I seriously shouldn't be allowed to ever watch television… because things like this happen. I have been sucked into The Tudors (again) for the last two days while waiting for the new season to arrive at my door. And there you have it. But in case you don't see the note in the heading, just remember this is not Edward and Bella… nor is it Henry/Anne. These are just two random characters, in a somewhat similar situation… and more modern times.

Penname: kyla713
Creative Original or Derivative Fiction: Creative Original
Rating/Warning(s): M

Notes: This is not Twilight related. It is not Edward and Bella. This is an example of me watching way too much of The Tudors in the last 24 hours. Though it's not The Tudors either. Go figure.
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Prompt: Phrase Catch: What does the adage "old habits die hard" remind you of? Write something

I thought I had changed. I thought I'd met the woman I could happily spend and build my life with. Yet here I was, with another woman above me, writhing and pleasuring me, while my beautiful wife lies asleep in the next room.

I had never been faithful to any woman, for no woman could ever completely satiate me. And tonight, the only one who had ever fulfilled my desires had turned me away.

The state of arousal I had been in, lying there besides her sleeping form, had been excruciating. I had longed for her for months. I knew why, but that did not help to ease the painful erection I'd been contending with for days now. I'd tired of relieving myself night after night, and made the call that led me here to this bed, beneath this woman.

Even as I felt her warmth engulfing me again and again, hearing her soft pants of pleasure as I drove up into her, feeling the beads of sweat collecting on my forehead as my climax neared; I could only feel shame in my actions.

She loved me, I knew she did.

And this woman with me now felt nothing but the desire to feel me inside her, the ecstasy my cock gave her.

However, my need was great, and would soon be spent. Then I could send her away and return to the side of the woman I loved.

The tightening in my gut began, and just as I thrust a final time in release, I heard the door open and a sharp gasp. My eyes shot to the doorway, meeting the shocked, tear-filled ones of my wife, still grasping the hips of the woman on the bed with me. I watched as the hand bearing my ring ran over her belly swollen with our child, her head shaking in disbelief.

"How could you? After everything, how could you?!" she screamed loudly through the room, staggering out of the room and clutching her stomach, slamming the door closed as she left.

I shoved the woman off me, dressing as quickly as I could to follow her just before I heard a loud scream and a crash in the hallway. Running out the door in only my pants, I found her on the floor, curled into a fetal position and hugging securely around her middle.

Oh god, what have I done?

The Tudors should come with a warning on it, and not for its graphic scenes and nudity, etc etc etc. But for its addictive nature causing severe sleep deprivation. Which also has horrible effects on my writing… I promise, I'm going to nap before touching any of my other stories. :)