Agent Stanton

The knock at the door came at the worst possible moment…

ADVISORY NOTICE: EROTICA. NOT FOR UNDER 18’S

AI art prompt by Catherine Knee

Ally climbed out the bath. The household chores were done for the day, dinner was in the warmer and the children were away for the weekend. For once, the Friday evening would belong to her and Peter. Their lives had become staid with the children and day-to-day living. It would be nice to have some quiet time with her husband for a change. Ally had made sure that not even the making of dinner would disturb that opportunity. They needed the break from routine and chores and everything else that came with living a normal life in a normal world and they needed to spend some time as a couple.

Hoping that Peter would not come home tired from work and that he would appreciate her efforts, Ally did not elect to wear one of her usual outfits for round the house. She looked for something sleek, that would not be obviously an effort to dress up, but that would flatter her. True, having children had widened her waist more than was socially acceptable and her legs were a little too heavy at the top, but her height more than compensated for this, in the right outfit. She was determined to find that right outfit!

Selecting a dress that dropped from just under her bust, skimmed over her stomach closely, without clinging and flared out around her calves in a flurry of plum fabric, she was satisfied that she looked good. She buttoned the front up over her usual black lace underwear, her only regular concession to being a sensual woman. The dress was soft and feminine and was well complimented by the strappy black high heels she chose to wear. Ally even felt that a touch of lipstick might be in order. She selected a tone of lipstick slightly darker than natural and decided to leave her hair loose instead of dragging it into its normal and functional ponytail. Brushing her hair free, it hung in auburn waves over her shoulders and softened her face that was normally tight with concerns. She felt good, her eyes brightened out of their usual mousy brown with the gleam that sparkled in them and a smile loaded with intent sneak over her lips.

As she turned to leave the bedroom and hang the towel on the rail, there was a knock at the door. Ally groaned. Of all the times to have a visitor, just when Peter was due home and she had planned so carefully to cherish this time alone with him! She took a deep breath and let it out in a soft sigh of resignation. As tempting as it was to ignore the knock, she could not do so. Ally made her way to the door, the damp towel still in her hands. She placed a smile on her face, even if was an insincere one, and opened the door. Her smile faltered and confusion hit her.

“Wha…?”

She was unable to complete the word, let alone the sentence. Instead of Peter with his wild curls in his casual sweater and chinos, there stood an elegantly suited man, with slicked back hair. He looked positively mean. A strong right hand snaked around her waist and Ally was yanked up against the dark suited man standing there with ominous sunglasses concealing his eyes. He threw down Ally’s towel with his left hand, and followed this by removing his sunglasses in one same fluid movement of the same hand. Eyes of molten molasses consumed Ally. The man’s body pressed against her and she was pressed back into the house. The man’s head dipped down slightly, his black fringe slipping from its position of enforced order to slip down over his slightly lined forehead. His lips, too softly sensual for a man, covered Ally’s mouth in a kiss that began as dominating and demanding and then softened into a sensual hint of promised passion. He pressed Ally backwards into the hallway and carelessly dropped his sunglasses from his left hand onto the small side table. As the closely pressed couple cleared the threshhold of the doorway, the man kicked the door closed behind him with a thud and latched it with his left hand. His right hand was firmly wrapped around Ally’s waist all the while, keeping her close to his body, feeding heat into her stomach with his passion.

Ally gasped into the kiss and felt an instantaneous reaction flare through her being. She immediately felt vibrant and sexy and her response was to want this man with a longing that pounded into her temples and flushed her cheeks.

“Agent Stanton. May I come in, Ma’am?”

The words were spoken into Ally’s open mouth in a low voice, which nevertheless bore a tone that indicated no was not an option. In between each word spoken, his tongue teased her mouth and his lips caressed hers. Still walking with Ally, keeping her pinned against him so that she was walking backwards, he did not stop moving until she was against the wall. Agent Stanton snaked his left hand up, fingers curling around to the back of Ally’s neck, his thumb curling around to the front where it stroked her voice box. He removed his lips from Ally’s for a brief moment to look deep into her eyes, leaving her with no lipstick after his onslaught. His brown eyes were dark with passion and desire that was now matched in Ally’s own eyes. His right hand eased from behind her waist to the front where long lean fingers began to stroke her stomach in light tantalizing circles surprisingly tender from hands that were so obviously powerful.

“My husband will be home soon….”

Ally threatened, or warned, with the few words she managed to squeak out. It was not clear if the words were intended to discourage or to frighten the man, but they did neither. Her voice was thick with her wanting of this agent in his well-cut dark suit and crisp white shirt. Ally drowned in his eyes, losing herself in them and she tilted her head back slightly, inviting another kiss, winding his toffee and honey colored tie around her right hand to draw him to her.

Leaning his mouth back down to hers until his lips almost but not quite touched her eagerness, Agent Stanton tightened his hand around Ally’s neck enough for her to feel the pressure but remain unharmed by it. His voice hardened and his eyes took on a determined glint.

“Will he now? I shall have to be swift then, for I intend to seduce this wife. I always get what I want. No exceptions. Right here, right now, it is you I want. It is you I shall have.”

Ally was about to reply when the lips that hovered so close to hers, fanning her face with tingling breath, commanded obedience from her mouth. He raised his right hand slowly from her belly, running up the center of her chest to join his left hand at her throat. With both hands around her throat he squeezed firmly yet gently, the threat implied, without pain. Agent Stanton’s kisses grew more demanding and forceful and Ally felt a few small nips against her flesh. They teased her, but were not sharp enough to hurt. She gave herself wholly into his kisses and pressed herself hard towards his body.

Agent Stanton slammed Ally back against the wall as she pressed forward into him, denying her forward motion. The hands around her neck were dropped to the top of her dress where they toyed with the fabric. Fingers were slipped into the neckline and Ally was acutely aware of them just in the top of her clothing. A gasp tore from her as her favorite dress was ripped in a fluid wrench from both of the hands that held it. The kiss was broken with the jolt and buttons popped and rolled along the floor. In an instant, Ally was slammed back into the wall once again and her mouth was taken as the garment was eased over her shoulders and left to drop in a ruined heap on the floor.

Ally’s desire surged and she removed Agent Stanton’s tie, roughly tugging it from around his neck. She undid his shirt buttons whilst he kicked off his socks and shoes using only his feet to complete the task. Divested of his shoes and socks and with his shirtfront undone, the man was enticing to Ally. She wanted to feast her eyes but was forced to settle for running her hands up inside his shirt, over his smooth chest and stomach and up into the small triangle of hair that sat just below his neck. His skin was smooth and his body a little too soft for an Agent. Ally’s hands found delight in roaming over the skin beneath them. The Agent busied his own hands with sliding into the top of her underwear. The creamy mounds beneath his fingers called to him and distracted him from Ally’s willing kisses. The Agent placed his left forearm against Ally’s neck to prevent her from moving, as if she wanted to! He released her breasts one at a time with his right hand, raising them up out of her brassiere to sit freely above the confining black lace. He bent slightly to bring his mouth downwards towards their willing reach, cupping each in turn, yet keeping Ally pinned by her neck against his forearm.

Ally gasped and moaned as the heat of his mouth enclosed upon her tightening skin. She wanted this Agent more than he wanted her, she was sure of that. She reached down to fumble with releasing him from his trousers and then shoved the trousers roughly down over his hips to fall in a heap on the floor. His nakedness was not concealed by underwear, which was so obviously not there to start with. Agent Stanton stepped out of his trousers, without ceasing from his task of inciting Ally to gasping pants. Ignoring his shirt and jacket which he still wore, he slid his mouth up Ally’s neck, where he left a damp trail with his questing tongue and then dove his tongue into her mouth roughly. He did not remove his forearm from Ally’s neck, but ran his right hand down to the top of her panties. Fingers flicked at the elastic but the garment was not removed. His hand went lower until fingers stroked through the lace, matching their movements to the pace of Ally’s gasps and gentle moans. Fingers were slipped within the dampening lace and into the burning folds of Ally’s flesh. The teasing strokes did not cease, and neither did the invasive kisses until Ally shuddered moaning against the Agent.

As if this was the cue he was waiting for, Stanton picked Ally up and carried her up the stairs to her bedroom.

“Oh Peter…”

The words gasped in delight were lost to the sounds of passion as Peter Stanton’s role playing and love making skills pleasured his wife in a manner that had been missing from their lives for far too long.

Inspiration

Years ago, and I do mean decades, a friend asked me to write her something a little more daring than my usual work. She wanted something intense and unapologetic, and I remember sitting there thinking I had absolutely no idea how to even begin.

I am not naturally inclined toward writing erotica. It does not sit comfortably with me, and even now I find myself wincing slightly at the fact that I actually followed through and wrote this piece. At the time though, it felt like a challenge, and I have always had a tendency to test myself against things that sit just outside my comfort zone.

Looking back, this story is less about the genre itself and more about exploring power, identity, and the idea of stepping outside the expected roles we settle into. It plays with fantasy in a very grounded setting, and perhaps that is why it still holds my attention, even if I do quietly cringe at it.

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Summary

A bold and provocative love story by Catherine Knee exploring fantasy, desire, and the tension between routine life and hidden identity