Secret affair

Secret affair

Betygold

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Vanessa a reputable,married business expert living an almost perfect life until she encounters a client who posed as a threats in her marriage A display of romance,dance of betrayal,70positions in 70minutes .....find out how fast a friend could switch up....

Secret affair Chapter 1 Our little secret

POV:Anderson peters

"The DNA results are ready," Dr. Simon announced.

My heart thundered against my chest, palms sweated,muscles tensed,shivers of uncertainty,to cut the shot,my eyes were twitching my eyes seem to always sense an impending doom before it arrival.

At a snail pace, I approached Dr. Simon's outstretched hand and accepted the brown envelope.

Though I yearned for closure, fear and denial held me back. what if I am Jason's father.... Jason, Amanda's 7-year-old, potentially my son!.

Jason was born 9 months after my wedding to Vanessa. Vanessa is the absolute love of my life,she is the best woman any man could ask for,my soulmate, she would be so devastated if she hears of this....

Oh na na what's your name šŸŽ¶šŸŽ¶šŸŽ¶ oh na na.... šŸŽ¶ My phone pierced the silence:

"Hello, honey. Ethan and I are nearby. Want to grab lunch?" Vanessa's voice shattered my reverie.

"Hey, Vassa,trust you are good,I would have loved to but Company outdoor activity. Can't make it," I stammered.

"You didn't mention". Well my secretary and I would be meeting a client soon after lunch,I would be home by 6. Love you."she whispered

"Love you too, Vassa." I couldn't bring myself to saying more knowing I might have made the biggest mistake of my life. The call ended; reality sets in.

The brown envelope was sealed with inscription that read: "Anderson Peters." Tearing it open, my heart raced.

My eyes caught sight of the boldly written;"Probability Paternity: 99.99995%"

For a long assumed moment I stood firmly but my legs failed I collapsed into a metal chair few steps away from me,it made a loud noise,drawing startled glances,I couldn't care less,every effort I had invested into my marriage is wasted.

My 7-year marriage to Vanessa is at the verge of crumbling! I sat in stunned silence, the metal chair creaking beneath me.

The probability of paternity stared back: 99.99995%. Jason was my son! My mind reeled "How could I face Vanessa?"

"What about our 7-year marriage?"

"Would she forgive me?" Tears welled up, but I fought them back.

I needed clarity. Amanda's face flashed before me her smile, her laughter. Our secret. My phone buzzed again: Vanessa.

"Hey, honey. Just checking in."you aren't home yet I hesitated, unsure what to say. "Vassa, I...I need some time. Personal stuff."

"Everything okay?" She asked

"No...yes. Just overwhelmed.

"Love you."

"Love you too." I ended the call, feeling guilty.

* * *

The hospital's bustling atmosphere faded into background noise. My world shrunk to a single question: How did I get here?

* * *

That fateful night, at my office dinner, I'd met Amanda. Vanessa's unexpected arrival had sparked joy,she was accompanied by Amanda.

"Hey, honey!" Vanessa exclaimed.

"Vassa! What are you doing here?" You said you couldn't make it I asked, surprised. "Don't say! You really can't wait to be my wife huh?" I chuckled.

Vanessa's radiant smile captivated me.

"We can't," she teased.

The thought of it makes me want to boogie she swings happily.

Amanda interrupted, "Hello?"

"Oh,Amanda meet peter,peter meet Amanda my client turned friend,we were out together and thought to stop by,"she has been so amazing.

Turns to Amanda."Girl, where have you been all my life?"

Amanda laughter filled the air,oh come on you are the most amazing she said.

I smiled, feeling drawn to Amanda's warmth. "Nice to meet you, Amanda," I said, shaking her hand.

Amanda's eyes locked onto mine, a hint of mutual interest. "The pleasure is all mine," she replied.

Vanessa's voice broke the spell. Let's grab some drink,we approached a table,settled and ordered a few bottle of champagne.

The evening was a beautiful one.

Vassa,you can't drink that much I exclaimed as I watch her gulp down a full glass of champagne.

"I can drink that much",just for tonight she screamed filling up another glass.

"How would you get home after this"I asked attempting to discourage her?

She snarled,"Amanda is here she would get me home Right?Amanda,"she said facing her

"I would do that much",Amanda said sipping from her glass,"except that I can't hold my alcohol,"they all bursted out laughing except that Vanessa's laughter was due to alcohol intoxication.

"So Peter what do you love about Vanessa?"

Amanda stared a conversation.

"He loves my body!,"Vanessa screamed.

Amanda and Peter busted out laughing again knowing that Vanessa was getting intoxicated by the drink.

Amanda's gaze lingered on me before turning to Vanessa.

"I'm sure that's not all" vanessa.

Vanessa's laughter echoed, her inhibitions fading.

"Peter loves it from behind!" she slurred.

Vanessa winked. "He loves my body!"he loves that I ride him so good.

I blushed, uncomfortable. "Amanda, maybe we should get her home?" I suggested.

Vanessa protested. "No, I'm fine!"

Amanda intervened. "Let's get you home, Vanessa."

As we stood, Vanessa swayed. "Whoa, easy!" Amanda grasped her arm. I supported Vanessa's other side.

"Thanks, Amanda," I said. "No problem," Amanda replied.

Our hands touched, a fleeting connection.

Vanessa's gaze drifted between us. "You t-w-o...take care of me"

Unbeknownst to me, that moment sealed my fate.

We got Vanessa into my car,the ride back home was rather awkward as Vanessa kept murmuring about how I love her body,how i fuck her so good,she just could not stop talking.

We arrived at Vanessa's at exactly 10:00pm we alighted and assisted her into the bed room,she would'nt stop talking I tried to pacify her until she dozed off,Amanda at this time was in the kitchen.

I walked up to her gulping down a huge bottled water.

"You sure needed that" I chuckled. "Wasted?" I asked amist smiles.

Amanda's eyes sparkled with amusement.

"Definitely wasted," she chuckled.

" Not as much as the lady in there",I pointed toward Vanessa's room.

Our laughter filled the kitchen. As we calmed, an awkward silence fell.

"Thanks for tonight," I said.

"No problem," Amanda replied. Our gazes met, a fleeting connection.

"Vanessa's lucky," Amanda whispered.

"Lucky?" I asked.

"To have you," Amanda's voice softened.

My heart skipped a beat.

" I'm not sure how appropriate it is for me to say this, considering my relationship with vanessa but you're captivating,All you've done this evening is take my breath away"Amanda whispered with a gaze attempting to take off my dross.

My heart skipped a beat. "Peter, you're stunning,your kindness,intelligence....she continued,walking toward me Our faces inches apart,my cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling.

"Vanessa's lucky," she whispered again.

"Lucky?" I repeated, heart racing.

"To have you," Amanda's voice trembled.

Our lips almost touching. Amanda suddenly took my lips into hers,i found myself kissing her passionately. Soft and supple, her lips were nothing like I had expected, and as the kiss deepened, that was all I wanted to do...stand there...kissing her....It seemed like the most natural thing in the world.

Except that it wasn't.

Time froze as our lips danced. The world outside melted away. Amanda's fingers traced my jaw, sending shivers.

"More," she whispered.

Our bodies glued, lost in the moment. Suddenly, reality crashed back: Vanessa. My wife. My vows! Guilt pierced my heart.

"Amanda, we can't," I protested.

"Why not?" she asked, eyes searching.

"Vanessa," I confessed.

As if I wasn't just talking to her,Amanda ran her hands down my groin and felt my bulge,"you want this".she whispered into my ear tickling me.

swiftly she bent down took my member into her mouth,There was no going back,I moaned in pleasure as she swayed her tongue professionally round my dick,it felt like heaven.

The pace at which she does this was swift,I struggled so hard to catch my breath,it was so good Lost in the moment,I lift her up onto the kitchen cabinet raised her yellow pleated gown slid out her panties then i deeped my finger into her Pussy stroking her,she let out a short lived scream as she moaned in pleasure Grabing my hair like her life depended on it .

I kissed her passionately,caressing her boobs as she let out a soft moan I pulled her closer as I inserted my dick into her vagina she moan out so loud that I thought Vanessa might wake up.

Our body swayed rhythmically,sweat breaking out of our bodies,yet we couldn't get enough of each other.

my body heated up,ecstasy,felt like some sort of rigor,I moaned out loud and collapsed on the ground,I just broke my vow to Vanessa.

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