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  Careese Mills

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  Table of Contents

  The Gamer’s Wife

  Smoke Break

  Boudoir Sessions

  Bonus Story

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  The Gamer’s Wife

  by

  Careese Mills

  Copyright © 2013

  All rights reserved.

  Nathaniel Gaines stared ahead at the enormous glowing screen, his lips parted. His eyes were opened wide enough that you could see in them the reflection of the animated violence of the game he was playing, Assassin’s Code. The small room was lit only by the flickering lights from the game and filled with its exaggerated explosions.

  His wife Trisha was just outside the room, which she referred to as Nathaniel’s “man-cave”, sitting at the dining table, hearing the sound effects through the door. Trisha was an extremely attractive twenty-four year old woman with long luxurious straight brown hair with highlighted tips, and almond eyes that spoke of a mixed ethnic heritage. She was biting her voluptuous lip, staring down at her phone, reading the text for the hundredth time.

  The text was from Ethan Knight, Trisha’s former coworker. They used to work together as loan officers at Heritage Bank, before he resigned to start his own mortgage processing company. He made no secret of his attraction to her.

  She had, however, repressed her attraction to him, until today. He came to town on a business trip, for only a few days, and gotten in touch with her. Two days earlier he asked if she was free for lunch. She turned his invitation down, in fear of being seen in town with him, and how she might feel being around him. But regret gnawed at her ever since, and finally she texted him asking if they could meet at his casino hotel, which was almost an hour away, instead.

  He vowed to make it a “memorable evening”. That was the text that Trisha’s narrow eyes were transfixed by. She looked up at the clock.

  It was time.

  Rising, her stomach full of butterflies, she called to her husband, “Nate... I’m going out.”

  “Mm.” was the only response, and the explosions continued.

  Trisha stepped out into the warm winter night and took a quick look around. She surmised that most of her neighbors were out enjoying the drastic change of weather, because no one was outside. She was wearing her most flattering, purple dress, with a heavy cream shawl, while her hair flowed in the light February breeze. Even though the weather was nice, it looked like a storm was brewing in the pink Louisiana sky. She took a quick backwards glance towards the house, stepped into the limo that pulled up and the driver sped off into the mysterious night.

  ***

  “God, you haven’t changed at all. You look as beautiful as I remember you.” said Ethan, staring across the table at Trisha, a glass of white wine in his hand.

  Trisha’s face flushed and she avoided his gaze. “Do you always talk this way to married women?” she joked.

  “How is that going? Your marriage. Be honest.” Ethan said reaching across the table to lay his hand on hers.

  Trisha felt his charm, good looks, and the wine, giving her a buzz. “Fine.” she said.

  Ethan laughed. “You’re a terrible liar.” he said. “How long have you been married? Two years, right? You should be over the moon!”

  “It’s complicated. He works extremely hard, but he plays hard too.”

  Ethan nodded, “He’s a sheriff right? I’m sure that’s stressful,” he paused. “How does he play hard? Do you mean he’s a gambler?”

  Trisha shook her head, “Oh no, not that. He is a gamer. A video gamer. The games are tough to compete with.” she said, looking down at the wedding ring on her finger.

  “What could possibly compete with you, Trisha?”

  Ethan said, flashing his perfect grin.

  Trisha cocked her head to the side, “You’re full of flattery tonight aren’t you?” She smiled. “At first his video game obsession was fun.” she continued. “We used to love playing them together. I guess I sort of figured that once we were man and wife, he would center his attention a little more on me. But after dinner, I can tell that he really rather be elsewhere, like in the basement with his online buddies. He goes in there and pretty much closes the rest of the world out.”

  “I can’t believe it!” Ethan said, shaking his head. “What kind of man would play with a gaming system, when he could play with you?” he laughed, “Excuse me for putting it that way.”

  Trisha laughed too. “You don’t understand, because he is the Deputy Sheriff of St. Tammany Parish, he is under a lot of pressure. He’s an important part of the community, sometimes he gets called away on emergencies, casualties...he needs to relax, and I guess the games-”

  Ethan cut her off. “Still. If I had a bride like you, I would find all the comfort I need in her arms. Speaking of which... would you care to dance?”

  A moment later Ethan and Trisha were circling the dance floor to the seductive sounds of a slow bossa nova groove. His hand found the small of her back, and her hand rested on the back of his neck. Her heart was beating like a hummingbird’s wings.

  “It’s not that he’s some kind of bum,” she continued, aware that the alcohol had loosened her conversational inhibitions somewhat. “He helps out around the house...”

  Ethan cleared his throat. “May I change the subject?” he asked.

  Trisha nodded and looked into his welcoming brown eyes.

  “You know the whole time we worked together at that silly bank, I had my eye on you.”

  Trisha blushed again. “I know.” she answered.

  A few very steamy minutes later, the two were stumbling through the hallway toward Ethan’s room, like tipsy teenagers. Trisha laughed and pushed Ethan’s hands off her hip as his other hand fumbled for his room keycard. They spilled into his room, holding each other already. The pair were so sexually energized that the distance from the door to the bed was too great, and they descended to the carpeted floor instead, lost in the mad moment.

  Impatient fingers tugged and tore at buttons and zippers as the pair wrestled amorously. When Trisha had freed Ethan’s chest, her hands caressed it and her lips traced his collarbone. His hand had snuck into her dress and bra, to gently cup her firm breast. His thumb found her nipple and flicked it twice, eliciting a sigh of pleasure from the married woman.

  To accommodate his roving hands she turned around and showed him the zipper of her dress. She didn’t need to say a word; he pulled the zipper down slowly, as if unwrapping a gift. For just a moment, as the purple dress slipped off of her body, Trisha allowed an image of Nathaniel to pass through her mind. The guilt evaporated like steam as she felt Ethan’s loving, tender kisses on her skin, descending her neck to her heaving chest. His lips parted and took her nipple between them. It was swollen and erect, sending shockwaves through her nerve endings as his tongue massaged it and he tugged it lightly between his teeth.

  Kicking off the last of the garments, the couple froze, Ethan looking down on Trisha, Trisha looking up at Ethan. Even in th
eir drunken haze, they knew they had reached the point of no return. Ethan’s pulsating penis hovered just inches away from Trisha’s warmth, and the line between extramarital fooling around and an actual affair was about to be crossed.

  Ethan detected the anxiety in Trisha’s face and leaned in to her until their foreheads touched. “You look so beautiful right now, scared, vulnerable, excited, and full of passion.” he told her. This melted away her worries, and she kissed him hard. It had been so long since someone had spoken to her that way.

  Trisha was so seized with emotion by Ethan’s tenderness; she felt a tear slide down her cheek. It was everything she wanted from her husband, except it was from another man. Wiping the tear, Ethan kissed her and whispered, “Ssh, don’t worry. All I want is to love you. I won’t hurt you, I won’t use you... if you let me, I just want to fill you with the feeling you have filled me with all evening.”

  He entered her gently. Softly, they began to move as one in a graceful motion like waves on the shore. He thrust forward and she joined him, then they both unflexed and sank again, only to repeat a second later. The thrusts picked up in both speed and force, as their lips joined again.

  Their bodies glistened with sweat. Trisha was pinned down by his large frame, and she liked it. He leaned forward to take her small erect nipple into his mouth, in fact to take as much of her breast into his mouth as he could. Trisha cried out in ecstasy. He began to pump his manhood in and out of her soft, warm, soaked vagina, fast and forcefully.

  She managed to roll him over, and, straddling her former coworker, began to ride him with more passion than she could remember having. Her body tingled; a sensation in all her nerve endings made me her warm, flushed. She was going to orgasm.

  “Yes! Oh God!” she shouted, her breasts bouncing as she lifted her hips to allow him to thrust in and out of her from below. Orgasm consumed her, and for a moment the world was on fire. The walls of her opening tensed up and squeezed him tightly. She collapsed on his chest.

  Ethan flipped her over one last time onto her back, accidentally banging the bedside table, sending a vase off of it, shattering. She looked up at him with lust in her eyes, wanting nothing more than his sex, his cock, to be fucked like the beautiful sexy creature she had forgotten that she was.

  He pounded in and out of her like a piston, shutting his eyes and gritting his teeth. Veins in his neck looked ready to burst. He cried out, and quickly pulled out from her warmth, taking ahold of his throbbing meat, just as it erupted. Four or five jets of thick warm semen were shot from his cock, landing with a splat each time on Trisha’s flat stomach.

  Ethan collapsed on the floor beside her, breathing heavily, covered with perspiration. Trisha’s hand lazily toyed with the semen on her stomach, pushing it around, into her navel, watching as it made her soft skin glisten.

  When they finally made it to the bed, hours of cuddling ensued with the couple rolling around the soft hotel sheets. Ethan leaned over into her ear and whispered, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

  Trisha eyes closed as she remembered the day that was designed for lovers and how this was the best Valentine’s Day that she ever had.

  Far away, out of the lovers’ sight, Nathaniel was sitting in the same position; mouth ajar, eyes wide, in the same room, playing the same game. He hadn’t noticed the length of Trisha’s absence, fully absorbed in his make believe world. The last thing he would have thought was that his beautiful young bride was lying in another man’s arms in a casino hotel, giggling, talking and cuddling.

  The sweet smell of sex hung in the air of the room. Ethan suggested they take a shower together, and it sounded perfectly lovely to Trisha. The bathroom was enormous, decorated in marble, and the dimmer on the wall provided just the right mood lighting, as Ethan turned on the water and got it to the perfect hot temperature.

  Although they had made love already, Trisha was still bashful about being revealed in all her glory. Ethan stopped her from covering herself with a towel, took a step back, and gazed at her figure.

  “You’re perfect.” he said.

  They stepped into the shower and allowed their hair to mat to their heads. Finding complimentary scented body wash on the shelf, Ethan began to lather the married woman up. The friction of skin on skin disappeared in the sudsy bubbles, and they glided together smoothly, slippery.

  They kissed, tasting each other’s mouths and the hot water beating down on their naked bodies. Trisha, almost without realizing it, reached for Ethan’s manhood and stroked it. It swelled and ascended to her touch. Turning away from him, she pressed her wet buttocks to him, signaling the she wanted him again, right there.

  The soapy lather cascading sensuously down their bodies lubricated their penetration, and both moaned as they began to make love again. Trisha steadied her balance by putting both hands on the glass wall, as Ethan passionately fucked her from behind. Their panting fogged up the glass even more than the steam that surrounded them.

  Faster he thrusted, reaching around and gripping her breasts. Trisha arched her back to push back against him. Their moans echoed off the marble as they came again, almost simultaneously.

  Around four AM Trisha had returned to her home, still abuzz. She passed the door of Nathaniel’s man cave on tip toes. There he was, right where she left him, playing the game, the speakers blaring, not noticing her return any more than he had her departure.

  A half hour later, Trisha, exhausted from the experience, had fallen asleep and Nate decided to call it a night. He returned to their bedroom and lay beside his lovely young wife, spooning her, completely oblivious.

  Then the text message indicator on his phone went off. He sighed and sat up. The noise woke up Trisha who turned to him. As if it wasn’t hard enough being a gamer’s wife, she was reminded that she was also a Sheriff’s wife. He kissed her on the forehead, pulled on his uniform, and went to answer the urgent call, promising to call her later.

  He ducked his head back in the room and smiled at her, “Happy Valentine’s Day baby. We’ll go out to dinner for a little bit tonight okay?” Then he was gone. She looked out the window as her husband drove off to save the town of St. Tammany Parish from another emergency.

  The moment he left, Trisha went to her purse and fished out her phone, to see if Ethan had texted. Indeed he had. He was telling her that he’d be back in town in six months, and would love to meet again for dinner. Trisha bit her lip. She knew that the sequel to Nate’s favorite game would be out by then, and he would most definitely be glued to it. Her hands shaking, she replied that she would think about it.

  Discussion Guide

  1. What kind of person do you think Trisha is?

  2. What do you think will happen if Trisha left her husband for Ethan?

  3. What do you think about Nate?

  Smoke Break

  By

  Careese Mills

  Copyright © 2013

  All rights reserved.

  Kellie Hudson grabbed the cigarettes from her desk drawer and stuffed them into her purse. She peered once more at the text on her phone, consisting of only two words, ‘smoke break?’ and a winking smiley face. Leaving her office, she glanced nervously at the cubicles that lined the hallway of the Chicago law firm, hoping not to be noticed. She stepped into the mezzanine which was lined with mirrors, and admired her own reflection. A beautiful African American attorney, in a chic business suit with a short skirt that drew attention to her long shapely legs, Kellie was the office eye candy and she knew it. Even though she had just turned thirty, she had enough self-confidence, not to become sensitive about her age.

  Perhaps part of the reason she felt so confident of herself was that she was having an affair. Shane Matthews, 35 year old office heart throb, had caught her eye while the two were working on a high profile celebrity divorce case. Late nights of searching law books for precedents and crunching numbers had brought the two lawyers together.

  Neither Kellie nor Shane were smokers, but their “smoke breaks”
were frequent, and highly anticipated. Both attorneys were married with children, and neither could even entertain the idea of divorce, (they both had enough first-hand experience with Divorce Hell in their professional lives) so they took every precaution to maintain discretion. They organized their simultaneous smoke breaks like only two crafty and shrewd lawyers could.

  The elevator door opened and Kellie found herself looking right into Shane’s eyes. There were two interns on either side of him, so Kellie had to restrain herself from smiling.

  “Afternoon.” Kellie said to Shane, nodding.

  “Afternoon.” Shane answered back, coldly.

  He was a handsome well groomed man with slicked back black hair and a chiseled jaw, always impeccably dressed in a pin striped three piece suit.

  The elevator went down two floors and then the two interns left. As the doors shut, Kellie leapt into Shane’s arms and their lips met and parted, their tongues greeting each other passionately. The embrace was cut short by the ding of the elevator reaching the floor they were after, and with lightning quick reflexes they straightened up and wiped the smiles from their faces, just as the doors opened.

  In a moment, they had ducked into the abandoned office they used for their trysts. Hungry hands wrestled with buttons and zippers as the panting coworkers practically tore at each other’s clothes. There wasn’t time to get completely naked, but Shane quickly freed Kellie’s ample breasts and immediately ducked his head to take the hardening nipple into his mouth. They stumbled backwards to the empty desk and began to arrange themselves on it horizontally.

  They had only six minutes. Not enough time for love-making, only just enough for a mad, passionate, frenzied fuck. That was all the pair craved, anyway. For over a year they had been enjoying these “smoke breaks”, never once going past the six minutes, or arousing suspicion in any of their coworkers.