LUCAS' POV

I opened my eyes slowly and saw her. I must be dreaming or something. What was she doing in my room? How did she even get in?

"Why are you here?" She didn't respond. She only smiled seductively. It was the same smile that I had seen her give me before. I remember the day clearly. It was six years ago. I had been standing on the porch, and she had been walking by. She had stopped and smiled, and I felt the same way that I did now. She had been flirting with me, and I had been flattered.

As I struggled to figure out what was happening, she moved closer to my bed and her full body came into view. Her night gown was completely transparent leaving little or nothing to the imagination.

She wasn't wearing anything underneath, which made it all the more arousing. As she moved closer, I could see her breasts, and almost immediately, I became aroused. I couldn't help but watch her walk over to the other side of the bed and I couldn't resist looking at her ass.

"So-Sophia?"

She remained silent, still smiling. She gestured to me with her index finger and like a moth to the flame I obeyed.

I took a step forward, took one step back, and closed my eyes. I tried to fight it. This is definitely a trap and if I fall then I'd lose it all to her.

But even with my eyes closed I still see her. The curves of her body. lips soft, so full and inviting. Just the thought of kissing her sends lightning throughout my body and powers my soul.

Her bosoms, So flawless, delicate, yielding, without imperfection or equivalent with lightness with no adversary, perfect in everything from the tint of her areola to the length and expansiveness of her marginally improved pink areolas, and nothing can sufficiently depict the rounded fullness, the tightness and bend of her buns, delicate misrepresents the real essence of them and can cause even the most grounded of men to become hopelessly flustered,

Her legs, goodness gracious, her legs are beautifully firm, with a perfectly measured amount of softness. Her thighs are strong yet absolutely sexy, and her calves bend so flawlessly from just beneath her knees to a simple inch or so over her lower legs, the kind of legs that make men bang their heads on doors.

What was I thinking? I shook my head vigorously to bring back my sanity.

"Sophia what are you…"

Before I could even complete my question, she pushed me into the bed and slowly climbed atop me. She was completely naked now. Her breasts dangled above my face. My mouth began to water with the desire for them.

My eyes go from her face to her collar bone, fragile in the semi-obscurity, then, at that point, to her bosoms. Without underwear they sit lower, more regular, less near one another, each so great and shaped to her structure. I don't wait excessively lengthy, barely enough so that she might be able to perceive that she is so lovely to me. It's her eyes I need to see and my hands can let me know the rest.

She watches me for a few moments as I caress her skin and fondle her breasts, forcing the nipple into a harder peak, before moving down to tease the skin underneath her navel.

"Do you want me to put it in?" She asked again, coyly. I think I may have been drooling.

"Sophia, you know I do." I reply through gritted teeth. I had completely lost all will power against her.

Without further invitation she lifts her hips, and I can feel her wetness.

She slowly began to ride me in a slow, steady rhythm.

Even though my cock was atrophied it began to respond, responding to her pressure and the feel of her slick cunt, her hands stroking my skin and her lips brushing against mine.

"Oh God, oh God," I mumbled, forcing my body to comply with her guidance.

She increased the pace, and I felt her begin to really work her hips, and the quiver in my legs and the sudden pain in my balls signaled that I was about to cum.

"Oh yes!"

I gasped, staring at her head bent forward so that I could see every part of her face, and her mouth was wide and wet and I saw that she was smiling up at me with her eyes closed.

"You can wake up now." she said.

"What?"

I suddenly jolted awake, panting heavily and sweating profusely .

It took me a moment to remember where I was and what I had been dreaming about, but when I did the next wave of hot cum trickled down my thighs. I groaned in frustration.

Why the hell was I dreaming about that bitch? I looked at the wet spot in my pj and groaned again.

It's all her fault. Why'd she have to come back? Looking all fine and....

I slapped myself across the face. I can't let this woman affect me like this. No! It can't happen. I won't give her the chance to hurt me like she did three years ago.

I got off the bed and made my way to the bathroom, reaching into my drawer for some deodorant.

I glanced over at the bed and noticed a wet spot.

"You. Have. Got. To. Be. Kidding. Me."

I snatched a towel off of the rack and dried myself off and then wrapped the towel around my waist and went into the bathroom . I took a shower and let the hot water wash over me, washing away the sweat and grime of the night. I needed to get back to my life. I needed to move on.

When I stepped out of the shower I dried off and wrapped the towel around my waist. I went back to my room and threw my clothes back on.

I headed to the kids room to see if they were ready so I'd drop them off at school before going to work.

Walking past the living room, I overheard a hushed voice. My curiosity got the better of me and I went in to see who it was.

"Look Rikky, I told you I'd be fine. I know you worry about me but I can take care of myself now. Thanks a lot for all you've done. I love you right back darl."

I felt my blood boil with anger. I couldn't sleep last night because she was in my dream doing all sorts of things to me and here she was flirting with another.

"Who the hell is that?" I snatched the phone from her.

"What the f**k Lucas." she screamed startled. But I didn't care, I only wanted to know who she was talking to but her phone was locked.

"Give me back my phone." she said, snatching it away. "What the hell Lucas! Isn't it too early for this banter?"

"Banter? Ban... Look here woman, this is my house and as far as the law is concerned, we're still married so you can't see other men. I forbid you to."

A laugh erupted from her and it made me angrier.

"Look at this joker. Did you recognize the law when you cheated on me? Huh?"

"Can you stop saying that, I'm sick of it." I yelled.

I was sick of pretending like I didn't know anything. I don't know what hurts the most. Her pretense or the fact that she was accusing me of the very thing she did.

"It's the truth isn't it? You did cheat on me with Ava…"

"And what about you? Pot calling the kettle black."

"Excuse you? What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the fact that…"

"We're ready." I hear Claire and Aiden shout out to me.

I glared at her and walked away. How long can a woman pretend for? With the look on her face one would think she really did not know what I was talking about.

Well enough of the bullshitting. I'm starting to let her affect me and it isn't a pleasing feeling.

I picked up the car keys and got into the car. "Just get your ass in the car kids." I told them

"Are you okay? Are you mad?" Claire asked.

"I'm fine Claire, and I have no reason to be mad.

She cheated on me once. It's fine...I know that she will do it again, so I'm not sure why I'm mad at her. What I'm mad at is myself.

Claire looked at me curiously as I drove. I bet the eight year old was trying to figure me out.

"You seem mad."

"I just had an argument with your mother but we're cool now. Don't worry about it."

I notice her turn to look at Aiden. Like they were communicating