Shadows were enveloping the bedroom when Hope began to stir. As she stirred, she bumped into a hard body, causing her eyes to fly open. Looking around the unfamiliar room, she tried to gather her thoughts and then it hit her – she had just committed adultery. She felt guilt rip through her at the thought of being unfaithful to her husband of ten years. Suddenly Hope began to giggle as she realized that she was completely naked except for her platform sandals. Her husband would have been outraged if she went to bed with her shoes on.

“Am I that funny looking?” Robert mumbled still half asleep as he reached for her.

“No you are not funny looking,” Hope reassured him. “I was just giggling at the thought of me going to sleep naked with my shoes on.”

Robert propped himself up on his arm and said, “Take them off and suck me.”

Hope turned bright red and started to get out of bed but was stopped by Robert’s hand on her arm.

“Robert, I need to get back and get my car and get home,” she told him. “What time is it anyway?”

Trying to see his watch in the dim light he said, “Looks like around four o’clock”

“Oh my gosh!” she hollered, “my husband will be home in about an hour and I need to get home,” even though she knew he would probably be late as usual.

“Stay with me tonight,” he said running his fingers sensually up her arm. “Surely you have someone who will cover for you and tell your husband you were there for the night?”

Her sister Faith immediately came to mind but she did not want to hear Faith teasing her so she said nothing. “I really have to go Robert. You promised to take me back to my car.”

“That I did,” he said as he rolled out of bed and started to get dressed, grumbling to himself

Hope wanted nothing more than to stay with Robert but she had obligations to her husband not to cause a scandal while he was seeking a judgeship.

After they got back to the park, she slipped out of the car without a kiss or word of goodbye and hurried to her car. Robert watched her drive away, figuring he would never hear from her again. She was such a beautiful flower, one that had many layers still to be discovered, but alas, it was not to be. It was not him to be the one to expose her many levels and rock her world, making her scream, and see fireworks as she cum.

When Hope arrived home, she was surprised to see Mace’s car already in the garage. Figuring Mace was sitting in his favorite recliner reading or watching television she snuck into the kitchen through the garage door. Taking off her shoes, she carried them in one hand and quietly raced up the stairs to their bedroom. Quietly opening the bedroom door, the site before her almost caused her to drop her shoes to the floor.

She quietly backed out of the room and stepped into the guest bathroom, pulling out her cell phone. Taking a business card from her wallet Hope made a quick phone call.

“Unlimited Photos Gallery, Robert speaking.”

“Robert, this is Hope. I need you to come to my house and bring your good camera. I need some blackmail pictures taken. We live at 7 Nightingale ,” she told him softly.

“I can be there in ten minutes Hope,”

Hope went outside to wait on him and true to his word, he was there in ten minutes. He got out of the car and gave her a quick hug. Grabbing his camera, he followed her into the house and up to the master bedroom.

Opening the bedroom door, she stepped to the side allowing Robert room to move around taking pictures of her husband fucking some slut in their bed.

Hearing the snap of a camera Mace stopped mid-thrust and looked over his shoulder, his cock immediately deflating as he saw Hope standing there and some strange man snapping pictures.

The woman under him moaned and whined, “Mace darling, why did you stop? I was on the verge of cuming.”

“It could be because his wife is standing in the same room and his fuck stick decided not to work anymore,” Hope said, using words she had heard her sister say. “Who is the slut in our bed Mace? Is she worth losing your marriage, your home, and possibly your judgeship over, you cock sucker?”

Robert snapped his fingers to get Hope’s attention. When she looked at him, he made a motion with his hand and she nodded her head. With one good tug, she yanked the covers off both of them. Robert quickly snapped several pictures of her husband on top of some blonde woman.

“Smile for the camera,” Robert said. “We want a good picture for the front page of the newspaper.”

“Who the hell are you?” Mace asked

“A good friend of hers who does not mind getting the goods on a no good cheating husband that does not appreciate the sexy woman he is married to.” Robert said smiling as he snapped another picture

“Hope, is this fucker your lover?” Mace asked, and then said, “No, that is absurd. No one would fuck a fat ice cycle pussy bitch like you.”

“Got enough pictures Hope,” he told her. “I will get them developed and you can pick them up when you want.”

“Wait,” she said, not caring if Mace knew or not, “can I come back to your place in a bit?”

Looking into her eyes, he saw the lust in her eyes and said, “My bed is always open for you. And for your information Mace, if you knew how to use your fuck stick, her pussy would not be an ice cycle”

After Robert left, she warned Mace, “I will not hesitate to use those pictures if you do not give me everything I ask for in the divorce. Is that understood?”

By this time, Mace had gotten his pants on and thrown the woman he had been fucking the cover Hope had ripped off the bed earlier.

“You won’t get away with this Hope,” he told her “because he is not a real photographer and he is not fucking you. He is just one of your sister’s weekly cocks.”

“Think what you want Mace,” Hope said as she packed an overnight bag. “Be out of my house by tomorrow afternoon. In addition, you can have the bed Mace. Slut, you are welcome to him,” as she put on a pair of flats, grabbed her bag and walked out.

On the way to her car she texted her sister and told her she had left Mace and would give her the details tomorrow – and she was fucking the photographer. When she pulled in behind Robert’s studio, he was waiting on the landing for her. He came down the stairs and embraced her as soon as she got out of the car. He grabbed her overnight bag and they walked up the stairs together.

Once the door was closed Robert pulled her into his arms for a deep, tongue fucking kiss, his hands removing the same clothes he had only hours earlier. He quickly got undressed, picked her up in his arms, and carried her to bed. As he went to lay her on the bed, Hope pulled him down on top her, her legs wrapping around his waist. Robert guided his cock into her and began to fuck her hard and deep, all thoughts of foreplay forgotten.

Robert leaned down and bit her nipple gently, then sucked it into his mouth, pulling hard on it. He did the same to the other one, alternating between the two until Hope was panting hard and squealing in pleasure. Grabbing her ass cheeks, he squeezed hard as he raised her up to have more room to ram his cock in her pussy. Her inner muscles gripped his cock like a vise grip, almost to the point of being painful. Hope was digging her heels into his arse cheeks as her body started to twitch, her pussy going into spasms as her entire core exploded causing her to scream as she flooded his cock with her juices; so much it dripped from her pussy to the bed. Robert gave two more hard thrusts with his cock and he shot deep into her willing pussy as he too gave off a primal scream.

“Fuck,” Hope said breathlessly as he slid out of her and rolled over to lie beside her.

“Give me about ten minutes and we will…again,” he whispered in her ear

Hope started to laugh and said, “I am going to need that long to recover too.”

Facing each other, they began to kiss, his hand playing with her nipple, pinching and squeezing.

“I just want to say thank you Robert for not asking questions but just coming to my aid and taking pictures.”

“It was my pleasure to help out a damsel in distress.” Robert said as he moved down to suck hard on her nipples, his fingers dipping into your wet pussy. “Later, after I fuck your ass, I will develop them and you chose the ones you want for your divorce battle.”

“Fuck my ass? You are not going to put that big thing up my ass. It would not fit.”

“Oh it will fit.” Robert assured her, “and with a vibrator in your pussy. Pleasures like no other. I may even spank you while I fuck you.”

In spite being a bit apprehensive about having his big seven-inch cock up her ass, Hope felt a twitch in her pussy. He slowly began to finger fuck her, causing her to moan when his finger found her clit.

“You are mine to fuck as I wish and what hole I wish,” he said softly, “You will submit to me, no questions asked or be punished.”

Although Hope had just left a marriage where her husband had dictated how she dressed and acted in public he had never made any sexual demands on her. In fact, their sexual life was virtually non-existent and when it did happen, it was for his pleasure and not hers.

“Hope, did I say something wrong?” Robert asked breaking into her thoughts, “I am sorry, I did not mean to reveal that side of me to you so soon.

Looking at him with a puzzled look, Hope asked innocently, “What side Robert? I don’t understand?”

“I am a Dom,” he told her as if that explained everything. When he realized that she really did not know what he was talking about Robert quickly explained it to her. “I am a Dominant, and my female is a submissive, doing as I asked with no questions. I am what is called a soft Dom so nothing hard-core. I know we just met but there is a connection between us. So Hope, will you be my submissive?”

“I don’t know how,” she whispered

“I will teach you.” Robert offered kissing her neck. “Just think about it. You do not need to give me an answer right now but I would like to mark you as mine for now, as he sucked her neck leaving a hickey.

Before she could phantom a reply there came a banging on this apartment door, and a female voice yell, “Sis I know you are in there! You cannot leave me a text as you did and expect me to wait to you get back to me. I want to meet the man that has unfrozen my sister’s pussy and got her to leave Mace.”

“Shit, it’s my sister Faith,” as she went out to the living room to get her overnight bag, grabbing his jeans on the way back.

“I will answer it and you get dressed,” he told her as he put on his jeans she had tossed him.

On the way to the door, he picked up any pieces of clothes of Hope’s he saw and stuffed them under the couch cushion.

“Hold on, I am coming,” he hollered as he unlocked the door, blocking her from coming in. “If you are here to give Hope shit you can just turn your ass around and leave.”

Eyeing him up and down Faith said, “I can see why she chose you over Mace. Your junk is peeking through the zipper.”

It was then Robert realized that in his haste to answer the door that he had forgotten to zip his jeans and the head of his cock was sticking out. He quickly adjusted himself and zipped the fly.

“You just seen the head but not the whole monster,” he said sarcastically, “but will be glad to show you.”

Before Faith could comment, Hope walked into the living room. “Faith, I told you I would text you later.”

Faith came over and hugged her sister, “I know, but I was dying of curiosity so I took a chance you would be here since you never said you were coming to my house.”

“Ladies, help yourself to water, cola, or beer. I will be down in the studio.” Robert said as he grabbed a tee shirt from the chair where it had landed when he had hastily undressed earlier.

“Now sis, what in the world made you leave Mace? He is up for judgeship as you were fond of reminding me. That was a prestigious position. I will admit I never liked Mace and wanted you to leave him but to leave him for a photographer. I am sure you could have had him as a side dish. I would have covered for you.”

Breaking into her sister’s ramblings Hope stated, “Mace made the decision for me to leave when he decided to fuck some blonde slut in our bed.”

Faith’s mouth dropped open as she stared at Hope, “You caught him?”

“Yes, after I got home. Forgot I had yoga this evening but he did not so he thought I would not be home until later.”

Looking at her sisters flushed face Faith laughed and said, “You forgot because you had just fucked the photographer, didn’t you? You were trying to get home before Mace and your brain was so fucked you forgot yoga. Thank goodness he fucked you silly or you would not have caught the bastard. I need to shake his hand. I told you Mace was fucking around on you.”

“Faith you are incorrigible,” Hope laughed. “I had my suspicions last night when I smelled a strange perfume and then whispering another woman’s name when he fucked me last night.”

“But how did you land up back here? Her sister asked, “How did he get involved? I mean you had just fucked him.”

“Two words,” Hope began, “blackmail pictures.”

“Well, damn my sister does have a backbone. That is a smart decision but don’t jump from the frying pan into the fire sis.”

“I am not. “ Hope reassured Faith. “But I need what Robert is offering me now – pure unadulterated mind-blowing sex that I have been denied for ten years.”

Faith smiled, hugged her sister, and left, knowing she was safe.

When Robert saw her car leave, he went back upstairs and saw Hope sitting on the couch, naked. Standing up, she said, “Fuck me sir.”