Sienna Temptation — Part I. His Text Came At the Right Time For the…
By: Cm Jaxon
Tags: Erotic Romance, Erotica, Infidelity, Fiction Writing, Creative Writing

Sienna Temptation — Part I

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I could not breathe. The sight of him, the person I stood before 50 of my friends and family, and said “I do” to, disgusted me. We fought every single day to the point the sound of his voice irritated me. We stopped being intimate months prior, no longer sleeping in the same bed. When we did have sex it was shallow and painful I wanted him off of me. How did we get to this point? Waking up every morning going through the motions. I felt so numb and dead. I was screaming on the inside yet no one heard me. It bothered my sex drive, and my desires snuffed out. I am in a loveless marriage with someone who was once my best friend, now my enemy. Everything about him made my skin crawl, I hated every moment of my marriage to him.

I was too mentally disinterested in considering having an affair. I spent majority of my emotional currency arguing and fighting over dumb shit. Working in a career that no longer brought me joy and happiness. I felt drained by everyone. I didn’t feel sexy, I gained 25lbs, I couldn’t recognize the person in the reflection.

Time seems to stand still. My old life that I loved was beginning to feel like a fading memory. How I missed the days of hot steamy fucking. The excitement of getting caught. The rush and excitement that came with scratching off my erotic bucketlist. Now watching sex scenes on late night movies reminded me that was once my reality. I was dying a slow painful death called marriage. My once insatiable sex drive was nearly dead.

That all changed after a late night personal message from an old colleague, “M”. “How is work?” he asked.

“Good,” I responded.

“Your videos are quite hilarious,” I lit up. “Wow, I didn’t think you noticed,” I said.

My guard was down from this friendly exchange. This guy had no associations with my mistake of a husband. Looking at the last time stamp, I realized two years passed since we chatted or spoke. Successful in his career, he was a pleasant distraction from my hostile situation at home. We continued chatting, catching up on the missing two years. I kept my marital woes to myself. I wanted to enjoy the pleasant conversation with an actual adult for a moment.

The next day he texted me again. A pleasant surprise the second night. It was late but I was vamping out with the tv playing in the background.

My prison guard of a needy husband said,“Going to sleep, sweetheart?”

“No,” I said, annoyed.

“Goodnight,” he said, in a defeated tone, retreating upstairs. Irritated, by his interruption I didn’t answer, and continued looking at my phone.

Surprised this new guy was up this late but I enjoyed the conversation and it was refreshing. Discovering how much we had in common. We were nerds with an appreciation and love of art, science, and horror movies. We connected on all levels, even things I never disclosed to the public. It had been years since we saw each other, but it felt like yesterday. He lived a few hours away from me. Close enough to take the train but far away to need planning. We spent countless nights chatting all day and night on a spectrum of topics.

After a few weeks of texting, we decided to meet for lunch.

My stomach was in knots. I had never been so nervous about seeing anyone in years. It was easy leaving the house to go to lunch. I barely spoke to my child-husband. He spent the majority of the day in his room playing video games. I had this new sense of excitement that filled my body.

Seeing him, he looked shorter than I thought but very attractive, dressed in some slacks and a sport jacket. My heart began to race. He gave me a kiss on the cheek as we hugged and walked into the cafe. All I could think about was how good he looked. It was the middle of the week and we had the space to ourselves. I could not stop smiling.

We finished our lunch and he walked me back to my car. Looking at him I can feel a throb in between my legs.

“Well Miss Lady, I had an amazing time, thank you for lunch,” he said, in his deep sexy voice.

“So did I,” feeling my voice lower to match his.

He moved closer and his lips touched mine. I felt this throbbing sensation in my clit increase. It had been years since my pussy got this wet. He pulled me closer, his tongue exploring my mouth sweet from his gum. I let out a moan trying hard not to collapse under the weakened state of my legs.

“Shhh,” he whispered.

His hands caressed my ass raising up my skirt. his fingers making its way up my legs. I could feel my pussy explode in wetness — the female equal to precum. Lifting my leg on the foot rest, I didn’t want him to stop. He slid my panties off to the side. Caressing my throbbing clit before tracing the wet lips of my pussy. I needed him to slide his fingers inside me…