Deadly Sins

Chapter 3: Temptation

John's POV

I pull into the parking lot at work and walk through the parking deck to the elevators. Last night wasn't enough for me. I need more. I need the real deal. Last night only made things worse. It made me want a real woman more than ever. Masturbation is for horny teenagers who can't land a chick. I'm a grown man. I've experienced mind-boggling sex. Touching myself just isn't going to cut it anymore. I need a woman. Someone to not only share the pleasure with but someone to give me the pleasure I want and need.

I walk past Angela with our normal morning greetings. I plop down into my chair and stare at my desk. The desk that Maryse pleasured herself on just yesterday. That was the most exciting moment I've ever witnessed. Hell, it was erotic. Porn level erotic. Trish is adventurous, sure. But nothing like that. She's afraid to ask for what she wants. Maryse just does it. She doesn't even need to say anything. There's nothing sexier than a woman who knows what she wants and just takes it.

I pull out the Rook case file again and continue on my poorly executed notes. I can get Rook for arson, breaking and entering, robbery, burglary... I look up into the lobby to see Maryse talking with Angela. My heart skips a beat. She's doing it again. She's wearing practically nothing. She is 'wearing' a light blue short dress. It's humble. Her hair is straightened instead of curled. She glances my way and waves. I awkwardly return the gesture. Damn, I'm scared. I'm nervous. I feel sick. I'm gonna throw up...

"Good morning, boss." Maryse is standing in the door way once more. Fuck. Her chest is exposed as always. Her breasts look like they're going to burst those buttons on her dress. Shit. It suddenly got hot in here again. I pull at my tie-less collar trying to air myself out. My stomach leaps and bounds. I've never felt anything like this before. I'm so flustered I feel like I'm gonna vomit.

"Good morning." I force out before clearing my throat. Maybe I should have just stayed shut. My stomach churns and grumbles. Ugh.

"Is there anything you need help with?" Yes! I need you to help ease this tension in my groin. I force myself to clear my mind of the sinful thoughts. Right. Stay on track. Maryse is here to learn about being a prosecutor. She's not here for me. For me to fuck. My mouth salivates at the thought of being with her. Screwing her. I could just take her and do what I want... I control my thoughts once more. I'm married. Just thinking like this is horrible. I definitely can't act on them.

"Uh... actually. There is. Come here." I scoot my chair to one side of the desk so she can stand next to me to see my work. She walks slowly toward me. Her long legs swing gracefully underneath her fascinating frame. She comes around my desk and takes her spot next to me. "Look over this police report and tell me what you think."

She leans over and starts to read from the Rook folder. I watch her intently. She's wearing gold Playboy earrings. They limber from her ears effortlessly. Her blonde hair is so shiny and neat. She has strong cheekbones. I've always found that to bring out the beauty in a woman. Her skin is flawless and bronzed. She's definitely a woman who takes care of her skin. I let my eyes wonder down to her neck. So thin and smooth. My dick would feel so good down there. My eyes are immediately drawn to her chest. Her tits are just perfect. Round and full. I stare at the tip of her low-cut dress. I can tell that if it were just a centimeter lower her nipple would be partially displayed. I feel the familiar tug in my pants.

Maryse turns her head to face me, our faces just mere inches apart. Our eyes meet. I can feel the tension between us. It's electric. Our eyes dart between meeting and eyeing each others lips. Her buxom peach lips part slightly. I open mine in response wanting to meet hers. Right as it seems my dreams are coming true she runs her French-tipped fingers through her locks tucking it behind her ear.

"Well, for starters, this Rook guy is a psycho." I watch her lips as her accent makes every word sound racy. I nod slowly as I restrict my eyes from continuing to check her out.

"Right. What do you think we should charge him with? Remember, the more we have the better chance we stand at convicting him for something." Phew. There. I finally taught her something.

"Arson to begin with. Armed robbery. Burglary. Breaking and entering." She names one offense after another. I nod enthusiastically.

"Good. Good. What else? The big money maker. Come on. It's easy..."

"Attempted murder!" She shouts with excitement. I instinctively grin ear to ear proudly.

"Yes! Good!" I let the thrill of the moment take over. I grab Maryse in a tight congratulatory hug. I quickly realize the error of my ways and let go of her. I risk a glimpse at her reaction. She seems to be taken aback and confused. Her eyes are narrowed and her thin brows furrowed with confusion. I run my hands over my shirt nervously straightening it out. I can't stand the humiliation so I turn my back to her disconcerted at my own lack of self-control.

"I'm sorry. I..."

"Don't apologize. I don't mind." She replies with a no-problem tone. I turn to face her and her entire demeanor has changed. Seduction floods from her every move. She takes a step closer. It's burning up in here again. "You want me." She lifts her hands slowly to her chest placing them on the hem of her top. "Is this what you want?" She bites her lower lip as she arches a brow. "You want a little peek, don't you?" She asks while flickering her eyes down to her chest. Answering my prayers, she lowers her top enough for me to see her engorged nipples.

"Oh my God." I choke out as my heart leaps into my throat. She smirks in a way that makes me think she's enjoying my reaction. Good Lord, they're fucking hot. I get the urge to look at the door. What I see almost gives me a heart attack. "Jesus Christ." I rush toward Maryse and pull her top back up covering her perfect tits. I keep my chin up refusing to let the temptation corrupt me again. "The door..."

"Don't worry. No one saw." I let her words sink in. She does like this. If I didn't know any better I'd think that she was the one pursuing me. She wants me the same way I want her. She winks as she heads toward the door. She closes it making sure to turn the lock in a manner to grab my attention. "Now, where were we?" She pulls at the hem once more exposing her pink flesh to me. I can't help myself from staring. They're everything I thought they'd be. Full and perky. Her nipples are erect enjoying my eyes on them. "Touch me." She begs me. I feel faint. She wants me to grope her. Fuck... this is all I could think about since meeting her. It's tempting. As much as I would love to see where this is heading, I just can't. I shake my head no. The denial is painful for me. I've just denied her offer to take her.

"I'm married." I hold up my left hand showing her my wedding band. She shrugs in response.

"And?" She asks this like she already knows the answer. "That hasn't stopped you from eye-fucking me." Oh God. Even her cursing sounds sexy. "Apparently, the Mrs. isn't doing her job if you keep looking at me the way you do. You know I can satisfy you in ways she never dreamed of." She beams confidence as she makes her way toward me slowly. She reaches out and grabs me by the collar pulling my hands against her bare breasts. I can't believe this. My hands squeeze and revel in the feel of her soft skin. She plants soft kisses on my neck and jawline. I close my eyes and concentrate on the fleshy contact. Trish pops into my head. What am I doing? I'm married.

"I can't." I pry her hands from me and take a step back trying to put distance between myself and the vixen.

"Are you really going to deny me? Deny yourself of the pleasure you deserve?" I swallow hard at her words. It's true. I do deserve pleasure. Trish is wrong for denying me of that right. She sinks to her knees in front of me and my mind goes blank.

"What are you doing?" I vaguely ask because I already know exactly what she's up to. She looks up at me with a glint in her eyes.

"Something your wife has forgotten about."With one swift twinge of her wrist my fly is drawn down and I'm pushing against my boxers. She looks up at me as she reaches in and pulls me out. She gives me a gentle kiss on the tip as she slowly runs her hand down the length of my shaft.

I was right. My dick looks HUGE in her small hands.

"This is why I love American men. They're always so big and eager." She takes me into her mouth without any hesitation.

"Fuck..." I grit my teeth at the contact of her warm, wet cave. "I'm sure American men love you, too. Shit." I close my eyes and focus on her movements. She sucks hard as she takes me in with long deep strokes. Her mouth works it's magic as she caresses the rest of my shaft. I wrap my hand into her hair holding her head steady. I rock along with her movements forcing myself deeper down her throat. Fuck... I knew it'd feel this good down her throat.

The tension starts to build. I tighten my grip in her hair as I drive my cock down her throat. She doesn't even try to protest. She just takes it. Another advantage she has over my wife. I can feel her face smashing against my lower stomach. She reaches up massaging my balls in her finger tips. I glance down at her. The sight is something to behold. Her head bobs with each intake. Her breasts gently bouncing beneath her. I hold my breath as I let go. I pound into her one last time as I finish. I can feel my venom drip down her throat. This is the most intense feeling I've ever experienced.

"Agh..." I pant out as my orgasm subsides. I slowly pull my hand off her head only to realize that it's knotted in her hair. She untangles me from her locks and stands up wiping the edges of her mouth. I feel so weak. I lean back against my desk trying to steady myself. Maryse runs her tongue around her lips seemingly enjoying my cum. A woman who swallows and enjoys it? Now that's fucking hot.

I place my very-satisfied member back into my pants and zip them. Maryse looks to me expectantly. I open my mouth to let her know how damn good she was but I just let out an exhausted chuckle. I nod as my way of letting her know how amazing she was. I'm too tired to speak. She comes closer and attempts to kiss me on my lips. I slightly turn my head and she plants her soft kiss on my jawline. For a reason even I can't understand kissing her seems inappropriate. That would be cheating on Trish. I let her give me head but I won't kiss her. Man, my brain thinks half-assed and backwards. Like kissing her even matters now. I've already let her suck my dick. It can't get any worse than that.

"Let me get back to the case." She winks at me before taking a seat in my chair opening the Rook case file. My hormone levels return to normal as the reality of what just happened hits me. What did I just do? Panic sets in. I need to get away from Maryse. She's too tantalizing. She's been drawing me in ever since I saw her. She's bad news. She has a spell cast over me. My judgments lacks and my self-control is non-existent around her.

"I'm gonna... uh... use the restroom." I don't even wait for a response. I unlock my office door and reach the bathroom in record time. What have I done? I'm married. I splash water onto my face and look back at the cheater in the mirror before me. I'm a terrible husband. I'm a horrible person. I have no self-control. What I did is inexcusable. I've betrayed my wife. My poor wife. God, I'm such an asshole.


I pull up to the garage and turn the engine off. I have to tell Trish what I did today. Sure, she'll be pissed off but it's better than lying to her. I've already cheated on her. I can't become a liar, too. I'm so ashamed of myself. I don't know what came over me. I'm not that kind of guy. I'm faithful to my wife. I love her.

I look up at the kitchen window. The light reflects out. Trish is in there. She has no clue that I've committed adultery today. I take a deep breath as I climb out of my car. I just need to be honest and open about it. Trish... she'll understand. She'll know that I still love her. She can't hate me forever.

I drag my feet to the door taking my time opening it. I step into the living room and a sweet aroma pierces my nose. Mmmm... what is that? I drop my suitcase and step into the kitchen. Trish has her back to me as she fusses with something on the counter. "Hey." I whisper. She turns around with a half smile.

"Hey." She returns her attention back to whatever she was doing.

"What... what are you doing?" I ask as I slowly approach her. I can see a cake over her shoulder with chocolate frosting. "Is this for me?"

"Um... yeah. I wanted it to be a surprise actually." She brushes her hair out of her face with the back of her hand. She smudges a bit of chocolate across her forehead in the process. I smirk the second I see it. "I made it because well... I wanted to make amends. I know..." She pauses mid-sentence and narrows her eyes playfully. "What?"

"You have a little something..." I run my thumb across her forehead helping her out. The action is soft and slow. Our eyes meet and we both freeze as we stare into each others soul. I can see a twinkle in her hazel orbs as she looks like she's going to say something. She freezes up once more and closes her mouth. She blushes a bit as she turns her back to me returning to her cake. Awww... how much I love her when she's shy. It's adorable, really.

"Right. Um... yeah. I wanted to make this as a way of saying sorry. I haven't been the most patient person lately and I..."

"Trish, don't worry about it." I cut her off. Trish was never one to apologize first. Just this gesture in of itself is enough for me. "Look, I need to tell you something. Today I did something I'm not proud of. I..." Something dings interrupting my confession.

"Hold that thought." She grabs the oven mitts and pulls out a delicious looking lasagna. It's been ages since she made something that actually looks appetizing. "Come on. Sit down. Let's eat." I take my seat at the table feeling even more guilty for what I've done. Trish dishes out our plates then takes a seat across from me. She lights a candle in the center of the table giving our dinner a little romantic vibe. "You were saying?"

I stare back at her silently. She's in an extremely good mood. I know I'm going to ruin her day by telling her. I hesitate. I have to. It's the right thing to do. I mean, I just got a blow job. It's not like I love Maryse or even had sex with her. I was just horny. I was weak. I'm sure Trish can understand that.

"I um... I..." I grab my wine and take a long swig. Shit. It's not strong enough. I need some hard liquor to give me some courage. I'm a coward. I glance around the room nervously for a reason I can't even understand.

"Don't be shy. You know what? I have something to say, too." She folds her hands and then rests her chin on them. "I've been going through some stuff lately. Like serious stuff. And I've been just horrible to you. You don't deserve my yelling and cursing at all. And what I said the other day about sucking, well you know. That was completely uncalled for and I'm completely wrong. You know, life is too short. I don't want to spend my time fighting with you and being miserable. I want to spend the rest of my life with you in bliss. Happy. Like we used to be. I just hope you can forgive me." She takes a sip of the red wine after her speech. I'm floored. Trish is genuinely sorry for once. This is a total shock. It's not like her. I mean, especially after the last time we spoke. She stormed off and told me to go suck a dick. And here she is making me scrumptious dinner and baking me a cake.

"So, what were you going to tell me?" She flutters her long eye lashes at me as she beams with contentment. I can't possibly tell her what I did now. Not after all this effort she went through to atone things. That would just shatter everything we were just able to salvage in our deteriorating marriage. It's been falling apart for a few months now. My little infidelity would be the breaking point. The one thing that would push Trish over the edge. She'd file for divorce; no doubt about it. That's it. It's settled. What happened today between Maryse and myself is just a one time thing. One mistake that I regret making. This secret has to go with me to my grave.