In the Beginning Chapter 3

You may be wondering why I keep giving you little pieces of the story day by day. While I do love to tease, the truth is with two little boys that love their daddy it's hard to find the time to write, but it has been nice to revisit such a beautiful time in my life. Of course it also only increases that desire within me for more experiences like it. OK, enough of the boring psychobabble I'm doing in my head, back to the story...

The skin on her arm felt so soft, so real. But what felt even more amazing was the way her body melted into me as soon as my lips grazed against her neck. I'm pretty sure there were goosebumps all over my body. My heart was racing, my adrenaline pumping through my veins. There was a part of me that had been dead for years, which suddenly awoke, and I was once again living.

My lips went from grazing the skin on her neck to opening up to devour as much of it as I could. Perhaps I was a little to eager for the moment, but who could have blamed me?

Her face turned toward me and her body was writhing a little with excitement. My kisses began trailing around her beautiful face, on a crash course with her lips.

Suddenly, she pulled back from me. Not wanting to do something she didn't want to, I stopped as well. She said the last words I ever wanted to hear at the moment, "We shouldn't do this. You can't do this. You're married."

While I was glad she had a conscience, I'm pretty sure you all know the last thing I wanted to do was stop. But I told her she was right, told her we probably shouldn't. The truth was, she was right. We really shouldn't have, but I'm pretty sure I was way beyond the point where i had the ability to stop myself.

We slowly worked our way out of the office and back into the hallway. I respected her decision. We talked in the doorway for a little while, both of us trying to shake the desires inside us.

As we talked, I reached down, taking her hand in mine. We continued to talk as if nothing was happening, but I couldn't stop looking into her beautiful eyes and feeling her hand grasping mine. What is it about the simple act of holding someones hand that can bring about such passion?

Again, we decided this was wrong, but our words were not saying anything close to what our bodies were saying. I could feel more passion in her hand than I had seen in the entire body of my wife for years.

We decided it would be best if I left. By we, I mean she, and I hesitantly agreed. I hugged her and said goodbye. But when I did, I couldn't let go. I held her there in my arms, wanting so badly to keep her there for a long time.

As I slowly pulled away, our faces met. We sat there with our heads together, our lips so close I could practically taste her lipstick. She kept talking and I just kept nodding my head, my arms still around her. My lips were trembling. My legs were probably shaking.

I pulled her body into me, and she was powerless to stop me. This woman with the dominatrix fantasies had fallen into my spell and was putty in my arms. It's not as if I would have been able to stop her either, but none the less she was mine for the taking, and take her I did!!