Betrayal by Velvet

any chance of salvaging the relationship with his father, he’d have to go along with the flow until the timing was right.
    Trey didn’t know if his father would have total recall of his affair with Ariel, or if his dad would only remember bits and pieces. In either event, Trey wanted the chance to explain why he slept with his father’s woman. He didn’t want the story coming from a third party—Michele. He and Ariel had not meant to hurt anyone. Explaining that fact was going to be a hard sell no matter what his dad remembered. Trey thought about confessing now, but now was not the righttime. Preston was happy in his marriage, and had no clue that Ariel had cheated on him. If Trey went to his dad now, it would only make matters worse. Preston would be confused. Yes, it was better to wait until his memory returned, at least then he’d have a point of reference—not a good point, but a point nonetheless. Trey was burdened with a basketful of ifs. One if seemed contingent upon another, and another, and Trey longed for the day when he could empty the basket once and for all.

9
    “OH BABY , you feel so good,” Preston moaned in Ariel’s ear, as he eased his erect member inside of her. The last time they attempted sex, he wimpered out, claiming that the champagne from Angelica’s birthday party had his head spinning, when in actuality something in his subconscious caused him to stop. But this morning was a different story. He had woken up with a massive hard-on, and attacked his wife while she was still asleep. His subconscious was clear, with no thoughts of his wife cheating on him. Now all he wanted was some heated lovemaking, something that they hadn’t shared in a long time. During his prenomination, all he could think about was sitting on the Supreme Court. Now that that was a reality, he wanted to resurrect their love life.
    Ariel was taken aback. It had been awhile since Preston woke her up ready to make love. Though she wasn’t ovulating, she wanted him nonetheless, and scooted her ass toward him, causing his dick to slide in even more. “Ohh, now that’s what I call a ‘wake-up call.’”
    Preston turned her over. “Get on your knees.”
    Ariel complied, and before she could say
fuck me
, Preston was deep within her, riding her doggy-style, like a man half his age.
    He pulled her hips to him for deeper penetration. His libido was on ten, so he grinded into her like a man in lust. Now with additional time on his hands, Preston could focus more attention on his wife, and this morning that’s exactly what he did. He fucked her hard, until his cum squirted into her canal. He then slumped down on the bed in sheer exhaustion. Twenty minutes later, he felt refreshed, and got up to shower for work, leaving Ariel asleep.
    When she woke up, Preston was long gone. Though her husband had rocked her morning, she still felt homesick and couldn’t wait to get back to New York.
    She tried shopping at the boutiques in Georgetown for new clothes, which usually made her feel better. She tried a spa day at the Four Seasons to rejuvenate her tired muscles, but nothing seemed to bring her out of her funk. Sex with Preston helped, but she knew the real antidote was a long overdue trip home. Days ago she had called the New York office and told her colleague that she would be more than happy to work with him for the next few weeks. After that, she called Amtrak and booked a business-class ticket on the Acela. Her next call was to Meri, regarding her plans to spend time in New York. Ariel decided not to call Mrs. Grant, because she wanted to surprise her foster mother, and if she told Mrs. Grant in advance the older woman would be full of questions as to why Ariel could be away from her husband for so long.
    Though she was only going to New York for two weeks at the most, Ariel packed enough clothes to last a month. She still had her Manhattan condo, but was leasing it out to a couple of empty nesters from Connecticut, who had