Chapter 6: Diary

"What... what are you doing?" Marlee jerked in shock, struggling frantically in my arms. They say alcohol gives courage to cowards, and her struggles only made me want her more. I held her tight, letting her writhe in my embrace as the scent of her skin went straight to my head, stirring up my most primal urges. "Ms. Casson, I want you!" I blurted out, then leaned in to kiss her cheek. Marlee's face was fair and rosy, her skin looking so smooth it was almost unreal. When I pressed my lips to her cheek, her scent sent my blood racing. She twisted her head desperately to avoid me. After that first contact, my next few kisses missed, so I freed one hand and grabbed her breast. I could feel she wasn't wearing an underwire. Under my grip, her breast was full and springy, yielding under my hand. My body instantly reacted, pressing against her belly through my pants, making me ache. Marlee's face flushed crimson as she said anxiously, "Let go of me!" I took that as my cue. Without hesitation, I reached to unbutton her blouse. "No!" Marlee cried out, but seemed to suddenly remember her drunk husband lying nearby and instinctively covered her mouth. "That's right, don't scream, or your husband will catch us," I said, excitement rising. As I spoke, I undid the top two buttons of her blouse, exposing a wide stretch of pale skin. The swell of her breasts and the purple lace edges of her bra came into view. Marlee came to her senses and frantically grabbed my hands. But she was no match for me physically. With a hard yank, I ripped her blouse open. Now her blouse hung open, showing pale skin, her breasts cupped in lace, and her flat, smooth stomach on display. The sight of her half-naked body hit me hard. In my excitement, I yanked off her flimsy bra too. Her breasts popped free and bounced before my eyes, making me want to bite. Being suddenly bare up top almost made Marlee scream. "Please don't do this. My husband will find out!" Marlee's eyes filled with terror as she begged. "He's passed out drunk. As long as you don't scream, he won't know a thing," I grabbed her chin and turned her head to Ezra. "See? He's out cold, so you don't have to worry." Marlee's face twisted under my grip, her eyes wide with fear, looking pitiful. Normally, I'd never dare go this far. But after learning Marlee's secret and reading her mind, plus the buzz from the booze, I was riding a high. Even if I had to face the law later, I didn't care. With her breasts right there, how could I hold back? I grabbed them, kneading them hard. They were unbelievably soft and springy. I couldn't get enough. What surprised me was that, even after years married to Ezra, her areolas were a soft pink. Her nipples were pinker than I'd expected, and under my touch, they stiffened and pointed up. As I kept working her with one hand, Marlee went limp in my arms, barely resisting. She seemed like she was resisting and giving in at the same time, making my blood race as I strained against my pants. When I teased her nipples with my fingers, over and over, Marlee couldn't hold out. Her lips parted, and she let out a soft hum through her nose. I was thrilled-Marlee was already feeling it! I loosened the hand holding her, and she didn't fight me anymore. Ecstatic, I leaned in to kiss her cheek. Her skin was silky and sweet-smelling; it went straight to my head. Her brows knit, and her eyes fluttered shut, seeming to give in. I went for her mouth. Her lipstick-slicked mouth was soft and full, enough to make my heart stop. And it only made my desire burn hotter. Marlee's body shuddered, her eyes flying open. When the three of us fell earlier, Ezra ended up beside me, and Marlee and I were tangled together. When Marlee opened her eyes, she was staring right at her husband. "My... my husband is right there... don't do this..." Her voice was pitiful, but her protest only made me want her more. This thrill-cheating right in front of her husband-was something you'd only experience firsthand. My hands kept moving, from her stomach to her slim waist, sliding down to her ass. Her butt was wrapped in a silk skirt. I could still feel the softness and bounce, but the fabric dulled it. I hiked up her skirt, and the next moment, her pale, round, perky ass was right in front of me. Marlee had a classic apple bottom, the curve so mouthwatering it made me salivate. Black lace panties clung tight. Even though they weren't a thong, the fabric was wedged into a narrow strip. I could even catch a glimpse of pubic hair between her crossed pale thighs. I shuddered; I'd never felt a rush like that. I grabbed one cheek and slapped it. The sharp smack made her ass quiver. "Ah!" Caught off guard, Marlee let out a cry. But she quickly covered her mouth again, her eyes darting to her husband in fear. She was clearly worried Ezra might wake up. Her worry was pointless. He stayed dead asleep. But the look on her face only made me want her more. Especially with her husband right there. It felt like something out of a porn flick. In real life, I'd never dare imagine it, but today it was happening. I ground my hips against the curve of her ass. Through the lace, I slid right into that groove-it almost made me melt...