The small bedroom twisted and bent around, or at least it felt that way to Jerome who woke up to Denise cleaning the sweat out of his forehead. She gave him a kind smile and kept treating him despite the odd fever that suddenly came over him.

He drifted on and off. Sometimes he woke up to Denise in front of him wearing her work clothes. And other times he opened his eyes and thought he saw her naked.

Jerome groaned with pain and frustration, it was past noon by the time he woke up with a sore throat. Without his clothes.

His body felt different, dehydrated, tense and aching. But mostly (and he felt guilty about it), he felt horny. As he stretched, his hand ran over his leg and touched his penis, it was half erect and very sensitive.

“Fuck,” He groaned with desire just as Denise walked in. He threw the sheets over himself, trying to hide his growing erection, even if the sheets didn’t make a great work of hiding it.

She blushed and coughed discretely.

“You are awake.” She said trying not to stare down towards his hips, “I… Sorry, normally I don’t feel bashful like this when I work at the hospital. Maybe it’s because of the stress.”

He tried to speak but his throat hurt.

“My-” he coughed “-My clothes?”

“They were drenched in sweat. I had to take them off to dry off your body. I came carrying a change of bandages and forgot the outfit I got from my husband’s closet. I hope you don’t mind I had to see you naked.”

Jerome crossed his legs trying to hide his erection.

“Not at all” his voice came coarser, deeper.

“Yes, well,” Denise exhaled, she was blushing. Jerome stared at her neck, her breathing, she was wearing a sweet perfume and simple makeup.

“Do you think you can dress by yourself?” She handed him the change of clothes.

He donned the shirt and buttoned it. Jerome could feel her staring at his chest. When he got to the last button he could see her bitting her lower lip.

Denise averted her eyes and coughed, “Lunch will be ready soon, don’t worry about getting up, I will bring you a plate before Raul arrives.”

Jerome grabbed the folded clothes and placed them between his legs. He gulped down.

“Sure,” He said, “I think I will be fine.”

Denise smiled and walked away “Very well, I will see you later.” She winked at him and left.

Did he just imagine that? At least this time she didn’t run.

Jerome threw his head back on the bed and breathed out his lust and sexual frustration. He could not believe he was thinking that kind of thing of his gracious hosts. His hand reached out for the book. He felt the need to distract his mind, his fingers ached to feel the ancient pages and try to decipher the code that was left.

He opened the book and passed the pages, grabbing a pen and paper he began to read and take notes.

Fuck.

Jerome blinked.

He thought he might be wrong, but that was the most accurate translation, the one that popped into his head as he read the runes.

In his mind it was almost as if they were glowing.

He kept going.

“Fuck, control yourself Denise.”

There had to be something wrong, he thought to himself. His fantasies mixing with his work, he kept reading.

“The wife tried to cook, but her hands fell between her legs, teasing herself as she thought of the man she was tending.”

Jerome closed the book.

His mind was playing tricks on him. He tried to calm down, but from within him, an itch grew.

He opened the book once more.

The runes spoke to him as easy as reading in plain English.

“Denise took three deep breaths and went back to cooking. She could feel the heat between her legs and could not take away the image of his chest, his cock. She wanted to feel him inside her, she wanted to taste him.”

Jerome could imagine the young wife wiggling as she tried to focus but could not take her mind away from him, he wanted to caress her body, his hand darted to his cock while he kept reading.

“She took the vegetables and tried to take her mind away. But she could not stop the itch that had taken over her.”

Jerome could not believe what was happening.

“Denise did not realize what her hand was doing. Before she knew it, her palm was sliding under her pants and her fingers were dancing over her clit.”

Then he heard it.

The moaning followed by the pans falling over to the floor.

He stood up and rushed to the door throwing the book to the side.

“Are you okay?” He yelled, “Denise?”

He could hear her panting.

“Yes. Don’t worry, don’t try to come down, you will only hurt yourself.” She said.

“What happened?”

“I…” She tried to calm herself down, “I thought I saw a spider over the vegetables. That’s all. You don’t have to worry about me, all you need to do is rest.” Her voice carried more shame than authority.

Jerome went back to reading.

- Denise tried to focus on the task at hand, but her own two hands kept wandering over her body. One fondling her breast. The other sliding between her legs.

She murmurred to herself. “I won’t get much done like this.” And splashed her face with water before walking back to her room.

Jerome could hear her steps up the stairs.

“Everything okay?” He yelled from his bed, waiting for the book.

Denise was startled.

“Yes, I simply forgot my cellphone in the bedroom. I want to know if we will be waiting for Raul.” She said, trying to avoid eye contact with Jerome as she rushed past the guest room.

Jerome looked down the book.

Denise rushed to her room and rumaged through the drawers until she found what she was looking for.

Then she ran past the guest and pulled her phone from her pocket.

“Here it is, I will be working down stairs. Yell if you need anything.”

Jerome saw her dash and rush down.

“I will try to sleep for a while.” He lied, focusing his attention to reading the book...

Denise reached the kitchen.

She had never done something like this. But it would be the only way to get the dinner done. Besides, she thought and smiled, being a little mischievous sounds fun.

Denise pulled the small bullet vibrator from her apron pocket.

Openning her zipper, slidding down her pants and panties. She thrusted her hips ahead and looked at her bush.

She turned on the little egg.

With two fingers she placed it over her mound and pushed it down.

“Fuck,” She moaned as softly as she could, “That feels good.” She pressed it against her clit, letting it coat with her juices, enjoying the soft vibrations for a few seconds. She closed her eyes.

With her other hand she pressed the small button and increased the strenght.

“That’s just what I needed.” She moved the toy up and down her labia, teasing. Playing.

She tried to picture Raul, her husband, teasing her, one hand between her legs pushing the vibrator against her wet pussy, his lips kissing her nipples. Denise hand reached her breast, teasing the poking mounds over the fabric. Making circles over her areolas.

Slowly, she opened her eyes, and the ticking clock called her attention.

Denise sighed in frustration, “I need to work,” She said to herself.

But the feeling between her legs was so delicious, so pleasant and just slightly distracting. She bent over the counter and slowly pushed the vibrator between her lips, and between the pink fog of her mind, an clear image formed.

He was holding her down, grabbing her hair as he pushed himself inside her. And Denise moaned his name, “Jerome…”

She immediately regretted it. Completely red, she stood upright and pulled up her pants. She waited for a second, then another.

There were no sounds besides the kitchen clock ticking, and the buzzing that came from between her legs.

She sighed in relief.

With the vibrator snuggly inside her, Denise went back to cooking.

She could enjoy the vibration and focus, use her hands to make a pleasant and delicious meal for her two favorite men.

She shook her head and laughed to herself.

She barely knew Jerome.

From time to time she slid a finger down between her exposed pussy and played with her clit, licking her fingers with her flavor. It was delicious.

Just as the food she was making.

God she wanted someone to eat her out.

Maybe she could ask Jerome.

She laughed to herself as she made the table.

“I won’t cheat on my husband,” She said to herself.

But a voice inside her head answered.

“But it would feel so good.”

“Fuck, Yes it would.” She said playing with her clit by the table.

She shook her head.

“What’s wrong with me,” She kept touching her pussy. The food was ready, Jerome was apparently asleep, she could rest, get a bit distracted. Enjoy herself, “Maybe I am a little frustrated.” She pulled from the cord of the egg vibrator and pressed it against her clit.

One leg over a chair, her hand over her breast pinching her nipple over her clothes. It was then that she realized she hadn’t been wearing a bra since morning.

“Fuck,” She moaned louder, what if Jerome saw her like this? She thought and looked over her shoulder, towards the stairs. No movement.

Maybe he would jerk himself thinking about her, she thought. She licked her lips. That delicious cock. Thick, big. She wanted to feel it against her skin.

In his room, Jerome couldn’t restrain himself any more and pulled out his cock to stroke himself, visualizing what he read and could hear happening down stairs.

Denise moans grew louder. It was just like last night, he could see her standing over the table. Playing with herself, one hand pushing the vibe against her clit, the other running over her neck and behind her head.

She wanted him to fuck her.

He wanted to cum over her.

She saw him on his bed and she kept the show going. Moaning louder.

She was so close, she pressed the button on the vibrator bringing it to the max setting. She wanted to cum.

“Please let me cum, please,” She said out loud.

Jerome felt the warmth of power take over him, he smiled at the scene, bitting his lips.

“Please, Master.” She said.

Jerome opened her mouth and-

There was a loud ring from Denise phone.

She groaned loudly in frustration. “FUCK!” She cursed as the egg slipped from her hands. She fell to her knees to look for it, her ass completely exposed.

But the high was getting away from her, leaving her completely frustrated.

“Fuck…” She sighed again as she pulled the wet toy from beneath the table. She would have to clean everything before her husband arrived.

She took the ringing phone out of her pocket and answered without checking who it was.

“What?” She said with plain annoyance.

“What’s wrong honey?” Raul was on the other side of the line.

“Raul, oh,” She blushed and fixed her hair and clothes, like he was standing in front of her and he caught her red handed, “Yes, yes, of course, just a bit annoyed with, uhm, never mind, are you getting out of work already?”

On his side Raul didn’t answer.

“Raul are you there?” Denise said, realization dawning on her, “No, don’t you dare, you said it wouldn’t happen again.”

“I am sorry honey, this project, it is important it will. I will-” He stammered and took a breath, “When this is over we won’t have to worry about money, ever again.”

Denise sighed and turned off the toy still dripping into her hands.

“Fine.” She groaned. “Fine, finefineFINE!” She yelled into the speaker.

“I am sorry,” Raul apologized with an agonizing voice.

“You owe me, understand?”

“I know.” Her husband said in a soft voice.

“I love you.” She answered.

“I love you too,” He send her a kiss, “See you tomorrow.” He said and hung up.

“See you tomorrow,” Denise said and left the phone on the table.

Her fingers were wet.

She licked them clean.

“And it was so delicious.” She moaned and lifted the table.

“At least Jerome is here to keep me company.” She said and immediately felt something burn between her legs.

Jerome witnessed the whole exchange.

His own orgasm ruined too. He exhaled lying on his bed.

“What is happening,” He asked clenching the book against his chest.

He had to make sure of something. Taking the crutches he walked to the stairs.

Denise heard him aproach and rushed to him.

“Don’t you dare,” She said with a mother’s voice. “I have not been taking care of you, only for you to break another leg, Mister.”

Jerome froze in place and averted her gaze.

Denise was coming up the stairs with two plates.

“Sorry, I heard a ruckus. Everything okay.”

Denise became beet red and froze in place, she sighed. “I- yes. Raul is not coming to dinner tonight. I got a bit frustrated and threw a tantrum. Hope I didn’t wake you up.”

“No, it’s okay.”

“Good,” She said taking another step upwards, “I hope you are horny-” Denise froze again and laughed. “I mean, hungry.”

Jerome laughed as well, looking at the disheveled young wife, he saw her nipples poking through the apron, “Famishing.” He said smiling with his teeth.

Denise settled the two plates on the small desk close to Jerome’s bed. She went outside and came back with a jar full of water and two glasses.

“How are you feeling?” She said serving him a glass of water.

“Much better, thank you. I hope I am not too much of a burden.”

“Not at all, at the very least you make for great company.”

Denise served herself a glass of water and drank.

Jerome tried not to stare. Her blouse was out of place. Her nipples were erect and a drop of water escaped from her lips down her neck and between her clevage.

She gasped and looked down.

“Uhm.” She noticed her attire and blushed. “Excuse me, I think I am being a bit inmodest.”

Jerome averted his eyes, “What do you mean? I think you look gorgeous.” Immediately he felt his ears burn red. This was improper.

Denise smiled with pride. For some reason it felt good when he praised her.

“You do?”

“I, yes. Of course, you are a beautiful woman.” Jerome could not stop his mouth or his body react.

“What to you like about me?” Denise leaned closer to Jerome.

“Uhm,” He tried to keep a distance between the married woman and himself, “Your neck,” He said and kept going without restrain, “Your hair, your chest, your legs.”

Denise leaned in closer, she felt compelled, a warmth spreading through her.

“What else?”

Jerome lifted his hand and reached for her face.

“Your eyes.” He took loose strand of hair away from her face and behind her ears, “Your lips.”

Denise leaned over his body and kissed him.

Her chest against his.

Jerome returned the kiss and caressed her neck, his fingers playing with her hair, letting it fall down her shoulders.

He ran a finger over her nape eliciting a moan against his lips.

Denise’s eyes rolled back.

Jerome fell on his back, his cock straining on his pants.

He pulled down the strip from her tank top releasing her tits from it.

Denise broke the kiss.

He stared at her chest. They were exactly like he saw in his visions with the small birthmark just above her right nipple.

Denise panted sitting on top of his lap, her eyes filled with lust.

There was a soft buzz from her jeans pocket.

She closed and opened her eyes several times in a row, like waking up from a deep trance.

She pulled out her phone from her jeans and saw the message from her husband.

It was a kiss emoji followed by a simple message, “I am sorry, I swear I will make it up to you.”

The young wife pulled up her tank top back in place and climbed out of bed.

“Raul is not coming home tonight.” She said without looking at her guest.

Jerome sat down on the bed by her side.

She nodded and in a single motion she kissed his lips again, took her plate from the desk and walked to the door where she stopped.

“I will be in my room eating by myself. I hope you enjoy your dinner.”

Jerome threw his head back.

“What is happening,” He said and looked down at his hips. He was harder than any other time in his life. “What did she mean by that?”

He closed his eyes and ran a finger over his lips and his chest.

“Raul is not coming home tonight.” He repeated to himself.

After dinner, Jerome got up and walked to the bathroom with the help of a cane. He didn’t feel like he needed the crutches anymore. He looked at himself in the mirror for the first time in three days.

He didn’t look bad, he even looked better than when he arrived, he felt taller and stronger. His lean body was now showing defined muscles. He brushed his teeth and splashed water on his face.

There was a glint behind them, something he had never seen before. In the right light they almost seemed red instead of brown.

The man in the mirror smiled at him.

It was a sexy grin.

It made him shiver.

“That medicine is giving me some weird side effects.” He told himself before turning back and down the corridor.

He walked slowly, the wood creaking and echoing under his steps.

He followed the familiar sound down the hall.

It was the sound he had come to learn and love over the past couple of days. Denise’s moans.

He stopped before the door.

With his cane he knocked.

The moans stopped.

He waited.

“Come in,” She said.

Jerome opened the door slowly, it creaked. He loved that smell, it was the aroma of Denise’s perfume and sex mixed in the air.

He grinned.

“Stay right there,” She said.

He took a step inside and closed the door.

“Just-” She panted, “stay right there.”

Jerome stared at the scene.

Denise was splayed on the bed wearing a pink camisole, she was sweaty and her hair was a mess. Her lace panties were pulled to the side.

There was a soft buzz echoing through the room.

She pulled from the cord and pulled out the vibe from her pussy. She moaned.

“I- I am not going to cheat on my husband,” She said very unconvincingly.

Jerome nodded. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”

She crawled on the bed and positioned herself over her pillows, she pulled out her panties and spread her legs.

“Good,” She said and nodded, she pushed the vibrator over her clit.

“But I will do whatever you want me to do.” Jerome said. There was a glint in his canines. He was hungry and he leaned back against the door.

“I want you to watch,” She said.

“As you wish.” Jerome said.

“And I want to watch,” She said.

Jerome grinned and pulled out his cock. Denise moaned at the sight.

As his hand began caressing his member, he felt like a different man. Like something was taking over his body.

It all began slowly.

His right hand running up and down his cock, making himself harder. Harder than he had ever been before; Denise stared at him, her fingers sliding down the sides of her pussy, caressing her labia with the same cadence Jerome did with his own sex.

She bit her lower lip and panted.

Her imagination running with the image in front of her, listening to him groan in the same room as her added to the realism of her fantasies, it was almost like he was rubbing his cock against her pussy lips. Her eyes rolled back in her head.

Jerome growled, Denise was almost his. Just a bit more, a little push and he could feel the folds of her pussy against his cock.

He watched her breasts heave with her heavy breathing. Jerome could see her imagination running wild, her head turning and twisting at the phantom touch of his hands.

Jerome wanted to kiss her neck.

Denise moaned and showed her neck to him. He leaned in, she could feel her breath on top of her.

He took a bite.

Denise yelped, “Jerome” She purred.

He grasped his power in his hand. His fingers reaching out, feeling her breast.

The young wife lifted her chest so it would be more available to him.

“Jerome,” She called his name again between gasps.

Leaning over, he whispered. “Master,”

“Master,” Denise moaned, savouring the word in her lips. She had dreamed of this before, “Please, Master.”

“Please?” Jerome said over her ear. He hadn’t moved from his place against the wall, but he could feel her warmth against his cock, her wetness, her breath in his neck.

“Please take me.” She said softly.

“As you wish,” He said and thrust his hips. Denise moaned in ecstasy, her fingers slid inside her pussy at the same time.

Jerome felt his cock engulfed by the warmth and wetness from Denise’s pussy, making him groan with desire and satisfaction.

He was making love to her without touching her.

Fucking her mind without fucking her body.

His hands going up and down his shaft with the same rhythm that Denise fucked her pussy with her fingers.

She felt so full, her fingers were only able to reach so far but she could feel him deep inside him. She turned and twisted alone in her bed, but somehow feeling the pressure of his chest on top of her, tasting his lips.

“Fuck me,” She pleaded, “Harder, faster!”

Their movement’s synced and gained momentum, Jerome’s hands moved faster on his cock, just as did Denise’s fingers fucked her pussy.

Each in their corner was aproaching an orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum, I wanna cum, make me cum, please, let me cum.” Denise voice echoed through the room.

Jerome took a step closer. “Not yet,” He groaned leaning on the cane without missing a bit from his cock.

He aproached slowly, he could feel her and he could see her wet fingers going in and out, her fluids dripping and drenching the bed.

He got on the border of the bed.

“Please,” Denise gasped, her pleasure taking over all of her mind, her closed.

“Not yet,” Jerome said dropping the cane and climbing on top of the bed, he got closer to her, he could see her pink, hard nipples against the transparent cloth, he could touch her smooth legs as he approached.

Denise reacted and locked eyes with him, sudden panic taking over her for a second before Jerome said, “Cum for me.”

And with that single sentence, Denise’s eyes rolled back and she arched her back, thrusting her hips up as she gushed on him.

Jerome came at the same time.

Covering Denise’s belly with his white seed.

She felt him, the warmth felt like a blessing as she convulsed.

Jerome smiled watching her twitch as the orgasm left her body.

She breathed heavily and muttered the same words over and over again.

“Thank you, Master, thank you, Master…Thank you…”

She closed her eyes.

Jerome reached for her hair and caressed her forehead. She drifted off to a sweet post orgasmic sleep. A sigh escaped his lips as he stared down at the young wife’s placid smile, and two thoughts invaded his mind at the same time; he wanted to kiss her, take her and make her his, body, mind and soul; he wanted to let her rest, to thank her for saving him, to make her happy.

He stepped back from her feeling relieved and nervous about the first thougth that came into his mind as he stared down her naked body. He covered her body and walked out of the room only to collapse on his bed.

Denise dreamed of him.

Jerome dreamed of strings pulling him from his arms. Becoming a puppet of something grander.

And the odd thing was. It didn’t feel like a nightmare.

It felt like a reality that he could not change and a voice that promised he would enjoy what was yet to come.