Lauren's Pov

I was wet, my juices flowing onto his fingers as he thrust further into me, but the ride didn't last long. My body was already trembling with the aftermath of his touch, and before I could finally catch my breath, the car had stopped in front of a tall glass building which shimmered against the night sky.

He didn't wait to be told, his strong arms swooped me up like I weighed nothing, and I clung to him, my lips trailed along his neck as he carried me past the lobby. I couldn't help but notice the curious eyes of the staff, trailing after us straight into the elevator.

The moment the elevator door closed, he slowly set my feet onto the floor, lowering his head and burying it underneath my legs. I couldn't help but let out a large gasp for air, as I felt his tongue ruin the little part of stability I had left–my fingers digged into his hair, but by the time we reached his penthouse I was already at peak.

My dress slipped from my shoulders, dropping down over my feet the second the door shut behind us. He pressed me against the wall, his mouth devouring mine, and I gave in –completely, shamelessly.

He slowly slipped onto my neck– I let out a moan, as his fingers clutched upon my nipple.

"Fuck.." He whispered over my ears, he lifted me onto the sofa, his gaze never left mine as his tongue traced down to my clit, and his fingers resumed on my breast.

I swear I couldn't feel my legs the moment his head submerged from underneath me. He stood up, lifting me up into the room.

I could feel his cock throb from his trousers, his eyes glittered underneath the lights as I fell onto my knees and unbuckled his belt.

Was I really doing this?

My eyes widened, the moment it was let out of the bag– the veins around it were pulsating, I stroked it as I nudged it over my fingers–watching it dangle in its glory.

He didn't have to say a word, neither did I–it was a night of pleasure and fantasies coming to life.

My tongue tasted the tip of cock, swerving its salty precum over my saliva as I took him in. He was large, different from my husband's–if I could recall from our wedding night which was a sham.

His hands slowly traced down to the back of my head as he slammed his cock over my toungue–I could feel the drop of tears over the corner of my eyes–I loved it.

His moans became louder by the second as he pumped his juices into my mouth, the warm cum jittered down my throat and onto my breast as he slipped out of my mouth.

He carefully raised me off the floor, turned me around as he slid into me–my moan was intense, he was big, my eyes widened as I felt the tip welcomed into me.

"Damn, you are tight..." He muttered.

My mind narrowed, as his hands clutched my breast and he slammed into me fully–

That night, I gave in my all–forgetting who the fuck I really was–neither a wife, nor was I the lady whose husband had turned her down in the last minute.

He owned every part of my body that night-I was finally alive, burning with want as I gasped for air– we did it over and over again till the city outside blurred into nothing.

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The morning lights spilled through the curtains–finally waking me up. I woke up with a banging bodyache as I tried recalling my acts of last night, my face turned red from the flashbacks, the sheets were cool against my skin and for a moment there I had no sign of regret.

I had hardly noticed his absence, but was drawn to it by the tray of breakfast by the bed side. It was perfectly arranged with fruits, croissants, coffee and beside it laid a folded note, written in a bold neat handwriting.

"Don't leave. I'll be back soon."

My lips trembled into a smile,I pressed the note against my chest, as my once red face felt like it was burning up already. That was when my phone buzzed.

"Vivian," I muttered, already dreading the call.

I swiped to answer, and her voice burst through the speaker, with so much mischief underneath it.

"Sooo... Mrs. Perfect wife... how was last night? And don't you dare tell me nothing happened."

"Viv–" I stammered , sitting up quickly, tugging the sheet over my chest.

"Oh–my–God, you did it! I can hear it in your" she laughed. "You sound like a girl who just discovered what sex really is."

"Stop it Vivian, I don't want to talk about this." My face burned, just from the thoughts from the elevator.

"Don't act shy now. I know I told you to let loose, and I am so glad you did. You are welcome." She laughed harder.

I thought I could handle her teasing–but a part of me couldn't help but judge my act–guilt slowly crept in behind her words as my husband's face flickered in my mind, the vows I had taken and the years which I had promised to be loyal. My chest ached, and for a second , the weight of what I had done pressed hard against me

I was about to tell Vivian she was wrong, that It had been a mistake–or maybe switching the blame unto the Alcohol I had taken last night, and I wanted to swear I was never going to happen again–

Just then the door clicked open.

I froze, ending the call immediately.

He walked in, seeing him in broad daylight made me realize it wasn't just the alcohol–I had fallen for this stranger in just a glance. He was tall, confident and in his hand was a bouquet of fresh flowers . His eyes locked onto mine and guess what? My heart betrayed me again–it jerked so hard I forgot to breathe.

Before I could say a word, he had already crossed the room in long strides as he pressed his lips against mine. The flowers were beautiful, but I didn't have the second to admire them as his hand cradled the back of my neck.

The guilt slipped away, and just like that– I didn't feel it anymore.

I kissed him back, desperately–like I needed him more than the air I was meant to be breathing.

The tray of my untouched breakfast shifted to the floor as he pushed me down gently into the soft pillows. This time, It wasn't the kind of wild frenzy of last night–it was slower, and deeper like he was memorising every inch of my body. His lips burned a trail down my skin, as his touch made me arch against him, and then I realized with a shiver-I was already addicted.

And I never wanted it to end.

Lauren pov,

I never thought Greece would be this fun–I thought I was going to spend it all indoors, but here I was being treated like a queen in her castle, new jewelry especially and clothes which were not charged from my credit card. The sex has been so good–I wished it never ended.

The sex in the pool was my best so far–it was marvellous, taking in his full cock underneath the waters as we watched the view, it was crazy.

Here I was receiving morning kisses, and head– I had no idea when the third morning came, I wasn't bothered because my vacation was meant for a seven day streak.

The third morning came with steam rising around us. The bathroom mirror was fogged, as I stared at my mild reflection getting spanked from the back. The tiled walls were slick and condensed with my hands pressed upon the walls.

His strokes plummeted into me as I tried to gasp for air underneath the shower head, just when I thought I was hitting my climax, he turned me around and lifted my feet above the floor–finally spreading my legs around his waist as I took in his big fat cock, he was slow, gentle– my legs tightened around him as I felt the climax... "I'm cum...ING.." I screeched.

His pace increased, slamming into me as his eyes decided to maintain contact with mine, those stares were deep piercing into my soul–my heart shivered underneath the hot shower with our lips kissing. Then I felt it, his warm jitters hitting the walls of my vagina. He slowly slipped out of me– but my legs were so sore I couldn't walk.

He carried me into the tub–taking his time to clean every single part of my body-I felt loved again, wishing my husband could just be him instead.

His fingers traced a lazy circle on my nipple as the water came down over our skin.

I wasn't ashamed–instead I loved it. I felt his eyes waver around me–heavy and searching as it lingered longer than ever before.

"What?" I whispered with a nervous laugh, as I brushed off droplets from my eyelashes.

"Nothing, Ophelia." He muttered, though his gaze didn't waver.

But I could feel it–he wasn't just staring at my body. He was studying me and memorizing me– he was enjoying it all like I was more than a fling and a stranger.

And that sent terrifying shocks through my spine.

____

By noon, we were both seated across from each other at a quiet restaurant, sunlight poured through the glass walls, and the world outside rushed past–meanwhile it felt like time stalled in between us.

The meal was light– fresh seafood, and a glass of white wine– I was almost comfortable until his question came in, low but deliberate:

"Are you married?"

The sudden slip of the fork in my hand, almost gave me away. My heart slammed against my ribs, as I stared at him trying to hide every single guilt from the question.

"What?" I almost choked, forcing a laugh I didn't feel.

His eyes didn't move, they were steady, waiting for my answer.

Panic rose within me the moment I stared down at my hand and there it was. My wedding ring. I hadn't taken it off.

I felt the bile of heat flood my cheeks and with a quick breath, I composed a smile, the kind that hid more than it revealed.

"No... ohh, I guess you just saw this." I said pointing at my ring. "I just like wearing it. It helps in keeping away the ones who only want to play with my heart." I whispered, sliding the ring off my finger and with a deliberate motion, my fingers trembled as I dropped it into my purse.

I didn't dare to look back up until I was sure my lie had landed safely.

He responded with a slow, unreadable nod, as I let out a slow sigh of relief. My chest was at ease, but only for that moment.

Because that was when my phone buzzed.

I excused myself, clutching the device against my breast like a life line as I stepped away from the table. My husband's name flashed on the screen. For a split second, I thought– maybe he misses me. Maybe he's calling to ask when I'll be coming back home–but I guess your imagination does not always rhyme with reality.

His voice was clipped, cold and audacious. "Lauren. Where did you keep your Goddamn phone? Your mother is sick and they've been trying to reach you!!"

I felt my eyes roll, like the ground beneath me. I pressed the phone tighter to my ear, as my throat tightened up against me.

"I–I've been busy..." I stammered

"Busy?" He snapped. "You know what? Just call your family. They need you."

Just like that the line went dead.

I stood frozen for a brief while, my reflection stared back at me in the restaurant's polished glass. My chest ached so sharply I felt my fingers go numb as it hurt to breathe.

I didn't know what to feel–Guilt or hatred?

I switched off my phone, as I returned to the table. I forced a smile as if nothing had happened.

"Are you okay?" He asked,staring at me deeply

I nodded " It's work, nothing much..." I said, locking away the pain I felt within me.

That night I made a decision–I was going to leave by morning, funny how I didn't care to know the name of this stranger–but was ready to make my last night here with it.

We both tangled up in the sheets once more, every touch was desperate, every kiss was soaked. His body pressed into mine, his voice was something I wanted to recall over my ears–I didn't want to think of what next, I was living in the moment.

And when it was all over, I laid beside him trembling and breathless as I savoured the moment of silence–But I knew I couldn't stay a day longer.

___

Mr stranger was still fast asleep when I texted Vivian to come pick me up at the address–and about our plans of leaving Greece.

'Don't be late.' I cautioned.

I guess she wasn't asleep yet as her message popped back at me.

'on it. And girl-you owe me some juicy details'

By sunrise, I was already dressed, my heart was heavy with secrets as I took in one last glance of his beautiful features. He was still asleep, I leaned in to give him a farewell kiss– I was successful because he was drained from last night.

Vivian text came in, it was a picture of her at my address, I knew I needed to leave before he woke.

The moment I stepped out, she took one look at me with a raised brow, but said nothing as we both drove to the airport.

I clutched my purse tight, my ring was still inside– as I felt the weight of my guilt creep back into my chest.

This was supposed to be the end–but I guess fate was playing a fast one on me.

Lauren's pov,

The road to the airport was quiet, except for the wind ripping past my ears. Vivian had her sunglasses on, and her hands were firm on the wheel, the music played softly and it all felt normal.

I slowly pulled out my ring and replaced it back on my finger, then Vivian's phone started ringing.

"Can you get that for me?" She said over the hum of the engine.

I reached for the phone, but the screen flashed "Unknown number". I hesitated for a second, before swiping to answer.

"Hello" I said,

The call was silent at first–static, till a familiar voice which I hadn't heard in weeks came through.

"Baby... are you both at the airport already?"

My heart froze. I knew the voice and I could boldly say it was my husband's.

My eyes widened as I stared at the phone like a cursed object. I thought I was choking; for a moment there I could barely breathe.

I slowly cleared my throat and shoved the phone against Vivian's ear.

She glanced at me, with a flicker of confusion crossing her face before smiling lightly and whispered.

"Hey... yeah, we're almost there," Her tone was calm, way too calm. "Alright, see you soon,"

The monster ended the call, I felt the air in the car shift. Tension filled the air as I stared at her and down to her phone.

I waited a while before asking, quietly, "Who was that?"

Vivian shrugged, brushing away the air strand from her face.

"Oh, that?" She stammered, "It's one of the guys from the other night," she added, casually.

She stared back at me and proceeded to mutter. "Don't act so judgy– I have no idea why your face is that way, but while you were having your fun, I was having mine."

"With my husband?" I smiled,

"Girl-" Vivian gasped, immediately stepping on the brakes, "Stop it, look here, no matter how bad it is, I would never-ever go near your husband."

I quickly smiled like nothing was wrong, "I was just joking–" I muttered.

"Oh girl-" she sighed

I forced a small laugh, but inside my stomach was twisted. My chest felt heavy and my hands were utterly cold, I turned towards the window as I watched the blur of the road fade into grey.

All I could think about was the voice I heard– how soft it sounded and how familiar it was. I knew I was wrong to accuse her, but my mind couldn't be playing tricks on me–not with that voice.

I smiled faintly at Vivian, pretending everything was fine. But in that moment, I knew something was not right and I was ready to get to the bottom of it.

________

It had been a week since my trip– the one I went wild in, but at the moment sleep was a luxury I could barely afford.

I found myself tossing in my bed, staring at the ceiling as the clock clicked endlessly.

I was able to attend to my mother for a few days, but my husband– he began coming home late, worse than the very beginning– Sometimes, I woke up to an empty bed, he never came home and any time he did, the smell of perfume which wasn't mine lingered faintly on his clothes.

I wasn't the type to keep tabs but here I was, trying to keep one. I thought I could fix it , I mean maybe we could go back to how we started.

The little dates and all, I knew I wasn't innocent and still I still had my doubts about Vivian and my husband, but that night it was different.

The house was quiet– way to quiet, I stared at my phone before tilting my neck towards the clock. I tried to call Vivian but there was no answer.

I frowned and tried again but the result was the same as the first. The same way Vivian knew me, so did I. I knew she was either fucking or asleep, but my mind already had an answer of its own.

Out of habit, I immediately dialed my husband's number next. It rang.. and rang.. until the call was cut off.

My mind was already playing a fast one in me– Was Vivian really having an affair with my husband?

My chest tightened as the silence pressed against me like a weight. I knew I couldn't get mad, I wasn't a saint– my secrets were still welled up in Athens and the best way to free my mind was to either try sleeping or rather distract myself.

My mind proceeded to drift back to Athens, the crazy hookup I had. From the hotel room, the dimlights, and the man with the strong hands and kind eyes. I laughed softly at myself as I realized I couldn't even recall his name. But the memory... The way he had touched me, the way I had felt wanted– it was the best I had ever felt in my life.

I slowly closed my eyes, as I sunk into the feeling, this time it wasn't porn rather my imagination giving me the depth of every single thing I had enjoyed.

My breath deepened, and my fingers traced slowly and delicate circles over my nipples, exactly the way he teased me with his tongue. My fingers slowly traced down to my panties as I felt my loneliness melt into warmth, my body had recalled every single moment I wished I had forgotten.

I was just about to hit climax, when I heard the front door getting opened.

My heart skipped a bit, I froze for a second, pulling a sheet over my chest as I listened. Laughter echoed faintly from downstairs– they were two male voices.

I panicked– my husband never told me he was having a visitor over, I quickly scrambled out of bed, slid into my night robe and hurried gently down the stairs.

At the base of the stairs, I saw him– Ezra, walking in with another man. They were both laughing at some kind of shred joke, their voices were casual and comfortable.

My husband turned slightly when he noticed me. "Oh hey, honey," he said, smiling faintly as he closed in on me and landed a peck on my cheek– I guess this was the first affectionate thing I had felt from him in a while.

"Didn't mean to wake you."

But my mind wasn't on him, not at all.

My eyes were locked in on the stranger beside him– he wasn't a stranger to me anymore, because he had done what my husband couldn't.

I felt the world go still the moment our gaze met– Ezra's words faded out as my stomach dropped. Their laughter faded as it got replaced by a sickening rush of heartbeat.

Right in front of me stood the man from the night, the one who took his time to ruin me in and out even if I could barely recall his name.

I thought my heart had already gone through its strain this week, but nothing could have prepared me for what I heard next.

"Please meet Ezekiel– my brother,"