A Secret Affair

by Mg

Both upset with their marriage, Serena and Darien decide to have a secret affair.

3. Chapter Two

Serena numbly undressed herself in the closet as her husband entered their bedroom.

"Why are you so silent?" He asked her as he readied himself for bed as well.

"Why should I speak, I have nothing to say." She replied.

"I told you I was sorry...I'll make up for it." He replied nonchalantly. "I don't see why this bothers you so much."

"You can't SEE why this Bothers me so much?" She practically yelled while as she reentered their bedroom with her nightgown on. "I don't know what concerns me more, the fact that you did what you did, or the fact that you do not see why it bothers me!" She screamed as she sat in front of her vanity mirror and picked up her brush to brush through her hair.

"Serena!" He yelled. "We have all year to make up for one day of lost time...god, when the fuck did you get so picky and attached."

"Jedite!" She yelled as she turned around and threw her brush at him, which he dodged easily. "I can't believe you are so stupid to not see this as important! How many times have you scheduled for us to spend time together and then you brake it off with promises of a nice Long vacation!" She continued. "And I easily stand by your side, but this time you have done it! You...you...you incompetent fucking jerk!" She cried. "I can't believe that you have the gall to tell your friends that you can make it to a getaway weekend when we had plans for our wedding anniversary!"

"Usa!" He yelled.

"Don't call me that!" She cried back at them as she arose from her seat and approached the bed.

"We got married a long time ago, there's no reason why we can't celebrate our love any damn day we fucking please." He yelled as he picked up a champagne bottle that was in an ice bucket nearby and poured a little into the two glasses that lie on the table. "Now" He began as he calmed down a little. "There's a perfectly good champagne of a very good year and a nice warm bed awaiting us...no reason to waste it."

"Don't you get it?" She screamed as she approached the table where he had settled down the bottle of champagne. "I'm fucking mad at you!" She screamed, tears running down her face.

"Why can't you for once try to play the part of the understanding wife?" He said in anger.

"I'm sick and tired of playing your fuckin' understanding wife!" She screamed as she picked up the champagne bottle and sent it hurdling across the room and against the wall where it broke into a million pieces. "Get the hell out!"

"I am not going to sit here and listen to this shit! I'm leaving!" He screamed out as he hurriedly picked up the clothing that he had just discarded and left, slamming the door behind him. A few minutes later he opened the door once more. "Oh and by the way, in case you want to still spend our anniversary where we planned, go right on ahead cause I couldn't cancel the reservation! But be sure of one thing, you won't be spending it with me cause I promised my friends that I'd be there and I'm going!" He yelled before slamming their bedroom door with finality.

She collapsed to the floor and cried.

"Name?"

"Serena Usagi Winthrop." She replied softly.

"Sign here." Shesilently took the pen and signed her name in the correct spot. "Room 754, Royal Deluxe Suite, seventh floor." The woman replied. "The bellhop will be up in a moment with your bags."

"Thank-you."

Serena casually walked into her room at the Waldof Austoria that she noted was two times the size of their pent house apartment. One thing she could say in her husband's favor, he sure knew how to go out in style.

No, I refuse to think about him right now...I'm going to enjoy my vacation...even if we were supposed to be...no! She thought to herself. I will enjoy my weekend without him. She finished all coherent thought as she walked over to the table and picked the champagne bottle out of the ice bucket. She carefully filled both glasses that were on the tray and then placed it back down before lifting one of the glasses to her lips; idly, she glanced around at her surroundings.

The room she was currently in was the living room, which was adjacent to the kitchen. The kitchen was well furnished with a fridge, a stove, and dishware. Over the counter and into the living room lie a hard oak table with a glass figurine intertwined with roses for a centerpiece. The living room had a large electronically controlled fireplace that was a part of the wall with a screen over it. The couches in the room were light cream leather loveseats with reclining loveseats. There was an elegant table in the midst of the chairs with a clear glass medium sized figurine of turtledoves chasing each other around a huge heart. On the wall adjacent to the living room and on the right there was a huge built in sound system with a 20 CD disc changer, a radio, and four tape decks. On the wall next to the sound system there was a built in shelf with a rather large collection of romantic CD's that the hotel provided behind a glass door. She glanced towards the bedroom that she would sleep in alone and her heart ached. Why do we have to argue all the time behind closed doors? We could be spending the weekend in this huge beautiful bedroom with no interruptions, just like we used to.

The bedroom was rather large room that was elegant and well dressed. It consisted of a king sized four-pedestal bed with four white steps leading up to it on all sides and a sheer curtain all around. The bed's dressing had a white goose down bedspread and six goose down pillows of various sizes. To the left of the bed and behind a pair of tall ivory curtains there were two huge glass French doors encased in light brown mahogany wood with golden handles. The doors led to a huge balcony with a white marble floor and mahogany railing. Inside the room there were candelabras all around on the walls and speakers that were no doubt connected to the radio in the living room. On the wall opposite the bed and a little to the left there was another fireplace that was built into the wall, and encased in white marble to match the bedroom setting.

She downed the rest of the champagne from her glass, picked up the other full glass and champagne bottle, and headed towards the bedroom. She placed the bottle and the glass down and quickly discarded all of her clothing, throwing them on the bed and pinned up her hair. She then picked up the already filled glass and the bottle and headed towards the bathroom. Placing them down on a small table near the huge tub in the center of the room and then turning on the water, she wandered away as she looked around the room for something to add to the bath. After eyeing a tray near the sink, she walked over and picked up several bath salts and oil bubbles, walked back to the tub, and dropped them in the bath. When the tub was filled, she slowly stepped in, allowing herself to get used to the heat. When she was finally settled in she relaxed her head back and reached for the glass of champagne and began to down it. She lazily lifted her feet up to lie on the side of the tub as her body drifted slightly underneath the water. Finally, relaxation. After all, isn't this what she had finally decided to come here for? The idea of getting away for some nice solitary confinement seemed much more promising before, but now it just seemed like one depressing pity trip.

He sighed as he deeply regretted arguing with her. What had happened to them? They used to be so in love and now it seemed as if they argued all the time. Damn it all to hell! He should have taken her instead of leaving in a frenzy, cause now he was restless; he had to admit, she was looking damn well sexy last night. But she had infuriated him beyond belief. But perhaps she was right; even if she was...it was way too late for that now. He had already left her there, and now here he was checking in at the Waldof Austoria hotel, hoping that perhaps he could get some time to himself to think. He really should be here with her; he vaguely heard the sound of the woman at the desk speaking to him.

"Excuse me sir...sir." The woman called.

"I'm sorry yes?" He asked the woman.

"The bellhop will bring your bags up shortly." She said to him.

"Oh, thank-you...where's the bar?"

Serena looked at the dress she had bought in a rage when she was at one of the Hotel Shops. She was thinking of him when she bought it and how much it would anger him to see her in something so revealing, especially when he wasn't there to show her off or claim her as his own.

Hmph! She thought. Well, screw him! She was going to wear this dress, and then she was going to flaunt to him all about how she had worn it when she got home.

With care she slid the white sleeveless dress over her body. It had a very low cut breast line that showed much cleavage and a long slit up the side that came up to mid thigh. With a dignified smile she zipped up the back of her dress and flung her hair over her shoulder. With one last glance, she looked at the mirror and then at her fingers, which adorned her diamond wedding ring. She slid it off and placed it on the table with pride. That'll show him! She thought as she headed out the door, purse in hand. Perhaps I drank too much; I'm already feeling a little tipsy.

Who am I kidding? She thought as she sat down at one of the tables in the downstairs restaurants sulking. I had wanted him to touch me, but I kicked him out! But I had to; I have my self-esteem to think about after all. But I miss his touch so much. She watched as the waiter came to her table to take her order.

"What'll it be Madame?" He asked her politely.

"Give me your finest wine...and charge it to room 754." She told him.

"Yes ma'am." He replied as if taking an order from a commanding officer and left her at the table alone once more. He came back a few minutes later with a bottle and filled her glass. She merely watched as he began to pour before she spoke once more.

"Garcon?" She asked him.

"Yes Madame?" He replied as he finished pouring her glass.

"I don't ever want to see this glass empty, understand?" She asked him.

"Yes ma'am." He replied.

"Here's a little something to help you to live up to your part." She fished through her purse and handed him a 50-dollar bill.

"Yes ma'am." He replied more dignified with a smile of shock on his face. She watched as he left her table, but yet didn't stray to far. She mindlessly brought the drink to her lips, the music in the background floating through her senses. If anything, she was going to drink away her sorrows. She downed the drink quickly, the waiter already at her side pouring her another glass. She felt slightly lightheaded but paid no attention to it as the words to the music caressed her ears.

If you stay darling,

You'll make me oh surprised

To the world I'll climb, oh how I love you

Honey I love You, I really love you.

Please stay darling

And I'll never let you down.

Just say you'll stay

She finished downing one glass and was poured another immediately when she suddenly had this weird feeling. She looked around the room feeling suddenly so alone and was surprised when she saw him; her eyes began to well up with tears. She tried to rub away the blurriness with no avail. He was sitting at the bar; apparently doing what she had been doing all along.

Honey you love me

So darling stay

There'll be times, when I may faint

And I need your love, to sometimes care for me

She didn't know whether she should just sit there or go to him. After a while she decided that sitting here watching him would do her no good so she slowly got up from her seat and walked over.

Bitter days may be

But just a kiss from you will make them sweet.

Without warning she turned him around, placed her arms around his neck, and kissed him, shocking him out of his senses a bit, but for only a moment when he began to respond, his tongue mingling like wildfires with her own. She released him and looked into his eyes, placing that dizzy feeling she had gotten from the drinks in the back of her head.

Stay, stay, stay

Just a kiss from you, will make them sweet.

Honey I love you

I love you, stay

I love you, stay

I love you, stay

"What are you doing here?" He asked out of breath when she had finally released him.

"I-I don't know...I-I was just trying to go somewhere to be alone and think and I-I..."

"I know me too." He replied back softly. "I'm sorry I yelled." He quickly replied.

"I am too." She replied quickly. "Let's never fight again."

"Never again." He replied sincerely while looking at her with interest. They looked into each other's souls seeing the hurt before he finally spoke once more. "Let's dance." He told her. She smiled and allowed him to lead her to the dance floor.

I love you, stay

Don't you know baby?

I love you, stay

I love you, stay

I love you, stay

I love you, stay

Stay, I love you

I love you, stay

I love you, stay

Baby, oh baby.

I love you, stay

Baby, stay

I love you, stay

I love you, stay

Don't you know baby?

Don't you know baby?

Stay.

I love you, stay

I love you, stay

I love you, stay

They danced in each other's arms as the song came to an end. Suddenly a new song began to be played to a new tempo that awakened the slumber lain passion within.

I've been feeling tried baby

Trying to hold back this feeling for so long

And if you feel, like I do baby

Come on, oh come on.

Let's get it on

Let's get it on

Let's love baby

Let's get it on, sugar

Let's get it on

She looked up to him with slitted eyes, and she knew at once that he was feeling the same way she had been. With a fierce overwhelming passion, she leaned up to him while at the same time bringing his lips down to her own and kissed him. Their tongues mingled, as he could taste the flavor of wine on her lips.

"Come with me." She said to him seductively. He followed her to her table where she picked up her purse, grasped something from within, and then handed it to him and closed his palm around it. "Here's a spare key to our bedroom...wait ten minutes then come up." She said huskily before leaving him there in a trance. He watched the sultry in her movements as she disappeared into one of the hotel elevators.

He didn't waste any time as ten minutes later found him at the door to the room. Oh how he wanted her! He hesitantly opened the door to the room with the key. When he finally managed to get it to open, she met him in the foyer. Apparently, after realizing that he had trouble opening the door, she came to help him...in nothing but a silk robe that was already falling off her shoulders to reveal much of her bosoms. He quickly shut the door and locked it behind him, shutting the outside world out from their confinement as well. He began to call out her name in apologies but she silenced him.

"Tonight, we forget about all of our problems...put everything behind us...even our names." She finished huskily. He looked into her eyes for just seconds before his need took over. He began placing frantic yet passionate kisses all over her chest area and she plunged her fingers in his hair, pushing his lips further into her chest and eager for a joining with him needing no preliminaries. With one swift motion he hoisted her body up, placing her on the small oak desk that lie in the foyer by the wall and near the door. He surprised her by quickly zipping open his pants and pulling something out of his pocket. A condom. Even in a heat of passion he still wouldn't leave it up to chance that she might get pregnant. She hated him for it, but decided in the end that she would have to place her opinions aside for later as she could feel the swift motion of his hot branding sheathed iron moving inside her, his lips fastened to her breast. He thrusted into her repeatedly, forcing her to arch her body against the wall as she clasped her legs tightly around him, allowing him to take her on this passionate ride. Her hands tore at his shirt, almost ripping it apart so that she could feel his skin. She pushed back his shirt so that it was halfway off his body, being that his hands were fastened around her waist she couldn't rid him off it completely. She whimpered at the beauty of him filling her, and she began to realize that he couldn't possibly be having an affair. The passion he was showing her was too wild, and untamed for him to have been bedding another woman. They came together in a blinding release, and he laid his head on her chest as he attempted to catch his breath.

After a few moments he pulled himself from within her and discarded the condom, dropping it on the floor. He pressed his lips against her own for a soul-searing kiss, but felt immediately empty as she slipped away from him. He discarded himself of the rest of his clothing, preferring to walk around naked as he watched her move towards an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne in it that sat on top of a small table right next to the couch. He still wanted her, and it was very evident where his hips met his groin that this was so. He watched as she poured them both a glass and then walked up to her, removing the robe that created a boundary between them. Tonight, she would be his throughout, and he wanted to always have access. He looked around the room and headed to the bathroom after placing a light butterfly kiss on her shoulder. He came back a few moments later with string of condoms that he had found in a compartment that contained supplies. She turned around with two glasses in her hand just as he lay the pack down on the couch. She handed him one and quickly downed the other as he led her over to the couch with his glass in hand. He placed his drink on the table next to them and then rolled another condom on, beckoning her to him at the same time. She came to him seductively and clasped her hands in his outstretched ones while crawling onto the couch to straddle him. He released her hands and lay back as his own found their way to her waist, impaling her on his groaning member. Both of them moaned with the feeling of being joined once more.

She was surprised when he took his glass off of the table and poured the cool liquid all down the front of her body. His lips immediately found their way to her breast once more to suckle her as he began a rhythm within her, choosing to take things slower the second time around as he slid her body up and down upon him. She clasped her fingers tightly around the skin of his back, her nails digging into his skin, her lips pressed against his temple. Over and over they thrusted, and over and over she moaned. A few moments later she came once again and he held her tightly as she shuttered, her juices flowing out and over their joining. He only gave her a few moments of recuperation before he leaned back and began ramming his sheath into her tightened channel, opening the way for his entrance once more. She let out a half whimper; half moan as he continued to drive into her with a force mixed with passion that she had never believed possible. She came once more but her grip on him did wonders to his control and he came soon after. She lazily dropped her body on top of his own and placed her neck into the nook of his neck while he passed his fingers through her hair to relax her. He sighed when felt her leaving a soft trail of kisses up to his ear.

"My love, there's a lovely huge hot tub in the bathroom...won't you join me?" She asked huskily as she arose off of his chest.

"Oh, that would be heaven." He could feel his head swimming but he didn't care, he would have to take care of the after affects of his drinking tomorrow. As for now, he made the decision that he was going to take her over and over again until he was so replete that he couldn't move. He lifted her off of him and watched as she sauntered up from her saddling position above him before removing the condom and discarding it off to the side. She giggled like a schoolgirl as she staggered over to the bedroom, the champagne having bad coordination affects on her. He picked up the unused condoms before standing up and following her to the bedroom and then finally the bathroom where she leaned down and set the hot tub to the way in which she wanted it. He watched as she sauntered over to the sink and began to pin up her long hair. Man her hair had grown; he couldn't remember the last time he had passed his fingers through her silky locks. His eyes trailed down her body to her upper torso, and then down her smooth concave stomach, down to the apex between her legs, and then further to her long stems that were so eagerly wrapped around his lower waist earlier. He was brought out of his revere when he heard a beep that signaled the tub being ready. He hurriedly stepped in and then waited anxiously as she walked over slowly, her every move was sensual to him. As soon as she was in arm's distance, he reached over and pulled her in, anxious to be within her once more. He made love to her passionately again in the hot tub, delivering a series of long and hard thrust until they came together in an intense release, after which she got up and went back to the living quarters to retrieve the ice bucket, glasses, and champagne. She had only left him for a moment when he spanned his hand around her hip and to her junction, surprising her from behind and causing her to jump.

"I couldn't wait any longer." He said to her as her threw the pillow he had brought on the dining room table and then lifted her in the air in his arms and sat her on top of it.

"Here?" She questioned in a shocked yet husky manner, as her head began to swim, the affects of the champagne tickling her brain.

"Right here." He replied huskily as he began to tear open a condom wrapper. She could only watch in a shocked manner as adjusted the condom on his manhood before thrusting once more into her. She moaned loudly, but it was quickly drowned out by his kisses. He coaxed her into a lying down and she slowly complied. When she was lying down fully, the small of her back resting on the pillow, he lifted her legs up so that her feet rested on his shoulders and then slipped his hands down her legs until they reached her waist. She arched her body wildly from him and screamed as she felt him thrust so deep into her that she was certain that he had reached her womb, and yet he kept on going...moving in and out of her and a rhythmic pace. She thought she would die with the feeling of power that she felt from him as he entered her over and over again. She had never felt him reach so deeply inside her, and she knew that at this moment he was going as far as possible. She could feel his member pulsating within her as they began reaching a climax together. He thrust into her deeply once more and she immediately clamped down hard on him, screaming out and convulsing greatly. He soon followed her, her channel closing out on his member so hard that he thought that he would choke. He groaned out as he brought her legs down to his side and then lazily collapsed on top of her chest. They took great gasps of air, attempting to retake control of their breathing as she lazily combed her fingers through his hair. After a moment of silence between the two of them, she finally spoke once more.

"Let's go to bed." She said huskily and he lifted his head and smiled down at her.

"Sounds like a plan...but I don't think I'm through with you yet." He said to her with a sardonic grin.

"Well then," She began with a smile. "You can take care of me there can't you." She finished sensually. He slowly lifted himself off of her and from inside of her and then discarded of the condom. With one swift move she was in his arms as he carried her to the bedroom. When they reached the room he climbed up the stairs that led to the fore pedestal bed and then lay her on it gently. His lips met hers for a passionate kiss as his hands trailed her figure. She moaned as his fingers coaxed her legs apart and found her jewel and began to gently rub. He wedged his thigh between her legs as his lips trailed small butterfly kisses down her body sending shivers down her spine.

"In all this," He began. "I can't believe that I haven't tasted you yet." He said huskily. "I miss the taste of honey on my lips." His lips traveled down to her breast. "But I guess the taste of mounds in the predawn of the early morning compensated for my recent loss." He added. "So, so sweet." He began to suckle her, causing her to whimper and arch her body towards him, her hands gripping the sheets. He rested his weight on his left elbow and used that arm to hold her to him by the small of her back. His other hand continued to torture her innermost being with its touch as he slipped them within her; she moaned at his touch. Her head began to swim once more as she felt his lips traveling lower down her body; she brought her hands to grip his hair, pushing his head down to where she wanted it. It took all that he had not to go directly to where she wanted it; he took his time getting there, torturing her as much as possible. When he finally reached, she arched her body towards him, her mind reeling with his touch as he began to kiss her there. She cried out when he changed his tempo to that of a fast suckle and she placed her legs lightly around his head as his tongue delved within her. She came soon after, her body shaking with the intensity of the moment. After she calmed down she placed her legs down and released him. "Never had I tasted something so wonderful." He said to her. He was surprised when she flipped him onto his back.

"Your turn, my love." She said to him huskily as she straddled him and began to trail kisses up and down his chest. He groaned as he placed his hands around her waist, the feel of her soft velvet lips against his chest making him reel. She suckled his nipple, reveling in its tightness and strength. She moved lower, making him moan with anticipation of what was to come. He tangled his hand into her soft curls as she reached him there, making an effort to torture him as he had her. She placed light butterfly kisses all over the sides in between her licks causing him to groan loudly. He groaned out louder than before as she finally took him in and began to move up and down its length, while gripping her hands tightly onto his chest. In and out she took him, and he felt he would come any moment now. He gripped her hands in warning, and she understood the gesture. She released him right before he spilled his seed all over her chest. She crawled up to him lazily like a sleek cat and kissed him. He could feel her mound inching towards his manhood once more, awaiting the last fulfillment that he could give her. She let her hair down from the way in which it was pinned up before they made love in the hot tub. He reached his hand over to the pack of condoms that he placed on the side of the bed only to have her reach for his hand and stop him.

"No." She said to him. "I want to fill you in me." She ended softly.

"But what if you get pregnant?" He asked in a worried tone, not quiet the tone she was expecting.

"I don't care." She cried softly as she tore her gaze away from him. She was silent for a while before she looked back into his eyes. "Let's make a baby." She pleaded softly as she look down at his chest and away from his eye, afraid to hear his response.

"OK." He replied to her, making her snap her head quickly to look in his eyes.

"Really?" She asked incredulously. "I love you." She replied softly.

"And I you." He groaned out as he felt her impaling herself onto his still hard member.

"Ohhhhhhhh." She moaned as she felt him fill her truly for the first time that night. She wanted to cry with the intensity of this moment when they would come together in passionate bliss to create new life. They made love several more times into the night, each time she came she cried out with the feeling of his seed shooting into her like a hot liquid, searching for the eggs that lay within her womb. Each time he groaned as he released more of himself within her, the thought of planting seeds in her making him feel like he was a part of something true. It wasn't until the middle of sunset when he finally released her, dropping down to the side of the bed. He dosed off finally, bringing her into his arms and covering them both with the blanket that they had pushed down to the end of the bed.

As soon as Serena awoke she wished that she hadn't, for the pounding headache and nausea that greeted her were not the welcoming party she was accustomed to after having sex all night with the man that she loved. Despite the uncomfortable feeling that she felt that was known as the after affects of any alcoholic drink, she couldn't help by smile as she thought back to the passionate night that they had shared. She couldn't remember every little detail, the alcohol obviously working it's magic, but she knew that all in all, it was wonderful. She kept her eyes slitted as the light hurt her eyes, and her vision was already blurry. She smiled despite herself, as she slid her body from its position atop his own and then combed her fingers through his silky black strands.

Woe! Her body jolted almost immediately. Did he change his hair color? Please tell me he changed his hair color. Or better yet, tell me that I'm hallucinating and that his hair was not black. Despite her body's protest, she shot open her eyes for clarity just to stare into the eyes of an equally shocked Darien Michaels right before she fainted right on his chest.