He's there.
My husband just stepped into the shower and I'm standing at the door watching him.
He doesn't know I'm there because the last place he saw me was on the couch.
He just came home and is already in the shower.
I don't know if it's me or my paranoia, but I don't know what's wrong with us anymore.
It's like we've grown apart for the four years we've been married.
But I know one thing's for sure is that he's getting it.
Just not from me.
Of late, my husband has been exercising more and going to the gym.
He has physically changed in the past two months and I love it.
And if you're wondering about me, I'm slim.
I'm fit.
If I walk into a room, heads turn.
I'm the center of attention, but my husband doesn't see it that way anymore.
When I initiate sex with him, he doesn't want it.
He doesn't want to touch me at all.
It's as if I'm the ick as if he's allergic.
Before I didn't mind.
Before I was okay with him not wanting to touch me.
But now, I need him to.
I need him to make love to me at least once.
I'll lose my mind in everything if he doesn't.
I may sound desperate, but you don't understand.
I'm pregnant.
Not with his kid, but someone else's.
So if he doesn't take me at least once this month, then how am I going to explain to him
that I'm with child?
Now, don't go about judging me because I'm having an affair.
He's having one too.
And I know it's not a game and marriage is not something to be played with, but I can't
sit here and watch him take me for granted.
I can leave, but this lavish lifestyle I live in will stop.
I can't be pampered when I want and how I want.
I signed an ironclad prenup.
I'll get nothing.
I know you're thinking that he may figure out that the kid is not his, but that's not
true.
I had an affair with his brother.
Chances are the kid would look like me, or a mixture of him and his brother.
If he decides on a test, it might be a close match.
At least, I don't know how these tests work, but right now I'm banking on him fucking me
tonight.
Okay, so he's just turned off the shower.
Wish me well.
I head back to the bedroom and fasten my silk robe.
I'm standing in the middle of the room, so when he exits the bathroom, I'll be the first
thing he sees.
Thomas pauses when he enters the bedroom and sees me.
His skin is still wet from the shower and the towel is wrapped around his waist.
My husband is a beautiful man, and had it been years ago, I wouldn't have to force what
I'm doing now.
I let my robe fall away, bearing my body to him.
He sighs.
Lacey, I, I can't.
I move towards him, caressing his shoulders and his bearded chin.
I'm not in the mood, Lace.
He's not in the mood because he's just fucked some other chick.
I know my husband, and he only takes showers as soon as he comes home whenever he's been
inside another woman.
He doesn't want me to smell her on him.
But I don't care.
I kiss him on his neck and trail soft kisses along his shoulders and down his pecs.
He inhales deeply, but his body is tense.
Well, I'm in the mood, I say.
Besides, it's been a while since we, you know.
I loosen his towel, letting it fall to the floor.
My husband is packing, and even though he's semi-hard, it's wild to see him manly like
this.
Lacey.
My hand reaches for him, massaging his sweet cock.
Thomas lets go a short breath and slowly lifts his hands to caress my breasts.
It's surprising that he's responding to me, but I'm loving it.
Kiss me.
I say.
But he doesn't.
He lowers his head to my shoulder and drags his lips along my skin.
I gasp when he bites me.
He hasn't done this in ages.
I smile when his cock lengthens in my hand.
Thomas is hard as fucking wood, and I don't think there's any going back for him.
Despite him just being inside another woman, this man has stamina.
Not in the mood.
My ass.
He lifts me onto him, and I wrap my legs around his slim waist.
Thomas carries me to the edge of the bed and splits me open like a fucking banana.
I moan when he slides his cock up my butt, massaging it with his sweet head.
Is this what you want?
I nod, staring him dead in the eyes.
He teases his head at my entrance, and this is where I want more than the fucking tip.
Thomas circles his penis around my folds, and before I can enjoy the rise in pleasure,
he sinks deep inside me.
Seeing him enter me brings me back to the times this was good, to the times we actually
enjoyed fucking.
He reaches for my breasts, grabbing hold of them like handlebars on a fucking bike.
Thomas rocks into me, his swollen dick filling me up like a goddamn tube.
I moan his name out loud.
Thomas!
He presses down on me, entering me fully and completely.
It's as if he's possessed with the need to claim me, and I like it.
I fucking love it.
Fuck.
Thomas begins pounding into me, pushing down on my stomach.
I'm near.
Oh god.
I let out a soft whimper tensing up around his magnificent cock, orgasming around him
comes like the trigger he needs to end all of this.
Thomas' stomach dips and then he stills, emptying himself inside of me.
Yes.
Fucking yes.
He collapses on top of me and holds me.
This is by far the most he has done to me, intimately, in months.
I let him hold me and I hug him back, because I know after the ecstasy and the lust and
excitement of our fucking wares off, he's going back to being the cold, distant and
loveless husband he has grown to be.
But at least...
At least I got what I wanted.