The Very Welcome Guest Part 2

All night, my mind whirred. The rush and excitement of the evening, the new reality that I was faced with pre-occupied my mind, keeping me from sleeping… just a few short hours ago, I had fucked Cristina, the woman living with us… The beautiful, sexy, fragile American who I had promised to look after and help. As my wife had been asleep, with a head full of alcohol, the final jigsaw piece to the puzzle of our adulterous relationship had been very firmly and deeply put into place.

I felt guilt, I felt shame and a little disgust at myself… but there was no denying I also felt excited. I felt alive and as I lay on my back thinking about the prospect of this new liaison, a hardness growing in my groin, lifting up the bedsheets as I pondered the presence of my wife and my mistress living together under the same roof for the next few weeks.

How in the hell had I got here? None of it seemed to add up; the gorgeous guest from Manhattan who just lands at our home, my immediate attraction and some heavy drinking leading to our first almost accidental kiss… 48 hours of cheeky strokes kisses and secret moments... all of that had seemed so easy, so painless. Then last night, finally, we had done it. And as I lay there, at that very same moment in a room just two doors down the corridor, Cristina was lying, maybe sleeping, in the bed where only a short time before, our bodies were entwined as she had taken me inside her for the first time.

Sleeping was out of the question, and soon stupidity got the best of me. I got up, naked, throwing on a robe and stepped out into the corridor. As I shut the door behind me, I felt doubt suddenly grip me. Was I crazy? Was I really going to leave my wife sleeping in her bed, and go and join Cristina now, at some crazy hour of the early morning? I lost my nerve, but didn’t renounce completely, and went to the bathroom instead, for a moment’s reflection. I stared at myself in the mirror, and like an alcoholic staring at a whiskey bottle, told myself I should just do the right thing and go back to bed. I also knew with near certainty that I was not going to do so. I stepped back out into and began to walk the length of the corridor… passing slowly by Cristina’s door. I heard no movement, and saw no light creeping around the door, so I set off slowly back towards my door. I tried to congratulate myself, tell myself I was doing the right thing, going back to bed. I knew fully well it was only because she had been asleep. There was little point trying to convince myself I was being a gentleman here… As my hand touched the handle of my door, I heard Cristina’s door open gently.

I don’t know why, but I panicked, a little confused and quickly stepped out of sight, into my own doorway. Cristina stepped out of her room and slowly shuffled down the hallway towards my room. She stopped in front of the door to the bathroom, and that’s when we really saw each other. She was wearing a large men’s shirt, which I assumed she used as a night shirt. Pale blue, with faint white stripes. It covered her down to about mid-thigh level.

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