JULIAN'S POV
All reason had left my body when I walked into the kitchen and saw my wife sitting in her tiny shorts and tank top. She looked ravishing. I had gone into the kitchen to get a bottle of water. I didn't end up getting the bottle of water, instead, I stood eye-fucking the woman I should be staying away from. It was hard staying away from her. When she dismissed me like I was nothing, I walked out of the room, feeling angry and somewhat sad. It was what I wanted but it didn't feel good. I stayed up in my room the rest of the day and I kept pacing. I was restless.
I should have gone to work today, but I decided to stay home and hang out with the girls. I always made sure to make out time for them and I noticed I had not done that in a while. The girls soon got bored of me and I was left alone with the immoral thoughts of my wife.
I paced up and down in my room, I had not felt this out of control in a long time. I took a cold shower, but it didn't work.
I had somehow convinced myself that she was my wife, and I could have her, because I had this itch, and she was the only one that could relieve it.
I was about to open the door when it opened by itself and there in front of me, was the woman that was responsible for the torture I was going through. She looked so gorgeous. She was now wearing just a baggy tee shirt that had stopped mid-thigh. I found myself wishing it was my tee-shirt. I suddenly began to wonder where she had gotten it from, could it have belonged to an old boyfriend? The very thought of it made my blood boil.
She had a stunned look on her face, almost like she had come to the room, but she had not expected me to be there. Her parted mouth did things to me, and I couldn't help but look at them. I looked back at her and saw that she had noticed me staring at her lips.
The tension between us was palpable and I could not take it anymore. I had not been with a woman in months because whenever I tried, it never felt right. Before, it didn't feel right because I was still mourning my late wife, but now it didn't feel right because my body only seemed to want Iris. I could not remember the last time I had craved any woman like this.
Without thinking, I pulled her to me and took her mouth in mine. I didn't care about anything anymore, I just wanted her. She was stunned for a moment and didn't reciprocate the kiss, but later her lips melted against mine as she granted me entrance.
We kissed each other without restraint. It was like we had never been apart.
I pulled her into the room fully without breaking the kiss and then I shut the door
with my leg. I pushed her against the now-closed door and picked her up as she wrapped her legs around my waist.
I left her lips and went down to her neck, causing a soft moan to leave her mouth as I licked her neck slowly and then finally planted a kiss on it before biting it softly and marking her skin.
I moved her away from the door and placed her on the bed, then I pulled off her shirt.
She was completely bare underneath except for the thong she wore.
I had no patience, and I tore them off her, I saw the stunned look on her face. "I like those."
"I will buy you the fucking company that owns them," I said before my lips were on hers again. I didn't want to take my time anymore, my body ached for a release and I wanted to please her. I could tell how much she wanted this too.
I released my erection from the briefs and then I pushed into her. It continuously pleased me that I was the first person to touch her, to defile her. She was mine and she'd always be mine.
After we'd both found our release, I pulled her close to me and held her as we recovered from the aftermath of our act. Iris fell asleep immediately, but I lay awake feeling satisfied but very much filled with guilt. I knew that she might believe that things would go back to how they were after today, but I just couldn't do it.
I was still scared to allow myself to fall in love. It was too risky. I knew how much it hurt to lose the people you loved the most and it was not a chance I was willing to take.
I looked at the beautiful woman in my arms. Iris was perfect, she was precious but she was also very dangerous. She had the power to bring me to my knees and make me lose control in a way that I haven't in a long time and that was scary. I needed to get a better grip on myself. I did not regret anything that we did, but I knew I had to do better, so it didn't happen again.
It was better for the two of us if we stayed away from each other. I was too damaged to be in love with her, we would only hurt each other. I knew that I couldn't keep the relationship casual. A girl like Iris was not someone you could ever have a casual relationship with. She was too precious for that, she deserved better.
Maybe I would give this marriage a year or two and then end it so she could be free to find the kind of love that she deserved.
Come morning, I would go back to the way things were. I'd try to forget my indiscretion that night. The only problem was how to leave the room the next morning before Iris woke up. That was my last thought before I fell asleep.
When I woke up the next morning, Iris was already gone.