A Seduction in the Dark of Night

It has been nearly three months since I spoke to Enoch. I have tried to put him out of my head since that day we made love at the spa. Nothing I have done will erase the memory of him or his touch. About a month ago I miscarried his child. I had to grieve in silence, because I knew for a fact this child belonged to Enoch and not Nathan. My heart was utterly broken.

This evening I pick up the phone to call a friend and realized that Nathan was talking to someone. I only listened for a few moments, but my suspicions were confirmed: Nathan is having an affair with a colleague. I grab my cell phone and hurry into the bathroom to hide the call from my husband. I dial the number I memorized what seems like a forever ago. "What do you want now, Willow," he says as a greeting. "I desperately need to see you," I exclaim. "Really?" was the one word response I received. "Yes. Can you meet me at the Hollow Brook Cemetery in about 30 minutes, please," I beg of him. "Yes," he says and the line goes dead.

I rush into the bedroom and remove all of my clothes. I grab an ankle-length coat and fasten it quickly. I rush down the stairs to the front door. "Where the hell are you going in the middle of the night?" Nathan demands. "Your father and I had some unsettled business and I desperately need to see him," I explain. The tears rolling down my face must have been enough to convince him that I was telling the truth, because he said nothing more as he turned and walked away.

I run all the way to the cemetery and start to pace. I am nervous at the prospect of seeing Enoch again. I wait and wait, and he doesn't appear. Enoch has never made me wait before, but this time he is over 30 minutes late. I am about to give up when I hear his sexy voice demand, "What the fuck do you want, Willow?" "I was wrong, Enoch. I never should have let you go. These past few months have been hell without you. Can we just pick you where we left off?" I ask in a pleading and desperate tone as he starts to pace. Silence is the only response I recieve. I push him towards a crypt and I try to kiss him. He pushes me back and I fall onto my ass. "I've moved onto someone far less fucking complicated," he shouts at me as starts walking away from me.

With tear rolling freely down my face I stand up and remove my jacket. I allow it to fall to the ground, and shout, "I am yours." He turns to face me, and then rushes to me. His mouth descends upon mine revealing the fact there is no one else for him. He kisses me with a passion that he has never shown me before. He pushes me up against the crypt never taking his mouth off of mine. He breaks away for a moment to remove his clothing.

He is gloriously naked in the moonlight as he lifts my legs to circle his waist. His mouth returns to mine as he pounds into with a hunger of a man who had been starving. He continues to thrust into my wet pussy while roughly clasping my breasts until I stiffen and climax.

"I'm not ready to cum," he whispers into my ear and lays me down on top of a grave. Slowly he enters me while lightly touching my breasts and kissing my neck. With each thrust his urgency increases until both of us stiffen and climax. He rolls me over and I lay my head on his chest. I open my mouth to speak, but he lightly touches my lips with one finger. "Words are unnecessary," he says.

We simply lie there listening to the breaths of the other for a long time. "You should probably head home soon, if you want to continue to keep us a secret," he says. "Please give me some time to figure out how I want to handle my marriage," I request. "Will you still see me during this time?" he questions. "I would rather die than to not see you," I say as I walk away.

A Seduction So Real

It has been a week since we laid my father in law to rest. Everyday Enoch sends me a text message and I refuse to respond to every text he sends. I am ashamed of the level that I have betrayed my husband. I can't seem to control myself around Enoch.

This morning an arrangement of gardenias arrive at the house with an invitation to a spa for a full body massage. I don't have to look to see who it's from to know that it is Enoch's way of making amends and trying to comfort me.

I arrive at the spa an hour later and the attendant ushers me into a room. She instructs me to get dressed as she turns on a CD of relaxing music.I take off my clothes and lay down chest first on the table while absorbing the music lightly playing. I hear the door open and close slowly. I feel strong hands lightly massaging my back working down towards my ass. I feel a light kiss on my ass that startles me. I jump off the table and turn to see Enoch standing before me.

"No need to be frightened, my darling. It is only me," he says. "How the fuck did you get in here?" I ask. "Please forgive me, but I needed to see you and you wouldn't respond to my messages," he informs. "Enoch, please we can't keep doing this. Nathan is going to find out and I will be ruined," I exclaim. "Willow, there's no reason that Nathan find out. We have been discreet, and I can ensure that he won't find out," he says. "Enoch, this has to end, because I can't live a life of secrets. You are like a drug to me that I can't get enough of. This will be our last time together" I finding myself uttering. "Then so be it," he says as he pulls me close to him and his mouth crashes into mine.

He continues to kiss my lips as he eases me down upon the table. "Please," I beg of him. "I want you inside of me now." With haste he removes his clothes and stands before me looking 100% aroused and ever so manly. He crawls onto the table and spreads my legs. With his first finger he inserts it into my wet pussy. "You are indeed ready for me," he exclaims as he thrusts inside of me and lowers his lips to mine. With each thrust I feel myself spiralling higher and higher until I feel the dam burst and my pussy squirts. Moments later I feel his body stiffen as he reaches his climax.

For what feels like minutes he simply holds me and lightly kisses the side of my face. "Willow, our time here is up. Are you certain that you wish to end our affair?" he instructs and questions. "Enoch, you know I don't want to end this, but it is the right thing to do, because I am a married woman," I explain. I see the hurt in his eyes as I get dressed. "I'm sorry, Enoch, I thought I could do it but I can't," I say with my back to him. I simply walk out the door without looking at the sorrow I know is in his eyes.

A Seduction in Grief

Three days ago we received word that Nathan's dad has died of a massive stroke. There was no love lost for my father in law, but I would never have wished him dead. Today is the day of the funeral. I am dressed in a simple yet elegant black dress and fuck me high heels. As the minister droans on about the accomplishments of the dead man, I hear the back door open. To my surprise as I live and breathe Enoch Claybourne is standing there in an elegant black suit and matching tie. I feel my heart begin to beat faster with each breath I take. Finally as the minister ends with a closing prayer I feel my heart beating at a normal rythym.

Nathan and I are standing at the front of the church receiving the well wishes of all the attendees. Enoch walks up and offers a hand and his condolences to Nathan. He walks away and I start to feel a panic welling up in my chest. I cannot give into the temptation which is Enoch today. I tell Nathan I am not feeling well and rush off to the restroom.

As I open the door to enter the restroom I feel a hand on my lower back urging me to go inside. "Enoch, we cannot do this here. It would be highly disrespectful and in serious poor taste," I explain to him. "Willow, since the night at the opera, I can't seem to get you out of my head," he says as he leans down and kisses me. I am completely lost with the touch of his lips to mine.

He checks the door to ensure it is locked and lifts me onto the counter. "I must take care with you, sweetness, and not muss your pretty dress." he whispers in my ear as he unfastens his pants. He moves my panties to the side as he enters me gently as his face never leaves mine. He kisses me as he moves slowly in and out of me. His hands are on my lower back as he pulls me deeper with each thrust. I feel my body tighten as my climax unleashes and I breathe his name. He pulls out his cock moments before he ejaculates.

After we are presentable he pulls me into his arms and holds me for what felt like a moment. "Baby, you need to head back before you are missed. I don't want to complicate your life anymore than I already have," he explains. I merely nod and leave the restroom.

On the limo ride home Nathan asks, "Didn't you think it was weird that Mr. Claybourne showed up for my father's funeral?" "No. I think your boss may just be a stand up guy," I say as I gaze out the window wishing it was Enoch with me and not my husband.

A Seduction in Matrimony

"Dammit," I think. I cannot get Enoch out of my head. He has introduced passion to me that I never knew existed. I have discovered that I am repulsed by Nathan's touch and he is my husband. I find myself dreaming passionate dreams about my forbidden lover.

Nathan informed me about a week ago that he has a business associate's wedding that we must attend. I am excited by the news because it has been nearly a month since I have laid eyes on Enoch and I am hoping he will be there.

Nathan and I arrive at the wedding together. He informs me that the electric blue gown that I opted to wear makes me look like a streetwalker with my tits spilling out everywhere. I knew what I was doing. I wanted to look exceptionally sexy in case Enoch was here.

I keep my eyes focused on my surroundings without being obvious about it. Enoch is nowhere in sight. I am feeling rather disappointed, when I hear a familiar voice acknowledge Nathan. It is Enoch. I feel myself turning into an eternal puddle of desire. Nathan introduces me to Enoch as if we had never met. I bite my tongue and suppress the urge to giggle. Enoch asks, "Nathan, can I steal a dance with this enchanting creature that you call wife." Nathan merely nods and Enoch leads me out to the dance floor.

"It feels great to be in your arms again, because I have been craving your touch," I inform him. "You need only call me when you feel such needs," he tells me. "I'll have to keep that in mind," I declare. His response is: "You can have me now if you desire. Go into the restroom and I'll meet you in the garden." After saying that he walks off.

I don't know what to do. My husband is here and so is my lover. I desire my lover as i do not desire my husband. I find my feet leading me into the restroom where i remove my panties as I was instructed. My feet take me out into the garden and into the arms of my lover.

He leans down and gently kisses me. As his kiss increases in urgency, the rain begins to fall. He pushes me up against the tree. My hands tremble with desire as I unfasten his pants. I free his beautiful cock and slowly caress him. "My beauty, we do not have time for all that," he makes me aware of. As he lifts me up onto his dick, my legs wrap around him. As he is pounding inside of me, he kisses my neck and caresses my ass. For a few minutes I am in heaven. I feel an urgency inside me increase and i begin to stiffen as my release comes. Immediately after I feels him stiffen and with such force he pulls out of me as his seed spills upon the ground.

Enoch places me back onto the ground and he tells me, "You cannot go back in there." "Why not?" I ask in a pleasure daze. With a crooked grin he replies, "You look freshly fucked, my dear." "What am I going to do?" I ask. "Tell your husband that you are suddenly feeling ill," he offers as he smacks my ass and walks away.

I find a waiter near the door and ask him to deliver a message to my husband about my sudden illness. I hail a cab and head home. I ponder what have I become. I have become the whore for a man who is not my husband.

A Seduction in Secret

It has been a month since I spent the evening at the theater with Enoch. Every time I think about that night I feel myself get flushed with desire. I long to feel his touch again. This very morning my husband informed me that he would be out of the office all day. Do I dare take this chance to call Enoch? He touched me in a way that my husband never does.

With trembling hands I take out the business card and dial the number. A lady answers the phone and I panic and hang up immediately. How would I explain to her the purpose of my calling? Maybe I should just go down there and take a chance of seeing him. I dress with care, because I want to see desire in his eyes again.

I walk into the office and run into one of my husband’s colleagues. “What are you doing here, Willow?” he inquires of me. “Nathan asked me to drop off some paperwork,” I lie. “He is not in the office today,” he informs me. “Why would he ask me to drop off paperwork if he’s not here?” I deviously ask of him. “He’s your husband,” he jokes with a laugh.

“Mrs. McKabe, what do I owe for this unexpected pleasure?” I hear a familiar southern drawl ask of me. “Enoch!” I exclaim breathlessly. “Come with me,” he whispers for only me to hear. I follow him through a maze of halls to an office. I am lead to an office with his name on the door. I am amazed because his title basically states that he is my husband’s boss. For reasons I’m not certain of, this fact fills me with an unexpected joy.

“What brings you into the office today, Willow?” he questions as we stand across the room from each other. “Do you want the truth or would you prefer the lie I’ve told to get in here today?” I ask of him. “Always the truth, darling,” he informs. “I lied saying that my husband needed paperwork dropped off. I knew he was out of the office, but I was hoping to see you,” I tell him. “Dearling, I have been wanting to see you since the other night, but I didn’t know how to reach you other than through your husband,” he declares. I find myself running across the office into his arms. “Kiss me,” I whisper. I feel his lips gently descend upon mine. For this moment I feel like I am in heaven.

Suddenly there’s a noise outside of the door and the door opens abruptly. We jump away from each other in a slight panic. It was his receptionist. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to interrupt,” she says. “It’s all right. Can you please see to it that I am not disturbed the rest of the afternoon?” he questions. “Absolutely,” she says as she rushes out the door. He locks the door behind her. “We will not be disturbed again, and don’t fear that Greta will tell your husband for she is discreet,” he informs me.

With my hands in his he walks backwards until he’s backed up to his desk. His right arm reaches out and grabs the back of my head and pulls me into a deep kiss. All thoughts I have, has disappeared and all I can think about is this man and this moment. I feel a desire for this man that I have never known before and may never know again. I break from the kiss and whisper, “Make love to me.” “My pleasure,” he says as he slowly undresses me.

“I love to see you, all of you,” he says as his hands graze my breasts with tenderness. He removes his shirt as I reach to unfasten his pants. I’m amazed to discover he’s not wearing any underwear under his pants.  I am more aroused now than I was before. I kneel before him gently stroking his manhood with my hands. With my tongue I lightly lick just the tip. With the tongue I further go up and down the shaft lightly. I travel down towards his balls and with my mouth I gently suck. I hear him moan with pleasure. I placed his dick into my mouth and slowly move up and down allowing my tongue to graze down the shaft. “You're killing me, woman” he says to me. I let out a sultry giggle.

 He helps me to my feet and abruptly pushes everything off the desk. He sits me on the edge of the desk and spreads my legs open. With his thumb he begins to rub my clit slowly. I hear myself moan uncontrollably. He kneels down before me. With his tongue he begins to lick that nub. He puts two fingers inside of me and begins to move in and out. I feel myself climax as I moan the name “Enoch.”

“I'm not done with you, my pet,” he tells me. He stands up and his large cock and place is just the tip inside as he strokes himself. He begins to thrust slow at first and gradually quicken up the paste until I feel I cannot keep up. I feel myself climax yet again. Darling, he says, I am not done yet. You may have climax twice but I have yet.

He stands me up and bends me over the desk. He enters me from behind. With one hand on my breast the other rubs my clit as he pounds from behind. He bites my neck as he continues to pound. I feel him stiffen as he begins to shake he calls the name, Willow. He shudders as I feel his come flowing through me and I know he has found his release.

He dresses himself and helps me get dressed. He leads me over to the couch and places me on his lap. His arms are around and he gently kiss my neck. I nonchalantly caress his chest through his shirt. “I hope that I can see you again. As for being your husband’s boss whether you see me again or not will not affect his employment here,” he declares. “I don’t care about my husband’s job and I would love to see you again,” I express to him.

I leave the office a bit later. I am on cloud nine all the way home. As I enter the garage, I realize that my husband is home. I walk into our living room and he’s on the couch with a brandy in his hand. “You’re home early,” I say to him. “The boss said that I could have an early day to come and spend time with my beautiful wife,” he lies. “That was really nice of him. Maybe one day I can meet him, and thank him for his kindness,” I counter. “That won’t be necessary,” he says with a chuckle. “Where have you been all afternoon,” he inquires. “Oh, I was just out shopping,” I lie. “I didn’t see you bring in any bags,” he points out to me. “I couldn’t find what I was looking for,” I tell him. “I’m going to head upstairs to shower and turn in for the night. All that shopping wore me out,” I say suppressing a giggle.

Once I am upstairs in the shower, I relive the magical afternoon in Enoch’s arms. I can’t wait to see him again. Maybe next time it won’t take me so long to get in touch with him.

TO BE CONTINUED…………

A Seduction to Remember

Tonight my husband and I have planned to go to the opera together, and this will be my first time attending. I feel he and I need this time together to basically save our marriage. He has been spending most of his time at the office lately. It took me months of pleading to convince my husband we should go. I look at my watch as the phone begins to ring. It is my husband informing me that he is running late and I should head there without him. He swears that he will meet me in the private box that he had reserved. I am very disappointed with the turn of events. I refuse to allow his tardiness to affect this evening.

I arrive at the theater approximately 30 minutes later. As I enter the lobby I am taken aback by the beauty and elegance of my surroundings. People are dressed elegantly in a vast array of colors. The staff is dressed in black and white and looks amazing. I am in awe of it all. I believe that I must look a little bewildered, because a teenaged usher approaches me and asks if he could be of assistance. I explain to him this is my first opera and I am uncertain of where I should go to find our place. He guides me to the box and I politely thank him for his assistance. He tells me it was his pleasure with a wicked gleam in his eyes. I suppress the sudden urge to giggle. This man thought I was sexy. I also realize that my husband has yet to arrive.

I sit down in one of the six blue chairs in the box. I am still amazed by the beauty of my surroundings. My cell phone begins to ring, which reminds me that I will need to turn it off. I look at the caller ID and realize that it is my husband. I release a frustrated sigh as I answer it. He tells me that he is unable to get away from work and that I should remain to enjoy the opera. I tell him I will as I hang up, because I refuse for him to know how upset he has made me. He didn’t even bother with apologizing for missing this big night. In my heart I know it is not his work that keeps him there. I know that he is with another woman, and I have suspected this for a while now. I feel a warm tear land on my cheek.

As I sit here wallowing in the misery of my failure of a marriage, I hear the door to the private box open. I turn in my seat and look to see who was here. In walked the most stunning man I have ever laid my eyes upon. He is tall with broad shoulders, jet black shoulder length hair, and a well trimmed goatee. For a moment all I could do is just gaze at him. He apologizes for apparently being in the wrong box. I find my voice and say to him, “It is alright. You are welcome to stay if you wish. The opera is starting in a few minutes.” “Are you all alone tonight,” he inquires with a deep southern voice. “My husband was supposed to be meeting me here, but he cancelled because he wasn’t able to leave work,” I inform him. “How could I resist a generous offer from such a beautiful woman,” he replies and my heart starts fluttering He takes the seat right next to me. I believe that my heart is beating even faster with him this close to me. “Will your date be upset that you are not with her?” I ask of him. “I came with a group of people and I will simply tell them that I received a generous offer from a sensual woman. They will completely understand,” he tells me as he barely touches my hand. I feel a blush coming over me. Apparently he noticed also, because this man had the audacity to wink at me. “I am Enoch,” he tells me. Without thinking of a cover name I reply, “My name is Willow.”

The curtain on the stage begins to lift as the lights begin to darken. I sneak a glance at my unexpected date. To my mortification I realize that he was already looking my way. I let out a slight giggle as he grins at me. For a few minutes I study him in the low light of this box. He has the most amazing blue eyes that seem to glow in this dark area. His lips are indefinable, but I seem to be mesmerized by them and can’t seem to look away. At this stage of the game I believe that I have taken complete leave of my senses. I am a married woman and this kind man agreed to stay with my so I wouldn’t be alone tonight. I should not be having lusty thoughts about Enoch. Holy crap I should not be thinking his name either. Before I realized what I was doing I leaned over and kissed him lightly on the mouth. “I am so sorry,” I blurt out once I realize what I am doing and hang my head in shame. “Apologies aren’t necessary,” he says with a husky voice. I lift my head and look in his eyes. He turns his body towards me and with his hand he caresses my cheek. His hand creeps around to the back of my neck and pulls me towards his face. For a brief moment in time we remain a mere inch apart. I can feel his breath upon my lips. I lick my lips for sheer nervousness. His hand pulls me closer and our lips touch. He kisses me lightly at first. Before I realize what is happening the kiss deepens and he thrusts his tongue in and out of my mouth. I have never been kissed with such raw passion before. I return his kiss touching his tongue with my tongue.

Suddenly my sanity returns and I realize what I am doing with a stranger. “Oh, my goodness, what are we doing? I am a married woman,” I frantically explain as I jump up to put distance between us. “Shhh,” he tells me, “You have done nothing to be ashamed of. The atmosphere creates an ambiance hard to deny.” I feel a tear streak down my cheek as I boldly look into his eyes. “I want to see all of you. I want to touch every spot on your body. I want to feel you touch every inch of my body. For the sexual feelings I have generated for you, I feel ashamed,” I say without my voice shaking. He appears to be as shocked as I am by my sudden confession and remains mute. “I am not a woman, who has ever been this bold before. Will you have me tonight? Can we have this moment? Can we pleasure each other?” I bombard him with questions. “I want you tonight,” he says as if his voice is stuck in his throat. We stand looking at each other for what feels like an eternity. Neither of us appears to know what to do next. “We should get a room,” I suddenly cry out. “Why should we do that? We have a private room right here,” he informs me as he removes his jacket and lets it fall to the floor.

Before I can let out my next breath, he is in front of me with both hands in my hair and his mouth is hungrily upon mine. My arms are around his waist trying to pull him closer to me. He guides me back to the chair and has me sitting on his lap. He continues to kiss me as his hands caress my ass thought the fabric of my dress. I reach up to his bow tie and remove it. My hands tremble with anticipation as I begin to unbutton his shirt. I begin to caress his bare chest. I hear him exhale sharply. “Do you truly want me?” I hear him ask of me. In a voice barely over a whisper I reply, “Yes.”

He gently pushes me away from him. He stands up and unzips his pants. He sits back down in the chair. I kneel before him. My hands reach for the spot where there is exposed flesh under where his zipper had been. With my hands I touch his skin and discover this handsome man isn’t wearing anything under his pants. Finally I discover what I am looking for. His manhood is long, thick, and hard. I touch the tip of him lightly with just the tips of my fingers. I want to memorize every inch of his body. I glide my fingers down the length of him, slowly caressing him. I reach the bottom of his shaft with my free hand I cup his balls. I hear him breathe in deeply. I know I have pleased him with my actions. With my caressing hand I wrap it around the girth of him and slowly stroke him up and down. Gradually I increase my pace. I lean over him and place the tip inside of my mouth. I remove the hand that was stroking him and keep the hand cupping his nuts where it is. I take in more and more of him each time I move my head down. I look up as I continue. His eyes meet mine. I can see such fierce passion in them. “My Lady, you must stop this torture,” he barks at me. I stop.

He informs me he wishes me to scoot back and lay down. I heed his request. He kneels between my legs and pushes my dress up to my hip. He uses both hands to rip off my panties. With his thumb he begins to rub my clitoris. I hear myself moan. His mouth descends upon where his thumb had been rubbing. Never have I known the pleasure of a man’s mouth on this area of my body. I feel my body stiffen as I arch my back. “Do not cum yet, my pet. There is more pleasure for you,” he says with such passion in his voice.

Enoch lies down beside me and encourages me to climb onto him with my vagina near his face and my head near his shaft. He then licks my swollen cliterous as I begin sucking on his aroused cock. With my hand I stroke with the rhythm in which I am sucking. I know I should feel ashamed, but I can’t be no matter how hard I try. This man is giving me pleasure that I have never known before and I plan to make this memory last a lifetime.

When I feel that I can’t take it anymore, he tells me to stand. As I stand I realize that my legs are a bit shaky, but not out of fear. I am excited for what will happen next. I am standing facing him with my head looking into his eyes with the hope of discovering what will happen next. I feel his hands touch my shoulders as the strap of the royal blue dress I am wearing falls to the floor. Before him I stand gloriously naked. He guides me to the edge of the balcony where I place my hands on the railing. I feel him place his swollen cock into my tight wet vagina. He thrusts in and out very slowly. With each stroke I feel I might die from erotic pleasure. I gaze across the way and discover an older man watching us. As this man watches I realize that he is rubbing on his crotch. He is enjoying the show in which we are putting on for him to see. Normally this would embarrass me, but not tonight. Tonight it makes me feel more brazen. Enoch turns me around to face him and sits me on the ledge and enters me. He thrusts as I grab the back of his pants. With each thrust I pull him in deeper and deeper. His hands are on my ass also. He’s pushing himself deeper and deeper with each thrust. Enoch lifts me off of the ledge and continues to thrust inside of me. I place my arms around his back under his shirt. I dig my freshly manicured nails into his back. I hear myself moan his name. Who is this woman in which I am tonight? I am wild with passion for a man I have just met.

As he sits in the chair with himself still inside of me he says, “Willow, your pussy feels so great around my dick.” I move up and down on his shaft as I play with his nipples. With each thrust I pinch harder and harder on his nipples. He becomes overcome with passion and flexes his hips to meet my thrusts. With his hands he lifts my ass faster and faster on his cock. I feel myself reaching the point I cannot hold my passion in any longer. As I feel a gush of fluid come out of my throbbing pussy, I feel him start to shake and he moans, “Oh Willow.”

For a few minutes we sit intertwined in each other. I am reflecting the events of tonight and how wonderful it has been. I know I should feel ashamed, but I am unable to muster the shame. He reaches down to pick up my dress from the floor with me remaining on his lap. He places it over my head. Gradually the lights come back on and I realize that the show has ended. I missed the entire thing. I feel myself giggling inside. “We should get up and look presentable,” he informs me. I notice him reach down and pick up my torn panties. He places them in his pocket.

“Willow, I really enjoyed tonight and I hope that I can see you again,” Enoch says to me. “I really would like to see you again. Tonight was simply amazing and you are a wonderful lover,” I blurt out without thinking. He reaches into his wallet and pulls out a business card. He hands it to me and says “My number is on this card and you can call me day or night when you are ready to see me again.” He kisses me on the cheek and walks out of the door. I look down at the card in my hand. I gasp. This man works for the same company my husband does. Do I dare see him again or should this be a one time thing? I pick up my stuff when I realize that I dropped my phone on the floor. I look at the screen and realize that when I originally dropped it the camera had switched on. It would appear that I have videoed tonight’s entire event. I replay a bit of the video and I feel passion reigniting inside of me again. I realize now that I have to see Enoch again.

I arrive home about 30 minutes later. I discover that my husband has beaten me home. I know I should feel dread at the prospect of facing him, but I can’t. I feel like I am walking on air. “Darling, how was the opera?” he ask of me as I entered the room. “It was simply amazing,” I declare. “I’m heading to bed. I see myself going out a bit more in the future,” I say as I walk out of the room.

TO BE CONTINUED……