Three weeks passed since Robert last saw Pree. He’d spoken to her husband, Ro, a few times, and it was clear he was unaware of Robert’s attempted seduction of his wife. That was promising, he thought. But that didn’t mean she would change her mind, or even that she wasn’t angry at him for trying to sleep with her.

It was late summer, and a warm, monsoonal storm was blowing in. The wind and rain were heavy and expected to get worse. Robert knew Ro was out of the country on business, leaving Pree home to face the storm alone. As coming by unexpectedly might seem a duplicity, he called her cell, wanting instead to give her the emotional security of distance if indeed she felt threatened by his presence.

The call, however, refused to connect, announcing in a lifeless, automated voice that her phone could not be reached. That’s damn peculiar. He thought with concern. If the storm knocked out her cell service, it must already be worse than I thought.

The urgency of the situation had elevated substantially. With flooding predicted, her being unable to call for help made the situation much more serious. This was no longer about his desire for her. He cared about her, and with the storm only getting worse, it no longer mattered if she was upset with him. He needed to check on her, and if she wanted him to leave at that point, he’d respect her wishes. Whatever her reaction, he had to try. Doing nothing was no longer an option.

The drive was difficult. The narrow, winding roads were already threatening to drown under the unrelenting rain, and the ferocious winds were pummeling the trees, tearing off limbs or simply knocking them over altogether. He was still miles from her home when he realized why her phone hadn’t connected.

The power was out in a wide area, and either a cell tower was down, or her phone had run out of its charge. Either way, it was getting dark, and the battery-powered lantern in his emergency kit could be the difference between her sitting in the dark, or having some light for the evening.

The wind was whipping as he pulled into her drive. Branches littered the street, and the rain was falling in sheets. Getting her out of the house might have been the wisest course at that point, but with the power down for miles, he had to brave the storm again, just to find a hotel that had both power and an available room. As it was likely others would be seeking shelter elsewhere, finding a hotel that had both was becoming increasingly problematic as the minutes ticked by.

oo0oo

Pree didn’t like storms, and this one was growing frightful. She debated calling Robert, but the cell service was out along with the power. Without either, there was no way to reach him, or help of any kind should the situation become dire.

Worse, even with the rain, the weather had grown oppressively hot and humid, and with air conditioning being impossible without the grid, her home was becoming a virtual sauna. With no escape from the heat, Pree changed out of her tunic in favor of her satin Choli, a bralet that would leave her midriff bare while protecting her modesty.

As her long skirt was quite cool, she left that on, feeling pleased that she could be both comfortable and presentable if a neighbor happened to come by for help.

The clouds above were ominously thick, shrouding the house in muted darkness long before the sun set, so she lit the few candles she had, providing dim light in her living and bedrooms. Thunder was booming while lightning cracked the sky and Pree sat on her couch, knowing she could do nothing but wait out the storm.

It was as the afternoon was turning to dusk when an insistent knock sounded from the door. Believing it was a neighbor, she rose from the couch and headed into the foyer. Trepidation of an unknown emergency coursed through as she unlocked and opened the heavy, oaken door.

There, soaked to the bone, with glistening drops of rain dripping from his perfectly trimmed goatee, stood Robert. His disheveled appearance and worried eyes stood in stark contrast to his usually stony calm, revealing the side of him Pree had worried she might never witness again. The trepidation of disaster she’d been feeling was washed away by a wave of relief at seeing him appear amid that horrible storm.

“Robert, my gosh, you’re soaked! What on earth made you drive all this way in such horrible weather?” Pree took his hand as she spoke, ushering him in as if lightning might strike the porch.

“There’s been flooding in the area, and when I couldn’t reach you with Ro away, I feared for the worst. I’m just glad to find you safe and dry.”

“My gosh, thank you. I was going to call you, but my service went out and I couldn’t reach you.”

“That makes sense. By the way my call to you was transferred; I’m pretty sure the network is down for miles. That’s why I came. You wouldn’t be able to call for help even if the power came back on.”

Pree had dashed to the hall bath while he was speaking, returning with a towel and handing it to him so he could dry his face.

oo0oo

A short time later, Pree and Robert were on the couch. The room was quiet in contrast to the storm raging outside. The candles' flickering light seemed to grow brighter as dusk faded, casting their dim, orange light and creating dancing shadows in the corners of the room. The sky became black as pitch, with only the occasional flash of lightning illuminating the world in stark, monochrome stills. Despite the storm, Robert’s worry had gone, replaced by the warming comfort of Pree’s unspoken forgiveness.

He still wanted her, of course, and he believed she knew that, but that was now less important to him than the knowledge she was not frightened by his presence. Sipping his wine, he dared gaze at her, not as a potential conquest, but in simple admiration of her youthful beauty.

Pree was sitting with her back to the couch’s arm and her bare feet at rest between them. She was close enough to touch, yet showed no sign of the fear she’d displayed to his previous advances. She was both beautiful and sexy, with her Choli embracing her breasts and revealing the soft allure of her open midriff.

Her golden-brown legs, now exposed to her upper thigh through the slit in her skirt, were visions of beauty. Even her dainty feet, with her manicured nails painted a matching blue, tempted his touch. He noticed all of this, but sat stoically, turning his gaze to the flame and refusing to let his eyes wander further as his gnawing arousal warred against his valiant fear of hurting her again.

A quiet was descending as the rains fell in rhythmic verse. A pulsing roar, distant, yet ever-present. It became nature's poetry, reciting a theme of hesitance and inevitability. The tension was building, and Robert welcomed it, not with predatory desire, but with a wonder he hadn’t felt since his long-distant youth.

Pree felt it as well, but this time without fear. Gazing at Robert as he sat in mysterious contemplation, she dared allow her interest to grow. Shirtless, due to the oppressive heat, he seemed relaxed, yet she sensed his masculine arousal as if it was wafting through the air.

His eyes were dark and intense, yet filled with a kindness he’d not shown before. She watched him for a time, but he failed to meet her gaze; staring instead at the flickering candle as if seeking wisdom in the flame. He was peaceful and handsome, and so she dared open herself to the physical attraction growing within her.

She enjoyed his roguish beard and felt a desire to run her fingers through the graying fur on his chest. Downward it ran, narrowing into a thin line as it disappeared under the elastic hem of his casual gray sweatpants. And then on to something she hadn’t noticed before, the subtle but growing shape of his member under the cotton fabric of his pants.

With an excited start, she realized he was erect, and growing more so as the moments passed. Even in the dim, orange light, she could make out the rising shape and bulge of it as he lengthened and became stiff. She was transfixed by the sight, focusing on it, and imagining what it might look like, hard, powerful, and unhidden from her view.

She was growing aroused as well, and while her nipples would not, this time, betray her to him, she felt their sensitivity increase as her desire heated. The choice she once rejected was once again being offered. This time more subtly and naturally, and more significantly, without pressure.

Once again, she was conflicted, biting her lip as she weighed the possibility of breaking her vows. It would be safe, a sultry voice in her head tempted. Robert would never tell a soul. And with the raging storm blowing its fury, and the house lit by candlelight, there would never be a better time. Ro was far away, and her dead phone meant he’d not wonder why she might fail to answer.

She should never want such a thing, she knew. But, she did, nevertheless.

Pree could no longer deny that, even to herself, and she had no idea how to react. Sex for her had become ritual, an intimacy shared with Ro in their conjugal bed. It was good, even great at times, but still confined to an unending and repeating pattern of physical affection.

Where she was heading with Robert was anywhere but that. She was falling, drawn down a path leading into the unknown. But this was a journey Pree wouldn’t lead. She couldn’t lead; she didn’t know how far this path would go. But, she longed to, if only he would be her guide.

In that moment, she surrendered to fate, deciding she would allow herself to be taken, but only if he would once again dare to take her.

Robert may have been watching the flames but his attention was solely on her. He could almost taste the turmoil bubbling within her. Years of suppressed desire for this woman were now flaming in his blood, as was the urge to devour Pree in a feast of sexual release. But he feared repeating his mistake of the past.

Still, the sexual tension only built. A fuse had lit, waiting only for the spark. And, it was Pree who struck the flint. Sitting as she was, with her knees up, the urge to stretch her legs rose like an unconscious demand. And so, she lifted it, straightening it out until her foot hovered over his lap. She had not meant it as an offering, but her intention mattered not at all.

Gently, without rush, Robert cradled her foot in his hand, massaging it with controlled strength. It was a small gesture, but one filled with subtle implication. His was a warm touch, soft, and innocent enough that she could hide behind its casual intimacy. Protected by this false modesty, she relaxed into the couch, raising her other foot and resting it on his lap.

There was no stopping now. The die was cast. The longer he massaged her foot, the more she understood the inevitability of where it would lead. His touch was a question posed, an unspoken desire she could no longer deny she shared. Her breath came deep, and her eyes met his as she accepted in the language in which the question was offered. There was no further need for innocent pretense.

But still, Robert did not rush, choosing instead to savor the moment. Her skin was like silk, soft and warm under his touch. It was a joy to feel her in this way, but he wanted so much more. He wanted to taste her.

Sliding his hand down her calf, he lifted her foot and kissed her toes. Pree’s eyes brightened and a sweet giggle escaped her lips as she pointed her foot. But that giggle became a hushed moan as he sucked her toes into his mouth. This was as unexpected to her as his presence in her home was that afternoon. It was intimate beyond denial and sublime in its sensation.

She squirmed and sighed as the moist softness of his lips suckled on her toes. It tickled and more, sending waves of erotic emotion washing over her. It was playful and naughty and it was driving her mad with arousal. By the time her toes were shiny with moisture, her sex was dripping with desire.

All the while, he was caressing her leg, moving ever closer to the heated pool her pussy had become. When his hand reached her knee, Pree rotated her leg, crooking it ever so slightly, inviting his touch to rise ever higher and more intimately.

Pree sighed as his touch reached her inner thigh. There was promise in his caress, and it sent shivers racing through her. It was a promise she would hold him to, but not on the couch. If she were going to give herself to him, she would not cheapen her gift by awarding it in a place suited only for the inexperienced young. She spoke one word, softly but with magnificent significance.

“Bedroom.”

Robert smiled warmly, saying, “Of course,” as he knelt by her side at the edge of the couch. A gentle excitement filled his eyes, and when he leaned in, she met him for a kiss that took her breath away. And then he lifted her in his arms, cradling her while she encircled his neck with her own.

Pree felt small and protected in his arms, and the certainty of what was to come allowed the calm confidence she’d always found so alluring in him to return. She gazed up at him as her carried her up the stairs. Words were no longer necessary, and she wouldn’t have known what to say had the need arisen. When he sat her on the bed, she moved over, making room for him next to her.

Robert knelt on the bed and kissed her again while taking her hand in his. This, he kissed tenderly and with caring passion. His lips graced the back of her hand and then her palm before sucking her ring finger into his mouth. It was lewd and wonderful and she loved the sensation of his tongue flowing over her skin.

It was then she felt his teeth graze her flesh, under her wedding ring, and gasped as he twisted it upward, sliding it away until she no longer felt its weight. She barely moved as he set her wedding ring on the nightstand next to her.

“You won’t need that tonight.” He softly told her. “For this one night, you are free of your vows. You are free to be with me.”

It was shocking; silly and presumptive, yet wildly romantic. She never expected such a thing, but couldn’t deny how powerfully it impacted her. It was as if the universe had changed and created a different reality, one in which she had no guilt and no responsibility to anyone but her own desire.

It was so very sweet, and she felt strangely comforted, as if this symbolic act truly did absolve her from what she was doing. She wasn’t trembling anymore. She didn’t understand why, but knew this was but the calm before the storm.

And Robert was that storm. A powerful, masculine force she had no desire to resist. Slowly, gazing into his eyes, she unhooked her top, allowing it to drop from her shoulders and reveal her beauty without shame.

Robert sighed as he took her in. Leaning over, he kissed her newly exposed skin. Pree still wore her skirt and he his sweatpants, but both were otherwise bare. Pree delighted in him as he moved over her, sliding between her open thighs as he feasted on her breasts. His mouth was hot and hungry, sucking on the sides of her boobs before settling on her hardened nipples.

Bolts of pleasure struck as if they were the lightning flashing outside. Pree ran her fingers through his hair, enjoying its silky texture and loving how its silver-white color reflected the flickering candles illuminating the room. She loved his warmth and the tickle his chest hair left on her bare stomach. He was driving her mad, but still, she gasped when he began kissing his way down her body.

When he reached her waist and slipped his fingers under the hem of her skirt, she lifted slightly, allowing him to pull it down, under her butt, and along the full length of her legs. Her heart beat with anticipation as he lifted her leg, parting her thighs before kissing her through the thin protection of her panties.

Pree moaned as his lips teased over her sex, arching up as her body responded to his touch. She was wet now, and as he nibbled and pressed on her clit, a deep longing filled her heart. He was teasing her, and she loved every minute of it. When he finally pulled her panties aside and slipped his tongue between her lips, a slow moan issued from her throat.

Her whimpers were like music to Robert, and he played her sex like a classical instrument, creating a tune of arousal through her flesh. She was smooth and shaven, and her sweet taste filled his senses. He licked her slowly, at first, exploring her with the expertise of a man who’d spent decades leaning his craft.

She was opening to him, spreading like a flower in the morning sun as he sucked her dew with insatiable desire. His need to be inside her was growing, but he could wait. This moment was for her and he bore down, flicking his tongue on her clit while slipping his finger into her depths.

His efforts were rewarded by a rolling in her hips and a deeper gasp arose from her chest. He could taste her juices and increased the speed and pressure of his tongue on her clit. She was getting closer to bliss. He could taste that sweeter thickness dripping from her sex and her body was trembling as her crescendo approached. Gazing up her body, he saw her head roll back and her hand squeezing her breasts as she neared the razor's edge of passion.

A heartbeat later, that erotic tension exploded through her, causing her body to flex and tremble as a powerful orgasm crashed over her. Robert sucked directly on her clit, riding her through it until she finally pushed his head away from her over-sensitized cunt.

Pree was hot, covered in sweat from the oppressive heat of the night. She felt dazed and her body continued to tingle as wisps of colors danced before her eyes. She’d come harder than she had in years and the afterglow of it filled her with a comforting buzz. Gazing down at Robert, a smile she was trying to suppress escaped across her face.

Sitting up on her elbows, she crooked a knee as he slid off and stood at the end of the bed. She couldn’t resist licking her lips when her lowered his pants, freeing his cock. He was substantially endowed but not huge by any means. He had the body size a man should have, and she was pleased, thinking in that moment he would be the perfect fit. Of course, she said nothing of this to him. Bending her finger, she called him to her, welcoming him as he slid over her exhausted body.

The weight of his body pressing down upon her was immensely satisfying. He kissed her hard, sucking her tongue into his mouth while hers swirled against his. Her arms raised, encircling his neck, holding herself to him as he slid into the saddle of her thighs.

She adored how he felt, the heat and pressure of him, his strength and desire, all of it fueled a resurgence in her need. And she felt his shaft trapped between them, sensing it like a burning outline on her skin. She was ready, needy, and raised her hips in eager acceptance as he reached down between them to guide his cock into her.

The hot sensation of his head sliding over her clit made her want to gasp, and she did when he found her entrance and pressed his bulbous end deeply into her. Her legs hooked behind his thighs and she cradled his head in her neck as he began thrusting with the erotic rhythm she so dearly craved.

He held her tightly as he moved, thrusting gently but with an insidious force that was taking her breath away. His body felt hot and heavy, and she squeezed him, gripping him in her slick and wet embrace.

“Oh, my God, Pree, you are so tight on me. So tight on me…” Those words, murmured in her ear through erotic haze, repeated again and again as he thrust, almost as if he were unaware his thoughts were manifested by voice. Either way, through them, he was fucking her mind as surely as he was her body, causing both to merge into a molten alloy of bliss.

She found an odd but glorious security in how tightly he held her beneath him, as if she could convince herself she was being taken rather than the true, brazenly honest fact that she wanted this man. It was a strange emotional comfort, but she embraced it as strongly as she was embracing him.

She would not later remember how long he took before his orgasm roared through him. Was it just seconds? Or did he truly fuck her into the coma she recalled feeling as his body stiffened and his growls erupted from his chest? She remembered clearly he was deeply inside her when he came, and how exciting it was for her to know he was leaving his hot living essence so deeply within her.

She also remembered him spooning her to him, holding her gently while whispering nothings in her ear while she fell asleep.