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of the question. For one thing, I was afraid of Mark walking in and finding us together. For another, I was too ashamed. Of all the single women in the city, I’d bedded the one that Mark wanted.
    Suddenly, I felt like a dirty, slimy piece of filth. Trying not to wake her, I lifted her arm from across my body and moved towards the edge of the bed. But she scooted across the bed after me and curled her body against my back again, murmuring my name softly in her sleep.
    I waited several minutes before I eased out of the bed and went into the bathroom.
    After a quick shower, I went back to the bedroom, dressed, and then sat on the side of the bed watching her sleep. She had rolled onto her stomach. I was hard pressed not to strip naked, part her lovely nether cheeks, and ease my cock into her ass.
    I nearly wet my pants when I thought I heard the front door. I remembered that both our clothes were scattered all over the kitchen floor. Fuck! My clothes there wouldn’t be a big deal but having Mark find hers there would be disastrous.
    I ran from the room and rushed down the steps. I could not allow Mark to find her discarded clothes before I could explain what had happened. Nor could I allow him to come upstairs and find a naked Marlena asleep in my bed with my cum trickling down one of her dark, lovely thighs.
    But it was just my guilty conscience kicking in. We were alone in the house. To ensure Mark couldn’t surprise us, I put the chains on both the front and back doors. Then I went back upstairs to wake Marlena.
    She smiled sleepily up at me and I felt my heart thumping painfully. She was so sexy and beautiful!
    “Paul.” She stretched out her arms. “Take off your clothes and come let me feast my eyes, lips, and pussy on that big, hard beautiful body of yours, darling.”
    Oh, shit she made it difficult to think of anything but sex! “No,” I said, my voice brusque.
    She rolled onto her back and parted her long, lovely legs. The bunched up sheet covered her breasts but left her lower body bare. “Why not? Didn’t I please you earlier?” She compressed her stomach.
    I nodded, staring at her pussy, watching my cum oozing from it. Oh, fuck that looked so sexy. But I could not afford to lose my head and get back into bed with her. And I sure as hell couldn’t cum inside her again. “You know you did.”
    She licked her lips. “Your cum is sliding out of me. My pussy is empty. Come fill it up again.”
    Such sexy talk turned me on, but with the edge off my sexual hunger, I had a clearer head. I should have hurried her out of my home but I couldn’t summon the will to do that.
    Instead I joined her in bed. But when she rubbed her nude body against me, I shook my head. “I want to talk.”
    “Talk? You have a naked, horny woman in your bed and you want to talk?”
    “Yes. I want to talk.”
    She kissed my cheek and cuddled against me. “I like that in a man,” she said. “I want to know everything about you, Paul.”
    I told her about my failed marriage and determination not to marry again.
    She sighed when I fell silent. “I’m sorry marriage was such a miserable experience for you but surely you know it doesn’t have to be that way, Paul. You must know people who are very happily married and committed to each other.”
    “They’re outnumbered by the couples I know who are miserable together as well as the ones who are delighted to be divorced.”
    “So if you happen to fall in love what are you going to tell the woman? That you’ve been screwed once and she has to pay for it?”
    Put like that she made my desire to remain single—even if I fell in love sound downright unreasonable. But I wasn’t buying into her game. As far as I was concerned with marriage, it was one and done for me.
    “Let’s talk about you now.”
    “What do you want to know?” she asked.
    “Everything.” I listened in silence as she admitted she wanted to get married and have a family. “Have you ever been in