Having her cake and eating it too

Having her cake and eating it too Having her cake and eating it too

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

I live the high life, get everything I want and everyone loves me. Including both my husband and my lover. Then at our Friday night dinner my lover turns up with a date. I'm not used to coming second and find it unacceptable. Time to remind him of that fact...

Summary

I live the high life, get everything I want and everyone loves me. Including both my husband and my lover. Then at our Friday night dinner my lover turns up with a date. I'm not used to coming second and find it unacceptable. Time to remind him of that fact...

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Submitted: August 07, 2015

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Submitted: August 07, 2015

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"I'll let the merlot breathe. They're due anytime now. Oh you look stunning darling..." Max smiled making his usually bored expression lift. I smiled back but it felt empty. A routine as usual. 

I stared at my reflection and felt good. My husband was right about one thing, I do look great tonight and all for good reason. My secret pleasure is on his way. The excitement is starting to build. 

It might be another Friday night dinner and another night of poncey conversation and dreary personalities from hubby's office, but   Dev is coming. That's all the entertainment I need. 

I sprayed my perfume all over myself and basked in the scent. A gift from my lover. I fixed the plunge on my dress and smirked as my perky breasts were framed perfectly by the slinky number. No underwear needed for such a clingy masterpiece. The scarlet red pops against my olive skin and I just know that Dev is going to love it. 

The doorbell stole me away from the mirror and the admiring would be left to my man now as I traipsed down the stairs to our first guests of the night. It wasn't Dev so I wasn't interested. Of course you wouldn't be able to tell that. I'm the perfect hostess as usual. 

I've been cooking up a storm in the kitchen all day and my house is second to none. Max wants for nothing and to all that know me, I'm perfection personified. Why not give myself a little treat? A sweet, sensual treat wrapped in flawless caramel skin with chiselled features and beautiful brown eyes that I could get lost in every time. I deserve it. 

I sipped the merlot and listened to the Wilkinson's or the boringson's as I like to call them, drone on about their trip to Dubai. I stifled the yawn rumbling inside me making my eyes water slightly. Christ these people could kill a mood with one never ending story. Still I maintained my perfect smile and like the pro I am, I laughed and nodded in all of the right places. 

Next came the O'leary's. Now these two are a different kettle of fish to the others, but still not my sort of people. Conor O'leary is a loud, obnoxious man from Ireland and his wife Carrie is a drunk if I've ever seen one. But I can't blame her with him as her husband. Christ I'd need ten Dev's to keep me from topping myself because of him. 

After another crude remark and a slap on my back side from Conor, I made my excuses and escaped to the kitchen. My skin all but crawling from my body at the thought of his sausage fingers touching me. 

I drained my merlot and checked on the lamb roasting nicely in the oven. I've seasoned it with herbs from my garden and the smell is divine. I'm a great cook. Another string to my bow. 

I froze as I heard his voice. I felt giddy and lightheaded as the excitement whirled inside me. My man has arrived. I couldn't wait to see him. I never got the chance for our usual hotel rendezvous as Max has been stuck to me all bastard day attempting to help me. As if he would have the first clue about what to do. The man would sink without me, hence the reason I'm staying with him. I still love him, but not in that pulse racing, heart hammering way that I crave. We've been together too long now though. Twenty five years is time that I'll never get back, but won't throw away either. I made a choice on my seventeenth birthday and I'm sticking by it. 

I practically ran into the lounge making my louboutins clack erratically on the marble floor. I plastered on my smile, but it was genuine. I've always got a smile for my man. 

My heart stopped when I saw him, but not in the usual thrilling way. I was stunned. This is completely unexpected. My smile resembled that of a drugged up moron as I eyed the blonde whore clinging onto my man. The bit of skirt can't be more than sixteen looking at her. 

My torment continued as my eyes travelled downwards to see the tramp wearing my dress. My fucking dress! Same colour, same size, same everything. It was humiliating. 

"I see you both have the same designers!" Conor heckled as his fat face wobbled with his loud chuckle. The room erupted with him and I had no choice but to join in. The bitch laughed too and gave Dev's arm a squeeze. It was obviously nerves but I chose to take it as a sign of war. She's marking her territory, but she's way out of her depth. He's mine. Well two can play at that game and I smirked at her looking nothing less then the genuinely nice woman I am. 

"You look stunning....err...oh Dev you haven't introduced me to your girlfriend. Honestly he's so rude at times..." I said as I gave him sly daggers. No doubt my eyes would glow red if they could. He shifted awkwardly as he introduced me to Holly. Holly, a child's name and a prickly leaf. A prick, perfectly fitting for this atrocity. How dare he insult me like this. 

I invited everyone to move into the candle lit dining room. I love this room. It's my pride and joy. I love everything from the marble floor to the italian silk drapes. My passion is the art hanging on the walls though. Masterpieces from our travels. Paris, Rome and a huge portrait of myself taken by a friend of mine. A gift to Max that he hung proudly. A black and white masterpiece. I purposely sat both Dev and Holly facing it just to score points. 

After slaving away for hours, I couldn't eat. I couldn't take my eyes off them. Dev looks mouth watering in his suit. I could fuck the man dry right now, but his prized pig keeps smiling at me. It's that annoying envious grin I get from the younger women around me. They always want what I have, but this one is succeeding and it's killing me. Another nauseating grin made me want to spit my wine in her face, but I'm too much of a lady. I've got twenty three years on this bitch and if she thinks I'm going to lose it now over her little teenage crush then she can piss right off. 

Instead I watched Carrie down another wine as Max told another story resembling something the Boringson's would say. In the end it all got to be a little too much and I made my excuses to leave for a breather. When everyone thought there would be more wine returning, no one was bothered about me leaving. God forbid their glasses become empty! 

I poured a quick shot of vodka and necked it. The sting on the way down was probably the most enjoyable part of my evening so far. 

"Trish..." I heard him but couldn't turn around. I already knew this was stupid. He shouldn't be in here. He's always been a little more reckless then me on that score. He's a twenty two year old in love after all. Or at least that's what he has claimed to be until tonight. 

"Trish look at me babe. It's not what you think. You know I was nervous about tonight. Conor said that I'd be best bringing someone and I just know Holly from the gym. She's asked me out a few times and I just thought fuck it! I'm not out to hurt you babe..." He said and I heard him moving forward and panicked. If he touches me it'll be game over. I'll crumble. I ache for his soft touch every night in bed. 

"She's very pretty Dev, very bubbly and blonde. Plus I can't knock her fashion sense can I? I just didn't know the little tramp could afford such luxury on her minimum wage gym job!" I spat and knew it was a ridiculously snobby comment but it's all I had. I'm attempting to argue with a man that I can't even look at and I'm still failing miserably. 

"I think you know that I bought it. Let's not get petty eh? I knew she needed to look the part and to be honest, I wanted her to look like you..." He almost mumbled and the coyness to his tone had me tingling all over. It was like a pulse from my ears straight to my twitching opening between my thighs. I couldn't take anymore and decided to take back what's mine. 

I turned and almost caved instantly as I took in his gorgeous face and that tailored suit hiding all of those delicious muscles. Of course other women want him. It's nature, but he's mine and I'm about to remind him of that fact. 

"She's not me though is she? She'll never be me Dev. She'll never be the woman you need. She'll never make you feel the way I can..." I smirked as I ran my hands up his chest. Those brown eyes are blazing with need as I pushed him up against the fridge and licked his top lip. "She'll never be enough for you Dev, never be able to take you like I can, fuck you like I can...." I whispered as I sucked his earlobe making him melt in my arms. 

I turned and enjoyed the feel of his hands as they snaked around my waist and ran downwards towards my ever dampening crease. I grabbed them refusing to allow him to see my need for him. To see my kitten purring so wildly. Instead I unclipped the fasten at the back if my neck and let the material fall from my breasts. He cupped both in his hands making my nipples harden as I pushed back into his crotch. Just the feel of his hard cock straining against his trousers had me pulsing between my legs. 

"Don't you want this anymore?" I asked in an innocent tone as I stroked his cheek with my hand and rested my head back against his shoulder. I licked his neck making him groan as his grip tightened on my tits. "It doesn't look like you need me anymore..." I teased as I ground my arse into his crotch. 

"I do!" He gasped almost in a begging tone as I continued to kiss and nibble his neck. He moved to kiss me but I pulled away slightly making him sigh like a spoilt child. I gripped a chunk of his hair in my hand and pulled hard making his eyes dance with excitement. 

"You wanna fuck me babe? Want your dick wet?" I taunted and he looks set to explode as he nods erratically whilst attempting to lick my pout. I felt like a goddess. Here he is my Adonis, brought to his knees by just the feel of my body against his. It was magic. "I don't think you deserve it. I don't think you're what I need anymore..." 

"I am! You fucking know I am!" He snapped breathlessly as he crumbles under my torture. I picked up the pace with my arse and he joined in with the rhythm. He pushed that beautiful cock against me driving us both wild as he squeezed my breasts in his expert hands. He kissed me as I surrendered for just a few seconds and flicked his tongue against mine in a delicious assault to my mouth. He started to hitch up my dress making me snap back to earth.  

"Show me! Come on baby show me how you'd fuck me..." I moaned as I halted his hands and rolled my hips against that astounding hard on pressing against me. He was breathless as he buried his face into my neck and took in the sweet scent of his gift. He thrust against me, each one getting harder then the last and I pushed back with just as much force. God I want him! 

Ever the chancer, he moved his hand between my legs and felt my streaming pussy. The small chuckle was that of a winner. He has emerged victorious as every drop from my throbbing lips defeats me. He picks up the pace with both his thrusting and his busy fingers as they switch from my swollen bud to my quaking opening. As soon as he slipped two inside, I was his for the taking. I raised my leg and rested it on the bottle rack in the island as he pounded my sweet spot with his digits. That combined with that rock in his pants thrashing against me and I was almost done. 

"Come with me baby!" I begged and I knew it was a foregone conclusion anyway. He's already moaning in my ear. Each one pushing me closer to the edge before I was free falling off it. It was like rainfall as my juices poured through his fingers and down my thighs. I knew from the choked out noise in my ear that my man had creamed his trousers. A nice sticky punishment for him for the rest of the evening. 

"She's gone tomorrow and I'll never see another girl again I swear!" He promised and I felt the relief hit me like a tidal wave. Holly is history. Dev is mine and Max is none the wiser. All in all, I'm a fucking genius! The door opening made us jump and I quickly turned to fix my dress. Luckily it's just one clip and I was secure again.

"There you are, I thought you two had got lost for a second. Look Dev I think you should get back to the table. Holly's giving Carrie fitness advice and it isn't going down well!" Max warned and laughed as Dev rolled his eyes. He likes Dev a lot. He's shown a lot of potential and deserves every bit of the success that's due his way. Max is determined to help him get there. 

"You look amazing in that dress darling. That brainless tart in there is nothing in comparison" he whispered huskily in my ear as he swept his hands over my body. He stopped at my arse and I panicked. Fuck there's a wet patch! I turned to do damage control quickly by wrapping my arms around him and returning the compliment. Blaming his suit for my wetness. Music to his ears obviously. 

Those greedy hands went wandering and thanks to Dev I'm all riled up for a hammering. 

"Christ you weren't kidding were you? Well let's not waste a good thing eh?" He winked before lowering down to his knees with a look of mischief in his eyes that's rarely there anymore. This is the man I married. He was Dev all those years ago. A twenty one year old charmer. Full of passion and hungry for me. The love of my life and every lick up my thighs just reminds me of the fact. 

I glanced at the door and thought about the dinner guests in the next room. Oh well, there's always time for a quick face hump between courses. 


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