Lucy was lying naked in her bed, next to a man who wasn't her husband but her lover, Pedro, the man who'd claimed her body and mind in just a few months.
Since the first time she saw him, she had decided it was the moment to have an affair, and he was the best choice for it. She had never cheated before, even though she had had opportunities in the past, and doing it felt like being reborn, like pure, intoxicating freedom. Strangely, James seemed to sense a change in her, or so Lucy believed, as she sensed him becoming a little more interested in her lately, sexually, that is.
The irony was that the first day she and Pedro had sex, that was the moment she started to suspect James was cheating too. But now, lying in bed, after what she would call a good, proper fuck, she wasn't thinking of that.
Her mind was revisiting those sexcapades of the last few months. Sometimes it played like a scene from her student years, where the passion burned so deep and there was no time for preliminaries, straight to sex, an animalistic rut that flooded her with waves of pleasure. Other times, the kissing and caresses stole the show, Pedro's tongue exploring slowly and deeply, his fingers circling and plunging for what felt like a delicious eternity. The sex had no limits, spread across the kitchen table, under the shower, bent over the couch, lying down on the carpet, pinned gasping against the wall... or like now, tangled in these very sheets, where her husband would soon sleep.
Little by little, she understood the risks of getting caught were smaller than she first thought, because she prepared better for them. She was always careful not to have marks on her body or lingering perfume in the house, and she always cleaned up, but she was smart enough not to be too perfect. Like not making the bed for days: for James, a sign of her laziness; for her, an opportunity to have sex in the comfort of her bed.
Another strategy to reduce the risks was that Lucy made a constant effort to get closer to James's secretary. At first, it was because she suspected her of sleeping with James, but now it was to better understand his schedule. Lucy found Susan attractive, and even though she had never tried sex with women, she wouldn't have said no to her if the opportunity arose. They met a few times in town for a lunch break, and Lucy flirted with her to lower her guard and learn more about her husband's office activities.
Susan was clearly evasive and not willing to say much, but Lucy found out the essentials. She understood that James made her think his calendar was chaotic and unpredictable, but her interactions with Susan painted a totally different picture. Lucy began to suspect Susan knew about James's infidelity, but her loyalty to her boss kept her lips sealed. Yet, she seemed to subtly guide Lucy toward the truth, as if quietly rooting for her to uncover it.
This was not really to know about James's infidelity; it was to properly and safely arrange for Pedro to visit her. For now, James seemed oblivious to her shenanigans, or even if he did notice something suspicious, he never let it show. It was less probable because it wasn't in his nature to be calculated and plan carefully ahead. Sometimes she wondered what James would do if he found out about her affair. She was pretty sure he wouldn’t want a divorce. After all, her family's money was a powerful incentive to keep their marriage intact.
Three days later
Lucy was making dinner and waiting for James to return from the office, but he was late. She tried calling him with the pretext of buying some sweets she liked from a shop near his office. As she expected, James didn't answer. He arrived home after an hour and a half, saying he was at the gym. And that was the moment Lucy had waited for almost a month: the lie! Her discussions with Susan pointed out that James's personal trainer did not work on Fridays because of religious reasons. Lucy seemed unaffected by this information and pretended to accept the lie. Even more, she prepared a trap for him. She turned to him:
"I did some yoga today," she said, her voice a sultry purr, "and it got me so horny."
She stepped closer, her fingers brushing his chest, slow, possessive.
"Bet that gym got you all worked up too, right?"
She leaned in, her lips grazing his ear, her breath hot.
"How about a quick one, right here on the couch? Like you like it, hard and fast."
James froze, looking like a deer caught in headlights, desperately searching for an escape. Lucy saw it all but played dumb. She pressed closer, acting like she thought James was just faking to dodge sex, turning it into a game.
"What's wrong, baby?" she purred with a sweet voice heavy with passive-aggressive venom. "Too tired for me? Or… should I beg for it?"
She didn't wait for his answer, dropping to her knees with a slow, deliberate move. Her hands yanked his pants down, freeing his cock. Lucy's fingers curled around him, stroking firmly, then she leaned in, lips wrapping around the tip, sucking deep, her tongue swirling, hot and wet. Not as hard as he usually is, thought Lucy. She knew he was spent from fucking someone else, she was almost sure of that, and this was just another confirmation. She stood, spun around, and bent over the couch, hiking her skirt up to bare her round ass, swaying it just enough to taunt him.
"Come on, baby," she cooed, voice low and sultry, "I want you."
Her words were a dare, pushing him past his excuses. James stepped up, but his cock was still limp as he pressed against her, trying to push in.
His face burned with raw frustration.
"Fuck," he growled, "I'm spent from the gym."
She arched more, urging him on with a soft, "Come on, baby, give it to me." He gripped her hips and finally managed to slide in, his cock stiffening just enough. He pounded into her, hard and relentless, like he was trying to prove something, to erase the hiccup of his initial failure. Lucy moaned, loud and exaggerated, while her body rocked with his rhythm. But even as he fucked her with everything he had, it took him longer than usual to come. The verdict was clear.
A week later
Friday again. Lucy called James with a light voice, calculated and cool, "Hey, baby, I'm going out with Rose for a drink or two to catch up. Might be a bit late, okay? Just heat up the food in the fridge."
James replied in a tone that seemed almost happy, "No problem, I'll be late too. I'll go to the gym."
Lucy's lips twisted into a sharp smirk as she ended the call. She wasn't meeting Rose; it was just a way to lower James's guard so he would visit his lover. She drove to the office building, parking her car a safe distance from James's, and waited, scanning for him to leave work. Not long after the hour she expected, James appeared and got into his car. Lucy followed, keeping her distance, trying her best not to be observed, yet afraid she would lose him. Ten minutes later, he pulled up to a house she knew all too well.
The shock slammed into her, harder than she'd braced for. Seconds later, the door opened, and there was Ann, that boring, average Ann, greeting James with a smile as he stepped inside. Lucy's grip tightened on the steering wheel. What the fuck, James? she thought, her stomach twisting. If he'd fucked Susan, yeah, it would've hurt, but she could've understood. Susan was irresistible. But Ann? Quite predictable, if you think about it. Her initial anger subsided quickly. Why would she care that much? She tried to imagine them having sex and somehow it wasn't working for her.
She remembered the massage at the resort and thought, maybe she gets wild in bed. How strange, she thought; she almost regretted that it wasn’t Susan, her husband's lover… she could imagine a wild threesome, James, Lucy and Susan. Susan between her legs as James pounded her, or… the possibilities were endless! But with Ann… pass!
Lucy stayed in her car for maybe fifteen minutes. Most women would've banged on that door, catching James and Ann red-handed. Not Lucy. She had a better plan. Stay quiet, stay hidden, then hit hard when the time was right. She started the car and drove home, calm now that she had solved this puzzle.
Three days later
Lucy invited Ann into town for coffee after work, a chance to unwind and catch up. She arrived early at the cozy café, selecting a quiet corner table tucked far from the other people. With a subtle flick, she propped up her phone and hit record.
Ann soon slipped through the door, oblivious to the true purpose of their meeting. Lucy launched into the usual pleasantries: how are you? How's Mark? Still buried in work? That James is the same, always busy. Lucy then declared something like they should all get together again soon, relax, enjoy each other's company. She added with a knowing glint that James certainly seemed to enjoy Ann's company.
Then, like she was talking about the weather, Lucy said calmly, “You’re cheating on Mark with James,” Lucy said, voice smooth as silk, calm as a summer morning. “Don’t insult me by lying. These stay between us for now. Mark doesn’t need to know. Your marriage stays intact if you do exactly what I say.”
Ann’s face drained of color, her lips trembling. “It's true, you’re right, and I’m ashamed of that. W-what do you want?”
Lucy leaned in with a sharp smile. “Keep fucking him. Act like nothing’s wrong. Like nobody knows. Let James think he’s clever, that his little secret is safe. When I need something, you deliver. No questions. No drama.”
Ann was surprised by this cold and strange approach. She agreed to the conditions, even though deep down she was afraid that this was only the beginning.
Lucy continued, “Now tell me everything about this affair of yours.”
