8. SHE RUINS EVERYTHING
STORM
“We will discuss the matter further tomorrow McAdams. It is not a matter to be settled over the phone.”
I pushed the door open, nodding my head to Jacobs who guarded the door.
I spun around, closing the door while pulling the phone from my ear.
Just a shower and a change of clothes before dinner and hopefully a good night with Miranda. I told myself I deserved it, a day to relax and enjoy myself. My dick was painfully hard every morning. It had been a while. I could already see myself burying my cock in her, deep, just stroking her over and over.
I felt my dick twitch in my pants in agreement.
The bedroom door was pushed with my foot, my attention on the text that just entered.
Miranda: I am ready
And so was I.
I hit something hard, cursing as I pulled back only for my eyes to widen.
They could only get larger as it settled on the case that had not been there when I left in the morning.
“Shit.”
I turned so fast, marching out of the bedroom back to the living room only for all my hopes to vanish and vanquish.
Right on the carpet, right before my television was no one else than my wife. A large pizza and who knows what else sat around her, crumbs all over. Her gadgets were spread out. She had her headphones on, probably had not seen me or she would have switched off the television.
My eyes narrowed, getting closer as I stared at what she was doing.
Again it was a house plan. A large house and…. And… I couldn’t believe it. She was designing a house layout. Each stroke she made with her pencil on the iPad mirrored on the television.
I frowned even deeper.
Inside me was a battle.
She hadn’t seen me, I could walk out, book a hotel, go meet Miranda, have fun, finally have sex. Nothing had to change.
Or I could ask her what she was doing, satisfying my curiosity.
It finally dawned on me why she had been picked to be my wife. It had not been to make my life a living hell.
I jumped as her voice echoed, thinking she had discovered me but I realized she was singing and how many more things could she be terrible at. The frown deepened, watching as she piled two slices of pizza together and took a bite. Where did she even get that….?
I could not hold myself anymore.
My anger got the best of me.
I marched to pull her headphones out of her head by force.
She screamed, scrambling up and I nearly laughed as she folded a fist with her free hand, the pizza held as a weapon on the other hand.
“Why are you here? And how the fuck did you get here?”
I had been sure she would be locked away with my parents, no money to make her way back. She did not even know my address. It had been such a great idea. What happened?
“Oohh, Husband. You scared me. Be careful. Next time I might beat you down.” She said, catching her breath.
Her face looked a bit sucken, dark under eyes. Something tugged in me. I closed my eyes, shaking the thoughts away.
“No delivery in this house.” I stated, frustrated
“I know, I bought it before coming here.”
“ You don’t have money.”
“ I had to sell my apple watch for hundred bucks. You owe me, I want another one.” She said, turning only for her to freeze.
The audacity of the woman! Atrocious.
Did she know who she was talking to? She might have been my wife but she needed to know her place.
I groaned in my head, my eyes deadly on her only to snap as she rushed to take the remote, turning off the television but it was too late. I already knew her little secret.
An idea popped up, thinking of using it against her so she could get out of my life.
I snatched the remote, turning the television back on, the connection still intact, displaying what she was working on.
“What is this?”
I had hit a sore spot. Her eyes wildly moving about, sure her brain was working past it’s capacity to come up with an illusive answer.
Then her nose scrunched up, her chin tipping higher, ready to fight me.
“None of your business. I don’t ask you about your work, you should do the same.”
I saw red, stepping closer to her.
The sound of the remote splattering could barely be heard as my hand went to her jaw, gripping it.
Her eyes widened, the fear pouring in.
“Watch your mouth. You are getting out of hand.”
I had seen those middle fingers. She was lucky she wasn’t getting a spanking for those.
I could see the fear take over but also, the defiance.
This woman would be the death of me.
Her eyes held mine, daring me to do more to her.
What would she do? Hit me?
I thought of her little fists and fought a chuckle.
My hand moved before I could even think, my thumb rubbing where I had gripped her.
My eyes darted lower, falling on her pink lips.
What was I doing?
The blood ran right to my cock, leaving my sensibility compromised.
Shit!
Suddenly all I could think off was how she felt on me, her thighs spread over me with my cock hard, pressing on her.
I hissed, my hand lowering, turning around.
I was hard. I ran my hand over my head.
This was why I needed to fuck tonight, to get it out of my system so I could not find myself desiring the last person I would want to stick my dick in.
The bathroom door was shut hard behind me, walking to the closet to discard my clothes.
I walked into the shower, my dick throbbing.
The cold water poured, having my skin to painfully prickle.
She would be hot, so hot and wet for me. The thoughts of my wife resurfaced. I could not stop shaking my head, fighting to get her out but the more I tried, the more I thought of her. Her breasts were big, natural too.
Shit.
My hand wrapped around my throbbing cock which was not being deterred by the cold water.
I turned them to hot, the steam hiding me away.
At first I stroked slowly, groaning with how good it felt. Again I moved my hand, the pleasure more than I had ever experienced with just my hand. I plastered my free hand on the tiles, bent a bit only to stroke harder and a bit faster.
All that filled my mind was one person, her soft skin, her breasts, her folds. My eyes closed, images of my dick buried in her. It had me hunch even more, groans pouring out.
Everything else fell away, the pleasure rippling through me until it grew and grew before it exploded. My hand was left sticky, the tiles creamy and my dignity compromised.
Heavy.
Something was heavy on me.
At first I thought my chest was caving in but the more I stirred from sleep I relaxed. A certain cool fell over me, letting it be.
Why had I deleted all the messages from Miranda?
Why had I blocked Miranda’s number so her calls wouldn’t go through after I told her I wouldn’t make it?
My head shook, my life stirring away from the set path.
Hair was all over my chest, my wife’s breath caressing my nipple which suddenly sent shivers all through my body with each breath.
Not again, I thought in my head as I felt my body react.
Her thigh was over me, her feet tangled with mine. She hugged me to her, sleeping on me.
I should have woken her up. I should have pushed her over but I found myself closing my eyes.
My meeting wouldn’t start until nine. I could afford another hour in bed. It was a foreign and surprising concept to me. I always arrived at work before seven. Somehow, I let myself drift back to sleep. Somehow, I didn’t want to shift. My arm held tighter before I drifted off.