Chapter 3

Kate

"Umm...please.. uh-huh.." I moaned out at the sensation when the stranger bit my already hardened nub, sucked and pulled it in between his teeth. My whole body was reacting to the foreign sensation and my core clenched with desire. I was lusting at the feeling, the kind of feeling when you know it is wrong and don't want it but deep down there is a want. A secret, a dark and deep want, where you want to do the wrong thing just because you are frustrated because of doing the right thing always.

It was wrong and I don't know if it's the alcohol making me do it or some where deep down I too want it. I am being pressed hard against the wall, trapped in between the stranger and the wall, his mouth on my breasts sucking, biting and kneading them while his hands squeezing my ass in a not so appropriate manner. Whatever that has been happening is far from being appropriate, a lady would never be in such a situation in the first place.

I have never done it with anyone else, I haven't been physically close with anyone else. Samuel is the only man in my life and there was no one before. Since lately we are having crisis in our marriage, we are often fighting and arguing over small matters. A woman desires love and attention from her husband even if the relationship is not new. She too have physical needs and she too lust for physical wants. It is not new that men  have a huge appetite when it comes to sex and the needs of women are often ignored. 

It's not only men who are always eager and desperate, women too have her needs and lately in our marriage there only have been fighting and arguing. I too want my husband to comfort in uncertain times and acknowledge me, love me like he used to. I only want some of his time and love. I want a family of my own, I want our children, I want to family vacation and picnics. I want all of that but Samuel don't even have time for let alone for making babies.

I'd be lying if I tell that I am not sexually frustrated and it has been going on for quite some time but now it has started affecting my mind and thoughts. It has started affecting my work and thinking capacity. I have become vulnerable and prone to taking wrong decision and one of such is today and now, that is in the compromised position I am in.

I felt being used and cheap but somehow it didn't matter as I was busy enjoying the brazen groping of the stranger maybe because I have never done something like this before that is making out with another man. The only man who have ever touched me is Samuel, my husband and he had always been considerate of me. He was always gentle with me and never tried anything other than the regular.

"You are wet already," his husky and heavy voice brought me out of my thought and realised what he actually said and what he actually has been doing. I felt a bit sobered up as I started realising where am I and what is happening. The stranger was palming my pussy over my lacy panties, he was touching me intimately and I got really uncomfortable as I was sobering up and became aware of my reality. 

I tried to push him but I was no match for him, he was continuing what was already going on and I didn't knew how to stop it. I didn't even realise that he pulled my dress down and my chest was naked in front of a stranger while he was fingering me down there, pressing his hardness on me over the clothes. It was a bit too much to handle. We were just in a corner and anybody could who would pass by us can see us in such a compromised position. 

I didn't realize what I have been up to until now, I am going to hell for this. God forbid the sin that I was going to commit. How would I ever be able to face Samuel if it went on. I know, I have to leave but this man, this stranger isn't in the mood and he is determined to fuck me bad. I have to find a way soon to get out of here or else I am doomed. I looked around for help but there weren't any people nearby and the one's I can see are in the far end of the bar, drunk and lost.

"Stop, please.. stop.. " I whisper screamed at the stranger but he just continued sucking my breasts like they were some candies. If his guttural growl is something than this motherfucker is enjoying molesting someone's wife. 

He didn't even bothered looking at me or hearing my pleas, he was busy touching me and groping me. His hold on my ass tightened and he pulled it forward touching his hardness and rubbing himself on me. He was enjoying my weakness and vulnerability, one wrong decision and I am stuck here with I don't know who.. One wrong decision and you are doomed for life, there is no going back from this. Once you start wrong doings and committing sins, there is no coming back.

There was only one thing that I could think of and that too was a bit risky if the execution part didn't work out, there was no other way out and I have to do it no matter what. I can't let someone ruin my dignity and take away all the good that I have been and the relationship that I have worked hard to built. I gathered my courage and did something that he wasn't expecting.

I kissed him, my tongue entangled with his fighting for dominance. I kissed him hard like an actual lover, I composed myself and kissed him while his hands loosened on me. I took the opportunity to slide up my dress to gather all the strength left in me and pushed him hard.

He wasn't expecting that and he fell backwards, I took advantage of the darkness and ran out of the place before he could stand up and get back to me. I didn't turned around to look him back and kept on running until I hid in a corner to see that if he was behind me or following me and after I made sure that he wasn't here, I came out of my hiding spot and ran to the closest exit.

I was successful in coming out of the place and soon I was able to find out a cab. I never looked back and told my address to the cab driver in a hurry. He was looking at me in astonishment.

I was looking like crazy, all my makeup smeared and my dress tethered. My hair were spread in every direction and tears in my eyes that were still flowing and some of which were dried.

I tried smoothening my dress and made a messy bun. I wiped my tears and cleaned my face with the tissues in the cab. I tried to fix myself and look a bit presentable at least. It was the least I could do. Still he was staring at me, I looked back to see if he was following me but luckily he wasn't there. I don't want to take any chances, I don't know about the place and people, I want to go back to my home as soon as possible.

"What?" I asked him fed up of all the stares and all the questioning look of him and the way the people around me looked at in the restaurant back earlier. I get it that I am behaving odd and maybe looking like crazy but damn.. I can mind my business and they should too.

"Nothing mam, are you alright," the cab driver asked. He seemed young maybe a college student if he studies, and genuinely concerned. I felt guilty to talking to him like that, it's not the way I usually talk, having bad days.

"I'm alright, need to worry. Just having a bad day," I said with a pathetic smile, at least I tried. I was fed up and disappointed at almost everything around. I don't what is it that I am actually mad at but I am mad at almost everything these days maybe it's because I am getting older and I don't know what to do about it.

"If you need anything," he asked softly seeing me in mess.

"Only one thing, take me to my home," I said. I really needed to get out of here and fix myself before I reach home. He saw me and understood  that I am in a hurry. I was almost desperate and afraid that the stranger might be following, he started driving and finally I felt relieved. 

I was crying all the way, I felt so dirty and cheap. I realized what I was going to do, though I was mad at Samuel and everything that has been going on lately but it doesn't give me the right to take it as an excuse and make mistakes. It would have so wrong and I don't know how would I be able to face Samuel again, I would never be able to look myself in the eyes again. 

I could still feel his hands on me and his mouth on my chest, I felt dirty and I didn't know how to forget it. All that happened back in the club kept on repeating in my mind making me feel guilty for everything.

I don't know how to face Samuel, how he would react seeing me like this in such a state. I want to reach home before he reaches. He can't see me like this, he won't look at me same again like he used to. I asked the cab driver to take drive a bit fast.

"It's maximum limit mam, don't worry we'll reach soon at your address," he said in a calm voice.

After a few minutes, my house came into view and I was never so happy to see my house again. I just hope that Samuel isn't back yet...