The intensity of fucking for the first time in a shower was exhilarating.

No, you could not call it making love, no matter what Malcolm's plan had been.

Now I DID want to make love—time to leave this hot, steamy location for something less frantic.

I disentangled myself, reluctantly, from my boss’s embrace and turned off the shower. I stepped onto the tiles and reached for the towels warming on the towel rack. I handed one to Malcolm and we both dried off.

No, we did not dry each other, though I expect we will dry each other sometime soon. It is just TOO intimate yet.

Wordlessly, hand in hand we moved into the room. The scent of lemon accompanied us. The outside sky was still every hue of crimson as the sun dipped behind the horizon.

Malcolm picked me up effortlessly and carried me to the bed where he removed my towel, then his.

I was so thankful for my short-cropped blonde hair that needed no attention. As I lay there, struggling to grasp that this was happening, his eyes travelled over every inch of my naked body.

In turn, I did the same from the deep blue eyes, down his muscled torso to the hair that framed his penis which was now erect again. He was much bigger than Tony.

Ok, that wouldn't be hard, no pun intended.

“Chas, I've waited a long time, too long. I know you have felt the same...”

I never got a chance to speak. His mouth found mine. Gentle, yet insistent, mouths open to probing exploring tongues. The kiss deepened. My body lay beneath his, pinned to the soft, smooth cotton sheets.

My arms wound round his body; my fingers wound through his hair. My heart beat in harmony with his. Both were pounding. The heat and chemistry between us were undeniable and urgent, but I knew this would not be rushed, however difficult that would be for both of us.

He raised himself above me, his hands now following the path his eyes had taken. I watched every expression on his face. His eyes had darkened to midnight blue and had an intensity I had never seen before. He caressed my breasts and nipples slowly and thoroughly, as they responded by hardening to his touch.

His mouth then replaced his hands, gently sucking, licking and nipping. I moaned in absolute ecstasy. His hands had expertly travelled downwards between my parted legs, finding that sensitive area hidden beneath my blonde, trimmed bush.

Only a female knows what touching these pleasure spots feels like. Like being lit with liquid fire.

My hands stroked his torso, not quite reaching his erect shaft. Somehow I knew this was not what was needed just yet.

His insistent exploring became stronger; then as before, he replaced his hands with his mouth, his tongue again following the path his fingers had taken. All coherent thought deserted me. As I tipped into oblivion, my final thought was, “Why has my husband never done this with me?”

Malcolm raised himself and looked at me with such intensity before lowering himself to kiss me again. I could taste my body on his lips. It was intoxicating. My hands moved to touch his throbbing penis which was already wet. I have clever hands and knew how to use them, though I was out of practice. In one fluid movement, I broke away from the deep kiss and took him in my mouth. He lay back, his eyes closed, breathing erratically. My tongue licked and stroked and my teeth gently caught the sensitive tip. His body began to shake as he murmured my name over and over again.

I moved back to kiss him, sharing his taste as he had done with me. I had never, ever felt these sensations before.

We clung to each other, breathless, bodies glistening with sweat. We could wait no longer.

He thrust into me slowly and deliberately. The rhythm grew stronger and our bodies rocked in perfect unison. The warmth of his climax mingled with mine and flooded us both. As before, we both came together in a shuddering explosion.

He stroked my face and kissed me gently. There was such tenderness in his look. I was unaware that my eyes had filled with tears, until he gently wiped them away.

Concern was in his face now. “Regrets Chas?”

I shook my head and smiled. “Only for the lost time.”

*****

Sleep overcame us both. Moonlight filtered through the unshuttered windows, sending beams across the bed where we both lay, wrapped in each others arms. Chas was sound asleep.

An owl had wakened me. I knew I had a problem. Another rule had been broken.

I do not sleep with the females I fuck.

But I hadn't fucked Chas. We had made love and I HAD slept with her and intended to do so for as long as I could imagine.

Had I honestly thought that by bedding her, that the itch and wanting and needing her would go away?

Time to face the truth. I was in love with her, had been since the moment she walked through my door.

Problem was, she belonged to another.

Yes, I knew she felt something powerful for me.

But was it enough?

*****

In Aberdeen, snow was still falling, and the dark of night blanketed the city. I was not due home for several weeks. The exact date had never been given. This was unannounced.

What would I find on my return?

Would it be a pleasant surprise or an unwelcome shock?

The welcome was unimportant. My business back in Scotland was extremely important.

I exited the taxi which had brought me from Dyce Airport, actually the Leonardo Hotel beside the airport. I saw immediately there was no car, apart from mine, and no lights in the window.

My wife was not at home. That suited my plan. I put the key in the lock that had been turned twice. The hall was in darkness. I was alone. I checked each of the rooms. Everything was perfect as it should be. I wasted no time. I went to the spare room and removed two large suitcases from the cupboard. That would be enough. This particular plan was being finalised tonight.

I went through wardrobes and drawers and removed everything. I had been so careful. I had been slowly emptying possessions and clothing for months. It was easily covered up. My wife had no reason to suspect.

It didn't take long, and the two suitcases contained the last trace of existence in this house.

I took an envelope with the letter I had written earlier, and left it on the hall table in clear view.

I also took my car keys. No taxi this time. I double-locked the door and headed back to The Leonardo Hotel and to Room 640 where someone very special was warming the bed and chilling the champagne in anticipation of a night of wild sex at the completion and celebration of our plan.

Did I feel guilty? No, not really. Love had never been a factor in my marriage, and my own pleasure and pursuits came first.

The drive didn't take long. I parked my car, leaving the cases in the boot. The lift swiftly took me to the sixth floor. My key card opened the door. One lamp lit the room, which had a huge king-sized bed. Soft music was playing and yes, the ice bucket contained a chilling bottle of Moet.

I felt my spirits and cock rise at the naked, inviting form lying on the bed waiting for my return.

Johnathon.

My secret lover for the past year.

My golden youth, ten years younger. No one ever suspected. Now, though, our secret was out, written in the letter lying on the hall table.

On a table, a stark white envelope handwritten in black ink addressed to: Chastity Jones.