AN; Warning, contains sexual scenes

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Dinner had been an easy enough affair, after that talk about children and gods, she’d tried to stay in character. Which was a considerably difficult task, her sister had a very distinct personality from hers, and pretending to be less knowledgeable than she actually was, was an even greater challenge for her, especially when here was a man who was not intimidated by her wit.

Despite all her efforts, she was constantly slipping out of character, and with every slip she get one of those looks from him. She’d make a terrible actor, she thought.

The food and the service had been great, and she found herself asking for more. When they finished, Michael took a hold of her hand again as they left.

The drive back was interesting, it involved his right hand and her exposed left thigh, the former caressing the latter. This night was not going to end in a simple good "night honey!" it seemed. Not if Michael had his way. He continued to rub her thigh, gradually inching up. At first she stiffened and he could hear as her breath caught and saw as she closed her eyes. He smiled at that, it had been a while for them and they both needed it, especially after recent events.

Precious sat in the car seat, eyes closed, fearing to open them and dispel any doubts she had of what was happening. Hadn’t Tina said Michael didn’t initiate sex, but the hand inching up her skirt said an entirely different thing.

His fingers continue their upward journey, their destination the crux of her thighs. Her breathing became more rapid and she squirmed in her seat, but did not open her eyes. When his fingers came in contact with her panties, it surprisingly wasn’t a lacy thong. It felt like cotton, and covered a lot. Tina never wore such, it was always a thong and a lacy one, but he quickly pushed the thought to the back of his mind as his fingers found a way in.

“Stop. Michael please stop,” she said. He didn’t stop though, he pushed his digits further inside, lightly brushing over her nub.

“Michael, please no,” she begged

“Why?” he asked “why not?”

“You need to stay focused on the road,” she said in a breathy voice, feeling his fingers rubbing over her nub.

“I can do both, we’ve done both before Tina,” he said, glancing at her. Her eyes were still shut tight.

“Just.. just stop please,” she begged. She could feel his fingers preparing to go in. she could not let that happen. She reached down and grabbed a hold of his hand, stopping him from going further.

“Please,” she begged, turning to look at him, eyes now open. He gave her a searching look, before pulling back his hand.

“Thank you,” she whispered. He did not respond to this, instead he stepped on the accelerator, making the car go faster. Eager to be away from her she thought.

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When they got to the house, Michael got out of the car without saying a word or sparing her a glance. She was left  alone to her thoughts. It had taken all of her will power to stop him, she did not think she would have been able to do it again if he had insisted. She had been appalled to note that Her body wanted him, wanted his touch. It had been so long since she’d been touched in that way, it felt good and she felt ashamed. This was her sister’s husband, and she’d come so close to doing the unthinkable.

She got out of the car and walked into the house. When she got to the room, she found him  lying down on his side of the bed. With his back turned to face the door. The meaning was not lost on her, and she could tell he was not truly asleep.

She went into adjoining bathroom, taking off her dress, and letting down her hair. She’d already pulled off the shoes on her way up. She stepped under the shower, letting her thoughts drift as the water flowed down her body. Her hands slid over her body, one moving up to cup her breasts and the other between her two thighs. She closed her eyes, imagining that her hands were large hands with slender fingers. Pleasuring her, the hands that were Michael’s. She imagined him replacing his fingers with what she thought would be a sizeable phallus, for he had big feet, and it was a popular  axiom that big feet on a man equaled same sized  genitalia. Soon she could feel her legs begin to shake, the sign of her impending orgasm. She clamped shut her mouth, refusing to say out loud the name that was ringing in her head, as she felt the waves of pleasure that came with her release.

She was going to have to tell Tina about this, but she did not relish the thought of doing so. How did you tell your sister that you had come very close to being intimate with her husband, and how could she tell Tina that even now she wanted to feel his touch. 

She let the water continue to fall over her body, willing it to take away the guilt that she felt. It was not truly her fault, Tina was the cause. She told herself.

After what felt like an hour she stepped out of the shower, patting her body dry with a towel before donning on a night robe. She got out of the bathroom and his back was still turned, but this time he was truly sleeping. She’d been in the shower for close to an hour, that was enough time to fall asleep, Precious reasoned. Stealthily, so as not to wake him up she climbed into the bed making sure to lie as farther away from him as the bed would permit.

Sleep was not quick in coming. Her thoughts were constantly straying to the events of the day, even when she made the conscious effort not to think about it. Tina’s plan was a bad one from the inception, actually executing it was worse, but she’d been left with no choice. Thankfully it was all going to be over on the morrow, she thought as finally she fell asleep.

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