It's a week later, and both Abby and Lester are in bed with their respective partners, wishing they were elsewhere

Abby awoke and blinked, adjusting her eyes to the dim light and straining to see the clock at the side of the bed. It was just after 4am. Connor had slid into bed beside her only a couple of hours ago and nuzzled at her neck. He whispered that he missed her slid his hand under the vest she slept in and ghosted his hand over her breast. Abby grunted and rolled over so that her back was to him. He took the hint and rolled over too.

Things were getting increasingly worse between them. In the last week, Connor had only actually been home three nights – and even then, like tonight, it was well after Abby had gone to bed. Part of her wondered if the reason he wasn't coming home was because he was sleeping with someone else – April perhaps? But when he got into bed next to her, he simply smelt of sweat and too much coffee, not the cheap perfume that scheming bitch wore. It was a ridiculous thought – it had taken Connor the best part of three years to finally pluck up the courage to cross over the line with her, there was no way he'd do it with someone he'd met barely five minutes ago. Besides, Connor was loyal, faithful... unlike her.

She had felt some guilt initially; having sex with Lester had been one thing and she could have dismissed it as a one night stand, a moment of weakness or blamed it on simply getting back at Connor for his neglect since they'd returned from the Creataceous... but she hadn't realised just how amazing it would be and how much she would crave more. Lester had given her something that was missing from her relationship with Connor that she couldn't define. That was why the guilt had now subsided; if all was right between her and Connor, she wouldn't feel like that.

Slipping out of bed, she padded slowly across the bedroom and out into corridor towards the kitchen to get herself a drink. This time last week she was basking in the afterglow of amazing sex with Lester; her body tingling and her skin flushed as she snuggled into his embrace and fell into a content sleep. Even now, just the thought made her heart skip. She had to continue the affair, no matter how risky it was.

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James Lester was having trouble sleeping too. His evening had been spent writing out cheques – tuition fees for the summer term at the school his children were boarding at; uniform, sports kit; music lessons, dance classes, judo... He sighed. He adored his children and wouldn't change anything there, he just wished that it wasn't so damned expensive. He'd had an argument with Carol, his wife, after dinner that became a 'not talking to each other' and they'd both slid into bed with their backs to each other like they did most nights.

He couldn't remember the last time they'd been intimate; at least not that he'd enjoyed. He did his duty occasionally but it simply felt like that – a chore, a duty he had to perform... unlike this time last week when he'd finally got Abby into his bed. He'd always believed she'd be good – hell, he'd fantasised about her for a long time – but the reality was so much better than anything he'd ever dreamt. He felt his cock twitch as he thought about her and he knew had to go and deal with it in the bathroom.

As he crept through the house towards the bathroom, he picked up his mobile phone. He wasn't quite sure why he did it, he just felt a need to message her. She'd be asleep anyway, and by the time she read it the moment would have passed. Still, he typed in "Wish it was this time last week." and sent it regardless.

To his surprise, only a minute or so later he received the reply, "Same here. Can't stop thinking about you." He stared at the screen and smiled. He'd never been one for using text messages; it took him far too long to do a simple message.

"Can you talk? It would be nice to hear your voice." he sent. Moments later, his phone was ringing. "What are you doing awake at this hour?"

"Told you, can't stop thinking about you."

Just the sound of her voice sent a tingle down his spine and straight to his already aroused cock. He slid his hand down its length. "I'm thinking about you too, Abby." he said in a hushed tone. "I'm hard, stroking myself."

"I wish I could do something about that," Abby whispered. She closed her eyes and pictured him in her mind. Leaning against the kitchen worktop, she slid her free hand under the waistband of the shorts she was wearing.

"Maybe you can. Is Connor asleep?"

"Yes... your wife.. is she..."

"Yes. We're perfectly safe." Lester sighed. This was something new for him. "What are you doing?"

"My fingers are circling my clit," Abby whispered. Lester let out a moan and he was certain he heard her hitch her breath. "And now my finger is moving towards my pussy."

"Are you wet?"

"Mmm."

There was a silence for a moment and then heavy breathing. He wasn't entirely sure if it was his own or Abby's. The thought of her rubbing herself was driving him wild; if only he could see her. "Does that feel good?" he finally whispered.

"Not as good as when you did it, but yeah..." She let out a soft moan; her fingers sliding skilfully into her wet core. "Just how hard are you?"

"Achingly hard." Lester increased his pace, pumping his full length and trying to picture Abby. They listened to each other's hard breathing and soft sighs, eyes closed and wishing they were together like last week. "Do you have a vibrator or something? I need to hear you come for me."

"Yes, it's in the bedroom. Give me a moment." Abby placed the phone down on the kitchen counter and crept back into the bedroom. Connor's chest was rising and falling steadily, and Abby smiled. He was sound asleep, and she knew it would take an earthquake to rouse him. She found her vibrator in her bedside drawer and crept out again. Her head was spinning; she used to masturbate for Connor but she'd never done it for another man before. To her, it was an intimate act and one only to be shared with someone you completely trusted. Lester had that trust.

"OK, I'm back," she whispered. "Did you miss me?"

"Of course I did!" Lester chuckled. "I'm on the verge here, I was scared you wouldn't come back."

"I'm on the edge too, James. Why wouldn't I finish this?" She switched on the vibrator and held it to the earpiece so that Lester could hear that she actually did have it. "Now, what do I do with this?"

"Rub it against your clit to begin with," he growled. He listened as Abby's moans grew louder and he pumped his cock harder. "Now put it inside your pussy!" he commanded.

"James!" Abby gasped. She'd done this so many times before and knew exactly how to bring herself to the point of no return easily. "So close now!"

"Imagine that's my cock, pushing into you deep," Lester breathed. His groin was on fire, it wouldn't be long.

"You're fucking me so deep!" Abby moaned. Her legs were beginning to tremble and she had to hold onto the counter for support. "Oh god! Oh yes!" She threw back her head and abandoned herself to the wave of pleasure flooding through her body. "James!"

"Abby!" Lester gasped. Her moans were too much and he felt his hips jerk. "Fuck!" His cock exploded and his cum spilt over his hand. Almost sobbing, he pumped himself until he was spent and his shaft was softening in his hand. He listened to Abby's hard breathing and pictured her; pink cheeked and gazing up at him with those soft blue eyes that he adored so much. He wanted to hold her, kiss her, caress her... That would have to wait though.

After some minutes, both were composed enough to resume their conversation. "I should be getting back to bed I suppose. Long day tomorrow," Lester said. "I expect I'll sleep much better now."

"Me too," Abby whispered. "I needed that."

"I need you."

Abby swallowed, her heart racing. "When can we..." She paused, almost not daring to ask. "I need you too. I want to be with you like last week."

"I'll work something out, Abby. I promise."

They both ended the call and made their way back to their beds and their sleeping partners who were both blissfully unaware of what had just happened.