"Francis is still so in love with his beautiful blue blooded English wife, they are both accomplished with no children. Living the perfect life.
But Sienna starts to feel a yearning, a stirring inside her. Visions. A desire for power and control in every area of her life. Her attraction to William their neighbour, a handsome rugged ex vet becomes undeniable. In part 1 she embarks on this passionate affair, having sex and feeling desire she never thought possible. She begins to take control in sex with her husband, but feels unfulfilled by him. And guilty of the secret she now keeps. She has to come clean.
Francis her husband is plagued by headaches and visions of Sienna with other men. He thinks he is going mad. He sees and feels changes in Sienna that he cannot explain. How does he navigate these new feelings?"

 “What have you got there?” Asked Francis, with amusement.  

“For you miss” the waiter said, whipping his hand from behind his back. He held a pair of bubble-gum pink hello kitty chopsticks. 

“Oh my goodness!” Mouthed sienna, her face screwed up in girlish glee. He found her obsession with Japanese kawaii unexpected, and adorable. They began to eat, they were famished.

 “How was your day darling?” asked Sienna, taking a sip of her white wine.

 “Mostly good. He replied cheerfully “However there are still so many students that are so behind. With the risk of sounding like an old man, so many of them seem to not want to work anymore.”

“Well you've taken that risk.” teased Sienna

“ I blame social media, and influencer culture. Hard work just isn't cool anymore.”

“Was hard work ever cool? Remember how wild we were at college?” Giggled sienna 

“Oh yes, I do. But we still got the grades!” Mused Francis.

 Suddenly he was taken back, back to their time in college. Out of nowhere he was back in his dorm room, he could smell old wood and the musty smell that occurred when men shared a space. He was on top of her on his single bed, tearing off her fishnet tights with his teeth, yearning to taste her. He could feel the eyes of his dorm mates, awoken by the noise. He wanted them to watch. He needed them to. Wait. That never happened. They had been wild in their own way for sure. Fucked bareback a few times. Smoked a little pot. One time when they were half cut, she had let him fuck her in the ass for a few minutes. Oh god. How great that had been. But they had never fucked with people watching. He didn't like that. She didn't like that. And she had certainly never worn fishnets. Wasn't her style. Why was he thinking about this? He felt himself grow hard underneath the table. Fuck. he needed to cum. She had a puzzled look on her face. He excused himself and went to the bathroom. Tried to calm myself down. It was no good. He unzipped his trousers and held his cock in his hands. Fuck. he was hard. He closed his eyes and his vision came back to him at the same point. She was naked now and his head was between her thighs. She was pushing his head down, moaning in pleasure as his tongue was deep inside her pussy. She tasted so good. 

“I've been eating peaches” she murmured between her moans “Do I taste good?” he moaned in agreement while still inside her. Oh god she did. He heard a loud cough and knew they were all awake now. He heard them moving around him. It made him harder. He felt a sudden twinge in his temple and there he was back in reality again. Fuck. hot cum shot out of his cock all over his boxer shorts. Fuck. what was coming over him? He felt ashamed. He sat in the stall for a moment, trying to slow his breathing. He hurried back to the table. She was there, examining her face in the mirror. She looked up at him inquisitively. 

“Are you ok?” She asked 

“Oh sure, sorry honey I'm just feeling a little under the weather is all." He replied sheepishly.

“Oooh let’s get you home then” she cooed.

When  they got back to the house she made him one of her herbal teas, "drink up" she said "it'll settle your stomach."

He drank it appreciatively, maybe he was ill. She was good to him. She had changed into a black lace nightdress. Demure but sexy. He swigged the remnants of the tea and lay behind her, stroking her long blonde hair. He loved how soft it was. She was so beautiful. His hands travelled down her back, pulling up the material to expose her porcelain white pert little ass. Fuck. he had one hand on each buttock, squeezing them. 

“Ow!” She said in slight annoyance. 

“Sorry darling” he heard himself say. “I meant to be more gentle.. I know you don’t like that..” He could see her tiny little asshole  and her perfect pussy. He was hard again. And it hurt him. He let out a sigh of exasperation which he tried to hide with a cough. She had turned to face him. He hadn't expected it  and quickly reached for the covers to hide his shame. She probably wasn't in the mood. She let  out a small surprising laugh and he felt her hand grabbed his hard cock. 

“I'm sorry Sienna..” he began 

“Don't be.” She replied quickly and turned round again, her ass brushing his leg. 

“Fuck me like this.”

 He couldn't quite believe it. She was rarely in the mood these days. And for years it had been strictly missionary. A blowjob on birthdays and their anniversary. He didn't mind. He loved her and the sex was still good all the same. She was grinding against him now, wow. He was hard. 

“Put a condom on.” She said, a slight twinge of impatience in her voice. He did so obediently. For some reason he wanted to do everything she said. He went to wet his fingers, “No need.” She said quickly. “I know what you were doing in the bathroom tonight. Reminiscing weren't you. You'll feel that I'm already quite ready.”

 With slight hesitation and surprise, he pushed his cock inside  her. She was wet. Wow. she was pushing her pert little ass into him, he couldn't believe how erect he was. Her pussy felt the same, but different. She was pushing against him harder than she had in such a long time. This was too much. Was he going to cum already? He normally had much more in him than this.. But he couldn't hold it in. watching that ass of hers, his cock so far inside her now.

 “Oh Francis, I love you,” she cried.

 “Oh baby” he whined “I'm so glad… I'm so glad you're mine” 

Mine. no sooner than he said it he erupted inside her. Then a lightning bolt of pain tore through his temple. It was red hot.

 “Aargh” he exclaimed, pulling out and grasping his forehead. 

“Are you ok?” she asked with concern. Maybe you are ill.”

 Maybe he was ill. He lay back on the bed, stroking his head.

“ I'll be fine sweetheart” he replied softly. 

“Good. She said, "I'm going to take a bath now.” He looked at her with interest. She seemed different. In what way he could not say.

She ran a bath, watching the room fill out with steam as she immersed herself with water. It was a touch too hot. Closing her eyes she submerged, her long hair flowing around her. She felt relaxed, yet strange. Then it hit her. There was a hand. A man’s hand. She came up for air, spluttering. But the hand was still there. This could not be real. She gingerly stretched out her hand to touch it. This ghostly hand. With nobody to be attached to. She felt its warmth, saw the veins, rigid. Then it moved. She stayed where she was, not moving a muscle. It cupped her breast, felt her nipples. She lay frozen in fear. What was happening? the hand started to travel down her belly, stroking her wet skin. The hand was almost between her thighs now. She felt fear. But also excitement. This was sick. She was surely going mad. She had to get out of the bath, she scrambled to get out, to her relief the hand did not stop her. Then it was gone. The bottom of the bath was slippery. She caught her foot and fell onto the bathroom floor.

“Oooh!” she screamed.."

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