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  He seemed reasonable, and so I trusted him.

  After I insisted that the light be turned off first, I stood next to the bed as Ash kindly helped me get my jeans off as I had stumbled and fallen on the first attempt. I then took my top off leaving me wearing just my plain black knickers and bra and so I then quickly dived under the duvet, in-order to get myself some much needed sleep.

  I heard Ash go out of the room, and hoped that he’d decided to do the gentlemanly thing and go and sleep on the sofa after-all, but he must have just gone to use the toilet as after about a minute I heard the bedroom door open once again, and close again, before I then felt his warm body snuggle up next to mine, making a ‘spoon shape’ behind me, as I lay on my side, facing the edge of the bed.

  “Urm, what you doing..?” I asked sternly, and he told me again, reiterating the point that there were only two bedrooms in the house, so we'd have to share, and to be honest I was just too tired to argue as I had work tomorrow and really needed my sleep.

  Ash was still in a chatty mood though, talking about life in London, and the music industry, as I grumbled back with monosyllabic answers. In some ways I was thankful for his chatter, as I'd have settled for anything to cover up the noise from the next room, which was the sound of Claire quite obviously getting some much needed 'one night stand' rampant sex after being dumped by her boyfriend just a few months ago. I wasn't at all happy, but at least she was having a good time, she owed me big time for this though – and I'd be sure to tell her that in the morning!

  As Ash snuggled against me I could feel the tell-tale signs of the growing hardness from the area of his crotch, which was pressing against my bum, as his large but smooth hands caressed my slender waist. I'm not saying that he was rock hard, and intent on using it, but I could definitely sense something growing from inside his pants, behind me. I must've dozed off for a for a few minutes, and maybe even had a mini dream because when I next awoke, a few minutes later I could quite clearly feel the bareness of his evidently fully erect cock pressing quite firmly against the gusset of my protective black knickers.

  I felt wet…

  I felt naughty…

  I felt guilty…

  But worst of all, I felt totally out of control of this situation…I kept telling myself though 'You haven't actually done anything, you haven't led him on, and you're not going to do anything, so just keep your position resolute.'

  The minutes passed, his pressure continuing against me, but thankfully it was still through the protective material of my black knickers, which I intended to stay right where they were, no matter how long he continued to press against me, but he would hopefully soon fall asleep, as I was doing.

  Sadly though, he had no intention of falling asleep, and for some strange reason, I didn’t tell him to stop as he dared to swiftly unclasp my bra strap from behind. A couple more minutes passed, with him venturing no further, before he finally dared to reach around my torso to search for and then gently tease my right nipple under the loosened material of my bra. My mind was clearly quite scrambled by this stage, as his soft fingers began to caress the puffiness of my nipple without any sign of an audible complaint from me. He must have sensed that I was ‘okay’ with this, as he pulled his wandering hand back, and smoothed my blonde hair out of the way, before gently planting a series of angel kisses across the back of my neck.

  I began to think all sorts of worrying thoughts, as this was all SO wrong, I was being a very bad girl – the sort of girl that I detested, as I asked myself 'Had I given out all the wrong signals, and what would my fiancée say if he could only see me, his young fiancée now?' And then I thought, 'But why didn’t he answer his bloody phone earlier..?' He'd go crazy if he knew about this, and that I was quite certain of, but then I tried to counter that during the last 6 months, he'd been more than happy to pimp me out to other random guys, to perform for them, watching me having sexual intercourse with other guys for his own deeply perverted viewing pleasure… as I always referred to it! But I had only done that a few times in the past, and ONLY to please him…So was this really any different?

  But, then I concluded that 'yes it was, because he didn't know'.

  He wasn’t aware…

  He wasn’t here…

  and finally, most worryingly, he couldn’t protect me right now..!

  I told Ash firmly to “STOP” and thankfully, he did so straight away and we lay there in an awkward silence for the next ten minutes, but I could still feel his hardness against my gusset and my horny thoughts just weren't going away.

  The noise from the next room as Claire began to quite violently let loose and orgasm wasn’t exactly helping either as she enjoyed what sounded like a very energetic, bed-banging - sex session with Ash's friend – Naz!

  Enough teasing was enough, although I didn’t know if I was actually ‘teasing him’ just by being here, in bed with him, but I felt like I was and I knew one thing, without even having to touch myself, and that was that I was redoubtably ‘sluttishly’ wet ‘down below’. I didn’t know why, but now my body was inadvertently giving off quite a different set of signals from those thoughts of reluctance that had been running through my mind as I finally pressed back against his hardness and let out a slight, but clearly audible murmur followed by an instantly regrettable moan.

  He read my body’s signals instantly and reached back over me, sliding his hand back under my loosened bra and once again started playing with my right breast, before then daring to motion for me to turn me over so that I would be lying on my back, but I firmly said ‘No’.

  The minutes ticked by in total silence, as he had clearly been put in his place – once again...

  His eyes must have ‘lit up’ though, as I finally but gently spoke back to him in the darkness, as I said “If we were going to 'do it' then I'd have to be on my side with him behind me as I wasn't single, and couldn't be doing with facing him...” I still couldn’t believe that I’d just said that, as it didn’t make sense in any way - even though I had just done so…This really wasn’t me, but in all of those minutes that had just passed, all I could think about were thoughts about sex!

  He didn't need it explaining twice as he moved his right hand down my body, making contact with the elastic at the top of my black knickers, sliding them just over my hips, before swiftly inserting his soft, but thick feeling, dark skinned finger into my extreme wetness from behind me, all before I had a chance to change my mind. I hate to admit it, looking back, but it did feel heavenly as his finger finally penetrated my excessive wetness! He must have thought that I had been totally ‘gagging’ for it all along... I felt his finger sink deeper into my tight and warm wetness, massaging my front inner wall, as I began to moan appreciatively at his soft and delving touch. He then began to raise and then sink his finger in and out of me, at a rather quick pace, giving me a mini-fucking, and teasing me into imagining just what his actual cock would feel like, compared to his comparatively slim and short finger. There was one thing that I was sure of, through this pleasurable experience, and that was that he certainly knew how to entice a girl to change her mind!

  He wasted no further time, as he clearly knew that I was primed and ready for penetrative sex, and before I could once again change my mind, I felt his finger gently ease out of me. I waited expectantly, but only momentarily, as his finger was soon replaced with what was clearly the thick ‘bell-end’ of his cock, as he began pressing himself against the engorged entrance of my bare lips. I took only a moment to take this sensation in, before he drove it quite effortlessly, straight into me, in one solid, and purposeful thrust.

  There was nothing to say, this clearly wasn't a time for any-more of our small talk.

  He held onto my hips and gently rocked me back and forth, fucking me as he held firmly onto my right breast, squeezing my fleshy cup, whilst gently tweaking my now overly erect nipple, sending shudders down my slender spine - kissing my neck passionately as he did so. It was as if he could read my mind, as he w
as clearly doing the two things to me that I absolutely LOVE, as he gently fucked me - Kissing my neck, and manhandling one of my breasts.

  I felt SO bad, but I also couldn't deny that it also felt SO good, as it wasn't pre-arranged, it just one of those things where all the wrong elements sometimes, maybe once in a lifetime, come together – all on the same night and crazy things ‘just happen’, that's what I kept telling myself as he continued to gently thrust himself into me, someone else’s fiancée…I was feeling ‘as guilty as hell’ but also undeniably ‘enjoying’ every thrust despite trying to tell myself that it wasn’t having a hugely erotic effect on both my body and mind…

  I suddenly had a sobering thought though as I turned my head slightly and asked “You are wearing a condom aren’t you..?”

  He paused for a moment, leaving his cock buried deep inside me, totally still and replied softly with “No babe…I’m sorry I didn’t plan for this…This isn’t my kind of thing…” before attempting to re-assure me with “Don’t worry though, I won’t cum inside you…”

  “You’d bloody better not!” I replied sternly, turning my heavy and alcohol filled head back to the pillow, devoid of my senses, and especially of the fact that I was no longer taking my contraceptive pill...

  Obviously feeling pleased that I hadn’t demanded him to ‘pull out of me’ at once, he then took things up a gear as he held his hand on the top of my right shoulder, pressing my body down onto his invading tool, gently but firmly, also applying pressure and his left hand, that was positioned underneath my pert bum, with my back arched, so that my entrance was all the more inviting and open, for his ease of access. He continued to press down on my collar bone with his right hand, as he really began to thrust into me – with short but deepening strokes, as his left hand held my bum in place, keeping it held towards his thrusting cock, as he continued with the pressure on my shoulder…

  It was a gorgeously sexy technique, it did feel extremely sensual, for what was after-all just a drunken one night stand, as my rhythmic moaning started to even drown out Claire’s overly loud screams from the next bedroom as they were clearly approaching yet another mutual ‘bed squeeking’ orgasm!

  Looking back, and I hate to admit it, but I was pretty sure that his expert technique was going to make me cum for him, but little did I know that he actually couldn't take much more of this intensely encapsulating friction. I really should have sensed trouble, as he kept complimenting the feeling of me, telling me just how ‘tight’ I felt and those comments were soon followed, by an overly loud groan as he helplessly began to spurt his ‘man seed’ deeply inside my wet, willing and fertile young womb. I wanted to pull back from him, to avoid the ensuing deluge of his sperm, but with me held tightly in place to receive his offering, and with no willpower of my own, I simply let the power of his orgasm bring on my own much anticipated and gorgeous climax...

  When he finally released his ‘vice-like’ grip from my shoulder and bum, I felt increasingly concerned, and looked back at him and dared to ask “You didn’t did you..?”

  “Do what babe..?” he replied breathlessly into my messy blonde hair as he kissed my sweaty shoulder blade.

  “Cum inside me, you didn't did you – please tell me that you didn't just do that?” I barked

  He paused.

  “I’m sorry babe, you’re just too hot...Way too hot, for me to be able to stop myself – I'm sorry..!”

  “Oh well that’s just great!” I replied sternly as I stared blankly at the dark wall in front of me, filled with the sudden realisation of what I’d actually just done…I'd not only willingly had sex with another guy, but I'd let him actually ejaculate deeply inside of me, at a time when I wasn't even taking my contraceptive pill!

  I got up from the bed quickly; suddenly feeling rather sober, and rushed to the loo, to hopefully let his seed dribble out of me, in the vain hope that I could somehow manage to flush the best part of his potent semen out of me. I know that deep down I had already been aware that he’d ejaculated inside of me, I just couldn’t deal with the fact that I’d been so stupid as to not ask him to stop before he'd reached the point of no return – and I clearly wanted to partition the blame all on his side of the bed. After-all, I knew full-well that he wasn't wearing a condom and when I felt him flood me with his potent semen, I also knew that it was entirely my own fault for thinking that he would somehow, simply pull out of me and it was also my fault for not insisting that he stopped for a while.

  It seemed to be trickling out of me for what felt like an age, so that led me to think that he hadn't actually orgasmed for a while – which only served to deepen my worries.

  When I got back into the bed he was already asleep or thereabouts. So I also dozed off fairly soon after, as I desperately tried to set aside my guilty thoughts, ready for me to begin to deal with them in the morning, with a clear head, after taking a moment to set my phone alarm, to make sure that I'd be up in time for a long Thursday at work.

  I managed to get up before he awoke, and as I gathered together my clothes and dressed, I sent Claire a text message to say I had to go and get my stuff together for work. I also told her that I was unimpressed with her, and that we needed to talk – later that day. I walked quickly back to my flat to get washed and ready for the day ahead, I felt bad that I didn't have time to have a proper shower and that I was going to have to sit through a full day at work, in the bank, with a splitting headache – and more worryingly, smelling of my unfaithful sex-session. I knew that throughout the day, my thoughts would not on my job, but on how much of a cheating slut I’d been the night before…

  Needless to say, I felt awful all day, not because of my inability to do my job, but because I was desperately trying to work out how I was going to explain the previous evenings events to my fiancée.

  ***

  Eventually though, I came up with a devious plan. I planned to tell him that I had a met a guy whilst out with the girls, and that he had approached me and had offered me a large amount of cash if I slept with him and that I had been phoning my fiancée to ask for permission to go ahead with it, and actually accept an escort meet whilst he was away, hence the missed calls. I'd tell him that it was just for a one night thing, and the cash offer was just too good to pass up, as we could put it towards our upcoming holiday to Teneriffe.

  I decided that I'd also add that I didn’t do it out of spite because he wasn't answering his phone, I did it in the hope that my fiancée would approve, and be eager to hear all about it when he arrived home on Friday night. I also deviously planned to take £250 out of my personal savings account, which I held at the branch to show him the cash that I'd made for our holiday, but one thing that I was never going to admit to was that he didn't actually wear a condom.

  Was it a good enough plan? Well, it was all that I had, to be honest…

  Chapter 3 - Vulnerable...

  Over the next 36 hours, I played out my fiancée’s arrival over and over again in my head, rehearsing exactly what I'd say, how I'd explain that night, I even tried to think of what he'd counter my story with, how he'd respond, and what my answers would be when really pressed. The worry of how he would react, and whether he'd instantly be able to see through my carefully woven web of deceit, was just too much for me to bear, as when the Friday night finally arrived, and it came to the crunch, I just knew that couldn't lie convincingly enough. I knew if I did, and he saw through it - the truth would come out eventually and I'd just be left looking like even more of an ‘unfaithful slut’ than I already felt. So after a final moment of deliberation, I decided that I'd actually admit to everything, and just hope that after his initial reaction, that of anger and disappointment, which would probably continue for days or possibly even ‘weeks’, my fiancée would hopefully eventually forgive my one and only drunken indiscretion.

  I just couldn’t live with myself, knowing that I was going to tell the man that I was due to marry such a bare faced and devious lie…

  Later that evenin
g, I can clearly remember that I felt intensely nervous as his car pulled up on the road beneath our flat, as he arrived home from his week away, but I knew that this was the only way. I had yet again played the impending conversation over and over in my head as I waited for him to enter through the front door, but sadly it really couldn't have gone any worse for me.

  He didn't understand at all, despite my honesty which he sarcastically thanked me for, but he couldn’t hide the fact that he was absolutely heart broken over my infidelity, and so within two hours of me humbly admitting my infidelity - he was gone. God only knows where he went, but once Sunday night had arrived, I just knew, deep down in my heart that he was gone for good, as he was due to fly back to Ireland for another week at work the following morning

  The following weekend eventually arrived, and I still hadn't heard anything from him, even though I had hoped that after 7 days he might arrive home and after thinking things through, and would want to sit down to discuss where we went from here, before once again hearing my heart-felt apology, but he didn't.

  Another week came and passed, and although I had hoped and prayed for his eventual return, every single day since he had walked out of my life, I knew, deep down that after the two most miserable weeks of my life, and still no contact, that he simply wasn't ever coming back.

  Then, finally, on the Saturday morning I received a letter, from him, marked with an Irish post-mark. I opened it with trembling hands, and began to read it's contents carefully through tear flooded, and bloodshot eyes. In the letter, he explained that he had already been struggling with the thought of me escorting, even though he had only set me up with three guys, and went onto say that he felt increasingly insecure about the fact that I seemed to be enjoying the sex-dates 'just a little too much'. I felt my heart tearing apart, as I read on, only to find out that he had actually been considering breaking off our engagement, because of his deepening insecurities about our future together. And then he explained that when I admitted my infidelity to him, it was the final straw and that he was sorry to walk out on me like he did, but ‘enough was enough’. He then concluded the letter by saying that in some ways it was a massive relief that I had cheated on him, as it showed that his reservations were well founded all along, and that he'd only talked about starting a family with me in an attempt to test my commitment to our relationship.