Chapter 2 In denial

Deep in my thoughts, I was brought back by Jay who was calling my name. All my thinking ceased as I shifted my attention to him. "Have you seen my vests?, I can't find them anywhere" , he said. "let me go and check in the laundry room" , I said as I stood up. He followed me to the laundry room and I handed him his vests. What I did not expect him to do was to change right in front of me. As he took of the shirt he was wearing, I felt a sudden heat wave all over my body. I tried to look away but failed. Boy, did I not imagine all the possible positions we could invent together- yes i did.

"You shouldn't be looking at me like that, your husband is my father" , he said as he smirked and left. Then it hit me- I was fantasizing about my husband's son. "What has my life become", I asked myself. Only the heavens and earth knows that had he made a move on me, I would not have been able to resist. Ever since Paul was diagnosed with erectile dysfunction 3 years ago, I had been celibate, and the moment Jay moved in 6 months ago, my blood began to boil. I tried to fight it but I couldn't. He was just so pleasing to the eye, nothing like his father. He is tall with slightly dark skin and I could go on and on about his appearance but to cut the story short, he is the precise definition of "GOD, that boy is fiiiine". GOD did not shorten him in any department, especially not his D. I've seen the prints through his sweatpants several times.

One evening as Paul was working late, I went to Jay's room to call him for dinner. I knocked on his door and called his name but there was no answer so I decided to let myself in. As I walked in, I did not see him anywhere so I called out his name again but still, no answer. As I turned to leave, he walked out of his bathroom in nothing but is briefs, his tight briefs, while he had his headphones on. I could see everything. He didn't exactly have hard rock abs. He was just fit, fit in a way that u was unable to stop staring. From his jawline to his biceps to his torso to his D down to his legs. O didn't even know where to focus my gaze on. I noticed he was mouthing out words and I couldn't have cared less to listen to what he was saying. Then he stopped talking and looked at me like I always dreamt he would. He smirked and started to walk towards me . He walked past me and locked the door behind me . He then walked up behind me, put his hand on my shoulders and started kissing the side of my neck as I bent my head to give him way. He then unclasped my strapless bra from under my shirt and took it off. He tucked his hands underneath my shirt, reached for my breast and started massaging them gently. He continues for a few seconds then he stands in front of me and he looks at me, hinting that he wants more . I looked at him and said "I don't think we should". I regretted saying those words as soon as they left my mouth. The whole universe knows how badly I want this., more than anything. I've been longing for this . "Then tell me to stop", he replied. I failed to say anything, giving him the greenlight. He proceeded to kiss me and before I knew it, I found myself in a very vulnerable position, not just physically but mentally and emotionally. Had he asked me to sign my soul over to the devil, I would that done so with immediate effect, no questions asked. My legs wrapped around his waist and my back arched on his bed as he took care of me. I had been celibate for so long it felt like I had never done this before- well to be fair I had never enjoyed this before. I could tell by the way he was handling me he had advanced experience in how to take care of a woman, I mean he is five years older than me. It was perfect, all of it. From the power of his thrusts to his pace to his ....to cut the long story short, everything was perfect