretching her legs wide to straddle him, moving so her sex was just inches away from that hard rod of iron.

  God. God. God.

  Jens watched, and although he couldn't see everything from where he was standing, he could see he
r gorgeous rear hovering over the man's thighs, he could see the man's cock pointing upward, the tip lost between her legs, presumably nudging up against her wet pussy. He could see her hesitate, then reach down to position the man's cock exactly where she wanted it. He could see her getting a feel for having a man's cock touching her most intimate place for the first time in a long time.

  He could see her sink down on it slowly, taking it inside her.

  Jens gasped, and it escaped his mouth--but the noise came at almost exactly the same time as Effie gasped, feeling herself filled by a hard cock for the first time in so long--the first time since she'd been so traumatized. For a moment or two, she sat up still, holding his cock within her sex, getting used to it. Perhaps she was dealing with a few lingering fears, a few stubborn demons. Jens felt the odd sense of being proud of her, for making so much progress, for trying to get back the life that had been lost to her by one man's evil. Then there was a moment of concern, that this might actually be too much for her--that she was facing trauma again.

  But then she started to move, slowly, the muscles in her thighs tightening and releasing as she lifted herself, and sank again, stirring that hard cock within her sex. She stirred, and then she was rocking her body over his, her hands on his shoulders, her breasts gently swaying, her eyes locked on his.

  'Oh God...' she moaned, and Jens very nearly came right then and there.

  His wife was fucking another man, right in front of him. He could hear the wet sounds of the man's cock moving within her soaking pussy, he could see the slight sheen of perspiration on their skins, he could smell his wife's arousal, much stronger now.