Chapter 105

A beautiful woman with auburn hair stood barefoot in her spacious kitchen preparing some of her world famous cupcakes. The soft whir of the electric mixer filled the air as Sofia gently folded chunks of fresh strawberries into the vanilla cupcake batter.

She had always loved this ritual, aside from gardening which was of course number one. Baking had always been her escape or if you might so put it, a small pocket of control in a life that had slowly slipped from her grasp over the years.

Today she was wearing a simple lavender sundress that hugged her full breasts and flared softly at her wide hips. Her long auburn hair was tied in a loose bun, with a few rebellious strands framing her delicate face.

Everything felt... almost normal, well that is, until the first heavy raindrops began to strike against the window.

Plink... Plink... Plink...

Sofia’s hands slowed on the mixer. She turned her head toward the garden and watched as the sky darkened, and the downpour intensified. The roses she had so carefully tended bowed under the sudden assault of the rain.

At that moment her shoulders slumped as a deep, wistful sigh escaped her soft lips.

"Rain again...?" She murmured to herself.

The sound of rain always seemed to do this to her. It always managed to pull her back through the years to a time when her now tired heart still felt fresh and full of what you might probably call life.

She could still remember it like it was just yesterday. Their honeymoon in good old Hawaii. The way the rain had suddenly poured down on them one evening as they walked along the beach path near their resort.

Her husband, at least back then when he was still hers, had given that deep boyish laugh of his that managed to piss her off because of how the rain had ruined her makeup.

After laughing at her, he notice her upset expression and tried to coax her but she was still upset with him and refused to talk. So the annoying man had decided to do something unexpected that day.

He took her hand and pulled her into the rain, saying softly.

"Alright, since my sofia is still upset with me, how about I dance for her to cheer her up."

At first she thought he was joking, but then he really did dance. She remembered trying to hold the smile that was threatening to come out, before he pulled her in to dance with him. She just couldn’t stay mad at him.

And that was because even though he wasn’t the handsomest of men, at least not by conventional standards. With a jaw that looked a little weak, hairline that was already thinning by twenty-five. She had still loved him with the pure, foolish devotion of a young woman who had believed that marriage was forever.

In the beautiful rain, they had spun and laughed like children, with their barefoot on the wet sand, her dress sticking to her body and his shirt clinging to his chest.

Then later the crazy man had cupped her face with both hands and kissed her so passionately that the world looked like it might have disappeared around them for a minute or two. Rainwater had even mixed with the stupid tears leaking out of her eyes at that time.

"I’ll always love you forever, Sofia," he had whispered against her lips, while looking at her with affection. "No matter what."

Sofia closed her eyes tightly while gripping the edge of the counter until her knuckles turned white.

’Forever.’

What a cruel joke.

The same forever that had lasted barely thirteen years before the late nights, the lies, the strange perfume on his collars, and eventually the discovery of his side chick.

The same man who had once danced with her in that Hawaiian rain now looked at her with pure indifference. That is, if he even manages to look at her at all.

Tears began forming at the corner of her eyes.

"Why? Why did you have to ruin everything?" She whispered bitterly to the empty kitchen. "I gave you my youth... my body... my heart. And yet you still threw it all away for some cheap whore."

A wave of loneliness suddenly crashed over her. Emily was already growing up, and was becoming more independent by the day. Her husband was rarely at home. Now this big house, if she was being truthful to herself, was beginning to feel less like home and more like a beautiful cage with every passing day.

Her mind, treacherous as always these days, drifted to him.

Alex.

That day in the garden was really wrong but also felt strangely nice. She could still remember the way those forest green eyes looked at her with such intensity that it made her heart skip a beat. She could still feel the way his fingers had brushed her cheeks, then later roamed boldly over her body.

How he had kissed her passionately yet softly. The way his... Cough... length had stretched her so deeply, hitting places her husband had never and would definitely never reach in any woman. And finally the way he had made her scream and beg and cum until her voice grew hoarse.

Sofia’s cheeks flushed a deep red, as heat bloomed in her belly, spreading rapidly between her legs as she thought of that young man.

’No. Stop it, Sofia. He’s Emily’s friend and barely in his early twenties while you’re a married woman... a mother for that matter!’

But her stupid body refused to listen.

Her nipples had already stiffened into tight peaks, pressing insistently against the thin fabric of her sundress. A slick warmth gathered between her legs, and she even tried pressing her thighs together, but that seemed to only make the ache sharper.

"I’ll do this just once..." She whispered to herself, her voice trembling. "Yes, just this once to get it out of my system."

She glanced at the clock. Good, there was still time. Emily wouldn’t be back for at least another hour and a half. And as for her so-called husband, the man was away on a business trip. Yeah right! Like she didn’t find out that he was taking his dumb mistress with him to Paris with some of their savings.

Before the guilt could fully take hold, Sofia turned off the mixer and walked quickly to the living room. Her heart hammered wildly as she sank into the large sofa. Then with shaky hands, she pulled the hem of her sundress up to her waist.

She wasn’t wearing any panties, something she had started doing more often since that crazy day, as if her body was subconsciously hoping for another encounter.

Her delicate fingers then slid between her already soaked folds.

"Ahh..." She gasped softly.

In her mind, it was Alex touching her. She imagined his strong hands spreading her thighs wife open. His handsome face buried deep between her legs, with his tongue licking long, slow stripes up her dripping pussy before sucking hard on her swollen clit.

"Alex..." She moaned quietly while circling her clit with two fingers.

The fantasy intensified. She pictured him above her, with his powerful muscles flexing as he thrust that massive cock deep inside her. The way he had groaned her name, and the filthy things he had whispered while pounding her into heaven.

"Shit, you’re so fucking wet for me, Sofia..."

Her fingers moved faster, plunging two, then three fingers inside her aching core. Wet, obscene sounds filled the living room, mixing with the sound of raindrops against the windows. Her other hand squeezed one heavy breast, pinching the nipple hard just like Alex had done.

"Oh God... yes... right there..." She whimpered, while bucking her hips shamelessly against her hand.

She was so close already. The memory of his thick veiny length stretching her, the feeling of being completely filled and owned, pushed her rapidly toward the edge of her release.

"Alex... Yes fuck me... Please... I’m yours..."

Her orgasm slammed into her like a tidal wave. Sofia’s back arched violently off the couch, with her meaty thighs trembling uncontrollably as powerful waves of pleasure rippled through her core. A gush of her honey coated her fingers and dripped onto the cushion.

She bit down hard on her lower lip to muffle the loud cry that tried to escape, but a broken, needy moan still slipped out.

For several long seconds, pure bliss consumed her, before reality finally came crashing back down.

Sofia sat up slowly, staring at her glistening hand with a wide, horrified gaze, as the afterglow of the powerful orgasm vanished, instantly replaced by a crushing wave of shame and disgust.

’Oh my God. What have I done...?’

She looked around the living room, her living room! Where she had raised Emily, where their family photos still hung on the walls, and felt sick.

"Oh my God..." She whispered, voice cracking as hot tears welled up in her eyes. "I’m disgusting. I’m a horrible mother... a horrible wife..."

She rushed to the kitchen sink on unsteady legs and washed her hands vigorously, as if she could scrub away the sin along with the evidence of what she had just done.

’He’s your daughter’s friend, Sofia. Practically a child compared to you. What kind of woman masturbates to the thoughts of her daughter’s classmate?’

Fresh tears slid down her cheeks.

"I can’t do this again," she told herself firmly, while gripping the edge of the sink. "It was just a moment of weakness. That’s all. It won’t happen ever again. I won’t let it."

But even as she spoke the words, a small treacherous voice in the back of her mind whispered.

But it felt so good, so stop lying to yourself. He made you feel alive again. He made you feel desired and wanted. Besides if that stupid man could cheat on you...

Sofia shook her head hard, trying to get rid of the thought. She returned to the cupcakes, and forced herself to focus on scooping the batter into the tray. At the very least, baking should make her temporarily forget about her fucked up life, even if it’s just for a short while.

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A/N

Hey guys, sorry if this Chapter felt unexpected, but at this point I felt it was a good time to look at things from Sofia perspective. But don’t worry we’ll head right back to our boy, Alex next Chapter.

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