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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five

“I’ll be late tonight, Mercy, So, don’t worry over
dinner. Love you!”

I re-read David’s text, wondering why he’d suddenly start
keeping in touch with me again. Was his odd behavior a reflection of my own or
was it something he was up to?

Or perhaps it was the almost great sex we’d had that night
in the bathtub. I have to admit some of that was just David’s renewed
enthusiasm and the rest was imagining it was Alex doing all of that to me.

Putting the phone down, I called my next client and went to
work. As I cut the woman’s hair and chatted, I still wondered what the heck
that text meant.

I looked across the salon floor to where Alex was busy
cutting another woman’s hair. He was certainly good at his job and putting his
customers at ease if the increase in business was an indicator.

I assumed the ladies were telling their friends about the gorgeous
god now cutting hair at her salon. Inhaling deeply, I went back to cutting
hair. Maybe I could slip away to my office for a moment after I finished with
this client?

Shifting around, the tension in my groin increased as I
watched Alex with his client. I thought perhaps it was time to talk some sense
into myself.

Letting the client ramble on about their grandchild that
tested four grade levels higher than his peers, I made the proper sounds at the
right time, but I was thinking more about my own situation and cutting her
hair.

I loved my husband, but damn, if Alex wasn’t tempting…. I
keep telling myself that my attraction to the man had more to do with boredom
in my marriage, but the man was just hot and he tempted me.

Maybe it was just the gay aspect? I still didn’t understand
this all. He’d been in a relationship
with
a man. Could men be bi?

Speculating, I looked over to the object of my attraction
and realized he’d finished with his client and was watching me from his chair.

A sudden bolt of desire coursed through me and it must have
showed because Alex’s lips parted and he leaned towards me.

Deep breath, Mercy. Do your job!

I thought about that kiss in my car and knew that the man
wanted me; I just didn’t understand why.

And what about my marriage? Could it be saved? David was
going to have to put in more effort, but I thought we could, perhaps save it.

But I really wanted Alex too. Even now, the urge to run off
to my office was overwhelming!

I quickly finished up with the client and swept up the hair
that had been left behind.  I watched the pile as I swept it up and wondered if
this was how my current dilemma was going to end - everything piling up until
some great collision occurred, then a larger force would come and sweep it all
away.

“Stop being so silly Mercy,” I thought. Hair stylist
philosophy means it’s time to make a decision.

“Mercy, let’s have lunch while it’s quiet. Alex, you can
watch the floor, can’t you?” Mary, my friend and the other stylist, asked.

“Sure, you ladies can bring me something back if you don’t
mind?” Alex replied with a questioning look.

“Sure, I’ll get you something,” I told him. I already knew
the kind of things he liked to eat.

“Thanks, have fun,” Alex said as we went out by the
backdoor.

Mary started a full-frontal verbal assault at the point
where we were both sitting in her car, travelling to a restaurant.

“What are you doing, Mercy?” she asked first.

“I have no idea.” I knew there was no use playing dumb.

“Is this what you truly want? What if it ruins your
marriage?” Mary shot back.

“I can’t stop myself, Mary. I know all of this, but I keep
repeating it to myself. It’s like I’m possessed. I just can’t stop the train
crash that’s coming,” I said low, staring out of the widow.

“He is utterly beautiful, that Alex. I’ve had my own little
fantasies about him. Living with him is great, but I go through some
batteries.” Mary giggled as she took my hand. “Just know then, that if you need
anywhere to run, I’ll kick that golden god out so fast and you can stay with
me.”

“Thanks, Mary. Wouldn’t it be great if we could have two men
in our lives?” I said with a weak smile. “Men can have two wives, why can’t we
have two husbands?”

“Ugh, I can’t handle one, much less two, but I’d give Alex a
chance to let me change my mind, that’s for sure,” Mary spoke as we sat down to
have our lunch.

“So are you and David, still, you know?” Mary asked after
the waiter left, giving me a quirk of her eyebrow.

“Yes! That’s what’s so odd. We’re having sex more often now,
but I still want Alex. It’s maddeningly confusing!” I cried softly.

“Maybe you need two to satisfy that libido of yours,” Mary
snickered.

“I’m going to need your hair dying skills and lots of hair
dye before this over with is more like it,” I said as our food came. I had no
idea just how complicated this day was going to get when I said those words.

I sent Mary home early that day; the salon was quiet and we
had no appointments, so I went back to my office to do paperwork as Alex sat
out front waiting for a customer to show up. Mary had a few things to do, so
she was the lucky one to go home early today.

I went out of my office, heading to the shelves in the
storage closet to count tubes of hair dye when I felt Alex behind me. I stood
still, my hand raised to the top shelf.

I didn’t hear his approach, I only felt it, my skin becoming
tight with awareness and a shiver went up my spine. He was here.

“Let me help you with that,” he said as he came up behind
me.

His hips pressed into my ass as he reached for the box I’d
been aiming for. The hard length of his cock pressed into me and I gasped. This
man wasn’t completely gay and I was about to find that out for myself.

I let out a shocked gasp as I felt just how hard and long
he was.

Huge didn’t even begin to describe the massive cock hiding
in Alex’s pants. A small shiver of worry traced through me.

Could I take him?

His cock was straining against his zipper and he moaned as
my hand pressed into him.

“Mercy?” he whispered against my left ear.

I didn’t respond; I couldn’t. I just squeezed him again
and shifted against him, pressing back into him.

We both shivered as his hands grabbed my waist and I held
my breath as his hands moved up. David’s last text went through my head once
more as Alex’s lips found my neck.

“I wasn’t going to be making dinner anyway, darling,” I
thought, just before Alex’s ragged breath against my neck made my knees weak
and I gave a deep moan of longing.

“Don’t speak; just let it happen, Mercy,” he said as his
hands found my full breasts.

My only response was another gasp as his fingers sweetly
teased my nipples through my bra and my head fell against his left shoulder.

My hands tightened my left one still on his hard length, imagining
it sliding into me. If only he’d move one of his hands down under my skirt.

“I was sitting in there, imagining you reaching up for
something and watching your skirt sliding up that extremely tempting ass of
yours and I had to see it. I just had to,” Alex said as his lips slid down my
neck and under my loose top. “It was such a glorious sight and I had to touch
you and feel your skin beneath my lips.”

Another shiver passed through me at his words, or was the
hand he was sliding up the outside of my right thigh.

The movement bunched my skirt up as he edged up my thigh,
until he had the material raised over my hips. Alex then moved his fingertips
to the waistband of my electric blue panties.

“Ah!” I cried out as his fingers slid beneath to the tiny
triangle of pubic hair Mary always left when she gave me a half Brazilian
waxing. She said it was sexier that way, so I let her have her fun. David had
never complained.

“Mm, I like this Mercy,” Alex said as his fingers tugged
at the strands. “Your pussy looks like a grown woman’s. I do prefer that.”

My only response was to thrust my ass back into him,
trying to get his fingers to slide lower.

I could hear the music coming from the salon floor and
started grinding back into Alex in time with the beat of the song, winding my
arms up around his neck.

What a picture we must have made: one of his hands down my
panties while his other one had my shirt bunched over my right breast as his fingers
slid into my bra.

My ass flew back, my body arching forward as he squeezed
my aching hard nipple. I couldn’t stop myself as my body bent forward,
automatically adopting the position I wanted the most.

I wanted everything in that moment. But most of all, I
just wanted to fuck him.

“Fuck me, Alex, now!” I pleaded.

“Yes, ma’am!” he responded.

I could hear his zipper as it slid down and his pants
sliding down his thighs.

But then, instead of fucking me as I craved, he knelt down
and his mouth was buried in my pussy, my panties around my ankles.

“Fuck yes!” I cried out. My pussy clenched as his teeth
nipped at my sweet little box.

Then his tongue was on my clit and I rode his face,
panting as my pleasure built. My fingers sought out one of my own nipples and
clenched it tight.

His hands slid up my silky smooth thighs to cup my ass,
massaging the warm flesh in a way that stimulated the tight bud hidden between
them.

“Alex!” I cried out his name as his tongue slid up my
pussy and over my ass, flicking over my asshole. Then he moved.

Oh my god!

His cock, his beautiful massive cock was inside of me!

I was really doing it, I was cheating on my husband and
another man was fucking me in the storage closet!

I cried out in pleasure as I started to cum on his cock,
the powerful surge of pleasure making my body spasm over and over again.

 He rode me hard after that, wanting more, and he pounded
into me his fingers riding my clit just as hard.  I moved my hand down to the
now overly sensitive bud, but he was demanding I cum for him again.

I’d locked my hips so Alex could pull me back into him as
he chose, but now I let myself go. My body moved at its own volition as I
thrust back to meet his surging cock.

I wanted to feel him cumming now; I wanted my lover to
have his pleasure as well. I wanted his cock in my mouth, between my tits, in
my ass, everywhere!

“I want to watch your face as I fuck you,” Alex said just
before he pulled out of my sopping wet pussy.

I groaned in disappointment but stifled it as he pushed me
back against the wall on the other side of the hallway opposite the door. He
then pulled me up, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist.

“But Alex…,” I said before losing my words as his hard
cock slid back into me, his lips on mine.

“I know, people can see us. Enjoy it,” he said as he
started pounding into me again.

“Fuck, yes, Alex!” I cried as I started cumming again,
watching through the window up front as people walked by, not noticing what was
happening inside.

I clung to his shoulders, my ass pressed into the wall as
I came hard around him, my pussy clenching around his hard dick.

The sky was dark but I could still see people as they
moved along the walkway, none bothering to look inside.

“They could see us if they only looked in Alex. They could
see your cock sliding in and out of my pussy, my breasts bouncing as you pound
into me.”

I never talked like this with David, but the feeling
overtook me, so I did.

“Oh yes! That’s it baby, fuck me just like that,” I
shivered out just as he started fucking me even harder.

Alex leaned up against me holding me tight to him as he
started to cum, emptying his balls deep within my pussy.

He groaned as his cock pulsed inside of me, my name a
whisper on his lips. Alex’s entire back became covered in goosebumps as his
body shivered in my arms.

“Fuck,” Alex finally said as he let me go and I slid down
the wall.

“Tell me about it,” I said as I came down from the high
he’d just given me.

I’d done it now, no going back, as I felt his cum sliding
down my thighs.

Oddly, I did not feel guilty. Just eager to do it all
again.

“So much for being gay,” I laughed as he straightened his
clothes up.

“Ah, but I never said I was completely gay, just that I
had a partner. I’ve fucked women before. The ring was just to have some peace. We
weren’t really married. No, I thought I was finally on the road to one sex but
you proved me wrong little Miss Mercy,” he said, bending down to kiss me as I
leaned against the wall.