First Day Induction

The hairdryer drowned out the noise of the door closing, Michelle getting ready for the next day before bed.

She caught David in the mirror--now in just his shorts--a second before his arms wrapped around her in a hug, planting a soft kiss behind her ear.

Turning to face him, they held each other, no words spoken for a few minutes.

"This is... tough," Michelle admitted, "I shouldn't love you but I can't help myself."

"Same... similar. I know I shouldn't but you're... you're you. And I need you. You know me better than anyone else. All of me. I... yeah." David's words were stilted but definite.

"I know. I... I get it." Michelle admitted.

They held each other, neither willing to let go.

"Jess...?" Michelle asked.

"Sleeping. I tucked her in and she was snoring away... but tonight's about you," he pulled back, kissing her hands, "Where does it hurt?"

"Everywhere," she said softly.

David led her to the bed, sitting her facing him. He knelt before her, their lips meeting in a tender kiss--Michelle's untied hair falling around them like a veil as she leant forward.

Breaking the kiss apart, David lifted her right foot, massaging the sole and kneading the ball as he kissed the inside of her ankle. Michelle lay back on the bed, nightie riding up--"God that feels good!" she moaned softly.

David continued the slow massage of her foot, working at knots, finding the tension in her toes--lips never leaving her ankle. He switched to her left foot, repeating the gentle massage, working the tension from her feet as butterfly kisses touched her ankle.

His hands began to work up and down her calf, pulling the tension from them. Finding the weight of her corporate armour and easing it away. Her foot rested on his shoulder as he kissed the relaxing muscle. Michelle felt content, lying back on the bed, legs being massaged.

He worships me! He really does! God I fucking love him!

David moved to her other calf, fingers kneading away the tension of the day, bringing relaxation. His worshipful kisses continued from her ankle to her knee. Michelle sighed softly, relaxing into the bed.

Her right thigh was next, again kisses marked it as his whilst his hands worked her muscles, freeing her of any lingering tautness in the back of her leg before he worked his fingertips down the front of her thigh, stretching the muscle--easing its pain.

David moved across, finding the tension in her left thigh, soothing her physically, caring for her. His kisses trailed up the inside of her thigh, pausing over her naked heat. She felt his breath, warm and gentle on her wetness.

Please, I'm ready.

"Can you sit up please?" David asked, surprising her.

"Sure," she said as he held her left hand, helping her up before kissing her fingers and palm gently before massaging her hand with his. He moved his focus to her forearm, kissing up to her elbow before he worked the muscles free of any tension with the heel of his hand.

He moved to her right arm, still working methodically from her fingertips to her elbow. Michelle felt like he kissed every inch of skin, felt like she was melting as he pulled at her muscles--drawing the tension.

He climbed onto the bed, sitting behind her--legs either side of hers. Michelle leaned back into him--feeling his hardness in her back--turning her head to kiss him, letting him know she felt adored. David broke the kiss, "Can we tie your hair up? I need to massage your shoulders."

"I could lie on my front and you put it up over my shoulders?"

"That'd work"

After a long, deep kiss they shifted, Michelle lying down on her front, David straddling her bum. She gathered her hair, moving it so David could begin to massage the tension from her neck and shoulders. He started just below her hairline, pulling his fingers down her neck before spreading across her shoulders.

He found a knot above her left shoulder blade, easing it apart with a knuckle and a deep moan from Michelle.

Turning her head to the side she whispered to him, "Thank you. I didn't know how much I needed this... and do you know the best part?"

"No?"

"Every time you lean forward, I can feel that glorious cock of yours press against my arse!" She gave a gentle wiggle to highlight it.

"How unprofessional of me!" he chuckled, returning to his work on her shoulders.

David bent to her neck, covering it with soft sucking kisses as his hands trailed down her spine, lifting her nightie. His breath warm against her skin, raising goosebumps as his hands slid back lower, thumbs circling the dimples at the base of her spine before pulling out to her hips with more pressure.

Michelle had never been treated like this. She was used to lust, to quick, animalistic sex, five minutes at most; and this treatment from David--worshipful, loving--was dismantling any remaining doubts she had. He was making love to her without any penetration. A tear fell from her eye as she realised the enormity of what he was doing to her.

For her.

"Can you sit up again? Please?" he asked softly.

For you, anything.

"Sure. Anywhere you want me."

"Arms up," he directed, before lifting her nightie up and over her head, tossing it aside.

Michelle sat naked and utterly vulnerable in front of him, all of her armour gone.

David knelt in front of her, eyes locked together as his hand found hers. "I love you, Michelle."

"I know," she replied softly, "No one's ever... I've never felt... I love you too," eyes moistening again.

David used a thumb to wipe the tears away, kissing her again. "I haven't finished--there's more pain to kiss away."

She nodded, struck dumb by the emotions swirling inside her.

Starting at her neck, David's kisses trailed down her chest then concentrated on her breasts. His hands massaged them gently as he sucked and nibbled softly, never moving quickly. Michelle's nipples had hardened despite being untouched--she could see David's desire, his need for her fighting his restraint.

David paused, eyes lifting to meet hers--seeking permission. Michelle nodded, breath catching.

He cupped her breasts gently, thumbs brushing the undersides before lifting each one to his mouth. His lips closed around one nipple--soft at first, then a slow, deliberate suck that drew a low moan from Michelle. David's tongue swirled in lazy circles, teeth grazing just enough to spark pleasure without pain. His free hand massaged the other breast, kneading the heavy flesh, thumb flicking the neglected nipple in time with his mouth.

He switched sides, giving the second nipple the same reverent attention--sucking deeper now, tongue lashing the hard bud until it throbbed. His hands never stopped moving--rolling, squeezing, lifting.

Michelle felt worshipped. Cherished. Loved.

"Lie down, please," he ordered.

"I like you taking control," she replied, doing as he asked. David's kisses touched her stomach, moving slowly downwards inching towards where she needed him.

Michelle felt herself thrust up at him as his breath landed on her wetness. She expected him to dive in--to devour her--but he held still; his soft, warm breaths, teasing her more than any touch.

"Does anywhere else hurt?" he asked, almost innocently.

"Please... yes... you know where."

He slid his arms under her bum, pulling her closer, then with the same unhurried pace, his tongue ran from the bottom to the top of her folds--collecting her moisture. David's tongue settled into a steady rhythm, applying gentle pressure to her clit, pushing the flat into it. Every time Michelle pushed back, tried to grind, tried to increase his speed, he stopped. He wanted her to feel every stroke, every single kiss she had earned.

When he finally took her swollen nub into his mouth, sucking gently as the tip of his tongue flicked at it, Michelle lost her last ounce of self-control, hands grabbing the back of his head--pulling him deeper.

David held still, letting her grind herself on his tongue, feeling her climax shuddering through her and escaping almost as a sob. Her legs shook violently either side of his head as her body convulsed on each crest of the orgasm before she fell back, panting.

"Thank you. I love you. Thank you. Oh my god. Jesus. I... thank you." she babbled, "No one's ever... never... I love you. God, I fucking love you!".

She dragged him up, wrapping her arms and legs around him as they kissed.

Michelle clung to him, head buried in his shoulder--breathing in the scent of him, of them--for a long moment before pushing him upwards. Her eyes met his, fierce.

"My turn... headboard... sit. Sit," she said voice shaky but certain, pushing him to the top of the bed. She crawled up after him, dragging his shorts down, freeing his cock. Michelle took him in her mouth, a couple of quick sucks, a couple of quick rubs before she straddled him--hand still grasping him--and guided his tip to her entrance. She paused, letting him feel her heat for a second before she sank, deliberately slowly--enjoying the stretch.

David gasped as he was slowly enveloped, her walls rippling around him as she took the first few inches, then a couple more, then all of him.

Michelle leant forward, nose touching his--eyes sparkling, "I'm so full... so fucking full... of love. For you," she breathed against his lips before pulling him into a kiss. She began to roll her hips--small circles at first, grinding her clit against him.

She made slow, sensuous love to him with deep, rolling movements that let them both feel every inch, every vein, every pulse. Locking her hands behind his head, she held him close, her nipples drawing shapes on his chest. David's arms were around her waist, palms flat on her lower back, supporting her rhythm, encouraging her.

Every few rolls she paused and clenched around him deliberately, drawing low groans from his throat.

"Look at me," she whispered when his eyes fluttered closed. "I want to see you when you come."

David obeyed, their eyes locked together as she

increased the pace just enough--still slow, still deep--until she felt him swelling inside her. She leant forward, breasts squashing against his chest, foreheads touching.

"Together," she murmured, "Please. Together."

He nodded, hips thrusting to contrast her circling strokes, the pace increasing until Michelle feels him go, swelling then spilling deep inside her. Michelle buries her face in his neck as she shudders, walls pulsing around him, taking everything.

"I love you" he whispered, afraid of the silence.

"I know," she answered with a kiss.

***

Michelle dozed on his chest, knees still tucked up, David still deep inside her--softening slowly. She felt at peace--safe--but the world had to intrude eventually.

"David," she whispered, "You have to... you have to leave. I'm not ready to blow things up. I will be... soon."

"I know. I'm not either. But we will. I can't continue without you. I... I just can't."

She kissed him softly, "Still think I'm a bit of a bitch?" she asked with a smile.

"Always! Still take or leave me?"

"Always!"

***

David crept back to the marital bed. Jess snoring softly, oblivious. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at the ceiling, imagining what she was doing.

I can't go on like this. It's not fair on her.

He rolled into bed with a sigh--Jess stirred. "Where've you been?" she mumbled.

"Needed a wee."

The lies came easily now.

***

Upstairs Michelle pulled his hoody closer, held to her face so she could smell him even if only faintly. Her body ached.

For him.

***

I know he's up to something but he wouldn't... would he? Look at her. Yeah she's younger than me and she can be pretty but she either dresses like a tart or a scruff.

Jess watched David and Michelle smile at each other over the breakfast table.

He wouldn't... he wouldn't. It must be because they're working so closely together. It must be.

Michelle laughed at something David said.

What could she give him that I can't?

Nothing.

I'm being paranoid.

Surely.

Jess has been the first one up that morning, embarrassed at how hungover she'd been yesterday--she'd felt like a failure as a mum and a wife, barely functioning.

Last night she'd crashed out on the sofa and she vaguely remembered David putting her to bed and then climbing back into bed after his wee.

But I don't remember him being there before.

Across the table Michelle grimaced in time with a faint buzz.

"Everything ok, 'Chelle?"

"Er... work phone buzzing already. It doesn't stop!"

Then why do you look so pleased? Stop it, Jess! He's a good man. He wouldn't. He just... he wouldn't.

***

Returning to the empty house after the school run, she stood in the master bedroom--looking at herself in the mirror. Her figure was still trim and athletic after two kids.

I don't have Michelle's curves but he's never gone for women with curves. I'm still sexy. Maybe I could put more effort into how I dress but then look at him! Hoody and shorts until he's forced to put trousers on.

She remembered the way they both were before kids; the nights out, being young and in love, working hard, partying hard, both climbing the corporate ladder. They agreed she'd be the one to step back--it was what she wanted, what she had pushed for--but nearly a decade later, work friends had drifted away and she felt isolated. Lonely.

Alone.

***

Earlier, Michelle had waited at the top of the stairs before heading down to breakfast--waiting to hear David leave his bedroom. She'd hurried--difficult with love eggs inside her--to catch him on the stairs and passing him the remote in the hallway.

Breakfast had been quiet. Jess, normally the conversation leader had been quiet, tea sitting in front of her going cold. Michelle hadn't paid a huge amount of attention--David kept buzzing her at awkward times, teasing her; she'd nearly spilt tea down herself twice after the eggs had pulsed just as she went to take a sip.

***

Sitting in the passenger seat--they'd set the eggs on intense; betting on whether she'd be able to last the commute without coming--Michelle thought back over the morning to distract herself.

A shiver went down her spine.

"David?"

"Yes? Losing so quickly?" he grinned.

"No... I'm... no. Does Jess suspect anything? She wasn't herself this morning."

"I... I don't know... we've been careful. Well we haven't! But.. dunno. Fuck knows. Shit."

"Shit?"

"I'm... I'm just not... this will be hard."

"Are you sure it's what you want?" she said, voice cracking, terrified of either answer.

"What? Yes," he turned to glance at her quickly, "Michelle... I... yes. It'll be hard but I... I want you. I want to be with you."

He rested his hand on her thigh, "I choose you."

Final.

Definite.

Michelle felt warmth spreading through her--happiness.

I'll protect him. He's willing to give his family up... everything... for me. For all I can give him. Even if it's just my body.

She resolved herself--I will ease his pain when it comes. I have to.

Michelle put her hand on his thigh, offering the only reassurance she could; fingers digging in as she lost the bet two minutes from the car park.

***

They both knew they needed a slower day, that boundaries couldn't be pushed forever without getting caught. They'd laughed at the time they'd slipped away from Sue, knowing that being caught would lead to disciplinary action and probably being fired--definitely in Michelle's case--so they didn't push their luck.

At lunchtime they met in town--David leaving the office on his own before Michelle--and had lunch at a nice pub. They'd held hands on the table, they'd talked, they'd laughed. It would always be their first date to Michelle, even as it was tainted with the slow drip of fear of being caught. David had kissed her softly before returning to the office first, hoping to avoid causing any gossip.

Michelle sat alone for five minutes thinking of what she was asking of him. His marriage, his kids, the quiet suburban life. He'd lose friends, one of them would have to change their job--probably me.

What can I give him that she can't? She has it all and I'm just Michelle from HR. What about when my tits are saggy and I'm older? Will he stay? Am I worth it? Can I really ask him to do it? To give up everything?

***

As the car idled in traffic on the commute home, she reached for his hand, grabbing his attention.

"David, I... you have a good life with Jess. I... you should... I can't... you should stay with her. We should..." she took a deep breath, "David, I can't offer you what she can. I'm... you have a life with her," voice breaking.

"Michelle... no... I... I'm not..." he banged the steering wheel with the heel of his hand. "Fuck! Michelle--I choose you. I feel... i love Jess but she's not you. I choose you. I... I just can't carry on the way I was. Before you, without you. Fuck! Why is it so hard? Why can't I find the fucking words? I love you. You!" David nearly shouted the last part, frustrated in his own inarticulacy.

"But the kids... your life... I'm--"

"You're everything--everything--to me. I know the cost, I know the risk--hell if there's one thing I can do it's assess costs and risks--but I will pay it. I... I can't do anything else except love you."

"What if it's just lust? What if you see someone prettier, what if--"

"What if it fucking works?" David interrupted her angrily, eyes locked on hers, "What if you let me make my own decision? What if you stop being so fucking scared of being loved and just accept it? I love you, Michelle. You--big tits, tight cunt, mole on your hip, brown eyes, fucked up brain--you! All of you, you fucking idiot! I thought last night I showed y--"

She grabbed his head and dragged him to her, kissing, tongue pushing--desperate.

A horn beeped. They carried on kissing until the driver behind them leant on the horn, blaring it loudly.

***

The house was quiet--dark--when they walked in.

"Jess?" David called, voice confused. They headed to the kitchen--the one room downstairs with a light on. Jess sat at the table clutching a bank statement, face set hard.

"Je--"

"Your first day. Your first fucking day and you go and spend nearly £200 in Ann Summers. Why, David?"

"Jess, I--"

"You what, David? You needed a new dildo to fuck yourself with?" Anger bubbled through every word.

"Jess, it was me--I spilt coffee on my--"

"Oh fuck off, Michelle, you think I don't know it was you? You just tripped and fell on his cock did you? Fuck off!" Jess screamed the last words.

"Jess... it's not what you think," David offered to explain.

"Then what is it, David? What is it? You saw some big tits and a tight cunt and your dick just magically appeared in them?"

"Jess, I--"

"Shut the fuck up and get out of my house you fucking slag! Get out! Get out!" Jess dissolved into sobs.

"Jess, I--"

"Why?" she whispered, "Why wasn't I enough? The kids, this life... me? We give everything for you! Everything!"

"Jess, I... I didn't mean to..."

"I found her underwear in your bedside table. In my house. You piece of shit. You fucking piece of shit."

David shrank in the face of her grief, the moans of desolation biting at his soul.

"Where are the kids?"

"Don't pretend you care. Just...just fuck off with your tart. I loved you. I love you with everything and... and--"

"Jess, I'm sorry."

"YOU'RE FUCKING SORRY, MICHELLE?" You're fucking my husband! You fucking slapper--get out of my house! GET OUT!"

"It's not her fa--"

"Get out. Both of you. Get out of my fucking house."

They left quietly, shocked and untethered.

***

Jess sat at the kitchen table, seeing the betrayal in every corner and she wept; she wailed for the life they'd destroyed, the pain the kids would feel, her shame and the pity of her friends.