A/N- This chapter is a bit of adult content so fair warning to everyone.  If you don't like smut I suggest you stop reading now.

Chapter 4 "Reality or Dreams"

"Chelsea, darling I'm home," Fox called out to his wife as he walked into the door of the penthouse they shared.

"I'm in the kitchen babe," Chelsea yelled back.  Fox made his way to the kitchen, his smile widening when he saw the cozy table set for two, the burgundy "breathing" in a pail filled with ice, and his wife of two humming to herself as she stirred a pot of tomato sauce on the stove.

"Something smells delicious," he murmured walking over and enfolding her in his arms.  Chelsea giggled as he pressed light, feathery kisses over her face until he reached her soft lips.  The spoon she was holding clattered to the floor when he deepened the kiss and pressed her tightly against his wildly aroused body.  Without breaking the kiss he began unbuttoning her blouse and when her full, lush breasts were bared to him he took one nipple in his mouth and suckled her gently.

 Chelsea moaned softly and Fox continued the slow torment for a few moments before continuing to explore other territory.  Slowly unbuckling her jeans, he slipped them over her slender legs and then stood back to admire her softly rounded curves.  She was absolutely perfect.  Raising his head, leaned over to press a soft kiss on her delectable mouth and was startled when her image began to fade and he was left holding nothing but air.

"Fox, Fox," Teresa whispered softly, trying to shake him awake.  Fox's screams had shaken her out of sound sleep and she had rushed into his room to see what was the matter without even bothering to slip her robe on.  Noticing the empty bottles of liquor on the floor she realized he must be wasted but before she could make another move Fox had tumbled her into bed with him.

"Chelsea," Fox murmured huskily, as he covered her mouth with his own.  Teresa's initial gasp of surprise turned into a soft moan as Fox deepened the kiss and of their own volition her eyes fluttered close and her hands tangled in his thick, blond hair.

"What's happening to me?" she wondered. She felt slightly feverish, her breasts felt achy and full, and a slow heat was unfurling in the pit of her stomach. The feel of Fox's hard body rubbing against hers was making her feel lightheaded and her hands ached with the desire to touch every glorious inch of his warm, tanned skin.

"Oh, babe you feel so good," Fox whispered, as he cupped her full breasts in his hands and slowly brought one tight, beaded nipple to his mouth.

"This is wrong," Teresa thought to herself.  "He thinks I'm Chelsea.  I've got to stop him." But her body refused to cooperate with her mind.  Fox's thorough kisses were driving her wild and her body delighted in every single caress.  Though her conscience screamed for her to put a stop to what was happening, Teresa found herself unable to do so.  Her body, dormant for so long, had a will of its own and with innocent candor, Teresa returned Fox's drugging kisses and caresses, her body feverish with desire. 

Fox's skillful hands stroked every inch of her body with practiced ease and Teresa felt herself melting into a poodle of desire as his caressing fingers slipped inside her and stroked her wet warmth.

"I should stop him.  This is wrong, so wrong.  But why does it feel so right?" a voice inside her head whispered. 

"You're so soft, so wet for me baby.  I want you so bad," he murmured as he gently slipped inside her.  Teresa felt wave after wave of pleasure wash over her as Fox gripped her bottom and buried himself inside her in one swift stroke and unable to help herself she cried out.  Fox shuddered and collapsed on top of her, spent.  A few minutes later, Teresa slipped out of the bed as quietly as she could.  Her trembling hand closed over the doorknob and she had almost escaped when she heard Fox whisper her name.

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