Honey and Lemon: The Sweet Bitter Taste of Having an Affair

By Mia Crane

Theo Remis had the charisma and looks of a Greek god and he knew how to use it to attract women.

 

But Theo had a secret.

 

Cynthia Jones fell in love with Theo. He met her at a time she was most vulnerable, making himself indispensable. Whatever Cynthia wanted, Cynthia got. He hooked her with emotional support,

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mia Crane Publishing
• Release date: Jul 29, 2023
• ISBN: 9780645537031

Mia Crane

Mia Crane is a first-time author and had a dream to write a book for many years. It was all about timing and the right story. This book is dedicated to all the beautiful single ladies who are having affairs with married men. It isn't all it's cut out to be. Many single attractive women get caught up with married men and waste the best years of their lives living in hope that the men they have fallen for will leave their wives, not realising how improbable this is. She hopes that women, and men too, will learn from this story before it is too late. May they learn this lesson well.

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Two

Felt easy

It took him four days before he phoned me. We chatted on the phone for ages. He was very easy to talk to. It was as if a girlfriend had phoned me. We conversed on all types of topics, from cars to women’s’ fashion.

Because I was working part time as a receptionist, I had time on my hands, but I wondered how Theo was able to spend an hour talking to me.

I’m going to be out your way tomorrow. I’m looking at a property near you. Will you be home? he asked.

Sure. The prospect of seeing him again made my body tingle, and warmth flooded through me. I wasn’t sure why he had this effect on me.

The next day he called in. I don’t know why I even allowed him to come back to my home in the first place. I had let him come to my home without even taking me on a date first. I was so enthralled by his good looks and charm that I threw all the rules out of the window.

He walked in the door, all slick with his perfectly styled hair, his crisp white shirt and the lines of his pants sharply ironed. His black pointed toe shoes were highly polished. He had a bottle of Mad Fish in his hand. When had I even mentioned that it was my favourite wine?

Do you like this brand of wine as well? I asked. I remembered you once mentioned it, he said.

Wow, you must have a very good memory. Who would have thought you would remember something like that?

I do have a very good memory, he replied.

I poured us both a glass and threw caution to the wind. We went and sat down on my new, L-shaped, white leather lounge. I sat in one corner, and he sat in the other whilst we chatted about my travels.

Where did you go? he asked,

I cruised the Bahamas for five days. We drove around Miami, New York, San Francisco, Los Vegas, and Los Angeles, then on to Whistler for ten days skiing.

What type of work are you doing now?

I work part-time for a big corporation. I’m saving and planning another big trip overseas again.

We chatted for an hour and his gaze never left my face. I was noticing a raw sexiness about him and couldn’t believe how much I was turned on just by looking at him, when unexpectedly he said, Move closer. You’re so far away. He grabbed my arm and pulled me nearer to him, and before I knew it, he was kissing me-passionately. The taste of him in my mouth made me wet between my legs so quickly, delectably delightful. He placed a pillow under my head, glided me down, lifted my dress up and removed my undies. Then he slid down me, spreading my legs, and started running his tongue from my navel slowly downwards.

He moved so quickly, that I didn’t even get a chance to take in what had happened. I suddenly felt powerless to react and let this situation unfold.

The feeling of his warm tongue against my skin seemed like ecstasy, as he slowly made his way down and continued rolling his tongue around and over my clit. I immediately cried out. I couldn’t help the moans of pleasure that engulfed me so quickly.

I tried to contain myself, but I’m sure people in my complex heard me. I hadn’t experienced anything like this for such a long time, I almost forgot what it felt like. I was trying to hold back the orgasm to prolong this sensation building up inside. My appetite whetted for what was about to happen. I had never put myself in such a vulnerable situation or felt so relaxed with anyone else so rapidly.

He stood up and began to undo his shoes, took them off and neatly placed them down.

As he was doing this, he was looking at me straight in the eyes. I was lying on the lounge, motionless, watching as he pulled his shirt out from his trousers. I sat up and started to undo the buttons on his shirt one by one. He undid the sleeve buttons, took the shirt off. I went to undo his belt, but he took over and undid it. His pants fell to the floor.

He walked over to the dining chair and neatly placed his trousers and shirt over the chair then took his undies off. When he returned, he was a sight to behold, proud and erect. More than I thought I could handle.

He had a condom wrapper in his hands and tried to undo it, but it was not opening, so he ripped it with his teeth and exposed an X-large condom. I watched as he slid it over.

He grabbed my legs hard around the ankles, sashayed me closer to the edge of the lounge nearer to him, then he lifted my legs up in the air and placed them on his shoulders. He thrust his ample-sized penis inside me.

As I gasped from the sudden, large intrusion. He didn’t keep it inside. He pulled it out and repeated, thrusting it in again. This drove me to distraction. As I was about to move with pleasure, he pulled it out. He thrust a little too hard, and I squirmed this time.

I think I nearly broke my cock. Are you okay? he asked with great concern.

That really hurt. I grabbed hold of his arms. Stop for a minute.

We laughed. He began to move slowly, keeping it in, and I could tell he wouldn’t hurt me again. Moving ever so slowly now, I became so wet juices were spilling onto my white leather lounge.

As he turned me over and thrust from behind. I could feel him getting harder, his breathing laboured. He was close to coming, and I was too. I could feel my sex pulsating, my muscles tensing. The rhythmic contraction, blood rushing to my head until I was giddy and screaming with pleasure. When my breathing increased, I could feel him holding back, waiting for this moment, and I knew he would now be able to come as well. It didn’t take long until we both exploded, clawing each other and gasping.

I lay there wondering what had just happened. He rolled off me and lay down next to me, took me in his arms and cuddled me. As I lay my head on his chest, I could feel his heart racing.

Before I had a chance to say anything, out of nowhere, he stood up, clutched his stomach, and bent over in distress. I’m having an attack. I had a hernia years ago and now it’s playing up. I have medication for it, but I didn’t bring it with me. I have to go. The pain is unbearable. I was thinking, what an unusual thing to be happening. He gave me a peck on the lips. Bye.

He left just like that. Gone out the door. It was late anyway. So, I went to bed and melted under the covers. I hadn’t experienced anything as intense as this ever before. It was difficult for me to concentrate on much else.

I got the taste of him.

He must have got the taste of me as well.

Three

Hooked

It was three days later when he rang. Cynthia hi, what have you been up to?

I walked to the gym, which takes me 30 minutes. I do weights, treadmill, sometimes a Zumba class, and then I walk back. It takes three hours. I noticed my voice became deeper, and my words were extended. I was sounding sexier.

Are you all sweaty? he asked.

I am. I’m about to have a shower.

Don’t shower. I’m coming over. The buzzer buzzed after fifteen minutes. I didn’t even ask who it was. I just buzzed him up. He walked in holding two paper bags. He opened them and placed the contents on the kitchen bench. I brought us some sushi and Galaktoboureko, a Greek custard pie. Have you had one of those before?

No, I’m looking forward to trying it.

Would you like to make us a coffee? he asked.

Before I got a chance to answer, he moved towards me, pushing me towards the kitchen bench. As soon as I set eyes on him, I began to feel a throbbing sensation between my legs. He came close to me, kissing me, his tongue already hot in my mouth. His body pressed hard to mine. I became aware of his cock growing between my thighs. I felt his firm hands on my arms. Next thing, he hauled me onto his shoulder and carried me to the bedroom.

I can’t believe you’re able to carry me like this, I said, laughing with amazement. Do you know how heavy I am? Don’t bump my head on the door frame.

Yes, I’m aware you feel very light, he said, lowering me ever so gently onto the bed.

It was a really hot day for November, and we were both sweaty now. The faint aroma of his aftershave permeated from his body. I inhaled, breathing in his scent, my senses heightened. He lifted my shirt up. He rubbed his hands along my sweaty body and pushed my bra up over my breasts. His tongue began to lick the salty liquid. He kissed me all over until he came to my clit and touched it with his fingers and began to rub. He moved in a circular motion while watching the reaction on my face, clearly realizing when he had hit the sensitive spot. He kept on moving, taking my juices that were spilling out to remoisten the area, which increased the sensation. His fingers were gentle, bringing on that tingling very quickly. The fireworks going off were so powerful that I got an aching in my head from the sudden blood rush. I swear my heart was pounding too. He now knew he could enter me, but he only placed the tip slightly inside, teasing ever so softly. I wanted to grab him and drive him in, but he held me back with his solid hands and kept teasing.

Do you enjoy this? he asked.

I do like slow and rhythmic. It’s driving me to distraction.

I stuck my fingernails into the cheeks of his butt and thrust up towards him to intensify the sensation.

He moved cheek-to-cheek and wrapped his arms around the back of my shoulders. He held onto me tight, kissing me on the lips, as our sweaty bodies were sliding over each other.

As he got harder his breathing heavily increased, and he moaned loudly. He could hardly breathe or move. Sweat poured down his body and face. After all this activity, he still didn’t have a hair out of place.

He stayed on top of me. We lay there panting, his arm still around me. I heard his heart pounding. When we turned to lie on our sides, I noticed the hairs on his chest. I began to play with them, giving his nipple a little kiss. He flinched and tightened his chest muscles. His hand moved over