The following morning, I was pacing our bedroom thinking about how to answer Ivy’s text. That guilt I wasn’t feeling last night? Well, it hit hard now. And with that guilt came a barrage of questions I didn’t know the answers to.  

I wondered if Ivy was looking for a quick thrill of seducing a housewife.  Was she craving a deeper connection like I was? But the heaviest question running through my mind was if was willing to implode my marriage and consciously cheat on Liam.  

Liam and I had been together since I was 18. He was my first everything, and not once during our time together had I ever looked at another man, let alone a woman. But it was undeniable how we had grown apart physically over the last month.  

Logically, I knew how wrong it was to betray his trust; That I could lose not only him but my family as well. Yet I had this gut feeling that if I didn’t pursue Ivy, the guilt I felt would be nothing compared to the regret of not putting myself out there.  

“Fuck it,” I muttered to myself, picking up my phone and sending Ivy a text.  

Lilli: There was definitely some self-appreciation that happened last night, and you were a great addition to it. I couldn’t stop thinking about you if I’m being honest… 

I barely had time to second-guess my response before my phone pinged with a new text from Ivy. I felt a warmth in my chest knowing she was eager for my response.   

Ivy: Well, this is a great text to wake up to, and it seems we had the same idea last night. Let’s say you were a starring feature in my self-appreciation too.  

That text cemented my resolve.  If I was going to burn in the flames with Ivy, then I'd do it right.  I would deal with the fallout as it came.  

Lilli: So we were both thinking about each other last night… I’d say that’s a dangerous coincidence. Now you’ve got me curious about exactly what was going through your head.  

Ivy: Oh, I don’t know if I should tell you that. You might never look at me the same way again. 

Lilli: Considering I have been eager for your messages, I’m not sure that’s necessarily a bad thing. 

Ivy: Careful, Lilli. You keep talking like that and I’m going to start thinking you actually want to know. 

Lilli: Maybe I do. 

Ivy: Maybe? 

Lilli: Okay I honestly do. You have me discovering a whole side of myself I never knew existed.  

Ivy:  Oh really? Well can't say I mind being the one to bring this out of you.  And I'm more than willing to help in your discovery.  

Lilli: If that's the case, you should tell me what you were thinking about instead of leaving me guessing 

Ivy: I could…But I think it would be more fun to show you sometime. 

I stared at the last message for several seconds, my heart beating a little faster than it had any right to. 

Lilli: What if I said yes to that offer?  

Ivy:  Just tell me when and where, darling. I'd have you crying out my name in no time and send you back to your husband properly satisfied.  

"Oh my God," I murmured, my cheeks burning pink with my blush.  My clit had a heartbeat of its own and the wetness in my panties let me know I was very on board with her statement.   

Lilli: Fuck, Ivy... What about the fact that I'm married? My feelings for you aren't just something I'm experimenting with.  Before we go any further, I need to know where you stand. 

Ivy: I think that depends on what you want, Lilli. If you’re asking whether I’m going to pretend your husband doesn’t exist, then no. I know you’re married. I knew that when I started flirting with you. 

Lilli: That doesn’t really answer my question.  What exactly are you looking to get out of this?  

The chat bubble appeared and disappeared for over a minute.  I was a mess of nerves by the time her response came in.  

Ivy: Maybe because there isn’t an easy answer. Honestly? I want more than a night with you. I like you, Lilli. Not just the flirting. Not just the tension between us. I like talking to you. I like making you laugh. And I don’t want to be some secret you feel guilty about the next morning. 

I read the message twice. Then a third time for good measure. Her comment hit close to home, considering how I woke up feeling. However, it also reassured me knowing she was all in.  

Between the two of us, I obviously had more to lose if this went sideways. But I knew if didn’t at least see where this could go, I would always have the “what ifs” running through my mind.  

Throughout the week we continued our flirty banter, becoming more forward with our advances while continuing to build our relationship. Ivy would be out with friends that night, so I was surprised when a text popped up from her.  

Ivy: Do you and Liam have the house to yourselves tonight? 

I didn’t think anything of it when she brought Liam up. Ivy was no stranger to talking about Liam and understood that I wanted to mend the gap with him just as much as I wanted to explore this passion with her.  

Lilli: Yes, we are. The kids are with my parents tonight, and he was home early for a change 

There was a brief pause before my phone buzzed again. 

Ivy: Very good, because I have a little something for you to do tonight. 

My curiosity immediately got the better of me. 

Lilli: Oh? And what exactly did you have in mind? 

Ivy: All that teasing I put you through this week? I want you to channel that and seduce your husband.  

Ivy: Then once he's asleep, you're going to walk me through it too.  Tonight you're going to have both Liam and me screaming your name. 

I felt heat creep into my cheeks at the sudden dominant change in her tone.    

Lilli: And what if I don’t? 

Ivy: Then there would be a punishment, darling. I’d say a spanking would be in order.   

Oh god, when she worded it that way, I almost wanted to disobey.  

Ivy: Besides, you’ve spent weeks mentioning how much you want to reconnect with Liam. So stop overthinking it and just take action.  

Lilli: Yes, Miss 

Ivy: Oh, I love the new name you have for me. Miss Ivy has a nice ring, don’t you think? 

I’d never been the overly submissive type, but the thought of calling her Miss Ivy as she spanked me had my core tingling. 

Ivy: Now be a good girl for Miss and go get dressed. Something that makes you feel beautiful. Then go find your husband and make him remember what he’s been missing. 

I smiled down at my phone as I felt a nervous excitement building inside me.  Liam was unwinding downstairs, so just as Ivy instructed, I got to work making myself feel beautiful. Twenty minutes later, I loved what I saw staring back at me in the mirror.  

I wore a sheer black lace bra and matching thong that hugged my curves. Thigh-high stockings and my favourite black stilettos completed the look.  My curls were in a messy updo with a few framing my face. I kept my makeup natural, with just a touch of gloss on my full lips.   

Feeling empowered and sexy, I decided to do a little teasing of my own.  Posing in front of the floor-length mirror, I took a picture and sent it to Ivy.   

Lilli: A little something for you to visualize when you're touching yourself tonight.  

Even though she would have been out already, I received a reply almost instantly.  

Ivy: God, Lilli, you are stunning. How exactly do you expect me to behave after seeing that.  

Lilli: A little bit of self-restraint will do you good Miss. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a husband to seduce.  

I knew I was being bratty with that response, but I wanted to tease her.  I wanted her squirming in her seat, imagining me seducing Liam and knowing he was having what she so desperately craved.   

Making my way downstairs, I took a few calming breaths, hoping tonight would work in my favour.  

In the living room, Liam was on the couch in a tee and boxer briefs with his back towards me.  Instead of walking over to him just yet, I leaned against the door and let out a breathy "Hi, baby."  

"Hi Sweethea-" The words died on Liam's tongue the second he turned to face me.  

Slowly walking towards him, the only sound heard was the clicking of my heels.  "What's wrong, big guy? Has it been so long that you've forgotten you had a wife needing your attention?" 

He looked me up and down with pure hunger in his eyes, gripping my hips the moment I stepped in front of him. 

"Since starting your project, can you recall the last time you properly satisfied me?" I asked, running my fingers along his shoulders.  

"I'm sorry, baby.  I know I've been bringing the work home with me.  You deserve better than what I've been giving you," he murmured, moving his right thumb back and forth against the lace on my hip.  

I placed my hands over his, keeping them against my skin as I held his gaze.  “I don't need better, Liam. I need you.” My voice softened. “I miss my husband. I miss the man who used to look at me like I was the only woman in the room.” 

His expression changed, the hunger in his eyes giving way to something more vulnerable. “I know,” he whispered. “And I'm sorry.” 

I smiled gently and straddled his legs “I don’t want you to apologize.”   

He raised an eyebrow. “What should I do instead?” 

Grabbing the hem of his tee, I lifted it over his head, letting my fingers slowly trail over his chest. “Make it up to me.” 

A grin appeared on his face as his lips found mine, tentative at first, then growing needier. For the first time in months, all the little frustrations that had followed him home seemed to disappear.  

Liam trailed his lips from my mouth over to my neck, kissing and nipping as he explored.  His hands moved up from my waist to cup my breasts, sucking my nipples through the lace. 

My fingers wove through his hair, holding his mouth to me as I ground down on his hardening cock. My nipples were so sensitive that the feeling of the lace plus the suction of his mouth had me soaked.  Grinding down on him harder, the pressure hit perfectly on my clit.  

"God, Liam, if you keep this up, I could cum just like this." I moaned  

Determined, Liam unclasped my bra and slid the lace off my body. Dipping his head, he flicked each nipple before taking one between his lips and sucking gently. He gripped my hips, pulling me down harder as he thrust up against my covered pussy. He suddenly bit my nipple, and that contrast from gentle to rough, that touch of pain, had me cumming all over him, soaking through my thong and leaving a wet spot on his briefs.  

"You're so sexy when you cum for me," Liam growled.  

Wanting to taste him, I made my way to my knees, pulling his boxer briefs off as I went.  As I was about to take him into my mouth, Liam gripped my chin and stopped me.  

“I’m too worked up right now, baby. If you put me in your mouth, I won’t last. And that won’t do because I need to fuck this pussy.”  

I stood and turned my back to him. Slowly, I shimmied my thong down my legs, leaving only my thigh highs and stilettos on. Swaying my hips and ass in his face, I looked over my shoulder at him “Then what are you waiting for? Bend me over the couch like your little slut and fuck me.”  

That was all the encouragement he needed. Within seconds, I was bent over the arm of the couch, and in one thrust Liam entered me fully.  

“Fuck, baby, you are so wet and tight.” He ground out, smacking my ass. The rougher he was with me, the wetter I became.  As he fucked me hard from behind, an idea popped into my mind. Liam loved dirty talk, so why not give my fantasy with Ivy a voice?   

“Oh fuck, Liam, you are so deep in me,” I moaned. “But do you know what would make this experience even better? If we had a woman lying on this couch.”  

Liam didn’t say anything, just moaned and gripped my hips harder.  

“Can you picture it? You’re destroying my pussy from behind, while she grabs my hair and brings my mouth to her pussy. My tongue flicking her clit as I thrust two fingers in her.” 

I moved my hand down to rub my clit and continued. “I would time my fingers with your thrusts. Curling them to hit her g-spot. I want her cumming all over my face as she watches you fuck me.” 

Even though Liam wasn’t voicing anything other than grunts and moans, his body couldn’t hide his reaction to my words. The more I described my fantasy with Ivy, the harder his thrusts became.  Each breathy statement brought us closer to the edge, and I could feel him growing harder inside me.  

"But what makes this fantasy all the better is knowing how into it you'd be.  Seeing your prim and proper wife eating out a woman; knowing that she is feral for the taste of her pussy."  With the image of Ivy in my mind and Liam's thrusts, I shattered around his cock, squirting my cum all over him and down my thighs.  

"Oh fuck, baby, I'm cumming!" Liam moaned. I felt his cock throb inside of me, gushes of cum releasing into my sensitive pussy. Pulling out, he picked me up bridal style and began his aftercare.  

I waited until Liam's breathing had settled into the slow rhythm of sleep before quietly slipping out of bed. Back in the living room, I had missed texts from Ivy.  Leaving them unread, my thumb hovered over the video call option. I pressed it, and Ivy answered almost immediately; her face filled my screen. 

"Hi darling," she whispered. "Such a good girl calling me tonight. Now...tell Miss everything."     

To be continued...