A Sinful Pleasure

Polaris' POV

They said that 'Cheating is a choice.', and that, it will never be unintentional or an accident. And I did believe that, well, before.

But right now, I'm against to them who fucking said that.

Because I can only feel that cheating on my husband is the only option of survival left for me to be alive again.

I do not want to, I don't want to be that kind of wife. I don't want to cheat but I'm doing it now. Not by choice, not by intent.

Or maybe it is.

I don't know. I'm lost. And I'm enjoying it.

"Wrap your arms on my neck, Pola." the sultry tone of the man sounds like a melody of seduction to my ears.

I thought that having sex with another guy will never feel like how I felt with Taylor, my husband.

Then why?

Why am I having an even greater pleasure from a guy I don't even know?

I almost groaned my disappointment when his lips left mine but I followed his command. There is something about his dominating sexual behaviour that excites me, arouses my core and filling my head with thrill and fervour.

The moment I circled my arms on his nape, I devoured his tempting thin, wet lips to continue the kiss I've been longing for. He groaned, caught off-guard, but responded to the movements of my lips.

Damn! His kiss is so addicting. The way his tongue moves, how he nibbles my lip and gently bite on it, it's clouding my mind!

I never felt like this with Taylor before.

No, I don't want to think of my husband right now. I can't bear to miss the moment I'm sure I won't have the confidence to repeat doing.

"Jump on me." the man said in between our kisses.

'Who are you again?' I wanted to ask that but I'm too engorged to even speak a word. I just met him on a bar and I shouldn't be doing this but does it really matter if he is so good and delicious like this?

I felt both of his hands crawled from my back down to my butt and I moaned when he squeezed on it, hard. I jump the same time he lifted me, our lips are not parting with tasting each other.

My legs wrapped automatically on his torso and my wetness felt the pulsing manhood, hard as rock, inside those lucky pants.

Damn, I'm even more aroused than I already am!

His arms went up to lock on my waist as he started walking around his flat and when my back felt the soft mattress of his bed, I figured that we are on his room.

"Ahh…" I moaned when his lips travelled down on my neck and gently bit my sensitive skin. That is one of my weak spot!

I felt his tongue on my skin next, moving up from where he bit me and finding its way to my ear. The way he nibbled and licked my earlobe made my core convulse, I'm almost electrified!

The man pulled back and looked at me. He is on his knees above me while I lay on the bed, my legs open wide while he was positioned between it.

"I love how responsive you are."

His voice is teasing that I know my cheeks burned from his statement.

"I-I'm not-"

I screamed my moan when his fingers found one of my nipple and roughly yet gently pinched the throbbing peak aching for attention.

"See what I mean?" he chuckled and leaned down to give me a quick kiss before moving his mouth on my ear and whispered.

"How about you try and please me next?" he said in a low, mind-blowing voice that made my eyes grew wide.

He chuckled when he saw my expression and I felt my cheeks blushed like a freaking teenaged virgin.

"You haven't try seducing a man?" I shook my head. No, I haven't explore my sexual desires with Taylor. "Even to your husband?"

I bit my lip and nodded, ashamed as I realize how naive I was.

Taylor never made me move for him or initiate or experiment anything with sex involved. We always just get it over with in bed and I thought that was normal but upon what's happening right now with me and this man…

I realized there's another dimension of pleasure I haven't explore yet.

The man knew I'm married, but I'm too drunk, and I can't remember if I told him about it. A picture of my husband's face flashed on my mind and my mind paused for a second. I thought I will want to stop but my blood boiled even more when another picture flashed inside my head.

That one scene I caught him cheating.

I immediately shook it off. I don't want to remember him or it right now.

This is my night.

"If I am your husband, I won't be able to stop fucking you senseless."

My jaw dropped from his blunt words.

The way his eyes looked at me with intense temptation made his words sounded like I will be fucked senseless tonight.

"Damn." he cursed under his breath. His hand reached out and held my wrist, placing my fingers in front of his visible bulging pants. "You made me this hard."

I felt how hot and hard he was even beneath the fabric. I bit my lip when I had the urge to feel it more. I wanted to touch him, I wanted to feel him.

Slowly, my hand moved up and down, tracing the length of his hardened member and I can't help but notice how massive he was.

It was way too long and thick than of my husband!

"Uh." he groaned, pleased when my hand grabbed on his member.

Out of interest, I felt the need to see what is inside his pants so I did.

Pulling myself up to sat on the bed, I unbuttoned his pants next and pull down the zipper. Even halfway, I already saw the tip of his manhood peaking above the band of his boxer briefs.

God! The head is already huge that I didn't knew something like that length would even exist!

My eyes grew large when his member sprung free and I had the full view of his length.

"You're… huge." I didn't help myself and utter.

Shoving off the shameful feeling out of my system, I grabbed him and my fingers barely touched each other, urging me to grab on him tighter.

"Ohh, damn. That feels good."

I looked up at him through my lashes and I was met by a handsome face. His eyes are softened, aroused, and his lips are parted as he breathes heavily. He's excited and I can't help but mirror the feeling, as well.

"Put me in your mouth."

My jaw dropped from his order but I didn't find it disgusting. I never did a fellatio in my whole life but it does not mean I don't know what that is. Though I'm not sure if I could do it well.

My head is spinning from too much alcohol intake and the heat from my raging libido made me obey his command.

My tongue started licking the torso of his member and playfully licked the tip of it. I can't believe that it didn't taste bad as I thought it would be. And I'm actually enjoying giving this man a head, feeling more aroused, enticed, thrilled.

When I take the tip of his member inside my lips, my mouth and tongue seems to have a mind of its own, as if I know what I'm doing. The man moaned and grabbed on my head then I realize I'm doing it right.

"Fuck."

I was caught off guard when he pushed me on the bed, found the thin fabric inside my skirt and pulled it down harshly. He moved so fast as he widened my legs and positioned himself on my entrance. He's finally going to enter that massive length inside my wetness!

"I need to stop you, you're making me cum too soon."

I felt the tip of his hot member on my entrance and my hand found its way to his biceps while the other grabbed on the sheets as I prepared myself.

Even from losing his patience, his move is slow and gentle as he pushed his tip inside my hole. The head alone stretched my flesh that it almost hurt but an incredible pleasure was also there.

He really is huge!

"Uh, you're incredibly tight, Pola." he whispered my name as if he's out of breath.

My eyes screwed shut when he continued pushing himself inside me, continuing to stretch my insides. This should hurt but all my mouth could utter are moans of pleasure and wanting.

When he's completely inside me, he stopped moving and started kissing my lips hungrily like the thread of his patience is just a millimeter at most.

I could feel him inside me, truly feel him. This is so new, the feeling, the way this affects me, the way I'm liking having sex with a man not my husband, this is pure pleasure.

A Sinful Pleasure.

He started pulling out slowly and I cried as I felt my flesh followed the rhythm of his move.

"Oh, God!"

I am cumming! I am cumming just by a few thrusts! The size of his manhood is hitting my good spot, I can't stop to come!

"Damn, you're even tighter!" he groaned and continue fighting the walls of my core that wrapping around his length hard.

"Mmm.." I moaned my screams of pleasure when he started kissing me hungrily. His hips moved faster than his former pace and I can't help convulsing over and over from his deep, agonizing thrust.

I heard my shirt teared open when he grabbed on it and shred the poor fabric into pieces, exposing my wiggling chest from his hard thrust. One of his hand grabbed on my bust roughly and I bit his lip from the pleasure it added.

Another wave of mind-blowing orgasm washed through me and the man started moving in even faster and deeper pace.

"Ahhh!" I moaned as I felt the hot sticky liquids spurted deep inside my center together with my ongoing climax.

The man hovering above me bit my shoulder while groaning his release. Our breathing are uneven and we're both gasping for air.

I really am fucked senseless.

*Flashback*

Argh! Taylor is not answering my calls!

I dumped my phone inside my bag as I strolled at the sideways of the city. I love Brooklyn, New York. I was born and raised in Manhattan but after marrying my loving husband, Taylor, we decided to move in the county so he can be closer to his firm.

I'm in a foul mood when my client canceled on the last minute without prior notice. Now I'm left with nothing to do for the whole day. My car is at the repair shop needed some overhauling and my husband is not even picking the phone when I need him to pick me up.

Weird since today was his day off.

I'm an interior designer at CX company while my husband owns a law firm together in partnership with his colleague Raph.

Upon taking a cab, I fixed my hair as I looked at the tall buildings, wondering if I should go home or take a look around the city. I've been here for two years but I haven't explore the whole of Brooklyn. On my days off, I rather went to Manhattan to visit my Dad and brother so maybe my next off I will see more of this city.

But for now, I wanted to spend the rest of my day with my husband since he barely have any rest day unlike my scheduled time.

Taking off the cab and striding inside our house, I noticed that its too quiet. Taylor was not watching his favorite football game like he usually do. There's no plate on the sink. He didn't ate breakfast yet?

Or maybe he's still sleeping upstairs?

I hurriedly but quietly went up the stairs. As long as I was on the last step, I heard something.

'Hmmmm…'

What the hell was that?

My forehead creased as I continued walking towards our bedroom. The door was slightly open though I'm not sure if that was just a moan I heard.

Oh my God! Is Taylor having a nightmare?!

As I thought about that, I ran fast and opened the door…

Only to see my loving husband being fucked in his behind by no other than Raph, his business partner.

Right. Partner.

"What the fuck, Taylor?!" I screamed my lungs out. I can hear my heartbeat loud and raging in my ears, blurring my vision as it almost turned black.

Raph was the first one who noticed my entrance since my fucking husband has his eyes closed and enjoying what's being done to him!

My husband is Gay?!

When Raph jumped out of Taylor's hole, he quickly grabbed the pillow I bought at Home Buddies and covered his hard manhood with the poor thing!

Taylor, on the other hand, jumped out of the bed and walked to me the moment he opened his fucking eyes. The pleasure in his face that I never saw he had with me was changed to a shocked paled expression.

He was shocked? I'm beyond mortified!

"Oh, no, Polaris. It's not what you think." he started to explain.

My jaw dropped from the overused lame excuses he spouted.

"I don't think I need to think, Taylor! You! And him!?" I pointed on them both, my fingers are trembling and my vision seems to palpitate.

There's a tingling pain in my chest. It's clenching my heart as if drying out the blood in my vessels.

"No, no, babe. Listen-" Taylor took a step forward but I put my hand up to him.

"Fucking stay where you are." He halted. I closed my eyes shut and tilted my head on the side. I can't fucking look at Taylor. I feel disgusted, humiliated, hurt!

"Babe, listen, how about you join us? It's been too long since…"

I didn't understand the rest of what he was proposing. My eyes darted to his eyes in total disbelief.

I looked at the eyes of the person who become my world. The person who I loved more than myself. The person I married, is the same person asking me to join him in bed while his asshole was being rummaged by his partner's dick!

"... this will be a new experience, love, but you'll enjoy this. Come on, let's make up for this-"

"Who are you?" My voice has full disappointment in it. I can feel the bitterness of the words as my tongue rolled to it.

Taylor stopped talking, his mouth half-open, his eyes are almost crying. He is in a panic, he don't know what to do and he looks desperate right now.

But the most thing I hate with how I see him now is the guilty expression he has on his face.

Like, there's nothing I needed to ask. It's all written in his face. And it fucking hurts.

"Babe…"

"This explains the lack I feel when we are on bed, huh? Cause its not me, no, its not women you want."

"Babe, please, we can talk calmly and figure this out…"

"Figure this up your ass."

Taylor's lips formed a flat line and he decided to shut up at last. I gave Raph one disgusted, full of hatred look before I stormed out of the bedroom. Taylor kept calling out my name once I'm outside the room.

Like a flash, I reached downstairs, grabbed his car keys, and I found myself driving back to the place I call home, Manhattan.

*End of Flashback*

My mind is blurry. My chest is heaving, and my world is barely revolving. Lost, is the right word to describe myself now.

I don't know if its because of the alcohol I had in the bar, or because of the guys who fucked me good, or because I found my husband cheated on me.

With a guy.

Fucking hell.

Two years of happy marriage and he cheated on me, not with another woman, but with a man he claimed was just his business partner!

I should have smelled his true form from how close he was with his proclaimed 'business partner' but I failed to see the red flags.

I denied to.

I should have noticed it from the way he expertly picked the right clothes for me, the right make-up, the right shade of lipstick and foundation, from the way he drooled over some handsome guy we encounter while jogging every morning!

But I didn't!

My mind tricked me and insisted in believing that its impossible that my husband is bisexual because he married and tied to me. I felt how loved and sweet he was and I felt lucky to meet such a perfect man in this huge world.

But what happened today changed my perspective in life. I can't see any positive reason to accept what I witnessed. Drowning myself in alcohol doesn't help even a bit of forgetting that bitter memory.

Though having sex with this man laying in the bed beside me kind of helped.

I guess I'm a cheater now.

But did I chose to?

I can't say myself that I did.

The only thing that pushed me to do this was because I am hurt, I am lost. Not because I wanted to taste or fuck someone else while my husband loved me fully.

Taylor is the one who cheated by choice. He cheated for his own selfish reasons, he chose to hurt me, he chose to do that infidelity while I believed he was deeply in love with me.

I, cheated to survive the pain.

The man beside me moved a little. I opened my eyes, drawing out of my thoughts and checked if he was still sleeping.

It's exhausting, the sex I had with this man. But my thoughts are more tiring.

For a moment, I watched the face of the guy. Long lashes, High cheekbones, thin upper lip and slightly thick lower lip. His brows is even better than mine.

The guy is perfect. Though I have a feeling that I've seen him somewhere though I don't know where or when. But he is familiar.

I got drunk in a bar here in Manhattan, I knew most people around my hometown but not entirely. Maybe I've seen this man before while walking or clubbing-

"Get some sleep, Polaris Abbey."

My eyes widened by how he said my name. If I told him my name, I might've mentioned my name to him but I'm sure not my maiden name.

I'm Polaris Sandford now, thanks to the marriage I had with my cheater of a husband and still, I would not mention my surname over someone I barely know.

He opened his eyes when he noticed how my body stiffened.

"You don't remember me, do you?"

Its like a puzzle of wires have been playing in my head, trying to look harder on his face.

Who is this guy?

He sighed and moved away a little.

My heart is thumping loud and hard as I started dozing off from the influence of alcohol, and having more taste of my own senses.

"I'm Kameron King. Does it ring a bell?"

My hand went on my mouth as I gasped loudly.

Oh my God!