S A G E H A V E N

If I had a definition for what torture was then how I felt would be the perfect description. I felt guilty, apologetic, scared and horny as fuck.

I stared at the tent in my pants unconsciously before glowering at the papers of building constructions on my home office table and let out a puff of air.

Mary didn't seem so appealing anymore. It hurt me to admit it but it was true. I would rather jerk off than slide my cock into the pussy of my own wife, the woman I had been lying next to for over twenty years.

"I made breakfast" I heard her sweet soft voice before she poked her head through the space between the jamb and the door. Her blue eyes shone with joy and love but I could hardly keep a smile and it had only been two days.

Two long days since I had seen Risha.

She didn't attend the weekly mid-week program and I wasn't that surprised but it seemed like it was getting more and more difficult to stay away from her. I feared that I would groan her name during one of my nightly fantasies and Mary would hear me since she was a very light sleeper and I was a heavy sleeper.

I asked myself if I wanted my marriage to be ruined after twenty happy years and I came to a very straight forwards answer.

No.

No, I didn't want our marriage to end because I was lusting over a twenty one year old beauty but I couldn't help it. It wasn't what I wanted but my hunger for the young girl came first. I would have spoken to Mary about it but she had a big mouth. She would tell Cecilia and Cecilia would tell two more people and before I would claim it was a joke, the entire church would've heard.

I wanted Risha and I was risking my own marriage to be with her.

"Are you okay?" Mary walked towards me with her long blonde hair in a high ponytail. She flashed me a smile and I licked my lips. She settled on my table and I frowned.

"You've been looking a little down lately. Do you want to talk about it?" her voice was soft. I knew that on any other day, I would've spilled but I couldn't. Not now.

The number of sins I had committed in the past week scared me.

"I'm fine. Just the work stress getting to me" I flashed her a smile and she cupped my face, pressing her lips to mine. She smelled different. Her lips felt different. Because she wasn't the object of my fantasies.

"Want to take some time to talk? Maybe meditate a little and read the bible together?" I could barely give a smile. She tucked loose strands of my hair behind my ear and I sighed, holding her hand in mine.

Her topaz orbs glowed with happiness but it wasn't so attractive anymore. It didn't give me the shiver it always did.

Did I fall out of love so easily? No, it couldn't be. Twenty years together and a girl was making me feel like some hormonal teenager.

"I'm fine, Mary. I just need to take a breather. I'll be back at night" I kissed her cheek, mentally making up my mind to go to Risha's place.

"Where are you going?" she asked and from the tone of her voice she was getting angry. Honestly, I couldn't care less at this point.

"Out, Mary" I pushed myself out of my chair and walked out the hallway with Mary trudging behind me.

"Its only morning, Sage! It's too early for this" she snapped and I was about to laugh for some reason. I walked into the room and grabbed a plain white shirt.

I was seconds away from pulling it on when I thought about wearing something else. Something that didn't make me look like a church pastor.

I pulled out a blue and black lumberjack shirt I got a few months back and bit on my bottom lip.

"I'm talking to you, Sage! We need to sit down and talk. You acted the same way some days back. Are you tired of me already?" she screamed like she was about to throw a tantrum and I wasn't going to wait for that to happen.

"I said I would be back by dinner. I'll call you" I pulled the shirt on and pressed a kiss to her cheek. She let out a heavy breath and stomped out of the bedroom. I thought of not using any cologne so that it didn't seem like I was trying too hard but I did anyways.

I knocked on her door, feeling a little nervous and extremely excited. I had never been so excited in my life. I heard loud music play from inside and I tried the silver knob.

My excitement soared when I was able to open it. I walked in and locked the door behind me.

Some loud music resonated through the house and it wasn't the kind of music I would let myself listen to. It was the kind of music that let me sin with my thoughts. Yes, I was aware that I was already sinning by my actions. So what's one more sin to add to that?

I shook my head at the direction my thoughts were heading.

"Risha?" I called, hoping that she wasn't with someone. I searched the living room for her but she wasn't there so I climbed up the stairs, the scent of the house made me too comfortable.

I heard her sing and I was right about her melodious voice even if all she sang was a jumble of curse words, singing something about men with eight figures and eight inches being her type.

"You're in luck then?" I chuckled to myself and pushed the door to the room open. Her voice was coming from the bathroom and I followed, my cock hardening at the thought of fucking her against the wall.

Washing in between her breasts as she stroked my cock till she sucked me off, looking into my eyes until she begged me to cum all over her tits.

"Fuck" As soon as I pushed the door to the bathroom open, fog escaped and I took my time looking around the luxury white bathroom that was just as large as the bedroom.

There was a floor to ceiling mirror that ran from one end of the bathroom to the other end. I soon spotted Risha and walked to her like I was in a daze.

Her long and thick red strands fell all the way to her ass.

Moistening my lips, I stepped under the luxury shower and wrapped an arm around her waist. Her variety of waist beads had to have been well over twenty.

I couldn't wait to count them whilst I kissed her body. I couldn't wait to rip them off one by one as I plunged my cock into her, just to make her get new ones.

"You came" she whispered and I kissed her shoulder softly like she was a dream that would soon disappear.

I gulped and ran my finger from her small waist down to her wide hips and then over her soft and round ass cheeks. She was waiflike.

"I did. I couldn't stop thinking about you" I whispered and kissed her shoulder before shaking my head. The song switched to a slower song, one that clearly spoke of love making between passionate lovers. She put her wet hair up in a loose bun.

Her body slowly moved to the slow song playing and I brought her closer to me, my cock laying in between her thick ass, still restrained by my pants.

"I want to feel you. Your soft brown skin against mine" I nipped on the shell of her ear and she spun around to face me.

Dear God! She looked even more angelic without any makeup. She had nothing on her face and she flashed me a smile. A smile that would push any man into temptation.

Her gums weren't bright pink, they were more of a brownish pink and I just wanted to kiss her lips again and again.

I pulled her close, unable to stand the distance and she began to unbutton the shirt I had worn just for her. The shirt that was already clinging to my skin.

I shivered and goosebumps appeared on the surface of my body. I turned to the mirror and just about came in my pants. The way her small body was pressed against mine was a sight I would never forget.

The way her ass looked had me praying to God for forgiveness because I had accepted the fact that I couldn't fight my body when it came to her. She was so small that a wave of protectiveness heaved through me.

"You like what you see?" she pressed a kiss to my chest and I inhaled, the lyrics of the song making me shut my eyes to imagine how I would take her against the mirror.