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The doorbell to my new apartment rung. I stepped away from my bathroom mirror and my preparations for dinner with Ally and went to the door to get it. My mouth curled in a grin as I thought about the much-needed comfort I got from times with her. The last 48 hours since making Jessica and Austin re-enact their crimes went nothing like I expected or hoped. It seemed I tossed myself from the frying pan to the fire.
A painful stab shot through my chest as I opened the door. Jessica stood on my front step. Black leather straps came up from her heels and wrapped around her ankles in a sinuous crisscross pattern. The skin on her smooth, toned legs gave a luminescent glow. A tiny purse rested on her hip, hanging from thin straps that lay across her fit, narrow torso. Her black dress stopped at the top of her thighs and wrapped her like a glove. It scooped at the neck, revealing the soft curvature of her breasts. Her hair shimmered and flowed around her shoulders, and her eyes dripped with sex from beneath smoky eyeshadow and long, black lashes.
My palms grew warm on the door handle as I tried to catch my breath and at least appear calm.
“You’re late,” I said.
She stepped through the doorway and traced a fingertip across my chest as she passed.
“I wanted to look nice for you, Mr. Stroker.”
“Jessica, I don’t have a lot of time. I’m getting ready for a dinner date.”
She cut her eyes back at me, her mouth forming a wry smile.
“Ooo, Ronnie has a date.”
Her hips swayed as she stepped into the small living room of my apartment, moving like a serpent.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but yes, I do.”
My mouth watered as my eyes moved from her flowing hair down her curves to her taut calves.
“The papers are on the table.”
She kept her legs straight as she bent at the waist over the coffee table, arching her back to push her ass out. The purse landed on the table, and her dress slid up her hips so that her cheeks peeked out and...
“Oh my, God, Jessica.”
Her bare pussy lips hid in the shadow underneath the dress, but I could see them. She picked up the papers and placed the tip of the pen up to her mouth, against her lips.
“You know, Ron, I’ve been thinking...”
As she stood back up, she pressed her lips open with the pen and cast a sultry glance in my direction. My heart pounded, and my briefs pulled tight from the stirring inside them.
“I realize signing these papers would make our divorce official, but I don’t think you really want that.”
I swallowed hard and struggled to push out the words.
“Oh, trust me, I do.”
She kept the pen, dropped the papers, and moved over to the love seat in front of the window.
“You’d go back to your roots and the safety of those boring, well-behaved women, hmm?”
She bent over the couch, placing a hand on the back of it. The dress slid further up her ass cheeks, and her pussy now emerged from the shadows. The light from my apartment reflected off glistening moisture that lined her lips.
“You really want to walk away from this naughty pussy?”
Ron, don’t let her do this to you.
“Jessica, just sign the damn papers.”
“Look at it, Ron. Think about your evil wife doing naughty things with it behind your back.”
With the pen, she traced the inside of her thigh and moved it up to her labia. She used it to spread the wetness of her pussy over her lips so they glimmered.
“By the way, Ronnie, I got a new job, so I don’t need your money anymore.”
She purred a devilish chuckle as she continued stroking her pussy lips with the tip of the pen.
“But I still have use for you. Just think about me putting this hateful cunt in your sweet little face and confessing my crimes. Do you really want to miss out on that?”
The bulge in my pants now ached and throbbed, and my chest tightened and tingled with electricity.
Dammit, Ron, fight back.
Her fingertips pulled at the backs of the couch cushions as she stood up. She swiveled on her toes and turned towards me. Her eyes fell to my crotch.
“Ron, your little cock says it needs this naughty pussy. And look at you. You’re sweating.”
Fuck.
She walked over to me, put her hand on my crotch, and stroked the outside of my pants.
“You know you’ll never be able to break free from my spell, Ron. You’ll always want to come back to the fire that burns you.”
My jaw clenched, and my fingertips pressed hard into my thighs. She had me, and she knew it, too, judging from the grin on her face. She tucked the pen under the seam of my briefs, turned away, and walked back to the coffee table.
“But Ron, it’s no fun being naughty with this pussy if I’m not married to you. To be evil like this pussy wants to be, it needs a devoted, pathetic husband to betray.”
The sound of her soft voice caused a tickle in the back of my neck.
“I like being a cheater. You know, like you carved in my hood?”
She winked at me and chuckled as she picked up the papers and her purse.
“It was a nice touch, Ron. I even kept it for a few days before having it fixed. To thank you, I brought you a present.”
She reached into her purse as she walked towards the door and pulled out a small bottle of Pepcid. I rolled my eyes as I took it.
“As for these papers, I’ll hold on to them and let you think long... well...”
She looked down at my crotch.
“...short and hard about this decision. You can come back to your dark queen, and maybe I’ll tear them up and let you be the sacrificial servant you secretly want to be on the altar of this wicked cunt.”
She brushed her right hip against my crotch as she opened the door, sending electric waves from my crotch up through my chest. As she stepped out, she spoke one last shard into my soul.
“Or I can sign your damn papers and let you crawl back to your church ladies.”
She pulled the door closed. I fell back against the wall, and tears streamed down my face. My cock pulsed for its sinister goddess, beckoning me to surrender the fight and return to her temple.
I can’t. I can’t go back.
My alarm chimed.
“Shit, I’ve got to finish getting ready!”
