Game of Lust: Breaking Point by John Sheridan Page A

house were all out, but I had already lit a half dozen candles. They
were positioned in different corners of the room. It created a peaceful and
intimate setting. A wave of tingles trickled down my spine at the feel of his
strong hand on my ass cheek. I looked back over my shoulder at him and smiled.
He knew the rules. I was his. He could touch any part of my body. He could suck
my tits, squeeze my ass, run his tongue anywhere, and cum over any part of my
body, but we were not allowed to kiss. I was not allowed to touch him. And no
part of his body was allowed inside my pussy. That was off limits.
    ‘Do you want a glass of wine?’ I asked him.
    ‘I am driving. I shouldn’t.’
    ‘You are having one,’ I told him. There was no room
for debate.
    He would break, even if I had to get him drunk.
    I stepped out of his reach and back into the hallway.
Axel remained in the living room. A smile spread across my face, as I entered
the kitchen. This felt so exciting. I was finally going to break Axel. I just
had to hide the fact that he got me so wet. Just the feel of his hands upon my
body could melt my heart. I fancied the pants off of him. Being in such close
proximity to him made my pussy ache. I needed to be strong, stay composed, and
show that I was the dominate one in this situation.
    ‘Is this your husband?’ I could hear him ask.
    Axel must have found the photos.
    I had placed them near the candles.
    The only photos in the room were single ones of me
and single ones of a man.
    ‘Yes. That is Steve,’ I lied.
    Steve did not exist. I had realised early on that
men get some kind of extra kick out of the game if they thought I was married.
It also gives me a good excuse for why they can’t fuck, finger, or lick my pussy.
I play the housewife part. I say how I love my husband, but we don’t have sex
because of his bad health. This is the justification for why I need to feel
wanted by a man. Most men don’t ask too many questions. They just get a buzz
out of the idea that they are being bad with a nervous wife that would never
betray her husband. I have never had to resort to bringing someone back to my
house before, but Axel was a special case. He was my Everest. I downloaded
several photos of a guy off the internet, stuck them in picture frames, and
hung them around the room. Picking up a fake wedding ring was easy enough. I
wore it at work and allowed everyone to think I was married. It was kind of fun
having this secret life that no one knew about.
    ‘Are you sure he won’t be back tonight?’
    ‘I am positive.’
    I plucked the wine from the fridge door and located
a pair of glasses in the cabinet.
    ‘I just don’t want you to get into trouble,’ said
Axel, as he stepped into the kitchen.
    ‘We won’t get into trouble,’ I reassured him. This
was so naughty. There really was no danger. I lived alone in this house. Nobody
would be coming back, but Axel believed that someone could walk through the
door at any moment. That increased the danger level for him. This would mean
his heart would be beating faster and his adrenaline would be going through the
roof. All of this will help me in breaking him.
    I poured the wine into the glasses.
    I placed the bottle upon the kitchen counter and
picked up the glasses of wine.
    ‘Axel...’ I sighed softly, as he reached around and
caressed my breasts.
    My tits were tingling.
    ‘I have been thinking about you all day,’ he
whispered into my ear.
    I could feel his lips upon the curve of my neck.
    ‘I can’t get you out of my head.’
    ‘I can’t stop thinking of you,’ I replied.
    ‘Do you mean that?’
    ‘Yes. I am crazy about you, but...’ He cut me off.
    ‘You are married.’
    ‘Yes,’ I lied.
    ‘And what if you weren’t married?’
    ‘We wouldn’t need these rules. I would let you do
anything you wanted to me.’
    ‘I wish you were not married.’
    ‘I do, too. If I was single I would let you hitch up
the back of my night gown and fuck me over the