A secret shared

Later that evening, after the workday finally dragged to a close, I was back at my house, feeling a mix of relief and anticipation. Just as I was about to change into something comfortable, my doorbell rang. I glanced at my phone's security camera app; it was Vic. A smile touched my lips.

I opened the door, and there he stood, impeccably dressed as always, but with a large bag of what smelled like incredible food in one hand and two expensive-looking bottles of wine in the other – one red, one rosé.

"Hey," he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Thought you might be hungry."

"Vic! You didn't have to," I said, stepping aside to let him in, the aroma of the food already making my stomach growl. "What's all this?"

He walked into the kitchen, setting the bags and bottles on the counter. "Just a little something. My boss, Marlin, almost didn't let me take the wine." He chuckled, shaking his head. "It's pretty expensive stuff, apparently. And the food, too. He's usually such a stickler about us taking anything from the restaurant."

I raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "Oh really? What changed his mind?"

Vic leaned against the counter, a proud smirk on his face. "I told him it was for somebody very important to me." He paused, taking a deep breath of the food's aroma. "Then he asked if it was for my wife."

My heart gave a little flutter. "And what did you say?" I prompted, trying to keep my voice casual.

"I told him it was for a woman I wished I was married to," Vic said, his gaze locking onto mine, a raw intensity in his dark eyes.

A warmth spread through me, a thrilling, dangerous heat. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket – a quick glance showed a text from Vic's boss, Marlin: "Vic owes me for letting him cook and prepare such expensive food and wine. A bottle of red wine about $2,700 and a bottle of rose wine about $2,500. Don't let him forget it." I quickly typed back, "Sure he does lol!" and slipped my phone away, a secret smile playing on my lips. Vic had no idea his boss and I had been friends since middle school.

"Well," I said, my voice a little breathless, "I'm certainly feeling special now." I walked over, reaching for the wine bottles. "Let's open these. And what did you bring? It smells amazing."

"It's a little bit of everything," he said, pulling out containers. "Some Wagyu beef steaks, truffle mashed potatoes, roasted asparagus, and a decadent chocolate cake for dessert."

"You outdid yourself," I said, genuinely touched. "Seriously, thank you."

"Anything for you, Deppgrl," he replied, his eyes soft as he watched me.

Vic then began to plate the food, his movements precise and elegant, like the professional he was. I always loved watching him work in the kitchen, whether it was at my house or back when we both worked for my brother. There was a quiet intensity, a focused artistry in the way he arranged each component on the plate. I occasionally watched him as he moved gracefully in my kitchen. He caught me studying him, and a slow wink spread across his face.

"What are you thinking?" he asked, a playful glint in his eye.

"Just that you're easy on the eyes and I also really appreciate the time you're taking away from your family to be here," I admitted, a smile playing on my lips. "Plus I love when you cook for me."

He stopped what he was doing, carefully putting the dishes down. He walked over to me, pulling me gently into his arms. "Deppgrl," he murmured, his gaze serious, "you're worth every minute. And then some." He kissed me softly at first, then with a deepening tenderness that promised more.

"I want you right now," I whispered against his lips, my hands finding their way into his hair.

He kissed me passionately, a deep, lingering kiss that left me breathless. Then he pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against mine. "And I want you, too, Deppgrl. More than you know. But first," he said, a playful glint in his eye, "I need to feed you. You'll need your energy later on."

I smiled, a thrill running through me. "I can't wait."

We ate at the kitchen island, the food truly exceptional. The Wagyu beef melted in my mouth, the truffle mashed potatoes were rich and creamy, and the roasted asparagus perfectly crisp. The wine was superb, a complex flavor that lingered on my tongue. As we ate, I discreetly looked up the brand of both wines on my phone. I tried to keep a straight face, but it was hard to hide how big my eyes got.

"What's wrong?" Vic asked, noticing my expression.

"Nothing," I said, trying to sound casual. "Just... this is a really good bottle of wine."

He chuckled, a knowing smirk on his face. "I know how much it was. Marlin was practically lecturing me about it."

"He would," I said, a small laugh escaping me. "He's very particular about his wine cellar. He’s got an eclectic taste."

Vic's eyes narrowed slightly, a curious glint in them. "How do you know Marlin?"

I took a sip of my wine, a small smile playing on my lips. "Marlin and I became friends back in the middle school days."

We talked throughout dinner, the conversation flowing easily, but we carefully avoided the topic of Randy, a silent agreement between us.

When we finished eating, I started to clear the plates, but Vic immediately reached for my rosé wine glass, refilling it. "Sit down," he said gently, taking the plates from my hands. "I'll clean up."

I watched him, a familiar warmth spreading through me. I wondered what it would be like to be in a serious relationship with him, instead of being his side piece. The thought lingered, a tempting, dangerous rabbit hole.

"Deppgrl?" Vic's voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me back to the present. I blinked a few times, shaking myself from my reverie. "Yeah?"

He kissed me passionately, a deep, consuming kiss that left me breathless. When he finally pulled away, he winked. "Now that we're full, we need to make room for the cake. My colleague made it." He took me by the hand, and without another word, led me towards my bedroom, our clothes leaving a trail behind us.

When we made it to my room, Vic kissed me again, a soft, lingering kiss that promised everything. Then, he picked me up effortlessly and placed me gently on my bed. He joined me, his eyes dark with desire. "Lay down for me, bonita," he murmured, his voice husky. "And spread your legs for me." I did, my body already humming with anticipation.

He lowered himself between my thighs, and I gasped as his tongue found my clit, beginning to work its magic. He ate my pussy for so long that I lost count of how many times I climaxed and came on his tongue. Each wave of pleasure built on the last, my body arching, my fingers tangling in his hair. "Oh, Vic," I moaned, my voice raw. "Yes, yes! I love what you're doing." I moaned in pure pleasure, my hips bucking.

Finally, he slid up my body, his hard and throbbing dick pressing against my slick pussy, ready to enter. In one swift move, he pushed himself inside of me. "God, Deppgrl!" he screamed, his voice thick with pleasure as he filled me completely. I screamed in pleasure too, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull his dick deeper inside of me. As he slowly rode me, his hips moving in a deliberate, sensual rhythm, he leaned down, pinching and sucking on my nipples, sending jolts of exquisite sensation through me. "You feel so incredible," he groaned, his breath hot against my ear. "Every inch of you."

"Oh, Vic, yes!" I gasped, my voice breathless. "Don't stop!"

We climaxed often, our moans filling the room, each shattering release shaking me to my core, and Vic came in me after each climax, filling me with his hot, thick cum.

His dick was still in me, pulsating and still pouring cum as we caught our breath. He kissed me softly, his lips brushing mine. "Ready for dessert, beautiful?" he murmured, a playful glint in his eyes.

With a sly smile on my face, I looked up at him. "Show me again what I do to you," I challenged, my voice husky.

He laughed, a rich, warm sound. He carefully placed my one leg on his shoulder, then, with a renewed energy, started to ride me again, his hips picking up speed. "You drive me wild, Deppgrl," he groaned, his body already tensing. "Absolutely wild."

"Good," I gasped, my body already arching to meet his thrusts. "That's exactly what I want."

In no time, the pressure built, and we were climaxing, our bodies convulsing together, cumming together in a powerful, shared release. He pulled out, his dick still hard and throbbing. "Let's try something else, baby," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. “Get on your hands and knees for me.”

After I got on my hands and knees for Vic, my ass high and tempting, he positioned himself behind me, his thick, throbbing dick nudging my wet pussy. In one quick, forceful thrust, he shoved his entire dick deep inside me. "God, Deppgrl!" he roared, and I screamed in pleasure, my body arching as his hard dick filled me completely. He immediately grabbed onto my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, pulling me back onto his grinding pelvis as he began to move his hips like pistons, driving into me with a brutal, relentless rhythm. Each deep plunge made my pussy clench and milk his hard dick, stretching me to my limit, and I cried out his name, my voice raw, as he pounded into me, utterly possessing me with each powerful, unforgiving stroke. We climaxed hard and he poured his cum in me for the next few minutes.

He pulled me into his arms, his gaze intense. "Deppgrl," he breathed, "are you still using birth control?"

"I am," I replied, my voice a little breathless. "But I'm due any day now for another injection."

He grabbed my phone from the nightstand, quickly opening the calendar app. He scrolled through it, his brow furrowing. "You're overdue by a week," he stated, his eyes snapping back to mine. "Are you ovulating?"

"No," I said, shaking my head. "I’m not going to ovulate for another ten to twelve days. And I have the morning after pill. I’ll take it in the morning.”

A primal glint entered his eyes. He rolled me onto my back, his movements swift and dominant. He spread my legs wide, his knees pushing my thighs open, and mounted me. He rode me for almost an hour and a half, a relentless, punishing rhythm. His hands were rough, gripping my hips, pulling me up to meet his thrusts, then pushing me down onto his hard dick. He leaned down, his mouth closing over one nipple, then the other, sucking hard, biting gently, tugging until they ached with pleasure. "You're so wet for me, aren't you, baby?" he growled against my skin, his voice thick with desire. "So damn tight."

"Oh, Vic, yes!" I screamed, my body arching, my fingers digging into his back. I run my nails across his back, accidentally scratching him. I knew that his wife would see the scratches.

"Yesssssss, baby!" he moaned, his hips pounding harder.

We climaxed often, our bodies convulsing, our moans echoing in the room, and he filled me with cum after each climax, his thick, hot release flooding deep inside me. His dick, still in my pussy, throbbing and pulsating and pouring cum in me, he collapsed and pulled me close to him.

"I love you, baby girl," he murmured, his voice soft against my hair. "I want you to have my children." He placed one hand instinctively across my stomach and the other fingering my wet pussy before he finally fell asleep.

If someone asked me years ago if I wanted Vic's children, I would've said yes in a heartbeat. If I were asked now, I would say. I loved Vic then and I still love him now but it's different. I love when we have sex; the raw, uninhibited passion we share. If I were to have children, they'd be Randy's.

I fell asleep in Vic's arms, not taking it for granted, as I didn't know how much longer we had together.

In the morning, the first hint of dawn was just breaking when I felt a familiar pressure. Vic was awake, and he woke me up by pushing his dick into my still slick pussy. He began to fuck me hard and rough, his hips pounding into me, driving me into the mattress. His hands found my breasts, pinching and tugging my nipples until they were exquisitely sensitive. "God, you're so good," he groaned, his breath hot against my ear. "So damn wet for me."

"Oh, Vic, yes!" I gasped, my body arching to meet his every thrust. "Don't stop!"

We climaxed and cum often, our bodies convulsing, our moans filling the room with each shattering release.

After sex, we eventually got out of bed, our bodies still humming. We showered together, the warm water washing away the evidence of our passion. We brushed our teeth, got dressed, and then headed downstairs for breakfast. We enjoyed some of the decadent chocolate cake he had brought, a sweet end to our intense night. Before he left for work, he pulled me close, kissed me deeply, and then, with a final, hungry thrust, fucked me roughly on the kitchen counter, filling me with his cum. As soon as he pulled out, I went to the bathroom and took the morning after pill. He was gone when I returned.