C.A.K.E

“What took you so long?”

Karma pulls her afternoon paramour into the house by his lapels.

She snuck out of her office over an hour ago. After giving Frome an excuse about having to check on a sick family member, she all but ran to her car. He calls and she comes running. He's just about the only man who can get her to ask how high whenever he says jump.

He slams the front door of Casper and Karma's home and comes toward her. “Since I'm so late, you should already be naked.”

“Now, why would I do all the work for you?” She smirks at him.

He kisses her. “Your husband called me yesterday.”

“You mean your brother.”

“I mean your husband.” He pushes her jacket down her shoulders and starts kissing her neck.

“What did he want?”

“To bitch and moan about you.” He picks her up, and she wraps her legs around him. “Can't blame him. You are a handful.”

“Just a handful,” she asks, smiling into his brown eyes.

“You're more than he can handle.” He grabs her ass, as their tongues collide with heated abandon. “That's for damn sure.”

Karma and her lover make their way to her and Casper's bedroom. He throws her on the bed and she kicks off her heels. She yanks off his suit jacket and tie and tosses them across the room. He helps her slip out of her jacket. She rips open his shirt, exposing his toned chest.

He tears the nylons from her slender legs, then smiles at the discovery that she isn't wearing any underwear. They grope and caress each other with a hectic urgency. He unzips her sleeveless dress, before slipping the garment over her head. Now naked before him, she can't undo his pants quickly enough. She's been thinking about him all day.

“Turn around,” he demands.

Karma does as he asks, and kneels on the bed. He doesn't touch her at first, just takes in her nude body that's ready to do his bidding. Then he leans down to taste her. She moans as his tongue traces figure eights along her warm folds. He slips his fingers inside her, and she gasps.

She doesn't need any warm-up exercises. Karma's been raring to go since he called. “Baby, don't tease me.”

The bed shifts underneath his weight as he climbs on the bed behind her. He kisses her back as he continues to massage her erogenous zone.

“Beg me for it.” He leans over and bites her shoulder.

“Please, baby ...” She bites her lip. “Give me that dick.”

Karma surprises herself at the things she says and does with him. She would never let Casper take control in the bedroom. Not as if he would ever try to be the dominant one.

She feels him rubbing against her. “How bad you want it?”

“Mmm ... real bad.”

“You need this dick?”

“More than air, baby.” Karma continues to plead and stroke his ego.

Then he obliges her requests and starts to move inside her. He pulls her hair as they grind against each other in a dirty rhythm.

me ... oh, shit ...

ripples through her body, there's little room for remorse. But even if Casper's brother wasn't

different from Casper. She can't

is ready to obey her every whim like a lovesick puppy. Cain, however, couldn't give a shit

turn to gold. He looks good on her resume. Even in high school, she was more concerned with what

spoke with a slight stutter. And he was always just Casper's little brother who hung around in his shadow. She hadn't given him a second glance back

himself in the ad business, and adopted a new, flashier attitude. He was beginning to catch her attention. But he was

more. And before she knew it, she was sneaking out of work to meet up with Cain. Lying to Casper about her whereabouts, and becoming more and more resentful of the playful ways she once found so charming about him. She's been keeping

her like it's the last piece of ass he'll ever get. And she's singing his praises through every minute of it. She's clutching at the sheets, and sailing toward a glorious orgasm when

grasp Cain's thigh.

hear shit, but you loving this dick.” He

Casper's voice calls out to her.

“Shit,” she mutters.

Cain away from her, sending his body crashing into

His forehead connected square on with

pile of clothing strewn

the door. She yanks it back on and kicks her shredded stockings underneath the bed. Cain is stepping into his pants again when the doorknob begins to turn. Karma rushes to the door, and into the hallway before Casper can see how much his

her throat. “What are

“Took a half-day.”

the kind of attitude that will get you

that he'll become a screenwriter. She hasn't bothered to read over anything that

she belongs at his side on the newsstand, gracing the

and Stedman dynamic. Stedman and Casper both would be content to hold a handbag,

a member of the Senate with a husband who writes softcore erotica for

to rant until Casper stops

she isn't with Frome working on her closing argument.

over herself, like the guilty criminals who she tortures on the witness stand. A sad shuffle of her thoughts produces an excuse about spilling coffee

continues to raise questions about the lies she's feeding him. Any other time he would

Cain emerges from the master bedroom. He's cloaked his muscular form in

Casper, a smirk lighting up his face. He smiles at Casper, then explains that he was just passing through the neighborhood and decided

from Karma right in front of Casper. She tenses at

tends to be a bit naive. But come on. He had to notice that Cain's hands near her ass were not a mistake. And he wonders why she doesn't respect him. As

arm around Cain. Even hugs him like he's the best friend he ever

for Cain. No

started, Karma has always gotten the impression that Cain enjoys it more than he should. She's no saint by far. Her adulterous ways don't keep her head from hitting the pillow at night. Spouses betray each other all the time.

a few sleepless

like a baby next to his wife, Manali. She bets he goes home and kisses the kids, knowing he just disrespected

and heads back to the bedroom to make sure the crime scene is presentable. She makes a cursory attempt to untangle the rumpled sheets, but then she hears footsteps coming back into the house. So she opts to throw the comforter over the bed, and toss a couple of fallen pillows on top of it. She dashes into the bathroom, just as Casper

mane back into its polished chignon. Cain did a number on her hair and makeup. That man is rough, but that's what she likes. She

say something?” she asks, peeking

that she would have skirted over whatever he said anyway. She rattles off her plan to get together with the Stones this weekend. And it's no real surprise

Casper is well trained. He wouldn't dream

out of the house this morning, she must

why the symbol of their five years of marriage was left on the side table like an afterthought. She's hoping that he didn't notice when he catches her

handsome features troubles her, but she's late. And whatever woes Casper has at the moment are