I stared out the café window, my mind wandered as I watched the leaves in the trees outside dancing in the evening breeze. It was half an hour until closing time. The lunchtime rush was long over. Every table was clear. The floor was clean. The few remaining cakes would probably be going home with me. It was just a waiting game until I closed up.

Today's takings hadn't been great. I could do with another few customers. Some rich businessman with a company card getting a round of coffee for his team working overtime. "23 coffees? And all the cakes? Of course sir." I smiled as I imagined it.

As if manifested by my fantasy, the silhouette of a smart looking man appeared at the window. He strode confidently to the café door and smiled at me as he entered.

Oh shit.

"Hello Mrs Parsons."

My heart dropped. Not now. I glanced at the date on the till screen, it wasn't the end of the month yet!

"Y-you're," I cleared my throat and gathered myself. "You're early."

He walked up to the counter, still smiling. He looked over the menu board, taking his time. "I'll have a green tea, please." He met my eyes and mirthlessly added, "Put it on my tab."

I flushed and turned away to get his tea. With his well-kept clothes and easy self-confidence he would be an attractive man, if he wasn't a bastard.

As I prepared his order, he walked back to the front of the café. He spoke with a conversational tone: "You'll have to forgive my early visit."

He closed the blind on the window. "I know you bank your cash on the weekend, and thought it would be prudent to visit you before then." He turned the sign on the door to 'Closed' and pulled down the blind.

He sat at the table in the middle of the café and looked at me, expectantly.

I brought his tea over, as well as as much cash as I could afford from the till. As I set it down I muttered apologetically, "I need to pay my supplier on Monday. It's all I can afford." In reality it was quite a lot more than I could afford. It would have to be a great weekend for me to still be able to pay my bills.

He gestured for me to sit opposite him. I sat as he counted the money.

He finished and said, "Hm," before sipping his tea thoughtfully. My fingers fiddled with my skirt as I waited for his reaction. The material was marked with coffee drops and the marks of unconsciously wiped fingers. I watched his inscrutable expression.

At last he said, "This isn't nearly enough." His face was stern as he stared at me. I nervously tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear and looked down.

In a more reasonable tone he continued: "I don't understand why you won't let me talk to Tom. He would-"

"If he finds out, he'll make me shut down the café. You know that. He's already looking for any excuse." I interrupted. Although I barely knew him, he and Thomas, my husband, had been friends for years. I knew he invested money in small businesses, so when the café had started to struggle, I went to him for help behind Thomas' back. I hadn't realised what kind of 'investor' he was until it was too late.

"Please Mr Mittelhaus, I just need to get the café off the ground. Once the new office opens up there will be more people and the whole area is up and coming!" Tears brimmed in my eyes as I desperately tried to sell the bright future that I myself barely believed in anymore.

He didn't look impressed. Thoughtfully, he sipped his tea again.

He looked me up and down and said, "Surely an attractive woman like you can find some other way to make up the difference?"

I was confused for a moment. Why was he complimenting me? Then the realisation hit me. It felt like a fist had tightened in my chest. "No." I answered firmly, trying to control my voice. How dare he. The cold fear turned to sharp anger.

"I'm just offering you options, Kathy," his tone became more familiar. "I need you to take this investment seriously. If I don't get a return on my money, then I will have no choice but to talk to Thomas about your café's situation."

"Mr Mittelhaus-"

"Just call me Maus, please. Everyone else does," he smiled reassuringly.

"Maus, please get the fuck out of my café." My voice was icily clear.

Maus sighed and stood up. "I'll be in touch Kathy," he said with a disappointed tone, and left.

I sat in my seat for some time, hands trembling. My dream had become my worst nightmare.

By Monday I was feeling back on track. I had made enough money on Saturday and just about made it to the bank on time to get it into my account for the supplier payment. My café dream was alive for another week, at least.

Mittelhaus' visit was far from my mind as I hurried around the café, serving the lunch rush. As things quietened down, one last customer remained, working on her laptop in the corner.

I noticed I had a message on my phone from 10 minutes before. It was a picture of my front door from Maus! What was he playing at?

Just as I was about to reply, a second picture arrived with the caption "Who is this cutie?" with a picture of Geri, my cat, in my living room!

I was furious. He had no right!

"I'm sorry, I've got to close up early. It's a, um, family emergency!" I explained to the woman on her laptop.

"Oh dear, I hope everything's OK!" She replied, packing up her work.

I didn't reply, instead quickly grabbed my coat and bag from behind the counter and ushered her out. I flipped the sign, locked the door, and ran down the road.

I lived about a 15 minute walk away, but I made it home in less than 5. I tried not to think about how I looked, my wedges clip-clopping and my dress flapping as I ran home as fast as I could.

I burst in the front door and spotted him on the sofa. "What the hell are you doing??" I demanded.

I found Geri sitting on his lap, feet tucked in, eyes closed, purring happily as he stroked her. I frowned at her before glaring at Maus. "Well?"

Maus looked calmly at me as I panted and glowered. "I thought I'd have a little look around to see if there was anything of value in your house - maybe do a little bailiff work myself. Then I was trapped on the sofa by my new friend here." He looked at the tag on her collar. "Geri?"

"Like the spice girl. Because she's ginger. Stop changing the subject! How did you get in??"

"The key hidden above the porch. You really are a naive little thing, aren't you?" He replied casually. "It's been a while since Tom invited me around. I assume the much-improved decor is your influence."

I folded my arms, in no mood for small talk. "What do you want?"

"I want to be paid, Kathy," he replied sternly. The little fluffy traitor continued purring, oblivious to his change in tone. "One way or another I will get a return on my investment. The question is, what are you willing to offer?"

I knew what he was implying. Even the idea of it made my cheeks flush red. My trembling fists clenched.

"How dare you. You break into my house and- oh shit!" I heard a car pull up on the driveway. Thomas was home! He couldn't find us here!

I looked around for a way to escape. The living room, stairs, and kitchen were all clearly visible from the front door. The only exit was through the kitchen. There was no time! I desperately looked around the room. The DVD closet! For some reason Thomas was still holding on to his enormous but redundant DVD collection.

I quickly opened the closet door and gestured to Maus. "Quickly! Before he sees you!"

Maus gently removed Geri and walked to the closet door, looking inside at the tight space between the DVD racks. "You're not serious."

"He can't know you're here! He'll find out about the loan-" "Investment" "-whatever, and he'll close the café!"

I heard footsteps on the gravel outside and saw a glimpse of Thomas walking by chatting on the phone.

"And?" Maus replied, clearly in no rush.

"Please!" I begged.

He sighed and looked into the cramped space again. "Fine, after you."

"What??" I could hear the jingle of keys outside.

"How are you going to explain why you're here?" He asked, reasonably.

"I- I'll say I left the, um, I forgot my, um... Oh shit." I heard keys in the door and the clunk of the lock. I quickly got in the closet and urgently gestured him in.

He squeezed himself into the closet with me and the slatted closet door clacked shut behind him, just as the front door opened.

Over Maus' shoulder I could see Thomas through the gaps in the door, still focussed on talking on the phone. He walked into the living room and sat on the armchair a few feet away. He was side-on to us, with his phone at his ear on his closest side.

I breathed a quiet sigh of relief. All we had to do now was wait. I became conscious of how closely Maus was pressing into me. It was a tight space. There wasn't enough room for either of us to move much, but he didn't need to be so close. The shelving poked at my back. I couldn't move away from him.

I closed my eyes and tried not to think about what would happen if Thomas caught us in here, squeezed together.

As Thomas talked, I became aware of Maus' warm breath on my neck. He sighed in my ear, making the hairs on my neck stand up. Without warning, he moved his head down and kissed my bare shoulder.

"Stop!" I whispered urgently into his ear, my shoulder reflexively flinching away. He whispered back, "I'm not hiding in this closet for fun, Kathy. I can leave right now if you prefer?"

Endlessly Thomas prattled. It sounded like a catch-up with one of his staff. God that man could talk.

Maus picked up where he left off. His warm lips slowly kissed up my shoulder to my neck. He wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me close. HIs sandpaper stubble rubbed against my jaw as he reached the top of my neck. I couldn't help but secretly enjoy the feeling of his attention. He kissed my cheek and then paused in front of me. My eyes hadn't adjusted to the light yet, so I couldn't see his face, but I saw him move to kiss my lips and turned away.

He suddenly took hold of my hair, roughly turning my head to face him again. A quiet gasp of surprise escaped my parted lips before I could stop it.

Held in place, I had no choice but to accept his next kiss. Completely unaware, Thomas continued debating next month's plan as another man forced kisses on his wife a short distance away.

It was just a kiss, I told myself. There was no harm in it. In fact, spending a few minutes being held tightly and kissed so passionately wasn't the worst thing in the world. It seemed like a long time since Thomas had paid me so much attention. As his tongue pushed into my mouth, I accepted it, sliding mine over his.

Maus' other hand pulled me closer by my hip, then squeezed my bottom. As we kissed I felt a growing hardness pressing into my thigh. He pushed himself closer, grinding it against me.

I screwed my eyes shut as he continued to kiss and rub himself against me, uncomfortable with how things had progressed. It will be over in a second, I tried to reassure myself. Any minute now Thomas would get up and go to his next appointment or go to the office upstairs.

I could feel him growing to his full length as we continued. I felt my body betraying me. The warmth built within me, kindled by being kissed and the feeling of him against me. I tried to ignore the feeling, reminding myself that I didn't consent to this. I was being used for this bastard's lewd enjoyment.

Maus moved away from me slightly, releasing me from his grip. I wondered what he was doing for a moment, before I heard a quiet 'ziiip' noise. I felt his released hardness moving against my dress! I could feel it rubbing against me through the thin material. I couldn't believe what he was doing. I checked to see if the zipping noise had alerted Thomas, but he was nodding and grunting in agreement with whatever was being said on the phone.

He took my hand and guided it to his cock. As I felt the warm skin touch my fingers I shook my head, trying to break the kiss and pull my hand away. Firmly holding me in the kiss, he grabbed my wrist and moved it back. He squeezed my fingers around the thick shaft and began to use my hand to stroke up and down its length.

As he released my hand I reluctantly continued the motion. Despite the feelings of disgust with myself, I knew I had to keep him happy. He broke the kiss and said "Good girl."

I released my trembling breath, not realising I had been holding it. Please Thomas. For once in your life just shut the fuck up. I silently willed him to leave, unconsciously squeezing the cock in my hand, causing it to twitch.

I just needed to entertain him for a while until my husband left. I tried not to think about how good it felt as I stroked. Warm and firm. Thick and heavy.

It was just a quick handjob and some kissing. There was no harm in it. I just needed to stroke him until Thomas left, or... or until he finished. I imagined his cock hardening and pulsing in my hand, spurting warm cum onto my dress and my husband's DVDs. The thought made a thrill run down my spine.

He kissed my shoulder again. I felt his fingers pull the straps of my dress and bra off my shoulder. I pulled them back up with my spare hand, shaking my head. I was already doing far more than I was comfortable with.

He gripped my hair again, and spoke directly into my ear. "Strike two." I shuddered as he pulled the straps of my shoulder and kept pulling downwards. "You're mine to play with, or I leave. Do you understand?"

I nodded meekly in his grip as my dress and bra straps were pulled down to my elbow, revealing my breast. He cupped it and squeezed gently. I felt him swell in my hand as he enjoyed groping me.

It was just a quick handjob and some groping. If it meant he finished quicker, that was a good thing, right? His other hand moved from my hair to my bottom. He squeezed it through the material. Then I felt his hand move to the front of my thigh and begin pulling up my dress in short handfuls. I swallowed, knowing what his goal was.

At last he found the hem, and his hand slipped under to touch the bare skin of my thigh. He found the edge on my underwear and followed it until his fingers were pressing my sex through the material. One hand held my breast up so he could take my nipple into his mouth, his other hand rubbing circles on my mons. I bit my lip, suppressing the moan that wanted to escape.

It was just a quick handjob, some groping, and his warm mouth sucking and pulling on my nipple. The fact that my hips were now bucking to his touch as he rubbed me through my underwear, was just to help him finish. Any minute I'd feel him stiffen and grunt. I gripped my fingers around his shaft and began short fast motions over the ridge of his head. His pre-cum leaked onto my fingers, making them slippery on his smooth skin.

To my disappointment he stopped rubbing my sex. Still suckling at my breast, he took my hand and used it to guide his cock under my dress and to my sex. He pushed the head between my thighs, using my fingers to push it upwards so it firmly pressed against me. I could feel the bare skin of his cock on my thighs. I was separated from him by just the material of my underwear. His hand pushed my dress up further and gripped my hip.

It was just some foreplay. Just the feeling of his hard cock so close to my sex and his tongue roughly rubbing on my nipple. Without realising I had moved, I had bent my knee slightly and angled my hips so that I could rub the head of his cock over my entrance, teasing my swollen clit and sex lips through the material. My hips moved back and forth, encouraging him. Go on. Cum. Let me feel your cock harden against me. Soak my underwear with your cum.

He released my breast and stiff nipple, letting it jiggle back into its natural position. He lifted his head and looked into my eyes in the dim light. His lips paused in front of mine. Our breath mixed for a charged moment. I was rubbing myself with this man's cock, a few feet from my husband.

It felt so good to press him against me as our hips pushed towards each other, his wide head pressing against my willing entrance, frustrated by a single layer of fabric. I felt his breath hot on my face. I knew what he wanted next.

"Pull your underwear aside. I want to feel you."

I knew I had a choice. I could stop him now, let him leave, destroying my business and risking my marriage. All I had to do was say "No." But I couldn't do it. I couldn't wreck years of work. I couldn't let Thomas see me like this. I couldn't stop.

Still holding him in one hand, I reached down with the other. I found the edge of my underwear, my trembling fingers brushing the firm, expectant head of his cock. I pulled the final barrier aside, baring my sex to him. I held his thick shaft as he pushed forwards towards me.

The contact of his bare skin against my opening sent a shiver through me. I rubbed him back and forth, making him slippery with my wetness. I watched my husband through the gaps in the door to see if he had noticed the quiet wet noises of his wife rubbing his friend's cock over her sloppy sex. He didn't even glance in our direction.

I tried to convince myself it was just some foreplay and kissing. Any minute he would cum, coating my sex and underwear, and then it would be over. Much more than a married woman should do, but still-

He hooked his hand under my knee and lifted it, pivoting my hips backwards. Aligning my entrance with him. The thick head of his cock pressed against my slick lips as I guided him to me. I had no other choice, I told myself. I had to let him continue or it would all be over. I watched my husband obliviously babbling on the phone as his friend's cock slowly spread open the lips of his wife's pussy.

All Thomas had to do was shut up, so he could hear my soft whimpers. All he had to do was leave, so I could stop this man from stretching me open, ruining our marriage vows and my tight cunt with his thick cock.

I knew it was wrong, but god it felt so good. I felt the ridge of his head pass my willing lips. I knew we had gone too far. It wasn't just a quick fumble to keep him quiet anymore. I was letting a man secretly fuck me to keep my business alive. And I wanted it. God I wanted it. I let go of his shaft and put my hands on his shoulders. I didn't need to hold him now, as his cock found its own way, following my channel deeper, stretching it wider around his girth.

He pulled the other strap down and unsnapped my bra, pulling it off and letting it drop to the floor. My crumpled dress was nothing but a band around my waist.

With each small thrust he worked himself deeper within me, until I felt his wiry hair and the base of his cock at my entrance.

Without warning, Thomas said "OK, bye!" and hung up. We froze in place. I watched my husband obliviously checking messages on his phone while I stood almost naked, my sex stretched and filled by his friend.

Maus' shaft twitched within me. I shuddered as he started slowly grinding his pubic bone against mine. If we made even the slightest noise, Thomas would hear us.

His slowly circling hips wound up the pressure building inside me. I couldn't help but squeeze him within my sex, and felt him swell in return.

Suddenly Thomas got up, disturbing Geri who had snuck onto his lap at some point. Had he heard us? My eyes wide, I watched as he paused, staring at his phone. My heart skipped as Geri walked to the closet door and sat expectantly, staring at me through the slats. I waited for Thomas to look up and notice. Any moment he would open the door and discover his friend fucking his wife.

I wanted to shout, to scream, to scare Geri away. I couldn't even let out a whisper to warn Maus as he continued grinding into me. I imagined the unprotected head of his cock smearing his pre-cum over my cervix.

Without a glance, Thomas turned and headed to the kitchen, followed by our treacherous cat. I sighed with relief.

I knew it was our opportunity to escape. I should pull Maus' thick shaft from me and leave, gaping and unsatisfied.

"We should stop," I whispered. "We can get out the, the front..." My words faltered as he started long slow strokes into me. His hard cock easily slid back and forth between my wet sex lips. My final protests dissolved as stroke by stroke I surrendered myself to him, meeting each of his thrusts with increasing eagerness.

Each thrust lifted me until my toes were barely touching the ground. His free arm wrapped around me tightly, pulling me back into a kiss and holding me in place so he could fuck me harder. The shoe on my lifted foot worked its way free, falling to the floor with a thud.

I pulled away and braced my arms against the racks. The noise of the coffee steamer started in the kitchen. He took advantage of the extra noise and began to accelerate. DVDs started falling over on the shelves as he fucked me harder and harder. My body met every thrust, eagerly pushing itself on towards orgasm.

As our momentum built, plastic cases clattered around me. I couldn't hear the coffee maker over the wet slapping noise of our fucking, but I didn't care anymore.

I looked down at our bodies meeting. My bare breasts jiggled lewdly on show for him. In the dim light my pale naked skin was in stark contrast to the dark material of his clothes. All I could think about was him pounding into me. I wanted to feel him orgasm. I wanted him to cum inside me.

I felt him harden deep within me as I went over the edge. My body went rigid and then convulsed as I came. I tried to stifle my squeal by pulling him close and burying my face into his shoulder. I held him tight. My sex squeezed his thick shaft as it pulsed. I wanted him to fill my womb with his seed, betraying my husband for my own sexual satisfaction.

With long hard thrusts he came within me. My arms wrapped tightly around him as I shuddered through waves of orgasm. I felt thrust fill me more. Each one embedding more of his sperm into his friend's wife.

Finally I started to come back to reality. I relaxed my grip as he released my leg and lowered me to the ground. He softened and then withdrew from me. I heard the drip of his cum on the scattered cases beneath me.

I realised how quiet it was. The coffee maker had finished. Had Thomas left or heard us? Maus used the hem of my dress to wipe himself, zipped himself up, and without hesitation, opened the door!

"Wait!" I urgently whispered.

Maus glanced over his shoulder and smiled smugly. As he walked away he said, "Well there's no point in staying any longer."

My bare breasts swayed and jiggled as I chased after him, hurriedly glancing around and trying to shush him as I struggled to pull my dress' skirt back down to cover myself. I stumbled, struggling to walk on just one wedge. The closet door clattered behind me, making me wince.

He stopped at the front door and paused with it open, watching me as I pulled my dress back up to cover my bare chest, recovering what was left of my dignity. With a fond smile he said, "Thank you for the payment. Best regards to Tom. See you again soon." He walked out the door. It slammed closed behind him.

I stood rigidly and listened. My heart pounded in my chest. I expected Thomas to burst out of the kitchen and demand to know what was going on at any moment. I strained my ears but all I could hear was my own thudding pulse.

Suddenly the kitchen door opened. Thomas walked out holding a cup of coffee, followed by Geri. He was still staring at his phone. He looked up and saw me by the door.

"Oh I thought I heard the door. Did you close the café early?" He looked back at his phone as it beeped for a new message.

"Um, yes, I-" as I tried to gather my thoughts and reply, I felt a warm drip skim my knee and land on my ankle, completely derailing my sentence. My underwear was still pulled aside, and cum was escaping my used pussy, betraying my infidelity.

I unconsciously moved my legs together and blushed. Any moment he would notice something wrong. My red face, my braless nipples straining against the fabric of my dress, the damp patch on my hem, the white drip sliding down my ankle to the single shoe I was still wearing. Maybe he would step closer and smell the telltale scent of his freshly fucked wife's adultery. Everything about me screamed guilt and there was nothing I could do about it.

"-I um... needed to come home for-" I fumbled. His phone rang and he immediately answered it. With a quick glance and a mouthed apology he headed upstairs to the office to talk with his colleague.

I stood for a moment, stunned. Did he really not notice anything? I struggled to process the bizarre reality.

Gathering my thoughts, I took the unlikely opportunity presented to me. I rushed to the closet. I straightened my underwear, stopping the slow drip of guilt for the moment. I picked up my bra, using it to wipe off cases as I put the DVDs back in their correct places.

I hastily fumbled with my bra, slipping it back on under my dress, hiding the smeared evidence. Geri watched impassively from the sofa. "You don't get to judge me, you little traitor." I told her, still bitter about her acceptance of our house invader.

I finished tidying the closet and myself in the nick of time. As I slipped my escaped shoe back on, Thomas came down the stairs. I quickly sat on the sofa and unceremoniously plopped Geri on my lap to look like I had been there all along. I stroked the baffled cat and she settled down without protest. He briskly walked past. "Just nipping out. See you later babe!" The door slammed closed before I had even finished saying "Bye".

I headed to the bathroom to wash away the evidence, throwing my clothes into the laundry basket, where Thomas would never see them. As I stepped into the shower I realised I had gotten away with it. I had an affair under my husband's nose and he had no idea! For a moment a smile crossed my face and a thrill ran through me.

But then reality struck. I thought about how I was an awful unfaithful woman who had just broken her marriage vows and sold her body to keep her selfish dream alive. I swore to myself that it would never happen again. If I had to shut down the café to be a faithful wife, then so be it. It hollowed me out to consider it, but it was better than going behind my husband's back with another man. Again.

As I showered my mind kept wandering to the memory of my husband being within touching distance as I guided another man to my sex. Whispered commands in the dark. The feeling as he penetrated me. The fear and exhilaration. His lips kissing mine. His hands gripping my hips.

Without even realising, I had started to play with myself. My sex was swollen and sensitive to my touch. I masturbated as I pictured Maus' sperm swimming into my womb even as I stood there.

The orgasm rapidly built within me. It could never happen again. But if it did...