<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=room%20and%20board">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="57235143" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>Allison was pacing the backyard in search of a release from her writer’s block when she heard the doorbell ring.</p><p>She headed inside, glanced out the front window, and smiled when she saw a delivery guy holding a massive bouquet of flowers in a vase.</p><p>“Mrs. Williams?” the man said as Allison opened the door.</p><p>“That’s me,” she replied.</p><p>He handed her the flowers and said, “Have a nice day.”</p><p>For a few moments Allison stood in the doorway and breathed in the beautiful scents coming off the flowers. She smiled brightly and headed inside to put the flowers on the kitchen counter and pull out the little card.</p><blockquote>Allison,</blockquote><blockquote>I know I’ve been working long hours recently and I’ve been neglecting you. I’m sorry about that. I love you so much and I don’t know what I’d do without you. How about a weekend at the Ritz-Carlton to make it up to you?</blockquote><blockquote>Justin</blockquote><p>While Allison had largely managed to avoid feeling guilty about having sex with Blake up to that point, she couldn’t avoid it anymore. The guilt washed over her as she read the note from her husband. She smelled the flowers again and noticed that he’d included peonies, which were her favorite.</p><p>“Shit,” Allison said to herself. “I’m such a bitch.”</p><p>“Hey,” Blake said.</p><p>Allison turned around and faced the young man that she’d cheated on her husband with. He had a shy smile on his face.</p><p>“Hey,” Allison said.</p><p>Despite the nearly overwhelming sense of guilt she felt in that moment, Allison couldn’t help but feel desire for Blake. She couldn’t help but feel a deep-seated need to satisfy the sexual needs that fucking him in the pool had unleashed.</p><p>“Who are the flowers from?” Blake asked as he stepped closer.</p><p>“Justin,” Allison said. “He apologized for working so many hours lately and said he wanted to take me away for a weekend to make up for it.”</p><p>Blake took a few steps closer as Allison felt her body cry out for him. She wanted to take his pants off. She wanted to jump on the counter and invite him between her legs. She wanted him to fuck her despite knowing she couldn’t cheat on Justin again.</p><p>“Oh,” Blake said. “Do you think he knows?”</p><p>Allison shook her head. “No. I don’t think he’d send flowers if he knew we’d been having sex. I think he’d send divorce papers.”</p><p>Blake took another step closer, leaving him an arm’s length from Allison. She looked up and felt an overpowering desire to close the distance between them and kiss the young man. It took a great deal of energy to stop herself from giving in to her base desires and fucking Blake again.</p><p>“We can’t,” Allison said. “We shouldn’t have had sex in the first place. I shouldn’t have walked into your room the second time. I shouldn’t have done what I did, Blake. I’m sorry. We can’t do it again.”</p><p>Blake stepped closer and took Allison’s hand in his. She looked up at him and for a moment she felt like she’d go along with it if Blake decided he had to have her.</p><p>“I know,” he said. “I know that’s the smart thing to do. I know it’s terrible for us to be having sex while your husband is working those long hours. I just…I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re on my mind all the time.”</p><p>Blake’s hand moved to her waist and slipped under her t-shirt. He caressed her skin and gently moved his hand to her lower back. Blake applied gentle pressure and Allison let him pull her body against his. She felt the bulge between his legs. She saw Blake tilt his head down. She saw his lips approaching hers.</p><p>They kissed. Allison opened her mouth and Blake’s tongue slipped inside. She moaned as his hands moved to her ass.</p><p>“No, no,” Allison said as she stepped back. “No, I’m sorry, we can’t. We just can’t. We can’t.”</p><p>Allison’s body wanted to fuck Blake again. She wanted to strip right there in the kitchen and offer him her pussy. She wanted to feel the hard, fast thrusts of a 21 year old cock inside her.</p><p>Instead, she walked away. She rushed to her bedroom and shut the door, locking it to deter Blake from pressing.</p><p>Allison spun around and ran her fingers through her hair as she battled a mixture of anxiety and overpowering lust. Her mind was foggy as she struggled to process her body’s continued need to betray her husband.</p><p>Instead of making that mistake again, Allison took off her pants and got into bed. She pulled her panties aside and slipped two fingers into her pussy, soaking up some of the wetness before rubbing her clit.</p><p>Blake filled her head as Allison masturbated. She thought of how good it felt the first time his cock slipped inside her in the pool. She thought of how hard and fast he’d fucked her the second time when she’d bent over in his bedroom. She thought of how good his insistent, hard, deep thrusts felt. She thought of how much better the sex was with Blake. Her guilt washed away as her orgasm approached.</p><p>Allison closed her eyes, arched her back, and said, “Fuck me, Blake,” in a soft voice as she imagined the young man between her legs. She imagined his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. She imagined wrapping her legs around him as her desperate moans filled the bedroom. She imagined him grunting and cumming inside her just like he’d done the day before. As those thoughts raced through her head Allison had a powerful orgasm that sent waves of pleasure throughout her body.</p><p>“Fuck,” she said afterwards. “This is going to be a problem.”</p><p>Blake wasn’t going anywhere. She couldn’t kick him out of the house just a few days after welcoming him in, especially since she couldn’t admit why she didn’t want him around anymore. She was going to have to find a way to deal with her desire, which clearly wasn’t going to dissipate anytime soon.</p><p><br></p><p>Allison sat in bed in a strappy black lingerie set complete with stockings and a garter belt. She wore a black satin robe that she’d opened up just enough to show her cleavage and a little bit of the soft flesh of her breasts.</p><p>“Allison, wow,” Justin said as he stepped into the bedroom and dropped his bag, seemingly by accident. “You look incredible.”</p><p>Allison smiled as she ran a stocking-clad foot up her leg and said, “The flowers were beautiful,” she said. “And you don’t need to apologize for working late. I love that you’re so passionate about your work. It’s why you’re so successful.”</p><p>“I know,” Justin said. “But that’s no excuse. I’ve been neglecting you. You deserve better, Allison. You work hard too and you’re really successful and yet you manage to make time for me.”</p><p>Allison swung her legs over the edge of the bed and sauntered towards her husband. They shared a kiss as she ran her fingers over the back of his neck.</p><p>“Take your pants off,” Allison said as she pushed the robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.</p><p>Justin stripped and Allison dropped to her knees in front of him and wrapped her lips around his throbbing cock.</p><p>“Oh, fuck, Allison,” he said as she offered the kind of oral pleasure she knew her husband loved.</p><p>Allison tried her best, but she couldn’t quite keep Blake out of her head as she sucked Justin’s cock. She wanted to banish the young man from her brain, but it wasn’t working. Instead, she pictured him standing in front of her. She pictured his cock in her mouth. She pictured his hands moving through her hair. She pictured that look of desperate lust that only young men get.</p><p>“Would you like to fuck your wife?” Allison asked as she stroked Justin’s cock and looked up at him.</p><p>“Absolutely,” Justin answered.</p><p>She stood up and spun around to walk to the bed. Justin followed and Allison pushed the comforter aside, climbed into their bed, and spread her legs.</p><p>Her husband was inside her moments later. They kissed as his cock slid in and out of her soaking wet pussy, but only Allison knew that her arousal was because she couldn’t stop thinking about Blake.</p><p>She’d hoped that dressing up in lingerie she knew Justin would love and fucking him would give her some respite from her constant thoughts about Blake. She’d been wrong, though. Instead, having her husband’s cock inside her only served to reinforce Allison’s desire for the younger man.</p><p>Blake’s cock was bigger and harder than Justin’s. His body was fitter. He fucked her with far greater passion. He made her cum harder. Justin was trying his best, but he simply couldn’t compare.</p><p>Allison was going to cum, though. It was going to happen because she was thinking about Blake, but Justin wouldn’t know that.</p><p>“Fuck me, baby,” she said. “Make me cum.”</p><p>Justin kissed her and Allison closed her eyes and imagined Blake’s tongue in her mouth. She imagined his cock slamming into her pussy. She imagined seducing him with the lingerie she’d worn for her husband.</p><p>“Fuck, I’m cumming!” Allison cried out a few moments later. “I’m cumming!”</p><p>Her orgasm was loud and deeply pleasurable as Justin continued to fuck her. Allison smiled as she thought that she’d found a solution to her problem. If she could cum hard while fantasizing about Blake, perhaps having sex with Justin would prove to be as thrilling as having sex with the younger man.</p><p>“Cum inside me,” Allison said as she wrapped her legs around her husband. “Fill my pussy. Give me your cum.”</p><p>Those seemed to be the magic words as Justin grunted, buried his cock inside her, and unleashed his seed.</p><p>He collapsed on top of her and softly kissed Allison’s neck as she ran her fingers over his back and grabbed his ass.</p><p>“You made me cum so hard,” Allison said.</p><p>Justin laughed and said, “That was great, Allison. Really great. I should get you flowers more often.”</p><p>He pulled out and they shared a soft, lingering kiss before Allison reached over to grab a handful of tissues and soak up some of the cum that was leaking out of her.</p><p>She knew it was far from perfect, but at least she’d had good sex with her husband and experienced a great orgasm. That climax had been fueled by thoughts of another man, but Allison saw it as progress. Maybe she’d be able to live in the same house with Blake and not continue to cheat on her husband.</p><p><br></p><p>For a few days Allison mostly avoided Blake. If Justin was at work, she took to leaving the room soon after he entered, offering an apology and stepping away to avoid temptation.</p><p>She took to masturbating a great deal more often than usual. Anytime her desire for Blake threatened to lead to a bad decision Allison would lock herself in the bedroom and have a quick orgasm that would dissipate her need and make it easier to get back to work.</p><p>It was a little after lunch on Friday when Allison’s resolve melted. She and Blake had eaten together – it seemed far too rude for her to take her food and walk away from him – and soon after putting her plate in the dishwasher Allison rushed to the bedroom and stripped.</p><p>She’d spent most of her lunch fantasizing about fucking Blake as they talked and she needed to masturbate. Her mistake was forgetting to lock the door.</p><p>Moments after she’d climbed into bed and spread her legs Allison looked over to see the younger man standing in the doorway.</p><p>“Blake, what are you doing?” Allison asked as she pulled the sheets over her body.</p><p>Blake answered by approaching the bed as Allison stared at the undeniable bulge between his legs.</p><p>“Blake, please,” Allison said, though there wasn’t much conviction behind her plea.</p><p>He pulled the sheets back, exposing her body. Allison stared up at him and slowly moved her hand away from her pussy.</p><p>Blake reached out and gently pushed two fingers inside her as he held her gaze. “Tell me to leave,” he said. “Tell me you don’t want me to fuck you. Tell me you don’t want to feel my cock inside you. Just say it and I’ll leave.”</p><p>Allison tried to summon the words, but they wouldn’t come. Instead, she reached out and grasped Blake’s cock through his pants. She stroked him slowly and moaned as he played with her pussy.</p><p>“Fuck me, Blake,” Allison said.</p><p>Blake pulled his fingers from her pussy, pulled his shirt off, and stripped out of his pants in a flash. Allison spread her legs and he moved between them. They kissed as she reached down to guide his big, rock hard cock inside her.</p><p>“Oh fuck,” Allison said. “Fuck me, Blake. Fuck me.”</p><p>Allison wrapped her legs around the 21 year old as he gave her exactly what she needed. He fucked her hard and fast, pushing every inch of his splendidly erect cock deep into her pussy with every thrust.</p><p>Allison gripped Blake’s muscular back tightly as she felt an orgasm approach with surprising speed. He’d been inside her for less than a minute and already he’d provided her with far greater pleasure than her husband had just a few nights earlier.</p><p>“I’m cumming!” Allison cried out. She screamed as her fingers moved through Blake’s hair and her legs kicked open.</p><p>The pure joy of the orgasm made Allison laugh joyfully as Blake slowed his thrusts and kissed her neck.</p><p>“I’m a terrible wife,” she said.</p><p>“Does that mean you want to stop?” Blake asked.</p><p>“Not on your life,” Allison replied as she pushed Blake off of her and got on top.</p><p>He was inside her a moment later and she went to work achieving a second orgasm.</p><p>“I missed fucking you,” Blake said. “I thought about you constantly. You were on my mind – and in my fantasies – every minute of every day.”</p><p>“I know,” Allison said as Blake reached up to play with her tits. “I was the same way. I’m the worst wife in the world, but I have to have you.”</p><p>Blake grabbed her ass and Allison leaned down to kiss him as he fucked his cock up into her pussy. His hard, deep thrusts felt incredibly good and she knew she’d cum before long.</p><p>“I’m not going to last much longer,” Blake said.</p><p>“Cum inside me,” Allison said. “Whenever you’re ready. Cum in my pussy.”</p><p>Blake took just long enough for Allison to cum a second time. Right as the orgasm ripped through her body Blake thrust his big cock inside her and groaned. He came inside her in the bed she shared with her husband. She deepened in infidelity by soiling her marital bed, but she didn’t care. If anything, that made it hotter.</p><p>“Allison, you’re incredible,” Blake said.</p><p>She smiled and leaned down to kiss him before letting her body rest on top of his. Blake moved his hands through her hair and down her back and she smiled. She knew she was being a terrible wife, but she couldn’t deny the deep sense of satisfaction coursing through her in that moment.</p><p>“I’d like to say we’re not going to do this again, but I think we both know I’d be lying,” Allison said.</p><p>Blake’s cock was still hard inside her. Allison suspected he could fuck her again right then and there without any time to recover.</p><p>She began to move her hips and Blake moaned in response. “Can you go again?” she asked.</p><p>“I can,” he replied.</p><p>Allison smiled. She wasn’t even going to wait five minutes before fucking Blake again. She’d deal with the guilt later.</p>