The Life of Riley Part One – Erotica – NSFW – 21+

She lay alone in the dark listening to the sound of her own heartbeat and the wind howling at the windows. It was still early in the afternoon but the winter made for dark afternoons.

She lived for days like these, she found that these were the times that the wind blew in clarity to her mind and swept away the cobwebs.

A calm always came after a good storm and she hoped that by morning the storm will have thrashed and battered against her conscience, leaving it new and clean.

She checked her phone and saw that she had been messaged by a client. She had to make money somehow and she had an expensive habit. Her husband had no idea what she got up to. He was a vicar and he was holier than thou. He was always at his church, with his parishioners and at events.

She considered herself still young and perky at 29. She was wasting away turning into a real vicars wife and she was greatful she didn’t look like one just yet. Her husband was a good man and she loved him and although she did what she did for the money, she couldn’t help but enjoy it sometimes. Every so often she would get a client who would give her an added bonus of a proper thrill.

She sat up on the bed, her bare feet touching the soft deep carpet. She was kept well by her husband. Before joining the church he was already rich from his family connections and he had kept her in a manner she had become accustomed to. The draw back to this was the amount of time she spent alone and the gambling habit which had followed.

She needed to feel the buzz in life again, after 6 years of marriage she felt her spark growing dim. When she looked in the mirror, her eyes no longer shone their once bright self.

She had met her husband at a work event when she was working as a temp for a charity. He was still going through his religious studies degree and she had hoped that at the end of the course he would have given up on the idea. When the time came his mind was set, she loved him and made the compromise to marry him even though it wasn’t the life she would have chosen.

Before they were married they would have sex in every room of the house, stay in bed together at weekends and now he came home exhausted and at weekends he sometimes didn’t come home at all. His dedication was solely to his parishioners and she felt like she had become a meer part of the furniture.

She often wanted to tell him the situation she had found herself in but she also knew he would never trust her again. She had learnt long ago to never trust a survivor until you find out what they did to survive. She knew he would feel the same.

She raised from the bed, dressed for her date and made her way downstairs. She pulled on her wellington boots and rolled her jeans up. She slipped her thick padded walking jacket on and zipped it up just leaving enough open to show her cleaveage peaking out over the top of her jumper.

She shouted the dogs, they ran into the kitchen, jumping around her feet as she placed their leads on. The excitement of the dogs frustrating her as they tangled the leads around her feet. “Oh no, you don’t” she stressed in a stern voice to them.

As she walked past the sink she saw used tea bags in the bottom. Her husband hadn’t been home all day and she had not made a drink. Confused she put them out of her mind and walked the dogs out of the door.

She made her way down the country lane, the wind blowing her hair. She crossed the road and entered the woods across from her house. Once safely deep in the woods she let the dogs off the lead. She heard leaves crunching behind her, this was the usual place she would meet him. He was originally a regular client but he was more than that to her now and she only accepted the money from him because of how up to her neck in it she was.

He was married too, so he didn’t mind sharing her but feelings had developed between them and he had the misfortune of being her husbands mechanic.

It evaded her how she managed to find herself in this situation. It started out so uncomplicated. He had accidentally found her advertising online as a local escort. She wore a mask in her photos but he had recognised a mole she had on her shoulder and he knew it was her.

He had approached her in the local supermarket and he whispered in her ear if he could book her. It all started from there and she didn’t complain because he was good looking. It became a regular thing but two months after agreeing their arrangement, the rules were broken when he stayed over at her house whilst her husband was away and the dynamic of things changed.

Water flowed nearby as the leaves continued to crunch under foot. She felt his presence behind her in the wood, him breathing on her neck. He wore different aftershave today, he had shaved his stubble and his soft smooth lips slid across her skin.

She turned around and smiled at him. Her eyes meeting his deep pools. “Did you get the test results yet?” He asked in a soft concerned tone. “Yes, negative but it was a close call this time”. She sighed, worry showing on her brow.

“You will need to be more careful in future baby” the words were tender and soothing as he put her at ease and stroked her face. She was more worried about her husband finding out about the gambling debt than her infidelity and a potential pregnancy.

He tilted her chin up so her lips met his. He paused before kissing her, taking his time to look into her eyes, his lips brushing hers. All at once his lips parted and he took her top lip between his. His kisses were warm and they spread right to her thighs.

He moved away from her, her face still in his hand and as he whispered “I love you, Riley”. She sighed and walked away after the dogs. He went after her, “I know you love me Riley, you can’t hide it from me. I see it all in your eyes and I taste it on your lips everytime I kiss you”.

She turned to glare at him, a smile on her lips giving away her pleasure at hearing him say the words. “Of course I love you Lawrence, I just wish there was some way to go back in time and meet you earlier. Things would be so different”.

The dogs ran around at their feet as they made their way deeper into the woods hand in hand. They stopped at his cabin, concealed within the bushes and trees. She felt like she had spent more time here than at home recently. It was her safe place, here in this wood with him. When they were together, the outside world no longer existed.

She entered the familiar cabin, it was basic but to them it was perfect. Inside was a couch bed, a wood burner, candles, blankets and a camping stove. His fishing gear stood in one corner cobwebbed. The dogs followed her in and got in their baskets by the already lit burner. He followed in behind her, taking time to admire her ass as she walked through the door.

He watched as she approached the sofa and removed her coat. She unbuttoned her jeans and removed her wellies. She stood there in her jumper and lace panties. The material clinging around the curves of her ass. The sun shone through the lace curtain at the window in shards of light which caught her long auburn hair and made it flicker like flames. She was beautiful, with hazel eyes which changed colour in the light to a dazzling green. He watched as she bent over and put her wellies back on. Her panties stretching over her ass to reveal her swollen pussy lips through the material.

He couldn’t help but wonder what things ran through her mind, she was a mystery to him. He reached for her hand and walked her outside, the smell of fresh cuttings and damp moss lingered in the air as he walked her to the fence behind the cabin which overlooked the stream.

She stood at the fence, the cold nipping at her legs. She looked down at the water bubbling and gliding over the rocks and down stream. He closed in behind her and swept her hair from her neck with a delicate sweep of his rough fingers. His soft lips touched her neck and she shuddered as she felt his breath and chin against her skin. He moved his lips to her ear, taking her dangling earring in his mouth, his tongue gently stroking and caressing her earlobe. He took his time with her, enjoying every sensation, their bodies were attuned to each other’s needs and spoke the same language.

He unbuttoned his jeans, slipping them down to his knees. His cock was hard and it throbbed to fuck her. He stood behind and slid his fingers under the edge of her panties and ripped them from her. He slid his hands up her jumper and cupped her breasts as she bent over the fence and he rammed his hard cock into her already wet pussy.

He moved inside her agonisingly slowly as she started to moan and push back against him, her rocking her hips against his every thrust. His cock slid in and out of her pussy, her wetness dribbling down his cock. He slid out of her, now lubed up with her juices and slid into her tight ass making her gasp. He fucked her ass hard and deep, her head falling back in pleasure against his shoulder. Her hands gripped the wooden fence, her hair in his face as he inhaled her intoxicating scent.

She worked her ass back against his cock as he started to swell and tense. He whispered “Riley” in her ear as he slipped two fingers into her pussy. He shot his load inside her as she orgasmed around his fingers. He pulled out of her, her legs still trembling and her cum running down her legs. She turned around to see him sucking his fingers clean.

Her eyes met his as he grabbed behind her neck, pulling her close and pushed his tongue deep into her mouth. She tasted herself on his tongue as his arms enclosed around her, he lifted her ass as she wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her into the cabin closing the door with his foot.

As the door shut her husband stepped out from behind a tree. He had seen everything. He felt betrayed but worst of all was the hard on his trousers, struggling against his chastity cage.

He stood there thinking what to do. He ought to kick her out but it wouldn’t look good in the community and he could not get over how turned on he was seeing his wife like that. She was meant to be his personal porn star but he had never seen her perform like that. He was tempted to confront them now but he knew they would be naked and fucking. The thought sent a thrill through his body, why did it excite him so? He guessed the rules had just changed as his cage grew tighter.

He walked slowly and cautiously towards the cabin, not wanting to alert them to his presence, giving him the element of surprise. He reached the door and could hear laughing coming from inside. He lifted his hand and hesitated before he knocked. The sound of his knuckles rang out through the woods as they made contact with the door.

As the noise reverberated around the cabin, the place fell silent inside followed by distorted noises and whispering. Lawrence opened the door slightly with a creek “Oh hello David, can I help you with something?”.

“Hey Lawrence, just wondered if you had seen my wife out walking today?”. Lawrence kept the door tight to his body concealing the cabin behind, he was bare chested with just his jeans on.

“No sorry David, I haven’t. I will let her know you are looking for her if I see her”. David glanced at the window but he could not see movement inside through the curtains. The dogs began to bark inside as they recognised David’s voice. Colour rose to Lawrence’s cheeks.

Unsure of what to do, David walked away silently as Lawrence closed the door. Once back behind the safety of the door, he sighed. “Something was off with him, I know he knows but he was so calm”. Riley sat with her head in her hands, rubbing her temples, “Not today” she begged.

A knock at the cabin door made them both jump. Lawrence opened the door. “Look David, we can explain”. David’s face was pale and stern as he asked if those were his dogs barking. Riley appeared at the door naked, albeit a blanket over her shoulders.

“Can I come in?” David said in a timid voice. They moved out of the way and let him in. Lawrence closed the door behind him as they stood in an awkward silence. David’s eyes were on the floor looking at their abandoned clothes. His eyes raised to Riley’s as she stopped him before he spoke “Please let me explain David”.

“There is no need to explain Riley, I saw everything. I saw him fucking you and I saw the way you looked at him” he said in a calm voice. “But I’ve not come here to stop you, I’ve come here to offer you my services”.

“What do you mean by services David?” Riley questioned a look of confusion on her face. David asked her to sit on the sofa, as she did he dropped to his knees. He looked up at her “Let me show you what I mean”. Riley tried to interject but before she could stop him, he parted her legs wide and his tongue delved into her dripping pussy and ass. Him tasting and savouring Riley and her lovers cum.

Riley began to rock and moan against David’s face, Lawrence stood there shocked, his mouth open and his cock hard. David stopped and looked over to him. “Your turn next” he said with a smile on his face.

“Look David, I’m not Bi!” Lawrence said backing away. Riley looked over to him “How do you know Lawrence unless you try it sometime? I want to see him suck your cock”.

To be continued…

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