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The routine is normalized by now. Vincent always texts me something about either needing help with something at his house or a simple question that he should know and I show up at his house. It’s ridiculous really. It shouldn’t work. It does though… Every time.
His home is within walking distance so I find myself just making the journey on foot. It feels like a walk of shame. Do my neighbors know what’s going on? My husband, Curtis, sure doesn’t… Or does he? Him and Vincent are close but I’m not sure he’s been able to figure out anything happening between us.
I walk up his driveway and past the electric blue Audi R8. It’s a sleek and sexy car. I remember when he first got it… Curtis was jealous to say the least. Vincent didn’t rev it up or anything. The car is his baby. I trot up the steps to the front door and give it three sharp knocks.
I rock back and forth from the balls of my feet to my heels as I wait for him to answer the door. Maybe he’s just stringing me along. It’s just a man who wants to get his dick wet and found someone desperate enough to do so. The doubt dissipates from my head as Vincent opens the door and looks down at me.
“Mrs. Tremblay?” He gives me that stupid crooked smile as he says it before leading me inside. I huff softly and straighten myself out as I get in before kicking my shoes off on the mat. “Would you like a drink?” Vincent inquires softly as he looks over at me with those mismatched eyes. I always found them odd… They bring up questions in my mind. Is it genetic? Do either of his parents have that? Does it affect his vision?
“I wouldn’t like a drink but I do need one,” I quip and cringe at myself for doing so. I don’t need to act for Vincent. He doesn’t care… I think. He chuckles softly at my dumb joke before walking to the kitchen. I follow closely behind before leaning against the counter as he gets a drink for me. I noticed he’s started to have my usual drinks just on hand. It’s strange. It makes me feel oddly fuzzy. I take the drink he hands me and crack it open. It’s a White Claw… Black cherry. It’s my favorite too.
“You and your cheesy white girl drinks,” He snickers as he leads me from the kitchen to the living room. I sit down on the couch and take a sip as I watch him draw the curtains. I appreciate it greatly… I am so paranoid about getting caught. It’s ruined moments several times before where I’d literally drop everything just because I’d get worried about someone just finding out somehow.
I smile as he sits down beside me and tucks his legs up. His legs are folded up comfortably as he sips on his own drink. “So how’s work?” I ask softly and tilt my head a little as I look at him. He seems happy that I even asked. Vincent clicks his tongue as he leaned back on the couch and considers my question before responding. “Busy. I’m hoping to get a promotion soon,” He shrugs as his hand finds its way to my thigh while the other hand traces a ring on his glass.
“Wanna get on Curtis level huh?” I inquire since that’s another way my husband and him know each other. He’s Vincent’s superior. He smiles as I remind him that and gives my thigh a brief squeeze. It makes me feel warm all over. “Y’know I’d take care of you if anything happened to him right?” He reminds me softly as he moves closer to me and takes my drink out of my hand.
He places it on the coffee table as he looks down at me. My heart stutters slightly as Vincent holds my gaze. “I know…” I murmur softly as my gaze flicks to his lips before going back to his eyes. Things between us have been softer lately. I close my eyes as Vincent leans down and closes the distance between us. His lips are always so soft. I’m assuming since it might show up on camera if you look hard enough. I reach up to thread my fingers through his hair as we hold the kiss for several moments. “Stop being so sappy,” I scold softly as he looks down at me like I’m his most prized possession. He scoffs lightly and rolls his eyes at me before pulling me into another kiss.
This one reminds me of the early days of this whole “arrangement”. It’s rough and dominating. It’s Vincent nonetheless. My lips move against his before I cheekily swipe my tongue across his bottom lip. He gives me a light squeeze before pulling me up into his lap. I settle myself easily and place my hands on his chest as I pull off from the kiss.
“Where do you want me dear?” He coos teasingly and raises an eyebrow at me. I snicker softly at his dumb chivalry as his hands trace small patterns on my thighs. I place my hands over his and look down as I think for a few moments. “You know what I like,” I tease softly before yelping as he takes me off his lap and lays me down.
Vincent drags my shirt off before tossing it across the room. He presses firm kisses from my ribs to my stomach. I chew on my cheek as I watch him. He presses a few kisses on my hips before dragging my pants down and folding them up neatly. “You toss my shirt but fold up my pants?” I question and he glares at me.
“You are married but you come to your husband’s coworker?” He shoots back as he starts rubbing me through my panties. I feel my body go slightly rigid from the stimulation before relaxing into it and spreading my legs a bit more. “Touche…” I mutter softly before whining softly as he drags them to the side and drags his middle and index finger along my embarrassingly soaked slit.
“All this for me? You’re going to make my ego too big…” He chuckles before gently sinking them in. I let my head fall back as my breathing stutters from the stimulation. “Your ego is already too big,” I object with no real malice. It’s frustrating how easily he unwinds me. He does it better than Curtis does. I forget to breathe when Vincent scoots himself down and starts lapping at my clit in time with his strokes. “Vinnnn…” I whine softly as my back arches and my hips grind right into his face. “Does your husband make you feel like this?” He teases while dragging his tongue slowly up those sensitive nerves.
“N-No,” I whimper as he works me over easily. I don’t doubt that Vincent hasn’t done this with several women. I wouldn’t be surprised at all. He’s attractive to say the least. My legs tighten around his head as I get closer to my release and I can feel him laugh against me. He’s truly an asshole… But a good one. I moan and my back arches as I reach my peak. Vincent helps me through it without any protest before pulling away. “Could’ve warned me,” He scolds teasingly as he unbuttons his pants.
“I assumed you knew,” I say breathlessly and he shakes his head at me. I watch as Vincent scoots down his pants before doing the same with his boxers. “Y’know what happens when you assume,” He shrugs and gives himself a couple of strokes before pulling me closer. “Makes an ass out of you and me.” He drags the tip across the slit and hums softly. “You’re horrid,” I roll my eyes at him before taking his hand as he starts to push forwards gently.
I suck in a deep breath as he slowly sinks into me before bottoming out. He leans down and brushes his lips against mine before pressing his forehead against mine. “I may be horrid but you keep coming back huh? Tell me when to move,” Vincent says softly to me. I nod and give him another kiss before giving him a thumbs up for the greenlight. He starts a slow but filling pace while keeping one of his hands behind my head.
“Taking me so well… Attagirl,” He coos and presses a small kiss to my forehead. His free hand goes to my hip to hold me steady. Vincent eventually picks up a slightly faster pace and changes the angle just slightly. My whimpers and moans fill the living room. “Vincent…” I pant softly and clench around him as I get closer to my peak.
“I’ve gotcha…” He promises as he keeps pace to help me over that edge. My back arches right up into him as I finish and I whine as my head tips back. Vincent’s thrusts get sloppy soon after and he spills right inside me. Is it a bad idea? Most definitely but my judgement is so clouded right now that I don’t really care. He pulls out with a sigh and helps me clean up before laying beside me.
He pulls me close and tucks his head into my neck. I relax against him as I feel that afterglow from our activities. Vincent holds me close as a form of aftercare for the two of us. “I wish I married you,” He admits softly and presses a small kiss to my neck. “If we met before you met your husband… You’d be mine.” He sounds so sincere with it.
“Who says that I would’ve been swooned by you?” I smile and lean back against him. I place a hand over his and sigh softly as we lay there. “Well you’re swooned by me now… What’s the difference?” He questions as he looks down at me. He gives me a firm squeeze before planting another kiss on my cheek. I don’t really feel the need to respond anymore and Vincent can sense it. Instead we just curl up on the couch in our own little world.