65 comments/ 113378 views/ 14 favorites A Simple Trap By: Winterfrog Many thanks to Dennis for editing this story. * I had a feeling that something was different with my wife Caroline. Not much, but enough for a man who had known her for twelve years and been married for ten. Caroline and I, Lars Ekman has an average Scandinavian family with two children, seven years old boy and a five years old girl. We live in our own house just outside a county capital and both of us are working full time; Caroline in the city hall and I am self-employed with a small consulting company with one employee. My wife and I met at an evening class for learning advanced use of Microsoft Excel and married two years later. Of course, just like most others our marriage had ups and downs but never any serious problems, at least not in my opinion. The first sign appeared about one month after our ten-year anniversary. It was her slight decreasing interest for sex. Not that she refused me any sex but had begun to suggest "quickies" instead of making love much more often than she used to do. The next slight visible sign was an increase of her clothing expenses. One further sign was her increasing nagging at me without any real reason. Caroline had always been out with her friends at least two evenings a week for different innocent matters as aerobics, evening classes, bowling and badminton but only a couple of late evenings a year at with the girls at some bar or restaurant when somebody in the gang wanted to celebrate something. I did my very best, but couldn't see any new or strange pattern in her evenings out. My employee Eric noted that I had problems with my marriage and told me that it was better to find out the truth than go around feeling as bad as I did. I told him that a private investigator could probably find out the truth but it was impossible for me to hire some PI for two very simple reasons: the first, there wasn't any such available, at least not in the phone book, neither in our town nor in the whole county. The second, even if there had been one, I didn't have the money to have Caroline tailed for a very long time. But I promised to do my best to bring a stop to the problems between Caroline and me. The last straw that broke the poor camel's back happened at the first Saturday evening after Eric had suggested me to do something. Caroline and I had been invited to a pleasant dinner held by friends just outside the town, where she had acted as a loving wife during the whole evening. She did that even the whole way home in the taxi we shared with another couple. Of course, I had a hope of continuing the pleasant evening with making love with her. But as soon as the babysitter had left our house, Caroline turned off her pleasant behavior and snubbed me off with, "Forget it if you've been stupid enough to expect something from me tonight." I gave up my efforts and replied with a bright smile, "What could I expect from an ice cold frigid bitch?" Nothing more was said that evening, but it took me several hours before I fell in sleep. I used that time to think out a simple plan. The only thing I had to do was to subscribe to an anonymity service on the web so I could send e-mails without be traced. After testing the mail-service during at Sunday, at Monday morning I sent the following e-mail to Caroline at her job: "Dear Mrs. Ekman, To my great disappointment I've been told and shown evidence about your cheating what makes me feel sorry for your husband and envy your lover for his pleasures with such gorgeous woman as you. Of course, I'm suffering from a strong temptation to share my information with your husband. But I have a better suggestion because I want and need some good times with a gorgeous woman, sponsored by you, during my next business trip to the continent. Therefore I expect you to be seated (alone) at Plaza café at 14.30 - 15.00 today (Monday) with 600 Euro in an envelope at the table. My errand woman will greet you by saying 'Aren't you Lars' sister?' You shall reply ' No, I'm the wife'. Thanks for your very kind co-operation. Your Real Friend " 600 Euro is a very low amount to be regarded as any serious blackmailing if she went to the police and they would hardly see it as any high priority case to save the reputation of a cheating slut wife. On the other hand it was even low enough for Caroline to fix it without any problems from an ATM. (Both Euro and our own Crowns are available in the ATMs outside our bank's main office) That Monday I suggested Eric a break for three o'clock coffee at Plaza café. We entered there a few minutes before three and to my pretended surprise I saw Caroline sitting alone at a table and then to my real surprise I saw Martin Jensen sitting alone a few tables away from her. Even Martin works at the city hall and he is married to one of Caroline's best friends. We had met him and his wife at the dinner last Saturday but I hadn't noted anything special between Caroline and him. Staring at Caroline and Martin, I shouted with a loud voice, "What the hell is going on here? Why are you two here instead of working? Why not sharing a table?" Martin left without a word to me and a few minutes later even Caroline left the café. Eric was even more confused than me, when I told him that we had probably succeeded in catching Caroline with her lover. After that I rang Martin's wife, Cecilia, at her job and asked her if she had any idea why my wife and her husband had taken the afternoon off their jobs and was sitting at separate tables at a café. Then I told her that I suspected Caroline having an affair and now Martin had to be the main suspect unless I get a very good explanation about what they were involved in. She promised to have a serious talk with Martin and give me a call when she knew anything. This Martin was a very good-looking man, usually expensive dressed, polite, good mannered and a real party pleaser. Of course, those of us who had known him since our childhood had a quite different opinion about him. At home I logged to our bank account where it was visible that 600 Euro had been taken out and inserted back during the day. For the time being that information was enough for me why I filled the divorce forms collected at the courthouse during my lunch break. When Caroline came home, she was angry as a bee and snapped at me, "You behaved just like an idiot at the café. I can explain everything, if you care to listen." I replied, "No I don't want to listen because I've got enough of you and don't care a shit about your explanation. Just read these divorce papers and sign them. Everything is shared 50/50 and you can't get a better deal, not even with a lawyer that will cost you a fortune." It was visible that she was really angry, very angry indeed, and shouted to me, "Those divorce papers are the only sane thing you been able to fix in a long time." Boiling of wrath she signed the divorce forms without reading them and shouted, "It will be a great relief to get a real man instead of a zero like you." So ended my marriage. Caroline went out from the house and I didn't care where. I got a call from a sobbing Cecilia, who told me that Martin had confessed having an affair with Caroline. Now he was crying and begging her to forgive him. She said that she didn't know what to do and had demanded Martin go and live with his parents for the next two weeks so she got time to think about their future. I told her that Caroline and I had already signed our divorce papers. One thing was for sure, if Caroline regarded Martin as her new dream man, she could forget that, but it wasn't my business to tell her. After the phone call I moved all Caroline's clothes to the spare room; that got her furious when she was back home. I couldn't resist the temptation to tell her that I had told Cecilia about what I had seen at Café Plaza. That information didn't make her happier. Strange things happened the next day. Back home after our jobs Caroline surprised me by saying, "Dear Lars, I'm sorry and regret everything what I said in my angry mood yesterday. I was stressed and said silly things I didn't mean. Can you to forgive me for that? You are and will always be my real love." "No hard feelings any longer. We are adults and expected to do our best to solve our problems." "Please give me those silly divorce papers we signed yesterday in angry mood and I promise to be a much better loving wife and I'll explain everything about yesterday." I looked straight in her eyes when I said, "The divorce papers are at the court and I already know everything about Marin and your affair. Yesterday evening after you went out Martin confessed his cheating to Cecilia, who rang and told me that your 'real man' was a crying wimp begging for mercy and claimed you are a conning slut who had seduced him. Not much for 'a real man' instead of me, is he?" Caroline sobbed and said, "Did Cecilia told you about Martin and me?" "Yes and that explains why our marriage been a loveless marriage for some time. I've suspected your cheating but found no real evidence until Martin confessed to Cecilia." Caroline got a strange look in face when she said, "But how come that you teased me sign the divorce papers several hours before Cecilia told you about Martin's confession?" "I had enough during last Saturday night and found out during several sleepless hours that a divorce, as soon as possible, was my only possible solution. The divorce was decided many hours before that the crying creep Martin confessed your cheating." "I'm sorry and wish I could undo everything I did with Martin. Is there any chance you can give me a second chance and forgive me?" "No, because I will never understand how you can prefer that creep Martin than me and dream about him as a 'real man'. I will never forget how you have humiliated me since you fell in love with him. But that pile of crap will be yours when Cecilia is done with him. You probably didn't know that all their inherited shares, savings, expensive house and cars are Cecilia's private property since Martin had his business. The only thing what Martin owns is a hell of debts since he bankrupted the business. Now Martin will even loose his expensive Rolex and BMW if those toys impressed on you. If you really love that weeping creep, it will be up to you support him and his expensive habits." "I've done a terrible mistake and will never understand how I could been stupid enough to be seduced and conned by that slimy worm. I'd rather be alone the rest of my life than have anything to do with him." The city hall gossip said that Martin had told Caroline to take hike to hell when she had told him about her signed divorce papers and suggested they be an item. That explains why she the day after her signing of the divorce documents she begged me to forgive her and cancel the divorce. Martin has been successful in avoiding me since he saw me at the café. Already the second day after his confession a doctor had put him on the sick list for stress and physical problems. Exactly as I had expected, Cecilia filed for divorce after their two-t weeks of timeout, and Martin never returned to his job at the city hall. After several months on the sick list he left town for a new job. Caroline and he never met or not even talked again. Caroline rented an apartment in a nice area but had to wait three months before she could move in. We agreed that she would stay in our spare room until then and that none of us would begin dating before our divorce was final. Though it was a chilly atmosphere in the house, the agreement worked better than expected. Then, about two months after we had filed for the divorce, something very unexpected happened to Caroline. A Saturday evening she asked me if I could still promise to keep an important secret about her economic matters. I promised and she said. "You've probably heard that somebody in our town won a jackpot on Lotto. I'm the winner. Not any of the big jackpots, (only something equal to about three million US Dollars). But enough to solve my entire economic problem. We are still married, that is why I have to ask you if you are demanding half of it?" "Congratulations. No, I don't demand anything or don't expect anything for myself. My only suggestion is that you set up some kind of funds for the children so they can buy cars, apartments when they grow up and thereafter support them if they are going to some higher education and when they are married." She looked at me and said, "Are you sure that you don't try to demand anything from me?" "Yes I'm. Your love had been enough for me. But I'm sure when Martin get that information, he will be as a burdock in your ass begging you to forgive his advice about a hike to Hell." "He will never know because you are only who will get that information from me and you promised to keep quiet. Though I didn't keep my own promises to you, I'm convinced that you are better than me and keep what you promised." Nothing further was said in that matter and everything went on as usual except that Caroline was out of town the next Thursday and Friday. At Saturday she asked me if we could have a dinner together because she had something to tell me. I accepted. Our children would stay overnight at one of our friends. The dinner was great with my favorite food and great wine, so I began to expect some attempts to buy my love and was curious about the value of my love in her opinion and how much she was willing to pay for the love. During the delicious dessert she said, "I did exactly as you suggested and created the funds for our children." I replied, "You are a good mother and those funds will be of a great advantage for them when they grow up." Nothing further was said in that matter, but we continued with pleasant small talk about other daily matters. During the coffee and Cognac after the meal when we were seated comfortable in a living room sofa she said, "I'm sorry for being a silly cheap slut who ruined our happy family by cheating and humiliating the best man I ever known. Today it is impossible for me to understand how and why I could fell for Martin's courting and seduction. I regret it as hell and have spent many sleepless nights crying about how damn stupid I've been. Of course, I know for sure that money can't by your love or not even your forgiveness. However, we know that courts use to sentence a wrongdoer to pay money to their victim as compensation for the caused pain and humiliation. But as no court in this country would care about what I did to you, I took care of the case by myself. I acted as both prosecutor and judge who decided that all Lotto-money what remained after the funds for our children is put into a personal private account for you. What I've done can not be undone." She gave me a three receipts from the bank I remained in silence for a long time before I said, "Good Heaven, what have you done? I can't take your money." She replied, "You haven't taken anything. The lawyers who fixed it said that it is watertight because there are no conditions of any kind. The money is your, only your and I neither can nor want to regret what I did with it. I don't demand or expect anything in return. I did what I did before I got caught for that stupid cheating." What the hell could I do? My love wasn't for sale, but Caroline hadn't tried to buy any love. No conditions at all. Not any begging about forgiveness, she had only spoken about compensation. Not even any attempt to kiss me. Though I was in some kind of shock, I began to understand that her love for me was real. Caroline was a clever beautiful woman and mother of my children. I suspected, without any doubt that she still was in love with me. Could I ever find any better woman than her? Probably not. Find any woman equal to her? Not even that. Could I forgive her? I didn't know but why not give it serious try? I decided to do that. I said to Caroline, "Dear Caroline, we are still married and have to talk with each other, talk about the past and talk about the future. I think that talking about the future fits better after that delicious dinner. Doesn't it?" She said, "Yes" and I continued, "A divorce hurts as hell and it hurts even more now after I have understood how much you really love me and how much you regret your affair." She began to cry and sobbed, "I'm praying every night that one day you will forgive me and give me a second chance." I moved closer to Caroline, hugged her and said, "We are still married. Shall we do a serious try to remain that?" "She looked straight in my eyes and whispered, "Am I dreaming or is it true?" "It is true because I hope you are equal to my Caroline before she was soiled by Martin. I miss that Caroline as hell." She hugged me hard and whispered, "You shall never regret our marriage again." That evening could only end in one way, great intensive lovemaking. During that night I did everything I could do for give her the very best sex she ever had and she did the same to me. It was just as the wedding night again and for a long time after that night we acted as newlyweds. Epilog. We skipped the divorce, everything went fine in our relation and now we are a happy family again. Our children demanded Caroline and I promised that never a divorce again. We haven't spoken much about Caroline's affair with Martin. Somehow I don't really care about any details. Though she gave me all her money, I will never feel that she bought me back because she had no conditions, only a slight hope. She staked everything she had, won what she wanted and only the future will show her if she did the right thing. The truth is that I missed her so much that I probably had done something by myself for getting her back without any money involved. One thing is for sure I love Caroline and she loves me. A Simple Trust The room was dimly lit; a few candles cast a soft glow of flickering light over the walls making everything appear almost dreamy. It was only when my eyes adjusted did I truly see her laying there upon the bed. A figure curled upon her side. Those soft flickering lights giving glimpses of the pale naked flesh that lay exposed on the rather opulent four poster bed. The comforter was several tones of reds and gold's mixed with various textures and sheens helping to give that illusion to luxury making it appear inviting. Pillows were fluffed and spread out along the top of the bed making it look as though it were a picture in a magazine if it were not for that naked body that lay there sleeping. As I looked around the room it was evident that some great planning had gone into the night and yet here I was walking in at a little past midnight. A bottle of wine which at one time had been sitting in a bucket of ice sat on the long wooden dresser, a platter with various fruits and cheese sat beside it. Two polished wine glasses topped off the small space on that dresser, again the whole thing looked as though it should have come from House and Home had it not been for the water droplets that circled the bucket that had once been filled with ice. I removed my tie and walked towards the bed. I could see that long hair fanned out perfectly on the pillows and it took my breath away. The candles continued to flicker as I walked past which created light and shadows along her perfect body. I wanted to reach out and run my hand long her thigh but I didn't, not yet. I undid the trousers and let them slide down stepping out quietly, then made quick work of that jacket and button shirt, leaving everything in a pile. Usually things would be hung up, the items required for the next day's work removed and laid out ready for my early morning, but tonight all of that could wait, my eyes were on her and only her. I wanted to reach out and touch her, take her right then but I knew it would not make up for my lateness, for my not calling. Oh no. This would have to be special. She needed to know she was my reason for everything, my lover. Taking the tie I walked closer to the bed. As I approached I let the end trail over her flesh and smiled as she stirred lightly but didn't wake. The end of the tie continued along her body till I reached out and wrapped one end around her wrist. The action woke her with a start and I smiled and leaned into her, pinning her lightly as slowly and firmly her wrists were bound above her head. She didn't say a word only watching with those pale blue eyes. My breath caught in my chest as I looked down and into her eyes and caught the rise and fall of her full breasts. The candle light playing with the shadows making her breasts appear swollen, so swollen I wanted to run my tongue down over the swell of her right breast. Instead, I lifted my right hand and starting at her shoulder I let one finger trail downward along that soft flesh. My index finger rolled along, teasing over that swollen mound till it disappeared into the warmth of that deep valley. A smile curled upon my lips as she reacted to my touch. Her breasts heaved even higher and I could hear that slight quickening of her breath let alone feel her heart beating faster. "Sorry I was late my love, work kept me." Leaning down my left hand moved along her right shoulder and up her swan like neck until I could cup her cheek. My thumb grazed her lower lip just before I captured her lips with my own. Crushing her body against mine in a deep and passionate embrace I could feel her hard nipples against my chest and it took all my willpower to not claim her right then and there. No. I knew this had to be savored, and I wanted to take my time with her, make her beg and writhe beneath my touch until I knew that what I had to offer would be the only thing to satisfy her needs. As I reluctantly pulled away from her lips she looked up and smiled. Those eyes drawing me in as they did each and every time I looked at her. She looked so vulnerable, like someone you wanted to keep safe, take care of and be there for; for the rest of your life. Yet she was not so vulnerable and she knew exactly what it took for me to want her, just as I did right now. My hand remained on her cheek, cupping the warm flesh as my left moved down along her flat stomach till I could feel her tremble lightly. Looking into her eyes I couldn't help but smile again. Did she have any idea what she did to me? She probably did and I know that she would enjoy every moment of knowing. If I didn't know any better I'd say she loved to tempt me and tease me, that was all part of the game, part of the draw and part of what made love making so wonderful. "It's alright darling; I know that you would have called if you could have. There will be other times for nights like this one." Her smile was so soft, tender, warm that it made her look like a child, one who was about to receive a most wonderful gift and even though she knew what was coming she also knew she'd enjoy each anticipated moment. I didn't answer her, instead my left hand moved back up over that flawless skin toward her breast. The thumb of my left hand caressed that rounded globe of flesh on her lower right breast before I let it trail higher over the fullness over her breast until my thumb could circle her nipple. I felt her body react as she arched towards my touch. That luscious body was already ripe, I knew this from the moment I had stepped into the room and had seen her naked body glowing in the candle light. Now, for her teasing me with that naked flesh she would have to please me and in turn I know she will want to please me. With a quick movement my index finger soon joined my thumb as they worked together to pinch that already erect nipple. Her voice sounded so soft as a whimper filled the night air. She arched towards my hand even more as I knew she was trying to improve some of that tension I know she felt as I pinched harder then tugged her nipple as if I wanted to pull it free of that perfect breast. Her body reacted the way I knew it would. Her back bowed upwards pressing her breasts into my fingers; a moan of pleasure escaped her lips as I watched her bite down on that perfect full lower lip. She was already squirming against me, as if she was trying to free herself yet part of her didn't want to. It was this reaction that I truly loved to watch and the one that excited me the most. With a quick tug on that nipple I let it slip from between my finger and thumb and watched it snap back into place smiling as I heard that soft whimper while I watched her writhe on the bed. Those pale blues looked up at me and I smiled as I saw that desire within and knew that the love and need we both felt for each other was still there as it had been on that first night together. Her arms were still above her head, wrists bound, just as I had left them, I knew she would not move them not until I told her to move or moved her myself. In this she was flawless, as if she knew exactly what would please me and keep me pleased without me even having to say a word. As I stood beside the bed I pressed the index finger of my left hand against the top of her right thigh. Slowly that finger drew up along her thigh, over the soft curving flesh of her hip and down that small curve of her taunt stomach then back up to the underside of those perfect breasts. My finger teased around that flawless circle of flesh and I felt her breathing quicken some then hold as my finger moved up between the deep valley between those two mounds before making its way up her neck to her arm and along till I reached her bound wrists. My hand wrapped around one wrist as I tugged her upwards. She moved almost like a doll you would position yet this doll having a will of its own. There was a complete trust in her eyes as she watched me. The look in her eyes right at this very moment made my heart fill with love and the rest of my body ache with need. Need for her body. That want and desire that filled me was about to spill over. "Oh John." Those two simple words made me hold my breath for a moment as I could feel my body react. She always had and always would be able to affect me with a few simple words. It still amazed me how her just saying my name would make me want to take her and make her mine all over again. Looking down into her eyes I ran my hand along her curves, making sure to take a moment to explore each and every one. A tender gasp, a soft whimper, a teasing moan and those moments when she held her breath let me know she was almost ready. My own body was aching for her in a way that almost made me want to continue this gentle torment. My hand stopped just above those soft folds. As I looked down I could see that she was ready and wanted me to take her now, but because of her need I would wait and make her beg for me to take her. Oh how I loved that sound, the sound of need in her voice, the want and desire coming through as she pleaded and begged to be taken. It was all I could do at times not to claim her right then and there at those first soft pleading words, but my need to continue to hear her over and over made me a patient man. Though being a man I could only take so much until I would finally take her. As my hand slide down between those damp, no wet, folds and she whimpered softly I leaned down and captured her hard and tender nipple between my lips. That hard bud was suckled in as I took a full mouthful of breast at the same moment my fingers parted her nether lips and entered that warm wet place. I felt her back arch as her hips were forced upwards making her body rock against my fingers. Her need was strong already which was always a surprise and it made me want to claim her but I couldn't. I was reminded of the very first time I heard her soft pleading words and how they made me want to take her so hard right then and there. I often wonder if she knows the effect she has on me. That first time, those words rang through my memories, through my mind; John, please, please can I cum for you. As I came back to the reality that was the here and now a soft little growl escaped my lips as I continued to torment that full breast and tender nipple with my teeth. Tugging and biting down hard. I smiled as I felt her back arch upwards sending that mound of flesh deeper into my mouth. A low moan escaped my lips and I felt her shudder as my fingers that were buried deep within her began to move. Those soft whimpers and moans that she let out driving me to move faster and faster as I could feel her become lost in the moment. God how I wanted her but no, I couldn't. I wanted, NO needed to hear her beg. With each and every movement I knew she was getting closer to the moment. I could feel the change in her breathing as I continued to torment that already tortured bud. I could feel her growing excitement as my fingers moved within her warm confines. Her back arched more every time I bit down or suckled at the warm flesh, her thighs parted wider each time I thrust my fingers in deeper. Her soft panting began to fill the quiet of the night and I found it made me want to continue her torment. And then it began and I smiled. "John please, please can I cum." Her voice a soft pleading whisper as I felt her body continue to arch upwards into my fingers, her breasts thrust up and into my mouth as if she wanted to silence me so I could not deny her. I released her nipple and lifted my head so I could watch her face, see her expressions. "No." One simple word that made her body shudder softly against my touch. The moment I felt her I leaned down and kissed her deeply, letting all my desire ride out in that kiss. Did she know how much I wanted her? God I hoped not. Her body cried out for more as my fingers continued their torment, my lips broke free from hers and moved along her jaw and down along the silken flesh of her neck. The most sensitive of her spots and it made me smile to know that I would again be hearing those soft pleading words as I continued to trail the kisses along until I took a mouthful of flesh into my mouth and simply nipped at it. Her body arched fully as she pressed her entire warmth into my hand sending my fingers deeper into her body. Her nipples so hard grazed against my chest as she arched her back. "Please, oh god, please John please." So soft if I hadn't known those words were coming they would have been missed. I continued without answering, making her squirm against my fingers. Her body twisting as she tried to pull away, but I held her with my body as she whimpered the sweetest sounds I had ever heard. "Mmmm, John please, please, please, please." Her words faded and I couldn't make out the rest as she shuddered again. I felt myself smiling as I watched her moving against me, fighting each movement as if she was trying to forget what was going on, almost as if she was trying to detach herself but couldn't. "Please what Lynn?" "Please John, please let me cum, let me please, mmm God please." Her soft voice, that sensual whisper of a sound drove me crazy. Did she know how hard it was to listen to her and not just take her, not just fuck her so very hard right then and there? But no, I wouldn't. The pleasure in making her body writher and cry out for more was more exciting and when the time was perfect I would take her. "No Lynn." My voice matter of fact, almost mono tone as I watched her knowing full well she'd whimper and cry out but God help me I loved to hear her like this. I moved my body over top of her, pushing her thighs father apart as I pulled my fingers from her only to smile as she whimpered and pressed her hips up towards me like she wanted something inside her. As she arched her body upwards those warm wet lips found the head of my already hard manhood. I watched as her eyes opened and she purred pressing up higher as if she was tempting me to enter her. With one swift and hard movement I entered her. Pressing into her body with my own till I was fully inside where I didn't move. I felt her squirming, trying to press up into me and pull away. Her body pleading for me to fuck her but I wouldn't. Not yet. The fingers of my left hand moved up the curve of her waist, dancing lightly along her skin until they curved under her breast. Leaning down I again suckled her nipple into my mouth and heard her cry out. "Please. Please. Please John please." "No pet." I smiled with that nipple still clenched between my teeth and tugged hard as I bit down at the same time. Her body reacted and I felt her shudder then heard that whimper as I knew she was trying hard not to let her body betray her. It was then that I began to move my hips. Slowly at first, but as her soft little whimpers, soft moans and pleading words begging me to let her cum continued I began to move faster. Each and every moment drew us closer together. I knew that I wouldn't be much longer. My hands moved along her body and up to those hands that were fastened with my tie. It didn't take long to release her when I heard those soft whimpers once again. "Please John. Please, God please." My body was moving in perfect time to her own as I drove into her with such force and need I felt her entire body moving upwards. I felt her need as it began to override my own. And I knew I could not keep holding her back any longer. "Cum for me pet, Lynn cum for me." As soon as I said it I felt her body shudder hard, her back arched up and pressed into mine. Her hard perfect nipples crushed into my chest and I felt her nails slide down the length of my back and dig into the skin as she let out that cry of release. Her own cry sent me over the edge as I pressed into her hard one last time and felt her body pull out my own release. Together that desire was quenched, for now anyway, as I find with her, when I see her or hear her voice the desire grows each day. Her own soft purring sounds and little whimpers continued as she let her fingers trail along the flesh of my back. She relaxed under me. Mine. She was all mine. Both hands moved to cup her cheeks. Looking into her eyes I smiled as I kissed her. I sometimes wondered who was in control. Surely she had to know just how she affected me, and if she didn't then it would be something I would share in time. But for now these loving, passionate tormented moments would continue just as they were.