Staying Over

Laura was experiencing numerous conflicting emotions as she entered the restaurant. Guilt was inevitably high on the list. She didn't really have anything to feel guilty about, since a fairy's spell was compelling her do this and, on top of that, Kevin had literally fucked other women during their marriage without magical assistance. Besides, she wasn't planning for anything more than a pleasant meal with an old acquaintance.

Nervousness was another sensation affecting Laura quite significantly, having been suddenly thrust into a full-on date with a guy she used to feel too intimidated to even speak to. Perhaps most tellingly though, what she felt more than anything was excitement.

That only increased when she laid eyes on Ryan, who had arrived first and was waiting for her at the table. He was no longer a cute teenage jock but a dashingly handsome and successful young man. The casual look he had worn at the bowling alley had been replaced by a designer label suit that was perfectly tailored to frame his tall and muscular body. It was enough to show he wanted to make an effort for his date without being an ostentatious display of wealth.

He stood as Laura arrived, took her coat from her and then pulled out a chair for her to sit. She never got that kind of treatment from Kevin, not even in the early days when he was still trying to impress her. The meal itself was a lot better than pleasant. Laura had never really got to know Ryan at college, he seemed to her like a typical jock she would share little common ground with, but either he had changed a lot since those days or her teenage perception of him had been way off. He was actually very funny, and with a self deprecating sense of humour that usually made himself the butt of his jokes. He was also a good and sympathetic listener who seemed to take a genuine interest in Laura that went well beyond merely wanting to get her into bed. As the evening went on, she felt strangely less guilty about having dinner with another man behind her husband's back than she did about concealing her husband from the man she was currently dining with.

The meal flew by all too quickly, and Laura truly didn't want the night to end. Neither, it seemed, did Ryan.

"Look, this may sound massively bold after one lovely meal in ten years, but teenage me would never forgive myself if I didn't ask the prettiest girl in my class back to my apartment for a nightcap. What do you think?"

Laura didn't need to think. Priscilla's spell had already made her decision for her, and conveniently absolved her of any blame for what was about to happen.

The pair were making out practically the second they stepped over the threshold and into Ryan's lavish penthouse apartment. Laura hadn't felt butterflies like this since she was a teenager and, if she was brutally honest with herself, never with her current husband. She was barely able to tear herself away from her childhood crush's embrace long enough to visit the bathroom and text Kevin to say the girls' night out she was supposed to be on had run later than she had anticipated, and she would probably spend the night at a friend's place. It wasn't a million miles from the truth.

As she was able to take a few moments alone to process her thoughts, guilt began to weigh heavily on Laura again - not because she was cheating on her partner (she genuinely didn't seem to have a choice in that) but because she was enjoying it so much. It was obvious things were heading to the bedroom soon, so Laura made a deal with herself - she would take tonight for what it was, enjoy it while it lasted and then go back to her normal life. Presumably sleeping with Ryan would release her from the spell she was under and allow her to return to her marriage with a sense of having settled old scores, and beautiful memories of a wild and passionate night with Ryan, which she would never repeat, fresh in her mind.

Making love with Ryan was like nothing Laura had ever experienced. Kevin had been her first serious boyfriend and the only other man she had been fully intimate with. In the early days of their relationship he had come at her like a red setter chasing a tennis ball, way too eager to satisfy himself to have had any chance of providing Laura with much pleasure. On the rare occasions they slept together now, he simply went through the motions until he came, and he was invariably the only one who did.

Things were very different with Ryan, who was slow, deliberate and skilled. He seemed almost to understand Laura's body and what made her tick better than she did, and she loved how much he was savouring every inch of her, lingering on one part of her body after another rather than simply racing to get his dick inside her. It had been a long time since she had felt at all desired by her husband, let alone made to feel like a goddess. It was also the first time in her life she had been able to orgasm through penetration. She had read an article once that something like a third of all women couldn't be made to climax that way, and had convinced herself she was part of that demographic. It turned out she quite emphatically wasn't.

Lying in bed the next morning, Laura couldn't help but smile up appreciatively at Ryan as he stepped out of the shower and walked back into the room - his toned, naked body glistening with moisture, the huge dick that had been inside her only a few hours ago just hanging there like a beautiful reminder of the night before.

It was a shame it all had to end now, but she had made the most of her night of fantasy and was ready to return to the real world. Except..

"I had an amazing time with you last night, Laura. I'd really like to see you again if that's something you are cool with?"

"Sure, just give me a few days until my diary clears and I'm sure we can arrange something"

Laura had genuinely meant to say no, but found that she couldn't get the words out. Instead, she was now scheming a way to keep this going without making her husband suspicious. It seemed Priscilla's magic was still working on her, and since Ryan hadn't actually asked her to be his girlfriend yet, she was going to have to keep fucking him until he did. Oh well...