Images Of Sin - Sex Stories

Images Of Sin

... juices off her fingers flashed in my mind. “I want to meet her,” he said, smiling at my reaction. “For what?” “She had my wife, a wife that swore to be faithful. I will meet her.” My heart skipped a beat; there was no questioning him. “Let’s shower, I’m hungry.” ~~~ We left our room hand in hand, the connection one of possession more than intimacy. I knew a long time would pass before I regained his trust. I understood that the minute I saw his face. No matter what became of the following days, I would be kept in check. I felt her eyes before mine took in the sight of her. She sat at a table alone, a camera and an empty plate in front of her. Natalie’s hair was in a ponytail, her shirt clung to her perky tits, and her piercing eyes bore into me. I turned my back to her and went to the buffet, my husband by my side. “Is there something wrong, Renee?” “No.” I smiled and watched as he loaded his plate with steamy eggs and thick slices of bacon. “Don’t lie to me, you’re not very good at it,” he paused, “Your Natalie, she’s here isn’t she?” I didn’t answer, instead I pressed for different conversation, “Do you see any grits or rice?” Gazing around the room, John asked, “Where is she?” I had to answer him, “Behind us, the pretty blonde with the camera on her table.” “Hmm, she is very pretty…sexy too. Her breasts are fantastic; I see why you gave it up.” “I’ll tell her that you approve.” Sarcasm dripped from my tone. “She’ll be happy that you do.” “Oh no, baby, I’ll tell her ...

... myself. We’re joining her for breakfast.” “No, we’re not!” I said, my mouth tight with indignation. His response was not verbal; he stared at me with his eyebrow angled upward. He simply took his tray to wear she sat. I hesitated, but followed him angrily. “May we sit, Natalie?” Her smile was brilliant, her voice steady, and oddly melodic to my ears. “Absolutely, I’ve waited days for this…uhh this introduction.” I stared at her; it was my way of begging her to choose her words cautiously. “Natalie, this is my husband, John,” I said dryly. There was nothing about that introduction that pleased me. Secretly, I wanted them to dislike each other so that I could have both to myself. I’m selfish like that; you know having your cake and all… Natalie was my cake. “Babe, this is my nighttime distraction,” I aimed for levity. Natalie stared at me with a look that said that our relationship had little to do with humor. “Oh, sweetheart, I am so much more than a distraction for you.” Grinning, she stood and embraced my husband, “Let’s sit and talk about your Renee.” Heat rose in my cheeks; I just did not want this conversation to occur. “Nat, why don’t John and I let you get to your picture taking,” I said as I looked at her camera. “It’s lovely out today; you should get to your plans.” “And resist this hunk of yours? No, thank you, I’d much rather sit and chat with the two of you.” Grabbing my elbow and taking my plate, John said, “Yeah, let’s chat.” “John, Renee tells me you’re an honest man. ...