ADRIEN

Yes...right there... suck me good"

I moaned as I cummed right on that beautiful bitch face, she wasn't offended, instead she wanted more of me, of this and oh fuck, it has never felt this good 

"Fuck me daddy"

She said as she pushed all the files away from the table, before balancing herself on the table and spreading her legs widely and oh fuck, I don't think I have never seen such a curvy woman in my life than her. 

I didn't wanted to waste any more time, I could not keep still anymore any longer

I stood up, squeezed hard onto her full breasts for a bit, before placing my long cock into her wet dripping pussy, that immediately made her start moaning hard

"Ouuuu, yes!, yes!, don't fucking stop please!"

That was the incidence of last night with one of my fucking mistresses, but I still remembered perfectly, every single sexy shit, cause it was just too good

"Oh lord help me"

I brought myself back to reality, and ran a hand over my face as the hotel room door clicked shut behind me.

Another long day. Another fake smile. Another endless meeting. Another city I didn't care about.

And another phone call from Bella waiting on my screen like a responsibility I wasn't ready to carry.

I loved my wife once. Madly. With the kind of intensity a young man gives before life dulls him down. But over the years, things shifted. Slowed. Broke quietly.

We had gone from passion to routine, from routine to silence, and from silence to... whatever this distance was.

And now, there was someone else.

Someone I shouldn't be thinking about.

Someone I shouldn't be comparing Bella to.

Someone who made things complicated.

My phone buzzed again.

Bella.

I sighed and picked it up.

"I'll ask one more time  who left the house by eight this morning?"

I didn't mean to sound harsh, but exhaustion sharpened every word.

On the other end, she let out a mocking laugh that used to be cute years ago. Now it just felt like a reminder that we didn't speak the same language anymore.

"Ouu, I'm so scared," she said in that tone she used whenever she felt helpless but refused to show it.

I rubbed my forehead. I didn't want to argue. Not tonight. Not after the day I'd had.

"Bella, just answer the question."

"Oh, now you want to talk calmly," she snapped. Her voice shook slightly, and I hated that I heard it. Hated that I knew it was because of me.

"I'm sorry,"

I muttered  the most meaningless apology in the world at this point.

"Sorry about what? You yell at me, talk to me like an employee, disappear for weeks, and now you want to apologize? For what exactly?"

Her words cracked at the edges.

I closed my eyes.

"Bella," I tried again, softer this time. "I shouldn't have raised my voice. Just tell me what's going on at home."

Silence stretched for a beat too long.

"It's Jack,"

she whispered finally.

"Jack?" I sat up straighter. "Your nephew?"

"Yeah. Liliana asked if he could stay until he got enough money for his apartment."

"And you didn't think to tell me?"

My tone sharpened automatically, a reflex I'd developed somewhere between board meetings and broken communication.

"What can I say?" she shot back. "You're never home."

Her words landed deep.

And I hated that she was right.

I exhaled slowly.

"Bella... don't weaponize my job."

"I'm not. I'm just telling you the truth."

I leaned back on the hotel bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Fine. Tell me what you want from me."

She paused. I could practically hear her thinking, chewing on her bottom lip the way she did when she was afraid of asking for too much.

Then, softly:

"I want a loving home."

Those words hit harder than any argument we'd ever had.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, even though deep down, I already knew.

"Adrien... When was the last time we went on a date?" she whispered. "When was the last time we had a night to ourselves? When was the last time you touched me and reminded me that I'm still your wife?"

Her voice cracked.

That sound used to break me.

Now it only reminded me how far we'd fallen.

"I've been working," I said quietly. "You know that."

"I know," she said. "I know, Adrien. But love needs time. And you haven't given me any."

I rubbed my chest, feeling a strange heaviness sit there.

"If you want me to stop crying," she added, "promise me you'll make time for us."

My throat tightened.

"I promise."

"No," she said firmly. "Not like that. Give me a date. A real one."

I stared at the wall.

I never fully unpacked the suitcase.

At the untouched dinner sent up hours ago.

At everything I'd built outside my marriage... and everything I'd let shrink inside it.

"I'll be done with this work tour in three weeks," I said finally. "I'll come home early next month. We'll spend the whole weekend together."

"The weekend?" she whispered. "Only the weekend?"

She was right again.

I could take more time.

I just... didn't want to.

But the guilt pushed the words out anyway.

"Fine," I sighed. "A whole week. Just us."

Her voice softened instantly. "Thank you, baby. I miss you."

I swallowed hard.

"I miss you too."

A lie?

Maybe.

Partially.

Emotionally complicated.

"You know..." she said, clearing her throat with a teasing tone she probably hoped would lighten the mood, "it's been a while since you..."

"Don't," I cut in gently. "Please."

She quieted. And the silence between us turned fragile again.

She changed the topic with forced brightness.

"The girls came visiting from the boarding school today and they want to talk to you, let me get them"

A few seconds later, the triplets' voices filled the call:

"Daddy!! Mommy!! Omg, it's been forever!"

I smiled despite myself. Their energy, their joy, their youth  all washed over me like a reminder of what my life looked like before everything got twisted.

We talked, laughed, listened to their school drama, their tiny arguments, their growing-up stories. For a moment, I let myself feel the warmth of being a father. A husband. A man who built something real.

But underneath it...

A different truth simmered.

A truth with a name.

A truth waiting in another hotel room two floors below mine.

A truth I wasn't proud of, yet couldn't fully walk away from.

When the call ended and the screen went dark, the silence felt heavier.

The guilt settled in.

But the craving for escape settled deeper.

And I knew...

I knew exactly who I'd end up seeing before the night was over.

Bella's Pov~.

"Fifty Shades tonight?"

Adrien... my good for nothing husband never showed up, I had waited patiently for him, his flight was suppose to land this afternoon. He was suppose to be by my side this night, catching up with me, fucking me hard, proving to me he still had this marriage under contro

Proving to me he still fucking loved me, but everything all went to blaze, he never came and instead made one of his mistresses call me, to tell me that this wasn't one crazy nightmare, but the cold harsh reality 

He had move on, no the marriage might still stand because of our kids, but the truth was that the relationship between us was far fucked up already to be recovered

Few hours ago, I had broken down, cried my life away, lost my mind, but then something changed, and it's funny how someone..how my nephew could be the very cause of it

"Fifty shades tonight?"

When I stepped out of my room, I didn't want to look like I was heartbroken.

So I put on a satin nightgown, the soft, deep wine-colored one that hugged me in all the right places.

I brushed a little gloss on my lips.

Tied my hair loosely.

And walked out as if I hadn't spent the last hour falling apart.

Jack knew something was up, but he didn't ask me, instead he decided to cheer me up in his little way possible, 

I looked to the side and saw that he had already made popcorn, the simple smell filling the air. He looked up at me  and froze.

His eyes dipped for one heartbeat too long.

Then he blinked, trying to mask it.

I didn't comment.

I just walked closer, calm on the outside, trembling underneath.

"I mean if you want."

 His jaw tightened, and I nodded, my legs crossed, the thin fabric of my gown sliding softly against my skin.

He sat closer than before, his warmth brushing against my arm, every small movement sending little sparks under my skin.

The lights were dim.

The air-conditioning hummed softly.

The movie glowed on the screen.

But the tension between us was louder than all of it.

At some point, I shifted slightly  and that small movement must have pulled at the top of my gown.

Because suddenly, I felt his hand brush the edge of my boobs.

It wasn't intentional.

Not at first.

Just a graze.

But when he realized how close he was...

he didn't move away.

Slowly  almost like he was afraid to break whatever strange, fragile thread tied us together  his fingers slid gently over the thin strap.

My breath caught.

Everything inside me tightened.

He wasn't touching me.

Not really.

But the air between us felt touched.

He looked at me  really looking,  trying to read my reaction, waiting for a sign to stop, to pull back.

I didn't stop him.

I didn't move away.

My heartbeat filled my ears as his hand hovered near my shoulder, warm, uncertain, trembling just a little.

We weren't doing anything wrong.

Not yet.

But one more inch...

One more breath...

And the line between wrong and irresistible would blur beyond repair.

I turned my eyes back to the movie, pretending to focus.

But my body felt every inch of him beside me.

Every breath he took.

Every bit of heat radiating off him.

This was dangerous.

And I was too hurt, too lonely, too tired of being invisible to care.

And in that dim living room, under the soft light of an erotic movie and the heavy silence of two people fighting their own thoughts...

 My heartbeat filled my ears as his hand hovered near my shoulder, warm, uncertain, trembling, and then I heard his voice 

"I know you are hurting"

From his mouth to me? My thoughts scattered, and I could just have changed the topic or walked out of the living room. No one would question me, but instead my lips ended up doing the opposite, cause it was tired of living a lie and wanted at least a spark 

My lips knew all my weakness 

"I know" 

His face?

He looked a little bit shocked that I replied to him, but it didn't make him push me away either, instead he let out a little smile and fuck no, it made me so wet, I could die

It was this temptation and desire that made me lean forward to kiss him. I cupped his cheeks, holding his face to mine, though I doubt he had any intention of breaking the kiss anyway, but as of now, I knew I couldn't stop myself anymore so I did it.

I fucking kissed my nephew, tasting his lips and falling deeper into lust and everything that felt so wrong, but he? He didn't push me away like I thought he would, instead he placed his warm manly hand on my waist and kissed me back

As our kissing continued, his hands begin to move and I started to feel it sliding up and down my sides before his fingers slipped under and I shivered at how cold his skin on mine was.

We both let out a sigh but didn't break the kiss still. I felt his tongue brush against my bottom lip and I opened my mouth for it.

Our tongues fought each other, and I let out a small, soft moan.

Despite not wanting it to end, I turned my head quickly, forcing our lips apart, but instead of stopping, he continued to plant kisses up and down my neck.

Oh god, it felt so good... and at that moment, I knew where this was leading..

We moved into a more comfortable position where I was laying down and Jack was on top of me. This was escalating very, VERY quickly. As we continued to make out, I could suddenly feel something between us.

I wasn't stupid or naive. I knew what it was, His erection.

I shifted slightly and parted my legs letting him lay between us, making it more comfortable for the pair of us. He slid the palms of his hands up both of my thighs before hooking my legs around his waist.

The movement repositioned his hardening cock into a more... intimate position, but it didn't bother me at all.

When his hand cupped my cheek again, something shiny made me rethink and I turned to look. It was his eyes, the eyes of a young man doing things with his aunty, the eyes of a young man that might not even know what he wants.

Was I stealing his life away from him? With all this my sad fate that he couldn't help but pity me? What was I doing? 

Reality hit me and I pushed him away, sitting up. I covered my face feeling both embarrassed and ashamed of myself.

"What's wrong?" I shook my head, willing myself not to cry. I can't believe I did that... that I was doing this. "Hey?" He took my hands away from my face and slid off the sofa, getting on his knees in front of me.

"I just can't believe I'm doing this?"

"Didn't you want to?"

"No, I did just... Adrien... Jack... This is all just too soon. For the both of us".

He didn't question me, he nodded, understanding and stood up.

"I understand if you're not ready but please don't think am a kid"

"Jack, You're my nephew"

"Not for much longer"

"What did he meant by that?"

My thought exploded again.

I could see this was an agreed to disagree situation. Maybe I should leave after all...

"Look, I'm going to go... Ok?" He just shrugged. I felt bad, but I wasn't really sure what to do. I leaned forward and kissed his cheek and apologised again before I got up and left. This time, he didn't try to stop me, and I was grateful for that...

BELLA 

I couldn't fucking sleep after last night incident and then morning came and everything became more awkward. 

I stayed in my room for God knows whenever, which was so unlikely on me, before finally summoning the courage to leave, not to face him, but at least to act a little bit normal to make it look less worst 

Normally, I was meant to ashamed, disgraced and disappointed, cause I was his fucking aunt, but why do I feel it was worth it? Why do I fucking feel if I were given a chance to experience the same shit, I would willingly accept it

Was that how fucked up I was? 

When I finally left my room, I realized that jack wasn't at home either,and then I told myself that maybe he had gone for his classes and was not avoiding me for it. 

Maybe... just maybe 

My kids had also gone back to their boarding house, so it was just me yet again left alone in this huge fucking house 

Adrien had called this morning to apologize for not making it to me, but somehow i wasn't hurting like I should have about the issue anymore. 

I know he realized that too, and probably didn't even know his mistress had called me to shame

me for my fallen marriage, but i didn't fucking care either way. Somehow all that kept on rotating on my head was just one man.. Jack

I told myself that this was normal, completely normal to keep thinking about him after what had happened and no strings attached, cause I couldn't just fall for my nephew just like that right? 

"Ugh..."

I collapsed on the sofa and placed my hand on my head cause it was just too much for me to handle 

"I owe him an apology..and I do need to beg him not to tell this to anyone either, and then we can go back to how everything was suppose to be, yes.."

I mumbled to myself trying to calm myself from falling apart and then I had a plan to go about it 

I had ordered the cook to make his favorite meal, at least what I felt would be his favorite meal, cause when I called my sister to ask without caring how it might raise a little bit suspicion, still she ended up becoming uselsss to me, cause she didn't fucking know either 

Either way,I also had the place decorated a little bit, not too much, not too simple either, to set the mood right and then I made sure all the workers left earlier than usual cause I didn't fucking wanted no one to eavesdrop on our conversation. 

Everything I did was just to be extra safe, to prevent anymore disaster and then I waited for hours, before a drunk jack entered into the house, making my plan completely useless.

"He was probably going to forget everything I tell him by tomorrow morning"

I sighed out and decided to go help him up to his room, so that he wouldn't crash, but before I could get close enough, he shifted away from me, and looked at the table, before looking back at me

"Am starving actually"

I watched as a little smile curved up at the corner of his lips before walking up to the table, and honestly I didn't know what to make out of it, nor how it made me feel. 

At the end of the day, we ate in silence with neither a word from the both of us, and I decided to take him up to his room, but before I could leave, he held my hand and stopped me, instantly making my body shiver 

"Don't you have something you want to tell me?"

He asked me and stared into my eyes and it made me instantly forget how to speak for a minute, before letting go of my hand from his

"I thought you were drunk"

"No I wasn't "

He answered sharply and yet again, I was speechless and couldn't bring myself to press forward about what exactly he meant by that so I decided to go straight to the point 

"Am sorry about last night, I really am, am your aunt and..."

"So you want me to keep it a secret.."

He butts in again, and looked at me longingly, waiting for an answer. I looked away for a bit, trying to compose myself before looking back at him. 

"It has to be" 

I tell him honestly and waited for his response, but he didn't give me one, instead all I saw was the way his eyebrows curved as if he was frustrated about it, before immediately looking away from me 

JACK 

I was never drunk. After last night incident, I became so fucked up, I just had to leave so fast early in the morning in other to process everything well and calm myself down cause I had fucked up really badly, but in the end, I never really did any thinking cause I knew that deep down I had somehow fallen for her.. 

Be it lust or not, all I knew was that I wanted her and more of that.. but there was no way I was going to fucking tell her, so in the end, the best thing was to make sure everything go back to how it was before

I fucking told myself that when I returned, I was going to tell her that we both cool, and we should forget about it, but in the end, I never really did had the courage to do that, so I fake being drunk

at least to escape facing her this night

Maybe by tomorrow it would all die down, I doubted it would, but just maybe...

But when I walked into the house and saw all she had arranged, everything inside me fucking shifted and I thought again that maybe just maybe she had wanted me just as badly as I wanted her, so I decided to quit the act after she brought me to my room, but after hearing her say this right to my face, I realized I was the fucking fool 

Why did I ever think our story might become something so sweet? Why on fucking earth could I ever become this dumb?

I mean she wasn't wrong, I should forget everything, isn't that what I wanted too? So why was I so pissed off

I wanted to stay calm, I mean I wanted to give out nothing but a calm look. Fuck, after hearing her speak, all I wanted to do was to just crash out immediately she leaves, but my face sold me off, I really didn't know the reaction I had gave out, but it was enough to make her notice and then she asked 

"Hey are you fine" 

And I finally broke... 

I couldn't take it anymore, maybe it was the concern yet innocent look she gave out, or was just pure lust, hell no... I was so messed up to realize the exact spell she had on me, and how to stop myself so I did it, I fucking grabbed her waist, she lost balance and sat on my leg and then I kissed her hard

Yes... I did it again, the very one mistake I didn't know how to stop, but it was short lived, cause she pushed me as fast as she could and tried to get up from my legs, but i didn't wanted her soft buttocks to stop causing erections to me just yet, so i didn't let her 

I held her waist tightly and watched as her expression changed again

Was this abuse? I just couldn't decide what was right or wrong anymore 

BELLA 

One minute I asked him if he was fine, the second minute, I was on his legs as he kissed me hard...and...and my body?

It reacted to it against my own will, but still this was so wrong, far too wrong to be considered any thing right, so against my will, I tried to escape this temptation, this desire but he didn't let me go, he didn't wanted me to leave just yet, and then I feel his hands again, he held unto my waist and pulled me closer to him, making me feel just how horny he was

I felt it too, his dick long hard against my buttock

"Ja..jack"

I stammered as I looked into his eyes, I shouldn't have, cause it felt I was falling into more disaster that I won't be able to escape, and that was the very one thing he was so fucking good at, making me mad with the simplest way possible

"I can't..."

He was trying to say something, but then his voice faded off..and it made me realized he was suffering just as much as I was.. the longing was there but who on earth would ever deem a relationship between me and my nephew right? 

"I can't stop wanting you.."

He finally said and I felt his hands moving up to my back...to my bra, he was trying to unbuckle my bra through the night gown and holy fucking I would be lying to myself if that didn't make me more wet than I ever was 

"Please... don't "

I result into pleading when I knew I was falling for the trap more, but this was not the type of pleading he wanted coming from me. His eyes... his eyes told me how badly he wanted to push me down to his bed, tear my fucking cloth off, and fuck me hard like an animal... and I wanted nothing less than that too..

We were both fucked up to be in our right senses, but life had never felt this sweeter 

"It would be our secret...our little secret" 

He finally unbuckles the bra successfully and whispered to my left ear before kissing and that was when I finally snapped 

I stood up from his legs, pushed him into the bed before climbing him and bringing my lips to his

He reciprocated with the same energy, held unto my ass and squeezed it hard making me more 

Enough was truly enough, we didn't care anymore. I unbuckled his trousers as I kept on kissing him and brought out what I needed, and started stroking it. 

His dick...long...big...thick and more than enough to satisfy a middle age woman like me 

He let out a moan and chuckled out, then he stopped spanking my ass and moved to my breasts 

I stopped to make sure my breasts positioned well on his face and when his lips finally touched one of the nipples, that was when I finally entered into cloud nine after years of sex deprivation.