All Chapters of DARK CRAVINGS. A COLLECTION OF STEAMY, SHORT STORIES.: Chapter 41 - Chapter 49

He was tipsy, and I was feeling a bit drunk. I had oddly felt safe, comfortable, and relaxed with him.I knew that then, all I ever needed was a man's touch, and Michael's was the typical, perfect example of what I needed at the moment.His black fitted button-up shirt, which once had the fragrance of a nice rose cologne during the early hours of the night, was now oozing with the stench of alcohol, which oddly smelled seductive to me. "Do you have a condom?" I asked, searching for an answer in his intoxicated eyes. I knew I wanted to commit a sin; I wanted to make it worthwhile. After all, anything worth doing is actually worth doing well, but I couldn't risk it.I was ovulating. My husband wasn't in town, and if I didn't get to take a pill, I'd have to answer the question of who is responsible for whichever potential outcome the sex might produce. “No...But I can fuck you raw and then make you feel just like you haven't felt in a long time,'’ he said amidst breath, making for

“Did he?” He tried to ask the umpteenth time.I had found the question sarcastically embarrassing, even though I wanted to be honest with him. Honest with telling him that the few hours I was with him (Micheal) were worth more than all the times I have spent with him (Peters) in this boring cage called marriage. I wanted to tell him how open, liberal, and nonjudgmental he was the whole evening. I wanted to be honest with my husband and confess how the time I had spent with this stranger was short but was worth it, but on second thought, I didn't want to do that.I sighed heavily and started.“You want to know the truth, Peters?”I asked. My face was void of any emotions and expression. He slowly nodded his head in affirmation, the style a man listening to his favorite song would demonstrate.

My life was gradually turning into a mess.I couldn't think or concentrate on anything.I was gradually losing my mind, and I couldn't help it.I had nobody to talk to. I had nobody to confide in.Naomi was outside the country, and I wouldn't want to interrupt her honeymoon with some boring cheating tales in my own marriage.I wished I could talk to Peters.At least try to convince him against me inviting Micheals over.I wanted him to see reasons why we, I, needed to move on from whichever ugly situation I had put myself in. I wanted to talk to him, that he could be kind enough to stoop so low and cheat back on me; if getting a pound of his flesh was okay, he could, but then the question I didn't seem to find a response to was “Why he wanted to have a joint meeting with the man I had cheated on him with?”What did he want to say to him?“Hey man, I am the husband of the lady you had made his wife cum multiple times inside your car,” while extending his palms for a handshake. “Oh s

“Drop me the location”“Are you assuring and also promising me that you'd come?”I pleaded with my eyes.He nodded in affirmation; he was now more relaxed, calm, and composed.I'd never thought of how angry he was on realizing that I had lied to him or how disappointing it was to learn that I was married. I wish there was a way I could easily explain to him that whatever I did, I did it out of lust. I did it out of frustration, and it wasn't to have revenge on my husband for sexually starving me or just because I wanted to have a taste of another man's dick.Well, I had gone back to Andrew while being married, so the excuse, whichever way it could be pointed at, was flimsy. Very flimsy and insubstantial.I have been starved of sex by my husband. Quality sex. I have been starved of his attention. Quality attention, both to me and my children.&nbs