Second Half

Thomas falls asleep during the second half. I'm somewhat relieved because I no longer have to worry about him checking out what happened in the kitchen before the game.

Dirk, who was sitting next to him on the sofa, made room for him, tipped him to the side, and slipped a pillow under his head.

“The workout really wore him out,” Dirk smiles, “he said he's had a gym membership for years, but I suspect he's never really been to the gym.”

I can only nod in agreement.

Dirk stands up and holds out his hand. “Come."

Startled, I shake my head. “But... Thomas...”

“Psst. He's asleep.” He puts a finger to my lips. The gentle touch sends a tingle up to my scalp.

I get up from the armchair where I've been curled up. Hand in hand, we walk into the bedroom.

The kiss feels good. At the same time, I am drowning in guilt. Thomas and I are married. This is our marital bed. And here I am with another man, about to do something really stupid.

He unbuttons my blouse. I half-heartedly push him away. “No. Not here.”

His snort sounds amused and dismissive at the same time. ”Then where? In your daughter’s bed?”

Shocked, I open my eyes wide and hiss, “Leave Sina out of this. She has nothing to do with this. Before she comes next weekend, you’ll be gone. Is that clear?”

“Sure.”

Why don’t I believe him?

The idea disappears as my blouse falls to the floor and Dirk unhooks my bra. My goose bumps aren't just from the sudden chill. Dirk's hands massage my soft curves. His teeth nibble at my nipples, large and red like ripe raspberries. “How does he know how to touch me to get me going?” is my last thought. My head's empty.

In his arms, I sink onto the bed. Helpless. Defenseless.

He simply pushes my skirt up. When he discovers the dark spot in my panties, he smirks mockingly, but doesn't comment on it. His expression, however, says loud and clear, “I knew it.” The damp fabric slides down my legs and is carelessly thrown away.

Dirk's mouth lowers itself to my lap. His tongue searches for my most sensitive spot and finds it with dreamlike precision. He licks my clit and coaxes it out of its hiding place. Two fingers caress my labia, feeling the wetness that gushes out in abundance, penetrate me, touch a spot inside me that sends lightning bolts shooting into my belly. I bite my forearm to keep from screaming.

Dirk plays me like an instrument, virtuosic, unerring. He licks my nectar and drives me into nirvana.

I throw my head back and forth wildly. Strands of hair stick to my sweat-covered face. I can already feel it. I'm about to come. Half-naked on our marital bed under a stranger.

This is wrong. I don't want this. And yet...

Nothing can stop it. I arch my back. I no longer feel my teeth digging into my arm.

Dirk pulls away. He lies down next to me, his head resting on one arm. He tenderly brushes my hair away from my eyes with his hand as I slowly come down from my climax.

I look at him, trying to make my gaze hard. “You have to go. If Thomas catches us...”

He curls his lips in contempt, but gets up anyway, which relieves me.

Next to the bed, he unbuckles his belt.