My knees buckling finally making it out the house, the cold wind slapping my face while I sniffled. My heart refuses to subside from its ramming, unsure of which emotion was I feeling.

As promised my car was fixed, sitting high with all four tires pumped with air. It almost didn't feel right, the sob in my throat threatening to claw out made swallowing painful. Climbing inside, my eyes blur with tears, refusing to let them fall as I continuously wiped them before spill from the lid dampening my lashes, Just a few seconds away was home.

The kitchen light on. Slowly pulling into my driveway watching my husband through the window laughing with someone over the phone. The emotional pain wins and I sob uncontrollably, clenching onto the wheel, after so long of being married I broke my vows.

Lusting for another man, yearning for his touch and kisses, wishing there was more to it, I love my husband with everything but the spark in the bedroom just died. Rather than seek help I fall to the touch of another, for what felt like hours I'm sobbing louder. Stuck in a one sided debate with myself, should I tell him?

Images of scenarios play like scenes in my mind, how would this even be fixed? The worst that can happen is a divorce, but it will also lead to shame and losing the man that I love and going the rest of my life without him while I wallow in pity. No escape was the best escape and Little by little I sunk into a depression, maybe we can talk about it and move on?

We've never had really had arguments that bad, I have never seen him get enraged before unless it's involving his company.
My mom and I don't speak, out of question, Maybe I'll call AnnaLisa for help? I cringe, even that's a bad idea cause she'll rightfully tell me off, words are stuck in my throat that I want to spew so bad.

I'm at a dead end.

Stomach boiling with guilt watching him move about in the kitchen, gathering myself I made a choice. I'll try and tell him, easier said than done.

I felt Like a newborn trying to stand, the length of the front door grow distant, swirls of purple clouding my eyes. I'm pulling anchors while battling the bile threatening to rip through my throat.

With a deep breath I'm at the front door, keyes ready to insert when something burned my right cheek. A creepy feeling arising the goosebumps on my skin, with just a slight twist of my head I'm ready to collapse.

Alessandro stood at his doorstep, hands in his pockets looking at me with soft eyes, A look of serene. My heart thuds with a large rise of my chest staring right back at him. I can still taste the whiskey on his tongue, the ghost feel of his hands. Cocking his head to the side he mistook my staring as a sign to approach, hastily I run inside watching his feet move forward to me.

Slamming my back and head behind the door, emotions flooding through my chest I hadn't notice my husband approaching me. The touch of his gentle hand on my shoulder brought me down from worry. The warm house and the scent of my favorite dinner; Mac and Cheese with Bacon.

"You alright babe?" His soft deep voice speaks to me.

I turn to him, vision blurring, Admiring his every facial features.

"Hey, hey, it's ok." He whispers sliding his hand across my waist. I blinked and the water works burst.

"I love you" I whispered, losing all Purpose, the brick I build around my emotions tumbled and I'm crumbling before him. My hands wrapping around his neck burying my nose onto his left shoulder.

"I love you too," he breathes leaving feathery touches behind my back.

***

I sit in the warm bath, mind traveling frantically, replaying all the scenes that happened moments prior. I bring my knees to my chest disgusted by my nipples, dark brown beads erecting painfully to the ghost feel of Alessandro's tongue. Though my lower body is submerged in the tub I can feel my pussy oozing by the way it licked, clenching to swallow and massage his shaft inside me with my walls.

The idea alone of having him plunge his dick in me started a ball in my abdomen, I rest my head behind the the rail of the tub staring into the ceiling, hoping any other thought could be of distraction. My body screaming to relieve the ache creeping up on my skin and I gave in, with a deep breath I close my eyes, lightly trailing my fingers from my neck, shuddering out the tingling feel against my skin. Throwing my head back my mouth slowly widening as my hands trail down my sternum in between my double D breasts.

I tease my self using both hands to circle the outer of my areolas before closing in on the swollen nipples, gasping loudly to the sensation. Pussy clenching, angered by the lack of attention while I leave my fingers to roll, twist and pull on my breasts. Eventually the buildup deepened and I could no longer ignore the cry below, plunging my hand into the water with haste the nerve swollen with a throbbing clit.

So deprived of touch it immediately numbs my legs nearing me to the edge faster than I thought. I show my body no mercy, plunging and curving my fingers brutally inside, In return my body thanks me sending waves of pleasure throughout my nerves letting me cry out; broken breaths clawing out of my throat, tears building from the intensity.

Im driven by a primal lust, a taste of the forbidden. Ready to achieve the maximum, the liquid at my fingertips, water splattering to the ground beside the bath, I Fuck myself rolling my hips to the scenario in my fantasies.

The build up burns in my abdomen before going cold at the knock of the door.

"Hey Baby you ok?"

I gasped loudly, Clearing my throat of any hint of lust, "Yes, I am fine Thank you."

"May I come in?"

Squeezing my knees to my chest to hide the swollen nipples, "Yes sure."

Calmly Phillip walks in, Our eyes meet softly before he looked down to the ground, "I'll get you some towels" he huffs.

I wanted to drown, "Ah yes please." I smile trying to look away.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, I am fine I just uh - well" Phillip leans on the beige marbled counter of the bathroom sink, red hair tied behind his head in a high bun, muscled body displaying with his boxer shorts. Softly I smile at him before the wedding band around his finger shimmers under the dim light of the bathroom.

"Wanna talk about it?"

In silence I look at him but my eyes were distant, was I really going to lose the love of my life simply because of one mistake? I never wanted to bring it up ever, I wanted to forget everything about it even when my body refuses, As long as I never have to see Alessandro again, I would rather take this to the grave with me.

"It's alright" he suddenly spoke, breaking my train of thought. "If it's too much for you, Please don't ever worry about It I unde -"

"No, It's just ... I uh - the sales for the new underwear shoot was a success" I smile.

Phillip pushed himself off the counter to head over to me, eyes widening to my news, "Babe that's amazing." he breathed, words still heavy with confusion, curious as to why the tears were spilling.

"It's not just that, ever since I was a little girl I dreamed of this," My eyes started to haze, glancing around as he crouched beside the tub, rubbing my back. "An amazing, successful husband, a beautiful home, a wonderful career and now my dream to go to Italy has been granted" I huff blinking out the tears.

Phillips eyes widened, "Seriously?"

Nodding my head, "Yes. Venice, Italy."

His mouth agape, processing the news, "Babe" he finally says. "I am so fucking proud of you." I watch his face turn red, shaking his head, "This is incredible, I have always known you have had it in you." Lifting my chin to him he crashed his lips onto mine instantly slithering his wet tongue to massage mine.

I kiss him back mirroring the wet strategy surely soon after, it gets feverish and he pulled away to look me in the eyes again, "I want to do it again." He whispered bringing his forehead down on me.

"Hm?"

"I want to do it again, and this time let's go all the way."

I furrow my brows to a twinkle in his eyes. "Phillip what do you want to do?"

Teasingly he raises both brow's up and down, Smile growing wider.

Catching on my eyes widen in realization. "The fantasy?"

He nodded.

"Seriously?" The excitement building up.

"Yes babe, I did more research and this time I want to go all the way with you"

Searching in his eyes for any sign of reluctance, a smile stretching on my face, burning my cheeks. "Yes!" I giggle enthusiastically nodding my head up and down. Kind of like the day he proposed to me. Maybe this redo is what we both needed and I can forget about the Alessandro scene.

"But for tonight, I want to have you right now as Phillip."

"What do you mean?"

Standing up he backs away to remove his boxers, thick dick leaping out curving to his belly button, wet tip glossens the skin, "Phillip" I swallow at the mouth watering organ. Eager to be enwrapped with the man I love as he climbed into the tub.

***

My eyes roll to the top of my head, Sleep just refuses to come to me tonight, only tossing and turning for what felt like hours. It's unusual for me but nothing new, I am tired but can't sleep unlike some people, glancing over to Phillip beside me who was fast asleep with a smile plastered on his face. It's easier for him, however a different case for me, I'm uneased an official liar.

Slightly Annoyed at his peaceful slumber, Maybe If I tell him I faked my orgasm we could try again? Yea right, nothing more heart shattering to a man than telling him he doesn't make you cum, but is that the real reason for my disturbed mindset? Maybe not, but one of the reasons for sure.

would a glass of milk help? Fuck, I'm so comfy. Somehow I convinced myself to get up, adjusting my silky bonnet and tightening the robe around my body, silently asking Alexa to open the lights in the hallways before they all fumbled, I roll my eyes.

Flashes of light beaming on the walls as if multiple cars driving around but kept myself from peeking out the windows to my neighbors house. I smile from the stairs, reminiscing the fantasy that we will soon replay, it keeps my mind occupied until I am Pouring myself a shot of tequila instead something to spike my brain enough and make it dizzy, alcohol isn't normally my escape but sitting in the darkness of my kitchen, only my thoughts are my companions and they are not always the best.

A million things plague my mind, they play a part working the liquor in my system faster than expected, anything to lighten up the burden on my shoulders and the temporary anxiety I still hid from my husband. Moments after the liqueur enters my streams my only comprehensions beckon me to head back upstairs or lay on the kitchen counter for a deep hibernation when my drunken ears fill with a crash hat soon follows with a baritone of shouts.

Stay put, stay put, not your business, mind your own.

Curiously I peek my head behind the curtain in an open view, parked backwards on Alessandro's driveway was a large a white truck. Movements of people moving about to and from as they retrieve items.

What was that crash?

"Alessandro." One of the men shout, the radiance of his voice rumbled the glass I stood from behind, as I prep my racing heart watching him emerge from the house, In nothing but jeans.

Build with pure thick muscle from his shoulder down to the firm sturdy arms that fall beside his toned thick abdomen. Body glistens as he stepped into a light, face to face with a strange man, maybe it was the alcohol in my streams that gave my body the light feel, but I swore I can hear my heart scream.

All attention solely focusing on him and him alone.

"What are you looking at?"

The bottle in my hand nearly slips, luckily entraps in between my fingers in the nick of time. The "What are you doing up?" I shudder out.

Philip smiles at me from the top of the stairs before descending fully, "You weren't there when I reached for you."

"Uh I was uh -" The lie I was conjuring vanquishes when I turned my head back to meet Alessandro's gaze, the sudden jerk of my movements must have caught his peripherals, those dark eyes once again look at me with that serene glimmer, a clouded look of crestfall.

I feel Philip close in behind me and I jerk the curtains close in the nick of time, coming eye level with his neck. "Nothing" I breathed wrapping my arms around his neck careful to not press my chest to his, I was afraid he'd feel the way my heart thrust against the cage.

Being blessed with the advantage of height Philip gently yeets the curtains back as I cringe to the ground. "Hmmm, I see Alessandro is getting busy" he huffs above my head.

I play dumb, "Hmm?"

"The movers, they finally brought in his furniture" Philip huffs.

"Furniture? you mean more things?"

"No?" He questions raising a brow, "He finally has furniture for his home, that place was a shell the last time I went." he huffs heading for the kitchen.

I wished to not have been a light head sometimes, "He didn't have anything before?" I'm careful to not force the conversation, afraid my semi drunken state will blab out the truth.

Shaking his head as he poured himself a glass, "Nope, nothing. Like I said an empty shell, I was there when left the office early." Pressing his wet lips to my forehead before delivering slap to my bottom. "Why don't we watch a movie since were up hmm?"

Blankly I nod wiggling out a smile, something about the statement made no sense. Than what were everything looked at?