I’m a good man, a married man, and a man who doesn’t answer the door when temptation knocks.
But temptation doesn’t knock; it rubs its tits against the doorframe and lets itself in.
Temptation’s name is Evie.
And I like blue eyes. My wife’s eyes are blue. Evie’s are brown like bittersweet chocolate, yet somehow I trip over my vows and fall toward them. Her mouth breaks my fall. My lips thank her, then my tongue. Just one taste of temptation won’t hurt.
I wipe my mouth, go home, and kiss my wife.
But the way Evie says my name. The way her tits wear the silk. I’m sure just fleeting thoughts, no worries. I’m a man who remembers his wife when I walk out the office door.
In her stilettos, Evie stumbles on the stairs. I’m not far behind and catch her by her hips. She says she should leave her heels for bed, digging in my ass. And so, I lead her to my office, lay her on my desk, raise her skirt, and spread her thighs.
A tongue is no big deal. Just trying a different flavor. Temptation comes in squirts.
My wife has waited up, less sparkle in her blues. I assure her we are fine and cleanse my tongue inside her cunt.
Temptation calls with its nipples, poking through the silk. I free them, suck them, and pinch them till they hurt.
It’s just a mouth. Just fingers. Just nipples. My wife has nipples, too. Hers don’t look at me the same tonight. But I kiss them till they do. I’m a good man, a married man, who can keep his cock in line.
But projects have deadlines. Later nights are needed. I rub Evie’s shoulders. She rubs my cock. I rub her clit. We feel better and get the job done. We don’t fuck. Temptation knows the boundaries.
My wife doesn’t wait up. It’s fine. We’re fine. She’s tired. I’m tired.
Time slithers along the slippery slope. So does life and lust. It’s inevitable. Temptation’s natural progression. My cock pushes on my zipper as I’m at Evie’s door. It opens wide. No brown eyes are in sight, just blue eyes flaming red.
“Fuck,” I spit before choking on my tongue.
“I delivered you from Evie” is all my good wife says.
