Fatal Temptation (2 page)

“Right. Maybe I should try being a housewife too.” Chris laughs a sarcastic snicker, riddled with demeaning humor.
“Well, if I did that, how would we make any money?” He continues snickering to himself and shaking his head in frustration.

Sadie
chokes back the tears and tries to keep her focus on Ling. “You’re here for your daughter,” she says quietly to yourself, praying to God that Chris won’t hear her. “You’re here for your daughter. No one else.”

A once bright and
proud moment for Sadie turns sour in the blink of an eye, due to the sharpness of her husband’s tongue, something that she is too familiar with. She does her best to keep her focus on Ling, the one person who gives her an excuse to wake up in the morning. Without her, Sadie wouldn’t have much worth fighting for, not even her marriage.

As the adrenaline rush dies down from earlier this evening, the Cooper family are now sitting quietly in their lavish home in front of the fireplace in the family room. They are all changed out of their theater wear and are adorning much more comfortable attire, such as sweatpants and sweatshirts. They are nestled up close to the fire with a cup of hot cocoa in each of their hands. It’s a warm contrast to the still darkened and stormy night that bangs against the windowpanes with its thunderous fury.

Ling sips on her hot drink as she also fishes for a few marshmallows with her fingers to lap up.
Sadie sits in front of Chris on the floor and between his legs while he caresses her hair. It’s commonplace for the two of them to show affection when Ling is around and no matter the current circumstance or argument they are in, they do it for their daughter.

Just like any typical kid, Ling feels uncomfortable around her parents and their open affection with one another, so she keeps her focus on her cup of hot cocoa, now drinking it at a more rapid rate, hoping it will double as her escape route.

“Why were you so afraid to sing for your mom and I before, sweetie?” Chris asks to her. “You’re a great singer! You should show it off more.”

Ling nods. “I know. I was just scared.”

“It’s okay, honey,” Sadie reassures her. “Your dad and I are very proud of you and we are excited that we will get to hear you sing more after what Mr. Ross said to you tonight.”

A smile forms on Ling’s lips as she looks to
Sadie. “I hope so.”

“You’re going to be a star,” Chris says to her. “We are so proud of you.”

Ling smiles at him and then finishes up her cocoa. “Can I go to bed now? It has been a long day.”

“Of course sweetie, don’t forget to wash your face and brush your teeth,”
Sadie says to her. “I’ll be up in a minute.”

Ling nods
and walks over to Chris. She gives him a hug. “Goodnight dad.”

“Night princess.”

Ling runs into the kitchen with her mug and places it in the sink, just as her parents have taught her to do when she has dirty dishes. Then, she bolts up the stairs and heads into the bathroom to get ready for bed. Sadie remains in Chris’ embrace for a moment as she listens to the sounds of running water upstairs. She lies back for a moment to feel him even closer to her. “How lucky are we?”

Chris pets her long brown hair and twirls it between his fingertips. “More like how lucky
am I? Two gorgeous girls in my life? I am one blessed man.”

He kisses the back of her head and
moves her champagne colored hair to the side so he can access her neck with his lips. Sadie moans quietly and closes her eyes, even though the motion is routine and very much rehearsed. She still can’t shake off the feelings of worthlessness that Chris made her feel earlier tonight, but she knows that her husband is not one to talk about things rationally. If she did bring it up, he would go off on her and make her feel even more pathetic. Chris is notorious for his short temper and defense mechanisms that make his walls even more difficult to infiltrate. If Sadie wants any chance at having a relaxing evening, she needs to fight off the urge to cry and to just please her husband.

Chris continues pressing forward, this time using his tongue to circle on the thin skin over
Sadie’s back. He nibbles at some of her flesh, causing Sadie to moan a breathy sigh from the pain. He mistakes it for pleasure, and Sadie can feel him increase in size on her back. Through the delicate fibers of the cotton pants he wears, she can feel him harden with each advance he places on her.

He continues, this time, with more control, wrapping his hands around the front of her body and diving hands first into her breasts. He grabs them with force, causing
Sadie to wince at the sensation.

“You like that?” he whispers from behind her, thrusting his staff into her back.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

Just as
Sadie is about to concoct some sort of a superficial sexual sentence to say to her husband, Ling’s voice can be heard from the top of the stairs. “Ready mom!”

Sadie
exhales a sigh of relief and turns to face Chris, who is rock hard through his sweatpants. His erection is nearly tearing through the front of his pants, bursting at the seams. It stirs up nothing in Sadie, however, and only makes her feel more annoyed by him.

“Meet me in bed?”
she says as she moves in closer to him, the thought of having to lie still on her back for ten minutes while he pounds into her is making her feel ill. She lies through her teeth, brushing at his cheek with a sense of admiration.

Chris
does the same motion, brushing the hair away from her face and cradling her small cheeks in his big hands. “Hurry.”

Sadie
smiles and rises from the floor. “Coming sweetheart,” she calls out after Ling.

She looks back at Chris who now has exposed his hard on from his sweatpants. He is very well endowed in both length and girth. The veins pulsate on his member from a mile awa
y and she can see just how bad he wants her. He is throbbing, he is quivering and all Sadie can think about is how it’s such a disgrace he doesn’t know how to use it.

“Careful,” she warns him, trying to smile and be as perky as possible, but her performance is starting to waver. “Just go to bed and I’ll be right there.”

“As you wish,” Chris smiles and winks as he runs his
right hand over his shaft, pumping it up even further. She watches as he starts at the base and then allows his hand to grip himself all the way up to his fleshy head. Something about watching a man tend to himself always intrigued Sadie; it’s just a shame she feels not even the slightest ounce of sexual attraction for her husband any longer.

She forces a smile and walks away from him, the remaining
empty cups of hot cocoa in her grasp. “Can you please lock up and turn off the fireplace?” She calls out to him, not even bothering to turn around and make eye contact.

“Of course, as long as I can wait a while to put out the fire burning inside of you.”

Sadie can feel herself involuntarily roll her eyes and she continues walking headstrong into the kitchen, swallowing the anxious feelings and wishing she could close her eyes and that she would wake up lying next to Chris, him post orgasm and ready for sleep.

It’s not that she doesn’t enjoy sex. If anything, Sadie is in love with sex; it’s just that things between her and her husband have become so complacent; it’s not exciting anymore. He doesn’t put in the effort to try new things and in their five years of marriage together, with five years of love prior to that, she has yet to have her own orgasm.
It’s becoming a taxing event rather than a moment of enjoyment and release. When you have to grit your teeth and bear it for your husband’s sake, that’s when you know something is wrong. Sadie can’t bring herself to tell him though. Not now, at least.

Not yet.

Sadie knocks on Ling’s bedroom door before entering the room, just to ensure that her daughter is ready for her.

“Come in mom,” Ling calls out from her lying position on the bed. She is already under the cov
ers with the lamp on nestled beside her on the bedside table. For a five year old, she takes immaculate care of her room. There isn’t a speck of dust to be found and everything is tucked away in its proper place. She has more accolades to her name than most adults have in their entire lifetime. She is a brilliant kid and it shows, through the endless amounts of trophies and ribbons for both athletic and academic achievements that line her shelves and dresser tops.

Sadie
enters the room and sits on the bed before Ling. “Well sweetie, you had a very long day and you deserve a long rest. Your dad and I are so proud of you and we are honored to call you our little girl.”

Ling smiles at
her, grinning ear-to-ear. “Thanks mom,” she says. “And thank dad too for me. Thanks for letting me do what I love.”

“Thank you for showing us the true meaning of love,”
Sadie whispers as she kisses her daughter on the forehead. “Goodnight sweetie.”

“Night mom,” Ling replies as
Sadie shuts off the lamp. “I love you.”

Those three words have never been uttered before from her little mouth and they make
Sadie feel weak in the knees. It’s not that Ling doesn’t love her; it’s just that it has been a big few years for the little girl. Coming overseas to live with a new family and to learn a new language has been a big task for her. It feels as though now, in this very instant, Ling is coming into her own and maybe for the first time in her life, feeling at home.

“I love yo
u too darling,” Sadie says to her through a smile and joyful tears. Thankfully, the darkness of Ling’s room helps to conceal her moment of weakness and keeps it as something personal for her.

She rubs Ling’s legs through the blankets and leaves the room, leaving the door open just a crack for a ray of light to be shone through from the hallway. She stands for a moment, staring at her daughter from a d
istance. She clutches her chest and silently thanks Ling for being her salvation and her reason.

She strolls down the hallway and enters her bedroom with Chris as she thinks about Ling.
Finally, her goal of helping Ling to feel at ease and at home has come true. It is a moment of pure and utter happiness for Sadie, feeling as though as a parent, she has done right. It was a tough realization when she found out that she was infertile and she thought she would never get to enjoy the experience of motherhood. Now, with a daughter who is excelling, who is happy and who loves her, she finally gets to experience it the way it was always intended for her.

As she enters the room, she sees Chris sprawled out nude on the bed, maintaining that same erection that he had downstairs. Before she is even able to utter a word to him, he springs up from the bed, presses her against the door, closes it and starts mauling her.

“Chris,” she mutters the words, but his mouth on hers muffles her voice. He shoves his tongue into her mouth, lapping it up and down like a dog clumsily drinking from a bowl of water.

Sadie knows exactly how the night will go. After ten years together, she can read Chris’ movements like a blueprint. He’ll pretend to mess around with her for a while, defining it as foreplay an
d then going head first into sex – literally. He doesn’t mess around once he gets to the point of pre cum and after that, Sadie might as well lie back and close her eyes, hoping it will all be over soon.

It used to be easy to get turned on by Chris. Five years ago, all he had to do was take off his shirt and look at her. He used to be in phenomenal shape; running marathons were common for him and frequent. He took immaculate care of his body and looked like a Greek God carved out of stone. It was hard not to get aroused by him and
now, it’s hard to muster up the energy to put on a happy face. He has lost it over the years and in more ways than one. She thought her love for him would carry her through the changes in his body and demeanor, but so far, it hasn’t worked.

He forces her against the door further, his soft body pressing up against hers and his hardened lance getting caught in the fabric between her legs. Sadie directs her attention to the ceiling,
her eyes wide and wincing with each advance Chris uses on her. He shifts his focus with his mouth to her neck, just like he always does, before sliding a hand down the length of her body between her legs.

There, he finds her bare folds beneath the sweatpants, something new to him.

“Naughty mommy,” he says to her as he kisses up and down her neck, more passionately, barely unable to contain himself in her presence. She can feel the sensation of pre cum warming and wetting the front of her sweatpants, not even having to look down to know that it is there. Chris is infamous for having little to no stamina and deep down, Sadie debates ending it all right then and there.

She knows all it takes for Chris is a few hard strokes and a look at her bare body. After that, it’s game over for him – officially. It was only in the beginning of their blossoming relationship that he could withstand multiple sessions. Now, the thought is just laughable.

After some hesitation, Sadie reaches down and grabs Chris hard by the shaft, causing him to grunt loudly. The sound is just a nuisance to Sadie, who tries her best to contain her increasing levels of frustration. “Chris,” she whispers to him with an angry tone. “We have to be quiet. Ling probably isn’t asleep yet.”

“I am
being quiet,” he says back to her. “It’s you who has to be more careful.”

He grows more courage with his wife, tenderly playing with her opening and the delicate folds of the flesh between her legs. Unfortunately, Sadie is drier than a desert and Chris only assumes
that her lack of lubrication is due to her getting older. He has yet to come to terms with the painful realization that Sadie is in her sexual peak and that it is he who dries her up like this.

He continues on, not allowing the lack of moisture between his wife legs to get the better of him. He tugs at the bottom of her
sweatshirt, prying it off of her body and releasing her engorged, luscious breasts. Over the years, Sadie has been like a fine wine, only improving with age. She takes impeccable care of her body, resulting in a tightened frame that anyone with a pulse would find intoxicating.