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Lily stared at the call display for several rings, bracing herself for more bad news. She answered the phone the way she always did, announcing her first and last name into the receiver, only this time she didn’t bother bringing the speaker to her ear. She saw it was John calling, and she already knew why. She heard his faint voice making the sounds of excuses, something she should have been used to, but wasn’t. "I didn’t hear that John" she said in her coldest tone. "I said I can’t pick you up from work tonight," he repeated, "so you’ll have to take the train again." "Fine" she replied, hanging up. She put her head in her hands and screamed silently as the phone rang again. It was John calling back, no doubt wanting an explanation for the hang up, or maybe just picking another fight. She did her best to ignore it, getting back to her keyboard, but her trembling hands failed her, tears of frustration welling up behind her eyes. Lily hated her life. Since they got married and moved to the suburbs, John always drove Lily to work, fighting traffic for an hour and a half every day, raging the whole way. What had once been a newlywed comfort cruise had devolved into a cold war, just like her marriage. Tensions always bubbled right at the surface; she was deceived by long, uncomfortable silences, paranoid exchanges, and the Modern Bride bliss she had been promised. When she was single, Lily lived alone in a downtown flat and would walk to work every day, the morning stroll calming and coiling her, preparing her mind for the grind. No longer for her, this peaceful routine; now she considered herself lucky if she made it through the drive with nerves intact. Lily focused on her emails and tried to forget John and the prospect of the jostling, waiting, heat and misery of the train. She fumed, grinding her teeth at the smiling wedding photo framed on her desk. He probably had to work late, or perhaps another excuse. Regardless, Lily knew she’d dine alone again. John would inevitably crawl into bed long after she was asleep, kissing her awake, all the while betrayed by his martini perfume. These midnight fumblings and his snored satisfaction were the best she could hope for. When five o’clock rolled around, Lily left the office into the sweltering summer heat, pushing along the crowded sidewalk for ten blocks before climbing the train station steps in her wobbling red heels. On board, she was relieved to find an empty seat at the end of the car. She sat uncomfortably with her knees clamped together as the usual roving eyes pined for a glimpse of stocking. She kept her head down, buried in a Dan Brown book, ever adjusting her skirt as it rode up her thighs with every bump on the track. A high school boy kept peeking at her legs with a stunned look. She fastened the top button of her blouse, killing her cleavage, and tried to lose herself in the novel but couldn’t focus. She imagined John with his wavy hair and reptilian smile charming an overweight secretary over drinks, but the solarium heat and rank bodies of the train replaced her paranoia with defeat. The moist air coated her skin and filled her lungs, and she didn’t care. When the conductor announced her station, she slipped out of her seat and balanced on her heels until the train came to a jolted stop. She clopped to the end of the platform, crossed the street towards the bus stop, her mind reduced to soft static. She crossed her legs and waited several minutes before she heard someone hollering her name. She blinked for a moment at the black pickup across the lane before realizing it was Alex, her neighbour. He poked his head out the window and smiled. "Lily! Want a ride?" Alex and his wife Judy lived two doors down and were pretty much the first people Lily and John met after moving into the neighbourhood. They became fast friends. Last summer, all four would nurse patio beers long after barbeques, lounging by the pool and cheering the night. A great couple, Alex never bored of Judy’s endless anecdotes, his bright smile and blue eyes radiating interest. He seemed to always run his fingers along her skin; massaging and fondling her while she curled into his touch. Lily always felt a little jealous of this, since John was never affectionate in public, and in private was always very businesslike when it came to romance. Alex seemed to know better. When it was time to leave, he would scoop Judy into his arms and carry her off as she squealed in delight. "Well?" he asked, still smiling. "Sure!" Lily replied as she got up from the bench. She walked around in front of the truck and Alex followed her with his eyes, reaching across and opening the door from the inside. She slid up into the truck, her skirt bunching up again at her upper thighs. She adjusted, self conscious, and looked at Alex as he pretended not to notice. He gunned the engine and they were off. Alex was taller than John, quite a bit taller really, and in much better shape. Since the winter, she hadn’t seen much of Alex and Judy besides hurried hellos and brief exchanges, and Lily noticed that Alex looked different now. His curly brown hair that had once been cropped very short was now longer and messier. Thick stubble dotted his face, which somehow brightened the rest of his features. He looked relaxed in his blue jeans and white cotton t-shirt, the tiny sleeves dwarfed by his long arms. Lily felt a tinge of guilt as she admired Alex’s physique. The steering wheel spun in his loose grip. "How’s Judy?" Lily asked. Alex’s eyes never left the road. "She’s great, thanks. She has a dental conference in Denver this week, so I’ve been fending for myself." "When is she coming back?" "Friday. In the meantime, I’ve been eating fast food all week." Alex patted his stomach and laughed. "She better get home soon or I’ll start getting a belly!" They locked eyes for an instant before he turned back to the road. Lily felt the blood rushing to her face as she blushed uncontrollably. Alex smirked as he continued to drive. "John is still at work" Lily offered awkwardly. ‘Sorry?" "John usually drives me home, but today he had to work late. I took the train. That’s why I was waiting the bus stop. He usually drives me." Lily closed her mouth to stop talking. "Busy guy, that John." The silence opened up in front of her but she didn’t feel nervous. Alex turned up their street and curved along the winding road to her house. He parked the truck in front and turned the engine off. "Here we are" he said. Before she knew what she was doing, she invited Alex in for dinner. The food was already prepared, she reasoned, having cooked the meal late the night before. John wouldn’t eat his share, since he would no doubt be eating out, and Alex was home alone. She tried to seem casual about the invitation, but she couldn’t meet his gaze. He accepted, and she rushed from the truck and towards the house, leaving Alex to trail behind. She unlocked the door and was hit by the cool air inside. Alex followed, and she shut the door behind her. Instantly, she was in his arms, kissing him. He held her tight and explored her mouth confidently, his tongue running along Lily’s lips as he tasted her. Her mind flashed objections but she couldn’t read them, instead passionately returned his kiss with only her eyes revealing any hesitation. When he released her, she dropped to her knees and fumbled with his fly, releasing his thick cock. She eyed it with a mix of excitement and fear. She always expected Alex would be big, since he radiated that kind of confidence, but she had never been this close to something so dangerous. The veins throbbed blue blood into the shaft and it hardened in her hand. She sucked on it, hoping to please him, and he tilted his head back and groaned. She coated his cock with her tongue and wondered how it would feel inside her. She felt herself becoming very wet as she feasted on him. Before Lily could come to her senses, Alex reached down and, in one motion, scooped her off her feet and onto his shoulder. Her carried her into the living room and tossed her on the couch. He kneeled and bunched her skirt up around her waist. Lily shivered in anticipation as Alex took his time exploring her body with his tongue, darting it in and out, tasting the soft flesh of her upper thighs before inhaling the scent of her panties. He peeled them off and spread Lily’s legs wide as he ate her pussy. He sucked on her clit as she thrashed in approval, grinding his stubble against her smooth skin. He licked her deep, strumming her clit with his thumb as she groaned into orgasm. Panting, Lily opened her eyes and saw Alex staring into them, grinning his patented smile. "I’ve wanted to do that ever since I first saw you" he said. Lily could only reply with a groan as he kissed her, tasting her own juices on his lips and loving it. He entered her slowly as she wrapped her legs around his back. She felt him stretching her, and she gritted her teeth to keep from crying out. He began pumping her slowly as her pussy adjusted to his size, loosening up as she lubricating his cock. She dug her nails in and bit his shoulder as he fucked her deeper. Lily’s mouth was agape, another silent scream, staring up at Alex with shock and awe as he increased the tempo. He put her legs on his shoulders and pounded her, her silence broken with a cry so primal that Lily couldn’t believe it came from her. Flipping her over onto her stomach, Alex pushed his cock inside her again, this time with more force, and he fucked her hard and fast from behind. Lily was wailing. She felt every inch of his cock buried deep inside her, the bulbous head massaging her cervix as he grinded up against her ass. She put her face in the pillows and screamed as she came hard. She was shivering and whimpering when he pulled out, gently massaging her pussy and licking her breasts as she recovered. When she was ready, Lily mounted Alex and rode him hard, impaling herself on his cock and covering it in her juices. She bucked wildly as he thrust inside her, her big tits bouncing in his face. He sucked her nipples whenever he could catch one, and Lily held his head close to her, his cock throbbing and growing inside her. She wanted to feel him explode. She slowly swivelled her hips, milking him with her soft pussy, her whispers urging him to cum inside her. When he finally did, Alex held her tight to his chest, her breasts mashed against him as his cock shot waves of cum deep inside her. They both cried out in mutual ecstasy before she collapsed against him, both panting now, kissing silently as his cock softened from her grip. After a moment, Alex rose. "I should go" he said, his face now filled with guilt and regret. He hurried into his clothes and was out the door, leaving Lily naked, soaked and alone. She curled up on the couch, her knees to her chest. Alex’s cum warmed her body and she basked in the glow. All of her frustrations were momentarily washed away. Lily eventually rose from her blissful doze. She tidied up the living room and ate a quiet dinner. The whole time, she thought of Alex fucking her and decided that, even if it meant divorce for both of them, she had to have him inside her again. She crawled into bed and pleasured herself to the image of Alex between her thighs. As she climaxed for a final time, she heard keys jingling in the front door. Lily curled into her pillow and made sure she was fast asleep before John came upstairs. alexander_the_good